Oh, it must taste good! It was a delicious thing, that softly sheathed, fat arrowhead!
Nancy jerked it off with one hand. Her other closed on Buddy's giant nuts.
Sharon could bear no more. It was Nancy, not she, who had a mouthful of cock.
Even the knowledge that Buddy would prove the ruination of Nancy's career as night manager did not let Sharon linger. She slipped away to her room and closed the door. She undressed and climbed into bed, her fist between her legs, two fingers in her hole.
Her cum was quiet, and, as juice dribbled out of her cunt, she fell asleep.
Buddy breathed in long, wrenching gasps. He was lying sprawled on his bed, watching Nancy suck his cock.
She rose up, baring the wet tool, lipping the head, her tongue and lips rolling about it. Then her mouth yawned and she plunged downward, her mouth an oval shaped to the thickness of his shank, her cheeks sucking in the cylindrical form.
In the dresser mirror he could see her cocked-up ass, two round white cheeks divided by cunt hair, the longest, darkest, most plentiful he had ever imagined. But the hair did not conceal her livid gash, a long, teardrop shape that convulsed as she sucked. The guys at military school would never believe this.
He was crazy about Nancy. Yet it had all happened so fast he felt he scarcely knew her. He had kept asking her questions about herself. All had been answered by wet kisses or grabs at his crotch. She sure was wild for his meat.
He whispered, 'Nancy, do you like that?'
She looked up, her mouth lifting off his knob. The tip was still in her lips when she spoke.
'I love sucking it. Every time I go down sucking, my cunt squirts.'
She squeezed his nuts; Buddy gasped. Her squeeze had triggered it solid, like a ball of fire, was rising from his balls.
Nancy cried, 'You're coming!' She gulped his cock, taking the whole thing into her mouth and sucking frantically.
Buddy felt his hips jerk, fucking right into Nancy's throat, choking her on the thrusts of his big cockhead.
He groaned loudly as it blew. There was a jolt, a burning explosion. His whole body went stiff as a board, when he shot his load into her mouth.
The noise of her sucking was loud, a voracious slurping as she swallowed his cream.
Buddy sagged, sinking into the bed, feeling the last feeble spurts erupt from his prick, and the hungry suction of her mouth on the tip.
He awakened to find himself alone. Had it been a dream?
The sheet was sopping with cunt juice and cum. And on the table was a note. Darling, tonight at the motel. Any time. Love, N.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, shaking his head to clear it. He looked at the clock. Four. He had intended meeting a couple of guys at the beach to swim and maybe get acquainted with some chicks. It was too late now.
Where was Sharon?
He pushed up from the bed and went to her room. The door was shut. He fisted the knob and turned it slowly, opening the door without a creak.
Sharon lay on her bed asleep, naked.
He stared at his sister's rosy tits, sloping a bit to the sides, at the twat hair curling down her belly and bushing out between her spread thighs.
He felt his cock lift. He slipped into the room and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, studying her. She looked so peaceful and innocent. But she was not like that. She was tough, demanding. Everything she did was for a purpose. For instance, he knew she had turned him on to Nancy for reasons of her own.
Her eyes opened. 'Buddy!'
'I was just sitting here, thinking.'
She stretched, then reached behind herself and plumped the pillow, raising her head to see him better.
'Thinking what?' she asked.
'Why you turned me on to Nancy.'
She smiled broadly. 'It was an act of charity. She was so frustrated, a nervous wreck. And I hated the idea of you jerking off all the time. What's the matter, didn't you like fucking her?'
'It's the greatest. But…'
'But what?'
He did not know what. He was suspicious of Sharon's motives. He always was. He shrugged.
Sharon's hands moved to her breasts. She caressed them, rubbing her palms on the nipples and digging her fingers into the white flesh.
'Sharon, why're you doing that?'
'Because it feels good.'
He sensed she was doing it to draw him off the subject of Nancy. He watched her knead those luscious, protruding white tits. Nancy had a great pair, but no girl's tits stuck out like Sharon's or had such huge circles drawn out to nipple points that made his mouth water.
As he, watched, her right hand vined down her belly and pressed her twat hair. She rubbed her mound. Then she jacked up her legs, spreading them, and drew back on her pubes, opening her cunt. He saw the glistening coral of her gash. She fingered into it and began to massage the little clit knob. Her glance swung to him, searching, her eyes narrowing.
Yes, she was trying to make him forget his question about Nancy.
He asked, 'Why did you set it up for me to fuck her?'
'Don't bother me. Go away and let me masturbate.'
His twitching cock had risen. It hung in a half-hard loop. He said, 'I'm not sure you like Nancy.'
'I like her fine.'
'You act sort of touchy around her.'
'Women don't get along as well as men do.'
'Maybe you want to have her job.'
'You bet your sweet ass I do! It pays lots more bucks than mine.'
He watched her slide two fingers down her gash and into her snatch. She kept her thumb pressing her clit. Her hips began to surge.
He asked, 'Is that how you do it? Masturbate?'
'How else would I do it?'
She squirmed down the bed now, nearing him. Her hand reached over his thigh and closed on his cockhead.
She murmured, 'Let me play with it. I'll come quicker that way.'
Her palm cupped his end, a warm, caressing softness. Nancy did it differently. She just grabbed. Like Sharon had said, Nancy was frustrated. She seemed to be trying to make up for a lot of missed fucking. Sharon had always gotten hers. He used to spy on her when guys drove her home from dates. He had seen them fucking in the car, rigid in front of the house.
His cock throbbed. The head grew out of the circle of her thumb and index finger. She massaged the shank. Her fist squeezed up and down it in a jerking motion that produced a rapid hardening.
The discussion of why she had turned him on to Nancy had died. He worked down at the slender fingers she was forcing into her cunt. Her hips were working now, humping away. He heard her grunt. He reached over her thigh and stroked the downiness of her stomach then her silky, auburn twat hair. He gently pinched her mound and tugged it.
He traced the jelly softness of her inner lips, down to the fingers curling into her hole. He tucked his index finger in along with hers.
Sharon arched up, her hips jerking. Her right hand vised on his cook.
'Buddy! If you keep on making me hot, you'll have to fuck me!'
After he had pronged Nancy that third time, he had thought he would never get it up again. But now it stood like a bedpost, the head flaring out like a mushroom. It was throbbing with eagerness to squeeze into her sloshy
