Paul "Bull" Torres was eating his beautiful wife's pussy at the time and he did not like being disturbed. His voice was gruff with the question and he thought to himself, Must be the devil to call at a time like this!
Bull's brown eyes were raised just above the level of Cindy's silky abdomen; he could feel the length of his meat throbbing against his leg and the glands aching to be rubbed.
"It's Taco," Cindy mouthed her whispered words and resumed listening to the voice on the other end of the line.
Bull's tongue was poised like a pink snake head above Cindy's clit, and, when he got the feeling she was a little too interested in what his twin brother, Peter "Taco" Torres, was saying, he licked into her clit with savage revenge. The slow, conquering smile of a toreador came to his lips as her hips squirmed and her legs locked about his head. He could no longer hear if she was even talking. But what the hell did he want to hear for, anyway? Ole!
What the hell could Taco want, Bull wondered as he sucked the pink stud of Cindy's clit deeply into his mouth and nibbled it with his tongue.
"I don't even know what time it is," Cindy said into the phone with a growing impatient heat. Her face wore a pleasured frown as her head rolled from side to side in response to Bull's tonguing. Taco wanted to know how long it would be before Cindy and Bull could come over, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate.
"Listen, Taco," her breath was coming heavier by the moment, "can't talk now; we'll be over soon. Good-bye." She hung the phone in its cradle quickly and heaved a sigh.
"Oh, Bull," she moaned and let her head roll back and her eyes close. "Oh, baby, it's so good!"
Cindy rolled her hips forward and loosed the leg lock she had around Bull's ears. She spread the lips of her pussy wider and his tongue shot in with a charge of lust.
"Oh, baby! Eat me!" She hissed her words and rocked her humping hips on the bed.
And Bull complied with all that his name implied. His tongue drove deeply into the moist pink walls of the woman's blonde mound and he tasted the core of her sex. He was the matador.
"What did Taco want?" Bull asked, pausing a moment for breath and resuming the gaze across the horizon of Cindy's hips.
"For us to come over. But I don't want to talk -let's fuck."
"What'd you tell him?" Bull said, ignoring her words.
"Later. Come on, baby, mama wants some love." Impatiently Cindy ground her hips and succeeded in tickling Bull's nose with her bush. He snorted and laughed, then snorted again and nuzzled her snatch.
"Ooh, ooh, yes! That's it! That's what mama wants sooo bad." Cindy's coo deepened until she growled the words. She ground her hips and felt Bull's tongue split her pussy's lips and graze deeply in her cunt. She bounced her ass on the bed in an effort to get more of Bull's tongue into her box, and her hands wove her fingers through her hair.
"Oh, yess-yes ... " she moaned over and over while a thin bead of sweat broke out like a moustache above her lips. The cups of her nostrils flared with each breath, and the ridge of her delicate nose rose and fell like the leg of a prancing filly between her sky-blue eyes. They shone with the pleasure she was having at Bull's tongue and the feeling was like a summer shower during sunshine.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" she groaned and closed her lids over those innocent orbs. It was night inside and there was a hot tongue of yellow heat in her groin, and she felt herself begin to cum.
"Yes, Bull, yes! Suck my clit!" She screamed her ecstasy as a torrent of hot cum rolled down the funnel of Bull's tongue and he drank in her orgasm.
Cindy shuddered while Bull snorted and hung onto her thrashing torso. Her hips were slim and like silk to the touch of his huge hands as he clenched her between his powerful grip. She was so delicate it felt to him as though he could crush her, but he knew it was not so. He felt the quakes of her orgasm gradually lessen and he grinned to himself that he had gotten her off so well. He licked the last of her sweet-tasting juices up and rose to her side.
"You like that, baby?" Bull asked, his voice prideful.
"Ummm," was Cindy's only answer. But the expression on her face spoke more clearly than words.
Paul "Bull" Torres was proud of his love-making ability. "I do two things good," he was often heard to say, "Ride a motorcycle and fuck." In that order, Cindy would comment wryly if she was around.
Bull's twin brother, Peter "Taco," was a different story. The two brothers were a remarkable study in contrasts. Taco fucked first and rode a motorcycle second. But then, he thought about things more openly than Bull, who showed off only his enormous strength. So, between the two of them, Taco had a reputation as a ladies' man which he cultivated to a high degree, while Bull, on the other hand, acted shyly in matters of love.
On a motorcycle, though, it was a different story. Bull would grasp his handlebars and conquer obstacles with brute strength, while Taco peered with cunning at every pebble, every cliff. For Taco and Bull were the Daredevil Torres Brothers of the past-now conservatively situated-once they had conquered most of South and Latin America with their feats of courage.
Born in Argentina of German parents (their name had been changed to Torres for political reasons), the twin brothers had grown up rich and never bored. They always had all the pussy they needed. The Torres twins had felt the need to prove themselves in some way, however, and at seventeen the chance had come.
Their father had heavy investments in a motorcycle factory in Spain. The similarity of their nicknames to the brand names of the company he partly owned was reason enough for them to be chosen to represent the factory's racing team. Besides, they were good riders.
And, like wild kids they were, the boys loved every minute, every thrill. When the revolution came, there was a frantic scurry to get out of the country alive. Cleverly, Taco hid the family jewels in the motorcycles' wheel rims and the two brothers escaped to Mexico City. Alas, their father and mother were caught and hung by the revolutionaries and the Spanish motorcycle firm had to cut short their tour.
Then Taco was hit with inspiration: since their combined nicknames sounded just like the famous motorcycle, they would tour on their own. The family jewels would provide the funds.
They were off on a whirlwind. Buying a new motorcycle apiece for each event, they broke even and had a good time. Then they had met Cindy Martin and her girl friend, Patti Norman, in Acapulco. It was too good to be true; a couple of American chicks that they were nuts about. Taco saw the possibilities immediately.
So, shortly after the twins turned nineteen they arrived in California as newlyweds to the girl friends. They moved into identical houses which they had constructed at the top of a hill in the small desert town of Redlands, where both Cindy and Patti had been born. The family jewels remained a fortune in the wheels of Taco's touring machine. And he found he had a connection in East Los Angeles to fence them with. So everything was groovy.
"Say, baby," said Bull from his reverie, "how 'bout a little of your tongue-loving?"
Cindy let her eyes roll open slowly with the thought. She thought of Bull's penis entering her mouth and licked her tongue up between her lips and told him yes with her eyes.
She kissed into the hollow of Bull's underarm and caught the scent of his sweat. He was like an ox and she licked the salt with pleasure. I love the way he smells, she thought to herself as she ran her mouth along his rib cage, then up to the hole of his belly button. She loved the dark, silky, hair-covered hole with her tongue, then slid her mouth and face toward her goal.
Bull's heavy cock was rising slowly, she could see as her head approached the hairy jungle around its base. Oh, lovely little man, she thought as her lips leeched their way up the organ's side and her tongue teased with hot wet licks. Her mouth reached the bulbous end and she licked it slick while it hardened purply with blood. The pink rim of his circumcision was a perfect cliff to puff her lips around and her tongue darted quickly at the glands.
Bull moaned and Cindy stepped up the pace. She plunged the cave of her mouth down around the shaft and felt the velvet head glaze against the back of her throat. Wriggling her tongue like an electric eel, she raised her mouth to the elliptical end, teased the glands, and plunged for another stroke.
Bull felt the lightning of her tongue tip zap up his prick and into his bowels. Umm, huh, man! She sucked cock good!
Cindy's head was humming up and down his tool with increasing speed. Bull's hips humped in response and he felt his cock tip curve down her esophagus. With enormous shudders of raw passion, Cindy gobbled up and down Bull's meat like a hungry beast.
"Easy, baby, easy. Don't make me cum so quick. I want to give it to you in your nice little box. Cindy, you hear me?"
But Cindy did not appear to. She was too far gone for that. She was sucking off the whole German army in her mind as they thundered a blitzkrieg down her throat.
Hump. Hump. Bull's hips became marching boots as they sent his engine in and out of her plunging mouth. Then Cindy sucked around the member, creating a vacuum. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes rolled when her tongue tip felt the rumble of swelling blood in Bull's turgid cock.
In his mind was a red-eyed black bull with a brass nose ring, charging. Rose puffs kicked up in the dirt as he willed the animal to halt, and there was the stiffening of hooves.
Cindy felt Bull's body harden with the effort and let her fingertip caress the soft cave between his legs. His muscular buttocks were clenched but when her finger worked between them they softened up to let the tip fondle the puckered bud of his asshole.
Some spittle had run like a little creek to a puddle near the entrance and Cindy slicked a long jointed finger over the ridged flesh.
"Oh, baby, good!" Bull groaned. "You take control."
Cindy took his words to mean that she could blow him for as long as she wished but he would not cum. That kind of self-will was a peculiar talent of Bull's. It meant he could keep his pecker hard for hours at a time and literally batter Cindy into the sleep of exhaustion. Or, sometimes when she least expected it, he would give in to her wish to suck his seed and then would let himself go in a charge of naked lust. But this evening was not to be one of those times, it seemed.
Cindy decided with a practical mind that it was useless trying to overcome Bull once his mind was made up, but also to go on sucking his cock if he would not cum was fool's play. So she stopped.
"Oh, Bull," she whined sultrily as she raised her head, "Bull baby, cum. We'll be late for Taco's."
Bull was not in the mood for talk. With a snarl he yanked her up and pushed her over on her belly. He wasted no time in spreading her legs and raising her hips up until her heart-shaped ass was before his rock-hard tool.
"Bull?" Cindy whimpered a little, even though she was secretly thrilled with the rough treatment. "Bull, you're not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?"
"Shut up!" he grunted as he guided one of her arms beneath her with a jerk. Her hand took hold of the length of his meat and guided it up to the entrance to her pussy.
The moist lips parted to the glistening ellipse of Bull's prick as he felt the hot flesh pulse expectantly against his pecker head. Oh, man! She's always so hot and so soft, he thought to himself as he slid the length of himself up into the heated pungent cunt.
Bull's lower belly met the hard flesh of Cindy's quivering ass and he ground himself against her with an ecstatic, animal-like grunt. He could feel his ramrod pulsating at the end of her throbbing cunt and her body grinding in response to the thrusts. He drew out for another plunge and her slick box felt so good it thrilled him to his very core. In his mind's eye he saw himself as a statue in a bullring: the blood pounding in his ears and in his cock was the crowd's roar. Matador! he thought, then trumpeted his rage with a bellow and rammed forward once again.
Stroke by stroke he made bold passage deep within Cindy while she writhed before him. His big hands held her hips steady while her torso squirmed and her ass twitched in a frenzy of response.
"Oh, my God, Bull! Yes, yess! Fuck me, baby, fuck, fuck meee!!" The sound of Cindy's voice went up to trill a note of pleasure high and soft and she felt herself hum into cumming like an over wound staircase clock.
Bull drove his huge member deeply time after time and felt her body tremble as she screamed her orgasm into being.
"Oh, God, oh, God! I'm cumming ... so good, so good!" Her voice was shrill and Bull slammed his big prick harder from behind her in response. He felt the orgasm tickle at last on the end of his dick and then it was thundering through him like the clatter of rampant hooves.
When the first shock of semen hit the walls of Cindy's box, she quivered, then screamed her delight. Another jolt and her scream deepened to a gargle and she was oblivious to anything but the completion of her quest. And Bull just seemed to cum and cum.
* * *
"Hey, Patti," Taco yelled through the bathroom door to his wife as he hung up the phone.
"What?" she called back, her voice nearly drowned by the drumming water.
"Never mind." Taco decided it could wait and went downstairs for a drink.
Patti Torres soaped her body lavishly and enjoyed the sting of the hot water spray on her beautiful breasts. They were incredibly shaped, perfect cones of firm flesh that rose from her chest at unbelievable angles.
"When TV starts showing see-through tops, Patti will make a fortune overnight," Taco was often heard to say about his wife's tits. Especially when he and Patti were out, and she was wearing one of the tops he was talking about. Taco really considered himself more a leg man than a tit man, but in the case of his old lady's boobs he would make an exception at any time.
Not that Patti did not have fine legs, either. She was small and her legs came out of her body as if they would be skinny but instead turned up from fine-boned ankles to lush calves and then molded in a long, thin plane to a classically sculptured ass. It was high and firm; the kind of ass that made men think of women in terms of horseflesh. Her ass was that good to look at when she walked down the street.
Patti rotated her body under the shower head. She was a redhead and the wet auburn curls of her snatch glistened from the soap sheen. She lifted her chin above the spray of water and let it course down her beautiful throat through the cleavage of her breasts and rinse away the last of the soap.
Her profile was another of her features that made men consider her as an animal. She gave the impression from the side of an exquisite young filly-fine-boned and full of fire. In fact, she was so good-looking that when men met her with Taco, they got the immediate impression that he was a remarkable judge of woman-flesh. And Taco loved it, just ate it up.
From his clear gray eyes, he looked down his aristocratic nose at other women and let his eyes tell them of his contempt. Patti was his and both men and women envied them their grace. She was as beautiful as they came and Taco knew it. What more could be said?
Patti finished the shower and stepped out. She pulled the clear plastic shower cap from her head and let her long auburn curls cascade down her back. She shook her head like a spirited horse, then toweled herself off briskly as she regarded herself in the full-length bathroom mirror.
She knew she was beautiful and she gloried in the knowledge. As she rubbed the towel over her breasts, her nipples hardened and her breath quickened. She could feel the heat between her legs. God! I'm horny already and Taco fucked me less than fifteen minutes ago. Wonder what he wanted-probably something about Cindy and Bull, she thought. He had said he was going to call them as she got out of bed and went to take a shower.
Languorously she finished toweling herself dry, then inspected her body inch by inch. When she was satisfied that she was as good-looking as she had always been, she grinned at herself in the mirror and went out the door, clicking off the light.
She took a sheer paisley blouse and a pair of white Spanish lace pants from her closet and slipped them on without any underclothes. Taco liked her to show it off, and she did.
The dark pink tips of her nipples were clearly visible beneath the mini blouse and her midriff was exposed. Tiny red hairs worked their way through the lace of her pants and the dark red vee of her snatch was an alluring shadow between her legs. She looked herself over with cool green eyes and felt good all over. The outfit probably was a little too risqu� for the street, but since they were not going out anywhere, she knew Taco would be pleased with the way she looked.
"Where are you, honey?" Patti called as she descended the stairs, feeling her body move beneath the cloth of her outfit.
"In the den." Taco's voice came from the back of the house. "You want a drink?"
"Sure. When will Bull and Cindy get here?" she wanted to know as she paused in the doorway for effect.
"By my mother, you're beautiful!" Taco exclaimed and tilted his glass gallantly to her in tribute.
Patti took the motion as a signal to strike her cover-girl pose and enter the room. When she walked towards him it was with the studied grace of a classy stripper. Bitchy-but oh, so very, very good.
Taco nearly shivered with her striking beauty. "I have a present for you," he said as she approached the bar.
"Will I like it?" she wanted to know.
"I imagine," he said and smiled to himself, oh, you beautiful bitch. "Your throat will look lovely in this." His hand dangled a thin sparkling stream of diamonds and tiny obsidian stones bound together with pools of heavy gold. It was made like a woven wire and clasped at the side with a black velvet bow.
"Oh, Taco!" Patti swarmed all over his hand like a bee sucking up honey, and she held the necklace before her face as if it were the suspension cable of a famous bridge. Then she handed it back to him and her expression changed.
"Put it on me, Peter Torres." She let a coy smile play through her eyes as she licked her lips in a broad hint that she was totally his.
"Turn around," he said and put the necklace round her neck. She leaned back against the bar top as he kissed her ear. His hands came up to her breasts and he stretched her back tautly into an arc across the bar. His thumbs felt her nipples harden as he twirled them back and forth with his forefinger and nuzzled her sculptured neck.
The necklace surrounded Patti's perfectly rounded throat and was just thin enough to make the gems appear to be glittering mesh. The blue, white, and yellow sparkles of the tiny diamonds were set off by the black stones and the contrast was heightened by the interwoven gold.
"Oh, baby!" Patti moaned. "Come out from behind the bar so I can feel your cock against my neck."
Somehow Patti always managed to tell Taco what he had unconsciously meant by his gifts in just the right way, with a heady mixture of bitch in her sex.
The doorbell rang.
"Damn!" she whispered. "That's Bull and Cindy. And I was getting so worked up. Oh, well." She pushed away from the bar and crossed the room. Then, pausing in the door with her hip posed to one side so that her heart-shaped ass was perfectly in line with her lovely face, she said over her shoulder, "Thank you, Taco for the necklace." She blew him a pouting kiss.
Her face was flushed when she answered the door. Bull and Cindy standing expectantly on the threshold could see immediately that something was up.
"Look!" she said as she closed the door behind them and craned her throat to show off the necklace. The outside surfaces of the obsidian were as jagged and rough as glass mountains. They graduated in size from smaller to larger with the diamonds scattered randomly in the gold rope.
"Ohhh," breathed Cindy.
"What'd Taco do? Put all the family jewels in it?" Bull wanted to know.
"Oh, you," laughed Patti and pushed Bull on into the entry way. Cindy was wearing a floor-length, Mandarin lounge coat and Bull his usual Levi's and blue work shirt heavily starched.
"Where's Taco?" Bull asked.
"In the den at the bar-where else?" Patti stepped toward the den, then elaborately waved them before her.
Always posing, Bull thought, and yet he could not help feasting his eyes on her ample charms. More and more Patti was attracting him-as her outfits concealed less and less. "No, you go ahead, Patti. I want to watch your ass move." Then he laughed and winked at Cindy.
"Hey, you guys!" Taco's voice drifted out to them from the den. "Anyone out there want a drink or something?"
"Or something," Cindy muttered, and she chucked Bull in the ribs with her fist. "Just watch yourself, buster!" she said playfully as they both watched Patti's perfectly shaped high ass lead them to the bar.
"That's some necklace," Bull boomed into the room in a big voice. "Must be half the family jewels around that neck."
"It is pretty, isn't it?" replied Taco noncommittally.
"What's on the agenda tonight?" asked Cindy, changing the subject.
"Patti has a surprise for us. Or so she said earlier," answered Taco.
"Oh my, yes! I nearly forgot, what with the necklace and all." Patti's hand felt her throat luxuriously for the golden chain. "The surprise is on the projector."
She crossed the room and slid back a panel. Inside was a movie projector and now she slid the tray it was on forward and adjusted the tilt.
"Remember Joan Ingram, Cindy?" Patti referred to one of their former high school classmates. "Well, the last time Taco met the fence in Los Angeles, it was in a bookstore and I was with him. While Taco was busy with the clerk, I was browsing around. I was wearing my pearl-gray see-through blouse. You know the one I mean?" Cindy and Bull nodded simultaneously.
"Well, anyway, to make a long story short," Patti continued, "I guess the clerk was making a pass at me, and he offered to show me some special film. Turn the light off, Bull."
When the room was dark Patti flicked the projector on and the opposite wall lit up with a square of light. The picture came into focus and showed an oak tree far off on a knoll. The figure of a girl resolved itself as the camera moved closer until her features were clear. It was Joan Ingram, a girl friend of both Cindy and Patti from before their marriages.
She was dressed like a school girl in a short pleated plaid skirt and a white scoop-neck blouse. She was reading a book as she lay alone in the tree shade on a picnic blanket. She drew one leg up and her skirt slid down, exposing the length of her thigh and the suggestion of the dark triangle of hair over her mound.
"I like her legs," Taco said to nobody in particular. The comment drew no response. All eyes were glued on the screen as Joan slid one delicately fingered hand along her sculptured thigh and played with the hair around her snatch. Distractedly she put the book down and looked about the landscape to see if anyone was there. Just a few grazing horses in the distance.
She got up from the blanket and loosed the clasp from her skirt and let it slide off. Then she pulled the sleeveless blouse over her head and stepped out of the puddle her skirt was. She was naked now and looked like a wood nymph against the oak tree as she gazed about wistfully.
Her breasts were pear-shaped and firm with deeply colored red-brown nipples which she toyed with as she gazed at the grazing horses. She put her hands to her mouth and whistled shrilly twice. A pinto horse looked up from where he was nibbling grass. She whistled again and the horse started toward her in a slow, even trot.
"Man, look at that!" Bull exclaimed in an awed whisper. "Her ass is jiggling like the horse's. So fine, so fine!"
The horse trotted up and the girl moved along, petting his muzzle while the camera closed in. The soft mouth of the painted horse face nuzzled the flesh of the girl's breast and his tongue licked the hardening tip.
Joan's face showed she liked it. Her eyes were half closed and her tongue licked softly at her lips. One hand scratched the animal's ear while the other toyed along his under jaw.
"Do you suppose she has trained the horse to do that?" asked Cindy incredulously, at the same time feeling her own breasts start to throb with imagining what the horse's kiss would feel like.
Joan then moved away from the nuzzling horse face and down along his side. Her hands stroked his shiny, color-spotted coat and she rubbed her body sensuously against him.
She dropped to her knees and crawled beneath the horse. She gazed slowly and longingly at the sheath that held his cock.
"Jesus, this is turning me on!" Patti said and slid her blouse over her breasts so that she could fondle herself.
"Me, too," agreed Bull. He unbuttoned his Levi's and pulled his hardening prick out into his hand.
Enraptured, Joan reached up and took hold of the horse's emerging shaft; it looked nearly black against the green meadow. Delicately, the girl leaned her head forward and kissed the blunt end.
Beneath her floor-length housecoat, Cindy began to feel stifled and confined since she was unable to get her hands on her body without being awkward. She saw that Bull was too busy jacking off and watching the screen to help her, so she turned to Taco and asked, "Unzip me, please? This movie is too much!"
Taco pulled the full-length zipper halfway down Cindy's back and she let the housecoat fall to the floor.
"Hey, Bull, is it all right if I play with your wife's tits during this?" Taco asked.
"Sure. If I can have Patti."
Taco turned to Patti. "Patti, what do you think?" he asked.
"I think I'd like that," she answered, turning away from the movie for a moment and eyeing Bull's cock.
Although they had never actually swapped mates before, all four had thought hotly about it many times before. They had even joked and kidded each other about it openly. But in their short, busy marriages none of them had yet made the obvious commitment to swapping. Now, in the darkened room in front of the incredibly and strangely erotic movie, it seemed the perfectly correct thing to do.
On the screen Joan was licking the painted horse's distended pecker more feverishly all the time. Patti slid her lace pants down and Bull quickly shed his clothes.
Taco had Cindy stretched over the bar and was toying with her breasts from behind while they were both able to watch the movie. His hands rubbed gentle circles over her heated mounds, sending shocks of pleasure aching to her swollen nipples.
On the screen Joan had swallowed the flat puffy end of the horse prick. Patti came between Bull's legs and began to kiss his ball-sack, ignoring the film completely.
"I'd like some of that, too," Taco said, seeing his wife kiss his brother's balls. Quickly he shucked the jumpsuit he was wearing and Cindy moved toward the front of the bar.
No one was paying attention to the film any longer and soon it ran its course. The end of the tape ran off its reel and slapped against the machine while the projector flickered lights into the room.
Patti's exquisite face and lips kissed along Bull's massive organ to the purple end. The tip was slick and swelled with blood as it grazed beneath her delicate nose and touched her ripe hot lips. Her pink tongue tip licked out and creased the slit end. Bull groaned like a dreaming dog as he felt her moist, wet lips surround the torrid bulb. He felt his body light up as her teeth glazed the underside of his shaft and he stroked his hips forward.
Cindy had sucked Taco's enormous organ into her mouth as well and now both women were on their knees before the men and sucking cock with abandon.
But Bull was not satisfied. He took Patti by the shoulder and pushed her face off his prick. "Turn around on your hands and knees," he ordered and she complied. "I've wanted this ass since the moment I saw it," Bull muttered and hefted his heavy tool in his hand.
"Run it into my pussy a couple of times to make it slick," Patti said over her shoulder, and she reached beneath herself and back to clutch Bull's cock to her cunt.
The lips were hot and hungry as Bull slickly slid his pecker into the walls of her box. Mother of mine-what a hot twat! Bull thought. He stroked in and out with deep controlled thrusts until he felt Patti shiver, then pulled his prick back out and into his hand.
His prick was wet and slick from her juices. Carefully he positioned the head of it at the bud of her taut asshole.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Patti moaned when she felt the tip pressing firmly into her rectum. She relaxed her butt and let the rod enter her as easily as she could and felt a dark tingle of pleasure in her most secret parts. She loved a good butt fuck and Taco never gave her enough of it. This was the first thing Bull had wanted to do to her and she thrilled at the idea. Cindy must certainly have it good, she thought.
Cindy and Taco had stopped their lovemaking and were watching their mates performing in the anal arts. Taco admired his brother's immense strength as with slow, intense pressure he penetrated Patti's beautiful ass. Cindy wondered how her friend could like it as much as her face expressed that she did, and a shiver of fear ran up Cindy's spine.
"Bull always wants to fuck me like that and I can't stand the idea. It's kind of funny between us about that," Cindy found herself confiding to Taco and wondering why she was.
