He put his hands to her firm tits and massaged vigorously, making sure that her erect nipples received rough attention, while he whipped his ass upward in staccato thrusts, driving his cock fully in with every lunge. It was physically debilitating work because Kam's twat held onto his cock and made his movements difficult, but it was creating the desired effect. He could see that the young girl's chest was heaving mightily, her belly was twitching erratically and he could feel her vaginal walls fluttering. She was squealing a high-pitched chant of erotic involvement.
Her moment of bliss was close at hand and Lance felt a sense of achievement. He was forty-two years older than she and he was still man enough to make her squeal and cry and whine to the prurient tune of his impaling prick. He was still man enough to make the sixteen-year-old nymphet have an orgasm even after he had come three times previously.
Her hysterical shriek interrupted his esoteric thoughts. "Mother! Motherrrrr-I'm coming! I'm comminnngggg!"
CHAPTER ONE
There was a slight look of apprehension on Lance Parker's tanned face as he watched the blond head bob up and down at his crotch. The uneasy feeling was interspersed with the ecstasy he was feeling as the girl sucked greedily on his throbbing nine-inch cock.
What if his sexual tryst with the girl were discovered? Losing his position at the Cactus Canyon Hotel would be the least of the consequences. Ostracism from affluent society and possibly a prison sentence faced him if he were found out.
Lance was fifty-eight years old, and the blond girl, whose suctioning mouth slithered back and forth on his rock-hard penis, was sixteen, the scion of one of Palm Springs' most prominent families.
But as her fingers tickled over his fully-laden balls and her mouth and tongue engulfed six inches of rigid muscle, inexorably pulling the semen from his testes, Lance forgot about the imminent danger and began to slowly pump his hips upward while sharp gasps of erotic anguish escaped his lips.
The teenaged nymphet felt his cock ballooning and knew that she was soon to receive the fruit of her wanton labors, so she increased the force and rapidity of her slithering mouth as her lips slid back and forth over Lance's thick circumference.
"Oohh, Penny, Penny," he purred erotically as the sperm left his balls and headed for the pink-eyed slit at the tip of his phallus.
Quickly, Penny moved to his pulsing crown and waited eagerly for the hot gusher. She wasn't disappointed. Lance's wildly spasming rod erupted like a volcano, and his warm jizm squirted into Penny's hungry mouth. She gulped down the viscous wads, mewling rapturously as she did. And when the spastic spasming stopped, she milked the length of his enormous cock until she had squeezed every drop of the precious juice from his urethra.
As Lance's penis retreated to softness, Penny moved beside him and nuzzled her vibrant young body into his warmth.
"Did you like it?" she asked, fearful that her enthusiastic efforts might have paled in comparison with the older women that Lance had had.
He put his hand on her firm, pear-shaped titty and gently fingered her pink nipple until it rose to eager tautness. "It was wonderful, Penny."
"You're not just saying it, are you? You really mean it?" she asked with the insecurity of youth.
"Scout's honor. I really mean it," he answered as he moved his mouth to her breast. His lips engulfed her rigid nipple and sucked gently as his hand tripped over her taut flesh and nestled into the snug crease at her crotch.
"Hhhmmmmm," she hummed softly as her legs fell limply apart, allowing Lance to partake freely of her young, weeping pussy.
His expert fingers followed tenderly along the slim trail of her labial slit, starting at the dimpled beginning and ending at the puckering rosette of her asshole. By the time he started his return trip, Penny was quivering excitedly and crying for him to penetrate her seething twat.
He obliged. With his fingertips, he popped open her succulent pussy-lips and delved the inner recesses of her tight vagina.
The teenager mewled and squealed ecstatically as Lance's educated fingers pressured her vaginal walls and slowly made their way to the apex of her vulva in search of her bashful clitoris. As he probed in the meaty folds he laved over her twitching flesh, slowly moving downward, slowly nearing the juncture where her thighs and torso formed a snug Vee.
His tongue was twirling the silken tufts of her golden pubes and his teeth were nipping at the flesh below as his fingers entrapped her distended clit. The blood-engorged finger of meat dispensed jagged tremors through her and she writhed and wriggled like an enraged eel.
"Oh, Lance, Lance! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
He mashed and pummeled the puffy node more frenetically and sucked mouthfuls of her sensitive inner thighs as her body arched tensely upward and heralded the advent of her orgasm. When she sagged into the softness of Lance's bed, the rapture of her climax having ebbed, he quickly grabbed her ankles and shoved her legs upward, opening widely the gates of her meaty paradise. He looked for a moment at the moist, pink flesh of her gaping pussy, and then with a lewd sigh he put his mouth to the inviting slot.
Penny's retreating passion quickly reversed its path and zoomed to hysterical heights as Lance's mouth captured her beleaguered nubbin. Her hips whipped from side to side as she tore savagely at Lance's scalp, the palms of her hands pushing his face more deeply into her scathing cunt-meat.
Lance cannibalized her clit and punched his finger through the tightness of her sphincter muscle to finger-fuck her asshole.
Lance hooked his thumbs onto her quivering cunt-lips and pulled them apart, burying his face in the oozing maelstrom. His tongue darted out and lapped hungrily on the copious flow, vacuuming in the honey like a famished bear.
Again her firm body arched as the cataclysmic tremors inundated her senses. When the overwhelming sensations ceased, she swung her legs off the bed and looked at the digital clock on the night stand.
"Oh, Christ!" she blurted out. "Father's expecting me to meet him for lunch at twelve-thirty. It's almost that now!"
She quickly got into the tennis outfit she had worn into Lance's suite. Halfway out of Lance's lodgings she remembered her tennis racket and returned for it, at the same time giving Lance a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. At the doorway, she stopped momentarily to ask, "Can we do it again sometime? "
He smiled and shrugged noncommittally. His indifference and indecision failed to register with the flustered young girl, and she left his room without really knowing his answer.
Lance lay back, lit a cigarette and wondered if he would do it again. Penny had, for all intents and purposes, practically seduced him. After her tennis lesson they had gone to his rooms for a Coke, and before he was aware of what was happening, she was in the nude and had his cock in her mouth.
It had been many years since he had had any sexual experience with a girl in her teens; forty years, in fact, ever since the day that he won the National Singles title and went on, in rapid succession, to win at Wimbledon, the French Nationals and the Australian Nationals. Since then he had been the darling of the international jet set, a sexual partner for every sensual miss and matron of society, some of whom were close to his age, but most of whom were a great deal older.
He had, unfortunately, missed the exciting years of youthful sexual experimentation. Instead, with the expert help of seasoned hedonists, he was quickly indoctrinated into the ways of carnality, and became a master of sexuality.
Now, at fifty-eight years of age, he still retained his youthful vigor and lean physique, and still serviced the sexually starved women of our overly affluent society. The only concession his coal black hair had made to the ravages of time was allowing streaks of grey to encroach along his temples and sideburns, which, instead of detracting from his rugged good looks, added a distinguishing feature.
As the tennis pro at Cactus Canyon Hotel in Palm Springs during the winter months and at Contra Mesa Health Spa in Orange County during the summer, he had access to the two things in life that he held most dear; sex and tennis, and not necessarily in that order.
His reputation in both fields was international, and he was a much sought-after guest at social functions, charity affairs, intimate dinners and more intimate parties. It had been a wonderful life, free of any financial worries or emotional stress, but now an unease had crept into his life. He sat on the edge of his bed and thought about Penny, the sixteen-year-old blonde who had just sucked his cock, the sixteen-year-old blonde whose tight, pink pussy he had just cannibalized, and he was worried. He was worried on two counts: one, because he feared that his perverted act might be found out, and that the society which so readily accepted his sexual promiscuity with older women might rebel and ostracize him; and two, her pink, vibrant flesh had stimulated him as he hadn't been stimulated in many, many years. He hadn't fucked her, but he knew that he wanted to. He knew that he wanted to put his mighty phallus in her tight vagina and feel the narrow slot mold to the shape of his nine-inch organ. And he knew that if the situation arose again, that if he was alone with that firm, vibrant flesh again, he would take her. He would ram his huge cock home and still the newly aroused passion that gnawed in his loins.
He was in an emotional dilemma and didn't know what to do. There were many teenagers listed among his tennis students, and now that Penny had made him peek once again at the desirability of youthful flesh, he didn't know if he had the willpower to resist the temptation.
As he showered and dressed in his tennis togs to keep his one o'clock tennis lesson, he promised himself that he would not have anything more, sexually, to do with teenagers. It would be ridiculous to jeopardize his cushy position for pubescent sex. Even if he had to overindulge himself on those women who were socially considered fair game to still his burgeoning desire for young, firm, tender puberty, he would. Better to do that than endanger his luxurious position.
He left his plush suite for the tennis court, confident that he would be able to cope with the parade of seductive nymphets who deliberately displayed their feminine wares for his edification.
His most difficult test would be Penny, and he knew it. He had allowed her to wedge her toe into the door of his sexuality, and he knew that she wouldn't be satisfied until she had completely entered the room. But he had steeled himself against her temptations. He opened the gate to the tennis court, assured within himself that his willpower was stronger than any teenager's pubescent bait.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hi, Lance," Sally Carson shouted, a beaming smile on her face.
Sally, whose husband was a conglomerate executive in Los Angeles, was at Cactus Canyon to trim and tauten her figure, not that it needed the slightest bit of cosmetic correction. At thirty-five, she was at the height of her femininity and sexual prowess.
She had been there for a week, and Lance had indulged his lust on her three times, twice in the afternoon and once at night.
He waved to her and called out, "Hi! Have you worked on your forehand?"
She answered, "Yes," but Lance's attention was focused on a startlingly lovely young girl at her side.
"This is my daughter, Kam. She's going to stay with me this week."
