Louisa felt Susannah's fingers on her love lips. They peeled them gently apart, pinching the swollen flesh softly and opening her box to its widest capacity. Then the girl blew sweetly into the opening-sending a steady stream of warm air issuing into Louisa's utterly exposed sex-slot.
Looking down at her seducer, Louisa saw that Susannah's head was moving up and down; she felt the girl's lips pursing tightly-then a tremendous jolt of pleasure flooded her body as she was sucked in one long, beautiful breath into Susannah's mouth.
Again and again the girl sucked . . . And with every intake of Susannah's breath, Louisa was transported into a state of sheer, ecstatic bliss!
She realized dimly that Susannah was also fondling her bottom-the girl's fingers caressing the naked cheeks and occasionally stroking into the warm, moist cleavage. But she could scarcely feel any sensation there or anywhere else in her body. For all she knew, she might be lying on a bed of nails. All that mattered, all she was aware of, were the incredible waves of pleasure emanating from that hot, sticky place between her thighs . . .
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CHAPTER ONE
Martin C. Gebhart looked at his wife, Louisa. She was beautiful, magnetically desirable, a woman so sensual in her appeal that Marty sometimes wondered how he was lucky enough to be married to her. He knew that if he had not been a phenomenal success in his chosen work that he would never have met, much less married, such a beautiful and charming woman.
Now, his success was suddenly threatened. Now Marty knew his entire future could depend on what happened the next night at his party for the money men and the men who could persuade the money men. His career might be suddenly washed away. The tension was getting to him. Louisa, his young, beautiful, passionately adoring wife, the supple bodied professional dancer, would keep him going until the next night. She would keep him going by her very presence, by her body, her all-consuming desire for his body.
Marty slid his arm around her waist. His hands and fingers gloried in the silkiness of her flesh beneath the sheer pink peignoir. The closeness, the building desire for her body, almost overwhelmed him. He hungered for the special and sometimes unusual fillips that she put into her lovemaking. But at the same time, Louisa's techniques and fierce attention to detail in sexual acts sometimes scared him.
Dressed and in public, everything about her oozed gracious living and elegance. She was poised and drew people to her with charm, personality--and, yes, pure, raw sex appeal!
It was strange, Marty thought, although his breathing was reflecting his own reaction to the feel of her wonderful body, that he and Louisa were opposites in so many ways. She radiated a quality of absolute calm, complete serenity. Nothing seemed to disturb the inner tranquility of her life. Louisa was one of New York's most famous dancers (with such beautiful legs, the perfectly formed ankles and calves, no sign of muscular thighs, only shapely fullness, unless she was dancing a difficult number requiring a lot of muscular strain), but she never displayed the temperament and moodiness attributed to so many people in show business.
Louisa danced more because she liked to than from any kind of need for income. Since the ultimately death of her wealthy parents, she was well-fixed financially. Marty was quite aware that if her career suddenly floundered (as his had) and then failed completely (as he was trying desperately to prevent), she could care less. Uneasily, Marty wondered if she felt the same way about their martial relationship. She wanted him now. She was teasing and coaxing him. Would she still feel that way about him if-he failed completely?
Louisa looked even more urgently appealing when she slipped from his arms and lay on the bed, stretching her body teasingly, her pale green eyes closing, her exciting body so tempting in repose. She moved a leg and the peignoir rose, barely covering her crotch. Marty's breath caught as he marveled at the raised curve of her pubic mound thrusting beneath the hem of the filmy garment.
That was the effect Louisa had on him. Marty was convinced that he would never tire of looking at her sexual parts, seeing her nude, the new thrills that she brought to every act of their love-making. He began to rub the inside of her leg. His fingers sank deliciously into the softness of her white flesh. Louisa responded to his sensuous touch by moving her legs slightly apart-letting him see just a bit of her vaginal lips and the pubic hairs that excited him so.
It was difficult for Marty to make decisions at times like that. His eyes took in the view of her half-exposed crotch, her beautifully formed pussy. And then it was the silken sheen of her thigh that attracted his attention. The flesh was so tender, so warm. As he stroked upward, there was the slightly moist feeling of her top inner thighs. Finally, the tips of his fingers were almost touching the swollen, pouting, already wet lips of her vulva ("My cunt.. . my very own," he liked to whisper at those times Louisa took him to the absolute heights of passion!).
As Marty moved his fingers in a slow, titillating massage, his eyes stared at the faint mark his hand was creating on her flesh. Under the pressure of his fingers, four red weals appeared. They faded as his hand moved on, but then he pressed more urgently into her thigh and the marks on her white flesh remained longer. He felt a certain surge of passion, caused, undoubtedly, by the cruel or sadistic symbolism of the contrast between the white beauty of Louisa's flesh against reddish weals of his impressions.
As if responding in a harmlessly masochistic way to her husband's temporary indentations of her flesh, Louisa wriggled her body sensuously, causing the muscles of her legs to alternately stiffen and relax. At once, Marty slipped his other hand beneath her knee and slowly raised it, then stroked down the fullness of Louisa's under-thigh. He caressed the plumpness of her ass and let his fingers remain there-curling into the exciting foothills of her pubic hair.
"What about our reservations at '21' for dinner?" Louisa whispered low, her tone husky. Even her voice made Marty respond, stirring an impulse within him to almost take her by force, to savagely "throw" his hard prick into the soft, juicy sweetness of her "magic cunt."
"They'll hold them for us," he said, his breath short. "We have an hour and ten minutes until we're due there anyway. Let them wait!"
Marty was preoccupied, squeezing the round flesh between his fingers, feeling it give voluptuously. "You should relax a little, darling," she whispered huskily. "I know how to make you get rid of your tension . . . your anxiety.. . . "
Her verbal invitations were sometimes the exciting difference between Louisa and any other girl he had been with in bed (before his marriage). Marty immediately wriggled up on the bed until he was lying right beside her. With his right hand under her thigh, he cradled her head with the other and brought her mouth to his trembling lips.
Marty kissed them fiercely, pushing his mouth onto hers and immediately driving his tongue through their lips. It met against the pearly sleekness of her teeth, but she immediately parted them so that he could penetrate more deeply and wrap their tongues together in a frantic oral frenzy!
Louisa began to make breathy sounds, pressing her lips tightly against his and sliding them seductively from side to side. Her excited tongue flipped in and out of his mouth, tapped against his teeth, quivering and temptingly. Marty felt the tongue urging to penetrate him as fully as possible, and he removed his own tongue from her mouth to give Louisa more freedom to explore him as intimately as she wished.
Louisa had her techniques. They varied, but they were all highly effective. She made her tongue revolve in a slow, tantalizing action around his lips, circling the fleshy and sensitive inside of his mouth, poking behind his teeth with liquid speed and wanton deliberateness.
Marty could not take too much of her non-genital teasing. He pulled her sharply against him, turning her on her side until he could feel the firm thrusts of her breasts on his chest. Her body strained wildly against his, the hard pubic mound pressing and caressing his hard cock!
With one hand on her shoulders, Marty let the other slide gradually down the silk of her back. His fingers teased downward until they felt the base of Louisa's spine and the globelike swell of her buttocks. The peignoir ended there, like the tops of a pair of baby dolls, pushed up so that the full expanse of each pliable cheek was exposed to his view and feel.
Immediately, Marty slid his fingers onto the warm orbs of her ass. The cheeks were relaxed and wobbled slightly as his hand roamed over them. He cupped and raised the lovely white globes, moving in turn from one to the other. Louisa breathed sighs into his mouth. She caressed the back of his neck, running her long fingers up and down the sensitive nape and into his hair.
Marty eased his other hand down to Louisa's buttocks and massaged both cheeks tenderly. He opened and closed them, explored them with his fingers. Louisa's tongue was still in his mouth, still twisting sexily around and provoking him with its ceaseless, wet tease.
Impulsively, Marty pushed a forefinger into the deep cleavage of her ass, running it with slow deliberation up and down the warm, slightly moist valley. It slid over the small crater of her anus, and then continued to the wet, hot hole of her cunt. He then retracted his path, once, twice, three times.. . .
Louisa gave out with a deep sigh, took her tongue from his mouth, and looked at her husband with a slumberous, languorous expression of desire. Marty turned over on his back as she pressed her fingers into his hip. His hands fell away from her buttocks, and he let them rest at his side. Louisa held his eyes in a steady stare, locking them hypnotically to hers as she repositioned herself. Finally, she kneeled over his body with her peignoir opening at its neckline and her hands working feverishly at the belt of his trousers.
She never took her eyes from his as she slowly unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers until he could kick them out of the way. Through the brief, black shorts, Marty's prick rose lustfully. Its crown, with the sharply pointed head, was clearly outlined beneath the tight silk. Louisa retraced the path of her hands up his bare legs, and stroked persuasively and firmly, keeping her fingers on the inside of his thighs and rubbing meaningfully into the muscular flesh. It was exciting to her.
The twin melons of Louisa's breasts were in full view of Marty's hungry eyes. They swayed gently as her body moved, hanging with ripe firmness. The tips were a thick, deep red where the nipples had already begun to stiffen. She began to massage the area of his thigh right below his crotch, her skillful fingers kneading the flesh in a beautifully sensuous series of strokes. Her hands were very slowly moving towards the thick protuberance of Marty's cock, which was now quivering strongly under the erotic restraint of his silken shorts.
When Marty finally felt that he would go crazy with frustration, Louisa allowed only her fingertips to brush against the stiff cock. The light touch sent it pulsing more violently than ever. As Louisa ran her forefinger quickly up and down the tender underside, he was hard put to control himself: with all his strength he wanted to rip the shorts right off and give his wife his cock. But Marty was also a glutton for the preliminaries to the sex act, just as Louisa was. In this case, she was the teasing sadist, and he, the passive masochist.
Marty forced himself to remain still and allow his wife's imaginations to take over the foreplay and point of penetration. It was never exactly the same with Louisa. He thought about that as she bent over him more closely and breathed lightly over his naked belly, the sparse hairs responding with gentle motion.
Louisa's hands gave away the fact that she was teasing herself too, as they darted downward and moved intimately over his covered penis and examined the outline of his balls. But she had still made no attempt to pull the silk briefs down. Marty tensed and untensed the muscles of his back, writhing his hips in an attempt to make her hurry. Louisa blew a sweet but highly frustrating loss at him. Her lips, puckered and wet, then swooped down suddenly to the head of his engorged cock, closing around the hard, throbbing corona and sucking hquidly through the thin silk which separated the stiff penis from her lips. Marty closed his eyes tightly!
Could he take it? The sensation of those soft, womanly lips on his cock was heaven! The steady pull of her mouth sent a violent surge of sexual pleasure coursing throughout his body. Her fingers were holding the lower half of his cock steady. She squeezed the hard stem, almost released it, then immediately squeezed with much more force and determination.
Marty was beside himself! He could feel her wonderful teeth nibbling softly at his penis, biting with the pleasure-pain sensation until his organ jumped around in her mouth. Louisa drew harder and harder on it. She literally soaked the material of his brief shorts as her saliva dribbled helplessly over her pursed lips. Working slowly, Louisa made the next step. She easily slipped one finger beneath his shorts and started to fondle his naked balls.
She stroked around and around the most tender parts, insistently and unrelentingly. Marty squirmed in delighted agony, the agony of ecstasy. And then her determined finger tickled up higher. Soon, Marty felt Louisa's sharp fingernail sliding over the base of his balls, making them jiggle from side to side and itch with a maddening, lustful irritation!
They both tried to control themselves, force themselves from breathing too heavily and letting go. She lifted his shorts away, raising them so that his balls were bared but his prick still encased in the black silk. His garment was so wet by now that Marty could feel Louisa's lips and teeth against his cock as if they were unhindered by any obstacle.
Louisa seemed to sense that now was a ripe time for her to bare his prick and suck it properly. She dragged the right side of his shorts up, briefly relinquished her hold on his penis, and let the fiery red rod burst into view. Although Marty's eyes were hot and misty, he saw through a pink haze that Louisa was licking her lips, savoring the promise of wrapping them around his nude prick. She tugged the brief shorts into his crotch and Marty felt its taut-ness biting into his flesh.
The shaft was now completely naked. The long, wide cock twitched from side to side as if being buffeted by a heavy wind. He raised his hand, the one closest to Louisa's crouching body, and slipped it into the top of her peignoir. He let his fingers cup the warmth of her breast from beneath. He pressed the soft flesh gently, then flattened his hand and pushed it upward, squashing the globe against her chest. The stiffening nipple burned into his hand and he brought his thumb and forefinger around it and squeezed very hard.
His sudden desire to take the hard nipple into his mouth and suck deeply and strongly, was expelled by an even more exquisite sensation! Louisa had taken his cock into her mouth, but rather than secure her lips around it, she had kept them open! His prick felt like it was in a steam room, as she forced the warm air from deep in her throat upon it!
Louisa became more absorbed in her work when she started to lick over and over on the crown, her tongue lapping in quick, feverish motions. Marty tightened his hold on her breast and clenched his fingers ruthlessly around the inflamed nipple. He wanted to be able to force Louisa to quit teasing and to suck his cock, make her mouth a cunt!
There was a strange gurgling noise when she finally gave in and tightened her mouth about the thickness of his prick and began to chew and suck slightly at the hard meat. Marty relaxed, the steady rhythm of her sucking lulling him into a pleasant, drowsy intoxication. His tension was easing away, and he was calmed from the anxieties of his career, his future. And with the even, regular strokes of her talented lips, the full and inspiring lips, Louisa brought him to a peacefully sensuous state that left him floating in air.
Louisa's mind paused in its indigenous enjoyment of Marty's throbbing cock to wonder again at the curious effect this form of love-making had upon him. Most men would grow wildly excited to have a beautiful woman fondle and suck at their cocks, to feel the sucking and licking at the meat with the expertise she knew was hers alone. Most men would be in a frenzy of mad passion, fucking her mouth as it it were a pussy, only so much more intimate and exciting.
Why, she wondered, would Marty grow more and more passive-first very highly filled with lust, then passive, content to he there and submit to the treatment without going mad with lust? There was certainly no doubt that he enjoyed it. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. He wore an expression of bliss; a steady, dreamy smile on his lips.
Why? And also why could Louisa never induce her husband, no matter how hard she tried, to shoot his delicious load of come right into her mouth? He absolutely refused her this pleasure, always removing his cock from her mouth when he could take it no more, and turning around to fuck her in the conventional way. Louisa longed and hungered desperately to taste his semen. She wanted to feel the rich, foamy fluid gush into her mouth and slide down over her tongue so that she could gulp and swallow that wonderful liquid.
Marty was the only man that Louisa had ever sucked, and she had found the sucking of cock more than enjoyable. But it seemed that the only way she would ever be able to taste a full load of come, would be to have an affair with another man. Promiscuity was rife among those in show business, yet neither of them had ever taken a lover. Louisa kept trying to tell herself that it was a small and unimportant thing. She would try to satisfy herself by the few juice buds she could extract while sucking his cock for long periods.
Louisa could not convince herself of this, however. She still longed for the fleshy taste of his cock, the rich, firm meat. It was so beautiful to have it in, her mouth. And how much more wonderful it would be to have her mouth flooded with his white come!
It was such a wonderful feeling. She ran her tongue more quickly around the ridge of Marty's foreskin-gliding it wetly over the vulnerable spots and wishing and daring to hope that this time he would be forced to shoot his come in her mouth before he could withdraw! But Marty was suddenly aroused and aware. He sat up abruptly on the bed and grabbed Louisa's upper arm, dragging her face cruelly away from his pulsating cock.
Louisa's mind almost blacked out from frustration for a moment. Her mouth, her body, cried for the pleasure, the beautiful pleasure, that had been so quickly snatched away from her. Her body trembled. Her emotions were so confused that, for just a split second, she felt like jumping up from the bed and refusing to let him fuck her. But the urge in her cunt was too intense to be allayed by spite or revenge.
Louisa immediately allowed him to sprawl on top of her and impale his rigid prick between her soft thighs. She clawed at his back with her fingernails, scratched at the shaft as he began to lever his cock directly into her soaking cunt.
"Oh, darling! Kiss me!" she gasped. "Kiss me!"
Marty obeyed, crushing his mouth against hers and thrusting his tongue violently into her at the same time his prick entered the tight slit of her cunt. In turn, Louisa raised her legs, lifting them and driving her ankles into the small of his back. Marty eased his throbbing rod fully into Louisa, his beautiful Louisa, and he felt the wetness of her slippery, rubbery walls grab at his prick and suck it tighter into the thick channel of her vagina.
It was Marty's turn for raw passion now as he began to fuck her relentlessly, sliding his prick fiercely in and out of her hot, gluey hole. The friction seemed to draw his sperm remorselessly and involuntarily from the depth of his balls.
Louisa had reached her climax almost the moment Marty's cock invaded her cunt. She was wet and sticky, the depths of her pussy bathed in love-juices. She had felt his semen begin to erupt, the boiling fat starting to spurt into her in long spasms. She wanted so much to hold him back, to delay his coming in some way. She wanted more, so much more of his fucking!
Marty, however, had lost control. He had been brought to the brink of orgasm for so long that when he felt his sensate cock sliding between the juicy lips of his wife's cunt, he could manage no more than a few strokes before his climax was upon him and he burst loose, letting open the floodgates to discharge his load of come.
He had felt for her breast, once more pinching her hard red nipple between his fingers. He had twitched his loins frantically in an abandoned, fucking rhythm. And he had launched his sperm-jets with all the power and fury he could.
His sperm had gushed into Louisa's cunt in four, hard, lengthy spasms. And she had clenched her buttocks tightly, holding his prick in the vice-grip of her vagina for as long as she could. All too soon, however, Marty's cock slackened and began to withdraw. Louisa fought back the waves of frustration, the mounting despair at having her pleasure terminated so abruptly.
Louisa was well aware that it happened that way because Marty had become overexcited in the early stages of foreplay and had been unable to control himself. At other times, he had been a very beautiful lover. Even though he would not give her his come to swallow, he was usually able to fuck her to several orgasms. The trouble tonight was with the supper reservation at "21", which was to celebrate her upcoming birthday in advance of the trip to Mexico, the "working" vacation.
A strange feeling overtook Louisa as she lay there beside her naked and exhausted husband. Something was going to happen, she felt, that would change things a great deal. She saw a vision of an old high-school girl friend being fucked by Marty!
And then Louisa laughed out loud at her own private thoughts as she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. The whole idea was utterly depraved, fantastic, impossible! Or was it?
The erotic visions returned when she tried to go to sleep after much good food, wine and brandy at "21". But even Louisa's wildest fantasies nowhere near matched the realities that she was to know for the next few weeks. And it would begin the very next night.
CHAPTER TWO
Marty worried about growing old. Marty worried that he was through in show business. Marty worried that his wife would leave him as soon as he was no longer a man of influence and power. Too many cigarettes, too much brandy, and too many cocktail parties that ended up with his being too drunk to drive home. And then there was the intense pressure of work. And Marty was only thirty-five years old.
The working vacation in Acapulco might do him some good, he mused, looking at himself in the mirror. But the upcoming party for the Broadway producers and their angels, the men with the money, was what worried him most. The bags were packed for Acapulco, but his career was still up in the air, hanging. The party, less than an hour away, could make him . . . or break him.
"Fuck it!" Marty mumbled to himself. It was so hard to get anywhere in show business without having to pay for it in one way or another. Even when you were reasonably successful, you couldn't sit back and simply enjoy it. You lived under a constant compulsion to prove yourself all the time. You couldn't relax-couldn't afford to relax-not even for one little minute.
Marty thought again of his precarious hold on fame and good living as he sat on the bed and eased his feet into a pair of expensive black leather shoes and laced them tightly. He glanced quickly around the room and reveled briefly in its elegance. There was the small black leather couch and its twin chairs, overstuffed and overpriced. There was the big, beautiful sofa that separated the bedroom from the living room, and the sliding panel that was now up. There was the thick, plush wall-to-wall carpeting, thick drapes on the windows that opened at the press of a button. All of this could disappear unless luck was with Martin C. Gebhart tonight.
He began to think again about his predicament and the fickleness of all show business, particularly Broadway and the more professional off-Broadway houses. After his fiasco with his last writer, who proved to be a twenty-four-hour drunk once he became ensnared by the "evils of Manhattan," and the play that never made it out of the red, Marty would be lucky to survive unless his luck and his ability took a very quick turn for the better.
There was hope. And that hope lay in a brilliant and promising young playwright named Allenby Borden. Marty picked up the synopsis of the unknown writer's play and flicked briefly through it again. There was another half dozen copies in the living room and tonight they would be handed to the three top Broadway producers and various angels (the money men who backed the productions).
The synopsis showed the promise of a great hit. And Marty had been wrong only once about recognizing and nurturing writing genius along. With a little help from him to bring out all the finer qualities, and then perhaps a final re-write to omit the petty things that might annoy some of the angels, Marty would literally create a great playwright from an unpublished and unknown writer like Allenby Borden.
Marty's contract with Borden was the same as he had always had with a new writer. For professional counseling and collaboration in producing a final script that a producer and his backers would buy, Marty received fifty percent. Later, if the writer hit, Marty's fee would go down to twenty-five or even ten percent. But there was another clause in the contract that often accounted for Marty's making twice as much as the writer. When the producer bought the play, he also bought Marty's services for promotion and publicity. And Martin C. Gebhart was a hustler. He had to be. His publicity and promotion fees were based on a percentage too, a small percentage of the gross box-office receipts. If the play was a real hit, the money would flow in like king-size confetti, a deluge of hundred dollar bills that would never seem to end. But if the play flopped, all of his efforts would not produce enough for a single night out with Louisa for dinner at "21".
Marty had drawn up the contract (fortunately) with young Al Borden before the big flop. And if anybody could persuade the producers to accept the work of a nobody (before the flop), it was Martin C. Gebhart. His name on a contract had long been considered a guarantee of success for any playwright . . . and his play. Marty was the hottest agent, collaborated and flack man in the business when it came to a stage play or musical.
Or, was that all in the past? He wondered as he threw the synopsis back on the table. In this business, no matter what your previous record was like, you were almost solely rated on your very latest success. What you had accomplished in the past (like making a box-office bonanza from an unknown playwright's script that most producers would reject after reading the first three pages) meant nothing. Show business is a now business. It allowed only one or two chances at redemption after a fizzle. And they were tougher to make than all the others.
Until that very last utter failure, Marty had them eating out of the palm of his hand. Now, unless he was able to do a selling job on young Borden's synopsis, and convince them he could do a fantastic job of collaboration and promotion, the pendulum looked like it was already beginning to swing the other way. And one of the troubles was that Marty had become a cult figure. Lake other cults and trends, his success was an inconstant, unreliable phenomenon. As soon as he showed any sign of failure, or growing stale, or not relating to today's audience, he could easily become an overnight "has been" as easily as he had become an almost overnight success.
Suddenly, Marty realized that he felt a little better, that a spark of his confidence had returned. Why? Because he was at once aware that he was no longer alone in the room. Louisa was there. She had been at his side for only a few seconds, but it worked a miracle. She ruffled a hand playfully through his hair and licked her lips in that way that could propel him toward her like an erotic magnet.
"You look worried, darling . . . mm-mmm, lover," she said in her soft voice. She then looked up warmly into his eyes and asked, "Are you still fretting over that damn play that flopped?"
"Yes . . . " he admitted with a shrug, then became more dramatic. "The hounds! The bastards! They've all been waiting for the great Martin C. Gebhart to louse one up! And he did." Marty slammed his right fist into the palm of his left hand. "You could almost smell their perverted glee! All of those condolences, the obvious hints that 'the boy wonder' has fucked up! No more inspiration!
"Louisa . . . you'll see it in their eyes tonight here. The dirty, fucking bastards! To hell with them. I'm going to show them! Once they've read Al's synopsis and I tell them they can't have it without my usual contract, they'll fight over it! At least.. . I think they will."
Louisa grasped his hand and sat down on the bed beside him. "Easy, darling . . . relax." She soothed him with her whispery voice again (just as the night before). "We both know that this is going to work out." Her perfume, her sparsely draped body in that same sheer peignoir, began to lure him to a new sense of luxury. The round thrust of her breast pressed against his thin shirt. "You and Al will put together the final script while we're on vacation together in Mexico. We do leave tomorrow, you know! When we return, they'll be fighting each other for the privilege of producing it!"
Louisa continued to talk, but her voice became more husky, intimate, and just a little breathless. At the same time, she began to caress the nape of his neck, her long, skillful fingers lulling him into a gradual easing of his tensions. She kissed him just below his ear. With her lips still on his flesh, she murmured, "Lay back on the bed, Marty . . . please. I want you."
The next half hour was a reprise of the night before, albeit an abbreviated version, one reduced to merely a half hour. The results for Marty were great. His tensions were gone. He felt relaxed. No longer was he afraid of the night that lay before him. Louisa, however, was frustrated. She wanted more. She wanted to swallow Marty's come.
Marty said something about "only thirty minutes," and Louisa opened her legs so he could slip right out of her. She knew how important the party was to Marty, that it could make a tremendous difference in his career. It could spell success or failure. Therefore, she did nothing nor said nothing that would make him think she was frustrated, that she wanted to have a virtual private orgy with her husband, swallow his come, use her mouth . . . everywhere!
She smiled as she watched Marty's chest rise and fall when he slowly climbed down from the ecstatic heights of his orgasm. She kissed him softly on the cheek and whispered, "Why don't you relax a few minutes, darling? I'll get dressed and finish getting everything ready. Quickly, she jumped off the bed and slipped out of her peignoir.
The shower felt good to her. Louisa stepped under the jets of water again and soaped her crotch carefully, trying to ignore the urge that crept through her as her fingers worked up a lather. The feel of her own hands on her flesh made the temptation strong. She wanted to fondle the lips, the clit, the fleshy insides, and complete the sensations that Marty had denied her.
The warm water was like a caress to her white, soft flesh. She leaned back so that the jets hit her stomach and crotch, washing away the odor of the recent sexual union and, at the same time, stinging the half open lips of her vulva with a fierce patter.
Almost unconsciously, Louisa's fingers drew the slit wider so that the water jetted more inside her pussy and hit the nymphae and clit. She closed her eyes dreamily. She found herself wondering what it would be like to have sex in the shower. To have a wet, naked body pressed up against hers, hands fondling her breasts, tweaking and massaging her nipples under the warm water splashes. And while the spray bathed her breasts and nipples in a delicious steamy heat, she imagined that she and her lover were soaping each other lovingly, using their hands to foam up a generous and abundantly creamy lather.
Louisa sighed languorously. She could almost feel their breasts rubbing together, the large wet globes melting into one another, their firm sexy crotches sensing the . . . Oh, no! Louisa opened her eyes in sudden shock! She gripped the shower stall walls to steady herself as panic flooded her body! The fantasy was too strong! It was too detailed to be thrust aside immediately! Again, even while she tried so desperately to suppress it, Louisa visualized herself being fondled in the shower by her lover. Her lover! The vision was too clear! Her lover was another woman! A beautiful young woman with large breasts.
Louisa wanted to scream! Instead, she reached numbly for the faucets and turned off the shower. This was the first time any such thought had ever finally, smiling at the couple and taking the girl's hand in her own. "You too?" He nodded please-exciting and intriguing. Who was the other girl? For a brief second, she thought she knew. But then the picture vanished.
A new fear rose up in her. Louisa realized that she was afraid to look at Marty, afraid even to let him see her naked, while she felt so intrigued by the idea of lesbian love. She attempted to reassure herself. "It was only a daydream-a silly little fantasy!" she told herself. She spoke aloud, but in a soft whisper. Yet the very sound of her own voice reminded her of her femininity. In turn, this conjured up a vision of another naked girl. Or was it the same one? The girl pressed up tightly against her, naked and voluptuous. The sensation in her cunt was rising again!
"No . . . no, please go away . .Louisa muttered half-heartedly. But no matter how fiercely she tried to rid herself of the visions and sensations, the warmth and softness of a female body against her seemed all the more provocative and desirable.
It was altogether against her nature, Louisa kept telling herself, for such an idea to even occur to her, much less grab her so passionately. She shivered, although the steam in the shower had made her temperature soar. Perhaps it was just a by-product of her frustration, she thought. Nothing more than a symbolic expression of resentment at Marty for not completely satisfying her.
Louisa kept on thinking, rationalizing, and coming up with ideas she had read about in school, in psychology. "Some women are attracted by a homosexual relationship because they feel instinctively that another female can give them longer and more intense pleasure . . . " And then: "It isn't necessary for a woman to dislike heterosexual relations for her to respond to sexual acts with other women. She may find them enjoyable simply because they are different-an adjunct to her regular enjoyment of sex.
And then the shock that" she might have lesbian tendencies began to fade. Louisa licked her already wet lips. The idea of making love with another girl still was uncomfortable, but it no longer terrified her. She couldn't really imagine herself crossing the bridge that divided fantasy from reality and actually putting her strange new desires into practice.
In a few weeks, Louisa would be twenty-seven, yet the idea persisted that her sexual development was somehow not complete. But why had she never thought about sex with another woman until this moment? Still puzzling a little, she stepped softly from the shower, dried her feet, and quietly walked back into the bedroom. Marty was asleep, sprawled on the bed, his penis slack.
Louisa wondered some more about herself. As she dressed, she looked at Marty again and was overcome by a feeling of distaste for his hairy, male body. Again, the image of a gentle, soft-skinned girl came to her mind. They were cuddling, warmly, intimately. But she refused to let the picture come into focus more clearly. Instead, she immediately called out to Marty, "Get up! Get up, darling. It's getting late!"
Louisa stepped back from him as he stirred himself from a deep slumber, her mind's eyes superimposing on his muscular frame the curvy contours of a voluptuous girl. The girl was playing with herself, and then she became separated from Marty, who had his finger in her asshole while he was sucking a tit.