"Patti likes it, too. But most of the time I'd rather have her suck my cock. So, I know what you mean," Taco answered back.
"Really?" Cindy's eyes lit up. "That's what I like to do best, too."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Cindy dropped back to her knees and Taco leaned against the bar for support. She licked his balls and then cupped them with cherishing hands as she ran her mouth along his fleshy prick. He tasted of cum and sweat and Cindy loved it with her voice and tongue. With gentle fingers she stroked his ball-sack and let one hand slip back into the crack of his ass while her lips suckled the bulbous end of his cock. She let her tongue tickle quickly over the glands and trace the ridge of flesh while her lips puffed about the tip. With an audible pop she sucked the bulb completely in and began hungrily pumping her mouth up and down the shaft.
Across the room on the floor, Bull was sending his vibrating meat humping in and out of the elastic passage to Patti's asshole with tremendous stabs.
The combination of Cindy's tongue on his turgid cock and the sight of his brother fucking his beautiful wife drove Taco rapidly toward orgasm. Cindy's method of cocksucking was by far the most thrilling Taco had ever undergone. At the same time the relish with which she lent her mouth to the sucking drove him to cum almost before she had begun. The first hot gob splattered down Cindy's working throat while Taco watched Patti writhe from Bull's gigantic thrusts.
Patti screamed as she felt her own orgasm and quickly she began strumming her clitoris as fast as she could to increase the pleasure. The rhythm she established was like an alternating echo of pleasure to the deep booming drum of Bull's driving cock as it slammed in and out of her asshole. His heavy ball-sack slapped against her thighs as he roared in a perfect rage of sex and shot his wad deep within her bowels.
Only Cindy was not satisfied. Although she liked to suck cock even more than to fuck, the sight of her husband butt-fucking Patti awoke a need in her loins that could not be stilled. While she sucked avidly after the last drop of Taco's semen, she drove two fingers of her hand deeply into her hungry cunt and sought to lose herself in orgasm. Taco saw her effort and grinned to himself with sly amusement.
He knew that his twin brother Bull could keep a hard-on without cumming indefinitely so that Cindy would be used to long periods of lovemaking. What Cindy did not know was that Taco could come a number of times in a short space of time. Thus, he differed only in style from Bull. It was also apparent that Bull had given up this control in the excitement of fucking Taco's wife, in the ass for the first time. After all, such occasions are rare in any man's life. The event, in fact, was related to a question Taco had been asking himself for some time. Namely, why should either he or Patti remain faithful within just the inner circle of the four of them? Expanding their horizons was something he wished to discuss with all of them. And now seemed like a very opportune time.
CHAPTER TWO
"I've got an idea," Taco said out loud. "Let's go to Las Vegas this weekend and get married again ... only this time to each other's wife."
Silence. Looks of incomprehension appeared on the other faces until finally Cindy asked Taco from between his legs-her voice piqued at having been taken away from the enjoyment of licking Taco's peter dry-"What do you mean?"
"Simple. Bull marries Patti and I marry you, Cindy, in an official ceremony. That way, if any of us wanted to play around with someone outside the four of us, it would be perfectly all right since legally we would be polygamous!"
Peter Torres had secretly always wanted to be a lawyer. He often thought about the legality of things. This fact coupled with another: namely, that after his parents had died at the hands of the revolutionaries he had decided that since it was such a good trip being free of the guilt of being born of Nazi parents ... well, to make a long story short, he had decided to be a revolutionary himself. Thus, the unconventional idea of marrying his own sister-in-law was merely another cog in the overworked paper machine of legal marriage, so to speak.
"Why brother?" Patti wanted to know, still impaled on Bull's non-wilting staff. Her face looked angelic beside the buns of her perfect ass which she rotated now before Bull's huge trunk.
"Just for the trip," Taco replied.
"A trip to Vegas sounds like fun," Cindy mused, catching a little of the spirit. "Why not just go and forget about the weddings? It's kind of fun being illicit with your best friend's husband."
"It'd still be just as much fun. And perhaps we could make our group larger, 'cause I'm getting a little bored with only four," Taco answered her.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you, Peter Torres." Patti sounded hurt. "Don't you love me anymore?" She pressed her lips into a pout.
"Don't be silly, Patti. Of course I do. It's just that it seems to me a good idea to act out as many aggressions in as many meaningless places as we can-that's all."
"Taco's too deep for me," Bull mused aloud, "but I wouldn't mind having two wives. Might serve some primitive need in me. I'm for it!"
"Vegas would be fun," Patti agreed. "I've got some great new outfits I've been dying to show off. Sure, why not? Let's go!"
In a flurry, the details of the trip were settled. They would meet between the houses in half an hour. Bull would drive since he had the larger car and set a leisurely pace across the desert-probably three hours, no more, Bull promised. Quickly they dressed, packed, and were off.
* * *
On the highway after leaving the desert city's outer limits, the night was velvety soft and warm. Bull put the sunroof back and they drove along, enjoying the warm air and the deep black sky with the pinpricks of far-off stars as the only light. It was early still so that the moon was not yet up. They would probably arrive in Las Vegas just after midnight.
Patti had thought to bring along a snack and soon they were proposing toasts to themselves, to their adventure, and to the night with chicken and white wine. Their spirits seemed to rise above their heads and into the magical night.
"Well," said Taco finally, "if I'm going to be married in a little while, perhaps I should get to know my bride-to-be a little better."
"That's a good idea," Bull's voice rose above the wind from behind the wheel. "Send Patti up here. Cindy, you trade with her."
Cindy obligingly crawled over the back seat and held herself in a corner while Patti pulled the same gleeful maneuver up and over into the front seat.
For the trip, Cindy had chosen a wide-looped black knit dress and she was wearing only the briefest of fire-engine red bikini panties beneath the large eyes of the knit. In the dark of the back seat her body shone like ivory through the dress and Taco relished the sight. The buds of her rather small breasts stuck out from the knit and Taco licked the tiny pink studs with appreciation.
"I thought you'd like me in this dress. I chose it for you, Taco," Cindy said romantically.
"I like to see. It makes me want to touch," Taco whispered to her between mouthings of her nipples. She could feel the flesh of her ass stick slightly to the leather seats as Taco's kisses cherished her breasts, and the warm night air caressed her hot neck.
She squirmed lower on the seat until the hem of her dress worked its way beneath her. Taco's finger toyed with her red silk-covered crotch.
He could feel the heat of her pussy a slight distance beneath his fingertip as it caressed the tautly covered slit of her cunt lips. "Without these," he snarled suddenly and ripped the panties from her hips with one quick, strong motion.
"Don't rip the seats," Bull quipped over his shoulder at the sound. Taco did not bother to answer him but lowered his head to lap at Cindy's sweet-smelling sex.
He ran his tongue along the outer labia and felt it blossom as Cindy groaned and widened her already perspiring thighs. Taco felt the sweat make her soft inner legs slick on his cheek as he parted her pussy with his tongue and wriggled deeply within the pungent box.
Ah, sweet pussy, I'm going to eat you up, he thought and wriggled his head while his tongue burrowed and Cindy's pussy puckered around his avid lips.
Taco loved to eat a sweet box better than nearly anything else. He was often heard to say, "The reason I like to see a woman nearly naked in public is 'cause then I can see how much bitch is in her-and I know how sweet she'd taste to me." Sometimes Taco seemed a little deep.
But now he had his tongue buried in a sweet pussy, indeed, and her legs were writhing against his head in an agony of pleasure. Taco's pussy-eating manner was cultivated to a high degree. First, he would plunge his tongue as deeply into her box as his mouth would allow and leaving it far, far down would wriggle it massively. Then, drawing slowly back, he took hot wet swipes at the juicy walls of her box.
Now, out along the lip's rims, Taco played his tongue tip up until it found the bud of her clit beneath the tiny wings of puckered flesh in which it was buried. He rubbed it wet and hard. Then his tongue tip tickled lightly at the bottom of the fleshy vee and was rewarded to feel the stud growing. At the same time, his face felt Cindy groan and crank her hips.
He tickled the clit rapidly back and forth until his lips could feel its size. His mouth puckered lightly about the moist knob and sucked while his tongue, alternating with the rhythm of his breath, snaked into the tunnel of love and scooped up the torrid juices. In no time he had Cindy at the peak of her orgasm. As the flood hit her, he bent all his effort to sucking up the torrent.
Cindy came in powerful, driving wracks and Taco found he had to hold her hips down or her bucking would knock his rhythm off. He held her and her hips vibrated wave after wave of orgasm over his cavorting tongue and he teased into her until she thought she must scream.
"Oh, Peter! Enough! Stop, please, stop!" Her voice displayed an agony of delight for everyone in the car to hear, except Taco whose ears were muffed by her squirming thighs. Driven nearly to the brink of hysteria, Cindy began to giggle uncontrollably as Taco went on and on tonguing her depths.
Soon the giggles turned to whimpers as Taco's insistent tongue brought her back to climax in a seemingly endless chain of orgasmic bliss. Finally, when there was no more energy left in her and her whimpering had changed to sobs then heaves, he stopped.
Cindy felt like a slowly subsiding pool of water after having been churned awake by a tornado. Every muscle in her body vibrated still from the terrific climaxes she had undergone.
She opened her eyes and saw Patti peering over the back of the front seat, while Taco's smiling face leered up at her from between her upraised knees.
"God, what have I been through?" she wanted to know in mock anguish. "Somebody should have had this idea of swapping months ago!"
"Now you know why I wear so many see-through things," Patti said wryly. "As long as Taco wants to see what he's gonna eat, I want him watching me!"
"He's going to be a busy boy after tonight, 'cause he'll be watching two of us!" Cindy smiled languidly to herself.
Taco laughed and Bull said, "Well, since I can't eat you while I'm driving, Patti, why not eat me?"
"I've got a better idea," Patti told him. "Let Taco drive while we get into the back. Cindy can take care of Taco like he took care of her. And you and I can move around some. How does that sound?"
"Just fine!" came a chorus of three voices at once.
Bull slowed the car and pulled off the road. He shut the lights off as he stopped the car. When he shut the motor off, the clear trill of crickets could be heard in the warm dark night.
"Put the back seat down as you get out, Taco," Bull said as he opened the car door. "I've got a sponge rubber pad and a couple of pillows in the luggage compartment. May as well get as comfortable as we can!"
Bull spread out the foam pad, and he and Patti crawled in the rear gate of the wagon and pulled the door closed as Taco dug the wheels of the car back onto the highway in a gravelly roar.
"There's another bottle of wine in the basket near your door," Patti said to Bull as they struggled in the low space to get their clothes off. "See if you can reach it and maybe Cindy can open it up."
Bull had his shirt off and the top of his Levi's open a button when she spoke. It seemed like a good idea. He twisted his upper body around and one hand sought past the opposite shoulder between the seat and the door for the basket on the floor. When his hand touched its straw side, he felt something soft and fluttery at the top of his pubic hairs and he paused for an instant, surprised. Then he knew it was Patti's fingers as she tickled the buttons to his jeans open. In a moment, he felt her lips kiss the hair above his base.
"I've got it," he grunted, grasping the bottle neck and easing it up, careful not to interfere with Patti's searching lips. Heaving himself up in an arc, Bull succeeded in handing Cindy the wine bottle while his hips left the sponge surface and Patti slid his Levi's down his thighs.
While she led each pants leg down his calves with her hands she let her lips kiss along the muscles of his upper leg. She nibbled as one leg came down his knee and he raised his leg to help her get it off. While her hand pulled the cuff over his foot, her tongue snaked its way into the space between his balls and his loins and tickled him with glee. His ass lay back flat down on the rubber pad and she twisted the other pants leg off. Absurdly enough, Bull felt like a baby.
"Here's the bottle," Cindy said and dangled it above his head. Wine is always better than milk on a warm night, anyway, thought Bull.
Patti's warm, moist lips on his genitals were cousins of the night. He felt his erected pecker slip between her lips and he began pumping into the void toward her throat. Her teeth scraped the length of his meat and she sucked her soft lips between the contact. Up and down she pumped her mouth and worked her tongue on the end of the elliptical head.
Bull took a sip of the wine and lay back to watch the night sky rush madly by above. So far off, he thought, it looks like it isn't moving. But it is, of course.
Patti's mouth echoed up and down his shaft and sent throbs of love into his groin. Bull felt a shout of lust well up in his throat and like an animal sent his rocking hips hard against Patti's hungry mouth with rhythmic thrusts.
Bull felt the hum of the tires on the pavement and thought he could detect a throb like a heartbeat in the running gears. Hump went his ass up off the floor and his cock jammed deeply into Patti's mouth. Hum went the driveline, then smack-his ass was back to the pad.
But Bull did not wish to lie back and think about his surroundings while Patti sucked him dry. He wanted the oblivion only fucking would give him. So he reached down and dragged Patti up to his side.
Her incredibly resilient body caressed his length until his cock was wedged stiffly between both of their bodies and her breasts crushed softly against his chest. Bull's balls and upper thighs could feel the plush hair of Patti's pubes as she writhed herself against him and he took her mouth to his.
Her lips were soft, luxuriantly soft and overripe, as he tongued their inner sides. He could feel the even row of her bared teeth as they slightly parted and let her tongue slip through to tickle his. It felt as if tiny currents were passing between their tongue tips and their lips ground together in a crushing kiss.
Bull felt the length of his meat stiffen as the glands rubbed up and down on Patti's belly. The head of the vee of his pecker paused just above the button on her belly, then rubbed back down the slope of her abdomen to where he felt the tangle of her pubic hair begin.
"Oh, Bull, fuck me," Patti moaned into his mouth, then sucked his tongue deeply into the inferno of her own fiery throat. Bull rolled over until he was above her and Patti's legs parted willingly to make room for him between them. His hand took his rock-hard cock and guided it to the entrance of her soft, moist pussy lips. The hot bulb on the end of his dick felt the passage open before it like a hothouse flower-velvety, wet, and warm.
A shiver ran up Bull's length from the very end of his prick to the top of his head and then down to the soles of his feet. He felt almost grateful to Patti for allowing him entrance to the cathedral that was her pussy. Like the matador praying for grace against the bull's fury, Bull tempered his lust and entered Patti's box slow and easy.
She felt the end of his dick separate her cunt lips and slide within her anxious pussy's grasp. The walls of her box gave way before his slow inching motion and a huge sigh escaped Patti's lips with the pleasure of it. His cock slid into her with a perfect fit.
Bull reached the end of his stroke and shuddered with pleasure. He lay quietly a moment so that he could gain control of himself. Patti's pussy felt nearly on fire to him; he had never felt anything so good. He could feel it ripple on the sides of his cock as she wriggled beneath him. Her body felt welded to his as she moaned and nibbled on his tongue.
He drew back for another thrust and involuntarily Patti bucked beneath him. In an instant, they were a perfectly matched fucking machine. Bam, slap, he snapped his dick deeply into her and she snatched it up and slammed against him, her body begging for more. They were oblivious to anything but the pleasure of themselves. They were together in the union of their loins, rocking within each other again and again.
Bull's massive organ felt like molten steel as it poured deeply into Patti's torrid cunt. Like quicksilver her cum greased the slide of the member's plunge and Bull felt as if he could fuck all night. In and out, in and out, he plunged.
Patti could feel the hot carousel of orgasm swinging down to take her up and with glee she leaped up to catch it. Wave after wave of delicious, pleasure-filled thrills shocked up her frame from her prick-gorged pussy.
"Oh, so, very, very good." Patti's words had a measured finality to them as she gasped them out between the shocks of her pleasure. Steady as a battering ram, Bull kept on fucking. On and on. And on. Until Patti came again and then again, and finally, sobbing, she gave herself up to a low and steady moaning.
When Bull sensed that she was near exhaustion, he teased her with a voice in her ear: "Come on, baby, one more time for Poppa. This time he's gonna give you all you want."
To emphasize his point, Bull gave an immense thrust and felt himself bounce off the back of Patti's cervix. Now that the thought of cumming had entered his head, he did not wait to see if she revived. But she had. Quickening his plunges until he fairly rocked the speeding car with the fury of them, Bull bellowed at the night and spent himself deeply into Patti's womb.
Shock after shock like light waves, only infinitely more filling, washed over Patti; she was the mother of oceans in an orgiastic swoon. Boom-boom, Bull came in her and the ocean surfed beneath as if she were falling gently off the cliff peak high above but anchored deep within his orgasm. She felt like an ocean bird in a goony slow-motion dive. And she was gone.
Red moments, yellow moments, black moments, like ink pools later, the night came back in roaring at them through the car windows. Finding themselves gazing into the night pools of each other's eyes, they seemed to experience one thought between them: all our lives-and where has anything so beautiful as this been?
"You kids finally through back there?" Cindy's voice broke through like a green light in the night.
"Huh? Yeah, we, ah, did get sort of wrapped up there." Bull's voice sounded strange to his ears. He thought of bells in a mission tower as the wind whipping up his hair competed with the vision.
"Sort of wrapped up, you say. You may not know it, but that scene took slightly more than an hour." Taco's tone was drily pleased with his own irony.
Sheepishly, Bull and Patti grinned into each other's eyes. Could an hour take such a short time?
"How come you were keeping time?" Patti wanted to know.
"I wasn't; Cindy was," Taco answered.
"Well, hell! After I blew Taco to cum twice I couldn't help but notice the clock. When my head's on his lap the thing's right in front of my eyes."
"Only came twice in an hour, Taco?" Bull chided his brother. "My, my, what's become of thy youth?"
"Nothing," said Cindy with awe in her voice. "I started watching the clock after the second cum. He came twice more before you two were through."
"Ah," said Bull, "that's more like the brother I know."
"One cums four times an hour and the other takes an hour to cum. What a pair! And to think in a little while I'll be married to both of them." Beneath Bull, Patti mused aloud and everyone roared with the mirth of it.
"I'll drink to that!" shouted Cindy and took a huge gulp, then passed the wine to Taco. In silent agreement he waved the bottle, took a slug from it, then passed it over his shoulder to Bull. He started to offer it to Patti, but seeing she could not drink while pinned beneath him, he took a mouthful, then kissed her and shared the toast to their sex. It was so good to have found each other.
"Hey, Taco," Bull said. "Instead of getting married, let's get divorced." He chuckled raucously.
"I thought of that," replied Taco reflectively. "But then there would be a negative feeling to everything we did after that. The idea is to join a larger group. Not become exclusive. See what I mean?"
"Yeah, well, I guess that makes sense. But people shouldn't need to play games to be free."
"We're not all the people, Bull," Taco answered. "Just four in a very large world. They're our games alone. Everyone else doesn't have to play them."
"Hey, you two," Cindy interrupted. "What is this-some kind of Socratic dialogue between you?" Taco laughed ironically. "I don't know." And Bull just shook his head.
"Yeah," said Patti. "Who cares what we do? Let's just have fun."
"Took the very words from my mouth," was Cindy's rejoinder. "I could use a little more lovin'. How about you?"
"Don't mind if I do," Patti returned, smiling wickedly.
"You girls sound like a comedy team," Bull said. "Suppose Taco and I switch places? How about it?"
"Or we could just pull over to the side of the road for a while," Cindy suggested.
"No, come on. Let's get there," Patti interjected. "There's so much more room and privacy on a bed."
"We'll switch." Taco decided for them as he guided the car to a stop. "I'd kind of like to fuck Patti in the ass back there, anyway."
"Oh, Taco, would you?" Patti's voice was filled with expectation. "Oh, that would feel so good!"
Taco got out and Bull crawled over the front seat into his place. "I can't think of anything better than one of your blowjobs, baby," Bull said softly to Cindy when he was settled. Seeing by the rear-view mirror that Taco was in, he put the car in gear and took off. "I'd sure like that."
"You would, huh?" Cindy's voice revealed a hint of pride that Bull relished the thought.
"Sure would!" Bull grinned a quick look at her, then returned his attention to the road.
Without another word Cindy put her head down into Bull's lap. Almost idly, she licked her tongue along his half-hard organ while her hand gently cupped his balls close to her mouth.
I can taste Patti, she thought, as she tongued the still moist places in the hair surrounding Bull's base. She let her nose breathe hot shafts of air into the matted hair and nestled the cock and balls to a place between her mouth and nose. Delicious, she thought, as she slid her hand up the thickening tool. Involuntarily she moaned as the heat of the meat grew with its increasing size. She stroked it with her palm and felt desire take hold of her mind. She wanted to suck the knob on its end. She felt that some need in herself would be satisfied if only Bull would let her suck him off as much as she wanted.
Bull felt Cindy's kisses grow more frantic along the side of his prick as it stiffened. She sure likes sucking cock, he thought. And it felt so good having her hot mouth lick and suck his member clean after the titanic fuck with Patti. Wonder if she likes the taste of Patti's cum as well? It sure feels like she does, thought Bull, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Cindy took the knobby red head of Bull's prick into her mouth and tongued it lavishly. The slick taut feel of the enormous head against the soft inner flesh of her mouth made her moan about his cock. She licked her tongue tip into the vee repeatedly while her mind reveled in the feel of a mouthful of cock.
She plunged her head forward slowly and felt the steering wheel graze along her ear. The gigantic cock cylinder her mouth surrounded pulsed with new blood as Bull felt her mouth devouring his rod with one sure and steady stroke.
His cocktip touched the back of her throat and he felt her swallow, then open her esophagus to take him in. It was as if she wished to consume him whole and was accommodating the thought by extending her flesh until she did so. Being sucked off by Cindy was pure bliss, and he found it difficult to retain control of the car.
Cindy's mouth pumped up and down on his shaft more fervently now. She kept her lips between her teeth and his prick and sucked on the knob with a tickling tongue at the end of each stroke. Up and down as quickly as she could, she let her throat gurgle at the back when the tip of his prick got there and then hummed steadily.
It was a wild, eerie feeling for Bull. He was locked behind the driver's wheel by the speed of the car and forced to pay attention to the night. Cindy was making a sound somewhat like a religious mystic-Ommmmmm-and he could feel the noise tickle along with her tongue about his glands. Come, come, the sound intoned. And Bull saw no reason to hold off.
Using the steering wheel only slightly for leverage and balance, he maintained control of the car while his lower body humped up and down between the seat cushions and Cindy's busy mouth. Bull felt the hot urgings of orgasm prickle slightly into his prostate and he let his hip motions out as far as he could. Soon, he was no longer going seventy, but one hundred miles an hour. Taco could not help but remind him of that fact.
"Nevada border ... just passed ... " grunted Bull from between clenched teeth as his open eyes wanted to roll up in his head from the effort at control of the car. As if from a distance, he heard his own words and felt the shock of his hips slap Cindy's lips and he came like a counterpoint melody caught between the two while his eyes fought to turn the roller coaster road into something more maneuverable. But he did not let off the accelerator-oh no, not Bull.
As his hips rocked out spasms of the seminal fluid for Cindy's busy mouth to gulp down, he pressed harder on the pedal.
"Will you shoot your wad, and slow down a little, you fool?" Taco cried when he saw the speedometer needle glue itself on the stick at the far side of 120. Still, the car continued to pick up speed. As if she were sucking for the very bottom of his core, Cindy concentrated all the suction of her mouth at the slit on the end of his bulb.
"Torrero!" finally came Bull's nearly indecipherable reply. I meet the charging beast with a blade of pain in his neck and he dies on the spot, was the thought in Bull's mind at the time. He put everything he had, including the horn, into celebrating the passage of the blade. He came.
"Whew," Taco sighed his relief as he felt the speed of the car slowing down to a normal pace.
"Patti, did I drive like that when you and Bull were fucking?" Taco asked with a bit of derision in his voice.
"I wouldn't know," Patti replied coolly. "I was too occupied to notice, if you see what I mean."
"I must or else I would remember doing it. But of course I didn't. It's just not like me."
"What's not like you?"
"To drive that fast when Cindy was sucking my cock. That's Bull's bag, not mine."
"What's your bag?" Patti inquired provocatively as she ran her finger between the hairy buns of his ass.
Taco felt his cock grow and thought again of the scene he had been going over in his mind during the time he was driving: the picture of his brother fucking his wife in the ass on their living room floor. His meat had thickened with how erotic the sight had been as Cindy was sucking his cock. He had wanted to change places with his brother not in body, but in spirit. But he had not been able to get through to Bull at all.
Now, he imagined himself as his other brother, a third one, a combination of them both.
When Taco's hands felt the firm buns of Patti's rear entrance, his mind was inflamed with lustful thoughts. It was within his ambition to own steel factories and he imagined his brother's cock was made of pig iron, while Patti's ass was molten glass.
He felt the stretched taut tip of his shiny ellipse worm between the flowings of her muscular ass and like a living cave she clenched his pecker farther into her bowels. Taco felt Patti's asshole and the rosette seemed to flower on first contact, causing his pricktip to flatten until she relaxed and absorbed a little more of his stroke.
With steady pressure Taco was rewarded at last by feeling the tip of his cock pop into the passage.
