Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

The bedclothes were rumpled. A wet splotch stained the middle of the bed.

Buddy said, "Sharon, you wouldn't believe how Nancy turned on! She said she had a big cunt nobody had ever really filled before…"

"That's enough about her," Sharon snapped. She was eyeing his swimsuit pouch, stretched by bulging pink meat. She hated Nancy for having milked him out. He belonged to her.

She had to make him see Nancy as simply an easy fuck, to be used only when his sister indicated.

Sharon curled an arm behind her back, unzipped her dress and flicked off the bra hooks.

"Today you made my titties sore by sucking them too hard."

She turned toward him, dropping her dress and bra, and kneaded her bulbous, rosy tits. She saw a quirky movement in his bathing suit.

"Here, feel how hot my breasts are." She advanced on him and pressed them to his wide, plump, hairless chest.

"Are they hot because they're sore? Is that what happens?" She nuzzled his throat with wet kisses on it. She hugged him and swayed, rolling her meaty breasts on his chest.

Then she fingered down his belly into swimsuit, curling her fingers around the rising loop of his cock. Even soft it was such a luscious handful of meat.

He whispered, "Sit, you don't want to…"

"Yes. Right now. Lie down on the bed."

"But, Sis, I don't know if I can after banging Nancy…"

"I'll suck hard."

She dragged him to the bed. He dropped on it. She jerked the tiny swimsuit down to his thighs, baring that wide ruff of blond pubic hair, from which his cock rose and hung in a half-hard arc. She fingered between his legs and scooped up his scrotum and squeezed his nuts.

Then she knelt over him, fisting his prick, and bent to it. She licked the big, soft head, then lipped it in, nibbling and sucking until she had the whole flab of meat in her mouth.

She felt a strange contentment. She loved her brother, and was jealous of any other woman who came near him. She had him now, his whole cock in her mouth. She slurped at it and soon it burgeoned, stiffening and growing out of her lips. She gazed at the thick prick slowly appearing, wet with her saliva.

She felt us hand slide under her skirt and tug at her panties.

She drew off his cock long enough to skin out of the nylon briefs. She knelt again and impaled her mouth on the growing prick. She sucked softly, drawing off the head on each pull.

He was fondling her pussylips. He said, "Move over this way. I want to get a good look at your cunt."

She knelt, following his guiding hand. At last she straddled him, legs wide apart, their bodies now in a sixty-nine position.

He said, "Your split is open. The lips are shaped in a sort of oval. How do they get that way?"

Licking a fleck of white stuff from his glans, she said, "Silly, they open the same way a cock hardens. I get excited and blood pumps into the two sets of lips, both the hairy ones outside and the slick ones inside, and into my clit. The clit lengthens like a cock but the lips force against themselves and this makes them open to form a ring."

"Your ring looks awful big. And wet."

He was stroking all about her twat. Her hips began to respond by surging liquidly.

He said, "Let me lick it."

She lowered herself and felt his tongue spear into her hole.

Groaning, she impaled her mouth on his cock and went all the way down, her nose against his scrotum. She rose and fell on it while his tongue washed about her cunt, between the inner and outer lips, under the clitoral hood, then swabbing her clit, which began firing waves of heat into her belly.

She lipped off his cock and rubbed the slippery loaf against her cheek. She raised a ball to her mouth and sucked it in while jerking his prick off.

It was rigid now, a thick, pink pillar. She tongued out the ball and licked from the stem up to the head, vining her tongue about it, kissing the tip, sucking that way, then yawning and swallowing it.

His hips were moving. He choked, "Sis, you'll make me come!"

"Then come, honey! And don't stop lapping my cunt."

She held the erect prick in both hands, lipping and kissing the head. His hips jerked and tossed. He was starting to fuck her mouth. She gave it long, slippery sucks, pulling off with each one, then shoving her gaping mouth down on it, licking all the way until the knob was buried in her throat.

His tongue felt like a belt of fire racing from her clit to her hole. She was coming, jerking her twat, spilling juice on his face.

Then he bucked and his cock became as hard as iron, leaping at her mouth. She cried out in joy. She felt the cream boil up out of his balls. The cock became so engorged that it strained her jaws.

It blew. Oh, did it blow, shooting a blast into her throat. She choked on it, raised off, and the second shot of white stuff splashed all over her eyes and cheeks and mouth.

Her cunt knitted up tight and then broke. She shrieked through the explosive orgasm as she again ate cock and took the third splash into her throat, drank it down, sucked hard, drawing out more.

Together they groaned through orgasm.

It was over. They slumped down, spent. But Sharon did not stop sucking that delicious cock.

Hot sunshine burned in the window of the employees' lounge as Sharon peeled off her uniform dress.

Her night's work was done. She would sunbathe by the pool for an hour, then go to Harris Motors and take up Tom Thornton's offer of a demonstrator ride in the little bomb.

While unhooking her bra she recalled the sixty-nine she and Buddy had done. Oh, he would learn the hottest cunt in town was his sister's, that Nancy was nothing to get excited over. She was simply there to be used for their purposes.

She hung the bra in her locker and kneaded her breasts, thinking, I have Nancy now. I need only arrange for Bud Connoly to catch her humping Buddy's prick during working hours.

She looked down at her titties and rolled them, tugging at the points. She often did this after removing a tight bra. It felt terribly good to restore her boobs to freedom after the smothering compression of clammy nylon. She wished she could linger, gloating over the night's victory while playing with her breasts, but she had no time to waste. She slipped out of her panties and put on a yellow bikini. The bra formed meager caps on her titties, and the bottom part was barely adequate to cover her pussy hair and ass crack. She tied the bra straps behind, but let the shoulder cords dangle.

She had one worry. If she busted Nancy, Bud might replace her with some older, experienced person from the day shift.

Sharon knew she needed extra leverage. There were two angles. The first – the apparently impossible – was to seduce Bud. As his mistress she would have it made. The alternative was his wife, Lita.

Lita's gaze seemed to eat right through Sharon's clothing.

But could she swing with the lesbian scene?

She went out to the pool, glancing about in search of either Bud or Lita.

Both were usually here at this hour, Lita to spend an hour or so overseeing the Beachwear Boutique, Bud to begin his long day's work. He came at seven and normally refreshed himself with a swim at about this time.

Neither was in sight, but plenty of guests, in the pool and in lounge chairs on the lawn, stared at Sharon's out thrust breasts, which wobbled and lurched because of the lack of support. Normally she enjoyed such attention. Today she simply dropped down on the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the water, wrapped up in her thoughts.

Nancy had told Buddy she had a big cunt and had never before been completely full of cock.

If Nancy were really turned on to him, maybe she could be maneuvered into fucking at midnight, when Bud made his regular inspection.