Carol looked up from where she was lying in bed with Christine, the body builder. They were just in the middle of a hot 69 when Charlie so rudely interrupted them.
"Still exercising, huh?" he said, grinning at Carol.
She knew what he meant. How many hours ago had she fucked his brains out? Now he was here to take her precious painting away. Why couldn't he just let her have it?
She stared at the bugle in his pants. Was it really a gun, or....
Charlie laughed. Two seconds later he was in bed with both women. Now he exposed the 'gun' that was his cock.
"Suck it!" he said. "One of you lick the head and the other one do my balls!"
"Bang, bang," Carol said with a wink as she grabbed for his dick.
CHAPTER ONE
"Hey Carol, hurry up!"
I leaned back and let the shower spray hit me full on, ignoring Ann's voice in the hall. She soon went away.
The warm water caressed my breasts like a thousand tiny fingers, bringing my nipples to erect little points. My areolas puckered and turned rosy as I cupped my tits and caressed them with my fingertips.
The hot shower made me so horny I could hardly stand it. I soaped the washcloth and rubbed it across my skin. As I approached my mount, I felt a familiar twinge in my pussy. Rubbing the coarse material across the full lips of my twat, I moaned with pleasure.
A warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the water temperature. My nipples ached and my pussy throbbed. I gave up all pretense of washing myself as I began to stroke my tits while I pushed a finger into my slit. I was already wet and eager for something to fill the aching void in my cunt.
The touch of my finger on the sensitive walls of my twat was ecstasy. I moaned as I pushed it in a little deeper. Taking my time, I was enjoying the sensation as I eased my finger as deep into my pussy as it would go. I began to stroke the inner walls in a rhythm that soon had me gasping.
My finger pumped in and out in frantic strokes until I felt the climax build within me. I squeezed my nipple and felt the release sweep me away. My twat twitched and shuddered as the orgasm finally came, covering my finger with the hot juice of my passion. I moaned and turned my head into the stinging spray, letting it complete my climax.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled off quickly. The coarse material brought my skin to a tender, aching sensitivity again. I knew I had to have a man-and soon!
I opened the door and Ann hurried in. "It's about time. I was about ready to break the door down."
She turned on the shower and I casually studied her. Her ass was round and firm, the kind that men love to fondle. Her tits hung down like melons as she bent over. They were big, but firm with large, thick nipples.
Ann was a stewardess like me and the men loved her. Her body was like a pinup and I could count on men following her wherever we went. We'd worked the same route now for over a year and when we were in New York I stayed at her apartment. When we were in Miami we stayed at mine.
"They'll be here in fifteen minutes," I said. She gave me an angry look and stepped into the tub. The spray of water drowned her words and I shut the door.
I stepped into my bedroom and dressed quickly. I slipped on a sweater without putting on a bra. The material rubbed my nipples, making me painfully aware of how horny I was.
Ann was still in the shower when the doorbell rang. I gave her a second to duck into her bedroom before I opened the door.
Two of the most gorgeous hunks that I'd ever seen stood in the hall. The blond stepped forward.
"You must be Carol." He kissed me and I felt my knees go weak.
"I'm Frank. This...." He pointed to the other hunk, "is Tom."
The two stepped inside and I took their coats.
We're sorry we're late, but we got held up in traffic."
"A likely story," I said, smiling. I brought two beers and set them down on the table.
As I bent over I noticed that their eyes strayed to the open vee of my sweater. I smiled to myself and bent down a little lower.
"Are you starting without me?" Ann walked into the room and they almost choked on their beers. She was wearing a tight sweater that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were out-lined clearly through the thin material and from their awe-struck expression, I could tell that we had the full attention of our dates.
I smiled to them and nodded to Ann. "We decided that since we were getting such a late start tonight, we'd fix dinner for you here."
They looked at each other and tried to mask their grins of anticipation. I almost laughed. They were probably thanking their lucky starts right now. If they knew how horny we were, they'd probably run for the door.
As we ate, the conversation kept drifting to sex. My pussy was on fire and it was all I could do to keep my hands off Tom. Frank was looking at Ann and it was obvious what was on his mind.
I served the coffee and sat down. Under the tablecloth, my foot traced the muscles along Tom's thigh. He smiled at me and caressed my calf. I look off my shoe and put my foot between his legs, stroking his balls with my toes.
His reaction was immediate. I saw his eyes cloud over and felt his cock swell up like a pole. Ann and Frank were too wrapped up in each other to notice what we were doing under the table.
Ann brought out strawberry shortcake. I was hungry, but not for that. I decided it was time to get down to business. "You know, I've thought that the best dessert is a creative one."
Tom looked at me in interest. "What do you mean?"
I stroked his balls again. "Well, there are a lot of ways you could use whipped cream and strawberries besides in a shortcake."
Tom grinned and I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Ann and Frank stayed behind.
Once inside, I closed the door and pressed myself against him, running my hands over the hard contours of his body. He kissed me and his tongue caressed my mouth, creating a flame of anticipation that burned all the way to my pussy.
"Ohh ... ohhh, yes...." I slid down his body and knelt in front of him. Fumbling with his belt buckle, I loosened his pants and eased them over his hips. He wore skimpy briefs that hardly contained his swollen cock.
I stroked him. "Hove the feel of your dick. I want you to stand there and let me enjoy this."
I put my fingers under the elastic and traced the length of his shaft. His cock felt like velvet. I moaned and pulled his briefs down.
His prick was thick and meaty. It had a faint musty smell that made my mouth water. I cupped his balls and licked the soft, wrinkled skin of his scrotum.
"Ahhh...." he sighed. I saw a twinge in his shaft when I took it in my hand. I put my lips over the thick head and swirled my tongue around it. His dick filled my mouth and throbbed as if it had a life of its own.
His prick grew rapidly in my mouth and soon I couldn't take it all in. I went down on him as far as I could and sucked as I pulled back.
Tom moaned and his hands went to the back of my head. His fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulled me forward. I allowed his cock to slide down my throat until I couldn't take any more, then I pulled back again, dragging my teeth lightly across the skin.
I watched a vein pulse and throb along his shaft. I knew he was almost ready and I began to move faster. I pumped up and down on him with an increasing tempo. My hands went to the cheeks of his ass and I squeezed, bringing him closer.
By now he was thrusting his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth in a wild rhythm that matched my own. I moaned and clutched his balls.
He came in a sudden rush of hot, salty cum that filled my mouth and dribbled out over my lips. I swallowed as much as I could and began to suck him to get the rest. A warm glow spread across my pussy.
"You did that so well. Now it's my turn," he said.
Tom pulled me up and began to undress me. He raised my sweater over my head and cupped my tits in his hand. My breasts hung free and he caressed them, warming my flesh with his desire. He bent down and kissed each one, bringing them to quivering anticipation.
His hands stroked them and I moaned. I felt my nipples rising to a hard, swollen state of desire. The skin darkened and puckered, reflecting my lust as I pressed my tits into his hands.
He moved slowly and explored my body thoroughly as he removed each piece of clothing. It was as if he were an explorer learning a new, uncharted territory.
Tom caressed me and I closed my eyes. His kisses trailed a hot line down to my nipples. He took each one in his mouth and sucked until the tiny points felt as if they would explode. They were hard, stiff, fully aroused now.
His hands worked down to my skirt and I felt my zipper part. My panties and skirt slid to the floor as his hand touched the swollen lips of my pussy.
When his finger rubbed across my slit, I moaned and sagged against him. Tom picked me up as if I weighed nothing and he carried me to the bed.
It was then that I noticed Ann and Frank had come into the bedroom and were watching us. The fact that they were there added a new dimension to my passion.
Naked, I lay in front of them. I twisted sensuously on the bed as their eyes followed me and lingered on my tits. I could feel my nipples respond to their stare, becoming hard little points, protruding eagerly from the creamy mounds of my tits.
I cupped my breasts and turned to Tom. "They're waiting for you. They want you to taste them. Go ahead. Suck them."
My hands went down my stomach and I spread my fingers across my bush. "My pussy is aching to feel you inside me."
I put one finger into my twat and I hissed in pleasure, then I pressed the wet finger to his mouth. His lips went around it and his eyes closed as he sucked my juices.
I rubbed my body against his. I could feel the hard bulge of his rod and I cupped him briefly.
I stretched and whispered in his ear. "I want you. Now, with them watching." His breathing became rapid when I nibbled on his ear and stroked his balls.
I smiled at him meekly and stretched out, giving him a good view of my bushy twat. I was not surprised to see that his cock stood out ramrod straight.
"All right, we'll give them something to watch." He held my arms back and brought the tip of his rigid cock to the wet lips of my pussy. Slowly he began to move against me, parting my slit and pushing his tool just barely inside me.
I gritted my teeth and arched my hips. I wanted him inside me quickly. I didn't want to wait for this slow teasing, but he moved with me, only allowing me an inch of his dick at a time.
Accepting this intense titillation, I lay back and relaxed, trying to feel each movement he made. It was unbearably slow. Soon I heard myself pleading with him. "That's it, Tom ... please ... more ... more...."
It seemed forever before I felt the base of his shaft grinding against my pelvis. I was wet and shaking with desire as Tom slowly began to move back. Just before he would have pulled out, he stopped and began to push in again. The first orgasm had jut rocked my body when he began to move again.
"Now how does it feel?" he said.
"Wonderful, just ... no ... don't stop!"
I was on fire. My skin was so sensitive to him that the least movement shook my body with a series of orgasm, yet he moved so slowly I thought I would die.
Gradually, through a haze of passion I felt his motions begin to pick up speed. By now we were both wet with sweat and I heard the slap of our bodies coming together in an increasing tempo.
I nestled my head in the hollow of his shoulder. The heavy scent of his cologne heightened my senses, nearly overwhelming me. He was grunting with exertion on each stroke and my moans urged him on. With each thrust, the coarse hair on his chest rubbed across my nipples which by now were swollen and felt as though they would burst.
Suddenly, I felt his back arch and he moved against me forcefully. The warm cum filled my cunt and I sobbed as another orgasm overtook me.
I looked at Ann and saw that Frank had removed her blouse and was caressing her tits. Her huge mounds overflowed his hands and the nipples looked like dark red cherries.
Her eyes were closed and she sagged in his arms. Frank lowered her to the thick carpet and removed her skirt. Ann's creamy thighs parted to the pressure of his touch and I watched his hand disappear between her legs.
Following his example, Tom spread my legs and his tongue probed my slit even as Frank buried his face in Ann's bush. I moaned and fought to keep control even as I saw Ann close her eyes and shriek in a massive orgasm.
Frank's cock looked huge and I gasped as I saw him pull Ann to her knees. Kneeling across her back, he parted her legs and began to press his thick dick into her slit from behind.
Frank grabbed her hips and buried his pole inside her with one smooth stroke. She screamed with joy as that huge cock filled her and her shout was echoed by my own cry as Tom bit gently down on my clit.
I bucked my hips and tossed on the bed, moaning in a hot cum that nearly took my breath away. Collapsing in Tom's arms, I lay back and watched Ann and Frank.
They slammed their bodies together in a move that set them both moaning. Ann had already climaxed several times, yet Frank was pounding into her as if he could go on all night. Her tits hung down and bounced and jiggled to his strokes. I admired his stamina and felt a twinge of envy for what she must be feeling.
He pulled out of her suddenly and she moaned in protest. She didn't realize what he intended until he parted the cheeks of her ass. By then it was too late. His thick shaft, lubricated by her cum, slid inside her again and she moaned in surprised pleasure.
Her cries turned to joy as he sank in to the hilt. I watched Frank's muscles tighten in a sharp spasm of release. He moaned and I heard the reaction to the sudden flood of his hot cum in Ann's yelp of pleasure.
We made love all night long, switching back and forth until we collapsed in total exhaustion. It was morning when they finally left, but I was completely satisfied for the first time in months.
I wanted to go back to bed, but Ann was up, wrapped in a towel.
"Come on, we'll be late."
I groaned and put the pillow over my head. "Who cares?"
"Phil Carson is your friend and you promised him we'd come to his opening at the gallery." She jerked the pillow away and opened the drapes. Sunlight blinded me, but it was obvious I'd get no sympathy from Ann.
This was his big show and I had promised Phil we'd be there, so I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and went into the bathroom. I was groggy and I staggered into the shower. The hot spray woke me and I slowly felt consciousness returning to my fogged brain. I ended with a burst of cold water that shocked me partly awake. Skin tingling, I got out of the shower and took a towel.
Ann was wide awake and looked great. I groaned "Why did I promise Phil we'd go? Why don't I call and tell him we're sick?" I finished drying and wrapped the towel around my waist.
Ann looked at me in disgust. "You know we can't do that. Phil hasn't talked about anything else for weeks. Besides, he's given us tickets for his Miami opening when we're there and you know what that's like."
I shrugged. "Lots of rich eligible bachelors. At this point, I really don't care."
I took her wet towel and snapped it at her. The end hit her smooth bottom with a satisfying smack. She yelped and jumped, her tits bounced like bowls of firm Jell-o. I smiled and stepped out the door as she yelled at me.
The show was a success. The gallery was packed and, judging from the limos parked outside, Phil was going to sell a lot of paintings.
I took a champagne glass from a passing waiter and strolled through the crowded rooms. I saw a cluster of people around a well know critic and I eased closer.
"Such sure use of line and form. He has a talent rarely seen today." Everyone seemed to hang on his words. I knew Phil would be pleased with this critic's support.
I smiled to myself and moved on. Ann had wandered away and was lost in the crowd, but I had no trouble locating Phil. He was standing beside one of the large nudes and talking to a stunning blonde.
She talked in a sexy, breathless voice. Obviously she was aroused. Phil had that effect on women. There was something compelling about him. He made women want to lie down and spread their legs for him. I should know, after all, I had often enough.
"Carol! How kind of you to come!" He took me in his arms and gave me a kiss. In the process his hand stroked my ass and pressed me against his cock.
"How could I possibly miss it?" I lied.
Phil introduced me to the blonde who was making sidelong glances comparing me and the nude in the painting. I think she had just realized I was the model when Phil swept me away.
"Aren't you afraid you're going to lose a sale?"
Phil looked at me and laughed. "Not from her. When the reviews are out tomorrow, she'll be here with her chequebook open wide."
"Is that all she'll open?"
"Carol, you know me. I only work for my art ... and good reviews."
"And you're so sure of good reviews?"
"You heard what Grimsly was saying." He nodded at the critic. "He'll have the public thinking I'm the next Picasso."
Phil led me up the stairs to a private office piled high with canvasses. "Phil! These are beautiful." I was in ace. Each piece I saw seemed better than the next. His work was really magnificent-and totally original.
Phil sat on a sofa and grinned at me as I studied them. He was obviously pleased by my reaction, but then he knew I'd react no differently. He got up and impulsively selected a framed canvas.
"Here. This is for you."
I gasped. I couldn't believe it. I kissed him and pressed myself against him shamelessly.
I rubbed against him enough to make sure he was completely turned on. Then I walked over to the balcony. From the balcony of the office the lights of New York twinkled like a sea of stars. Phil came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I leaned back against him, pressing my hips into the hard bulge of his pants as he slipped the straps of my gown from my shoulder.
I turned and let the thin material slide over my breasts, exposing first one nipple then the other. With a whisper of silk, the dress slithered over my hips and fell to the floor.
I walked over to Phil and began to undress him. He made no move to touch me or to help. I knew that he wanted me to seduce him, that he wanted me to take the active part.
I removed his jacket and pulled the studs from his shirt one by one. The hair on his chest was thick and curly. I ran my hands through it and rubbed my breasts across his chest, letting the coarse wiry texture tease my nipples to erect points.
Phil made no move, although I could clearly see the swell in his crotch. I let my fingernails trail down his chest until I came to the fly of his trousers. Unbuttoning his suspenders and pulling down his zipper, I eased the pants over his hips as I knelt slowly. I pulled down his shorts, his cock at the level of my face.
I smelled the rich, heavy male aroma of his crotch and felt my pussy get wet with the first twinge of lust. His cock was partly erect, the head was thick and swollen. Slowly, I put my lips to the head of his rod and took it into my mouth. Rolling it around with my tongue, I teased the tip and went down on it as far as I could.
Moving back, I let my teeth drag across the tender skin of his shaft. When I reached the tip I began to work my way back down as slowly as I could. By the third time, his cock had begun to swell and it was difficult to keep it all in my mouth.
Phil still hadn't moved, although I heard his breathing become ragged. Cupping his testicles in my hand, I began to work my way down the length of his shaft with my tongue. When I came to the base, I gently took each ball into my mouth.
By now his cock was at rigid attention. Returning my caresses to the taut head, I could see several drops of clear cum welling up from the tiny slit in the tip. I licked these off, dragging my tongue across the aroused and tender skin.
Gripping the shaft in both hands, I could feel the blood vessels pulse wildly along the length of his cock. Taking him in my mouth again, I resumed the slow movement up and down the length of his pole.
I cupped the cheeks of his ass in my hands and dug my fingernails into his skin as I moved. Soon he was moaning softly and pumping into my mouth. I moved my hand into the cleft of his ass and began to stroke the puckered hole of his anus.
Ignoring my gag reflex, I took all of his shaft to the base. As I began to pull back I felt the muscles of his cock tense and begin to spasm. His hands came to the back of my head and wrapped in my thick hair, holding me in place.
I could feel the pressure mounting in his cock. He was moaning louder now. Timing myself, I waited until the last moment, then pushed my finger into his anal opening. The pressure was too much and he jerked, thrusting his cock into my mouth.
With a loud cry, he gripped my hair tightly and exploded. The warm salty jism filled my mouth in a choking rush. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but I felt it running down my chin and neck.
Phil picked me up and carried me over to the sofa. "You liked that little touch didn't you?"
I smiled at him meekly and stretched out, giving him a good view of my bushy twat. I was not surprised to see his cock still stood out ramrod straight.
"Well, I have another little present for you." He brought the tip of his rigid cock to the wet lips of my pussy. Slowly he began to move against me, parting my slit and pushing his tool just barely inside me.
I gasped and began to thrust against him. I wanted no finess, no tenderness. I only wanted his cock to drive me to a pounding, grinding climax!
Phil was only too willing to oblige. He slammed into my sopping pussy with a force that threated to leave me gasping. I screamed and bit his shoulder. It only drove him faster and now his moans matched my own.
We climaxed together and I felt our juices mingle in a hot explosion that left me shaking.
CHAPTER TWO
Ann and I were working the New York to Chicago route that week. We planned to end up in Miami on Saturday by making and switch with two other girls.
It was Wednesday and the trip had been the usual collection of tired businessmen. I was having an especially bad time with one passenger when Ann came up to first class with me.
"You know those two guys in twenty-six I told you about?"
"The ones who kept watching you, that you thought were so cute?"
"Yeah. Well, I remembered where I saw them before." She waited for me to look surprised.
"Well, give. Where?"
"They were on this flight on Tuesday."
"So? What's so strange about that?"
"Well, I think one of them was also on the Monday flight."
"Maybe he forgot his toothbrush. So what?"
Ann was upset that I didn't take this more seriously. She sniffed and went back to check seatbelts before landing.