A shrill almost fluttery gasp escaped Patti and she wriggled her ass in a circular manner. Taco felt as if his prick were being turned like a butter churn and he was the handle. Deliberately he stiffened his body up and pushed his pecker deeper. Patti groaned and answered his thrust by increasing the humps of her tempestuous ass.
Jesus! I've never seen her this far gone before, Taco thought as his wife's body seemed to be an extension of his every tiny motion. The deeper he lunged into her butt hole, the more she stiffened and seemed to glow with an aura of animal savagery. It was as if she were a leopard frozen within a moment's bubble. Her movements were intense organic things that seemed to crawl spontaneously and sensually over her resilient flesh. In her heart pounded an earth drum of gathering feeling and her lips cried silently the word, Yes. Again she shaped her lips and spoke without voice until the depth of Taco's thrust forced out the sound.
"Yes, baby, yes. Rock me, cowboy. You're in the saddle now. Oh, good-fuck me, Taco, fuck me, baby!" Her words streamed forth as she clawed the floor and felt the form of the man sock his cock to her bowels and back. She begged for more.
Wham bam, thank you, ma'am, rang singsong through Taco's mind. In and out he bashed his tool in Patti's elastic ass until he felt his orgasm building below the base of his balls. Then, pushing his cock as deeply as it would go, he attempted to leave it there and, perhaps, prolong the time before orgasm. But Patti was having none of it. Even if she knew his intent, her body was long past obeying any conscious voices and was lost in some primordial rumba of sex.
As if her body were an electric glove and capable of concentrating all of its energies to one spot on a finger, Patti's pulsing butt demanded with tiny, incredibly intense motions that Taco cum. He yielded to the pressure blindly.
Having just time to withdraw once, Taco put every ounce he could into the first blast and imagined himself like a cannon sending a ball of fire into the woman's bowels.
Taco's cum seared into Patti and she bucked from the charge of it. Clenching her ass as tightly as she could around his spasming penis, she relaxed only when she felt a new surge of semen so that Taco felt she was letting air out of him in stages, as if he were a balloon.
The feeling was incredible. Her asshole worked like a suction cup and drew him up until he exploded gobs of cum as hard as he could. Beautiful! cried his mind. He felt a great distance from the voice in his brain, though, as the shudders of pleasure jolting up from his loins wracked his scalp in waves. Tiny tingles of feeling seemed to glow at the root of each hair. He came to the edge of exhaustion and was glad to be alive.
CHAPTER THREE
Everyone was asleep but Bull as he pulled over the crest of a hill and saw the neon lake of Las Vegas in the distance.
The many-fabled Vegas, Bull thought and slowed, looking for a place to stop and contemplate the view. He stopped the car and got out.
The dark night's starladon sky rivaled the mirage of manmade light in splendor, but somehow not in awe. It was as though the divinities had known of the powers they unleashed in the universe when they lit up the stars. The orbs were huge amounts of space apart. And man clusters on the earth like stars-not bad, Bull thought. A thought like that is worth stopping the car for.
"What is it?" Cindy's sleepy voice interrupted Bull's train of thought.
"Nothing, baby. There's Las Vegas below us. It's beautiful from here."
"I want to see, too." Patti's voice from the back of the car told Bull that everyone was now awake. Gallantly he opened the car doors and waved them forward to see the view.
In each of their minds the neon took a different shape but still looked like nothing so much as an electric lake. In a few minutes they would be there, submerged in its timeless style. Deep in the waters of a place where vice was a capital shrine.
The perfect place for a revolution, Taco was thinking. And the four of us are starting one in a way. We will be knowingly polygamous. On whom was a crime being committed, then? It would be an interesting debate. And what the hell. It was fun.
"Well, let's not stand here all night," Patti finally said practically. "I want to get there. Don't you guys agree?"
"But this is so nice out here," Cindy replied, romantically throwing her head back and consuming the night.
"Yeah, but we don't have all night," Bull echoed Patti's practicality. He, too, was eager.
"Okay. Let's go," Taco decided. "I'll drive."
With renewed excitement they piled into the car and were off in a spin of wheels on the gravel at the side of the road.
In no time it seemed they were rolling slowly by the huge signs of the Strip. Seemingly without a thought, Taco pulled into the Stardust Hotel.
Sometimes he acts like he's guessing my mind, Bull thought. I would have done the same thing.
Each couple had brought only a small bag, so that luggage was not a problem. And as soon as Taco slipped the night clerk a twenty-dollar bill, they got a double room with king-size beds.
"Send the bags ahead," Taco told the clerk. He saw a bitchy walk he had been eyeing turn out to be a blonde with more than a wink in her eye. Over his shoulder he said to the other three, "Be back later, folks. Think I'll test my fate." He strolled off across the mezzanine and took the three steps into the casino pit as he regarded the blonde's shapely legs.
Cindy chuckled and shook her head. "Taco's too much when he does that. Wonder what it's like."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that it's funny sometimes how Taco just drifts away on the scent of something-like he was nothing but a rambling dog. I think I'd like to be that way." Cindy reflected on the character trait.
"These your bags, miss?" She found the question coming at her from a bellboy who looked enough like her father to be a twin.
"Yes. The clerk has the key," she said with the beginnings of an idea forming in her mind as the bellboy looked her up and down speculatively.
"Let's get a drink before going up. What do you say?" she suggested. Bull and Patti agreed.
"Here." Cindy dug into her purse and took out a crumpled bill. "Take the bags ahead of us. And, here's for your trouble." She handed the money to the bellhop and in the same motion tickled his palm with her index finger.
The bar was on the far side of the casino. On the way over Bull stopped and bought some chips. Their clatter in his hand made him feel as if he had only truly arrived in Vegas at that moment.
Then, as they started down the steps, Cindy halted as if remembering something and said, "You two go ahead. I'll join you after I brush my teeth. After all, that ride we took was quite a mouthful for me." She grinned at them.
Both Bull and Patti laughed appreciatively at the joke and agreed. They watched her red-pantied ass swing saucily up the stairs.
"You know something," Bull said matter of factly as he and Patti threaded their way across the casino floor, "I think Cindy's had an impulse to fuck the bellboy."
"Really, Bull?" Patti made her eyes as big as saucers in reply. He could see rounded sections of the people and the gaming tables reflected amidst the shiny spokes of her gray-green eyes. For some reason Bull thought of foggy sea coasts when he saw Patti's eyes that way. With a grunt of "We'll see," he took her by the elbow and entered the lounge.
"Two in a corner booth, if you please," he said to the frosty-haired hostess with an hourglass figure. He held a chip between his forefinger and thumb as if he were about to spin it down the cleavage of her softly bulging breasts.
"I've just the booth, it seems," the hostess said with a slow smile and led the way to a cove of booths. In the corner tucked like a teardrop between two large party booths was an oddly sculptured table exactly right for two.
Once in the booth, they could see a piano circling above the long bar counter. On the moving platform a trio played cool and lilting jazz. Suddenly the mood was intimate between them and they were gazing like eternal lovers into each other's eyes.
"What'll you kids have tonight?" A scantily dressed barmaid with a perky manner stood before them to take their order.
"Champagne," Patti said impulsively.
"Okay. And make it something special. You choose the house and the year," Bull ordered the barmaid and then returned his gaze to Patti.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he said as he took one of her hands in his.
"No, tell me," Patti implored and licked her lips as she leaned her face toward him.
"I don't want to tell you-I want to show you."
"How are you going to do that here?" An impish smile was growing on Patti's face.
Before Bull could answer, the girl arrived back with the wine. After sampling the taste and finding it satisfying, he said it was fine. Once again they were alone in the secluded booth crowded amongst a multitude of people.
"I could eat you right here." Bull was thinking out loud in a half-kidding whisper.
"You wouldn't dare," Patti gasped and giggled when she felt her pussy quiver with the thought of it.
"Sure I would. The tablecloth would hide me. No one would know." Bull was warming quickly to the idea.
"Oh, Bull! How could I just sit here with my face showing and all? No, I couldn't! I would be embarrassed to death."
"No, you wouldn't." Bull's tone revealed a determination that Patti caught the sound of.
"Bull, you wouldn't. No, you can't," she whispered shrilly even as hope sank in her breast and she saw his head disappearing past the edge of the table. "Bull, cut it out!" There was a nearly hysterical note in her plea as she felt his hand creep up her bare thigh. A tingling sensation took place deep in her loins and, despite herself, she was drawn to the idea.
"Scoot forward so I can get your panties off." Bull's voice was a whisper below her. Hurriedly she checked the booth next to her to see if anyone was looking. Then as if hypnotized by the thought of what was taking place, she complied.
When Bull first tugged at the slip of material about her hips he nearly brought her under the table with him. Patti had the absurd picture of herself about to drown. But then as the material slid down her legs she was able to struggle up until her elbows supported her weight on the table edge.
"Bull, stop! It's too much," she whispered harshly. But something told her that he would not-no matter what she said.
She could feel his jaw as it worked its way along her thigh. His hot tongue began to caress the soft inner flesh of her groin. Jeez, it is really happening! Patti thought as she became increasingly aware of all the sounds and movement around her. I'm being eaten in front of a thousand people and nobody knows. Christ, this is weird.
Bull's tongue was now insisting wetly at the slit of her pussy lips. With a shudder of giddiness she felt her cunt part as the tip of Bull's tongue wriggled in. God, what an incredible feeling this is-looking around at all these people and having my pussy licked at the same time! It's just too delicious, Patti thought.
Bull had found her clit and now was wriggling the growing nub back and forth with all his might. Wild, wanton shivers coursed up Patti and it was everything she could do to keep from moaning aloud.
What if someone looked and saw Bull was gone? Would they guess where he was-with his mouth suckling the stud of her clit beneath the table? Patti's teeth literally started to chatter with the tension the moment was creating in her. Her eyes closed slowly as she took a sip of champagne, hoping it would steady her. But it only served to burn its way through her body and meet Bull's tongue in an excruciating tickle of ecstasy on the tip of her clit.
"Oh," she groaned and attempted to clench her teeth. "I'm cumming!" She hissed between her teeth as if she were a bird in a cage. The sound trilled out of her as she climaxed and drenched Bull's tongue with her sweet-tasting sex.
* * *
Cindy walked across the lobby just in time to catch sight of the bellboy and his cart turning down a hallway toward the pool side of the hotel. Since she'd forgotten to get the room number she would have to follow him there. She hurried to catch up.
Hey, that's right, she told herself as her steps quickened, Bull and Patti and Taco don't know the room number either. Well, she could always find them somewhere.
She saw the man's uniformed back take another turn and she almost whistled for him to stop but caught herself in time. Then just as she turned the corner and broke into a trot, she saw he was stopped at a door and unlocking it.
"Hello," she said, half breathless from the chase.
"Ma'am." He nodded politely, then again eyed her as if she were a piece of beef on the hoof. He swung the door open, clicked the light switch on and then silently gestured that she should go ahead.
Suddenly Cindy was a little afraid of the impulse that had made her follow this man. His eyes were cool and full of irony and she could see that she had not been mistaken about the resemblance he held to her father. What would her daddy the banker think if he saw he had a twin that was a Las Vegas bellboy? As she passed before him, she wondered if he might not touch her on the ass.
But he did not. Politely he carried the bags to the foot of each bed. With the practiced movements of routine, he pulled the drapes back to reveal the soft pool lights outside the sliding glass doors on the far side of the room.
"Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?" he asked after checking the bathroom for towels.
"Yes, you can," Cindy answered slowly, wondering at her boldness. "I followed you up here because you look like my father."
"That's a good one!" the man guffawed.
"Don't you believe me?" Cindy demanded, offended by his laughter.
"Sure, baby. I believe you." His smile changed to a leer as he approached her.
"Never mind. I can see you don't understand." Cindy was irritated with the turn of events. "You can go now," she finished coldly.
"Sure, baby." He was not paying the slightest attention to her words. "I'll go. Only after you get what you came up here for."
"What are you talking about?" Cindy wondered if she had been that apparent or if this guy was just a wolf with an overbearing manner.
"Don't kid me, sister." His eyes were wise as he grabbed her shoulders in a firm grip and crushed her mouth to his.
Without concerning herself further about who or what he was, Cindy gave in to the kiss. She felt his tongue probe deeply into her mouth and touch hers. She responded as if the touch were fire and like a fencer drove him back with quick hot darts of her own volatile tongue.
He pushed her away from him and onto the bed. In a studied, almost ritualistic manner he held her gaze while he took off his uniform.
The hair on his well-tanned chest was salt and pepper gray and Cindy thought to herself that he must spend all day in the sun to keep up that tan. Beneath the slim fit of his uniform pants he was naked and the sight of his heavy cock and balls was somehow ominous. They looked mean-if such a thing could be said about a man's genitals. A shiver that was a mixture of both fear and anticipation ran up Cindy's spine.
"Sure of yourself, aren't you?" she wanted to know with a petulant smile on her lips.
"Sure enough," was his reply.
"What makes you think I won't scream rape and have you and the hotel in a lawsuit?"
"You know how many of those things we get every day in this town, lady?" He shook his head as if it was pitiful to think about. "Besides, if what you were after was something like that, you'd never put yourself in the position you're in without witnesses. So, let's cut the small talk and get it on."
There was something commanding in his tone that Cindy felt the need to obey. Perhaps it was that he looked so much like her father. Docilely she slid the light dress she wore over her head.
Beneath, she was wearing no bra so that her pert breasts were revealed immediately to his measuring gaze. The way his eyes took her in was as if she were an animal to be judged among a herd of others and he was just familiarizing himself with her attributes. The gaze was so cold she shivered with it. But at the same time she was fascinated that such an attitude could exist.
Before she could protest, he put one hand on her chest and took her panties in the other, then pushed and pulled in one motion. Her panties were gone with hardly a sound, he was so quick and strong.
This is turning into something more than I bargained for with this dude, Cindy thought as he yanked her into his arms with a wrench. What the hell's he got about the rough stuff? I hope I haven't gotten hold of a sadist.
He curled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so that she could feel her throat go taut with the pressure. There was just the slightest tingle of pain on the edge of where his arms held her. Still, his eyes held that steady measuring appraisal. Jesus, is he an ice cube or something? The thought panicked her and he saw the fright cloud her eyes.
"What do you want to do, little girl?" he asked in a compelling tone.
Without thinking, she spoke. "Whatever you want."
An almost cruel smile played across his lips and a sneer passed into his eyes. This one is going to be too easy, he thought in the private part of his mind.
* * *
"Here you are," drawled Taco, just as Bull wiped Patti's cum from his lips with the careful napkin dabbing of a true connoisseur. "This is Linda McGraw," Taco continued as a striking blonde slid into the booth beside Patti. Taco slid in after her so that the two women were confined at the back of the booth.
"I asked the girl to bring us more glasses and another bottle of champagne." Taco smiled. "What were you doing, eating Patti beneath the table?"
Patti blushed and looked around guiltily, wondering who else might have seen.
"Oh, don't worry. You really couldn't tell," Linda laughingly assured her. Reassuringly, her hand touched Patti's thigh and a series of goose-flesh bumps crawled along the marble flesh.
"How did you know?" Bull asked matter of factly and frankly not surprised by his brother's perceptive guess.
"I know that look on my wife's face. And when I saw it and she was alone, I got curious. By the time I looked again your head was just rising past the booth rim-so I put two and two together and Linda and I decided to join you." Taco shrugged as if it all were child's play.
Before anyone could speak further about it, the waitress came with two more glasses and another bottle of the same champagne.
"Just leave it unopened, if you will. We'll finish this one first," Taco said to her. When she had left he turned to Bull and added, "Linda thinks it's a wild idea and wants to try it."
"What is?" Bull asked as he sipped his wine.
"Making love beneath the table."
"Who to?" Bull's interest began to pique.
"Anyone who wants her to," Taco answered. Bull glanced at Linda and she smiled demurely in agreement.
Patti seemed frozen. And she very nearly was. Linda had pressed one breast into her upper arm while her hand stole up and down Patti's thigh and boldly sought entrance to her crotch. Bull could not really tell what was happening, of course, so he looked back at Taco.
"Is this all really happening?" In a hesitating voice Patti finally broke the silence.
"Sure it is, sugar." Linda's hand managed to wedge itself between Patti's quaking legs.
"Well, I know one thing," Patti said, gaining control of herself. "I'm not sitting up here while somebody else goes down there again. I'm going if anybody does!"
Suddenly Bull roared his laughter into the room. The remark showed such good spirit on Patti's part that he adored her. Taco's grin was wry, of course.
"Why don't we both go down?" Linda suggested with inspiration. "That way neither man will know who's doing who!"
It seemed like a delightful idea to both men and Patti had already volunteered. So, as casually as possible, both girls slid down in the booth and disappeared beneath the table.
When Patti's eyes adjusted to the dark she saw Linda holding one finger to her lips for secrecy while her other hand worked down her blouse front and freed her bra-clad breasts. The bright pink lace was only for the most basic support rather than anything else since in the center was a hole through which Linda's nipples stuck impetuously. Linda put both hands on the sides of Patti's face and whispered a delicate kiss on her lips with just a tiny fleece of the tongue at the end.
They were cramped together around the stainless-steel column that held up the table top, so that it was hard to move against the men's legs. Patti thought it best to stay in the back of the booth and not try changing sides by going around the column. So, she turned her attention to Bull's lap, ready to start action.
Her hand scurried along his trouser leg until she felt the length of his prick harden beneath her palm. Behind her she could feel Linda's bottom maneuvering for position against her. As her hand undid Bull's zipper her ass also pushed against Linda's. She was holding her own. As she pulled Bull's cock from his fly she felt Linda's hand hitch her mini-dress up and pull her panties off her hips. Determined not to lose any ground, Patti's own hands did the same while her mouth sucked in the bulb of Bull's throbbing prick.
Patti could feel the silken hardness of Linda's buns as they ground against her own. She pressed back and felt Linda's hand steal backward between her own legs and touch Patti's cunt lips. In an effort to duplicate the maneuver, Patti forgot what her mouth was doing and pulled Bull forward and down with a bite.
"Ow!" She heard an exclamation from above and realized what she had done. Trying to show how contrite she felt with her mouth, she tenderly tongued the bulbous head until she felt the tension drain from Bull's groin and his prick start to grow again.
Linda's finger in her pussy was already beginning to steam her up and she let her mouth communicate the heat to Bull's enormous staff. She caressed his balls with her tongue, then licked longingly up the underside of his fleshy, gnarled dick and found the notch of flesh at the head. She let her tongue linger there until Linda's finger penetrated the walls of her pussy. Then, as if to fill her mouth with the rod would fulfill her further, she sucked the member's head in with a pop.
Her tongue licked the slit-eyed head over and around and down the elliptical end. She curled her tongue way back in her mouth, making it as big as she could. She sucked on his pecker and tickled her tongue at its end.
Linda's finger was pulsing in and out of her box as her thumb strummed Patti's clit. The mouthing's on Bull's cock became more fervid, more insistent, as the woman's fingers caused Patti's cum to start. She felt impaled and strung between two hot places and her only defense was to suck and wriggle as hard as she could.
Her fingers were doing much the same thing to Linda and somehow in her mind she saw her tongue as part of her hand. In her mouth she translated the scene in torrid writhings on the end of Bull's massive prick. Hungrily and frantically, she plunged the organ in and out of her mouth, praying to herself that Bull would cum quickly. Her own orgasm was driving her body into gigantic throbs and her mind began to worry that they would all upset the table. From the buckings of Linda's ass against hers, Patti could tell that the other woman was in much the same state.
Her body began to sweat with the heat of the close quarters and grouped sexual contact; she felt as if she were going to faint. Just as the last tremor she thought she could stand shook her, her mouth felt Bull's prick swell and his hips thrust deeply at her. In one electrifying moment her mouth was gorged with semen, and at the same time her cunt let loose a torrent about Linda's hand. From a great distance she could feel Linda's pussy wet her fingers as well.
She swallowed frantically, knowing another mouth load would shortly come, and felt as if she were drowning. Her eyes watered, her throat worked and Bull's prick sent another wad blasting into her. She lost all sense of time and space and felt as if she were a small boat rocking between two waves. Her mouth gobbled the semen as if it were intended for her pussy and she were hurrying it along lest it be late. As if she were a river canyon for the waters to rage through, the cumming went on endlessly. With each moment's passing she became a different event in nature until finally the orgasms dwindled and stopped.
Without even taking her mouth from around Bull's softening prick she laid her head on his thigh and rested. Like a baby halfheartedly sucking a bottle she felt relaxed on the after edge of bliss. She did not want to move for an eternity.
* * *
"How would you like it if I slapped you around a little bit, baby?" The bellman's tone was cynical and mocking. His hand curled more tightly into Cindy's hair and he pulled her away from him.
"Oh, no, please," she begged. "Please don't."
Contemptuously he pulled her head farther back and her body followed until her legs struck the edge of the bed and she fell onto it as he let her hair go.
"Turn over," he ordered. Frightened, Cindy did as he said.
"What are you going to do?" Her voice was small, imploring.
"Shut up, bitch." The man was no longer coolly cynical, but gruff and ill-tempered. Sitting down on the bed beside her, he pulled her up the bed until her head rested against the pillow.
"On your knees with your shoulders on the bed," he ordered as he crawled up behind her. Cindy was still too frightened to do anything but comply. When her rear was poised as high as it could go from the position she was in, he brought both hands smacking down on her taut buns and the report of the contact was like a rifle firing. He hit her too hard, hurting at first. But as she protested with a whimpering cry the sting set in.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged while she wished that Bull was there. But Bull did not even know the room number so there was no hope there. Her mind worked frantically for some means of escape, and just then he put one stubby finger into her tightly exposed crotch and wagged it in the folds of her moist flesh. Despite her fear and her smarting ass, the new feeling was good and now hope that he was not as mean as he seemed crowded the other emotions in her mind.
Perhaps he's only trying to scare me. Maybe if I act like I'm not afraid he'll stop.
She made her voice kittenish. "Don't you want a little frenching first, lover man?" She looked up at him and licked her lips invitingly. With her eyes she told him her hunger was to suck his cock. Behind it all, she realized she felt depraved since his finger was arousing more than feigned lust.
"Now that's a good idea," he said as if there was more to his acceptance than met the ear. "Why don't you do just that, baby?"
He leaned back on the bed and, using his hands to support his upper body, he rested his ass on the haunches of his legs. When Cindy turned over and looked at the thing she had offered her mouth to, a gasp escaped her lips. This time as she gazed at the man's rod, she saw clearly that he was not circumcised. And somehow the fact lent a unique personality to his prick.
She had never sucked an uncircumcised dick before. Then too, as she had noticed before, this man's prick somehow looked mean. He caught the glimmer of her hesitation.
"What are you waiting for, bitch?" One of his hands came up as if to strike her and quickly she lowered her head after the beastly-looking thing.
Her lips tasted the salt on his prick first. She wondered if the strong smell she encountered was due to the skin sheath in which his cock was encased. It was more like an animal's penis than any she had ever seen before.
Curiously she ran the palm of her hand under the fold of skin and restlessly the organ stirred. Beneath the flesh she could feel the muscle harden, then the tip of the red ellipse showed itself to her inquisitive gaze. She increased the pressure of her rub and the cock stiffened further until the angry purple head showed completely and his length lay heavily in her hand.
Gently she raised it to her lips and let her pink tongue tip creep exploringly from between her full, parted lips. He tasted salty and a little of the smoke and fever a gambler knows. Unconsciously she thrilled at the illicit taste and she shivered her lips around the blood-gorged crown.
"Suck it, bitch." His voice was harsh.
Obeying, Cindy took the head wholly into her mouth and ran her tongue like a velvet rasp over the glands. The taut slick flesh seemed to swell in an instant and Cindy's mouth was crammed full with just the head.
God, he's huge, she thought while her mouth struggled to encase even more of the gigantic organ. She pushed her mouth slowly forward while she wriggled her tongue incessantly on the crown's underside. Slowly she took in more and more of the huge meat until she felt the distended head touch the back of her throat. Perhaps if he came quickly he would cool off a bit.
Leaving the prick tip as far down her throat as it would go, she made a gurgling sound and worked her neck muscles to take in even more of the massive member. Her gag mechanism was activated and convulsively her throat worked for air. When she started to pull her head back, he grabbed her hair and held her mouth on his prick until she was nearly unconscious.
"Don't want to kill you," he muttered finally and pulled her mouth free.
* * *
"Bull, where's Cindy?" Taco asked after both Patti and Linda had come up from below and were now sitting with composure, sipping their champagne. One would never know that but moments before they had blown the men. Of course, Linda's highly coifed hair was a little disheveled and Patti's even manner seemed a little on the wane. But other than that, all appearances were quite normal.
"I think"-Bull was being reflective, toying with his glass-"I think she's fucking the bellboy. But it's just a guess."
"Which one?" Linda asked, alarmed.
"A middle-aged guy. Gray temples and cynical eyes. Why?"
"Because if it's who I think it is, she may be in trouble. He's a sadistic pimp." Linda spat out the words as if she had the bitter taste of venom in her mouth.
