Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

She had already decided on a course of her own. She wanted to feel Bud's cock. While Lita spoke she was reaching for it. She clasped the knob. Rather, she closed her hand on one side of the flared head. She could not have encompassed the entire bulb, even using both hands.

She then obeyed Lita's command. The girl had cocked up a leg, and Sharon bent down to her bloated, yellow-haired cuntlips. She licked the coral gash and sucked loudly. Then she curled her lips about the clit and tugged at it.

Lita moaned and squirmed about.

The size of the clit seemed to vary. Sharon realized, however, that she controlled its dimensions, and by desiring it to grow she found that the elusive, slippery pink thing could fill her mouth with pulsing flesh. She rose up, intending to tell them of her experience.

Bud said, "Say, you do go down like honey, Sharon. Watching you suck cunt makes my pecker jump like a hound dog shot in the ass."

As Sharon straightened she saw Lita lean forward to Bud's prodigious cock. She fisted it in both hands and licked a blob of white drip from the split. Then her lips gaped and she pressed in, filling her mouth with the immense cockhead.

A moment ago Sharon's hand had failed to cover more than a small part of the flaring head.

Now, Lita was sucking the whole thing, her cheeks drawn in to its shape.

Quickly she lipped off it, saying, "Sharon, darling, it's your turn."

Sharon extended her hands to the monstrosity. It was like gasping a living fence post. And yet, as she licked and nibbled the split in the end, she found that she could stretch her lips aver the cockhead, mouth it and quite easily gulp the delicious morsel.

Bud grunted, "Now, that's what I call sucking cock! You should take lessons from Sharon, Lita. Honey, let's go in on the big bed so you can lap Sharon's cunt while she blows me… Okay?"

They moved. Sharon surrendered his prong and the three walked. Rather, she moved on clouds that seemed to have no bottom, which tanged her feet, tripping her. Someone supported her. They went through doorways.

She faced a giant bed, a playing field, a tennis-court-sized mattress.

Soon she was in the middle of it. She fisted Bud's cock. With her free hand she tried to gather up his immense balls.

She spread her legs wide to let Lita's soft mouth wash up and down her cunt.

She bent Bud's cock to her mouth, licking the fresh emission of white goo from the glans.

He said, "Honey, I never had a cock sucked so good. But let's see if you get the picture straight. I'm a rich man. I'll give you that little old white car. Hell, it won't cost me much. I own a piece of Harris Motors, so I can buy it wholesale. Then, you can have all the clothes you want from the Boutique. You can even live here with us. There's a little suite, a bedroom and sitting room with its own bath. You can have that. And, while I'm working at the motel, you and Lita can lick cunt all you want. Fact is, I want you to. It makes me feel good."

Sharon was trying to sucker onto his cockhead.

He pushed her back. "Wait, honey. You got to understand. You won't be allowed to even look at any other guy. Or girl. You have only one cock, mine. And one cunt, Lita's. Understand?"

"Yes. Can I suck it now?"

He grinned. "Why, that's the best idea I've heard in a month of Sundays!"

Sharon gobbled at the big knob. She yanked it to her, squirmed, impaling her mouth on it. The head lodged in her throat.

Lita was mouthing her cunt lips. The girl's tongue separated the hairy gates and washed her clit.

Sharon saw Bud twist about and grasp his wife's legs. Spreading them, he thrust his head between.

His thick tongue lashed out at her gash.

Sharon felt the whole triangle come alive, as though a current were circulating through them.

She was coming, hips jerking, thighs clamping on Lita's head. The orgasm peaked, burst, and another started before it had a chance to ebb away.

She sucked loudly, her head bobbing up and down. She expelled the head to study its enormous flare, to measure the size of her licking tongue in reference to it. She kissed down the blue vein at the side, raised his scrotum, and gently tucked a ball into her mouth.

She had forgiven Lita for drugging her. Why not? She had everything now, all the orgasms she could ever want. They were waiting in line, one after another, springing to life in her bowels.

She would have her car and a luxurious suite here in the Connoly home and the use of the pool for swimming naked with Lita.

In the back of her mind lurked the memory of Tom Thornton. She would have to give him up. Well, she wasn't his kind of girl. She was a whore. Exactly. A whore made to fit a triangle, a permanent husband-wife-whore arrangement.

Bud said, "Lita, your cunt never tasted so good. It's just like honey!"

"If you think it's good, you should try it."

"I will, honey. I'll do that. We have loads of time before Sharon goes to work at eight o'clock as the new night manager. But right now I'd like to fuck a little. You know how I like it best. Two asses side by side."

Sharon felt the chain break. They both moved from her. She lay panting. At last they lifted her. She found herself on her knees beside Lita. Bud was behind them.

He said, "I'll give you each three jabs, then shift."

His hands gripped Sharon's asscheeks and spread them. An enormous blunt object pressed at her snatch. She braced on her forearms and shoved back. The monstrous cock slid into her, skewering her to the very depths of her hole. She choked. It was too big, splitting her in half.

He drew out. The return was easier, noisy as her cunt sucked at it, sloshing and squirting on the overload of cock meat.

When he withdrew she shrieked. Her cunt gaped, pulsed. She thrust backward to fill her slit. The rampant cock plunged in and she came explosively, wrenching about, thrashing her ass and butting it against him.

It was gone again.

She looked frantically back over her shoulder. She saw Bud move from her and wedge the huge cock into his wife's cunt.

Lita seized Sharon's arm, then bit her neck, moaning with passion as Bud rammed it in.

Lita cried, "Bud, you're making me come so hard, darling! Oh, please fuck me more than just three strokes. Please?"

"Honey, it's Sharon's turn now."

Again Sharon was filled by the massive club. She threw her arms about Lita and clung to her, sucking the back of her neck.

Then Lita collapsed. She slid down under Sharon and suckered her mouth onto a hanging breast, trying to swallow the nipple.

Bud chuckled, "Well, all right, honey. I'll fuck Sharon's cunt for a while. My, you're pretty excited today, aren't you?"

Lita tongued Sharon's breast out of her mouth long enough to say, "Bud, I love you so! Why don't you shove a finger into my cunt while you fuck Sharon?"

Then she gulped in a mouthful of tit.

Sharon was peaking again, crying out, "Ahhh! It's so good, Bud, drive it into my cunt!"

"I was thinking of trying out your other hole, honey," he said.

"Anything!" she cried.

Nightmare was not the word for it. Fantastic, yes. An unbelievable journey through a sea of boiling flesh.

Sharon even got an orgasm from being buggered. By then she had noticed the mirrors on the walls. She saw Bud spread her white buttocks and force his dripping cock into her asshole. It hurt as the giant head stretched her ass, but when it was inside she started coming again.

Lita's head was between her legs. Sharon lowered to let the girl lap her cunt while her husband reamed her asshole.

The next she remembered was somewhat later, she and Lita doing a sixty-nine, lapping cunt while Bud, resting, sat in a chair sipping a drink and smiling broadly as he watched them.