Atza Nice - Lovers at play

No, Warren felt nothing but Dawn's delicate hand drifting provocatively over the top of his bathing suit and his body lurched forward, his cock jerking hotly up into her expert fingers as they squeezed ever so gently at the underside of his cock beneath the skin-tight nylon fabric of his swimsuit. He didn't give the least thought to Tammy or Glen or anyone else as he reached down to hold Dawn's hand in his own, pushing the top of his bathing suit down so that her tremulous fingers touched the tip of his heavily throbbing prick beneath the pushed aside material. His subordinate's hand now lighted on the massiveness of his still growing hardness, squeezing tenderly and tentatively at first, then exploring the full elongated length of it and tracing with maddeningly light fingers the slightly upraised webbing of veins that pulsated at her prurient touch.

"Oh… oohhhhhhhh, yessssss," he whispered, with hoarse desire rasping in his voice. "Yes, touch my cock, stroke it, touch it," he continued, his passion-crazed voice flying into Tammy's ears as she still struggled silently to extricate herself from the lust-incited clutches of Glen Cooper, whose hands now searched hotly between the creamy smooth skin of her thighs.

"Oh yes," Warren's voice droned on, "touch my cock, touch me, squeeze me, wrap your fingers around it. Yes, just like that… ooooooooo!" Warren's ass now pushed back firmly against Tammy's own softly grinding asscheeks clad in the brief bikini. Warren's grinding loins were as disturbing to the young cleaning girl as Glen's unwanted caresses and so she pulled her body forward to escape, inadvertently pushing her hardened nipples into Glen's naked chest.

Again, the terrible realization that she was trapped helplessly between the two men rushed over her tortured mind and sent a shudder of impending doom through her. She could hear Warren's gasps of passion growing louder, mingled of course with the same gasping moans coming from his heatedly excited young salesgirl. Meanwhile, Glen's obscenely searching hands had reached up from their exploration of her creamy thighs to cup over both her hugely trembling titties and for a brief moment she once again considered trying to escape from the salacious trio. But it was no use. She was hopelessly wedged between Warren and Glen, and when she cocked her head to the side, she glimpsed Warren's bathing suit pulled down now to his knees and the heavily throbbing length of his massive cock lying nestled in the firm grasp of Dawn Peters, the redheaded salesgirl. She could see his fingers and hands, which had already pushed her skimpy bikini bra back up around her throat, now massaging the sensuously throbbing mounds of Dawn's tits just as Glen was doing to hers now.

Tammy's voluptuously rounded tits gently rose and fell on her rapidly heaving chest now and quivered violently in involuntary response to Glen's softly playing fingers. Slowly Tammy began to relax and enjoy the tremoring sensations of aroused desire that swept through her loins like wildfire. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her hips began swaying in a sensuous rhythm against Glen Cooper's eagerly heated loins.

The handsome store manager circled his expert thumbs around the tops of her dark berry-like nipples, sending wisps of static electric fire coursing over and inside her naked belly and thighs. Yes, she liked what he was doing to her now, enjoyed the growing rapture that was streaming through her veins although she knew in the back of her mind that the passionate groans beside her, plus the wine she had enjoyed earlier, had a lot to do with her irresistible arousal. She knew, too, that this surging need for cock was not directed at this particular person, Glen Cooper, but at any man whose huge hot cock could fulfill the aching void in her lust-wet cunt. The aroused young cleaning girl recalled how Dawn had licked her pussy before and how her own body had reacted with unrequited lust in return. And now she began to imagine that it was Dawn Peters and not Glen beside her, that Warren's hands were hotly massaging her softly quaking titties, that Dawn would plunge her hot, wet tongue deep into her hungry belly.

God, Tammy, stop it! You can't go on letting yourself get completely carried away like this. You're not a lesbian or a nympho; you just need fucking!

Glen Cooper now ground his face down into the hollow of Tammy's long, statuesque neck as his hands continued to fondle and tease at the voluptuously luscious mounds of her tits.

"Aaaaaaaauuuuuuggghhhhh!" she cried, now given up completely to the tremors of excited pleasure that shook her near naked, trembling young body at the searing touch of his wet tongue and the teasing caresses of his greedy hands.

Warren now suddenly realized what was happening behind him and turned briefly to see for himself. What he saw was the dark-haired cleaning girl writhing in the arms of the store manager, Glen Cooper. He saw her movement from the rear, but he could well imagine what was taking place beyond his line of vision. His cock now jerked painfully at the lust-provoking vision of the young cleaning girl rocking passionately in the embrace of the handsome Glen Cooper. His own hand now traveled down from the beautiful young salesgirl's luscious tits until they rested just above the elastic waistband of her low-slung bikini. Then slowly, with the gentle tenderness of a loving lover, he slid his hand beneath the tight elastic strip and felt Dawn's nearly naked body quiver and tremble as his finger wormed down until it grazed tantalizingly against the soft bush of her redly curling pussyhairs just above the cum-slick entrance to her cunt. Her hand now began jerking rapidly in response around his thickly pulsing cock pulling the resilient flap of foreskin back and forth and then gripping spasmodically as Warren's probing finger found the hotly throbbing bud of her supersensitive clit.

"Oooooooooaaaaaaawwwwwwww," Dawn cried, undulating her loins now over and around the teasingly searching finger. "Oh, yes. God, yes, Warren! Oh, my lover, don't stop. Oh, keep rubbing my clit, keep rubbing. Aaaaaaaa!"

While Warren Mathieson was busily exploring the cum-slippery slit between Dawn's wantonly spread thighs, Glen Cooper had continued to caress and fondle Tammy's now throbbing tits, he too tracing his hand in a provocative path down from her huge tits to the flat naked plane of her belly. The wickedly aroused young cleaning girl could feel her entire cunt flowing beneath her tight-fitting bikini panties, his finger probing obscenely at her erectly throbbing clit just as Warren's fingers had done to Dawn only moments before.

My God. First, Warren fingered Dawn's clit, and now Glen's fingering mine. God, what is happening here? What are we doing like this, together, shamelessly enjoying their fingers in our pussies? It's just like the other night at the office when I got fucked.

Tammy's mind reeled as she heard the soft swoosh of Dawn's bikini panties coming off over her eagerly squirming asscheeks, and now as she cocked her head backward she could see the reddish forest of Dawn's pussy bush barely covering the wet hair-rimmed lips of her anxiously pulsating cunt which was still being explored by Warren's probing fingers. The image created a new tidal wave of unquenchable lust that flooded through her body, and she wanted to feel Glen's fingers massaging her softly gripping cuntlips just as Warren's were doing to Dawn. Her hips ground up at his hand as her mouth opened to exclaim, "Oh, Glen. Yes, Glen. Touch my pussy… rub against my pussy-hairs… stick your finger up my cunt. All of it; I want all of it!"

Warren heard the young cleaning girl's passionate pleading and the lust-crazed urgency in her voice only fueled his own fire to greater heights. He lodged his knees on either side of the salesgirl's shuddering widespread thighs and squeezed his obscenely poised asscheeks in lust-impassioned encouragement.