"Don't worry about Cindy. She can handle herself," Taco assured them. "But one of us should go and check, nonetheless." Bull started to get up, but Taco held him down with a light touch and said, "She's my bride-to-be, big fella. So you better watch yourself, you understand?" He winked at the party and with a grin he was gone.
"That Taco's quite a kidder, isn't he?" Linda said as they watched him maneuver his way between tables and out of the lounge. "He had me picked up and in stitches before I knew his name. Who's Cindy?"
"My wife," Bull answered without thinking of how much Linda understood of their plans.
"Your wife ... I see," Linda remarked, although she looked as though she certainly did not understand.
In Bull's eyes she looked like the classically typed dumb blonde but her words made all who heard them look twice. Under that innocent eye make-up job, there was a cunning that Bull had felt as soon as he had met her. She seemed like some clever predator whose very good nature said almost outspokenly, "Beware of me." All in all, she struck Bull as a little sad and world weary.
"What do you do, Linda? I mean, are you a showgirl or something like that?" Bull asked.
"Something like that." Linda laughed good-naturedly. "I'm what you might call a party girl. I came to Las Vegas a year or so ago to get a divorce and liked it here. So, I just stayed on."
"But how do you support yourself?" Patti wanted to know.
"Oh, something always comes along. Besides, I've learned some of the ins and outs of gambling for a living," Linda added casually.
"What do you mean?" Bull asked. The nature of such remarks never failed to interest him.
"Well, sometimes you can just tell who is going to win and who is going to lose simply by watching the tables. I just play along or bet against them-that's all."
"Why doesn't someone get wise to you and put a stop to it? Aren't you costing the house money?"
"Oh. I'm careful not to make a pig of myself. And besides, I'm good for business. The dealers usually know what I'm up to, but as long as I don't try to break the bank or steal from the drunks, they let me alone."
"I see," Bull said pensively. In a motion of finality, he drained his glass. Seeing there was no more, he suggested, "Let's go, shall we?"
"Where to? The room?" Patti wondered aloud.
"Well, I was thinking, why not get another room as well? After all, you and I are going to have our honeymoon in a little while." Bull tried to make his grin lascivious, but he succeeded only in looking like a good-natured clown.
"Here's where I check out," Linda interjected with a philosophical shrug.
"Oh no! Stay with us for a while," Patti pleaded, telling Linda with her eyes that they still had some unfinished business.
"Yeah, sure," agreed Bull. "Let's splurge and get the honeymoon suite-and maybe a room or two to spare!"
"Okay." Linda allowed herself to be taken up by the party atmosphere the other two exuded. Bull put a bill down to cover the check and they went back to the front desk.
"We'd like a honeymoon suite, please. Preferably a very large one, if you please."
"We do have an executive suite with three bedrooms, sir. But I'm afraid our honeymoon suites are rather small and intimate. Usually something with a round bed."
"How about putting a couple of round beds in the executive suite and we'll take that?" Bull suggested in return. "We'll do a little gambling while we wait, okay?"
"Very well, sir. It is possible-but expensive. But if it is what you wish."
Bull fished a hundred off his roll. Folding it lengthwise, he passed it purposefully to the clerk. "Credit what you need of that against the account. Torres is the name. We've already checked in so just add the rooms together under one bill."
"Very well, sir. Just as you wish."
"Come on, girls," said Bull taking both by the hands. "Let's see what it's like in that there gambling parlor."
CHAPTER FOUR
When Taco left the table, he made his way to the desk, asked for the room number, and got the extra key. He walked quickly to the room, and when he opened the door he found the light on and heard a whimpering sound beyond. It was Cindy lying naked and crying on a rumpled bed.
"Oh, Bull, I'm so glad you're here."
"It's me, Taco," he said and crossed quickly to her. "What's the matter, baby?"
"Oh, Taco, I've just had the most horrible experience. But I don't want to talk right now," she answered through her tears.
"Okay. If that's what you want. But it's alright now. I'm here. It's okay." His hand reassuringly drew her to his chest and he tried to calm her. Gradually she stopped trembling and Taco turned her face gently up to his and kissed away her tears. His hands stroked her softly now and almost before he realized it, his reassurance had turned to loveplay.
Cindy sensed the change and welcomed it. She unbuttoned his shirt front even as the tears slowly abated from her eyes. Taco stood up and kicked his sandals off, then shed his pants and shirt and rejoined her on the bed. For some reason, he had an impression as if he were going to a French prostitute.
Cindy's lips were soft and lush when they met Taco's; he tasted them as honey. Their pouting fullness seemed to glue onto his hard dry mouth between his lips. Taco was taken slightly by surprise with the intensity of her kiss, but soon his tongue was writhing against hers with mounting passion. His hand left her chin and moved to the softly swollen flesh of her breasts. He teased her nipples into rigid erections by rolling first one then the other in the palm of his hand. Then he broke their kiss and, while Cindy gasped her pleasure, began sucking then nibbling on the erect knobs.
"Oh, yes, that feels so good," she gasped, "don't ever stop. I love you to do that. Don't ever stop, please, don't stop."
Taco did not bother to answer her pleadings with his voice but rather increased the lashing his tongue and teeth were giving Cindy's nipples. She brought both hands to the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into the quivering flesh, moaning and sighing all the while. His hungry mouth sent chills of ecstasy through her heat-glistening breasts. The tonguing that her breasts were undergoing finally lifted her hips off the bed in a spasm of desire.
Taco's hand slipped between her legs. First he stroked along the outer lips of her vagina but then as his ministrations took their effect, his caresses grew bolder. He parted the delicate folds of her pussy lips and explored the moist inner flesh with his powerful fingers. He stroked her and then located the tiny slit that led to her aching clit. Already it was swollen and filled with blood, but still he ran his finger fervidly about its increasing size until he was flicking it back and forth as if it were a hard rubber nipple. Cindy began to writhe her hips and groan. She let go of the back of Taco's head and felt along his thigh for his cock.
Slowly she caressed its hardness and a purr of pleasure escaped her panting lips. Her touch served to spur Taco on and he increased his sucking and fingering until Cindy's body was as high-strung as a piano wire. As her hips started to thrash harder in response to Taco's insistent attention, he moved his head suddenly lower on her torso. Kissing and licking his way across the ivory whiteness of the woman's belly, his mouth came to the blonde, scented mound of her sex. Taco grunted with pleasure as he rubbed her snatch with his lips and tongue. Pressing at the base of the turgid clit he sucked its rubber hard knob into his mouth and took over the flicking with his tongue while his finger began a rhythmic plunging motion in and out of the soft, fleshy walls of her box. Cindy contracted the muscles of her cunt around the invading finger and moaned as her passion mounted. While Taco warmed to the task of eating her, his torso moved up on the bed until he straddled the woman's upper body with his huge organ brushing along her cheek toward her mouth. With the hand that still clung to the gigantic member, she drew the head to her lips and sucked in the tight-skinned glands.
The feeling of Cindy's expert mouth on his cockhead sent Taco into an ecstatic flight of frenzy. He thrashed his tongue about the rigid clitoris and at the same time churned his hips madly, driving the purple-headed staff deeply in and out of Cindy's hungry mouth. She whirled her tongue around the crease along the under edge of the torrid bulb and they fell into the rocking mutual rhythms of oral sex.
As Cindy felt the veins of his organ begin to swell the tool to even greater proportions, the memory of her near choking on the bellboy's rod caused fear to rise in her swollen throat. But her innate passion for cocksucking and Taco's mouth as it worked over her pussy overcame any doubts and she felt the first tingle of a climax. And as the wracks of pleasure followed, she lost all thought of fear and licked and sucked his cock with her usual ecstatic aggression.
"Easy does it, baby," Taco said, coming up for air. "Take it easy on that thing and let's save it for a dip into that lovely, sweet cunt of yours."
"I don't care how we do it," Cindy moaned. "Just hurry up and get it in if you're going to fuck me!"
Taco took her at her word and hurriedly moved to position himself for the plunge between her legs.
"Oh, let me put it in, darling," Cindy hissed between clenched teeth. "Very slowly now. Slowly, that's it. Oh! It's so good, so good, so very, very good."
Gently she led the bulky head to the opening, hot slit between her legs and pressed it against her hungry cunt lips. With one greedy plunge Taco drove his shaft to the hilt.
Her moist cavern fluttered tightly around the iron-hard rod and caressed its dive like a moth irrevocably drawn to fire. The tightening walls pricked his fleshy cock with her heat as he withdrew for another run.
When Taco's head drummed against Cindy's womb with the force of thunder, her hips leaped from the sheets in response. With this one gigantic thrust he had her body echoing his rhythm in perfect counterpoint making beautiful music.
He made his strokes long and thin, timed to explode on her cervix with maximum force. They hit with such brute power that Cindy's buttocks were driven back to the mattress where their firm-fleshed bounce returned her hips to meet his next thrust.
"I'm cumminnggggg!!!" she screamed, as Taco gasped and snorted like a raging bull. Their mutual climax exploded over them, leaving them panting in each other's arms and unable to speak through their satiation.
* * *
Patti and Linda stayed with Bull for a while, watching the gambling. Then when the clerk courteously informed them their rooms were ready, Patti decided she would go and take a shower.
"Why don't you come with me, Linda? Bull's going to watch for hours, I can tell. Besides you probably get to see as much of this as you want anytime."
"You're right. And besides, I shouldn't let the pit boss get the idea I'm coaching Bull-you know what I mean."
So, it was agreed. And the girls went off to the room, leaving Bull to his own devices.
"Bull sure is quiet compared to Taco, isn't he?" Linda asked as they entered the suite. Patti just smiled like a Cheshire cat.
They found themselves in a large living room tastefully done but a little sterile. The furniture was overstuffed contemporary and really quite nice considering its lack of culture.
"I've just got to take a shower. But I haven't any clothes to put on," Patti said.
"Oh? Where are they?"
"In the other room, I suppose. I guess I could call and have them brought over. That's what I'll do."
Patti crossed the room to a writing desk on which the telephone sat at one end. She picked up the receiver.
"Hello? This is Mrs. Peter Torres. I'm in the executive suite, and my husband also registered in another room. What is that number, please? Yes? What is it? 1-6-4. Thank you; could you put me through to that number, please?" There was a short span of mechanical buzzing over the switchboard.
"Hello?"
"Taco! Oh, I'm so glad you're there."
"Patti. Are you coming up?"
"No. We've taken another suite of rooms. It was Bull's idea."
"Where's Linda gone?" Taco asked.
"Nowhere. She's right here with me. Send my clothes over, will you please?"
"Okay. What's the room number?"
"303. Is Cindy alright?"
Taco hesitated before answering. "Sure. She's fine. Anything else?"
"She's right there, and everything's okay?" Patti questioned him further.
"Everything's okay. Say hi to Linda for me, will you?"
"Okay, if you're sure. Good-bye, honey."
"Bye."
"I've got something to show you that you'll get a kick out of," Linda said as Patti hung up with a frown. "What's wrong, kid? Lovers' quarrel?" Linda stopped what she was doing when she saw Patti's look.
"Oh, nothing. What is it you were going to show me?"
"Right here." Linda was standing near the desk. "Behind this mirror, there is ... " She paused for effect while her fingers pressed on a large mirror face. It revolved to reveal a full-stocked bar on the other side.
"And this," she continued and pulled on one edge of the desk, "swings away and becomes a bar top with a flick of the wrist." Despite her words, raising the desk top to bar height, was not a flick of the wrist operation.
"Anyway," Linda grunted, "they store the bar stools back here." She further amazed Patti by sliding back a panel in the wall. "And there you are! Everything but ice. But there is a cooler here."
"Why in the world go to all the trouble of concealing it all?"
"Part of the Vegas mystique," was Linda's answer. "You see, if they don't want you to know it's here, all they do is keep silent. But-if you're a big-time charley in this room, well, they don't have to go to the trouble of setting it up. Get it?"
"How many more things are like that?"
"Everything just about. Whatever you want should be right at hand. All they do is keep the ice back in order to retain control. Other than that it's an anything goes town from start to finish."
"My God, it would be crazy to live here. Like living in a spy movie just about."
"Yeah, sort of. But ... it's fun. So, what the hell?" Linda smiled at Patti as if she had been explaining life to a naive child. "Want a drink?"
"Yes. But I want a shower, too. Will you fix it for me and bring it in, please?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"No ice, huh?" Patti said as she stripped her wrinkled sheath over her head. God, I smell, she thought as her nose caught the dress's sex-laden odor. How many times had she cum and then slipped these panties back on, she wondered as she slid the nylon strand down her perfectly sculptured legs.
"You're very beautiful," Linda said as Patti raised her head on becoming aware of the woman's gaze.
"Thank you. So are you." Patti stood proudly before the other's languid scrutiny.
"But not in the same way as you," Linda said. "You're so naturally lovely it almost takes my breath away."
"I could stand here all night and listen to words like those," laughed Patti, "but I've simply got to get into a shower! Which of those doors leads to a bathroom, do you suppose?"
"There's a bath in each of the bedrooms. Take your pick."
"You certainly do know your way around here," Patti said as she disappeared into the nearest bedroom.
Linda saw the light go on, then heard her cross the room and find the light switch in the room she wanted. The water started in the shower stall, so Linda returned to her drink making.
Patti never had said what she wanted. So, Linda decided a snifter of cognac would do for both of them.
She heard the shower door click closed just as she finished pouring. She crossed the room speculatively. Should she just go get in the shower with the beautiful creature? Certainly there had been something of that desire in Patti's earlier insistence that Linda stay with them. And beneath the table in the cocktail lounge she had seemed willing enough. But sometimes, such things were deceptive.
On such an impulse Linda had once before made the choice to go to an apparently willing woman in the privacy of a hotel room. Her reception had been less than welcome, to say the least.
But Patti was so innocently beautiful that Linda was almost sure it would be alright. What the hell-take a chance! she told herself, that's what this town's all about, anyway. Reflectively she unzipped her gown down the back, slid it easily off her shanks and removed the rest of her clothes with expectation.
Linda checked her pale, well-turned body over briefly as she stood before the bathroom door mirror. Not bad for a party type, she thought with grim amusement.
"I've got your drink here. Should I bring it in to you?"
There was a moment's pause behind the door. Then Patti replied, "Sure, why not?"
I hope she knows what I meant, Linda thought as she opened the door and stepped in. Linda's hair was in a waterfall of curls at the top of her head, held back by a black velvet ribbon she had forgotten to take off.
After she had closed the door and silently handed Patti the glass, she waited for a response to her bold actions. For a while Patti remained quiet. There was only the sound of the water's drum and Linda's own heartbeat in her anxious ears. For some reason she wanted to please this beautiful woman by her mere presence and hope hung heavy on each of Linda's breaths.
Patti's glistening body looked incredibly lovely and now she silently raised her hands to Linda's blonde hairdo and undid the velvet ribbon's black bow. The way she did it, it seemed as if she were saying to Linda that she would feel better somehow with Linda's hair down. It was indescribable, a mere feeling that passed between them, but somehow it communicated everything they both needed to know.
"Want me to wash your back, Linda?" Patti asked provocatively. Linda smiled at the invitation and turned her back to Patti as she held her hair over her shoulder.
"So, you're what they call a party girl, huh?" mused Patti as she began to soap Linda's back and shoulders vigorously. There was somehow a motherly quality in the sexy way Patti rubbed and tingled her fingers over the other woman's back and easing down the soft mounds of her ass. "If you ask me, those clothes you wear make you look like a prostitute-hard. Now, don't you know that you're really beautiful? Most of the girls in this town would give their eye teeth for your looks. And here you go making yourself look like a common whore! Taco has a theory about the difference between a prostitute and a common whore and a high-class whore. He describes them in a lot of long words that I can't quite get straight, but I think the important part is that a prostitute is hard in her sell, a common whore is too cheap in hers, and a high-class whore doesn't sell-she gives it away! When she wants to, of course. And you're beautiful enough to look like you're just going to give it away when you damn well feel like it! Do you see?"
"Welllll ... " mused Linda pensively, thinking that Patti's soapy hands felt terribly erotic as they stroked their way across her ass and between her legs.
"Alright then, you'd better do something about yourself before you form some habits you can't break later on."
"Well, I-"
"Never mind. Just turn around here and let me get your front," Patti cut in before Linda could answer.
Linda turned around obediently but said, with a trace of pique in her voice, "Well, I won't."
"You won't what?" Patti asked, preoccupied with running her soapy hands between Linda's legs near the crotch.
"I won't become either a prostitute or a common whore, as you define them."
"Ummmm, of course not ... " answered Patti with a new, more direct tone in her voice as she looked directly into Linda's eyes. Then, slowly she lowered her head to Linda's stomach and licked her tongue sharply around the indentation of the belly button. Suddenly she licked up and fastened her lips onto one of Linda's lovely soft breasts. She sucked there for a moment, using her tongue on the nipple like a fluttering feather, then when she felt it harden, she switched her kiss to the other breast.
Delicately Patti licked her tongue back down Linda's body until she arrived at the light brown hair covering her mound. But the combination of soap and the torrents of water running from Linda's breasts kept her from arousing either of them to her satisfaction.
"Damn this shower! Anyway, I think I'm finally clean enough," Patti said and rose to standing. "Here, get yourself rinsed off and let's get out and onto one of those nice beds-in whichever room!"
They took turns turning under the shower spray and urging the cool water over each other's body to rinse off the soap. Quickly they got out of the shower and dried off, neither of them saying a word but just watching each other.
The bodies of the two women were a study in contrasts. Both were equally beautiful in their own ways. While Patti's curves ran nearly to the voluptuous, Linda had the kind of body found on many tennis players. She was lean without being hard anywhere. Yet, Patti was almost hard through her stomach and butt. Her ripe, full breasts softened her otherwise muscular body. And Patti's tanned skin seemed to glow golden and tingle erotically against the sparkling pink whiteness of Linda.
They entered the bedroom still silent and now mutually eyed the huge round bed. They sat down slowly on opposite sides, then luxuriously spread out on the colorful sheets, all the while regarding each other hungrily. Suddenly they fell on each other like hawks swooping for a kill.
Linda caught her mouth at the soft inner flesh of Patti's knees. Pursing her lips, then licking, then nibbling, Linda fondled her mouth up one leg, then the other then back to the first. Sounds of pleasure rewarded her effort as Patti felt Linda's teasing mouth bring heat to her loins. The blonde woman made her tongue flat and ran it along Patti's thigh until all of the moisture was left in a wide stripe up the tanned leg. Her wet tongue now trickled its way along the downy borders of Patti's pubic region and the gasps of pleasure from Patti's lips mounted in fervor.
Meanwhile, Patti ran her hands up the curve of Linda's flanks, then traced the outline of her hip bones with quick scratches. Her nails left slightly pink lines running across Linda's lower stomach that gradually circled higher until they once again ran uphill and encountered the tiny nipples of Linda's now heaving breasts. Moaning deliciously from the ministrations of Linda's tongue, Patti began to flick the little nipples with her nails. She was careful not to dig deeply, but also careful to let Linda feel the scratches. The buds sprang erect and aching and Linda began to hum and blow mindlessly on Patti's red muff. Her lips were now taking little tufts of the hair and pulling gently, then matting the inflamed place back down with a wet hot kiss.
One of Patti's hands fervently rolled a nipple in her palm, and the other pinched. Whenever Patti did anything to Linda, it seemed something almost exactly opposite happened next. The effect of her calculated attack brought Linda's body to a fevered pitch in a very short time. But Patti had only just begun.
Her hands left Linda's breasts and wiggled beneath her hips to her ass, clutching tightly around the buttocks. She licked her pointed tongue along the slit of Linda's labia, then probed deeper as the sweet cunt responded. The taste of Linda's juices-the taste of cunt on her tongue for the first time-slowly drove Patti wild. As her mouth began to devour Linda's pungent box, she raised the woman's hips with her hands and soon Linda was arched high off the bed. Patti plunged one long finger into the rosette of her asshole and pressed, establishing an alternating rhythm to the one her tongue commanded. As Patti's ecstatic tongue dove deeper into the fleshpot, Linda's hips writhed in response. But as she drew back for another hump, Patti's finger kept her from going too far; so Linda's hips merely vibrated rather than thumped.
They were both sweating from the incredibly intoxicating feeling. Linda, especially, was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. To whichever side she tried to escape the other side sent torrents of feeling into her body and drove her back again. Her humping body began to jerk all over as Patti licked deeply into her twat and pressed the embedded finger deeper into her ass. The paradox of Patti's calculated loveplay drove Linda mad. She was like a vibrating puppet-not able to move her hips with any deep motions and arching high off the bed. She felt her first climax well up in her womb and rush to completion. Then another and another and another in a seemingly endless chain. Finally they began to subside.
But just as Linda felt some semblance of sanity returning Patti wiggled her finger in Linda's sweating ass and rubbed her thumb along the soft, spongy flesh between the woman's ass and vagina. Shockwave after Shockwave erupted through Linda as if she were having an epileptic fit. She mumbled, nearly incoherent.
"Oh, shit. Oh, God, my God, stop, please, please, please!" And in her madness she shifted her mouth from where she had been sucking slowly on Patti's cunt lips to the redhead's already inflamed clit and bit sharply. The effect was electric.
Patti stiffened suddenly and then dropped back on the bed. Panting and gasping Linda whirled around and was on top of Patti with her face over Patti's smiling lips. Tentatively she kissed Patti's small ears, running her tongue around the inner compartments of the shell.
Patti groaned a little and licked her tongue over the salty, honeyed taste of Linda on her lips. Linda moved her kiss along Patti's jawbone to her chin-then up to her mouth. As their lips met she tasted the secretions of her own body and shocks of pleasure ran through her taste buds. The kiss deepened until both their tongues were like snakes writhing in their mating ritual.
Linda broke the kiss and let her lips trail down Patti's beautiful neck until she reached her breasts. She fastened onto one of the large pink nipples and sucked it into erection. Then she moved to the other and rubbed with her palm the nipple her mouth had left hard and wet. She scratched her fingers all around the melon-shaped breast and a low moan escaped Patti's lips. Then she transferred her kiss back to the first breast and licked the scratches away with a hot tongue. She raised her head to look into Patti's face and still kneaded the blood-filled breasts at the same time.
"Am I pleasing you, Patti?" she asked sultrily.
"Oh, God, yes! Just don't stop!"
Linda resumed her loveplay with tiny nibbles. She bit lightly around the aureoles, then veered suddenly down one sloping breast and kissed along Patti's arms. She paused at the elbow joint and kissed small, tickling, hot kisses there and then moved on. She ran her tongue along Patti's wrist, then back and forth in swirling motions in her palm.
Her mouth leaped suddenly to Patti's hip and she gnawed lightly on the bone. Patti took in a long breath of air and began to moan softly, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes!"
Linda's mouth continued its nibbling down the short curve where the leg joined the hip, then buried itself once more in Patti's delicious red snatch. Her tongue ran quickly through it and found the pink lips already open and inviting. She licked deeply into the panting, warm flesh, and was rewarded with a spasm from the other woman's loins and a warm, sweet scent of already torrid sex.
Suddenly Bull's voice asked from the doorway: "Anyone interested in these clothes? I picked them up in the hallway. The clerk said he'd been knocking for a long time and couldn't get anybody to answer. Now I know why!"
At first Linda tried to cover up, but then Patti only smiled and said, "Bull, put the bags down and join us or get out of here. Can't you see you're interrupting something?" Linda broke into uncontrollable laughter and forgot her attempts to drag the sheet up over her naked derriere.
"I'll join you then. Linda's got a real saucy little ass."
CHAPTER FIVE
"I wonder what Bull and Patti are doing?" Taco said as he yawned awake from beside Cindy. She was curled like a kitten in the crook of his arm and slowly her eyes fluttered open with the sound of his voice.
"Umm," she mewed as if sleep were too delicious to give up. "What time is it?"
"Nearly nine in the morning," Taco said as he tossed back the covers and moved across the floor to the drapes at one end of the room. He pulled the cord behind them and partially revealed the pool and bright morning light. There were already a few kids and even a sun bather or two in and around the pool. The day looked as if it would be a hot one.
"Why not give them a call while I shower? See if they want to meet us for breakfast."
Taco came back to the edge of the bed and pecked Cindy lightly on the mouth. But she was not having any of such a quick maneuver. Her hand came up behind Taco's neck and she pulled him down on top of her while her lips ground deeply into his. "In the morning's the best time," she mumbled amidst the kiss.
"You've persuaded me," Taco mumbled back and kissed his way down her neck until his mouth captured the rosebud of one of her tender breasts. His teeth nibbled the delicate nipple into excruciating hardness. Cindy's hips began to churn with desire. His hand found the vee between her legs and pressed firmly, driving her thrashing buttocks deep into the bed. She took him by the ears and brought his face to hers, so that she could drive her squirming tongue deeply into his mouth. The smell of sleep and a long night of sex on his skin drove her farther into the wells of passion now engulfing them both.
