Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

He said, "Your tits look funny, hanging out like that."

She saw that her bra was still fastened, but mostly empty. One breast was completely out, the other raised to half-mast by a web of bra hammock.

Giggling, she hooked the tit harness. Buddy leaned to her and mouthed a nipple. Sighing, she stood there and let him suck.

She still had to pee.

She was looking at his erect cock. It glistened with cunt juice.

She said, "Come with me. I'll suck your prick while I piss. Okay?"

He ginned. "You sure go all out, Nancy."

"I don't dare leave you for a minute. You might meet some other girl while my back is turned."

He followed her into the john, which was like a home powder room, furnished with a sink, mirror, and toilet.

She squatted on the seat, spreading her thighs to let him step in. She reached out for the pink shaft of his cock and in a moment was lipping the head, giving it little sucks and tongue lashes.

Her urine began hissing into the bowl.

She had meant to simply toy with the blunt tip of his cockhead, but in mouthing it she became aroused. She thrust forward, taking the whole head and a hand's length of stem into her oral cavity. Closing her eyes, she sucked the pulsing meat.

He said, "Some time you're going to suck the head of it right off."

Smiling, she gathered his nuts in her hands and pressed them to the stem as she sucked.

She had just finished peeing when she heard a voice.

It was a deeper voice than Buddy's, harsher. It stabbed splinters of icy fear into the depths of her belly. Nancy looked up from the pink cock protruding from her lips.

Harve.

He was standing there beside Buddy, hands on hips, a strand of lank hair dangling over one eye.

"Dear, sweet Nancy," he mocked. "Nancy, who wouldn't say cock if she had a mouthful."

She jerked back. The meaty prick reared out of her lips.

She came screamingly awake. She was squatting naked on the john, her thighs spread, the last drops of pee splashing in the bowl. She had been caught with a cock in her mouth. Instantly, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Buddy stood gaping at the intruder.

Harve told him, "In case you don't remember me, I'm Nancy's assistant. Sharon and I are her two helpers, underpaid, abused slobs who keep the ship afloat while Nancy blows cocks. Well, Nancy?"

She could hardly see him through the tears pooling in her eyes.

His hands moved. She heard the screech of a zipper. He thumbed a dark length out of his open fly.

"Nancy maybe you'd like to lick my candy cane?" She looked to Buddy for help. He had fallen back against the wall. His face, was crimson. How young he looked, how helpless! Harve was a few years older, old enough to have confidence in his ability to cow both of them. She choked, "Harve, I have to explain how frustrated I was…"

"Nancy, I'll level with you. I don't want to go tell Bud Connoly that you spend your working hours sucking cock. I'm not sneaky. I just want mine. I'll look forward to the night's work if I know that you'll blow me. Isn't that square enough?"

"Harve, I don't want…"

He stepped neater. "Don't say you don't like it until you've tried. Come on, lip my meat."

The long, slim, hard-looking cock was before her face. It lacked the girth of Buddy's, but there was a maturity about it, a hardness, and the head looked immense.

He poked it at her lips.

She tried to back away, but Harve knotted his fingers into her hair and forced her to it. She gritted her teeth.

"Eat it, you bitch!" he snarled.

She shot an imploring glance at Buddy.

Buddy was trying to squeeze back through the wall. His face was ashen now.

She smelled the male musk of Harve's pubic tuff. It made her gasp.

His cock jammed into her open mouth.

She had to. She let it force her teeth apart and slide up to her palate. She closed her lips and mouthed the stem. She shut her eyes and nerved herself up to sucking it. There was no choice.

Her lips rolled on the rigid shaft and she sucked at the bulging head inside her mouth, then laved it with her tongue.

Suddenly something broke inside her, like a wall crumbling. She hurriedly rebuilt the wall but found a hole in it, and through the hole Harve's cock poked into her. She was sucking it, hungrily, lovingly. Her hands moved as though detached from her being, up his thigh to his prick. She fisted the stem and slowly jerked it off. Her other hand dove into his pants and searched for his scrotum. When she found it she gurgled with joy. She fondled his nuts as she rhythmically sucked and jerked his cock.

Harve laughed. "You like that meat, don't you, Nancy?"

She nodded, sucking her cheeks in to the shape of the knob inside.

Harve said, "Buddy, we'll share the wealth. Your pecker looks kind of wilted. Let Nancy blow it up hard. You don't mind sucking two cocks, do you Nancy?"

Buddy, looking sheepish, came and stood beside Harve. Harve abruptly pushed her back off his cock. She tried to cling to it but it whipped out of her mouth as though oiled.

Buddy's prick had indeed gone soft. She closed her hand on it and kneaded it lovingly, then raised the dangling head to her lips. She licked it, nibbled it, then gulped and she had the whole thing, all of his lovely pink semi-hard prick.

She still held Harve's stem in her free hand. She jerked it off as she sucked Buddy.

Slowly Buddy's blood boiled into his prick and it rose, lengthening. The stem grew out of her lips.

When it was fully engorged she uncorked and turned to Harve's and sucked the head of his. She turned from one to the other then, holding a prick fisted in each hand.

Harve asked, "Want to try both at once?"

"They're too big," Nancy said.

But she tried it. The two guys moved together and jabbed in, stretching her mouth painfully. She managed to lick both of them, however, and taste the dollops of white lubricant issuing from the two pricks.

She gathered up a scrotum in each hand.

Harve said, "Hell, this is no good. All I can feel is tongue. No suction at all. Let's go into the other room. Buddy can fuck you while you give me a real, deep-down blow job."

He withdrew his cock and pushed Buddy away.

He gasped Nancy's arm and raised her from the john. She staggered after him. He found a straight chair and sat on it, directing Nancy to kneel between his legs.

She obeyed, dropping to the floor and resting her arms on Harve's spread thighs. She gazed at the cockhead before her, a dark, wide, mushroom shape. She leaned to it and licked the end. She opened her mouth to gulp it.

Harve knuckled her jaw aside.

"Wait," he said. "Buddy, you kneel down and shove it into her from behind. Use either hole, I don't give a shit which."

Buddy said, "Listen, I don't like this. Nancy is my girl."

Harve glared at him. "She's been my boss and has treated me like dirt. Now she gets hers. Both ends. I always knew she was a hot cunt, but she thought she was too good to fuck with me. Okay, she's turned on now and she's going to suck cock until her jaw falls off."

Buddy whimpered, "I don't want to. I mean…"

"You little yellow-haired asshole, I'll kick you through a wall if you don't do like I said!"

Buddy gave in. Soon Nancy felt the heat of his body behind her, his hands spreading her big asscheeks, then the familiar, beloved nudging in her cunt as his cockhead opened a path.

Her fingers writhed over Harve's cock. She lunged for it.

Again he knuckled her chin to the side.

He growled, "Wait until Buddy is into you. Shit, have you got a big ass! Your hams look like two oversized basketballs. I thought Sharon had a big rump, but, baby, you have one as wide as a barn door."

Buddy said, "Don't talk about my sister!"

"Hell. I'll talk all I want. I fuck your sister every night. And you shove your meat into this cunt so she can start sucking my prick. I want yours in first."