Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

He groaned, saying, "Nancy, your sucking is so slick and oily, you'll make it grow out like a ball bat."

Her head bobbed up and down. Her drying hair tumbled darkly on his loins. One hand left his balls and fisted the stem, squeezing and jerking him off in rhythm with the movement of her head. She aroused him to such a point of sensitivity that even the silkiness of her hair trailing across his belly made him jerk with excitement.

He choked. "Nancy, stop. Save it. I want to fuck you!"

She paused. Slowly she relinquished the swollen organ, still licking it as though it were a candy cane.

Nibbling the tip, she gasped, "I'm so glad – that you want – to fuck me. If I were a girl… But I'm not, Buddy. Do you really want to fuck me?"

"Yes!"

She got up and kissed him, then abruptly rose to her feet and moved into the darkness at the end of the room. He saw her bend over, peeling down her panties. Then he heard the bedsprings creak.

He rose and walked toward her, feeling the iron heaviness of his cock wag from side to side. He felt like all prick, a trembling human shape with everything out in front, hot and pulsing, a third leg swaying, his whole body working to propel the yard of swollen lust that the rest of him had been created to bear.

She had made a man of him, he thought. He saw her now, lying on the lower bunk, a graceful white shape forked at the middle. Her legs spread from a dark muff, a sprawl of twat hair as big as a hat. She was smiling and her moist eyes gleamed darkly. As he stood over her she widened the spread of her legs and cocked one up. A pale hand stole down to her crotch and patted it.

"Here, Buddy. My mound will cushion your thighs. And I have space enough inside for even your big cock."

He crawled onto the bed between her legs. As he advanced she widened the spread and drew her knees back. He saw her gash open, a glistening red oval pointed at the ends, crowded by the lush, dark tangle of twat hair. Over her, he butted blindly, poking his cockhead into silky hair. On the third try he buried it in her slippery, steaming hole.

He held back, remembering how difficult it had been to wedge into Sharon's twat.

But Nancy's legs went about his waist, crushing him to her. His cock slid deeper into her oily hole.

"Push it in, Buddy! I have a big cunt! You won't hurt me!"

Her inner musculature played squishily on the knob of his cock. He groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into her sloshy split. Was it big? No. Simply a tube shaped and sized to receive his salami. In now, his loins slipping on the juicy hair of her outer labia, he gave a sigh of relief. It had been easy.

He pressed down to her and nuzzled her cheek.

She arched up, her legs knotting together behind him. Her hips jerked rapidly.

She whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Buddy, my cunt is exploding. I'm coming. Don't you come. Oh please, darling, can I come on your cock? Now?"

He felt the hard milking of her twat, squeezing and kneading his prong. He heard it squishing loudly.

She shrilled, "Just hold still, all the way in me, all that cock inside. Let me come, please let me come!"

"Come, baby," he gasped.

Her head thrashed from side to side. Her rotating hips whacked her up against him hard, and then she shrieked. "There, Buddy! My cunt is going wild!"

The bedsprings crashed once more, then Nancy's body stiffened while her twat gushed and fell open. Buddy's prick was swimming in new juice.

Her cry was a long "Ohhh!" It seemed to gut her, for she fell back, dripping sweat.

Buddy waited while she panted, trying to regain her strength.

Soon she raised and nibbled his ear, whispering, "Oh, what a fat, gushing orgasm, Buddy! Like my whole belly bloated, then broke, punctured by your lovely cock. Do you want to fuck me now, long and rough?"

"But are you ready? I mean, you just came."

"I'm still coming a little. And I won't stop. Give me more, Buddy."

He began to hump at her steaming split. She rose to meet his thrusts, twisting herself when she was full, clenching her inner cavern on it. The whole thing was easier than with Sharon because of her big hole, and he pumped lazily, grunting with joy each time he swished into her sucking twat.

Then his balls slapped hard on her upturned ass and he felt the jolt, the fire in them, and the terrific hardening of his cock.

"I'm going – to – come!" he gasped.

She bit his throat, his ear, and her hands clawed at his back. Her clenching thighs became a vise.

She seemed between laughter and tears when she panted, "Fuck me hard, Buddy!"

He moaned on each thrust. He felt her cunt shrink down to Sharon's size and massage his length, a sloppy hole, yet firm, straight, stretching each time he thrust down into it. Then the fire in his balls exploded.

She shrieked, "You're coming, darling! Shoot it into me!"

The bedsprings crashed as he banged away. His cock grew so long and hot that all strength was drained from the rest of his body. He was trembling all over, but his cock drove on and then the juice roared out of it, blasting into her.

He howled out his release. The whole works went, all his insides, splashing into the rolling steaminess of her hole.

Still she clung with arms and legs, with teeth fastened on his chin. She clung, still surging and milking the last drop from him.

At last she sagged down, panting loudly. Buddy slumped in her arms, feeling empty, drained, exhausted.

He seemed to fall asleep in her softening embrace.

Sharon drummed her fingers impatiently on the counter top.

Buddy and Nancy had been gone for an hour. Harve was not around. She dared not leave the room desk, yet she was on pins and needles, dying of curiosity. She had to find out.

The employees' lounge was the likeliest place for them to be. She hurried to it and crept into the central section.

Both doors were closed. She listened at the women's door. She heard faint sounds. Fisting the knob carefully, she turned it and opened the door a crack.

It was dark inside. She heard, "Buddy, your cock is so huge! Oh, honey!"

Sharon almost laughed. It had worked. That was Nancy's voice, and bedsprings were crunching loudly. If Bud were to arrive now and catch Nancy fucking on duty… Yes, that would do it.

But Sharon frowned, thinking of Buddy's luscious, fat, pink cock buried in Nancy's cunt, a cock that today had driven her into an orgasmic frenzy.

She heard Buddy say, "Your cunt is the best I ever got into!"

Sharon gritted her teeth. She was burning with jealousy. She closed the door and turned to the men's section. She entered. Harve was asleep there. She shook his leg.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

She said, "You prick, making me do all the work! Get out there and take the desk while I make a tour."

She hustled him out to the desk. Thinking rapidly now, she snatched a quickie key from a niche and dropped it into her dress pocket. It had been returned only a few minutes ago. Harve would think the unit was still in action.

She returned to the men's section of the lounge. Buddy's clothes were there. He would have to come for them. Leaving the door ajar, she waited.

Soon the facing door opened and Nancy slipped out, dressed, trying to smooth her tousled hair.

She paused and whispered back inside, "Buddy, get dressed and leave the motel by the back way. I'll tell Sharon you left an hour ago. Understand?"

Then the girl left.

Sharon gathered up her brother's clothes and waited. In a moment she heard his bare feet pad toward her. She slipped out the door, placing a finger against her lips to indicate silence. She jerked her head toward the pool exit.

Buddy, wearing Harve's slingshot bathing suit, followed her.

She led him down the row of units to the one the quickie couple had vacated. She unlocked it, let him in, and made sure the blinds were down before she turned on the light.