Lance was both pleased and bothered by the information. Sally had spoken about Kam, and Lance knew that the girl was sixteen and pretty, but Sally had understated the young girl's attractiveness. Kam had silken brown hair that was tied back in a pony tail, allowing her full face to glow in the warming rays of the sun. She had big, soft brown eyes that sparkled brightly as she spoke, and her lips were full and moist. In a fleeting glance, Lance could see that she had inherited her mother's full breasts, but they were more upright, more arrogant in their braless freedom.
Lance could feel a provocative desire in his loins as he took the beautiful girl's hand in his and welcomed her to Palm Springs. Then, almost testily, he said, "Shall we get on with the lesson?"
He felt foolish as they walked to the base-line. He was allowing the desirable teenager's sensuous appearance and his sexual insecurity with her to get the better of his emotions. It was stupid and adolescent on his part, and he quickly changed his attitude.
As he stood on one side of the net, hitting balls to Sally and Kam and correcting their mistakes, his eyes focused mainly on Kam's breasts, intrigued by their solid bounce as she nimbly scooted about the court. When she continued to bend her arm with each forehand stroke, he decided that she needed some personalized attention.
He stood in back of her, their bodies touching, his hand over hers on the grip of the racket. As he moved her arm through the proper swing he could feel her firm, rounded buttocks pressing into his crotch and his cock began to stir uneasily, but luckily his athletic supporter kept the stiffening of his phallus a secret from her.
A number of times during the lesson his hand brushed lightly along the undercurve of her luscious tit, and it almost drove him out of his mind. Even the heady smell of her perspiring body was like an aphrodisiac to him. He wanted to pick her up in his arms and carry her to his suite where he would fling her on his king-sized bed, tear her clothes and ram his thick cudgel into her tight, sweaty pussy.
He was still thinking of Kam's succulent twat, not knowing if she was virgin or not, and not caring, when he heard a saccharine-sweet voice call to him, "Yoo-hoo, Lance! I think it's time for my lesson."
Dumpy Clara Cavendish was at the edge of the court in her skimpy tennis outfit, looking like twenty pounds of blubber packed into a ten pound bag.
"Be right with you, Clara," Lance said and walked Kam and Sally to the gate. Kam thanked him for the lesson and ran ahead.
"What time's your last lesson?" Sally asked.
"I have a group lesson at three."
"Will you be available at four-thirty?"
"I'll make myself available," he answered.
She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I'll be waiting in my suite with something cool."
"I'd rather have something warm," he replied. "You'll have that, too," she assured him.
"What about Kam?" he wondered. "She might, inadvertently come in."
"She's sixteen, silly. She knows about the birds and the bees. If she comes in, she can join us."
The thought of having Sally's lovely daughter in bed incensed his libido, but he remembered his determined decision to abstain from indulging his lust on teenage flesh. "I couldn't," he said. "I'm fifty-eight years old and she's only sixteen. It would be like having an affair with my granddaughter, if I had one."
Sally, smiling lecherously, said, "You should try it. You might like it. You know, for every dirty old man, there's a dirty young girl."
Lance steeled himself. "I think not. At least not for me."
"All right," Sally said, not quite believing him.
"I'll see you at four-thirty."
She left the tennis court, and Lance walked slowly toward the obese Clara, whose huge, saggy tits heaved amorously as he neared her. Clara's mind was not on tennis, but on Lance's crotch. He conjured up mental images of Kam's luscious nude body. Sally had instilled a licentious picture in his brain, and he couldn't shake it.
He wondered what he would do if Kam should enter the suite while he was in bed with her mother. Would he have the will power to forego the wanton pleasure of her firm, young body, or would he succumb to the lust in his loins? It was a question that couldn't be answered by supposition. He would have to be faced with the delightful predicament before any concrete conclusion could be reached.
"Lance," Clara cooed, her pudgy face wreathed in a soft smile. "I'm ready."
The tantalizing image of the sixteen-year-old girl shattered as Clara's high-pitched voice clattered against his eardrum. He looked at her rotund body and thought, "You've been ready for two weeks, but I'm going to have to pass your action, Clara, darling."
"All right, Clara," he said aloud, "Today we'll work on your backhand and serve."
"Anything you say, Lance." Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings and she looked at him like a sick cow.
"Good," he said, putting a bucket of balls to one side. "We'll start with your serve."
She served three balls, and Lance cringed with each one. Two of the balls didn't even reach the net, and the third sailed over the fence. To say her form was abominable would be understating the facts. She was as uncoordinated as a Raggedy-Ann doll, but Lance smiled patiently and offered her encouragement, even intimating that she was improving. That was his job; satisfying the idle rich, ministering to their egos and tending their physical needs. And he serviced each of the guests individually. The men were taught tennis and taught well, for Lance was expert at the game. The women who were sexually acceptable were taught tennis and catered to in bed, while women such as Clara were taught tennis, flattered, and encouraged to spend more money, but were sexually ignored although he led them to believe that they had a chance.
Clara's hour was up, and she had failed to serve one ball properly or put one backhanded ball over the net.
He walked her to the gate as his next pupils entered the court.
"Am I improving at all?" she asked.
"Yes, Clara, you are," he lied. She was as bad then as she was the first day she walked on the court, possibly worse, but she was paying twenty-five dollars a lesson and he intended getting all he could before she gave up in disgust.
Clara was only twenty-two, but she looked like a dowdy matron of forty with the grace of a baby hippopotamus.
She muttered uncertainly, toeing self-consciously at the concrete court.
"What is it, Clara? Is anything wrong?" he asked, putting his hand on her cheek.
"Oh, no, nothing's wrong," she blurted out hastily. The smooth feel of his palm on her skin made her fat pussy twitch, and she almost had an orgasm right then.
"Would you have dinner with me tonight?" she asked, the words coming out of her mouth with machine-gun rapidity.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Clara," Lance said with sincerity that would do justice to Paul Newman. "I've already made arrangements for tonight. Another time, perhaps." And before she could suggest another night, Lance deftly showed her out of the gate.
"See you at one o'clock tomorrow," he said and walked toward the elderly Everly sisters as they waited for their lesson.
Clara, crestfallen but blaming herself for not having been more forceful, walked toward the hotel, hoping that she might be more successful the following day.
At four, Lance finished the last of his lessons and went to his suite, where he quickly showered before going to see Sally. Under the soothing spray, his thoughts again turned to Sally's daughter. He found that he was hoping that she would intrude on their rendezvous, and deluded himself into thinking that he wanted it only to test himself. He felt secure within, that he would be able to resist any temptation that the beautiful teenager would place before him.
He fingered the bell at Sally's cottage and a moment later, Sally, wearing only a wispy black peignoir, opened the door, a soft smile on her face.
"Hello, Lance," she said and closed the door. No sooner had it clicked shut than her arms were around his neck, her lips mashed against his and her crotch rubbing into his crotch.
The fly of his Bermuda shorts began to tent out from the stiffening penis behind it, and his hands cupped over the full roundness of her lovely ass while his tongue slipped between her parted lips and danced blithely about her tongue.
"How did Clara do?" she asked, her voice shallow with erotic arousal.
"You had to ask, huh?" he responded, his impatience with the fat girl all too obvious. "Why don't we have that something cool that you promised me and talk about something pleasant."
Lance sat on the deep-cushioned divan as Sally popped open a bottle of Liebfraumilch that she had cooling in an ice bucket. As she handed him a glass of the Rhine wine, she asked. "Do you mind if I get comfortable?"
Lance looked at her gorgeous figure shadowing through the flimsy peignoir and thought that the question was superfluous. He knew that he would be removing the lacy garment in a few minutes anyway, so she certainly didn't need his permission to take it off now.
"I'd mind if you didn't," he said with a warm smile.
Sally put her glass of wine on the coffee table and then dropped the black peignoir to the floor. Lance's cock stood up like a hooded cobra when her luscious figure was bared to his view.
Sally was thirty-five years old, but she had given in grudgingly, if at all, to the erosion of time. Her full breasts jutted pertly upward, and the dollar-sized areola featured pink, berry-like nipples at their centers. Her flesh was firm and glowing with health, and the subtle flare of her full hips molded smoothly into her thighs. At her crotch was a lush forest of shimmering brown pubes secreting the moist cave at the juncture of her thighs.
As Lance looked at the wondrous figure he wondered how closely Kam's figure resembled her mother's. If there were any comparative approximation, he would find it exceedingly difficult to resist her.
Sally sat beside him, tucking her feet under her buttocks, and he could see the deep pink of her labial slit peeking out from the curly growth at her crotch. She clinked her glass to his.
"To love, life, and the pursuit of happiness," she toasted. They sipped their wine, then kissed gently, softly.
"Aren't you going to get comfortable?" she asked, her fingers going to the buttons of his white sport shirt.
"You're the hostess. Isn't it your duty to make me comfortable?"
"Yes," she agreed, kissing him lightly on the chin. She put her glass down and undid the three buttons of his shirt. He switched the glass from hand to hand as she slowly raised the shirt over his head.
Lance's chest was broad, heavily muscled and deeply tanned, and for age fifty-eight, his skin was amazingly taut and smooth.
As he leaned back, relaxing in anticipation, Sally leaned over his chest and began to kiss wetly about his tight nipples, her tongue flicking tauntingly on the masculine organs. The feeling was sensually delightful, and the undeveloped buds began to stiffen, responding excitedly to her erotic attention.
Lance murmured softly and slumped lower on the divan, his legs moving straight forward and apart. It was an invitation to Sally to extend the area of her activity, and she readily accepted it. Her fingers tipped lightly to the waist of his Bermudas, where they undid the metal catch and then slowly lowered the zipper. As the metal runner slid lower and lower Lance's cock pumped stiffer and stiffer, so that by the time the zipper was fully lowered his penis was rock-hard and eager to become involved in a sexual confrontation.
Lance kicked off his thonged sandals as Sally hooked her fingers into his Bermuda shorts and underwear, lowering both garments at the same time. When the restricting material passed by his aroused phallus, the mighty nine-inch organ twanged erect, pulsing at his crotch like a quivering pole.
