Sally knew that her relationship with Rhonda was to be short lived. She was a bitch through and through, and she was becoming increasingly hard for Sally to take. Sally was learning Rhonda was completely uncaring about people and that her only love was for herself. Other people meant nothing to her, they were nothing more than tools to use in the making of her life. If they could please her physically, everything was fine. If they could give her food, clothes, pay for her apartment, or give her the money to do these things, then that would be even better. If they couldn't give her any of these things, then they were of no use to her, and she quickly let them know.
It was this type of person that Sally was quickly becoming as she continued to live with Rhonda, and Sally didn't like it. When she first came to live with her, she was neither innocent nor holy, but at least she was a person capable of caring about others. Now, she couldn't even do that.
Her thoughts were shattered by the sound of Rhonda's voice in her ear.
"Did you sleep well, Sally?"
"Yeah fine. And you?" she added.
"Wonderfully."
Sally guessed that she was waiting for her to prolong the conversation, but she wasn't in the mood. Sally realized that she and Rhonda had nothing in common, except their interest and abilities in sex. Sure, they pleased each other physically, but that was about it. There was nothing they could talk about, no shared interests.
Rhonda was flustered. She made a few more attempts at starting a conversation, but when she saw that Sal wasn't about to respond, she soon gave up.
Her next efforts were to reach her physically, like she always did. Sally also wasn't in the mood for sex with Rhonda, but she decided to lay passively on the bed, doing nothing. Maybe Rhonda could put some fire into her.
She closed her eyes as Rhonda's fingers trailed up and down her shoulders. Then she was roaming all over Sally's back. She did have to admit that Rhonda had a fantastic touch. She always knew what to do and when to do it. Her fingers were like feathers blowing across her back, touching her skin, but at the same time, not touching it.
Sally shuddered slightly as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Rhonda's hand had now moved down to the small of her back and then on down to the lush swell of her buttocks. Her lips had taken the place of her hands on her shoulders, kissing her softly while she caressed the flesh of her ass with her hands.
She felt the mattress give slightly as Rhonda changed position on the bed. Pushing her forcibly, she forced Sally onto her stomach. Moving down on the bed, she spread Sally's legs apart and began to lightly caress the inner portion of her thighs. Her other hand had meanwhile slipped around and was caressing a round breast. Catching the nipple, Rhonda tweaked it hard. Sally winced with pain, but at the same time she felt a tingling pleasure racing up her spine.
Leaving her breast, Rhonda used both her hands to separate the soft, fleshy cheeks of Sally's ass. The small puckered opening of Sally's asshole opened and closed with the contractions of her muscles.
Dipping her head down, Rhonda began to lick up and down the crack of Sally's ass. She shuddered with delight at the feeling of Rhonda's long, wet tongue. Suddenly, her tongue was at Sally's rectum, forcing its way inside.
Sally was moaning softly now, the passion rising inside her body. All she was aware of was the feelings of ecstasy that Rhonda's tongue sliding back and forth inside her asshole was giving her.
As she continued to plunge her tongue deep into Sally's rectum, Rhonda's fingers went down to the swollen meat of her cunt. Hot juice was oozing from her hole and she knew that Sally now was ready for anything.
Sally squirmed in ecstasy as she felt three fingers suddenly sliding deep into her cunt hole, stuffing her, in rhythm to the movements of her tongue in Sally's rectum.
God, she was hot! The juices were running from her hole, down her thighs, and at the same time, soaking Rhonda's hand. Sally writhed on the bed as she was being put through this delicious torment. She couldn't stand it any longer!
Arching her back, she threw Rhonda off balance and in the moment of confusion, landed on top of her in the sixty-nine, her cunt pressing against Rhonda's mouth and, at the same time, her own mouth within one delectable inch of Rhonda's juicy, hairy gash.
With a wild cry of lust, she buried her mouth between Rhonda's spread thighs, sucking the hot pink meat of her twat into her mouth. At the same time, her own cunt was being lapped to pieces by Rhonda's slithering tongue.
Their cries and moans of pass on filled the room as they filled their mouths with each other's meaty vagina. The warm juices from their cunts flowed into their hungry, sucking, slurping mouths. It seemed as if they couldn't get enough.
