Not destructively discontented ... Jason was not the type to consider the services of a psychologist or a shrink, but he was feeling something he had seldom felt before ... lost, uncertain, confused.
Jason took another sip of his drink and looked up at the evening stars. The cool summer night was quiet and serene, the air fresh with the myriad smells of the season. Carla was in the kitchen doing the dishes, and Jason could hear her humming, content and happy, as if nothing unusual had happened that afternoon.
And maybe nothing unusual had happened for Carla. They all said that she had changed with her marriage to Jason, ten years ago, and she seldom, if ever, talked about her life before their nuptials. Whenever Jason asked his wife about her life and loves before they met, she just shrugged and cleverly changed the subject.
Jason looked at the stars, shining like beacons in the clear summer skies, and he wondered what might have happened, what he might have become, if the path of his life had taken a different turn. He longed to know those things which lie beyond the boundaries of his comfortable existence. He felt a distinct ache, and it was the first time in ten years that he had not been pleased with his pleasant, structured, secure lifestyle.
Jason had been a fighter pilot in the United States Air Force when he met Carla, eleven years ago. They had been introduced at a party in Washington, D.C. by the coy, scheming hostess, who just knew a perfect pair when she saw one.
Carla had been a model, a very highly-paid model, much in demand. She was a luscious woman, young, fresh and very beautiful. Her tawny brown hair hung long, cascading over bare shoulders that were brown from many shooting assignments in the sun. Her face was sculpted by the gods-perfect, incredibly lovely. When she smiled at Jason that first time, he knew that he had to have her.
Her body was flawless. Firm, proud breasts swelled deliriously above her low-cut evening gown. Her narrow waist dipped in and then curved outward to form smooth hips and down into long, perfect legs. She talked only briefly with Jason that initial meeting, barely getting to know him, and she smiled and turned and walked away. He watched, thoroughly enticed, as her buttocks rolled in her tight dress, one cheek thrusting out as she stepped, then rolling as the other pushed out, and Jason realized that he had an erection.
He just couldn't let her get away ... and he didn't. They left the party together and went to Jason's hotel room and made slow, sweet love through the night. It was the beginning of a courtship that would last almost a year and a marriage that would survive for ten, until, on that summer evening, Jason wondered if he had done the right thing.
Carla was excited by Jason's thrilling life as a pilot, and everyone thought he had a promising career in the Air Force. He was going to try out as a test pilot and join the top ranks of his field, but, after meeting Carla, events just didn't go that way. She made such a difference. He was helplessly in love with her, and the dangers and challenges that never fazed him in the past looked different now.
So Jason left the Air Force, bought a house at Diamond Harbor, took a job behind a desk as an aerodynamics engineer for a huge corporation that offered a lot of advancement for eager young executives, became a community leader and settled down to a secure life with his new bride.
Everything had been so simple ... until that day when that one incident had turned his thoughts around, had drastically altered the organized state of his mind. Now, for the first time in his life, he was totally confused. He didn't really know how to handle his emotions.
It had been a totally ordinary Saturday afternoon. Ted and Paula Carter, friends and neighbors, had come to the Hamiltons' home for barbecued steaks and beer out in the sun. They swam in the pool and ate salad and steak and drank gallons of beer. It had all been so pleasant and conventional, until....
Jason had been standing in his kitchen, cleaning the grill over the sink, when he looked out the window and saw Ted Carter walk over to Carla and stare down at her magnificent body, a hard-on sprouting in Ted's briefs.
At" thirty, Carla looked as lovely and desirable as she had over a decade ago when Jason met her. She exercised regularly and kept her body in trim and sexy. She was a sun worshipper and her favorite pastime on a quiet afternoon was to lie in the rays of Old Sol, read a romantic novel and then masturbate to release some of her pent-up passions.
Jason couldn't blame Ted for reacting to Carla's body, but he had to admit to himself that he felt a pang of jealousy ... and that pang was about to grow into a monster!
Ted and Carla talked for a while and then Jason saw his friend ask something and his wife gave a little nod. Ted took off his bathing suit and let his swollen, throbbing cock out! My God! And Carla reached down and pulled off her own bikini bottom. She then held up her arms for Ted, offering herself to him, and he mounted her, right there on the lounge chair. Carla opened her legs and cunt for him and his long, hard cock was gliding smoothly into Jason Hamilton's lovely mate's hole!
Jason was in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ted Carter was on top of his wife, fucking her! And Carla was responding, meeting Ted's strokes, rising and falling with him, expertly using her body to give him a good screw. And what was really amazing was the fact that this was no "first-time fuck," no ... this was an act of sex between two people who knew each other intimately. There was no testing, no feeling out, no exploring. Ted fucked Carla with intent, purpose and intimate knowledge from the opening glide.
Jason couldn't move. He just stood and watched and then he had done something that would later shock and embarrass him ... he unzipped his own trunks, whipped out his cock and began masturbating.
Jason could hardly control his lust. He wanted to, for some reason, time his own release to match that of Ted's. But after the first few strokes, he felt the cum balloon and begin to rise in his shaft and he had to stop jerking, then rub very softly to postpone the gushing of his wad to match that of his neighbor's.
Carla had two orgasms underneath Ted, both of which were powerful enough to make her call out her joy and clutch at Ted's back. Finally, Ted gave one last, deep thrust into Carla's body and held, and Jason saw his buttocks quiver as he shot his load inside her. Now, Jason could come also and he pushed his hips out and blew his jizz into the kitchen sink.
Jason sat on his patio and remembered it all very vividly. They had made it right here, on this lounge chair that Jason was now resting in.
He had been furious at first, wanting to go out and tear Ted's balls off and shove them down his throat. But he had cooled off as quickly as he had flared up, and then felt only remorse. When he looked up, he saw Carla walking towards the house and he quickly washed his sperm down the drain so she wouldn't find his evidence of shared passion, and he then acted like he had seen nothing.
But all this wasn't bad enough. Then there had been the phone call from Carla's old roommate, inviting her to spend the following weekend at her apartment in Las Vegas ... and Carla had accepted the offer with joy, and without even giving it a second thought. Now she would be leaving Jason for three days and God only knew what she would be doing in Vegas.
Jason would have a week to get used to the idea. He would try to convince himself that Carla was only going to visit with an old chum, and it would all be very innocent, nothing more than two girlfriends getting together for a reunion.
But Jason just couldn't shake the gripping feeling of discontent. When Carla joined him on the patio and put her fingers in his lap, suggestively, he found that he had absolutely no desire for her. He couldn't imagine taking a piece of ass from this whore ... this slut, who was letting the neighbors mount her at their whims.
Jason went to bed early, leaving Carla to watch the late movie by herself. But he couldn't sleep, and lay awake for a long time. Soon, he heard the unmistakable sound of his wife masturbating herself on the couch.
Let the bitch jack-off! he told himself. I'll be damned if I'm going to touch her!
For every man whose life takes a wrong turn, there is a Guardian of Fate. Jason Hamilton was soon going to meet his personal sentinel in the guise of an enchantress.
Paula Carter was becoming very excited watching her husband, Ted, and her neighbor, Jason, moving around poolside in their brief swimsuits. Their male bodies looked so good, browned from the summer sun and toned from regular exercise. Paula was getting hot.
She and her husband were spending a Saturday afternoon at Jason's house. They loved to swim in the Hamiltons' pool and have lunch on the spacious patio. Carla Hamilton was out of town for the weekend so, like any good neighbors, the Carters came over to give Jason some company. Jason put some ribs on and tapped a keg of beer while Paula fixed a salad. They all ate and swam and laughed the afternoon away.
But Paula noticed that Jason was a bit quieter than usual, a bit slower in his laughter. She figured that he was concerned about Carla.
In the early evening, when the weather began to cool down, they moved their little party inside. None of them bothered getting dressed, and this did nothing to alleviate Paula's desire. By this time there was only one thing on her mind ... sex! Watching the two beautiful hunks all afternoon had almost been too much for her.
Finally, Paula Carter could take no more, and excused herself to go to the Hamiltons' bathroom and take a hot shower ... to warm herself up, she told the two men ... she was feeling a bit chilly.
It wasn't warming up that Paula needed, but cooling off, and she accomplished this by fingering herself through three rapid-fire orgasms. Afterwards, she quickly rinsed off and stepped from the shower stall to find Ted standing there, waiting. His trunks were in a pile at his feet and his cock was stiff and ready for her. Paula moaned and grabbed her husband's meat and pulled it to her. She smiled from ear to ear as she guided him, his prick sliding deeply into her.
Ted pushed his wife against the tiled wall and took her standing up in the Hamiltons' bathroom. He was sure that Jason could hear them, because Paula was moaning so loudly as her bare ass pounded against the tiles in the rhythm of their screwing.
It didn't take them long. Paula soon felt Ted shudder in her arms and cling to her, his cock coming alive in her box and spitting its hot wad into her depths. The juice trickled down her tanned thighs and Ted left a trail of cum on her bush as he pulled out of her, his cock discharging one last, delicious spurt.
When they were finished, Ted took a quick shower to rinse off and Paula went out to find Jason taking a late swim. They figured he probably hadn't heard them after all ... but he had.
His friends went home early, and Jason was glad they were gone. The nerve! Going into his bathroom and rutting like animals ... all that Ted Carter thought about was balling! And Paula ... that slut! Sure, she was very attractive with her light brown hair and great bod and hazel eyes and full lips and sweet, bouncy tits and ass ... but she was so readable! All afternoon, she had been staring at Jason's and Ted's crotches, and drooling and licking her lips, and it was so obvious what she wanted. She was a nympho!
And her husband was a satyr!
They were both shameless....
Little did Jason Hamilton realize that he was about to be launched on a series of adventures that would make the Carters' playful antics look like Sunday school tricks.
Dominique St. Armanda gave Carla a towel so she could dry off her body after her bath. The brown-haired beauty thanked her friend with a smile as she stepped from the huge, sunken bath.
Not very often could you find a pair of more beautiful women. Dominique was a world-famous model who had bought and designed her own modeling agency. She specialized in lush women, not the skinny ladies you see in the dress commercials, but full-bodied, gorgeous women who were perfect for bathing suit ads, underwear commercials, and a few specialties, like films and photographs for magazines.
When Carla had retired from her career to marry Jason, Dominique went on to become rich and famous in her glamorous industry. She built a reputation for herself as the queen of vivacious models.
The two girls hadn't seen each other for over ten years. When they had separated, Carla moved east to make her home at Diamond Harbor and she corresponded on occasion with Dominique, chatting twice with her on the phone. But the two friends never seemed to be able to get together for a visit.
Now Carla was spending the weekend at Dominique's penthouse apartment in Las Vegas, at the model's invitation, and this reunion was long overdue.
As Carla dried her lush body, she heard Dominique's telephone ring and she smiled to herself. She knew whom it would be.
Right on time. Nine o'clock in Las Vegas and midnight at Diamond Harbor, and Jason calling right on the mark. Dominique brought the receiver to Carla in the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Dominique looked in on her friend, hoping she was trying to talk Jason into their plans. But Carla was busy doing something else at the moment. She was lying on the fuzzy bathroom rug, totally nude, the phone receiver propped up by her ear. Her hands were between her spread thighs, working like crazy on her cunt, masturbating. Her sweet butt was rising and falling with the same tempo as a hot fuck, and she was obviously screwing her husband long-distance.
Sure enough, on the other end of the line, Jason was also naked and lying on the bed. His receiver was propped by his ear and his buttocks were pumping like crazy on the soft mattress as he fucked into his fist and dreamed that it was Carla's juicy pussy. She whispered into the phone, talking him through his sex with her, and he gasped and talked back.
Jason was saying things that he had never said to his wife before ... dirty, obscene things. He was letting go. He hadn't had an orgasm in a week, ever since the one into the kitchen sink while watching Carla and Ted fuck. He just didn't want sex that week and he had turned Carla down night after night. Now, their separation was doing them some good, Jason had to admit, and this, along with all he had seen and heard the Carters doing that evening made Jason very horny and set for some action, even if it was just person-to-person phone sex with his wife.
Carla was using all the love-talk she did when they were together having sex. She loved to gasp and talk dirty while fucking, and she was a master at it.
"I want you inside of me, darling. I want to feel your big cock stroking in and out of my pussy ... deep ... deeper ... so good! I want to feel it swell in me and grow and need to possess me. I want to take you and want you to use me! I want you to fuck me, darling. Fuck me!"
Jason was responding. And, more than that, he was talking back to her. He never spoke or called out his feelings during love, but tonight he was matching his wife's dirty patter, word for word.
"Yes, Carla ... I'll fuck you! I'll shove my dick into that sweet hole of yours until you cry for me to let up ... and then I'll just poke it to you some more. No mercy! I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!"
In only a few moments, Jason's body stiffened and arched on the bed. He felt the semen balloon up in his swelling dick fast, and there was hardly any build-up. The pressure was too great from his abstinence, and his cum quickly gushed up and shot out of the expanding tip of his cock, the hot love-juice splashing on the wall.
Carla heard her husband moan on the other end of the line and she was a bit surprised. So soon? she wondered inwardly. He usually enjoyed his sex longer. Poor darling, he really must have been horny.
Carla moved her fingers expertly to join her husband's moment of release, quickly bringing her body to a shuddering climax.
When it was over and the last sensations of coming were done and the two long-distance lovers were deliciously spent, Carla made her proposition.
Dominique listened intently on the other side of the bathroom door, hoping Jason would go for their idea.
"Dominique has asked me to stay with her longer, darling," said Carla, "and she wants you to come and join us. Oh, honey ... I'm having such a good time! You have some vacation time built up ... can't you call your boss and tell him that you're taking a couple of weeks off? Please? And come here and join us. It'll do both of us so much good."
"Well ... I could use a vacation."
"Absolutely! You've been under an awful lot of pressure lately."
"And I do have it coming to me...."
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll see if I can get the time off."
"YIPEEEEE!!!"
Dominique heard Carla's cry of jubilation and she grinned and thanked the goddesses.
It was all settled so fast that it made Jason's head spin. His boss had been totally understanding, even in agreement that Jason needed a vacation. It had been two and a half years since he had taken any time off, and that was sick time. Jason could use a break.
He sat in the comfortable seat of the jet as it winged its way toward Nevada, and he accepted his second martini from the pretty stewardess. He smiled and felt good. In one week, he had gone from a deeply de pressed mood to one of joy and excitement. Jason wasn't a moody man. He seldom became emotional. Deep inside, he sensed that he was on the verge of a change.
Something else told him that he was on the brink of an adventure. If only he knew....
CHAPTER TWO
Dominique St. Armanda was one of the most beautiful women Jason had ever seen. She exuded charm, elegance, sex. She was like a goddess ... too beautiful to be real. She was just so lovely that looking at her took Jason's breath away.
She was tall-like most models-but she had the lush body of a porno starlet. Full, proud breasts and a slim waist. Round, rolling ass. Long legs that formed a vee in the skintight designer jeans she wore that held the promise of ecstasy.
Her blonde hair hung to her shoulders and framed a face of perfect, flawless beauty. Her eyes were an intense blue and sparkled continuously with lusty glee.
Dominique took Jason and Carla to her favorite restaurant for dinner. Everyone knew her and gave the trio outstanding service.
All the men in the place looked at Jason with obvious envy. How could one guy be accompanied by a pair of perfect females? Some bastards have all the luck!
Jason felt like a million bucks. His mood was totally different from that of a week ago, when he had been sullen and depressed. He needed this vacation, a change in things for a while, and what better way to go than with two gorgeous women.
The two ladies talked and laughed with Jason, and it was certain that they had a lot in common. Carla looked so young and alive and happy. He was glad that his wife was enjoying herself so much.
Jason took right to Dominique. She was warm and friendly, the perfect hostess. She treated Jason like a long-lost brother ... she couldn't have been sweeter.
Carla was glad that her husband and friend were hitting it off so well. She loved both of them so very much and the idea of taking a vacation with the two of them made her ecstatic.
Dominique was a lot different from their friends back home ... more elegant and bolder. She was like the people whom Jason had wanted to escape from when they moved their home to Diamond Harbor. Carla had been somewhat afraid that Jason and Dominique wouldn't get along very well, but now that silly fear was fully alleviated.
After dinner, they returned to Dominique's apartment. Jason loved the penthouse, where the view was terrific and the lights of the city below were magnificent.
Jason stood on the terrace, still in his tie and dinner jacket, looking out over the incredible sights of Las Vegas. He heard someone come outside behind him and turned to see Dominique as she slipped off her slinky evening dress. She wore nothing underneath, and stood deliberately for a moment to let Jason's eyes drink in her fabulous body. Then she kicked off her high heels and dove into her terrace pool. She surfaced and swam smoothly as Jason stared at her nude body as it glistened in the moonlight.
Carla came out wearing her tiniest bikini, leaving Jason the only one still dressed. He looked at his wife and her great body, and Carla giggled when she saw the bulge in her husband's trousers.
"Why don't you take those off and join us, darling?" suggested Carla. "You look awfully uncomfortable."
Jason moved to go inside and put on his bathing suit, but his wife held out her hand and stopped him. "Don't be a prude, dear. We can be very informal here." And with that remark, Carla Hamilton gracefully stripped off her skimpy bikini.
"Jesus Christ," said Jason as he watched his wife's bare charms move across the terrace and in to the water. He hastily removed his own clothes-not in the graceful manner that the girls had unwrapped in, but in a hurry and clumsily. The warm air felt great on his skin and he reacted even more. By the time he stripped off his briefs, his manhood was hard, throbbing, drooling and extremely ready.
Dominique was resting against the side of the pool, intently watching Jason get naked. When his big cock sprang free, her eyes went wide and she gave a little gasp. "My ... you are a fine man!"
Dominique rose smoothly from the water and sat on the pool's edge. Her wet body sparkled in the lights of the neon and the moon. "You need some attention," she said to Jason. "I'd like to see you and Carla in action ... let me watch you make love. I want to see what you can do with that mighty tool of yours."
Carla swiftly climbed from the pool and padded over to her naked husband. She threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately, her body pressing against his. She reached down and gave his dick a few good pulls. Then, not releasing his dong but using it like a handle, she laid down on the tiles and pulled her husband on top of her. She spread her perfectly-formed legs and captured her husband between them. Then, her rump rose and her hole opened and he slid easily between her nether lips and deep into her hot, juicy, wet depths.
Nothing else in the world mattered to Jason Hamilton right then except his wife and her body and his enjoyment of her. He couldn't have cared less if Dominique was only a few feet away, admiring every stroke and glide he administered.
The blonde watched Jason take his wife, and it looked so good. They did it so well, like only a couple who have known one another for years can. Jason was a great lover, fucking his mate with enthusiasm and lust. His butt rose and fell, twirled and ground, pumped, bucked and drove his long, thick meat in and out of Carla's pussy.
"Magnificent," said Dominique under her breath. "He is magnificent!"
It didn't take long. It was a fast fuck, solely to take the edge off the two lovers and put on a show for their lovely hostess. Carla gasped and cried out as her body spasmed and she climaxed on her husband's plunging porker. She clutched at his ass and held him all the way inside of her while she had her orgasm.
Jason was right behind his wife with his own completion. With only two more powerful thrusts, he began to shoot. But something made him do it differently, just knowing that Dominique was watching. At the crucial moment of climax, when all his senses should have been concentrating on the myriad sensations of his gushing bliss-Jason automatically pulled out of his wife's twat and let Dominique see his triumph in the form of a white stream that spit from the throbbing tip of his dick and flew all the way over Carla's body to splash hotly on her face.
"Fantastic!" cried Dominique and she applauded Jason's performance. "You two are incredible!"
Jason looked into his wife's eyes, and she smiled up at him. Her head rose and she kissed him deeply. He felt the cooling sperm on her cheeks and his mind reeled.
He couldn't believe what he had just done!
The next morning, Dominique had to go to work, so Jason and Carla went out on the town together. They spent the whole day visiting all the casinos, gambling and doing some shopping for a few items they might need during the next two weeks.
They returned to the penthouse late that afternoon. Dominique had been back, but left a note that said she would not be home until later. She suggested they take in a stage show and enjoy themselves ... she was sorry.
So Jason and his wife went to dinner and took in a show, thoroughly enjoying their evening together. It was after midnight when they returned to the apartment for the second time.
Jason took a long, hot shower and then wrapped a towel around himself and went out on the terrace to look at his favorite view. He walked out and found Dominique lying on a massage table. She was on her belly, naked again, and her lovely, swelling ass cheeks presented a fantastic sight to Jason. She was clutching her blonde hair with one hand and the other was beneath her body. She was moaning and sobbing and her sweet derriere was pumping like a piston. Soon she gave out a little laugh and her luscious buttocks quivered as she climaxed.
Dominique's eyes focused after a while and she saw Jason standing there, watching her. She motioned him over and asked if he would give her a massage. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, his arousal very evident as it formed a tent out of his towel.
Jason walked over to her and began to rub her back. She sighed and purred and told him to go lower, and his hands went down to play with the delectable mounds of her rear end..
Jason's cock jerked under the towel as he felt the pliant, smooth globes of Dominique's bottom, and she gave a little purring sound as she reached over and rubbed his dick through the material of the towel.
Then Jason gasped as she quickly pulled the towel away and his manhood sprang into her view. She tossed the towel aside and immediately reached for the prong.
"Such a beautiful tool," she said. "I must stroke it."
Dominique lightly touched the fleshy spear and a drop of clear fluid oozed from the hole in the tip. Jason shuddered. Dominique used the fluid like oil to make her hand glide smoothly up and down on his shaft. He caught his breath as she looked up at him and licked the ooze off her palm. He knew what she was going to do next.
