1 comments/ 52341 views/ 6 favorites Sandy's Turn By: Archer2050 Sandy had already thrown open the door before common sense told her it was a mistake. The light of the bright afternoon woke her up from her blind rage and she realized what a mess she was. Quickly she closed the door again, not all the way, though, because she needed to first deal with whoever had knocked. If it was a cop, slamming the door in his face wouldn't be good. She kept the door ajar and hid behind it, showing just enough of herself to, hopefully, make it through a conversation. In the half second the door had been wide open, though, Sandy saw that her visitor was a woman, and she was wearing some kind of uniform. Hiding behind the door, Sandy wondered if that was as good of a look as the woman had gotten of her. The woman was backlit by the sun, so details were few, but the sun would've been shining right on Sandy. It was very possible the woman had seen the cum...not that she would have known what it was. Of course, Sandy's exposed breasts might have helped clued the woman in, and those would've been visible no matter where the sun was. Sandy was violently shaking as she tried to cover herself behind the door. She forgot to even say "hello" to whoever it was. "Are you okay? Sandy?" Oh God, Sandy thought. The woman knew her name. But who could it be? And then she realized who the voice belonged to. The woman had the long blonde hair and the trademark black sunglasses to match. It was Molly. The mail carrier. Not a cop uniform. A postal uniform. Stupid fucking guys. They'd flipped out and ran away over nothing. On the good side, at least Molly was cool. She was one of the few adults who was nice to Sandy and didn't have to be. She was 39, but she didn't talk down to Sandy, who was just 18. They hadn't talked a lot, but enough to be on a first name basis. Sometimes, when she was really lonely, Sandy would wait on the front porch for Molly to deliver the mail, just so she could say hi. "Sandy?" Molly repeated, this time much more concerned. Sandy had never shied from her before. Besides, Molly had seen the girl in that brief moment the door had been open. Other than seeing deep anger on Sandy's usually bored face, Molly saw that Sandy's shirt was open and there was no bra covering her young, pointy breasts. She hadn't had enough time to notice the cum, but seeing the disheveled state was enough to raise suspicions of rape. When Sandy still didn't say anything, Molly tried to push through the door, but only gently. "Sandy? I'm going to come inside, okay? You can cover up first if you want. Is there anyone else in the house with you?" The door slowly opened. Sandy stood there, her arms crossed over her chest. Her shirt was still unbuttoned, but at least her breasts were covered by the fabric. Molly saw what she first thought were tears on Sandy's face, but then she realized the truth, and feared the worst. "Oh God, baby," Molly said, her maternal instinct taking over. Molly had no kids, but she knew Sandy's mom was always working, and right now the girl needed a mother. "What happened? Who did this to you?" "Nothing," Sandy said, sniffling. Molly, of course, misunderstood the reason for the tears, so Sandy knew she had to explain. "It was my fault. I mean, I invited them. I told them they could." Not wanting to keep standing in the open like this, Molly came fully inside, dropped the mail bag, and closed the door. Then Sandy told her the whole story. She had invited the three young guys from down the block inside, promising them blowjobs, and expecting sex afterwards. She swallowed the cum of one of them, then got a surprise facial from another, and the leader of the trio came on her face and breasts. But just then Molly's knock had scared them off, and now Sandy was alone, feeling like an idiot and a slut. Molly felt terrible, of course, but she insisted to Sandy that this was not the best way to deal with boys. "I didn't do it so they'd like me," Sandy said. "I just wanted to...I wanted to have an orgasm." That surprised Molly. But even more surprising was finding out that Sandy had been trying to achieve orgasm for years, and to no avail. Molly considered herself the perfect person for Sandy to talk about these things with, but after suggesting porn, toys, and techniques, she discovered that Sandy had already tried all of them. And nothing worked. Molly didn't want to tell Sandy that it was sometimes easier to get yourself off then to have a guy do it. But that would really make her feel bad. Oddly, as experienced as Molly was in such matters, she found that she had no good advice to give. She needed time to think of something. "How about we clean up a little? And then we can talk some. Okay?" "That's okay. You have