Louisa shook her head to dispel the vision. She was irritable and angry with herself for not being able to control it. As the chimes sounded from the front door, she shook her head again and said, "I'll get it, Marty. You hurry up and get dressed." Marty yawned and told her that it would only be Al and Susannah, whom he had requested to arrive early so they could have a little talk before the producers and their angels arrived.
Checking herself in the mirror first, Louisa left Marty fumbling with the buttons of his shirt and walked into the living room. Her heart was beating more rapidly than usual, and it wasn't until she stepped into the foyer and opened the door that she realized why! It was Susannah! It was Allenby Borden's wife, Susannah!
Louisa was hard pressed to take her eyes away from the beautiful young girl who stood there, and the girl who would be with her for a full week in Acapulco while their husbands worked over Al's play. Louisa had met Susannah only once before, though Al had been a regular visitor to their apartment during the past weeks. But a strange and thrilling sensation passed through her as she stood there staring at Susannah's remarkably large and firm breasts. Her coat was half open and the upper slopes of the girl's exquisitely white breasts were spilling out of her low-cut evening dress.
"Nice to see you again," Louisa managed to say finally, smiling at the couple and taking the girl's hand in her own. "You too, Al." He nodded pleasantly at her and Louisa noticed that he seemed rather nervous and on edge.
The prospect of meeting so many important people all at once, she decided was the cause. Poor Al! He was taking quite a chance throwing in his lot with Marty at this particular time. But still, at least Louisa had some faith left in her husband. She had skimmed over parts of Al's play and knew that Marty was the one man in the world who could make it a hit.
"I'll fix you a drink," she said, leading them in to the living room. "Marty won't be more than a few minutes."
"To the play!" Al toasted, after clearing his throat, and they clinked glasses and drank.
Louisa was looking over the rim of her glasses to observe Susannah. She was such an extremely sexy looking girl, Louisa decided, carefully appraising the deep brown eyes and lovely blonde hair that Susannah usually wore so that the tresses cascaded over her shoulders. But tonight, perhaps because she felt this should be a more formal occasion, the beautifully luxuriant hair had been built up high on her head. Louisa burnt with a compelling desire to unfasten it and watch the golden plaits shimmer down the girl's back . . . and let some fall over those marvelously firm breasts which, of course, would be naked, the big red nipples (that Louisa envisioned) swollen.
Susannah met her eyes suddenly and then looked quickly away again. Louisa caught a trace of embarrassment in the girl's expression-and realized that she thought Louisa was studying her critically; finding fault with her appearance.
Could it be that Susannah saw the appreciation in her eyes and understood that Louisa was looking at her rather more intensely than a mere sizing-up would warrant?
The uneasy atmosphere was broken by Marty's entrance. He opened the door suddenly and practically bounded into the room-rushing up to Al, and shaking his hand powerfully, at the same time putting his arm around Susannah's shoulders and drawing them both into a warm embrace.
"You look beautiful, Susannah-really tremendous!" He pecked her on the cheek affectionately, then turned his attention entirely to Al.
"We haven't got much time before the others arrive and there's a lot of things I want to tell you . . . "
He drew the man towards the couch and Al sank down into the cushions, shrugging his shoulders helplessly at the two women as Marty stood over him and began talking quickly and urgently.
Louisa smiled at Susannah. "We'd better leave them to get on with it," she said. "Come and sit down next to me. We can get to know each other a little better. After all, the four of us are going to spend a whole two weeks together starting tomorrow."
She took Susannah s hand-mildly surprised at her outward show of calm when her heart was still hammering and her nerves felt taut as a bowstring-and led the girl to an easy chair. While Susannah settled herself rather primly on the edge of the cushions, Louisa sank informally onto an ottoman at the girl's knee-tucking her feet under her body and resting her elbow on the arm of Susannah's chair.
"Do you really think they'll accept the play?" Susannah asked her suddenly. "Somehow, you know, I just can't see any of the theatres putting it on, even with Marty pushing it. It's a very unusual theme isn't it? And-".
Something about Susannah's choice of words made Louisa realize that she, at any rate, had guessed that Marty's present reputation could do more harm than good to Al's play.
"What you mean, darling," she interrupted. "Is that with Marty urging them to produce it, the chances are that they'll refuse the play simply out of spittle. Isn't that what you're really trying to say?"
Louisa watched sharply for Susannah's reaction. The girl blushed and bit her lower hp in confusion; and it became immediately obvious to Louisa that she had scored a direct hit. To Susannah's credit, however, she noted that the girl didn't try to deny the truth of Louisa's accusation.
"Well . . . yes, I suppose it is!" she stammered. Susannah leaned forward confidentially until her face was only a few inches from Louisa's. The girl's scented sldn and the wider opening of her cleavage made Louisa feel weak and dizzy with a strange, persistent desire. It was all she could do to keep her eyes averted from the enticing, semi-nudity of Susannah's breasts. Susannah whispered:
"Please understand, Louisa-I don't mean to sound rude or ungrateful. It was very kind of Marty to read the play in the first place and sponsor it.. . But after the way his last production flopped-"
Susannah bit her hp again." I'm sorry-"
"Look-Al brought the play to Marty in the first place because he knew that my husband could take it to a producer and get the highest price for it and the most expensive budget. Maybe things are a little different now; maybe Marty needs Al more than the other way around . . . " Louisa said.
"Once they've read the synopsis, they'll still be clamoring to produce the play. Whoever showed it to them in the first place! It doesn't matter! Believe me, Susannah, it's a fine play and they're simply not stupid enough to pass it by. Now, supposing I ask you to leave things as they are at present! Supposing I ask you not to put any kind of pressure on Al to back out of his agreement with Marty? Would you do that?"
Susannah sighed. "I've spent the entire evening before we arrived here telling him to do just that!" she said wearily. "And it hasn't made the slightest bit of difference! I was going to take things into my own hands when we met the producers: create a scene and force Al to stand on his own two feet. But now that I'm here, now that we've talked like this . . . " She shook her head and sighed again. "I don't know," she admitted. "I really don't know what to do for the best."
Louisa still holding the girl's hand, gave the warm, slender fingers an affectionate squeeze.
"I like you, Susannah, she murmured. "I like you an awful lot! I'd like to be very good friends with you-honestly!"
Susannah frowned, unsure how to take this rather odd and irrelevant remark. But she made no attempt to disengage her hand from Louisa's.
"Do this for me, darling," Louisa continued, beginning to stroke the girl's fingers slowly and deliberately. "Give Marty a chance-you won't regret it. I promise, you won't regret it!"
Louisa brought her lips very close to Susannah's ear, whispering sexily and letting her arm brush as if by accident against the girl's breasts. "You'll see-they'll give Marty another opportunity and hell do such a good job on Al's play that your husband will be able to name his own price for his future work!
"It's not too much to ask of you, is it? After all, Al himself has faith in Marty: why shouldn't we?"
Susannah licked her lips-and the tip of her tongue rubbed momentarily, electrically, against Louisa's cheek. The girl trembled. It was only an accident, she told herself. Only an accident! Don't jump to conclusions! But Susannah's breasts seemed to press more firmly against her arm-resting heavily on Louisa's bare flesh. She felt her heart beginning to race again . . .
"I came here tonight with the intention of telling you that we didn't want to go on vacation after all," Susannah was saying. "I was going to be a real bitch and jump off the sinking ship! That was cowardly of me, wasn't it?"
Louisa waited silently for her to continue. "I'm sorry," Susannah whispered. "I'll do what you said: I won't talk Al out of his association with Marty-even if I thought I could do it!"
She smiled a little sadly. "Anyway, if they really are as pretty-minded as that-to refuse to consider a play simply because they've got a grudge against the man who handles the writer . . . screw them!!"
Louisa twisted her head round in surprise. The crude epithet sounded rather shocking on the girl's sweet and innocent lips. Susannah smiled at her. "Don't pretend you haven't heard that phrase before," she said mockingly. "I know them all-and I bet you do, too!"
Louisa pressed her fingers tightly, then released the girl's hand. "I'm glad you're on our side, Susannah," she murmured. "Very, very glad!"
The door chimes sounded again and Louisa got to her feet. "Let's charm the hell out of these bastards I" she said grimly. "Well show them they haven't got a monopoly on conspiracies!" Then she set her face into a fixed smile and deliberately tugged the bodice of her evening gown a little further off her shoulders, revealing rather more of her breasts than was usual.
She paused at the couch and gave Marty's hand a squeeze. "All set, darling?"
He grinned at her. "All set!"
When it was all finally over, Louisa opened the windows wide to let out the smoke and other odors of the room that had collected over the last few hours. It was two o'clock in the morning, and when she turned around to look at the living room again, she winced at the sight.
Louisa resented the condition in which her unwelcome guests had left the place. All of them rich, supposedly cultured and refined. "Damned scavengers!" she said aloud. They showed little respect for property and gulped down the free liquor like a bunch of bankrupt alcoholics. Cigarettes were left to burn down on the edges of tables, drinks were toppled carelessly onto the carpet. It was a huge mess!
Angrily, Louisa kicked a brandy snifter out of her path. Even the fact that the evening had seemed to be a success didn't altogether compensate for their lack of manners. But then Louisa checked herself, recalling the past parties they had held for producers, angels, even actors and directors. They'd made a mess of the apartment too, particularly the actors.
It was at that point that Louisa realized why she was upset and edgy. She remembered Susannah and her ripe breasts practically overflowing her tight and revealing dress. Susannah getting slightly high and rubbing herself sexily against Louisa in the kitchen when they were fixing more ice.
Susannah. That was the reason she felt so different this time. And they would be together for the next two weeks. Louisa shivered a little as she looked at the beautiful girl, lying asleep on the couch, curled up like an innocent baby and sucking her thumb. Susannah looked so damn sweet, guileless, innocent and lovable on the surface. But under that coy and tempting veneer, the girl was obviously more experienced in a great many facets of life and love than Louisa could yet imagine.
This was not merely a figment of her imagination, the attraction, and the mutuality of it. Louisa was sure of that much. Once the alcohol had begun to loosen her inhibitions, Susannah had deliberately behaved as provocatively toward her as she dared. She had hinted at certain things, things that would not be understood by another female without a feeling for her, a sexual desire. Susannah had been quite cautious. She never made a direct proposition.
Yes, it was crystal clear to Louisa that Susannah was only too aware of the desires which had been awakened in her that evening, and which the girl had fanned by her subtly sexy overtures. Louisa's eyes betrayed her every time she looked at the girl.
Marty and Al were still talking quite seriously in one corner of the room. They were discussing the play, recalling remarks that some of the producers and others had made about certain little points. The guests had all agreed that they would read the plot outline in the synopsis. And even Louisa knew that this was the major part of the battle. Once the detailed synopsis had sunk into their thick skulls they could hardly fail to realize the play's potential, especially if it were handled by Martin C. Gebhart.
They would be crazy to let that one little flop stand in the way of an almost guaranteed success for all of them. Allenby Borden's play was different. It was what the critics had been begging for.
As Louisa walked by the two men, she could hear bits of the conversation quite clearly. She heard Marty say, ". . . but I heard one of the producers say something about blacklisting. Did you hear it?"
Al twisted the stem of his glass and looked the other way. He felt very ill-at-ease, but replied, "Yes . . . I have to level with you, Marty. They were talking to me. I didn't know you overheard. To be quite frank and honest, I was told that if I would cancel my contract with you, they would almost certainly produce it. They would provide another of collaborator to help me iron out the wrinkles. Oh, but, Marty-they did say that one reason they were sure it was good was because you were excited about it!"
"And they don't want to work with me at any price, huh?" Marty interrupted. And then he was silent. He tapped the rim of his glass with his fingernail for a few moments. Then: "All right, Al what was your response? What did you tell them?"
It was still uncomfortable for Al, but at least he could let Marty know that all was not lost. "I told them," he said very firmly, "to wait until after they had a chance to read over the synopsis entirely, and then make a definite offer to me . . . but I asked them not to rule out entirely . . . to read the synopsis first."
Fat lot of good that would do, Marty thought to himself. Al was looking out for Number One. If they said they'd buy him and his play, but not Marty, the young unknown would sign on the dotted line.
What good would Marty's contract with Al be? He could sue, of course. And they could keep appealing, even if he won. They would outdistance him in lawyer's fees and, in the meantime, the show would go on. But that play needed Marty. It needed the kind of help only he could give it!
Al broke the silence with, "You know, this means a hell of a lot to me, Marty. I'm sure the play won't be as well done as if you worked with me and promoted it, but.. . . "
"I know! I know!" Marty interrupted, waving his hand. "But you'd rather have it produced without me than not at all."
All Al could do was to nod slowly, then add, for whatever it might be worth: "It's-possible they're only bluffing me, Marty. If they like the play as much as we think they will, maybe-maybe I could insist that I keep my contract with you!"
"Possible . . . yes," Marty mused, but he knew the idea was a pipe dream that only a young innocent (? ) like Al could think of. "I suppose the only thing we can do is to wait and see what happens, li you want to stick with me for the present, we'd better do some work on that script"
"Of course, I'm with you, Marty," Al insisted, smiling, as if he felt better than he had three seconds before. "Everything is going to work out for us. You'll see. Let's give it time."
Marty suddenly was aware that Louisa was standing right behind them. He gulped down the last of his drink, then addressed her, "Hello, there! I suppose you heard that interesting little conversation. Great, huh?"
Louisa nodded, shrugged her shoulders, and took another load of spilling-over ash trays into the kitchen.
"Al, boy!" Marty said with an unexpected resurgence of spirit as he stood up. "I feel like working on that damn play of yours right now. We might even iron out the plot and get set for the first draft before daylight. Suppose we go back to your place and work? We can pick up our suitcases and the girls back here first thing after breakfast."
"It's great by me," Al said. I'm used to scary hours as much as you are."
"Let's go then," Marty said quickly, throwing on his jacket and giving Louisa a quick kiss, as Al did the same with the sleeping Susannah. "Maybe you girls could fix breakfast for all four of us. But not too early, mind you. Our plane doesn't leave until noon."
CHAPTER THREE
Louisa felt her heart quicken as she looked out the window and saw Al and Marty drive off. She would be here alone with Susannah the rest of the night. Would she be cautious? Would she panic? Or, had the idea of their mutual attraction merely been an extension of her feelings of yesterday, influenced by the evening's drinks?
"Oh . . . oh, my head! I feel terrible!" Susannah moaned as she sat up slowly on the couch, holding her head. She was such a beautiful sight to Louisa that she was quite sorry about the way Susannah felt. Her long, blonde hair had loosened and now fell across her neck and shoulders in a sexy pattern. A strap of her evening gown was hanging off, making the dress open more and reveal almost the whole of one large and lovely breast. She looked to Louisa and asked, "Well . . . wha-hoppen? Everybody leave?"
Louisa smiled at her and nodded.
"My husband too?" she asked, looking around the room rather uneasily, still numbed a bit by the liquor. "Hey, Louisa?" she said, "has he fucked off without me, the dirty prick! Ooops! Forgot you didn't like that kind of language. Bad, bad me!"
Susannah stood up none too steadily and continued to try to search the room with her bleary eyes. "No kidding . . . where's Al? And, say! Where's Marty?"
"It seems they've left us," Louisa said, trying not to sound provocative at all. "Actually, they've gone over to your place for an all-night session of working over the plot of Al's play. After all, that's the reason we're taking this vacation together . . . so they can do just that."
"Oh," Susannah forced a smile. "Midnight inspiration. It happens to all 'creative' writers, I'm told. Look, I think I saw some aspirin tablets on your bathroom shelf, Louisa. Mind if I help myself to a couple?"
Louisa steered her to the bathroom, drew a glass of water and took two aspirin tablets from the bottle. Susannah was right behind her. She went up to the sink and gulped down the aspirin quickly, chasing them with water. Louisa moved into her place in front of the sink and replaced the aspirin bottle and rinsed the glass.
Suddenly, she felt Susannah's hands slide onto her hips. The girl peeped over her shoulder and their eyes met in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. Her body wanted to tremble, but Louisa would not let it.
"So we're all alone here, are we?" Susannah giggled softly. "Mmmmm, I wonder if I'm safe with you without my husband to protect me!"
Louisa swung round. "What on earth do you mean?" she demanded. "That's a pretty weird thing to say, isn't it?"
Susannah giggled again. Her hands had remained on Louisa's hips and she was standing very close to the woman-her body almost touching Louisa's. "Oh, come on!" she whispered. "Don't pretend that you haven't been making eyes at me all evening!" She leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Louisa felt her large breasts pressing into her own, felt the animal heat of Susannah's body as the girl thrust herself insolently against her . . .
She raised her hands and gripped Susannah's shoulders, easing the girl away, feeling her breath becoming uneven and fierce, despite her efforts to control it. Susannah moved her hands quickly around Louisa's waist and interlaced her fingers-cuddling the woman into a tight, firm embrace.
Louisa started to push at Susannah's shoulders in earnest now, but the girl clung to her and rubbed her breasts and thighs in cat-like movements against
Louisa's body. Beneath the girl's sheath-like gown, her ripe bosom and the fleshy softness of her belly pressed meaningfully into Louisa's flesh: and the latter girl could feel herself growing more and more aware of Susannah's voluptuous sexuality . . .
"Please! Stop it, Susannah-you mustn't!" But Louisa could already hear the breathy excitement in her voice and knew that Susannah had noticed it, too. Her efforts to thrust the girl away were growing weaker every moment.
"You're drunk, darling," she cried desperately. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"Don't I?" Susannah smiled directly into her face, those beautiful, mischievous brown eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she whispered. "And so do you!"
Susannah appeared to have sobered completely, Louisa realized. Her words were no longer slurred and indistinct, her eyes had lost that glazed, drunken expression. They held Louisa's in an almost hypnotic stare-challenging and provocative . . .
She stopped struggling. "That's better," Susannah murmured. "Now-tell me you don't like to feel me so close to you!" There was a long, pregnant pause during which Louisa felt her cheeks going red and her will-power slowly evaporating.
"Say it," the girl insisted softly. 'Tell me you don't want my body against yours!"
Louisa looked at the moist red lips, at Susannah's slightly open mouth: the white, even teeth; the soft fleshiness of the girl's neck. Susannah had stopped rubbing herself into Louisa's body, but she could feel those large, thrusting breasts pressing against her own.. .
She started to take her hands away from Susannah's shoulders. But, without Louisa quite realizing what she was doing, the movement turned into a caress and she found that she was slipping the girl's dress straps over Susannah's arms; her fingers pressing into the wonderfully soft skin and stroking the white flesh-slowly-so very, very slowly-bringing her hands down the girl's shoulders until the straps fell to Susannah's elbows.
"That's better!" Susannah gently disengaged her hands from Louisa's waist and pulled the flimsy strips of material over her wrists. A large portion of her breasts had spilled into view during this maneuver, and, staring down at them, Louisa could see the red semicircles of Susannah's nipples sticking impudently out of the girl's much-lowered neckline.
Susannah moved back a step and slowly turned around. "Unzip me, darling-I can't quite reach.. . "
Louisa reached up and took the zipper between her finger and thumb. She felt numb and dazed, in a state of incredulous, dream-like suspension. As she drew the zipper slowly down Susannah's back and saw that the girl wasn't wearing a brassiere, her eyes grew so misty and heated that the expanse of white flesh which she was revealing seemed to blur and melt into a lascivious, fluffly blanket. The area of
Susannah's back was an infinite landscape of soft skin into which she could sink forever, merging with the girl's precious body in a voluptuous, sensual oneness . .
She lowered the zipper until the dress fell away from her back, revealing the girl's white bikini pants. Keeping her feet planted firmly on the floor, Susannah shook her body until the garment was shrugged to an untidy heap around her ankles, then stepped delicately out of the silky folds.
Louisa feasted her eyes on the glamorous sight of the girl's stockinged legs, running them slowly up the thighs and admiring the extremely taut grip of her garter belt. It pulled the sheer black stockings as tightly as possible over the girl's fleshy thigh-tops, drawing them up so that only a scant inch or two of bare skin existed between Susannah's panties and her garters.
The swell of her overflowing buttocks thrusting out of the flimsy and blatantly inadequate briefs, excited her tremendously and Louise recalled suddenly and vividly the lingerie photographs which had always attracted her attention in the glossy magazines.
She knew then that the seeds of her perverse desire had always been present within her. Buried in some deep, secret corner of her mind; never (until this moment) fully bursting into consciousness, they had nevertheless been partially satisfied by her choice of profession. In show business, where she was frequently on assignment with two or three other girls, Louisa was often surrounded in changing rooms and sometimes when posing for sexy publicity stills by scantily-clad female flesh.
The bareness of the under-dressed girls had served to quiet her unnatural instincts-but only for a certain time . . . Unknown to her, they had also unconsciously fanned the flames of her secret lust and now-with Susannah flaunting herself so shamelessly and seductively-Louisa understood that her craving for the naked bodies of her own sex was well and truly out in the open . . .
She watched as Susannah began to turn around to face her once more, the girl moving with a deliberate, provocative slowness. Her headache had magically disappeared-and Louisa knew that the cure had been effected more by the traumatic release of her nervous tension than by the aspirin.
Susannah stood in front of her and Louisa abandoned the pretense of shocked surprise and openly allowed her eyes to wander over the girl's charms.
They traveled an inch at a time over the exciting, practically nude flesh-starting at Susannah's thighs and moving upwards . . . She gazed upon the tight vee swelling around the crotch of the girl's panties; the hard, curvy mound thrusting beautifully, the taut swath of the white nylon cutting deeply into Susannah's vulva.
Her hips were gorgeously round the fleshy, making the girl's waist appear even smaller and nipped in than it was. Louisa's eyes flickered higher. And came to rest on Susannah's most prominent attributes: her very large and shapely breasts.
So that Louisa could admire them at their most sexy and flattering position, Susannah raised her arms and let her hands sweep her hair back on top of her head-causing her breasts to lift and swing momentarily. They really were enormous, Louisa thought, her eyes studying them greedily-hoping that Susannah wouldn't interrupt her appreciation by moving or speaking.
But the girl seemed perfectly content to stand still, hands raised and buried in her rich growth of hair, while Louisa literally gloated on the feminine riches of her body.
For several minutes the girls remained in this position; Louisa scarcely daring to breathe for fear that she would break the spell. Then, as if she felt that Susannah was growing restless, she began to slip out of her own dress-silently stepping out of the green chiffon and unclasping her brassiere.
In a moment, she stood before Susannah wearing only her panties and stockings. She used the self supporting type of nylons and felt even more naked than she looked without the rather comforting feel of a garter belt around her waist.
She ran her tongue over her lips nervously, wondering if she would make the first move towards a more intimate contact. But Susannah, after giving her a searching appraisal, closed the short distance between them and put her arms possessively around Louisa's waist. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh just above the woman's buttocks-and Louisa quivered, both with fear and expectation.
"That's much better," Susannah whispered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Isn't it, Louisa?"
"Yes . . . " Louisa heard herself saying. The sharp metal clips of Susannah's garters were digging into her thigh and she could feel the girl's hard crotch thrusting into her own pubic mound.
Even more thrilling than these points of contact was the highly erotic touching of their breasts. She glanced down quickly between their bodies: Susannah's huge white globes were squashed completely out of shape-sticking as hard as the girl could press them against her own, smaller, breasts.
Their nipples had stiffened tremendously, the four red buttons growing longer and thicker as they rubbed sweetly together.
Louisa closed her eyes, her senses beginning to swim, and rested her face against Susannah's. Softly, the girl was stealing her hands beneath the ridge of Louisa's panties. They drew the tight elastic up and the woman felt her bottom being gently massaged by Susannah's soothing, probing fingers.
At once she felt a sharp desire to do the same thing-to fondle and rub the intimate flesh of the girl's buttocks. The urge was strong for her to resist; and in any case, she thought with a smile, why should I resist it? Everything's completely out in the open now. Why shouldn't I do whatever I like to her? She's practically asked me to!
And Louisa followed suit, flattening her hands against Susannah's spine and slowly lowering them until her fingers slipped beneath the tight band of the girl's bikini briefs.
She sucked in her breath as the incredibly soft and supple mounds of flesh came into sweet contact with her fingers. She rubbed them firmly, her hands moving eagerly over the rich globes-at last giving full vent to her long-concealed desires.
Susannah began to writhe herself once more against Louisa, grinding her hips in an easy, slow motion action so that her crotch rubbed into her partner's. So gently did the girl begin this movement that Louisa was scarcely aware of it at first. She then felt Susannah's buttocks tensing and untensing beneath her fingers; the warm, yielding cheeks clenching as the girl increased the intensity of her rubbing.
Louisa imitated her. She urged her own loins forward, feeling an intense excitement welling up in her cunt as the sheer intimacy of what they were doing came home to her.
Holding each other's buttocks, cupping a fleshy cheek in each hand, the girls writhed tightly together. Their bodies touched at every possible point: from their faces, down to their breasts and tummies, and further downwards to their stockinged thighs, they clung as closely as they could.
Until Susannah whispered: "Let's go into the living room, darling, and get more comfortable."
Louisa took one hand out of Susannah's panties and kept the other resting firmly on the girl's right buttock. Susannah followed suit, and they moved slowly out of the bathroom and into the darkened front room-feeling the gentle, rhythmical wobbling of each other's bottom as they walked.
Louisa shivered. "Let me close the windows," she suggested. "It's very cold in here . . . " When she returned from pulling the windows shut and turning the thermostat a little higher, Susannah was already back on the couch. She lay at full-length, her arms resting placidly at her sides, the red glow from the fire giving her half-naked body a compelling, fiery glow; as if she had been summoned up from a hellish inferno.
And as Louisa approached her and Susannah made room for her to he on the couch the girl did resemble some kind of satanic she-devil, conjured up out of a weird, surrealistic nightmare. Her skin was bathed an exotic flame color, her blonde hair tinged a wild shining silver as it cascaded down over her breasts-effectively concealing them from view.
Louisa lay on her side, facing Susannah. She put her hand on the girl's waist, then moved it slowly upwards until her fingers could gently brush the burnished tresses away from the adorable titties.
Susannah watched as her breasts were brought back into full view by Louisa's smoothing hand. The woman's fingers drew the final wisps of hair off her nipples, then remained on the smooth surface: beginning to tickle the nipple with a soft and tentative stroking of her thumb.
She kept the digit beneath Susannah's nipple and drew it slowly up and down, constantly keeping the rising bud in contact with her thumb. Susannah squirmed despite herself. The caress was making her feel hot and itchy; not only in the region of her breast but also much further down her body.. .
Louisa moved a little closer to the girl, until her parted legs were clamped securely around Susannah's thigh. She grew a little bolder: her forefinger joined her thumb in fondling the girl's nipple, and, together, they began to squeeze and worry the juicy morsel-pinching it firmly, then easing the pressure . . . then increasing it.. . while the palm of her hand moved pleasantly on the ripe mound of soft, pliable flesh, rolling Susannah's breast from side to side.
The girl's garter was pressing almost painfully into Louisa's crotch. Its raised steel clasp seemed to be caressing its way between the lips of her cunt, pushing through the thin silk of her panties and working insolently against her clitoris . . .
Louisa could feel herself growing intensely excited by this unusual and stimulating pressure. She raised her left thigh and fitted her leg between Susannah's crotch-then bore down even harder on the metal clasp, beginning to rub her moist slit up and down on it.
This brought her face ever closer to Susannah's breast, and Louisa-through hot and eager eyes-saw the girl's other nipple only a brief space from her mouth. She glanced up at Susannah's face. The girl nodded slowly and deliberately.
"Kiss it, darling!" she urged. And the fierce yearning in Susannah's voice made Louisa feel weak with passion and desire. "Suck it! Suck my titty!" she moaned. "Oh, Louisa, please! Pet it-bite it-do anything you want.. . ! ! "
Louisa sank her lips into the fullness of the girl's breast. The warm flesh felt even softer against her mouth than it had looked-and she quickly fumbled her other hand onto the globe, holding it steady as she crammed as much of the satin-smooth titty between her lips as possible.
When she had her mouth completely full of the girl's wonderful breast, Louisa started to suck it. The firm and supple skin was quickly moistened by her saliva, the woman's lips working in a frantic, greedy gobbling action on Susannah's proud and red-tipped beauty.
Her other hand still cuddled the girl's far breast . . . her fingers never ceasing their rubbing and teasing of the nipple. And after she had mouthed and sucked deeply on the orb which was buried between her lips, Louisa let the gorgeous flesh escape-allowing the tit to wriggle out of her mouth and shimmy.
But before the cheeky red nipple could steal from between her teeth, she quickly clamped them shut around the stalk-biting angrily into the rosy bud and holding it tightly. Then she curled her tongue up and began to dart its tip over the imprisoned nipple: lapping and licking at the stiff and tasty morsel until Susannah was writhing in a terrible frenzy on the couch, her thighs twitching beneath Louisa's legs . . .
As if she was trying to revenge herself on the girl who was tormenting her nipple, she thrust her hand suddenly between Louisa's open thighs and started to rub her fingers urgently up and down the moist folds of the cunt-lips.
Louisa's first, instinctive reaction was to close her legs against this intimate treatment. Then she smiled, despite her excitement, as she remembered that they had abandoned both their moral scruples and their inhibitions.
Louisa shuddered with a sudden trembling ecstasy as she realized what this meant. Every inch of Susannah's body, every single part of the girl's most private and secret regions was hers to treat as the mood and the inspiration took her.
And Susannah had the right to do exactly as she pleased with her bodyl
No longer did it seem wrong to Louisa that she should desire the charms of another girl. How could it be wrong or perverted, she thought dreamily as her fingers plucked daintily at one of Susannah's nipples-and her teeth nibbled sweetly at the other. How could so blissful and wonderful an experience be sinful or evil?