In one graceful motion, Dominique dipped her head and captured Jason's manhood between her lips. Her tongue began to work and she blew him expertly.
In a moment, the cock swelled in Dominique's mouth and she pulled her lips off of it. "I feel it filling with your seed," she said. "I must have your sperm."
She reached out again and her hand quickly masturbated him. Jason gasped and stiffened and she suddenly let go of him and cupped her hands, catching the first hot spurt of his lust. He reached down and jacked his own cock through his climax, his copious load of sticky juice pumping out into her palms.
Carla walked out just in time to see Jason's muscular butt shiver as he unleashed his load into Dominique's hands. Was this her husband!? Her prudish mate!?
Dominique caught all the jism in her palms. When Jason's cock stopped shooting, she rolled over and poured his lusty juice over her breasts and belly and began to rub it in like lotion.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... there's no better cream for the skin."
Carla laughed out loud and rushed over, kissing her husband full on the lips.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day, Dominique had to work again and Jason and Carla had the penthouse to themselves. They spent the morning relaxing, swimming and soaking up the sun on the terrace. They went to lunch at noon and then passed the afternoon gambling. They made a tour of the fantastic casinos, threw away a lot of money, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
They dined in a very elegant bistro for dinner, then took in two stage shows. It was a long, wonderful day and they both returned home late, happy and exhausted.
Dominique was very tired after her long day, but she had caught up on her work and didn't have to return until the following Monday. She promised her friends that, starting the next day, she would entertain them properly.
Carla and Dominique made plans to go shopping the following morning. They would be getting up early, so they both decided to hit the sack.
Before they went to bed, they went into Dominique's private library and found some reading material. She had an extensive collection of erotica, and they didn't have any trouble finding a juicy book to accompany them to their beds.
Both girls read their books in bed and, at the same time, spread their legs and began to finger-fuck themselves. Dominique and Carla did stereo masturbation as they devoured the stimulating passages in their books. In her bed, Dominique opened her legs and worked her hand furiously on her hot cunt. Carla rolled onto her belly and her luscious mounds rose and fell as she screwed her own twat on her probing fingers.
Simultaneously, the two ladies cried out and climaxed.
Then they both rolled over, placed their books down, turned out their lights and, with content smiles on their lips, went to sleep.
The next morning, the girls got up and left early to shop.
Jason woke at his leisure and the first thing he thought about was Dominique's delectable body, and he instantly became aroused.
Carla and Dominique were the two most desirable women he had ever known. They were both his ... he had them here and now. It was like a fantasy ... too rich and incredible to be real.
Jason tossed the sheet off of his naked body. His penis was hard and throbbing. He was overpowered by a new lust like he had never felt before. He had been fucked and sucked and jerked-off since he began his vacation, shooting one load of joy after another, and still his cock cried for more attention.
Jason looked down past the firm muscles of his belly at his erect organ, and he grinned. He was like a new man! A powerful man!
Jason reached down and lightly touched his cock. It looked different ... bigger, thicker, juicier than it ever had before. It was like he was discovering his manhood for the first time.
Jason gently grasped his mighty prick and gave it an experimental stroke. He gasped. It felt so good ... he had to give it a few more rubs, and then, oh ... he just had to.
"Oh ... I must!" he cried aloud.
His hand wrapped around his cock and he began to jerk it. He settled back against the soft, silk pillows and his hand began a slow, rhythmical stroking, and he sighed.
In a few moments, he rolled over and his hips pumped and his organ slid back and forth in his palm and he fantasized that he was fucking Dominique. He wanted her ... she was a goddess ... and he called out loud as he literally soaked the pillow with his passionate spray.
He lay in the bed for a long while afterwards, completely listless and spent for the moment. He held his softening cock in his hand and let it ooze out the rest of its nectar.
Finally, he roused himself, got up and made a pot of coffee.
Dominique drove Carla out of town and into the desert to a place she called The Ranch. It was a large resort that announced on its gate that it was for "Adults Only," and it was heavily guarded. Dominique was well-known there, also, and she and Carla were given the royal treatment.
Dominique showed Carla all around the facilities. The place was very posh and had everything. Beautiful, spacious rooms, a-lovely dining room, full-service staff, a huge pool, rec room, nightclub, bar, outdoor cafe and more.
Carla loved the resort, but there was one thing that she didn't understand. She was about to ask Dominique why it was for adults only when her question was answered in a most visual manner. A beautiful redhead in a one-piece bathing suit was delivering a drink to a man on a lounge chair by the pool. He was wearing very tight briefs and, as the lovely girl brought his drink over, his pecker began to swell very quickly. The man talked with the girl for a moment and then she smiled broadly at him and took off her bathing suit, revealing her fabulous body to everyone around. The man pushed off his tiny bathing suit and exposed a large, hard organ. Carla caught her breath as she watched the girl turn around and the man spread her sexy ass cheeks apart, pulling her down on top of him. His cock plunged up into her butt hole and they began fucking like that, right out there in the open.
As Carla watched the girl bouncing on the man's lap, his dick sliding in and out of her rectum, Dominique began to laugh. "Carla, my darling ... the expression on your face! This is a pleasure ranch!"
Carla looked around. Sure enough, beautiful girls in bathing suits were everywhere. Then the curious, tawny-haired beauty noticed that a few of the ladies were completely naked! The guests, men and women a-like, lounged and romped and enjoyed the young girls whenever and however they pleased.
Carla looked back at the man who was screwing the girl up her ass just in time to see him shudder and pull her roughly down onto him, bury his full length deep between her flushed buns and hold. He kept his dick stuffed in her shit chute for long moments and, when he had finally finished, pulled out and laid back on the lounger, spent and happy. The girl calmly stood up and went back to her work.
"Goddess!" said Carla. "We sure don't have anything like this back home!"
That evening, Carla told her husband all about The Ranch.
"Sounds interesting," he said. "Dominique is taking us there ... all expenses paid! She insists on treating us!"
"Sounds like fun ... do you think we should ... I mean, all the sex and...?"
"Of course, darling," said Carla. "Don't be such a prude." And that was that.
Later that evening, Dominique had her friends sitting in her living room and was about to show them a film. She said it was something they had to see.
It was an eight-millimeter loop, in color and very short. Carla and Jason watched the screen while Dominique ran the projector.
The film opened with a shot of a very, very beautiful young blonde walking onto a patio. The girl was wearing only a very tiny bikini, and it took her but seconds to remove that. She had a flawless body, glowing with youth and energy. Her breasts were firm globes that stood out proudly, tipped with pink nipples that were very long and looked like they were perpetually hard and aroused. Her waist was narrow and flared over smooth hips and down into long, lovely legs. Her trim patch of pubic hair was as blonde as her long tresses, and her little cunt looked tight, juicy and thoroughly enjoyable.
The naked nymph walked over to a round patio table and there lay two twin dildos. The rubber cocks were long and narrow, made to glide into a woman deep and fast. The blonde picked up one of the artificial dongs and parted her legs a bit, easily inserting it into her sex. She pushed the phony dick all the way up her love hole until only its very end was visible between her coral lips.
The girl had a look of sincere pleasure on her pretty face. She crouched slightly, squatting, and then an amazing thing happened ... the dildo began to move in and out of the girl's pussy all by itself. She didn't use her hands to masturbate it in herself, but only the powerful muscles of her vagina.
"My God!" said Jason. "She's incredible!"
"She looks so natural," said Carla. "And she really looks like she's enjoying it."
"She is," said Dominique.
In a moment the blonde beauty stopped moving the ersatz cock and stood up, careful to keep the dick deeply in place. She took the other dildo off the table and turned around, giving the camera a great shot of her fantastic ass. She had smooth, delectable twin cheeks of butt-flesh. They were round and looked as firm as her tits. They jiggled nicely when she moved.
She promptly reached back and spread her delicious domes with her hands and then held them apart with her left hand, inserting a second dildo into her backside, with the right one. Her asshole hungrily took the full length of the long penis. When she let go of her cheeks, they closed on their prize and it disappeared totally from view.
Then another amazing thing happened. From between the mounds, the end of the dildo appeared and slid smoothly out, almost to the point of dropping. And then, just as easily, the rubber cock was sucked back in, gobbled up and disappearing inside of her again.
"Jesus...." said Jason.
The blonde crouched and put her hands on her thighs, automatically moving the cock in and out of her ass for a while. She looked over her shoulder and there was a big smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.
This was some girl!
She slowly turned and let the camera record the double action ... one rubber dong sliding in and out of her twat and the other moving between her buns. The girl stood proudly, displaying her cuntal and anal talents, breasts pushed out in front of her, jiggling as she worked her body, and she looked into the camera and licked her lips and smiled. The film ended.
"Jesus ... " said Jason again.
The lights came on and Dominique began to rewind the film.
"I ... I ... really don't understand what's come over me lately," said Jason. "I'm so turned-on. I feel ... always horny...."
"Of course," said Dominique. "I'm gently introducing you to total sexual experience. I want your vacation with me to be ultimately sexual."
"It has been," said Jason.
"No, darling ... I'm only warming you up."
"Why did you want us to see that film?" asked Carla.
"The girl's name is Spring Savage," said Dominique. "She is a young, sexual tigress. Few girls have her desires, beauty and natural charm ... to say nothing of her talents."
"What about her?" asked Jason.
"I just wanted you to see her, Jason ... and remember her...." That was all Dominique would say.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mark Savage watched his cousin come out of the water and he grinned. She was certainly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, twenty years old and full of incredible knowledge about sex. She was a natural-born piece.
Mark and Spring had been at The Ranch for a couple of hours now, and were thoroughly enjoying it, as usual. They had received a strange phone call from Dominique St. Armanda the previous day, telling them that all their expenses would be taken care of if they would spend a few days at The Ranch. Mark couldn't turn down a deal like that, so he called Spring and they immediately packed their things.
Mark was sunbathing in a lounge chair next to the pool, watching his gorgeous cousin swim. His cock was getting hard.
Spring Savage looked over just in time to see her cousin's dick pop up above the top of his briefs and drool with obvious need and readiness. The sexy young blonde gave a little squeal and ran over to him.
She dropped down onto her haunches and pulled the bathing suit off of her cousin's spear and took it in her hand. Mark looked down and had a nice view of Spring's luscious tits inside her low-cut bathing suit, and her ass looked great as it pressed against the tight fabric of her panties. He reached down and played with her cute bottom, slipping his hand into her suit and feeling her warm crack.
Spring stroked the huge organ in her hand a couple of times and then dipped her face and popped the slab of male meat into her wet, hot mouth.
Jason loved The Ranch as soon as he saw it. Dominique and Carla led him around, trying to show him everything at once.
His eyes caught sight of a couple at poolside. The man was lying prone in a lounge chair and had his bathing suit pushed below his balls. Avery beautiful blonde with a fantastic body was blowing him enthusiastically. Jason couldn't see the girl's face. Her hair was draped over it and on the man's legs. Her features were also hidden by the big dick that was wetly sliding in and out of her hotly-working mouth.
Jason noticed the man for the first time; he was also a remarkable specimen. He had a very handsome face, now contorted with the pleasure he was experiencing. His skin was deeply tanned, darker than anyone's Jason had ever seen before, almost bronze. He had massive muscles, well-proportioned, with the superb body of a master gymnast.
The man's hips rose and fell as he fucked the girl between her lips. Suddenly, while Jason watched, the man cried out softly and made a desperate grab for the girl's head and shuddered violently. The girl's smooth throat began to contract as she swallowed, and swallowed and swallowed ... It lasted for long moments and Jason was afraid the girl would choke. The muscular male finally finished discharging his hot load in the girl's mouth and she gave it a few more glides between her lips. Just as she was going to pull off and reveal her features, Jason was distracted by something Dominique was saying, and he turned away.
Carla was looking at the same couple. She watched Spring pull her face off Mark's cock and smile at him. Carla said, almost to herself, "Goddesses ... didn't miss a single drop! She swallowed every bit of it...."
Dominique made the decision that it was about time they got into the action. She took them to their rooms where they could change into their bathing suits.
Once in their room, Jason and Carla quickly stripped.
The magic was still working on Jason. He looked down at his dick and it was as big and stiff as ever, throbbing and drooling with lust. This was turning into the most incredible experience he had ever had.
The combination of the girls, Las Vegas night life, The Ranch and his new-found sexuality was almost too much for him. His head swam and he felt a new confusion with it all.
The past four days had been the ultimate. Dominique was the most sensual creature Jason had ever known, and she seemed to be purposefully turning all her exotic charms loose on him. She wasn't teasing, or letting herself completely go, either. She seemed to be building towards something ... creating a mood that would be virtually impossible for Jason to escape.
And what he had just witnessed down by the pool ... and all the girls displaying their charms along with the fact that they could be had, combined to arouse him even more than he had been in the past few days.
Jason's porker was hard and throbbing. He looked down at it and groaned. It wouldn't go down! There was absolutely no way he could get his briefs on over it.
Carla heard her husband moan. When she saw his erection, she gently reached over and touched it, making it quiver in her fingers. "Oh-oh...." she said.
Jason strained and desperately choked back the rising cum. He wanted to save his load ... hold it for later. He pulled away from his wife's grasp and stepped back.
"Oh!" he gasped. "I shouldn't let her get to me like this ... I'm so excited! I can't get my bathing suit on!"
"Leave it off," said Carla. "Just take it with you and go find a girl to relieve yourself in. I don't mind ... that's why we came here. And Dominique has paid for all the pleasure we want."
"I ... I don't know if I can go down there like this ... I'm not ready for that yet...."
"Oh ... go ahead! It's okay. Nudity is fine here. Just go and find a pretty girl and, well ... you know."
Jason was confused and, not thinking, automatically reached down and touched himself. He gasped. "Oh!" He stroked himself a few times. "Ah-AH! I ... I can't hold it ... here ... HERE IT COMES! OHHH!"
Carla watched her husband shudder and release his passion. "Oh, well...." she said.
"Oh ... yes!" called Jason, in disappointment and pleasure as he quickly rubbed until all the juice was out.
When he was done, he actually blushed in front of his wife. "I ... I don't know what's gotten into me ... I can't seem to control myself. There's so much ... lust ... maybe I should see a doctor, or something...."
"Don't be silly, darling. There's no problem. You're just relaxed and feeling good. Your body is letting you know what it needs, that's all. It's perfectly natural."
"But I'm so excited ... constantly! It doesn't seem right."
"Don't worry about it, lover. Now pull those up and let's go down to the pool."
Jason put his swimming briefs in place and followed his wife out of the room.
Dominique was already down by the pool, talking with the handsome couple they had watched earlier.
Dominique saw her friends walk out and she motioned to them and called out. "There's some people I want you to meet," she said when Carla and Jason had joined her. "This is Mark and Spring Savage."
Jason grasped Mark's hand and then saw the blonde's face for the first time. He gasped out loud.
"She's the girl in the film!"
"Hi," said Spring with a very sexy smile, similar to the one she showed to the camera in the movie.
Poor Jason. His cock began to respond and grow again.
Mark and Spring Savage were an amazing couple. Made filthy rich by an inheritance, they were now sexual adventurers, devoting their time to traveling the world in search of erotic pleasure. They had hundreds of sensual experiences. Mark proudly told Jason that he had known countless beautiful girls, and had love and sex with all of them. He literally had thousands of conquests.
As Mark talked, Jason listened. But his mind was on other things ... three things that were lying on bath towels a few feet away-Carla, Dominique and Spring. He couldn't believe it ... the magic was working on his loins again, and so soon after a gushing release! He let his eyes roam and watched all the bouncing girls and felt himself swell even more inside his bathing suit.
Dominique didn't help matters any. She looked so lovely in her bikini and she lounged right next to Jason, luxuriously taking in the desert sun. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Jason eyeing her.
"This sun is making me hot," she said. "I think I'll have an orgasm." She reached down and pushed off the tiny bottom of her bikini and tossed it aside. "You don't mind, do you, Jason?"
Her hands went right to her naked snatch and she moaned and gave out a small sob of joy. Her hips rose and fell and her cushiony bottom bounced on the towel as she moved her body in time with her fingerfuck.
In almost no time at all, she gave out a little, throaty laugh and her body arched up and held. Jason sighed deeply with lust and need as he watched her enjoy a quaking orgasm. His cock swelled to new proportions.
Carla turned and saw Dominique just as she finished her come, and the blonde smiled with satisfaction and looked over at Jason. She said, "That was good. Why don't you have one?"
"He just had one!" said Carla with a laugh. "All over the floor of our room!" She looked over and saw Jason's straining dick, all swollen again, and she said, "My Goddess, Dominique ... what are you doing to my husband!?!"
"I guess I affect him," said the blonde sex siren, a look of complete innocence on her face.
That evening, Jason, Carla, Mark, Spring and Dominique went dancing and dining together. The rest of the afternoon had been quiet and relaxing. Dominique left Jason alone and his organ finally quieted down. He took a nap in the sun and, by early evening, felt pretty good. His sex wasn't bothering him and he had his mind on other things.
They spent a lovely evening together. When Jason danced with Spring, his organ gave a little jerk and became half-erect, but the girl knew his problem and didn't put the make on him. Soon, his dick was flaccid and peaceful again.
They all retired early. It had been a long, exhausting day, and the intense sun and swimming had taken a lot out of all of them.
The next morning, the five all met for brunch. Then the girls went down to the pool while the men went into the game room to shoot billiards.
The ladies laid down by the water and Dominique immediately motioned one of the working girls over to her. She whispered to the girl exactly what she wanted and then settled back to have her pleasure.
The girl pulled Dominique's bikini bottom down. She then lightly massaged the blonde's smooth thighs and Dominique sighed, spreading her legs apart. The girl explored her wide-open hole with a finger, found it hot and juicy, and then ducked her head and buried her face in the blonde's sweet crotch and began eating her.
Carla saw her friend taking her fun and she asked Spring, "Should we just let her have all the fun?"
"Oh, Carla ... can we?"
By way of answering, Carla rolled on top of her new young friend and let her hand wander inside Spring's bathing suit and over her womanhood. Spring gave a little sob and reached up, quickly burying two fingers into Carla's juicy slot.
The four women moaned and abandoned themselves one-hundred-percent to sex. Everybody by the pool and on the patio was watching their performance, but the ladies were lost in their own world of pleasure. They wouldn't have cared if the sun suddenly fell out of the sky; they were completely gone over.
Dominique was the first to achieve her reward. She lifted her body and pressed her throbbing vagina against the girl's mouth and called out as she blew her cookies.
Before Dominique was through, Carla and Spring simultaneously brought each other to orgasms. The girls strained against one another and made little animal noises and had their fun.
When it was over, the working girl went back to her duties and the ladies got up and went for a swim to cool off.
In the pool, Dominique came up beside Carla and grinned at her friend. "Just like old times," she said.
Carla didn't say anything. She just smiled and swam away.
When Jason and Mark finished shooting pool, Jason went out with the girls to take in some of the afternoon sun; Mark, to his room.
Mark knew exactly what he wanted. He stripped and went over to his phone and placed an order.
When the girl arrived at Mark's quarters, he was standing in the buff on his balcony, watching the lusty people romping and playing by the pool.
He watched as one girl got into the water with a young man and let him slide off her bathing suit. He then took off his own trunks and let his cock fly free. The girl spread her legs a bit and let the man enter her right there in the water.
As Mark watched the man drive his long organ into the girl, a soft, female hand came around and grasped his own aroused cock, making him sigh. He turned and faced the beautiful girl he had ordered, and she was already naked and inviting. He took her into his arms and fucked her on the balcony.
Mark played a little game. He timed his standing fuck to that of the man in the pool below. His objective was to time his climax to that of the man in the water.
Mark worked expertly. Just when he saw the guy in the pool grab the girl's ass and hold her tight while his buttocks quivered and he released his passion into her, Mark willed his own climax to happen. He gave a se ries of furious pumps into the girl that made her gasp. He moaned with triumph as he echoed the man's orgasm in the pool and filled his hired woman with sperm.
Jason Hamilton was feeling good. He had regained some of his composure and was beginning to unwind and enjoy himself. He lay in the sun and had to admit to himself that this was really turning into a wild vacation.
He looked over and saw the ladies swimming in the pool. They just looked so lovely. And the warm rays were having their effect on his body. He was beginning to feel the old urge again.
But this time it was different. He wanted to feel the desires flare up. He was ready to try one of the girls and he didn't care where he was or who was watching him ... he was going to enjoy a fuck with one of the available females!
Jason let his mind wander through the events of the past few days. He smiled when he thought about it all, and there was a certain feeling of contentment stirring in his loins. It felt like power ... raw sexual power ... and Jason liked it.
He reached down and pushed off his briefs and slowly rubbed his manhood. It felt hot and mighty in his grasp. He was reliving the fantastic happenings of the last few days in his mind.
He thought about his first night in Las Vegas and his first look at Dominique's luscious bod. She had boldly stripped right in front of him, shamelessly displaying her charms in all their glory. Then she had asked for a demonstration of his abilities, and Jason had fucked his wife right there on the terrace before Dominique's eyes. She had urged him on, with comments like, "Fantastic!" and "Magnificent!" and he came to a quick, shuddering moment of release inside his wife.
Then he recalled the next night, finding her totally naked on the massage table, in the throes of masturbatory sex. He remembered how her lush ass quivered through her climax. Then she had called him over and he had massaged her and remembered how good her soft skin felt on his hands. She had briefly stroked him and then she sucked him off. It had been just too incredible to endure, and he was soon discharging. She caught every drop of his sperm in her hands and rubbed it over her tits like a lotion of love.
Then there was the morning he awoke in his bed with a throbbing hard-on and had to masturbate. He strained through his climax and released his wet passion onto the silk pillows.
