When John woke up he suddenly remembered Sheila. Where was she? Susan was asleep a few feet away from him in front of the fire, but Sheila was nowhere in sight.
How long had he been asleep?
The fact that the fire was still burning warmly indicated that it hadn't been long. Quietly he got up.
When he stood up he could just barely see into the kitchen, where he caught a glimpse of Sheila's green caftan. Still being careful not to awaken Susan, he walked quietly into the kitchen. In the doorway he paused; she was heating some water on the stove and hadn't heard him yet. He openly admired her looks, or what he could see of them from behind. Her shoulder-length hair was full and lively, and as she moved he occasionally caught a hard-earned glimpse of the outline of her.
It looked nice.
In a way he was surprised that Susan was being so generous in her attitude toward him and what she said that Sheila wanted. It was hard to believe that the woman he was looking at was still a virgin.
Incredible.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Oh!" she cried, startled. "You scared me."
"Sorry."
"That's all right. I'm just fixing some Kahlua and coffee. Want some?"
"Sure."
She had a nice smile, he thought. And there wasn't a trace of uptightness about her; very strange in someone her age who was still a virgin.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked, wailing lightly.
"Might as well," she replied.
"Am you really a virgin?"
She laughed. "What do you think?"
"I think if you are, you must have spent the last five years in a nunnery."
She laughed again. "I guess that's supposed to be a compliment."
"It is."
"Then thanks."
"Well?" he asked, still smiling.
"Well what?"
"Well, are you a virgin?"
"Tell you what," she answered, giving him his hot mug and brushing lightly, provocatively against his body. "Why don't you ask me that question in about an hour?"
"I hope in an hour I'll know without asking," he rejoined.
She didn't say anything, but simply smiled and walked into the living room where Susan was still asleep. Choosing a spot well across the room from her, Sheila sat down.
John followed her, apparently oblivious of his nakedness.
But she wasn't oblivious of it. Just the opposite. In fact, she could hardly take her eyes off his cock. It wasn't quite as flaccid now as it had been just a few moments ago.
"Ummmmm, I just noticed something," John announced.
"What?"
"You're the only one here wearing clothes." Sheila made a pretense of looking round the room. "Why, I do believe you're right," she replied.
"Seems unsociable to me," John said with another smile.
"Oh, really?" Sheila said coyly. "Really."
Susan stirred but didn't wake up. Sheila looked at her for a moment, then looked back at John. Then she took a long, hot pull off her drink.
"I wouldn't want to be accused of being unsociable."
John shrugged.
Taking another drink, Sheila set down her mug and stood up in front of John. She could begin to feel excitement shooting through her at the prospect of what she was about to do.
Without saying anything else, she reached up to her neck and unfastened the first button of her caftan.
John's cock started to get hard.
She unfastened the next one. Then the until finally the robe was open down the front to her navel. But her tits were still covered by the soft material.
John shifted. His cock was almost completely rigid now.
Sheila knew the time was right. Everything felt perfect, and she knew that he was ready to see her.
She let the caftan drop to the floor.
"Nice…" John whispered, taking in her entire body with a single, sweeping glance. She was magnificent!
Her tits were large, but they were firm as well, jutting out from her body like twin peaks, each tipped with a brownish pink rosebud.
Below them, her waist was slim and flat, with soft, silky skin that practically begged to be touched. But the thing that turned him on the most, and made his cock grow, if possible, harder than it had been earlier, was her fantastic cunt.
Or, more precisely; her perfect, silky triangle.
He had never seen hair so soft, so downy. He wanted to bury his face in it right then and there, but he somehow refrained from it.
There was no point in rushing this.
"Do I pass inspection?" she asked, sensing his arousal.
"With flying colon."
She sat down across from him. For a long time they just looked at each other, anticipating what would happen shortly. Sheila finished her Kahlua, feeling the warm liquor flow through her body, releasing her from the last of her inhibitions.
"You know what I want?" she whispered, a light smile playing seductively on her features.
"What?"
"Your cock," she breathed, feeling delightfully naughty. She had never even thought of talking like this, but she could feel the excitement grow between them as she said it.
"Where?" he whispered back, catching the spirit of her mood.
She didn't speak in reply, but instead simply spread her legs slightly and placed her hand over her cunt.
"There?" John asked in mock innocence.
She nodded.
Then, as John watched, she spread apart the fully, dewy lips of her cunt to reveal the wet pinkness within. With one finger she began to explore herself, never taking her eyes off John, watching his reaction to what she was doing.
It was gratifying.
Her clit was visible now, swelling just beneath the sensitive hood of skin that had covered it. Sheila could feel it, and then she looked down. The sight of her own fingers glistening brightly with the juice from her cunt made her tremble with excitement.
She couldn't wait any longer.
"Fuck me… oh please… fuck me now…"
John moved forward, swept away by the seething excitement that was shooting through him. He could hardly believe how much he was turned on; it was phenomenal.
She was on her back now, her legs spread wide for him. He wanted to plunge into her right then, but he held back.
This was going to be too good to rush.
Instead, he reached down with firm hands and spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt so that he felt like he could see deeper into her than he had ever seen into another woman.
Then, as she pushed her crotch into his face, he bent forward and brought his lips into contact with her wet, dripping cunt.
"Oooohhhh… yessss… eat me, eat my cunt!" she groaned, twisting in his grasp, fighting to bring his probing tongue deeper into her.
At first he just licked around the entrance, luxuriating in the sweet taste of her honey, but as she grew more and more excited be knew this would not be enough.
