She traced her wet tongue along Ellen's silky ass-crack as she dreamily finger-fucked the sobbing girl. Ellen always came in tiny torrents, oozing delicious cunt-honey in a flood over Sandy's fingers. Getting hotter, the brunette suddenly pushed Sandy down onto the carpet, on her back.
"Fuck me, eat me, love me," chanted Ellen, her ass weaving madly on the floor. Sandy quickly stripped her nightgown off Ellen. Moaning with fierce heat, Sandy climbed on top of the naked, trembling girl. She kissed her torridly on the mouth, snaking her tongue deep while she rubbed her throbbing cunt to Ellen's, creating a delicious, obscene friction between their pussies. This teasing action always drove Ellen into a state of frantic torment because she couldn't come this way. She could only get hotter and more feverishly frustrated.
Still making lustful fucking motions with her pussy against Ellen's steaming cunt, Sandy craned her neck down and sucked on one of her tits greedily. Ellen had surprisingly sweet tits, small but tipped with huge, dusky areolas and nipples, which were now gorged with desire. Sandy wondered if she would ever be able to explain to her husband how thrilling it was for her to suck on a pair of hot young tits.
There was a chance, though, that Al might understand that. After all, he certainly tit fucked Sandy often enough.
Ellen was in a fever of heat now, begging in tears for Sandy to eat her pussy. Because the hot brunette's desires were totally unpredictable with girls, she herself never knew what she'd do from moment to moment. But she hadn't tasted juicy cunt since Monday night and it seemed like a terrific idea.
She worked her lips down over the girl's soft white belly. She hunched between Ellen's widely parted thighs, gripping her naked asscheeks tightly in her hands. She stared with smoldering eyes into the girl's delicate pink cunt, which sucked and pulsed eagerly, filling Sandy's nostrils with delicious cunt-fragrance.
"Eat meeeeee!" wailed Ellen, digging her bare heels into Sandy's shoulders and nudging her luscious pussy close to her mouth. "Oh, God, don't tease me any more, suck me, Sandy, eat my cunt -- ooooooo! Oh, Lord! Unnnnng!"
A wild, overpowering rage of hunger suddenly struck the brunette. Instead of her usual delicate blowjob, she abruptly slammed her frenzied mouth to Ellen's dripping cunt. She kissed and sucked in a fury of lust, smearing her face with cunt-juice, hearing Ellen's wild cries of passion.
She loved to eat hot young cunt! It was the ideal balance to her husband's huge prick, sweet and juicy and sticky, like a mad mouth kissing hers with obscene eagerness. Ellen's pussy actually did kiss her in return, the luscious cunt-lips squirming wildly against her lips and tongue.
As Ellen screamed and came in her mouth with violent happiness, Sandy realized only one thing was missing. Her husband, Al. If she could only feel his enormous cock fucking savagely in her own throbbing cunt at the same time! Then watch Al fuck his massive hard-on brutally into Ellen, listening to her cry, first with anguish, then with wild joy.
She let Ellen come profusely in her mouth for five minutes, then shifted her body around so they could sixty-nine. The lewd spectacle on the floor quickly became a depraved contest of thrills, each sex-crazed girl trying to outdo the other. In a frenzy, the brunette and her moaning girlfriend sucked each other's cunt and licked each other's tender asshole, kissed and lovingly bit each other's ripe ass-cheeks while they caught their breaths.
Fifteen minutes later, Sandy suddenly rolled over on her back so that Ellen was on top. This way she could feel, the girl's delicious hot, ass hugging her face, which always fired her lust deeply.
Again and again they came all over each other's faces, their hands groping and squeezing and caressing tits and legs and feet, their tongues working furiously.
It wasn't, the kind of slow, languid sex they often had. There was a urgency to their cunt sucking, an undercurrent of explosive violence.
Thirty minutes later, Sandy forcibly pushed Ellen away. Her cunt was almost numb from raw thrills. Ellen moaned and sucked lovingly on Sandy's panting tits while the brunette caught her breath.
"Are you going to tie me down now?" Ellen whispered, staring up from Sandy's creamy tits. "Use the monster on me? Or the whip?"