Thinking about it all, lying in the sun, slowly stroking his manhood, Jason knew that he was ready. He looked up just in time to see a very lovely brunette's backside roll by and he boldly called to her. The girl stopped and turned around, smiling when she saw Jason. She was coming towards him ... Jesus ... she was actually coming over!
"Hello," said the girl.
"Hi...." said Jason, now a bit embarrassed because he was still toying with his dick.
"Would you like to have me?" asked the girl. " ... yes ... "
"How do you want me?" She took off the bottom half of her bikini and Jason's heart began to beat like crazy.
"I ... I want to fuck you," said Jason.
"Of course you do," said the girl, patiently. "But how? I mean, in my mouth or up my ass or in my cunt? What would you like?"
"Uh ... let's just fuck."
"Okay." The girl laid down next to Jason and spread her shapely legs. She looked at him and said, "Well ... come on, honey. Let's get it on."
Jason sighed and rolled on top of the girl and she smoothly, expertly took him inside of her snatch. She moved like a machine, milking him, urging him on to his climax. She was a pro. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and fucked him like mad.
Jason couldn't contain himself, nor did he want to, nor was he supposed to. He braced himself and pressed his loins against the girl's pistoning body, feeling her pussy suck and rub and pull on his cock. It was incredible! She was hot and tight and wet, a great fuck, yet she was a pro. She fucked beyond excellence ... she was a master with her body.
She quickly brought Jason to his apex. He grunted and pushed his organ at her, and his whole body trembled with pleasure as he sprayed his semen into the girl's belly.
In the pool, Dominique was the only girl to see Jason's fuck. She watched the girl take him and he shuddered with an unmistakable come. She sighed and said, "Magnificent!" under her breath.
Jason was transformed into the man she was going to create from him. She was turning him into a perfect sex-man!
She owed it to Carla.
While the others were all enjoying the sunshine and the pool, Mark Savage was in his room packing to leave. He had business to conduct in Dallas over the weekend and had to catch an evening plane.
Spring entered the room and found her cousin filling a suitcase. He was still naked and the sight of his fine manhood always made the young girl gasp.
Mark heard her soft cry, and turned to see Spring standing in the doorway. He smiled at her and continued to pack.
"When will you be back?" inquired Spring.
"Monday afternoon. My business will only take a couple of days."
Spring closed the door and walked into the room. She was going to give her cousin a nice send-off.
When he was through packing, Mark put his bags by the door. He turned and looked at his lovely relative.
Spring had slipped out of her bikini bottom and was bracing herself on the edge of a chair. Her luscious rear end and hairy crack were pointed at Mark, and it was very obvious what she was offering.
Mark walked over to her and began to fondle her lush backside. His pecker began to grow stiff and he let it glide a few times up and down the crack of her butt. He played with her mounds, rubbing and rolling them around on his sliding cock. The dick reared up and jerked. It was ready!
He slowly continued to rub his erection in the cleft of her ass while he gently reached around and fingerfucked Spring's juicy pussy. He let two fingers stroke in and out of her sex slot while he vigorously rubbed her clit with another. This quickly caused the beautiful blonde to have a series of shuddering orgasms.
Mark used his hands to part Spring's delectable ass cheeks and he had a great view of her pink slash, all hot and waiting to be filled. He aimed and thrust his hips and his whole length plunged into her with one smooth glide.
Mark sighed as he began moving his rod in and out of Spring's sensational cunt. His strokes were deep and good, and his cousin was responding to every one of them. She pushed back to bury the cock into her body and then gently eased forward and let her juicy pussy meat slide along the length of Mark's prick, stroking it, almost to the point of withdrawal. Then she pushed back again and it went in ... deep ... and Spring loved it in her like that.
This was a terrific fuck and Mark soon felt the cum balloon up his cock shaft and his tempo picked up. He moved faster and faster until he reached his big moment and he called out with the exquisite sensations and his ass shivered as he unleashed his boiling wad.
"OOOHHHHAAAHHHHHHH!"
When he was fully spent, Mark pulled his sopping prick out of his cousin's dripping quish and kissed her affectionately. He then quickly dressed and gave her another brotherly kiss and left.
That evening, Jason took the three girls to dinner. They enjoyed a nice evening together, dining and dancing, and they all got a wee bit tipsy.
Back at the hotel, they promised to meet for a late breakfast by the pool the next morning.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, Carla Hamilton rose early and went down to the coffee shop. As she walked through the lobby, she was hailed by a very handsome man. Carla stopped and looked at the fellow who was avidly motioning to her. She shrugged and walked over to him.
The man made a lewd suggestion. Carla's eyes sparkled and a little smile touched her lips. The man thought she worked there! He thought she was one of the girls! Carla couldn't repress a giggle as she slipped out of her swimsuit.
Carla turned and bent over. She braced herself against a display case and could see the reflection of the man behind her as he pushed his swimming briefs down to mid-thigh, letting his fine organ spring free. She gave a little squeal when she saw the mirror-image of the cock she was about to take, backing up to the man and allowing him to slip his meat easily inside her cunt.
Carla took the fuck like one of the professional girls would, fast and with determination from the initial stroke. It only took a couple of minutes before the man delivered his hot, wet load into Carla and she shook with her own wondrous orgasm.
When it was over and the man had pulled out and they were putting their swimsuits back on, the man offered Carla a tip.
"Oh ... I couldn't!" she said. "I don't work here. I'm a guest."
The man turned a dark shade of red. He began to sputter and apologize and he was extremely embarrassed. Carla walked away laughing and the man stood and watched her rolling buttocks. His eyes followed her until she turned the corner and was gone, and a cleaning lady cursed at the man for putting all his fingerprints on the display case. Can't these people screw in their rooms like normal folks? the cleaning woman wondered aloud. The man heard Carla's laugh ring out down the hallway.
When she returned to her room, Carla was flushed and smiling and humming with the warm afterglow of sex and Jason knew what his wife had been up to.
But Jason Hamilton felt no jealousy. He was beyond that now. The only thing on Jason's mind was how to get into that sweet, skillful crack of Spring's.
Later, by the pool, Carla told Spring and Dominique what had happened in the lobby that morning.
"You're a vamp!" said Dominique with a mock look of scorn on her beautiful face. "That poor man!"
"Oh ... it was all in fun," said Carla. "Besides, he enjoyed it."
"I'll bet he did," said Dominique.
"A guy once thought I was one of the girls here," said Spring. "He propositioned me right in front of my boyfriend."
"What did you do?" asked Carla.
"I stripped off my shorts and had sex with him on the spot, the same as you did. A girl has to take what she can get ... when she can get it!" Spring's blue eyes twinkled as she recalled the incident in her mind.
"What did your boyfriend do?" asked Carla.
"Oh, he became horny watching us, and masturbated. When the one guy was done using me, my beau jumped on and pumped his hot cream into me. It was really exciting!"
"I wonder what Jason would have done if I had fucked that guy in front of him? " asked Carla, half to herself.
"Probably the same thing Spring's boyfriend did," said Dominique.
"I don't think so," claimed Carla.
"Sure," said Dominique. "Don't you see the changes that are taking place in him, honey? Your hubby is becoming a new man."
"Do you think he will ... you know ... when it's time?"
"Of course ... I have no doubts whatsoever."
"Are you sure that Jason's the right man?"
"I have never been more sure of anything," assured Dominique. "Jason is a true sex-man. He will make the perfect mate of the Goddess."
"I hope so," said Carla.
Saturday and Sunday were restful days at The Ranch. On Sunday evening, Dominique had to leave so she could prepare for work on Monday morning. Carla was becoming a bit bored with The Ranch, and wanted to return to the excitement and glitter of downtown Las Vegas. Jason wanted to stay at The Ranch. He was enjoying the relaxation and sun, and it would do his libido some good to be away from Dominique for a while. When Spring got a call from her cousin Mark that he wouldn't be able to join her until Wednesday, that clinched it. Jason decided to stay.
So Carla and Dominique returned to the city and Jason stayed with Spring.
There was no longer any doubt in Carla Hamilton's mind that her husband was a changed man.
CHAPTER SIX
Jason took Spring out to dinner. They found a restaurant that specialized in seafood at a nearby town. It was very quiet and peaceful and the couple could talk and get to know each other better.
"How long have you known Dominique?" asked Jason.
"About four years," answered Spring. "I used to work for her."
"I saw you in a film."
"Oh? Which one?"
"You were ... masturbating with rubber ... peruses ... "
"Oh ... that one! It figures that Dominique would show you that one."
"You ... were very good ... I mean...."
Spring giggled. "Thank you, Jason. I have a natural talent." The bold girl reached over and put a hand on Jason's left thigh. "I'll demonstrate it to you when we get back, if you would like."
Jason's heart began to pound and the blood rushed to his head. He felt himself start to swell up inside his briefs and he gave a little groan. He desperately tried to keep talking and change the subject.
"Dominique told us that you and Mark were sexual adventurers ... what does that mean? I don't know what you ... Jesus, Spring ... not here!"
She was rubbing his bulging manhood and the rhythmic strokes of her palm were turning into a form of masturbation.
"Please," he pleaded. "I don't want to go off in my pants."
"Of course, darling," said Spring. She removed her hand from Jason's lap and licked her lips, very suggestively. "Save it to release in me ... deep inside of me."...." uh ... "
"My cousin and I are very rich," said Spring. "We inherited a great deal of money from my uncle ... Mark's father. He received the money because he was the son ... I received mine because I used to ball my uncle regularly."
"... uh ... I see...."
"Now I spend all my time traveling and looking for fun. Oh, I do own a sex spa in Palm Springs, something to keep me busy. I also take jobs for Dominique and work part-time as a sex surrogate at a clinic in Los Angeles, but I spend most of my time traveling."
"Sounds like a ... an interesting lifestyle."
"Oh, it's interesting, all right. I'll say that! I get fucked every day and meet new hot lovers every week. I have no complaints about my life."
"And Mark does the same thing?"
"Yes. He travels and fucks, too. He works as a porno stud on occasions, that's what he's doing in Dallas, making a film. He owns a male escort service in San Francisco and works there sometimes, himself. But most of the time he travels and fucks. Sometimes we do it together."
"Travel or fuck?"
"Both, silly...."
"Of course."
"How long have you known Dominique?" asked Spring.
"I just met her last Sunday. She was a friend of Carla's before we were married. They were both models."
"I like your wife. She's very open minded. You're a lucky guy."
"Yeah. I suppose so."
"A lot of women wouldn't let their husbands stay with a girl like me. It's obvious that we're going to sleep together."
"Do you think Carla knows?"
"Don't be an ass ... of course she knows. In fact, the last thing she said to me when she left this afternoon was, 'Enjoy it, dear ... he's really good,' and she winked at me."
"She did! Really!?"
"Sure. I think she wants us to have sex."
Jason Hamilton sat back in his chair and grinned. He couldn't believe this was happening to him! Spring was a gift to him from his wife. She had left them so Jason would be alone with this lovely blonde and be able to devote his time and energy to her talented body.
"Why are you grinning like that?" asked Spring. "Didn't you know?"
"Oh, Spring ... you doll! I want you so bad!"
"I want you, too."
"Did Dominique arrange this?"
"Sure. She called us and told us that we were needed at The Ranch. She paid our expenses. We both owe her a lot, so we came along with no questions asked. Now it. all seems very obvious that I was supposed to meet you and become your sex partner. I guess Dominique really wants to show you a good time."
"She is succeeding very nicely," said Jason.
When they returned to The Ranch, Spring invited Jason to the bar for one drink to set the mood. Then they decided to go for a late swim, so Jason ran to his room to change.
He arrived at the pool just in time to see Spring dive cleanly off the board. It was dark and they were completely alone. When Spring surfaced, Jason saw that she was holding something in her hand. He gasped when he saw that it was her bathing suit.
Jason stood and watched silently as she tossed the suit aside and leaned back against the edge of the pool. She floated on her back and spread her legs, reaching down with one hand to play with her sex. She moved her fingers gently, slowly, not masturbating but just getting her pussy ready for Jason.
Jason could wait no longer. He ran over and leaped into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing and he swam beneath the surface for a while, enjoying his dip. When he surfaced, it was right between Spring's legs. He came up, gulped some air, and then immediately began to lick her cunt.
Spring cried out and her body arched. Her pussy pressed against Jason's mouth and her sex hole opened so his probing tongue could slide hotly inside of it. She churned up the water with her ass as she ground her hips and took her suck from his face. In a moment, her body was arching tightly and her cunt was vibrating as she had an orgasm.
When that was over, she lowered her bod and braced herself against the pool. Jason pulled off his bathing suit and Spring's eyes went wide when she saw his big cock in the water. She instantly reached down and lifted a leg and guided him to her slit. She stuffed him inside, came down over the head of his prick and easily took his entire length up into her body.
Jason clung to the side of the pool and began thrusting. He fucked with determination and purpose from the premier stroke. He put his head down and grunted as he plowed her with force, and she gave off a little gasp each time he buried his cock into her gash.
He screwed her hard and fast. She soon had another exquisite series of quaking orgasms. At the tail of these, Jason called out and pushed his dick as far as possible into the girl and came. Spring grabbed his shuddering buttocks and held him to her as he quivered through his climax. She continued to grind her twat around on his discharging dork, urging him to blow his whole load into her.
They didn't bother putting on their bathing suits as they climbed from the pool. Spring took Jason's hand and ran with him to her room. Inside, she shut the door and came right into his arms and they kissed passionately.
Spring felt Jason's prong grow hard against her belly. "Oh, Jason! You are a mighty man!"
"I don't know what's gotten into me lately," he said. "I have such power in my loins. I've never fucked like this before! And my orgasms ... they're so intense, so exquisite! They feel so good!"
Spring took a step back and looked at Jason's hard body. "Oh, Jason ... you are so beautiful! I must...." She dropped to her knees and jerked his big dick a few times with her tiny hand and then popped it into her mouth.
"Oh!" Jason gasped and pushed his hips forward and his cock plunged between her lips into her hot, wet oral channel.
Spring sucked him briefly. Jason reached down and took her by the hair and plowed into her face with purpose and she pulled away. She looked up at him and smiled. "What would you like to do?"
"Right now, just shoot!" he said.
Spring laughed. She reached out again and stroked his cock with her fingers, feeling it swell with cum.
"Oh, my! You are ready!"
Spring stroked the granite-hard penis a few more times and stood up, not releasing her hold on him. She jacked him expertly and Jason felt his eruption about to happen.
"Oh ... you better stop ... Spring! Stop! Oh ... here it comes!"
Just as Jason's prick jerked and spat, and he gave himself over to his pleasure and decided to let it go, Spring lifted a leg high in the air and let the cock slide inside of her. She caught most of the boiling discharge inside her pussy.
It was a copious load, even though it was his second of the evening, and Jason clung to the girl and enjoyed his sensations until his orgasm was finished. He opened his eyes and went lax in the girl's arms. She suddenly began moving her hips and urged Jason not to pull out.
"Oh! Baby! I'm going to have one! I'm going to blow!"
Jason stood still and let the excited girl use his rod to grind out her pleasure on and have her own delicious climax.
When her time came, she shut her eyes and cried out softly. Jason felt her entire body shudder with her intense happiness.
Then it was over and they parted, his sperm gushing down her legs. They laughed together, took showers and felt refreshed and went to bed together where they continued their lovemaking for an hour before they both fell asleep in each other's arms, content and exhausted.
As sleep was about to overtake Jason Hamilton, he smiled and softly said, "Thank you, Carla."
The next morning, Jason awoke first and found Spring's sweet rear end pressed tightly against his belly. He grinned as he remembered his pleasures and tossed the sheet off his naked body and got up. He put on his bathing suit and wrote a note for Spring to meet him for breakfast by the pool.
He padded in bare feet out to the showers. As he let the warm spray rejuvenate his body, he thought about his blonde girlfriend and the passion they had shared the previous night.
Spring was so lovely. Her body was flawless, and he had enjoyed every second he was having it. She was such a fabulous lover, for such a young girl. She took her pleasures and gave lush sensations in return, like a pro. And she seemed to love every minute of her passion.
As Jason pondered the girl and all her charms, and thought about his vacation and all the incredible things that were happening to him, he began to grow hard. His manhood lengthened inside his briefs and the tip popped above the waistband. Jason looked down at it and he could have sworn that it was getting bigger each day. It looked so massive ... so mighty! It reminded him of Mark's cock ... big, thick and juicy ... but Mark was a professional sex-man ... a superhero among men ... and Jason was astounded as well as delighted that he could even imagine himself in the same class.
Jason watched his prick grow and climb up his muscled belly, well past the navel. The head expanded and the hole in the tip opened and closed. It was almost as if it were looking up at Jason, pleadingly.
The tight fabric began to hurt, so Jason reached down and pushed off the bathing suit. Something incredible happened. The one caress of the suit sliding down the length of Jason's pecker made it jerk and swell to new proportions. Then it pumped all by itself, and Jason watched in astonishment as it began to dry jerk. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He watched himself in amazement as his cock gushed and shot, and then the orgasm took him and he shook and closed his eyes and concentrated on the incredible feelings of his climax.
His hand automatically went over and he jacked through his orgasm with his soapy fingers. When he was through, another strange thing happened ... he didn't go down! His huge dong stayed hard and ready.
Jason was excited. He left his bathing suit in the shower stall and ran back to his room. All the morning people were watching as he ran past, his big whang waving in front of him like a baton, his muscular, browned body moving lithely, like a young god's. They all wondered who he was ... certainly one of those sexual superheroes who came here ... and should they ask him later for an autograph?
"Who was that?" asked one of the girls to another as Jason ran past.
"I don't know," said the other female, "but I'd sure like to make it with him!"
Jason ran into his room just as Spring was awakening. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was his loins, the muscular legs and belly and the massive hard-on, and she said, " ... oh, Mark...."
"No! Spring! It's me! Look at the man I've become!"
"Oh ... Jason ... it's you ... yes ... of course. What are you saying?"
"Look at me! I just shot off a load in the shower and I'm still hard. I could fuck you right now!"
Spring was sitting up and rubbing her face. "Not now, Jason ... I'm not awake yet."
"That's not what I mean ... I mean, I've become a ... a super-sexual man ... like one of those heroes in the books by Paula Clarke that my wife reads ... you know ... those sex-men! Like your cousin!"
"Of course, Jason. I know you're a fine man. You proved that to me last night."
"Yes ... but I didn't know it ... I had to prove it to myself. I had to discover my sexuality! Look at me! I'm full of such potency ... such power! Oh, poor Carla ... living all these years with me and my powers, and me not knowing what I had. I was such a dolt!"
"Really? You mean you didn't know until now that you were something special?"
"No!"
"Jesus! I mean, what a waste! I'm glad Dominique finally brought you around ... it would be a shame if you were to go through your entire life not knowing that you were a powerful sex-man."
"You're not kidding ... but, Jesus ... I have to make up for lost time! I want to go out and ... and ... spread my wings!"
"You mean spread some girl's thighs, don't you?" Spring giggled.
Jason laughed along with her. He bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips.
They had breakfast by the pool as planned, then talked about the day that was ahead and what they were going to do. They certainly were going to spend all of their time together.
Jason just wanted to fuck, and try out his newfound sexuality. Spring said that there would be plenty of time and opportunities for sex, but she suggested that Jason take one of the girls to relieve some of his passion.
He grinned and called over a lovely redhead and made her bend over and pull her swimming suit out of the way so he could have access to her love hole. Then he pulled out his massive cock and used the girl's sex to get off in. He stood behind her with slightly bent knees, and his hips pistoned as he stroked his inflamed dick in and out of her juicy slot. Spring sat and drank her morning coffee and watched. Jason was sure a hell of a man, and he was enjoying himself to the max right then. He didn't know, evidently, that he possessed such sexual power and he was trying to make the most of it. He sure looked happy as he plowed into that redhead, and Spring was glad he was having a nice vacation.
Jason spent the entire day with his blonde companion. They laughed and romped together and enjoyed the sun and Jason had orgasms, one after another, never tiring, always enjoying every spurt of pleasure. He screwed Spring in the cunt, mouth and up her ass. He shot a load in her hands and between her tits and in the hot furrow of her buttocks. He even blew one wad in her blonde hair. He munched on her pussy and finger-fucked her and once used his big toe on her clit to bring her to orgasm. She enjoyed Jason and his talents as much as he enjoyed the new thrills of his newly-discovered sexuality.
Jason and Spring were good together. They made a fine sex team.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sex show was fantastic, and Carla was thoroughly enjoying it.
It was Monday night and Dominique had taken Carla out for some real night entertainment. Carla had spent the entire day by herself, shopping and sightseeing, and then Dominique had returned home from work and quickly changed her clothes and took Carla out to dinner and an evening of fun.
The girls had arrived back at Dominique's penthouse on Sunday night. Both had been tired from their stay at The Ranch and went to bed early.
Monday passed uneventfully for her, a nice, quiet day, and now Carla Hamilton was enjoying a sex show.
They were watching a pornographic magic act. The magician was pulling rubber cocks, one after another, out of the cunt of his pretty assistant. He pulled about a dozen out of her slit and then had her turn around and reveal her juicy ass. He pulled about five more dildos out from between her delectable buns.
When the girl turned around again she had a new dildo in her pussy, with only the end showing. The magician went to pull this one out of her when she said, "Wait! Stop ... not yet!" and the girl grabbed the end of the artificial dick and moved it around inside of her for a few moments and then called out with passion as she supposedly had an orgasm.
"Is she really coming?" asked Carla.
"It sure looks like it," retorted Dominique. "Look at the way she's flushed ... yes, she's definitely coming."