your job. I don't want you getting into trouble. I'll be okay." "Honey," Molly said, smiling big. "The mail can wait." Sandy kept the door to the bathroom open as she stood in front of the mirror, completely topless, and cleaned herself with a wet washcloth. Molly took the hint and stayed just outside the door, not looking in, but staying close enough to keep the girl company. "I'm really sorry I ruined it for you, Sandy. Your mailbox was full of ice, and so I couldn't put it there. I can't just leave it on the ground, so I knocked--" "It's okay. You didn't know," Sandy said. "Besides, I don't know if those guys would've given me a turn anyway." "Then why'd you pick them?" Molly felt stupid as soon as she said it. She knew Sandy had real troubles when it came to boys. She didn't think Sandy was ugly, but she also knew that probably wasn't the popular opinion at Sandy's school. She was a short, plump girl, and didn't do much to enhance her appearance. "I didn't care who it was," Sandy said. "I just wanted sex. And that was all they wanted, so I figured it would be okay." "I won't get into the whole casual sex thing with you, Sandy. But if you're going to do it, it should at least be with someone you like. Maybe you have a friend who feels the same way. If you just talked to them, maybe you could find out without really asking. You know?" "The only friends I have are girls," Sandy said, shooting the idea down. "And it's not like they ever ask me to hang out with them anyway." Molly thought about that for a long time. She recalled a night not too long ago when she had very unexpectedly made love to another woman. It still troubled her, because she didn't yet know how she felt about it, although she knew it had felt incredible, and physically she wanted to do it again. Then she shook that thought away and wondered if maybe that was part of Sandy's problem. Maybe she was so uncomfortable around guys because she really favored girls. Could something like that be subconscious? It didn't seem so, but Molly had never seriously fantasized about women until she'd already been with one just a couple weeks ago. "Girls can help each other out, too," Molly said. Part of her had wanted to say that, just in case it would serve as some revelation for Sandy. But part of her was still day-dreaming about that night with Karen, and Molly's words had come out more or less on their own. Molly's daze kept her from fully understanding the possible weight of her words, or the possible inference. But Sandy immediately wondered if that had been Molly's way of making a pass at her. It was such an odd thing to say. Molly was married to a guy. But had she learned of sex from her high school girlfriends? Was that a normal thing that people just kept secret? Here Sandy was, half naked in the bathroom, standing feet away from a woman she barely knew, but who also happened to be the only person besides her mom and the three boys today that had ever seen her bare breasts. Was Molly giving genuinely good advice, or making an offer? No, Sandy thought. That was crazy. Obviously Molly was just trying to help. She was a married woman, a professional, and was about as different from Sandy as she could possibly be. Even if Molly was into women, she could have much more beautiful partners than Sandy. Molly had kept talking, oblivious to the confusion she'd created. But Sandy wasn't hearing her. Instead, she was starting to focus on herself, and the nervous, tingly feeling that was spreading through her body as she thought about the mere possibility of Molly having a sexual interest in her. Sandy felt her nipples hardening, and confirmed it by checking them in the mirror. It was nerve-wracking moment, but Sandy decided she had to try something, hopeless and dangerous as it seemed. "Could you help me get it out of my hair?" Sandy asked over her shoulder. She had cleaned up all of the cum from her body except for the drops clinging in her hair, and whatever had dribbled onto her pants. Molly came into the bathroom, but was shocked when she saw that Sandy was still topless, and was making no effort to cover up. The girl was always so shy, so why the boldness now? Or had they been through enough today to reach this new level of friendship and intimacy? After all, it wasn't so uncommon for even young girls to casually see each other naked. Sandy handed Molly a brush and a washcloth, and Molly went to work, though there was very little to do. Only a few scattered drops here and there. Most of them weren't on the back of her head, either, so Molly had to get closer and lean in to try and rub out the drops of sperm in the front. She started at Sandy's bangs, then worked down one side, then the other. Sandy didn't do much with her hair. It was