"Oh, Taco, you're driving me wild. Kiss me all over. Love me, Taco. Love me up." Cindy's wanton face burned with her passion, and he quite readily complied.
Sweat had begun to form a necklace on her throat, and sunlight was a corridor lighting every bead in the chain. Taco's knowing tongue lingered at the hollow in her neck and fluttered hot wet chills down Cindy's spine. Lavishly he licked his way to her breasts and spun the aureoles into aching awareness. To and fro his head raced from one to the other. Gradually, he began to nip them lightly with his teeth, driving Cindy higher in her ecstasy.
The firm hand which held her thrashing hips down now began to explore her hot cunt. His strong, gentle fingers played coyly with the soft flesh of her vulva, rocking back and forth in a scissor motion.
He could feel her heat seeping into the already wet curls around her ever-ready pussy. His fingers teased their way along the sensitive inner lining; she felt him touch the hard prick-like knob of her clit. It sprang up stiff, and his thumb and forefinger began to flick it back and forth with increasing swiftness.
Cindy had always had an exceptionally large clit, ready to jolt into orgasm at the smallest wanton thought. Now, it seemed to grow even larger with Taco's attention.
He licked his way down the subtle curve of her perfect stomach, pausing only to run his tongue around her belly button. His hot lips left a glistening trail across her resilient flesh. Suddenly, he seized her turgid clit between his lips and began to suck on it with ardor. Then he began to lick and kiss her, moving his head around so that she writhed uncontrollably from the hot sensations coursing through her body.
Her own hands sought her swollen breasts and began to knead them harshly. The nipples grew heavy and hard in her palms, and she began to pinch them, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain mingling with the feelings Taco was causing in her cunt.
He glanced up from between her legs and saw the mauling her breasts were taking at her own hands. Christ, what a beautiful whore, thought Taco as he sensed that she was near a climax. Teasingly, he began to nibble on her clit with tiny bites and was rewarded with the spicy taste of her cum.
Cindy muffled a scream of pleasure as she bit on the back of her hand. The hot, sweet fluid from her pussy flowed more heavily. Her hips bucked with the animal precision of a volatile horse as the emission soaked its way along her marble thighs. Greedily, his hungry tongue lapped up every drop of her cum while she moaned. Slowly, Taco drew back and allowed Cindy's passion to subside.
"Oh, Taco," Cindy sighed, her eyes languid. "Oh, you are one of the best. One of the best! And now, I'm going to love you and blow you until you lose that logical mind of yours!"
Like a sprite, she wriggled into a sitting position, then reached out and grasped his hard prick. Her touch caused his already turgid staff to swell to new proportions. With her other hand, she gently pushed him back, so that he lay flat on his back-his cock rock-hard and pulsing in her palpitating hand.
With her eyes on his face, Cindy lowered her head toward Taco's lap. Her warm, wet mouth kissed his navel, then slid across his hip and nuzzled into his crotch. She licked his furry balls. Then she took one briefly in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, causing gasps of excitement and streams of Spanish curses to escape Taco's lips.
Cindy made her tongue into a spoon shape and licked up the length of his meat until she came to the thick, red head. A small suction noise came to his ears as she pulled the bulb into her mouth.
Taco's eyes closed and his tongue licked out slowly over his dry lips as Cindy went to work in earnest on his member. She rolled her tongue furiously around the lusty glands and began to rock her body in a counter rhythm to the beginning hump of his hips. Gluttonously, she sucked on the throbbing organ. Her fleshy tongue wriggled faster and faster.
In perfect tempo, her head went forward with each thrust of his hips, sucking his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Small choking sounds now began to burble from the seal between her lips and his pulsing penis, but still she sucked harder.
Voraciously, as if she were a hungry animal, Cindy's mouth devoured his tool. The insides of her cheek closed glove-tight around him and he felt as if he were about to be swallowed whole by this beautiful, half-crazed cocksucker.
"Cindy. You've got to stop now, or I'm going to fill that sweet little mouth of yours with my wad, when what I want to do is splash it hard up your hot cunt."
Taco took hold of Cindy's head with both hands when she did not immediately obey him, and he drew her up to his side with care. Hungrily he kissed her deeply while he rolled over on top of her, pressing his knee between her legs. Urgently, as if to delay would be folly, he hefted his cock in his hand and positioned its head before Cindy's pussy lips. Taking time only to widen them slightly, Taco eagerly thrust the tip of his prick between the soft lips and felt them part as Cindy shivered her delight. In a moment he was inside her and feeling the warm, glove-tight walls contract around his organ.
Cindy's pussy throbbed as the member entered her. She had thought for a moment that she would rather be left to suck him off. But now that the entrance was made, she put her whole mind to the tempestuous joy of it.
The hot, slick head dove deeply into her and she could tell from the hurry Taco was in that he was already close to orgasm.
What a delight he is, she thought. Even if he comes quickly, he can come so often that I don't need to worry about getting off myself. It's more like, How can I get on enough to really appreciate this man? She was determined to show him.
She churned her hips up and around, attempting in her mind to do a horizontal bump and grind, then settled for a steady rhythmic rocking. She could feel every gnarl in Taco's blood-gorged prick as it drove in and out of her, and she heard his breath grow ragged with lust.
Inside Cindy, Taco felt his cock about to burst with his climax, and he abandoned any attempt at rhythm. He simply charged ahead. With chaotic but swiftly powerful humps he ejaculated into Cindy's wanton box. In quick short bursts he came until on the last burst Cindy joined him and he collapsed while her body pulsed with pleasure beneath him.
"You two put on quite a show." A woman's voice entered their world from the pool side windows.
"Who's that?" was Cindy's first response.
"I think it's Linda. Come on in." He turned his face back to Cindy's. "It's the girl I was telling you about that I met last night when I left you guys at the desk."
Linda came across the room slowly. She was wearing a bright red bikini and both Taco and Cindy could see there was very little of her left unexposed. Only something looked different about her to Taco.
"You look different in the morning," he said by way of greeting.
"Oh. It's probably my hair. Patti convinced me to try it down, but I couldn't stand it so straight and all. It's just a pony tail. And I haven't worn it this way since I was a little girl."
"It's cute," Cindy interjected. "How did you have it before?"
"All up in curls. You know. Three hours at the hairdresser's and a ton of spray. I'd been doing it that way so long I'd forgotten what it feels like when it's just plain hair. Are you sure I'm not intruding?"
"Not a bit," Taco assured her. "Where are Bull and Patti?"
"Lazy bums," Linda remarked good-naturedly. "They said they'd meet me for a swim but more likely they went back to sleep. I sure do like those two."
"We were going to call them for breakfast and that includes you, too-if you'll join us."
"I'd love to. But I'll have to go back to my room and change."
"Never mind that. You can wear something of mine, if you like," Cindy offered generously.
"Why, thank you." Linda shook her head as if bemused.
"What's the matter?" Taco asked.
"Nothing. Only, everybody ... I mean, you and Bull and Patti and Cindy here ... Well, it's just everybody is so nice is what I mean!" Linda blushed over what she was trying to say.
"We just like people who seem like fun, Linda. That's all. And you seem like a lot of fun."
Taco's arm fondly drew her to him for a hug, and instinctively Linda started to kiss him. Then she remembered Cindy. "Oh, I'm sorry." She blushed again.
Cindy giggled like tinkling crystal. "Don't worry. He's not really mine, either. You've got as much right to him as I do."
"Oh, you people are so lucky to feel that way!" Linda said. "I wish everybody could."
"Don't you feel that way when you're with us?" Taco asked.
"Well, I guess so," Linda replied. She was not sure she understood what Taco meant but sensed from his tone that he wanted her to feel as free as all four of the Torres seemed to be in her eyes.
"Well, that's all that counts for now, then," Taco said. "I'm going to call Bull and Patti."
He rolled across the bed and picked up the phone, dialed 0, and the hotel operator came on. "May I help you, please?"
"Room 303, please."
"You can dial that directly, sir. Just dial 303."
"Why don't you get it for me since I've got you on the line?"
"Very well, sir, but the call will then cost you a quarter. If you dial it yourself, there's no fee."
"Ah ... yes. Well, I guess I'd better dial it myself then, hadn't I?"
"Yes sir. Is there anything else, sir?"
"No, ah, I think not." Taco hung up and swore. "Abominations! The phone company has even corrupted the Las Vegas hotels. It's a plague. Spreading everywhere." Talking to himself in that manner, Taco dialed 303.
"What's he talking about?" Linda asked Cindy.
"I don't know, really. But he has this theory that the phone company is communist-controlled. He figures they've got the only real monopoly in the world today-outside of some monarchies and dictatorships. I don't know, really; it's too deep for me. You'll have to get Taco to explain it to you."
"Sounds fascinating. I hope he will."
"All right, Bull," Taco was saying into the mouthpiece. "The rooster crowed hours ago."
"Stop with the farm bullshit, man. What da ya want so early?" Bull yawned, pulling himself out of sleep as if it were a strait jacket.
"Why don't you and Patti meet Linda, Cindy and me for breakfast in half an hour?" Taco replied, unruffled by Bull's feigned ill-humor.
"Wait a minute, man." Bull yawned wider and deeper until Taco could barely make out his words amidst the cavern-like sound. "Hold on while I wake Patti and see."
Taco heard Patti's voice say something indistinguishable. Then Bull was back on, still yawning. "She's awake. Yeah. Okay. We'll meet you." His words were spaced between immense canyons of yawns and grunts and Taco waited patiently for him to complete his noisy awakening. He knew his brother well. Soon the groans turned to grunts and then something like roars as finally Bull shook himself up to the edge of the bed and said with a shudder like a beast, "Okay. I'm awake. Meet you in the lobby. Half an hour. Won't go back to sleep. See you." Bull hung up before Taco could say another thing.
* * *
"Pass the strawberry jam, please!" Patti requested as she buttered the last slice of toast on the table. Everyone was leaning away from their breakfast plates and either sipping coffee or looking around the coffee shop or patting their stomachs contentedly.
"All right, Cindy," she continued, poising the toast before the first bite. "You were going to tell us what happened with the bellboy."
"Nothing really," Cindy replied. "He wanted to ... ah, you know, stick it in my rear ... and I just couldn't let him, that's all."
"You should have; it's the most delicious way," Patti said as she took a sip of coffee to wash down the toast.
"Oh, Patti, you always say that. But if you could have seen the size of it. Well! I did have it in my mouth, but God! I nearly choked to death. Besides, he was rough."
"Oh yeah?" Patti's eyes showed increasing interest. "How do you mean?"
"Well, he slapped me-on the ass, of course, but still ... " Cindy's voice was petulant and she noticed that Bull, Taco and Linda did not seem to be listening. "I don't want to talk about it, though. It was all just nothing. That's all."
"Then you wouldn't mind if I do a little investigating on my own, would you?" Patti finished the toast and licked her fingertips as if she were pulling a glove from her hand with her mouth.
"No. I don't mind. But you'd better be careful. I think he can be very mean at times."
Patti grinned to herself as if Cindy's words were a challenge and looked around the table to see who else might have seen the expression.
No one. Bull, Taco and Linda were watching another table across the room.
"What is it?" she inquired.
"What's her name," Taco vaguely replied. "You know, the movie star."
"Oh yes! I see. I wonder who the two men with her are."
"I don't know. But they're good-looking, aren't they?" Linda joined the conversation.
"Christ! She's stacked," Bull wheezed, then turned back toward the center of the table. "I'd like a little piece of that myself."
"Yeah, so would I," said Taco, turning away as if with regret.
"You guys horny or something?" Cindy kidded them and ran one hand beneath the table to Taco's thigh.
"Not horny exactly. But a little daydreaming never hurt anybody."
"But why only daydream?" Linda asked and looked expectantly from man to man as if her words were a challenge.
"Have you got something more real in mind?" Taco asked as Cindy's hand drew a response from where it played in his lap.
"Well, we could go back to the room and have a party." Linda made her voice low and obvious.
"Sounds all right with me," Bull responded.
"Me, too!" Cindy added.
"Okay. Might as well," Taco said and started to rise, then realized the swell of his cock from Cindy's playful petting would reveal itself to the room. "Wait a minute. I've got a hardon-dammit! I can't get up!" Cindy giggled.
Patti broke in: "Why don't you guys go ahead without me, if you don't mind. Cindy's story has made me curious." Patti looked at Taco. "Do you mind, baby?"
"I don't guess so. But don't let things get out of hand. I'm not so sure about that character."
"Oh, don't worry," Patti assured him with pedantic humor. " 'In hand' is not what I had in mind!"
A collective groan told her that no one had missed the pun and she shrugged as if to say, "What can you do?"
"Well, you about ready to ... " Bull started to say "rise" but realized everyone would take the word for another bad pun. He stopped himself and said, "To get up now, Taco?"
"Yeah, I think so. " Taco's smile was tight and Cindy giggled again.
Bull paid the check while the others stood in a group and again watched the movie star and her male escorts. "Who's going to go ask her for her autograph?" he asked as he joined them.
"Don't be silly," Cindy answered curtly-even though secretly she had been thinking of doing just that.
"While you guys talk it over," Patti said walking off slightly, "I think I'll go find me that bellboy." She turned and waltzed away as if she were a little girl seeking a lollipop.
"We gonna stand here all day or get the show on the road?" Bull asked finally.
"Let's go," Taco said, taking both Cindy and Linda by the arms and steering them away from the coffee shop's entry way.
"Which room?" Linda asked as they started across the lobby.
"The smaller one, I guess," Taco suggested. "It's got two big beds in it. But there's another problem, too. Who's first with whom?" He asked the question as if the dilemma were a secret delight to him.
"Well, I haven't really gotten a chance at you." Linda eyed Taco and smiled. "And besides, it was you that I met first last night."
"She's got a point," Bull said with a grin as they entered the room. "But it really doesn't matter much. We've all got as much time as we need."
"True," Taco agreed even as he began to unbutton the front of his jumpsuit and watched Linda quickly follow his example.
Even though Linda had sucked it from beneath the cocktail lounge table the night before, she was not prepared for the sight of Taco's huge redheaded prick as it sprang into view. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips and a shiver of fear ran through her.
"My God, you've got a big one!" she said with trepidation as she slid the shift she had borrowed from Cindy over her head.
But at the first touch of Taco's rock-hard chest against her, Linda's fear disappeared and she abandoned herself to the world of flesh.
Her breasts flattened against his in his viselike grip. Eagerly her willing mouth sought his, and their lips locked together in a passionate french kiss.
Taco strode rapidly to the bed and the two continued their kiss even as he lowered her to the satin spread. Avidly his hands stroked her resilient flesh, and one found its way to the light brown triangle beneath her brief panties. He broke their kiss and sank to the floor beside her, already breathing very heavily.
"Here," he said, "let me have a look at that nice hot pussy of yours." He stripped the slip of material from about her hips and down her legs. Then, rising so that his head was above her crotch, he pushed her willing legs farther apart and looked longingly into her panting cunt.
The downy brown fleece that covered her tender vulva parted silkily as his fingers stroked the widening crack. The soft pink flesh pulsed eagerly, and his eye beheld the moist pungent opening. His fingers slid along the wet slit and found the tiny hard clit. A gasp of sheer passion sighed from Linda's mouth.
"Oh God, Taco! Yes, yes, ummmm ... That's it! Play with my clit, Taco. Oh, Taco," she gasped heavily and experienced her first orgasm.
Cindy and Bull took in the loveplay before them with avid eyes. Cindy had crossed the room as the two naked people reached the bed, and now she stood at her husband's side. His arm hung draped familiarly around her shoulder, one hand plunged down her blouse. Absentmindedly, he began kneading the soft mounds of her breasts and flicking the erecting nipples with his fingers.
"Oh, Jesus, baby! Look at Taco's cock ... I just love to watch a cock swaying up and down all by itself!" Her hand now began to rub lightly over Bull's own reawakening rod. He smiled down at his cock-hungry wife and groaned with sensual pleasure.
On the bed, Taco's head was now between Linda's legs, with his face buried deeply in her crotch, and his cock nodding over her wanton face. His powerful arms encircled the girl's graceful hips. Strong hands now buried themselves in the cheeks of her buttocks and raised her off the bed. She, too, encircled his waist with her arms and raised her head to kiss the thick bush of hair around his massive cock and balls. He stood erect then and faced the lewd couple watching.
His eyes closed ecstatically and they could see his nose between Linda's legs, which had encircled Taco's curly, black head and locked themselves around his neck. She hung upside down, and they saw her beautifully molded ass begin to churn against the man's torrid tongue. His huge penis throbbing beside her head quickly disappeared as one of her hands came around and gripped it firmly, leading the purple head to her mouth.
Bull's member had come fully awake now, and with strong impassioned gestures he tore off his clothes. Cindy, with her eyes on Bull now, also started undressing, but with the erotic precision of a beautiful whore. They moved together to the other bed and fell across it. Their mouths were glued together as their hands fell to the passionate work of rubbing, scratching, and molding the erogenous zones of each other's body.
Linda no longer hung from Taco's standing form. Her tempestuous and panting mouth on his prick had caused him to fall back onto the bed. His tongue was still buried within the honeyed walls of her pussy and was causing shudder after shudder to shake her slender body.
She, on the other hand, had begun to suck on his staff as if each moment were her last. Her greedy mouth rolled his erection from side to side in its moist suction while her fleshy, pointed tongue tickled his glands.
"Shit, baby! Hold on, will you?" Taco breathed, coming up for air. "If you don't slow down, I'm going to cum right down your throat instead of up your sweet snatch."
"Ummm, just get it on, Taco. I want to taste your cum!"
"Ahhh," Taco sighed in agreement as the hot urgings of orgasm pulsed up his rod. His juice came bursting down her throat and he twitched in painful ecstasy as her tongue kept licking and tickling over his prick tip. She smiled with feline joy as she controlled him for that instant, with his body hard and his breath caught in his throat.
She turned around to face him with the smile still on her face. Grinning back at her, he reached up and pinched her nipples dangling over his chest.
"You ain't through yet, you hot little bitch," he whispered fondly. "Sit on this rod of mine." Linda looked down and to her amazement found Taco's cock still hard and vibrating. This could get kind of frustrating, she thought to herself, to think you'd just taken care of a man and then find him all hard again! If it weren't so fucking wonderful, she added with a secret smile. Purring happily, she lowered her tight, wet pussy slowly down the length of his incredible prick. Her head lolled to the side as the shudders of fulfillment pulsed up her body from her cunt. Through her hair that fell wantonly across her flushed face she caught a glimpse of Cindy and Bull locked together on the other bed.
At nearly the same moment, Cindy and Bull broke apart. He was about to move down between her legs and begin eating her, when she whispered: "Hold on, sweetie. I've had enough of that for a while. What I want is that big beautiful thing buried in me as far as it will go." And she looked at him with the hint of a question in her eyes. "I want it dog-style ... Okay?"
So saying, she turned her back to him and raised herself on her hands and knees, pointing her well-shaped ass saucily in his direction. The thought of just ramming his cock up her asshole flitted across Bull's mind. But he had caught enough of Cindy's story at the breakfast table to know of her bad experience with the sadistic bellboy. So he felt that the consequences of his action might be more traumatic than their usual sexual family feud.
It's really too bad, he thought as he planted his large hands firmly on the finely molded buns of her fleshy ass. Even though Patti likes ass-fucking, Cindy's ass is somehow more suited-more provocative and enticing-like some beautiful swine.
These thoughts were flashing through Bull's mind as the head of his cock located the slit of her pussy. The slick, wet lips told him she wanted him badly, and he was more than ready. When the tip found the exact place of entry, he plunged himself deeply into her and was rewarded with a grunt of animal pleasure from his lovely wife. As he stroked, his balls banged lightly against the top of her mound and the building rhythm sent waves of ecstasy washing over both of them.
Meanwhile, Taco and Linda's own rhythm was bucking the two of them higher and higher. In unthinking ecstasy Linda had grabbed Taco's waist and her nails caught the soft folds of his abdomen. Taco was again pinching and slapping her breasts as they bobbed before him. Then he started kneading the flesh mounds in time to the contractions of Linda's glove-tight snatch around his organ.
"Oh, my God!" mumbled Linda writhing with the sheer pleasure of it. "Goddamn! Give me all you got!"
Moaning in abandonment, she threw herself at him with fervor. Her torso bucked up and curved down, swallowing almost two-thirds of the massive plunger with one leap. At the top of her buck she paused with her pussy contracted so tightly around the head of his staff that it almost popped out. Just before she thought she might lose it, she shimmied slowly down the entire length, shuddering with joy as she felt the cock pulse throughout her love box.
Her mouth hung open, and her eyes turned glassy. A small sound squeaked up from her open throat. Taco groaned and rammed his hips up off the bed, causing Linda to utter something close to a scream. She gripped his body tightly with her thighs and shook her breasts over him.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes, you beautiful man. Fuck me! Fuck me! Give me everything you've got. Nowwwwwww!!"
On the other bed, Cindy and Bull had become a perfectly synchronized fucking machine. With each long, deep thrust Cindy humped backward and flexed her vaginal muscles around the plunging tool of the bullish man. As he finished a stroke, the base of his belly buried itself between the buns of her ass, and he felt the tender flesh suck at his member. They had begun to sweat, and their bodies were slick. He reached forward and took hold of her pert, swinging tits, pulling and causing her spine to sway and her pussy to grow taut. With each drive, the head of his organ grazed her clit, and animal groans of passion hissed from between her clenched teeth.
"Ride me, Bull! Ride me like a cowboy rides a filly," Cindy gasped, as she thrust herself back harder at him. "Oh, what a stud! Come on, ride me free!!!"
Both couples were lost in a free-wheeling world of sensual delights. Taco and Linda faced each other and with slow, even strokes his cock twirled ever upward into her willing pussy.
And dog-style, Bull fucked Cindy with such passion that, at times, he threatened to drive her completely off the bed. With her breast meat filling his hands and her back arched almost to the breaking point, Cindy snorted and bucked, snorted and bucked.
Almost as if on cue from some impassioned musical conductor, both couples felt the beginnings of orgasm.
"Oh yes, oh yesss! Fuck me, fuck me ... Yes, yes, yes, I'm cummmmmmmminggggggggg! I'm CUMMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!!" Linda screamed and Taco joined her in a mindless, primitive wail. They climaxed simultaneously. With each hot shot, he exploded her sweet, tight cunt full of jism. With each blast, she shuddered with sheer joy. The tidal wave of her orgasm sent a light show sparkling behind her eyes and filling her mind. Suddenly, like a newly created vacuum, they stopped. And as bliss washed around them, they ceased their churning and were content.
At the same time, Bull and Cindy were reaching their goal. Driving himself madly into her ass, Bull sent hot cum burning into Cindy's cunt. With the first blast, the woman reached her own climax, and both of them collapsed to their sides; spent and blissfully fulfilled.
CHAPTER SIX
Patti ambled around the lobby for a while, pausing at the souvenir stand to look at picture postcards, stuffed animals and such. All the while she kept one eye trained on searching for the bellhop. Finally, when she felt she could not hang around any longer, she bought some sun tan lotion and, on an impulse, a jar of vaseline.
If he is as big as Cindy says, maybe it will come in handy, she thought as she paid the clerk. She was just turning away from the counter when she saw him enter the front door of the hotel.
He was not in uniform so that she guessed he was coming on duty shortly. As he passed her, seemingly unaware of her stare, she reached out and plucked his sleeve lightly. Cindy was right; he did look like her father. Only a little older, perhaps.
"Yes?" His eyes had a cool, almost condescending expression in them as he paused to see what she wanted.
"You don't know me, but I think you know my friend, Cindy Torres." Patti made her smile confident but her words came out a little hesitatingly.
"Torres ... Oh yes." He acted as though he was trying to remember. "A party checked in by that name. Let me see. Yesterday it was, if I'm not mistaken."
Certainly is a cool one, Patti thought to herself. But out loud she said: "Yes, that's right. Cindy is my brother-in-law's wife. I'm sure you remember."
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" He ignored Patti's tone and looked her up and down while he measured his words.
Damn! he thinks he's smart, she thought. "Well, I thought we might talk about what happened last night between you two-for a start." Patti kept her voice confidential.
"I don't know what you mean," he said even though his eyes mocked her.
"How long before you go on duty?" she asked suddenly, nodding at the street clothes he was wearing.
" 'Bout an hour and a half. Why do you ask?" he responded.
"Well, let's just say I want to buy you a drink and leave it at that. Until we get somewhere I can speak with you frankly." She looked around as if where they were standing was much less private than she would have liked.
"No drink, thanks. I haven't had breakfast yet," he replied. "But I will join you, if you wish."
"Let's go." She started moving in the opposite direction, away from the bar and toward the rooms. "I don't want a drink either. There's coffee and cream in the room. How about that?"
"Sure. That'd be fine," he said with an amused, self-assured smile on his lips.
I don't know which I'd rather do, thought Patti, wipe that smile off his lips or let him butt-fuck me. Well, we'll just see what develops.