The girl climaxed and then the magician pulled out the last dildo. To everyone's surprise, this one was about two feet in length!
The entire audience applauded. The flushed and glowing assistant bowed and left the stage.
"Now, as my last trick of the evening, a truly amazing feat!" said the magician. Another female assistant came out wearing a skimpy bikini. She immediately removed the bottom of it, revealing a hairy twat.
"Please take a good look at this," said the magician, pointing his wand at the girl's crotch. She reached down and spread the labia open so the audience could see the juicy, pink depths of her cunt. He put one of his fingers inside her slash and stroked it in and out for a moment. When he pulled the digit out, it was wet with her juices.
"I wonder what he's going to pull out of there?" asked Carla with a little laugh. "A rabbit!"
"This is amazing," said Dominique, who had seen the act before. "Watch."
"Are there any doubts that this is a healthy young lady?" asked the magician. There obviously weren't any doubts because the audience was perfectly quiet. The girl turned and got into a tall box and the magician closed the door. "Watch closely!" he said. "You won't believe your eyes!"
The magician suddenly threw open the door and the entire audience gasped out loud.
He was right ... Carla didn't believe her eyes!
The girl had transformed ... it was definitely the same girl, but she was different. Instead of her hairy slit, she now sported a throbbing, erect penis! And it was no phony! It was a real cock ... fleshy, stiff and alive, and equipped with two dangling balls.
"Now," said the magician. "Take your new toy and feel what it is to be a man, my dear."
The assistant looked down and took hold of her new prick and began to rub it, experimentally.
"Oh!" she gasped. "It feels nice ... yes! Like this."
The girl's hand stroked fast and soon she had herself on the verge of a male climax. The pecker swelled up in her fingers and began to throb visibly."
"How do they do that?" asked an amazed Carla.
"I have no idea," said Dominique.
The girl was bringing her cock to a fast climax. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... I think it's going to happen! Yes! It's going to shoot!"
Sure enough, the prick reared and spit a white stream of cum across the stage. "Wow!" cried the girl. "This feels good!"
The girl finished her ejaculation and the magician closed the box. He opened it again almost immediately and the girl had her amazing cunt back!
The room was filled with thunderous applause. The magician and his assistant bowed and left the stage to a standing ovation.
The Master of Ceremonies walked on stage and shouted into his microphone, "The Great Klarkasliton, ladies and gentlemen. One of the finest magicians of all time!"
When the clapping and cheering finally died, the emcee announced the next act. "Now, for your enjoyment, straight from his engagement in The Big Apple, that sensuous superman of sexy delight ... The Masked Coxman!"
A muscular dancer leaped out onto the stage and began gyrating lewdly to a hot rock number that was being piped out from hidden stereo speakers. He was clad from head to toe in a skintight black costume that included a long, flowing cape. The only part of his body that was bare of the tight material was his cock. His massive pecker hung out in front of him through a perfect round hole in the suit. As he danced and shook the dick at the audience, it grew hard.
The masked man continued to dance up a storm and he reached down and stroked himself. Soon his prick was bucking and he shot off a sticky stream of semen across the stage.
The dancer jumped from the stage and came down into the audience. He moved with the beat of the music among the tables and some of the bolder women were reaching out and sneaking feels on his cock.
He stopped at Carla's and Dominique's table and he looked at the beautiful brunette. Carla saw the sparkle in his grey eyes under the mask. He reached out and took Carla's hand and gently tried to coax her to her feet.
"Oh, no," said Carla, a little smile of mischief touching her lips. "I couldn't."
"Go ahead," said Dominique, urging her friend to stand up.
Carla gave a little shrug and stood. The audience applauded her and she smiled broadly at them.
The dancer turned Carla so her back was to him. He told her to spread her legs and then he pressed his body to hers. His long, exposed organ slid under Carla's crotch and poked out in front of her. She looked down at the huge dong that was sticking between her thighs and up her belly, and giggled and thought that she looked like the girl in the magician's box.
The man began to move his cock back and forth, his dick appearing and disappearing in Carla's crotch. It looked very obscene as it moved against her white designer jeans, growing and throbbing again, getting set to shoot another wad.
After only a few moments of violent thrusting, the man stiffened and clutched at Carla's arms, and she heard him gasp beneath his mask as his organ fired another stream of wet cream into the air in front of her. One gush splashed onto her blouse, leaving a souvenir for her to take with her.
The potent dancer then whispered for Carla to turn around. She did this, showing her perfect ass to the audience, encased nicely in her clinging jeans. The man stood in front of her, now, and let his cock glide between her legs and up the furrow of her gorgeous buns. He pumped his meat like crazy, moving to the tempo of the sultry music, his dick appearing and disappearing this time in the crack of Carla's ass. Soon he shot another load into the air, and it was as copious and juicy as his first two comes.
The audience applauded. This was it for the dancer's act; he had proved himself. He released his hold on Carla and walked away. But instead of taking her seat, Carla was so excited that she moaned and dropped down into a crouch on the stage and desperately rubbed her crotch with her hands. The audience watched as they were treated to a special show, and the lush girl shook with orgasmic throes right in front of them.
The entire audience stood and applauded and Carla's performance was the hit of the evening.
"I don't know what got into me," said Carla. The show was now over and the two girls were enjoying drinks at their table. Carla was crimson-red, from both embarrassment and sexual aftermath.
People were coming over to the ladies' table and asking if Carla was a regular part of the show; a few even asked for autographs.
"How does it feel to be a celebrity?" inquired Dominique, grinning.
"I think it's about time we got out of here," said Carla. "This is just too much."
All the way back to Dominique's penthouse, the girls talked and laughed about the incident.
The following morning, Dominique got up to go to work and Carla slept in. When she awoke, she smelled the fresh coffee that Dominique left brewing. She tossed the sheet off her naked body and went down to have a morning cup.
Carla sat in the small kitchen, drank her coffee and read the morning paper. She took her time and finished the news and her third cup of coffee at the same instant.
Then Carla began to think about the previous evening and the sex show. She murmured and squirmed a bit in her seat as she remembered the dancer rubbing his dick on her and ejaculating all over the place, and then how she had uncontrollably crouched down and had her own fun right there in front of everybody. Her hand went into her lap and began playing with her naked sex.
Her fingers worked gently, softly, as she recalled the show and her pleasure. She spread her legs and let her rump slide down in the seat. She arched her body up and emitted a slight cry as she experienced a delicious little orgasm. She whimpered and half-rose from the chair. After a few exquisite shudders, it was over.
Carla cleaned up, took a shower and put on a robe. She then fixed herself a brunch and took it onto the terrace to enjoy in the morning sun and air. She ate her meal and watched the activities in the streets below.
Carla thought about her husband, and she smiled. It was the first time she permitted herself to ponder Jason and what he was doing ... probably fucking the daylights out of that luscious little blonde ... she hoped ... and she wished more than anything that Dominique's plans to turn her husband into a hot swinger and potent sex-man would work out.
Carla Hamilton sighed, stood up and took her dishes into the kitchen. Then she put on her tiniest bikini and spent the remainder of the day swimming and sunbathing.
That afternoon, Dominique returned early from work and told Carla to get dressed. She was taking her out to dinner.
After a fine meal, Dominique took Carla to the apartment of one of her friends. She was a very beautiful redhead named Vesper. She was one of Las Vegas's most popular and richest call girls.
Carla found Vesper to be both lovely and amusing, and an absolutely charming hostess.
The women talked about The Ranch and Vesper confessed that she hadn't been there in months. Dominique assured her friend that nothing had changed.
The conversation led to Jason, his abilities and powers as a sexual partner, how he was learning new prowess and to enjoy sex to the fullest and Dominique was treating him to the entire gamut of romantic sexual experiences.
"My Goddess," said Vesper. "He sounds like quite a man. I'd like to meet him."
"You will," assured Dominique.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Spring Savage was the first to awaken on Tuesday morning. She opened her eyes and found herself curled next to Jason's beautiful body. She smiled and gently kissed him on the lips, then eased out of bed so as not to disturb his sleep. She walked over to part the drapes, and looked out at the brand new day.
It was a beautiful morning, following a beautifully long night filled with hot lovemaking. Jason was an incredible love partner, striving to set records, using his sex to give and take impossible pleasures. The night had been full of ecstasies!
Spring looked at the sun shining outside and then turned. Her eyes took time to adjust to the dark room and they focused on Jason's manhood, growing and becoming hard again, climbing up his muscular stomach, expanding. It gave a little jerk ... perhaps he was dreaming about her!
Spring sighed and turned around again to look out the window. She watched two young girls swimming in the pool. They looked like a couple of the girls who worked there, and Spring casually watched them as they swam and romped together in the water below.
Jason came awake and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Spring's tempting butt pointing right at him as she stared out the window. The next thing he noticed was that he had a raging hard-on. He decided not to waste it, so he literally leaped from the bed toward Spring.
Jason took two bounds and grabbed the blonde girl by her hips. She screeched and gave a little start, and then sighed and responded as she felt his thick, hard cock rubbing in the valley between her sweet ass cheeks. She bent forward a little more so she could accept Jason into her tight, hot anus.
Jason pushed and began sliding his shaft into her, and Spring's buttocks quivered delightfully as her asshole was stuffed full of cock.
Then, an amazing thing happened and startled Jason ... even though a lot of amazing things had been happening to him lately and he should have been well past the point of being surprised. His manhood was only about half-way inside Spring's sexy rectum when it came alive and started to discharge. Jason gasped and held Spring's hips tightly while he had his climax in her jiggling rear end.
Spring felt Jason begin to go off and she ground her ass to milk out all his cream. He blew his hot enema into her body and she reached down and gave her tiny clitoris a scratch and a rub, joining him with her own morning orgasm.
When that was over, they showered together, dressed and went down to breakfast.
Tuesday evening would be Jason's last at The Ranch. He decided to leave the next afternoon and rejoin Carla and Dominique in town. Mark, Spring's cousin, was returning to The Ranch on Wednesday night.
Jason took Spring to dinner and dancing. Their last hours together were fun, filled with love and totally released sex.
Wednesday afternoon, after Jason was packed to leave, Spring invited him to her room for a send-off. She had him lie down on her bed, wearing only his swimming briefs, and she pulled these off and started to slowly and deliciously blow him.
Jason moaned and squirmed. When Spring felt his manhood swell and get set to shoot, she ceased her sucking. She did this three more times and, on the last stop, had to grab Jason's hand as he desperately tried to grab his cock and give himself the pleasure he needed.
"Hurry up!" he said. "Or I'll push you away and finish the job myself!" His eyes were fierce.
Spring decided that it wasn't a good idea to prolong Jason's joy any longer. She dipped her face and went to work on his comeuppance.
Jason's body arched and bucked. "Oh, Spring! Let me have it! Let me have my come!"
"Go ahead, darling ... let it go!"
"Yes ... can I?"
"Yes, darling ... yes! Let it happen!"
Jason lifted his buttocks off the mattress and called out his triumph. He shot a huge wad down Spring's throat and her eyes went wide with the sheer surprise of the amount of spunk he released. But the young blonde girl expertly sucked out all the jism and swallowed every drop.
Afterwards, Jason took a shower, and then put on the clothes he had brought with him.
He took Spring into his arms and kissed her affectionately. "I'll never forget you," he said.
"Oh, Jason ... you were so good! Few men are like you!"
Spring kissed him again, a tearful farewell kiss that tasted of salt.
Jason parted from her and walked quickly out the door. They both knew that they would probably never see one another again.
A few minutes later, Spring was sitting in the sun when she saw Jason climb into the cab. She watched for a long time as he drove away, returning to his lucky wife.
Mark Savage arrived back at The Ranch in early evening. Spring met him with a kiss and led him right to their room for a real greeting.
Once in the room, Spring tore off her tiny bikini and her cousin stripped quickly out of his clothes. He then took his beautiful, naked sex-mate into his powerful arms and literally lifted her and dropped her onto his long length of pecker. Spring came down and engulfed Mark's cock in one sudden, smooth move. Mark tossed his head back and his mighty neck muscles clenched. He cried out as he plunged into pleasure.
Mark clutched Spring's smooth backside an;) his hands pulled the ass cheeks apart and he probed with the middle finger of his right hand, going deeply into her anus. Spring pressed down and swallowed his finger into her asshole. She squirmed and whimpered, caught up in the sensations of good sex. Her body worked its magic and soon gave her a powerful orgasm.
Spring's climax was so strong that she almost fell away from her cousin, and Mark's dick was temporarily threatening to pop out of her tight anal channel. He clung to Spring and thrust his hips with mighty strokes, soon following her into ecstasy with his own completion. He pulled Spring down onto his rampaging cock and forced the entire roll of male meat into her vertical slot and shot his load up into her belly.
This was the way Spring was used to fucking. She totally abandoned herself to her pleasures. Her body assaulted Mark's, their sex organs going at each other, mightily, and she became wild with her lust and exploding passions.
Jason was forgotten. His body and the pleasure it had given to her and the sensations they had shared were only memories ... things of the past. Now Spring was thinking only about new thrills, new adventures, new lovers.
CHAPTER NINE
When Jason arrived at the penthouse on Wednesday afternoon, he found three girls in bikinis on the terrace, taking in the sun-Carla, Dominique and Vesper.
Carla looked up when her husband walked in and she came off her lounge chair, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. "I missed you, darling."
"Oh ... I missed you, too, babe!"
"Did you have fun with that cute little blonde?"
"Oh ... Carla ... How can I ever thank you ... that was ... incredible."
"We'll think of a way ... later."
Carla introduced her husband to Vesper. "Charming to meet you," said the voluptuous redhead. "I've heard a lot about you, Jason. All good."
"I'll bet."
"Dominique, my darling," said Vesper. "He is beautiful, just as you promised."
"Of course," acknowledged Dominique with a grin. "And you should see his cock!"
"I hope to," said Vesper. "And to feel it inside of me.".
"Not before I get a chance to greet him with the proper means," said Carla. She pretended to pout and kept a possessive hold on her husband. "And that means hot sex!"
This was all so incredible, and Jason just couldn't believe it. He leaves one beautiful girl and joins three others who immediately begin to talk about balling with him.
It was just all too fantastic!
Jason looked at Dominique. She was lying on her lounger, dressed only in a very small bikini that was almost a joke. Her lush bronzed body was glistening with sweat and oil in the afternoon sun. Her eyes called to him, met his and he felt the magic exuding from her. He was lost in her eyes, and she looked boldly at him like a feline sorceress. He numbly realized that Carla was rubbing his crotch and he had another powerful erection, the sensations filling his entire being. He wished, more than anything, that it would never end.
Jason and Carla went into their bedroom and spent almost an hour having sex. Then Jason put on his swimming briefs and Carla put her own suit back on and they went out to join the other two girls.
Jason took a quick, refreshing swim and then joined the delectable females in the sun.
"How did you like The Ranch?" asked Vesper.
"It was wild ... to say the least," said Jason as he sat down and toweled himself off.
"I'll bet that little Spring was wild, too, Jason?" inquired Dominique.
"I'll say!"
"Were you man enough for her?" asked Dominique.
"Would you like some lemonade, darling?" queried Carla.
"Yes ... to both your questions," retorted Jason.
Carla poured a glass of lemonade for her husband and Dominique smiled at him.
"How long will you be in Las Vegas?" asked Vesper.
"My vacation goes until the end of next week ... so I guess we'll be here...."
"We're leaving tomorrow!" spat Dominique.
"We are!" asked Carla. "Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you to my beach house in California for the weekend," said Dominique. "I think you'll like it there."
"Sounds like fun," said Jason, taking a sip of his drink.
"It's very quiet and peaceful," reported Dominique. "It'll be a pleasant change of pace. And you two can fuck all you want on my private beach and in the ocean."
"Wild!" said Carla with a big smile.
"Are you coming with us?" questioned Jason. "Of course," said Dominique. "I need a little vacation, too."
"Talking about fucking," said Vesper, "you promised me a chance to have Jason." The beautiful redhead stood up and removed her one-piece swimsuit very gracefully, and Jason sighed when he saw her luscious body in all its nude splendor...."Lord!" he said.
"It looks like you're ready," said Vesper, pointing at the bulge that was quickly growing in Jason's crotch. "Do you mind doing it right here?"
"No ... as long as the girls don't mind...."
"Don't be silly, Jason," said Dominique.
"I'd love to watch you with another woman, darling, " said Carla.
"You would!"
"Of course. Please ... let me watch you make love to Vesper."
Jason couldn't refuse. He stood up and pushed down his briefs, letting his manhood bounce free. Vesper gasped aloud as it sprang into her feasting view. "My Goddess!" she said. "You are a fantastic man!"
"A lot of people have been telling me that, lately," said Jason. "I'm even beginning to believe it myself."
"It's true, darling," said Carla. "In fact, I'll bet you could match powers with any sex-man on the west coast. Just look at you ... all hard and throbbing and ready ... and you just fucked me through three orgasms less than an hour ago. And you still need more. I'll bet you can have two or three more comes inside of Vesper."
"I'm gonna try!" claimed Jason.
"Oh, goody!" said Vesper and she bent over and presented her delicious-looking hole to Jason.
Jason couldn't hold back, nor did he want to, nor did he have to. He literally ran over to the waiting redhead and aimed his spear at her sex slot and adeptly entered her. She gasped as she felt his staff plunge into her cuntal depths with one deep thrust, and her body gave off a little quiver of passionate pleasure.
"Darling!" cried Carla. "You did that like a pro!"
"I've had a lot of practice lately."
"Oh, Jason," sighed Vesper. "That feels good!"
He had started slowly stroking in and out of her snizz. He worked his dick smoothly, easily, like a seasoned sex-man, showing off for his wife and Dominique. He smiled as he fucked, enjoying the feel of the sex he was having as well as the fact that he was performing for the ladies.
After only about twenty slow glides, Jason gave off a deep sigh and said, "Oh ... here it comes!" At that crucial moment, he pulled his pecker free of the wet vise he was using and let his wife and Dominique witness his climax.
Jason's cock bucked and discharged a copious stream of cum onto Vesper's back. A second blast shot out and splashed onto her round, delectable rump. The remainder of his load drooled out and ran down his dick and balls.
"AMihhhhh," he sighed as he finished his orgasm.
"Oh Jason! It was so much!" cried Carla. "And after all the fucking you did a little while ago with me!"
But, even more amazing, Jason's prong didn't go down! He stayed just as hard and ready as he was when he first started with Vesper, and quickly shoved his cock back into the call girl's body.
Vesper grunted when Jason's schlong plunged back into her, and she had a look of surprise on her pretty face as she turned her head and peered at him over her smooth shoulder.
Jason was nowhere near being through with the girl. He began fucking her anew with such powerful strokes that she soon called out with a series of shuddering orgasms. Jason plowed Vesper through her spasms, continued right on plowing, and soon brought her to a new set of blissful comes. At the end of these, Jason also had a climax, this time holding deeply and shooting his load into Vesper's vaginal depths.
Jason filled the hot call girl's body with his seed and withdrew. He decided that he had had enough. He gave Vesper's bottom an affectionate pat and stepped over and dove into the water.
Jason was thoroughly proud of himself.
Vesper stood on shaking legs and Dominique walked over and handed her a towel. "Thank you, darling," she said to her professional friend. "If you'll come inside, I'll write you a check."
Jason climbed from the pool and took the towel Carla handed him. He was beaming with joy; never had he been happier. As he dried himself, he began to whistle.
Carla kissed her husband on the cheek. "I'm so glad that you're enjoying yourself, darling. You mean so much to me."
"I really can't believe all this ... I mean, it's like a fantasy! I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and it will all have been a wet dream."
"It's no dream, darling ... but it is a fantasy! This is a world filled with pleasure, where there is no jealousy and no tears of pain. Dominique dwells in the sex-world, as did I before we were married."
"Yes ... I kind of gathered that."
"I wanted you to experience the joys and feelings and delicious sensations of that world. We've been planning this vacation for a long time ... and I'm so glad that it's all making you happy!"
"Yes ... I've never been happier."
Carla took her husband in her arms and they kissed long and passionately.
"You see, darling, I wanted both worlds. I wanted to be married to you and still experience all the joys and delights of my past lifestyle. I knew that I could have both worlds if I could show you, not just try to tell you, but actually have you experience all the pleasures and excitement of swinging."
"It's like having your cake and eating it, too," said Jason.
"Exactly! And it will work for us ... I think that's been proven by now. Yet, we're only starting ... "
The following evening, Dominique took Carla and Jason to her private jet and flew them to her home on the Pacific Ocean.
It was a beautiful chalet located on a very private section of beach. The house was huge and the beachfront property was immense, and all very secluded. A perfect retreat. There were no other houses for literally miles around, and the swinging threesome could romp and play and do anything they wanted in the open sun and on the large, white expanse of beach.
On their first night, Dominique had a dinner catered for them on her patio. When the meal had been served, she dismissed the caterers and the threesome removed their clothes and ate in their birthday suits.
After dinner, Jason wanted to go for a swim in the ocean. He stood up and went running out across the sand, and Dominique watched his naked buttocks bounce as he ran in the moonlight. She watched him splash through the water and dive into a rushing wave and dip beneath the surface, his well-muscled body working as he swam and she thought, yes ... he would make the perfect mate.
Jason swam for a while, working off his big meal, and then he came to rest in shallow, thigh-deep water. He stood alone in the moonlight and let his mind finally think about Spring Savage.
Jason had put her out of his mind, deliberately, but he had also promised himself one orgasm, one fantasy, thinking about his ex-girlfriend and recalling their sensual times together. Then he would try to put the lovely little blonde sex-tigress out of his head for good!