straight, black, and long. But Molly thought it looked quite beautiful up close. Very shiny, and full. As she moved down, she saw that the strands of hair ended almost exactly at the girl's nipples, and it was then that she noticed those very nipples were hard and erect. She looked at Sandy, but Sandy only kept watching in the mirror. So Molly looked to the mirror, and through the reflection, their eyes locked. Nothing was said, but a lot of questions were asked. And at least one was answered. Molly went back to work, washing out the last of the cum with the cloth, then started with the brush. She ran it through Sandy's long, black strands, going slow but strong. She heard Sandy let out the quietest of moans a couple times, but otherwise all was dead quiet in the tiny bathroom. Molly took a long time brushing Sandy's hair. She was nervous about what might happen when she stopped. She didn't want to do anything with this young, obviously impressionable girl. But she couldn't deny that the flutter that was in her stomach when she had first started up with Karen that one night was there again. Molly stopped brushing and the two looked into each other's eyes through the mirror. Sandy made the first move, and Molly was too stunned and scared to do anything but watch. Sandy unfastened her pants, shrugged them off her hips, then let them drop to the floor. Molly just stared. And then Sandy began to slip her panties down, revealing a fat, bald pussy. "Sandy, I..." "Can you help me?" Sandy asked. Her voice gave away her nervousness. "Or at least tell me what I'm doing wrong?" Molly said nothing. But Sandy took that as an acceptance, and so she pulled her pants back up and led Molly up the stairs to her bedroom. Sandy was at least as shocked by her own behavior as Molly was. But Molly had been so nice to her, and most of all she'd been understanding. She had only chastised her a little for giving those punk kids blowjobs, and that was to be expected from even the most understanding best friend. But most of what Molly had to say was said in terms of helping her, not making her feel stupid or that her needs were trivial. This was what kept Sandy going up the stairs and into the bedroom. But what got her naked was the surprisingly good feeling that washed over her. She was very shy, and the shy part of her didn't like being naked. But the sexual part of her liked it very, very much. Just like when she'd been with the boys. Showing off her breasts had helped release one sexual energy, and brought life to a new one. Showing Molly her vagina in the bathroom had instantly got her dripping. Sandy led Molly into the bedroom, to the end of the bed. Molly sat down and waited, still shocked beyond words. Sandy stripped down to nothing, moving fast because, despite how good getting naked felt, it was still frightening. But she faced the fear head on, and when completely naked, Sandy came to the bed, sat next to Molly, leaned back a little, and nervously spread her legs. For Sandy, it was no or ever. She'd done all she could. Now the ball was in the other woman's court. Molly couldn't make eye contact, either because eyes were too personal at the moment, or the sight of the young meaty vagina was too amazing to look away. In spite of how bad she knew this was, Molly knew she couldn't reject Sandy even if she wanted to. She had just said that even girl friends can help each other out. And Sandy needed a friend. And the poor girl certainly never opened herself up like this for anyone else before. It would have been traumatic for her to be turned down, right? Molly raised a hand and slowly reached for the soft, wet flesh between Sandy's quivering legs. Upon touching her, Molly felt instant heat. Sandy was very wet. And so, Molly realized, was she. Molly then realized she'd been tricked, whether on purpose or not. Sandy had said she wanted Molly to tell her what she was doing wrong, as if she would masturbate herself and Molly would just look on. But somehow Sandy had invited Molly to do the touching, and Molly had inadvertently accepted the invitation. When her fingers found the young girl's hard clit, Molly decided that she was glad it had turned out this way. Sandy moaned and shivered at Molly's touch, but then they melted together, Molly's hand slipping further down, her fingers already glistening from the young girl's wetness by the time they pushed inside her. Molly slid one finger in right away, but soon added a second. She tried to go slow, not wanting to go too deep too fast, but this only teased Sandy. The girl rolled her hips against Molly's palm, wanting more and wanting it now. Molly could do nothing but oblige. She finger fucked the young girl. It wasn't just Molly's fingers that were thrusting in and