She gave the warm, snug little nipple a loving pinch, and felt Susannah work an exploring finger beneath the elastic of her panties by way of reply. The girl quickly found the deep, rather wet slit of Louisa's cunt and began to ease the tip of her forefinger into it.
Carefully, making sure that she took the longest possible time over the insertion, Susannah dipped the finger into the raw mast of Louisa's pussy. She pried the lips gently apart, then rubbed her knuckles in a preliminary caress up and down the naked wound.
Her thighs began to twitch with a life all their own as, for the very first time, Louisa felt another girl's fingers fondling their way into her sex. She sucked harder on Susannah's nipple, breathlessly awaiting the moment when those slender female fingers would actually push their way remorselessly into her cunt.. .
But Susannah evidently intended to work her up to a fever pitch of desire before bringing her relief. The girl had found the ripe button of Louisa's clitoris, and, nipping it lightly between her forefinger and thumb, she began to toy idly with the stiff red protuberance.
Louisa began to moan, the sounds muffled by Susannah's breast. Hoping to speed the penetration she reluctantly left the girl's other nipple and stroked her hand down the body until her fingers could feel Susannah's panties resting silkily beneath them, She wriggled them under the tight waistband, pushing further downwards over the flat of the girl's belly. Her hand shook with excitement as they touched the short, curly hairs of Susannah's pubic patch and her fingers fondled a path through them and alighted upon the opening to her partner's vulva.
The soft, yielding lips which opened up like the petals of a rare flower made an effective contrast to the hardness of the girl's mound. The thick crotch had felt so firm and muscular beneath her fingers, Louisa mused. As if it were capable of penetrating her cunt and fucking her with as much satisfaction as-
As a man! She gasped, almost losing her hold on the nipple as the bizarre thought stuck her. While her fingers slotted themselves into the wide-lipped cunt, Louisa worked her thumb upwards until it was able to caress the hard pubic mound again.
Yes! Her fevered imagination had little difficulty in transforming the girl's particularly firm pubic mound into a reasonably approximate male organ. She petted it with her thumb, rubbing with harder and harder strokes-half-expecting it to rise up away from Susannah's body and truly assume the shape of a penis!
She was unable to dwell for very long on this exciting fantasy. For one thing, her other fingers had now slipped right into Susannah's vulva and she felt, with a momentary shock, the thick, sticky juices seeping strongly through.
For another, Louisa realized that her own cunt was becoming wet. Susannah had been busily manipulating her clitoris to such an extent that she had without knowing it, anointed the girl's fingers with her love-juice!
Louisa squeezed her middle and forefingers tightly together and pushed them slowly but firmly into Susannah's cunt-making them tremble and shake so that the girl had the added enjoyment of a frigging even while Louisa was still inserting them.
She was rewarded by feeling Susannah's fingers at long last slip right into her own pussy: and the relief and intense pleasure this gave her made Louisa want to smother the girl with kisses!
Why not? she thought suddenly. Why shouldn't I? Somehow, the mere act of putting her mouth on Susannah's and letting their lips meet in a long, moist lass shocked Louisa more than the far more intimate caresses they were at present giving to each other.
She found it almost impossible to formulate her feelings about it. Somehow, she couldn't understand why, kissing was a more unnatural practice to her than the most voluptuous fondling.
But Susannah was clearly expecting them to kiss each other. She brought her free hand up to Louisa's face and stroked her cheek gently.
"Let's kiss properly," she whispered, cradling Louisa's face in her palm, the fingers moving up to caress the woman's ear lobe. "Give me your mouth,, darling.. . "
Louisa allowed Susannah to draw their faces very close together. She trembled and felt herself stiffening as the girl pursed her lips and brought them very slowly into contact with hers. Her tongue stole out, intending to pass briefly over her lips: they were dry and parched-but Susannah quickly put out her tongue and ran it swiftly across Louisa's.
The wet, slithery meeting of their tongues electrified her. She withdrew from Susannah sharply, trying to twist her mouth away from the girl's searching lips.
Susannah held her chin firmly, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Kiss me!" she demanded fiercely. "Louisa-you're going to kiss me!! "
Susannah moving her fingers in a steady rhythm inside Louisa's soaking, terribly itching cunt, slipped her hand suddenly around her neck and pulled the woman's mouth against her own. With parted lips, she kissed Louisa urgently and passionately, sucking, then rubbing her mouth on Louisa until-with a sob-the latter girl surrendered and began to return the kiss ardently.
Their hungry red lips worked fervently together, pushing and straining, until Susannah once more brought her tongue into contact with Louisa's. She thrust it almost angrily between the girl's teeth-forcing it into her mouth and then running it with slow, deliberate possessiveness around her teeth and gums.
Tentatively, Louisa licked at the underside of Susannah's tongue. The wet, ultra-sensitive organ provoked a violent reaction from her. Again, she felt that tremendous shock; as if she had darted her tongue against a live rail!
But this time the sensation thrilled rather then terrified her. She was conscious of being immensely daring, unbelievably bold!
Louisa repeated the action, and kept her tongue in position beneath Susannah's. "Mmmmmm!" Susannah mumbled. Her tongue started to move faster around Louisa's mouth, tapping at the roof, licking experimentally around the inside cheeks.
She also pushed her fingers even more deeply up the tight hole of Louisa's cunt and started to do something which made the girl shudder with pleasure. It took her some minutes to realize that Susannah was using her fingernails-scratching firmly, insistently at the tender, vulnerable upper wall of her pussy.
Suddenly a white, searing pain exploded behind her eyes. She tore her mouth from Susannah's a sharp cry of agony coming from her lips. Susannah hugged her with her free hand.
"Oh, darling-I'm so sorry!" she soothed. "That was wicked of me, I scratched you too hard! Oh, Louisa, I didn't mean to hurt you so much, darling. What can I say? What can I do, my precious?"
Blinking away the hot tears which flooded her eyes, Louisa suddenly realized that Susannah had done it to her on purpose. She had deliberately and savagely cut deeply into the rawness of her cunt with one of those wicked fingernails I
A second later, she also realized why Susannah had done it.. .
"Quickly, darling," the girl went on. "Let me put my tongue inside you-I'll lick it all better for you. I promise! There, there! It must feel so sore, Louisa. But your Susannah will soon make it feel nice again . . . I'll make all the hurt go away, darling-honestly!"
Crooning to Louisa as if she were a child, the girl gently withdrew her fingers from the sorely scratched cunt and, talking all the while, re-positioned herself so that she was kneeling on the carpet with her head between Louisa's thighs.
The pain had subsided by now, but Louisa was far too excited by the tongue-caressing she was about to receive to tell Susannah that she needn't bother. The prospect of having her cunt licked by this beautiful young girl was worth the few moments of agony she'd suffered, and Louisa had never before been subjected to such a treatment. Marty had never shown any inclination to kiss her in that very special place and she had never been able to bring herself to suggest that it might be fun . . .
"Let's take these off first, shall we?" Susannah was whispering. "I can't reach you properly with your panties on, darling!"
She ducked her head quickly under Louisa's legs and the next moment Louisa felt her briefs pulled gently away from her hips. Susannah drew them over her legs and tossed them aside, then put her hands back on Louisa's legs-caressing up the inside of her stocking-clad thighs.
"Mmmmm, that's a clever idea, isn't it?" Susannah was referring to Louisa's stay-up stockings. The girl ran her fingertips around the reinforced tops. "Very smart!" she murmured. Then, firmly, she parted Louisa's legs again-resting them over her shoulders and bringing her face close to the woman's completely naked cunt.
Louisa felt intensely embarrassed by the minute and detailed examination which Susannah was giving her vagina. And she wondered, with a stab of jealously, how many other girls Susannah inspected so intimately.
Susannah's tongue licked from the very base of her long-slitted cunt to its apex-pushing wetly between the lips and slowly rubbing its velvet path up the entire length of her lips! So far, the girl's mouth had not touched her: Susannah must have thrust her tongue out as far as it would stretch, knowing that Louisa would be even more excited by the caress of her tongue alone than by her lips-at this stage, anyway. But eventually, after a succession of slow and methodical licks, she decided to give Louisa the full benefit of her mouth and lips.
Louisa felt Susannah's fingers on her pussy-lips. They peeled them gently apart, pinching the swollen flesh softly and opening her cunt to its widest capacity. Then the girl blew sweetly into the opening-sending a steady stream of warm air issuing into Louisa's utterly exposed sex-slot.
Looking down at her seducer, Louisa saw that Susannah's head was moving up and down; she felt the girl's lips pursing tightly-then a tremendous jolt of pleasure flooded her body as her cunt was sucked in one long, beautiful breath into Susannah's mouth. The feeling was so intense that Louisa was almost convinced that Susannah had drawn her pussy inside out and was swallowing the raw, red flesh!
Again and again the girl sucked . . . And with every intake of Susannah's breath, Louisa was transported higher and higher into a state of sheer, ecstatic bliss!
She realized dimly that Susannah was also fondling her bottom-the girl's fingers caressing the naked cheeks and occasionally stroking into the warm, moist cleavage. But she could scarcely feel any sensation there or anywhere else in her body. For all she knew, she might be lying on a bed of nails. All that mattered, all she was aware of, were the incredible waves of pleasure emanating from the hot, sticky place between her thighs.
She raised her buttocks from the cushions, lifting her open crotch more directly into Susannah's face. The girl supported her, cupping her buttocks under her fingers while she licked and sucked with ever-faster gulps into' Louisa's cunt.
Susannah, though she had appeared quite sober during their sudden and very abandoned intimacies, was in fact still in a state of inebriation. She knew what she was doing, but the amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the evening had completely numbed her inhibitions. The girl felt totally amoral, wonderfully free from any kind of restraint.. .
And she was giving her voluptuous partner such pleasure! Such deep, wonderful pleasure! Louisa was making gurgling noises of satisfaction, writhing her limbs in a gorgeously trembling abandonment. . .
It had never been like this! Never! Louisa felt so utterly free, so limitless in her capacity for sexual pleasure. She knew that there was a limit: knew that she would soon reach a certain point where the feeling of ecstasy would explode in a final, frantic orgasm-but Susannah was delaying that inevitable moment so beautifully, so cleverly!
The joy she was experiencing threatened to overwhelm her completely. With every inward suck of Susannah's lips she was lifted higher and higher towards a state of impossible bliss.
It's too much, too much! she wanted to cry. But her excitement grew more and more intense-shattering all her previous concepts of sexual fulfillment.
And it was almost without her consent that, ultimately, Louisa reached the zenith of her lust!.. .
Instantly, the girl glued her lips more tightly than ever to Louisa. She sucked furiously, gulping down all the liquid froth.
Louisa's cunt pulsed wildly against Susannah's mouth, her clitoris wriggling and seething with excitement. Carefully, Susannah kept her lips working in rhythm with Louisa's spasms until she was quite sure that the woman had passed her first climax.
"Oh . . . oh, darling!" Susannah moaned when she pulled her lips unglued from Louisa's still-throbbing cunt. "So long.. . so good.. . taste so good."
Susannah was almost asleep, but she did manage to pull her body up alongside Louisa and cup the contented face in her hands and kiss the lips warmly. "You're beautiful, Louisa," she sighed in a whisper that was barely audible. "Your pussy's beautiful, Louisa. It's been so long . . . next time . . . something else . . . you'll.. . . "
And then Susannah's hands released their hold on Louisa's face and she fell fast asleep, perhaps dreaming of their two weeks together with the men devoting most of their time to work, while the wives.. . .
For Louisa, sleep did not come nearly so easily. She felt both anxious to find out what the beautiful young Susannah meant by: "next time . . . something else," and the very definite promise the words contained of much more of this warm and wonderful new kind of lovemaking that was in store for her, and she was scared too.
Why should she be afraid, Louisa pondered? Did she love her husband any less? Did she not still want him to satisfy her completely? Did she not. "Complete satisfaction?" Louisa suddenly realized how good she felt, how relaxed, how tensionless. She felt love with Susannah cuddled next to her, yet her body thrilled comfortably at the thought of how that beautiful mouth and tongue had provided her with the most intimate sexual caress she had ever experienced in all her life!
Was Susannah a lesbian? Impossible, Louisa thought. Why would she be so happily married to a man if she preferred sex with girls? Why would Louisa be so much in love with Marty and want more from him, if she were a lesbian?
That was the point that bothered her more than anything else, rather than a rationalization. Louisa wanted more in sex from Marty. She desperately wanted him to go down and suck her like Susannah had done. She wanted to suck him off all the way and swallow his come, really eat him. Susannah's secretions were so copious and Louisa wondered how she would taste. Apparently, Susannah liked the taste of her secretions as she licked inside her wet cunt so much.
Was she a bi-sexual, Louisa wondered? Were they both bi-sexual? Was bi-sexuality as abnormal as homosexuality? Why shouldn't women be able to enjoy sex with both men and other females? No, she decided, real bi-sexuality would have to be abnormal too. But what difference did it make? Being a genius was being abnormal, wasn't it?
And then finally a smile crept across Louisa's tired and worried face. She had read somewhere that nearly everybody, male or female, had the capacity to desire a homosexual act, that there was a homosexual component, no matter how small, in nearly everybody's personality.
With that thought in mind, Louisa turned over on her side and went to sleep peacefully.
The next morning, it was Susannah's turn for concern. When she woke up and found herself naked and snuggled tightly against an equally naked Louisa, she instinctively moved away. The vivid memory of their recent lesbian lovemaking flooded her body with conflicting emotions. Susannah thought that her previous lesbian acts with girls at school, at college, were simply a part of growing up, of adolescence.
Susannah frowned again when she realized that she and not Louisa had been the one to take the initiative. She could slightly excuse herself by recalling all she had to drink that she might have been seduced into it only because she had been almost drunk. Louisa did have such provocative eyes, and she had been certain that Louisa had mentally undressed her from the time they first arrived at the Gebhart's.
What to do, Susannah pondered? Should she go ahead and admit to herself that Louisa's body did excite her? Should she allow their relationship to develop during the plethora of opportunities they would have to be alone together the next two weeks? So far, it hadn't been fair for Susannah. She had yet to have her pussy sucked by Louisa, something that she wanted and had wanted very much the previous evening. Of course! Susannah deserved a reward for her act of sucking and licking Louisa to such a successful orgasm, didn't she? Of course, Susannah had managed a very wonderful orgasm too, but it would have been so much better if Louisa had put her beautiful mouth and tongue to her pussy and licked and sucked her tender nymphae and clit.
Yes, Louisa thought to herself, I do deserve to have the favor returned. That certainly wouldn't make her a dyke, a real lesbian. Would it?
The long jet flight to Acapulco the next afternoon was an experience in tension for both Susannah and Louisa. They chatted aimlessly, seeming to make concerted efforts to dredge up any subject in the world to talk about. Yet they never once looked each other in the eye. They seemed to be deliberately avoiding such an encounter. Did the men notice it? Susannah felt almost certain that Al could detect something odd about the way they were acting. Louisa felt reasonably sure that Marty suspected nothing. He was far too engrossed in talking about Al's play.
A sudden change in temperature greeted the passengers when they walked from the air-conditioned comfort of the big jet into the broiling Mexican mid-afternoon sunlight. However, they would soon be swimming in the beautifully clear Pacific. Within less than an hour, they would reach the private villa they had rented, and would have their own private beach.
The warmth of the air, coupled with the sweet fragrance of tropical flowers and trees, made her feel a lot happier. Impulsively, Susannah took Louisa's hand in hers and swung them lightly as they walked. Louisa squeezed her fingers and gave her a happy smile.
"I was beginning to think you hated me!" she whispered. "What was it? Just a bad hangover?"
Susannah nodded, returning the pressure of Louisa's hand. They followed Marty and Al into the customs section and waited while the men cleared their luggage. Still holding hands, the girls looked into each other's eyes; exchanging glances of mutual admiration and affection.
In the airport lounge a man was waiting with the keys to their hired car. Susannah and Louisa sat in the back seat together, gazing out of the windows at the vista of new sights which swept quickly past
Soon, they were heading out into the countryside.
"It's beautiful!" Louisa breathed. "Just as I've always imagined it!" She wasn't referring entirely to the Mexican landscape, however. Louisa was thinking rather of the lovely curves of Susannah's sweet body!
She openly admitted to herself that she had been completely captivated by the girl. As soon as her eyes had opened that morning a part of Louisa's mind had slipped into a dreamy, preoccupied reverie about Susannah's wonderful charms-and the intense pleasure which they had given to her the previous night.
Louisa's worries of the night before seemed to have completely vanished, and she felt like scolding herself for being so Victorian in her ideas. There was not even the slightest trace of remorse or regret for what she had done. Perhaps it was the peace and quiet and beauty of the Mexican seashore which was in sight during most of the drive. But whatever it was, Louisa felt wonderfully free of any guilt feelings.
She rested her hand affectionately on Susannah's knee. It would be so easy for the two of them to get away from their husbands. Everything was working out so perfectly, Louisa thought. The only problem was the way Marty had been treated by the producers. She wondered if they would really blackball him completely, even if he came back with a terrific collaboration job on Al's play and his usual powerhouse promotion schemes.
What was Al really like? Louisa began to wonder as saw his eyes and nose reflected in the driving mirror. The eyes were pale blue and rather weak looking, she noticed. They lacked the strength and firm determination that Marty's eyes could express. She really doubted that Al would be capable of negotiating with the big producers and backers the way Marty did. It might be, Louisa mused, that Al required some additional reason, something more than loyalty, to force the Broadway moguls to keep Marty as a part of the deal.
And Louisa wondered fleetingly if an affair with Marty's wife would help guarantee Al's allegiance . . . She giggled to herself finding it hard to suppress a loud peal of laughter at the idea. "You're turning into quite an amoral libertine, Mrs. Gebhart!" she reprimanded herself. "You'll be suggesting that we all get together and have a wonderful gang-bang in a minute."
Her amusement vanished abruptly. Louisa felt a sharp jolt of excitement at the pit of her stomach and she had a sudden vision of them all-the four of them-in a tangle of wild, erotic positions . . . Susannah and herself kissing and caressing, while Marty and Al struggled to fuck them.
She pressed her thighs together tightly. An uncanny suspicion that this fantastic notion might, just possibly, be a premonition of things to come stole over her. But no one else would ever agree to it, the rational side of her mind insisted. Susannah wouldn't . . . Marty certainly wouldn't-out of pride, if nothing else.
And Al? She stared at the back of the writer's neck. He was still rather an unknown quantity to her.
All at once, Louisa knew that she was seriously considering ways and means of bringing about such a four-some. She forced herself to look out of the window again and stare blankly at the sun-baked fields. The white road cut a deep swath through them, like a straight and clean razor stroke across a stubbled cheek.
Louisa thought that if she did instigate such an orgy (this was nothing more than a time-consuming exercise, she told herself), if she did plan it, the person to start with would have to be Al. Idly, though secretly aware that her calculations were quite deliberate, she mused on the possibilities.
Supposing Al "caught" Susannah and herself in a compromising situation? Would it really be so difficult to seduce him, getting Susannah so excited that she joined in?
Louisa mulled this over thoughtfully. It would mean running the risk of losing Susannah, she realized. In the other hand, though . . . it might very well succeed in providing her with both a female and a male bed-partner at one and the same time!
Her speculation quickened, her eyes grew heated and the lids felt heavy and slumberous. That was quite a prospect! The next stage-persuading Marty to join in-was more formidable, but that bridge could be crossed when she came to it.. .
She licked her lips in a delicious anticipation. Apart from everything else, her little scheme might very well help Marty's career. At the very least it would cement Al's loyalty to them. She could make quite sure that he had such a gorgeously sexy time with them that he'd hate to do anything that might disrupt their relationship.
Their villa was a two-bedroom residence, with a sunny, spacious lounge, sun-bathing patio and a study where the men intended to work. They had rented it from one of Marty's friends who was at present making more money from hiring out his villa than from working on or off Broadway. Everything was in perfect order when they unlocked the door. A maid came in twice a day to clean and cook, and she had a meal ready for them.
After lunch, a filling and excellently prepared lobster dish with local vegetables, Susannah and Louisa changed into their swim suits and announced that they were going to the beach.
"Better throw a couple of wraps over your shoulders," Marty warned. "The locals don't like bikini clad girls running around-this isn't Atlantic City you know."
Louisa pouted at him. She thrust her breasts out deliberately and swayed her hips in an exaggerated but sexy imitation of a stripper.
They'll have to get used to it!" she announced. I came here to get a sun-tan and I don't intend to wear anything more than le minimum all day long--every day!" She tossed her head. T might slip into something more decent in the evenings-if you really want me to, that is!"
Marty stared at her, frowning a little. This wasn't like Louisa. She both looked and sounded very much out of character. True, she had an outgoing personality, but he'd never heard her speaking like that in front of comparative strangers. Or parading her body so blatantly. He shrugged and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Maybe it had something to do with the party, he thought. Perhaps she still felt high . . . Either that or she'd been at his Benzedrine tablets.
She blew him a kiss then turned and went out the door followed closely by Susannah. The girls were wearing practically identical bikinis: the colors were different, but the extreme brevity of the costumes was consistent. They both revealed as much of the flesh they were intended to conceal as possible; cut away at the front to two tiny triangles of cloth--barely covering the abdomen.
And as he watched them walking away, he could see the cheeks of their bottoms spilling out from beneath the inadequate pants. The door slammed shut behind the girls and Marty finished his coffee, then lit a cigarette.
"How long have you been married, Al?" he asked suddenly. "A couple of years?"
"A bit more than that, seven, actually. Why do you ask?"
Marty drew thoughtfully on his cigarette. "No particular reason," he said. "I was wondering just how well you knew your wife. Pretty well, I suppose, after all that time?"
Al nodded rather uncertainly. "I guess so . . . Why-aren't you and Louisa all that close?"
"Not really." Marty stood up and walked over to the window. He watched Louisa and Susannah as they picked their way carefully over the rough path to the beach. They were holding hands, moving down the stony track and clutching at each other to keep their balance. The sound of their giggling reached his ears and Marty turned away, irritated and vaguely disturbed-though he couldn't understand why.. .
"We used to be," he went on; crossing the room again and standing over Al. "She seems different lately-I don't know.. . " He gave Al a searching look. "You've not noticed anything . . . anything a little odd about Louisa and Susannah, have you?"
Al stiffened visibly. "What do you mean?" he asked quickly. "Odd?"
Marty studied him carefully. The question seemed to have upset Al quite considerably. "Go on," he urged. Tell me what you meant by that remark."
"Never mind. Forget it." Marty thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and moved away. Tm still worried about that ending," he said, changing the subject. "I don't agree that it should be as inconclusive as you've written it. It doesn't necessarily have to be neat and tidy-or tragic. But lately all the plays seem to have fizzled out, leaving everything up in the air. It's about time we returned to a more positive form of climax.. . "
Al was only half-listening. In any case, they'd gone over this particular point before-and there would be a lot of arguments and discussions before they reached agreement. What had disturbed him was Marty's remark about his wife: about Susannah and Louisa.
It hadn't escaped his notice that the two girls seemed to have been quite close together since the party. And he wondered vaguely if something wasn't going on between his wife and Louisa. But Susannah had sworn to him-shortly after their marriage-that although she'd had lesbian experiences in the past, she was through with them now she'd met Al.. .
He would have dismissed the slight suspicion at the back of his mind if it hadn't been for Marty's hint that he, too, had discerned something "not quite right" about the girls' friendship.
Now the fear that Susannah might be slipping back into her old habits returned to haunt and worry Al. He began to find hints of an unnatural relationship in their every glance, their every exchange . . . Through Marty's conversation he superimposed the picture of the two girls walking hand-in-hand to the beach; wearing such scanty bathing suits, giggling together.. .
"You haven't listened to a bloody word!" Marty cried suddenly. "Where are you? You look miles away!"
Al started, shaken out of his unpleasant thoughts. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I-I was following what you said. You don't think the climax should be so inconclusive."
"That was five minutes ago!" Marty stopped, searching Al's face to see if the man had taken his sly hint seriously. Then, "You're worried about them, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
The writer saw immediately that Marty understood the problem. A rapport was kindled instantly between the two men-they exchanged a long, slow look . . . and Al realized that Marty had precisely the same doubts in his mind about Louisa as he had about Susannah. He nodded, his voice practically a whisper as he said: "Yes, I am . . . "
Marty sat on the edge of the table, staring down at him. "I thought so. I could tell by the way you kept watching them. What are you going to do about it?"
"We don't know for sure that they're actually . . . " His voice trailed away. Tight-lipped, Al went on: "It's a hell of a thing to suspect, isn't it? That your wife is a-a lesbian!"
"I guess it is." Marty rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It wasn't until I sounded you out that I really thought it was possible. But it looks as if we've both arrived at the same conclusion. You remember, this morning, I went into the bedroom first?" Al nodded. "They were curled up in each other's arms, obviously naked. I went out of the room quickly, in case I embarrassed Louisa. After all, there wasn't anything so odd about that: they'd both had a hell of a lot to drink and they probably tumbled into bed-cuddling together without thinking.
"But before I left, I saw the look on Louisa's face." Marty paused, staring at the wall behind Al as if seeing again the expression on his wife's lips; a dreamy, satisfied half-smile, the tip of her tongue gently protruding. It seemed to betray her, that manifestation of sensual satisfaction. It spoke of recently savored delights, blissful euphoria.
"There was something about the atmosphere of the room, something I can't put into words." He tapped his fingers on his crossed leg, drumming them at random on his thigh.
"Has Susannah ever had a homosexual affair?"
Al colored. "Before we were married," he blurted out, as if afraid to hesitate in case his courage deserted him. "She admitted it to me-said she didn't want to have any secrets . . . But she's never repeated it, I'm sure of that." He looked at Marty appealingly. "Are you sure we're not simply tensed up because of the play and seeing intrigues where there aren't any? Both of us have been living with it for the past week or so. Maybe it's making us imagine things?"
"Yeah, maybe." Marty seemed doubtful. "I'd still like to know what we ought to do about it if it turns out we're right." He smiled suddenly. "Somehow, I don't feel as angry about it as I ought! It's not at all the same reaction I'd have if I thought Louisa was having an affair with a man!"
There was a short silence. "Are you going to ask her outright?" Al queried. "To see what her reaction is?"
Marty looked thoughtful, considering the suggestion seriously. "I don't think so," he said at last. "It's probably best to let things ride at the moment. Ji they are having an affair, it'll most likely blow over in a few days. Louisa's not really that way inclined--I'm quite sure of that. And it's more probable that she's simply experimenting . . . I've been so wrapped up in my work lately that I haven't paid her very much attention. She may be bored, restless.
"Frankly, I don't think either of us can afford an emotional harangue right now. He need to focus all our energy on the play if we want to get it into shape. In any case, you may well be right: We're letting our imaginations run away with us."
Marty swung himself down from the table. "I wouldn't mention any of this to Susannah," he warned. "Either way-right or wrong-it won't do any good to start accusing her. Save your rhetoric for the script! We're going to need it!"
Al regarded him curiously. "You're a pretty callous bastard, aren't you?" he said wonderingly. There was no venom in his voice-just a kind of detached interest. "Your career, the play, your talent . . . you put that before everything, don't you? Even in front of your personal life!"
"That's right." Marty punched him lightly on the shoulder. "And you'd better learn to do the same, Allen-boy. If you want to get anywhere, that is. In this business a little thing like infidelity is strictly of secondary importance.
"Listen: we could spend the rest of this vacation either fighting and squabbling over a possibly nonexistent lesbian relationship between our wives; or keep it to ourselves and brood so much that we can't write a damned thing!
"I don't intend to do either! Sure, well observe them-see if they really are up to something together. But that's all I plan to do, see? Be a relatively disinterested voyeur!
"In case you've forgotten, I've got a hell of a lot wrapped up in this play: possibly my whole career. If we do a really great job on it and finally decide that you owe me enough loyalty to insist that I handle it-"
Marty paused, fixing Al with a steady, penetrating stare.
"I'm not having it all fucked-up by what you call my 'personal life'! You're damned right I'm not! And don't think you've made it yet, Al, because you haven't! The synopsis is fine, the first half of the play is as good as we can get it, but you need that second act revised and re-written, boy! And you need me to help you do it-don't forget that!"
He grinned at Al cheerfully, but Marty's chest felt constricted, his nerves taut and his heart racing. There wasn't the slightest trace in his mind (after Al had told him that Susannah was no stranger to lesbianism) that she and Louisa were lovers. The fact knotted his stomach, screwed him up inside.. .
"I wonder," Al was saying. "I wonder if there's anything, anything at all, which would make you put your career in second place."
Marty turned away from him, reaching for his cigarettes. "I doubt it," he replied. "I doubt it very much"
CHAPTER FIVE
Louisa flung her towel down on the warm, soft sand and ran quickly into the sea. She splashed into the gentle waves until they lapped around her thighs, they dived headlong into them-striking out in a brisk crawl until she was several yards from the shore.
Susannah followed more slowly, wading into the azure waters and letting her hands trail in them. Her briefly-clad body, covered only by the abbreviated pants and long-slung bra of her bikini, looked white and beautiful against the shimmering, golden sands behind her. Louisa rolled over onto her back, floating easily on the calm, translucent sea and watched as the girl drew nearer to her; Susannah's breasts now lolling gently under the lapping waves as she stood chest-deep in the sea.
"Come on!" she cried. "Swim out to me-it's a bit cooler the farther out you go!"
Susannah shook her head. "I can't swim!" she called back. "You go ahead: I'll just splash around-I don't want to get out of my depth!"