Sally had seen it before, fondled it before and thrilled to its thick penetration before, but she always felt the necessity to squeal ecstatically when it hove into view. Her slender fingers wrapped around its thick circumference as he kicked his shorts and underwear to the side. She put her cheek to the bulbous head and cooed as the silken heat permeated her flesh. While one hand lovingly stroked over the throbbing length, the other hand hefted his low-hanging balls.
While her lips parted and engulfed the rubbery flesh of the knobby crown, Lance traced his fingertips along the hard knots of her spine, following the bumpy trail to the crack of her ass. He could hear her mewl happily as his fingers circled about her puckering asshole, preparing the tight orifice for digital penetration.
Her hot mouth pulled in four inches of his enormous rod and sucked the ensheathed muscle voraciously as he punched his thumb through the heavy sphincter muscle and thumb-fucked her anus.
Her erotic cooing reverberated over the length of his imbedded penis and she sucked in two more inches of steely cock, all that her suctioning mouth could accommodate without causing her to gag.
Keeping his thumb tightly in her rectum, he spanned his index and middle fingers forward, separating her labial slit as he did. The two fingers deftly burrowed through the moistened folds of vulval flesh and sought out the epicenter of her sexuality.
When he captured the distended clitoris with his fingers, Sally's body contorted convulsively, and she sucked with frenetic fervor on his cock, pursing her lips to increase the forceful suction.
They were giving each other erogenous satisfaction; he through dual digital manipulation, and she through oral copulation. It was a heavenly mutuality, each attempting to bring about the other's orgasm.
Lance wantonly abraded her asshole and cunt, paying particular attention to her anguished clit, crushing it and tugging it between the strength of his fingers.
Sally kept up an unceasing wail of licentious excitement as her mouth rapidly slid back and forth along the six inches of throbbing gristle.
He could feel her body tense and her vaginal muscles contract spastically, and he could feel her teeth dragging along the tender flesh of his cock, and he knew that she was at the point of no return, ready to deliver a musky flow. He increased his wanton attention to her blood-filled clit and pummeled it unmercifully.
Sally's muffled shrieks vibrated over his engulfed shaft as her orgasm burst out of its bonds and inundated her guts. She was like an aspen leaf in a high wind as her body shuddered and quaked while filling her contorting cunt-meat with an oozing musk.
Lance quickly shifted his body, making sure that Sally's mouth never lost contact with his prick, and shoved his face into her crotch. His fingers spread the pulpy pussy-lips and his mouth and tongue invaded the seeping cauldron. He feasted hungrily on the lubricious flow, lapping in the pungent-tasting globules of honey-musk.
Sally screamed hysterically, her mouth slipping from Lance's cock as she became buried in the throes of unbridled passion. Again and again she climaxed as he sucked savagely on her beleaguered clit. And as fast as the manifestation of her cataclysmic orgasms filled her distraught cunt-meat, that was how fast Lance siphoned in the heady fruit.
Reluctantly, but with purpose, he left her quivering pussy and gathered her emotion-wracked body in his arms, carrying her quickly into the bedroom. There he deposited her on the bed and he lay between her legs, his cunt-hungry cock poking angrily into her damp crotch, she doubled her legs back and spread them apart, eagerly minimizing the obstructions.
He dropped forward, supporting most of his weight on his elbows and knees, and quickly captured a delectable nipple with his greedy mouth. As he nibbled and sucked the rosy bud, Sally reached between her legs and guided his dribbling cock-head toward the glistening slot at the Vee of her legs.
When the bursting glans was solidly wedged in the grasp of her slippery labia, she let it go and humped her hips upward. Whereas her mouth could only accept six inches of his thick prod, her cunt greedily devoured all nine inches and threatened to suck in his balls, too.
"Oh, yessssssss!" she hissed as the pounding tool knifed through her vaginal chamber and his fully laden scrotum slapped wetly into the crack of her ass.
Lance felt as though he had rammed his cock in a velvety wringer, her vaginal meat so molded to his pistoning prick. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels beat a rapid tattoo on his buttocks, dictating the tempo of his wanton lunges.
It seemed as though every fourth thrust into her churning cunt brought another more devastating orgasm to Sally. It was as though she had become a broken record, intoning hysterically, over and over, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He envied her. He had yet to experience his first orgasm. But the rapturous sensations that bombarded his libido almost made up for it. Sally was a human fuck-machine, and he wallowed in every wanton moment of their unbridled sexual encounter, even if he wasn't being buffeted by the tornado effects of climax.
Sally clawed at his back, beat on his twitching ass and writhed wildly beneath him, her frantic cunt pulling on his cock like a suction pump, and she was dragging him inexorably toward an eruption. He could feel it. He could feel the seminal forces mustering in his testes for a savage attack, and to that end he increased the violence and frenzy of his shattering lunges, undismayed by the burning in his lungs and throat.
Almost! Almost! He growled and grunted and rutted like an animal and he felt, at long last, the viscous seeds rush past the restraining valves and rush madly through his urethra, heading like rampant bulls for the unseeing pink eye at the tip of his cock.
"I'm commminnnnggg! I'm commmiinnnggg!" he bellowed like an attacking warrior, and the hot gusher exploded from his prick like molten wads, filling Sally's eagerly accepting cunt with its slippery warmth.
"Me too! Me too!" she shrieked joyously, as rapturously ecstatic over it as though it was her first trip into the emotional paradise.
Lance buried his huge cock into her and she locked her legs around his back, squeezing forcefully. Amazingly, he felt half of his balls being engulfed by the meaty folds of her lower labia. They clung to each other desperately, trying to perpetuate the tremulous rapture that encompassed them, but the exquisite sensation ebbed and then dissipated completely, leaving them with only the rosy afterglow of sexual consummation.
Locked in each other's arms, they dozed off, Lance's flaccid penis resting on the silken smoothness of her firm thigh.
CHAPTER THREE
Kam, Sally's daughter, and Penny Longworth, the sixteen-year-old blonde who had sucked Lance's cock earlier in the day and awakened his libido to the sensual attraction of puberty, sat on poolside lounges basking in the afternoon sun, their vibrant bodies barely covered by the bikini suits they wore.
The Adonis-type lifeguard sat atop his wooden platform surveying the crystal clear water of the large kidney-shaped pool, flexing his sinewy muscles and hoping that either or both of the lovely nymphets would find him attractive. And ordinarily, both of them would have been all over him, ready to lay down and spread their well-formed legs at the slightest provocation, but, unknown to each other, they were both after bigger and more intriguing game.
Penny had already savored the silken rigidity of Lance's prick, and her pubescent lust was uneasily crying for more. She was unsatisfied with the oral sample that Lance had begrudgingly given her. She wanted the massive cock solidly wedged in the tightness of her phallus-hungry pussy. Since she was fourteen she had been providing a meaty haven for juvenile penises, and now that she had met Lance and experienced, partially, the wonderful ecstasy that came with maturity, she wanted his cock. And she was determined that before she left Cactus Canyon Hotel and Country Club, she would have it.
Kam, too, had reached the same decision. Contrary to Lance's belief that she was unmindful of his cock poking into the crack of her ass as he showed her the proper forehand stroke, she was acutely aware of it. Her insides were trembling excitedly as she felt the hard bone pressuring against the humps of her rounded buttocks. If they hadn't been on the tennis court she would have reached back and grabbed the hard extension and pulled it out into the open.
Unlike Penny, Kam found out about older men before she even knew that young boys also fucked. Her father, a robust man of forty-two, was the first to put his steel-like rod into her virgin pussy. And as she sipped her Coke, ignoring the lifeguard's obvious preening, she had parallel thoughts about her father and Lance. She remembered back to the first time her father and she had enjoyed a conjugal bed, and the thought of the wildly frenetic experience sent shivers of excitement through her loins.
From the time that she was twelve, when fuzz was beginning to appear at her crotch and round bumps started to form on her chest, her mother and father had left their bedroom door open, knowing that their curious daughter would take advantage of the opportunity to watch them as they made love. And Kam watched them innumerable times, each time leaving the scene with a sticky moistness between her legs.
She remembered how big she thought her father's peter was, and she wondered how her mother was able to take all of that big thing into her pussy. It was even more astounding to the little girl when she found that one of her fingers filled her tight pussy. As time passed she became more free in her voyeurism, and her parents encouraged her. By the time she was thirteen she had become part of the prurient scene, her parents taking turns at performing cunnilingus on the little girl while she, in turn performed the sexual act on her mother, and performed fellatio on her father.
But she was becoming dissatisfied with only oral copulation, pleading with her father to put his penis into her pussy as he did to her mommy. He finally promised her that he would take her virginity on her fourteenth birthday. The following months passed slowly, with Kam crossing each day from her calendar with red crayon.
At last the momentous day arrived, and after a birthday party for Kam, which lasted until midnight, her father took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Her mother, Sally, drove into Beverly Hills so her husband and daughter might be alone.
Kam's lovely face beamed as the memory of the one-time-only occasion pervaded her brain and inundated her senses. It was as though it had happened the night before, the images she conjured up were so vivid.
Before her father touched her, he gave her a glass of Beaujolais to drink, wanting a rosy numbness to engulf her before putting his penis in her virgin pussy.
When he felt that the red wine had relaxed her enough, he stripped down to his shorts, his cock already hard with anticipation. Kam smiled and put her small fist around the rigid bulge, squeezing it lovingly. As she took it from its nesting place and kissed lightly about the bulbous cap, her father took her clothes off.
In the two years that had passed since she was twelve, the curly patch of brown pubes had filled in to create a shining triangle at her crotch, and her titties had burgeoned to almost full-sized globes of firm flesh, only slightly smaller than the luscious mounds that now adorned her chest.
