When Susan awakened the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that Sheila and John were both sleeping, naked, beneath a pile of furs across the room from her. Her reaction was one of surprise, first that she had slept through the night, and second that she had slept through whatever it was that Sheila and John had done.
They must have been awfully quiet about it, she thought, or else I would have heard them. In a way she was disappointed, primarily because she had been looking forward to watching Sheila lose her virginity. She could just imagine seeing John's big cock ramming is and out of Sheila's tight hole, and the thought alone was enough to make her own cunt to start creaming.
Oh, well. Win some, lose some.
She went off to take a shower.
Not long after she left the mom. Sheila awakened. At first she was disoriented, but after a few moments she realized where she was and what had happened.
She smiled.
But when she tried to get up she found, not too surprisingly, that her crotch ached.
Wow.
She had to smile again; last night had been something else. John was still asleep, and looked like he was likely to stay that way for awhile. Sheila, not being at all disposed to wake him up just now, got up quietly and headed for the bathroom.
When she heard the shower running, she smiled. That must be Susan, she thought. She was vaguely concerned over whether or not Susan might be a little upset over what she and John had done last night. Probably not, she decided, or else Susan wouldn't have set the whole thing up the way she did.
"Good morning," she called into the steam.
"Is that my ex-virgin roommate?" Susan called out, poking her head through the bath curtain.
"None other than," Sheila replied, relieved that Susan wasn't upset.
"Want a shower?" Susan called out again. "I'll wait 'til you finish."
"No. Come on in now."
Sheila shrugged. Why not?
Inside, the hat stinging needles of water felt good. Susan's body was more or less completely covered with soap suds.
"You look like the abominable snowman."
"Shut up and tell me about it," Susan replied cheerfully.
"About what?"
"About your first fuck. Don't play stupid."
"Well," Sheila said, trying to wipe a silly grin off her face, "Let's just say it was fantastic."
"All right, I get it," Susan pouted. "You don't want to talk about it." She had been looking forward to getting a good description, at the very least.
"Here, let me soap you," Sheila said, beginning to rub her roommate's back.
"I've got a better idea. Let's go in the sauna."
By this point, Sheila was about ready to do anything to make Susan happy, so she followed the other girl into the room. There was a hose with warm water, plus buckets and soap, so that they could continue their shower.
But there were other things in the sauna as well. Sheila had never noticed them before, but as soon as they walked in she saw Susan's eyes go directly to a shelf on the far wail.
"What's over there?" she asked.
"Fun and games," Susan replied.
Sheila decided not to pursue things any further just then. Instead, she sat down on the long wooden bench and leaned back to relax. Susan rinsed herself off, then followed suit.
"Just tell me one thing," Susan coaxed, sitting across hem Sheila.
"All tight."
"What did it feel like to have a big cock inside you for the first time?"
"You ought to bow," Sheila replied with a laugh. "It had to happen to you."
"Not the same way. I did it with a [missing text]."
"Ready."
"Tell me about it."
"Now wait a minute. You're supposed to be telling me about last night."
"I will, if you'll tell me about the dildo first."
"Well, all right."
Susan obviously wasn't overjoyed at the turn of events, but she was willing enough to talk about her experiences. Anything to hear about John fucking Sheila.
"It's over there on the shelf. Here, I'll get it." Susan got up and reached for a long, black device on the shelf. Sheila watched as Susan got it, then sat down once again on the bench. Whether intentionally or not, Susan chose to sit so that her legs were spread slightly, revealing the lips of her pussy in a most provocative way.
Sheila felt her cunt begin to tingle. Oh no, not already, she thought. She hadn't even recovered from last night.
Susan held the dildo in her hand and began to talk. Sheila couldn't help but notice that both of their bodies were beginning to glisten as the heat made them start to sweat.
"I was fifteen," Susan began, looking at the dildo with a certain measure of fondness, "and I was still a virgin. I was dying to be fucked; just absolutely dying to. But the boys I knew were either so stupid or so ugly that I didn't have much hope for solving the problem. So I got this."
"Where'd you get it?" Sheila asked. She was intrigued, and she could also tell that the memory of the whole matter was getting Susan turned on, which in turn was exciting Sheila.
"A magazine."
"How'd you use it?"
"How do you think I used it?"
"Show me."
Susan acted as thought she were hesitant, but it was obvious to Sheila that she would be delighted to show her how she used it.
"Well, I was in bed. I remember the sheets were cool, and the lights were out. My parents were asleep, and I had it hidden under the mattress. I guess I'd had it for about a week, but I'd been afraid to use it. I was really nervous, but I was also horny as a bitch in heat."
