Heather Brown - Juicy piece

Apparently Melanie could sense the orgasms that were rapidly developing into a barrage against my senses because she let go of my cunt and called up, "Don't come too much yet."

"Oh, darling, I'll never stop," I mumbled into her sopping pussy.

"I want to stick it in you before we stop!" she cried as she pulled off me. "Get on your back."

"What'll you use?" I asked as I rolled over on my back, automatically spreading my legs so my cunt was out in the open, begging to be fucked.

"I'll check the fridge," she said, and was gone before I knew it.

When she returned, her eyes glowed like she had just discovered gold. But their attention was obviously riveted to nothing more exotic than the long Polish sausage dangling from her trembling fingers. "Wow," she said, her mouth forming a perfect little O to go along with her Orphan Annie eyes, "we can both use this mother at the same time."

I couldn't imagine what she was talking about until she got on the bed and greedily began stuffing one end of the sausage up her horny cunt. Her dainty pink pussy-lips bent wetly, flexing in and out as Melanie jigglingly lodged six inches of the Polish sausage inside her cunt-hole.

"Here," she said handing me the free end, "stick it up your pussy."

The urge to be joined to her, pussy to pussy, by a moist tube of fresh meat forced me to scramble next to Melanie, fraying my legs wide open and grabbing for the remaining length of sausage. Instantly I felt its cool neck slide inside my hole, my steaming cunt boiling the meat so that when it finally came out of the oven of my pussy, it would probably be cooked enough to eat. I looked down at my cunt, breeched by the pink tube of the cocklike sausage, and across to Melanie's pussy, equally stretched with the round meat.

"Wiggle your ass," she said to me, "make it work like a live prick inside my cunt."

I instinctively did as she asked, moving my hips in a slow circular motion that sent the long sausage twisting up her cunt like a roto-rooter. The way she sighed, twisted and moaned you would have thought she had the world's biggest, liveliest cock up her pussy. Her trembling became spasms as a result of the surging force up her cunt, and as she shook, her vibrations coursed back through the bond of meat connecting us and I suddenly felt the substitute prick dancing with life inside my cunt, too.

Now we were both twitching our asses, grinding away at each other and taking what the other had to give, both of us fucking and being fucked simultaneously. The firmly packed meat stabbed farther and farther into the tunnel of my cunt as our crotches pressed closer and closer together, until, finally, the strands of our pussy hair intertwined and the wet lips of our cunts were touching, the long tube of sausage buried within us.

We each put our hands on the other's waist and pulled even closer, forcing our bellies and hips tightly together, teenage body straining lithely against the ripe curves. My firm, ample tits swamped hers, burying her boobs under an avalanche of warm flesh, her sharp nipples stabbing erectly into the underside of my jugs. We soul-kissed, our tongues, still reeking of each other's cunts, stabbing pungently into each other's mouths. Down below, the mouths of our pussies sealed each other like gaskets, fusing together as we fucked, reaming each other out with the foot and a half of hard meat between us.

I had been coming steadily all along, but now one whale of an orgasm surfaced within me. Suddenly I found myself totally haywire, all my sensations, all my feelings, and all my emotions centered in my twitching, juicing cunt. I squeezed my pussy muscles like a vise on the hard meat inside me and felt it start to give. In a minute it was crushed, the tough link of sausage turned into patties inside my meat grinder of a cunt.

As I creamed and convulsed, I stole a glance and saw that Melanie was having the same experience, her eyes rolling like a slot machine as she lifted her head back and thrust her adolescent cunt at me, pounding our clits together so that the seal of our pussy-lips was broken, and our cunt-juice foamed in a thick lather at our crotches.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming one last time! Hold me, let me come in your arms!"

Our tits crashed together and then we collapsed and shuddered in each other's embrace. We drove our cunt-mounds together, gouging the thick hunk of meat joining us against the mouths of our wombs as we felt our climaxes suddenly shared. Orgasmic power flowed between us through the connections of our tongue-fucking mouths, our pressing tits and stabbing nipples, and our meatily welded cunts. We trembled convulsively in each other's grasp as the coming reduced us to quivering wrecks, total slaves to the agonizingly perfect domination of our bodies by our erotic instincts.

Finally we were through and stopped, running down as though we were machines whose springs had unwound. As we fell away from each other, my legs splayed and I exhaustedly threw an arm across the front of my naked body, my hand dangling on top of my oozing cunt. Immediately I could feel the juices flooding from me, drenching my fingers with their stickiness. I couldn't resist the temptation to taste my cunt and drew my hand to my mouth and lapped the dripping gop sticking to my fingers. The surprise tanginess of the sausage mixed in with my pussy-juice startled and delighted me, and quickly my hand was back at my cunt, gouging for another load of goodness.

Melanie saw what I was doing and cried, "Look… look!" pointing to the space between us on the bed.

I looked to where she was pointing and gasped deliriously, "Oh, my God!"

What was left of the sausage was lying on the bedspread, all but a few inches of it gouged off and missing.

"It's in our cunts!" Melanie shrieked with joy.

"Let's have a midnight snack!" I cried, completely invigorated within a few magical seconds.

We sprang upright and leaped at each other, wrestling off the bed and onto the floor until each of us found a place in the other's crotch, our mouths greedily eating at our cunts for the succulent stew of Polish sausage and pussy. Immediately my tongue found a chunk of the savory goodness and passed it to my ravenous mouth. Greedily I wolfed down the pussy-juice marinated sausage, piggishly going for more as I felt Melanie doing the same thing in my cunt, splitting my snatch apart with her tongue and mouth to get at the goodies.

The more pussy I ate the more I came, giving Melanie more and more treasure to mine in the mother-lode of my cunt. In my own mouth, dessert was the continuous cream Melanie was spewing in my face as I ate her pussy, both our twats foaming so uncontrollably that the section of the carpet on which we writhed was sure to still be a swamp in the morning.

We rolled and moaned, ate and sucked, devouring each other's pussies until we were blinded and stilled by exhaustion. At last we lay quiet again, my head resting on the pillow of Melanie's cunt, my cheek pressed against her wet pussy-lips. Her hand nestled between my thighs, one finger symbolically stuck inside my cunt, turning me on even in my aching semiconsciousness. Finally, the black curtain of sleep descended over me and I was out like a light, content that I had brought some happiness into this poor teenager's unfortunate life.

When I woke up naked on the floor, wallowing in a sticky pool of my own pussy-juice, Melanie was gone. I got up and hurriedly covered myself and looked frantically around the apartment for her.

But she was definitely gone. And the more I looked around the more I discovered that Melanie wasn't all that was gone. My wallet, my Sony portable color TV, my clock radio, my tape deck, my microwave oven, and my Crockpot were all missing, and my medicine cabinet was cleaned out.