Louisa's eyes gleamed as a rather amusing idea occurred to her. How nice it would be to teach Susannah to swim, she thought. They could start with the breast stroke and gradually proceed to more advanced lessons! She began to propel herself to the girl's side, using a fast over-arm action which brought her close to Susannah in a few moments.
She trod water, her feet just above the sandy bottom. "It's about time you learned!" Louisa smiled. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself-not being able to swim at your age! Here-"
She reached out and took Susannah's hands, drawing the girl closer. "I'll give you a few elementary lessons . . . "
The beach behind them was absolutely deserted. It curved out at this point to form a small bay; sheltering them from the public stretches which extended for a couple of miles on either side of their roped-off, private sands. Although they could hear the distant murmuring of voices, they were completely hidden from view at this juncture, as removed from inquisitive eyes as if the entire coastline was deserted.
Louisa felt Susannah's firm, buoyant breasts pressing against hers as she slid her hands under the girl's armpits and supported her. The rich curves were lifted by the waves, then dragged slightly downwards by the undertow; making them bobble rhythmically every few seconds. Under the water, Susannah's bare tummy moved wetly against Louisa's-the flesh seeming to be even softer beneath the liquid caress of the sea.
They remained for several moments in this position: their eyes communing silently, their bodies touching . . . "Let's begin, shall we?" Louisa's question was understood by both girls to refer to more intimate matters than a swimming lesson, and Susannah lowered her eyes-feeling suddenly shy and confused.
It was one thing to pet and caress with another girl when the lights were low and you were pretty high on whisky. Here, under the blazing sun, where it was impossible to avoid each other's eyes, she felt vaguely ashamed of her impulses. Her desire to touch and fondle Louisa's body was no less strong than it had been the previous night-Susannah didn't try to pretend that it wasn't. But she also knew that this time Louisa would have to be the aggressor. Louisa would have to take the initiative.
Luckily, it appeared that Marty's wife had every intention of doing precisely that! She moved to Susannah's side, passing one hand around the girl's shoulders and letting the other slide down her back until the fingers rested beneath Susannah's thighs.
"Let yourself go," she encouraged. "Go on-He back in the water. I'll keep you afloat."
Slowly, Susannah obeyed her. She lifted her feet from the sea-bottom and the buoyancy of the water, together with Louisa's supporting hands, made her rest easily on the surface: the waves running deliciously over her floating body.
"Chin up!" Louisa ordered. She could feel the extreme softness of Susannah's under-thigh against her fingers; the flesh rippling and sleek beneath her hand. The girl's round and smooth shoulder fitted sweetly into her other hand, Louisa's fingers curling firmly around the voluptuous shape.
"Don't panic!" she warned Susannah. "I'm going to let your head go. There! All right?"
Susannah nodded, trying to play the part of a non-swimmer though she guessed that she could probably out-distance Louisa if they had a race! Her pretense that she couldn't swim had been a spur-of-the-moment subterfuge-a brilliant inspiration! Susannah had felt that there ought to be some kind of pretext for their lovemaking-and what could be better than a swimming lesson? It would also encourage Louisa to be the more dominant partner; and Susannah considered that, after last night, it was time that she enjoyed the passive role!
She allowed herself to relax on the water, feeling Louisa's hand move from her thighs to her bottom.
The woman's fingers came to rest under the cheeks, pushing upwards into the thin, much too small panties which were pasted to her buttocks by the undulating sea.
Susannah felt them pressing firmly and rudely into her ass; the tips of Louisa's fingers sticking boldly right into the crease itself. She closed her eyes against the fierce glare of the sun, letting herself submit entirely to Louisa's hands-dreamily content to be touched and fondled in any fashion which the woman might wish.
Louisa cupped the soft, yielding globe of the girl's buttock, raising it firmly until Susannah's belly and crotch were lifted right out of the water. Then she studied the exciting view with burning eyes, leaning slightly over the girl and peering down at Susannah's scantily-covered pussy.
The lower half of the bikini, now that it had become thoroughly wettened by the sea, adhered like a second skin to the girl's pubic mound. The hard, thrusting curve was beautifully displayed for her-and just below that, Louisa could see quite clearly the long, deep fine of Susannah's cunt-the sexy lips easily discernible beneath the clinging wetness of the girl's pale blue swimsuit.
She ran her eyes slowly upwards, over the flat belly, admiring the whiteness of her abdomen, the tiny crevice of her navel . . . the thrilling curve of the girl's hips. Louisa began to fondle the wet cheeks of Susannah's ass as she let her eyes travel to the overflowing orbs of the girl's bosom.
Susannah's breasts were only just contained by the tight-fitting bra cups. They jutted proudly through the thinness of the material, the nipples already stiff from their contact with the cool sea.
Rubbing Susannah's buttocks in a firm, unhurried caress, Louisa began to imagine that the cheeks and her breasts were interchangeable; they lacked only the hard red nipples to be indistinguishable from her titties, she thought-clasping the soft, full dumplings between her fingers, stroking and cuddling them in turn.
Then Louisa thought how beautiful it would be to fondle Susannah's cunt beneath the water. She could hold the girl's breasts at the same time-and also admire with her eyes the round globes of her bottom. Perhaps even slip the pants into the divide between the cheeks and see them even more fully.
The idea made her feel breathless and excited. She squeezed her thighs tightly together to relieve the itchy tension which was welling up in her cunt, tensing and untensing the muscles so that the lips of her sex were rubbed firmly and satisfyingly into each other.
"Turn over, darling," Louisa whispered. "Let's see if you can keep afloat the other way round."
Susannah obediently did as she was told, threshing a little to keep up the pretense that she couldn't swim. Louisa swiftly transferred her hands to a new position; one moving beneath Susannah's breasts and holding the girl afloat by cupping the titty nearest to her-the other sliding under the girl's crotch.
She could feel the rising curve of Susannah's pubis resting snugly on her fingers. The sweet little mound pressed sexily into her hand, seeming to quiver preciously beneath the tightness of the girl's bikini pants.
Louisa rubbed her hand backwards and forwards, sliding her fingers in a firm, exploring caress over Susannah's deliciously wet cunt. At the same time, her breast-holding hand started to massage the fulsome globe: squeezing gently but persistently at the extremely soft and supple orb which hung below the water.
Susannah's bottom was sticking out of the waves, only an occasional rush of the sea splashing saltily over the twin hemispheres. Louisa stared down at them, at the portions of ass flesh which protruded from the tight blue casing.
Three inches or more of the generously plump cheeks were thrusting nakedly out of Susannah's pants. The woman stared hotly at the sharp, cutting line of the bikini as it scored into the softness of the girl's orbs. Her eyes showed concern; pity for the poor, delicate flesh which was constrained so tightly by the swimsuit. Quickly, she lifted her hand from Susannah's crotch to the girl's ass again-tugged the sides of the bikini right into the crease so that the cheeks were completely revealed-then slipped her fingers back into position: fondling leisurely across the bulgy pubic mound.
The magnificent orbs of ass jutted proudly now. Twin white balloons of round, sexy flesh, they looked resplendent and daringly naked.
Louisa murmured: "You might as well get a sun-tan on your bottom, darling! Now-" (While she spoke, her hands were busily fondling Susannah's breasts and cunt; squeezing and playing lasciviously with the girl's charms). "See if you can float all by yourself. Don't worry, I'll catch you if you start to sink! My hands will only be a little way from you!"
Susannah put her arms out tentatively, feeling Louisa's fingers slip more intimately against her pussy (now only concealed by an inch-thick strip of cotton panties). The girl wriggled her legs, deliberately striking out away from Louisa. She swam a few feet then went under.. . gurgling and spluttering.
Instantly, Louisa was at her side, dragging the squirming girl to the surface again-her hands groping for Susannah's arms, sliding and slithering over her breasts and touching, momentarily, the stiff ripeness of the girl's nipples.
"Whew!" Susannah gasped when her head was above water. I feel as if I've swallowed half the ocean!" She stood very close to Louisa breathing heavily. The woman ran her hands slowly down Susannah's back until they encompassed the nude mounds of the girl's buttocks. In the cool silkiness of the sea the globes felt even softer and sexier than usual . . . and Louisa rubbed them with lingering strokes of her fingers.
Susannah became suddenly impatient with her game. She had also realized that if Louisa found out that she had been fooling her, the woman might well decide to chastise her . . . Perhaps spank her bottom rather sexily!
Breaking into a peal of laughter she broke free of Louisa's embrace and swam with a fast, smooth butterfly stroke out to sea.
"Hey!" Louisa's mouth opened in surprise. She watched the fast-retreating figure of Susannah's body with amazement, her features finally settling into an amused and delighted expression as the girl's' clever hoax sank home.
Then a determined smile on her lips, Louisa launched herself in hot pursuit. She couldn't be sure, finally, whether Susannah allowed her to catch up or not . . . But Louisa was soon abreast of the girl-and swung her arm tightly around her shoulder, ducking her mercilessly.
"You sly bitch!" Louisa exclaimed when Susannah's face emerged from the waves. "I ought to-"
And then she disappeared beneath the water as Susannah dragged her down, holding her tightly around the waist. Clawing and fighting, the girls fought their way to the surface again-Susannah triumphantly waving Louisa's briefs in her hand!
Before the woman could clutch at her, the girl struck out for the shore, holding Louisa's bikini between her teeth. They began to race for the beach in earnest now, Louisa determined to catch Susannah before she gained the safety of dry land-with her scanty prize!
But with powerful strokes, Susannah reached the shallows long before Louisa could close the distance between them and she splashed up the beach with the woman still several feet behind her. Making a final, desperate attempt, Louisa flung herself forward-groping for the girl's ankles.
She tugged them violently-and Susannah went sprawling into the sand, throwing her arms out wildly and releasing her hold on Louisa's bikini.
Swiftly, Louisa spread-eagled herself on top of the girl: seizing Susannah's shoulders and jamming her body as tightly as possible into the panting, gasping half-naked flesh.
Giggling, Susannah heaved herself upwards-and the two girls rolled over and over on the soft, golden sand, clutching at each other, the burnished grains sticking to their wet bodies.
Although their wrestling was only half serious, both Louisa and Susannah were determined to gain the upper hand. They squirmed and wriggled, their bare legs flashing, their arms whirling . . . Louisa's naked bottom coated with particles of sand.
It was probably due to Susannah's amusement that Louisa finally got the girl pinned down. She was laughing helplessly despite her attempts to fight the woman off-and Louisa managed to sit on her chest, squashing her knees firmly on Susannah's wrists so that the girl was helpless.
And since Louisa was now completely naked apart from her bra, this meant that she was giving Susannah a magnificent view of her cunt: the lips were stretched open by the wide splay of her thighs, and the long pink gash was only a matter of an inch from the girl's face.
"There, you beast!" Louisa gasped. "I'll teach you to fool me and then rip my pants off!"
She started to jig up and down on Susannah's chest, knocking what little breath the girl had left out of her body. At the same time, Louisa (since her hands were free) slipped her fingers into the cups of Susannah's bra and deliberately began to fondle the girl's breasts; pinching and kneading them ruthlessly.
"Ouch!" Susannah panted. "Oof! I can't breathe, darling-woof!" (Louisa plumped down on her with even greater force and also found her nipples: beginning to tweak them in an incessant pinching between her thumbs and forefingers.)
When Louisa tired of this sport, she climbed slowly off Susannah's exhausted body and then rolled the helpless girl over onto her back. Sprawling alongside her, the woman held Susannah down with one hand while the other started to spank firmly and passionately onto the girl's buttocks.
The globes were already bared-the abbreviated panties now practically non-existent, thanks to Louisa's previous disarrangement of them-and she slapped them soundly: first one cheek, then the other receiving the full force of her hand.
When Susannah had regained her breath she began to drum her legs impotendy on the sand.
"Ow!" she cried-again and again. "Ow, that stings, Louisa! Oooh! My poor ass! Darling, that one hurt!"
In actual fact, Louisa wasn't really hurting her at all. Susannah felt positively pleased each time the woman's hand descended on her buttocks-it made the cheeks tingle deliciously and the situation was quite a novelty for the girl. She had never before been spanked with strong overtones of sexuality in the punishment; the idea that she, a fully-grown girl, was being treated like a naughty child both intrigued and excited her.
But to add a touch of extra piquancy to the situation, she decided to act as if the slaps were really causing her pain. She wriggled her bottom, wishing that she could see the sexy writhing-knowing that the cheeks were fully nude and wobbling very provocatively.
Louisa's hand, pressing steadily into the small of her back, forced her lightly-clad breasts into the hot sand: making them feel extra-specially desirable. Susannah twisted her shoulders, rubbing them as deeply as possible into the warm, moist sand. She felt her desire sharpen-growing keener as Louisa continued with her steady, unhurried spanking.. .
Soon, Louisa was so excited by the reddened white flesh of Susannah's ass that she quickly tugged the panties right off the girl's hips. Susannah made no protest as she drew them swiftly down her thighs and left her in as naked a state as Louisa herself.
And when Louisa resumed her spanking, the girl allowed her thighs to slip open-encouraging the woman to slap her in a more intimate zone of her body.
Looking down between the parted legs, Louisa could plainly see the mound of the girl's pussy; the tufts of curly blonde hair betraying the entrance to her beautifully long and deep slit.
She put one hand on the cheek nearest to her, then prized the globe open-watching breathlessly as Susannah's tightly-closed anus was peeled slowly into view. Louisa twisted her head slightly, and was able to see the pink opening below; a subtle, mysterious cleft which grew wider and wider as she forced Susannah's ass to yield up all its secrets.
Finally, the whole of the precious wound was visible to her. Louisa licked her lips in anticipation as she studied the beautiful cunt in the dazzling light of day.
A few grains of sand were adhering to the darling hole; around the puffy outer lips and even on the vulva itself. The pearly orifice gave a most interesting and pleasant aroma-a salty, spicy, briny smell which Louisa (putting her nostrils as close as possible to the faintly pulsing cunt) inhaled deeply, savoring the intimate pungency.
She put out her finger and ran it as slowly as possibly from the base to the apex of Susannah's pussy, watching its progress avidly. The digit sank greedily into the giving liquidity of the girl's slit dipping as far as the first joint.
Louisa brought it up out of the hole and let it wander idly into Susannah's pulled-open ass. The finger traced a loving path over the hot, intimate crease; pausing at the girl's asshole and worming tightly around in a tantalizing attempt to penetrate the tiny orifice.
Her mouth watering, Louisa repeated the movement. And again . . . and once morel Until Susannah was squirming and wriggling in genuine torment-aching to be penetrated by the woman's constantly roaming finger.
Since Louisa was now crouching alongside Susannah with her bottom facing the girl, Susannah was able-by turning her arm carefully around-to touch her ass and give Louisa the same, tormenting treatment.
She was spared the task of opening the woman's buttocks, however, because Louisa was already well-splayed-thanks to her stooping position the cheeks of her ass were forced open of their own accord.
Susannah now explored the tempting opening which lay snuggled between Louisa's fine, firm hemispheres. She extended her forefinger and pushed it with great deliberation against the dark crevice, slowly easing it right into the woman's anus.
Louisa arched her back and thrust her buttocks more Urgently against Susannah's hand, thus making the girl's finger sink more quickly into her asshole. Although this wasn't at all what Susannah had in mind, she nevertheless found the steamy tightness of Louisa's rear cavity too intriguing and exciting to be abandoned.
And so . . . stiffening her finger as rigidly as she could . . . Susannah allowed the woman to back herself onto the digit-wiggling her haunches from side to side to make it penetrate her as quickly as possible.
Then, as if rewarding Susannah for fingering her anus so cleverly, Louisa at last permitted her own finger to thrust its way deeply into the heart of her lover's ass.
Susannah expelled a loud, long sigh of relief. And, watching their actions most closely, the girls began to frig each other very leisurely and deeply; their respective fingers sinking to the hilt in one another's buttocks . . . turning around for perhaps four or five revolutions . . . then just as slowly and beautifully withdrawing.
Voluptuous and pleasing though this mutual caressing was, Louisa soon began to desire Susannah in a more intimate fashion. After all, she reminded herself, you did intend to be the seducer this time! And it would be so sweet to put your lips where your fingers are-on Susannah's very damp, very sexy asshole!
The gritty sand would have to be washed away first, though. Louisa stroked down the girl's spine, enjoying the feel of her fine, sleek young flesh.
"Darling," she said softly. "Let's go down to the water's edge. I want to give your ass and cunt a nice rinsing. They're all sandy, you know!"
Susannah pulled her finger gradually out of Louisa's anus. The slender digit seemed to stick halfway, as if loathe to leave the hot, exciting hole, and she had to give it a firm tug to release it from the woman's tight back passage.
Louisa followed suit, feeling a spasm of sheer pleasure flow through her body as she watched the pink skinned anus clinging to her withdrawing finger.
Then she helped Susannah to her feet and, together, the girls walked the half dozen paces to the sea. "Sit down, darling," Louisa whispered. "I'll wash all that nasty sand away for you!"
Susannah got into the water, lowering herself until the white-flecked foam was splashing gently over her tummy. She opened her thighs, supporting her body with her hands on the shifting sand some two feet below the surface. Louisa knelt by her side, dipped her hand in the sea and carefully began to rinse the gritty particles away.
She stroked gently and painstakingly, making a cup of her hand and splashing the salt water thoroughly into the girl's nest and ass; until she was sure that every speck of sand had been washed away.
Then Louisa quickly gave her own pussy and buttocks the same treatment-crouching down in the sea and letting the tide lap cleansingly into her crotch, helping it to flush her cunt free of sand by a careful fondling around the area with her fingers.
"Shall we take our bras off?" she suggested. "My breasts feel rather gritty and I'm sure yours are the same!"
Instead of answering, Susannah turned around, still half-lying in the sea, and offered her back to Louisa. The woman quickly undipped the brief bikini top and ran her hands possessively over Susannah's naked breasts-passing her arms around the girl's shoulders.
Susannah darted forward like a slippery fish, pulling Louisa off balance and dragging the woman into the sea with her-Louisa still clutching at the girl's breasts. Susannah's bikini fell unheeded into the water, bobbing on the waves like a pair of deflated balloons.
The weight of Louisa's body on top of hers made Susannah flounder beneath the sea, and they both went spluttering beneath the surface again-giggling and clutching at each other.
When their heads broke through once more, Susannah's hands were fumbling at the clasp of
Louisa's bra, struggling to unfasten the woman's only covering. In a matter of seconds the garment was floating away and Louisa was as totally naked as Susannah; hugging the girl's body against hers, their wet, slippery flesh rubbing intimately . . .
Breathless, the girls ran back up the gentle slope of the beach and fell onto the large bath towel which had been spread out in the shade of an overhanging rock.
They sprawled on the brightly colored towel, lying on their backs, drops of water forming rivulets which trickled down the slopes and curves of their nude bodies. When she had regained her breath, Louisa turned her head to look at Susannah. She could feel the warmth of the girl's flesh against her own. Susannah's damp, cool thigh pressing into hers . . . her large breasts rising and falling heavily.
"Let me kiss you darling-while you're still wet from the sea!"
Susannah smiled dreamily, her head moving in an almost invisible nod. She pursed her full, ripe lips and her eyelids closed sweetly.
Louisa, her heart pounding, rolled over on top of the girl, molding her thighs against Susannah's, letting her breasts fit snugly into the bigger globes-feeling their cold, erect nipples meeting in an intimate kiss. Their hard crotches pressed tightly together, Louisa's pubic hairs merging wispily with Susannah's.
Louisa cupped the girl's face in her hands, studying the relaxed, beautiful features intently. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from Susannah's.
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind, darling," she whispered, her lips brushing sexily against the girl's. "But I suppose we could start with an ordinary kiss!"
And she brought her mouth firmly onto Susannah's feeling the precious softness open under the pressure of her kiss and the girl's tongue quivering against her own. She kept her hands on Susannah's face, caressing the soft cheeks and rubbing the tips of her fingers beneath the girl's ear lobes. Susannah moaned sweetly into her open mouth, her lower lip trembling suddenly as the woman's gentle caress made her feel weak and helpless . . .
Louisa writhed her body slowly, making her breasts and crotch rub with an unmistakably sexual rhythm against Susannah's. She wanted to do so much to the sweetness of Susannah's body! She wanted to stroke the curves gently, pluck at the girl's thick red nipples, bring her to an intense, abandoned climax.
But above all, she wanted to fasten her mouth to Susannah's pussy and suck at the fleshy lips. Put her tongue deep into the heart of the girl's creamy nest and taste the forbidden juices.
It was suddenly too voluptuous for Louisa to bear. She wriggled her body down Susannah's, breaking their kiss, and slid her hands over the girl's breasts-giving them a firm but hurried squeeze-letting her fingers come to rest on the upper slopes of the thighs.
She urged them apart, fitting herself between the soft white pillars and staring at the slowly revealed opening of Susannah's cunt.
The lips were drawn aside as the girl's legs gradually yielded up their secret-and Louisa, lying on her side, lifted Susannah's right thigh over her shoulder and supported it, causing the red slit to widen in a wanton, lewd display of the girl's most intimate region.
The raw wound looked so terribly vulnerable, Louisa thought. So tender, so very, very defenseless. She slid her hand up the inside of Susannah's left thigh, her thumb rubbing the soft inner flesh only a few inches from the girl's slit.
Around the yawning cunt the hairs that had been pasted to Susannah's crotch by their immersion in the sea, Louisa slipped her fingers along the beautifully sleek thigh and began to smooth them-stroking all around the deep cut without actually touching it. She petted the pubic mound, felt the hard curve pulsing under her fingers. She rubbed along the twin creases on either side of Susannah's cunt-those deep, velvety folds which formed an exciting frame to the vaginal opening.
And finally Louisa pinched up a piece of the rubbery cunt-lip and lifted it carefully to one side: making the girl's pussy gape open more blatantly.
Then she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue . . . and pressed them lovingly into the soft redness of Susannah's vulva-kissing the very center of the hole, her nose rubbing sexily against the girl's stiff, pert clitty.
She felt Susannah's thighs tensing momentarily. But as she soothed the precious honey-pot with her mouth, moving her lips from side to side and pushing them right into the outer lips, Susannah relaxed again; her body suffering gladly this intrusion into her most private parts as Louisa brought her slowly to a delicious excitement.
Louisa let her tongue steal out of her mouth, easing it gently into Susannah's vulva. The slot tasted tangy and pungent: the rich odors of the girl's cunt mingling with the salt water to form a cocktail of heady, intoxicating liquor.
She extended it further-making the red, live, wiggling tongue thrust deeply into the fleshy pussy until the lips quivered and pulsed around it, seeming to trap the trespasser and suck it between the sticky walls.
Louisa revolved her tongue slowly: first clockwise, then anti-clockwise; making sure that it lapped every inch of Susannah's beautifully tight and hot cunt.
The girls began to urge her loins up and down, working her crotch in an ever more frantic motion against Louisa's mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Louisa passed her hand up under Susannah's raised haunches and cupped one of the girl's luscious buttocks.
She kneaded and fondled the fleshy orb, pushing her forefinger into the perspiring crease and finding it very easy to penetrate the elastic-sided hole. Her finger sank deeply to its hilt inside Susannah's anus, the first joint wiggling frantically as she scratched insistently and temptingly at the rich, fruity inner meat of the girl's asshole.
A few minutes of this prolonged, intensive treatment-and Susannah was rolling her head from side to side on the towel, clenching and unclenching her hands, wriggling her inflamed, tormented pussy more and more wildly against Louisa's sucking lips.
Then she stopped, remaining absolutely still. Louisa felt the girl's cunt throb urgently-the only part of her body which was in motion-and suddenly climax!
It wasn't until the girl had at last shuddered to the end of her climax that Louisa realized her face was shielded from the sun by what appeared to be a large black cloud. And then she glanced up, her eyes widening in shock as she saw that it wasn't a cloud at all which was keeping the sun out of her eyes.
A young boy, perhaps 14 or 15-years-old, wearing a small, tight-fitting pair of swimming trunks which did nothing to disguise the thick bulge of his prick, stood staring down at them from the rock.
He was very tanned, with curly black hair and a cocky smile on his lips. The distance between them was about six feet only-but he showed no sign of taking fright when Louisa scrambled up and stood on the sand, her mouth open, her body trembling.
He grinned down at her, then stepped right to the edge of the rock and jumped, landing with an easy grace right in front of the startled woman.
Louisa stared at him, unable to speak, wondering how she should handle the situation. Susannah's eyes were still closed blissfully and she didn't appear to have noticed the intruder. The boy's white teeth flashed pleasantly, his eyes traveling frankly and openly over Louisa's naked body. He extended a hand in greeting.
"I'm Juan!" he announced. "You very beautiful woman! Her too!" He nodded towards Susannah. "I can see you have a lot of fun together, yes?"
Louisa swallowed. Her hand had gone quickly to her crotch, concealing as much as possible, and her other arm was thrown protectively across her breasts. But she still felt extremely vulnerable before the unashamed appraisal of the Mexican boy. She wondered how much he'd seen of their love-making, then realized-from the stiffness of his very erect penis-that he must have been watching them for quite some time . . .
He noticed her eyes flickering towards his genitals and rubbed himself proudly.
"Very big, yes?" he exclaimed, nodding his head up and down. "You like?"
Louisa wished the ground would open and swallow up either him, Susannah and herself-or all of them at once. She dreaded the moment when Susannah would be roused from her doze by their voices.
It might ruin everything for her: just when she and Susannah were becoming so close and when she might soon be able to hint to the girl that they extend their intimacy to include Al.
Juan took a step towards her. Louisa started to back away from him, then held her ground. A fragment of an idea had occurred to the woman. Supposing, just supposing, Susannah were to wake up and find.. .
She trembled at the boldness of her fantasy. No, Susannah would never . . . But why not? she insisted. Louisa let her eyes wander to the boy's penis again. It certainly looked promising enough, she thought. Even with the trunks covering it she could see the slight pulsing of his cock-pointing upwards towards his belly, held in tight check by the brief swimsuit.
"You like?" Juan repeated. He was still grinning at her as if he were offering the woman a holiday souvenir rather than making her a sexual proposition. Louisa hesitated. Then made up her mind.
He spoke very little English, Louisa discovered, beyond the polite forms of address and a few other rudimentary phrases. She took his hand, putting her other fingers to her lips-warning him silently not to disturb the sleeping girl.
Gently, she drew him nearer until the boy's body was almost touching hers. Then Louisa put his hand on her hip and began to press his fingers into the fullness of her flesh.
Juan rubbed the curvy skin, Louisa's hand still holding his, letting the woman guide his fingers up and down the sensuous flesh. She swayed her body slightly-feeling the hard length of his maleness brush into her crotch.
"You like that?" Louisa whispered. Juan nodded eagerly. She was slightly taller than the boy, and as Louisa sidled herself sexily against him, Juan's prick fitted perfectly between her thighs: the pointed tip coursing upwards into her naked bush.
Slowly, Louisa released his hand, giving the boy freedom to move it wherever he liked. She put her arms around him, pressing her fingers into the smooth brown back and drawing him into a tight embrace.
Immediately, Juan nestled his head on the woman's shoulders and placed both hands on the cheeks of her ass. She felt his fingers beginning to massage her-rubbing and fondling at the generous flesh of her buttocks; opening and closing the globes, lifting them cheekily-a strong sexual excitement awakening in her as the young boy caressed her so intimately.
She stroked his back, running her fingers firmly over his taut skin. He was quite a well-built youth-apart from the obvious prominence of his prick. His shoulders were muscular and hard-fleshed; his back straight and powerful.
Louisa wondered if she was the first woman he had been with: then realized that he was fondling her much too expertly to be a beginner! His hands were now opening her buttocks as wide as possible, giving his fingers access to the cleft between the cheeks. But he was making no attempt to caress the anus itself. Instead, the boy was deliberately teasing her-rubbing his fingers as near as possible to the ripe orifice without actually touching it!
Feeling her cunt growing moist and hot, Louisa wriggled her hips in an up-and-down motion, pressing against his prick with cat-like insistence.
It seemed to grow even larger under this stimulation; sticking fiercely into the softness of her crotch and pulsating with a life of its own. Louisa carefully opened her thighs, making the boyish rod dig more securely into the lips of her crack. Juan kissed her shoulder by way of reply, his hot mouth nibbling right along the soft curve until it reached Louisa's neck . . .
Then he began to suck, his pouting lips drawing on her skin until Louisa felt faint with a desire to have his cock inside her-riding and fucking her, rubbing against the hard button of her clitoris . . .
She remembered Susannah just in time! With a great effort, Louisa fought down her emotions and controlled herself; not moving away from the boy's embrace, but keeping her mind firmly fixed on the plan she had formulated to bring Susannah into their game.
She put her mouth close to Juan's ear. "Wouldn't you like to play with my friend?" she murmured. "I'm sure she'd enjoy it! And I will help you.. . ! "
Juan raised his face, frowning. He shrugged his shoulders. "Not understand!" he told her. "Sorry, not understand!"
Louisa wished that she wasn't blushing so furiously. She forced herself to keep looking at the boy, meeting his frank eyes with difficulty. He was so damned self-possessed! She took a deep breath and for better or worse, took the plunge.
"Come," she whispered urgently. "I'll show you, you.. . . "
As quietly as possible, Louisa indicated to Juan what she wanted him to do. Enlightenment dawned and the boy nodded his head vigorously.
"Yes, yes!" he repeated softly, the broad smile once more spreading over his face. "I understand-I understand now!"
He went down on his haunches at Susannah's side, crouching over the sleeping girl with his hands poised over her nude and beautiful breasts. Louisa held up a warning finger. Juan waited, his dark brown eyes gleaming.
Silently, Louisa lifted the edge of the brightly colored bath towel and draped it gently over Susannah's eyes. The cloth was thick enough to effectively obscure her vision and Louisa knew that the girl was unable to see more than blurred and indistinct outlines through it.