She led the way to the suite of rooms she and Bull had taken the night before. It's probably my imagination, she thought, but I can almost feel his eyes on my ass. Unconsciously she began undulating her hips a little more wantonly and quickened her step at the same time. The thought of his hard eyes undressing and caressing her brought a quiver of desire into her loins, and she could feel her pussy getting wet and slick with heat.
"Put the coffee on, will you?" she asked as they entered the living room of the suite. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Tom. Tom Jones," he said, and ignored her request. Instead, he went to the window and gazed across the pool area. "Look, lady. You didn't bring me up here for coffee. What's on your mind?" His back was turned to her.
"Sex," she said simply, and crossed the room to stand closely behind him. She pressed herself against him and enjoyed the crush of her breast melons against his back.
"Get right to the point, don't you!" he said without turning.
"Why not?" Patti answered sultrily. "Cindy said you wanted her in a special way but the two of you couldn't make it. Is that right?" On her tiptoes she nuzzled his ear as she talked.
"You might say that." His laugh was short and stiff.
"Did you like what you were watching as we came here?" Her tongue probed deeply into his ear and she felt his muscles stiffen beneath his clothes.
"Look, lady." He turned suddenly and tried to grab her but she skipped away. "What do you want from me, anyway?" he asked as he advanced slowly toward her.
Patti was glad she had been warned about how mean he could look because now his expression was anything but pretty.
"Guess," she said, putting a chair between them.
"Let's not play games now, lady," he snarled and tried to fake her into going the wrong way. They were circling the chair slowly and Patti knew that eventually he would certainly catch her.
"Okay. No games. I want to see if you are as much man as Cindy said you were, that's all." She held her hand up for him to stay where he was. "Truce? Okay?"
"I don't know." He paused. But before he could reflect any further Patti turned on her heel and walked toward the bedroom. Pausing at the doorway and thrusting her hips back and up for the effect, she said: "There's only one way you're going to find out for sure, Mr. Jones. And that's to cooperate." She disappeared through the doorway.
For a few moments he hesitated as if weighing her words against what he had seen of her so far. Well, if cooperation's all this babe needs, he thought with grim pleasure, Cooperation's my middle name!
When he entered the bedroom he could not see her, but soon she emerged from the bathroom door. She was naked.
"Come here," she ordered. "I want to undress you." With a shrug he sauntered over to where she stood.
"Let me undress you." Patti changed her tone and let her eyes plead a little. "Just stand still and enjoy what it feels like while I take your clothes off."
"All right, if that's what you dig," he said as her hands undid his shirt buttons one by one.
He must be fifty, she thought as she bared his chest and ran her hands over his skin. She let her fingers play in the thatch of gray hair on his chest and thought, His skin feels almost too young for that, though. She stepped up close to him and buried her face in the hair. His smell was strong and clean with soap and her tongue licked into the fur of his chest. Tom's hand went to her ass to press her in close to him, but she slipped away.
"No, no, uh-uh." She clicked her tongue with a roguish grin. "I want you to just watch and feel me take your clothes, Mr. Tom Jones." Her slight, quick fingers went to work on his belt buckle and undid the square gold clasp. He wore his pants cut western and low, so that now they slipped from his hard lean hips, causing Patti to gasp.
He had, indeed, an immense cock, and the tip of it was just barely beginning to emerge from its primitive-looking sheath. The slow emergence seemed to give the dick a soul all its own. And it was this quality that brought the gasp from Patti. She felt his cock respond and submit to the light kiss of her lips as she bent down to her knees on the carpeted floor.
In the shadows and sunlight of the bedroom, she lay her lips along his large penis. Her fine-boned nose breathed and flared above the head of his cock.
The high heels of the boots he wore pulled his muscles taut along his loins, and Patti licked her tongue through the downy hair. She licked her tongue tip from the rim of his anus back up the slope of his furry balls. Wetly she slapped them with a fleshy tongue. She continued her tonguing's of his ball-sack until her mouth found the rising base of Tom's swelling cock.
Patti sandwiched her mouth on each side of the growing organ and slid it along the slab of turgid flesh toward the now exposed ruby head. Her white teeth felt like spikes along Tom's cock sides. When her petulant lips reached the head, she gently pulled back the foreskin and licked slowly underneath. Then she darted her tongue around the head until her mouth surrounded it and sucked it in with a pop. She breathed in deeply and tasted the hard swelling sea salt tang of him. Then her mouth went wild.
With a violent slurp she plunged her face frantically into the man's pulsing crotch. The huge length of his meat disappeared deeply into Patti's throat and the head throbbed down her neck. She pulled her mouth back and the channel of her tongue slid along the base of his shaft, causing him to groan with pleasure. Then once again Patti plunged forward as the pulsing cock head dove to the base of her throat and her mouth watered with saliva at the size of the bellboy. Just the head of his cock was so huge she felt as if her face were crammed full of it, and she felt her wanton clit begin to glow and pulsate in response.
Tom's fingers were tangled in Patti's hair and he was trying to press her throat down the choking length of his staff. But the effect of her tongue and teeth on the tip of his prick as they ruffled tingles around his foreskin was wild and maddening. His cruel power dissipated from him and he succumbed to her lascivious desires. For Patti wanted more than just to suck the man off.
She rose from between Tom's legs and pulled him after her. Then she turned and crawled up onto the round bed.
Tom's eyes took in the enchanting curve of this incredible woman's buttocks as they wriggled and rippled together. There was not much doubt that she wanted him in her from the rear and he stepped up with his old calculating smile on his lips.
"Jesus Christ, bitch, you're almost too much to be believed." Patti looked back over her flanks from the perch of her shoulders and smiled at him with his own calculating tricks.
"Tom Jones?" She was being very coy now and pressing her advantage. "Tom honey, would you fuck me in the ass?"
"Quite a chick, aren't you?"
"Is your prick still all slick with my spit?"
"You bet it is."
Suddenly she twirled around on her haunches and faced him. She reached over and got the jar of vaseline that she had conveniently placed on the night stand beside the bed. With a taunt in her voice she continued, "Well, that pecker of yours is so big, I want to make sure everything is really slippery." She slowly dipped her finger into the jar and got a load of the oozing jelly. Then she turned around again, back on her knees and one hand, all the while watching his face coolly with her tongue between her teeth. She wriggled the mounds of her ass wider so that Tom could clearly see the rosette hole. With her other hand she spread the jelly liberally around the rectal entrance. "This ought to make your cock slip in nice and easy," Patti breathed huskily.
She wagged her ass at him in a saucy come-on and he stepped up behind the waiting woman and roughly pulled her buns apart so that he could see the small flower of an asshole. He insinuated the head of his torrid worm between the buttocks until the tip touched her flower-bud.
"Oh, it's so big and hot!" Patti hissed. "And I don't care if it hurts, Tom, I don't care!"
He pressed slowly and evenly as he felt the taut hole give. He slid the purple head of his tool into the opening and a sigh of pained pleasure issued from between Patti's lips. He felt a spasm in the sphincter muscle swirl hotly around the tip of his rod. She imagined she could see the slit in the head of his penis as it probed the red-eyed jewel of her asshole. The elastic circle widened and the prick head popped in like a rising sun piercing the night.
As his rod charged like a searching light, Tom drilled slowly deeper into the elastic passage. Patti moaned. She was lonely for a moment. Her mind sought to distinguish between an erotic glimmer and the insistent pain of his huge organ. Then Tom pulled back slightly and sent a hot shiver whirling up her asshole.
She shook as though an earthquake had hit her. Tom's fingers found the entrance to her snatch probing roughly for her electrified clitoris. While his fingertips swished the butterfly lips of her pussy apart his hips pushed hard again and he thought, Well, this hot, little bitch can really take it! I'll really ram it up her.
This time when he slipped back into Patti, she flexed her muscles tauter and was rewarded with much more pleasure than pain. Tom rammed like a Roman now: The long pole of his torrid plunger lifting Patti off the bed she crouched upon. With his muscled hands he held her hips against him and drove his pecker home.
Patti felt her anal passage expand and contract with every thunder of his thrust; the long pole of his treelike lumber churned to and fro. To her, the charging of his cock took magnificent plunder, while his fingers clicked her clitoris wildly.
Come on, Cindy's Daddy, fuck me! screamed Patti's silent voice deep into the pleasure-filled caverns of her mind. Oh my God, this is good! Shit! I think I'm going to die ... No, no, goddamn, is this ever good!
Patti began to circle the movement of her hips round and round in an increasing gyration. Her firm, creamy white buns surged against Tom's hard-muscled loins. The touching flesh began to sweat and a thin screen formed slickly between their bodies. Her rectal muscles pulsed in throbbing contractions about his ramming staff.
"I never reamed a better fucking bitch!" the bellman finally broke out, as he continued the controlled and steady slam of his hips. Patti's writhing body was like that of a rag doll shaking on the pole of his member.
"Christ, that's it! Fuck it," Patti hissed, her teeth chattering in pleasured racks. "Fuck it hard, you bastard!!! I got the hunger. Oh yes, fuck it -fuck it, PPLEASE!!"
The enraged passion of the lust-filled girl drove Tom mad with power. With blood pulsing in his head at a terrific rate he let loose on his steady rams and rode her like a galloping, bucking, slapping horse. His cock was tied deeply into the charms of her asshole and he lost all rhythmic control.
As he drove the one-eyed monster hurtling down the forbidden cave of Patti's juicy ass, his fingers beat a tattoo rhythm on her hard, rubbery clit. With the steady build of his thundering cock up her ass, Patti felt the first waves of orgasm surf up her empty pussy slopes. The picture of his mean-looking cock burned in her mind each time the man's finger twitched her clitoris. The slamming impact of his mad prick broke wave after wave orgasmically tumbling deep within her womb. She heard her own cum echo up from the depths of her gloried cunt and felt its sizzle. Along with pleasure she was filled with an unholy glee, exulting in the experience.
Tom grunted and she felt the mad pace he was setting quicken while the heat from his meat increased.
"Here it comes, pretty bitch," Tom said with almost a snicker. "Get ready, because I'm really going to blast you!"
The first hot glob struck deeply into Patti's bowels and she almost screamed at the impact. Time after time the red hot jism exploded in swirling sheets up her frantically contracting glory hole.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she groaned as the white-hot stars of her cumming reached their peak. She was aware only of a dull booming thunder deep within her bowels. Tom's trumpeting drive built mountains of feeling that struggled like titans up to take hold of her and push her off the cliff of ethereality. To Tom it was as if he were a jack hammer beating his huge prick into Patti, intent upon cracking her essence. Then, with one last gigantic shudder, he collapsed on Patti and their heaving bodies stilled.
For long moments they lay that way: sprawled haphazardly across the bed with the bellboy's weight crushing the slight woman beneath him. His wilting tool was lodged deeply in her butt and the tight sphincter muscles did not seem to want to let go their hold. The sweat had begun to chill before Tom spoke.
"I'd love to go another round, baby, but I've got to get something to eat before I go on duty. How about I see you after work?" he asked.
Her passion was spent, and Patti felt almost too lazy to respond. "Maybe so. We'll see," she said and rolled over on the bed when he withdrew from her.
Now that she had experienced firsthand what Cindy had been unable to take, she quite naturally felt a little apathetic about anything further between them. Perhaps it was a little too bitchy of her, but frankly she did now want to see him anymore. But she did not know how to tell him so.
Instead, she feigned sleep while he went to the bathroom and dressed. And she kept her eyes closed and her breathing even until he was gone. Then, as if she had been with an animal which smelled, she went into the shower and scrubbed herself nearly raw.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You know something?" Taco said. "I'm beginning to worry a little about Patti. Seems like an awfully long time has gone by since we left her."
"Or a short time," quipped Linda. "It just depends on how you look at it."
All four of them were lying naked on the twin king sized beds; Taco with Linda, Bull with Cindy.
"Either way, I think I'll give her a call." Taco picked up the receiver and started to dial 0. Then he remembered his earlier conversation with the phone operator, and he pressed back the receiver button and dialed the room number with comic motions. "Goddamn communists," he muttered beneath his breath.
"There he goes again," cried Linda in an anguish of curiosity. "What's he talking about?"
"Nobody's sure but him," Bull laughed. "But stick around for a while. You'll get the drift of it."
"Nobody answers." Taco hung up the phone. "Think I'll just take me a walk over there and find out what's going on."
"Here. Take my key," Bull said. "Let us know if anything's up. The key's in my pants. There. At the foot of the bed."
"Mind if I borrow your swimming trunks?" Taco asked, then kidded Bull a little with, "That is-if you're not so fat they're too big for me!"
"Fat, your ass! That's rock-hard muscle. Everywhere."
"Oh, really?" teased Cindy as Taco slipped the trunks on and left by way of the pool side glass door. "Rockhard muscle is it? Come on, Linda, help me get the muscle man!" She started tickling Bull, and he roared with instantly helpless mirth. Tickling was the one thing Bull could not stand. Linda joined in, and for long minutes the girls tormented Bull with pokes and jabs of their fingers into his sensitive ribs. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that no one heard Patti enter until she spoke.
"Well. I see the orgy's still in progress. Mind if I join the fun?" she asked in anticipation.
"Oh, Patti!" Cindy said through sobs of laughter. "Sure, why not? The more the merrier!"
"Where have you been? Taco's gone looking for you."
"I know," replied Patti, "I met him by the pool. He's taking a swim." Her fingers were busy undoing the oversized buttons on her yellow shift. As always she was making a show of what she did. "But I'm not so sure I want to tickle Bull to death. What I want right now is a little loving, if there's any left in the three of you."
For an answer Linda got off the bed and came to Patti's side. Before a moment passed, Cindy was there as well. Busily their fingers finished the work that Patti had begun. As Patti's breasts sprang into view, Linda nuzzled one of the cherry-red tips into her mouth while Cindy slid the paisley bikini panties Patti wore down the marble-smooth legs, trailing her hands with her tongue.
"You're going to have to wait for a while for me to join you," broke in Bull. The girls hardly heard him as they were so occupied with Patti's statuesque beauty.
While Patti stood in the middle of the room and swayed, Linda and Cindy were all over her. Linda's mouth twirled hotly around the rubber-hard nipple oh the sultry flesh of the red-head's breast. She ran her hand over the other tit and teased that nipple into erectness. She weighed the firm globe with her hand. A moan escaped Patti's lips.
Cindy began to kiss her way up the inside of her friend's outspread legs, starting at the ankles. She licked her pink-tipped tongue in the hollows of the slender bones and then across the top of Patti's foot. Then, flattening the flesh of her tongue, she stroked her face upward and around the subtle curve of the tawny calf.
"Ahhh!!" sighed Patti as Cindy began to tickle behind her knees with tiny nips of her even teeth.
"Oh, my God, yes yes, baby!!" cried Patti and grabbed Linda's face to hers in a desperate kiss.
Their heated lips met and the tender flesh of their mouths welded together in a searching kiss. Patti drove her fevered tongue deep into Linda's mouth, and she responded with passion and surprised fervor. Patti reached up and cupped one of Linda's breasts in her hand and palmed the nipple like a suction cup. She worked her hand back and forth like a plunger until a sweet salty sweat came up.
Cindy's burning face had completed its journey up Patti's marble thigh and now she licked her tongue up the woman's slit. She buried her nose in the scented muff of her box and breathed in, savoring the musk of her woman smell. Her tongue parted the willing pussy lips and darted wetly into the tasty flesh of Patti's box.
Patti's arms went around Linda and softly, determinedly, drew her close. The melons of their breasts met and crushed together as the sweat spread slickly between them. As Cindy's tongue drove her wild by sucking on her hardening clitoris, hot thrills sang through Patti from the heat of Linda's kiss and from their writhing fervid breasts.
Linda broke their kiss. "Come on, Cindy, let's get her on the bed."
Cindy and Linda led Patti to the bed, stroking her like a favorite pet. They sat her down and Linda sank between her legs. Cindy stood up on the pillows and then stepped astraddle Patti's head and clamped her pussy over the red-head's lips.
Linda began to eat Patti and to twirl her hands around the hot jutting breasts. Her fingers squeezed the nipples into rigid awareness while her tongue dove hot and wetly into Patti's cunt. She made it fleshy and fat and abused the other woman's clit with wet, slick slaps.
Cindy was receiving the same treatment from Patti's hot mouth. Every lick that Linda gave, Patti matched, driving her tongue twirling into Cindy's twat.
Bull could stand no more. He moved over to the other bed where the writhing women were. He knelt behind Linda on the edge of the bed. She felt his presence and without losing a stroke with her lapping tongue raised herself on her hands and knees before him. Bull pressed his hardening cock firmly between the cheeks of Linda's inviting ass and snuggled the head of his penis against her asshole. Slowly he moved it down the taut flesh to her vagina.
Linda stopped eating Patti's pussy for a moment to say: "UMMMM, yeah, sock it in me, Bull baby!!" Then she plunged her face back into Patti's musky-tasting snatch. He took his iron-hard prick into his hand and probed for the opening to her flaming cunt. It slid easily into Linda's wanton walls and he buried himself to the hilt in one firm stroke.
Cindy looked back and down from her position astride Patti's face and said, "Thank God you're the man, Bull-we know there'll be plenty of long-standing cock for all of us!"
Bull looked up at Cindy and grinned while he plunged his shaft forcefully into Linda. "Yeah, there'll be plenty to spread around for all you luscious babes." All three of the females were lost in a wild drive toward orgasm.
Patti's hips were plunging wildly up after Linda's probing tongue. As Bull drove his shaft to the hilt from behind Linda, the girl dove deeper into the muff of Patti's crotch. Her legs came up and imprisoned Linda's head while moans of pleasure escaped Patti's lips into Cindy's thrashing cunt. A perfectly coordinated rhythm had established itself between the four people. Each thrust of Bull's massive cock echoed up the daisy chain of hot mouths and even hotter cunts until the force finally came to Cindy who seemed to express the passions of each of them.
"Oh, that's it, baby! Frig me, fuck me! Do it deep and hard with your tongue." She lost the train of coherence then and began to nod and buck and stroke her breasts with avid hands.
"Yes, yess ... Yesssssss!!!" as all three women gyrated to a simultaneous orgasm.
Patti's face and neck were drenched with Cindy's hot juices. The clear, musky-smelling fluid poured from between her friend's thighs and flooded into the redhead's mouth, then dribbled down her chin and between her heavy, heaving breasts.
Linda was sucking Patti's cum down her willing throat and loving the sweet, sticky taste while she came all over Bull's swollen staff.
He saw the three reach their peak together and, waiting only for Linda's climaxes to slow, he withdrew his throbbing rod and stood up. He moved to nestle his lips about Patti's slick tits and licked Cindy's cum from about the resilient flesh. His lips and tongue sent new chills of passion through Patti. Then he drew away and said, "Linda, crawl up on top of Patti and onto my face and let me taste that sweet little box of yours. I'll lie down on my back, and then Patti can sit on my cock. Then, Cindy baby, if you get behind Patti you can lick my balls and her snatch while we fuck and I'll frig you with my hand."
"Wow! You make it sound like some fantastic battle plan," exclaimed Cindy as she delightedly moved to her position. There was a great deal of giggling, licking, playful scratching, and poking as the four writhing bodies tumbled all over themselves to follow Bull's orders.
Patti straddled Bull's rigid organ and lowered herself on it until she was skewered to the hilt. Cindy snuggled her head beneath Patti's ass and sent her tongue sliding up and down Bull's rod and around the lips of her friend's flexing cunt. The woman began to bounce slightly as she rocked up and down on the erect tool. Linda, facing her atop Bull's head, reached out and gathered the jiggling, full-fleshed breasts into her hands. She kneaded them and then leaned forward, planting her mouth like a suction cup on one hard nipple. She, too, began to rock with the motion of Bull's tongue, which drove rapidly in and out of her pussy. His finger stole sensuously down Cindy's backside and in between her legs, then plunged slickly into his wife's cunt.
They were all off and rocking in a perfectly coordinated rhythm of sensual bliss. Each gave to the other their full erotic joy and it seemed that the four people had become a new kind of sexual creature. As Cindy licked his balls and the base of his piston-like cock, Bull imagined his tongue doing the erotic work and communicated this union of arousal to Linda. He licked and slashed with his tongue as if it were a cock and drove Linda into an incredible frenzy of wanton heat. Her hips writhed and twisted, pushing Bull's nose deep between the buns of her ass. His tongue licked feverishly at the full earthy smell and darted into the spongy jewel of her asshole.
"God, yes!!!" screamed Linda as she threw her arms around Patti and their lips locked in a desperately torrid kiss.
Bull's fingers were slipping smartly in and out of Cindy's glove-tight twat and she felt another orgasm coming on. Bull, too, felt the first urgings well up in his own groin and he snorted and groaned with abandon.
His bucking hips thrashed upward into Patti, who had started cumming as well. As he reached his peak Linda dove forward across his chest and stomach and pressed her eager tongue against the front side of his shaft and Patti's clit.
"Fuck!! Oh my God!!" Patti screamed her pleasure as Linda's tongue touched her clit and the cock in her pussy's walls spat the first burst of jism deep into her womb. "Yes, yessssss!! I'm cumming, too!" And she drenched both Linda's and Cindy's hungry mouths with her juice.
Bull's gigantic member sent spasm after spasm churning up the writhing woman until he had spent himself and he relaxed as his cock slowly began to grow soft. Cindy and Linda continued to lick every bit of the cum from between both of the exhausted people's legs and were not satisfied until the flesh was dry and clean.
Suddenly the phone rang. Patti was closest, so she picked it up. "Hello?"
"Who is this?" Taco's voice asked.
"It's Patti, Taco. Where are you?"
"By the pool. Anyone there want to come out and join me for a swim and some sun?"
Patti turned away from the receiver and asked the others. "Taco wants someone to swim with. Anyone interested?"
"I'd kind of like that," Cindy said from where her head rested between Patti's ass and Bull's prick. "What about the rest of you?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind myself," Bull added.
"Me, too," Linda chimed in from the other side.
"Looks like everyone's coming," Patti informed Taco.
"Okay. See you soon. The water is beautiful. And it's really hot, so bring your sun tan lotion." Taco hung up.
"Have you got any sun tan lotion here, Cindy?" Patti asked.
"No. I forgot to bring it."
"Never mind. I bought some this morning and it's in the other rooms. I've got to go and get my suit, anyway, so I'll bring it with me." Hurriedly, she slipped her shift on and started to go out the door.
"Wait a minute," Linda said. "I'll come with you. I have to get my suit, too, so ... " She let her words trail off as she dressed and joined Patti at the door.
"Either of you want anything?" Patti asked Bull and Cindy. When she received no reply she turned and followed Linda out the door.
"You never said how it went with the bellman," Linda said conversationally.
"Oh, all right, I guess," Patti replied non-commitally. "There's something almost sordid about him, though."
"Did he pull any rough stuff?" Linda asked suspiciously.
"No, it wasn't that. It's something I can't quite define. But I felt degraded by him."
"Didn't he want to, ah, you know, take you from behind?"
"Oh, yes. But it was more than that. I'm partial to a good butt fucking, if you didn't already know," Patti answered. "And he gave me a good one! But that had nothing to do with the feeling I'm trying to describe. It was just a feeling I got. It's inexplicable. He says he wants to see me again. I do hope he doesn't become a nuisance."
"Oh, he will if he can," Linda assured her as they reached the suite.
"Ah well, let's forget it, huh? Come on." Patti unlocked the door. "This will only take a minute."
Inside, Patti quickly shed her clothes and Linda sat on the edge of the bed, watching her.
"I can't get over how beautiful you are," Linda said as Patti, now naked, rummaged through the suitcase looking for her swim suit. Patti only smiled, but her eyes told Linda she took enormous pleasure from the remark.
"May I kiss your breasts?" Linda asked in a small voice.
"If you wish," Patti replied. She straightened up and walked slowly toward the other woman.
"I've never felt this way about a woman before," Linda said almost in a whisper. "I never thought I could."
"Don't talk. Kiss!" said Patti.
Humbly, as if Patti's bountiful breasts were sacred, Linda placed her face between the cleavage and gave a glad little cry.
"Lie down on the bed and let me worship you." Linda's tone held a hint of pleading. Without saying a word Patti moved away from Linda and lay backward onto the round-edged bed.
"I've never felt this way before," Linda mused as she turned to Patti and looked longingly at the other woman's voluptuous body.
"How do you mean?" Patti asked.
"I don't know. Sort of glad and foolish at the same time. And I'm making myself so obvious."
"No, you're not," Patti assured her.
"Yes, I am. I lied about having to stop at my room and get my swim suit. It's right there next to the bed in Bull and Cindy's room. I left it there this morning when Cindy loaned me this." Her hand gestured to the paisley dress she was wearing.
"I thought it looked familiar," Patti said. "But look, Linda. That doesn't make any difference. All four of us try to be as free-" Linda cut her off.
"You don't understand." Linda's voice rose to a plea. "I'm trying to tell you I'm falling in love with you!" She buried her face in her hands and a sob caught in her throat. Patti was thunderstruck at first. She did not know what to say but felt she had to comfort the girl.
