Sarah Grey watched with girlish delight as Clifford Finch, her long time rival in the hunt for rare and remarkable things, undid the fly of his army trousers
"Oh my, Clifford," she gasped as he got it out for her. "That's quite the concealed weapon you've got there."
Sarah couldn't help but staring in flustered admiration at Clifford's big, long, thick, throbbing cock.
She was definitely the sort of woman who appreciated a big hard penis and Clifford's was quite possibly the largest she had ever seen.
"You know what you need to do now," Clifford said, gesturing over to the second carving, where the Goddess Allessia was taking her lover in her mouth.
"Yes, indeed," Sarah replied, not even pretending to hide her enthusiasm.
Maybe it was just how extremely turned on she felt from being in that room surrounded by those highly erotic carvings, but now that she had seen it, she was pretty sure she would have sucked Clifford's cock in any case.
She knelt down in front of him, ready to worship his cock with her mouth.
First she ran her hands over its length, marvelling at how big and thick and hard it felt, her heart beating with anticipation.
Then she gently kissed him at the base where his shaft met his balls. She stretched out her tongue and licked the underside of his shaft then sank her open mouth over it, feeling him fill her up.
He felt so good inside her mouth. It made her feel hot and wild and sexy sucking and licking on his rock hard cock.
She heard him moan in pleasure as she licked him up and down and took him deep inside her until she could feel the straining head of his cock pushing against the back of his throat.
Glancing sideways, she saw the second crystal turn blue.
"My turn," she said, still crouched in front of him with his cock thrusting into her face.
Clifford looked over at the crystal too and it's deep, bright blue. "I don't think it's ready yet."
"Bullshit," she said, standing up. "My turn."
As she stood in front of him, she whipped off her vest top and threw it away into the centre of the room. Her sensible sports bra followed.
She could feel Clifford's eyes devouring her chest as she stood topless in front of him.
"As good as you hoped?" She asked, cupping her big tits together.
"Even better," he replied.
"Very glad to hear it," she said as she undid the buttons of her shorts and pushed them down her long gazelle-like legs.
Her less than sensible lacy black knickers followed.
She bent over from the waist to push her shorts and knickers over her clumpy army boots.
Clifford's eyes were all over her but she could see he looked a little quizzical.
"I like to fuck with my boots on."
She just stood in front of him, completely naked apart from her boots, enjoying the feeling of his eyes all over her.
"Now, strip."
He did as he was told. He took off his top and vest then pushed his trousers all the way down. Unlike Sarah he did take his boots off so that he was naked apart from a dog tag round his neck.
Sarah admired how big and muscly he was. She liked her men raw and brutish and, despite a degree in Classics from Oxford, that was definitely Clifford.
"Now eat me out, bitch," she commanded.
Clifford once again did as he was told. He took a step forward and picked her up by the waist and almost threw her against the wall of the chamber.
Then he was on his knees down in front of her, with his hands on her arse and his tongue thrusting up inside her.
Sarah had been with sophisticated, sensitive men who could play her pussy like a violin and take her to heights of rare and delicate pleasure. But that wasn't Clifford. Clifford tongue fucked her like an animal.
Her pussy responded in force, streaming its hot juices over his grateful, eager face.
"Oh, fuck me, Clifford," she called out, her fingers in his hair, feeling like she was going to come almost at once and praying that the crystal wouldn't turn blue until she had.
She glanced over at it. It was definitely starting to change colour.
"Oh harder, Clifford, harder. Just fucking give it to me," she called out.
Clifford once again did as he was commanded and moved his whole face up deep into her pussy triggering wild deep waves of pleasure with her.
The harder he gave it to her though, the deeper blue the crystal shone.
She felt herself hovering right on the edge when she was aware that Clifford had suddenly stopped. The crystal was a deep and brilliant blue.
"Oh, please, Clifford," she whimpered.
He stood up and faced her.
"No," he said. "Better stick to the script."
Sarah gulped and nodded her head. She was sure he was getting his own back for not sucking him longer but he was right. This wasn't just about getting off. They had a job to do.
She looked over at the fourth panel and then back to Clifford.
"Right," she said. "Get ready for the best goddamn tittyfuck of your life."
There was no point being blessed with boobs as big as hers if she wasn't going to put them to good use. And right now, she couldn't think of any better use than wrapping them around Clifford's magnificent manhood.
His cock felt almost as good between her tits as it had in her mouth. Sarah had always had sensitive breasts and liked them being touched and played with.
Nothing felt better than sliding a big, hard cock between them.
She marvelled at how good Clifford's big hard dick looked moving up and down the deep valley of her tits. She couldn't help wondering if she'd missed something just fighting him all these years.
He looked even bigger and harder than he had when she had been sucking him. She didn't think she had ever seen a dick look so good.