Sandy looked at her thoughtfully. "No," she suddenly said in a flat voice. "I've got a husband, remember? I've got to get going, baby."
Ellen clung to her fiercely. The games had been slowing down lately, and it worried her. It seemed that for the past few weeks, Sandy was only coming by for quick blowjobs and urgent sixty-nines, with only an occasional whipping or rape thrown in.
The nurse was well aware of this, too, although she didn't mention it. Sandy suddenly realized what was wrong in a flash.
She wanted a new girlfriend.
It was that simple. For a year she'd sucked and fucked and whipped and tormented Ellen, and it was wild and lusty while it lasted. But now the hot-titted brunette, wanted fresh pussy, a change of partners.
After swinging with numerous girls over the years, Sandy had learned that each type had its own unique personality and flavor. Ellen was slender and very fair with a delicious little ass and pussy. But sex was different with different girls. Blondes tasted different than dark haired girls, and redheads tasted different than both of them.
Sandy suddenly realized she wanted a blonde this time. The games had worn thin with Ellen, and Sandy needed a change, a new conquest. She wanted a hot young animal this time, with full, juicy curves, a plump ass she could really sink her fingers and teeth into.
Like Al's younger sister, Linda.
As if she sensed what was coming, Ellen had crawled down to Sandy's feet and was now sucking on her toes, a ritual of humble worship. Sandy didn't stop her. It felt wonderfully lewd, for one thing, and for another, this might be the very last time she had sex with Ellen.
Of course, fucking with Linda, who was also married, was out of the question. The girl was a nympho but was straight to a fault! But, still, Sandy could fantasize while she searched for a passionate young blonde.
Sandy didn't have the heart to tell Ellen, who was now licking the soles of Sandy's feet to send delicious thrills through them. She was only nineteen and Sandy was her first girlfriend. How could she explain to this wide-eyed, adoring young thing that life was like that, that people met, played games and then left to find other partners?
Now it would be Ellen's turn to go out and find her own girlfriend, and turn her into a humble sex-slave.
Now Sandy understood why she was reluctant to use the dildo or the whip lately. In a sense, she was saving it for her new girlfriend. She was building up lust in her blood, generating fierce heat for her new conquest.
Saving it for my wedding night! thought Sandy dryly.
She got dressed while Ellen watched her with moist eyes. She knows, thought Sandy, she somehow senses it but doesn't want to face it. The brunette wanted to take her huge dildo and whip with her, but that would have been cruel in a way. The girl would live on hope for a week or two and then cry her heart out for another week or two, then fuck her pussy half to death with guys. Only then would she find another girlfriend.
She would leave her the dildo and the whip, mementos of their lusty affair. Sandy could always drive a couple hundred miles north to San Francisco and replace the items. In fact, she wanted to get a new dildo anyway. There was a model out that had scores of tiny pimples on it that was supposed to drive a girl mad with joy.
She gave Ellen a goodnight kiss, a farewell kiss actually, told her she'd see her on shift next Monday and hastily left.
It was a little past two, Sandy noted as she drove the quiet streets home. She was contented, but tired. She'd trained Ellen well. When the girl gave a blowjob, she held nothing back. She would miss Ellen. For a little while.
In about one week Sandy would be ready to climb the walls, if she didn't score a new girl. She was already eager to use a dildo and whip on almost any girl that crossed her path, and in a few more days, she would be seething with violent urges.
A blonde would be perfe
ct. A year of Ellen's dark-curled pussy, her soft white ass was enough. If she could only find someone like Linda. What a body on that mink! The first time she saw Linda in a bathing suit, Sandy found an excuse to disappear for thirty minutes so she could finger-fuck herself lustfully and fantasize sex with Al's sister.
At home, Al was soon asleep and didn't even stir when she crawled in bed beside him. Sandy kissed him tenderly on the lips and turned away on her side. She loved her husband like any devoted wife. She just happened to love hot young pussy, too. Poor Al, she thought as she started drifting off to sleep. If he knew what his faithful wife was doing on the sly all this time.
As cunning as Sandy was, there were more than a few surprises in store for her in the following week.
