David Brown: Sheila spreads wide

He pumped her quickly, with short, eager strokes.

"Easy, big boy," she said, pushing her big breasts toward him. "You'll pop your fuckin' rocks before I can splash!"

He ignored her.

His prick danced inside her. It worked feverishly in her crack, pumping her like a jack hammer. The blonde tensed herself and splashed his joint with honey. She reached up and pulled his face down onto her writhing titties. He reached underneath her top, his hands groping for her big jugs. He squeezed her nipples and rubbed the sensitive skin, making her shoot her guns again. He pushed her tits against each other as he fucked her.

The door opened.

Carol came inside, eyed the two squirming bodies on the dressing table, and squealed in delight. She got down on her knees behind the barman, reached up, and squeezed his balls.

The man came instantly, gritting his teeth, tensing against the blonde, and slamming his prick home. The sputtering snake poured jism into her, balling the walls of her jerking pussy. She wailed, pounded her mound against his hammering joint, and soaked the spending tool with quim water.

Recovering, he turned and looked down at the redhead. He was quite angry. "You bitch!" he yelled. "I coulda lasted five more minutes if ya hadn't squeezed my fuckin' balls!"

She giggled and looked up at him. "Don't have a heart attack," she said, reaching out for his soaked, limp prick. "I'll have ya as hard as a fuckin' rock in five minutes."

The redhead opened her mouth and swallowed the spent prick in one greedy gulp. Immediately it began to stir in her mouth, growing warmer and larger. The barman shuddered helplessly, leaning back against Sheila, who was still leaning on the dressing table.

Carol's lips and tongue massaged and fondled the stirring, wet tool. She played with the loose sac, blowing on him, touching his inner thighs with her fingertips. She moaned and closed her eyes. The prick was getting thicker in her mouth. She placed the round dong head between her moist lips and rubbed her tongue against the wet jism hole.

Soon the man's peter was big and hard. The girls made him lie down, on his back, on the floor. He was groaning and stirring, his chest heaving. They knelt on either side of him and dove for the throbbing prong, lips and tongues hot and willing. He gasped when the women's tongues and lips assaulted him. A thin stream of juice ran down the base of his tool.

The girls licked the juice and began a trail of kisses on his rod. Starting at the base and moving upwards, toward the heart-shaped head. Their tongues moved out of their mouths in perfect rhythm with each other, gliding across the velvety skin, swirling sensuously over the jism slit, moving up and down the underside, tickling the clump of flesh beneath the head, whipping across his length.

The barman squealed and shifted on the floor. He parted his hairy thighs and trembled as the women worked on him. Their hot breath sizzled the flesh of his inner thighs. Ha felt flushed, and began to sputter thickly.

Sheila got up and straddled the barman's face.

He looked up and saw the blonde's wet, pink snatch moving downwards, toward his face. Her thighs parted, and the sweet smell of her cunt enveloped him. His tongue lashed out, catching her smartly on the throbbing clit. She squealed and pressed her damp mound against his mouth. His lips and tongue were hot and sticky.

He tongued her hole, pumped her clit, rammed her crack with his fingers. She flushed, and the thick honey smell saturated his nostrils. He licked the juice as it emerged from her swollen tube. Then he pumped her asshole while he nibbled her pussy lips and clit.

Carol straddled the barman's hips, spread her legs, squealed, and pressed her soaked snatch roughly down onto his awaiting pork. The big snake spread her tube apart, making her drain. The redhead kicked and bucked above him, pounding her wet mound on him and making her clit rub against the length of his tool.

They were a squealing, squirming threesome. The blonde popped her rocks into his drenching his cheeks and mouth with hot honey oil. The redhead sucked his cock deeply with her strong slit muscles. Her pussy lips climbed up and down his cock, drenching it, heating his bubbling rocks. She jolted, and the slimy juice filled her canyon. It laced his joint and made it fill her pussy even more.

Sheila got off again and again as the barman pumped her tubes with his finger. Both hands moved simultaneously, going up her cunt and ass feverishly. She was sloshing to the brim with gash milk. His face was soaked with the stuff. The room smelled like a jism factory.

The redhead continued to jump and kick above the big, red cock. Her pussy spilled loads of hot juice onto him. It spilled down his thighs and onto his pants and the floor.

He jerked and gasped. His giant rod popped, filling the redhead's wet cream tube. She went berserk, slapping her cunt down on him, squeezing his rammer with vise like force. The jism geysered into her tube and made her writhe and whimper. Carol popped her rocks and went limp.

The threesome cleaned up and dressed before they left the room.

Five minutes later, the barman brought them another round. "On the house," he said, smiling down at them.

Carol laughed. "Still mad at me?" she teased.

He also laughed. "Ya made up for it," he said.

Then he turned and went back to the bar.

The girls lit cigarettes and, sipped their drinks.

"He wasn't bad, was he?" asked Sheila.

"Honey," replied Carol, "there are only two different kinds of cock – good and great. In my opinion, he was great."

The girls laughed.

For the next fifteen minutes, they sat quietly, smoking and drinking. Sheila decided that she wanted to have another meal before she hit the road. The girls entered the restaurant and ordered grilled cheese sandwiches, salads, and coffee.

Carol sat on the bed, watching the blonde as she packed. "I'm really gonna miss ya, honey," she said sadly.

"I won't be gone long," replied the blonde. "I'll only be visiting my sister for a few days, ya know."

Just then, the redhead remembered something. "What about these clothes?" she asked, gesturing to the sweater and skirt she was wearing.

"Don't worry about it," said the blonde. "I'll pick 'em up on my way back. That should convince ya that I'd see ya again. Right?"

"Right!"

Sheila went back to her packing.

Carol helped the blonde pile the bags into her car. "Those bastards," she said. "Neil and Robbie. They told us they'd be back in a fuckin' hour."

"You know how men are," she said. "They're prob'ly either bullshittin' or fuckin' some poor unfortunate girl they saw on the way back."

Carol laughed and watched the blonde get into her car. "I'm really gonna miss ya, baby," she said.

Sheila rested her hand on the redhead's arm. "I'll be back, honey."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Sheila kissed Carol on the cheek, started the engine, waved at the sad redhead, and pulled out of the parking lot. She pulled onto the main road and relaxed in her seat.

You're damned right I'll be back, she thought as though she were still talking to Carol. In just a few short days, I've caught up on all the fun I've missed in the past few years. I'll be back – and very soon.

After all, her sister wasn't really much fun.