Mark Smith: Virgin no more

Gently Susan began to blow on Sheila's cunt, fanning the hot hole, making Sheila practically beg for mercy. Then finally, when Sheila was sure she couldn't take it any longer, Susan let her tongue dart out and flick lightly against Sheila's clit.

"More… please… more!"

Susan's tongue darted out again, this time lingering another half-second before withdrawing.

Then finally she let loose, driving her wet, probing tongue deep into the shivering folds of Sheila's hungry cunt. Again and again she drove it in, sliding the warm muscle in and out of Sheila's writhing, wriggling cunt with a fury that threatened to drive Sheila insane.

Sheila couldn't believe how good all this felt. It was incredible to think that her entire life had been spent without ever experiencing anything like this.

Incredible.

With both breasts heaving and bouncing all over her chat, Sheila began to shove her cunt harder and harder against Susan's working, driving tongue. She could feel it deep inside her one second, then out along the soft warmth of her inner thighs the next.

"Eat me… eat my cunt… suck my honey out of me… ohhhh please…" she pleaded.

But no matter how hard Susan sucked, there was always more love juice to pour out of Sheila's cunt. It never stopped, flowing out in a sticky stream that found its way always into Susan's mouth.

Harder now, losing touch with everything but the pulsing, melting fire inside her, Sheila shoved her crotch against Susan's face. She wanted to come again; last night in her room had only been the beginning.

"Make me come… make me come…" she breathed in rhythm with her thrusts, shoving and wriggling with a reckless abandon that threatened to engulf Susan's face.

Almost before the words were out of her mouth Sheila felt her cunt begin to pulse uncontrollably. It was as if her entire crotch was about to dissolve.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she gasped as a wave of wrenching excitement shot through her, sending new spurts of her honey flying from her cunt.

Again and again the wave hit, causing her cunt to spill over, bathing Susan's entire face in sticky, hot cum.

"Yessssss… nice…" Susan murmured, her hot tongue lapping up every ounce of the musky liquid that poured from Sheila's cunt.

Finally it appeared to be over.

Sheila remained still on the couch, while Susan kept her face buried in the hot wetness of Sheila's spent pussy.

Sheila smiled.

Yes, this was going to work out just fine.

For the next three days the girls got to know each other better, shopping ail day and doing whatever they wanted to at night. Whatever they wanted consisted primarily of getting their fill of each other's bodies.

They made it in the sauna, the Jacuzzi, in front of the fireplace, even in the bed. Sheila had never before realized how good pussy could taste, and she found herself wanting to bury her face between Susan's sweet thighs at every opportunity.

But she also wanted something else; she wanted to feel a man's cock inside her own pussy. She had been ashamed to tell Susan that site was a virgin up until now, but as they became closer and closer friends, she found herself feeling less self-conscious about it. Finally, on Friday evening after dinner, she blurted it out.

"I was wondering whether or not you were going to admit to it," Susan replied, completely unfazed by what Sheila thought was a major revelation on her part.

"You mean you knew?" she asked in disbelief. "Let's say I assumed. It was pretty obvious," Susan returned, smiling to take the sting out of her words.

"Oh." Sheila didn't know what to say. This wasn't what she had expected at all.

"I take it you're ready to do something about it," Susan said.

"About what?"

"About your virginity, stupid."

"Oh," Sheila replied, feeling like an idiot. "As a matter of fact, yes. But I don't have any candidates. You're the only person I know here."

"Don't worry. John's coming in tonight for the weekend."

"Who's John?"

"He's sort of my boy friend."

"What good does that do me?" Sheila asked, confused.

"Hey, come on. We're friends, aren't we? You know, share and share alike?"

"I guess so," Sheila replied.

"Besides, I'm sure you'll like John."

"I'm sure I will."

And she was right. When John arrived an hour later, Sheila knew they were going to get along. He was tall, with sandy blond hair that almost matched her own, and an athletic build that made her start wondering immediately what he would look like without any clothes on his body.

She didn't have long to wait to find out.

Susan started things by passing out steaming mugs of hot buttered rum to everyone. Sheila finished hers quickly, feeling a need for the warm comfort it afforded her, and went into the kitchen to fix herself another. She was beginning to feel relaxed and anticipant; another drink should just about do it.

As she heated the water, she thought about John. She had been afraid that this whole situation would seem uncomfortable to her, but it didn't. He was a football coach at a college; an assistant coach, anyway. But he didn't fit her image of a football coach; she could hardly imagine him yelling or screaming like the ones at her high school always had.

When she returned to the living room, Sheila could tell that Susan had said something to John because of the way he was looking at her. If it had been possible to undress her with his eyes, she was certain that his look right then would have accomplished it.

Her cunt began to tingle.

"Alt, Sheila?" Susan said, a minxish smile on her features, "Why don't you put some music on. John and I want to get, ah, reacquainted. Then John wants to visit with you for a while."

"Sure," Sheila replied, a little disconcerted. "I'll go into the bedroom."

"No, don't do that," Susan smiled. "Just sit back and relax. That's all."

"All right."

Sheila put on a soft jazz record, curled up in seine furs and blankets, and pretended to concentrate on her hot buttered rum. This was all a bit strange, but she was committed to going alone with it.

So Susan wanted an audience, did she? That wasn't surprising. And John didn't seem to mind either. Well, if they didn't mind, then she didn't mind either.

They were across the worn from where she was, just a few feet from the fire. Susan had on a tight-fitting sweater and jacket, and already was beginning to unbutton John's shirt.

Sheila shifted slightly, almost unconsciously, so that her thighs were parted beneath her soft, terrycloth caftan. This was going to be interesting. She had never even come close to seeing someone do more than kiss somebody else; obviously Susan had more in mind than just kissing.

John was naked to the waist now, and Sheila found that she wasn't disappointed at all in what she saw. He wasn't overly muscular, but his body was well-formed and smooth.

She laid her hand lightly on her thigh.

John's hand's were all over Susan as well, feeling her tits through the soft material of her sweater. Her nipples were already rock hard, and he found himself wanting to suck them right now, without wasting any more time.

A moment later he had her sweater lifted over her head, causing her tits to jiggle delightfully in the flickering light. While Susan unbuckled his belt, he leaned forward and began to kiss her tits, rubbing his face in their fleshy whiteness, licking the tight brown nipples with his tongue.

Sheila was creaming all over herself as she watched. She wanted to finger her own cunt, but decided against it for the time being at least.

Now suddenly Susan pulled down John's pants, allowing his cock to jump up.

Sheila gasped; it was huge. Even bigger than Mr. Hoffer's had been.

But it didn't seem to faze Susan in the least. She bent forward and began to stroke up and down on it, pulling the pink skin up and down while John finished undressing her.