David Lasher - Bi babes do it better

"Having a little pussy bash, are you?" Lance murmured in Foxi's ear. She shivered, arching her cunt at his prick, her lips fastened to his left ear lobe.

"Well, you never come around any more!" she answered. He'd just come in the front door. She'd slipped a thin black robe around her body, leaving Sandy and Ollie in her boudoir.

Her heart thumped, her already we cunt was oozing sex juices and her nipples were as stiff as pokers. He was here, he wanted her cunt and tits and mouth again, and she couldn't have been more delighted. He certainly would not care whether or not she'd made it with one or more of the girls; he would bang her hard anyway!

He was the most sophisticated man she'd ever run into.

Years in the Orient had turned him into all kinds of sexual situations. He had even taught her new ways to enjoy pussy. If a girl liked it both ways, he was thrilled.

Now his capable hands lifted Foxi's robe in back and he cupped her ass cheeks, kneading her flesh in a way that brought her clit into vibrant readiness. Her shivers, her extravagant responses made his cock bulge enlarge.

"You fox, you're ready to get off, aren't you?" he murmured.

"Yesssss!" she breathed, hunching at his crotch. "Please, stud! Make me cum! I've been fooling around with my girls, and I'm just dying for cock now." "Good!" he muttered, pushing his cock at her itchy cunt.

He worked his lips along her cheek, finally to her eager mouth, and dove his tongue deep in her throat. He squeezed her ass, thrust quickly and she moaned fiercely.

Suddenly, the honeyed lances of her longawaited orgasm began to uncoil in her pelvis. Throb after sugary throb pounded through her, out to the tip of her clit, up to her fleshy tits, and back to her cunt!

Her lips tore free, she wailed her delight! "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh! You lover! I'm cumming!"

He held her tightly while she trembled and whimpered in her vivid aftermath.

Lance grinned as Foxi finished her dry fuck and went limp against him. He had that kind of effect on some girls, almost instant response. They either wanted his prick or they didn't. Plenty were willing so he never worried about the ones who ignored him.

Years earlier, at a beach party, he had plucked Foxi's cherry. She'd been nineteen then, just finishing Santa Barbara U, and she had appeared at the party with a voluptuous young redhead. Their obvious attachment for each other didn't bother him. He had decided that the smart, leggy blond needed prick. She just thought she was all lesbian.

He had caught her half full of champagne, and he had eased her down on some sand behind a large boulder, and then shown her what a cock felt like. He'd got her off twice before ejaculating his wad deep in her virginal pussy.

The redhead had caught them, and she wanted a spurt of jism herself. No problem. He hadn't plucked any pussy fruit, but she had known almost nothing about hetero fucking. There was something about fucking a lesbian that tickled his ego.

He hadn't heard from Foxi for two years after that. She had looked him up, waited for him to return from Hong Kong, and had asked him for a date. That was when he discovered that he and he alone could ignite her passion; all her other previous lovers had been chicks.

Now she was again enjoying her first orgasm with a man in more than two other years.

Foxi recovered and stood away from him, wondering what there was about Lance that no other male matched. She had no answer, she simply turned hot when he looked at her!

"Come on, now, honey, and meet the other girls," she cooed, taking his arm. "If they don't want prick, I guess they can just have each other, huh?"

He laughed, patting her on the ass. "Sorry to interrupt your fleshy pleasures, Foxi. I've been following your career in real estate. Very successful."

"I can afford lots of nice things now," she giggled, reaching down and passing her hand across his crotch.

"Some of the real sexy girls expect a cunt fee. I don't mind. I'm not about paying."

"The practical girl," he murmured.

She opened the bedroom door and walked in with Lance. The girls stared and Sandy gurgled. "Oh, you big man! You want my cunt now, or later?"

"Don't rush me, girls," Lance chuckled. "I need a shower first."

Ollie wiggled up in front of him, staring wide-eyed.

"What did you do to Foxi, stud? I heard her moaning and groaning."

"Oh, don't be so curious, Ollie!" Foxi exclaimed. "He's the only man who ever did rate with me!" "This is gonna be a fun evening!" Sandy noted. Lance entered the bathroom and began to undress. When he stepped out of the shower, the ripe, young mulatto was standing ready with a towel. She was wear ing nothing at all. When she handed him the thick, colourful towel, she arched her tits at him.

"I was sure hoping Foxi would bring a stud into the scene," she purred.

Lance's cock began to stiffen. "I thought you came here for Foxi," he grinned, drying his body, and seeing that she was stacked. Her boobs were as firm as ripe melons, her body rounded and contoured for pleasure.

"Oh, sure, I like good looking chicks, but cock is really my thing!" she murmured. "Let me hold that big tool!"

Sandy sank to her knees, griped his prick in her right hand, and brought her thick lips against the cockhead.

Carefully she eased his glans between her lips and fluttered them, a deep whine rising in her throat.

Grinning, he reached down and cradled a doughy tit in each hand. Her lips spread more, her jaw dropped and she took about six inches of meat into her mouth. She moaned, her eyes glazed, and her right hand left his cock to drop down to her cunt.

The quick, fluid motions of Sandy's hips as she fucked her own finger gave Lance a clue as to what she did for a living.

A dancer, he said to himself as the bathroom door opened and Foxi and Ollie looked in.

"Sure didn't take her long to gobble that salami!" Ollie acclaimed.

"I told her to enjoy herself and help him towel down," Foxi laughed, then asked Lance, "Can she really suck it good, stud?"

"Pretty damn neat!" he grinned. "Hey, Sandy, let go and we'll spread this prick around a little, eh?"

Sandy whined, nodded, and drew her thick, cloying hips from his cock, then rose to her feet, her eyes shiny with lust. She gave her cunt a few finger slides, and reluctantly stopped. Foxi and Ollie shook their heads, laughing.

Lance walked to the bed and sank down on his back, his prick angled long and hard over his belly. The girls stood beside the mattress staring.

"Want to take turns riding it, chicks?" he grinned.

"Me, first, please!" Sandy exclaimed. "I'm so ready I'm going crazy!"

"Go for it, honey!" Foxi encouraged. The edge had been taken from her craving, and she wanted to see how the mulatto handled a rigid prick.

Sandy scrambled on the bed, quickly straddled Lance's body, and lowered her drippy cunt to this cockhead. As contact was made, Sandy shook all over, her pink cunt lips spread around Lance's glans. She stroked swiftly downward.

"Uhhhhhhh-fuuuuuuck!" Sandy whimpered, her beautiful ass rising and falling as she hunched forward her orgasm. "Damn! Uhhhhhhhh-OHHHHHHHH!"

Foxi trembled, her cunt oozed more hot juices as Sandy went into orgasmic splendour, moaning and shaking, the muscles in her rump flexing and tightening and her tits swaying.

"Yeahhhh!" Lance muttered. He was enjoying himself, but Foxi knew he wasn't yet cumming. When he cums, his big thing comes alive! It throbs and spurts.

Sandy finished her sex ride and slumped down on Lance, her swollen tits cuddled to his chest. Foxi felt Ollie's right hand on her cunt and she turned to her live-in.

"Oh, please, Foxi, let's get down! I don't want that big cock in my cunt!"

Foxi turned, pointed to the bed, which still had plenty of space for action, and Ollie ran around to the other side to sink down at Lance's left. She wasted no time, ready as she'd ever be. She slid over between Ollie's plump, warm thighs and squished her cunt down and inward. The sweet, velvety connection, clit to clit. stirred the lust of Foxi's being. She stroked, mashing her pointed tits into Ollie's generous, firm breasts.