Her father put his mouth to the tautness of her pert, pink nipples and wetly nibbled on the ripe berries. They sprang erect, and Kam purred her sexual arousal as Donald, her father, slowly lapped over her quivering flesh, wending his oral way to the tight crease below her brown pubes. His mouth and tongue had visited the pink slit many times in the past, but that time it was different, because he knew that it was only the prelude to the initial penetration of her tight, unused little pussy, and the erotic thought stimulated him to frenetic action. He used his thick thumbs to separate her delicate petals and expose the pastel hue of her inner labia. Her distended clitoris, at the apex of her moistened vulva, stood up like a chubby baby's pinky, beckoning to be loved.
With a heaving sigh, Donald moved his mouth to the blossom and gently nibbled on the erect node, his daughter's reaction was immediate and convulsive. Her tight ass wiggled and her narrow hips flounced crazily as she softly wailed her erotic acceptance.
He continued attending her blood-engorged nubbin until her body arched upward and only her shoulders and feet touched the bed, and as she squealed in erogenous ecstasy, he tickled her labia with the tip of his tongue, allowing the thick flow to gather unmolested in her tight twat to lubricate it for his phallic entrance.
Her hymen had long since been destroyed in a bicycle mishap, so he didn't have to face the problem of pushing through the encumbering membrane. At least she would be spared that pain, and he fervently hoped that she would be spared any pain. It was because of his and his wife's desire to spare her undo pain, as much as his unnatural desire to have sexual intercourse with her, that had prompted their decision that he should be the first male to have sex with her and pave the way for the bigger and fatter cocks that would follow.
Donald was not overly endowed. His copulative organ was skinny and only five inches in length. Not only would she not be subjected to some huge, unfeeling prick for her virginal excursion into the world of heterosexuality, but he would be more tender, more gentle with her than some young, inexperienced boy whose only thought would be to get his gun.
Donald placed a pillow below Kam's ass as the cute sensations of her orgasm ebbed, but he kept his face in her crotch, making sure that her passion stayed at a fevered pitch. By the time her ass nestled into the coolness of the pillow, her erotic desire to possess her father was still poignant and pulsing.
He moved between her widespread thighs and lay his skinny shaft along the moist meat of her labia, slowly frictioning it back and forth on the pulpy lips.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy," she cooed, the sensuous stimulation stabbing in her loins like a white-hot poker. She pushed and shoved her seething little twat against her father's hard pole, mashing the sponginess of her pink labia on the ungiving circumference.
"Put it in, Daddy! Oh, please, Daddy, put it in me!" she pleaded, her small hand reaching for the cock that had given her life.
She was ready and he was ready. He had lubricated her narrow passage with the slickness of her orgasm and, if he inched his way slowly into her unused vagina, she should experience very little pain.
"All right, baby," he said in a soft, soothing voice. "Raise your legs and spread them as far apart as you can."
She obeyed her father's instructions, straining to open her vaginal gap for him. Putting all his weight on the side of his face and his knees, he used one hand to part the adhering pussy-lips and the other to guide his smallish glans into the narrow opening. Once the knobby cock-head was pried between her hot, membranous petals, he let his cock go and grabbed her by the firm cushions of her twitching ass.
"Relax, baby, relax," he softly advised her, concerned that her body and psyche might rebel if there were too much pain. He pressured his hips forward, and the glans and another inch of solid cock pushed into her hot box.
"Oooohhhhhh, Daddy," she purred ecstatically as the alien invader spread the slickened meat of her vulva and gained entrance into her inner chamber.
"Am I hurting you, baby?" he asked.
"Oh no, Daddy. It feels wonderful."
He only had two inches of his prick into her tight pussy, but it was reassuring to him that she was feeling no pain. "Promise me you'll tell me if I'm hurting you."
"I promise, Daddy. Put more in!"
Donald moved from side to side, allowing her tightly engulfing twat to accustom itself to the meaty stranger that was forcing its way in. He drilled another inch into her steaming cunt and drew wails of ecstasy from his lusting daughter.
She, more than he, was enjoying the tapping of her unusual well. She was writhing and convoluting her hips, trying to get all the pleasure she could from the three inches of imbedded cock, while he, concerned with her sexual future, was being unusually cautious and restrictive in his movement.
"More, Daddy, more. Put it all in me! I want it all!" she squealed, humping her hips upward, trying to pull the rest of his skinny prick into her churning cunt-meat.
He had only two more inches to give, and he was suddenly beginning to feel inadequate. When he first entered her virgin twat, he was fearful lest he hurt her irreparably, but now he was fearful lest he couldn't satisfy her. He was aware that he wasn't big, but he certainly felt that he had enough to give pleasure and perhaps pain to a fourteen-year-old virgin, and now he wasn't sure.
His manliness had been challenged-not by an experienced wanton, but by an inexperienced virgin-and his ego rebelled. He suddenly wanted to hear his daughter scream out in pain. He wanted her to tear at his flesh as the agony of his pistoning cock registered in white-heat on her brain.
He clamped tightly onto her buttocks with his hands, and with an animalistic growl he lunged forward, burying all he had to offer in his little girl's pussy. It felt as though a soft, fleshy vise clamped about his impaling penis as his daughter's vagina molded to his shaft.
She did scream, but not in pain. She screamed in ecstasy! Her ecstatic squeals eased the ego-instilled anger from him, and he began to piston his tightly held cock with slow, easy strokes, pushing and pulling his throbbing phallus through the grasping, tugging cunt-meat.
Kam was overcome with the rampant sensations that raced pell-mell through her body, and she let out a continuous whimper of, "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy," humping her hips upward with each phrase.
Forgotten was the pain he might bring her, for there would obviously be none. All that concerned him now was to bring about his daughter's initial phallically induced orgasm, and to rid himself of the aching knot in his testicles.
Kam's lithe legs wrapped around his waist, and he lunged savagely into the snug slot she offered. It was incestuous and it was beautiful, for both of them. They meshed into a smoothly working single entity, driven on to a frenetic frenzy by a singleness of purpose; mutual climax.
"I'm coming, Daddy! I'm coming!" she shrieked in carnal awe. She had reached a climax many times by her father's and mother's oral manipulation, but those sensations paled by comparison to the exquisite rapture to which she was now being subjected. It was as though she had been catapulted into space. Twinkling stars scudded past her as she streaked through the infinity of the universe.
A moment later her father joined her in her celestial travels. His cock buried as deep as it could in the snug heat of her twat and shot out its milky sperm in spasming spurts, filling Kam's convulsing cunt-meat with its slippery viscosity.
Their lips met in a crushing, violent kiss and their arms locked about each other's body, striving vainly to prolong the sublime rapture.
"Hey, Kam!" Penny called out, and for a moment Kam was unable to shake the emotional stupor she was in. She could feel a warm dampness at her crotch and wondered if Penny were aware of it. She had a faraway look in her eyes when she looked in Penny's direction.
"A penny for your thoughts," Penny offered, a lecherous smirk on her face.
"Not enough," Kam said, returning the lecherous smile. "Not even if you mean the person, not the coin."
Penny laughed, and wondered, now that Kam had instilled the thought in her mind, if Kam might be available for an afternoon of soixante-neuf. Kam fleetingly wondered the same thing.
"Want to go in one more time?" Penny asked.
"Sure."
Both supple bodies split the cooling water at the same time and, in tandem, swam back and forth across the width of the pool. Completing the one lap, they clung to the tiled side, kicking the water gently with their feet.
"I think the lifeguard digs you," Penny said. "If you play your cards right, I think you can have him."
"He's foxy, but he's not my type," Kam replied, crimping her nose disdainfully. "I like older, more mature men. Besides, I think you're the one he digs."
"I've had him," Penny informed her newfound friend.
"How'd you play your cards?" Kam asked.
"I asked him if he liked girls and sex, and he said he liked both. And that's all there was to it."
Kam laughed. "Wow! What a romantic devil he must be. He just swept you off your feet. "
"I think I did the sweeping."
"Was he any good?" Kam asked.
"Not really," Penny answered. "He's too involved with his muscles. "
"That's why I like older men. They only care about one muscle, and they know what to do with it."
Penny looked curiously at Kam and began to get the feeling that Kam was referring to one person in particular. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she had to find out if she and Kam were interested in the same person.
"I'll bet you dig that gorgeous maitre d', the one with the pointed mustache," Penny suggested, fishing for the truth.
"Him?" Kam gasped. "He reminds me of an English fag."
"You do have someone particular in mind, though, don't you?"
"Uh-huh," Kam admitted dreamily.
"If I guess, will you admit it?"
"Sure."
"The manager?"
"Nope."
"I know. Conrad Story, the movie star. I saw him check in today. "
"Yech," Kam blurted out. "He's too greasy. Besides, everyone in Beverly Hills knows he likes boys."
Penny was reluctant to ask, but she had to know. She had to know if she had any teenage competition for Lance's cock. She knew that she had plenty of adult competition-that she could contend with-but another teenage pussy was a threat. Lance might be frightened off and lost forever. She was aware that Lance was averse to having sexual relations with pubescent females, because her girlfriend who had tried desperately to seduce him, and failed, told her. At least she, Penny, had made some headway. She had sucked his cock and he had sucked her pussy. And she was positive that the next time they were alone in his suite, or in any suite, he would fuck her. It was entirely possible that Kam could ruin all her plans.
"It couldn't be Lance Parker, the tennis instructor," Penny said casually, as though the thought were outlandish.
"It certainly could be, and is."
"Oh," Penny said, disheartened by the information.
Kam caught Penny's reaction. "You too, huh?"
"Yeah, me too," Penny reluctantly admitted. "But it won't do you any good. He doesn't dig teenagers. He thinks it's perverted to have sex with anyone under middle age."
"That's not true. My mother's under middle age," Kam pointed out defensively.
"Thirty-five is middle age. Shit, twenty-five is middle age as far as I'm concerned."
"Well, that may be," Kam said smugly. "But he sure was copping feels when he was giving me my tennis lesson. His cock even got hard. I think he can be had. Maybe he doesn't dig you." Kam wasn't being cruel, she was just pointing out a possibility.
"He digs me," Penny answered with assurance. "How do you know?"
"I know."
"How?"