On Friday, we were finally on the Miami segment. I'd just gotten my passengers seated when Ann rushed up to me and whispered in my ear. "They're here. Look!" She held the curtain aside.
I looked back and sure enough, there they were, playing cards in row twelve. They were not typical businessmen; both were young and handsome and judging from the way they looked with their jackets off, they were in pretty good shape.
"Now do you believe me? They're following us."
"Oh, come on Ann." I started to pull away. "They're just two good-looking guys that happen to be on the same flights. They watch us because they have wandering eyes like every other man."
"You'll see. Wail till we get there."
I tried to put them out of my mind, but it was strange that they had been on most of the flights we'd worked this week. There was something hard about them too. I was suddenly glad Phil was meeting us at the airport.
Phil was at the gale and I felt my breath go in a rush as he squeezed me in a hug that picked me up off the ground. We walked out to the parking lot and I tried to look for our hunks, but I saw no one.
We dropped Ann off at my apartment and Phil took me back to his suite. I was so horny I almost fucked him there in the car! His hand caressed my thigh and my pussy dripped so much my panties were wet.
We sat on the sofa and talked. I'd loosened my uniform and I noticed his eyes often strayed to my partially unbuttoned blouse. By now, my pussy was sopping and I realized that I wanted to fuck Phil badly.
"I want you to make love to me," I said.
I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed his leg as I spoke. His eyes became dark and his hands pulled me to him.
I kissed him, letting my hand slip inside his jacket to the button of his shirt. He pressed me back on the sofa.
The zipper at the side of my dress parted with a hiss. I arched my hips as he pulled the heavy material down. His fingers flew through the buttons on my blouse, completing the job I'd started.
I lay before him in nothing but sheer panties and a thin bra. I smiled and stretched, knowing he could clearly see my hard nipples and the dark triangle of my bush as I moved on the couch. I licked my lips and caressed my tits.
He quickly removed his clothes down to his shorts and bent back over me. Even though he was an artist, Phil took good care of himself. His body was tanned and hard. I rubbed my hard across his thigh, down to the bulge hidden by his shorts.
Through the cotton I could feel the hard shaft of his cock. I moaned and parted my legs, thinking about what was to come. His hands were at my bra and had pushed the thin material away from one nipple. It stood up proudly as his mouth went down on it.
I hissed in pleasure as he sucked my nipple greedily between his teeth. I traced the line of his jaw across the muscles of his back. The touch of his teeth, biting the tender, rosy flesh made me sob with desire and I felt a sudden wetness floor my twat.
His fingers unhooked the straps and I shrugged out of my bra. My tits were in his hands as he squeezed and kneaded them, bringing my nipples to hard, rosy points.
"Carol, I love your tits. They're just the right size to play with." His mouth worked my breasts, licking and sucking my aching flesh until I couldn't stand it any longer. My hand went to the waistband of his briefs and I pulled them down over his hips.
I rolled off the sofa, pulling him to me on the thick carpet. He fell with a thump. Pressing him down below me, I kissed him and began to rub my body across his.
"Now I want to explore," I said.
The hair of his chest excited my tender nipples and I sighed with anticipation. My pussy felt like it was on fire. The hard swell of his cock pressed into my stomach like a huge pole.
Mewing with desire, I moved down his belly until I felt his cock press into the valley between my breasts. I smiled and put my hands on the floor. My tits swung down and I rubbed them across the hard length of his shaft.
His eyes were closed and his hands held my shoulder tightly as my nipples teased his cock. It was like a large lollipop, lying there just waiting for my mouth. I took it in my hands and held it up, allowing the thick tip to just touch my lips. Phil moaned and tried to thrust into my mouth.
Opening my mouth slightly, I sucked the bulbous head, feeling the shaft pulse and twitch in my hand. It was just the right size. A firm pole that would satisfy the craving that throbbed in my pussy like an ache.
His hands went to my head and he thrust into my mouth again. This time I parted my lips and took the round head in, licking the sensitive skin with a swirling motion.
I cupped his balls and began to pump my mouth up and down on his cock, dragging my teeth lightly across the skin on each stroke until I heard him moan. I felt his cock throb in my mouth and I knew he was ready to cum.
I took my mouth from his pole reluctantly and gave him time to relax again. I had plans for a long evening tonight!
Straddling my chest, his prick lay in the valley of my tits. He stroked me with a slow rhythm that brought the engorged head of his cock just barely to my lips.
My pussy ached with a ravenous hunger. I sobbed and pleaded with him to fuck me even as I took him in my mouth.
He laughed. "All things in good time."
His cock pressed against my lips and I took it in hungrily. He pumped in and out until I felt my pussy explode with the force of my climax. His shaft pulsed and I saw the thick veins swell. I knew what was going to happen and I sucked him rapidily.
His cum hit the roof of my mouth in a warm wet spray that seemed like it went on forever. My mouth was filled with the rich, heady taste of his jizz and it dribbled down my chin as I tried to take it all in.
Phil moaned and his hands released mine. I clutched his hips, pulling him to me as I took his pole to the core. My mouth was filled with cock and cum. I could still feel the thick, salty flow of his juice as I sucked.
As I drained the last drops of his cum, I looked up and saw his head was thrown back and there was a smile on his face.
"Carol, that was wonderful."
I licked my lips. "That was only the start."
To my surprise, he grinned at me and agreed. Taking my hand, he pulled me up and led me toward the bedroom.
"Where are we gong?"
"Time to clean up. Come on."
At the door, I stopped. There was a huge king-size bed and in the corner, there was a fireplace. Phil drew me to a room behind the bed.
A large, black marble sunken tub filled the open space. Phil turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He turned two more dials and pleasant music filled the room.
The tub looked like a lake when it was full. I stepped down into the warm water and relaxed, feeling the tension ooze out of my body as I lay back against the edge. Phil lay beside me and we rested there, our arms around each other for a minute.
I took a washcloth and began to soap it.
"Here, let me." Phil took it from my hands and began to rub it over my shoulders.
"Mmmmmmm ... the feels good. Don't stop." The warmth of the material and his hands was like a massage. I fell my muscles relax in a delicious sensation of peace.
Phil moved behind me and I leaned back as his hands rubbed my shoulders. He squeezed and kneaded my tired muscles until I slumped against him limply.
He soaped the washcloth again and began to rub my breasts. The friction of the hot, coarse material became more than relaxing. I sighed and cupped my tits, pushing them up and into his grip.
"You have nice tits." His voice was deep and made me shiver with awakening desire. And you have nice hands."
His hands continued the sensuous massage of my mounds. "Why do you live in Miami? Why don't you come to New York?"
"And what would I do there?"
"Didn't you tell me on the flight that you were ready for a transfer to New York? Take it. Aren't you tired of the slow pace here?"
One hand was at my stomach. I felt his finger creep toward my pussy and I spread my legs, eagerly awaiting his touch. The other hand rubbed back and forth across my nipple, teasing it to a rigid peak.
"Mmmm. You have a point there." I pressed my hips against the hard shaft of his cock.
His finger had reached its goal and he drew it across the lips of my pussy while I took a ragged breath. I lay back and thrust my hips up against his hand. His finger slid inside my slil and I moaned softly.
Now he moved beside me. One hand caressed my tits while the other went to work on my twat. I was content to close my eyes and relax, letting the warm water close in around me.
"Mmmmm ... That's nice."
"I'm just getting started."
His hands worked my body like a musical instrument. My emotions climbed the scales of passion and I felt the deep resonance of lust building within my core.
My hand caressed his body, searching for the hard rod of his sex. When I found it I smiled to myself. It was as rigid as a board.
His fingers had done their work. My pussy was wet and throbbing for the feel of his cock.
"Now it's my turn." I opened my eyes and pushed him back. Straddling his waist, I looked down at him. My eyes searched his and I saw that he was ready. I smiled again and moved back slightly.
The tip of his prick was at the swollen lips of my pussy. The warm water lapped at our bodies as I began to press down on his pole.
I felt his cock part the walls of my sex and I threw back my head and moaned. I stopped when the head was just inside me. It felt wonderful to tease him and raise the tension like this.
"Come on, Carol." He gritted his teeth and grabbed my ass, trying to pull me down.
I stopped and raised my hips, pulling away from him until his cock was outside me again. The engorged head was pressing against my opening, and he groaned.
His hands clutched my hips, trying to pull me down on him, but I resisted. "We'll do this my way. You'll like it. I promise."
He gritted his teeth again. "You little bitch! I'll make you pay for this."
"That's right, now just lay back and relax, darling." I pressed back and he parted me again. This time I went further and I felt his cock slide another inch before I stopped.
I pulled back as slowly as possible while he closed his eyes and groaned beneath me. Tensing my muscles as hard as I could, this time I tried to squeeze him as I slid down his shaft.
Squeeze, move. Squeeze, move. Phil closed his eyes and tried to stay calm, but beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
His cock filled me and the slow friction on my pussy was a wonderful pressure that threatened to overwhelm me. I moaned and closed my eyes, imagining what size his dick must be by now.
He seemed to swell inside me like a balloon. I couldn't stand it! All my resolve to make it slow torture vanished as I felt the thick shaft against the sensitive walls of my slit. Moaning, I slammed down on him and buried his prick in my pussy. My sudden motion threw a wave of warm water across us.
I ground my hips against him, enjoying the sensation of that huge pole inside me. Rocking back and forth on his hips, I felt it scrape every inch of my passage until I thought I would explode.
I cried out and he thrust up inside me with a force that took my breath away. His hands closed on my breasts and my nipples seemed like they would burst. He pinched them savagely and I sagged against him.
I climaxed in a shattering burst and my cum oozed over his cock. Lubricated with my juices, his cock slid easily inside me as I bounced up and down on his body.
His hands moved back to my tits and he cupped them, squeezing the nipples over and over again. I pressed my hips against him as he thrust against my body in hard spasms.
I felt him clutch my hips and heard him moan. Clamping my muscles as hard as I could, I rocked on his pole. The warm water sloshed in the tub and covered my hips. It was enough. I screamed as his cum spurted inside me. It felt like a river of jism filled my body.
We sat out on his balcony and listened to the waves crashing against the beach. The moon cast a shimmering glow across the rolling waves. I snuggled against Phil as he put his arm around me.
"How do you like your painting?"
"It's beautiful. I had it shipped down here to my apartment, but I hated to let it out of my sight. I can't wait till it gets here."
Phil kissed me. "A special painting for a special woman."
I spent that night with him. If he was tired from our earlier fun I couldn't tell it.
We caressed one another until our passions were aroused again. This time there was no finesse and no tenderness. I wanted his cock and I wanted it hard and fast.
The fire flickered in the corner and cast erotic shadows of our bodies on the walls. A log collapsed and sent a hiss of sparks up the chimney.
Phil was between my legs and his prick slammed into my pussy like a battering ram. I could hear the wet slap of my juices as he reamed me. I shrieked in my orgasm.
I felt him pull out and I reached for his shaft, moaning in disappointment. I needn't have worried. I was turned roughly on my stomach as he propped my bottom up in the air.
The cheeks of my ass parted and his cock, wet with my cum, entered me from behind, puppy style. The pressure drove my face into the pillow and I began to push back. It was as if I were being filled with a thick sausage. Finally he was inside me and I moaned as he began to move in short, sharp thrusts.
The weight of his body forced me down and I locked my arms to support him. He cupped my tits and he caressed them roughly. I moaned as one hand moved down to my clit.
He found the sensitive button of my clit and I sobbed. Phil was simultaneously exercising my nipples, clit and cunt. I was close to overloading from all these sensations and my senses were spinning.
Phil held my ass now and began rapidly slamming into me. His moans soon matched my own and finally I felt his cum shoot inside me like a hot blast from a furnace. We fell asleep in each other's arms, finally satisfied.
The next morning I left early to go shopping with Ann. We had four hours before the show started and I'd promised to take her to the best stores in Bal Harbour.
It was hot and by the time we got back I was hot and sweaty and ready for a shower. We were running short on time and I hurried to clean up.
"Carol, hurry up. I'll never get ready in time." Ann stood outside the glass shower door.
"Come on in and join me, it'll save time."
Ann stepped into the shower with me and I moved back so she could stand under the stream. The hot spray plastered her hair down and ran down her body in rivulets. Her nipples puckered and stuck out like hard little points.
"Wash my back." I gave her the soap and turned around.
Ann soaped my back and scrubbed me with the washcloth. The rough material caressed my hips and lower back.
"You have such a good body, Carol. No wonder the men are falling all over you."
"You should talk." I took the soap from her and began to soap her shoulders. "With tits like yours, I'm surprised that men don't wait in line outside your door."
"Mmmmm ... that feels good." Ann stretched and twisted as my hands paused at the mounds of her tits.
She stood in the stream and let the water wash the soap away, then began to wash her breasts, rubbing the soap slowly over the rosy nipples. "Men ... it seems like all they want is a quick feel and fuck. None of them take their time. I like to take it slow."
Ann's hand was at her navel, making slow circular motions down to her pussy. I watched her and felt a familiar stirring in my belly.
She began to rub the lips of her pussy with her finger and I knew it was time for me to take the next step.
"You're right. Men don't know how to take their time. Not like a woman."
I pulled her hand away and put it over my twat, pressing her fingers against my slit. My hand went to her ass and pulled her body against mine. I kissed her and our lips parted.
I felt her fingers explore my pussy and my knees went weak. I moaned as she found the hidden folds of my clit and began to rub them.
Her tits were like smooth melons in my hands. Her nipples were immense. I stroked each one, rubbing and squeezing them until she sobbed. Ann fell to her knees then and buried her face in my twat. I felt her tongue on my slit and I bucked upward.
She nibbled at my clit and the first explosion shook me. I quivered and shook as she explored each sensitive recess. Flames of passion racked my body. I pulled her up and shut off the shower. We stepped out and dried ech other hurriedly. The rough surface of the towels further inflamed our tactile senses. My pussy was on fire and my breath came in gasps.
I pulled Ann down on the bed. Her hands spread my legs as her mouth burrowed in my muff. Her tits were heavy weights on my belly. I clutched one as'her pussy opened above me.
Her thick, swollen slit was already covered with a thin, silvery liquid that oozed from her twat. Her pink tissues parted between my fingers, exposing the hidden channel of her pussy. Slowly I stuck a finger into her, watching as the cum flowed around it.
Ann moaned as I moved my finger around. I withdrew it and licked her delicious juice. It was thick and sweet and tasted musky.
"You're so sensitive. You taste just like honey."
It was hard to concentrate with Ann nibbling on my cunt. Each touch of her tongue drove me to a shivering climax and I moaned incoherently.
I moved two fingers into her slit and began to lick the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She shook as my tongue moved to the small hill of her mons. I pressed down on her clit and felt her muscles contract as she screamed. "How does this feel?"
Now I had three fingers inside her and I could hear the wet slop of her juices as my fingers moved. Each movement seemed to cause her to buck her hips and jerk as if she were struck by an electric shock.
I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my tongue. Her honey flooded me. I bit gently on her clit and clutched her ass. Ann shook like she was possessed and her warm cunt honey filled my mouth. I lapped at her eagerly while she clenched her legs around my face.
I felt something hard and long penetrate between my legs. I looked down in surprise and saw Ann sticking an enormous dildo up my twat.
"What are you ... no, I can't take. Ohhhhhh...."
Ann had switched the vibrator on and I was suddenly overcome. I moaned and sobbed as she moved it inside me. I couldn't think. Red spots were flashing in front of my eyes and I collapsed on the bed.
"Now it's my turn." The dildo made a wet sucking sound as Ann pulled it out. She licked my juices from the smooth plastic and handed it to me.
I took it from her and began to push it into her pussy. The swollen tisues parted smoothly and the huge plastic head disappeared slowly into her twat. When it was almost all in, I pushed the switch on the bottom.
Anne's eyes closed and her head went back in a sudden jerk. Her muscles tensed and she began to twitch on the bed. In seconds, she screamed out her climax.
We lay there in a limp embrace while we recovered our strength. I looked at the clock and knew we wouldn't make the opening, but the delay was worth it. I was filled by a pleasant afterglow that would carry me through the day.
If anything, the show was even better than New York. The gallery was filled and I couldn't even see Phil. We wandered through the crowd, sipping wine and watching the crowd.
The diamonds and pearls were Tiffany and Bulgari. The gowns were Dior and Halston. The men were Brooks Brothers and Hart Shafner and Marx; Phil was going to have another successful show.
I didn't find him. He found me.
"Carol, I need to talk." He was nervous.
"What's wrong?"
"Right after you left I came down to the studio to make sure everything was ready. I went back after lunch to change and someone had broken in. The suite was a shambles."
I put my hand on his arm. "Oh, Phil, how terrible. Was anything taken?"
He shook his head. "I looked, but everything seemed to be there. Perhaps someone disturbed them and they fled before they could take anything."
CHAPTER THREE
Phil was upset and I couldn't blame him. I had to go back to my apartment, but Ann said she'd stay with him. I promised to come back for the party later that night. I took a cab back to my apartment.
When I got there, I called the freight office about the painting, but the clerk was out to lunch and the man told me to call back again in an hour.
I checked my message machine and found a call from Bob Buford. Bob was an old friend of mine who left the police force and decided to start his own security business.
The day had been hot and muggy and I was thirsty. I took another quick shower and dressed in a loose cool robe. While I waited I fixed myself a drink and called Bob.
"Bob! How did you know I was here?" To my surprise, Bob wasted no time on pleasantries. "Are you at your apartment?"
"Yes, why?"
"I want you to do exactly as I say. Lock your door and don't let anyone in until I get there. Understand?"
"Yes, but...." It was no use. The line was dead. Bob had already hung up. I fixed another drink and went out on the balcony. There was something strange going on and I had the feeling I was being dragged right into the center of it!
A cool breeze was blowing and I loosened my robe. The wind blew across my nipples and filled my mind with all sorts of erotic thoughts.
The bell rang and I smiled to myself. Bob would be able to help me in more ways than one. When I opened the door it was as if we had never been apart. He took me in his arms and I smelled the old familiar scent of his cologne.
He held me at arms length. "Carol, you look great."
He stepped into the room and I closed the door behind him. He looked at me strangely, but then I realized that my robe had come open. I shrugged and smiled as I led him into the living room. I fastened my robe again, but loosely.
We sat and I asked him what was going on.
"I've been working on some cases of corporate espionage for clients of mine here. I don't know everything yet, but it seems your friend Phil may be involved in it."
"What! I don't believe it. Phil absolutely hates corporations. He couldn't possibly be involved."
Bob shrugged. "I know him and I'm as surprised as you. But there's one more thing...." He looked as if he were trying to decide what to say.
I waited and he continued. "Your name came up."
I laughed. "This is crazy. Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
He seemed relieved at my reaction. "Look, Carol. Is there anything I should know? These are bad people."
I shook my head. "Bob, I'd like to help you, but I don't have the slightest idea what the hell you're talking about."
He seemed content with that and we sat on the sofa and talked for a while. I kidded him about how I used to give him such a rough time when he was on the police force five years ago. We'd been neighbours then and it still seemed like yesterday.