Jason remembered Spring-her body, her voice, her sweet and juicy pussy-and he looked down at himself and watched as his manhood hardened. He reached down to help, rubbing his sex organ into a full erection. He sighed and began to work his hand seriously.
But as he began to jack off in earnest, surprisingly it wasn't Spring he could think about ... it was a girl named Linda whom he had met a few years before at a party. She was a lush blonde and she had put the make on him, coming on with the obvious intent of getting Jason into her bed. But that had been in his old life, when he never considered being unfaithful to his wife, and he had put Linda off.
Many times he had wondered how it could have been ... would have been ... if he had accepted her offer of sex. And if only it was now that he had met her, when he could take her and mount her and possess her the way he had wanted to so badly! God ... how he wanted to fuck that girl! He had been such an ass!
Now, as he stood in the rolling surf and masturbated, his fantasy turned from Spring's charms to Linda's, and the big "what if" came back to smack him in the libido. He imagined her lovely body pressed against him, her great ass pumping and rising to meet the strokes he was delivering into her tight twat with his powerful cock, fucking ... fucking ... fucking toward a climax!
Jason closed his eyes and was lost in the sensations of his fantasy. He smiled and said, " ... yes...." and he was on the verge of a climax, he could just taste it, when he felt something else, another hand. He opened his eyes to see Dominique standing in the water next to him, playing with his aroused dick.
He let her hand replace his own and he looked into her eyes, and there were the old feelings again. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of mischief and longing. Then the lush blonde ducked to her knees and took Jason's length into her hot, wet mouth and started sucking him off.
She quickly, expertly used her tongue and lips to bring him to his moment of release. Jason gasped and shot his load down her throat. Dominique stroked his entire wad out into her mouth and swallowed the sperm as it was delivered to her, until Jason's nuts were thoroughly spent for the moment. Then, without a word, she stood up and turned from him, running back toward the beach.
Now it was Jason's turn to watch her bouncing rear end as she fled from him and left him standing there-spent, happy and confused.
She had been like a water nymph ... a mermaid who came from the depths to savor his manhood, and then returned into her world.
Dominique St. Armanda was having some strange effects on Jason Hamilton's brain.
They stayed up very late that night, and Jason built a fire on the beach and they sat around it and told sex stories until the wee hours. They were still up when the sun rose. Then they went to sleep, there on the beach, curled up to each other, their hot bodies pressed tightly together.
The bright, morning sun shining in Dominique's eyes brought her awake. She gently rose to let the others sleep and she stretched her fine body. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day.
Dominique picked up a towel and went over to her bath house. She turned on the shower and stepped under the refreshing spray to let the water rinse her of sand and sweat.
She stood under the warm water and let her mind think about Jason. He was such a beautiful man! She thought about his cock shooting its load inside her mouth the night before, as she blew him in the surf, and her hand went down to her gash and she began to masturbate.
Her plan was working perfectly. Jason was changing, altering, becoming the man that she needed, and Carla deserved. But the modification was happening quicker, easier, than Dominique had anticipated, and it was all just too easy. She knew that Jason was the type of man they wanted all along, and only needed his inner self to be brought to the surface. And now that had happened and he was surpassing her wildest expectations with his sexual prowess.
As Dominique played with her cunt, she got one finger slippery with lube juice, reached around behind herself and readily inserted it into her butt hole. She put her other hand to work on her crotch and used both to bring on her pleasure.
Soon she had herself moaning in ecstasy. "Oh! Jason! Jason! Take me!" She called out her fantasy and her body began to shake with orgasmic spasms.
When she was finished with her morning release, she dried herself off and went to her house where she began to prepare a ham and steak breakfast, with eggs, toast, coffee, the works.
She wanted her friends to start their day right.
They all sat on the patio and ate the fantastic meal that Dominique had prepared. Over coffee, they talked, and Jason began to ask all the questions that were building up in his mind.
"This is all a fantasy, I'll agree to that ... but is it right to leave the real world and escape to all this ... this ... self-indulgence?"
"Of course, darling," said Dominique. "There is nothing wrong with escapism. It keeps a person healthy, in both mind and body."
"Everyone needs a hobby," reminded Carla. "What's wrong with having romantic sex and love adventures as a pastime? You can forget your problems and turn your mind and body loose on pleasure for a while."
"But the real world still exists ... with all its strife, misery, famine, wars ... is it right for us to just turn our backs on all that and devote so much time and energy to personal pleasure?"
"Jason ... for the Goddess's sake!" said Dominique. "You aren't hurting anyone, or leaving the real world, or causing any harm to anyone ... you are simply enjoying yourself ... making your own mind and body healthy and happy."
"I don't feel we should dwell in the sex-world, like Dominique does, darling," said Carla. "We are only visitors, indulging for a while and enjoying its sensations for the moment. Dominique is one of the creators of the subculture. She makes her life, and living, inside this world. We only enjoy what her artistic talents have created."
"Look at ancient Rome ... and Greece ... and Hyperboria ... all mighty, structured, proud societies, just like our contemporary system. Yet they all crumbled and it was from inner rot. Aren't we helping to create a type of weakness inside our society?"
"Dear Goddess!" said Dominique, with a shake of her pretty head. "I knew you were going to bring that up. They all do."
"And what's all this Goddess crap?" asked Jason. "You women can't even curse properly!"
"Don't get mad, darling," said Carla. "There are many titles for the Supreme Being. We happen to believe that it is a female, that's all."
"Bullshit!"
"I'm not going to argue about religion with you, Jason," said Dominique. "Nor do I want to argue about my lifestyle anymore. I thought you were having a good time."
"I am ... believe me. And I really appreciate everything. It's just ... I guess I was feeling a bit guilty and self-indulgent."
"There's no reason to feel guilty."
"Of course not, darling," said Carla. "This is our vacation ... we're supposed to be self-indulgent. The whole point of a vacation is to get away and forget the rest of the world."
"Yes ... but, Jesus Christ, Carla! This is changing our lives! You know it is! We can never go back ... not now! Not after all the things we've seen and done! Not after I've learned the truth about myself!"
"But we can ... we have to!"
"What is the truth, Jason? asked Dominique.
"Just look at me!" Jason stood up and pushed his bathing suit down and let his hard, big dick spring into the morning air. Carla caught her breath when she saw her husband's massive penis-hard, hot and ready. "Look at the man I am! The powers I have in my body! I never had this feeling before ... this feeling of might and sexual strength!"
"Maybe it's a passing thing," suggested Dominique.
"I hope not!" said Carla.
"Bullshit! You know better than that, Dominique! I just never knew how sensual I was ... you brought it out in me."
"You brought it out in yourself."
"Like Hell! It was you ... with all your teasing and flirting and leading me through your empire of smut!"
"Jason!" Carla couldn't believe her husband was talking like this. "You should be thanking Dominique. She's just been trying to show us a good time."
"He's just confused, honey," said Dominique. "I've seen it happen before. It happens to every man after he's made love to his first woman ... all his life, mother, the church and the world have told him that it's wrong to make love to a woman other than your wife ... yet it feels so good. He wants more, but he doesn't want to do wrong. He usually turns on himself and gets mad for being so confused and uncertain. And he actually feels guilty for liking the sensations of healthy sex." Dominique shrugged. "It's just the way our society is structured. Sex, pornography and sensual pleasure are sinful, yet military slaughter is proper."
"Sometimes I feel that I never should have quit the Air Force," stated Jason. "I was just so in love with Carla, and it felt so very wrong to mix her with the military system ... it never would have worked."
"I quit my world to come to you, too," admitted Carla. "I loved you tremendously ... and still do. I just want ... wanted to go back ... to let you know and see and feel what my world is like."
"I know."
"You don't have to stay," said Dominique. "You may leave at any time."
"No ... really. I ... I'm sorry," Jason sighed and sat back down in his chair. "I'm just a bit confused about the way I feel. It's pretty tough to go through these changes."
Carla leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Of course it is, baby. Everything has been so fast and exciting lately. We all need time to catch our breaths."
Dominique watched Carla and Jason kiss. Everything was fine, now, but she was worried.
Jason Hamilton had just taken a giant step backward in his progress.
The yacht cut a clean path in the moonlit waters. The shore was just barely visible in the dark, and the trip was kind of spooky for Carla.
At the helm, Dominique was seriously wondering if she was doing the right thing. She sat in the captain's cabin and pondered the ocean while she thought seriously about what was about to happen.
Was Jason ready for where they were going? Should she be cooling it a bit ... letting him get his bearings before slinging more adventure and stimulations at him? The conversation they had that morning was still bothering her, even though the remainder of the day had been pleasant and very happy in mood. Still ... Jason and Carla were about to see some incredible things ... should she continue?
Dominique adeptly pulled her boat into the docks outside a marina up the coast. She then led her friends to a very fancy restaurant called Aquatonia. The exterior of the building was built like an underwater city with turrets, bubbles and domes.
Inside, the entire room was surrounded by a glass tank that the patrons could watch nymphs swimming around in. The lovely girls twirled and dipped and glided in the water, along with assorted fish and aquatic life, and it caused a really beautiful effect of the entire place seeming to be under the sea.
Jason and Carla loved the ambiance. They were in a great mood throughout the fine supper of fish and clams. Afterwards, they had drinks and Dominique told them that the entertainment became very interesting after midnight.
At precisely twelve, all the girls climbed from the water and stood on the little diving platforms over the huge tank. A speaker system clicked on and the voice of the emcee brought the room to full silence.
"Ladies and gentlemen ... welcome to the world of Aquatonia! Tonight you are going to witness a spectacle few beings from the surface world have had the privilege to view!"
The restaurant suddenly darkened. It was now lit by tiny star lights in the high ceiling. The water tanks burst with a new light, a soft, bluish light like the intense rays of a full moon. The girls simultaneously removed their bathing suits. Their lovely bodies shone in the soft light, and each of the twenty young girls was a sheer beauty.
Dominique looked over at Jason to see how he was taking all this, and she gave a little sigh of relief when she saw the big grin on his handsome face.
"It is the night of the full moon," continued the emcee. "Our lovely water nymphs are to be mated. They will swim into the open waters and wait for their lovers to come."
The girls all dove cleanly into the tank and swam down to the bottom. Just then, twenty muscular nude men sporting flaming erections came out and stood on the platforms.
"Wow!" said Carla. "This is getting wild!"
"Just watch," said Dominique.
"Now our young lovers will finally be able to join and release the passions they have inside of them," said the emcee. "This is the moment they have been waiting for!"
The men dove into the tank and the girls all pushed off the bottom and swam up to meet them. Then, all around the room, with a houseful of patrons watching, they began to have sex.
Carla was mesmerized by the show. There was love and passion taking place all around her. She didn't know which way to look!
She watched one lovely mermaid suck a man to a climax, pulling her face away from rum so he could come in the water, releasing his sperm for everyone to see. It wafted out of the throbbing head of his cock and became lost in the water.
Carla turned and saw one of the mermaids eating the pussy of another of the girls. A nymph next to them had two of the men, one in the front and one up her rear end. They were churning up the waters around them, lost in pleasure, and the two men used the mermaid's body expertly.
Carla turned again just in time to see a man insert his entire hand up to the wrist in a beautiful girl's cunt. He began moving it around inside of her and this drove the woman wild.
The show was really picking up now! All the water lovers were having sex. There was fucking, sucking and jerking going on all throughout the tank.
Jason watched the incredible show with remarkable interest. Those men ... they were all powerful lovers. They had strong, virile male members ... just like his, and somehow watching them in sex action didn't make him feel like such a freak anymore. He had brothers.
One of the mermen swam over and rubbed his dick on the glass front of the tank, getting himself off in that manner. His white cum spit out at the patrons and smeared on the glass.
One of the mermaids finger-fucked herself, and Jason saw her mouth open and emit a stream of bubbles as she had her public climax. He had to wonder if any of the performers ever drowned.
The tank was teeming with bubbling eruptions. The girls and mermen were exploding with sexual release everywhere. One man came deep inside a nymph's asshole. Another jacked-of f and let the audience see his shooting lust. Another man pulled out of the cunt he was fucking to proudly display his juicy climax.
It went on and on. Some of the men held back for an hour before ever releasing a load. Others had three and four spurting climaxes, shivering in delight through each luscious spasm. The mermaids swam around and came with lusty abandonment, and they serviced their men and urged them on to their moments of wet release.
When the last man finally released his spunk between the breasts of a lovely nymph, the show was over and the lights in the tanks went off. The house lights came on full again, and there was a long moment of silence, followed by thunderous applause. All the actors and actresses came out, holding hands and now garbed in bathing suits, and took bows.
The audience stood and applauded. Dominique looked over and saw Jason standing and clapping madly with everyone else. She breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Back at the chalet, Jason and Carla went to bed together and made slow love. Afterwards, Jason held his wife tenderly and whispered into her brown hair. "And they say there's no romance around today ... shit! You just have to know where to find it."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They spent Sunday morning lounging around the huge house, and in the afternoon, Dominique had to leave and fly to Hollywood on business. She left her beach house to Jason and Carla and they all agreed to meet back at the Las Vegas penthouse on the following evening.
All day long, Carla talked about the underwater sex show. She had thoroughly enjoyed it so Jason suggested that they go back for an encore that night.
They took Dominique's yacht and headed out for the nightclub. When they arrived, they found that the restaurant was open, but there was no floor show. That only took place on Friday and Saturday nights.
Carla was very disappointed. She had had her heart set on seeing the wet sex action again. The waiter was very cordial, apologizing to her repeatedly. Jason saw his wife pouting and looking sad, so he ordered lobsters and a bottle of the best champagne Carla's favorite-for supper. This cheered her up a little bit.
On their way home it was obvious that Carla was still feeling bad, so Jason decided to try something else to help. He shut down the engine and stopped the boat in a patch of moonlit ocean. He went over to his wife, who was leaning against the deck rail, and lifted her short dress and pulled down her panties. Then Jason dropped to his knees and started eating her snatch.
Carla gasped. She leaned back and presented her pouting sex to Jason's probing tongue. Soon she was squirming with pleasure, glowing with her delight in the soft moonlight, and emitting tiny cries of joy.
"Oh! Ohhhh! Jason! That feels nice! Yes! Oooooooo!"
Carla suddenly grunted and grabbed her husband's head, pushing his face tightly against her quivering crotch. Jason forced his wet tongue deeply into her vagina. Carla orgasmed and Jason felt her entire body tremble with her bliss.
"Yes! YES! I'M COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!"
Carla smiled and hummed happily all the rest of the way back, and Jason was glad his cunnilingus trick had worked.
Monday was a restful day. Jason and Carla spent the morning sunbathing and swimming in the ocean.
After lunch, they packed and got ready to go back to Las Vegas.
At four, a car arrived for them and drove them to the airport where they boarded Dominique's private plane.
They arrived at the penthouse in Las Vegas before dinner. Dominique was not home yet, but she had a telegram waiting for them as well as a meal prepared and catered.
Dominique arrived at her home at nine that evening. Jason and Carla were just lounging around, waiting for her.
"Sorry I'm late," said Dominique. "I had a late photo session to direct, and I just couldn't get out of it. You shouldn't have waited for me ... you could have gone out on the town."
"That's okay," assured Carla. "Really ... we're a bit tired and can use the rest."
Dominique fixed herself a late snack and they talked together for a while, light conversation, and then they all went to bed.
It was a mild reprise before the next adventure.
The next morning, they all had an early breakfast together.
Dominique had to work that day, but she told them that she had the rest of the week off, and she had a special surprise in store for them.
"What is it?" asked Jason.
"You will find out when it happens."
"You'll have to go some to beat The Ranch and your west coast retreat," said Jason. Dominique just smiled.
Carla spent the day shopping, while Jason went to a few of the casinos. He got back to the house before the girls and he exercised, swam and took a nap in the sun.
That evening, Dominique was exhausted and excused herself to go to her bed early again. Jason and Carla sat together on the terrace and watched the stars.
Jason smiled ... only a few weeks ago he had been sitting at his home, looking into the night sky and wondering what was out there ... what he was missing ... and now he knew.
Carla saw her husband smiling and she leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, darling," she said. "I want you to be happy."
"I am happy," he assured her. "I'm relaxed, now ... and learning to enjoy myself."
The next morning, Jason rose to find Dominique already up, dressed in her sexy bikini, and having coffee on the terrace. Jason poured himself a cup and joined her.
"We'll be leaving right after lunch," said Dominique.
"Oh? Where are we going?"
"Mexico."
Jason laughed. " Where in Mexico ... it's a big place, you know."
"Just north of Guadalajara, about a hundred miles from the west coast. There's a resort there."
"And I'll bet there's a lot of sex."
Dominique smiled.
Carla joined them, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Jason poured his wife a cup of hot coffee. "Looks like we're off again, honey. Dominique is taking us to Mexico."
"Oh ... goodie!" responded Carla.
Dominique insisted on being very mysterious about exactly where they were going and what they were going to do. Jason quizzed her all morning, but the lush blonde only smiled at him and told him to be patient.
She promised Jason that the trip was going to be very exciting, and the place they were going to was certainly fantastic beyond their wildest imaginings. These hints only made Jason more curious, as Dominique well knew they would.
"How long has it been since you and Carla had sex?" asked Dominique.
"Saturday night," answered Jason, "when we got back from the nightclub. Then Carla had an orgasm on my tongue on Sunday, and I think I heard her jacking off in the shower last night ... but I haven't gotten laid since Saturday. Why?"
"I've purposefully kept your minds off sex the past couple of days ... it hasn't been easy! But I want you both ripe and ready for the rest of the week, and what's going to happen to you. So, for the remainder of the afternoon, no matter if you're climbing the walls, don't have sex! You'll want all of your resources for tonight."
It all seemed very mysterious. Now Jason and Carla spent the rest of the day thinking about sex. It was bad when you knew that you couldn't have it.
By mid-afternoon, both Jason and his wife were so hot that they couldn't move around without fear of going off. A cold shower helped a little.
Dominique was glad to see her friends in such a state of horniness, and laughed when Carla told her how she and Jason were feeling.
"Good, darling," said Dominique. "You must be ready for tonight."
The day went impossibly slowly as the adventurers packed and made ready for the trip. Finally, five o'clock came around and Dominique's limousine arrived to pick them up. They made their way through rush-hour traffic to the airport and again boarded Dominique's jet.
As Jason was climbing the steps into the plane, he heard the captain ask Dominique, "Where to, Ms. St. Armanda?"
"To the Temple," she replied.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The jet cut through the blue sky. As it descended, they could see the incredible Temple below.
It was located in a clearing of dense jungle that looked about three or four acres large. In the very center was a hotel that was built to look like a temple from the lost ages of Atlantis of Hyperboria. The hotel was huge and dominated over a quarter of the grounds. Behind the building was a lagoon with a waterfall. In front of the hotel were a patio, pool, cafe and bar.
The grounds were surrounded by thick jungle foliage. The jet made its pass over the Temple and then dipped. Jason could now see the clearing where the runway had been built. He took a fleeting look back at the grounds and saw people romping, swimming, playing and, yes, fucking, everywhere.
He turned to Dominique, who was sitting in the seat next to him. "Why is it called the Temple!"
"Because it is a place where our cult can meet and practice our beliefs. We are pleasure-worshippers, and this is our retreat, a resort where elite, beautiful swingers can come for pleasure and sex. Sounds like fun, doesn't it, Jason?"
"Sounds different."
"You'll see what it's all about in a minute or so. I know you'll like it."
Their pilot brought them in smoothly and as soon as they were on the ground, they began to gather their gear up. A jeep was waiting for them outside, and it drove them on the bumpy dirt path to the main gate. There, Dominique had to show her pass, but the guard only had to take one look at her and he let her pass.
"The Temple is secured very well," explained Dominique. "There won't be any party-crashers here."
The jeep drove them to the beginning of the grounds and stopped. They walked the rest of the way.
Carla was very excited. Her eyes drank in the sights. Everywhere, young and beautiful people were playing and enjoying themselves. Most were clad in sexy bathing suits, but a few were completely nude. She noticed that the swimsuits were going off and on with regularity.
They were led to the hotel by servants who took their bags straight to their rooms. Dominique was expected and merely had to sign in at the front desk.
They went to quickly change into their bathing suits and then met back in the lobby. Dominique led them outside and took them on a tour of the grounds.
They followed a path and circled around the Temple to the lagoon in back. It was a large pool of clear, sparkling water. The falls roared as the foaming waters continuously dropped from the opening in the rocky ledge, emerging from an underground grotto. Tie cliff rose about twenty feet, and on top stood a very odd object. Jason squinted against the lowering sun and saw the large statue of a naked woman, beautifully detailed with breasts and cunt, and long hair ailing richly down her back. The statue was made of polished marble, like one of the Greek idols of lost gods and warriors of the past.
Dominique saw Jason looking up intently at the statue and she smiled. "That is my Goddess ... Dimitria, the Priestess of Love. She oversees things here."
Jason stared at the glorious woman who looked continuously over the Temple grounds from her rocky perch. He was fascinated.
Carla was interested in other things. She was watching a muscular young man enter a lovely blonde girl under the sparkling waterfall. He pressed her back against the smooth surface of the cliff, and the girl threw her head back and cried out when the man plunged into her. Carla watched the entire length of his throbbing cock slide into the blonde's vertical slit.
Another man climbed from the water and began to rub his aroused organ against the warm, smooth sur face of a rock. Carla watched the domes of his muscled ass shudder as he ground his dick onto the stone surface, screwing it as if it were a woman.