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Penny said. "Promise," Kam replied, holding two fingers up. "He let me suck his cock, and then he ate my pussy. It was heavenly. "
"Oh, wow," Kam sighed. "Is he big?"
"Is he ever. At least nine inches, and the head looks as big as my fist," Penny said and balled up her hand to graphically show her friend the size of Lance's glans.
"Wow," Kam sighed and slipped limply under the water. When she reappeared, she put her arm around Penny's shoulder.
"We don't have to be in competition, Penny. We can both have him. He doesn't only go to bed with one woman. My mother told me that he's been to bed with half of the women guests in the hotel. Why not us?"
Penny mulled it over in her mind and realized that Kam was right. She wasn't in love with Lance. She didn't want to marry him. All she wanted was his huge appendage pistoning in her tight pussy, making her taut flesh crawl with ecstasy.
"You're right, Kam. Why not us? If we both go after him, we can break down his resistance that much quicker. "
"Right. Good luck, partner," Kam said, offering her hand to Penny. Penny took it.
"Good luck, partner."
They got out of the water and hugged before they parted toward their respective cottages.
"See you at dinner," Kam shouted.
"Okay."
The lifeguard sat on his wooden pedestal, his head moving quickly from one lovely creature to the other as the space between them grew, and he wondered where he had gone wrong. Girls usually went ape over him, but Kam and Penny confused him and dealt a crushing blow to his ego. Especially so since he had already been to bed with Penny and since Kam was obviously ripe for plucking, yet they ignored him as though he were a plate of chopped liver.
He was disconsolate when he looked to the side of the pool, searching his limited intelligence for a reasonable answer.
Clara, her fat body bulging out of the bikini bathing suit, stood there with her pudgy hands clasped over her belly and a sweet smile on her face.
"Hello, Rusty," she said.
He looked at her and smiled halfheartedly. It was going from the sublime to the ridiculous, but he knew that his job as lifeguard was predicated on being able to keep the female clientele of the plush hotel happy and sexually content.
He sighed heavily and resigned himself to his fate.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kam was swinging happily along the flagstaff walk nearing the cottage in which she and her mother were staying and wondering how she would go about getting Lance to make love to her. Ever since her father had taken her virginity she had been enamored of older men and disdainful of young boys, feeling that they hadn't the slightest inkling of the sexual arts.
And to prove her point, she had, almost scientifically, gone to bed with a cross section of American youth-rich and poor, white and black, big and small, athlete and nonathlete, educated and noneducated-and in each case she further strengthened her convictions that sex, like any other art form, became better with age and experience.
She opened the door to the cottage and called out softly for her mother but received no answer.
Thinking that perhaps her mother was in the cocktail lounge, she went to the phone to call her, not that she cared what her mother did or where she went, she simply wanted to know when and with whom they were having dinner.
As she waited for the operator to call the lounge she removed her bra, allowing her luscious tits the freedom they were used to. The only time she used anything to restrict their movement was when she went swimming, and then only when in public.
"Oh," she sighed in disappointment when she was informed that Sally wasn't in the lounge.
"Did you page her? " she asked.
"Yes, Miss Carson," the telephone operator answered. "But there wasn't any answer. Perhaps she's out of the hotel."
"Yes. Thank you."
As Kam hung up the phone a knowing smile appeared on her face. She knew her mother and she knew her mother's taste in men because it paralleled hers. Her mother could only be one place; in bed with Lance. She sighed enviously and went toward the bedroom, intending to shower and relax until her mother returned.
She stopped in the bedroom doorway, her eyes widening salaciously from the pleasant surprise she found. Her mother was indeed in bed with Lance, but not in his bedroom as she had surmised.
A quiver of lewd excitement raced along her spine as she observed his nude" body in restful repose, his limp prick laying innocently along his thigh. Since she first met him that afternoon, she had been mentally laying traps for him, deciding how she would lure him into bed, and now her mother had solved her problem for her. Sally had delivered Lance, and Kam was only too eager to take advantage of the situation.
She quickly removed her panties and moved toward the bed, her eyes never leaving the flaccid hunk of meat stretching so temptingly between his muscular thighs.
She lay on the bed, her head abreast of his cock, looked for a long moment at Lance's penis. Even though the meaty extension was in a limp state, Kam could see that Penny had told the truth. She knew that when it grew hard it would extend to heroic proportions.
Slowly, her hand moved to the resting warrior, and her fingers slowly encircled it. Gently, gently she kneaded the rubbery flesh, and she could feel Lance's blood pumping into it, rousing it from its deep slumber. When it was semi-hard, Lance moaned softly, shifted his body slightly and moved his legs apart, but he didn't awaken.
Her mouth was drawn to the stiffening organ as though it were a fleshy magnet. As her hand moved slowly up and down her lips parted, her tongue appeared and the flaring crown disappeared into her hungry maw. She suckled on the warm cap like a newborn babe, her tongue laving wantonly over the purplish glans.
A few moments of her amorous oral attention and Lance's cock was like a steel rod. Her mouth sank lower and lower on the throbbing shaft, her tongue fervently whipping from side to side.
Erotic sighs escaped Lance's mouth, and his eyes flickered open. Sleepily, he looked toward his crotch and saw the shining brown hair moving like an undulating sea, and he smiled contentedly. He had mentioned to Sally, earlier, that he loved being awakened that way, and he was delighted that she remembered.
He slowly gyrated his hips, moving his monstrous tool in and out of Kam's suctioning mouth.
"Oh yes, Sally, yes," he cooed, his eyes closed.
Now that Lance was awake and accepting her oral copulation, even if he did think it was her mother sucking his cock, Kam increased her activity and attacked his prick in earnest. More and more of the enormous weapon. disappeared into her tugging orifice, until all nine inches of the pole were engulfed.
By now Lance was squealing his Wanton appreciation. Lance had been with women whose expertise in fellatio was internationally known, and rarely had anyone been able to fully ensheath his monumental cock. He certainly hadn't expected it of Sally, especially so since she had only been able to take six inches earlier.
"Oh God, Sally, that's wonderful!"
From the side he heard, "What's wonderful, darling?"
Surprised, he looked into Sally's puzzled face. Then, knitting his brows, he looked toward the wildly bobbing brown head at his crotch. He looked back at Sally.
"You're not sucking my cock?" he asked. It was a stupid question with an obvious answer, but utter surprise can cause stupidity.
Sally smiled patiently. "If I am, it's a hell of a trick," she answered. She looked toward his crotch and began to laugh lightly.
"That little bitch," she remarked delightedly.
"That's Kam?" Lance asked, still slightly flustered but enjoying the oral pummeling the little girl was giving him.
"That's Kam," she assured him. "Like mother, like daughter."
"But she's only sixteen years old," he protested, but he made no attempt to stop her.
"So she's sixteen. Isn't she doing it well?"
"Extremely well! She's got the whole thing in her mouth!"
"She has a talent for sucking cocks. Don't you like it?"
"I love it, but she's only sixteen," he repeated, but his words held little conviction.
"Relax and enjoy, Lance," Sally said as she began kissing him about the face and neck, her fingernails scraping over his quivering belly.
Lance's intentions were admirable, but where the mind was willing the flesh was weak, and his libido took control of the situation. There was no use trying to fight it, the pleasure was too great and his passion too aroused.
He lay his head on the pillow and closed his eyes as he increased the convolutions of his hips, driving his torrid phallus into Kam's willingly accepting mouth. While Kam was sucking furiously, Sally leaned her chest over Lance's face so that her twin peaks of femininity hung temptingly near his mouth. He snapped at one pendulous globe and nibbled hungrily on the tautened berry while his hand kneaded and massaged the spongy mound.
While Lance was savagely cannibalizing her mother's tits, Kam was even more savagely cannibalizing his cock, keeping the entire rod entrapped in her suctioning maw. Her tongue snaked out to lap gingerly over his wrinkled sac, coaxing his testicles to give up their milky hoard.
The negating aspect of her tender age was wiped from his mind as walloping sensations ground and groveled in his loins. Her frantic, hungry, lubricious mouth was lifting him to blissful heights, and he wouldn't have cared if she were six years old. All that mattered was getting rid of the billowing knot in his balls, and Kam was tending to that.
With a nerve-shattering explosion, the semen raged from his testes and gushed in salty wads from the tip of his anguished cock to fill Kam's greedy mouth. He bit and tore at Sally's tits as the shuddering orgasm turned his body into a blubbery mass of protoplasm.
Kam hummed contentedly as she vacuumed in the spewing come and gulped it down with epicurean delight. Even when Lance's huge pole stopped spasming Kam stayed with it, milking the opaque beads from his urethra, her fluted tongue burrowing into the tiny pink opening at the tip.
Lance felt as though a suction pump had been attached to the throbbing head and was pulling his balls through the narrow duct. But there was more to Kam's unceasing attention than Lance imagined. It was her intention to keep the muscular protrusion from going soft. Now that she was in the ideal position to get the mammoth cock into her wanton pussy, she was going to keep him hard and ready, just as her seething vagina was ready.
Sally was attuned to her daughter's needs and desires and became a conspirator, aiding and abetting Kam's concerted attempt to keep Lance's cock from retreating to uselessness. She kept kissing him about the neck, chin, and teats, all the while letting her fingernails scrape an erogenous trail over his goose-pimpled skin.
The conspiracy succeeded. Instead of Lance's prick receding to its well-earned rest, it stayed magnificently erect, getting stiffer and stiffer with each passing moment.
Sally kept him busy with hot kisses and sensuous fondling, while Kam, her fist wrapped around his rigid penis, got to her knees and straddled his body. It wasn't until he felt his knobby cap prying into Kam's snug labia that he realized that the teenager was going to use his enormous cock in her twat.
Suddenly, all his iron-willed determination to abstain from sexual intercourse with puberty came to the fore.
"No!" he called out. "She's too young!" But Sally lay over the upper part of his body, her mouth crushing on his, cutting off his protestations, while Kam, her hands flat on his belly and her legs tightly against his hips, kept him from wriggling free as he tried to do.
