Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

Nancy was nothing. Nancy was just a cunt to shove it into when he could not have his sister.

His second blast was harder to expel, as though stuck in the constricting tube.

"Oh, fuck me, honey!" Sharon sobbed, wrenching her cunt, knotting it on his cock and stripping him out.

He blew off, twice, and yet again into her undulating hole. Then he collapsed, flopping down heavily on her.

He was still panting when she whispered, "Just us, Buddy. Just us against the whole fucking world."

Too exhausted to speak, he nodded agreement.

That evening Sharon arrived at the motel in a pensive mood.

Nancy greeted her from behind the room desk. Absorbed in her thoughts, Sharon was slow to notice the loudness of Nancy's voice, the high color of her cheeks, the unnatural brightness in her dark eyes. Clearly she was bursting with the desire to tell someone how Buddy's big cock had awakened her sensuality.

Sharon could not let her spill it. Nancy must remain unaware that she knew, until the trap was sprung.

She said, "Nancy, you look terribly pretty tonight."

"I had a good sleep today."

Sharon knew that she was about to giggle at her own lie. She rounded the counter and glanced at the key niches. Four vacancies.

She asked, "Any quickies?"

Nancy, smiling to herself, did not seem to hear.

Sharon sat at the desk. She found the quickie list, a stack of disordered early-call memos, and a stack of bills to be sorted.

She stared at the paperwork. It was all a blur. Today had been too much, starting with her lesbian venture, then watching Buddy fuck Nancy before he got to her.

Her plan to disgrace Nancy and grab her job seemed fuzzy now, outside of her immediate concerns.

She heard Harve's voice.

Her fellow assistant-manager appeared at the counter. A limp hank of hair dangled down his forehead. He was grinning. He held a room key in his hand.

He said, "Sharon, come help me make up the bed in number nineteen. I just got rid of a pair of quickies."

She knew what he wanted and said, "I have to sort these papers."

He said, "You haven't made a patrol yet. I want to show you how things are. There's another booze party."

"Later."

Looking pouty, he turned away and left by the pool exit.

Sharon saw that Nancy, standing at the counter facing away from her, chin on her fists, elbows on the counter, was deep in her own thoughts.

The way the girl's shoulders were hunched raised her short dress. Seated low, Sharon could see under Nancy's skirt. She wore no panties. Her plump white buttocks showed. A fringe of black hair delineated her asscrack.

Nancy without panties. She had really turned on to Buddy. Doubtless, she intended wasting no time removing her clothes when he came tonight. She would plop down, her legs spread, ready for Buddy to shove his cock into a cunt that she had said this afternoon was too big to be filled by any organ except his.

Studying the revealed lower halves of the girl's buttocks, Sharon felt a stirring in her belly. God, she thought, I've really done a flip into lesbianism! I could kneel down behind her and nibble those fat white asscheeks, and lick her sleek thighs, and spread them and tongue up between right now!

Sharon squeezed her pussy. The mere touch of her fingers started her twat to fluttering.

This was no place to sort out her thoughts, not while staring at Nancy's luscious behind.

The girl's legs shifted. She raised her left foot to the lowest counter shelf. Sharon could see the hair-cloaked curve of her split. The lip hair glistened with vaginal dew.

Sharon forced her gaze to the paperwork on the desk.

Fortunately, Nancy was fidgety and could not remain long in one place. She strolled out to the pool, leaving Sharon in charge.

That was when Tom Thornton phoned.

She had not thought of the car salesman since the morning he'd left her off at Lita's house.

He said, "Listen, beautiful. It's arranged. Ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"What?"

"Our picnic. I've told the boss you're a client. I got his okay."

"All right," she said.

"What kind of sandwiches do you like?"

She frowned, trying to get with him. But he was too alien to her experiences of the day. He was too clean maybe.

She said, "I'll get something from the motel restaurant."

"Then I'll bring the beer. Tomorrow at ten, eh? Here at the Harris salesroom?"

She agreed. She hung, up the phone and went outside to look at the pool, where a few swimmers were frolicking about. She tried to visualize Tom. She had liked him this morning. But events had moved her far from his world. She felt dead on her feet.

She was like that until midnight, a zombie going through the motions of changing quickie beds, dodging Harve, then writing up the early call list while taking her turn at the switchboard.

She hoped that Bud would raise her spirits when he made his midnight inspection tour. His bawdy jokes had often lifted her from the dumps.

But at the stroke of twelve the street door opened and a slim golden, form entered with hair like sunshine and wearing a lemon-colored blouse and white slacks: Lita.

Sharon and Nancy were standing at the counter as the smiling woman came toward them.

She said, "Bud's night off." She slipped a glance at Sharon. Her eyes twinkled. She told Nancy, "I'll make a tour of the units. Maybe Sharon would help me. Sharon?"

Sharon swallowed a hot lump that felt like her bean. Her legs were rubbery as she followed Lita out the pool exit.

There were no swimmers now. Lita walked the tile strip between pool and lawn through the lighted section to the dark end. There a twisted old pepper tree had been preserved during landscaping. She entered its concealing shade. She stopped, turning her back to the trunk, then smiled invitingly, arms outstretched.

Trembling, Sharon moved into her embrace and collapsed against her. She felt the softness of Lita's breasts and belly through their clothes. She wound her arms around the girl's neck.

"Sharon darling, why so frantic?"

"I'm terribly upset. Because, Lita, I loved every moment. But it was my first time!"

The other caressed her back, whispering, "I didn't realize that, baby. You were so passionate. You fooled me. Well, let's cool off for a moment. Here, have a cigarette."

She turned Sharon aside against a low tree limb, and produced a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. The white pants glowed in the night. The material was flesh-tight, compressing her midsection. Despite the poor light, Sharon could see the protruding curved triangle of her pussy. Even the split line showed.

She accepted the cigarette with shaking fingers. Lita lighted them, and then looked out through the lacy veil of pepper leaves at the motel lights.

She said, "Tell me about Nancy. And the boy, what's his name, Harve?"

"What about them?"

"Are they good workers? Steadfast? Nose to the grindstone?"

Sharon was staring at Lita's crotch. She answered absently, "Nancy works hard."

"But you're a better employee than Harve?"

"I think so."

Thoughtful now, Lita slipped an arm around Sharon's waist, then lightly caressed the plump globes of her ass.

She said, "I can't make Bud do anything he considers poor business. But within that framework, darling, well, you can't afford to buy the white sports car on your present salary."

"No."

"Not even if I were to loan you the down payment. Therefore, Nancy has to go."

This pronouncement barely entered Sharon's consciousness. She was eyeing the pale sheen of Lita's hair, the long dark lashes shadowing her eyes, her pouting little underlip. It was dewy with moisture. Her gaze fell to the tip-tilted breasts thrusting at her blouse. The nipples showed through, shaping the material to bumps about the form and size of raspberries. She stared at the tight white slacks cramping Lita's belly and hugging her curved mound.