She motioned to Juan again-and the boy lowered his hands lustfully onto Susannah's breasts, watching intently as his fingers kneaded the soft, doughy globes. Louisa stared too, her eyes growing heated and excited as she saw her girl-friend's big titties pressed and turned into a variety of interesting shapes.
Susannah stirred, her shoulders moving and her legs twitching slightly as she came awake under the caress. "Mmmmm", she sighed. "That's nice, darling. That feels wonderful!"
Louisa smiled to herself. Then put her hand out quickly to stop the girl from lifting the towel away from her eyes.
"No, keep it there, darling," she urged. "It'll keep the sun off and make it more mysterious." She put her mouth against Susannah's ear, once more sketching out alongside the girl-careful to keep her hands from touching her!
"Do you like what I'm doing to you, precious?" (Watching as Juan rolled Susannah's nipples between his fingers, tugging the ripe, red cherries upwards and twisting them firmly).
"Mmmmmm! Oh yes, I do!" Susannah murmured. "Ooh-a bit harder, if you don't mind, Louisa! I like my nipples to be pinched very hard!"
Stealthily, the woman put her fingers on top of the boy's and squeezed them tightly together around Susannah's nipples. "Like that, darling?" she queried.
"That's wonderful." The girl's voice was low and throaty. She began to rub her thighs, pressing them as closely as possible, and Louisa lifted her knee between Susannah's legs-urging them apart-and then worked it slowly but firmly into the girl's itchy crotch. Up and down, between Susannah's thighs, pushing meaningfully against the moist opening of her cunt.
Susannah put her hand on Louisa's breasts and started to fondle the swollen globe, drawing it from side to side and slipping her fingers around the nipples.
"Is that nice, baby?" she whispered in a demure, serious voice. "Do you like me to pull your nipples, too?"
Louisa kissed the lobe of her ear. "It's beautiful," she murmured. Her fingers were still on top of Juan's, still helping the boy to "milk" Susannah's tits. She felt immensely daring to have conceived such a startling plan: it really was quite a sensational thing to do, she reflected. And the uncertainty of Susannah's reaction when the girl finally realized that a stranger's fingers had been pulling at her nipples added to Louisa's excitement. It provided a fillip, an extra dimension of furtive pleasure to her already intense desire.
"Your mouth felt so wonderful on my pussy", Susannah was breathing. "I enjoyed it so much, my darling. Did I give you the same feeling last night-the same pleasure?"
Louisa blushed, though she was pretty certain that Juan couldn't follow the girl's conversation. And even if he could . . .
All the same, she replied as quietly as possible, speaking right into Susannah's ear: "Yes, yes you did, angel-I'd never felt so worked up in all my life!"
"Touch my pussy again," Susannah pleaded. "Put your finger right in, Louisa-as far as you can! I feel so funny . . . so excited . . . I"
Without thinking, Louisa released Juan's fingers and, moving her knee out of the way, started to fondle her index finger between the plump folds of Susannah's cunt Nothing happened until she had actually inserted the finger and was frigging it gently in and out of the tight slot Then:
"Oh, my God! What's happening!"
Susanna sat bolt upright, the towel falling from her eyes. She blinked her eyes rapidly, unable to believe that they weren't showing her a scene out of her imagination. It couldn't be! she thought wildly. It couldn't be! Louisa wouldn't-
But, obviously, Louisa had! Susannah felt dizzy, a dry nausea making her head spin and ache. "Why?" she asked Louisa in a dazed voice. "Oh, Louisa-why?"
"Ssh, ssh!" Louisa soothed. "Please don't be upset, darling! Everything's all right-Juan here is a friend of mine-"
Susannah wanted to cry, but she felt stunned into complete silence by the enormity of what Louisa had done to her. She stared at the boy, who grinned at her cheerfully, not the slightest hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Let him go on touching you," Louisa urged softly. "Just as an experiment, darling! Relax and enjoy yourself-it won't hurt you, you know!"
The woman's words seemed to galvanize Susannah into sudden action. Thrusting Louisa away from her with both hands, the girl sprang to her feet and snatched up the towel-wrapping it quickly around her body and moving away from the couple.
"Oh, don't be silly-" Louisa started to say. But Susannah had started to clamber up the stony path, picking her way as rapidly as she could between the loose rocks. "Hey-come back here!" Terrified in case the girl burst into the villa and blurted out to Marty and Al what she had attempted to do, Louisa jumped to her feet and scrambled after her.
"Wait, Susannah!" Louisa cried out to the girl again, turning to see how Juan was reacting. He must have looked upon it all as a joke of some sort as he was smiling, thoroughly enjoying the plight of the two girls.
CHAPTER SIX
Louisa found herself almost out of breath before she was a fourth of the way up the hill. But the same surge of adrenalized strength that was propelling Susannah to the top of the hill gave new strength to Louisa. And since she was unencumbered by the towel as Susannah was, she soon drew level with the girl and stood in front of her, jockeying from side to side with outstretched arms to block her attempts at going any farther.
"Come on, darling, let's talk this over like sensible people-we're not children . . . "
"No-but he is!" Susannah shouted, pointed an accusing finger at Juan. The boy still sat on the sand, watching with interest as the two girls struggled.
They were only a few feet up the slope and, as Louisa rugged at Susannah waist, the both lost then-balance and half-fell, half-stumbled back onto the sand.
His bright eyes dancing with delight, Juan clapped his hands gleefully as the naked girls (Susannah's towel having slipped from her body during her tussle with Louisa) rolled over and over on the sand. He waited until Louisa had the upper hand, then sprang forward-helping the woman to pin the frantically seething girl to the ground.
Louisa was again sprawled on top of Susannah, her bare body prostrate across the girl's at an angle: making them form an X-shape on the sand. Juan sat firmly on one of Susannah's wrists, reaching across the girl's face to pinion her other arm.
Before she could renew her struggles, Louisa forced her hand between Susannah's thighs and began to push her forefinger back into the girl's cunt-despite her strenuous efforts to prevent the insertion.
"This is what you asked me to do!" Louisa panted. "Isn't it! There now!" Her finger had slipped into the still-sticky orifice and was grinding firmly inside Susannah's pussy. "You may as well relax, darling," she told the girl. "Because sooner or later we're going to give you a lot more of this-no matter how you struggle!"
Susannah stared up at her, the girl's brown eyes wide with fright and fear. Fright at what was being done to her at the moment-and fear as she began to imagine the lengths to which Louisa intended to go.
She turned her gaze to the boy. He nodded at her, his handsome young face beaming with pleasure. What had Louisa done to make him so eager to rape her, Susannah wondered? How had she managed to seduce the innocent boy-who was really no more than a child?
Or was he? Susannah found her eyes moving down to Juan's swim trunks, wandering quickly over the ripe bulge of the boy's penis. She forced her eyes away, ashamed of herself for admiring, even for the briefest moment, the rather large and unmistakably erect prick.
And he had played with her breasts, squeezed her nipples while Louisa pretended that she was caressing them! Susannah gasped and sucked in her lower hp as she also remembered what she had said to Louisa . . . She had made it quite clear to the youth that they were lesbians . . .
He reached out and touched the side of her face with gentle fingers.
"All a game, yes?" he smiled. We have lotsa fun-three of us, eh?"
Susannah blushed. Her vagina was being quite violently frigged by Louisa-and here was this very young boy calmly telling her that he expected them to participate in a three-way orgy!
Yet now that her initial shock had passed, Susannah found that a part of her mind was reacting with pleasure to the situation. Angrily, the girl tried to suppress it. It was intolerable-a blatant invasion of her privacy! If Louisa had first suggested to her that they do such a thing . . . well, she had to admit that she would have refused, but at least-
And that was almost certainly why Louisa had surprised her with the idea of a threesome! Susannah suddenly realized. Knowing that Susannah wouldn't agree to such a thing. Louisa had engineered it and precipitated her into the middle of an orgy before she had time to collect her wits!
Susannah was forced to smile to herself at the woman's cunning. And since she'd already put up rather more than a mere token resistance, Susannah thought that she might just as well become an unwilling participant. She was being a little bit square, she supposed . . .
Tentatively, the girl wriggled her hand, looking up into the boy's face with a pleading expression. "My wrist-you're hurting it! Can you lift your arm up a bit, please?"
He seemed to understand her because Susannah felt the pressure on her lower arm relax. The boy tapped his chest.
"I'm Juan!" he told her. "Juan!"
Susannah was amused by the pride in his voice. "I'm Susannah!" she whispered. "Pleased to meet you, Juan!"
He grinned from ear to ear. His buttocks had left her wrist but the boy remained on his haunches-crouching with his thighs apart, only a few inches from Susannah's face. The girl slipped her hand out from beneath his ass and trailed her fingers softly over his crotch, feeling the rigid stem of his prick quivering at her touch.
He nodded delightedly. "Yes, yes!" he cried. "You feel-you feel me!"
Louisa glanced up. Susannah was stroking Juan's cock through the boy's trunks, rubbing the horny length with the tips of her fingers; they slid delicately upwards, caressing the throbbing underside of his tool, then inched just as deliberately downwards again to fondle briefly at the bulge of his balls.
Relaxing, Louisa continued her finger-fucking of Susannah's cunt-now frigging the juicy red hole with a more tender and slower movement of her finger.
Susannah examined Juan's weapon minutely, tracing her fingers over every part of the boy's mature looking cock. She raised her other hand and began to tug the briefs off, then spread her fingers helplessly, indicating to Juan that it was impossible for her to perform the operation while he was in his present position.
Grinning, the dark-skinned boy jumped to his feet and lifted the front of his trunks carefully over his erect prick. He posed for her proudly, showing the American girl his already mature organ-its crown beating stiffly against his abdomen as it pulsed out its lust.
Susannah nodded her head appreciatively, whereupon Juan quickly removed his swimsuit and resumed his position: stooping over the girl so that she once again had full access to his penis.
She gave the rigid cock a few tentative squeezes before rubbing it between her fingers. The hot shaft seemed to burn into her skin, making Susannah long to take it between her lips and feel its heated length searing against her tongue.
Within the space of a few minutes she had completed her transformation from a reluctant, nearly raped innocent into a lustful libertine. Her mind seethed with possibilities; groupings and combinations rushed unbidden into her head, outrageous and obscene caresses and postures.
She formed an "oh" with her forefinger and thumb, then fitted the circle over the top of Juan's prick and tightened it-making the joined digits cling firmly to the boy's red shaft. Slowly and tantalizingly, Susannah began to frig him: rubbing gently and easily down the scorching meat until she heard the boy panting with desire.
Then her greedy mouth could wait no longer for its pleasure. The girl thrust the tender point of Juan's cock between her lips, forcing him to fall length-ways across her face-his belly resting against her cheek.
She sucked avidly on the boyish tool, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips had closed around its base. The youth's penis was, of course, smaller than her husband's, but Susannah was far from disappointed.
In fact, she found that her excitement was intensified by the knowledge that her mouth was filled with a prick which was still not completely mature. Her senses swam with sensual pleasure as she revolved the shaft in her hot, wet orifice-now licking with her sleek pink tongue up and down the fleshy knob.
Her concentration upon Juan's cock was so great that Susannah had almost forgotten that Louisa was still fingering her cunt! But when the woman crooked her nail and began to scratch daintily over the tender protuberance of her clitoris, the girl shivered excitedly.
A warm, flowing sensation passed through her loins, a kind of fluid mellowness which made her feel dreamy and acutely aware of her sexuality at one and the same time.
Louisa, judging Susannah's reactions perfectly, focused her attentions intently upon the girl's clit; rubbing the red button with the edge of her fingernail and making it flick saucily up and down.
She wanted to get Juan to fuck Susannah before either of them reached an orgasm. It was important that the girl didn't become so carried away by the preliminary love-play that she was only half aware of what was happening to her. Louisa resisted the impulse, therefore, to prolong her clit-teasing and bring Susannah to a speedy climax, she wanted the girl to go a stage further and agree to Louisa sharing her marriage bed, it was essential that she should have a generous "taster" of the joys which a threesome could bring to her.
And so Louisa conquered her immediate desires (telling herself that she would soon have every opportunity to satisfy them) and reluctantly withdrew her finger from Susannah's cunt.
The girl twisted her head round in surprise, loosening her grip on Juan's cock. The live, snaky rod slithered half out of her mouth and Susannah was about to gobble it back between her lips when Louisa shook her head, whispering:
"No, darling . . . Let's do something different now!"
Susannah easily guessed what the woman meant. And when Louisa reached out and took Juan's hand in hers, pulling the boy round until his body was lying full-length on top of the girl's, she made not the slightest protest.
Juan placed both his hands on Susannah's breasts, repeating his fondling of the luscious globes, and the girl gazed down-watching his fingers as they moved steadily over and into her soft and precious mounds, recalling that she had imagined they were Louisa's the last time the boy had touched them.
Louisa had positioned herself at their side, playing the role of mistress of ceremonies. She pushed her hand between their bodies, feeling for Juan's cock. Taking the palpitating dick carefully between her fingers, she aimed it unerringly for Susannah's pussy-working the arrowhead against the puffy lips until it worked them apart and began to sink joyfully into the girl's honey-hole.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Juan was not quite big enough to fully satisfy Susannah's mature and rather spacious cunt: she was accustomed to a somewhat larger, fatter prick.
But Louisa realized this and cleverly inserted two of her fingers alongside the boy's penis-thus completely filling Susannah's vagina and giving the girl double her usual satisfaction. She could feel Juan's cock as it started to fuck its way in and out of Susannah's slit: the stiff flesh beating rhythmically against her fingers with every stroke.
And she was able to enjoy the girl's fierce downward lunges as Susannah settled herself into an even tempo of surging lust.
Louisa watched vicariously as Juan massaged the prominent melons of Susannah's bosom. He treated them most expertly, letting his thumbs lift upwards to fondle at the girl's nipples, and coaxing the globes into an assortment of sexy shapes.
The tits grew redder and stiffer under his caresses, the buds rising visibly in a beautiful flowering of desire. Susannah was lying with her arms outstretched on the sand, ostensibly a passive and unwilling instrument of their pleasure. But the sharp movements of her loins denied this interpretation: she was thrusting her belly and hips in an urgent, demanding rhythm-encouraging the boy to fuck her with greater violence.
His small but potent prick coursed in and out of the girl's cunt with vigor, Susannah's fingers helping him to satisfy her. At the same time, Louisa was treating Juan to an occasional caress-fondling the hot shaft, which was already sticky with Susannah's juices, as it slid between her fingers.
Soon, the boy put both his hands on Susannah's right breast and squeezed the globe, cupping the soft flesh in his fingers. This made the delectable point of the girl's nipple stand out even more prominently-and Juan pursed his lips, lowering his mouth onto the tempting bud. He popped it between his teeth, drawing strongly on the luscious tit until it grew even more distended and stiff.
Susannah reached her hand out and gently stroked the boy's hair. He really was so terribly young, she thought. And lifted her breast further into his mouth, letting him suck a large portion of the doughy orb between his lips.
She could feel the warmth of his body on hers, but his frame was so light, so featherweight that the girl could scarcely sense his physical presence at ail-apart from the writhing heat of his prick inside her. They shouldn't be doing this to him, she thought. It really was very wrong of them to seduce so small a child.. .
But the very sensation of guilt increased her desire . . . sharpened her lust quickly. It was as if the girl gained an added thrill from her indiscreetness; as if it added an extra dimension of pleasure to her passion. Knowing that her actions were highly reprehensible, Susannah coyly chastised herself; at the same time enjoying her sense of wickedness.
She was now pushing Juan's face as firmly as possible into her breast, smothering the boy with her large, suffocating bosom. He rolled his head from side to side-making the spherical flesh wobble and shake beneath his mouth, sucking Susannah's nipple as tightly between his teeth as possible.
Now that the girl's other breast was free, Louisa played with it-using the fingers of her free hand to fondle the marvelous, soft-skinned globe. She gave it a generous, lengthy massage, teasing the nipple until it perked up brightly, and then stretched her lips widely-taking almost half of the girl's breast in her mouth.
Together, Juan and Louisa gobbled at Susannah's tit-flesh, greedily sucking and pulling on the voluptuous hemispheres-their cheeks brushing as they moved their heads in a delirious, abandoned shaking.. . .
Soon, Louisa felt the boy's prick tensing wildly between her fingers and realized that Juan was not far short of achieving his climax. She deliberately gave his cock a more intense frigging, jerking her fingers quickly up and down its hot length until it was on the very brink of coming.
Then-seizing the fleshy rod tightly-the woman pulled it roughly out of Susannah's cunt and pressed it firmly against the girl's soft under-belly.
Juan lifted his mouth from Susannah's breast, a cry of protest starting from his lips. But Louisa quickly fingered the sensitive foreskin, snapping it up and down the red, gleaming knob, and took her own lips away from Susannah's titty to watch the come streaming from its pin-prick opening.
The white fluid rushed suddenly out of the boy's cock-spilling helplessly onto the creamy, satin surface of the girl's stomach; forming large globules of oozing thick juice . . .
And before Susannah could voice her frustration, Louisa returned her fingers to the girl's sex-slit and tickled three of her digits deeply into the slot; shaking them as rapidly as possible-the bunched-up fingers adequately imitating the action of a larger prick than Juan's.
Susannah relaxed again, her interrupted orgasm now welling up once more . . .
When the spasm had ended, Louisa motioned to Juan that he should now kneel over Susannah's face and be sucked off properly. He stopped frowning at this, his face lighting up once more with that familiar grin. And while Susannah was still regaining her breath, the boy positioned his knees on either side of the girl's head and lowered himself so that his now-flaccid cock was in line with her mouth.
Her mind still whirling with the exquisite delight of her late orgasm, Susannah half-unconsciously opened her lips and let Juan insert his wet, oily prick between them.
She started to chew it automatically, several minutes elapsing before she quite realized what she was doing. And by that time Juan's weapon had begun to stiffen again-rising hotiy under the liquid sexiness of the girl's mouth.
Susannah held his hips, keeping them steady while she pushed her face backwards and forwards against his crotch: her tongue busily moving up and down the thickening phallus. Then, as if discarding the last of her inhibitions, the girl slipped her hands onto his slim buttocks and fondled then purposefully; eventually daring to slide two of her fingers between the boy's buttocks and tickle softly at his naked anus.
She began to penetrate the small, tightly pursed hole-teasing him by letting her forefinger delve slightly into the orifice, then withdraw again . . . then repeating the action. It took her several minutes before Juan finally felt the full length of Susannah's digit up the intimate hole of his ass, but once the finger was completely embedded Susannah made up for her tantalizing by giving him a beautifully sexy reaming: twisting her forefinger slowly round and round, curving it gently so that it stretched the tender inside skin as open as possible . . .
And her mouthing of his prick was growing more and more intense, her lips wrapped tightly around the sticky stem and lolling it around her lovely tongue until Juan felt his little tool regain its former potency.
Meanwhile, Louisa had turned her attention to the deposit of come which Juan had shot onto Susannah's belly. The woman smeared it downwards with her fingers until the warm sperm was seeping into the parted lips of Susannah's cunt. She rubbed it carefully between the slit, then brought her mouth close to the girl's pussy; sniffing deeply at the mingled juices of the boy and the woman.
Her breath coming in fast, wild pants, Louisa at last put her lips on the raised mound of Susannah's pubis-feeling the hard muscle press firmly against her mouth, the wet coating of male and female juices incredibly exciting on her lips.
She nuzzled her mouth further down, her tongue darting out to savor the blissful cream. It filled her with a hitherto undreamed of joy-this unholy licking of the recently shed semen. Louisa fastened her lips as tightly as possible on Susannah's cunt and began to suck avidly.
The soft, roseate inner hole of her pussy was as oily as it could possibly be with the flow of her own love-juice. And now that Louisa had stirred Juan's come into the orifice as well the slot simply oozed with rich, pungent cream.
"With her tongue protruding as far out of her mouth as possible, Louisa levered the quivering wet morsel into the girl's cunt-turning it round and round inside the tight passageway until it could penetrate no further.
Her hands fondling urgently at the inside of Susannah's thighs, the woman wriggled her mouth fervently into the blonde-bushed hole: guzzling and making loud sucking noises as she felt the sensitive inner-lips respond to her lustful kissing.
Susannah, her fingers deeply inside Juan's asshole, had begun to use her teeth on the boy's driving, pulsating cock. Softly at first, the girl's ardor rapidly mounted and she was soon nibbling quite roughly on the quivering red prick. Her sharp white teeth firmly trapped Juan's boyish weapon and forced him to make an extra violent effort if he wanted to continue his fucking of it into her mouth.
At the same time, her quick, pointy tongue was flicking rapidly over the crown; teasing with moist, liquid caresses the vulnerable little hole. Under her hands, he tensed and wiggled his bottom, frantically striving to thrust his prick further down the girl's throat.
A sexy tug-of-war began between Susannah and the Mexican boy. He battled his cock urgently against her teeth, trying with all his might to force it past the tight grip . . . and she clenched them as firmly as she dared-forced to give in to him at last for fear that she might tear the delicate skin of his penis.
They prolonged their pleasure for a much longer duration this time. Susannah was able to savor Juan's wily, firm-fleshed cock for ages before she finally felt the boy's prick leaping madly in her mouth and shudder into a sustained spurting of his young but potent love-juice.
She dabbed frantically at the underside of his penis with her tongue, making him go almost insane with excitement as she purposely intensified his orgasm to a fantastic degree.
And the taste of his come as it mingled with her saliva and was gulped down her throat brought Susannah to a glorious orgasm of her own, sending a fierce, tense panic through her mind-a fear that unless she came at this very moment-right now, at this instant!-her brain would explode with frustration.
Suddenly, Louisa's mouth was filled with a glorious warmth. Instantly, she fingered the lips of Susannah's pussy fully apart-and, sinking her mouth urgently between them, sucked with every ounce of her strength, drawing the very last speck of juice from the girl's cunt.. .
At last I've repaid her! she thought, satisfaction pouring through every cell in her body. At last I've given Susannah the pleasure which she gave to me!
And Louisa rubbed her lips on the incredibly wet and open slit, snuggling contentedly between the girl's thighs as Susannah's belly gradually ceased its trembling.
"Manana? Same time?" Juan kissed their hands politely, a marked and amusing contrast from his earlier intimacies with the two girls. He had pulled his swimming trunks back into place, bowed low to them in turn, and was now about to take his leave of them.
While she had no intention of keeping the rendezvous, Louisa had told Juan that they would meet him on the beach at the same time tomorrow afternoon. It shouldn't be too hard to avoid him: with Marty or Al there she could order the boy off their private beach before he had a chance to explain (in his halting, inadequate English) what purpose he had on their property.
Come to that, Louisa thought, watching Juan backing away from them and beginning to scramble up the rocky path-what was he doing on their beach in the first place?
He must have come from the direction of the villa, because a fence-quite a high one-kept them in solitude from the surrounding land and beaches. She frowned. Juan was also returning the same way, instead of swimming round the point and going up one of the public beaches.
Louisa wished that she had thought to tell the boy that he mustn't go near the villa. But he was already half-way up the slope and to call him back now might attract attention: it was late in the afternoon, around five o'clock, and it was possible that Al or Marty were getting a breath of fresh air.
She waved to him and then Juan disappeared behind the rim of the hill. Susannah had gone into the sea again-partly to cool off and get rid of the sand which was sticking to her body, partly to see if she could find the girls' bikini tops.
She came out of the water, shaking her head and holding her hands out. And Louisa wondered how they were going to explain the absence of their bras when they got back to their husbands.
With luck, they'd be able to sneak up to their bedrooms and change before Marty and Al caught sight of them. If not.. . ?
She realized with a start of surprise that she didn't really care one way or the other if the men found out about their affair! What could they do, after all? If Marty (and Al, come to that) were so narrow-minded and square that they were shocked by what Susannah and herself had done . . . fuck them!!
Louisa raised her eyebrows. What had she just thought? Fuck them? Well, well . . . Evidently Susannah had had more influence on her than she had supposed. Only last night, Louisa recalled, she had been rather shocked to hear that word pass the girl's pretty lips. And now she was using it (at least mentally) without the slightest trace of embarrassment.
She shook the bath towel out vigorously, noticing as she got rid of the sand particles that it was stained in one or two places. A delightful souvenir of their afternoon's pleasure, she thought. And again the woman felt completely indifferent about Marty's possible reaction should he notice the large blotches and inquire about their source.
What the hell did it really matter? All this surreptitious, frightened secrecy about sex! What was the point of it? They were both mature adults, supposedly free from anxiety about their moral behavior.
Why-according to the tabloid newspapers they were fully paid-up members of the jet set! Amoral, loose living, shameless bed-hoppers. People who cared nothing for the "accepted" codes of society. Anyone who earned a living in the entertainment world today was tacitly exempted from the so-called "laws of decency" which, on the surface anyway, were supposed to govern the lives of ordinary people.
They were expected to sleep around, take drugs, have sex orgies . . . Frequently, that was the reason why the public paid so much money to watch them and their work. It was a kind of implicit approval of their way of life-and, of course, a vicarious means of showing it
Why on earth should she feel ashamed of what they had done? Louisa straightened her shoulders, the quick justification for her behavior making her quite self-possessed and confident.
Susannah shook herself energetically, throwing off a shower of salt water which sprayed over Louisa's naked body.
"Hey!" Louisa jumped away from the wringing wet girl. "That's going all over me! Stop it!" Susannah laughed, her truly magnificent breasts jiggling wildly. "I thought you needed cooling down!" she smiled. "After all the exercise you've had this afternoon you look as if you could do with a drop of cold water!"
Louisa returned the girl's smile. "You really do look sexy," she complimented her. "Honest-I've never seen a girl so beautiful without a stitch of clothing on! Usually, I think women look better when they're wearing something. But you--! " She gave a long, appreciative wolf-whistle.
Susannah blushed prettily. "Do you really think so?" she simpered-deliberately putting on a pose. "What: little me-beautiful?"
Louisa chucked her under the chin. "I'm afraid we haven't really got time for another romp," she told the girl regretfully. "Much as I'd love one! The boys will be expecting us back."
Susannah pouted and let her head fall on one side. "Oh, dear," she sighed. "After giving me all those compliments you mean you're not going to do anything to me?" She stuck the point of her tongue between her lips. "I hate you!"
Giggling, Louisa took Susannah's hand and started to lead her up the stony path to the villa. Suddenly, their entire relationship seemed to have changed-to have grown warm, friendly, intimate . . . The soft pressure of the girl's fingers, entwined with her own, gave Louisa a glowing feeling of tenderness towards Susannah. There was no longer a sense of furtiveness, of mistrust between them. They accepted their lesbian affinity without self-consciousness now: it was apparent from Susannah's easygoing, relaxed attitude towards her-and Louisa knew that she herself felt the same way.
They were halfway up the incline, the villa not in sight, when she suddenly remembered that she hadn't broached the subject of Al's seduction! Louisa stopped, and drew Susannah to a sitting position on the rocks.
"Let's stay here a moment," she suggested. "You can see right to sea-look, there's a big liner on the horizon-"
Susannah looked at her quizzically. "Hey, come on now!" she exclaimed. "You didn't stop just to tell me that, now did you? What's really on your mind, Louisa?"
The girls were sitting rather uncomfortably on two large stones, looking out to sea. They had pulled on their bikini pants but their breasts, sans the shielding cups of their swimsuit tops, were bare and already tinged pink by the hot rays of the sun.
Louisa held Susannah's hand in her lap, the girl's fingers resting intimately on the plump bulge of her mound.
"We had quite a lot of fun this afternoon," she began slowly. "You did enjoy yourself, didn't you?"
The girl nodded, still rather puzzled by Louisa's air of mystery.
"I know you were a bit put out at first by the idea of letting someone else join in-and a male intruder at that," the woman continued carefully. "But it turned out to be rather exciting, didn't it?"
Susannah nodded impatiently. "Get to the point, darling," she urged. "I can't stand the suspense! What on earth are you leading up to?"
"All right. It's this: Would it be so awful of me to suggest that-that your husband did the same thing? That Al shared the two of us? Don't be angry, darling," Louisa added quickly. "It's only an idea-a sudden inspiration I've had. You've got to admit that Juan was rather interesting, haven't you? Just think what a full-grown man-"
Susannah's jaw had dropped. She was almost comical in her amazement-her eyes practically bulging as they stared into Louisa's.
"Al!" she exclaimed at last. "But-but he'd never do anything like that! You must be crazy, darling-he's not like that! He'd go mad if I even suggested it to him!"
To her relief Louisa saw that Susannah didn't seem to be outraged herself by her proposal. The girl appeared to be more concerned about her husband's reaction to such a get-together. And that, Louisa told herself, was distinctly encouraging!
"He wouldn't have to actually suggest it to him," she murmured. "Supposing we sort of sprung it on him: got him into such a position that he'd be overwhelmed before he had time to object?"
"How do you mean?" Susannah sounded intrigued.
"Well, if I were to slip into your bedroom tonight and snuggle down beside him, getting him to make love to me thinking that it was you he was caressing . . . When he found out his mistake wouldn't it be too late for him to back out? Especially if you started to make love to him at that point!"
Susannah giggled softly. "You really are a bitch!" she whispered. And Louisa knew that she held the girl in the palm of her hand.
"You'd also be helping me to help Marty," Louisa went on, giving Susannah's fingers an inconspicuous squeeze. "If Al did make love to us, he'd almost certainly be more likely to stand by Marty over the play. Think about it: we'd give him such a wonderful time in bed that his loyalty towards Marty would grow much stronger! It's bound to!