His throbbing cap was entrapped in the tightness of Kam's hot cunt-lips, and she was letting her weight carry her lower and lower onto the thick stem. And the more of his phallus that became engulfed in the tight, hot, moist steaming quagmire of her grasping cunt-meat the less his anti-teenage determination became.
It was as though his rigid muscle were slipping into an oven whose interior lining was constructed of velvety embers. The spongy vaginal flesh molded to his cock and suffocated it, filling every pore and indentation like a lava casting.
When six inches had been sucked up into Kam's inferno, Lance was lost in a sexual limbo. If he had been asked his name, he would have been unable to answer, so intense were the exquisite tremors that bombarded his libido. In his sexual time he had put his massive dong into many tight holes, but nothing compared to the vaginal vise that had hold of his prick now.
He found himself wondering how so small and tight an orifice could accommodate his gigantic cock without causing pain to the receptacle.
The thought dissipated itself when Kam sank fully onto the impaling rod, her glorious ass resting on his pelvis. She swayed her hips from side to side, grinding his impacted joint around and against her constricting vagina, all the while wheezing and whining a mournful tune.
There was absolutely no resistance left in him as he began to hump and gyrate his hips in rhythm with the steady cadence that Kam had instituted.
The licentious scene created an irresistible urge in Sally, and she had to have the unleashed passion in her cunt stilled. She straddled Lance's face, offering him the juicy flesh of her flaming pussy to feast on.
He took one fleeting look at the moist meat and wedged his face between her labia, his mouth driving directly toward the lonely node of flesh at the apex of her vulva. He captured the clit with his lips and nibbled ferociously while her hips and ass flailed spastically about.
Kam rode him as though he were a bucking bronco, utilizing every inch of his cock to satisfy the lustful cravings of her impassioned cunt.
The sound of escaping air whooshed from her pussy as the tightly encased prick slid back and forth, creating a salacious vacuum. Lance didn't want to have his orgasm so soon. He wanted to keep forever the delirium that Kam's wondrously tight cunt was affording him, but it was that very tightness, pulling, tugging and twisting his beleaguered cock that brought his orgasm about.
His wanton scream of ecstasy was muffled in the depths of Sally's convulsing cunt, but Kam could feel the full force of his cataclysmic explosion in her fiery twat. The squirting semen squished loudly as Kam gyrated furiously, hoping to bring about her own climax before Lance's cock lost its stiffness in post-orgiastic contentment.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Sally squealed rapturously and settled her cunt more fully onto Lance's face so he could cull the flowing honey from her vaginal walls. And he did. He lapped in the musky feast ravenously, sucking in mouthfuls of spongy flesh as he did. Depleted of her passion-induced juices, Sally toppled limply to the side and Lance turned his full attention to the wildly flouncing nymphet impaled on his impacted penis.
Luckily for Kam, her tight cunt was keeping his rod hard, and Lance was still receiving ecstatic shocks throughout his body, even though he had already released his seedy package. It was amazing to him that his prick would remain erect after the deluge he had just sent forth. Usually his phallus would begin to soften shortly after he had exploded, but here was an extreme compliment to Kam's amazingly tight cunt.
He put his hands to her firm tits and massaged them vigorously, making sure that her erect nipples received rough attention, while he whipped his ass upward in staccato thrusts, driving his cock full in with every lunge. It was physically debilitating work because Kam's twat held onto his cock and made his movements difficult, but it was creating the desired effect. He could see that the young girl's chest was heaving mightily, her belly was twitching erratically and he could feel her vaginal walls fluttering spastically. She was squealing incessantly; a high-pitched chant of erotic involvement.
Her moment of bliss was close at hand, and Lance felt a sense of achievement. He was forty-two years older than she, and yet he was still man enough to make her squeal and cry and whine to the prurient tune of his impaling prick. He was still man enough to make the sixteen-year-old nymphet have an orgasm even after he had come three times previously.
Her hysterical shriek interrupted his esoteric thoughts. "Mother!" Motherrrrrr! I'm coming! I'm cominnnnnggggg! "
Lance dug his fingers into her thighs and pulled downward until the cheeks of her plump ass ground against the hardness of his pelvis. And he held her there, his nine-inch pole buried to the hilt, as the young girl tore at her hair in an emotional maelstrom. He held her immobile while grinding his cock in her, grinding and grinding his cock in her so that she experienced not one, but a rapid series of titanic orgasms, each one more acute than the previous.
When he finally let her go she toppled to the side, her damp hair clinging to her face and a thick ooze dribbling from her satiated cunt.
Lance's prick deflated like a balloon with a big leak.
The room was quiet, with only the deep, even breathing of the sexually contented occupants to disturb the serene silence.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later, as Lance lay on his bed after showering, he thought about Kam and wondered if it was truly his manliness that made him so potent. Was he really that sexually virile, or had Kam, with her excitingly youthful and tight pussy, stimulated him to outdo his normal sexuality?
He remembered that earlier, with Sally, he had had a difficult time in reaching an orgasm even though he found her sensuous and desirable. Yet when Kam performed oral copulation he readily gave up his semen, and then just as readily remained hard so she might utilize his cock for her vaginal needs.
There had to be something in firm, vibrant and youthful flesh that he subconsciously found overly exciting and stimulating, even though he consciously objected to the sexual use of puberty. Although he hadn't fucked Penny, he remembered how aroused he was by her and now quickly he attained his climactic state, just as he had with Kam.
Was he a pedophile he wondered. Did he subconsciously covet puberty? Did he find the sexual innocence, candor and enthusiasm of youth more stimulating than the experience and ease of age?
From his two experiences with teenage sex he was beginning to believe that he did, but he was wary not to draw any definite conclusions from the isolated cases. He still felt that it was immoral and socially unacceptable to indulge one's lust on pubescence. It was not only immoral, but criminally dangerous. It brought to mind the old warning of "She's San Quentin jail bait." It was a cliche that was inordinately true for, even if the teenager has given her consent, the sentence would be statutory rape. It was a possibility that had to be faced if he decided that teenage amour was what he wanted and needed to function at his full sexual potential.
He drew no concrete conclusions either way, but decided to hold a final judgment in abeyance until he could further study his sexual behavior. He did know one thing: Penny and Kam had unlocked the door to his sexuality, and now he would have to examine the room.
Later, Lance was having dinner with Margot Waring, a stunning redhead of thirty who had arrived at Cactus Canyon the previous day. She was socially prominent in New York, and was in Palm Springs for the annual Pro-Celebrity Tennis Tournament, a charitable affair designed to raise money for needy children's camps.
It was still a week away from the tournament, but the socially prominent and celebrities were already arriving. The pros, each of whom would team with one of the amateurs, wouldn't arrive until the day of the event, but the amateurs utilized the time to hone their tennis strokes and broaden their sexual scope.
Sally was having dinner with Conrad Story, the motion picture star who Kam said liked boys. Kam and Penny were with them, unescorted, but they were obviously scouting the room for promising prey.
They both ignored Rusty, the lifeguard, who was trying desperately to be polite to his date, the chubby Miss Cavendish, while trying just as desperately to get a sign of encouragement from either of the lusty young girls.
"Will you be able to fit me in for lessons?" Margot asked as she nibbled daintily on her Caesar's salad.
"You know I will, Margot," Lance answered, taking her hand. "I fit you in, in Palm Beach. I fit you in, in Honolulu. I fit you in, in Newport. Why should things change just because we're in Palm Springs?"
"I haven't seen you for almost a year, situations change," she reminded him.
"Not with me, Margot," he replied. "I'm a roue. Always have been and always will be."
Margot sighed and then smiled broadly. "That's a relief."
"You sound as though you had doubts. Tell me, Margot, has some East Coast Queen been spreading rumors about me?"
"As a matter-of-fact, yes," she answered. "Ben Coffer intimated that you weren't the man you used to be."
Lance laughed, not because Ben had been spreading rumors, but because, ironically, he had only shortly before been trying to determine why he was sexually more of a man than he used to be. He had pretty well decided that it was due to Kam and Penny, but he wasn't going to divulge that information to Margot. Neither was he going to inform her of his newly restored virility because he might not perform as well with her as with the young girls. He would wait and see, and the results would go a long way in helping him come to his final decision.
"I don't think it's funny, Lance," she said seriously. "If some dyke was casting aspersions on my sexuality, I would be very distressed. I know I was very upset when I heard him spreading that malicious gossip about you. And I told him so, in no uncertain terms."
He kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for defending my honor, Margot, but it wasn't really necessary. Those who know me, as you do, won't believe it. And those who don't know me, and believe it, fuck them."
"But why is he doing it? I thought you and he were friends. Platonically, of course."
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"It's really infantile. First, I beat him in three sets of tennis."
Margot, amazed that Ben would be upset by that, interrupted Lance. "But you've always beaten him at tennis. Why the hell would he suddenly be angered by it at this late date."
"I beat him playing left-handed."
"Oohhh," she said, giggling. "Yes, I suppose that would be rather humiliating."
"Then, after all these years, he made a pass at me. He actually wanted to give me head. "
"Why?" she asked. "He's always known that you're strictly heterosexual."
"I don't really know," he replied. "Perhaps to put me down and assuage his ruffled ego. Anyway, I turned him down, naturally, but not cruelly, and he left Contra Costa without even bothering to say goodbye."
"Oohh," she said, her eyes sparkling wickedly, "I can't wait to get back to New York."
"Just a minute, Margot. I didn't tell you about it to have it spread through New York's gossip mills. Promise you won't say a word."
"Oh, Lance," she sighed, disappointed by his negative attitude.
"Promise, or I don't think I'll be able to fit you in for a lesson, or anything else." His eyes were unblinking, and Margot could see that he meant what he said.
Ordinarily, Margot would have told anyone who threatened her to go fuck himself, but Lance wasn't anyone. He was a rugged, virile, attractive man whom she had traveled three thousand miles to see. A man with a nine-inch cock who catered to her peculiar sexual whims.