Rhonda had succeeded in driving Sally completely out of her mind with lust. As she ate Sally's cunt, she would alternate between running her tongue lightly over the entire length of her juicy, swollen gash, gnawing at her erect, throbbing clitoris with the sharp edges of her teeth, rolling her tongue around the oozing, palpitating entrance to her cunt hole and then pushing the entire length of her tongue up her hole and swishing it around the sides of her vaginal walls.
Neither were her hands idle. After kneading the ripe, fleshy cheeks of her ass, she then wet Sally's asshole with saliva and promptly slammed two fingers deep into that rectum.
Sally groaned with pleasure and did the same for Rhonda after raising her ass slightly off the bed. Small gasps and grunts came from her throat and then Sally began murmuring obscenities, as she struggled to reach her climax.
"Oh shit! Rhonda, fuck me… fuck you! Eat me, God, suck my cunt. Oh, your tongue is so good. Stick it deep into my pussy. Suck the juice from my twat. Oh, God, baby, shit, shit, suck it. Suck my cunt! Oh, do me, do me, suck it, lick it, kiss my pussy, my cunt. Oh, Jesus, eat me good. Make me come, please, I can't stand it anymore! Suck the come from my twat. Oh, God…"
Rhonda began slamming her fingers extra hard in and out of Sally's ass, and at the same time she worked her tongue faster inside her swollen, juice-filled gash.
Sally was panting like a bitch dog in heat as she tried to come, and at the same time, make Rhonda cream.
Sally took her tongue from Rhonda's hole and replaced it with three of her fingers pumping in and out. At the same time, she sucked her clitoris, throbbing with lust, into her mouth and gently bit down. It must have done the trick. Suddenly, Rhonda screamed as the spasms of her climax ripped through her body, drenching Sally's hand with her warm, slimy love cream. Sally's body was bucking and thrashing from the ministrations of Rhonda's slithering tongue and digging fingers. It seemed like it was taking her forever to reach that blissful point of orgasm. She was grinding her cunt against Rhonda's face, trying to make her body erupt with its climax.
It seemed as if the air was being forced from her lungs as she struggled to breathe. Her stomach was churning, aching from its efforts. She could feel the tensions building inside her body… but they seemed so far off.
Suddenly, it seemed as if everything rushed in on her, all at once. Before she even had a chance to cry out, her body exploded into a million fragmented pieces. The room was caving in on her and bright lights and colors seemed to be flashing across her eyes.
The contractions of her vagina seemed to be turning her body inside out, every which way. Screams of ecstasy erupted from her throat as the convulsions of her climax continued, sending her hot, scalding, slimy come pouring from her hole and soaking, drenching Rhonda's face beneath her. Rhonda closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the warm ocean of cunt cream spewing onto her face, smothering her in its warmth.
When it had finally ended, Sally lay on the bed, stunned, dazed, completely paralyzed. She hardly knew what had happened. All she knew was that Rhonda was laying beside her, her face completely covered with her outpouring of cream. After a few minutes, they got up from the bed and took a shower, washing the sweat and smell of sex from their bodies. They took turns slowly soaping each other's body until they were both once again clean and fresh-smelling.
When they were rinsed off, Sally turned off the water and they got out of the shower. They dried each other with a couple of soft, extra large bath towels. Wrapping the towels around their bodies, they walked from the bathroom into the living room where they fixed some breakfast. Over bacon and eggs, Rhonda said, "Sally, try to be home tonight. An old friend of mine is going to be stopping over and I'm sure we'll have some fun."
After breakfast, Sally went into the bedroom to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, she was on her way to the agency. When she arrived at Cora's office, she received her assignment and she was off.
The assignment turned out to be unproductive, which in Sally's language meant that there was no sex involved; no fucking, no sucking, no nothing.
The photographer was a reasonably young guy who had her pose naked with her legs spread and her cunt showing for all the world to see, but all he talked about the whole session was his wife and kids.
After the session was ended, Sally dressed while he filled out her voucher. Handing it back to her, he thanked her and then she was gone.
It was just as well that she didn't have any sex during the day, on top of the morning's activities with Rhonda. She remembered what she had said, about an old friend dropping by that night and she wanted her cunt to be in good shape for the event.
When she arrived back at the apartment, Rhonda was out. Fixing herself a drink, she sat down in front of the television and made herself comfortable.