"You'd like to help me in that way, wouldn't you Susannah, darling? It means so much to Marty-so very much. If we were intimate with your husband, Al would feel obliged to do all he could to ensure that Marty is in too. Men are like that! They're guilty about deceiving somebody's wife and they'll do anything to make up for it!
"And we both know that Al is wavering between having his play produced anyway-with Marty or without him-and showing some integrity and insisting that either Marty is in the deal or it's no good!
"Please, darling-do this for me! I know it's a hell of a lot of ask of you . . . " Louisa was pressing Susannah's fingers into the bulge of her crotch, deliberately reminding the girl of the pleasure she had enjoyed at that snug, slippery place.
Whether it was due to this, or whether Susannah genuinely saw the woman's desire to help her husband and sympathized with it, Louisa wasn't quite sure. But she squeezed Louisa's fingers affectionately and planted a moist, loving kiss on her neck.
"All right, darling-I'll do it!"
Louisa's spirits soared joyously; a wonderful wave of elation lifted her and sent her into a dizzying, breathless euphoria. And, once again, she couldn't tell if she was pleased to be aiding Marty by her intrigues or if she was simply exhilarated by the prospect of moving deeper into a web of forbidden, totally uninhibited sex . . .
They stared into each other's eyes; the two girls who had known one another less than 24 hours, but whose bodies were already familiar to their respective partner as their own.
Susannah knew that she had been awakened by Louisa's innate hunger for female flesh. The woman's own perversity had roused her long-dormant desires in that direction-and the girl realized that she couldn't lock them up again . . . not yet, at any rate. Perhaps when the initial impact of Louisa's personality had worn off; but that time, she knew, was going to be quite some considerable distance away.
Kissing each other lightly upon the mouth, the girls rose to their feet and began to retrace their steps up the uneven pathway to the villa. Louisa had draped the bath towel as best she could around both their shoulders and it hung over their breasts loosely. Though with every movement of their bodies the ill-fitting "garment" threatened to part company with their bobbing tits and expose the beauties to view.
Hand in hand, they climbed to the more level ground and walked in the still warm sunshine towards their smart and expensive holiday residence-hurrying now, in the hope that they would get there before either Marty or Al spotted them.
Then, abruptly both girls stood stock still.
Coming out of the front door of the house was Juan! He wore a silly little smile on his face, and waved to the girls. Louisa tried to call out to him to come back, but the lithe and sure-footed young Mexican boy broke into a run and was out of the front gate within seconds.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Neither Susannah nor Louisa moved from the spot where they stood, although there was a slight trembling of their bodies. It was crystal clear that Juan had been inside the house talking to Al and Marty. If he was a relative of the servant girl, he would never have used the front door.
"They must have had the little bastard spying on us!" Susannah said, grasping Louisa's hand more tightly. "What can we do now?"
"Nothing," Louisa said with a shrug and pulled Susannah along at a brisk pace to the front door. "We'll have to play it by ear. Let the men make the first move . . . the first statement."
"And then what?"
"Ji they accuse us . . . well admit it!" Louisa said harshly. "There's nothing else we can do . . . if Juan told them about us."
The two girls tiptoed quietly through the front door. Neither one seemed to be breathing. They listened intently, cocking their ears first in one direction, then another. So far, so good. They moved on up the stairs as quietly as possible and darted into Susannah's empty bedroom.
"Whew!" said Susannah, breathing deeply. "I thought my heart would stop beating."
"The worst is yet to come," Louisa reminded her. "They must be in the study working. I think we better shower and get into some clothes. Maybe we can face the music better if we're properly dressed."
The two girls showered hurriedly and then slipped on panties, bras and cool nylon mini-dresses. A quick combing out of their hair, just a little hp-stick (which they applied to each others' mouths after a longing kiss), and they decided it was almost time to face up to whatever was going to happen. Louisa told Susannah to wait in her room while she went upstairs to the small attic where Marty and Al were working.
Susannah sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her hands nervously, her tongue constantly licking across her lower hp. She dreaded to think what Al would say and do now that he had discovered her broken promise. She had sworn to him that she would never again have sex with a woman: or a man, come to that. They'd been so frank with each other, so open.. .
She recalled the night, two or three days before their marriage, when she had hesitantly confessed to Al that she had had a lesbian relationship with a couple of the girls at her college. He had been so understanding, she remembered. So calm and un-shocked about the revelation.
But he had made it quite clear to her that he couldn't tolerate a repetition of her kinky behavior. And she had been only too happy to give him an assurance that she would never, never do such a thing again.
Now, if the little Mexican boy had told him about the episode on the beach . . . ?
Susannah shuddered. She hardly dared to believe that she and Louisa had jumped to the wrong conclusion about Juan's appearance at the villa. What other motive could he possibly have for calling there so soon after their sexing?
That's right, you heard me!" Marty said shortly. "Al sent the boy to check up on you! As I expect you found out, his English is awful-but he managed to get the message across! Did you enjoy yourselves?"
Louisa stood in the doorway, her fingers tightening on the handle. "Why?" she asked weakly. "What made you do such a thing?"
Al sat at the desk facing Marty, staring down uncomfortably at the sheets of paper which lay strewn over the surface. So far he hadn't said a word-leaving Marty to answer Louisa's questions about the reason for Juan's visit.
The boy did sundry odd jobs about the place and he had called shortly after Louisa and Susannah left for the beach to see if there were any chores he could do for them. Al had answered the door and asked him, mainly by sign language, to spy on the two American girls and tell him if they were doing anything "odd".
Marty and Al didn't seem to realize that the boy had also participated in a sex orgy with their wives, and Louisa guessed that Juan had diplomatically omitted that portion of the story. The little bastard! She vowed then and there that she would make him pay for his dirty, sneaky tricks. Just wait until she got her hands on him!
Marty cut in on her wild fantasies for revenge. "Listen," he told his wife. "At the moment I don't give a damn about what you and Susannah do! As far as I'm concerned, this play is the only important thing at the moment.
"I just don't have the time or energy to spare, understand? And if Al had any sense he'd stop worrying about the pair of you and concentrate on his work!" He gave the man a contemptuous glance.
"Go on!" he said to Louisa. "Go back to your lezzy friend and leave us in peace. You've done enough to disturb us for one day!"
Reddening, Louisa backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. Before she went down the narrow flight of stairs to rejoin Susannah, she leaned against the wall and tried to sort out her feelings.
She was terribly mixed-up, terribly confused. How could Marty take the situation so calmly? Even allowing for the fact that he was wrapped up in getting the play finished; surely he should have reacted more violently to the revelation that his wife was having a lesbian affair?
She hadn't thought him capable of such coldness, such sheer apathy towards her. Maybe he didn't really love her so strongly after all. Or maybe it was simply the crisis: his career was at stake, Louisa reminded herself-and this was the first time since she'd known him that he'd suffered such a serious setback.
Perhaps when the play was accepted and well into production he would change his attitude. She found herself wanting him to be jealous, wanting him to be angry and disgusted with her for what she'd done with Susannah. That would be natural . . . it would prove to her that he cared passionately for her . . .
Louisa could hear the murmur of their voices coming through the closed door but was unable to make out what they were saying. She would have given a lot to know the gist of their conversation; if she had some clear idea of Al's attitude towards Susannah she would be in a much better position to formulate her plan of action.
As it was, Louisa wasn't sure if she ought to go ahead with her proposed seduction of Susannah's husband. Damn! she thought. Then realized that if she really wanted to, she could easily overhear the men's debate. All she had to do was apply her ear to the keyhole!
A moment later, Louisa was stooping softly at the closed door, listening intently . . .
". . . stir yourself up even more if you have a row with her," Marty was saying. "It's stupid! You can't do anything to change things, can you? Why not let it ride, as I suggested before? There's simply no sense in your making matters worse, now is there?"
She was unable to hear Al's reply. The man's voice was low and muffled. But Marty's next words made her feel much more relaxed.
"Of course you should! That's the idea! After all, she had a nasty scare when they guessed we suspected something. Otherwise Louisa wouldn't have rushed up here looking so agitated. They'll almost certainly be too frightened to try it again-so why get all hot and bothered?
"Just let it go to the back of your mind-don't let it worry you! If you were to have it all out with Susannah you'll probably drive her straight into Louisa's arms. Let them do the worrying! Let them stew for a while, wondering what we're going to do!
"Don't say anything to her-anything at ah! If you want to get her back that's the way to do it: keep her in suspense! Make her suffer!
"Now . . . try to focus your mind on this damned play. We've got to arrange it so that--. "
Louisa stood up slowly. So far, so good, she thought. It looked as if Marty had succeeded in persuading Al not to challenge Susannah about her lesbian loving. And that meant she could still stick to her plan of going to their room tonight and.. .
Quickly stifling a small voice inside her which was beginning to raise objections, Louisa began to work down the stairs. As she approached Susannah's bedroom, a further idea occurred to her. If Marty and Al were going to play the strong, silent types then there wasn't really any need for Susannah to know that Juan had deliberately spied on them, was there?
She tapped softly at the door and entered the room. Susannah was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking anxiously at her as Louisa moved to her side.
"What happened?" she asked tensely. "What did they say?"
Louisa smiled reassuringly at the girl. "Nothing at all. Juan is just an odd job boy, he runs errands and helps out generally. They were a bit annoyed that I interrupted their work, but otherwise-" She spread her hands. They don't suspect a thing. After all, why should they?"
Susannah regarded her dubiously. "You were gone quite a long while," she complained. "Are you sure that's all that happened?"
"Of course I am, silly!" Louisa put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Why would I lie to you?" She kissed Susannah's forehead gently. "My skin feels all tingly," she remarked. "I think we're going to have a marvelous sun-tan by the end of our vacation."
Susannah seemed to be heartened by Louisa's matter-of-fact manner: Her face brightened and she relaxed, her body losing its tenseness.
"Be careful with me tonight, won't you?" the girl said coyly. "My body feels a bit sunburned, too!"
Louisa squeezed her shoulders gently. "I promise," she murmured. I'll be as soft as I canl As long as you don't get me overexcited, that is!"
Then, hearing a knock at the front door, she moved away from Susannah. "That'll be the maid, I expect. Let's go down and help her prepare dinner. I feel starved."
Linking arms affectionately, the girls walked downstairs-their minds already savoring the pleasures which awaited them in a few hours' time . . .
Allenby Borden lay in bed, turning on his side away from Susannah, unable to sleep. He had been awake for what seemed like hours, his mind going over and over the events of the past day and night.
The room was dark-Susannah had drawn the curtains at the windows because she complained that the brightness of the full moon was preventing her from dropping off to sleep. They swayed gently in the warm night air, rustled by the sea breezes which blew through the open lattice.
Al stared at them vacantly, his thoughts turned inward to the problem of what to do about his wife's infidelity. He had taken Marty's advice and said nothing to Susannah about the way Juan had spied on them at his request. But he knew that it was going to be impossible not to challenge the girl sooner or later.
He seethed with indignation, with disgust at her for betraying her promise to refrain from such practices. And no matter what Marty said, Al knew that he would have to chastise Susannah-verbally, at least.
Marty was completely wrong: it was out of the question for him to concentrate fully on the play while his wife's misbehavior was nagging at his mind. No matter how hard he tried to forget, at least temporarily, what Susannah and Louisa had done together, the images kept forming-the pictures of the two girls kissing and fondling.
The shifting patterns on the curtains seemed to dissolve into a moving picture of the naked females as they writhed and caressed each other. Al could, see their breasts, their firm, taut-fleshed thighs moving together in a languorous sexual rhythm . . .
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to blink away the persistent and erotic fantasy. But as soon as he opened them again-there, on the gently swaying curtains, on the dimly visible folds of cloth, were outlined Louisa's and Susannah's bodies: mocking him with their blatant petting!
Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He realized that the idea of Susannah's lesbianism was getting to be an obsession with him. Behind his outward show of disgust and anger, Al perceived a definite, rather terrifying ambivalence; an odd, dry-throated excitement at the idea of two voluptuous females touching and fondling at their nude, hard-nippled bodies.
And then he froze, almost convinced that he was being driven to insanity by his preoccupation. On the curtain before him had suddenly appeared the unmistakable silhouette of a naked woman!
It couldn't be an hallucination! Al grasped at the solidity of the image with desperation. Though the room was far too dark for him to be 100 percent certain, he refused to believe that his imagination was quite so inventive.
This new shape had done the vague shadowiness of the earlier fantasies. It had to be real! It had to be!
Trembling, Al raised himself up on one elbow; straining his eyes frantically to search out the three-dimensional substance of the figure. It moved suddenly, dropping down below the level of the curtains. And he shivered violently: forcing his eyes to peer over the side of the bed.
The next moment he felt a soft, slim-figured hand creep beneath the single sheet which covered his body and rest firmly on the inside of his thigh.
It was at that instant Al realized his wife was playing a game with him. Evidently, she had slipped out of bed and deliberately stood against the curtain-her naked body in front of him.
He relaxed. And as Susannah's fingers moved slowly up his leg, Al felt a sharp stab of pleasure growing stronger and stronger within his testicles. It came from the realization that these fingers had been recently caressing Louisa's naked cunt-they had done precisely the same thing to the woman as they were now doing to HIM! Straying with a meaningful pressure up the inside of his leg, coaxing their delicate way over the flesh until they were near enough to fondle at his genitals.
Al breathed heavily, a curious feeling of paralysis stealing through his limbs and making it impossible for him to move. His head sank back onto the pillow, his eyes closing, as Susannah's hand drew nearer and nearer to his rising prick.
At long last the gentle fingers closed around the stiff thickness, squeezing firmly but tenderly and giving his cock an exquisitely loving massage. They lifted it until it was pointing towards his belly, the foreskin drawn back the crown already pulsing with a steady, even throb.
His wife began to give his prick a thorough, sustained petting; running her lovely fingers over every inch of the now fully erect tool and teasing the loose skin until Al was aroused to a frantic state of excitement.
She rubbed it into his abdomen, pushing the meaty knob urgently against the soft flesh-then releasing it and letting it wobble stiffly for a moment or two, before tightening her fingers once more around its proud, dynamic length and fondling it deliciously with the cool, silky tips.
Soon, he felt her other hand slide beneath the sheet and the next moment Al's cock was being rolled between the girl's ten fingers-Susannah's hands kneading it firmly as if it were particularly hard piece of dough.
She pulled the foreskin back as far as it would stretch, exposing the raw underside of his prick: the soft, vulnerable, highly sensitive glans, then Al felt the liquid warmth of her mouth close over his crown and suck the first inch or two of his penis between her lips.
Instead of taking the whole length into her mouth, however, she tightened her lips firmly around the pointed arrowhead and began to lick it feverishly.
Al shuddered with pleasure. Her darling tongue was coursing over the very tip of his cock and provoking it to a frenzied, ticklish ecstasy. And her fingers were still playing expertly with the rest of his prick-caressing up and down the mighty stem and applying just the right amount of pressure.
When they strayed down to his balls and began to fondle the loose, supple sacks, Al felt so gloriously stimulated that it was all he could do to prevent his come from shooting prematurely into her mouth!
Clenching his fists he fought back the urge, knowing that she had scarcely begun to suck him yet.
Besides, he wanted to touch and caress her before ejaculating. All thoughts of being angry with Susannah had vanished from his mind now. This was obviously what the girl had intended to happen-and Al knew that he had been caught helplessly by his wife's clever wiles. She understood his vulnerable spots only too well!
But if this was her way of saying sorry and asking to be forgiven . . . Well, it would take a stronger man than him to throw her favors back into her face!
The voluptuous sensations she created were better than ever, and he only frowned slightly when he wondered if she had learned some new techniques from Louisa. Susannah was gliding her fingers further under his crotch, stroking and stroking his perineum, the space between his balls and anus. She deliberately kept her forefinger tickling in a light, teasing circle there, while she let her middle finger search for his asshole.
Al sighed softly and relaxed his buttocks, feeling the sexy finger slip between the cheeks of his buttocks and begin to wangle its way into his anus. He squirmed sensuously, feeling the rigid finger go deeper and deeper. It sank inwards, right to the hilt, then started to frig in and out, making the supple, elastic inner flesh stretch helplessly under the persistent probe!
There was the realization that her mouth was much wetter as she revolved her lips in a slow, tight writhing around the head of his cock, making it feel more and more as if he were inside her cunt rather than her mouth. It was a beautiful feeling!
Susannah made soft, moaning sounds, almost singing in a whisper over his prick. He longed to reach out for her, to pull her up on the bed and feel her naked charms pressing against him from head to toe. But how could he dare think about her taking her delectable lips away from his throbbing cock? They were giving him so much pleasure that Al knew he could never bring himself to move her until he shot off his heavy load of come right into her darling mouth.
At the same time, however, Al wanted to at least be able to fondle his wife, play with her big, firm titties and massage her juicy clitoris, feeling it get hard beneath his finger.
And then Al suddenly gasped audibly! His out-flung arm brushed against soft, warm flesh! Incredible! He began to run his hand over the body of the person at his side (not the one who was sucking his cock so lovingly) and recognized almost immediately, that Susannah was lying beside him!
Al traced his fingers up and down the curves he recognized so unerringly. Susannah was completely naked and had thrown the sheet back. Meanwhile, the sucking of his throbbing cock continued! Who? Louisa! His mind began to whirl and he felt totally incapable of understanding this very strange situation in which he was so intimately involved. It was unbelievable! But it was happening! It was not a dream!
He tried to collect his senses, but before he had time, Susannah (the real Susannah) pressed her body closely against his, her arm stealing around his neck. She put her lips to his ear and whispered softly: "Don't be angry, darling! Don't lose your temper . . . please! Oh, Al, darling . . . Louisa and I can give you so-o-o much pleasure."
There was a deliberate liquid and sexy quality to Susannah's voice. The sounds caressed his mind like soft, soothing fingertips. Al was still too overawed to speak. And what in the world would he have to say to them, if he could speak? What would any man say to his wife when she was suddenly loving him and encouraging another beautiful and passionate young woman to suck his cock? And how beautifully she was doing it too!
With his eyes closed, Al remained silent, almost passive. And the girls took this as a sign of encouragement (which it was) and Susannah began to kiss him around his ear and neck, nibbling gently at the lobe, her tongue stealing out and licking moistly along the tender flesh. Her fingers caressed his shoulder, then moved across his chest and began to pluck his tiny nipples. She was delighted by the response of a heavy sigh and a moan from Louisa at the same time (meaning his cock had swelled larger momentarily), each time she squeezed his nipple real hard between her thumb and forefinger.
Susannah felt herself aflame with passion, and much of it was due to the fact that she was watching Louisa's lovely lips and tongue working on her husband's cock! The same mouth that had brought her to the highest plateaus of erotic pleasure she had even known was now serving as a juicy and active receptacle for her own husband's prick! And she was watching!
"Oh, it's beautiful, Louisa," Susannah sighed, recognizing that she was an out and out voyeur. "Louisa . . . let me see your tongue stick in his little pee-hole.. . lick the head. Oh, Louisa, it's beautiful!"
So strongly aroused was Susannah that she immediately pushed her fingers between the lips of her own dripping cunt and rubbed the clitoris to an orgasm. And then, she brought her gooey fingers back up to Al's nipples and began to play with them again, let them slide around between the slippery digits.
All of this time, Louisa had not interrupted her sucking, licking and milking of Al's cock. She had sucked on it almost incessantly, with her finger still probing deeply into his rectum and twisting in and out of his tight asshole.
There was a feeling of helpless acceptance that crept over Al. No time to worry about guilt and soul-searching while enjoying such a different and ecstatic experience. His lust had been aroused to an abnormally strong urgency by Louisa's clever and sincerely "hungry" sucking and he was far too excited to worry about it. Whatever happened tomorrow, Al decided, tonight was going to be a fantastic experience for him. He was a prince, a master sensualist, a modern Casanova. He had carte blanche to savor the delights of two obedient females. There was no doubt that they would cater to the wildest of his whims, and, probably, without his having to ask.
He comforted himself luxuriously with these thoughts, allowing every muscle in his body to relax completely. It was up to Louisa and Susannah to show him what they could do! The passive role, with two aggressive female bodies, was a very pleasant experience, Al was fast realizing.
Arranging her huge breasts carefully, Susannah pushed tightly against her husband's side. Al had raised his arm and it was now loosely about her shoulders. His hand roamed the expanse of her naked back. She snuggled herself warmly into him and let her hand wander voluptuously down his chest, caressing parts of his body with her excited fingers until they reached the flat of his stomach. They then slowly descended into the curly mass of his thick pubic hair, and eased softly downward until they closed around the root of his cock.
With breathless excitement, Susannah began to finger, shaking it from side to side and making the hard rod wobble even more interestingly in Louisa's mouth. She also began to frig the supple foreskin up and down. She increased her momentum and forced the loose foreskin to make a separate movement as Louisa sucked the main column of his rigid cock.
Al was delirious with passion. At the same time that he felt the new sensation and the continued sucking of Louisa's greedy mouth, Susannah began to kiss his mouth more passionately than ever before (he envisioned how she kissed Louisa). Her moist and fleshy mouth teased him with a series of liquid contacts. The tip of her tongue protruded from her lips and darted between his teeth with deliberately sensitive provocativeness.
Al tried to press his lips to hers, but Susannah refused to let him have his way. She forced the man to submit to her delicate, tantalizing kisses; slowly building his desire to maddening intensity.
While her fingers played ruthlessly on his prick, Susannah's mouth coquettishly taunted his lips. Her teeth would suddenly bite into his lower hp, pull away, and then her tongue would dab wetly on the spot to lick the wound.
Sweetly infuriating, this treatment seemed to be prolonged indefinitely; Al feeling his cock leap inside the tight confines of Louisa's lips with every teasing motion of his wife's mouth.
He puUed his arm from around her back and felt for her breast-determined to make her pay for this tormenting but exciting exercise.
His fingers closed eagerly over the girl's bulbous titty. It was nestling against his side, the nipple resting very close to his own. Al took it between his thumb and forefinger, but instead of squeezing and rubbing it-as Susannah expected-he rolled them as softly as possible around the tip, scarcely touching her flesh at all.
She squirmed against him, her breast itching madly as Al deliberately tickled the base of her nipple: making it rise up stiffly but refusing to give it the satisfaction of a good, hard pinching . . .
Frantically, unable to stand the teasing, she buried her lips into her husband's mouth-forcing his teeth to part and thrusting her tongue deeply against his.
Instantly, Al closed his finger and thumb as tightly as he could around the girl's nipple. The bud was squeezed in a viciously rough vice which made Susannah gasp in sudden pain. But this was at least better than having her poor little titty tormented!
She could feel the pain turning mysteriously into jabs of pure pleasure as the sensation moved from her nipple, through her breast, to the whole of her body. Urgently, she rubbed her lips against his, cramming her wet, slithery tongue into Al's mouth and running it wildly over his teeth and gums.
Louisa, meanwhile, her finger busily reaming into the man's ass and her lips glued to his cock, had sensed that Al might begin to shoot his load too soon. She slowed down the tempo of her sucking-reluctantly, because she hungered for the taste of his come.
After her regrettably brief sampling of Juan's love-juice, Louisa yearned to have the pungent fruits of male sperm on her tongue. Excitement welled up in her as she realized that her ambition was going to be fulfilled tonight. No matter what happened, she vowed, Al was going to shoot his load between her lips! Marty refused to accommodate her, but she intended to use every ounce of her sexual prowess to ensure that Al didn't disappoint her!
But not yet.. . She didn't want their party to end too soon and she wasn't entirely sure whether Al had a large appetite; it was possible that he might lose interest in them once he had reached his first orgasm, and she certainly didn't want that to happen.
Better play safe, she warned herself. And eased her lips slowly away from the man's pulsating crown, planting a final lass on the fleshy tip.
A bead of come must have been squeezed out of his cock already-because she was certain that she could taste the faint tang of it on her lips. Yes! Louisa savored the sample with relish. That would do as an hors d'oeuvre, she told herself with satisfaction. But she wanted a main course of the same dish a little later . . . !
Now: what could she do next? It was important to break up Susannah and Al's little party; they seemed to be getting on rather well without her-and that would never do!
Louisa decided that it might be rather interesting if she gave them an exhibition of her striptease talent; with Susannah lending her a hand, of course.
She had light-heartedly and playfully "performed" a strip act for some of the dancers and models she worked with, it had never been anything more than a joke among them, but Louisa could now see that hidden beneath the apparent high spirits was a strong, if surreptitious sexuality.
However, this was hardly the time or place for psycho-analyzing her past. She got up from the floor and opened the curtains so that a chink appeared between them-just enough to permit a few rays of moonlight into the room. It was still quite dark, but they were now able to see each other fairly clearly; the pale glow filtering through the open window and lending their white bodies an added luminosity.
Both Susannah and Al looked up sharply as their faces were illuminated by the sudden light. Louisa held their attention by jumping up onto the bed and raising her hands.
"Don't move," she whispered. "I want you to watch me, but you can go on doing whatever you were doing!" Her eyes twinkled mischievously and although neither Susannah nor Al could see them they could tell from Louisa's voice that the woman was gently teasing.
Al lifted his face from Susannah's breast but continued to fondle the lovely, pliable orb with his fingers. He watched Louisa curiously, her long legs directly in front of his face, her knees on a level with his eyes.
She began to writhe slowly, gyrating her hips in a sexy, deliberate grind. Her hands stole to her thighs and caressed them, fingers rubbing the insides of her legs and moving gradually upwards until they almost caressed her crotch.
Then Louisa stooped quickly and snatched up Susannah's discarded peignoir-a transparent red nightgown which lay in an untidy heap at the foot of the bed. Seductively, Louisa rubbed the silky garment all over her naked body; beginning at her thighs and slowly continuing up her legs until the disheveled confection was being pressed tightly into her crotch.
Spellbound, Al stared at Marty's wife. She was still swaying softly, her shoulders and hips moving in a daring and sensual rhythm as she stroked the wadded silk deliberately over her belly and then caressed her breasts with the red garment.
Huskily, Louisa murmured: "Come and help me put it on, Susannah, would you?"
As if hypnotized the sound of the woman's voice, the girl rose up, disengaging herself gently from her husband's arms. The bed springs creaked as she stepped to Louisa's side and silently took it from her hands.
Susannah shook it out, got it the right way round, then slipped it over Louisa's head. The woman shivered-her body, her breasts wobbling beautifully, and the nylon garment rustled into position-falling just below her crotch. Without the matching panties, it was superbly revealing: showing off Louisa's poised body to perfection.
She turned slowly until Al could see the lower cheeks of her ass protruding under the hem of the nightdress. From this vantage position, face almost directly under her legs, the man was able to look right up the shapely legs and view Louisa's blond-haired bush. (The woman had thoughtfully kept her thighs well apart for this very reason).
And Susannah! Her extreme proximity to this voluptuous, writhing woman! Al darted his eyes from one to the other-from Louisa to Susannah-wishing there was more light in the room so that he could see them better, but knowing that this shadowy atmosphere added considerably to his pleasure.
At any rate, the shaft of moonlight was streaming directly onto the girls' hips. He could see their thighs and crotches quite distinctly and the vision was keeping his prick at its full state of erection.
"Tug it down over my bottom!" Louisa whispered, the words so breathy and faint that Al could barely make them out.
Susannah took the hem between her fingers and tried vainly to pull it over her white cheeks. It was far too short for the girl to successfully hide Louisa's buttocks completely-and she placed her fingers on one of the warm globes, supporting the flesh gently, saying:
I'm sorry, darling-I'm afraid it's not quite long enough!" She was fondling the cheek softly, her hand petting the White, jutting orb with familiar intimacy.
Al felt his breath quickening and his prick jerking against the sheet. They looked so utterly voluptuous, there on the bed in front of him! The girls were obviously prolonging their activity solely for his pleasure-to arouse him to a wild, insatiable lust. And he gritted his teeth, determined to watch their game for as long as possible without interrupting it
* * *
Louisa leaned forward slightly, making her buttocks stick out and reveal even more clearly the deep divide of her cheeks. Susannah helped her to display the exciting charms by easing the portion of ass which she was holding a little farther away from its twin: causing the woman's cheeks to be opened very revealingly.
"You'll have to cover me with your fingers," Louisa murmured. "I feel so naked and defenseless with only this negligee around me . . . "
Susannah gladly moved her hand until her fingers were splayed across Louisa's ass-the tips stealing right into the woman's crease and concealing it from view. But the knowledge that his wife's hand was now actually moving upon the velvet crease and pressing into Louisa's private parts, gave Al an even more intense excitement.
He strained his eyes to see Susannah's fingers pushing firmly into the woman's buttocks: the angle of Louisa's hips ensuring that the girl's hand touched her as easily as possible, the thrust of her bottom making it difficult for Susannah to avoid contact with the damp hole of her anus.
Not that she had the slightest intention of shirking her taskl Susannah teased her fingertips softly up and down the length of Louisa's crease, feeling them brush against the hard, tight little orifice with mounting self-indulgence.
The fact that her husband was watching them so intently only gave her an added kick-as if she was undergoing a sort of test, an examination which she must pass with flying colors!
"There, there!" she soothed. "I'll hide your buttocks darling! I'll make sure you don't reveal too much of yourself!"
Louisa squirmed, wiggling her hips audaciously. The movement caused Susannah's fingers to slip a little further into her groove; the edge of one nail sliding impertinently into the tight fold of her rear hole.
"Perhaps I'd better push my finger right into you," Susannah suggested softly: stealing her other hand around Louisa's waist and rubbing herself sex-ily against the woman's silky curves.
"Then we can be sure that you won't be observed!" Louisa nodded-and Al watched with baited breath as his wife deliberately wormed her finger slowly and painstakingly into the woman's anus.