Bob certainly had kept his shape and I was very conscious of his nearness. I wanted him and I decided to tease him a little.
I leaned over just enough to insure that Bob had a good look down the opening of my robe. I could see his eyes drift to the flesh I exposed and I smiled to myself. I leaned over further and put my hand on his leg to make a point.
Bob lost his train of thought and I laughed. "You did that on purpose." His eyes came back to my face.
"I just wanted to see if you are still as observant as you used to be." I got up to fix him a drink.
Bob got up and stood beside me. His hands caressed my body, tracing the line of my waist to my hips.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked.
"You're as beautiful as ever, Carol."
I could feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against my ass.
"You're just saying that. You probably told that to the redhead you used to date behind my back."
I felt his hand stop. "Who told you about that?"
I smiled. "Who do you think it was that called her husband?"
"You?" His voice was a strangled choke.
"You looked so funny running out the door in your underwear." I glanced at his face and realized I'd gone too far. He grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bedroom.
"Well now. That was nasty and nasty girls deserve to be punished."
I screeched and tried to pull away, but he held me helplessly as he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee.
The first stinging slap of his hand on my ass made me cry out in shock and pain.
"Thai's right, scream if you like. You were bad and now you have to take your punishment." His hand swung down again with a hard smack.
My hands curled into claws and I tried to scratch his face, but he caught them easily.
"I can see that this will take some time," he said.
Before I could stop him, he pulled my robe up over my head and twisted it around my arms. I was helpless as he threw my naked body back across his knees. My breasts hung down and he ran his hands across them briefly.
"Firm. Yes, I like that. Just like the rest of you." His hand caressed across my naked ass with a tenderness that brought my juices up.
"You know you have a lovely ass. Your skin is so smooth and clear." His hand cracked again, "I just want to kiss and lick every inch of your body, Carol."
He went on, interrupting his graphic and increasingly erotic description of what he wanted to do while roving his hands over my buttocks.
I moved and squirmed, at first with discomfort, then, surprisingly with pleasure, because my pussy was becoming very wet.
He noticed the change. "Ah, this excites you doesn't it? This makes you squirm with anticipation. Right darling?"
The truth was that it was exciting and I knew it was having the same effect on him. I could feel his cock swelling between his legs, pressing against my belly button.
I had wiggled almost free of the folds of my robe. My hands went to his crotch and felt for his swollen member.
"Not yet. You don't deserve this yet, Carol." Tossing me down, he climbed on top of me on the bed and began to kiss my neck and breasts.
If this was his idea of punishment, somehow I liked it.
Bob pulled off his clothes and tossed them in a heap. Climbing up on the bed, he straddled my chest. There was a gleam in his eyes.
He leaned over my body and his cock lay between my breasts. "That feels good doesn't it? You'd like me to put that into your pussy wouldn't you?"
I nodded mutely, staring at the rapidly swelling pecker between my tits. I licked my lips in anticipation.
"Well, it won't be that easy. You have to earn it first." He rocked his hips and slid his cock across my stomach. His hand cupped my breasts and folded them over his shaft. I looked down and saw the thick, ridged corona sticking out between them.
My nipples were hard and the blood rushed to the sensitive tips, turning them a deep red and puckering the tender skin. The touch of his cock as he rubbed across them made me cry out in frustration. I stretched my neck, trying to reach his dick.
He brought it just to the edge of my lips, allowing me only a taste. But I wanted it all! I could see the tiny slit in the tip and the film of wetness forming on it. Bob brought it closer and I licked up his pre-cum eagerly.
Bob's balls rubbed across my tits and I moaned as his coarse pubic hair scratched me. Wetness flooded my achy pussy. He rocked again. Each stroke brought him closer, until finally I was able to put my lips around his tool. I felt wonderful fullness in my mouth.
Back and forth he moved. His cock swelled in my mouth and he began to moan as I dragged my teeth lightly across his glans. I saw the ridges of tenders skin stretch along the side of his shaft as I sucked him. And I knew he was ready to shoot.
Bob pulled back. "Not so fast. I think this should take some time, don't you?"
"No ... no ... ohh...."
He moved down my body, licking his way to my slit. I arched my back and tried to push my pussy into his mouth.
His fingers rubbed the full lips of my twat and I groaned. Wetness filled me and washed over the finger that penetrated me. I could feel his finger probing the tender walls of my slit, reaming my tissues as he moved it in and out.
"So nice. You're very responsive, Carol. I have one finger inside you. I think I'll put another in." I felt the lips of my pussy stretched and two fingers probed my slit. I pressed my hips forward to kiss the hand that briefly caressed my face.
"That's nice, isn't it? What does two fingers feel like?"
My pussy was stretched to the limit. His thumb pressed down on my clit and I cried out. My hands jerked against the silken sheets and my hips bucked wildly as I came.
"Are you sorry? Are you ready to apologize yet?"
"Yes ... Yes ... Oh, please ... Please fuck me!" I moaned and thrashed on the bed.
I could see his cock. It stood out from his body like a rocket about to take off. The tip was swollen to enormous size and I knew that Bob was as turned on as I was.
He released me and I pulled him down on top of me. My hands went around his broad back as he spread my legs. His cock touched my slit and I moaned.
Bob pushed me back on the bed and pressed my arms down with his hands. I could feel his dick part the tender petals of my slit as the head of his cock slid in. I moved my hips up to take more of him in, but he moved back, keeping his rod just barely in.
The slow passage of his thick shaft down the tender walls of my pussy made me moan. It was driving me wild. He stopped and I raked my fingers down his back.
He stayed where he was, neither in nor out of me until I was ready to shriek in frustration. I put my feet flat on the bed and looked at him. His eyes were closed and I knew he was driving himself wild as well as me. Gathering my strength, I pushed my hips upwards, driving my pussy onto his cock. I felt him penetrate deep inside me and my juices exploded around his prick.
Clamping my muscles around his shaft, I pumped rapidly up and down. I could hear him moaning louder and louder. His dick swelled inside me. It was like there was an ocean inside me. I could feel it building and building until it was like an immense wave that swept over me. His hot cum filled my already wet pussy and my legs went around his hips.
Now he moved. Pumping up and down, he filled my pussy with cum on each stroke. I could hear the wet sloshing sound his cock made as he slammed in and out. With a final shudder, he shot the last of his load. He pulled out and lay on his back.
I rolled over and took his dick in my hand. It was wet with our combined sticky juices. I licked him clean and swallowed the delicious mixture.
Bob had relaxed me and satisfied my craving for the moment, but I wanted more. I'd skip the party. Ann could take care of Phil. In more ways than one! I asked Bob to stay the night, but he said he had a meeting.
A spark of jealousy almost made me ask who she was, but I didn't. I promised that I would call him immediately if anything suspicious were to happen and he left.
The party was being given at the home of Roger Walters. Roger owned some kind of high tech company and had enough money to support Phil's work. I suppose he ws glad that it was finally starting to pay off.
It was the kind of party I would have expected. Women wandered around with lots of jewelry and near naked breasts and the men looked like they wanted to take me off in one of the bedrooms.
I couldn't find Phil or Ann.
"I was hoping you were going to come tonight. Phil's told me so much about you."
I turned to the man beside me and found a tall, striking man-well built, but starting to go to fat. It was his face that was arresting. His nose looked like it had been broken several times and his eyes were dark with a dramatic glimmer.
He noticed my stare and shrugged his shoulders. "I used to box in college. You see the results."
His voice was low and cultured. It didn't seem to go with his face. "I'm sorry, I...."
"Oh, that's right, we haven't been introduced. I'm Roger Walters." He bowed slightly.
I smiled and introduced myself. It seems like it was unnecessary. He smiled and I suddenly felt undressed.
"Yes, I know. Phil has described you many times. I've even seen your portrait more than once."
I knew what some of those paintings were like and I blushed slightly. Roger took me by the hand and led me around the house, pointing out some of the pieces he had as we walked.
"I understand that Phil has given you some of his paintings."
I nodded and described them.
"He said that he gave you one in New York. Are you planning to keep it at your apartment here?"
I told him I hadn't decided and the conversation drifted off to other areas.
Roger was stopped by a fleet of upper crust ladies apparently intent on soliciting a contribution for the Art Fund. They cut him off with a broadside of praise for the party. Suddenly, I was on my own again. I still hadn't seen Ann or Phil.
I noticed that some people were wandering upstairs. That was where I decided to check next. This party was no different than any others. Some of the bedrooms were occupied by couples intent on things other than art.
When I eased the third door open, I saw a reflection of two couples together on the bed. I should have left, but something made me step quietly into the room and creep softly to the bedroom door.
There was a separate drawing area outside the bedroom, so they didn't notice me as I stood in the shadows and watched them. Ann and Phil were there, along with another couple.
Ann straddled Phil. His mouth was buried in her twat. Her eyes were closed and I could tell from her expression that she was in ecstasy. Phil squeezed her heavy tits, bringing her nipples to hard, thick points.
Suddenly she jerked and a low moan escaped her lips. She twitched again and Phil squeezed her ass as he slurped up her juices happily.
The other couple were equally engaged. The girl looked like a body builder. She was slim and well muscled for a woman. Her breasts were small and hard and her nipples were dark points that the man caressed roughly.
His cock was buried in her twat and she moaned and tossed on the bed while he slammed into her. I gasped as he pulled it out momentarily. His dick looked like an immense pole and I wondered how she could take it all in like that.
Beside them, Ann slid back on Phil and she positioned her pussy above the hard length of his cock. Phil brought one nipple to his mouth as she eased back on his pole.
I watched his thick dick disappear slowly into her slit. She sighed and kept moving back until her hips ground against his. He clutched the cheeks of her ass as she began to rock back and forth on him.
The man beside them groaned as the girl began to tighten the muscles of her stomach. He lay there with his cock deep in her pussy. I watched her stomach muscles flex and twist. The effect on him was enormous, because he groaned and twisted his head with each movement.
Watching this was too much. My breathing became ragged and my pussy began to throb. I rubbed my tits while I pulled my dress up. My hand slid across my panties, stroking the wet lips of my slit through the thin material as I watched the action in front of me.
Phil held Ann in his embrace and leaned across her back. She supported his weight on her hands and knees. Her tits hung down enticingly and I ached to suck on her engorged nipples.
My finger crept to my twat, easing over my sensitive skin until I touched the full lips of my labia. I was sopping wet already and my finger slid easily into my slit. I moaned softly as I watched Phil slam into Ann from behind.
The muscled girl was shaking in the throes of a massive climax. She screamed and tossed so hard on the bed that the man could hardly stay inside her.
I listened to her cries as my finger darted and danced in my slit. I could hear the wet sloshing sound it made and I ached to have something more substantial inside me.
I waited as long as I could but the scene in front of me was too exciting. I knew I should leave, but I had to be part of it. Removing my clothes, I crept to the bed. Ann saw me first and her eyes widened. I motioned her to silence and slid beside her.
Phil's eyes were closed and he humped her pussy with short hard strokes that made the bed bounce. I positioned myself under them so that I lay between Ann's legs and looking up at his prick.
His balls bounced against her pussy like furry little ornaments. I cupped one in my hand and squeezed gently. Phil moaned and tensed. His fingers gripped Ann's ass and she sobbed as he came. I watched as a thin stream of cum dribbled down her leg.
I felt a pair of hands part my legs and someone's mouth on my pussy. Whether it was the other girl or man I neither knew nor cared. They mystery tongue darted and probed my slit and brought a sudden wetness to my twat.
Now Phil noticed me for the first time and he pulled his cock from Ann's slit and held it for me to lick. The taste of their mingled cum was like ambrosia.
I began to fondle Ann's breasts as I sucked Phil's cock and the mystery person burrowed and nibbled at my twat.
The tongue found my clit and I screamed softly. My orgasm flooded the unknown mouth as I jerked, pulling Phil's cock deep into my throat. Ann's eyes were closed and I could tell that she was close to climax. My fingers went into her slit and I pressed down on her clit. She screamed out loud.
I heard Phil moan and saw the look of bliss on his face as he shot off in my mouth. A hot spray of jism filled me and made me gasp.
Ann began to hump and pound my hand, grinding her pussy against my fingers until her orgasm overcame her. Someone tugged on her nipples and I heard her moan with pleasure.
Phil was done, but the mouth of my twat was just getting started. I looked down and saw the body builder girl smile and return to feast on my slit.
The man was behind her and evidently had that huge pole buried in her slit. He thrust forward and she gasped and her mouth was pressed into my pussy. Her tongue was like a frantic butterfly in my twat. She fluttered and twisted in my slit until I was moaning and gasping in ecstasy.
My orgasm hit me with a rush when she nibbled on the tiny bud of my clit. I clamped my legs around her face and pulled her mouth deeper into my body. Waves of red-hot passion swept over me and I cried out.
The man shot into her twat and she moaned with her climax. Now it was my turn. I pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs. Her twat dripped with their jism and I lapped it happily. Ann joined us and we became a tangled mass of tits and pussy dripping with cum.
We made love to each other until the men were ready again. I watched the stranger's cock swell to enormous proportions and I made sure that it was my pussy that was closest when he was ready.
I moaned when that huge pole parted my tissues and I clamped my legs around his waist. He slammed into me with a force that almost took my breath away. I could hardly stand the pressure of that huge cock inside me.
The muscular girl was on top of Ann, who nibbled at her clit while Phil thrust his prick again and again into her mouth. I could hear Ann lapping up her juices while Phil moaned. He closed his eyes and held her head and I saw her cheeks swell with the force of his orgasm. Dribbles of cum escaped her lips even as she tried to swallow it all.
The thick cock inside me created a friction that made me feel like I was on fire. I felt my emotions explode and the wet flood of my juice cover him. It was the trigger for him too and he erupted inside me with enough force to make me sob. I was flooded with our juices and it ran down my legs in a warm stream.
We collapsed in a pile of bodies, too exhausted to move. It seemed like hours before I dressed and rejoined the party. It was going full swing. Apparently no one had missed us. I waited till Ann and Phil came down. He seemed better and told us to go on home and not worry. Ann and I said goodbye to him and left.
As we got in the car, I thought I saw Roger watching us from an open window.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ann was very drunk when I drove home. I wasn't much better, but at least I could walk. I put her in the back seat and tried to concentrate on my driving.
"That's funny." I looked at the apartment windows from the street.
"Was funny?" Ann staggered out of the car.
"I could have sworn I turned all the lights off when we left."
Ann tripped over the curb and I helped her up the steps. I fumbled with my keys, but I needn't have bothered. When I reached for the door it opened easily.
With a sinking feeling, I entered the room. It was a mess. Every piece of furniture was overturned and slashed. All the drawers were thrown on the floor.
I propped Ann against a chair and picked up a heavy knife. I listened for any sound, but there was none. My heart hammering, I crept through each room. The apartment was empty. Whoever had done this was long gone.
I called Bob. My voice was calm, though every muscle in my body was quivering. When he answered I almost screamed with relief.
"I'll be right over. Pack what you need." He hung up the phone and I began to pack for us. Ann was peacefully asleep in the corner, oblivious to everything.
I held him close when he came, I needed his strength then, I needed to be reassured that everything would be all right.
I took the suitcases to his car while he carried Ann down the stairs. I kept looking over my shoulder to reassure myself that no one was following us. The empty halls seemed suddenly forbidding and mysterious.
We put Ann in the back seat and Bob pulled away with a screech of tires, driving like a maniac.
"What are you doing?" I was trying to hold on as we suddenly went the wrong way up a one-way street.
"I don't know if anyone's following you, but I don't want to take any chances."
"But couldn't they get your address by tracing your license plate?"
"Sure, if that was where we were going, but I'm not taking you to my place. We're going to my buddy's apartment."
He was concentrating on his driving and I shut up. At the speed we were going, I didn't want anything to happen.
Bob finally pulled up in front of an old warehouse. It looked like a dump.
"Some buddy." I looked the place up and down, taking in the broken ladders and peeling paint.
Bob laughed. "Don't judge everything by what it looks like."
He picked up Ann while I took the suitcases. I heard a click as we approached the door and Bob pushed it open. I looked up and saw a remote camera in the beam over the door. It swung, following us as we walked inside. Bob led us through the broken down door and down a narrow hallway. There was a freight elevator that took us up with a clatter, making me think it would collapse any second.
Finally it stopped in front of a heavy fire door. Bob pulled it back and we stepped out into a blaze of lights. A big man stood there wearing a heavy robe that hardly covered his broad chest. He looked like he was seven feet tall.
The giant stepped forward and took my bags as if they were filled with feathers. He motioned to Bob to carry Ann into another room. They returned in a moment while I studied the immense room.
The warehouse had been converted into a very livable apartment. Heavy beams separated the various living areas. I saw a modern, well equipped kitchen on another level and a dining area beside that.
We were evidently in the living room. There were several heavy couches and chairs and many large pillows scattered around. I sat down on one of the couches and suddenly realized how tired I was.
Bob came back and introduced the giant as George. George walked into the room and smiled at me.
"I'm glad to make my apartment available to you two. Bob's explained what happened.
The voice was low and melodious. I looked at him carefully for the first time. He was immense, but not a bit of it was fat. His arms bulged out from the robe in huge muscles that rippled with each movement. The robe that would have dwarfed a normal man came barely to his knees. Bob was big, but seemed tiny beside George.
"You may have seen George in the sports section. He's a professional wrestler." Bob took my hand as he sat down.
"I'm Ivan the Terrible," George said, putting on a thick Russian accent.
Bob smiled. "He's one of the bad guys."
George shrugged. "It's a living."
I looked around the apartment. "A pretty good living. It looks like you do all right."
On one wall I saw a large bookcase. It was full of books. It didn't match my image of this man as a professional wrestler and I turned to say something.
As if he read my mind, he glanced at the bookcase. "I have little else to do between matches other than work out." He shrugged again.
I saw that he was a man with more complexity than I would have thought. I would have to talk to George some more tonight. I wondered what other surprises he might have. I smiled and went to check on Ann.
She was asleep on top of the guest bed. I undressed her and tucked her in. She started snoring as I left the room.
Bob and George were sitting in the living room arm wrestling when I returned. It was no contest. George's arm was twice the size of Bob's. They clasped hands and I watched George's biceps swell up like there was a pump inside it. Bob gritted his teeth, but it was over in seconds.
Bob got up and rubbed his arm. "He does that every time. I don't get it. One of these times I'm going to beat him."
I laughed. "You let me know when it happens."
We sat around and talked for a while, but I was getting tired. Bob asked me a question and I nodded, but I could hardly stay awake. He saw how tired I was and said he would leave and come back tomorrow.
That brought me awake quickly. I clutched his hand and begged him to stay. I needed someone around me that I knew.
Bob tried to argue, but it was no use. He finally shrugged and said goodnight to George as he led me into the bedroom.
I lay beside him, taking comfort in the warmth of his body next to mine. I neeed him then even more than I thought. A hot desire filled me. It was as if by making love I could make everything the way it had been before this adventure started.
Bob was alseep, but I didn't mind. He slept in the nude and I reached under the covers, carefully tracing the line of his body until I came to the thick hair of his crotch.
I touched his flaccid penis gently, afraid that I would wake him. It was soft and small in my hand and I cupped him between my fingers, pulling him in gentle strokes.
