Mark Smith - Virgin no more

Making a rigid probe of her tongue, Sheila pushed forward.

"Oooohhhh… yessss…" Susan groaned, shoving her ass hard against Sheila's face. The combination of the dildo filling up her cunt and Sheila's sweet tongue probing her ass was making her rush and spin crazily toward her climax.

She forced herself to hold it in; it would be better if she could wait just a little longer.

Sheila licked hard now, running her tongue all the way from Susan's asshole to her cunt and back again with each stroke. Susan's ass was moving wildly now, but Sheila was locked so tightly onto it that nothing short of an earthquake could shake her loose.

"Oh… finger me, Sheila, finger my asshole."

Not hesitating an instant, Sheila took one of her fingers that was still covered with her own love honey, and plunged it deep into the tight sphincter of Susan's ass.

"Ooooohhhh… yesssss… yes!" Susan moaned, writhing like an impaled animal on Sheila's finger.

Sheila could feel the pressure of the dildo through the walls of Susan's cunt and then suddenly, almost without warning, she felt Susan's cunt suddenly contract.

"Aaaaggghhhh!"

Susan came in a sudden wave of love juice that shot out of her cunt, sending her spinning wildly to the bench beneath her, quivering uncontrollably. Frantically she grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, and suddenly the pent-up honey inside shot out with a flow that poured great streams of the sticky juice onto the inside of her thighs.

From above, Sheila just watched in amazement. She had never seen so much hot cream; had never imagined that anyone could do what Susan had just done.

And the day was just beginning.

Sheila and her friends decided to spend the day in upstate New York, skiing at one of the popular resorts. They made the five-hour trip by car and spent the remainder of the day on the slopes, finally retiring to their rooms for a restful night.

The next day, after some more skiing, Sheila found herself taking stock of what had happened to her during the past week.

It was incredible.

In a very strange way, it was almost impossible for her to conceive of herself as the same person who had packed up and left home the previous weekend. So much had happened…

What about Jim?

She had forced him out of her mind during much of the week, wanting to escape the pain that his memory brought back in a quick rushing flood. Even now, with her precious virginity no longer a factor, she found her thoughts of him causing her to lose some of the momentum she had gathered during her brief but hectic association with Susan.

Thinking of Susan made her smile.

She had never met anyone quite like the girl she was living with now. All of her previous friends, Sheila now realized, had been exceptionally uptight about sex.

But not Susan.

Exactly the opposite was true, in fact. Susan would rater fuck than do anything. But now that she, too, had experienced it, Sheila could understand why Susan felt the way she did.

It was fantastic.

Even now Sheila could feel her cunt tingling with excitement at the memory of John's big cock plunging into her tight, willing pussy, finally exploding in a churning mass of hot cum.

Wow.

She was really getting turned on.

Her cunt was practically drenching her panties with her own love juice. Not surprisingly, her interest in what she was doing began to fade.

Oh, well. She might as well stop for lunch. It was almost noon anyway.

Back at their room, Sheila was surprised to find that John and Susan were gone. Somehow she had expected them to stay in bed all day, or at least for mast of the day.

It didn't matter.

Shrugging, Sheila proceeded to make herself a sandwich and a bowl of hot soup. All during the meal she couldn't take her mind off her cunt; it was positively on tire. Once or twice she let her hand brush against the outside of her jeans where they fit tightly on her crotch, but this only served to make her more frustrated.

This would never do.

She decided to go back outside.

In the elevator she accidentally pushed the wrong button, which resulted in her being let out in the basement instead of the lobby.

The result was quite a surprise.

In front of her was a swimming pool, the warm water steaming slightly.

She was about to push the button and go back upstairs when she noticed that there was a single person in the pool. On impulse she decided to walk across the basement and go out via the stairway on the opposite side.

The person in the pool was a man, and from what little she could see of him, he appeared to be attractive. Her mind began to race with possibilities; they were alone down here, and she doubted that anyone else was likely to show up at this time of day.

To make things more simple, the man began to save and smile at her. Sheila hesitated, as if making a decision, although in fact her decision had already been made. She wasn't about to pass this up.

"Hi!" the man called out, smiling up from the steam that rose from the pool. As she came closer she recognized the man as someone whom she had seen on the slopes.

"Hello," she said, trying to hide her surprise at something she had just discovered; the man was naked.

"Why don't you join me?" the man asked. Sheila would normally have been put off by the man's confidence in himself; almost conceit, in fact.

But not today.

In fact, it was this, combined with the way he was looking at her body through her clothes, that made her come close to making a decision about what she was going to do in the next few minutes.

Why not?

She sat down in a chair, keeping an eye on the man as he started to talk again. He seemed to be about thirty-five or forty, still in good shape. His hair around the temples was flecked with grey, while his face had a ruddy quality to it that she liked.

"Come on, why don't you keep me company for a while?" he grinned, not quite being openly suggestive about it but still letting Sheila know that keeping him company would embrace a wide range of possibilities.

Sheila was definitely intrigued. She smiled, not quite knowing what to say.

"Come on. Just for a little while. It's really nice and warm in here."

I bet, Sheila thought to herself.

"Sounds inviting, but I don't have my swimsuit," Sheila protested.

"Neither do I."

"So I noticed."

There was a short silence as she glanced at the outline of his dark crotch.

She squirmed in her seat.

Then she looked around. There was no one else in the pool area, and the fact that no one had interrupted them since her arrival implied that they likely to be left alone for a while at lest.

Long enough.

The man didn't say anything, realizing that Sheila was definitely very much interested and nothing he could say at this point would have very much effect.

"My name's Ted," he offered after a long pause.

"I'm Sheila."

Sheila was about to act now. Her cat was dripping once again. All right, she thought to herself, I've delayed long enough. Why not?

She stood up, walked over to the stairway leading up from the pool area, and closed the door there. Then without saying anything, she began to strip.

From inside the pool, Ted looked up. This was fantastic; he had never really believed he was going to get anywhere with this chick. She must be hornier than she looked right now.

When her sweater came over her head, exposing her full, firm tits, he felt his cock go completely rigid within five seconds. In the cool air outside her nipples were as hard as his cock.

Then she pulled down her pants, and all that we left, now were her panties.

A moment later they, too, had come off.

What a cunt!

The hair was as blonde as the hair on her head, and was as delicate as silk. Just looking at it was enough to drive a man crazy.