Spreading her ass cheeks wide with either hand, he plunged his tongue into her with all the force he could muster, driving the hard muscle deep into the tight, quivering folds of her pussy.
"Yesss!" she moaned, writhing even more wildly now. His tongue was consuming her, driving her crazy. She wanted it all the way inside her. She wanted it to devour her.
In and out now, he jabbed, marveling at the tightness of her virgin pussy. Yet in spite of its tightness, the entire pulsing chamber seemed alive, quivering and shaking, dragging his eager tongue deeper and deeper into her with each successive thrust.
Finally he pulled away.
"Noooooo…" she pleaded, totally lost in the excitement within her.
"Yes." He looked down on her, feeling the blood rushing to his cock once again. Her big, full tits were heaving up and down, while her cunt was positively drowning in the sticky combination of her own juices and his saliva.
"You're not like any virgin I've ever seen," he whispered, enjoying the anticipation of what was about to happen between them.
"Another compliment?" she smiled, forcing herself to calm down.
"Feel my cock," he said softly, pushing his meat forward with his hands.
She touched it, she looked at her small hands on his massive tool, she was once again assailed with doubts. How could it ever fit inside her tight little pussy.
"You can take it," he whispered, as if he could read her thoughts.
"I hope so," she answered, running her fingers up and down, feeling the tight, smooth skin. She could see some of the veins standing out just beneath the surface.
"Are you ready?" he whispered, knowing what the answer would be.
She nodded.
He leaned forward, and as he did so she leaned back, placing her back flat on the thick carpet. She forced herself to relax, opening her mind to what she knew was going to be the most satisfying experience of her life.
His cock was at the entrance to her pussy now.
As he looked down, John found himself practically groaning in anticipation of what he was about to experience.
Her cunt was open, wet, and ready for him.
His cock was rigid.
He pushed forward.
"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered as the head passed inside her. Already it seemed like her muscles were stretched farther than they had ever been before.
"Huh?" he asked softly. She shook her head.
He pushed once more. Another inch went inside her. Sheila found herself blinking back tears.
But she wanted more.
She wanted it all.
Again he pushed forward. He was three quarters of the way in now, and could hardly believe how good it felt. Her cunt was so tight that it felt like there were a thousand tiny ringlets encircling his throbbing prick.
Finally he shoved all the way.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she moaned, feeling a bright flash of wrenching pain.
But then the pain was gone.
It was all the way in! She could hardly believe it.
As much as she had thought about this moment in the last few hours, she had never suspected it would feel like this.
Incredible!
He began to slide in and out of her, slowly at first, being careful not to hurt her. But he needn't have worded; she was beyond pain. Everything felt wonderful.
She pushed against his rod to let him know she wanted him to push harder. He answered by shoving his cock deeper into her than it had yet been.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, wriggling her crotch around his shaft. "More… more…" she whispered, feeling as if she could never get enough of this.
"Fantastic!" he breathed, driving harder into her now.
"Ooooohhhhh fuck me… John… oh, John fuck me hard… fuck my cunt!" She was beside herself now. Nothing mattered except his cock and her cunt. She wanted him to plow into her, drive through her.
Which is precisely what he did.
Her feet were flat on the floor now, and her cunt was six inches up in the air. With each thrust that he made into her, she shoved back, trying wildly to get his cock even farther into her. It became an obsession with her; she could think of nothing but consuming him, devouring his cock with her pussy.
"Yes, baby… yesssss…" he whispered, lost in the sensation of her tight cunt around his cock.
Then, acting purely on instinct she dropped her ass back down to the floor and wrapped her long, slim legs around his back.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she yelped as his cock suddenly seemed to drive right through her.
"Yesssss…" he moaned in response.
Thrashing wildly now, the two flew into each other with a passion that made them both lose touch with everything except the focus of their excitement. Like a piston he slammed into her, spearing her with all his strength, while she responded by pulling even harder with her legs.
"Ooooohhhhh… I'm gonna come… gonna come…" she groaned, feeling herself begin to fill up with her own hot cream. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced; always before she had felt like there was no room for anything, and the tightness delayed her climax, but made it grow more powerful in the process.
Finally, there was nothing that could stop her. She spread her legs convulsively, and in a single moment she felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her in her cunt.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!"
Her cunt convulsed wildly as she came.
With this, John's control evaporated, and for the second time that night his cock exploded with a power that set wave after wave of hot, sticky cum shooting out of his rod. Sheila could feel it slam against the back wall of her pussy, mixing with her own turn, making an even bigger mess beneath her.
Rut it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered except the bliss that she was feeling. Nothing could compare with this.
Nothing.
Finally it was over.
John, feeling more satisfied than he could ever remember, rolled over, his cock sliding out of Sheila's cunt. He couldn't believe it had been so good.
Sheila smiled.
She had been afraid that the first time wouldn't be as good as she had hoped it would. And, in a strange way, she had been right.
It had been better.
There was no way she could have imagined how fantastic this would be. It was beyond description. But there was one thing for certain; this wasn't going to be the last time she had this experience.
No way.
Nothing was going to stop her now; she was going to make sure that her pussy got everything it wanted.
How could she have been such a prude for so long? It seemed impossible; almost as if the girl that had held out on Jim until he had finally left her in frustration was someone else.
Not her.
She could hardly blame Jim for what he had done. After all, once someone had experienced what she had just experienced, there was no way it would be possible to get along without it.
Well, there was nothing she could do about that, so there was no point in dwelling on it. Besides, there were too many good things to look forward to.
And tonight had just been the beginning.