He moaned softly and I let him go. I waited until his slow, even breathing resumed and I knelt over him. My hair fanned out across his legs as I rested my head on his thigh next to his shaft.
In the moonlight his dick seemed small and helpless. I kissed the round head of his cock and felt it twitch ever so slightly.
I took him in my mouth and began to suck him with a slow even pressure. Each time, I felt him grow slowly until soon, his prick was a hard rod.
The taste of him was like honey. A few drops of clear fluid oozed from the tip and I lapped at it eagerly before I resumed my slow sucking motion.
I rubbed my breasts and teased my nipples as I sucked him, bringing them to a gradual erection. It felt like they would burst as I squeezed and pinched each one.
Now I directed my attention to the ache in my pussy. My fingers explored the wet lips of my slit and began to stroke it deeper and deeper. I hissed softly when my finger probed the depth of my slit and I felt the first wet flow of my juice.
I pumped my finger in and out of my twat as I turned back to Bob's dick. I dragged my teeth across the sensitive skin of his pole, being careful not to rouse him. Increasing my pressure, I felt his response as he began to thrust his hips even while he was sleeping.
I knew he was close. My mouth was a warm cavern waiting to be filled by the flood of his juices. His prick throbbed and twitched and I could feel the delicate blue veins pulsing.
A moan escaped his lips and he exploded in my mouth. The hot salty flow filled me and I lapped at him eagerly until I had it all. My finger fluttered in my pussy driving me to my own orgasm even as I swallowed the last of his jism.
Contented now, I rose and lay beside him. I closed my eyes and was prepared to go back to sleep when I felt his hand on my breast.
"Thought you were cute didn't you?" His sleepy voice whispered in my ear. His hand played with my tits until it felt as if they were on fire. Soon we were both awake.
Bob rolled me over and pressed me back into the bed. I could feel the hard bulge of his cock against my pussy. I sobbed and bit his shoulder as he pressed it against my slit.
His hands toyed with my tits until I could stand it no more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms over his shoulders as I pulled him to me. His cock slid into my pussy like a huge bar of iron.
He thrust his hips and his cock filled my twat. It seemed as if he would tear me apart, but the feeling was so wonderful I moaned and dug my fingernails into his ass.
Bob began to move slowly, increasing his tempo with each stroke until I was being slammed into the soft bed with a penetrating force.
I clamped my legs around his back and pulled him close to me. His hips ground against mine and I felt his hands clutch the cheeks of my ass. I gasped and felt the first orgasm flood my pussy.
"Ah ... Ahhh ... Ohhhh...." My cries were louder as I felt my climax drew nearer and nearer.
Bob groaned and began to pump into me with a series of thrusts that overwhelmed me. I gasped and clutched him, afraid of the strength of his climax.
His cum exploded into my pussy with a force that seemed to be like a volcano erupting inside me. I screamed as my own orgasm matched the violence of his. He flooded me and I heard the wet slap of our bodies as I strained to get the last drop of him. We lay together and I felt him shrivel inside me. Finally, he pulled back and we fell asleep in one another's arms.
When I woke up the next day sun was streaming in the window and Bob was gone. I tried to go back to sleep, but there was a thumping, grinding noise that made me think that I was in the middle of a construction zone. I got out of bed and staggered over to the door.
In an area next to the living room I saw an exercise area I hadn't noticed the night before. George was straining over a set of weights on cables. His body was covered in sweat and his muscles looked huge.
I put on a robe and walked out to the kitchen. There was coffee in a pot so I poured myself a cup and went down to watch George.
He moved with the concentration of a robot. The early morning light glittered on his sweat-covered arms and legs. It was as if I wasn't there. He stared into space as he moved and his only expression was an occasional grimace of pain brought on with the force of his exertions.
George had the best physique I had ever seen. His stomach was ridged and corded like a washboard. His chest was immense, but it tapered to a tiny waist and hard, narrow buttocks. He wore only a small G-string for his workout and I could see the bulge of his cock clearly.
Even flaccid it was immense and I wondered idly what it would be like to have that huge organ inside me. My daydream overtook me and I felt my pussy begin to throb in a familiar way.
I imagined that his big hands were pressing me back into the bed and I was easing the G-string down over his narrow hips. His cock was thick and I felt an ache in my pussy as I fondled it. Even soft it looked gigantic. I took it in my mouth and began to suck the tip of it.
It grew until it was immense. I guided it to the wet lips of my pussy, eager now for the feeling of that huge monster inside me.
He filled me and I moaned from the pressure on my slit. As he penetrated deep into my pussy I sobbed and thrust my hips forward in joy, driving him even deeper.
"Carol, are you all right?" With a start I broke away from my reverie. I realized that George had stopped exercising and was talking to me.
"I'm sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you say?" The low voice seemed to caress me. I felt my pussy throb.
"I said that Bob took Ann back to the apartment to gel something. He said he had a few things to check out and they'd be back tonight."
I nodded and watched while he adjusted the weights. He flexed his biceps and I imagined what they would be like around me.
George began to do a series of curling motions that made his biceps look as big as hams. The veins stood out as if they would explode.
"You know, Carol. You have a nice body. You should really try working out with weights."
I laughed. "What would I do with muscles?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Women don't get muscles unless they want to. You would just get even better curves."
I shook my head, but suddenly he got up and took my hand. He led me over to the machine.
George showed me what to do and took almost all the weights off. Even so I could hardly move the bar. I struggled with the last set and collapsed on the seat. My robe had come open, but I was too exhausted to close it. Besides, I could see that the view had had an effect on George. The bulge in his pants was much larger.
I worked out on the exercises he suggested until I felt a pleasant tiredness sweep over me.
"That's enough for now," he said. "You may get some pretty sore muscles if we try to push too hard."
I felt like I could go on, but he insisted and I let him take the weights. My robe had come open again and I knew that George had been watching me closely. This time when I got up, I didn't bother to wrap it around me.
I sat down and watched as he continued with his workout. The light played across the thick muscles of his arms and chest. The clanking weights and his grunts made me think of some tremendous machine at work.
After I sat for a while my muscles began to tell me that I had overdone it. My arms ached. It was easy to tell that I had o future in the world of weightlifting. George saw the way that I was rubbing my arms and offered to help.
"I'm not sure what would help right now." I looked at his body and I had to admit that a few possibilities did occur to me.
He pointed to a table by the exercise ara. "Lay down on that and I'll massage you."
I was in no position to argue. I lay down on the table and tried to make myself comfortable. George came up beside me and began to take my robe off.
I looked at him closely. "Are you sure this is for my benefit?"
"Absolutely. I have to be able to touch your skin. That's the only way the warmth from the massage will penetrate to the muscles."
He looked so innocent that I wanted to laugh. I smiled instead and allowed him to remove my robe. It hurt to raise my arms. I lay back down on my stomach and tried to relax. I heard him rub something on his hands.
"This will be cold at first." The touch of his hands was like ice. I flinched, but as he rubbed the liquid into my back I felt a delicious warmth begin to creep over me. It was as if there were heaters in his hands.
My tight muscles began to loosen slowly. His fingers probed and rubbed each knot in my body until it felt as though I was as limp as a noodle. I sighed with contentment.
Now he began to rub my back in long hard strokes that pressed me down into the soft leather of the table. His motions moved lower to the small of my back and the curve of my ass and pressed, I felt a sudden pressure in my pussy that was not connected with aching muscles.
He continued and soon I was moaning with something other than relaxation. I tried to be as quiet as I could, but I knew that George could sense what was going on.
"Time for the front." His hands rolled me over. I was too relaxed to even want to try to help him.
He began to rub my neck. I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. I could feel his big hands move down the sides of my breasts and over the muscles of my stomach.
He took my feet in his hands and began to rub the soles. Then he started to rub my thighs with deep kneading strokes of his hands. My inner thighs turned to jelly as he moved closer to my pussy. I gasped and started to arch my hips when he suddenly stopped and moved his attention back to my ribs.
George pressed down with deep, satisfying strokes that started just below my tits and stopped above my pussy. By this time I wanted him to take me and it was agony to feel his hands so near yet so far from my most sensitive areas.
Finally, I decided to give him some encouragement. I reached out and began to caress the hard muscles of his side while he worked. It was like touching steel! I traced a line over the ridges until I came to the top of his briefs.
My fingers slid under the thin material and touched the thick head of his cock. He was partially hard and I could feel a trace of wetness already on the tip. I stroked him with my fingers and he tensed while I sighed in contentment.
Now George's hands moved to cover my tits. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts until my nipples stood up stiffly. I moaned and pulled on his cock. It was huge.
"Are you sure this is therapeutic?"
"The best therapy in the world for what you need." His low voice made my pussy quiver. George continued to stroke my body and his hands moved down between my thighs.
I spread my legs as he began to rub the soft skin around the swollen lips of my pussy. He moved to the end of the table between my legs. I felt his hands on my waist as he bent over and his mouth kissed a line from my knee to the bulge of my mons.
When his tongue rasped across my slit I cried out. I felt the wetness flood me. I put my legs over his back and tried to pull him forward.
George knew what to do. His tongue stroked my slit at a slow, steady pace until I felt like I would explode. Each touch seemed to be like a burning fire on my skin. When he finally parted the wet tissues and probed the depths of my pussy with short, lancing thrusts, it was like an explosion took place inside me. My orgasm ripped through my body and I screamed.
I felt my hips arch and every muscle in my body tense. Wetness filled me and overflowed his tongue.
But he wasn't done. I moaned and thrashed as he moved to the throbbing button of my clit. With the first touch of his tongue there, I shrieked and exploded again. His lips pursed over the tiny point and he began to suck it.
That was too much. A rapid series of climaxes tore through me and I collapsed on the table. I hardly felt him pick me up and carry me into the bedroom.
He put me down gently, but I pulled him down on top of me with a passion that wanted him to take me completely. I practically tore the thin G-string from his body!
His cock was huge. I could barely put my hand around it and I moaned as I thought of what it would feel like inside me. I sucked on the thick cap even though I could only take the tip into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue over it and sucked until I saw the veins begin to pulse on the sides. I knew he was ready and I knew what I wanted!
I lay back and guided his thick pole to my hungry cunt. He pressed down slowly and began to fill me with that thick pole.
At first it felt like I couldn't stretch enough to take it all in. I felt my tissues expand to allow him to pass and then suddenly the pressure eased.
Lubricated by my juices, his cock slid into me like an enormous battering ram. I was pushed back on the bed by the weight of his body and I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed as hard as I could.
Now he began to move in a steady pace that soon had me moaning with pleasure. Each stroke drove me down into the soft mattress and I sobbed as he filled me with that thick dick.
Faster and faster he went, until my pussy felt like it was on fire. I didn't know how he could stand it. I couldn't! I screamed and sobbed as successive waves of climaxes built and exploded inside me. I was thrashing on the bed when he finally came.
The eruption of his juices filled my pussy and slopped out over my legs. I heard the wet slap of our bodies in the final throes of our climax as he collapsed on top of me.
When he was done, he picked me up and began to carry me back to the bedroom. I couldn't believe his stamina and told him so.
He laughed in a reassuring way and told me this was more therapy. He carried me into the bathroom and set me down beside a large whirlpool tub.
The tub filled quickly and George got in with me. When he started the jets and the warm water hit my muscles I felt as though I could stay there forever. I sank back and relaxed as he began to caress me again.
I was fascinated with his body. He was so big that I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I took his cock in my hands and began to stroke him with a slow up and down motion.
In seconds, he was as hard as a rock. I rinsed the thick head of his cock and then I took it in my mouth. Try as I might I could only take the thick tip in. He was just too damn big!
I squeezed and stroked him while I tried to suck the head of his prick. I scraped the head with my teeth and felt an answering twinge in his prod.
His balls floated into my hands and I caressed them as I bobbed up and down on his pole. By now I could feel the thick shaft throbbing between my lips. I sucked him and heard his groan of pleasure.
George began to moan and he started to thrust into my mouth. I had to be careful, because he was so big he nearly made me gag. Finally, I felt his pole pulse in my hand.
Gobs of thick cum shot into my mouth. I couldn't swallow it fast enough and some of it ran down my face. I put my lips around him and sucked until he was finally done.
I sank back in the water, fulfilled at last.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was late when Ann and Bob returned. They were laughing and holding on to each other as they staggered in the door. I noticed the way she touched him and I wondered if Bob had checked anything out besides Ann. They sat down in the living room while I fixed drinks.
Seeing the way that they sat, confirmed my suspicions that they'd had more to discuss than the weather and this mystery. Ann could hardly keep her hands off him. I smiled to myself. It looked like we'd all been busy.
"What did you find out?"
Bob took a deep drink and lit a cigarette. "Not much. Seems like you two are hot property right now." I looked at Ann with a blank expression. "Oh?"
Bob nodded as smoke drifted out of his nostrils. "The bad guys think you have something of theirs and they want it back."
"What?" Ann shook her head as she spoke. "We don't have anything."
Bob nodded. "Let's say that I believe that you don't know what you have."
I looked at George and then at Bob. "Just what are we supposed to have? This doesn't make any sense."
He nodded. "None of it makes any sense yet. You've gotten mixed up in something that you don't know anything about."
He took another deep drag and leaned forward. "Look at what's happened to you recently. Think about the connections ... something that involves Phil."
I thought for a while. "The only thing is the two openings we've gone to."
"Anything happen there?" Bob looked at us narrowly.
Ann looked at me. "What about the painting?"
"What painting?"
I shrugged. "Phil gave me a painting in New York." Bob looked excited. "That may be it. Where is it now?"
"I had it shipped down here, but I haven't had a chance to pick it up yet."
Bob grinned. "That's good. Tomorrow we're going over to get that painting. The answer is there ... somewhere."
We talked for a while, but the conversations kept drifting off. Ann's hands kept sliding across Bob's thigh and I was very conscious of how close George sat to me.
Ann stretched and complained about how tired she was and how glad she was that we finally had this whole thing settled. I could tell by the way she looked at Bob's crotch that she wasn't as tired as she pretended.
I was anxious myself. I wanted to resume my earlier taste of George's charms. My hand caressed his thigh as I nodded. "I'm rather tired myself."
We got up and went towards the bedrooms. I followed George while Ann and Bob went into the guest room.
In the bedroom, I turned to him as he took me in his arms. He was huge beside me and he picked me off the ground easily. I felt the hard shaft of his cock rub against my body and I moaned softly.
His kisses were a hot reminder of my own passion.
"I want you to take me. I want to be your slave tonight. Anything you want is yours."
He was surprised, but then he kissed me. "Carol...."
"I'm your slave and that's how you should address me." I kissed him and stroked his pole. That was enough to convince him.
"Mmmmmmm ... all right, slave. Stand there."
He walked around me as if deciding what he wanted to do. He seemed intrigued with this opportunity. I was too, I saw that my nipples were clearly out-lined by the thin material of my blouse. I was very conscious of his nearness and the touch of his hands. He moved behind me and I felt the hard swell of his erection against my ass as I pressed against him.
It seemed only natural that he would take me again in his arms. My mouth opened under his insistent kisses and I felt my knees go weak. I sagged againt him as he cupped my tits in his hands.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. My half-hearted protests were silenced by his firm voice and the touch of his hand on the swell of my breasts. I moaned as he parted the button on my blouse and unfastened the snap of my bra.
His hand caressed my breasts, cupping the cotton bra and easing it gently over my tits. He rubbed my soft flesh until I thought I would scream. My nipples became hard points of desire inflamed by his touch.
"Ohhhhhh...." I closed my eyes as his lips touched my tips and brought them to an aching awareness. I moaned softly and pulled his head down on myc hest as he sucked first on one rosy point then the other. I no longer cared about anything but having him inside me.
His teeth closed on my nipple as I moaned softly. My hand went to his rod and began to stroke it as his mouth moved down my body, trailing a line of hot kisses. I felt my skirt open as if by magic and the cool touch of his fingers on my thighs caused me to arch my back and part my legs.
He eased my skirt and panties over my hips and his fingers slid across the wet lips of my pussy and into my aching passage. I thrust against him, driving his finger in even deeper.
He leaned over me and kissed my throat. "You're wet, slave. Your pussy feels like glass as I move my finger in it."
I felt him press against the sensitive walls of my twat as he spoke and I clamped my legs around his hand. My hand went to his thick cock and I began to stroke his shaft. It felt like it was encased in velvet.
"I've put a second finger in, can you feel it?"
The increased pressure made my cry out softly and I began to buck my hips. The room was spinning and I felt a rising swell of passion begin deep within the core of my being.
"Now there we are."
"Ahhhhhh...."
His teeth clamped on my nipples as he spoke and the sudden pressure seemed to release my passion. I writhed beneath him and felt my first orgasm explode inside me as I rubbed against him.
"Did you like that? Good, then I have something more for you." He seemed strangely satisfied as he reached behind the bed and dimmed the lights. Without another word he began to go to work on my body.
"Wha...?"
"Are you questioning me, slave?"
"No ... I ... Ahhhh...." He squeezed my nipple and the feeling brought a sudden wetness to my pussy. "No...."
I half-heartedly tried to break away but he sat on my chest as he took possession of my body.
He began to tickle my feet on the bed. I started to say something but he silenced me with an angry voice. Then he grabbed my ass with his hand and I winced. "If I want you to speak I'll as you-slave!"
I was shocked by his tone of voice and by his angry glare. He was taking my instructions more seriously than I thought. At the same time, I realized that there was something in his voice that excited me.
I noticed that his cock had grown to enormous proportions. It hung between his legs like a thick, meaty club and I couldn't take my eyes from it.
He saw where I was staring. "Do you want this, slave? Do you want me to put this in your pussy?"
I started to talk and he grabbed my ass with his hand again. His burning touch made my eyes water and I cried out.
"Silence." His hand roved over my ass again. I squirmed in the bed and moaned. I felt a sudden wetness in my pussy and looked at him with lust in my eyes.
"That's better." He smiled at me and straddled my chest. His cock lay in the valley between my breasts. The bulbous head was only inches from my mouth.
I could see a tiny drop of pre-cum glisten on the tip and I ached to lick it from his cock.
"You want it, don't you?"
Excited by this game, I nodded mutely. George smiled and began to side his prick back and forth between my tits. I watched the muscles on his stomach ripple and roll as he moved his cock back and forth. Each stroke brought it within inches of my mouth and I strained to reach it, but he kept it just back from my tongue.
"You have to learn to beg, slave. Let me hear you beg for it!"
The wetness filling my pussy was incredible. All I could think of was his cock and how badly I wanted to suck on it.
"Please, please," I pleaded.
He moved forward just enough and his prick filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and moaned as he pushed it back into my throat.
I wanted to touch him, to hold that enormous pole and take it all the way down my throat. But George set the pace and I could only have as much as he permitted. The result was a sexual tension that I had never felt before.
It seemed that each time I wanted more, he pulled back. When I thought he would pull away, he would move back and fill my mouth.
I watched the veins swell and pulse on his shaft and I knew that this game was having an effect on him too. It was wonderful, but it wasn't what I wanted.