The digit was thrust deeper and deeper up the wrinkled, soft-skinned hole, until Al saw that it had completely disappeared from view inside the secret rear tube. The remainder of Susannah's fingers were spread out on the ripe cheeks-pushing firmly into them so that the flesh was pressed thrillingly inwards.
Susannah stepped around Louisa, turning the woman until she once more faced towards Al. The girl remained at Louisa's side, standing sideways to her husband, her finger still embedded in that gorgeous asshole.
But now Susannah was lowering her other hand towards Louisa's crotch, the fingers stealing slowly and surely downwards until they passed over the raised hem of the woman's garment and caressed unashamedly at Louisa's crotch.
Her legs wide apart, Louisa let her head go back so that her long white neck was exposed and her breasts thrust through the silk of her nightie with a fierce, hard-pointed challenge. Susannah lay her cheek against the woman's shoulder, rubbing her face into the rounded flesh and occasionally kissing the skin tenderly. Taking her time, purposely delaying the penetration for as long as she could, Susannah moved her fingers into the blonde-haired bush and slowly exposed the pink cunt lips to her husband's eager eyes.
The folds peeped open, the layers of soft, fatty flesh peeling sweetly into view. Susannah placed her forefinger into the slit and massaged it lightly-scarcely touching the precious clit, her digit caressing with a sweet, feathery up-and-down contact.
Out of the corner of his eye. Al noticed that Louisa's hand had now stolen around Susannah's hips and her fingers were rubbing over the girls bottom. The globes were shivering deliciously, the ripe mounds wobbling under the woman's expert fondling.
Susannah turned, her eyes slumberously to Al. "You don't mind if I put my finger into Louisa, do you?" she whispered sexily. "She's such a shy girl-she thinks you might be able to see her cunt from your position there . . . "
While she was speaking, Susannah eased her forefinger gradually into Louisa's pussy; taking good care that her husband was able to see the insertion as intimately as possible.
"It sounds silly," Susannah went on. "But she feels much more comfortable if I hide her little hole from you.. . "
Gazing at the man with wide, frank eyes, she pushed her finger to its hilt, then withdrew it slowly. Then eased it inwards again . . . then out.. . keeping to a steady, even rhythm-her slender, sharp-nailed digit never varying its leisurely frigging.
Faintly, Al heard a wet, plopping sound coming from between Louisa's thighs. And knew that the woman had already lubricated her cunt
As if to confirm his suspicion, Susannah ran her tongue across her lips-her eyes never leaving his-and nodded gently.
"I'm afraid she is rather moist!" the girl admitted. "Poor Louisa-she gets so excited!"
His heart was thudding so violently against his ribs that Al could hardly catch his breath. The bitches were so provocative! He knew that if they did one more thing to each other-if they went even a tiny bit further in their blatant flaunting of each other's bodies-he would fling himself upon them!
And then Susannah brought her hand from behind Louisa's back and raised her fingers to her parted lips. Deliberately judging the effect which this would have on her husband, the girl dipped them coyly into her mouth; sucking slowly on them in turn.
Moaning incoherently, Al reached up suddenly and grabbed at their legs. Thrown off balance, the girls tumbled back onto the bed-their bodies sprawling wildly, half on top of Al, half on the mattress.
He was bewildered for a moment or two, uncertain whether he wanted to clutch Susannah or Louisa's body to his. Then, as if by a pre-arranged signal, they solved the dilemma for him.
Their languor suddenly vanishing, both girls flung themselves onto him! Al fought wildly to lift himself free of the sheet (which still covered the lower half of his body) and take up the dominant position. But they knelt quickly upon his arms, pinning him down helplessly. Susannah on one side-Louisa on the other.
The pressure of their knees immobilized him effectively, and Al found it impossible to budge them. The girls had pressed their knees right into the flesh of his lower arms, rendering him quite powerless . . .
He looked from one to the other, seeing their breasts shaking up and down as they jiggled their bodies over him-the rosy hard nipples only an inch or two from his face.
"Relax, darling," Susannah told him. "Let us do all the work! I promise you'll enjoy it!"
Her voice was like a caress down the base of his spine. Panting from her exertion, wet-lipped and throaty, she bent over him-her long brown hair brushing lightly across his chest.
Al stopped struggling. He untensed his muscles, and let his body slowly relax, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he imagined the things which his wife and Louisa were about to do to him . . .
Seeing that he had calmed down, they lifted the pressure of their knees from his arms. Susannah bent and kissed his mouth softly.
"That's better!" she whispered. "Now-would you like me to sit on you and push my pussy against your prick, darling? Would you like that? With Louisa helping, of course . . . "
Susannah took up the sheet and drew it gradually down his body. His cock was making it rise tent-like and she lifted the cotton covering slowly over his penis, deliberately making the cool material brush against his weapon.
Al felt their breath on his prick as both girls bent over him. They were resting their hands on his thighs, caressing their soft fingers on the sensitive flesh-their mouths parted, their eyes contemplating his now uncovered cock. Al closed his own eyes, feeling a tremendous, luxurious glow steal through his body. For the first time in his life he was about to enjoy the favors of two girls at the same time. He could scarcely believe that it wasn't a fantasy, a wild adolescent dream . . . Then he felt their careful hands on his cock, stroking it tenderly-making it leap in their fingers-and knew that this was no reverie; it was really happening!
Susannah drew the foreskin down and ran her finger slowly around the crest, letting Louisa attend to the lower portion of her husband's prick. The girls played with the toy for several minutes, exploring every inch of the fine, upstanding cock.
Then Susannah decided to keep her promise to Al and she squatted astride the man, lowering her haunches gently onto his weapon and letting it slip sweetly against her parted cunt-lips.
She was facing him, her hands resting lightly on his chest; Louisa's fingers retaining their hold on his dick and continuing to fondle the rigid tool with a loving subtle caress. Al could feel the warmth of Susannah's ass on his thighs, the fleshy cheeks squashing firmly into him, just below his balls.
Louisa began to rub his prick more securely against Susannah's hotly damp cunt. It was pushed into the distended lips, pressed meaningfully, firmly against them, pulsing urgently onto the moist slot-but in a vertical position so that it was unable to slip into the hole itself . . . until Susannah raised herself and moved slightly forward . . .
Whereupon Louisa immediately maneuvered the man's cock beneath the girl's open thighs and found the opening to Susannah's cunt with her fingers before guiding Al's prick into the lusciously tight orifice.
Slowly, the girl sank down again: easing his cock beautifully-an inch at a time-into herself. Until Al again felt Susannah's buttocks on him, this time pressing hotly into his abdomen.
She waited for the last bit of thick male prick to penetrate her, then levered herself upwards again-propping her body up by pushing her hands into his chest. Opening his eyes a little, Al was able to see through her arms the wobbling, hanging swells of her breasts. He slipped his hands under her and touched the nipple lightly. They moved on his fingers like hot, extremely hard rose-buds; clenched tightly against a premature flowering.
He tightened his grip on them slowly, relentlessly increasing the pressure until they had ripened between his forefingers and thumbs to their stiffest and largest extent. Then Al relaxed the hold, letting his fingers tickle the tits more gently.
But as Susannah lowered and raised herself on him, each time increasing the rhythm and making his cock sink faster and deeper into her cunt, he was goaded into grasping her nipples as furiously as possible once more. He felt that he had to squeeze them vigorously, twist them, turn them, pull them roughly downwards and force her breasts into the longest possible elongation . . . It became a mania, a land of revenge on his wife for her deliberate though highly erotic reversal of their male female roles . . .
And each time that Susannah's cunt lifted, Louisa's fingers would quickly rub up his now greasy prick; wiggling it so that the erect meat pressed against the girl's retreating sex-lips. She was also tickling into Susannah's clitoris, stretching her long forefinger up so that it was permanently in contact with the pulsing red button.
This seemed to go on forever. Time completely lost its meaning for the man because, as soon as his excitement grew so intense that he was about to come. Susannah would intuitively remain absolutely motionless on his body; waiting until the spasm passed before continuing her fucking ride on his penis.
He was bathed in sweat, his body felt slippery and wet . . . the moisture running down his chest and stomach. Then Al realized that it wasn't entirely due to perspiration: Louisa was licking avidly over his naked flesh, her tongue lapping and dripping saliva on his belly and abdomen-and then moving quickly up to his wife's stomach and giving her the same treatment.
She was also giving her free hand some useful employment. Her fingers caressed tenderly up Al's thighs and traced smoothly up over Susannah's buttocks; fondling the splayed cheeks of the girl's ass before returning again to the man's tense legs.
After some time, Susannah started to go back on her haunches, tugging her nipples away from Al's fingers and slowly bending backwards-her movement causing his prick to bend painfully and finally flop unwillingly out of her cunt.
A terrible churning frustration welled up in the man, an almost unbearable sense of loss. But it was quickly banished by the glorious sensation of Louisa's mouth on his abandoned cock. She sucked it swiftly between her lips and drew on the wet, pulsing rod as tightly as possible, taking the entire length in her mouth and letting it rest on her quivering tongue.
The heart-stopping thrill of this substitute cunt brought Al to the point where he had to send his semen gushing forth. He jerked his buttocks wildly, feeling the urgent tickling starting at his testicles.
Then Louisa cruelly bent his prick downwards, keeping it tightly clenched between her lips, and forced it to point almost towards his feet, effectively preventing him from reaching an orgasm. They weren't ready to permit his sperm to flow-not just yet!
He writhed on the bed in acute torment, wondering what the girls were going to do next. And it had just struck Al that he could quite easily take the initiative himself when he simultaneously realized that he was actually enjoying him passivity.
Before he had time to dwell on the implications of this feeling, Susannah rolled her body on top of his with her open thighs shamelessly thrust into his face. She sank down until her breasts squashed voluptuously on his stomach-her mouth swiftly joining Louisa's on his cock!
He put his hand on her upturned buttocks and twisted the cheeks widely open: seeing, even in the dim half-light, his wife's darling brown asshole seated deeply within the exposed divide of her buttocks. And the pungent-smelling wound of her cunt, the lips stretched elastically apart, where his prick had been fucking so recently, was bared completely to his eye . . . and his mouth!
Al wasted no time in bringing his lips into contact with Susannah's precious cunt, but his senses seemed so charged with lust and a total lack of inhibition that he started to tongue her intimate secrets immediately; not pausing to kiss the pink rawness at all.
And not content with merely licking into her cunt, Al ran his tongue right over the girl's rear entrance and wormed it as deeply as possible into the rubbery asshole. He darted it in and out and all around the wrinkly perimeter before returning his lips to her pussy again: each orifice luring him with its own special attraction as he sucked urgently from one to the other.
Mercifully, the girls had allowed his prick to resume its rightful position-thrusting monstrously up towards his belly. They were squabbling sexily over the jerking length, their mouths and tongues meeting as they fought with noisy smacks of their lips to obtain the largest portion . . .
Their hands had left him now and were roaming lasciviously over each other's bodies. Crouching like predatory beasts over his maleness, their fingers tickled one another's nipples-Susannah plucking at Louisa's tits through the silk.
Personal identities were lost in a hazy, misty shroud of sheer animal lust as the trio abandoned the last shreds of inhibition and reticence, their bodies and minds fixed only upon attaining sexual release.
Susannah wriggled her bottom in a wild and agitated circular motion, rubbing her cunt into Al's mouth as insistently as possible. Letting his forefinger sink all the way into her anus, he concentrated his full attention on the girl's pussy-reaming the silky-soft channel until he finally tasted her sexual secretions.
It oozed delightfully into his throat, a heady, unstoppable nectar which sparked a furious beating in his cock and brought his semen gushing from the point of his prick.
To absorbed in her own orgasm to think of preventing Louisa's pleasure, Susannah allowed the woman to close her lips tightly around Al's arrowhead and take the full jet of his come.
Needing only the ineffable thrill of the man's coming to bring her to climax, Louisa clenched her thighs and worked herself into a paroxysm of lust-gulping down his hot, thick cream as if it were milk from the breast as she shuddered out her orgasm.
It was many minutes before she came down from the heights of her ecstasy, and several more before Louisa at last loosened her grip on Al's cock and allowed the soaking, slippery weapon to slide from between her lips.
They all three lay there exhausted for a full fifteen minutes. Al was in the middle, his arm around Susannah at his right, and Louisa at his left. The latter girl had removed the sweat-soaked peignoir, so they were all quite naked.
"I hope Marty's a good sleeper, darling." Susannah finally broke the silence, looking down at the lower extremities of their three naked bodies. "I don't think he's the type who would take this sort of fun lightly. Are you sure he sleeps like a log once he's gone off? And are you sure he was well asleep when you left? Maybe you'd better sneak back to your bedroom now, while everything seems to be in order."
Louisa listened carefully to Susannah's statement. She detected a little tenseness in her voice, a rekindling of excitement. As Susannah had spoken, Louisa also took note of the way the woman's thighs were very subtly rubbing against each other. But most of all, she noticed that Al's limp cock was beginning to move. To be certain, it showed no signs of jumping up to an immediate erection, but it flopped from one side to the other, then seemed to jerk very slightly. And Susannah's eyes were every bit as absorbed in viewing this promising activity as were Louisa's.
"Oh, no you don't," Louisa said with a gay sort of chuckle. "I know you well enough by now. All this talk about Marty's not being asleep! Hah! You want Al all to yourself for giving a good work over and having his cock. Well, you'll have all you want of it for the rest of your life. Now, my dear loving girl, let me show you how to make a tired cock rise again!"
Louisa snuggled out from Al' hold on her and went down between his legs. Susannah, a little angry at first and ready to jump down there too and compete with Louisa for her husband's cock, eased ,up, lying back down on his arm and cuddling close so that Al could play with her right titty and tweak the nipple.
It was true that she would have the rest of her life to engage in all manner of sex with Al. Besides, Susannah mused, she was much of a voyeur as any of them. She found herself becoming quite passionate again as she watched the crouched body of her lesbian lover maneuver between the thighs of her husband.
"Mm-mmm," Louisa sighed as she licked the soft cock's head and gulped the shaft in and out of her mouth a few times. "You taste like you've been sucked off recently. And . . . under your balls . . . I think that some of Susannah's juices can still be licked up."
Without any further hint, Al spread his legs a little more and slightly raised his ass. Louisa lifted his cock and balls and bathed the area beneath them with her tongue. She felt a very light twinge in Al's cock, but she knew that her job was not going to be easy. They had worn him out and, although he had come only once, the exhaustion of the foreplay, their deliberate pressure to hold back his previous attempts at ejaculation, had tired out the sets of valves and vessels that engorged the human prick with blood and made it hard.
Her work was far from unpleasant, however, as Louisa loved the feel of his intimate parts, loved to lick and mouth them with liquid sensuality. Without the thought occurring consciously, Louisa reached over between Susannah's moving thighs with her left hand. Both girls almost broke out in laughter when Louisa's fingers met Susannah's in the wet cunt.
Susannah had been fingering her clit almost since she first saw Louisa gulping her husband's cock so anxiously. She very willingly, however, moved her own finger away to give Louisa complete freedom. She liked the feel of the girl's delicate fingers inside her cunt. She had a technique for pinching off her clit that Susannah clamored for. But this time, Louisa was not so attentive to the needs of Susannah. Instead, she seemed intent on scooping up as much of juices as possible, and then immediately transferring them to Al's asshole.
He responded audibly at the feel of two slippery fingers forcing open his sensitive anus, but his prick budged only minutely. He raised himself a little higher, as Louisa managed to insert both her index and middle finger into his asshole and sink them to the hilt. He moaned when she moved them in and out of his rectum, twisting them around when they were deep inside.
"Susannah . . . " Al moaned, motioning to his wife.
She immediately straddled him so that her juicy pussy was almost in his face. Al studied the thick, wet lips for a moment, let his eyes trail up across the dark triangle and on to the two huge breasts that hung there so firmly. "Susannah," he almost whispered, as his lower body moved in a tempo with Louisa's insertions at his anus, "Let me . . . let me watch you play with your titties?"
Susannah was more than pleased that Al was finally speaking up, that he felt he could increase his passion by observing his own wife in a self-titty massage. She had no objection whatsoever to the request and immediately cupped her soft globes and pulled them apart so she could look down at her husband's face.
The angle from which Al could observe Susannah's mammary masturbation made it all the more erotic for him. He saw her heft them alternately, and then together. He marveled at the sight of her massaging the nipples with her thumbs and watching them swell and stiffen with his very own eyes.
Again, Al looked at the cuntlips only inches from his face. They were more moist now. In fact, he could actually see Susannah's warm cunt juices seeping out between and drooling toward the bottom where there was a collection of the fluid. He put his arms around her shapely buttocks and drew the lips to his mouth. He licked the deposit of liquid thirstily and then began to use his tongue teasingly.
The tip of his tongue ran up and down the big lips, then gently pushed them apart. When his tongue went inside, it hit Susannah's clit at once, and she screamed out her joy at the resulting orgasm that was such a pleasant surprise.
While Al continued his sucking and licking of his wife's cunt (and stall able to peer up at her breast play), Louisa was again sucking his cock as she continued her anal penetrations. But the prick would not stiffen to even half an erection! Louisa was both frantic (she wanted to swallow just one more load tonight), and disappointed that her own special ministrations were not effective in producing the gorgeous erection she was used to with Marty after such treatment.
But while Al was sweating and pumping his hips, thoroughly frustrated at his temporary impotency, he was nevertheless passionate! He was overwhelmed by the amount of secretions that flowed from his climaxing wife's cunt. He gulped and licked, but the juices would still drool down his chin. He suddenly realized that with Louisa's wild tastes, she might enjoy a little idea of his. He brought his hand around the upper part of Susannah's thigh and dug his fingers into her cunt along with his tongue. When they were copiously covered with his wife's sexual liquids, he withdrew his hand and offered it to Louisa.
She immediately let his cock flop from her mouth and began to lick with catlike lunges at his wet fingers. For Al, the sensation seemed to be much like that of a real cat licking his fingers. There was a charge of strong sensuality each time Louisa's dainty,, delicate, experienced tongue lapped at a finger. And, after all, he reasoned, females were often defined as catlike in referring to their sensuality.
When this went on for a matter of thirty seconds or so, Al could feel the strength returning to his loins. The blood surged through his vascular system and fairly gushed into the intricate arrangement of vessels and capillaries in his cock!
More pleased than Al, was Louisa, who felt the tip of his cock slap the side of her face suddenly as she finished licking the last of Susannah's drippings from his fingers. She was overjoyed! Louisa immediately clamped her lips over the head and began to rub the shaft up and down gently with her fingers. She liked especially to lick incessantly at the head, to feel its incongruous softness attached to the steel rod of hard cock. And she enjoyed putting her tongue into the pee-hole.
She wondered if it would be possible, by pointing her tongue and inserting it tightly into the hole, if she could stop the discharge of his semen. The more she thought about it, the more it intrigued her. She began to go up and down on his throbbing cock, letting it fuck her mouth. After every few strokes, she practiced stopping as she was engulfing only the head, and plugging up his pee-hole with the pointed tip of her tongue.
And then she began to suck more furiously. Susannah objected, although she was on her third or fourth orgasm from having her cunt licked and sucked with so much gusto. She also wanted the feel of his cock, but when she realized that Al was moving his body, moaning and gurgling, that he was on the very precipice of orgasm, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Meanwhile, Louisa was trying to gauge each thrust of his cock so that she could have her tongue and mouth at the head when he began his discharge of come. She sensed the rumblings, the beginning of the pulsations that told her the sperm was at that very moment rushing from his balls. And she was none too quick. She plunged the tip of her pointed tongue into his pee-hole and maintained great pressure, just at the very first of his white load was about to shoot out.
"Oh! Oh, goddam!" Al screamed suddenly. "Let it go! The pressure . . . it's killing me. Let go!"
Suddenly realizing that Al's screams might awaken Marty if she continued to force back the release of his ejaculation, Louisa suddenly pulled both her tongue and mouth away from his cock.
The girls gasped at the geyser which spewed forth. A great glob of it landed on Louisa's lips and chin as she pulled away, and Susannah was there immediately to lick and suck the come, while enjoying the kiss of Louisa's mouth and sexy tongue at the same time. The girls then knelt over Al's rising and falling belly to lick up every last drop of the precious cream they had both grown to love so well.
"Whew!" Susannah said as they cuddled back together again in each others' arms. "I'm glad you stayed, my darling Louisa. But I just hope Al's voice didn't awake Marty."
"I told you," Louisa said as she wiped herself with a towel Susannah had given her, "when Marty's asleep, nothing can wake him up except a slap on the face."
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Susannah. "It's after four in the morning. I hope you won't think I'm pushing you, dear, but.. . . "
"You're right, of course," Louisa answered, then looked down lovingly at both of them. "But I hope we can at least get together every other night. Okay!"
The feeling was unanimous.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The return flight to New York after the two week working vacation, was like a voiceless nightmare for all four. Hardly a word, other than "pardon" (when the person on the inside seat wanted to get up) was spoken. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours and the journey seemed as speedy as a DC-3 might have made it, in comparison to the sleek jet in which they were traveling.
Once at home, Marty would walk out of the room any time that Louisa tried to speak to him. She went over and spent most of her time with Al and Susannah. At least, they understood.
And what brought about this sudden mood of silence, of bitterness and fury between Mr. and Mrs.
Martin C. Gebhart? It had happened during their last night in Acapulco. Marty was tense and nervous again, as he realized he had to go back to New York and face his future. He had managed to go to sleep at first without much trouble. But he woke up half an hour later to the sounds of laughing voices from Al and Susannah's room. And the extra female voice undoubtedly belonged to his wife, who was no longer in the bed beside him.
Within the next five minutes, Marty had heard all he needed to hear. He got out of bed, walked to the other bedroom, opened the door, and caught them in the act. His wife Louisa was sucking Al's prick while Susannah was sucking Louisa's asshole and had a hand around her right hip, fingering her clitoris.
As much as Marty tried to forget the entire event, there was no use. The picture remained indelibly imprinted in his mind. And although over a week had passed, Marty could not forget each detail as he paced the floor of the apartment, staring at the phone, daring it to ring. If he didn't hear something from one of the producers tonight, he would assume that the ungrateful adulterer and writer, Allenby Borden, had made his own arrangements.
Following Marty's initial outburst of rage and bitterness that last night in Acapulco, he felt himself sinking into a sullen apathy, a kind of inertia of the spirit. Actually, he thought later, the situation was ludicrous, an occasion for amusement rather than histrionics. The three of them looked so absurd, ridiculous, outrageous! If only he hadn't kept himself from becoming so furious at first, because in no time, he was able to view the situation with cold detachment.
Marty found that he had the capacity to divorce himself from the whole situation, cutting off any emotional involvement. It was true that he had worried in the past exactly what he would do if he ever caught Louisa in bed with another man. The idea of an abnormal threesome had never even occurred to him.
And now, he was able to view the whole thing impersonally. While the picture remained in his mind, it did not plague him any more. They seemed like characters in a play, totally without flesh and blood existence. The fact that one of them happened to be his wife only added to his curious feeling. His wife . . . Marty had examined again the tenuous bonds which were supposed to tie husband and wife together throughout their married life. He had never felt that way about Louisa-never felt at all possessive towards her.
Sooner or later, he supposed that something like that night in Acapulco would have occurred. What he hadn't anticipated was this deadness, this apathy about her infidelity.
She had quickly rushed to his side and told him that it was all part of her plan to keep Al on their side. Apparently she had some wild idea that if she seduced Al he would feel obliged to remain loyal to Marty (the poor, betrayed cuckold bit, Marty thought with wry amusement) and refuse to sell the play unless they agreed to his terms.
He was inclined to dismiss the story as an attempt to get round him: to cool his anger. Then, with amazement, Marty realized that Louisa actually believed what she was telling him!
She was rationalizing her desire for extramarital affairs by kidding herself that her seduction of Al would help her husband! Marty had been too surprised at this insight into Louisa's psychological make-up to tell her that she was contriving to influence a man whose behavior patterns were completely unknown to her.
Al wouldn't feel any additional loyalty to Marty because he'd fucked the man's wife! For God's sake, Marty thought, Louisa must have a crazy, romantic streak in her to believe for even one moment that such a thing was possible.
She could have been a bit more honest with herself and admitted that she was doing this simply because she wanted a different sex kick! But there could be no mistaking the surface honesty in Louisa's eyes. She really and truly believed that her little games with Susannah and Al weren't solely for her own pleasure.
Marty got up from his chair and mixed a drink: a double shot of whisky and a splash of soda water. He carried the glass to the window and sipped the contents slowly, looking out across the East River.
He turned away from the window. New York depressed him lately. Perhaps he'd seen too much of it and knew its inhabitants a little too well. Knew then-urge for constant diversion, their appetite for the sensational, their fickle and ethnic tastes.
His sociological expertise served him well in show business. His eyes and ears were attuned to the public's taste-Martin C. Gebhart had his finger firmly on the pulse of modern entertainment. He knew exactly how the pendulum swung. And in his choice and treatment of writer's he brought to the masses the very latest in styles, "daring" themes and topical plots.
It was beginning to bore him stiff.
He was tired of striking a balance between the real innovators-the truly creative but little known artists and writers whose worked he lifted-and the stale, middle-of-the-road hacks who churned out so much garbage.
He desperately wanted a change, a different way of life. Marty finished his drink and returned to his chair by the telephone. Armand Edwards should call at any moment now and tell him if he wanted the play or not. And despite his growing lack of enthusiasm, Marty was concerned about this particular project.
It represented more to him than just a chance to get his career on a better footing. Although Al had sworn to him (that night in the villa) that he wouldn't, under any circumstances, allow the play to be produced, unless Marty handled it, Marty knew that it meant far too much to the writer for him to make such a sacrifice.
If Edwards rang and said he wanted the play but was "terribly afraid old boy, that we don't think you're the man to handle Al and the promotion." . . . Marty had not the slightest doubt that Al would back out of his promises.
He was bloody certain, if their positions were reversed, that he would!
Edwards was their last chance. All the other producers had almost surely rejected the play. Whether it was the play, or whether they had heard about Al's close connection with Marty and that Marty had spoiled the man's chances simply by his association with him, Gebhart didn't know.
But Edwards, an old associate of Marty's and a fairly good friend, was noted for his liberal and farsighted attitude towards experimental plays. If he didn't like it they might as well tear the damned thing up!
If the play was accepted and he handled it, it would be easy to show them all that their stupid little scheming had nothing at all to do with his reinstatement.
Because Edwards had never met Allenby Borden, he had never, consequently, been in a position to bargain with the writer. Since this particular negotiation was going to be effected through Marty himself, they could hardly tell themselves that it was only thanks to Al's "loyalty" that Marty had got the job . . .
The phone rang suddenly. Although he was only a foot away from it, Marty let it shrill for a count of ten before picking up the receiver. The first lesson he had learned in this game was: don't appear to be too eager!
Edwards was on the line. They spoke for about ten minutes and when Marty said goodbye and put the phone down his hand was shaking violently. A wave of helpless laughter erupted from him, and he fell back into the chair convulsed with amusement.
When the initial spasm had worn off, Marty's eyes were watering. He mopped them up with a handkerchief and then paused, his hand still in front of his face, a sudden idea occurring to him. He smiled broader.
Why not? Why the hell not? And he began to elaborate the inspiration, his mind growing more and more excited as the details fitted neatly into place. The deal was wrapped up-all in his favor. Now, to have some fun with it.. .
They sat uncomfortably as far away from each other as possible, avoiding contact and reluctant to allow even their eyes to meet. This was the first occasion since their return from vacation that the four of them had met, and nobody seemed to know how the stilted atmosphere could be broken.
Only Marty seemed perfectly at ease. He poured drinks and passed them round, a smile hovering constantly about his lips, chatting as if the Mexican incident had never happened.
Without telling them of the phone call from Armand Edwards, he had invited Al and Susannah to cocktails, letting them assume that he was going to castigate them for their immoral behavior. They had scarcely talked at all, except concerning the play.
On their return, Louisa had tried many times to convince Marty that she had only done it for him, but he cut her short-rejecting her explanation and declining to listen to her at all.
Now, he leaned against the low mahogany sideboard and regarded them benevolently. Marty raised his glass.
"To Mr. Edwards and his angels!" he proposed. "Very intelligent people!"
Al came to his feet quickly. "You mean they liked the play?" he asked excitedly. "They've accepted it?
God-that's marvelous, Marty. Terrific! When did they tell you? I thought they were going to-"
Marty held up his hand. "Hey, wait a minute! Calm down. Did I say they liked the play?" His eyes changed suddenly. They stared coldly into AL all the warmth and humor abruptly switched off.
"They thought it was a load of crap!" he said slowly and distinctly. "In common with the others we sent it to, they rejected it. They turned it down flat." He snapped his fingers sharply. "Like that!"
Al sank back into his chair, looking beaten and crushed. He stared into his glass hopelessly.
"Then we've had it," he said softly. "That's it, it's all over . . . I'm sorry I put you to so much trouble, Marty-".
"However," Marty continued smoothly, "Armand Edwards personally told me that he thinks there's a germ of a good play somewhere in it-and that if I handle the incidentals it might make the thing worth doing.
"In other words," Marty looked at them carefully, making sure that they understood precisely what he was saying. "He had the foresight to see that with really good promotion (I've no false modesty, you understand), with some changes in the script by me, in fact, the play could be turned into a visually interesting experience.
"Which places me in rather an amusing position. You see, I don't know whether I want to salvage your play now, Al! I'm tired of this business and I've been thinking for some time of going into working with film and TV writers exclusively."
"Don't think you can blackmail me!" Al cried suddenly. "You reckon you're pretty clever, playing cat and mouse with us, don't you? Well, let me tell you something-"
He stood up again and moved nearer to Marty. "You're not the only good agent and promoter on Broadway! They can replace you-you're not unique, you know!"