out of the tight, sopping, sucking hole; her wrist was in on the action, and then her whole arm worked to give Sandy the best finger thrashing of her life. Sitting side by side, the positioning at first had been fine for a teasing-caliber fingering, but to really give it to her, Molly needed to turn around, use her other hand, and face her partner. And so she did. Sandy was crying out and gasping the whole time. She had never had a problem getting pleasure from masturbation. In fact, she'd spent entire evenings moaning, sweating, thrashing and bucking against her hand or a toy, clinging to the edge of what was sure to be an incredible orgasm; she'd just never quite reached that final explosion. So having Molly do this to her felt great, and the thrill of it being not just another person but another woman made it all the better. Molly was standing, leaning over Sandy who laid out on her back on the bed, her legs spread high and wide, her plump belly and pointy tits jiggling, nipples pointing toward the ceiling. Molly's hand cupped Sandy's crotch as she dug her fingers inside and pounded the young cunt. The girl was so wet, it was easy to go fast and deep despite how tight the pussy was, and the squishing sounds it made as the fingers jerked into it filled the room. Since Molly was fully clothed, a part of her still tried to pretend this wasn't about attraction. It was just a friend helping a friend. She knew she was still discovering her lesbian side, but this didn't count. Karen had been young, but Sandy was younger, and much less experienced. But Molly couldn't outrun the truth for long. It was cold outside, but in the house even the naked girl on the bed was sweating by now. And Molly still had all her clothes on, including the warm uniform jacket. The added heat caused Molly more shortness of breath than she might have otherwise had, and it helped her fall into the trap this girl had unconsciously set. Beads of sweat trickled down Molly's forehead. Her upper lip was moist. She was breathing harder and harder, and the exertion of finger banging Sandy wasn't helping. She tried changing positions, putting her free hand on Sandy's shoulder to try and take off some of the weight of leaning over her, but that only put more of Molly's skin in contact with Sandy's young, slippery flesh. Though she made a mental note not to do it, Molly gave up on the shoulder and moved to hold Sandy's sweaty, bouncing breast. Soon the short breaths were too frequent, and Molly was just too overheated both physically and mentally. She took her hands off Sandy and threw off her coat, but the rush and the intense feeling of stripping even just a jacket in front of the sexed up girl was too much, and Molly found herself unbuttoning her uniform shirt. Her nervous fingers fumbled at the buttons, and after taking way too long to get three undone, she just ripped the rest off and tossed her shirt back off her shoulders, not caring that it still trapped her arms around the elbows. Then Molly jumped onto Sandy, thrusting her breasts, huge and perfect and still trapped by her bra, into Sandy's face. Molly's hand was back between Sandy's thighs, fucking away, her thumb now rubbing the girl's clitoris furiously. Molly's instinct had been to kiss the girl, but she held off, still trying to resist giving herself away fully. She still felt guilty about doing this with someone was almost a minor. But she also felt a overwhelming rush of pleasure as Sandy tugged Molly's bra down, freeing her big, swinging breasts, and then taking one into her wide mouth and suckling it as if starving. Molly pawed at Sandy's smaller, less perfect but no less enticing breasts. Molly's boobs were big, heavy, and full orbs that would make any man turn his head. Sandy's, though half Mollys' age, were less than half as big, and were pointy and fleshy instead of round and full. Still, Molly loved the way they felt in her hands, and she couldn't wait to fit as much as of each one of them into her mouth. She salivated at the thought, and her cunt throbbed. But Molly was getting ahead of herself. She needed to take control. This wasn't about sex. It was about helping this poor girl get an orgasm. Molly had interrupted a chance. Then she'd offered, more or less, to help. But it was just supposed to be a simple thing. Full on sex was much more complicated. Molly needed to slow things down and concentrate. As good as this all felt, it would be more appropriate to just get Sandy her climax, and then be done with it all. That was how it needed to be. And concentrate Molly did. Though it was almost painful to keep herself from going further on, Molly kept finger fucking Sandy enthusiastically while letting the girl slobber all over her breasts. Even that felt good