Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

Lita Connoly and Sharon were still out. Nancy had no idea how long they had been gone. She lived only in the circling second hand of the clock.

Then the door burst open, and Buddy entered, grinning and blushing. He looked quickly down the halls. Seeing no one, he darted toward the room desk.

Nancy's dreams were answered. An erection like a flashlight stretched his pants.

Arriving, he clasped her hands and whispered, "Gee, I thought it would never get stiff again. But walking over here I felt it twitch and all of a sudden I was limping."

She wanted to drag him over the counter to her. But a spark of sanity remained.

She whispered, "Quick, go to the women's lounge. Lie down. Open your pants. I'll be there as soon as somebody takes the desk."

He squeezed her hands, then hurried off.

Nancy lifted her skirt and stroked her twat, grinding the heel of her hand on her bushy mound. Her fingers forked the slobbered lips.

The second hand made another tour.

She could endure the waiting now, clutching her pussy and watching the clock, reassured by the certainty that Buddy was near at hand, lying there in the dark, his cock standing up like a barber pole.

She heard voices.

Hurriedly she dropped her skirt. She raised her hands to her hair and patted it into place. Her fingers smelled of cunt.

Sharon and Lita came in the pool entrance. Lita flashed a smile at Nancy. Sharon was frowning. She looked pale. The two went to the front door. She heard the murmur of their voices. Sharon returned alone.

Nancy told her, "I have such a splitting headache. Would you take the desk for a while, Sharon? I'll swallow an aspirin and lie down for a half hour."

Sharon nodded absently.

She seemed upset about something, Nancy thought. Which was just fine. Sharon hardly seemed to notice Nancy hurrying out from behind the counter, ducking into the employees' lounge.

She paused at the door of the women's section to catch her breath. She was trembling with excitement. She could not erase the grin from her face.

She felt a warm trickle of cunt juice run down her leg.

Inside at last, she whispered, "Buddy?"

"Here."

He was behind a partition, lying on a bunk bed, his cock standing up like a pillar. She gazed at the rigid column and the giant pink head capping it. Involuntarily she thrust a hand between her thighs and squeezed her wet pussy.

She moved to him and curled her fingers about the stem, squeezing the bloated flesh. The head felt soft, compressible, like a half-inch of plush sheathing a bony core.

He pinned up at her.

Nancy's hand slid down the shank to his balls. She scooped them up. The loaded scrotum overflowed in her hand. The delicate pink skin was haired with blond fuzz. The fruits within wobbled as she played with the boy's fat sac.

Her impatience was gone. She had him now. Smiling, she bent to the giant cockhead and kissed the tip. She briefly licked the spongy point, then wetted her lips and placed a suckering little circle of lips on the split. She sucked strongly, as though trying to lift the cream right out of the tube.

He grunted, "Nancy, you really suck it right!" She smiled, then caught a tooth in the split and drew it open. She licked the fleck of white lubricant that spurted out, drew it into her mouth and tongued it about before swallowing.

He said, "Nancy, you make it rear up like it's going to shoot! But listen, I don't want you to get info trouble over this."

"Trouble?" she asked, mouthing his cockhead as she spoke.

"If you got caught. Suppose somebody saw you here when you're supposed to be working?"

Nancy could only smile. "Silly boy, I don't give a damn. Now be quiet while I suck your cock."

She wetted her lips again, then forced downward, mouthing the meaty head, stretching her jaw to clear the ridge. She forced downward. The fat pink stem now protruded from her lips. She wanted all of it. But she would take it in bit by bit. She sucked noisily, drew back, sucked another inch downward, retreated. She heard her mouth squish on it. For a moment her head bobbed through little arcs as she worked on an inch of stem. Then her throat was jammed full of cockhead and she paused to readjust, turning to take it sidewise. She could get no more. Several inches still remained outside her rolling, sucking lips.

Buddy cocked a leg up and rested his ankle on her shoulder. He whispered, "Nancy, does sucking make it bigger? It feels like a ball bat. Suppose it stayed hard all the time and I couldn't walk right, just bend over staggering?"

She smiled at the thought. She had to speak. Reluctantly she raised off the succulent prick, licking the head before surrendering it. Then she rubbed the saliva-wet organ against her cheek.

"Buddy, I want to think of you that way, eternally hard, bent over in order to walk."

He chuckled.

"Don't laugh, Buddy. I'm so crazy for it that I think that way. Really, if I close my eyes I see only your fat pink cock."

He grinned and tousled her hair.

Nancy unzipped her dress and stripped it off. She climbed onto the bunk and straddled him.

He said, "Hey, you didn't take off your bra."

"There's no time for that." She squatted on the knob of the upstanding cock looking under herself, she moved her black-haired twat into position. No hands. She should know her way to it by now. She lowered and saw the pink head disappear behind her pubic bush. She felt the plush-sheathed end wedge into her hole. Wriggling, slowly rotating her hips, she sank down on it.

"Buddy! Oh, Buddy!"

It curved up into her split, sliding as though oiled. In a second the plushy head was deep inside her. The whole salami filled and then stretched her cavernous cuntal pocket.

She was coming already.

She slammed her open gash down on his loins.

"Buddy! I'm coming. Coming!"

He grabbed her bra-hardened tits and tried to tear the bra away. He cried, "I want to see your tits flop around!"

"Tear it off!" Her hips jerked at jackhammer speed. On each slam the enormous cock reared up and stabbed her. She thought, Oh, God, it'll burst through my belly! "Oh, what fucking!" she screeched, "I'm coming! My cunt is squirting, it's going to gush. Gush! Argghhh! Buddy, fuck me!"

His fingers hooked into her bra. He wrenched it down and her big breasts spilled out. They flogged about as her whole body wrenched and surged though a brutal, ass-ripping cum. Buddy held her tits and she felt his fingers dig into the meaty flesh, and pull at the nipples swollen out as hard as little cocks about to shoot off. He raised up and tried to suck her tits, but she was thrashing wildly, jerking her breasts from his hands, flinging back and sitting straight up, rotating on the cock that formed the core of her being.

"Buddy, my cunt is going. My cunt! Going! Oh, my God, Buddy, I'm coming on your cock!"

Suddenly the whole thing broke. Everything inside her spilled out.

She flopped down on him, weeping and laughing as her body surged through an orgasm that wrung her dry and dead. She felt like jelly spreading out on the hot body of her lover.

When Nancy came to, she became aware of his hard meat still hooked up into her cuntal cavity. Her first conscious effort was an attempt to squeeze her vaginal sphincter on the curved stalk.

She failed.

Next she felt a pressure between her pubes and his cock, a bloated, uncomfortable feeling.

Her bladder was about to burst.

She whispered feebly, "I have to go pee." Having proven that she now had the power of speech, she roused the strength to kiss his cheek, then screw her tonguetip into his ear. She mouthed it, saying, "I'll have to get up, but I don't feel able."

"Want help?"

"Uh-huh."

He rolled her off him and slid her to the floor. She balanced on her feet. Buddy was sitting up now.