Marty sipped his drink and smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you," he told Al coolly. "But in this particular case-I am! You know as well as I do that no one else wants the play. Right? And Edwards will only produce it if I'm a part of the deal!"
He gestured towards the telephone. "If you don't believe me, phone him. Youll find the number on the pad there and hell probably be at home now!"
Al hesitated, frowning.
"Go on-phone him!" Marty's eyes challenged the man, daring him to pick up the telephone and speak to Armand Edwards personally.
Al dropped his eyes. "All right," he said. "You win. What do I have to do?"
Marty walked past him and ran his eyes slowly over Susannah. The girl was wearing a very short mini dress; a bright, op-art creation in dazzling, clashing colors which clung silkily to her body and ended only a few inches below her crotch. With his back to Al, Marty said:
"You know, I've been thinking about that final night of our vacation . . . I was pretty slow, wasn't I? There you were, having a marvelous time together, and I played the heavy-the odd man out!"
"Let's have a flashback, shall we? Suppose we turn the clock back and play that scene again: from the point where I make my entrance!"
"That's not very funny, Marty!" Louisa got up from her chair in the far corner of the room and walked towards him. "I don't think that's very funny at all!"
"Who's laughing? Certainly not me!" Marty kept his eyes on Susannah. The girl raised her head slowly and gave him a strange, half-frightened, half-curious look.
"Take you, for instance, Louisa." His wife stopped, about five feet away from him. "You want sex pretty badly, don't you? You're not terribly fussy whether you're with a man or a woman-you just need to go further and further . . . trying out every possible combination and position!
"Stop fooling yourself! You didn't really arrange that little orgy for poor old Marty's benefit! And we all know it!" He was still staring at Susannah, talking to Louisa but exchanging a long, intense and mutual gaze with the girl.. .
"We also know that Al hasn't very much choice in the matter, don't we? Unless he'd prefer to withdraw like the gentleman he is and leave us to get on with it?" Al was silent. "No? Well, that leaves you, darling!" He moved two paces nearer to Susannah. "What have you got to say about it? Eh?"
Louisa grabbed his arm and swung Marty around to face her.
"What are you doing this for?" she pleaded. "Why, Marty? What's got into you? You don't really want us to do these things, you know you don't!"
He pulled his arm free. "I told you," he replied coldly. "I don't like being used . . . manipulated! I was the square, wasn't I? The innocent who wasn't supposed to realize what was happening under his nose? Go on-into the bedroom and draw the curtains: I want to see the entire performance this time."
It had begun as a plan for revenge on them, Marty realized. A sweedy humiliating vengeance for their scheming and-in particular-Louisa's patronizing way of "looking after his interests." But now, staring into his wife's eyes and knowing that she was slowly capitulating, Marty saw that these reasons were totally inadequate to explain his conduct.
She was right. He wasn't really like this: it was as much out of character as Louisa's flaunting of her body in the Acapulco villa. Perhaps her recently acquired sensuality was contagious! Maybe she, too, was hungry for novelty and a change of scenery-and it had affected Louisa in this particular way; she sought fresh kicks in different sexual experiences . . .
Marty didn't care very much what motives had inspired him to blackmail Al into a sex orgy. He had felt, during the minutes when he was staring into Susannah's eyes, a strong and rising desire to caress the girl's body.
His fingers itched, the palms of his hands were slightly damp with the urge. Marty wondered momentarily if it was the girl's intimate connection with Louisa that had triggered his sudden lust for her. He had honestly never thought about her as a sex partner until this afternoon, and had scarcely glanced at Susannah after surprising her with Al and Louisa.
Now . . . He felt that the reasons and motives behind his present state of mind were completely irrelevant. He was only truly aware of the trembling at his loins, the tense state of his prick as it stirred beneath his tight slacks.
Without saying a word, Louisa walked in front of him and disappeared into the bedroom. A moment later they heard the swish of the curtains being drawn. Marty reached out his hand to Susannahand the girl took it, allowing him to pull her up from the chair and draw her firmly against his body.
She put her arms around his waist, locking her fingers at the base of his spine and letting herself lean forward. Marty nuzzled his cheek against hers, stroking firmly up and down her back-feeling the warmth and softness of the girl's skin through her thin, silky dress.
"Let's dance!" he whispered into her ear. And started to force Susannah in a slow, sensual series of movements towards the bedroom.
She made no protest, gliding in his arms with a snuggling complacence, her head resting on his shoulder and her eyes closed.
Al was left standing in the middle of the lounge, holding his half-empty glass in one hand, the other raised in a futile gesture of ineffectual outrage. He watched Marty and Susannah pass through the open door into the bedroom and move out of sight. For the space of, perhaps, five seconds Al hesitated. Then he finished his whisky and followed them, slamming the door shut and plunging the room into semi-darkness.
Louisa had already stripped off her dress and was lying seductively on the bed clad only in her bra, stockings and panties. The last rays of the dying sun were filtering through a small gap in the curtains, but they cast only a very small amount of light-making their figures shadowy and vague.
"We don't want to make Louisa feel embarrassed," Marty whispered in Susannah's ear. He kissed the lobe tenderly. "Why don't you slip out of your dress?"
"Why don't you help me?" the girl suggested. She rubbed her body more firmly against him, her breasts pressing heavily into his chest.
Marty felt for the buttons, unfastening them as slowly as possible and caressing the warm skin which his fingers were gradually laying bare. He had to stoop a little to reach the lower ones as he drew her short dress away from her back his hands cupped the panty-clad cheeks of her ass, fondling them with probing, greedy fingers.
Susannah slipped the straps off her shoulders, then let the garment rustle to the floor between their bodies. Marty rose to his full height again, holding the girl tightly to him, looking down at the marvelously rich globes of her breasts. They stuck out proudly from twin, lace-trimmed cups-the white swells overflowing.
His hands roamed over her now nude back, found the thin strap of her brassiere and unhooked it expertly. She wriggled her shoulders, holding him slightly away from her body so that the bra could join her dress on the carpet. It dropped away from her breasts slowly, as if reluctant to leave the warmth of her flesh, and Susannah ran her fingers beneath them, jiggling the full and creamy orbs and whispering: "Do you like them?"
Marty nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the wonderful spectacle. She rubbed her thumbs deliberately over her nipples, causing them to perk up stiffly. Marty let his hands fall to the girl's buttocks again, gripping the cheeks more firmly and making them shiver and wobble under his fingers.
"Let's go to the bed," he urged her. "I want to feel them properly!" Marty's cock was writhing furiously now, making the front of his trousers bulge out ominously.
Susannah dropped one hand and let it brush softly against the protuberance.
"My!" she whispered. "You're really hard, aren't you? I think we ought to have those pants off, you know-your poor prick can scarcely move inside them!"
He led her quickly to the bed, lowering the girl alongside Louisa's scantily-clad body, where she immediately moved as close as possible to the woman and draped her arm around Louisa's shoulders. Her fingers were just able to reach the soft slope of Louisa's upper breast. They fumbled beneath the black brassiere and, by stretching her arm, Susannah managed to push them onto the woman's nipple, rubbing the red morsel into erectness beneath Louisa's bra.
Marty had paused to strip off his shirt and slacks before joining the girls. He was about to pull his shorts down as well when Susannah stopped him.
"Let me do that," she insisted. And he felt her soft fingers tugging at the tight waistband of his briefs, dragging them carefully over the hard bulge of his cock. She exposed his genitals completely, then let her hand tickle teasingly over the low-slung balls and upwards onto his shaft.
When they had caressed up to his belly, Susannah stroked his hairs gently, whispering: "Take them right off, Marty. Then push yourself against me! I want you so much . . . I The last words were no more than the merest murmur, a soft, liquid sigh.
He pulled the pants down his legs and climbed onto the bed, laying his hand on Susannah's waist-his fingers just above the white elastic of her panties. The girl slipped her other arm, around his shoulders, keeping her right hand in Louisa's brassiere, and drew him gradually on top of her nearly-naked body.
Marty lowered himself down, feeling Susannah's yielding flesh meeting his own: their bellies pressing tightly together, his prick pulsing against the hard pubic mound.
Louisa had unfastened her brassiere now and it was being slipped away from her shoulders by Al. Susannah's husband had stepped to the side of the bed and removed his own trousers and shirt. He now lay beside Louisa, wearing only his nylon shorts, the swelling of his prick bulging into the woman's thigh.
Her head turned towards Louisa, Susannah whispered: "Thanks," and proceeded to caress the naked breast thoroughly-her fingers twisting the orb upwards so that she was able to play with the nipple.
Louisa contented herself with Al's cock; slipping her hand between the man's thighs and closing her fingers tightly around the rigid, trembling weapon. She brought him quickly to a peak of excitement, her expert fondling-even through the material of his underpants-giving Al a sharp, delicious thrill.
The twitching of his prick became more and more intense, his shaft straining against the tender caress of Louisa's fingers. He put his own hand on her crotch, rubbing around the sinewy flesh below her mound, until his fingers pushed into the slit of her cunt-forcing the silk of her panties to sink inwards between the lips.
His palm resting firmly on her pubic mound, Al frigged his tightly-squashed fingers up and down the long, plump swelling of her pussy, increasing the speed gradually so that the woman was worked into a steadily progressive excitation.
Meanwhile, Marty had wriggled down Susannah's body until his mouth was over the girl's breast. He surveyed the tempting nipples avidly, then cupped one of her tits between his fingers and shaped it into an elongated pear. His lips parted, Marty closed the distance and sank his teeth greedily into the hard ripe nipple-worrying it roughly, shaking Susannah's breast from side to side as he alternately sucked and nibbled on her pearl-hard cherry.
His free hand fumbled for her panties, but she stopped him; grabbing his wrist and guiding it to her bottom. Susannah thrust herself up so that Marty could squeeze his fingers beneath her buttocks, then lowered her body down again-pinning his hand between the sheet and her ass.
Marty worked his fingers under the silk edge of her panties until they pushed into the sheen of her buttocks. He rubbed them lustfully up and down the cheek, then stretched them until they were able to reach into the heated furrow of her bottom and flick against the girl's moist, velvet-soft asshole.
Susannah, still fondling at Louisa's nipple with a continuous scratching action of her forefinger, took Marty's cock in her other hand and guided it against the inside of her thigh-right at the top where her curvy leg joined her crotch.
She fumbled the tight silk away from her cunt, folding the material so that it completely exposed the plump, juicy lips, then began to steer his prick into the revealed red slit.
Skillfully wiggling her hips and thrusting them downward, Susannah succeeded in getting Marty's penis firmly into her cunt. The fleshy folds snapped into place around the angry shaft, kissing his cock in a possessive, intimate mouthing-and he lunged slowly forward, thrusting his prick deeply into the girl's willing body.
Susannah waited until he had penetrated her to his hilt, then pulled her panties snugly back into position: fitting the tight silk around Marty's cock so that it pressed fiercely against the tender rod-just above his testicles.
And as Marty started to fuck her, the edge of her panties rubbed roughly into his prick: sending a sharp sensation of pain-pleasure through his genitals.
She raised her knees deliberately, lifting them until they were level with Marty's chest. He was still sucking urgently on her nipple-the swollen bud bruised and quivering in the heat of his mouth-and the girl's action, causing her panties to tighten and clench even more closely around his rod, made him bite into the hard, tasty bud with fury.
Al had drawn Louisa's panties off by now and was stroking his hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh. The woman was relatively passive, lying on her back, her breast being fondled by Susannah's hand, her own fingers rubbing gently at Al's cock-which she had pulled halfway out of his underpants: the crown and half of his length protruding from the top of his tight briefs.
Her legs were parted, revealing the sweetly shaped lips of her cunt; the garter belt biting into her soft flesh just above her sex-mound.
Al felt her fingers tingling as they caressed the electric silk of her stocking. Beneath the hose, Louisa's thigh was particularly fleshy and soft. The woman was relaxing her leg muscles on purpose, knowing that the man loved to fondle her thigh with the skin loose and supple.
Al moved his fingers onto the naked area between her stocking-tops and crotch, spreading his hand out to encompass as much of the gorgeous sleek thigh as possible.
They roved anxiously across the curve of Louisa's crotch, crooking at the second joint to slip between her cunt-lips and probe deliciously inwards. He sank all four fingers into her slit, using his thumb to give her violently sensitive clitty a taunting, rhythmical rub.
Louisa came to life at this caress, the man's ceaselessly tormenting thumb provoking her poor, tender clitoris to a wild, tickling frenzy.
She frigged his prick more urgently-shaking the visible top half between her forefinger and thumb, jerking it ruthlessly and causing the foreskin to move up and down over the helmet at a fantastic speed.
But this did very little to satisfy the woman. Louisa ached to feel his cock sliding into her body, to feel his hard, rigid length forcing the lips of her cunt to open . . .
Gasping for breath, she drew him on top of her, stretching her thighs wide and manipulating his weapon until it was poised at the opening of her agitated pussy. Not bothering to pull his shorts down, Louisa levered Al's horny staff into her wet slit, greedily bearing down on the fast-sinking cock.
* * *
It was beating with a mighty, quivering pulse against the hot walls of her cunt, the iron-hard phallus cramming Louisa's soft and liquid hole to capacity-
Al could feel his black shorts sticking with agonizing pressure into the tender spot where his balls were joined to his prick. The tight elastic waistband was constricting his testicles-and each time he withdrew from Louisa's cunt it seemed to stretch more tautly against them. Then, as his passion mounted and his fucking increased its momentum, Al realized that, imperceptibly, his pain had become pleasure! Far from hurting him, the tightness of his briefs felt incredibly sexy and stimulating! He renewed his strokes in and out of Louisa's cunt with vigor-careening his cock more and more violently into the woman's lusciously moist crack.
Now that Al was safely inside her, Louisa allowed her hand to stray across to Susannah's stomach. She pushed her fingers between Marty's body and the girl's and poked them securely downwards until they were able to touch, the raised protuberance of Susannah's Mount of Venus.
She fondled the hard, sexy mound briefly, then splayed her fingers and thrust them between the oily, urgently fucking prick working them relentlessly into the girl's cunt-squeezing her digits alongside Marty's piston-like shaft.
They were unable to penetrate Susannah fully, of course, but Louisa did manage to insert them a fair way into the girl: moving them in a firm, precise wiggling against the wet red flesh which surrounded Susannah's vulva.
She could feel Marty's cock pushing past her fingers as it rammed its fiery path in and out of the girl's pussy. The rigid, blood-colored weapon squashed through her open digits and gave Louisa an added thrill; combining with the pleasure of Al's fucking penis and making her experience an overwhelming ecstasy.
Before he grew too carried away, Marty thought it would be pleasant to adopt an even closer and sexier grouping. He deliberated on the possible variations for a few moments, then:
"Would you like to suck me?" he whispered into Susannah's ear. The girl was too engrossed in her enjoyment to understand him at first. He repeated the suggestion.
She nodded, half-opening her hot-lidded eyes to give him a tender, enraptured stare. Marty eased his prick out of her cunt and crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling over Susannah's face and aiming his glistening cock at the girl's mouth.
She stretched her lips wide and sucked the long, thick stem inwards, running her tongue lasciviously over the juicy shaft and wriggling her mouth sexily on her prize.
Louisa murmured softly to Al, her mouth brushing against his neck. And he slid his penis slowly out of her pussy and waited until the woman had positioned herself intimately between Susannah's thighs. When she had buried her face in the girl's crotch and was sucking deeply into Susannah's cunt-her head bobbing up and down, then from side to side, Al moved behind her.
He placed his hands firmly on her buttocks and stretched them as wide as possible. Louisa was kneeling with her buttocks stuck in the air, her back bent over and her legs akimbo.
Al knelt closely behind her and carefully levered his cock into her from behind-holding it steady and drawing the lips of her cunt open with his free hand. A little patience, a little judicious maneuvering, and he succeeded in penetrating her.. .
Once more he felt his prick roving with long, angry thrusts into Louisa's cunt. And beyond her he could see his wife-a view which was slightly obscured by Marty's thighs-as she sucked deeply on another man's penis. Somehow, the spectacle didn't bother Al. He thought of them at the moment as being one multi-limbed Being: a sprawling, insatiable monster whose appetite for selfish lust was turned in upon itself. Forever fondling, caressing and sucking at its own various mouths and genitals.
He knew that his climax was imminent; a harsh, urgent desire was spreading through him to shoot his come relentlessly into Louisa's tight-lipped cove.
Then Marty, his cock licked and sucked until his sperm could no longer be contained, would spill his seed into Susannah's mouth . . . where the hot, fatty milk must be pumped through her stomach.
Al, teetering helplessly on the brink of babbling insanity, clasped his hands tightly around Louisa's breasts, leaning forward over the woman and jetting his load gloriously into her-a tense, silver spray of thick cream which felt as if would never end.. .
The fast-flowing stream which gushed into her cunt tickled Louisa into a violent climax. With her tongue running wild inside Susannah's wet cunt, she reached the peak of her lust and tried frantically to remain there: straining her mind and her sex to prolong the orgasm indefinitely.
Her lips slithering on the slippery shaft of Marty's cock, Susannah climaxed with helpless joy-the tantalizing quivering of Louisa's tongue making it impossible for the girl to hold back another second.. . .
Sensing that the others had already passed the zenith of their pleasure, Marty required only three or four quick and compulsive jerks of his prick to bring it to the boiling point. He grabbed at Susannah's wrist and brought the girl's hand to his cock, forcing her to hold it steady while he spurted his fat cock down her throat.
Although the entire quartette experienced a feeling of relaxed closeness, Louisa was a little more than aghast at having watched her husband give his all for Susannah to swallow, after a married life in which he denied her this pleasure. As the four of them cuddled closely and enjoyed the delicious nakedness of each others' bodies, Louisa pondered Marty's most recent act and his very strong enjoyment of it. She had never seen such a wracked expression of joyful lust on Marty's face before.
She felt Marty's hand steal between her thighs and the fingers bathe themselves in the thick inundations of her cunt, which contained yet a good amount of Al's come as well as her own copious secretions. Louisa almost intuitively drew away from him, but the feeling was too good. It was always good to receive the littie pleasant sensations of a finger sliding around in the goo of her cunt after a nice orgasm.
"Marty . . . I want you to be perfectly honest and tell me something," she said boldly aloud, then immediately backed down when a thought suddenly occurred to her. "No . . . it was nothing. I can't even . . . remember what I was going to ask you.. . . "
Despite the pleas of the other three, including a great many teasing guesses as to what her "all-important" question might be, Louisa realized that it would have been a first rate faux pas on her part if she had asked the question. The answer seemed quite obvious to her now. Marty felt more lusty and free with Susannah, willing to force her to take his load of gooey come, because he had put Louisa on a pedestal. Louisa, according to Marty's brain, was too "decent" to take his load and swallow it. In that case, if he had answered her stupid question honestly, he would have had to say, in effect, "Susannah is a whore! Susannah is a perverted little sexual animal! I want to shoot off my come into her mouth and see her suffer the humiliation of swallowing it."
Cigarettes and drinks were passed around. Marty and Al mentioned a couple of things about the play, and Susannah's delicate fingers joined Marty's in Louisa's cunt for a sex-bath. Louisa moved her lips from side to side, enjoying the titillations. But her mind was still on Marty and his mind. She was trying to psychoanalyze him.
Louisa told herself that she would be very rational and logical. Previously, Marty had thought of her up on a pedestal. Yet he could hardly think of her in that regard anymore, not after having been so excited by watching another man fuck her into total ecstasy. No, she rationalized, Marty had changed. He could love her and be a considerate husband, but realize that both of them were human, that they were indeed sexual animals. More so than the average.
"Did it make you hot to watch Al fuck me?" she blurted out suddenly, hoping for a reaction.
"Did it what?" Marty gasped, appearing quite shocked. And then he realized that he must erase all the prudery that kept him so uptight for years. Of course, it had been sexy for him to watch her. Everything about his wife was more sexy now.
"Oh, come on, Marty!" Susannah joined m. "You act like an old stuffed shirt. If you're going to get me to suck you off again, you'll have to ease up a bit. If you're anywhere near normal, 'fuck' was one of the first words you ever learned. You probably saw it on the walls of a men's room when you first learned to spell."
"And just what the hell were you doing in a men's room when you were six or seven years old?" Al asked his wife with an amused smirk.
"A dirty old man lured me inside of one and made me . . . " Susannah, started, then burst out laughing as Al tickled her foot. "No, it was nothing so exciting, I'm afraid. My sister and I were playing in the park, and I just had to go! The girl's room was out of order, so after making sure there was no one in the men's side, she stood guard and watched out for anyone, while I went in and tinkled!"
"Susannah, darling," Louisa interrupted, changing the subject, "your fingers and Marty's feel wonderful in me, but I think it would be so much nicer if you went down and sucked ah of the mixed juices from my cunt. Really . . . I want your mouth. I'm in the mood for it."
"I'm flattered," Susannah said, shooing the men aside as Louisa sat up slightly and spread her legs so the girl could crawl between them. "That is . . . if Marty doesn't think we're perverted . . . "
Marty's eyes widened as he watched the naked Susannah squirm up between his wife's legs and begin to lick up inside her thighs. He felt his loins move, his penis jerk. The girl's long tongue lapped at Louisa's cunt-lips from an angle that allowed Marty full view.
"Beautiful thing to look at, isn't it?" Al asked from his stance on the other side of the bed. "I always thought I'd be jealous . . . but not so long as I can get in on the act. Now, let's see . . . after Susannah's had her taste of cream, shell probably lick Louisa up to a climax or so. Uh . . . I've been through this with them before . . . as you know."
"Yes, darlings," Louisa joined in, smiling rapturously and moving her lips in a slow and sensuous rhythm as Susannah eagerly worked at her pussy. "I'm certainly not going to want her to stop. But there's plenty of room for you boys. I do have a mouth, you know? And Susannah's ass looks deliciously vulnerable up there, doesn't it?"
The two men had to agree. As Susannah licked and lapped with loud sucking noises and sighs, her buttocks were raised, as she was on her knees in about the middle of the bed. Marty's eyes darted from Susannah's sexy and mobile ass to her mouth as it worked on Louisa's pussy, and then up to his wife's mouth. He noticed the hungry and lustful way she open, forming them into an "O" shape, then relaxing them.
"You're not going to beat me to that, Al!" Marty cried out. And in an instant, he was up on the bed, his knees straddling Louisa (his rear almost in Susannah's face) and his cock aimed straight for her mouth.
"Marty, darling," Louisa said, playing with the half-hard tool and lapping at the head once in a while, "I do want to suck you up hard. I want to feel it get completely hard inside my mouth. And then, I'm going to suck you, darling. I'll hold you right beneath the cheeks of your ass so it won't be hitting Susannah's face . . . and I'll do all the work. And.. . . Marty?"
"Yes . . . yes, yes!" he said breathlessly, expecting the question.
"Marty, I'm going to suck every drop of your come out and swallow it!" she announced firmly. "If you don't let me do that . . . I'll never let you fuck me again."
"Swallow it!" Marty responded, moving his hardening cock into her mouth. "You better swallow every drop of it! Suck it! Suck until my balls are emptied. That's what I want you to do, dammit!"
"That's getting in the spirit," Al remarked as he got up on the bottom of the bed on his knees and surveyed the globes of Susannah's ass, which moved slightly from side to side. "You know . . . I've always had a secret yearning to fuck Susannah in the ass. I would never have dared tried it before. But now that my inhibitions have been freed.. . . "
"You'll tear me open!" Susannah objected, pulling away from Louisa's cunt for a moment. "That huge cock of yours would tear me open!"
"Not if it's approached properly, my dear," Al said with a big grin. "And you might as well get rid of any ideas that you can talk me out of it. Marty? You do have some Vaseline or K-Y, don't you?"
"In the bathroom on the medicine shelf," Marty told him breathlessly, turning his head to be sure he would be able to get a look at what would be transpiring behind his back.
The wild gleam was still in his eyes when Al returned, and his cock was ramrod straight. First he approached the cheeks of Susannah's ass, very gently, pulling them apart and bathing the cleavage with his tongue, special attention to the sweet little hole. He could feel his wife move in response to each probe of his tongue. He knew that both girls were anal-erotic and would undoubtedly respond to ass-fucking.
Marty turned his head to observe Al grease up his hard cock profusely, and then apply a liberal amount of the lubricant to Susannah's asshole. He could not see her anus actually from his position, but little imagination was necessary.
"Ouch!" Susannah gurgled, her mouth full of Louisa's liquid cunt.
"It'll only hurt a bit," he promised. "I'll go easy . . . a little at a time."
Al pushed the head of his stiff prick until it pried open Susannah's pretty anus almost all the way. Then, quickly, he gave it a big, strong shove, but not a long one. Susannah moaned loudly, but the worst was over. The head of his cock was on the other side of the tight muscle that held the shaft of his cock so beautifully.
The in-and-out fucking motions were slow and short at first. With each stroke, he would try to gain just a fraction of an inch. He was more than pleased by Susannah's response, her pushing toward him, very slightly rotating her buttocks. And then it was into her, balls deep, and Al was in ecstasy. How glad he was that he had already had one orgasm that evening. Otherwise, he could certainly not survive the tight, wonderful feeling of her rectum for long.
As it was, everything seemed just right. Al was on his knees, fairly close to the foot of the bed, fucking his wife's ass. She, in turn, was leaning her upper body down so that she could suck and lick Louisa's tasty pussy. Louisa was half reclining, straddled by her husband at about her waist, and sucking his cock deliriously. Both Louisa and Al were able to reach down and play with one of Susannah's big tits. It was almost a perfect version of a multiple connected daisy chain, they all agreed later.
And then Louisa suggested one slightly new twist, after she had completed her third orgasm. She removed her hand from Susannah's tit and her mouth from Marty's cock, and said, "Susannah, dear, why don't you let me pull Marty's ass-cheeks apart so that you can alternate between my pussy and his asshole? I think he'd like that."
Louisa quickly engulfed her husband's pulsating prick with her lips again and reached around his hips to part the cheeks. Within seconds, Marty felt Susannah's long tongue begin to flit and lick wetly inside the cleavage, and search out the tight hole and force her tongue in as far as she could. She tensed her tongue and was able to achieve the feat of tongue-fucking him in his rectum.
"I'm going to blast off!" Al cried out when his sensitive cock could take no more of the delicious tightness of his wife's smooth rear entrance. "Sorry to . . . to break up the party . . . but. . . . Oh, God! I'm coming!"
Fortunately, Marty was at the stage where he knew that the very next probe of his asshole by Susannah, combined with Louisa's creative sucking and tonguing of his cock, would be all he could take. As for the girls, they were both in the mood for their final climaxes.
For almost a full minute, the room was filled with screams and cries of pure ecstasies. Marty had never felt such a forcefully satisfying ejaculation as when he discharged into Louisa's sucking mouth and let her continue to milk him dry. Marty found that his orgasm was extra powerful too because of the different act, the bald, bold sexiness of screwing his wife sodomistically.
As for the girls, their pleasures had been no less. Susannah always knew how sensitive her anus was, and learned for the first time that she was so sensitive there that Al's fucking her rectum could produce very nice orgasms, and for the final come, she concentrated both on her sensitive asshole and the pleasure of reaming Marty's ass and sucking Louisa's juicy cunt. Louisa, in turn, finally had a very terrifically strong orgasm as she was able to gulp down a very abundant load of her own husband's come, while enjoying the talented tongue of her lesbian lover.
Marty finally had to admit, as they dined at "21" that evening, how he had misled them concerning the decision on Al's play. He confessed that Armand Edwards thought the script was perfect, just like it was, and offered Marty two percent of the gross box office for publicity and promotion, in addition to the terms of his contract with Al.
Instead of being angry, Al, Susannah and Louisa were all quite elated. Marty had come out of his shell at last, and they looked forward to many more evenings together while the writer and his wife were in New York.
The show was a huge success, and the sexual foursomes seemed to improve with each session. But Al and Susannah had to return home for at least a few months. Marty said that he thought the show would still be running then. It was a disappointment to all, that they had to part, but one afternoon as Louisa was returning to the apartment from a shopping trip, she noticed a very tall, baldheaded gentleman saying goodbye to Marty at the front door. He was not a hkable looking person at all, she thought, so gaunt and rather "scary," the perfect typecast for an undertaker.
"Who in the world was your visitor?" Louisa asked after setting her packages down on the living-room carpet.
"Him?" Marty replied with a secret grin, after lighting up his pipe and pulling up his wife's skirt to see the pretty stockinged legs (something which he did often and impulsively since his "awakening"). "That was none other than Jacques duMont Verrier, the famous French playwright. I was finally able to sign him up for a play in English that will undoubtedly be one of my biggest hits yet. His English is terrible . . . so, I have a fifty percent deal with him for collaboration. And it's a property that Edwards or Hyman Krasnowitz will snap up immediately for top dollar!"
"Well," Louisa replied, taking off her coat and moving her crotch up to Marty's groin, "I hope you make a million, but right now I'm badly in need of some sex. I was so horny this afternoon, I felt an urge to grab the cock of the cute boy running the elevator at the department store. Let's do it, darling. Any way you say. I certainly do miss Al and Susannah."
"Don't worry about that," Marty told her, as they headed for the bedroom and began to undress. "Jacques duMont Verrier will be seeing a lot of us these next few months, and he's somewhat of a swinger in France. We should all get along famously in bed."
"Not-not that baldheaded gravedigger!" Louisa screamed, tossing away her panties and standing naked in front of her husband. "Oh, Marty, you wouldn't play a trick like that on me, would you?"
"He can't be all that bad," Marty said, winking at her as they crawled in bed to embrace. "And besides, his wife is the cutest little eighteen-year-old French model you've ever seen-redhead, lovely body, oversexed . . . "
"All right, Marty, just make love to me now, will you?"
