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"Ahhhhhh, God, yessss," Sharon wailed, "fuck my cunt, fuck my ass."

All the while this was going on, Tony was inching closer and closer to watch, his cock hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on and drooling big globs of hot cream. He looked like he was eating his heart out as he watched his two buddies pistoning their cocks in her cunt and ass. Sharon didn't blame him for feeling left out, but she was about to end his misery.

"Tony," she panted, "come over here and let me suck your cock."

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse!" he leered.

It was somewhat of an engineering problem, but he managed to get in place, straddling Mark's torso and resting the drooling head of his prick on Sharon's full red lips. She opened her mouth greedily and let him glide his throbbing cock over her tongue till she had a hot mouthful of cock. She closed her lips around the hot shaft and drew in her cheeks. As she started sucking his cock, Tony gave a hoarse moan of bliss.

"Yeah, baby, suck my cock meat," he cried.

"Jesus, she wasn't kidding," Mark panted, "she really can make it with three guys at once!"

"Somehow I'm not surprised," Ben chuckled.

Sharon knew just what he meant. There seemed to be no end to her lust, no limit to her capacity when it came to sex. But maybe tonight she'd finally be satisfied. If three lusty young studs making love to her all night didn't do the job, then her situation was hopeless. Seething with excitement, she sucked hungrily on Tony's tasty cock, giving muffled moans of pleasure as she took the two pistoning pricks in her cunt and asshole. With that kind of stimulation, it wasn't long before she began to come.

"Unnnhhhhhh, unnnnggghhh!" she moaned, gulping furiously at Tony's prick.

"Ahhhhhhhh, shit, eat it, baby," he groaned, "eat my cum!"

Her mouth was suddenly flooded with his steaming jizz, and as she was swallowing it she felt hot spurts of come deep in her cunt and ass. Ben and Mark were bellowing as they came. All four people were writhing and moaning together like some strange eight legged creature, combined in a gigantic mutual climax. Sharon came hard, almost blacking out with pleasure. When they finally rolled apart, she collapsed, panting.

"Get that lady a drink," Ben grinned. "She needs something to pick her up, cause it's gonna be a long night."

The convention was over, and Sharon was flying home. She looked out the window of the plane but didn't see anything. She was lost in thought, wondering why she felt so empty. She'd had some incredible adventures, some fantastic sex – so why wasn't she satisfied? She'd finally taken care of all her stored-up lust, yet she still felt something was missing from her life. Sex alone just wasn't enough.

It didn't take her long to figure out that what she missed was her fiancee, Bob Grant. She missed his affection, the fact that he cared about her, that she wasn't just a body to him. With all those other men, it had been strictly sex, and though the sex had been wonderful, it wouldn't satisfy her loneliness. She desperately needed the love Bob had offered her – but she'd lost it. Maybe she should have been more understanding about that other girl, maybe she shouldn't have walked out on him in anger.

But it was too late now. Sharon felt like crying as the plane landed and she gathered up her hand luggage. Then as she walked into the small-town air terminal, she was astonished to see Bob waving at her and grinning. And clinging to his arm was that strange girl she'd seen him with before. Stunned, not knowing what to do, Sharon just stood there as they hurried over to her.

"Honey, I'm so glad you're back," Bob exclaimed. "You didn't give me a chance to explain. This is my sister, Lynn."

"Oh, my God," Sharon gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth. She blushed beet-red. "I feel like an idiot!"

"It was an understandable mistake," Lynn smiled. "But you ought to know that Bob's been frantic. He was afraid you'd never speak to him again."

Bob and Sharon fell into each other's arms, and Lynn watched with an approving smile. It turned out she was on her way home after her visit with her brother, and Sharon and Bob escorted her to her plane and saw her, off.

Then they picked up Bob's car and drove the short distance into town. Sharon cuddled close to her fiancee and rested her hand on his knee, not wanting to be parted from him ever again. As he drove up in front of her house, she looked up at him pleadingly.

"I've been such a fool, Bob," she said. "Please let me make it up to you?"

"Just what did you have in mind?" he grinned.

"I think you can guess," Sharon purred.

They hurried into the house, and Sharon locked the door and drew the drapes. To hell with what her nosy small-town neighbors might think. She and Bob flew into each other's arms, kissing hotly and using their tongues, pawing each other, rubbing crotches. It was a blatantly sexual reunion, but it was more than that. It was a way of saying that they couldn't do without each other and never wanted to be apart again. Sharon quickly forgot all the other men she'd fucked in the last few days. Bob was the only one who mattered, to her.

They finally came up for air and started stripping off their clothes, too frantically horny for each other to make the short trip to the bedroom. The living room rug would just have to do. Sharon was creaming right through her panties as she tore off her clothes, and Bob had a massive hard-on, his wrist-thick eight incher hugging his belly and drooling thick streams of juice. Naked, they slumped to the floor and Sharon dived for her fiancee's cock, cramming it into her mouth and caving in her cheeks with the first greedy suck.

"Ahhhhh, Jesus," Bob moaned.

The sight was enough to make him forget all about their recent misunderstanding. Sharon knelt beside him, her big ripe tits grazing his body, her lips hugely stretched as she crammed his lust-swollen prick into her mouth. She took as much as she could without choking, and she fisted and pumped the rest. Her mouth was hot as fire around his cock, her sucked-in cheek linings juicy and velvety. She began to suck as if she hadn't eaten in a week, hungrily suctioning his salty cream out of his piss hole. Bob felt hot streaks of pleasure tearing through his prick and balls.

"Baby, that's great," he moaned, "but I wanta play with your pussy while you're blowing me. Scoot around here."

He was on his back, and it was easy for Sharon to maneuver herself into the sixty-nine position without letting his cock slip from her hungrily sucking mouth. She threw a leg over him and presented him with her luscious-looking red pussy and its fringe of fine reddish brown curls. Bob grasped her pretty little ass and drew her into tonguing range, drooling at the sight of all that juicy pink flesh. He stabbed at her pussy with the stiff tip of his tongue and felt her shiver with excitement.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmnmmmm," she moaned.

Bob began lashing his greedy tongue all over her sizzling, tangy-tasting pussy, and hungrily gobbling up her thick cream. Sharon experienced hot stabs of pleasure, and her aroused cunt gushed more musky juice for him to eat. She sucked ravenously on his big hard cock, drawing the salty cream from his piss hole and gobbling it down as fast as she could get it. The room echoed with the obscene wet sounds of their tonguing and sucking.

Sharon wanted to kiss and lick and taste and suck every inch of her fiancee's exciting male body, but unfortunately she could only do one area at a time. She sucked strongly on his prick, sheathing it in the hot wet folds of her cheeks and tongue, and she gave muffled moans and whimpers of pleasure as he tongue whipped her hotly aroused pussy. Then suddenly he crammed his whole thick tongue up her cunt, and she almost flew off the rug, the pleasure was so sudden and violent.