Fletcher Hill - Sweet lips

The hall opened on a large, beautifully furnished living room with an ankle-deep rug and an unusual number of massive easy chairs and long, low sofas. There was a big stone fireplace, an in-the-wall television screen, and a long bar with high barroom stools lined up in front of it. There were several men and women in the room, all of them in various stages of undress.

"I've begun to think of this room as an arena," the maid said, turning to leave. "You're on your own now, honey. Happy fucking."

There were three men drinking at the bar, their backs to Sharon. Another man was sitting on a sofa, a drink in one hand and his other hand between the legs of a fully-clothed blonde who was rolling her hips and gasping, as if she were about to orgasm, her dark-gold pussy lifting to the man's fingers with quick little thrusts. On another sofa, two completely nude girls were lying on their side, their heads between each other's legs, sucking ravenously. Another girl, nude except for shoes and stockings, was curled up in a big easy chair, either asleep or passed out.

No one noticed Sharon until she had walked halfway into the room. Then one of the men at the bar glanced over his shoulder, did a double-take, and stood up so quickly he spilled his drink.

"Jerry!" he said, staring at Sharon unbelievingly. "Chuck! Look at what just walked-in!"

The ether two men turned to look.

"Wow!" one of them said, getting to his feet. "I don't believe it."

The other man got up too. "Neither do I," he said. "They don't make them that pretty."

Sharon smiled and walked over to them. "Hi," she said. "My name's Sharon."

"I'm Paul," the first man said. "Sharon, meet Jerry and Chuck."

The other men bobbed their heads in greeting, their eyes roving up and down, Sharon's body.

Sharon, pleased with their reaction, straightened her shoulders so that her breasts would nipple sharply against the thin material of her dress. She was, she discovered, extremely horny. The frigging and sucking she'd received from the Woodwards had started her off, and the sight of a girl being finger-fucked on one sofa while two other girls sucked each other off on another had helped things along considerably. And now the proximity of three good-looking men with bulging flies had finished the job. Her cunt was itching for cock so much she could hardly stand still.

"Boy," Paul said, licking his lips as he started at her nipples. "Where did you come from?"

"Who cares?" Jerry laughed, moving close to Sharon. "You want a drink, baby?"

"It's too early."

Jerry began to feel her ass through her dress. "You sure?" he said, shifting his hand to her other hip.

"Yes." She reached back and pulled up her dress, so that Jerry's hand was now on her bare flesh. "What I'd really like," she said, lowering her eyes demurely, "is a fuck."

Jerry's jaw sagged for a moment, as did the other men's, but he recovered quickly. "What a coincidence," he said. "It just so happens I've got one for you."

"So have I," Paul said. "And I saw her first, Jerry. That means I get to fuck her first."

"Fine with me," Jerry said. "I'd rather have it a little sloppy, anyway."

"I don't care whether I fuck her first, last, or in between," Chuck said. "Just so long as I fuck her."

Sharon laughed. "Don't you think I should have something to say about that?"

"Excuse us all to hell," Paul said. "Something must be making us forget our manners."

"She's enough to make you forget anything," Chuck said.

"Well?" Paul said. "Who's it to be, Sharon? Which one of us would you rather fuck first?"

"All of you," Sharon said, reaching for the hem of her skirt.

"What?" Paul said.

Sharon draped her dress over the back of a bar stool and turned back to them, naked except for tiny shoes and hip-high black nylons.

"I don't want to fuck any of you first," she said, enjoying the way their eyes bulged at the sight of her body. "I want to fuck all of you at the same time."

Paul's jaw sagged again. "You mean in – uh – all three places? All at once?"

"Yes," Sharon said, reaching out to feel the bulge in his pants. "In my mouth and cunt and ass, all at once."

Paul stared at her a moment, then glanced at Jerry and Chuck. "Well, boys? Are we going to oblige this beautiful creature or aren't we?"

Jerry took out his cock. "Let's stop wasting time and start fucking," he said.

"We'll have to do it on the floor," Chuck said, unzipping his fly. "There wouldn't be room for a three-way fuck on a sofa."

As Sharon sank down on the deep-pile rug, she looked over at the other guests, hoping for an audience. Having other people watch her get fucked would enhance the pleasure. But the others were paying no attention. The fully-clothed girl was still being fingerfucked by the man on the sofa beside her, although she now had unbuttoned her blouse and was milking her breasts. The girl wearing only shoes and stockings was passed out in the chair. And the two completely naked girls were still eating each other's pussy.

Oh, well, Sharon thought to herself, they're bound to notice us, once we really get going.

"Now we've got another problem," Paul said. "Which one of us do you want in which place?"

"You've got the biggest cock," she said. "So that's the one I want in my cunt." She got up on her hands and knees. "Lie down on your back, Paul."

He lay down, and she got over him, lowering her pussy slowly until she felt the lips touch the head of his prick. Then she reached down and guided it into her, settling down on it slowly, loving the feel of it, until the head touched her womb. She had an urge to start fucking at once, but forced herself to wait.

"Now you, Chuck," she said, raising her hips in the air. "I want you up my ass."

Chuck got down behind her. "I'm not so sure I can get it in there," he said. "I think it's too big."

"No, it isn't," she said, remembering the wonderful assfucking the cab drivers had given her three days before. "Just rub some of my juice on it, and jam it in all at once."

A moment later, she felt the same searing sensation she had felt the first time – and then, suddenly, there was nothing but the same glorious feeling of having her ass packed full of hard, hot meat. And this time it felt even better than before, because she also had Paul's huge cock in her cunt, separated from Chuck's cock by a scant quarter-inch of the most sensitive tissue in her body. God, she reflected, how wonderful it was going to feel when they both began to fuck her at the same time!

"I'm the lucky one," Jerry said, coming over to stand with his feet at either side of Paul, facing Sharon, the head of his cock almost brushing her lips. "I'm the lucky bastard that gets sucked off."

"No, Jerry," Sharon said, smiling. "I want to be fucked. I'm not going to suck you off, Jerry. You're going to fuck my mouth. And I want you to fuck it just as hard as Paul and Chuck fuck my cunt and asshole."

"Hell," Chuck said. "That'll be even better."

"I'll like it better, too," Sharon said, and slid her lips over the head of his cock.

Several minutes later, when Sharon had finished cuming for perhaps the tenth time, she recalled how good it had felt when Tom fucked her between her breasts. Suddenly she wished she had a prick between them right now, fucking her in rhythm with the pricks pounding into her mouth and cunt and asshole.

And then, even as she thought about having her breasts fucked, she caught sight of the pretty girl who, nude except for shoes and stockings, was curled up in the chair, her tiny pink slit peeping enticingly from the downy nest between her legs. Oh, God, Sharon thought, how I'd love to suck her!

She was completely insatiable, she reflected as she began to cum again. She'd never, ever, get enough fucking and sucking. But she'd get as much of it as she could, she vowed – whether with men or women, or any combination of the two.