Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

Sharon tiptoed through the dining room to the hall. The door of Buddy's room was ajar. She peered through the crack between door and jamb.

Buddy was on top, his ass to Sharon. Nancy's white legs were wrapped around his waist. He had raised up and was fucking her high. Sharon saw his scrotum fly up, baring his big pink cock as it slid into Nancy's cunt. His balls flopped down, swatting the white swells of her ass.

When Buddy's enormous, pink cock next pulled out, his balls fell to the side and Sharon could see the full curved length of prick, that pink, suckable man-meat, and the head that would choke any woman's hole.

She gazed at Nancy's big, livid cunt and at the wealth of dark, wet twat hair surrounding it. Sharon licked her parched lips. She wanted to mouth Nancy's cunt. Lita had really turned her on to the lesbian scene.

Despite her experiences of the day, Sharon was instantly hot. She raised her halter to her armpits and began kneading her breasts. Then, without unclasping the waist of her shorts, she unzipped the fly front and shoved a hand down inside her panties to the furry snatch that Lita had licked so many times. She probed her wet gash. Her clit was up again like a little prick, like Buddy's years ago when she used to bathe him. Was that why she had seduced him yesterday? Because his little peanut had been the first she ever held?

Nancy groaned, "Oh, Buddy, I can't get enough. Will you come to the motel tonight and fuck me again there? Please?"

"I'll be pooped. This is the third time I've banged you this afternoon."

"Buddy, if I promise to suck it, will you come to the motel? At about three in the morning? I'll suck it all the way, and drink your cum."

Sharon spread her legs and slid two fingers into her snatch. She panted as she watched Buddy's fat pink cock slide in and out. It looked a little soft now. She wished she could go down on it and suck it to renewed stiffness. And she would lick Nancy's hairy cunt too. Were such thoughts disloyal to Lita? She did love Lita, and the things they had shared, the pool, the chaise lounge for two, the labyrinth of hedges, the sex room where she had first tasted woman juice.

Buddy sighed and drew out of Nancy's cunt. His salami of a cock was not limp but it lacked its normal, rigid curve.

He said, "I'm kind of worn out. Do you want to suck it now?" He fell on his back. Nancy eagerly twisted down his body, seizing the softening member in her two hands.

She placed the pink cock between her tits, a dark-capped pair that Sharon guessed were as large as her own. She squeezed them in on it and rocked back and forth. Tiring of this sport, she raised the cock to her mouth and began licking the white goo from the glans.

Sharon could fairly taste it herself. She jammed her fingers deep into her cunt and thumbed her clit, bowing her legs and hipping into the thumb pressure. She had come many times today, but orgasmic pressure was building up again inside her.

Oh, it must taste good! It was a delicious thing, that softly sheathed, fat arrowhead!

Nancy jerked it off with one hand. Her other closed on Buddy's giant nuts.

Sharon could bear no more. It was Nancy, not she, who had a mouthful of cock.

Even the knowledge that Buddy would prove the ruination of Nancy's career as night manager did not let Sharon linger. She slipped away to her room and closed the door. She undressed and climbed into bed, her fist between her legs, two fingers in her hole.

Her cum was quiet, and, as juice dribbled out of her cunt, she fell asleep.

Buddy breathed in long, wrenching gasps. He was lying sprawled on his bed, watching Nancy suck his cock.

She rose up, baring the wet tool, lipping the head, her tongue and lips rolling about it. Then her mouth yawned and she plunged downward, her mouth an oval shaped to the thickness of his shank, her cheeks sucking in the cylindrical form.

In the dresser mirror he could see her cocked-up ass, two round white cheeks divided by cunt hair, the longest, darkest, most plentiful he had ever imagined. But the hair did not conceal her livid gash, a long, teardrop shape that convulsed as she sucked. The guys at military school would never believe this.

He was crazy about Nancy. Yet it had all happened so fast he felt he scarcely knew her. He had kept asking her questions about herself. All had been answered by wet kisses or grabs at his crotch. She sure was wild for his meat.

He whispered, "Nancy, do you like that?"

She looked up, her mouth lifting off his knob. The tip was still in her lips when she spoke.

"I love sucking it. Every time I go down sucking, my cunt squirts."

She squeezed his nuts; Buddy gasped. Her squeeze had triggered it solid, like a ball of fire, was rising from his balls.

Nancy cried, "You're coming!" She gulped his cock, taking the whole thing into her mouth and sucking frantically.

Buddy felt his hips jerk, fucking right into Nancy's throat, choking her on the thrusts of his big cockhead.

He groaned loudly as it blew. There was a jolt, a burning explosion. His whole body went stiff as a board, when he shot his load into her mouth.

The noise of her sucking was loud, a voracious slurping as she swallowed his cream.

Buddy sagged, sinking into the bed, feeling the last feeble spurts erupt from his prick, and the hungry suction of her mouth on the tip.

He awakened to find himself alone. Had it been a dream?

The sheet was sopping with cunt juice and cum. And on the table was a note. Darling, tonight at the motel. Any time. Love, N.

He sat up on the edge of the bed, shaking his head to clear it. He looked at the clock. Four. He had intended meeting a couple of guys at the beach to swim and maybe get acquainted with some chicks. It was too late now.

Where was Sharon?

He pushed up from the bed and went to her room. The door was shut. He fisted the knob and turned it slowly, opening the door without a creak.

Sharon lay on her bed asleep, naked.

He stared at his sister's rosy tits, sloping a bit to the sides, at the twat hair curling down her belly and bushing out between her spread thighs.

He felt his cock lift. He slipped into the room and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, studying her. She looked so peaceful and innocent. But she was not like that. She was tough, demanding. Everything she did was for a purpose. For instance, he knew she had turned him on to Nancy for reasons of her own.

Her eyes opened. "Buddy!"

"I was just sitting here, thinking."

She stretched, then reached behind herself and plumped the pillow, raising her head to see him better.

"Thinking what?" she asked.

"Why you turned me on to Nancy."

She smiled broadly. "It was an act of charity. She was so frustrated, a nervous wreck. And I hated the idea of you jerking off all the time. What's the matter, didn't you like fucking her?"

"It's the greatest. But…"

"But what?"

He did not know what. He was suspicious of Sharon's motives. He always was. He shrugged.

Sharon's hands moved to her breasts. She caressed them, rubbing her palms on the nipples and digging her fingers into the white flesh.

"Sharon, why're you doing that?"

"Because it feels good."

He sensed she was doing it to draw him off the subject of Nancy. He watched her knead those luscious, protruding white tits. Nancy had a great pair, but no girl's tits stuck out like Sharon's or had such huge circles drawn out to nipple points that made his mouth water.

As he, watched, her right hand vined down her belly and pressed her twat hair. She rubbed her mound. Then she jacked up her legs, spreading them, and drew back on her pubes, opening her cunt. He saw the glistening coral of her gash. She fingered into it and began to massage the little clit knob. Her glance swung to him, searching, her eyes narrowing.