As if he read my mind, George released my legs and then my hands. I didn't try to get away, even when he rolled me over in the bed. He propped my knees on the mattress and I felt his cock enter my pussy from the rear in a burning rush that slammed me forward on my face.
I sobbed and another climax rocketed through my body. His hips slammed into the cheeks of my ass as his dick pumped in and out of my twat.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...."
I cried out with each thrust and my orgasms echoed me in endless succession. By now I was on my hands and knees and pushing back against him with equal abandon.
His body rested on my back and we were both covered with sweat. My breasts swung as I moved and his hands caressed them, squeezing the nipples.
He pulled out as I moaned and reached for his cock. I wasn't ready yet. It wasn't fair.
"No...."
"What makes you think I'm done, slave?" He moved my hands away and I felt the thick head of his cock enter me again. "We're just getting started, slave." He laughed.
I was suddenly turned on. His cock was so big. I didn't see how I could take it there-it would be too deep. I moaned and tried to move away, but to no effect. His hand caressed my butt with a passion that made me squeal.
"Hold still, slave."
He entered the wet opening of my pussy from behind and I gasped at the feeling. "Oh! Oh ... it's ... ahhhh...."
He pushed steadily until he was in and to my surprise, I began to respond to his motions. I had never felt these sensations before and waves of passion rolled over me. I closed my eyes and groaned.
Still inside me, he leaned on my back. With one hand, he squeezed my nipple while the other went to the lips of my pussy and began to stroke me as he pumped in and out of my cunt. I was being diddled and tweaked to an orgasm that seemed like it would never end.
I felt him erupt and fill me with his creamy load. It was like a fire had been lit inside me and I screamed as my climax erupted. I'd never felt anything like this before. It seemed like it would go on forever. I clamped my muscles to keep every drop inside me.
I fell asleep in his arms and didn't stir until the sun woke me the next morning. The warm light filtered through the blinds and slanted across the room to the bed. George was already up and I could head the clank and rattle of his weights as he worked out in the living room.
The Jacuzzi was off the bathroom and I decided that would be the perfect way to start the day.
I went out in the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee. Ann and Bob joined me. She looked as if she had been up all night. She wore one of his shirts and she rubbed her eyes. They were red and puffy and I knew she and Bob had shared a busy night.
Bob showed no ill effects. "How soon can we go to the express office?" he asked.
I looked at my watch. "It won't open for two hours yet. We have plenty of time."
I heard Ann sigh in relief. George watched us, already lathered in sweat. He grinned at me. "Come on over. You need a good workout."
I laughed. "Not after the workout I had yesterday. What about Bob?"
Bob looked at us and grinned. "Not me, I get my workouts in other ways. Two's more fun." He put his arm around Ann and squeezed her.
Ann looked at me and grinned. "Three's even better." Her shirt had come open and I could see that her nipples were already erect and puckered.
I nodded, feeling a spasm in my pussy at the thought of what loving her had been like. "I don't know about you but I'm going to relax in the whirlpool for a while."
I got up and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the water and sipped my coffee while the tub filled. The Jacuzzi was so large it took a long time to fill, but then it would easily accommodate five people.
When it was finally ready, I took off my robe and stepped inside. The water was warm and I felt my body relax immediately. I pushed the switch for the jets and sank down into the swirling water with a sigh.
The pump rumbled and the water shot across my tits and pussy with a force that felt like a million tiny fingers. It was like a private massage and I felt the familiar ache start deep in my pussy. I closed my eyes and began to rub my tits and press them into the stream of water.
"I can tell what you need right now." Ann's voice broke me from my day dream and I looked up. She sat on the edge of the tub and trailed her fingers in the water.
"You're right. Come on in and let's see what we can do about that." I let her watch me stroke my tits and I moved my hand down to my pussy as I licked my lips.
She grinned and took off the shirt she was wearing. Her nipples were dark points and I knew she was already aroused.
I held out my hand and she stepped into the tub. There were two contour seats side by side and we sat in them. I put my arm around her and kissed her. Her mouth opened under mine and I felt her relax in my arms.
I stroked her tits, marveling in their size and firmness. Her nipples were thick erections that sprang to attention as I pinched them gently.
Ann put her head back against the head rest and I knelt between her legs. Her breasts floated in front of my face like ruby-capped mountains rising out of the sea. I brought one to my lips and licked the hard button of her nipple.
Ann moaned and thrust her breast up into my mouth. Her hands caressed my body and cupped the cheeks of my ass. She squeezed and pulled me forward until my body was pressed against hers.
I put my hand between her legs and stroked the furry line of her slit. Her legs parted as my fingers rubbed the sensitive tissues of her pussy. I eased my finger deep inside her and began to stroke her slit. "Ahhhhh...." she moaned.
She lifted my tit to her mouth with one hand while the other moved between my legs. I felt her tongue rasp across my nipple as she put her thumb against my clit. She began to rub it in a circular motion that made me moan and collapse against her.
"Hey, you two can't start without me!"
Bob came into the room and started to get into the tub. He must have been watching us from the door because his cock was already a hard rod swinging between his legs.
He sat beside us and I began to stroke his cock as he caressed Ann'e tits. He bent down, bringing one to his lips. She moaned when he bit her nipple and she offered him the other breast.
Bob spread his legs and I held his cock and began to stroke it. I moved between his legs where I could reach him easily. His shaft felt like it was covered in velvet and I pulled it in even strokes while I moved my pussy close to him. With a sudden movement, I sat on his lap and guided his pole into my slit. Ann caressed my body as I pressed my twat down on Bob's pole.
His eyes closed as I squeezed my muscles on his dick. I began to rock back and forth on him and he groaned softly.
"That's it, Carol. You do that so well. Soooo...."
I squeezed his balls briefly and I felt him jerk. At first I was afraid he was going to cum, but then he relaxed again. Ann's hand went between my breasts and her fingers caressed my nipples as I began to pump up and down on his cock.
The motion of her fingers seemed to drive me and I moaned when he hand moved to stroke the tiny hole of my anus. The jets of water caressed my nipples as I took Bob's cock down to the base. He moaned and I felt his pole begin to twitch inside me.
Ann's fingers teased my clit and I felt the press of Bob's cock in my twat. I was almost there. Another finger entered me and I was wracked with an orgasm that sent me back down on Bob's cock with violent passion.
I pumped up and down on him as if I could swallow him whole with my pussy! I felt his hands on my back and he began to suck my tits.
My pussy was filled with a sudden explosion of cum. I felt it swirl inside my twat like a volcanic eruption. I moaned and sagged against him. Bob slowly shriveled inside me. Regretfully I moved off him and turned back to Ann.
She was in an agony of unfulfilled desire by now. I knew what she wanted and I wasted no time. My two fingers slid into her pussy and she closed her eyes as I began to stroke the walls of her slit. At the same time my thumb found the tiny button of her clit and she moaned and thrashed in the water as an orgasm swept through her.
"Save some for me." George entered the room with an enormous erection.
Ann took one look at him and pulled my hand away. She grabbed his pole as he climbed in the tub and guided it to the lips of her cunt. I watched her sigh as she sat down on his rod.
Water splashed over the walls of the bath as she began to hump him. Their moans and grunts made me want something inside me and I knew just what and where. Bob's cock stood out again and now I took it in hand and presented the cheeks of my ass to him.
He knew immediately what I wanted and he clutched my hips as he began to push his pole into me doggy-style. Lubricated by the warm water, my cunt lips parted and I pushed back against him eagerly. He filled me and I gasped with pleasure.
Bob's hands were on my breasts, squeezing and stroking them in rhythm to our motion. Between the four of us the room was filled with sloshing water and groans of pleasure.
We came within minutes of one another and the tub overflowed in one final surge. Bob's juice was like molten lava in my pussy and I screamed in pleasure.
I took Bob back to the bedroom while Ann finished with George in the tub. By the sound of her happy screams, she was pleased with his performance.
Bob and I were dressed by the time they were done. I told Ann that we would go to the express office. I think she was interested in seeing just how good George's endurance was, so she didn't object.
I was anxious to get the picture in my possession. In the car, Bob kept examining the rear view mirror. I looked back, but saw nothing.
"What's up?" I asked. I looked back but I couldn't see anything.
"We're being followed."
I looked again. "I still don't see anything."
Bob grinned. "Watch now." He twisted the wheel violently and suddenly we were going the wrong way down a one-way alley. I looked back and saw a car turn to follow us.
I looked at Bob, but then screamed as he pulled out in front of a large garage truck. Bob barely noticed.
I looked back again and saw the other car swing violently around the truck. In that brief glance back, it looked like the two men from the plane were in it.
Bob made another series of maneuvers that left me terrified and sobbing in the seat.
"I'm going to drop you off at the express office. You pick up the painting while I drive around the block to make sure I've lost them. Don't come out until I pull up."
The car screeched to stop in front of the building and I jumped out. Bob pulled away with a roar.
I ran into the old building. There was an office down a long, dark hallway with a light. As I walked in, a tiny bell tinkled over the door.
"Can I help you?" The man was tall and thin. He looked like he could care less about what I wanted.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up a package."
"Name?"
"Carol Summers." I gave him my receipt.
He disappeared in the back and I waited, listening to the rattle and crash of packages. I looked around the room. A thin light filtered in through the grimy widows. It made things look even more depressing. I heard the bell tinkle behind me.
A man walked in, obviously in a rush. He nodded and smiled at me, looking for the clerk. I nodded to the back and he smiled again.
The guy returned with my picture. I inspected the box, relieved that there was no damage. I signed the papers and left, nodding once more to the man.
I was about halfway down the dim hallway when I was grabbed from behind and a rag was thrust over my mouth. I struggled but everything started to spin. I felt my picture fall from my hands as I collapsed.
CHAPTER SIX
When I came to, I found myself bound to a chair in a deserted warehouse. There was a water leak nearby that someone must have tried to catch; I could hear the steady drip, drip as it fell into a pan.
I looked around. As I expected, the painting was gone. There was nothing in the room but me, the chair, some scrap on the floor and the pan of water.
Drip, drip.
At this rate that noise was going to drive me nuts! It sounded like a gong in the eerie silence of the room. I tried to see my bonds but whoever tied me up had been thorough. I couldn't move.
From the looks of my dress they hadn't been any to gentle with me. One sleeve was torn and several buttons were missing from the front. I hadn't worn a bra and my breasts were nearly exposed.
I heard the slam of a door and footsteps approaching me. I struggled briefly, but it was no use. I wasn't going anywhere.
I looked up and saw the man from the express office. This time he wasn't smiling. He chewed on a toothpick as he casually inspected my bonds.
"Looks like your little plan didn't work."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play coy with me, sister. We got it all figured out. You planned a little extortion and it didn't work. Too bad for you." He bit the toothpick and twirled it around with his tongue.
There was a menacing tone in his voice that sent chills down my spine. I had to get out of here and fast. The problem was, I had limited resources.
I noticed his eyes kept drifting to my tits and it gave me an idea. At least it could get me loose from my bonds.
I shifted and squirmed in the chair as if the rope were hurting me. One breast popped out between the ropes and he stared at my nipple and licked his lips.
"Don't stare at me, you creep." I said, knowing that would make him watch me all the more. I twisted, pretending to try to cover myself and soon the other tit was also exposed.
He stood there studying my breasts with hooded eyes. I could see the bulge in his pants and I knew my plan was working.
With a little more twisting, my dress inched up my thighs. Of course, the more I told him not to watch, the more he stared at me and the bigger his cock grew.
I looked around, studying the room for something I could use to escape with. There was a pipe lying on the floor beside my chair. It might be the weapon I'd need if I could get to it.
He walked over to me, parting the ropes enough to get a good look at me. His hands caressed my tits. I would have only one chance.
I shivered and he mistook my fear for passion.
"Liked that, eh?"
The size of the bulge in his pants awed me. He saw the direction of my gaze and grinned. Reaching down he unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I ever saw.
For a moment all my plans vanished. I wanted that cock. He must have read my mind because he grinned and put it close to my mouth.
I tried to stretch my hands up to take it, but the ropes prevented me. As I hoped, he bent over and loosened the knot that held me. In the process that immense slab of meat dangled directly in front of me and I felt my pussy getting wet.
He moved closer and held it out so the tip just touched my lips. Even partly flaccid, it was over nine inches long. I opened my mouth and he pushed it down my throat.
I was unprepared for the size of it. My mouth stretched open to the limit and still I could only take in the thick, bulbous head. I gagged and he backed away slightly. I licked the ridges of the little slit and smiled to myself as I heard him groan.
I rocked back and forth, trying to take as much of him as I could and loosening my bonds at the same time. I felt the ropes slacken more even as I concentrated on the lovely present in my mouth.
His hands rubbed my tits and in the process loosened my bonds even further. By now he was as anxious as I was. The last rope was off and he hadn't noticed that it was my hands that were unbuckling his belt.
I was filled with cock, but I wanted more. His hands went to the back of my head and he pulled me forward.
I choked as his cock went down my throat and he eased his grip.
His hips moved and I felt that thick pole pulled back from my mouth. I mewed and clutched him even as he began to move forward, shoving it into my mouth again. I sucked rapidly, wanting him to cum.
He grunted and the pace of his motion picked up. He was fucking my mouth with a dick that had swollen to mammoth proportions. I held it now in both hands, guiding it down my throat.
He was about to cum. I could feel his cock swell to the point where I could barely keep even the tip in my mouth. It throbbed and pulsed as I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. He closed his eyes for a moment and he groaned. I felt the rush of his cum. It exploded from his prick, filling my mouth and spurting out over my breasts.
He groaned again and pumped into my mouth. There seemed to be no end to his cum. I licked and sucked noisily, trying to take it all. He closed his eyes and put his head back as I drained him. Now was my chance. I reached beside the chair and picked up the pipe. He still had his eyes closed.
I put all my strength into the swing. The pipe made a hollow thump as it connect with his head and he went down in a soundless slump.
I wasn't happy. That immense cock had filled me with unsatisfied lust. I turned him over. He was unconscious, but his dick still stood up at rigid attention and I licked my lips.
I had to have it. I felt guilty. I knew I should be leaving. I looked at that thick rod and licked my lips. It was still wet with cum. My pussy ached for the feel of it inside me.
Working quickly, I tied him with the ropes that had bound me. When I was done, I straddled that thick pole and shivered as it touched the wet lips of my pussy.
I tried to push down on him, but it felt like I was being split in two. Gritting my teeth, I continued to drop down on him. My pussy was positively sopping from the thought of what was going to happen. My juices lubricated his shaft and suddenly I was sliding down it with a rush.
It filled me. Deeper and deeper I pushed. There seemed to be no end to it. Even Ann's dildo hadn't been like this. When I finally reached his root, I felt the first eruption in my cunt.
I gritted my teeth and clamped my muscles around his shaft. Beginning a rapid up and down rocking motion, I tugged and pulled on him with the friction of my body. He was unconscious, but I felt his response.
His eyes flickered open and he struggled for a second, but even his strength couldn't break the knots I'd tied.
"You may as well lay back and enjoy this ... I plan to."
He bared his teeth and glared at me. There was no answer from him.
I concentrated all my attention on the thick cock that filled me. Slowly, I resumed my back and forth rocking motion on his dick.
He groaned again and not with pain. I could feel his hips thrust into my twat. I matched my rhythm to his and soon we were slamming against one another and grunting like wild maniacs.
He was partly flaccid when I mounted him, but the rocking motion and the muscles I used to grip him brought his erection to full size. I felt it swell inside me and I thought I would burst.
I clamped his cock with my body and raised my hips as if I could lift him off the ground with only the muscles of my pussy. He moaned and begged me to keep it up.
I increased my tempo to the point that I thought I would rip his shaft from his body. He responded by thrusting deep into my twat on each stroke.
My body built slowly to a climax of gigantic proportions. Closer and closer I came. I tried to hold back until I felt his cum. I wanted the feeling of that hot jizz inside me!
At last it happened. His back arched and the flood of his orgasm filled me. It felt like a river exploding from his cock. My climax answered his and I shrieked and clutched the hairs on his chest as I came.
Then the door burst open with a crash that startled me. I jumped up, not bothering to cover myself. Two men came in through the doorway pointing guns at me. I looked for a way to escape, but there was none and I raised my hands with a smile. At least I'd taken my revenge on one of them.
"Are you all right, miss?"
I looked at them closer, Why would they be concerned about the way I felt? They were standing in the glare of light from the door, but when one bent down over the face of the man I'd tied, I gasped in surprise. It was one of the men from the plane.
"Who are you?" This didn't make any sense.
The man on the floor took out a billfold and showed me a badge. "I'm Dave Thomas, F.B.I."
"What?" This was the ultimate surprise. "I thought you were the bad guys."
The other man moved into the light. He noticed the man's bonds and wet penis and he looked up at me. "Yeah, it looks like you were really being mistreated."
He sneered at me and I started to slap him.
Dave was off the floor in an instant. He grabbed my hand and held it. "My partner sometimes talks before he thinks. Don't be angry with him." He shot his partner a warning glance that made me even angrier.
I shook my hand free. "Don't patronize me. That man kidnapped me."
Dave nodded at me. "We saw. We were following you."
"What! Why didn't you help?"
Dave looked sheepish. "We weren't sure just what was going on. We thought you were part of the gang."
I looked at him and the man on the floor. "Somebody had better explain what's going on. I feel like a little out of it."
Dave was looking at my tits which were now almost fully exposed. I stared straight at him and was satisfied to see him blush.
"Here, take my coat." He handed me his jacket and I slipped it on over my shoulders.
"Tom, you stay with this guy till the cops come. I'll take care of Miss Summers."
"I'll just bet!"
Dave silenced him with a glare, but I knew what he was thinking.
We left the warehouse and got in Dave's car. At first I thought he was going to take me to their headquarters, but we kept driving until we got to a street that looked familiar.
He turned off and I saw my apartment straight ahead. We pulled up across the street, but instead of walking to my steps, we went to the house that faced my building.
He unlocked the door and escorted me inside. It was almost bare. There were only a few chairs and a sofa. I could see a large unmade bed in the bedroom.
Dave walked into the kitchen and told me to make myself at home while he fixed us some drinks. I walked into the dining room which faced my apartment. The only furniture in the room was a large telescope, a table and two chairs. I looked through the eyepiece and found myself looking directly into my bedroom window.
Angry now, I looked closer around the room. There were photos taped to the walls. Pictures of me and of Ann, most of them in the nude. I looked at one close-up of the two of us kissing and caressing each other.
I was livid. How dare they? I forced myself to be calm and walked back into the living room. Dave came out of the kitchen with two drinks.
"We've been following you for a while."
"I know. Why?"
"We thought you were connected with an industrial espionage ring that operates out of New York."
I shook my head in sudden irritation. "Look, this is the second time I've heard this and it still makes no sense. Explain this step by step."
My nipple had popped out of my blouse and his eyes drifted down my body briefly. I saw the bulge in his pants and I smiled to myself. F.B.I, or not, I'd already thought of what my revenge would be for taking those pictures.
He began to explain. "We've been following a man connected to this ring for months now. We couldn't figure out how they were shipping the stuff until we got a tip. It led us to The Walters Gallery."