enough to keep Molly panting, but she promised that was all the further she'd go. Sandy, meanwhile, was feeling about as good as she ever had. Molly was driving her crazy with her fingers in her pussy, and had made her so wet that her ass was soaked from sitting on the saturated bedspread. And when Molly had opened her shirt and pushed her breasts in her face, Sandy was shocked but excited that this afternoon was going to take her places she never before imagined. Those big, white breasts were suddenly the only thing Sandy wanted, and no matter how much she licked them, how hard she sucked them, or how much of the milky flesh she fit between her lips, Sandy just couldn't get enough. She burrowed her face in Molly's cleavage, smearing her own saliva all over herself, only to lick and lick some more. Sandy's Turn Her own nipples were on fire, her cunt was buzzing with delight, and Sandy's body was shuddering from over-stimulation. But still she would not orgasm. A few times she cried out and bit into the air, as if hoping she could catch a climax in her teeth and swallow it down, but her ultimate target stayed just out of reach. After several minutes, Molly could see this wasn't working. Sandy had been on edge for so long, but no matter what Molly did with her hand at the girl's pussy, the orgasm still eluded her. To make matters worse, Molly's fingers, wrist and arm were all cramping up. Molly couldn't maintain, much less increase, her speed or power. Eventually she just had to stop. But she couldn't afford to take a break. Sandy was close, after all. Maybe she just needed a change in technique to push her over the edge. It would probably take no more than a few flicks of the tongue, Molly thought, as she hesitantly pulled her breasts from Sandy's face and moved down, squatting at the end of the bed between Sandy's legs, and moving her own face in between them. At first, a few licks was all Molly gave. From Sandy's reaction to the first touch of Molly's tongue to her soaking pussy lips, Molly knew it wouldn't take more than a couple licks concentrated on the clit to get Sandy screaming. But Molly did that, and though Sandy did cry out and buck and thrash about, there was still no orgasm. Molly wondered if maybe Sandy was having orgasms, but they just weren't registering enough for the inexperienced girl to tell, but Sandy's calls of "I'm so close!" mixed about with all the other things she was yelling suggested otherwise. With all the passion this girl obviously had, it seemed hard to believe that she could mistake her own climax with just feeling really, really good. And so Molly gave a few more licks. And a few more. Then she started sucking Sandy's clit, gently at first, and then progressively harder. Sandy screamed and howled, but never 'snapped' into oblivion. Finally Molly gave in and just started eating Sandy's fat little cunt out as best as she knew how. Molly had very little experience eating pussy, but she'd done great the first time, and it was easy to imagine what another woman would want to feel. And so Molly gave it to the girl, making love to her soft, fleshy lips, tonguing her tunnel, and lapping up all the juices that Sandy could offer. "Oh God!" Sandy cried out. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!" This only drove Molly further insane. She reached under her partner and grabbed a big ass cheek in each hand and squeezed, pulling Sandy harder against her face. Molly lapped passionately at Sandy' cunt and clit, soon getting so worked up that there wasn't enough for her to do and she simply had to move on to something else. There was a split second moment when Molly tried to justify the move, telling herself that if eating the girl out wasn't working yet, she'd have to take it up a notch. But Molly knew she wanted more just as much as Sandy seemed to need it. But there was a bigger problem now, too. Molly had gotten so excited herself, now even she was desperate to climax. As she got up to change positions, she noticed the sun outside was going down. She knew what time of the day it was just from looking at the sky. It was a trick she'd learned by being outside so much. And from the way things looked now, she figured she must have been in here with Sandy for nearly forty minutes! Forty minutes of getting herself worked up, all while keeping Sandy on edge. But still not past it. And now, as hard as she tried not to, Molly was reaching that point of no return. And she was too hot to find humor in the irony. Molly stood up, kicked off her shoes, tugged off her pants and panties, but still didn't bother taking off her shirt which, though still wide open, had made it back onto her shoulders. She jumped onto Sandy again, feeling for the first time the girl's