"Anyway, I reached under and got it. For a long time I just held, onto it, getting it warm. Then I licked it, all the time pretending it was a real cock. I even tried to take it in my mouth like I was sucking somebody off, but I gagged."
By now Susan had the black dildo just a few inches from her half parted, panting pussy lips. It was obvious that she was turned on; the dewy juices from her cunt were running out and down onto the bench.
She had her eyes closed; both she and Sheila knew by now that her commentary was less interesting to both of them than what she was actually getting ready to do with it.
Sheila watched in fascination as Susan moved the plastic rod closer and closer to her pink, dripping cunt, talking the whole while about how she had done it the first time.
She had the cock in one hand, and with the other she spread apart her lips even more, revealing the rich moistness within.
Sheila put her hand on her own cunt as she continued to watch. This was, in a strange way, really exciting to her. She wanted to see that black dildo disappear into Susan's cunt almost as much as she had wanted to see Susan and John fuck the night before.
"Mnnnnnn," Susan moaned, as she shoved it halfway into her willing, hungry cunt.
"Mnnnnnn, what?" Sheila asked.
"Mnnnnnn, it still feels good."
Then slowly, her eyes still closed, she began to work it in and out, sliding it slowly in until it almost disappeared, then pulling it out.
"Looks like fun," Sheila said, her own finger toying lightly with her clit.
Susan began to wriggle and thrust her crotch forward, creating as much pressure against the tool as she could, taking it deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.
As she got more and more excited, Sheila found her own hand working deeper and deeper inside her own pussy which, sore as it was, still was responding by sending hot cream out onto her fingers.
Susan was practically off the bench now, her writhing crotch going higher and higher into the air with each successive stroke, while her hand shoved the rod deeper and deeper into her.
Then suddenly her eyes opened.
They were glazed with excitement.
"Come here," she whispered hoarsely to Sheila. Sheila complied without hesitation, hardly able to contain her own excitement as she watched Susan.
"My ass…" Susan whispered, turning around and presenting her white, fleshy cheeks to Sheila. The dildo was all the way in her now, and Sheila wasn't certain what was expected of her.
But she didn't have to wait long to find out.
Leaving the dildo inside her cunt, Susan reached around with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart.
"Oooohhhh pleaseeee, Sheila. Lick it… lick my asshole… lick it!"
Sheila leaned forward.
She took the fleshy cheeks into her own hands first, then leaned forward even more until her lips were just a few inches from the tight, dark hole in front of her. She could see the tight muscles, darkly pulling together to make the hole tight and firm even with the surrounding flesh pulled wide apart.
Making a rigid probe of her tongue, Sheila pushed forward.
"Oooohhhh… yessss…" Susan groaned, shoving her ass hard against Sheila's face. The combination of the dildo filling up her cunt and Sheila's sweet tongue probing her ass was making her rush and spin crazily toward her climax.
She forced herself to hold it in; it would be better if she could wait just a little longer.
Sheila licked hard now, running her tongue all the way from Susan's asshole to her cunt and back again with each stroke. Susan's ass was moving wildly now, but Sheila was locked so tightly onto it that nothing short of an earthquake could shake her loose.
"Oh… finger me, Sheila, finger my asshole."
Not hesitating an instant, Sheila took one of her fingers that was still covered with her own love honey, and plunged it deep into the tight sphincter of Susan's ass.
"Ooooohhhh… yesssss… yes!" Susan moaned, writhing like an impaled animal on Sheila's finger.
Sheila could feel the pressure of the dildo through the walls of Susan's cunt and then suddenly, almost without warning, she felt Susan's cunt suddenly contract.
"Aaaaggghhhh!"
Susan came in a sudden wave of love juice that shot out of her cunt, sending her spinning wildly to the bench beneath her, quivering uncontrollably. Frantically she grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, and suddenly the pent-up honey inside shot out with a flow that poured great streams of the sticky juice onto the inside of her thighs.
From above, Sheila just watched in amazement. She had never seen so much hot cream; had never imagined that anyone could do what Susan had just done.
And the day was just beginning.
Sheila and her friends decided to spend the day in upstate New York, skiing at one of the popular resorts. They made the five-hour trip by car and spent the remainder of the day on the slopes, finally retiring to their rooms for a restful night.
The next day, after some more skiing, Sheila found herself taking stock of what had happened to her during the past week.
It was incredible.
In a very strange way, it was almost impossible for her to conceive of herself as the same person who had packed up and left home the previous weekend. So much had happened…
What about Jim?
She had forced him out of her mind during much of the week, wanting to escape the pain that his memory brought back in a quick rushing flood. Even now, with her precious virginity no longer a factor, she found her thoughts of him causing her to lose some of the momentum she had gathered during her brief but hectic association with Susan.