"That's where Phil exhibits!" I said suddenly excited.
Dave nodded. "We think the computer chips, drawings and pictures were being put inside the backings of paintings and prints being framed at the gallery. Then they were being shipped all over the country."
"But why did you...?" and then I saw. 'The picture that Phil gave me."
Dave nodded. "It must be inside the frame. We thought you were the courier. Evidently so did Charlie."
"Charlie?"
"Your friend back there."
I nodded. "I see. So you followed me."
"We thought you were part of it, so we put you under surveillance."
"And that give you the right to spy on me and take pictures like those?" I showed a picture with my bare breasts.
Dave blushed a deep red. He stuttered and I put my plan into action. I sat beside him and put my hand on his leg. My blouse came open again, but I ignored it.
He was surprised, but his instincts took over when I kissed him. His hand went to my breast and he stroked my nipple as my tongue probed his mouth.
"The thought of you having seen me like that is exciting!"
Stripping off my clothes, I turned slowly in front of him, allowing him time to study my body.
He walked towards me and put his hand on my hips, running it up my side and cupping my breast. "You're beautiful, Carol."
I was prepared for his next move, but he walked around me, admiring my body and touching me as if I were a statue. I was getting frustrated.
Now I was angry. "You were bad."
I slapped his ass hard even as I rubbed my pussy against his cock. "You deserve to be punished."
He froze and stared at me, a strange look on his face. He spoke very slowly. "Yes, I was bad." There was a guilty look on his face.
I felt a light coming on in my brain. I moved closer to him and put my hand on his belt. "And you should be punished."
He looked at me and nodded. I unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Pushing him back on the bed, I removed his shorts and straddled his hips. "You need to be taught a lesson. My hand cracked across his hips with a stinging blow. I saw his cock begin to harden.
"Please ... I promise I'll be good." He squirmed and pressed his cock against my slit.
"Stop that!" My hand flashed out again and he whimpered. His cock nuzzled my pussy. I pulled his shirt apart and traced my fingers down his chest. He moaned.
Sliding up and turning to face his cock, I positioned my pussy over his mouth, "If you want to prove to me you're a good guy, you'll have to work at it."
His tongue went deep into my slit and he lapped away happily. I rocked back and forth over his face and sighed as he licked the tender walls of my slit.
He had a marvelous tongue. It seemed like he instinctively knew the most sensitive parts of my pussy. I felt his tongue move across the turgid lips of my slit with along, slow caress. I shivered with excitement at each stroke.
Just when I couldn't stand it any longer, he stopped. I was on the edge of a climax and my breath came in deep shuddering gasps. I felt his lips close around the bud of my clit and the touch went through my body like an electric shock.
Dave began a slow sucking motion. My ragged emotions twitched with every touch. Suddenly, he would press the sensitive skin against his teeth and nibble ever so gently at my swollen clit. I screamed and clutched his shoulders, grinding my hips against him.
"That's it! Ohhh ... Ohhhhhh...." I came and came.
The blood pounded in my ears and I felt like I would faint.
By now his cock was erect and stood up stiffly between his legs. It was thick and short, perfect for what I had in mind.
"You've been so good that I have a present for you."
Keeping my twat pressed against his marvelous mouth, I bent down and kissed the tip of his cock.
His tongue drove deep inside my passage and I felt my cum ooze out like thick honey. I heard the wet slurps as he took it all greedily.
His cock pulsed and throbbed in my hands. It was hard to concentrate with what was going on in my bush, but I gritted my teeth and took his pole firmly in my hand.
I liked the thick, meaty feel of it. It had a pleasant, musky male odor. I licked the base of his shaft where it attached to his scrotum and I cupped his balls in my hand. They were like two big eggs. I put one in my mouth and hummed. His legs twitched and his cock began to throb.
I was afraid he was going to cum and I wanted to enjoy this a while longer. I put my hands under his hips and then inched a finger into his asshole. The pressure made him jerk and his erection sagged suddenly.
"That's better. After all, we don't want the fun to end too soon now, do we?"
I returned my attention to his prick and began to suck and lick the tip as if it were a big lollipop. The skin of the thick, helmeted head was incredibly sensitive. Each time my tongue touched it, he twitched and jerked in my hands. I clamped my legs around his head so I wouldn't lose a moment's pleasure from that educated tongue.
I watched a thick dreamy dollop of cum ooze to the surface. Licking it up slowly, I savored the heavy, salty taste of it. He was almost ready and so was I.
I wrapped my lips entirely around the head and began to slide my mouth down over him. As I moved, my tongue caressed the sides of his prod, especially around the big vein in the center.
He moaned and pressed my clit against his teeth, nibbling at me. I sobbed as I came and forced my mouth down to the base of his shaft. I could feel its head pressing against the back of my throat. His dick was twitching and throbbing in my mouth and I knew he would cum any minute.
I drew back slowly to make room and I felt the first spurt hit the roof of my mouth. Swallowing quickly, I took as much of his cum as I could. It hit me with a hot, choking rush that filled my mouth. I swallowed it all and began to suck his pole, eager to get every drop.
I was filled with the taste and the smell of him, but it wasn't enough. I wanted the feel of that thick cock deep inside me.
I moved down his body, reluctant to take my pussy away from his lips. He started to rise, but I pushed him back.
"I didn't say that I was done," I said coolly. "But...."
"But nothing. I'll tell you when you can get up." I moved down his belly, sliding my hands through the thick hair on his chest and caressing the sensitive skin around his nipples.
I moved up to my own nipples. They were thick and hard. My fingers closed around them. My breath came in a hiss.
My hands kneaded and caressed my tits while I rubbed my belly across his. I could feel the hair of my bush rubbing across his shrunken cock.
I inched higher and kissed him, probing his mouth with my tongue while my hands continued their working on my tits.
Bringing my breasts to his mouth, I pushed first one then the other between his lips. His teeth closed around the full nipples and I closed my eyes and moaned.
Rubbing my hand between his legs, I could feel his dick begin to harden again.
"Carol ... you're incredible ... I want you. I promise I'll be good ... Please."
I moved back down. I felt the hard tip of his cock on my slit. Pressing my hands against his chest, I took control again. Straddling his hips, I allowed only the tip of his cock into my pussy.
"Does that feel good? Do you like the feel of my body around yours?"
His eyes were closed and he moaned.
I pushed back another inch. "Feel how tight I am! I can squeeze you like a grape." I did and his eyes glazed.
"Oh. Did I make you feel bad? Here, does this help?" I raised myself back up until his cock was just inside my slit.
"No ... Please, please....
I began to move back again, sliding backwards just an inch at a time. When I was halfway down, I stopped. Squeezing his prick with the muscles of my cunt, I began a slow, steady pace. Squeeze, move, squeeze, move. By the time I'd moved another two inches, he was moaning beneath me.
I reached the hilt of his dick. It felt good to have it finally all the way in. My breath was coming in ragged bursts, but I could see he was in worse shape than I was.
My pussy felt so wet I was sure that I was flooding him with my cum. When I ground my hips on his for a moment and began to raise myself back up, I could hear the wet sucking sound of his cock coming slowly out of me.
Just before he came all the way out, I stopped. Waiting for the right moment, I moved back on him. This time I buried his cock in one smooth motion.
Moving faster now, I began an in and out rhythm that had us both moaning and gasping for breath. Sweat broke out on my body and I felt my emotions build to a sharp peak of excitement.
Dave grunted below me. I ran my fingers across his chest and then moved quickly up to my own breasts. Squeezing my tits, I felt him explode deep inside me and I felt my cum mix with his and fill me. I sobbed and collapsed on his stomach.
I got up and started to dress.
"Hey, what about me?"
I looked at him and grinned. "I'm sure your partner will take care of that when he gets here. In fact, he'll probably enjoy this.
Dave twitched and rolled on the bed. I was at the door when he called out to me desperately.
"You don't know the rest. If you walk out of here now, they'll get you in an hour. You don't even know who's after you."
He had a point. I stopped and looked at him. "All right."
"Untie me!"
I hesitated. "If I turn you loose, what's in it for me?"
"I'll tell you the story."
"And get my painting back?"
"Fair enough."
Dave put out his hands, but I shook my head. I didn't want to give him that much freedom. I cut the bonds on his ankles.
"Who has it?" I said.
"If I tell you, will you help us get him?"
I nodded.
"Roger Walters."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I couldn't believe it. "Roger?"
"Believe it, Carol." He was dead serious and stared into my eyes. "Not everyone is what they seem."
I thought about meeting him and the cruel look of his eyes. I shivered at how close I'd come to disaster. Then I thought about my painting.
"That bastard has my painting!"
Dave grinned. "That's better. How would you like to get it back?"
"Would I? What do you think?"
"Will you work with us then?"
I nodded again. "Now I suppose you want me to untie you?"
He looked at me with such a pleading expression that I had to laugh. I untied the last knots and he sat up in the bed and rubbed his wrists and ankles.
"I want to hear the rest of the story." I sat down on the bed and watched him.
"We've been watching Roger for some time. Two years ago his business was bankrupt and he was fighting off the creditors. Then suddenly money seemed to be pouring into his company and he'd bought an art gallery."
"For stolen chips?"
"We think that he had access to a number of secret files that were of interest to business in the Eastern Bloc. This proved so successful that he decided to branch out."
"What makes you think that he's using the paintings?"
"Well we intercepted a shipment after a tip ... "
"And you found them?"
"No...." He seemed embarrassed. "Our man was knocked unconscious and the paintings were stolen back. We stopped two other shipments after that, but found nothing."
I nodded as Dave told me that Roger must have gone undercover until this last shipment in my painting. We talked and he explained their plan. They were sure that Roger would try to move the chips to his customer soon. Their informant indicated that Roger was late on delivery and the client was upset.
Dave walked me to my apartment with the promise that they would keep a constant watch on me now. I didn't know whether to be happy or angry about that since they were using telescopes.
When I walked in the room, Bob was already there.
"Carol, are you all right?"
I was so relieved to see him I ran into his arms and sobbed on his shoulder. This day had been more of a strain than I imagined.
I went into the bathroom and Bob turned the shower on. He undressed me and then himself. I sagged against his naked body, too tired to stand.
The warm water was relaxing and I turned gratefully into the stream. Bob soaped the cloth and began to bathe me.
"Now, just lie back and relax. I know you've been through a lot. We'll talk about it later." His voice reassured me that everything would be all right.
I said nothing. It was as if I were his slave, waiting to see what he wanted me to do.
"Carol, I'm going to bathe you now, then we'll make love later." I swallowed hard and nodded. Bob adjusted the water and stepped inside with me. The water was hot and steamy. He took a bar of fragrant soap and began to rub my back. The rich lather smelled like a cloud of flowers.
I leaned back against the touch of his hand and he lathered my back, taking his time rubbing my soft skin. Beneath his hands I could feel my muscles loosen. He pushed his fingers against the muscles and I pushed back against him.
"You must exercise a lot. You have excellent body tone." His hands were at my waist. He began to soap the muscles of my hips.
"I work out every day. Mmmmm ... that's good. Don't stop."
He cupped and kneaded my buttocks, sliding his fingers deep in my cleft and rubbing the tiny anus.
Bob moved back to my shoulders and began to massage the back of my neck. I leaned forward, putting my hands against the wall of the shower and pressing my hips against his cock in the process.
"Mmmm ... Yes ... ohhh."
By now his hands were working down my sides. My tits stood out as I leaned against the wall and he began to stroke the sides of my breasts. I made no comment, but my hips pressed against him harder. I felt the hard swell of his prick in the cleft of my ass.
Finally, his hands went around my breasts, cupping them and pulling my nipples lightly. I was ready. My nipples hardened under his questing fingertips and I sighed again. His hands were firm and hard on my tits, rubbing and stroking them to arousal.
His hands moved downward and reached the vee between my legs. He dragged his fingers across the lips of my pussy and I gasped in pleasure. One hand went back to my breast while the other rubbed slowly across my twat.
I pressed against him and allowed his finger to part my legs and penetrate deep into my slit. I was wet and as his finger probed my tender flesh I sighed.
Turning me, he began to rub the warm lather across my shoulders and down over my breasts. My tits were full and hard. The nipples puckered and came erect under his fingertips. He bent down and began to kiss and lick the rosy tips of my nipples, dragging his teeth over them lightly.
"I thought we were going to make love later?"
"I changed my mind."
My knees sagged and I leaned back against the shower tile. Moving lower, he soaped the firm muscles of my stomach and into the tender valley of my slit again. This time the touch of his fingers made me moan. Gently, he eased his index finger into me again as the warm water sprayed across my face.
Rising, he pressed himself against me, keeping his finger pressed firmly into my twat. My eyes were closed and I began moving slowly, grinding my hips against his hand. His hands caressed my body and his lips found my nipples erect and eager for his tongue.
His fingers slid into my twat and pressed hard against the sensitive skin. I felt a delicious jolt of pleasure course through my body at his touch.
His voice was low as he whispered in my ear, promising a night of delight without bounds. His fingers fluttered in my pussy and I could hardly think.
We moved against one another until at last I cried out, pressing against his body. Turning off the shower, he led me into the bedroom and we began to dry each other. The coarse material of the towel was exciting and our motions became slower and slower. My pussy was so wet I could hardly stand it. I took his hand and led him to the bed, drawing a ragged breath of anticipation. with a strength that surprised him I pushed him back on the bed and kissed his lips. His tongue probed my mouth insistently as I pressed my body against his. With his knee he began to rub the lips of my pussy while he put his hands to my breasts.
Squeezing them together, he kissed first one then the other and began to suckle at my tits.
"Carol, your breasts are magnificent. So full and firm when I touch them like this." He squeezed them gently.
"Oh ... oh ... yes...." The tiny rosy peaks of my tits sprang erect in his mouth.
"Your nipples are like little flowers, unfolding beneath my touch."
I shivered with anticipation as he trailed a line of wet kisses down the valley between my breasts and worked his way to my pussy. Propping my legs up, he lay between them and caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
"I love your skin. It's so soft and so sensitive. You taste so good, I could just eat you up."
The first touch of his lips on my twat caused a spark to ignite deep within me and race to the tender lips of my pussy. I was on fire.
"Your bush is beautiful. The hair is so rich and thick. I love the way it feels against my cheek."
Slowly he parted my swollen petals and began to probe deep into the tender folds within.
"Your pussy is like velvet. There are little drops of cum oozing up like thick honey where I touch you. You taste like sweet cream."
I could hear the wet sound of his mouth. With each touch I moaned and moved my hips in a slow rocking motion that pushed his tongue ever deeper to its goal.
"Here it is. Hiding from me all this time."
When he finally uncovered the tiny button of my clit, my hips began to buck uncontrollably.
"That's it! Oh. Ohhh...." My hands clutched his thick hair and pulled his face deep into my snatch.
Bob's tongue was like the touch of a frantic butterfly. I shook uncontrollably as he explored my body. Then I could stand it no more. Pulling his hips over me, I rolled on top of him and spread his legs apart. His half-erect dick lay before me. Holding his shaft in my hands, I began to lick the length of him as slowly as I could.
It was like he had been given an electric shock. He moaned and his whole body jerked in my arms. A slow, clear flow of thick fluid oozed from him and I lapped it up, savoring the rich salty taste and the way his cock quivered under my touch.
His prick throbbed in my hands and I sucked him gently. I stroked his shaft and cupped his balls in my hand. Bob groaned and twitched as I took him in my mouth.
I felt his fingers probe my slit and I heard the wet sucking sound they made as they pumped in and out of my pussy. I knew the thick juice of my cum would glisten on his finger like tiny pearls. I heard him lick it up eagerly, then begin to part my pussy lips again, this time with two fingers. I moaned and moved against him, pushing his fingers in deeper.
I was insatiable! He probed the insides of my pussy with his fingers while I screamed and begged for more.
I took his cock down to the base and scraped my teeth across the sensitive skin as I withdrew. Bob moaned and the tiny veins along the side of his shaft pulsed. When I swirled my tongue across the thick reddish crown, he began to thrust into my mouth.
He pushed another finger into my hole and turned his hand. It was enough to start me twisting and bucking on the bed. My feet were firmly on the bed and I raised his hips into the air, pushing against his hand until his fingers were in my pussy.
I screamed as I came. My pussy was flooded with hot cum and I thrashed on the bed. I bit gently on Bob's cock and squeezed his balls, causing him to explode in my mouth. The hot spray of cum filled me and I swallowed squickly, desperate to get it all.
Bob was still hard. I felt his heavy cock rub across my tits and press against my belly as he moved over me. He gripped my ankles and raised my legs over my head. Then he pushed into me with a rush and I felt the wet slap of his hips against mine. My ass was off the bed and he thrust so deep into my pussy, I thought I'd cum on the spot.
Bob was like a fuck machine. He rammed that enormous pole into me faster and faster until my twat was soppy wet. I moaned and cried out, but still he kept pounding away.
Bob's eyes were closed and there was a look of pure bliss on his face. It seemed like he would hump me all night, but I finally saw a look of joy cross his face.
My pussy was filled with a hot flood of jism that went on forever. I was totally aroused, my own orgasm exploding in my belly. I screamed and collapsed in the bed with Bob on top of me.
Later that night I told Bob everything that had happened.
"Do you believe them?"
"Sure. Why not? They need my help to get to Roger. And, besides, how else am I going to get my picture back?"
Bob laughed. "I know those people too well. They're not looking out for your welfare. You're the bait. They want to use you to get to Roger. Besides they may still think you're involved."
I wanted to believe that he was wrong, but so far I hadn't been a very good judge of people.
"Even if they get Roger, you may still not get your painting back. Have you forgotten that it's the crucial piece of evidence?"
I felt my heart sink. I wanted that picture even more after having gone through so much. The thought of losing it for some indefinite trial was unbearable.
"What do you suggest?"
Bob put his arms around me. "Play along with them. Help them if you can, but be careful. I'll be in the background just in case things get rough."
I nodded to myself and held onto his hand. What he said made sense and I fell asleep dreaming about my painting.
The next day I called Phil. I had no definite plan, but I wanted to get back to Roger's house. Phil gave me the perfect opportunity when he told me that he wanted to do another piece in Roger's garden with me as the model.
I wasted no time accepting and called Dave for instructions.
"You'll be over there a lot. Be alert and keep us informed. We'll give you and emergency signal you can use."
"What good will that do?"
He laughed, "We have the place bugged and you'll be under surveillance all the time you're there. Nothing can happen that we don't know about."
I wasn't as confident as Dave, but I went with Phil they afternoon. Roger met us at the door and if he were surprised to see me he gave no indication of it. He led us out to his garden and showed Phil the grounds with evident pride.
I walked with them and felt acutely conscious of being watched. Not just by Dave and his men either. I felt that Roger was watching me very closely.
Phil selected the scene for the painting and began to set up his equipment.
"Carol, it's going to take an hour or so to get ready. You can relax for a while."
Roger took my hand. "Perhaps you'd care to use my pool?"
I was about to refuse when I remembered why I was here. I smiled at him and said that I hadn't brought a suit.
"Don't let that bother you. I maintain a complete selection for my guests. Those that wear suits, that is."
He studied me appraisingly and I gave him a smile that should have curled his toes.