soft, wet, nude body against her own. This time Molly did kiss the girl, hard and wild, and they hugged each other and wrestled, tossing about on the bed, legs flailing. Finally their crotches joined together and instantly they began humping, grinding, and slapping their wet cunts against each other. Sandy, being inexperienced and the least aggressive despite her aroused state, did what she could to add to the passion, but Molly was the one truly leading the charge. She bucked her hips hard, driving her hot, angry, engorged pussy almost violently against Sandy's fat lips and ringing clit. The bed shook and even jumped, thumping back onto the floor so powerfully that the other furniture in the room shifted. Sweat poured off their bodies and even flung into the air. They grunted like wild animals, howled like beasts, and gasped as if drowning, but still they could not reach climax. Their fucking had become a marathon that, despite all the hard work it took, they were determined to finish. Molly was beginning to wonder if she had caught whatever it was that had kept Sandy from orgasm. As riled up as she was, as primed and hot and beyond ready, Molly knew she should've been able to orgasm, even on accident. But now she was desperately trying to get release, and all she could manage was finding another impossible level of arousal at which to be kept at bay and teased at. It felt indescribably good, but it was also exceedingly frustrating. If Molly had been able to think it through, she would've chosen the eternal bliss she was experiencing now over a short moment of colossal orgasm any day. But her body wasn't listening. It needed to let go. She thrust harder, kissed deeper, and willed herself like never before. For that moment, Molly was only scarcely aware that this had all started so Sandy could get her climax. Suddenly Molly became aware of a shadow that was out of place. She didn't know how she noticed anything at all in her state, but she turned her head to look, and through her glossed over eyes she saw two male figures standing in the room. Molly blinked and slowed her humping enough to see more clearly. Her heart stopped as she recognized two young boys from down the block. They were watching her. "God!" she exclaimed. "What are you...fuck!" But that was all Molly could gasp out. Despite being caught by high school senior punk kids, despite being in a position that could get her fired and exiled from the town, maybe even the state, Molly kept humping Sandy, and made no effort to cover up. She still needed to orgasm. And getting there felt too fucking good to stop for any reason. The only excuse she had for staying slow and listening for an answer was because she knew how these guys had treated Sandy, and that this was probably the last thing the girl wanted them to see. Probably, Molly thought. And hoped. Because at this point, Molly was so far gone and out of control the last thing she wanted to do was give up, stop, and try to handle this situation. Despite the dangers involved, she didn't care if the boys watched. But if Sandy was uncomfortable, and she likely was, this would have to be it. Until she knew, however, Molly kept up the humping... "We came to see Sandy," one of them said. The one with the spiky blond hair. "Get the fuck out of here, you guys!" Sandy panted. She still wasn't stopping, either. It would make sense that she didn't care what the guys thought of her. She hadn't cared about what they thought when she offered to blow them. She just wanted to do it to help her reach orgasm, which is what she was trying to do now, but with Molly. "You came all over me and then you just fucking left!" "But we came back because it was your turn," Spiky said. "We thought the cops were here," the one with the brown bangs said. "And we left Ashton at home. It wasn't cool what he did to you, cumming on your face without warning like that. We didn't think you'd want him here." "So..." Sandy gasped, finally slowing down a little and giving them attention. "You mean you want to fuck me?" Sandy still humped against Molly, who was only half listening to it all. "Yeah, baby," Spiky said. "I want to make you cum!" Those were the magic words, as Sandy had never even told the guys that that was all she was really after. Her humping speed and power increased ten fold, as did Molly's in response. The idea that these three young guys--usually jerks, but always pretty good looking--were here to service her was more than Sandy had ever fantasized about. Desperately horny, she reached out with a hand toward Spiky, who removed his pants as he approached. It had been about an hour since he had cum on her face and breasts, and his dick was fully erect, more than ready for round two. Molly didn't know what to