"It's all right, Linda. It's all right," she said and reached forward to draw Linda to her. Pitifully the girl let herself be drawn forward until she was nestled against Patti.
"There, there. Never mind now. Don't cry." Patti stroked Linda's shoulder and back gently, as if she were a baby. This certainly is a dilemma, she thought. What am I going to do?
Linda's head was pressed tightly against her bosom and as her sobs slowly subsided, Patti could feel the trickle of tears course wetly over her right breast and into her armpit. Uncomfortable, she moved slightly.
Linda felt Patti's nipple graze her cheek, and almost unconsciously she found it with her mouth and began to suckle. Patti was taken aback at first but realized this might comfort Linda. So she encouraged it.
"That's it, baby. That's what mama likes. Yes, baby, yes. Suck on mama's tit. That's good. Oh, so good. Oohhh ... " Patti's encouragement quickly changed to desire as the mouthing's took charge of her. Her body shivered with the desire and she became aware of Linda's clothing.
"Take your clothes off, baby." Patti's words came at the end of a gasp of pleasure.
"You do it." Linda looked up at her pleadingly.
"All right."
Gently, as if Linda were no more than a vixen child, Patti undid the dress and eased it over Linda's head. She wore no bra. As if in a game, Patti patted Linda's hip for her to raise her ass and let her panties slip off. Linda's eyes sparkled with love at the kind way Patti was treating her, and almost despite herself Patti felt a twinge in her own throat.
Linda is a truly beautiful girl, now that she's not wearing so much makeup. Oh! I do hope she'll change. Apparently some of what Patti was thinking showed on her face, for Linda said, "Oh, don't feel sorry for me. Please!"
"I wasn't," Patti hurriedly denied. "I was thinking how lovely you are. Really I was," she said as she saw a look of doubt cross Linda's face.
"I don't believe you." Linda looked petulant.
"Will this make you believe me?" asked Patti and knelt forward until her nose nuzzled Linda's pale brown muff. Her tongue snaked out and burrowed into the soft, musky flesh of Linda's box. The small pink tip found the fold under which her clit was hidden and she tongued the tiny love button awake. Linda whimpered her pleasure at the touch.
With gentle but increasingly insistent licks, Patti delved more deeply into Linda's heat and was rewarded when the plush lips opened up. Avidly her tongue sought within the honey-slick walls of Linda's pussy and tasted the nectar. Linda responded with deepening moans and began to churn her hips.
"Oh, Patti, it's so good! I love being with you," Linda love-talked between ragged breaths. Patti only lengthened her tongue's caresses as she felt the other woman's legs go up around her neck to rest on her shoulders.
The silky flesh of Linda's legs locked fervently about her head, as Patti changed from licking into her pussy and began sucking gently on her clitoris. With pouting lips she drew the tiny stud into her mouth and let her tongue dart about the knob of tender flesh.
"Oh, Patti, I'm cummingggg!!!" Linda's voice rose into a wail as she felt Patti's sucking mouth drive her into the throes of orgasm. Linda's hips whipped off the bed and Patti had to fight to hold on. The gigantic shudders that ran through Linda in her passion made her oblivious to the fact that Patti was not indestructible. Mindlessly, she heaved and ground her hips about until Patti feared the thrashing would break her neck. Pushing frantically at Linda's hips, she finally managed to extract herself from the leg lock Linda had on her head and she breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Linda's panting was slowing now and she seemed to be returning to some form of sanity.
"Wow!" exclaimed Patti with a rueful expression. "You really took off there for a while. I was afraid you'd forgotten I existed. You nearly broke my neck!"
"Oh! I'm sorry." Linda's ecstatic expression changed to one of concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" She rose up quickly and looked into Patti's face with obvious pain in her eyes.
"No." Patti laughed self-consciously. "You didn't hurt me. But for a while there, it was touch and go."
"Oh, Patti, I'm so, so sorry!" Linda looked absolutely crestfallen. "I'd never want to hurt you."
"I know," Patti assured her, sorry now that she had mentioned it. "Forget about it. Didn't you say something a few minutes ago about wanting to worship me?"
"Oh, yes, I do!" Linda's expression changed to one of elation. "I want to very, very much."
"Well, you may," Patti said in an attempt at debonair humor.
"Yes," was all Linda could say.
She rolled to her side and waited expectantly for Patti to come up beside her on the bed. With adoration in her eyes she lingered over every one of Patti's curves and seemed to relish each nook and cranny of Patti's creamy body.
"Touch me," Patti commanded gently when she felt a stirring in her loins from Linda's adoring inspection. "Kiss my breasts. I want to feel your tongue on them."
Linda lowered her head as if afraid Patti would break at first touch. Then, gently, as gently as if she were a butterfly, she let her mouth barely quiver over one lovely nipple, then the other.
"A little harder, baby; I won't break," Patti said as the tender touch sent sparkles of pleasures through her and she felt her nipples harden.
Linda surrounded one areola with a full-mouthed but incredibly soft kiss and almost imperceptibly began to tickle the hard little tip with her tongue. The effect was maddening. Patti groped for the back of the girl's head and pressed her face against her breast with a groan. Lightly her other hand began stroking Linda's breast and side with featherweight fingertips.
With a sigh of passion, Linda sucked and tongued the erected nipple harder and slipped her hand down Patti's soft abdomen until it reached her fleece-covered pussy lips. She raised her mouth from Patti's breasts and sought her lips for a deepening kiss.
Her tongue licked gently over the soft inner flesh of Patti's lips and grazed along the upper row of her teeth while her fingers delicately parted the fold of skin at the top of Patti's cunt. Linda's tongue drove deeply into the other woman's mouth and was met with an equal passion, while her fingers began to slowly roll Patti's clitoris back and forth. Patti moaned and began to churn her hips.
Slowly Linda kissed her way along Patti's jaw and down her neck until she reached the cleavage of her breasts. Then she licked lower with a flat, wet tongue. As she reached a point between the bountiful mounds she brought her hands up and cupped Patti's breasts to her mouth one at a time. Then she slid lower and followed the movement with her mouth until it found Patti's belly button.
Pausing there as if it were a pinhole entrance to some pleasurable taste, she sent little darting licks into the indentation and was rewarded by feeling Patti shiver. As if the woman's flesh were delicately flavored, Linda lowered her mouth farther on Patti's stomach with tiny intoxicating nibbles. She paused at the hairline above Patti's auburn mound and licked her tongue among the curls. Patti's hips came off the bed and she urged Linda's mouth lower with her hands at the top of the blonde's head.
"I want your mouth on my twat," she hissed between clenched teeth. The gentleness of Linda had nearly driven her mad and an ache had begun between her legs. She hungered for the release of Linda's mouth sucking her clit. With excruciating slowness Linda inched her way to a place just above Patti's throbbing cunt.
"Suck it. Suck it!" Patti urged desperately.
Linda's tongue teased its way lower until it finally touched the place of Patti's want. Like a moth, she fluttered her tongue above the delicate fold of pink flesh.
"For God's sake, Linda! Hurry, please hurry!" Patti pushed her hips off the bed and at last Linda glued her mouth to the sensitive flesh of Patti's vulva. A sigh of nearly cataclysmic proportions escaped from Patti.
"Oh, yes, that's it, baby! That's the spot. Suck my clit!" Patti moaned as she tossed her head from side to side in ecstasy.
Linda sucked and tongued the tiny bud into rigid awareness now. Her mouth cupped the growing knob of distended flesh between her full lips and her tongue twirled around it avidly. Patti's moans turned to groans as her passion mounted.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she groaned over and over as her hips struck up a rhythmic rocking and her hands began to knead her own trembling breasts. She whirled the nipples of her breasts between her thumb and forefinger until they pulsed with blood. Between their turgid hardness and the electric-like shocks she was now experiencing from Linda's mouthing of her clitoris, she became wanton with desire and churned her hips rapidly toward orgasm.
Linda glanced up from between Patti's legs and saw the busy fingers twirl the tiny, rubberlike aureoles of her tits. She increased the fervor of her tonguing's as the sight of Patti's masturbating movements sent a thrill coursing through her. She dove her tongue as deeply as she could into Patti's anxious pussy and tasted the sweet musk of her secretions.
Up and down Patti's hips humped, gyrating wildly. "Oh, my God, I'm going to cum!!" Patti raged and felt her eyes roll up in her head and her body spasm out of the orgasm as if it were epileptic. Wrack after delicious, oblivious wrack shook her to her very core, and it seemed an eternity until the quaking finally slowed, then stopped.
"Did I please you?" Linda asked softly as she raised her head and gazed lovingly at Patti.
"Oh yes, my dear, yes, yes, yes!" Patti answered and drew Linda's head up to her breasts. With enormous pleasure she allowed Linda's lips to linger there and caress the still burning buds tenderly.
"Patti?" Linda said hesitantly, expectation in her voice. "Do you think there's any way that I can stay with the four of you after you leave this place?"
"What do you mean?" Patti distractedly caressed the blonde girl's head with her hand.
"I don't know. I only know that I feel awfully good when I'm with you. And I don't want you guys to leave. If only I could go home with you."
"Why not?" Patti mused.
Hope sprang like a fountain into Linda's voice. "Do you mean it?" she gushed. "Do you really mean that I could come with you when you leave? Oh, it's too good to be true!"
Patti smiled understandingly. "Of course I mean it, silly. But it's really up to the others. Taco especially. But I think ... well, as far as I'm concerned, I want you to-and Taco usually sees things my way." She pushed Linda up and then sat up herself. "Come on. Get dressed and let's go see."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Say, Taco," Bull said from behind closed eyes as he lay next to his brother at the pool side, basking in the sun. "I thought we came up here to be married to each other's wife?"
"Yeah, I know," Taco said lazily, "but it doesn't seem so important any more. I wonder where Patti and Linda are."
"Probably looking for Linda's swim suit. She forgot it in our room when she went with Patti. She'll remember where it is, I'm sure." Bull yawned. "I think I'll go back to the room for a little nap. Come and get me if anything exciting develops." He yawned again and stood up, the sun's glare making black spots swim in his eyes.
"Okay. But let's forget about the marriage bit, don't you think?" Taco asked as his brother started off.
"Sure, man. It doesn't really matter anyway." Bull waved and walked away.
"Where's Bull going?" Cindy asked as she emerged dripping from the pool.
"Back to the room for a nap," replied Taco without raising his head to look up.
"That's an idea. Think I'll join him." She trotted off to catch up.
"Hi, honey," she said, slipping a wet arm through Bull's. "Mind if I come, too?"
"Hey! Watch it-you're wet!" Bull exclaimed, pulling away from the contact of Cindy's soggy suit on his sun-warmed flesh.
"A little cold never hurt anybody," she cajoled in an attempt to press herself against him once again. Laughingly, Bull pulled her in front of him and held her at arm's length.
"All right, march!" he ordered, and began pushing her ahead of him. "Hey, there's Patti and Linda." The two girls, both in bikinis, were walking toward them arm in arm and Bull thought, I guess Linda found her suit okay.
"Howdy, girls," he said as they approached.
"Hi," said Patti. "Where are you two off to?"
"To take a nap, but this brute won't let me near him. Says I'm all wet." Cindy pretended to glare over her shoulder at Bull just to see the effect of her words. Bull pulled her back until he could smack her smartly on the ass.
"Hey!" protested Cindy. "Take it easy, will you!" But despite her words, her eyes invited him to do it again.
"Don't worry," Bull assured her, "you keep it up and wait and see what you'll get in the room!"
"Uh-oh," Cindy said, and ran away from the group. "I'll see you guys. Bull's got me absolutely terrified!" Giggling, she ran ahead and they saw her disappear through the glass doors to the room.
Bull smiled. "I better get along before she cooks up some surprise for me." Bull started to move away. "See you later ... Oh, by the way, Taco says he wants to forget the marriage thing. I guess I agree."
Patti nodded.
"See you," Bull said again and walked toward the room.
"What does he mean?" Linda asked.
"Oh, nothing really. We were going to get married. That's all."
"But I thought you were already married." Linda was quite confused.
"Oh, we are. But I was going to marry Bull this time. And Cindy was going to marry Taco. I know it sounds crazy, but it seemed like a good excuse to come to Las Vegas. And Taco had this idea about revolution and all. Well ... never mind. Let's get in the water before we roast."
"Taco's full of ideas, isn't he?" Linda said as she hurried along to keep up with Patti.
"Yes, I guess so. There he is now. Over there near the shallow end. See?"
"Oh, yes, I see him. Was it his idea to begin with? The getting married, I mean."
"I don't remember," Patti answered. "But probably. It's the kind of thing Taco would come up with."
"Oh, Patti, do you think he'll like the idea of my going home with you?" Linda sounded worried.
"Don't worry about that. He'll like the idea, I'm sure. But he's likely to want to improve on it somehow. Don't ask me how, though, 'cause I can't answer that. But Taco will come up with something; you can be sure of that."
They reached the edge of the pool. Without waiting for a reply from Linda, Patti dove neatly into the water. Linda followed after only a moment's reflection.
* * *
"Bull, baby?" Cindy's expression was fetching as she stretched herself tawnily on the bed. "Bull, would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
Lying beside her, Bull froze his yawn and felt it break at its peak into unsatisfying fragments. "Cindy," he said as he attempted to force another yawn up, "I'm too sleepy for games now, so if you're fooling around-forget it."
"Oh no, I'm serious!" Cindy's eyes grew wide with hurt. It was a moment of crisis for her and she desperately wanted Bull to understand.
"But, Cindy, why this sudden change of heart?"
"And why this inquisition?" Cindy wanted to know defensively, and Bull was caught short for an answer.
"I don't know. Perhaps I should leave all the thinking to Taco. You want a butt fucking, baby? I'm only here to serve. Put that mouth of yours to work and get me hard."
Even as the thought of Cindy's mouth on his prick struck Bull, he felt his meat thicken and warm against his thigh. It really did not matter, after all, what had made Cindy change her mind.
Cindy rolled half over and kissed him. Her soft lips were like a sponge on his harder ones, and delicately she sucked them soft. Her pouting kiss was like a flower blossom as it emerged into his mouth and tongue: sweet and filled with fire. He could feel her teeth click along his teeth rows, and he let it inside to mesh with his.
In his thighs Bull felt a roll start and let it go like a wheel up his hips until he felt his buttocks grinding against the bed. Cindy broke their kiss and hurried down his neck and chest as if her mouth were a hungry animal. Bull's prick had stiffened considerably and yearned for the touch of her tongue.
With the practiced skill of a cat lapping cream, she licked down the base from the tip of Bull's cock to the bottom of his ball-sack. She let her tongue suggest a daring lick at his asshole and he stiffened his buns with expectant ecstasy in response.
Expertly her mouth kissed its way back up his scrotum and around the base which she flayed with her tongue. Then slowly, as if her tongue were a tease, she drew upward on the staff until she came to the bulbous end. And pop! Her tongue tickling, she sucked the glands into her pouting, hot-lipped mouth.
Perhaps it was the thought of fucking his wife in the ass for the first time that caused the next reaction in Bull. Or perhaps it was just one of the unaccountable circumstances that sometimes arise. But in either case, Bull found himself immediately on the edge of orgasm.
"Hold it, baby, hold it. Christ! I don't know what's the matter with me, but I'm just about to come. Cindy! Listen to me, will you? Stop it for a minute."
Bull was afraid he would have an orgasm and that then Cindy would change her mind. Fortunately, for Bull at least, Cindy finally seemed to hear and stopped sucking his cock.
"What is it, Bull baby?"
"Dammit, I don't know. But I almost shot my wad before you started."
"That's Taco, not you, Bull!" Concern was written strongly on Cindy's face.
"I know it, dammit! Let me think this thing through for a moment, will you?"
Cindy willed herself to be silent even though she was anxious over Bull's sudden change of mood. Although Taco had the reputation as the thinker among the group, it was often Lull with his blundering will who blindly came up with the most insight.
"There's something wrong here. I can feel it," said Bull seriously. The words sounded absurd to Cindy and she struggled not to say to him that the problem simply was that he was cumming too quickly. Instead she kept her silence while a puzzled frown crept across Bull's handsome face.
"I don't know; maybe I'm wrong. But on this whole trip, something hasn't been right," he mused.
Cindy could no longer stand it. "What do you mean, baby? Don't you like the idea of butt fucking me?" She licked his prick with a coy smile to emphasize her point.
"It's not that. Or, is it?" Bull asked himself. "I can't be sure it isn't, of course. But I feel like something else is going on that shouldn't be. What is it, though? What is it?"
"Too much of the same old thing, perhaps," Cindy suggested.
"You mean like sex?" Bull quipped.
"I thought you liked the idea." Cindy pouted.
"I do, sugar. It's not that. Oh hell, never mind. I've got something in my wallet for just this occasion." Bull rose and searched through the pockets of his pants.
"What is it?" asked Cindy, thinking, He couldn't be taking out a rubber, could he?
"Orgy butter in a handy foil packet."
"Oh, let me see it!" Cindy squealed, and Bull tossed her the packet with a grin. "Orgo-Easer. Oh, Bull, this is too much! What does it say here?" Cindy read aloud: "'Directions: Just lay Orgo-Easer in the palm and let the heat of your meat melt the butter pad. Orgo-Easer smells good, too!' Direct, aren't they?" She grinned wryly. "It sort of takes the romance away, Bull." Her eyes changed to the expression of a child who had taken a lick of ice cream and gotten a flavor she did not expect.
Cindy's words somehow expressed what Bull was feeling-though for other reasons. For the first time in his life, he had started to cum right away. The experience was so unique in his mind that the thought preoccupied him and he felt himself losing interest in the prospects of sex.
"What is it, Bull?" Cindy saw the frown that passed across his face once again and her voice reflected his concern and worry.
"Oh, it's nothing," Bull mumbled as he tried to put her off.
"Yes, it is. Now tell me," Cindy demanded to know. Yet she managed to tell him of her love by her very tone of voice.
"Yeah, well, I guess I should. It's just that I'm out of the mood right now, I guess."
Cindy felt relief at Bull's stumbling love. She had experienced certain reservations herself since offering her ass to him, and now it seemed they both wanted to wait a while.
"Did you change your mind?" Bull asked, still frowning at the newness of what was taking place.
"Well, no. But all the same, I think there is a doubt we're both feeling. And perhaps it's a good idea to wait a while," Cindy suggested hopefully.
"Yeah, well, maybe. I don't know-but as long as you're sure you're not changing your mind, after all?" Bull was remotely aware of how false all this sounded.
Suddenly Taco walked through the patio doors. Without preamble he said: "Bull, we've got a problem."
"You're telling me!" Bull agreed without even thinking. Then he thought, What the hell has Taco got to do with this thing? How'd he know about it, anyway?
"Oh, you already know," Taco said. "Got any ideas about what to do about it?"
"About what?" asked Cindy suspiciously, having a feeling that the two men were not communicating.
"Why, the film, of course."
"What film?"
"I thought Bull said you already knew!"
"He doesn't," Cindy answered.
"What film?"
"The stag film of Patti and the bellboy."
"What?" Bull exploded in outrage.
"Yeah, the son of a bitch got a film of himself fucking Patti. Says he wants fifty thousand dollars or he'll have a buddy of his put it out for distribution. Son of a bitch!"
"I'll kill the bastard!" Bull roared.
"Oh, no you won't," Taco said firmly. "What this takes is some concentrated thought-so, just slow down."
"You're not going to pay him, are you, Taco?" Cindy was aghast.
"Not if I can help it," Taco replied grimly.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. Let's wait until Patti gets here and see what she has to say about it."
"Are she and Linda still at the pool?"
"Yes. I haven't told them yet. That son of a bitch called me on the phone and told me. Goddamn telephone. It's the devil's device without a doubt."
"Next I suppose you'll say the bellboy's a communist because he wants to share your money with you," Cindy wisecracked.
"It's not impossible," Taco said. Then he shook his head, greatly amused with himself. "What the hell difference does a strip of film make, anyway?"
"What film?" Patti asked as she entered the room with Linda.
"It seems your friend, what's-his-name, the bellboy-"
"Tom Jones," Patti filled in helpfully.
"Yeah, well, Tom Jones has got a film of you with his prick up your ass and he wants fifty thousand dollars for it. That film!"
Patti's eyes grew huge. "I knew there was something about him that I disliked, but I couldn't place it. Oh, Taco! What are we going to do?"
"I don't know yet. How did he get it without your knowing about it is what I want to know."
"I don't know. For the life of me, I don't!"
"I do," Linda asserted in a muted tone.
"How?" Taco snapped.
"With a camera, of course," Linda said, not liking Taco's tone one bit.
"I know that," Taco screamed. "What do you take me for, a fool?"
"Now, just slow down," Patti interjected, then turned to Linda. "What about the camera, Linda?"
"Well," the blonde replied slowly, "it's one of the gadgets I was telling you about, Patti. But it's not supposed to be used this way, of course. If the hotel knew about this they'd blow their stack."
"You mean they keep hidden cameras in the rooms?" Taco was incredulous, but his eyes searched suspiciously about the room.
"In some of the rooms. You'd be surprised how many guests there are here that want 'home movies' to take home. It's like I was telling Patti. All you have to do is ask for something in Las Vegas and it's yours. At a price, of course."
"Well, I'll be damned!" was all Taco could manage.
"But really, they're not for this purpose. If the hotel management finds out, they'll have him killed," Linda said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, come on, Linda. You've got to be kidding!" Cindy said.
"I'm not," Linda answered her evenly. "I can even show you right where the camera is."
"Unbelievable," was Bull's only opinion of the turn of events. A silence fell over the group.
"Well, what the hell are we going to do?" Cindy asked, more to fill the silence than to get an answer.
"You could tell the hotel," Linda suggested.
"Not if what you say about killing is true." Taco's tone was firm. "Besides, that wouldn't insure us that we'd get the film back. He could have already given it to his friend."
"What if we do nothing?" Patti looked slowly around at the different people gathered in the room.
"You can't do that!" Cindy exclaimed, aghast at Patti's suggestion.
"And why not? I don't give a damn about any film," Patti said. "And it's the one thing I'm sure he's convinced we won't do."
"You know, you may have something after all, baby." The glimmer of an idea was taking shape in Taco's mind and he let it show in his face.
"What do you have in mind, brother?" Bull asked, knowing the look and its meaning.
"Just a minute. Just a minute. I want to think this one over for a moment. A little silence, if you please, while the maestro works."
Taco set to pacing to and fro across the room. It was as if a dialogue were taking place inside him and the different points of view were played across his face as his mind moved from character to character. He stopped all at once, and a big smile lit up his face. "Okay! Here's what we'll do."
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm telling you, Tom-unless you promise to release the film under a partnership agreement to share all the money from it, the Torres family intends to sue you in a court of law."
"You're kidding, Linda!" Tom could not believe he was hearing correctly.
"No, I'm serious. Perhaps you don't understand people as well as you think." Linda's voice held an almost palpable contempt for him.
"Christ! Who'd have suspected this? Those people must be crazy-why that film shows everything! I thought the girl was his wife?"
"She is."
"That prick! Wants a slice of my action-how about that? I figured maybe they'd squawk. But to want in! No. It just doesn't figure." Tom shook his head slowly back and forth.
To Linda, it looked as though he was not believing her. But he was. That was the trouble. He just did not understand anyone who would do such a thing.
"Who is that guy, anyway?" Tom asked suddenly.
"Taco Torres is all I know him by," Linda answered, and realized that a hint of admiration had entered Tom's voice.
"I honestly thought I knew 'em all. But Christ! How you gonna take the edge when some cat won't budge?" Linda was not sure she followed the meaning of all Tom was muttering to himself, but just the same she knew a beaten man when she saw one. And despite herself, she liked the way Tom was taking it. Suddenly a thought struck her: what if he were acting? What if he were up to something? How could she tell?
"You're being awfully calm about it," Linda said suspiciously.
"Listen, baby." Tom raised his head from his musings. "I'm a gambler at heart and I can see a full house when it's laid on the table. That guy don't play fair."
"Ha! That's a laugh. Look who's talking about playing fair."
"Oh, don't give me that righteous crap, sister. You've been around this town long enough to know the suckers don't want a break."
"The Torres brothers aren't suckers, Tom." It was crazy, but she almost felt sorry for him. He was such a pitiful figure after he found out that Taco would not play his way. Tom thought everyone but he was a sucker at heart, and that Taco could be as larcenous and coolly calculating as he was himself shocked him to the point of moral indignation.
"What about it? Are you going to release the film or give it back?"
"Release it, hell!" Tom exploded. "And I'm not about to let them have it, either." He stood up and crossed the room to a bookshelf and took the film canister into his hands. Giving vent to his frustration, he tore it apart and reeled the film into the air like ticker tape. Soon it was no more than a flat clear plastic tape lying exposed on the floor. Tom gathered it up and shoved it in a bunch onto Linda's lap.
"Here it is. Take the damn thing and get out of here!" Without a word, Linda gathered herself up and left.
* * *
"Whoopee!" Bull danced around the room. "Taco brother, you're a genius!"