Sandy did not know that poor Al, as she thought of her ruggedly hung husband, slept so peacefully because he spent nearly two hours savagely fucking his own sexy sister that afternoon. In her sultry mouth, in her wild cunt and in her tight, searing asshole.
Sandy couldn't even begin to guess what was going on in her husband's mind. If she could have known that Al warned a three-way with her and his nympho-sister, she would have started coming all over herself with sheer eagerness.
But if the hot-cunted brunette could have guessed what was going on in. Ellen's mind at that moment, her mouth would have popped open like a lovely little pussy eager for action.
She'd made her decision to dump her passionate little girlfriend, and that was that.
Ellen had different ideas. The student nurse was not about to be cast aside so easily. The smoldering dark-haired girl had a few lusty surprises of her own, for Sandy.
Hell hath no fury like a hot young pussy scorned.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ellen didn't sleep that night. After Sandy left, she lay in bed nervously smoking and thinking in the dark. Ellen was a sensitive girl, and the message in Sandy's eyes, in her movements, was quite clear to the girl.
Sandy was dumping her. It was as simple as that. She could feel it in the pit, of her stomach, a sinking sensation. The brunette was tired of her, finished with her, probably already planning to search for a new girlfriend, an eager, whimpering new sex-slave.
Ellen brooded about that for hours. She examined her alternatives. She could just shrug her shoulders, accept it as part of a shitty unpredictable life and look for someone else's beautiful ass to kiss.
But the quiet, slender student nurse could never be that cool or composed. There was a volcano of passion smoldering deep inside her, and the lusty nurse had stirred it dangerously awake.
For more than an hour, Ellen wondered about blackmailing Sandy. Not for money, just for the icy pleasure of vengeance. But that didn't appeal to Ellen. She wasn't vindictive or spiteful. She desperately wanted to hang onto the sexy brunette at any cost.
The answer finally came to her around ten that morning, after a long, sleepless night.
The answer was crazy, almost diabolical, but it combined vengeance, of a sort, and the possibility of hanging onto Sandy. For a few more months anyway.
It was bold, too. Sandy might get furious, but there was nothing she could really do about it.
Finally, Ellen fell asleep with a faint smile on her luscious mouth. She would do it, and no one could stop her. After all, it was Sandy's idea in the first place!
Sandy had been miffed at her because Ellen hadn't been fucking guys. So the student nurse would do just that.
Beginning with Sandy's husband, Al.
That Saturday morning, with the prospect of a sunny weekend before them, the residents of Shoreline usually either left town for the weekend or just generally avoided the beaches. The tourists came down from San Francisco and San Jose in hordes, jamming the beaches, raising hell, and turning the quiet town into a noisy chaos for the locals. Monday morning everything returned to normal. That influx persisted all summer long, disappearing after Labor Day and not returning until Memorial Day weekend.
So the beaches were out for the locals that weekend.
Usually, Al and Sandy puttered around the house, relaxing. Sandy would tan herself in the backyard while Al would drink beer and work on his motorcycle. Or they'd invite Jim and Linda over for dinner on Saturday night and play poker afterward or shoot pool in the basement.
This Saturday Sandy told Al she was driving up to San Francisco to do some shopping. Would he like to come? He shook his head, and Sandy felt a wave of relief. He usually didn't come along anyway but the shopping she had in mind included a visit to a sex specialty store. She had to replace the dildo and the whip.
At one that afternoon, Sandy kissed her husband goodbye and drove north.
At one-thirty, Al's phone rang. He picked it up, figuring it was Jim or Linda. It was a girl's voice, soft and hesitant.
"Yeah?" Al said, a fresh can of beer in his hand.
"Urn, I don't know if you remember me, Al, but my name is Ellen. I'm a friend of Sandy's. I work at the hospital with her as a student nurse. Remember?"
Al frowned, thinking. Vaguely the memory of a slender dark-haired girl with huge dark eyes and a foxy body came back to him.
"Oh, yeah, I remember you, Ellen. But Sandy isn't here. She had to go up to San Francisco on a shopping spree. You want me to have her call you when she gets back this evening?"