think. These young guys had come back for Sandy, but now that she was here, too, did they expect her to service them or let them fuck her? Though she'd come close several times lately, Molly hadn't yet totally given herself to a man besides her husband. There was one young man, another high school senior on her route, whom she desperately wanted, but her love for her husband had kept her from getting involved in a full blown affair. Still, she cared for this young man, and he cared for her. If she was going to cheat and fuck some other man, it had to be him. Otherwise is would be like she was cheating on her husband AND her lover. But Sandy had done more damage than Molly thought. Molly was reluctantly climbing off Sandy, making room for Spiky to get in between the girl's thighs with his young cock, when Molly felt a cold hand on her bare ass, then a solid force from behind, pressing at the tight hole just above her dripping pussy. Normally Molly would have jumped forward, away from the intruder, and then come back at him with closed fists. But she was still impossibly horny, and pathetically desperate for climax. Sandy had brought her as close to the edge as Molly had ever been without going over, and then left her there. The interruption of the guys explaining themselves had done nothing to cool Molly down. So when she felt the good, hard cock pushing slowly past her anus, her physical instinct was to push back, and her mind agreed. That didn't mean she didn't hate herself as she humped back against whoever was behind her, fucking for all his life was worth. She felt terrible. But Molly was in too much need, and everything felt too fucking good to just take a breath and walk away. She was still teetering on that edge, and the cock slamming her sweaty bud was promising to deliver. "Oh fuck, Mrs. Tanner," the boy fucking her grunted. "I hope this is okay." Recognizing the voice, Molly didn't know if he meant the act itself or his ability to do it, and she didn't care. "Yes! God, yes! Don't stop, Benji! Don't you fucking stop!" God, Molly thought. I'm being fucked by a kid. Named Benji. And he called me 'Mrs. Tanner'! And I'm begging him to keep it up! She felt awful doing this, but her pussy flooded with juices that ran down her leg. She thought for sure that meant she was going to cum, but it still didn't happen, even as Benji kept pounding away. Molly leaned over to Sandy, kissed her on the mouth again, and then ducked down, hoping that an earlier unrealized desire would help push her over the limit. Molly took one of Sandy's pointy breasts in her mouth and sucked. She got an amazingly large portion of the tit in her mouth, and even felt the hard nipple tickle the back of her throat. Sandy cried out, though Molly was sure that also had something to do with whatever Spiky (she couldn't recall the kid's name) was doing between Sandy's legs. Molly was thinking that as she brought a hand to her own clit, rubbing it furiously to help spur on an orgasm. And it was that action paired with the thought of Sandy getting fucked that gave Molly an idea. She let the young tit fall wetly from her mouth, then scooted down to Sandy's crotch. Spiky was, as expected, pounding away into Sandy's gushing pussy. As much as Molly loved cock and as excited as she'd recently become about pussy, seeing the two merging for the first time from strangers' bodies was a great, erotic thrill. And the full body throb she got as she bucked hard against the young man fucking her ass with every ounce of his energy only helped. Shaking, shuddering, and desperate, crying and hyperventilating, obsessed and as focused as she'd ever been, Molly opened her mouth and planted her lips right onto Sandy's hard clitoris while Spiky pumped the pussy just below. She flicked the young girl's nub with her tongue once, twice, then three times. Spiky kept plunging in and drawing out, his taut belly brushing against the side of Molly's face. Benji, still fucking, but with faster, shorter strokes, bent over onto Molly's back, reaching under and grabbing her freely swinging breasts, his fingers instantly tugging her nipples. Sandy grabbed Molly's head to make sure it stayed there, with Molly's lips and tongue at her clit. And then Sandy finally, spectacularly, lost it. She howled as though she'd been pushed from a plane with no parachute, except there was no fear in this scream, only disbelief; disbelief at the intense, full body, even out of body pleasures that starburst in every pore of her existence. She thrashed on the bed like a girl possessed, which of course she was, but the demon coming out this time was the ever so elusive orgasm. Her body went as tight as it had ever been, every muscle constricted to the limit. She shut her eyes