Thinking of Susan made her smile.
She had never met anyone quite like the girl she was living with now. All of her previous friends, Sheila now realized, had been exceptionally uptight about sex.
But not Susan.
Exactly the opposite was true, in fact. Susan would rater fuck than do anything. But now that she, too, had experienced it, Sheila could understand why Susan felt the way she did.
It was fantastic.
Even now Sheila could feel her cunt tingling with excitement at the memory of John's big cock plunging into her tight, willing pussy, finally exploding in a churning mass of hot cum.
Wow.
She was really getting turned on.
Her cunt was practically drenching her panties with her own love juice. Not surprisingly, her interest in what she was doing began to fade.
Oh, well. She might as well stop for lunch. It was almost noon anyway.
Back at their room, Sheila was surprised to find that John and Susan were gone. Somehow she had expected them to stay in bed all day, or at least for mast of the day.
It didn't matter.
Shrugging, Sheila proceeded to make herself a sandwich and a bowl of hot soup. All during the meal she couldn't take her mind off her cunt; it was positively on tire. Once or twice she let her hand brush against the outside of her jeans where they fit tightly on her crotch, but this only served to make her more frustrated.
This would never do.
She decided to go back outside.
In the elevator she accidentally pushed the wrong button, which resulted in her being let out in the basement instead of the lobby.
The result was quite a surprise.
In front of her was a swimming pool, the warm water steaming slightly.
She was about to push the button and go back upstairs when she noticed that there was a single person in the pool. On impulse she decided to walk across the basement and go out via the stairway on the opposite side.
The person in the pool was a man, and from what little she could see of him, he appeared to be attractive. Her mind began to race with possibilities; they were alone down here, and she doubted that anyone else was likely to show up at this time of day.
To make things more simple, the man began to save and smile at her. Sheila hesitated, as if making a decision, although in fact her decision had already been made. She wasn't about to pass this up.
"Hi!" the man called out, smiling up from the steam that rose from the pool. As she came closer she recognized the man as someone whom she had seen on the slopes.
"Hello," she said, trying to hide her surprise at something she had just discovered; the man was naked.
"Why don't you join me?" the man asked. Sheila would normally have been put off by the man's confidence in himself; almost conceit, in fact.
But not today.
In fact, it was this, combined with the way he was looking at her body through her clothes, that made her come close to making a decision about what she was going to do in the next few minutes.
Why not?
She sat down in a chair, keeping an eye on the man as he started to talk again. He seemed to be about thirty-five or forty, still in good shape. His hair around the temples was flecked with grey, while his face had a ruddy quality to it that she liked.
"Come on, why don't you keep me company for a while?" he grinned, not quite being openly suggestive about it but still letting Sheila know that keeping him company would embrace a wide range of possibilities.
Sheila was definitely intrigued. She smiled, not quite knowing what to say.
"Come on. Just for a little while. It's really nice and warm in here."
I bet, Sheila thought to herself.
"Sounds inviting, but I don't have my swimsuit," Sheila protested.
"Neither do I."
"So I noticed."
There was a short silence as she glanced at the outline of his dark crotch.
She squirmed in her seat.
Then she looked around. There was no one else in the pool area, and the fact that no one had interrupted them since her arrival implied that they likely to be left alone for a while at lest.
Long enough.
The man didn't say anything, realizing that Sheila was definitely very much interested and nothing he could say at this point would have very much effect.
"My name's Ted," he offered after a long pause.
"I'm Sheila."
Sheila was about to act now. Her cat was dripping once again. All right, she thought to herself, I've delayed long enough. Why not?
She stood up, walked over to the stairway leading up from the pool area, and closed the door there. Then without saying anything, she began to strip.
From inside the pool, Ted looked up. This was fantastic; he had never really believed he was going to get anywhere with this chick. She must be hornier than she looked right now.
When her sweater came over her head, exposing her full, firm tits, he felt his cock go completely rigid within five seconds. In the cool air outside her nipples were as hard as his cock.
Then she pulled down her pants, and all that we left, now were her panties.
A moment later they, too, had come off.
What a cunt!
The hair was as blonde as the hair on her head, and was as delicate as silk. Just looking at it was enough to drive a man crazy.
But he didn't have long to stare, because without any clothes on Sheila found herself quickly getting vow cold.
She jumped in the pool with a splash.
"Wow!" she exclaimed as the hot water closed over her body. The quick transition had practically taken the breath away from her.
"Nice, isn't it?"
"Mmmmmm," she nodded, stretching out in front of one of the hot jets along the side. She was only a few feet from Ted now, and she could see his rigid cock beneath the water.
