Chapter 12: Sara Changes Her Mind, A Lot

Lesa was awakened by the soft light of morning before either of her bedmates. She lay there for a moment listened to the sounds of gentle breathing coming from Leslie, and the less than gentle snoring from her closest bedmate.

Moving slowly to avoid waking him, Lesa maneuvered herself down Jake's torso until she could take his morning erection into her mouth. His snoring stopped as soon as she closed her lips over his shaft and began drawing them up the shaft to the flare of his glans. On her third trip down the shaft she heard, "That feels fabulous, and I hate to interrupt you, but I have to pee something awful. Please let me up before I fatally embarrass myself."

Lesa drew her tight lips over the tip and released it with a sucking pop. "Just hurry back," she admonished as she made room for Jake to roll out of the bed.

The motion induced into the mattress by the two bodies shuffling around woke Leslie. "Good morning," she said through sleepy eyes. "Does everyone feel as free and alive as me this morning?"

"Good morning," Jake said leaning around the bathroom door before retreating behind it.

"Good morning, Leslie." Lesa echoed. "You sound chipper. I was concerned that I shocked your sensibilities beyond recovery last night."

"It would not have been pretty if I had I awaked alone in bed this morning. However, since neither of you abandoned me for being such a nasty slut, I thought I would make the best of being a nasty slut for the two of you." Leslie replied, not totally joking.

"You're a long way from being a nasty slut, Leslie. You're not the one who was butt-fucked unconscious," Lesa observed.

"If there's a nasty slut in here, I hope she sticks around," Jake remarked as he returned to the bed and stretched out on top of Leslie. They easily felt each other's heat through the thin sheet that separated them.

"I need to brush my teeth before giving you a proper kiss, Jake." Leslie explained why she was turning her head to avoid Jake's questing lips.

"Whoops, I'm sure that goes double for me," Jake remarked as he rolled off Leslie and resumed his position between the two women.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. The door swung open as Sara Johnson asked, "What's going on in here? I expected to find Jake and Leslie in the guest room. Did I miss the orgy?"

"Pretty much," Leslie replied. "I think Jake is looking for a rematch, but Lesa and I haven't recovered. Ditch your T-shirt and climb in."

Sara pulled the oversize garment over her head and climbed over the foot of the bed wearing a pair of white crew socks and a big smile.

"You guys are going to kill me!" Jake croaked, but his eyes were locked on the jiggling jugs swaying toward him as Sara closed the gap on her hands and knees. Jake almost fell into the feral eyes that wrested his attention from the swaying pink-tipped breasts.

Sara appeared to be more heavily muscled than Leslie. Where Leslie had to protect her delicate white skin from the Sun, Sara had a rich tan from hours of worshiping the Sun totally nude.

Sara maintained eye contact with Jake as her mouth closed over half of Jake's shaft. His head snapped back and his eyes opened impossibly wide. It was almost as though he was being electrocuted when Sara applied suction, circled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger tightly enough to hold him down, and slid her mouth up and off the tip. Reversing direction, she absorbed his entire length, swallowing the head into her throat and sinking down until her nose was in the thick patch of dark pubic hair above the base of this shaft.

"Gah!" was all Jake could articulate with his wiring was short-circuited by the intense sensations generated by Sara's talented mouth and throat.

"Holy shit!" Leslie whispered. "She's doing the 'deep throat' thing. I didn't think it was possible with someone Jake's size. That's SO HOT!"

"You and I should let Sara have her turn, Leslie." Lesa suggested, "How about helping me fix breakfast for everyone?"

"Sure," Leslie headed for the door, watching the rutting pair as long as possible. Lesa had reached for a robe, but shrugged and followed the naked girl out of the room, equally naked.

Jake finally got Sara's attention by beating on her shoulder with his fist. "Sixty-nine" was all he could articulate.

Sara backed off just far enough and for no longer than was necessary for the two of them to rotate ninety degrees in opposite directions. This had the pair lying across the large bed, addressing each other face to crotch.

For the second time in twelve hours Jake was treated to a breathtaking example of womanhood. Sara was very different, but every bit as beautiful as Leslie. The smooth, golden brown skin was exposed to a degree never intended for mortal eyes. With the heels of his hands on the points of the pelvic bones that framed her flat abdomen, Jake lifted and guided her crotch to his mouth and began worshiping with his tongue what his eyes had been worshiping moments before.

Sara moaned her pleasure under all the attention, and again took the full measure of Jake's shaft; not stopping the downward motion until her chin was pressed into his abdomen and her nose into his scrotum.

As much as Jake loved the attention, he knew he couldn't hold out long, and if he lost it in her mouth, he didn't think he could possibly have enough left to do her pussy justice, and he suddenly wanted nothing more that to give that drooling pussy all the justice he could muster.

"I want it," Jake mumbled. "I want it, BAD!"

Rolling off of him and onto her back Sara assured him, "It's yours, Jake. Take as much as you want." She lifted her knees as Jake rolled on top and struggled up to align his dick with her tunnel.

He was about the give up when the head popped through the tight ring of muscles at the entrance and sank a couple of inches into her hot, moist, and silken vagina. God, she was tight! Her pussy was even tighter than Lesa's ass.

"Amazing," Jake voiced his admiration to Sara. "I can't believe how incredibly tight you are. I did get into the right hole, didn't I?"