Over on a patch of thick, green grass, a beautiful woman lay down on her stomach and a handsome man kneeled over her and spread her ass cheeks so he could enter her there. Carla watched the man's cock go in until it was buried to the root in the woman's rectum. Then, the pair began to move sensually together, having a slow anal screw.
Carla heard a gasp of joy and her gaze suddenly turned to a man who was standing thigh-deep in the shallow end of the lagoon. A black-haired girl had just brought him to his moment of release in her mouth. The young man thrust his hips forward and unleashed his passions out into the girl's face. Two white streams of his lust drooled out of her lips and down her chin.
Directly behind them, a girl was also in the throes of intense sexuality as she masturbated on a patch of grass. Her luscious buttocks were bouncing on the ground, forming a dent in the earth, as her hands brought her to a quaking climax.
As Carla watched the sex action going on around her, her own hand went inside her bathing suit. This was like a dream world, where passion and pleasure ruled. Carla had known about the Temple, but never had the chance to visit it. Now that she was here, she knew that all the rumors were true, and this was going to be the ultimate sensual experience.
Dominique looked at her lovely girlfriend. Carla's eyes were glassy with lust and dream-like passion. She saw Dominique smiling at her and said, "Our Goddess, Dominique! This place is fantastic!"
"I'm glad you like it."
Dominique continued to give them the tour of the grounds. All around, people were having pleasure and sex. Moans of joy and cries of passion intermingled in the jungle breezes. Young, good, tanned bodies bounced all around the grounds, going from one sensual experience to another.
"This place is completely private," Dominique told them. "We are surrounded by dense jungle and armed guards. This gives us the freedom to do whatever we want." As if to prove her point, a couple dropped to the earth and began copulating right in front of them.
They arrived at the outside bar and Dominique ordered three mugs of cold draft beer. They drank these down and looked out at the lovemaking people. As the sun set, the action was picking up. Bathing suits were being tossed away and nude bodies were romping everywhere. Couples, threesomes, foursomes coupled, joined and began moving in the ageless dance of love.
Soon, Jason and Carla had seen enough and just couldn't hold back any longer. They couldn't control themselves and they both shed their bathing suits and began groping and feeling each other on the spot. Carla dropped down and pulled her husband on top of her, and Dominique saw her grab his buttocks and claw at him with lust. He mounted her and they began fucking.
Dominique watched them for a while. Carla's body rose and fell to the tempo of her husband's strokes. Her ass churned, grinding his manhood inside her sex slot. She was moaning and panting with her building desire. Carla was an extremely sensuous woman, and Dominique noticed how she bit her lip to stifle her outcry of lusty delight as her body shook beneath her husband in its initial climax.
Dominique gave a little laugh and then went toward the Temple, where she was going to make preparations for dinner.
When Dominique came back outside, she found Jason swimming in the pool in the nude and Carla kneeling on a patch of grass while a young man screwed her from behind.
Dominique sat down in a lounger and watched. It was amazing ... Jason swam in the water while less than thirty feet away, his wife was being fucked by another man. He had certainly changed over the past weeks. There was no jealousy, no insecurity, no anger. Jason had become a sex-man.
Dominique looked at the balling couple. The man's hips were pistoning and he worked hard and diligently to enjoy Carla. By the expressions on their faces and the way they were both grunting and clutching, Dominique knew that they were nearing climax.
Jason saw his blonde girlfriend, swam over to her and climbed out of the pool. Dominique saw him rise smoothly from the water, and she gave off a little gasp when she noticed his organ was again hard and ready.
Jason sat in the chair next to her and they talked for a few moments. Soon, Carla was finished with her screw and she walked over and joined them. The young man's juices were still running down her sexy thighs.
Carla sat down for a minute, but the feel of the sticky, cooling sperm became annoying. She excused herself and ran over and dove into the swimming pool to rinse her body off.
Jason stared after his wife, and Dominique saw his stiff manhood give a tiny jerk. "This is why I wanted you to be ready and horny tonight, darling," she said. "I wanted you to be able to feel the whole wonderful sensation of abandonment and lust we have here." As if to prove her point, Dominique reached over and gave Jason's hard cock a squeeze, followed by a few sensual strokes.
Jason gasped. "Oh ... Dominique! Now I'll have to get off again!"
Jason looked at himself and took his dick in hand and began to jerk it. Suddenly, Carla came up out of the pool and dipped down to engulf her husband's enflamed sex tool in her mouth. She knelt down alongside Jason and sucked and stroked his dong with her lips and fingers until he stiffened, cried out and shot his hot cum into her talented mouth. Carla swallowed each and every drop of her husband's sperm and then released him. She smiled up at him, stood and ran back to dive into the water again.
It was about an hour until dinner. Jason took a quick nap while the two girls went swimming to gether. They enjoyed the water for a few minutes ant then climbed out of the pool and made love to one an other on a big towel.
When they were finished, they awoke Jason and told him it was time for supper. The sleep and sun am sex had refreshed him. He felt great and as hungry as a bear. But he also felt horny and he looked down at his long, hard prick and took it in his hand.
"Can I have a quick one first?" he asked Dominique. He moved his hand and gave his dick a few pulls.
"You'll have plenty of time for that, later," said Dominique. "Save your sperm!"
"Oh ... it'll only take a minute!" Jason groaned "Let me just put it inside of you and have a few strokes, okay?"
"Don't be so impatient, Jason," said Carla with a grin.
"Now put that away," suggested Dominique, indicating Jason's whang with a nod. "And come along We're starved!"
Jason reluctantly put on his bathing suit and followed the ladies to the cafe.
They had a delicious dinner. They sat at an outside table and watched the young lovers romping and playing all around them. Jason's cock never went down and stayed hard and uncomfortable in his briefs throughout dinner.
Dusk set in and torches were lit all around and over the grounds area. This gave the place a very exotic atmosphere.
Jason was impossibly horny. Watching the people as they fucked and sucked all over the place made him feel the urge to jump up and run down and grab one of the girls and just have sex with her. Under the table, his cock was drooling and jerking and he allowed his hand to sneak down and granted himself a few strokes.
He was throbbing and ready, his handsome face actually contorted with his lust. But Dominique made him sit tight and wait.
She certainly didn't help Jason's condition. It grew even worse when the girl at the table next to them suddenly groaned loudly and turned around in her chair and got off by rubbing her pouting sex on her seat. Jason watched her shudder with her delightful release, and he envied her. He moaned and felt his boner throb in his grasp beneath the table. He gave it a few more careful strokes, but he didn't want to go off in his hand, not with all those beautiful girls around, all ready, willing and able to be fucked.
Dominique reached over and patted Jason's leg. "Be patient, my darling," she said. "You will have a luscious reward."
But it was too late. Jason's newborn sexuality, his over-excited condition and his extreme eagerness were just too much for him. He gasped and his eyes bulged and he half-rose in his chair as his pecker jerked and shot out a delicious white stream that splashed on the underside of the table. Then he didn't give a damn what the women thought. He just wanted his release ... needed it ... and he called out his triumph and stroked furiously to urge all the juice from his spasming schlong.
Carla giggled. Dominique groaned in mock scorn and shook her head. Jason emitted a violent shudder as he finished his orgasm.
"Do you feel better now, darling?" asked Carla.
Jason actually blushed. "Yeah ... much!" He collapsed back in his seat and his chest rose and fell as he gasped in the aftermath of his autoeroticism.
All around them, the young people continued to shamelessly have their sex and lusty pleasures.
The night came on. The three adventurers had champagne and viewed the show as the patrons fucked and sucked one another in a continuous parade of horny delights. As the night went on, the action became hotter and hotter.
Finally, around three in the morning, things went quiet. The grounds crew and custodians began their work, preparing the facilities for the following day's fun and activities.
Jason and Carla were in their room, asleep, dreaming about their love and adventures.
Dominique sat outside, alone. She watched one last couple, naked and flushed from obvious sex, as they ran past her, laughing, toward their room. They disappeared inside the Temple, and Dominique rose from her chair and walked around to the back of the exotic hotel.
She climbed the long series of stone steps up the side of the cliff over the lagoon. She stood in front of the mighty statue of the Love Goddess and let her eyes gaze out over the Temple grounds.
"My realm," she whispered. She raised her arms above her head and looked at the moon. In a few more days it would be full and the Mid-Summer's Eve would be upon them, and it would be time for the Goddess to mate.
Dominique looked down at her body. She reached for herself and attained the orgasm she had been waiting all evening for with a few brisk rubs.
"Jason! This is for you!" At the very summit of her passion, she turned and kissed the statue on its breasts, and turned again and dropped head-first off the cliff into a long dive, filled with orgasm, her body spasming through the fall. She cut cleanly, with barely a ripple, into the lagoon waters.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Everyone slept in the next morning and met for brunch around noon at the cafe.
Over the meal, Dominique told her friends about the entertainment that went on continuously inside. It began at noon and ran until two in the morning.
Jason and Carla were both excited about seeing the show, and after brunch, Dominique took them inside.
The interior was very dark and it took them a while to adjust their vision after being in the bright, noonday sun. When he could begin to see, Jason noticed that the decor of the club was that of an African jungle. In the center of the room was a softly-lit platform where the sex performers did their acts. Right now, a very beautiful black girl was making love to herself on a tiger-skin rug. The soft light and the girl's oiled and muscular young body made what she was doing look exceptionally exciting.
The three adventurers stood at the door and waited for the hostess to lead them to a table. The pretty girl came over to them, smiled at Dominique and said, "Ms. St. Armanda ... I heard you were visiting. Please come this way."
They followed the beautiful hostess to a table in the back. They still had a fantastic view from this spot, but they were seated in a very dark, private spot where they could do just about anything they wanted without being seen.
Jason sat down and watched the ebony girl's body shudder on the little stage, and she groaned out loud as she climaxed. At the very peak of her passion, she arched her butt off the rug and shook, and the lights went out and plunged the entire club into darkness. In a few moments the lights came on again and the black woman was gone. In her place was a handsome, naked young couple who immediately dropped down onto the rug together and began to make passionate love.
The waitress came over to the table and Dominique ordered a pitcher of dark beer.
Carla was watching the action on the stage with an intense gaze. The man and woman were doing it in the missionary position, and Carla watched the man's well-muscled rump rising and falling as he enjoyed the girl under him.
The beer arrived and Jason poured three frosted mugs full. Carla didn't even notice. She was staring at the sexy pair on stage as they began moving faster and faster, and then the man pulled his massive cock out of the girl's love hole. She reached up and stroked it with her tiny hand and his juices sprayed out, glistening in the light for all the audience to see. The man's climax was also the climax of their act, and the lights again went out.
When they came on again, a man stood alone on the stage. He was very muscular, naked and extremely aroused. His huge dong stood up in front of him like a fleshy pole. The tiger-skin was gone, and he stood barefooted on the stage. The platform began to revolve, which was his cue to reach down and stroke his cock. His entire body rippled with muscular passion when he began to please himself.
While he pulled his meat with one hand, he reached behind himself with his free arm and inserted his fingers into his anus. He pumped his hand deeply between his ass cheeks while he continued to stroke his mighty manhood with the other.
Carla watched the revolving man giving himself his masturbatory pleasure. She sighed deeply as she watched his great body shuddering and rippling with his arousal. She watched his one hand gliding slowly up and down on his pole, and then he was turning. She saw his other hand plunging in and out between the muscled cheeks of his ass.
Jason noticed that the room was filled with spectators. There were only two tables that were vacant, and even while he watched, the hostess brought a foursome to one of those.
The club and its erotic show were obviously very popular among the visiting swingers. They liked to come in and watch all the sex action on the stage and get horny, then go out to have hot sex of their own. The show was obviously a very good stimulant.
The man on the stage was now quickly urging himself toward his moment of release. His hands were moving faster, one stroking with lightning speed up and down on his swelling staff, the other plunging furiously into his rectum. His body went tense, arched and stiffened. Carla saw his cock begin to swell mightily, readying for the climax. He stroked faster, faster, swelled and spit a stream of cum out of the head of his jerking dick. Carla saw a look of pure relief and pleasure wash over the man's handsome face. He probably prepared himself all morning for this moment, Carla thought to herself.
As the fourth copious spurt of jism shot out of the guy's dick, the lights went out, and Jason decided that he had had enough of the sex show and wanted to go back outside to get some of the afternoon sun. When the lights came on again to reveal two nude women who were about to make love to each other, Jason excused himself and left the club.
Carla, still staring intently at the stage, hardly even noticed her husband go. She took a sip of her cold beer, and watched the girls begin their sex-play.
Dominique saw her friend staring at the stage, and she gave a little chuckle. She was happy that Carla liked the show so much.
Dominique watched for a few more minutes while the two girls on stage formed the classic soixante-neuf position and began to eat one another. The platform started revolving again, to show the patrons the lovemaking girls from all angles. She then explained to Carla that she had seen the show many times before, and also excused herself.
Dominique went to her room. She stripped from her blouse and slacks and stepped naked into the shower. She quickly soaped her entire body, then inserted one soapy hand into the crack of her womanhood and the other up her ass. Then, she mimicked the man on the stage and echoed his orgasm in the shower as her two hands worked like machines within her body.
Outside, Jason was lying in the sun, wearing his little swimming briefs, thinking about sex and growing hard, when a very pretty girl walked over to him.
"Hi," she said, standing next to him.
Jason opened his eyes and squinted against the sun. He looked up the two shapely legs, over a flat, smooth belly, over two firm, round mounds of titflesh encased in a very tiny bikini, and he grinned. "Hello," he replied.
"I'm Janet. What's your name?"
"Jason. It's nice to meet you, Janet."
"That's my husband over there," she said. She pointed, and Jason looked to see a man rubbing his long, hard cock between a blonde girl's bare boobs.
Jason watched the event for a moment, and then saw the girl turn around and lift her rump and the man began rubbing in the pink crack of her ass.
"I saw you lying here," said Janet, "getting hard, and I decided not to let my horny husband have all the fun this afternoon." Janet quickly took off her bikini. "You're gorgeous." She crouched down next to Jason.
He stared up into her green eyes, sparkling with her joy, and her brown hair floated in the gentle breeze. She was a very lovely girl, and Jason wanted her.
He gave her a long, appraising look. He noticed that she was intently watching her husband and the luscious blonde a few yards away.
Jason turned and looked at the other couple. The man was moving very quickly now, rubbing his dong in long, jerky motions between the swelling buns of the blonde's perky backside.
"Oh!" sighed Janet. "He's about to go off! Let's watch!"
Jason watched as the man's entire body began to shudder and, sure enough, his dick came alive and spat a stream of cum onto the girl's sun-bronzed rump and back.
The blonde stood up before Janet's husband was even through coming, and she promptly bounced over and jumped into the pool to wash off. Janet's husband sighed, smiled and laid back listlessly on his beach towel.
Jason was responding. His own porker was now hard and throbbing inside his briefs. Janet noted this and reached down and pulled Jason's cock and balls out of the suit and gave the shaft a few strokes. It drooled in her palm, jerked to full hardness, and Jason couldn't suppress his deep groan of desire.
"Oh, baby ... " said Janet. She emitted a soft moan. "Now it's our turn!"
Janet pulled Jason's suit down and off with one smooth move. She quickly crouched over him and reached down to feel his manhood. She guided it between her straining buns and inserted Jason's cock between her quivering mounds and into her asshole. She lowered herself easily and swallowed Jason's prick all the way up her snug anus.
Jason went wild. He bucked and humped up at her as his big organ slid into her shit chute. Then he stroked his dork there, shoving and pulling it in and out of the impossibly tight and hot rectum he was pounding into.
Janet promptly had an orgasm. She leaned forward and rubbed her naked sex on Jason's hard belly and stimulated her quivering clit by doing so.
Jason felt his own big moment rising too quickly. He tried to slow down his movements, but Janet's sweet rear end kept on churning, hurrying him toward his moment of release in her shitter. Jason gave himself over to his passions and began to move faster, going for the big blow!
Janet felt Jason begin to fuck her asshole with a new determination. She gasped and yelled, "WAIT!" and she reached around and pulled Jason's pud forcefully out of her rear passageway. She adjusted herself, aimed again, and came back down.
But this time, the pretty brunette took Jason's length into her twat. "There!" she called. "Put it in there!"
Jason pushed up and felt his staff engulfed into the deep, wet warmth of her pussy. It felt so good! Her sweet depths swallowed him, stroked him with their satin muscles, took him as far as he was able to go up into the delicious haven of her cunt.
Jason closed his eyes and began to stroke. His cock pistoned up, in and out of the soft, liquid vise he was porking. Janet met his strokes, rising and falling to match his tempo, giving him an absolutely fabulous fuck.
"Yes," sighed Jason as he felt his sperm-loaded release begin to rise. "Yes ... this is it! This is life! This is living to the fullest. Oh, yes! Yes! NOW!"
Jason grabbed Janet's straining thighs and held on tightly as he felt the first sweet blast of his orgasm. His body stiffened, his buttocks rose and his back arched as he shot one wet blast of his seed after another into her churning belly.
Janet was with him, eyes shut and mouth opened so she could gasp through her climax, lost in her own passion.
Jason's body twitched. He moved to stroke out all his spunk into the girl he was mating with. And he loved it! He loved fucking!
And he knew that he would never again be the same docile man he had been before this incredible vacation.
He didn't want to be.
Inside the darkened club, Carla was viewing a girl on the stage jacking-off a prone man's excited penis. The man gasped aloud as the lady brought him to a gushing release. His sperm boiled out and drooled down the length of his staff and splashed onto his flat belly.
The girl adeptly brought out all the cum-juice from the man's organ and then released him. Carla watched the fellow rise shakily and walk, grinning with satisfaction, off the stage. The lights were no longer going out after the acts, and the performers walked through the crowd to let the spectators get a close look at their perfect bodies. Some of the women reached out as the spent man trod past, sneaking feels of his half-erect penis and hard buns.
The girl remained on stage. She began to fuck herself with a candle. She crouched, spread her pussy lips with one hand, and inserted the candle with the other.
Carla watched the candle appear and disappear into the young girl's delectable body. Jason's wife was getting very, very horny. She loved the heated passions that were building inside her bod. She smiled and gave a tiny shiver and her knees went together. She wanted to wait as long as possible before releasing some of her passion. She wanted it to build, burn, grow to a lust she had not known in a long time.
Carla Hamilton was also changing, reverting to her old self. She was becoming the passionate girl she once was, when she was young and free, and she loved it. It made her feel delicious.
On the stage, the girl had lit the candle and was stroking the unlit end in and out of her pussy with a fluid speed. The lights dimmed and the candle illuminated the girl's pubis, making it glow and stand out in the darkness. It was a very erotic sight-the hard candle going in and out of the wet cunt, the candle flaring, the rest of the girl hidden in the dark.
Carla couldn't help herself. She reached under her skirt and removed her sopping panties. It wouldn't hurt to take those off, and the cool air on her wet crotch made her feel even deliciously more ready.
On the platform, the candle suddenly burst and began to sprakle like a Roman candle firing off. The pussy it was moving in also jerked, fluttered and quivered in obvious climactic spasms. The actress moaned in the dark as she felt the myriad joys of her come.
Carla watched, gave another little shudder, and waited.
Outdoors, Jason was calling out his passion as his cock discharged a new load into Janet's mouth. She was on the verge of climax herself as he lifted his face and strained to tongue her snatch to its orgasmic goal.
Jason's oral canal and lips did their magic, and Janet shuddered through her come. Jason ate her through her climax.
Dominique came outside just in time to view Jason's gushing finale between Janet's lips. Their orgasms finished, the girl stood off the grinning Jason. He gave her delectable derriere an affectionate pat, and Janet ran over to join her husband once again.
Dominique smiled down at Jason. "My, my ... does your wife know what you're doing?"
"Probably," said Jason, grinning. "The question is ... what is my wife doing?"
At that instant, Carla was in her room, lying on her bed, naked, masturbating herself into a delightful frenzy. She was finally giving herself the pleasure she had wanted, had been building up while watching and drooling over all the erotic action in the sex show.
Her mind was on that show, going over all the incredible things she had seen, and the images came to her like an exotic collage of sexuality, stimulating her, making her masturbation intense and delicious.
It took only seconds for Carla to reach her first orgasm. She cried out and her beautiful butt rose from the bed as she strained her lovely body to its fulfullment.
Carla orgasmed over and over, blowing her ovaries time and again on her flashing hands. She cried with her passion, releasing herself with shuddering spasms of bliss, her body shaking violently with the sheer force of her lust.
But she didn't let it all go. She stopped and held back, saving some of her passion for later.
She stood up from the crumpled bed, shaky and flushed from her sex, put on her bathing suit and went out to join Jason and Dominique.
Jason went into the cafe to purchase a pitcher of iced tea. One of the waitresses came over to him. "Would you tell Ms. St. Armanda that she has a telegram?"
"Do you know Dominique St. Armanda?" inquired Jason.
"Know her! Well, of course!" said the waitress. "She's our boss!"
"Your boss! What do you mean?"
"Dominique St. Armanda owns this resort, sir."
Jason took the pitcher of tea out and told Dominique that she had a message. When the blonde left them, he said to Carla, "Did you know that Dominique owns this place!?"
"Sure," said Carla, pouring a glass of iced tea.
"She must be incredibly wealthy," said Jason.
"She just didn't want to put you off, darling ... or scare you."
When Dominique came back, Jason asked her about her ownership of the Temple and her wealth.
Dominique confessed. Indeed she did own the resort. She had designed it, created it and now she enjoyed it regularly. It was the ultimate place for her and her friends to go and abandon themselves to pleasure.
She was the leader of a cult of pleasure-worshippers, a large group of handsome, virile hedonists who were totally uninhibited with their passions.
"You're the ... the ... president of this ... cult?" asked Jason.