He slid over next to her so that their legs touched, but he kept his hands to himself for the moment. But only for the moment.
Almost as soon as his leg touched hers, he felt responding pressure as her slim calf rubbed up against his thigh.
With both hands he reached out and grabbed her tits. Despite the hot water, her nipples were still hard.
"Mmmmmmm," she said, turning her body so that she half-faced him underwater, her legs partially wrapped around his hips from the side so that her cunt rubbed firmly up against his body.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered huskily as her hand snaked down through the water for his cock. He was beginning to think that this was going to be the best afternoon he had had in along time.
In a very long time.
It certainly beat the hell out of playing golf.
He kissed her deeply, feeling her eager tongue dart deep into his mouth, as all the while her hand stroked up and down on his rigid, pulsing cock.
Sheila was in heaven. She had never even thought about what it would be like to have sex in a place like this, but now that it was about to actually happen, the idea seemed absolutely tremendous.
His hands moved down from her tits now, slipping across her stomach until finally his fingers were entwined in the soft hair of her snatch. She could feel her cunt begin to tingle and quiver in anticipation.
"Ooooohhhhh… yessss… touch it," she whispered, lifting her crotch off his thigh so that he could slip his fingers into her panting pussy.
After tantalizing her for several more seconds, he responded by driving his finger deep inside her parted cunt lips, causing her to wriggle wildly beneath the water.
"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she groaned, beginning to push herself up and down on his finger, as all the while her own fingers continued to wrap themselves around his bulging prick. Somewhere in the back of her mind Sheila became aware that she was no longer sore; the morning's skiing must have taken care of it, she thought dreamily.
"Nice…" Ted murmured, feeling her hot clit swell quickly in his fingers. Foreplay was fine, he thought to himself, but not now.
He wanted his cock in her cunt; nothing else.
And he wanted it right now.
Lifting her off of him with both hands, Ted turned Sheila around so that her body was facing in the same direction as his own.
Then, with both hands spreading her ass cheeks wide, he began to lower her through the swirling, hot water toward his rigid pole. When his cockhead was securely lodged in the entrance to her pussy, he pushed upward while puffing down on her.
"Aaaahhhh," she whimpered, feeling his cock begin to work its way into her starving pansy. It felt fantastic beneath the water, like she was almost weightless.
She spread her legs even wider.
He pushed again. It was halfway in now.
Sheila began to gyrate her hips, inviting more and more of his cock inside her, until finally it was all the way in. Her ass was resting in his lap as his hands reached around from behind and fondled her jiggling tits.
"Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck my cunt… fuck me hard…"
He responded by dropping his hands from her tits and grabbing her ass. Then, slowly at first, but with more and more speed as their combined excitement grew, he began to slide her entire body up and down on his hungry meat.
Her juice was flowing even more hotly now, but Sheila forgot about that as a new delight in this kind of fucking was revealed to her.
Each time he almost pulled his cock from her cunt, she could feel an odd, exciting pressure within her cunt. On about the third stroke she recognized it for what it was a vacuum being formed inside her pussy.
Wow.
In and out, in and out he plunged, gathering speed and momentum with each thrust. Her body was coming partially out of the water now, and the sight of her blonde hair and smooth, well-formed back, made his cock begin to rage and shudder inside the clinging depths of her pussy.
"Harder… harder," she moaned, her ragged breaths coming in time with their thrusts. She could feel something bubbling up inside her.
"Make me come… oh please, make me come," she pleaded, wildly riding up and down on his probing, driving cock.
Then suddenly his cock seemed to grow to twice its size inside her pussy, exploding in a wild rush of hot cum, and sending her pussy into a wild series of pulsating, quivering, explosions of its own.
"Aaarrrghhhh!" she practically screamed as her body was wracked with the force of their simultaneous orgasm.
"Yesssss!" he groaned, spewing his cum into her wriggling, undulating cunt in waves of sticky jism.
For fully half a minute they continued to slam into each other, neither wanting it to end, both hanging on until every last drop of cum and cunt-juice was drained from their bodies.
Finally it was over.
Sheila felt relaxed, happy.
It had been a fantastic fuck. Better, even than her fuck with John. But it was beginning to get late. Some of the early skiers would be getting back from the mountain.
So what?
It really didn't seem to matter as much to her any more. Still, there was no point in tempting fate.
"Sheila?" he asked, his voice arousing her from her reverie.
"Hmmmmm?"
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"
"Well…"
"It won't be just me. There'll be three or four people there. It'll be, ah, interesting, to say the least."
"Ill think about it and give you a call, all right? I've got a friend, and I think she and her boy friend and I were supposed to go out to dinner tonight."
"Well, bring them with you."
"I'll call you."