Mark Smith: Virgin no more

Finally they were both naked. John was on his knees, while Susan bent over to fondle his cock. Both of them seemed completely oblivious of Sheila's presence, so wrapped up were they.

"Suck it…" John whispered, looking down at the sight of Susan's hungry mouth just a few inches away from his angry rod. He hadn't had a good lay in a week, but it had been even longer since he'd had someone give him good head.

And no one gave head like Susan.

She smiled, pushing him down until he was lying on his back, his cock standing up from his body as if it were at attention.

Susan bent and kissed his thighs, then began to work her way up toward his cock. But before she got there, she stopped and carefully, completely, licked his balls until the wrinkled skin of his scrotum was soaking wet. Then, still being careful so as not to hurt him, she took one of his balls in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm," he smiled, spreading his legs to make it easier for her.

Sheila, watching quietly from across the worn until she couldn't stand it any more. She slipped her hand beneath the material of her caftan and let two fingers slide inside her dripping cunt. She couldn't believe how wet she was; this was incredible.

Susan let go of John's balls now, and worked her way up until her lips were buried in the thick, wiry hair at the base of his cock. Her hands were on his massive staff, and she slowly began to pull up and down, massaging his meat while her lips explored its base.

"Come on, baby. Suck it. Suck my cock," he moaned, crazy with anticipation. All he could see was her face, her back and her delicious white ass as it waved in the air higher than her head.

"Relax," she whispered, enjoying the sweet torment, knowing it would be all the more satisfying in the end for him because of it.

Sheila found herself being equally around by the sight of his giant cock and Susan's very visible ass. The thick, fleshy cheeks were spread apart, revealing the rich red lips of her cunt, giving Sheila the strong temptation to creep across the floor and bury her face in that dripping honeypot.

But she didn't.

Instead, she continued to play with herself lightly, knowing that her chance would come later.

Now Susan began to work her way up John's cock, letting her tongue lick every inch of smooth, pulsing skin. She could tell that John was going crazy above her, but she didn't care. If anything, it had made her go even more slowly.

But finally she was at the top, her full, sensuous lips poised just a few inches above the anxious head of his meat.

"Now, baby… now…" he urged.

This time she didn't tease him. Instead, she parted her lips and mouth as wide as she could, then pushed down on his tool.

The first two inches disappeared inside her mouth.

She began to pump now, moving up and down with her whole body, taking more of him inside her with each stroke. She could feel his eyes on her, and she knew she was giving him a better blow job than he could ever get anywhere else.

And she loved giving it.

Finally, after perhaps a dozen strokes, she succeeded in taking him all the way inside her. She could feel her lips buried in the thick hair of his crotch, while his meat seemed to be imbedded someplace in her stomach.

For a long moment she didn't move, savoring the feeling of his prick stretching all her muscles, taking pride in her ability to take him completely.

Sheila couldn't believe what she was seeing. It seemed like a physical impossibility for his cock to fit into her like that.

Now, triumph clearly etched in all her movements, Susan pulled up on his cock, letting it slide wetly out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva, until it was almost all the way out of her.

Then she drove down on it again, then pulled up.

Faster and faster now, she began to work up and down his shaft. John responded by driving into her in rhythm with her strokes, shoving his cock deep into the clinging recesses other throat.

Finally his cock began to tremble, and John could feel the hot cum churning up inside him, boiling and foaming as it fought to shoot from the end of his shaft.

Susan could feel it as well, and at the last possible moment she suddenly pulled herself off of him, leaving his rigid cock naked in the air.

"Hey," he groaned.

"Not yet, baby," she told him.

He was still on his back, and she was straddling him. He was about to protest, when she did something that silenced the words before they ever emerged from his throat.

Looking down on him with eyes that were glazed from passion, Susan spread her slim muscular legs and bared her cunt to him, pulling back both lips with her fingers.

"Nice, baby… real nice…" he murmured approvingly, forgetting his frustration of a few moments ago. She had one of the nicest cunts he had ever seen in his life, and just to look at it was a thrill.

But of course he planned to do more than just look at it.

"Came on, baby, let's do it."

Susan just smiled.

Then she took one of her fingers and plunged it deep into her sloppy, dripping cunt. A moment later she pulled it out, glistening, into the light.

Carefully, making certain not to miss a single drop of her own honey, she licked the finger until it was dry.

"You want to fuck me?" she breathed tantalizingly, her breasts heaving up and down in her excitement.

With a groan he answered her, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her into the air. When she came down she landed directly on his cock.

"Aaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as it drove straight to the deepest recesses of her dripping pussy. It felt like it was going to go right through her.

But she loved it.

"Now fuck me, you prick…" she hissed, beginning to bounce up and down wildly on his meat.

John responded by shoving his cock even deeper into her. From where, he lay he could look up and see his cock entering her pussy. With each thrust a tiny rivulet of her honey squirted out of her cunt, oozing down his cock before it once again disappeared inside her pussy.

Above, her small, firm breasts bounced up and down in rhythm to her thrusts.

Again and again hi cock disappeared inside her. Both of them were lost in the sensations that were waiting through their bodies, oblivious to everything but the excitement that was consuming them.

Sheila, across the room, was practically in a trance, her finger pumping in and out of her tawny cunt with a speed that left her breathless. She had never even imagined seeing something like this; it was incredible. John's strong hands were on Susan's ass, pulling her down onto his cock, spreading the white cheeks wider and wider with each thrust.

"Harder, you bastard, harder!" Susan groaned, her body pumping up and down with a fury that left both of them breathless.

But they weren't finished yet.

John could once again feel the hot cum bubbling up inside him, but fought to keep it down.

Not yet, he told himself.

Then he heard what he had been waiting for.

"Ooooooohhhhh… yesssss… yesssss, YESSSSSS!" Susan gasped as she suddenly felt tic, cunt overflow, the hot juices shooting in great spurts from her battered pussy. Waves of melting, dissolving sensation shot through her, sending her consciousness soaring as she came again and again, her cunt pulsing and quivering until she couldn't stand it any longer.

Frenziedly, she jumped off his cock, her cunt still pulsing wildly, and grabbed his meat in her hands.

A moment later she was jerking him off with a passion that practically pulled his tool from his body. But it only took a dozen strokes for him to came, his cock exploding with a violence that sent great wads of white, sticky jism flying into the air.

The first spurt hit Susan squarely in the face, covering her cheeks with his cum.