I lay naked on the chaise and let the sun beat down on me. I heard a splash and saw Roger doing laps in the pool with powerful strokes.
I closed my eyes, but then I heard him get out of the water nearby. I looked up and saw him walking over to me. He was naked and the water glinted off his powerful body. His cock hung flaccid between his legs.
He studied my body carefully. I decided to act cool. It was going to be tough though. After all, he was very attractive. His chest was wide and powerful. His shoulders were broad and tapered to a narrow waist.
Even flaccid, his cock looked large. My mouth watered.
"Are you satisfied?" My throaty voice and the amused expression on my face shook him. He stopped his inspection and looked at me.
"Completely."
I got up and rubbed my body with the towel. I saw he watched the way my tits bounced and peeked out from the folds of the material. His cock twitched and I smiled to myself.
He took the drink I offered him and walked over to the edge of the lounge and sat down. I took the bottle of suntan lotion and gave it to him. Lying on my stomach beside him, I rested my head on my arms. "Rub that on my back to keep me from burning. Okay?"
He smiled and squeezed the cream in his hand. When he put it on my back and began to rub it in I closed my eyes and sighed.
As his fingers kneaded the firm muscles of my shoulders and back, I smiled and pressed back against his hands. "Lower please."
He worked the lotion into the smooth curve of my lower back and across my buttocks. His hands were warm and firm on my ass. I sighed again as he rubbed each cheek.
"Now do the front." I rolled over and smiled at him in a way that made his cock quiver. He started to work on my neck, but I put my hands on his and pulled them across my tits. He got the hint and began to stroke and squeeze my nipples.
While he rubbed me, I could see his cock begin to stiffen. I watched the thick head of his prick swell and I moaned softly and put my hand on his leg. I began to caress his thigh, scarping my nails across the hard muscles of his leg.
My nipples stiffened and began to pucker. He bent down and kissed each rosy peak, rasping his tongue across the sensitive skin. When he squeezed my tit and bit the nipple, I cried out softly.
"Oh! Yes ... yes...."
I squirmed on the chaise and raised my knees. His mouth moved across my flat stomach, leaving a line of wet kisses until he came to the mound of curly hair between my legs. Anticipating him, I moaned again and spread my legs.
He moved down the chaise until his face rested between my legs. Parting the swollen lips of my pussy with his fingers, he studied the wet, little hole of my slit for a moment before he licked the tender rolls of flesh.
I screamed and my legs jerked, clamping his face to my twat. He buried his tongue deep in me as I took his cock in my hand and squeezed.
He sucked on my clit. This time I bucked and arched my hips.
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhhhh...."
He licked my slit until the thick wet flow of my honey flooded his eager tongue. I moaned and sobbed while he concentrated on my juice.
Roger waited and then he began to nuzzle the hidden button of my clit. With the first touch I shrieked and arched my hips. A shudder ran through me and I collapsed back on the chaise, quivering.
I took his hands from my tits and I moved across his body. His meaty cock needed my attention. I took it in both hands and began to stroke it.
His cock was rigid and it felt like it would burst. I licked the swollen head of his prick and moistened my lips as I began to go down on him. I nibbled on the thick head and felt him groan softly. When I licked the length of his shaft and began to suck on each ball, I saw his pole pulse and throb.
He pressed me back onto the lounge and I felt the hard tip of his dick at the lips of my pussy. I moaned as he pushed slowly down on me until the tip was inside. "Ohhhh ... don't stop!"
I began to move against him as he held himself motionless. As I mvoed forward, he pulled back, keeping just barely inside me until I groaned with frustration.
Timing myself, I waited, allowing my tension to build until I thought I would go wild. Suddenly, I wrapped my legs around him and thrust my hips forward. His cock sank deep into my pussy and I moaned.
Then he began to pull back, moving as slowly as he could. Each time I tried to move against him, he stopped and kept his position until I gave up, allowing him to set the pace.
"Oh, keep it up. That's driving me wild."
He grinned and buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion. When his cock hit the bottom of my pussy, his head went back and all the veins on his neck stood out as if they would explode. I clamped my legs as hard as I could as he convulsed in passion.
Now he began to pump in and out of me until the lounge chair was bouncing under us. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat and our bodies slid over each other with wet slaps. The pungent odor of our mingled juices filled the air.
I felt the pressure building inside me until I finally ground my hips against him. I moaned and my climax filled my pussy with hot cum.
Roger groaned and stiffened above me, his cock erupting inside me. It felt like molten lava filling my belly. I screamed and came again.
Roger pulled out with a satisfied smile on his face. I was ready to collapse, but I knew I had to make him think of me as something special. I took his cock in my hand and bent down to gently kiss is.
Stroking it and licking the length of the shaft, I cried out softly. The taste of our cum excited me and I watched him and felt a tingle run through his body.
As I took his balls in my mouth and sucked gently, I felt a tremor in his cock and watched it begin to rise. In minutes, he was harder than before.
He watched in shock as I took him all the way into my throat. Now it was his turn to moan and sob. My thick hair fell across his crotch as my head bobbed up and down on his shaft. His hands went to the back of my head and he wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling me down on him.
He was going to explode. I felt the pressure build until I thought he would scream. I scraped my teeth across the tender skin of his glans and closed my eyes as bright sparks filled my brain.
I clamped the base of his cock and pulled away from him.
"Wha...?"
I smiled and kept my grip on his pole until it was pushing into the cleft of my pussy. Then I pressed against him until he understood what I wanted.
I stood up and put my hands on top of the lounger for balance. He bent over my back and parted the cheeks of my ass until I felt his rod caress my sopped rim. He kept up the pressure, answering my push with his own until I felt the walls of my body part and suddenly he was in my body!
It was tight and my cunt muscles clamped around him with a pressure that drove him wild. I was almost on my hands and knees and my tits hung down; lush melons waiting to be fondled.
His hips ground against the cheeks of my ass and he squeezed and kneaded my tits as I moved. I groaned and began to thrust against him. I was in ecstasy and I felt his erection swell up enormously. It felt like he would shoot at least a gallon of cum!
Roger yelled and I answered him with a shriek of joy.
I felt him squeeze my tits and suddenly her erupted inside my snatch. I moaned as he filled me. Then I felt a hot stream of cum dribble down my legs.
Roger pulled out and I felt a void inside me. I kissed him and fondled his dick one last time. Then we jumped in the pool to cool down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Phil was calling us and we rejoined him in the garden. I was surprised to see the body builder girl from the party there with him. She saw us and waved.
Roger walked over to her and hugged her. He turned to me and smiled. "Carol, I don't think you've met my head of security, Christine Myers."
I walked over to Christine and embraced her. "We met at the party. How nice to see you again."
Her perfume was light and flowery. It brought back memories of that night and I felt a twinge in my pussy. Her hard body felt taut against me.
Her voice was low and throaty. "I remember, I'm glad to see you again."
I looked in her grey eyes and felt that she was more than glad. My pussy twitched again, giving me a sensuous signal.
"Enough reminiscing, you two." Phil was obviously impatient. "Let's get to work."
He told us where he wanted us to stand and how he wanted us to pose. Christine disrobed and we took our positions. At first she took a pose just as if she were in a body building contest.
"No, no. Not like that. Here...." Phil positioned Christine and told her to relax.
He went back to his pad and began to draw. I relaxed and let my mind drift.
Although it was a warm day, it was beautiful in the garden. I could hear the faint hum of bees into the background and the slight wind rustling the trees case a cool sensation over my nipples.
"How can you relax like that? I'm getting cramped." Christine's whisper woke me from my thoughts.
I looked at her. Her muscles were still tense and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her body.
"Take your mind off this. Think about something relaxing."
She had a beautiful body. Slim and her muscle, her definition was incredible. I had never seen a woman body builder before and it was strangely exciting.
Her breasts were small and hard. Her nipples looked like tiny cherries waiting to be plucked. I noticed that she shaved her pussy and it emphasized the small folds of flesh beside her pussy.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
I smiled at her. "I'm thinking about sex. I think about what I'm doing or what's being done to me and I can't help but relax."
She tried for a moment. "It's no use. I can't concentrate. I'm too hot."
"Let me do it for you." I looked at her closely and began an increasingly erotic description of her body.
I could hear her sigh and I knew my description was having some effect. I was feeling it! My pussy was suddenly wet and my nipples had begun to harden.
Christine started to relax and I could see her nipples had become hard. I ached to take one between my teeth and suck on it. The tension between the two of us was incredible. I couldn't wait until we were through.
"All right. That's all for today." Phil began to put his things away.
Christine took my hand firmly into hers. "Come with me and we'll clean up."
I walked towards the house with her and yelled to Phil not to wait for me. Now I planned to enjoy more than the shower.
I watched Christine's trim ass roll as she walked toward the house, and I felt a sudden throbbing in my pussy. I imagined her twat open to my mouth. The thought was very appealing.
Her bedroom was surprisingly frilly and feminine. She led me to the shower and turned the water on. I was not surprised when she joined me under the hot spray.
Our shower quickly became erotic. I couldn't get enough of her body. I loved to run my hands across her muscles and yet know that she was a woman.
I kissed her and rubbed my hand across the smooth skin of her belly to the lips of her pussy. Christine sighed as my fingers slipped inside her and ske kissed me deeply.
I pumped my finger inside her in a quick darting motion that soon had her gasping with pleasure. Suddenly she moaned and sagged against me and I felt her muscles clamp down on my finger. I pressed down on her clit and she sobbed out loud.
We left the shower and dried each other slowly, building our erotic tension with the rough cotton until I was ready to scream.
I wrapped the towel around me and led her to the bed. She sat beside me and I kissed her deeply. Her hand caressed my thigh and I moaned softly.
Her hand had moved higher up my calf where the towel had fallen away. My right breast lay exposed in the folds and I could see Christine stare at it. I felt my nipple begin to harden.
"I've wanted you all afternoon. It was unbearable standing out there without being able to touch you."
Christine's voice was hoarse with passion and I felt my body begin to respond to her desire. I reached up and pulled her down on top of me. She needed no further encouragement. I could feel her hands part the towel. The coarse material was a delicious frictioning on my skin as she pulled it away.
"You're beautiful."
The desire in her voice was so strong I moaned. I stretched my body out on the bed, inviting her.
Christine's hands were tender and deliciously slow. She wanted to take her time and explore every inch of my body. Her fingertips dragged lightly across my skin, making me squirm with delight. It seemed like hours before she finally touched the lips of my pussy. I was wet with anticipation.
After she had covered my body with the slow caress of her hands, she leaned over to kiss me. I couldn't stand it and began to remove her robe, wanting to feel her hard body next to mine.
Christine pinned my arms to the bed. She didn't say anything, merely shaking her head and smiling. Holding my hands, she leaned over and kissed each breast. I could smell the fresh perfumed scent of her. It drove me wild! She licked and nibbled the sensitive skin of my breasts, working slowly around each until I bit my lip to keep from screaming. When she took the rosy bud of my nipple between her teeth and squeezed gently, I cried out and felt a sudden spasm of juices between my legs. I felt her breasts rub my belly.
Still holding my hands by my sides, Christine kissed and licked the length of my body until she came to the sensitive hairs of my pussy lips. I felt her part them with her tongue. Then I spread my legs and raised my hips as she began to probe, searching for the nubbin of my clit.
My legs had turned to jelly. "Oh Christine. You're good, you're so good ... Oh ... Oh...." The waves of passion swept over me and I exploded again. I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth eagerly licking my juices.
I thought she would stop but she didn't. The spasms of emotions made me buck and jerk on the bed, but still she kept on. While she concentrated on my twat, she'd let go of my arms. Twisting, I positioned myself under her and between her legs.
It was hard to think with her tongue driving me wild. With shaking fingers, I managed to position her smooth pussy over my face and I carefully licked the length of her slit. Another orgasm swept through me and I moaned softly.
Her legs clamped around my head and I felt her thrust her pussy down on my mouth. I pushed my tongue as deep into her passage as I could and I heard her moan loudly.
I pushed apart the thick lips of her pussy and I licked at the smooth wet flesh below them. I could see the tiny folds protecting her clit and I took one between my teeth and squeezed it.
Christine jerked and I felt her tongue flutter in my twat. I went wild and so did she. A sudden flood of warmth filled me and I heard her make thick sucking noises as she lapped at my flow.
I rasped my tongue across her clit and she screamed. Her muscles contracted and her honey filled my mouth. I swallowed her flow eagerly and put my finger inside her.
My finger was covered with her cum and I sucked it before sticking it in her again. This time I wiggled it inside her pussy and felt her thrash above me. It was at that point I saw the head of a thick cock appear in my vision. I looked up and saw Roger standing above me. His huge cock dangled obscenely in front of my face.
I kissed it briefly, savoring the heavy male taste of him. Christine still was unaware of our visitor and I smiled to myself. I took his shaft and positioned it directly in front of her slit.
My hands went around her hips and held her in place as he clutched her ass. I saw his muscles tense and with a sudden rush, he penetrated her. The force of that thick dick pushing into her tiny passage sent a flood of her cream out and I lapped at it eagerly.
Christine stopped sucking my pussy and a low moan emanated from her. Roger's prick was buried in her twat and I was nibbling on her clit. She tensed and then she screamed as she climaxed.
Roger began to pump into her, driving out a heavy flood of her juice on each stroke. I was in heaven! I could even lick his shaft as it moved in and out of her.
I saw his cock swell suddenly and I knew he was ready to cum. I squeezed his testicles gently when he buried his pole in her and I heard him groan. He clutched her ass and I watched as his cock pulsed, pumping her full of his cum.
Dribbles of it ran down her leg and I lapped at the flow. When he pulled back, I took him greedily in my mouth and savored their juices.
Roger recovered quickly and I knew that now it was my turn. Christine held my hands as he positioned himself between my legs.
I was already wet and eager for more, but when that thick cock began to move into my pussy I sucked my breath in with surprise. It felt like he was pushing a telephone pole into my twat!
Christine let go of my hands then and began to rub my tits, rubbing the nipples and making them tingle. Roger continued to press slowly forward.
Then he was in and I felt a delicious warmth spread through my body. He lay without moving until I thought I would scream. I began to grind my hips against the weight of his body. Slowly he pulled back. He moved so carefully that I moaned and dug my fingers into his ass.
I suddenly felt an immense pressure on my bottom. I looked down to see Christine pushing a large dildo between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned, then felt a sudden burning sensation as it went inside her. Now there were two cocks moving in the bed and the feeling was incredible.
Just when I thought that Roger was going to pull all the way out, he stopped and began to push back in against just as slowly. I gritted my teeth and tossed my head from side to side as Christine moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. I wanted to fuck forever like this! When he was only half way down I screamed. A wave of spasms swept through my cunt and I buried my head in his shoulder, biting him to hold back my sobs.
The rich heady scent of his cologne made my head spin. I wrapped my legs around his hips and tried to draw him into me. Christine continued to pump the dildo into her cunt while Roger moved like an immense piston. All the power of his muscular body seemed centered between his legs as he drove steadily in and out of my twat.
By now I was moaning constantly as one wave of passion after another rolled across my body. Roger moved faster and faster until his thrusts slammed into my body with the unstoppable force of a pile driver.
Christine threw the switch on the dildo and I heard it vibrate wildly in her snatch. I knew that the sensation was being transmitted to Roger because I heard him gasp and felt his body go rigid.
His cock felt enormous, a huge pole penetrating me. Roger finally collapsed on top of me with a low cry as I felt his hot semen flood my aching pussy like molten lava. My legs quivered and twitched. I pulled him close to capture every drop of his jism.
Christine showed me around the house afterward. I was in awe of all the art Roger had collected, but I saw no signs of my painting. I was reluctant to give up hope. Dave was so sure of his information that I knew it had to be around somewhere.
I got my chance when Christine was beeped.
"Excuse me." She pulled the tiny pager from her pocket and walked over to an intercom set in the wall.
I couldn't hear what she said but when she came back she seemed to be distracted. "I'm sorry, we have an unexpected delivery. Would you mind terribly if I left you? I've arranged to have a cab call for you."
I nodded. There wasn't much else could do. I'd been to every room except Roger's office and I hadn't found the painting.
She pointed the way to the door and left me there. I walked down the large staircase and was about to turn to the hall when I noticed a door ajar.
It was Roger's office. My heart started to hammer. Perhaps this was my chance. I crept to the door, listening intently. There was no sound so I slipped inside.
It was the type of office I would have expected from any successful businessman. On the walls were several very expensive paintings. One wall was filled with books. There was a large leather sofa and a huge globe. I started to move towards the desk when I heard sounds coming from the hallway outside the door.
I looked around the room in desperation. There were few places to hide. Quickly, I ran toward the sofa and crouched down behind it. The door opened and I heard Roger's voice.
"One more mistake, Charlie, and it's your head. She was here with Phil this afternoon."
"Did she say anything about the painting?"
I heard Roger's cruel laugh. "How could she? We have it."
"Isn't that enough, boss?"
"No one tries to rip me off. No one. Got that?"
"Yeah ... sure, boss."
"I want to make sure this painting goes out on schedule." There was a sound of an opening door and their voices faded. "And then I want you to take care of the broad. Got that?"
I felt a shiver down my spine. I had no doubts about who they were talking about.
The voices returned to the room.
"How long before the next shipment?"
"The Kasimura Corporation is looking for the new Dedex chip in two months. My contact promised delivery as soon as it gets out of applications testing next week."
"Good." The voices faded from the room and I heard the door close.
I waited a few moments and then I crept from behind the couch. I'd only have moments before the cab would pull up outside.
There was another door somewhere in the room. I searched quickly and stopped in front of the bookcase. There was a seam between two of the shelves that looked wider than usual. I pulled and felt the case slide out silently.
The cab was outside and I ran to the door and jumped inside. The cabbie looked startled as I yelled at him to pull out.
"Where to, lady?"
"Just get out of here!"
He raised his eyebrows and put his unlit cigar back in his mouth. The cab pulled away while I watched the front door for signs of pursuit.
I had the cabbie drop me off at George's. I was afraid to go home. If Roger didn't go there right away, Dave would see me get out with the painting and confiscate it for evidence. I had to come up with a plan that would let me keep Phil's painting.
George was surprised to see me. I asked him to call Bob while I fixed myself a drink.
"I couldn't get hold of him, but I left a message on his machine."
I took a drink and suddenly felt afraid. George saw my expression and he took me in his arms.
"Hey, don't worry. You're fine here till Bob arrives."
I snuggled against him, taking refuge in the warmth and the hardness of his body. He had just come from the shower and the feeling of his body next to mine made me crazy.
I pulled his head down and kissed him long and deep. His lips covered mine with kisses that made my senses reel. My tongue probed his mouth eagerly and I felt his hands unbutton my blouse. George opened my bra with casual finesse and his hands cupped my tits, bringing a wet flood of juices to my pussy. I moaned again and pressed up against him.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed. George lay me down as if I were a delicate flower and then he knelt beside me. I felt his lips on my nipples. My hands went to the back of his head and pulled him down. His teeth brought each rosy point to an aching erectness.