"Queen of the Temple of Love," retorted Carla.
"I believe the term is Goddess," corrected Dominique.
"I've never known a Goddess before," said Carla with a little laugh.
"Do you have any other surprises for us?" queried Jason.
"I also own The Ranch."
"Jesus Christ!" said Jason. "What else?"
"I own Aquatonia, the restaurant we visited with the underwater sex show. I created and choreographed that, also."
"Shit."
"Welcome to my world, Jason," said Dominique. "I have spent the last ten years of my life creating and building this realm. All my fantasies have been fulfilled. All my most sensual dreams have been turned into reality. Every pleasure I have desired has been granted to me ... except one. I have one more goal."
"What could that be?" asked Jason. "It seems as though you have everything."
"Not quite," said Dominique. "You will find out about my desire when the time is right."
"What are you talking about?"
"You will know soon enough, and...." Dominique smiled very slyly. "I have saved the best for last!"
The rest of the afternoon went by quietly. Jason continued to wonder what mysteries Dominique had in store yet, but whenever he questioned her, she just smiled and expertly evaded Jason's inquiries.
They had dinner in the indoor restaurant, a place where they could relax and escape the heated atmosphere of sex for a short while. The swingers could eat, talk and catch their breath between couplings in here. If the sudden, uncontrollable urge to have sex came upon you while you were in the restaurant, you had to rush outside to take your pleasure. All sex was forbidden in the bistro.
The relaxing dinner was a welcome break and the air conditioning felt great. "This is my oasis of normality in my realm of fantasy," said Dominique.
Jason was now fascinated with Dominique. They had a large supper and talked, and he continued to ask her questions about her life and desires that were extremely personal.
Dominique answered him coyly. Jason knew that all his queries weren't being fully answered. Mystery was just exuding from the exotic blonde, and Jason Hamilton was enthralled by her secretive charms.
After dinner, they enjoyed strong, black coffee, and Jason smoked one of his occasional-maybe three or four a year-cigars.
"How long has this place existed?" asked Jason, blowing a thin stream of blue smoke.
"Oh, hundreds of years," said Dominique. "I just bought and rebuilt the place and turned it into a love resort."
"Was it always a temple?"
"Yes. Years ago, virgins were sacrificed here to gods of the land. The bottom of the lagoon is covered with their bones."
"Christ!"
"He had nothing to do with it," said Dominique. "The gods were Old Ones, hideous entities who demanded lives and sacrifices."
"How come you turned it into a Palace of Love ... or whatever?"
"It was the perfect location."
"And Dimitria is your god ... that statue out there...."
"It is our Goddess" said Carla.
"Dimitria was the Goddess of Lust throughout many ages," explained Dominique. "Her worshippers can be traced back to ancient Damascus, where naked men were sacrificed to her in a bottomless pit of fire. These men were born for the sole purpose of making love to her and then giving their lives immediately afterward by jumping into the flames."
"Jesus," said Jason. "That was a hell of a climax."
"The ultimate climax," said Dominique.
"You ... don't still do that, do you?"
"Of course not," said Dominique with a sly smile. "But the mating ceremony still takes place. The male still experiences all the pleasures of mating with the Goddess, but he doesn't have to die afterward. He gives himself entirely through his orgasm and the releasing of his sperm into the Goddess's womb. It is her life's nectar, and she literally thrives on the male's semen."
"Lucky him," said Jason. "At least he doesn't have to die burning to death."
"No," said Dominique, almost to herself. "He won't have to die."
After coffee, they all went back to their rooms and put on their bathing suits again. They went out to the pool and romped and swam in the light of the burning torches.
All through the grounds, the people were starting to indulge in their nighttime sex and pleasure again. Orgies broke out, bodies began to couple in heated passion and the cries of lust and wantonness rang out in the night air. The torches became more intense as the night became deeper, and a total air of erotica covered the Temple like a blanket.
Carla removed her bathing suit and swam in the buff. After a long dip in the water, she climbed from the pool and sat in a lounge chair next to Dominique.
"How late does the sex show go?" asked Carla.
"Until around two in the morning."
"Can I go inside and watch it like this?"
"Well ... it's not customary, darling ... but go ahead. If anyone gives you any trouble, just tell them you have my permission."
"Thanks," said Carla and she promptly stood up and walked toward the sex club.
Dominique watched Carla's delectable ass sway nicely as she headed for the building. Her lovely buttocks were rolling with the obvious excitement she was feeling. Dominique smiled. The show had its effects on everybody....
Jason came out of the pool and took a towel. He began drying himself off and he walked over to Dominique. He saw the naked Carla walking away and asked, "Where's she going?"
"In to watch the show," explained Dominique.
"Like thatV smiled Jason. "God! She'll be a show herself!"
Carla sat at a table in a dark corner in the rear. No one seemed to pay any attention to the fact that she was bare-ass naked. The waitresses asked no questions, as they all knew that she was Dominique's friend and that they had better leave well enough alone.
All the spectators were busy watching the girl on stage screw herself with a long, thick vibrator. Carla stared at the sight and soon became enthralled with the performance.
Carla moaned, and her hands went to her nude crotch. She extended her legs and stretched out in her chair, her ass sliding on the cushioned seat. She began giving herself pleasure while she watched the show.
A continuous flow of performers engaging in their erotic acts paraded before her. They fucked, sucked, jerked, blew, spanked, performed sodomy, came, shook, called out with absolute passion, screwed some more, came some more, and were replaced by new actors and actresses who started all over again.
Carla watched all the action, never missing a stroke or glide or jerk of the lusty exhibition. She masturbated herself throughout, continuously working her fingers in her snatch, coming over and over, matching the action on the stage, spasm for spasm.
Carla sighed when every new, beautiful actor, couple, threesome, foursome or more came onto the stage. They were all gorgeous, all in fabulous condition and all very sexual.
Carla's brain reeled with her pleasures, but in between the fireworks she couldn't help but ask the obvious question....
Where did Dominique find all these actors?
Jason pulled his spent penis out of the blonde girl's sweet rectum. He looked down and noticed that it was still spurting little drops of cum.
The young girl smiled at Jason and thanked him. Then she turned and was gone into the night, and Jason realized that he hadn't even asked her name.
Jason, happy and spent from his evening of sexplay, walked over and sat in a lounger next to Dominique. They talked for a long time and then Jason yawned and realized that he was getting very sleepy. He stood up and excused himself to go up to his room and to bed.
Dominique sat alone on the pleasure grounds again. It was very late and only a few lovers were left, sighing their passions in the growing shadows.
Dominique sat and watched as the last young couple shuddered in each other's arms and climaxed. They then stood and picked up their swimsuits, walking toward their rooms. They parted when they reached the Temple door and Dominique smiled as she realized that they weren't staying together.
Finally alone, Dominique stood and stretched her feline body. She walked slowly around the hotel and up the stone stairs to her perch on the cliff. She looked up toward the night sky, and her hands immediately shot down to her hungry mound of sex.
Carla Hamilton gave off one last, little shudder as the final act ended with shared orgasms between her and the people on stage. Then, the show was over for the night.
Carla sat and watched the performers walk lazily from the center platform where they had just completed their sex acts. Two virile men had used a lovely woman, one in front and the other up the ass, until they all clung together and had their mutual orgasms.
Carla watched their fabulous bodies, covered with sweat and sperm, as they left the room. The cleaning crew was now at work, wiping down the tables and putting up the chairs. Carla saw one of the waitresses pick up a pair of panties, and Carla smiled as she realized that she hadn't been the only one finger-fucking herself during the show.
Carla looked around and noticed that she was the last customer in the place. She sighed and stood up. Better leave and let these people get on with their work, she told herself.
Carla's legs shook weakly as she walked out. A few members of the crew looked at her unabashed nakedness, but they had all seen so many good, healthy bodies that Carla's didn't make much of an impression.
How many orgasms had she had? Carla couldn't even begin to guess. One after another, time and again, she had let herself go, releasing her passions in time and tempo with those being spent on the stage. She lost count after the fourth come, and she didn't care. She only wanted to go off again, and again, giving her hot body a relief that it hadn't felt in years.
Carla's gams shook visibly as she left the club. She was filled with a total warmth, a feeling of being completely fulfilled, absolutely spent. She needed a breath of fresh air before she made her way to her room and fell into blessed sleep.
She walked-still nude and glowing-outside, the cool, night air feeling great on her sweaty body. It immediately rejuvenated her.
Carla turned and looked at the clear sky. There were a million stars shining over the Mexican night. It looked lovely and the wonderful girl sighed with a feeling of joy.
Then she noticed a figure standing against the night sky, lifting its arms to the statue of Dimitria, Goddess of Lust. Carla recognized it to be Dominique.
The lush blonde was standing on the cliffs over the lagoon. She was above the entire grounds, even above the trees of the jungle below her. Carla watched in awe as her friend reached for her crotch and speedily masturbated herself to a shuddering climax. Then Dominique turned and shouted one word:
"JASON!"
And she leaped high into the air and stretched into a perfect dive toward the dark waters in the lagoon below.
Carla gave a small shudder.
The Goddess had had her moment!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next morning, Jason and Carla awoke together in each other's arms.
Carla smiled up at her husband and kissed his chest. "Are you happy, my darling ... are you having a good time?"
"I have never been happier," stated Jason. "And I am having the best time of my life."
"I'm having fun, too," said Carla.
"I'm glad." He grinned and patted his wife's left breast. It jiggled nicely.
They lay in one another's arms for a long time, snoozing and whispering love talk between them. Then they rose and prepared for a new, exciting day at the Temple.
Everyone was enjoying the hot, morning sunshine. The swingers were swimming and having breakfast on the cafe patio, and a few were already beginning their morning sex.
Jason and Carla found Dominique sitting at a table, drinking orange juice and watching a young couple have a standing fuck almost directly in front of her. When Dominique saw her friends, she smiled and waved to them. They trotted over to join her.
"I took the liberty of ordering breakfast," said Dominique. "It will be here as soon as the waiter notices that you have joined me."
"Great," said Jason.
Carla was eyeing the screwing people.
"My young lovers are very impetuous," said Dominique. "Just look at them ... they can't even wait until after lunch to begin their sex-play." She nodded toward the pair, who were crying out and climaxing simultaneously. The man's penis was buried deep in the woman's crotch, and his balls were jerking violently as he unloaded his seed inside.
Breakfast arrived; scrambled eggs, ham, toast, juice and strong, black coffee. The three adventurers ate and drank their coffee and soaked up the early-day sun. They sat in their bathing suits and spent the whole morning relaxing, drinking coffee and watching the sights around them.
And there were plenty of sights to watch. It was an exceptionally active morning and all the horny swingers were ready for early action.
All around, beautiful people romped, played and made love. In the swimming pool, a man called out his pleasure as a girl stroked his juices out of his dick and into the water. The semen flowed out slowly and wafted around their naked bodies. On a rocky ledge, a man and woman joined together in the warm sun and balled. The girl kneeled down and let the man enter her from behind. They put on a public spectacle that lasted two full minutes. It ended with the girl having a violent climax and the man pumping furiously to his own wet release inside of her a moment later. A young girl, only eighteen or nineteen, masturbated in a lounge chair next to Jason; she hadn't even bothered to take off her bikini. Her hand dipped inside the bottom of her swimsuit and she used two fingers to skillfully stroke her clitoris. She brought herself to a quick, delicious orgasm. Another young girl was a few feet away, having her pleasure by rubbing her naked sex on a wet rock. This girl was in no hurry, moving slowly and enjoying each stroke of the stone on her pussy. She had stripped to her birthday suit and spent almost a half-hour on the stone, taking her pleasure. Finally, the passionate girl let herself go, and she moved faster and faster against the hard, warm surface. Jason saw her well-tanned buttocks quiver as she pressed against the stone and moaned out loud with her release. She gave a last shudder and then went completely lax, letting her body slide down into the cool water.
On the lounger next to Carla, a man was screwing his wife up her ass. Carla turned and watched unabashedly as the two anal-fuckers moved sensually with their combined passion.
That's the way it went all morning.
Around noon, Jason decided to go get some lunch, so he rose lazily from his lounge chair and walked toward the cafe. Carla watched her husband move away and her body tingled with the sight of his hard, browned, panther-like body. She was discovering new lust for her husband, as well as a new love. She never tired of him, never became bored with his body. But now, it was even better. He was like a new man ... yet still the same, and Carla realized with great inner pleasure that she could have the best of both her worlds with one man. Their marriage would be different from now on, freer. And Carla knew that she would never feel like an object again. She would be her own person with her own desires, needs and pleasures to be had. That's what swinging did.
Next to her, the couple on the lounger came to the finish of their anal sex and they both cried out with their joy. They had their comes-long and good-and then they stood up together and ran, hand in hand, to the pool and dove in.
Carla watched the lovers and smiled. That's how she and Jason would be from now on ... free, happy, healthy and good together ... yet able to pursue new pleasures and sensations when they wanted, making their lives exciting and innovative. In this manner, their marriage would last forever.
Carla sighed and looked up at the clear, blue skies. She wished that this day would never end, and the feelings inside her would remain there forever. She loved it here! She loved Dominique! She loved Jason, and the man he had become! And she loved life!
Jason came back after his snack with two mugs of cold, dark beer. He took a sip of his, getting the head down, and handed the other to his wife. He sat next to her and she leaned over and gave him a huge, passionate kiss.
"What was that for?" he asked, smiling broadly at her.
"That was just because I love you," she answered.
"I love you, too, Carla, honey ... very much."
"I know, darling. And I'm glad."
Jason finished his beer and then decided to go for a swim. He stood up and the urge to skinny-dip came upon him. So he slid off his bathing briefs and ran naked over to the swimming pool.
Walking across the patio, Dominique saw Jason dive neatly into the water and she sighed. She wanted that man so badly she could taste it. He was the most exciting man that she had ever met, and he was only beginning to realize his true potential. Dominique had known the finest sex-men in the entire underground culture of swingers, and fucked and sucked with them on a regular basis. But never had she met a man with more raw sexual power than Jason. She had opened doors for him, let in the light of a new world. And he had boldly submerged himself into her way of life. She knew that his marriage and lifestyle with Carla were now drastically changed because of her actions, but it was all for the better.
Dominique had but one more ordeal in store for Jason Hamilton ... the final lesson in sensuality. Only one more day and it would be their big moment together.
Dominique watched Jason's great body glide through the water. He finished his swim and climbed gracefully out of the pool. The combination of warm water, cooling air and sunshine had made him hard. He picked up a towel and walked slowly toward his waiting wife. Carla's eyes were on his growing manhood as it extended, swelled and stood at readiness. The beautiful day and glorious atmosphere were having their effects on him. Carla saw this and she looked into her mate's shining eyes. They knew that they were going to have each other ... pronto.
Dominique watched as, without a word being spoken between them, Jason and his wife prepared to fuck. Carla stood and removed her tight bathing attire, and then leaned over the chair and took hold of its back. Her rounded ass cheeks and pouting sex hole were presented to her husband to use and enjoy.
Dominique sighed with pure envy as Jason grasped Carla's hips and aimed his quivering pole at her vertical slot. He then slid it smoothly into her body, deep, all the way to the throbbing nuts with one plunge....
And Dominique St. Armanda sighed and knew a desire she had never known before.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Friday was a relaxing, lazy day at the Temple. It went fast and was filled with shared pleasures.
Saturday, Jason slept in almost until noon. He was feeling very listless that day and, after a brief workout, he took a long afternoon nap in the sun.
Night rolled around and Dominique treated Jason and Carla to a huge dinner. They spent a long time in the posh bistro, talking and joking together.
After two bottles of champagne had been emptied, the threesome was feeling a bit lightheaded. Dominique laughed at a story Jason told and then looked at her watch.
"I think it's about time," she said. "We should all put on our bathing suits and meet at the lagoon for an evening dip."
Dominique promptly stood up. Jason stopped smiling when he saw how stern and serious Dominique looked.
"Sure," he said, "but what's the big deal, Dominique? Don't look so mad."
Dominique stared at Jason and a smile came to her lips. "Of course, my darling ... it's just time to ... swim . ... "
In their room, Jason asked his wife if she noticed anything strange about Dominique's attitude.
"Oh, Jason...." said Carla, slipping out of her everung dress. "It's just that she ... I ... "
"What the hell's going on?" inquired Jason when he noticed the weird way Carla was now acting also. "Is something wrong?"
"No ... of course not. Everything is perfect ... That's just it."
"Just what!"
"Oh, darling ... no matter what happens, please just know that I love you."
Jason was now truly disturbed, to say the least, by the mysterious way his wife and their friend were acting. He put on his bathing suit, shrugged and followed Carla outside.
As soon as they entered the grounds, Jason knew that something was happening. There was no one around! No one was swimming or dining or screwing. The place looked deserted.
One young man in jogging shorts ran past and Jason reached out and grabbed his arm. "Hey! Where is everyone?"
"Around by the lagoon," said the young man. "We're all gonna watch some wild ceremony."
Jason released him, and the man quickly ran away. This is getting weird."
"Come on, darling," said Carla. She began walking toward the lagoon.
"Don't you think we should wait for Dominique?"
"She'll find us," assured Carla, and she walked around the Temple.
Jason followed his wife. When he came to the lagoon, he saw. where everyone was. Literally all the guests, about a hundred swingers, were gathered there. Torches were burning all around the waters and a man was on top of the cliff, lighting two more large flames in front of the statue of the Goddess. It was quiet for such a loud gathering, and everyone was whispering and looking up at the cliff.
Then everything came to Jason, and he understood. It was like a light going on in his head. He stirred, feeling the inevitable tension in his loins, and then he realized that he hadn't had a single orgasm yet that day.
Jason glanced at his wife, and she gave him a little, reassuring smile.
"It's the Mating Ceremony, isn't it?" questioned Jason. "And I'm the one ... "
"Yes."
Then Dominique walked out from behind the statue, and everything went deathly quiet. Jason looked up at her and his heart beat rapidly and his pulse raced and he had to sigh at her beauty.
She was wearing a very tight dress that hugged her flawless form all the way to her ankles. The dress looked Oriental or Egyptian, and was, in fact, the ceremonial garb worn through the ages by the Goddess of Lust during her Mating Ceremony.
Dominique was certainly a beautiful girl, but never had she appeared lovelier. Never had any woman appeared lovelier. She was the ultimately desirable creature, and loud gasps could be heard throughout the crowd of swingers.
The incredible dress was very low-cut, and Dominique's firm breasts swelled over the top. They jiggled when she walked.
Dominique stood at the edge of the ledge and raised her arms above her head. Every person below was watching her intently.
"It is the night of the Summer's Eve, and the night for The Mating!" Dominique shouted. "Among you is a man who is worthy to seed a Goddess. He has proved himself to be worthy of this task. He is a god among men ... a hero of this age ... and he will be the one to give of himself so our bloodline may continue."
Dominique turned and Jason saw that the dress was just as low-cut in the back, and the round mounds of her perfect ass swelled above it and the top of the crease could be plainly seen.
She just looked so beautiful ... so desirable!
Dominique kneeled down before the idol of her Goddess and said a prayer. She then stood back and turned to address her people.
"She was the first ... Dimitria, Goddess of Lust at the First Temple of Pleasure. There have been many since her ... through the ages we have been born and given life to new Ones. On this night, I shall be the receptable and my mate will take me completely. To be born again, I will give myself, I will submit, and in the fires of my climax, Life will be given!"
The crowd began to shout, "SHE SHALL BE BORN! SHE SHALL HAVE LIFE! SHE SHALL COME AMONG US!"
Jason was surprised to see his wife shouting right along with the rest of them.
The chanting stopped when Dominique raised her arms again. "I have searched over the world to find the right man. There have been a few who were certainly considered, but only one has proven himself to be totally worthy. His seed will be strong in me, and this strength will be the fertile nectar to make the New Goddess.
"The Old Ones have departed ... the days grow short for this life ... it is time to prepare and bring forth a New Goddess!"
This started the crowd yelling again, with even more vigor than before. "SHE SHALL BE BORN! SHE SHALL BE AMONG US! SHE SHALL COME FOR US!"
"When does the coming start?" asked Jason. He whispered this to Carla. He was enthralled by all that was happening, but not really taking it seriously.
But Carla was. She turned to Jason and gave him a look full of fire. He smiled sheepishly at her, and decided he better just be quiet and go along with everything.
Dominique raised her arms and the chanting stopped again. "He is among you, the man whom I have chosen. It is on this night that we shall join our bodies and I will take his Life into me, and in the fires of our shared passion, the New Goddess shall be conceived."
The chanting started again and Jason sighed.
Her arms raised and the noise stopped. Dominique spoke again. "It is time! This Man will now come to join with me. He will stand by my side this night, and he will enter into me before you, and I will give myself and be taken!
"It is time for him to join me ... JASON! JASON, MY LOVER ... COME UP HERE!"
Jason sighed again. "What do I do?"
"Go up there and join Dominique on the altar, darling," said Carla.
"You don't mind?"
"Of course not, silly."
"I think she wants me to fuck her up there in front of everybody."
Carla was about to lose her patience. "Of course she does, you dumb ass! That's what this is all about! That's why we came here! Don't you want to fuck her ... just look at her! You'd have to be out of your mind not to want to fuck that!"
Jason guffawed. "Yeah ... well, as long as you don't care...." He turned and trotted toward the stone stairs.
"Come to me, Jason ... it is you! You are the one!" Dominique was calling to him as he ran up the steps. She took his hand when he joined her, and they turned and looked down at the crowd below. Everyone cheered and applauded. Jason grinned and gave them a small wave.
Dominique whispered to Jason out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm glad you're going along with this."