"All right, Lance, I promise," she said, reluctantly acceding to his wishes.
He smiled, took her hand in his and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you," he said, taking the humiliation out of her acquiescence.
"I'd be terribly upset if we had a falling out over an innocuous queen like Ben Coffer," he said softly.
"So would I. Let's forget him," she replied with a lovely smile.
"I have a better idea," he countered. "Let's dance."
He led her to the middle of the dance floor as the orchestra started playing, "Night and Day."
Kam and Penny watched enviously as Margot snuggled up to Lance, pushing her smooth crotch into his as his arm encircled her slim waist. Both girls mentally put themselves in Margot's place, pressing their hungry pussies against the hard bulge of Lance's huge cock.
Kam and Penny were living the moment vicariously, but Margot was experiencing reality. As they glided over the hardwood floor, her incensed twat was pressing eagerly against the semi-hard lump at Lance's crotch. The silk dress, slitted almost to her snug Vee, allowed her to feel his monstrous penis pumping to rigidity, and the life that was throbbing into it inflamed her libido.
Lance, too, was being impassioned by the closeness of the desirable creature in his arms. It had been much too long since he last held her nude body in his arms and made uninhibited love to her. He remembered how flawless her figure was, how voluptuous, how sensuous, how sexually capable it was, and his cock pulsed to rock-hard readiness.
He pulled her closer to him and nuzzled the rigid pole into the softness of her Vee while his fingers, resting under her armpit, gently moved back and forth on the bulging curve of her breast.
"Oh, Lance," she sighed softly. "It's been so long. I've missed you."
"Me?" he asked.
"It," she replied.
"I've often thought about you, too," he said.
"About me?" she asked, intimating the same thing that he had with his question.
Lance smiled. "About it," he answered, using his steely post to point to her pussy.
"Is there any reason why we can't go to my cottage right now, so we can relive old memories?" she asked.
"Only one," he answered.
Puzzled, she asked, "What's that?"
"We haven't finished dinner," he answered with a smirk.
"Fuck dinner," she said in a whisper, her lips nibbling at his ear.
"I have a much better idea in mind."
"So have I."
"Then we have a meeting of the minds?" he asked.
"We do indeed," she answered.
As they left the dance floor on their way to Margot's cottage, there were three sets of wistful eyes following their progress; Kam's, Penny's and fat Clara's.
Clara was all over Rusty as they danced, but her eyes followed Lance, knowing that he and Margot were heading for a conjugal bed, and just the thought of Lance in bed set her fat pussy twitching nervously.
"Rusty," she whispered in the youth's ear. He was only two years younger than she, but she looked at least ten years his senior.
"What, Clara?" he asked, as pleasantly as possible.
"I'm not hungry," she informed him.
"You're not?" he asked in disbelief. During the time she had been at Cactus Canyon he had seen her gorge herself on enough food to cater a week-long party.
"No. I'm upset. Please take me to my cottage."
"All right," he said, feeling elated for the first time that evening.
As they left the dining room, he had already made his plans to return and try once more to induce either Kam or Penny to spend part of the night with him. Failing in that, he would seek out some older but desirable woman to share his bed. There were many available, any one of whom was preferable to Clara.
Meanwhile, Margot and Lance had reached her cottage. On entering, she threw her arms around his neck and pushed him against the door, closing it and crushing her mouth to his at the same time.
His hands slid around her waist and then slipped over the rounded humps of her ass as her tongue snaked into his mouth and danced wildly about his tongue. One of his hands remained on the cheek of her ass while the other slid along the smoothness of her side and cupped over her breast.
As she abraded her enraged twat against the hump of his constrained cock he kneaded and massaged her full tit, tweaking her distended nipple through the silk of her dress. The memories of past sexual encounters were about to become reality once again, and both of them were carried to impassioned heights.
With great effort, Margot pulled her tongue from Lance's suctioning mouth and whispered breathily, "Let's go into the bedroom, darling."
He scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room, her face nuzzled into the warmth of his neck while his hand was over her firm tit, still ardently massaging it. When they reached the foot of the king-sized bed, he put her down and stepped back to look at her.
"Like what you see?" she asked provocatively, her hands roaming over her thighs, hips and breasts.
"So far," he answered. "But I always reserve final judgment until the package is unwrapped." Margot had a Mona Lisa smile on her face as she kicked off her shoes and then reached behind her to take hold of the zipper tab. She slowly lowered the long zipper and then slipped the dress from her lush body, leaving only the lacy material of her scanty panties between her and total nudity.
"Not even a slight applause?" she asked, her full lips in a pout.
"Not applause-accolades."
She pursed her lips and kissed the air, her thanks to his compliment. Her titian hair cascaded carelessly about her shoulders and her violet eyes sparkled mischievously as she hooked her long fingers into the elastic at the top of her panties and began to lower the garment.
Lower and lower they went, and tantalizingly, more and more of her flaming red pubic bush appeared from behind the lacy undergarment. When the fiery bush was in full view, Lance, almost involuntarily, licked his lips. The soft forest of fiery red tendrils was like a welcoming beacon on a stormy night.
When she had lowered her panties to her knees she let them go and wriggled them the rest of the way to the floor. Now that she was completely nude, it seemed to Lance that she was even more voluptuous, more sensually desirable than she was before. At thirty years of age, she was at the zenith of her sexuality and femininity.
Their eyes were locked in licentious contact, but they were unmoving, both enjoying the serenity of the lull before the raging storm that was to follow.
"How?" she asked, her smoldering violet eyes slowly moving to focus on the huge, pulsing bulge at his crotch. She knew that behind the restricting material of his pants was a raging animal that was straining mightily to be unleashed. She could almost feel the power surging from his loins, and she wanted it transferred to her loins via his muscular coupler.
"However it pleases you, darling," he replied, almost as though she had challenged him to a sexual dual and he was allowing her the choice of weapons.
She dropped to her knees. "I am your slave, O Cock. Command me to do your bidding." After she spoke, she fell prostrate before him.
It was to be the unworthy-slave-who-is-to-be-punished routine. Lance and Margot had indulged in the sexual fantasy before, but each time there was a variation. This time it was to be the supplicating slave who is to be sexually punished by the fantasized god, Cock, for her misdeeds. The wanton charade always bordered on the periphery of sadomasochism, but neither of them minded, because the end result was always sublime.
Lance folded his arms in front of him and drew himself up to his full height.
"Why have you come before the great god Cock? " he thundered.
"To kiss thy feet, to kiss thy balls, to kiss thy ass, and to kiss thy great cock, so my wish might be granted," she replied, staying in the prone position.
"I deny no petitioner, if she pleases me. If not, she will suffer the sting of my anger."
"I will please the great god Cock, I beg only for the opportunity."
Lance quickly stripped out of his clothes and hovered over her prostrate body, his enormous cock jerking heavily at his groin. He put his foot on the small of her back and pressed down. The air whooshed from her lungs and she whelped.
"Do you suffer pain?" he asked.
"No, great Cock. The feel of you is pleasure."
He put his foot lengthwise in the crack of her ass and roughly moved it back and forth. Again she squealed in a combination of pain and pleasure. "Do you suffer pain?"
"Only pleasure, great Cock."
"Roll over!" he commanded. "But keep your eyes closed. You must not set eyes on the great Cock until you have permission."
Margot, heeding his command immediately, rolled to her back, her eyes tightly closed. He put his foot on her tit and rolled the pliant globe beneath his sole, using enough pressure to flatten the fleshy peak.
She sighed and mewled ecstatically, her head rolling limply from side to side.
"Do you suffer?"
"Oh, no, great Cock. No, no!" she moaned, her nipples rigidly erect.
He moved between her thighs and put his toes in the heat of her musky slot, jabbing her wanton flesh with them. Her legs spread wide, almost forming a straight line as her belly quivered and her ass twitched from the glorious tremors that skittered through her sensate network. She whimpered and whined lasciviously and beat on the deep-piled carpeting with her tiny fists.
"You are worthy to kiss my feet," he intoned in an eerie voice. "But you will still not gaze on the great Cock."
Margot scrambled to her belly and crawled to his feet, where she lovingly kissed each toe, her tongue laving between them. The tickling sensation raced along Lance's spine and his skin goose-pimpled. His cock, already dribbling clear beads of lubricant, jerked excitedly.
"Now my ass, slave!" he ordered in a deep voice.
Margot obeyed. She got to her knees and made her way to his rear. Feeling her way with her fingers, she located his asshole and began to tongue around the brown orifice. Leaping sparks ignited in Lance's loins as she spread the heavy sphincter muscle with her fingers and forced her fluted tongue into the small opening. Her tongue darted back and forth, reaming the tight passage, and Lance's legs began to tremble from the exquisite sensations she was delivering.
"You are pleasing the great god Cock," he said, his voice quivering with erotic emotion.
She continued tongue-fucking his asshole, wallowing in the perverted pleasure she was getting from it.
"Enough!" he finally shouted, anxious to further pursue the licentious fantasy. "Now my balls, vassal! But if you touch the great Cock, you will suffer my rage!"
As Margot, her eyes still closed, moved in front of him, he pressed his huge tool upward along his belly and held it there. She started licking upward along his thighs, drawing ever closer to his low-hanging scrotum.
Lance looked down and it looked as though a ball of fire were approaching his crotch, her brilliant red hair gleamed so brightly.
"Oooohhh, ooohhhhhh," he moaned breathily as the tip of her tongue whip lashed over the wrinkled skin of his hairy sac. Then she lay the flat of her tongue over it and lapped hungrily on the seed-bearing bag. Charade or no charade, he wanted her hot mouth sucking on his anguished prick. He wanted to feel the wet, fiery interior of her mouth surrounding the crying behemoth at his crotch.
"You have pleased the great god Cock. You may gaze on the mighty idol."