tight, and when they opened, a flood of tears poured out. And then Sandy was scared, because the intensity of the climax was so high, and it just kept getting higher, hitting her in wave after wave, an onslaught of exquisite sensation, she feared that her body might literally begin to separate into pieces if it couldn't handle the overload. The experience was simply becoming too much for her to handle. But handle it she did. And as she did, the others handled theirs. Molly felt Benji's thick, gooey load fill her ass as he rammed into her as hard as ever, which was the straw that broke the camel's back for her own orgasm. She broke down and went into spasms, pushing against the cock in her ass but also sucking hard on Sandy's clit as the girl continued to go wild. Molly entered a heightened state of perception, as she could feel every fiber touching her body as if she was concentrating on it; the bedspread on her knees, Sandy's skin against her arms and face, the fresh, scalding cum in her ass, the cock prying her open, the firm hands squeezing her tits and palming her hard nipples, the thousands of beads of sweat that clung to her skin. As the orgasm crashed over her, Molly didn't breathe for a very long time, and when she finally did, she had to gasp for air as if she'd been underwater for a minute too long. It was while she was gasping that she became aware of Spiky about to orgasm, too. He grunted and moaned, but still he fucked Sandy's cunt. In an unbelievable moment of clarity, Molly knew Sandy wasn't prepared to have a guy cum inside of her. She doubted the newly deflowered girl was on the pill, and even if she was, it wasn't a risk the girl needed to take. And apparently the kid didn't know any better. So Molly pulled him out but jerked him off, knowing he deserved it for helping Sandy achieve her goal. Molly didn't really want him to cum on her face, but with her position and no time there wasn't anywhere else for the cum to go. He splashed her with two hard spurts to the face. One spurt hit her temple, and then spilled down below her eye and covered her cheek all the way down to her chin, with some even going up and across her forehead. The other hit her ear and then went on deep into her hair. By then Molly had aimed him away from her face, but his further spurts coated her neck and even got as far as her breasts a few times before settling to a dribble on Sandy's thigh. The whole group moaned and groaned as they caught their breath together for what seemed like another hour. And, in fact, it may just have been another hour, for Molly had become lost in thought over what she had just done. Fucking Karen had been a different matter. It was another woman. The same could be said for Sandy. But Molly had let this eighteen year old kid on her mail route fuck her ass and cum inside of her. She was too shocked and disappointed with herself to move. She just laid on the bed on her stomach, with him softening out of her, then hardening and going back in a while later. She didn't want to do it again, but it felt good, and so she decided, rather passively, to let him. Beside her, Spiky and Sandy were at it again, too. This time Spiky was on the bottom. Molly turned her head, looked up at Sandy, and saw a smile of absolute bliss on the normally depressed girl's face. She was glowing. Though fucking her ass might have been heaven for Benji, for Molly, now, it was little more than a nice massage in a very personal area. She put up with it a while longer, moved to tell him to stop, but before she could say the words, he had pulled out and jerked himself off between her ass cheeks, spraying a small load of cum onto the small of her back, thankfully missing the tangled uniform shirt she still wore. Molly left the others without a word, though she at least gave Sandy a smile that she hoped came off as genuine. Yes, Molly had helped another person out, but at what cost? She helped herself to the shower, but only had time to wet and clean her backside before realizing she had too much route left and too little sunlight in which to finish it. She dressed and rushed out the door. As she left, she could hear Sandy's bed thumping, and the sounds of the people on it moaning. Though that part of the story was a happy ending, Molly knew she'd made a very big mistake that she could not take back. And yet all she could think about was doing it again...this time with a young man named John who just happened to have a freakishly strong sex drive and a much, much bigger cock. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Sandy, check out 'Sandy'. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Molly, check out 'Picture Window', 'Delivery From Molly', 'Molly's Treat', 'Molly's Facial', 'Flash', and 'Focus'.