Polly Prudence - Sharing Lovers

Tamra's pretty white ass bounced like a rubber ball; the slap of their cunts together, the shake of the bed, their cries of mounting pleasure, started Susi's orgasm. Ohhhh, it was commmmming real gooood! So deep and quivery! Love that sliding prick! She cried out sharply as the blades of delight shot from her clitoris; her inner cunt was fluttering and tightening!

The last time her aunt Nora had visited her in Reno, Nora had laughingly asked Susi if she could clench her cunt yet. Susi had not even heard of it. Well, Nora had gone on to explain that this was why so many white guys liked colored girls; they could clamp their cunts. They were more active and abandoned. So many white girls figured that just having a pussy was enough.

"When you go -off and your whole pelvis churns around, you. know you're having a real orgasm, honey," Nora had said. She rolled her eyes expressively. "You're half-colored. You'll get the hang of it if you keep fooling around with yourself and find a real experienced stud!"

Well, her pelvis wasn't actually jumping around, but she was having a real goodie come-shot!

"Come off up in my cunt, baby!" Tamra cried, going into her fast hunches.

Lana bucked furiously upward; her long olive legs quivered, she uttered a deep, wild moan and then they were threshing and pounding their cunts together! Susi whipped the dildo to her gasping, quaking finish; she topped out and felt the sweet, quick throbs of her funnnnn!' She was having number two! Watching the two girls fuck, having a sliding cock in her cunny, a hand holding a tittie, the entire threesome scene… it was just too utterly delightful!

Her vagina tightened again in luscious cadence, the after-thrills even better than the first ones. Her anus puckered as if it had a finger in it! Ohhhhh, wow! Her whole bod was awakening to a new kind of responsiveness. She stroked the prick slower, savoring the last twinges of cunt relief, watching as the girls on the bed finished their busy, grinding fuck.

Tamra raised her mouth from one of Lana's swollen tit-peaks and gazed over at Susi.

"Not bad, huh?" Tamra giggled.

"Ohhh, jeeeeesus-it's what been needing, honey."

"Oh, I like your apartment, Carl," Mari Lansing smiled, trembling with pleasure. This date with Carl Manders was the culmination of nearly a whole day of careful preparation, starting that morning when she had fixed herself up and visited his big insurance office. His pretty receptionist had mistaken her for Tamra, and right then Mari had decided against any trickery with Carl.

He had invited her into his office, and just being in the same room with him, the door closed, had tingled her clitoris. He had been fascinated by her looks, and in her explanation about she and her sister trading lives. That she was an heiress did not bug him one bit.

"I knew you weren't Tamra that night I saw you with Don Strong in The Skipper," Carl had grinned. "I don't mind saying you're fresher and sexier."

"I love compliments!" she had answered. The way his eyes feasted on her revealingly-frocked body had given her a big, hot thrill.

Now, it was all coming together!

Earlier in the evening he had taken Mari, Karyn and her date, to the Top of the Mark for dinner and dancing. He had shown a definite interest in Karyn, in spite of her being with another guy, but he had concentrated his attentions on Mari. Later, Karyn and her date had split, and had headed for Mari's apartment, and now she was alone with the most rugged, appealing man she had ever laid eyes on. She was sure he wanted to fuck her!

Carl Manders locked his apartment door, turned and slipped his left arm around Mari's slender waist. His cock was already rising, juice was leaking from the knob, his nuts ached sweetly. He had been aware of Tamra and her wealth for a long time; he had called her a few times on insurance matters, and she had not sounded interested. She was known to prefer girls.

This beautiful sister was something else. In her black cocktail frock, shoulders and back completely bare, the bodice consisting of two cleverly designed halves tied at the throat and barely concealing her stand-out breasts, she was enough to give a wooden Indian a hard-on. Sonofabitch! Her blonde mane, thick and wavy, reached her shoulders, her mouth was a bright carmine, her features were model-perfect, the slight pout of her lips saying loudly how sensual she was.

At forty, with much experience behind him, including a half-nymphet wife he had recently dumped, he knew when a sexy chick wanted a fuck-and Mari was ready. He did not mind her boldness, coming into his office and asking to see him with the obvious intention of getting a date; these young liberated girls of her generation laid it right out.

Candy West, the lissome red-head he had been fucking lately, was hot in the clinches, but she was faking some of her passion. She wanted a wedding ring, and it would be a damned long time before he got sucked into another marriage. What pleased him about Mari was that she was not after his pocketbook; she had more accumulated wealth than he did. The blonde twins had been equally provided for; he had checked it out at the court house.

They both lived very well, but they were not squandering their money. It was all safely invested, making more money. Mari was after him because she liked Trim, and it did make one hell of a difference. Three curvy chicks in his office were willing to fuck any time he said the word, but the dollar signs in their eyes were all too apparent. He could get plenty of hot pussy without screwing his employees.

"Have fun tonight, Mari?" he murmured, tightening his arm, breathing the heady fragrance of her perfume mingled with the definite aroma of pussy.

"Oh, wonderful!" she smiled, turning and snuggling in. Dancing with her at The Mark had easily put them on a close-hug basis, but she was giving it the old "we're alone now, so you can fool around with me" accent. Yeahhhhhh. No matter how sure a man was of scoring, he knew a beautiful, intelligent girl loved the build-up preliminaries.

"You're a lot of young, vibrant girl, Mari," he said, the firm roundness of her ass under the silky frock sending terrific vibes to his crotch.

"I think you can handle the tiger in me, though," she giggled. She wet her full, red lips with a flirt of her tongue and snugged her crotch at his basket. He trembled, his prick stiffening up along his belly. He knew damn well she could feel it; there was nothing between them except his shorts and pants and her frock. He could detect no sign of even bikini panties, and she sure as hell wore no bra. The thought of her naked bod under that sexy frock tensed his cock.

"A she-wolf, huh?" he chuckled.

"Only when I see a guy I really like," she breathed, her mouth close enough for his tongue. She trembled, her beautiful hard titties in the velvety, black bodice nuged excitingly into his chest.

Mari was wild with anticipation. All the pre-play niceties had been observed: dinner by candle light, champagne and dancing to dreamy music, flirting with him in the shadowy corners, feeling the delicious virile strength of his arms and body, and the huge lump in his pants, envious glances at him from Karyn and every beautiful chick in the place.

Twice on trips to the rest room she had dabbed juice from her cunt, because her frock would be spoiled by the outline of any garment underneath it. Including panties. He was enough to make any eager girl start dripping!

Oh, I'm ready to fuck right now! she thought, shivering. And he knows it! My pussy is all poached out; my clit feels six inches long! I never met a man who excited my glands this much! I bet he's fucked that red-head here and I just hate her! Karyn got turned on dancing with him, too. She said she was going to give her a date a real balling! She said she'd give her left tit to be in on a threesome with him and me. Sweet shiiit!