"What do I do?"
"I'll direct ... just do as I say."
"Well ... to a certain point ... "
"You're going to get to make love to me ... you do want to fuck me, don't you, darling?"
"Sure."
"Well then, just play along for a while, and you'll have me in a moment."
Jason shrugged. He realized that he had been blown by Dominique, jacked-off by her, sucked off in her mouth, and he had eaten her and felt her and masturbated her to orgasm, but they had never fucked. In fact, Jason hadn't seen her actually fucking with anyone. She must have been saving it for this.
Dominique shouted down to the crowd. "You will now be the witnesses to a ceremony that has taken place throughout the ages. My Mother, and her Mother, and her Mother before her have all taken Men to mate with, and now I have my chosen Man beside me. It is his time to have the pleasures of my body given to him, as a gift, and I will in turn take his seed in me to create the New Life!"
More shouting and applause.
"IT IS TIME!" yelled Dominique over the thunderous noise, and she turned to Jason.
The crowd was going wild. They were literally mad with a screaming, shouting, stomping orgy of delight.
Dominique knelt before Jason. She looked up at him and smiled and he saw the fire in her eyes. They were sparkling with her lust and excitement.
"My hero," she said. "My chosen Man. I kneel before you and give myself, totally. I am yours!"
"Dominique ... you don't have to...."
"It's part of the act, Jason," she whispered.
"Oh."
Suddenly, Dominique reached out and yanked down Jason's swim suit. His massive, hard dong popped free and quivered in the night air. The crowd went silent and now only the soft, envious sighs of the ladies could be heard.
Dominique felt Jason's cock. She let her soft fingers move over its hardness, feeling, squeezing, stroking him. The prick quivered in her grasp, drooled and swelled to new proportions.
Dominique reached back, grabbed Jason's hard buttocks and pulled his groin toward her. She dipped her face and his entire stiff length plunged into her oral cavern.
The blonde Goddess bobbed her head and stroked his dick with her lips. Jason groaned and grabbed her head and his hips began moving, meeting her mouth strokes, fucking into her wet orifice.
In and out, the mighty male cock moved between Dominique's lips. It grew incredibly huge, aroused to the point of throbbing visibly, glistening with her saliva. She had him wet, swollen and ready when she finally released him from her hot mouth and stood up.
Jason shivered and tried to grab Dominique. His hard penis was jerking and pounding with readiness. He didn't care about the crowd or the ceremony now ... he just wanted to fuck!
Dominique took a step back and evaded his grasp. "Easy, darling ... we have to go slow. It's almost time. First, you must gently undress me and prepare me for our pleasure."
Dominique stepped over to him. He grabbed her and she tensed a moment. "Easy, darling ... easy." He let his fingers gently slip into the top of her dress and he began to slide it down. Her fabulous boobs bounced free and she said, "Slowly, darling. Now make love to my breasts." i Jason didn't have to be told twice. He dropped his head and began to suck on Dominique's left jug. It responded to his mouth, the nipple growing between his lips. He felt the soft, firm flesh quiver against his cheek. He reached up with a hand and began to feel and squeeze her other tit.
Dominique sighed and pushed out her breast. Her shoulders went back and she presented her proud knockers for Jason to enjoy. She gasped and her breath began to come in heaves, and Jason felt her entire body tensing.
She suddenly grabbed Jason's head and cried out with a soft call of passion. Her body shook as she had an orgasm. Jason had caused her to come just by sucking on her breasts!
When her little climax was past, she gently pushed Jason's face away from her jugs. "Now, darling, undress me the rest of the way."
Jason reached out and pulled the dress over her hips and down her legs. The crowd groaned aloud when it saw Dominique's beautiful cunt, shivering and shining in the moonlight.
The dress dropped around her ankles and she stepped out of it. She put her hands in Jason's hair and eased his face toward her crotch.
"Eat me a bit, darling. Make me ready for you."
Jason stuck out his tongue and the lips of her vagina parted for him. He began licking up and down her slash. He nibbled at her cut and it became hard between his lips.
Dominique sighed and began to gyrate her hips. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, letting all her senses concentrate on the feelings in her body.
Jason licked and sucked her cunt. He kissed her luscious legs and mound and gently blew into her love hole. This made her shiver and give off another tiny gasp of joy and she grabbed his head tightly and pulled his face against her groin.
Jason could barely breathe. He was being smothered in her muff. He sucked and ate desperately and then he felt Dominique shiver and quake with the spasms of a new climax, and this lasted a long time. Finally, she let go of his head and Jason pulled back, gasping.
"I AM READY!" shouted Dominique.
"Shit," said Jason softly. He sat back on his haunches and looked up at the blonde. "You've already had two orgasms, and look at me!" He took his cock in his hand and waved it at her. It pulsed, rippled and drooled. "Christ! I'm about ready to shoot right now!" He gave himself a few strokes and it felt so good that he had the urge to just let himself go and jack-off the first wet load.
"Don't!" cried Dominique. "Don't masturbate! You must shoot your load in me!"
"All right," said Jason, reluctantly letting go of his stiff member. "But let's get on with it."
Dominique took a deep sigh. Jason could have ruined everything with a premature ejaculation.
She shouted again, "I AM READY!"
"So am I...." responded Jason.
"Show the people that I am ready for you, Jason," said Dominique.
"How's that ... I think they know it by now...."
"Put your finger into me and let them see how wet my hole is."
Jason did this and then he stood up and gave the crowd the finger, showing them how wet it was from her juices. They applauded.
"I AM READY!" Dominique shouted again.
"I'M READY TOO!" shouted Jason, lewdly thrusting out his loins and showing off his stiff, ready cock.
The crowd applauded anew.
"Jason," chided Dominique, "I don't think you're taking this seriously."
"Dominique," Jason gazed into her eyes, "I want to fuck you ... and I've never been more serious about anything in my life!"
The Sex Goddess sighed and melted.
Dominique backed up and pressed her sexy behind against the statue of the Goddess, Dimitria. She spread her legs a bit and leaned back, resting on the marble, and her pussy opened. It was obvious that she was now offering her sweet snatch to Jason.
He walked over to her, aiming his own loins at the pulsating maw of her womanhood. He eased his weight forward and braced himself on the statue. His muscular body hovered over her soft, female form. He now had her where he wanted her.
This was it! This was the big moment! Jason Hamilton was about to screw a Goddess!
He paused, hesitated, and smiled at her. His whang bobbed and waved above her ready, heated cunt. She began making fuck motions up at him, moving her hips and ass, trying to capture his manhood with her slit. Jason eluded her, teasing her now. He knew that he could dip at any moment, push forward and slide into the juicy sex slot he had lusted after for so long
... so many men had wanted to be in his position ... so many others would be half-way through their fuck by now, grinding and pounding out their lust in Dominique's body ... but Jason Hamilton teased, waited, and let their sexual tensions build.
Dominique was now going wild with her lust. Her body was humping and grinding, taking a fuck even though Jason hadn't entered her yet. She was in a lusty state of heat, past caring, past giving a damn about ceremony and traditions, wanting only to be fucked!
"Jason ... please! Give me what I want! Don't ... don't tease me! Please! I ... I haven't been fucked in a month!"
"What do you want?" he asked. He knew that he was being cruel now, but he was thoroughly enjoying this. He was actually making a Goddess beg for it ... beg him for his cock! She was quavering with lust and sobbing with her burning horniness. It was Jason she wanted! Only he could satisfy her now.
"I want you, darling ... I want your cock ... in mell need it! NOW!"
The crowd below them was incredibly silent. The onlookers could hear every word their Goddess gasped out. They heard her begging Jason to fuck her. They heard her crying for his manhood to plunge into her cuntal depths and relieve the burning inside her, extinguish the flames of her desires! They all looked up and watched the fantastic Man hovering over the Goddess, his buttock muscles tensed for the plunge, his mighty, massive dick wavering above her delicious cunt. He held there and made the poor girl wait for her prize ... and she had waited for so long, not taking a man into her body since the last full moon, keeping herself dry of sperm and making ready for her mating.
How could he do it? How could he hold himself up there and not just push forward and let his cock glide into her sweet hole? His prick was shaking, throbbing, obviously just dying to shoot off its hot load, yet he waited!
"Jason ... Please! FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!"
Dominique desperately grabbed his ass and tried to pull him down into her. Jason braced harder, grinned and said, "Yes ... get ready ... this is it...." and he eased down slowly and there was a loud, collective sigh from the crowd as every spectator enviously watched Jason's cock gliding between Dominique's pussy lips, first the expanding head and then the shaft, sliding wetly into her depths, and then it was in, buried completely in her hot, juicy vagina.
"Oh Jason! It's IN! IT'S IN!"
Dominique lost all control. Her body began heaving and churning. Her rear end rotated, grinding against the surface of the statue, then rising and falling to match the tempo Jason took to fuck her with.
Jason began to slow-screw her. This was very difficult because of the way she was just abandoning herself to her lust. He tried to move his body with long, deep thrusts, making his strokes linger and glide in and out of her pussy with slow, easy motions, but this was literally impossible. Dominique was fully embroiled in passion. Her ass humped, ground and bucked, lifting and falling with quick, mighty action. She was boiling with force and determination from the start, wanting to have an orgasm on his penis ... needing one!
And it only took a few moments for her to come. She shouted with her joy, a bliss-filled scream that echoed through the jungle night, and her entire body shook with the pleasure of her climax.
"I'M COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGGGGG!!! I'M BEING FUCKED TO A COOMMMMMMMEEEE! I'M BLOWWWWWIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Christ!" said Jason. He shook his head. His ears were ringing with her screams.
Dominique bit her Up to stifle her outcry. "Nmmmppffff!"
"Thanks," said Jason.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Just keep on FUCKING!"
Jason did. His strokes into her picked up speed now. He was taking her as well as giving of himself. Her sweet vagina was so good! It was tight and hot and wet and juicy and it wrapped around his pecker, stroked him and squeezed his shaft with velvety fingers. Her muscles tightened and loosened and she ex pertly used her body to give him quite possibly the best fuck of his life!
"Oooooooooooo," she went. "Oooooooohhhh ... yes!"
"God, this is good!" said Jason. "Oh! Yeah! This is great!"
His butt was moving faster and faster. He began to churn it, rotating and grinding into her box with circular thrusts. He went in deeply with every plunge, pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal, and then plowed in again. She loved it in her like that. She pushed her rear end up to meet every in-stroke he delivered. She pulled back, almost reluctantly, as he slid out, and then she pushed up, humped, and his big, thick, stiff, throbbing hunk of meat was filling her depths again! In and out ... in and out ... in and out and in ... in IN!
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she shouted to the heavens.
Now Jason was over the edge. He grabbed her arms and held the writhing blonde tightly beneath him, held her in place so he could take her, use her, fuck her! She threw her head around, sobbed, humped, bucked in his grasp, and fucked like a Goddess. She gave herself over to her passions, completely, gave herself over to her Man.
And Jason took her! He used her, now, driving his hard cock like crazy in and out of her body. He was moving in a frenzy of lust, hurting her, probably, but just not giving a damn. He just wanted to take her, now, all the way!
Jason's prong moved with lightning speed. He pounded into her. His hips pistoned, became a blur to the crowd below, his muscular ass clenching, tightening, quivering with the pleasure of the fuck they were having.
"JASON! JASON! I ... I'M GOING TO COME AGAIN! OH! COME WITH ME!"
Dominique clawed his back, pleading with him to have her.
"TAKE ME! TAKE ME, MY DARLING! TAKE ME!"
Jason was ready. He could now practically taste the cum rising in his cock. He could just feel his climax starting to build. He kept on working his loins, faster and faster, twirling toward his big moment ... the moment of release ... INSIDE DOMINIQUE'S BODY!"
"Yes ... yes ... yes...." he gasped. His cock swelled up, filling and ballooning with his semen. There was incredible pressure in his nuts, his sperm was boiling and set to be shot! The feelings of his rising climax became more intense, delicious. They made him shiver with pleasure! The feeling became almost unbearable!
"Jason!" shouted Dominique. "OH! JASON! I FEEL YOU SWELLING IN ME! YOU'RE GETTING READY ... JASON!!! ME, TOO!
AAAHHHHHHH!"
Dominique was only a few strokes away from her sexual pinnacle. Her build-up was as intense and pleasurable as Jason's. Even though she had had three orgasms already, this one was going to be the ultimate.
Jason was grunting and stroking and his senses were gone for the moment. And then, for some reason, he decided he wanted to hold it for a moment, feel the pleasure longer, and he tried to stop.
But Dominique was gone. There was no stopping her now, and her body just kept on grinding, churning, and writhing with building lusts.
"Wait!" cried Jason in a last desperate attempt to make their fuck last longer. "Stop! STOP!"
But Dominique couldn't. Not now. She was there.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She grabbed Jason's buttocks and clawed them. "NNNGGGHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Dominique shook violently beneath Jason as she came. Her entire body quivered with the intense, exploding pleasure of her sexual climax. She almost passed out with its fury, her brain reeled from its utter force.
The feel of Dominique's pussy depths quivering and shaking with her release was too much for Jason. He couldn't hold back any longer. This was it! It was time! Close! Closer! Very close! His cock swelled up for the final throb, the one that would start it jerking and spitting, and his juice would shoot out, soaking her cuntal depths, filling her ... soon! Building ... building ... oh, when? He wanted it ... it had never been like this before! He wanted it! Hurry! Hurry! He must....
And then he came!
"NOW! NOW! NOW!" he shouted.
Jason's cock bucked and jerked and blasted gobs of boiling jism into Dominique. His head swam with the intensity of his arousal. His body quivered, every muscle shivering with his joy. He stiffened, held, kept his blowing penis buried to the hilt in Dominique's throbbing, spasming vagina.
Never had an orgasm felt so good! Jason gave himself completely over to his incredible pleasures, yet, somewhere deep in his sub-consciousness, he knew that he had never felt anything this fine before. And he had never released himself so completely.
Dominique was also having a divine orgasm. Her body thrashed and shook beneath Jason, vibrating with her passion. Her lust released itself with tremendous inner force, causing an intense climax like the lush blonde had never experienced before.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" She sounded like an animal baying at the moon.
Gobs of semen were still bursting from Jason's dick. Blast after blast of wet joy blew from the pumping head of his cock and filled Dominique's depths. The cum pooled in her belly, soaked her entire insides and literally overflowed out of the stuffed opening of her twat.
Jason went, "Oo ... Oo ... Oo!" every time a wad of his sperm shot from his prick. It went on and on, depleting his balls of their contents. Not a drop was held back. His excited testicles let it all go into her.
Jason thought it would never end. He didn't want it to end ... it just felt so good.
But finally, after one last stream of cum was released, his throes began to subside and his head slowly cleared. With a last little shiver of bliss, it was over for him.
Dominique's long spasms of lust ended shortly after Jason finished his climax. Her body gave a last heave, jerked with a final spasm, and she finished, too.
"Oooo," she went. She opened her blue eyes and looked into Jason's straining, sweat-soaked face. She smiled at him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Jason ... my darling! I believe I've been fucked!"...." yeah...." was his sole response.
Dominique gently shoved Jason's collapsed body off of her and eased out from underneath him. His cooling sperm ran down her legs in rivulets. He rolled his muscular body over, took a deep breath and stood up beside her.
Dominique took Jason's hand and they walked side-by-side to the edge of the altar and the crowd remained silent. Dominique smiled down at them. She turned and gave her lover a last kiss. Then she stepped forward and, to Jason's surprise, dropped off the ledge, pulling him right behind her.
Their bodies plunged down together and splashed into the dark lagoon waters. As they disappeared from sight in the pool, the crowd began to cheer with a thunderous applause and a screaming outcry that literally shook the jungles around them.
An incredible orgy followed that lasted the rest of the night.
The next morning they boarded Dominique's private plane and left the Temple. Jason had been a celebrity all morning, continuously being asked for his autograph, made passes at, felt and grabbed by horny ladies, and made offers to. He took down a few of the girls' names and phone numbers, just in case he ever had an opportunity to travel in search of adventure again. He would at least have a starting point.
The jet carried the threesome away from the Temple and all its pleasures. Jason and Carla napped during the entire flight. It had been a long, active, sleepless night, and they were now paying for it.
Jason was a hero to Carla, now. He had been fully transformed into the man, the mate, she wanted. The final exhibition with Dominique, the fantastic fuck he took and gave with her, was the absolute ultimate, and now he was a complete sex-man in his wife's eyes.
To Dominique, Jason Hamilton had always been a sensual man; he just needed some good coaching. She was the one to do it, and she did, and the previous night he had proven himself for her and in front of her entire cult of pleasure-worshippers. She was proud of her work, and she felt like a professor who had created something special and then revealed it to the followers.
The new Jason Hamilton ... Jason, The Sex-man! ... was her creation. There was positively no doubt about that.
They arrived in Las Vegas around noon, just in time to pack and catch their return flight eastward. The vacation was over, tomorrow was Monday and Jason had to return to his job.
Would it be tough for him to go back to his old world after all the things he had seen and done? He thought so, yet he felt no remorse about it all. He knew that there were more adventures for him and Carla down the road. This was not the end ... only the beginning.
Sure, it would be a bit hard at first to cope with the trivial problems of his conventional life for a while. But he had to return, and he couldn't dwell in this fantasy world forever ... but he felt a warmth inside, a good feeling loomed within, for he knew that he would return.
The couple said a tearful farewell to Dominique at the airport. They promised to keep in touch and the blonde Goddess assured them that she would visit their home in Diamond Harbor in the near future.
"It's no Temple of Pleasure, or Sex Ranch," said Carla, "but I promise we'll show you a good time."
They left Dominique standing on the tarmac, watching the commercial jet taxi out, taking her best friend and ultimate lover away from her.
"Goodbye, my darlings," she said as the plane lifted with the thunder of a prehistoric beast and cut into the blue Nevada skies. "Farewell, Jason ... I love you, my Man! You were so good!"
About nine months later, Diana Hamilton St. Armanda was born.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jason peered over Paula Carter's smooth shoulder and watched Ted slowly moving in and out of Carla. Jason smiled and realized the pleasure Ted was having in that wonderful pussy. His throbbing meat was gliding in hotly and sliding back out of Carla's love hole, wetter and more excited as Ted moved and urged himself and his partner toward their climax. Jason watched his neighbor deliver a couple more strokes into his wife, then turned back to his own business at hand.
That business was giving and taking a fuck from Paula Carter, the lovely blonde beneath him. His prick was inserted in her pussy, soaking, and becoming ready for its fuck.
Jason began to move, going slowly at first, stroking in and out of Paula's snatch with long, deep, smooth glides. This caused the neighbor girl to gasp and cry out with her lust.
Paula Carter was a sensuous woman, willing to give and take her pleasures. She began to move with ease, meeting Jason's expert fuck as he administered it flawlessly to her.
Jason had changed! Ever since his return from his vacation, he had been a new man ... a very sensuous man! He had become one of the community's leading swingers and sex-men, cutting a lusty path from bedroom to bedroom across Diamond Harbor.
And Carla had been with him, matching her incredible husband screw for screw! They were new ... different ... wild! And the Carters loved them!
Just about every weekend they got together now, to fuck and swap and play sex games. The Carters didn't know what had happened during that summer vacation the year before, but it sure must have been something.
Carla hinted to Paula about the trip they had taken, talking briefly, fleetingly, about a Sex Ranch and a Temple in Mexico and an underwater sex circus. The blonde neighbor thought that they must have secretly gone to one of those sex clinics out west. Well, that was their business, and, obviously, it had worked. Now, Jason and Carla were happier than ever and leading a very exciting, innovative sex life.
The following spring, a mysterious blonde came to visit the Hamiltons, carrying a newborn baby girl with her. The woman stayed with Jason and Carla, and they kept to themselves all the while she was there, about a week. Jason blatantly made a huge fuss over the baby, buying her toys and stuffed animals by the armful. One time, Paula saw him outside with the baby, running around the yard and pretending to be an airplane, his arms extended and making a noise like a jet engine.
Now this man was moving his huge cock in and out of her body, giving her a fabulous, adept fuck. Paula loved it, loved every stroke and plunge Jason took inside her. She didn't care how wacky and mysterious the Hamiltons acted, so long as they continued to be such fabulous sex partners.
And Jason's cock! It was so big ... so mighty! Paula had no idea how fantastic he was until that first time, a few months ago, that Jason had fucked her and used his incredible tool in her. She had bent over to accept him horse-style, and her eyes had bulged and she gasped in surprise as he began to push into her snatch, filling her with that huge slab of his manhood ... he was so fucking big! And not only that, but he knew how to use his cock. A lot of men with huge wangs didn't know what to do with them, or how to do it correctly. Jason, though, knew every trick in the books, knew exactly how to give and take fantastic, wonderful, hot sex. He had given Paula one of the best ballings of her life, which included five powerful, quaking orgasms. From then on, Paula Carter was his, any time he wanted her, and she never passed up an opportunity to make love with the new Jason Hamilton.
Now Jason was screwing her toward her release.
He was watching Ted make it with Carla, timing his own fuck expertly to match theirs, matching the fuckers stroke for stroke and aiming for a mutual climax.
As that hot orgasm began to mount, Paula cried out with joy and clung to her neighbor's muscular back. Her delicious backside churned and she moved toward her moment.
Jason took a brief look at the passionate girl beneath him, and he grinned. Paula had her eyes shut and was biting her lower lip. She was concentrating every fiber of her being on her sexual feelings ... the feelings that Jason was giving to her.
Only a few feet away, his wife was being screwed by his neighbor-the husband of the girl below him. A year ago, Jason would have been shocked and disgusted by even the mention of such activity.
