Ms. Chung gets more spunk

At my suggestion, Susan Chung cut the crotch out of a black pair of pantyhose and pulled them on, slipped on the highest heels in her closet and donned her mustard-yellow realtor's jacket. With the bottom two buttons done, it covered her twat and ass, though just barely. The lapels covered her nipples but left the inner hemispheres of her tits bare. I offer her my arm and we left her house to go wake up Ms. Sorenson.

"Do I look nasty enough, baby?" she whispered in my ear as I took her home. "Do I look like something you just want to fuck and fuck and fuck 'til we're both raw!"

"Oh, you're nasty, Ms. Chung," I reassured her, pinching her ass hard. "Nasty as all fuck. I just can't wait to show Ms. Sorenson what a nasty slut you are!"

"Are we gonna have a three way?" she asked. "A hot, nasty three way? I fucking love that! Any position, any hole, just as long as it's hot, hard and nasty!"

"That's what I like about you, Ms. Chung," I said. "You're just so fucking flexible and so flexibly fuckable! And I imagine we'll get to a menage a trois eventually, but first, you'll need to wake up Ms. Sorenson. And, knowing you, you're going to want to do it in the nastiest way possible, right?"

"You know me so well!" she exclaimed, licking my ear.

"I do," I said, opening the front door of our house. "I know how much you love my spunk, since you didn't even wipe it off your face. And I know that you know that Ms. Sorenson has an ass full of the stuff. So can you guess how I think you should wake her up?"

The realtor gave a low, dirty chuckle and beamed.

"Oh, that's nasty!" she exclaimed. "I will so fucking do it!"

She ran to the back door as fast as her high heels would allow. I hurried behind, not wanting to miss it.

Ms. Sorenson still lay sprawled prone in the back yard, her head turned to one side, a vague, confused smile on her lips, dried spooge on her upper thighs.

"I am totally going to eat that ass!" Susan Chung announced, then threw off her jacket and dove for Ms. Sorenson's naked butt wearing only the crotchless hose.

I reached into Ms. Sorenson's head and removed the impetus to sleep. This was a special treat I had prepared just for her, after all.

As Susan Chung noisily lapped at her backside, my tormentor of the past 18 years began to moan in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around in utter bewilderment as if, for a moment, she didn't know where or who she was or even which way was up.

Then she screamed.

She jerked about to look behind her. She saw Susan's glossy black hair in the general vicinity of her ass, then looked up to see me grinning down at her.

"No!" she exclaimed. "Oh god, no! This can't be real! This can't be real!"

"Well, if it isn't real, you might as well enjoy it, Candi!" I pointed out.

"No!" she exclaimed, crawling forward. "No, I don't! I don't enjoy this! I...who?"

"This is my ass!" Susan Chung exclaimed as Ms. Sorenson wiggled away from her probing tongue. "My ass to eat!"

The realtor lunged forward and grabbed Ms. Sorenson around the thighs and dived in between her cheeks again.

"AaahGH!" Ms. Sorenseon exclaimed, and shook her ass back and forth in an attempt to escape. Ms. Chung responded by just pushing in harder and licking with more vigor.

"Come on now, Candi," I exclaimed, walking to her head and stroking her hair. "You know you like it."

"I don't like it!" she denied. "I...I....Aaaaay....I love it! Of fuck, I love it! It feels so good! So fucking good! Oh god yes! Yes! Eat my ass! Eat my ass, you nasty slut!"

Being called a nasty slut, of course, got Susan going even more voraciously. She reached in with her left hand and started mauling Ms. Sorenson's cunt with it. Candi started screaming out in ecstasy at that point. She came and came and came. And then she collapsed, quivering, as Susan grinned a nasty grin, crawled up her naked body, and kissed her full on the mouth.