I couldn't stand it. I wanted him right there, right then. Taking his hand, I pulled him onto the bed beside me. I let him finish undressing me until I lay before him, naked and quivering at his touch.
"Carol, you're beautiful. You have no idea how exciting your body is." George took me in his arms.
I almost cried with joy as he kissed me and his hands discovered my body. His tenderness made me sob with desire and I almost climaxed instantly. I felt my passion rise to new heights as he touched me. This was the way it was supposed to be.
I parted his robe and eased it from his body. I caressed his muscled arms and traced a line down his thigh to the core of his sex with my fingernail.
His hard cock hung in front of my face like a thick pole and I took it in my hands, delighting in the texture and the feel of his skin. The ridged shaft felt like velvet. I kissed the sensitive head, letting my tongue slowly lick the surface until a thin drop of cum oozed from between the tiny lips.
When George moaned and pulled me down on the bed, I was ready. I could feel the wet flood of my juices slopping in my pussy. He parted my legs and I guided the hard length of his cock to the swollen lips of my twat.
"You're so wet." His prick slid so slowly between the walls of my pussy that I wanted to scream.
He stopped part way and began to back out as slowly as he'd gone in. I groaned and my fingers dug into the hard muscles of his ass. I tried to pull him forward, but he resisted me.
Finally, he began to move back in again and I felt the first spasm rack my body with delight. My legs went around his hips and I thrust against him, driving his cock deep within my pussy. I moaned and felt another orgasm sweep over me in a wave that seemed to go on forever.
George realized what was happening and began to pump in and out with a steady rhythm. Soon he had me sobbing on a continuous series of climaxes shook my body.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I eased him over and sat on top of his hips. He smiled at the look on my face.
"Now it's my turn." I said.
I pressed my pussy down on him until it seemed like the thick head of his cock was pressing inward. Squeezing the muscles of my pussy together, I began to raise my hips. His body came off the bed slightly with each stroke I made.
Now I began to move steadily. Pump, squeeze, move, squeeze. I felt his shaft swell inside me until I thought it would burst. George's head tossed from side to side and his hands cupped and squeezed my tits.
Suddenly his hands dropped to my hips and I felt him sit up.
"What...?"
"Relax, Carol. You're going to like it." He began to get up from the bed and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stood up.
Now the weight of my body drove me down on his cock. George put his hands under my ass and I felt him raise me and lower me slowly on his pole. With my arms and legs wrapped against him, I could enjoy this new position. Each stroke seemed to penetrate me fully and I moaned with the feeling.
He clutched my hips and I clamped my legs around him. Now both of us were moaning. Finally, he picked me back up and lifted me until his cock was almost ready to pop out of my slit.
Slowly he lowered me. I clamped the muscles of my twat, creating pressure on his dick that seemed to make his eyes bulge.
George groaned and I felt his climax shoot off inside me as if it were a rocket. My pussy was filled with the hot flow of his cum and I sobbed and clutched him tightly.
When he lowered me to the floor finally, I could hardly stand. My knees were wobbly and my twat felt soaking wet.
I knell down in front of him and began to stroke his flaccid organ. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him again. George picked me up and lay me back down on the bed.
"Wait!"
He got up in spite of my protests. I sensed a sudden tension in him.
"What's wrong?"
"Thought I heard the elevator."
The door suddenly slammed opened and Charlie walked into the room. He was very casual about it. His hands were in his pocket and I was sure that he had a gun.
George started for him, but he just shook his head and the big man stopped. He pulled out the gun and smiled at me.
"Isn't this cozy. We get to meet again and I get to see all your charms." I screamed.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ain't this nice. You just been waiting for me."
George started to move toward him.
"Easy there, big boy." Charlie casually waved the gun at George. George stared at him as if he would tear him in two. Charlie sensed that and his motions became less casual, the muzzle staying trained on George's chest.
Charlie walked over to me and grinned. "Hi, babe. See you been exercising again."
His eyes drifted over my body and I shivered. I knew he remembered what I'd done to him.
"Get dressed. Somebody wants to see you."
I put on my clothes while he watched me closely. He saw the painting in the corner and motioned me to pick it up.
George stayed where he was as Charlie took my arm and started to lead me out the door.
"Oh, by the way. Don't get any ideas, big guy. You just stay there and stay healthy. She'll stay healthy that way, too."
He shut the door and we got in the elevator. He didn't say a word on the way down and that was the most frightening thing of all. His eyes never left me.
Charlie took me out the door. He kept a careful eye on the building for signs of George, but there was no attempt to stop us. It was obvious that he meant what he said about shooting me.
His car was outside and he pushed me into it. There was another man driving and we sped away before the door closed. To my surprise, we went directly back to Roger's mansion.
Charlie took me into the house and left me in a small room. I looked around, knowing I had to escape. The door was locked, but there was a transom on a door in the back. I piled some chairs against the door and found that I could just reach the small opening.
I squeezed through and dropped to the floor on the other side. I was in a long hallway. I went to the end of the hall looking for an exit when I heard footsteps coming from the other end of the hall.
I ducked into a room and shut the door quietly behind me. Too late, I heard voices in the room.
"Ohhhh ... Don't ... ahhh...."
I crawled behind a sofa in the corner. Roger and Christine were on a large bed in the far corner of the room. They were too busy to have heard me.
Christine was on top of Roger and she faced his cock. She held it in both hands and she was stroking it and kissing the tip. Her pussy was over his face and from her expression, he was driving her wild.
This was a fine fix. I heard voices out in the hall and knew that if they were searching for me already, they'd open this door shortly. From the hall I could be easily seen.
I crawled closer to the bed as carefully as I could. My precautions were unnecessary. From the noise they made, nothing could have distracted them.
Watching them made me hot. I felt a wetness fill my pussy. I began to stroke my breasts, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure of my bra. My nipples seemed hot and sensitive.
Christine's moans and sobs filled the room. Even from where I was, I could hear the sound of him slurping her juice. It started a tremor in my pussy and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to jump in bed with them.
The room was uncomfortably warm and I unbuttoned the top of my dress. I began to stroke the tops of my tits and felt the nipples rise to hard points beneath the thin cotton.
Roger's cock looked immense. Christine's hair spread out across his thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. I heard her grunt and moan as he thrust and she took him deeper in her mouth.
I watched Roger pick up an immense plastic dildo and begin to shove it up her twat. Christine moaned and thrust down on him. The hard muscles of her ass tensed and I felt a sudden wetness flood my pussy as I thought of what the fake cock must feel like.
I quietly removed my panties and began to stroke the length of my slit with a slow, sensuous pressure. I felt the wetness of my pussy lubricate my finger in anticipation of what was to come.
It seemed like it took him forever to get it in her, but finally it was completely buried in her pussy; only the last inch remained. Roger threw a witch in the base and sudden high pitched whine filled the room.
My finger slid in and out of my slit with a rapid motion.
I could feel the pressure mount deep inside me.
Christine shrieked and twisted in his arms. I saw the spasms of her muscles and I knew she must be going mad with delight. The vibrator hummed as she bobbed up and down on his cock at a frantic pace. It was as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
I put another finger in my twat and began a rapid fluttering motion that set my teeth on edge. I was on the edge now.
In minutes, Roger groaned and clutched her ass. Christine's voice became garbled a he erupted into her mouth. I heard her greedy gulps as she swallowed his cum. Great gobs of it stuck to her face. I could smell the hot aroma of his cum.
I thrust my fingers deep into my twat as my thumb pressed down on the button of my clit. My orgasm exploded inside me and I moaned.
The sound of my voice drew his attention. He looked at me in surprise. Perhaps this was my chance, but I had a more immediate need now.
I moaned again and went to the bed. I took his hand and pressed it to my pussy. Christine looked at me in momentary shock as I climbed into bed with them, but then she too began to touch me in an erotic way.
Roger eased my dress from my shoulders and stretched me out on the bed. My pussy felt like it was on fire. The skin of my body was so sensitive that every touch triggered a spasm that left me shaking.
As if in slow motion, I saw Roger and Christine bend over my body. Their hands explored me, caressing my most intimate passages until I was sobbing for release.
Roger's cock looked huge and I caressed it, marveling in the soft strength of his erection. It felt like a bar of iron encased in silk. I moaned as I felt him grow even larger in my hand.
Christine's finger entered my slit and I felt a shock that went to the core of my being. I could feel the touch of her finger deep in my twat and I twisted to bring it even deeper.
I was ready. Christine parted my legs as Roger knelt between my legs. Her hands guided his cock to the aching passage of my sex. I felt the thick head part my tissues and I gasped.
Roger's weight pressed me back into the bed as his dick thrust deeper and deeper into me. I moaned as I felt a sudden flood of lubrication.
Christine's hands caressed my breasts, bringing my nipples to throbbing half-inch points. I felt as if they were ready to explode. I moaned and pressed her hand down on my breast as she squeezed it gently.
Roger filled me. I felt his prick in the deepest recesses of my pussy. He began to pull out slowly, leaving behind an aching void. All too soon, I felt him at the end of my passage and I moaned.
It seemed forever before he filled me again, but then I realized that his pace was speeding up. Again and again he penetrated me. My arms went around his back and I began to call his name. His cock slammed into me and crated a throbbing, burning desire that made me want to scream. I felt his cum erupt and flood my twat. I screamed as he held me.
He grabbed my hands then and laughed. 'That was very good, Carol. I not only get my picture back, but you even made sure I got one last fuck, didn't you?"
I struggled, but it was no use. His hands held me tight.
"Get me those ropes, Christine. I want to make sure our guest doesn't fly away again!"
I looked at Christine in helpless pleading. I moaned and struggled, but it was futile. Roger began to laugh again, but Christine suddenly broke a vase over his head and he collapsed on top of me.
"Quick! We've got to hurry." She rolled him over and began to tie him with the rope.
Still in shock, I helped her tie up Roger. "I thought you were part of his organization."
She laughed so hard her tits shook. "So did he. I'm with the F.B.I."
Now it was my turn to laugh, but she quickly put her hand over my mouth. "I think someone's coming," she hissed.
We rolled Roger off the bed and I lay on the floor beside him. Christine stood up and reached for a robe just as Charlie walked into the room without knocking.
"Don't you knock?" Christine's voice was an angry slash.
"Naw, why should I? Where's the boss?" His voice approached the bed and I ducked down lower.
"Out." I heard Christine get off the bed. Her voice moved away as she talked.
"And he left you here all by yourself. Such a pretty body going to waste. Tsk. Tsk." Charlie's voice betrayed his lust.
"I don't suppose you could help me with that?"
"Well ... I suppose I could."
What on earth was she doing? Why didn't she get rid of him?
I heard the rustle of clothing. Then Christine's voice. "Here, let me take that gun. We don't want an accident."
I realized what she was up to and I waited for my chance.
"Hey! Take it easy."
She'd begun to take his clothes off and she wasn't being any too gentle about it.
"Relax. You're going to enjoy this."
Her voice was low and throaty. I peeked under the bed and saw her kneel in front of him and stroke his cock. When she put it in her mouth, I watched him close his eyes and shake his head.
She sucked and stroked him until I thought he was going to explode. His cock was immense and she could barely take the tip in her mouth.
Then she stood up and led him to the sofa away from the bed. She pulled him down and began to rub herself all over his body.
He parted her robe and pulled the material away. Her tits were small and hard, with dark points that ached to be sucked.
He'd just reached for one when she pulled back.
"Wait." She kissed him and reached for the strap of her robe.
I stared in amazement as he let her bind his arms.
She smiled at him then. "You're going to love this."
Her voice promised a world of delight waiting for him and he lay back on the sofa while she bound his legs to the corners. He tried to move, but she'd done a good job.
Now that she was done, I suddenly realized what she had been up to. So did Charlie, but it was too late by then.
He smiled at her nervously. "What happens now?"
"Now we have some fun." She stretched wantonly, allowing him to study her body, knowing that he couldn't touch her even if he wanted to. I grinned and sat up to watch. Charlie was too engrossed to notice.
Moving close to the sofa, she caressed her way down to his crotch. She cupped his balls and began to stroke his cock.
Then she knelt across him and began rubbing her tits across his cock until he was as hard as a rock. When she took him in her mouth, he moaned and arched his hips, trying to push further down her throat.
She brought him almost to the point of climax, then she pulled back. Sitting astride his chest, she moved back until her pussy was positioned just above his shaft.
Now she impaled herself on him so slowly the he moaned and pleaded with her to go faster.
It must have been a hard for her because I saw beads of sweat break out on her forehead. When she was finally all the way down, she ground her hips againt his until I thought he was ready to explode.
I moved my finger in my slit as I watched them. I groaned softly and began to pump my twat in rhythm to their motion.
Now she began to move. Faster and faster she went. I matched them with my fingers until the wet slap of their bodies brought me to an exquisite explosion like I'd never had before. Her head went back and I could tell by her moans that she'd climaxed too.
She writhed on his cock until it must have begun to shrink. Then with a grin she pulled off and positioned her pussy over his face.
"Now, suck me!"
Lowering herself, she brought the swollen lips of her twat to his mouth as he probed her with his tongue. I knew he could taste the mingled juices in her slit and he pushed his tongue deep into her.
I could hear her moaning and crying out as he licked and sucked her. When he nibbled on the button of her clit, she shrieked and ground her hips down on his face. With a final shudder she collapsed across his body.
I climbed from my hiding place under the bed and smiled at Christine. Her body was beautiful and she took me in her arms and kissed me.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Charlie tossed on the sofa, but he was tightly bound and it was no use.
I kissed his rigid pole, savoring the thick meaty feel of it in my mouth. Christine's hands roamed my body as I stroked his pole to its full size.
When he was ready again, I mounted him. I'd almost forgotten the wonderful feeling of that huge cock inside me. I pushed down and felt him go in. I was already wet so he slid inside me easily.
I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his thick rod inside me. Slowly I began to thrust down on him.
Christine rubbed my tits and squeezed my nipples as I pumped up and down on Charlie's cock. It went in and out of me with a wet, squishing sound. I was ready. I grunted and impaled myself with my muscles and felt him explode inside me. Hot cum shot into my pussy and lit a furnace in my twat. I screamed and my orgasm erupted in rapid succession to his.
Charlie collapsed inside me and I moved to Christine. I pressed her back on the bed and put my lips to the smooth flesh of her pussy. I licked the lips gently and heard her sigh.
I took the dildo and pressed it to her slit. The swollen lips of her pussy parted slowly under my pressure. As I watched the head disappear inside her, I turned the vibrator on.
The whirling sound filled our ears and Christine screamed and writhed on the bed. She swung under my legs and I felt her mouth on my clit. I groaned as she nibbled the tender button and a series of rapid orgasms swept through me.
We dressed rapidly when we were done and I called Dave. He promised to come over immediately. Christine waited until she saw the car pull into the drive before we left by the back entrance.
We left the chip in an envelope taped to Charlie's enormous prick. I made sure that a lot of his pubic hair was stuck to the tape when I put it on.
Then I took Christine to George's apartment. Bob and Ann were already there when we arrived.
"Are you all right?" Bob kissed me long and deep and I knew how relieved he was. From the hard bulge of his cock he was horny too. Christine stood in the doorway and studied George carefully.
"Let me introduce my rescuer." I introduced Christine but she hardly noticed anyone but George. It seemed the feeling was mutual.
I explained what had happened and answered their questions. By this time the sexual tension between George and Christine was thick enough to cut with a knife.
I gave up. "I'm kind of horny from all that's happened. Why don't we get down to business here."
I walked over to George and Bob and I began to rub my body against them. Christine and Ann got the idea and followed suit. At first, they stood motionless as we worked and I could only tell they weren't made of wood by the way their cocks became hard. But when I unzipped Bob's pants, pulled out his cock and began stroking it, he came alive and started to unbutton my clothes.
I let him undress me and I turned slowly in front of them. Then I stepped back. Unhooking my bra, I shrugged off first one strap and then the other. The filmy material fell to the floor.
My tits were erect and ready to be sucked. Ann came over and cupped them, kissing and licking each nipple until Bob joined us and began to undress her.
I smiled as I saw the mirrored lust on George and Christine's face as they watched.
I unzipped Ann's skirt and allowed it to follow my bra to the floor. Soon we stood naked in a pile of shapeless clothes.
Not a word had been said all this time. The room was filled with the sounds of rustling clothes and heavy breathing. I nodded to Bob as he pulled Ann to the floor. They positioned themselves beside me and began to caress me. The touch of their hands on my fevered body brought me to a quivering state of arousal.
Bob straddled my chest and his cock filled the deep valley between my breasts. Ann moved her attention to my pussy and I sighed as I felt the touch of her fingers on my twat.
I watched the thick meaty pole slide across my nipples. I pressed it between my breasts, thrilling to the feel of it pumping in and out of my tits.
With each stroke his dick came within inches of my lips. I arched my neck trying to touch it, but his hands held my shoulders down and he kept it just out of reach. I mewed in frustration.
"Ohhhh...." I closed my eyes and dropped my head back on the floor. Ann's fingers parted the lips of my pussy and I felt the hot, rasping touch of her tongue. I moaned again and shuddered with desire.
Her tongue probed my slit in a series of rapid thrusts that brought me to an immediate climax. I sobbed and clamped my legs around her head, bringing her tongue deep into my pussy.
The wet slurping sounds coming from Ann as she worked over my crotch drove me wild and I began arching my back and bucking my hips against her.
I looked at Christine and saw that she was wasting no time either. She was on her hands and knees in front of George while he was pushing his thick cock into her slit from behind.
By this time, Bob's cock finally reached my lips and I put my mouth around it. It was immense and I was surprised that I was able to get even the tip of it in. It filled my cheeks as he pumped into me.
I watched George grip Christine's hips and thrust suddenly. He buried his cock to the hilt and she threw her head and screamed in ecsatsy.
Her scream must have been a signal to Bob. I felt his cock pulse and I was filled with the sudden spurt of cum from his pole. Ann's mouth went wild in my pussy and I too screamed in pleasure.
Christine was moaning and sobbing incoherently now. George pulled back from her and I watched him begin to push that thick cock into her once again. At first she moaned, but then she began to push back just as hard. I watched the tension of their bodies in awe.
With a grunt, George gripped her hips and his cock began to slide into her. She sighed and moaned as she was being filled. He thrust and drove her to the floor with the force of his motion.
Ann watched this display and her fingers dropped to the lips of her pussy. I knew what she wanted and I guided Bob's now erect cock to her slit. She closed her eyes as he pushed his cock into her twat with one smooth motion.
Ann sighed and she knelt down over my pussy. From my position I could watch Bob ream her while she went down on me. I had the best of both worlds.
His thick pole slid rapidly in and out of her pussy. I could hear the wet slap of their bodies and I saw the dribbles of cum on his rod in a slick sheen.
I cupped his balls and heard him groan. Ann licked my twat and made me thrash on the floor. I cupped my tits and began to squeeze them.
Bob moaned and I watched in fascination as his cock got even thicker. The veins looked like they would burst and his shaft suddenly began to pulse. He slammed into her and gobs of cum shot out of her slit.
I licked and slurped each savory drop while Ann screamed and sent me over the edge of my own climax. What more could I want, now that I had the comfort (and cocks) of my loving friends?