"No," Ellen said, her voice relieved. "It's you I want to talk to, Al. It's important. Very important. Urn, can you come over to my apartment for a little while?"
What's up? Al thought curiously. "You can't tell me on the phone, huh?"
"No. It has to be in person. Here's my address." She rattled it off and Al scribbled it down. After he hung up, he swigged at his beer and smoked a cigarette, trying to guess what she wanted. Maybe hospital gossip or some crap like that. He remembered Ellen now. She was sort of quiet and mousy but had a pretty face and a very foxy body.
Al prided himself in estimating what kind of a fuck a woman would be just from looking at her. He wasn't always right, but he was doing better than eighty percent. He had a hunch the slender girl was a very hot fuck, one of those smoldering types who couldn't get enough cock once she got rolling.
The trouble with her type was to get her rolling.
Al took a couple of cold cans of beer along with him, just in case she didn't keep booze on hand. He revved his Harley and took off across town, his eyes scanning the tourists, singling out the college girls from San Jose. A couple of them eyed him in return and he grinned at them, revving his bike.
Like the good old days when he was bagging everything in sight, fucking so many girls from out of town on weekends that his prick was raw and chafed most of the time. Al sighed, remembering the wild times. But he was married now to a terrific fuck.
Besides, he had to keep his horny sister happy as well.
He found the apartment complex, parked his cycle, grabbed his beer, which was in a bowling bag, and rang her buzzer.
She was wearing a blue robe, looking sleepy, but she gave him a wide, nervous smile when she let him in.
Al sat in the living room, opening a fresh beer. She declined one, drinking coffee instead. He studied her carefully. Nervous as hell for some reason. She was also eyeballing his rugged body. Al wore a T-shirt and jeans which showed off his rippling muscles.
Ellen stared at him in return, realizing that he was much better looking than she remembered. Sort of like Brando in "The Wild Ones". Well, Sandy wouldn't marry a lemon! Nothing but the best for the sultry brunette. The best cock and the best pussy, Ellen thought bitterly.
She still hesitated, not sure how to go about propositioning a guy. Or how to explain to him that his wife had been having torrid sex with her for a year, spanking her naked ass, eating her pussy and raping her with a gigantic dildo! Among other wild games.
"What's so important?" Al asked softly, grinning.
"Sandy is," Ellen said in a quivering voice. "There's something I have to tell you about your wife, Al."
His eyes narrowed on her. "So shoot."
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She took a deep breath. "Urn, first there's something I want from you, Al." The words came in a rush now. "I want to go to bed with you, I mean, I'd like to fuck you, right here, right now, but I don't know how to go about stuff like that." She laughed crazily. "I guess I've led a sheltered life in a way. I've never propositioned a guy before."
Her voice trailed off, her face burning. Al just looked at her calmly. What the fuck is this! he thought. She's nuts! Not really, he decided, just awkward with guys. His eyes raked quickly over her body and he felt a hot leap in his long prick.
Sure, he would fuck her. But what did all this have to do with his wife, for Christ's sake?
"You just did it," he grinned at her. "You just propositioned me, Ellen. But I want to know about Sandy. What's this important shit you're going to tell me?"
"I can't," she said quickly. "I mean, afterward, after we've fucked. I can tell you."
Al sighed and shook his head, gulping his beer. The way he saw it now, she didn't have anything at all to tell him about Sandy, not important anyway. What he had here was one extremely horny girl. Looking for an excuse to get fucked and using that flimsy crap about his wife to do it.
She's probably neurotic as hell, Al thought. Sexual frustration did that to women. With that sleek hot little body she didn't need an excuse to get fucked.
Hell, he would play along with her.
"Okay," Al said abruptly, standing up. "You tell me about Sandy afterward, right? So let's have at it, Ellen."
She nodded quickly, trembling from head to toe, amazed at her own nerve. But, this wasn't the hard part. Telling him about her lewd affair with his wife later would be the really tough part. Suppose he called her a liar and beat her up?
That thought sent a faint thrill through her blood.
"In the bedroom," she whispered. He followed her into her bedroom and casually began stripping while Ellen took off her robe. She lay back on her bed, panting softly, drawing up one knee so that her juicy pink cunt was exposed.
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