An hour later, Rhonda walked into the apartment. "Oh," she said when she saw Sally, "If I knew you were going to be home so early, I would have waited for you and we could have gone shopping together. Here, how do you, like this?"
Opening the package she carried, she showed Sally a new hostess gown that she had bought. It was a deep purple and was meant to be worn without anything underneath.
"Well," she said, "how do you like it?"
Sally whistled under her breath. "I'll tell you one thing. If I were a guy and saw it, you wouldn't be wearing it for long."
Rhonda smiled. "Tell me what you would do."
Sally knew what Rhonda wanted to hear. "If I were a guy, I would first rip it from your body. Then, I would get, undressed. My cock would be hard, and standing straight out. I would force your head down and make you suck my prick for a minute and then I would carry you into the bedroom, throw you down on the bed and spread your legs wide apart. I would look at your cunt for a moment and then I would bend down and suck it. After that, I would fuck you until you couldn't walk, your pussy would be so sore. That's what I would do."
"Mmmm, I like that," Rhonda said, smiling.
"I thought you would," Sally replied. "By the way, tell me about this guy coming over tonight. What's he like?"
"Well, his name is John Smith; at least that's what he calls himself. He's about forty-seven or forty-eight. Real nice-looking too, and he's got a cock that you wouldn't believe. I swear it goes from your cunt almost to your throat, at least that's the way it feels. I don't know where he's from, he just comes into town every once in a while on business and he gives me a call at the office. I hope you'll like him."
"Well," Sally said, "if he's as good a fuck as you say, how can I help but like him."
That evening, Sally and Rhonda were all decked out in their most seductive clothes, with Rhonda wearing the new outfit she had bought that afternoon. While they waited for him, Rhonda went on to explain that the guy was a regular pervert; that he dug everything, every way and that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for them and that Sally should feel free to satisfy her most erotic desires.
"Don't worry," Sally said, "I plan to."
At nine o'clock, the front doorbell rang. "You go answer it," Rhonda urged, "he's not expecting anyone else but me."
"All right," Sally said, "I can't wait to see what this guy looks like."
Walking over to the door, Sally had a big grin on her face. Opening the door, she said, "Hi, John baby, can't wait to get your cock in my mouth!"
Suddenly, Sally's mouth dropped open. The man on the porch, John Smith, was her father!
For a moment, John Smith was speechless. Finally, he managed to find his voice. "Sally!"
Sally didn't know what to say. "Daddy," was all she could manage. After the sudden shock, she regained her composure; "Why don't you come inside. I'm sure Rhonda would like to see you."
"Yes, yes, thank you."
As they walked into the living room, Sally was the first to speak up. "Rhonda," she said, "why don't you make my father a drink. I'm sure he can use one."
Rhonda's voice stuck in her throat. "Your what!" she blurted out.
"That's right, Rhonda, my father, not John Smith, but John Nichols."
Rhonda got up from where she sat and fixed a double Scotch for him. Carrying it back, he said thank you.
"John," Rhonda said, "what is she talking about? Are you really her father?"
He nodded. Yes he was.
Rhonda burst, out in laughter. "Well, if that isn't a kick in the head. Looks like tonight is going to be more fucking fun than I thought. I've seen a son fucking his mother in my time, but I've never had the privilege of watching a father fucking his daughter. Should be fun."
Sally was becoming excited by Rhonda's crude remarks. Standing in front of her father, Sally slowly stripped until she was nude in front of him.
"Well, Dad, what do you think of the way I turned out? Do you like what you see?"
As he looked up at her, Sally spread her legs and at the same time began to softly caress the mounds of her boobs, tweaking her nipples with her fingertips until they were standing out, hard and rigid.
Sally felt a sadistic pleasure as she taunted him. She was thinking of her mother. Thinking that she deserved better than she was getting from him. She wanted to punish him!
"Say, Daddy, how would you like to lick your baby daughter's cunt? It's all nice and juicy for you… or maybe, maybe you would like me to suck your cock. Would you like that? Would you like to feel my mouth, all nice and warm sucking your beautiful hard prick? Did Mother ever do that for you? Did Mother ever suck on your cock?"
There were tears in his eyes as he looked up at her. He reached out to her. His last word was more like a groan. "Sally."