Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

Lita asked, "Have you any idea how we can get rid of Nancy?"

Sharon was gazing at the other's zipper. Almost without knowing what she was doing, she reached for it and brushed her fingertips down the line of it to the in-curve of Lita's crotch.

Lita laughed; "Precious! Aren't you listening to my plans for your future?"

"No." Her fingers slipped under the material overlapping the zipper and followed the metallic linkage up to the tab. She thumb nailed it and slowly drew it down, exposing three inches of golden belly, then the waistband of Lita's panties. Opening it all the way, she pressed her fingertips into Lita's mound.

"Darling! Is pussy all you think of now? No time for cocks?"

Sharon was breathing hard. She did not answer.

"Sharon, cocks own the world. We have to cope with them too."

She tugged the panty crotch aside. The yellow mound hair expanded as it was released. She fingered into the curly, silky fur.

Lita said, "Please don't distract me. We have to talk about serious things."

Sharon could take no more. She burst into tears.

She flung into Lita's arms, squeezing her breasts against the other's, pressing her belly in, ramming Lita back against the tree trunk. Tears streamed down her face. Why? Why was she cracking up? Because she had never dreamed of having a woman lover? A person willing to conspire to get her a promotion?

Lita had concluded that Nancy must go, by fair means or foul, thus relieving Sharon of guilt over her own intrigues.

Yet there was more. The discovery of her own lesbianism was like a concealed half of her abruptly exploding into view. It had not turned her off men. In fact, it was after sex with Lita that Buddy's fucking had given her the biggest, hottest orgasm of her life. She was still a man's woman.

She gasped, "Lita, I love you. I love you so much!"

Lita was kissing her cheek. Her hands wove about Sharon's back and hips, and caressed her ass.

"Sharon, you will have to prove it."

Sharon frowned, not understanding. "Prove it how?"

"I may make demands on you. I have plans."

"Like?"

"No, no. I can't tell you now. I'm building castles in the sky for us to live in. Let it go at that."

"Whatever you say." Sharon tried to picture a castle in the sky. But the heat of Lita's body distracted her. She kissed her, her yawning mouth sucking the other's, drawing Lita's sweet tongue out of hiding. She licked the succulent morsel and took it down the trough of her tongue. She turned her head to force herself closer. She felt turned on as though the tongue she was licking were a cock. She began rubbing her hands harshly about Lita's neck, then down her body to her hips. She tugged them and ground her pubes on Lita's mound.

They at last parted. Sharon thrust her hands up under Lita's blouse and seized her tits, digging her fingers into the swollen flesh and chafing her palms on stiff, rubbery nipples, while feeling Lita's mouth sucker onto her throat.

"Sharon, honey! Be gentle, darling."

"I want to lap your twat," Sharon rasped. "Right now!"

"Baby, we'll find a room. Not here! Let's go see if some quickies are leaving!"

"I can't wait!" Sharon unhooked the waistband of Lita's slacks and jerked them down, stretching them over the flare of her hips, down her thighs. She dropped to her knees between Lita's feet and faced her crotch. She peeled down the panties. When the first blonde mound hairs appeared she leaned close and kissed them.

The smell of cunt was strong. Her heart pounded.

Lita whispered, "Sweetie, do you really want to? This is a risky place. If someone happened to pass by…" Sharon looked up Lita's body. The blouse was hung up on her nipples. Her tits gleamed. Lita's shadowed face was turned down. Her gaze was tender but her brow creased with concern.

Sharon lowered the panties to Lita's knees. She pressed a kiss into the split of her hairy cuntlips.

"Sharon, we can't let ourselves go this way. I have plans for you, big plans."

"I want to lick your slit," Sharon murmured, tonguing the lips apart.

"Honey, that feels so good! But you must agree."

"Anything. If I can lick your cunt."

"Come to my house this afternoon, prepared for whatever happens."

"All right." Sharon mouthed a hairy outer lip, nibbled, tugged it aside. She tongued the clit hood; then the rosebud itself. Lita gasped. Her hips wrenched. Sharon seized the girl's asscheeks and held her firmly in place while swabbing her tongue down the slobbering trough of her cunt. She sucked each slippery inner lip before arriving at her goal, the oozing mouth of her snatch. Twisting down under her, she shot her tongue straight up and laved the walls of the pulsing tube. She drank the juices, her throat working as the delicious fluids seeped into it.

"Honey," Lita gasped. "Your tongue…" Lita was lowering, her legs bowing put, her twat spreading until steaming flesh pressed Sharon's cheeks.

She fingered the girl's ass, found her anus, and slid a finger into the soft little pucker.

Lita moaned loudly. She closed her hands on the back of Sharon's head and tugged her in closer. She began jerking, fucking Sharon's tongue.

Sharon entered a delirious phase. Holding on with one hand, the index finger skewering her lover's asshole, she dropped the other hand to her own spread legs, under her skirt, into her panties.

Lita moaned, "Honey, I'm starting to come! But it's not fair, you're not getting any."

Sharon quit tonguing long enough to gasp, "I'm masturbating."

She slid two fingers into her hole and thumbed her clit, then returned to the cunt she adored, rubbing her nose on the swollen clitoral bump, and licking into the oozing hole.

"Sharon, I'm into it! My cunt is inside out! Suck it hard, honey. Suck my cunt!"

Sharon burrowed deeper into the convulsing flesh. Lita's thighs vised on her ears as her hips wagged and rotated. Her back arched, crushing her split into Sharon's face.

Sharon's own belly was roaring. Eruptions piled on top of each other. She jerked her hips, driving her twat at the fingers impaling it, crushing her clitoris on the savagely grinding thumb.

Lita cried, "Your tongue. Your tongue! It's like a cock in my hole, honey!"

Sharon felt cunt juice run down her chin to her throat. Even her titties seemed wetted by it.

Shrieking into the gaping hole in which her tongue flagged, she exploded through a cum that wrenched her to the toes. Lita's thighs were crushing her head, but still she licked and sucked. Each flow of juice she swallowed seemed to start a new eruption.

Even after they had both come, she lapped and sucked Lita's cunt.

While Sharon and Lita were out, Nancy watched the clock over the lobby entrance.

Her gaze followed the sweep of the second hand. After each completed circle she sighed with relief. Another minute had passed, bringing her sixty seconds closer to the moment when Buddy would appear in the doorway, blushing, grinning awkwardly, a foot of thick cock stretching his pants.

Yes, he would arrive bearing a throbbing erection to fill the gaping wetness of Nancy's cunt.

Leaning on the counter, she slid a hand down under her skirt and felt her soggy pussylips. They had been open and wet since this afternoon. She had bathed and douched her cunt, but within five minutes her panties had been wet again. She had then shucked them down to expose her slobbering twat to the drying air.

The second hand completed another circuit.

She remembered her divorce lawyer's advice.

Don't even be seen near another man, any man! It could bust your chances for alimony!

Alimony was only money. This afternoon she had three times milked Buddy's spurting cock, each time coming so hard that she had passed out.