Mark Smith: Virgin no more

She loved it.

While she still pumped up and down on his shuddering tool, she licked the cum as it hit her, getting as much of it as she could to find its way into her hungry mouth.

For fully thirty seconds he poured his jizz out into the air. It landed on her throat. Her tits. Her stomach.

Some of it fell back onto his body, spreading across his own flat stomach.

Susan let go of his cock and bent down, licking the sticky cum, not letting a single drop escape. She was still in a frenzy, and had no intentions of stopping until the last fragment of sensation had been drawn from this entire experience.

Straddling him once again, she let his hands run all over her own body, rubbing the cum that half-covered her chest and rubbing it into her tits, feeling it soak into her skin until it had all disappeared.

Then, exhausted at last, she sank down onto the thick carpet. She closed her eyes contentedly.

Across the room, Sheila came out of her trance. Her finger was still deep inside her warm pussy, but she was no longer thrusting it in and out.

She didn't want to come that way.

Not tonight, at any rate.

She knew that later she could finally get what she was so ready for.

John's cock in her cunt.

It would be worth waiting for.

When John woke up he suddenly remembered Sheila. Where was she? Susan was asleep a few feet away from him in front of the fire, but Sheila was nowhere in sight.

How long had he been asleep?

The fact that the fire was still burning warmly indicated that it hadn't been long. Quietly he got up.

When he stood up he could just barely see into the kitchen, where he caught a glimpse of Sheila's green caftan. Still being careful not to awaken Susan, he walked quietly into the kitchen. In the doorway he paused; she was heating some water on the stove and hadn't heard him yet. He openly admired her looks, or what he could see of them from behind. Her shoulder-length hair was full and lively, and as she moved he occasionally caught a hard-earned glimpse of the outline of her.

It looked nice.

In a way he was surprised that Susan was being so generous in her attitude toward him and what she said that Sheila wanted. It was hard to believe that the woman he was looking at was still a virgin.

Incredible.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Oh!" she cried, startled. "You scared me."

"Sorry."

"That's all right. I'm just fixing some Kahlua and coffee. Want some?"

"Sure."

She had a nice smile, he thought. And there wasn't a trace of uptightness about her; very strange in someone her age who was still a virgin.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked, wailing lightly.

"Might as well," she replied.

"Am you really a virgin?"

She laughed. "What do you think?"

"I think if you are, you must have spent the last five years in a nunnery."

She laughed again. "I guess that's supposed to be a compliment."

"It is."

"Then thanks."

"Well?" he asked, still smiling.

"Well what?"

"Well, are you a virgin?"

"Tell you what," she answered, giving him his hot mug and brushing lightly, provocatively against his body. "Why don't you ask me that question in about an hour?"

"I hope in an hour I'll know without asking," he rejoined.

She didn't say anything, but simply smiled and walked into the living room where Susan was still asleep. Choosing a spot well across the room from her, Sheila sat down.

John followed her, apparently oblivious of his nakedness.

But she wasn't oblivious of it. Just the opposite. In fact, she could hardly take her eyes off his cock. It wasn't quite as flaccid now as it had been just a few moments ago.

"Ummmmm, I just noticed something," John announced.

"What?"

"You're the only one here wearing clothes." Sheila made a pretense of looking round the room. "Why, I do believe you're right," she replied.

"Seems unsociable to me," John said with another smile.

"Oh, really?" Sheila said coyly. "Really."

Susan stirred but didn't wake up. Sheila looked at her for a moment, then looked back at John. Then she took a long, hot pull off her drink.

"I wouldn't want to be accused of being unsociable."

John shrugged.

Taking another drink, Sheila set down her mug and stood up in front of John. She could begin to feel excitement shooting through her at the prospect of what she was about to do.

Without saying anything else, she reached up to her neck and unfastened the first button of her caftan.

John's cock started to get hard.

She unfastened the next one. Then the until finally the robe was open down the front to her navel. But her tits were still covered by the soft material.

John shifted. His cock was almost completely rigid now.

Sheila knew the time was right. Everything felt perfect, and she knew that he was ready to see her.

She let the caftan drop to the floor.

"Nice…" John whispered, taking in her entire body with a single, sweeping glance. She was magnificent!

Her tits were large, but they were firm as well, jutting out from her body like twin peaks, each tipped with a brownish pink rosebud.

Below them, her waist was slim and flat, with soft, silky skin that practically begged to be touched. But the thing that turned him on the most, and made his cock grow, if possible, harder than it had been earlier, was her fantastic cunt.

Or, more precisely; her perfect, silky triangle.

He had never seen hair so soft, so downy. He wanted to bury his face in it right then and there, but he somehow refrained from it.

There was no point in rushing this.

"Do I pass inspection?" she asked, sensing his arousal.

"With flying colon."

She sat down across from him. For a long time they just looked at each other, anticipating what would happen shortly. Sheila finished her Kahlua, feeling the warm liquor flow through her body, releasing her from the last of her inhibitions.

"You know what I want?" she whispered, a light smile playing seductively on her features.

"What?"

"Your cock," she breathed, feeling delightfully naughty. She had never even thought of talking like this, but she could feel the excitement grow between them as she said it.

"Where?" he whispered back, catching the spirit of her mood.

She didn't speak in reply, but instead simply spread her legs slightly and placed her hand over her cunt.

"There?" John asked in mock innocence.

She nodded.

Then, as John watched, she spread apart the fully, dewy lips of her cunt to reveal the wet pinkness within. With one finger she began to explore herself, never taking her eyes off John, watching his reaction to what she was doing.

It was gratifying.

Her clit was visible now, swelling just beneath the sensitive hood of skin that had covered it. Sheila could feel it, and then she looked down. The sight of her own fingers glistening brightly with the juice from her cunt made her tremble with excitement.

She couldn't wait any longer.

"Fuck me… oh please… fuck me now…"

John moved forward, swept away by the seething excitement that was shooting through him. He could hardly believe how much he was turned on; it was phenomenal.

She was on her back now, her legs spread wide for him. He wanted to plunge into her right then, but he held back.

This was going to be too good to rush.

Instead, he reached down with firm hands and spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt so that he felt like he could see deeper into her than he had ever seen into another woman.

Then, as she pushed her crotch into his face, he bent forward and brought his lips into contact with her wet, dripping cunt.

"Oooohhhh… yessss… eat me, eat my cunt!" she groaned, twisting in his grasp, fighting to bring his probing tongue deeper into her.