"I'm not so sure," Taco said reflectively as he stood gazing at the pool with the film strip dangling from his hands.
"Oh, Taco, you couldn't be wishing he'd have accepted the offer, could you?" Cindy asked. Taco snorted but remained silent. Patti spoke instead.
"No. He's wondering how can we be sure we got the right film since it's already exposed."
"Not exactly." Taco turned slowly. "I was wondering how to counteract his play."
"What do you mean?" asked Bull.
"Well, he knows we don't want to tell the hotel-or at least he's suspicious of it. And he knows the film's no good to either of us blank ... "
"Taco!" Patti cut in, "I think you're making something out of nothing."
"That's possible," Taco ruefully admitted. "But it's fun in a way."
"I've had enough fun for a while in this town. Let's go home and forget it." Patti's voice held a certain determination.
"All right, I'm ready. But I'd rather play this out a little further, to be honest with you!"
"Oh, how can you, Taco?" Patti said, and stamped her foot in a tiny rage.
"Nothing is sacred, baby," Taco quipped, and returned his gaze to the outside.
In Linda's mind it was as if she were seeing two different persons. She had been anxious all during this episode as to how it would affect Patti and her plan to include Linda in the return trip home. And now, like it or not, Linda felt her chances dwindling as Patti and Taco seemed to be arguing. If their words turned into a fight Taco would be in no mood for the idea; of that Linda felt certain.
"You know what let's do? Let's go back to that suite where the pictures were taken." Linda paused to be sure everyone was listening, "and we'll have a scene and take pictures. I know how to start the camera."
"What good would that do?" Taco was being sullen. Apparently Patti had offended him, Linda realized.
"Well, I would kind of like another little bit of every one of you before you leave. So, I guess you could say it would do me good," Linda answered him slowly.
"But, Linda!" Patti burst out suddenly, "I thought you were going home with us?"
"Huh?" Bull suddenly awoke to the conversation.
"What?" asked Cindy, joining him in bewilderment.
"Now, that's a good idea!" Taco said.
"What is?" Patti asked, not sure whether he was commenting on her question to Linda or on Linda's suggested orgy.
"Both Linda coming home with us and making another movie with all five of us in it," Taco replied.
"I don't know," Bull said. "I don't feel right about this somehow."
Linda's heart sank to her shoes. The room was silent. Bull so seldom said anything-much less to disagree-that everyone was struck dumb. Including Taco. It was Cindy who finally came to the rescue. "Bull hasn't been feeling right since I asked him to fuck me in the ass; I guess it's that." She shrugged her shoulders almost as if she had said too much.
"But what does that have to do with us now?" Patti wanted to know.
"I see," Taco mused aloud.
"See? What do you say you see?" Patti was utterly baffled. Instead of answering right away, Taco turned to Cindy and asked: "What made you ask Bull to butt-fuck you, Cindy?"
"Now, wait a minute. Wait just a goddamned minute!" Bull interrupted. "I don't think that's any of your business, brother."
"Cindy brought it up," Taco countered and shrugged non-commitally. "I thought I saw a connection to Patti and the bellhop. That's all."
"Wait a minute, Bull. I want to hear this." Cindy waved her husband off. "Go on, Taco, explain."
"Answer my question first, then."
"What? Oh, yes. I think what made me ask Bull to do that was somehow because of Patti. Now, I don't know if I want it any more. But that has nothing to do with the film that I can see."
"That's where I think you're wrong," Taco said. "You see-and correct me when I'm wrong -I think you've objected all along. Before today I mean. You've not wanted anal intercourse because somewhere you felt it was dirty. What do you think? Am I right?"
"Come on, Taco. What is this-an encounter group?" Bull pawed the carpet with his foot and stared with a set jaw at his brother.
"Oh, Bull, let him finish," Cindy pleaded. "Yes, Taco, you're right so far."
"Vel zen!" Taco broke into a mockery of a pacing scientist. His arms beneath invisible coat tails and his torso hunched forward, he walked with locked, bent knees back and forth. "Vel zen. Vee have introduced a little Freud into our discovery! Very well. Then let's establish another factor: call it the Taco Torres Theory. When did this disturbance between you and Bull take place? I mean what time?"
"Aw hell," Bull said. "It was just before you came in and told us about the film."
"Ah-ha!" Taco shouted. "There is a relationship, you see? I brought the news of a film that was tied to Cindy's hangup in three ways. And by the way, the number three is important to all of this. Okay. First, it concerned Patti, Cindy's friend, sister-in-law, and nearly polygamous companion to both you and me. And there are three things in the first category." Taco made his comments as if everyone knew exactly what was going on.
"Then," he continued. "Then, it was a symbolic record, a piece of repeatable reality that others would experience. Something that exactly resembled Cindy's doubts. Only Patti was willingly-no, aggressively!-participating in it. And third. The bellboy made even that dirty by trying blackmail. Which caused Cindy's doubts to be reinforced. You see, that's what's wrong if anything is. And now it isn't here anymore. Bull senses that, and doesn't want to make another bummer appear. It's easy. That's all."
When Taco finished, everyone sat silent for a minute or so. Finally Linda spoke. "I don't think I followed all that, but somehow I feel like I did. No, that's not what I mean."
To her surprise, everyone but Taco burst into gales of laughter. He grinned as if he were only half amused. "What did I say that was so funny?" Linda wanted to know, as she was now totally confused.
"It's just that all of us have said the same thing at one time or another," Patti gasped through her laughter. "It's the way Taco is on everybody." Her laughing slowly dwindled.
"That's not as funny as they would have you believe," Taco remarked to Linda. Suddenly she felt warm, as if she understood something and she could express it. She was finally with people she could trust.
"Then it's all right if I come with you?" She simply asked the room and received a chorused "Of course!" and a bundle of hugs and kisses from everyone but Taco.
He was already on the phone checking them out. He dialed 0. "Hello, operator. Connect me with the desk, please."
"You can reach the desk if you'll dial 9, sir."
"I don't want to dial 9. I want you to do it for me."
"I can't, sir. It's against the rules."
"What rules?"
"Sir. Would you like to speak to the manager?"
"Yes, I would." Taco was feeling a bit out of humor having carried things this far; he started to say "Forget it." But before he could, he heard a phone ring. Shrugging his shoulders, he muttered to himself that since he had gone this far, he might as well hang on the line.
"Front desk."
"What? Who is this?" Taco was confused.
"The manager. May I help you, sir?"
"I thought ... Oh, hell! Never mind. I want to check out. Torres is the name. Have my bill ready. Oh, and by the way-you've a guest here, Linda McGraw?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, have a maid pack her room up and bring the luggage to the front desk." Taco covered the mouthpiece and shot a question at Linda. "I'm checking you out; anything in your room you want to take care of yourself?"
"My purse and cosmetics."
"Send Miss McGraw's purse over to room 164 and have the maid be careful of the cosmetics and toiletries. Put it all on my bill. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. I will see to it immediately. Will there be anything else, Mr. Torres?"
"Yes. How come you're at the front desk? I thought managers preferred their offices as a rule."
"Oh, indeed, sir. Well, there was just a matter that needed seeing to. Can we be of any further help to you, sir?"
"No. No, thank you. We'll be down in a short while." Taco hung up.
"Taco, I don't think I want to let someone do my packing. I'd better go see about it, if you don't mind."
"Sure, if you wish. Patti, why don't you go help her? And haven't you got our bag in the other room?"
"Yes. But I'm afraid to go there after what happened with the movie and all. You come with us."
"Okay. Tell you what. You go with Linda and I'll get the bag. Meet you in the lobby. That okay with you two?" he said, turning to Cindy and Bull.
"It's all right with us," Cindy said. "Besides, Bull and I have some unfinished business to take care of."
CHAPTER TEN
"I wonder where he is?" Linda asked Patti as they stood by the front desk.
"Has Mr. Torres settled his bill yet?" Patti asked the clerk.
"I believe he has, ma'am. He's in the casino and he said to tell you he'd be playing cards."
"Thank you." Patti turned away and the two women walked across the lobby and entered the casino. They found Taco and stood at his back while he sat hunched over a poker table. At the moment there were two cards to be dealt in a seven stud game, and Taco was meeting the bet being made by, of all people, the bellman!
"I'll see the $500," Taco said and tossed five white chips into the center of the table. Only one other player stayed in. Soon the sixth card was dealt. Face up. Taco paired queens with a king showing. The bellman paired jacks, also with a king showing. The third man folded in disgust when Taco bet one thousand dollars.
"I'll see that-and raise a thousand," was the bellman's play.
"Call," said Taco.
The last card was down and dirty, some might say. The girls peeked over Taco's shoulder and saw he had a queen and a king among his hole cards. The last card had been a jack and Taco knew then his full house was unbeatable. Casually he bet fifteen hundred dollars.
The bellman sat with three jacks and a pair of kings. He snickered and raised the bet to the table limit of twenty-five hundred.
"Re-raise," Taco said assuredly, and both women saw the sickened expression that passed across Tom's face. He was hooked and he knew it.
"Call," he said bitterly. Taco laid down his full house, queens over kings. He eyed Tom levelly and the bellboy scooped up his remaining chips with a nasty, but somehow cowardly, laugh and stalked off.
"I've had enough as well," Taco sighed and pushed himself away from the table. Turning to Linda and Patti, he said: "Well, now, it looks like the score between Tom and us is about evened up." He laughed as he signaled for the pit boss to count his chips and cash them in. "So, let's celebrate again!" All three went off to the bar, giggling and very pleased with the world in general.
* * *
"Bull, I'm not sure now." Cindy's voice was slightly plaintive.
"It'll be all right, baby," Bull grunted as he nosed his prick tip against the rosette bud of her asshole. He had greased his cock with vaseline until it looked lacquered, and he had oozed a fingerful into Cindy's rectal passage as well. Now the bulb on his immense organ slid into his wife's anus with only the slightest of thrusts.
"Ohh, Bull, it's so big! I can't take it; you'll rip me apart! Stop, please, stop!" She was breathing hard in anxious passion and fear.
"Relax, baby. Just relax." Bull paused in his forward movement and felt the elastic sphincter muscle tighten and then slowly relax around the head of his prick. "There. Isn't that better?" he inquired as his hand sought the opening to Cindy's cunt.
"A little," she grudgingly admitted.
Careful not to move his member any farther, Bull's fingers found the flesh-covered bud at the top of her pussy and began to wiggle his first finger joint slowly over it. Gradually, as if her clit were the key to unlocking her asshole, he kneaded the tiny button and felt it harden with his finger's ministrations. Almost involuntarily, Cindy's hips began to move in response. Before long Bull's loving technique had caused Cindy's ass to wiggle until it gobbled up nearly half of his cock.
"Oh," she said in surprise when she realized the depth of his penetration, "oh, Bull, it feels like I'm shitting. Take it out, please!"
But her body did not say that. Bull had stopped moving his finger on Cindy's clit but her hips went on bucking back and forth. Her body's motions were causing his meat to penetrate deeper into her ass. It was as if her words came from a different person. Gradually Bull began to stroke in and out, in and out, while both of his hands waved in the air for balance.
"Bull, take it out!" Cindy's voice was frantic, as if he were tearing her up as his gigantic organ strove to find her bowels. "Take it out!" she screamed, although her body actually seemed to hunger for more. Wantonly she hunched back against his abdomen.
"Please, Bull, please. I can't stand it!" she pleaded. Bull was caught up thinking about the contradiction between her words and her actions, and with total and unthinking glee he lengthened his strokes. Boom! His immense prick thundered into Cindy's asshole while she screamed against it. But there was no pain in her voice. Bull laughed out loud and asked smoothly, "Are you sure you don't dig it, baby?"
"Oh no, take it out," she moaned and began to wriggle her finely molded ass in a circular motion.
This is incredible, Bull thought to himself as he felt the sphincter muscle spasm tightly around his prick. It was as if he were part of the woman now and could never pull out. No matter how hard he pulled back for the next thrust, Cindy's tightly clenched buns would not give up his prick. The tremendous feeling began pounding over them both.
The ellipse on the end of his cock caught at the sphincter and pulled him forward as if his gigantic prick were a rubber band. Bull timed his motion to Cindy's so that his hips shot in and out of her ass in direct opposition to her churning movements.
"Take it out!" she cried desperately. All the while her body seemed to swallow the whole prick up with a sudden gulp and then rhythmically let go. Bull felt as if he were on the edge of the universe, getting a peek at what made life's miracles work.
"God damn! Please take it out-I'm going to cum!" she screamed at the top of her voice, and Bull went mad with lust.
With every muscle in his body, he hurled his cock toward her stomach. Then with an insane shuddering grunt he felt himself cum.
Cindy felt the hot jism searing into the bottom of her anal passage and she screamed. "Oh no, I'm cumming!! Oh God, I can't feel this good!!!"
Bull had lost all semblance of control now. His body shook like an immense rag doll as his prick shot load after load into the depths of his wife's asshole and his mind raged into oblivion.
"Yes. No. Bull ... Bull. Cum ... good," Cindy chanted slowly between the ragged heaves of her breath as she quaked with her own orgasm. Her bottom seemed to be grunting involuntarily in time with Bull's spasming prick. As the white heat of his semen twirled within her asshole, the feeling nearly consumed her. She felt her pussy flow with juices and frantically tried to stop it up with her finger. The sudden movement caused her to lose her balance, and she fell forward, pulling Bull on top of her.
His weight knocked the breath momentarily out of her, leaving her helpless, crushed beneath the weight of the world. Slowly her head cleared and she realized that her body had responded to the butt fucking as if it had a mind of its own. She remembered fragments of what her words had been and suddenly flushed to realize what Bull must be thinking. Desperately she struggled beneath him for breath. For a moment or two, she thought she would suffocate. But Bull sensed her dilemma and rolled to the side. To both their surprise, her tightly clenched buns would not release his prick, and the inertia of his weight caused Cindy to be pulled along. Air flooded back into her lungs even as she realized that Bull's prick was still impaled in her.
"Relax, baby." He tried to soothe her as she struggled against him.
"I can't. You're stuck!"
"Relax your ass. It'll come out." He began to calm her with strokes of his hand until finally she lay quietly against him. "That's it. Just take it easy." Gently Bull pulled back as he felt Cindy's anus loosen. Using his hands to massage each cheek, he gradually pulled her buns apart as he withdrew. Finally with a sudden jerk he was out, and Cindy started to cry.
"Are you hurt?" he asked with concern.
"No. No, it's not that. Although it throbs as if it were burning," she said through a veil of tears.
"What is it, then?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, I don't know!" she sobbed. "It was just that I felt like I was being split in half. Oh, I don't know ... I don't mean just in my ass; it was all over. Even in my head!"
"Do you mean what you said?"
"Yes, that's part of it." Cindy was beginning to calm herself even though she continued to sob occasionally. "I mean it felt so good in a very negative sense."
"What do you mean?" Bull inquired even though he sensed that he knew. He thought he felt the same way about it-although for him it was a thrill, not a curse.
"It was like I had to deny it when I thought about it, while my body demanded that I change my mind. Oh, I don't know! That's not what I mean at all-it's just that ... well, the feeling was wild. That's all."
Bull laughed as if to tell her: Well, now you know what all the fuss is about. You decide whether you like it or not. Out loud he told her, "It was pretty wild to hear you, for me, too." Bull chortled to himself. "You kept saying, 'Get it out!' Even while your body was begging for more. I mean it was like you were contradicting yourself-and I've never felt anything like it!"
"Oh, I know, Bull. That's what I mean. It didn't hurt exactly; it was just ... Oh, never mind. Let's get dressed and get out of here. I don't want to talk; I want to go."
"Okay. If you say so," was Bull's reply. Quickly they gathered their things and left in search of Taco, Patti, and Linda.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Say! Did you see that?" Patti turned excitedly to face Linda and Cindy in the car. Their necks were already craned behind them, watching the fast-disappearing figure of a solitary hitchhiker by the roadside.
"My God-did I see him!?! And his sign said he was going to Redlands. Taco, stop! Go back and pick him up-please?" Cindy pleaded with Taco in an almost childish whine. With an indulgent, knowing smile to Bull, Taco pulled over to the side of the road.
"Now, what are you girls so excited about? What is it you want me to do?"
"Oh, Taco," Patti answered him, "we want you to go back and pick up that fantastic-looking hitchhiker. We need some new male blood!" She kidded him as she tickled his inner thigh.
"I would say that blood was the least of your desires right at the moment. Okay! Back we go ... " And with a gallant gesture he spun the car around and headed back to the hitchhiker.
When they pulled up alongside the man, Cindy rolled down the window and told him that they, too, were headed for Redlands, that there was plenty of room in the car, and that they'd be very pleased if he'd come along.
"Far out!" he replied, not really sure whether he was talking about the offer of a ride all the way or about the glowing, greedy looks of the three women eyeing him from the dark car.
"Why don't you get in the back, man? The seats are all folded down, so that there's more room back there," Taco informed him with a grin. The hitchhiker was an incredibly large man whose muscles could be seen rippling under well-tailored clothes. Despite his muscle bound appearance, he crawled over the tailgate into the back with amazing agility. Patti's eyes were flaming.
"We're off," said Taco wryly. It took them approximately twenty minutes of the usual polite banter to establish the facts. His name was Justice Holt; he worked as the strong man in a smalltime circus that was playing Las Vegas at the moment; he was taking a short vacation to visit a friend in Redlands; and he was quite used to sexy, admiring glances from women. That bit of information did not come from the talk, but from the constant half-smile on his face as he watched Patti, Cindy, and Linda watching him.
Bull was in the back of the car, stretched at full length and watching the stars through the tailgate window. He was thinking about the weekend's events and obviously quite pre-occupied. Linda looked from Justice Holt to Bull and back to Cindy beside her. She put a question in her look to Cindy-she was still feeling her way within this family and not totally sure which of her impulses she should follow up.
Under her breath, Cindy laughed agreeably in response. Anything goes, she seemed to smile. And with her eyes on Justice, Linda began unbuttoning her blouse.
As her breasts sprang from the confinement of her blouse, she licked her tongue sultrily across her lips, and watched the lazy knowing smile that passed across Justice's face. She wondered what he was thinking of as she cupped the twin mounds of pink-tipped flesh up with her palms.
"Hey, Bull. Better wake up; Linda wants to play," Cindy advised, and began undressing herself.
"And so does Justice," Linda mewed as the man leaned forward and kissed one of the pert tips of her breasts. She gasped with delight.
Bull just glanced to the side and said, "Taco, do you want me to drive? I don't feel much like playing just now."
"What's bothering you, brother?" Taco wanted to know as he glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Linda's swollen breasts being kissed by the hitchhiker.
Cindy had crawled toward the back of the car from her place behind Taco and was now slipping Justice's pants down his lean buttocks. Once past the crotch, she placed her face in the shadows between his legs and began to suck his bulbous organ into her mouth. Bull didn't answer.
What a beautiful cocksucker Cindy is, Taco thought, and then glanced at Patti sitting beside him. And Miss Pretty-Picture here likes to be fucked in the butt. And now we've included a third woman and made five of us-perhaps Justice will stay and make six. The only difference it makes is that there will be more people available for sex. And that's beautiful too, Taco mused further.
To like something and be free to admit it is the essence of liberty. Of course, for that something to be sex is hard to admit, even to oneself. Because he could not wholly acknowledge sex, the bellboy had been driven to destroy the film. And Taco had sensed it.
That intuition was what had taken Taco out of the room and into the gambling pits at the last moment. And there had been Tom Jones. Out to get even. Then it had been just a simple matter of letting fate follow its course.
Taco had known Tom's nature would thwart him eventually if Taco remained cool himself. So he had merely waited for the right hand. Fate had decreed that Tom would have a good hand, too. So he had bet high and confidently. But Taco had taken the pot for $8600. And nearly all of ii had been Tom's money.
Taco's thoughts came back to the present; he glanced at Patti again. Her face was enraptured with the scene taking place behind her.
Cindy lay on her stomach between Justice's legs, gobbling his immense rod in and out of her mouth as rapidly as she could. He was kissing Linda at the same time, while both big hands massaged her breasts until the tips were turgid,
"How about a little head, baby?" Taco asked Patti, while alternately glancing from the road to the rear view mirror.
"Sure," Patti agreed and set about unbuttoning his pants and removing Taco's swelling prick. She lowered her head delicately with her lips pointed until they touched the slick tip. Then, as if she were a snake charmer, she encouraged the organ to grow with a licking tongue. Taco responded with a grunt and thrust of his hips so that the elliptical bulb parted Patti's soft lips and entered her mouth.
Suddenly Bull sat up. Moving as if inspired by some idea he had come across during his silent musings, he maneuvered himself behind Linda and pulled the skirt up above the mounds of her ass. With one quick powerful pull he tore the flimsy panties she wore completely free, while his other hand fumbled to get out his cock.
With animal grunts he worked his fingers between Linda's legs until he found her already moist box and then plunged in. As he tried to insinuate his stiffened cock between her buns, she broke the kiss with Justice long enough to say:
"Oh, Bull, be careful, please!"
But he didn't seem to hear. Pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as he could, he located the rosette of her asshole with the tip of his prick and without hesitating pushed with all his might. Despite having resumed kissing Justice, Linda screamed, "Oh, Bull, it's too much! I can't take it!"
But Bull was not hearing. Instantly he strove to penetrate her asshole until with one great lunge he succeeded, and Linda nearly swooned with pain.
"Oh, God! Bull-please!" she screamed.
Cindy was startled enough by the urgency of the sound to spit Justice's prick out and say, "Bull baby, what's wrong with you? Stop that right now!"
But it was no use. Bull wasn't listening. Besides, Linda's protests were beginning to diminish as the effects of Bull's probing finger between her juicy pussy lips mingled lewd pleasure with pain.
Patti could not help but chuckle at the sounds coming from the back of the car, even though her mouth was stuffed full of Taco's prick. She couldn't see what was going on, but she could guess quite easily that the problem lay somewhere in the realm of anal love. Funny, she reflected, the way this trip was turning out.
More and more the companions were exploring the arena in which a good butt fucking took place. Oh, you're so wicked! Patti thought of herself, and felt a satisfied amusement filter over her. She could have told them all along.
Taco, too, was wondering at the change. The thought occurred to him that it was almost too subtle to notice, but it seemed as if they were having less and less fun with their sexual freedom. More and more, something happened to turn their pleasure into something corrupt. Oh, of course it was not that he was against dual intercourse. How could he be when his wife liked it so much?
Well, perhaps it was nothing more than the newness of group sex to Bull and Cindy. And then, the sudden addition of Linda and, for at least the time being, Justice to the group. He realized suddenly that he was guilty of the same doubts himself. He was thinking about all the implications of their sex, rather than enjoying the feeling of Patti's mouth as it plunged up and down his prick.
What a magnificent thing! To be driving nearly a hundred miles per hour and to be getting sucked off at the same time. He wondered what it would feel like in a rocket ship going through gravitational pull. He smiled to himself. Until then, this would just have to do!
With a gasp as the erotic pleasure caught him up, he concentrated on the hot wet swishes of Patti's tongue around the end of his cock.
Bull had found his way to the depths of Linda's rectum, and almost before he knew it he was about to cum. I wonder what's wrong, he thought. Why was he starting to cum so quickly? He had always been like a marathon runner before this. His prick let loose a tremendous blast of hot jism and it scalded a scream from Linda.
She dropped her head forward until her mouth found Cindy's box and hungrily ate it up. Bull's cum was driving her mad with a lust unknown before this. All Linda could think about was a feeling of servitude. She wanted to be the object that offered the most pleasure and nothing more. The thought felt surprisingly good to her.
Taco felt as if he would never cum. Patti's blow job was far too good not to prolong for as long as he could. The thought surprised Taco. Like his brother, Taco was faced with a turnabout from the norm. I've always been a quick cum before this, he thought. I wonder what the explanation could be?
When Cindy felt Linda's mouth on her cunt, she looked past Justice's balls for a moment and saw the expression on Bull's face. He was cumming, she knew in an instant. At first the phenomenon did not register, but then she realized that only a short time had passed since he had .entered Linda. That's funny, she mused, Bull usually takes all day to cum!
Patti was having the same kind of thoughts. Taco was not cumming. She thought it very peculiar, especially since one of the traits in him she liked the most was the frequency of his orgasms.
Suddenly Taco pulled to the roadside and slowed the car to a stop. Patti raised her head from his prick and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing really. Just that things seem a little strange, and I wanted to air the thought."
"What thought?" Bull asked from the rear.
"Well, I'm taking one hell of a long time cumming and I think I heard you cum quickly. What's up?"
"I was thinking about that, too, brother," Bull answered. "I don't know-but it seems weird. You're having the opposite experience to mine."
And then, to complicate matters, for no apparent reason the hitchhiker suddenly moved to the rear of the station wagon and said, "Thanks for the lift. I'll just keep on my way while you folks decide what to do." He let himself out before they could stop him.
"Justice ... " was all Cindy had time to say before he was gone. "Damn!" she exploded. "He didn't even cum!"