Margot's eyes snapped open and she gasped in reverential awe. "Oh, great god Cock, thou art the mightiest of them all."
"You may suck the great Cock," Lance said to her with a magnanimous gesture.
As her lips enclosed the knobby crown, Lance wondered if she could devour the entire staff as Kam had done earlier. He moved his hips from side to side as Margot enveloped more and more of the fleshy Rosetta stone, his balls tingling with erotic excitement.
She hollowed her cheeks to create a greater pull as she slid her mouth back and forth along six inches of the muscular extension. He moaned and sighed ecstatically, erotically anticipating her mouth to further ensheath his prick, but his anticipation was in vain. Her fingers encircled the thick lobber at the six-inch mark, and try as he might to shove his shaft deeper into her sucking maw, he couldn't. He was becoming frustrated as he compared the mouths of youth and maturity, and Margot suffered by the comparison.
"More! More!" he shouted. "If you want to please the great god Cock, you must get all of the mighty penis in your mouth. Do as great god Cock commands, slave. Suck all of it! " His words were in keeping with the erogenous fantasy, but his wanton desire was real.
Margot was caught up in the sexual game, her actions being dictated by the impassioned turmoil in her groin, and everything that Lance said and did stimulated her to greater eroticism. She tried desperately to take all of the nine-inch tool into her mouth, but each time she passed the six-inch mark, she gagged and had to back off.
Sexually frustrated and angered by her inability to do as he ordered, he shoved her to her back, using his knee as the propellant. That, too, was in keeping with the spirit of the charade, and Margot shuddered ecstatically at the show of sadism.
"You have displeased the great god Cock!" he shouted. "You must be punished!"
He picked up her dress from the floor and twisted it until it became a knotted length, and then he doubled it, holding the loose ends in his right hand.
"Yes, yes!" she shrieked. "If I have displeased great Cock, I must be punished."
She was sitting on the floor, and when Lance lashed out at her with the makeshift whip, she twisted her upper body around so the dress caught her across the shoulder, the excess snapping across her tit. She whimpered and her head fell limply back, her eyes rolling in their sockets. He struck her again and she took the full force of the stroke across her chest, her tits smarting from the stinging blow, but her libido incensed by the stimulation. Again and again he brought the knotted dress to bear on her tits, belly, thighs and ass, each ensuing slap making her sensuous body shudder and quake in rapturous response.
She slid to her back and spread her legs widely, offering the oozing red slot at the juncture of her thighs for the final punitive attack.
Lance looked at the glistening twat, already slick with the heavy flow that he had engendered with the flailing dress, and he knew that it would only take a few more lashes to bring about her orgasm. With a guttural snarl, he aimed for the shimmering red target, and his aim was true. The twisted material snapped into her crotch and bit stingingly into her shuddering cunt-meat.
Margot writhed and wriggled uncontrollably, flopping about the floor like a fish out of water. Her constricted throat allowed only eerie squeals to escape her lips. Lance waited a moment until her violent movements subsided slightly, and then he snapped the dress at her unprotected cunt. She howled like a banshee as the silken whip nipped fiercely into the delicacy of her clitoris, and she continued howling her outraged passion as the culmination of her sexual turmoil exploded in a catastrophic orgasm.
He allowed her the moments of bliss, patiently waiting for the tremendous climax to run its course, then, concerned with his own seminal release, he reassumed the role of the great god Cock.
"Your crime against the great god Cock was heinous. Your punishment must be greater still," he said, and then whacked her one more time across her ass with the dress before tossing it aside.
The stinging thwack was enough to again instill the passion to Margot's loins. Her eyes glared and she looked longingly at Lance's teary-eyed penis.
"Do with me what you will, great Cock."
"Kneel on the edge of the bed," he ordered.
She quickly obeyed him.
"Lean forward on your hands."
She did. In that position, on her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass jutted out enticingly, the puckered rosette glistening like a ripe strawberry. Lance moved in behind her, his massive rod laying along the crack of her ass. He agitated it in the snug abyss while he reached under her body and grabbed her tits, rolling and massaging the spongy meat.
Margot appreciated the sensuous attention and wailed her erotic approval while her lovely ass moved in unison with Lance's slithering dong. A few moments of the amorous preparation and he left her tits, his fingers going to the tight entrance in the deep cleavage of her ass. He fingered about the deep red orifice, relaxing the sphincter muscle with a steady, gentle massage. Then, using his thumbs, he popped the tight pore open and poked his bulbous glans in.
She whelped as the oversized ball wedged into the tightness of her anus, but then a scintillating tremor raced through her and she waited anxiously for the rest of the staunch pole to skewer her.
Lance put his hands to her hips and clasped them with his fingers. With an animalistic growl, he shoved his hips forward and his nine-inch titan screeched like a knife through the narrow rectal canal and didn't stop until it was fully buried in the slippery slot.
Margot's rectum was tight, as he remembered it was, but it didn't possess the suffocating tightness that Kam's teenage twat did.
He began to piston his imbedded rod and the feeling was glorious, but it wasn't as glorious as the indescribable rapture he felt when he was pistoning his cock in Kam's pussy.
He had to put Kam's succulent cunt from his mind. He had to stop the useless comparisons. He had to concentrate his sexual efforts, on bringing about his climax. To that end, he began to unmercifully pummel Margot's ass, driving his thick stump with jackhammer force into her slippery bunghole while his fingers initiated a concerted attack on her distraught clit.
Three times Margot shrilly announced the advent of another orgasm, but Lance labored on, desperately trying to rid his balls of the boiling semen. His body poured forth sweat, his muscles ached and his lungs were burning, but he kept up his relentless rutting in Margot's tortured ass.
At long last he felt the sperm unlocking the gate to freedom, and he felt the first quiver of ecstasy as the seedy river rumbled through his urethra. Like a grenade he exploded, and he filled her contorting asshole with a torrent of squirmy jism. He held her immobile while his relieved prick spasmed its milky delivery into the murky depths of her fully packed anal canal.
The wrenching orgasm ran its course and Margot fell forward, pulling Lance, by his still entrapped phallus, along with her. They remained that way, united by his length of rubbery meat, until they fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
At the time Lance was carrying Margot into the bedroom, Clara was being escorted to her cottage by Rusty. It was a beautiful night; warm and clear with the full moon casting palm-treed shadows across the walk.
Clara walked slowly, her hand clutching to Rusty's arm, while he silently wished that she would move her fat ass so he could scurry back to the dining room where he would line up someone more sexually palatable for his night's diversion.
When they reached her door, Rusty kissed her quickly on the cheek and said, "I'm sorry that you're not feeling well, Clara. I'll see you tomorrow."
She held onto him. "You don't have to run off, Rusty. I feel fine."
"But, but," he stammered. "You said you couldn't eat, that you were upset."
Her pudgy cheeks puffed up as a wry smile creased her lips. "I was upset, but the walk in the moonlight made me feel better. "
"Oh," Rusty said, his shoulders sagging in disappointment. A healthy Clara was a formidable obstacle to his plans.
"Why don't you come in for a while?" she asked, batting her eyes seductively.
Rusty had successfully avoided a sexual confrontation with the obese girl for over a week, but he knew that if he stepped foot in her web, she would be over him like a blanket, and he'd have to satisfy her passion or lose his cushy position at Cactus Canyon. Her parents were heavily invested in the operation, but in their overall financial position, the Cactus Canyon was only a miniscule outlay.
Still, they carried tremendous influence with the management, and if Clara said one adverse word about him, he would be discharged without a second thought, and he knew it.
The job was vitally important to Rusty, even if it was only a part-time position to pay for his next year's tuition and board at UCLA, where he was studying to be a lawyer. Of course, he could get other part-time employment, but they wouldn't have the delightful fringe benefits and the money wouldn't be nearly as good, nor the work as easy.
He went into the plush cottage feeling much like a lamb being led by a Judas goat to its slaughter. He knew that once the door closed behind him, he was fated to be Clara's amour for the night, so he sucked in his breath and resigned himself to his fate.
"Sit down, Rusty, and make yourself comfortable," she suggested as she walked to the well-stocked bar at the far side of the large living room. She inserted an eight track cartridge in the stereo and turned the volume low, allowing the dreamy ballad to permeate the room unobtrusively.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked.
Rusty, shifting uneasily on the royal blue divan, answered, "A glass of sherry, if you have it."
"I have everything," she said, almost emulating Mae West's delivery.
If his sexual fate weren't so critical, Rusty would have been inclined to laugh at the heavy girl's farcical attempt at sensuality.
She poured two glasses of Harvey's Bristol Cream and delivered one to him, putting her lips to the edge of the glass before doing so. "To make it taste better," she informed him.
He smiled, and for lack of anything more appropriate to say, he mumbled, "Thank you."
Clara put her glass on the lacquered coffee table and kneeled beside him. "Excuse me a minute, Rusty. I'm going to get into something more comfortable." She left the room with a flourish.
"Christ!" Rusty grumbled. "I'm in the middle of a fucking 'B' movie!" The only thing that was missing was a director to yell "cut" at the opportune time. This movie, unfortunately, was going to be shot in sequence, straight through to the bitter end.
Clara returned in a frilly peignoir, and through the tent-like garment, Rusty could see her mountain of naked flesh. It was very possible that the sexually starved girl could give him a hard-off, and that would be as disastrous as if he had refused to keep her company in the first place. He was clearly on the horns of a dilemma: he couldn't leave without jeopardizing his position at Cactus Canyon; and he quite possibly couldn't come, which would be equally insulting to Clara.
She sat next to him, her hand resting on his muscular thigh. As they sipped the warming wine, her fingers described tiny circles on his inner thigh, and to his amazement, he began to feel tingles of excitement course through his loins. He wasn't sure if it was attributable to the relaxing drink or to Clara's surprisingly sensitive touch.
"You're very nice, Rusty," she said, resting her head on his shoulder and moving her fingers closer to his flaccid penis.
"So are you," he replied, reluctantly putting his arm over her shoulder. He knew that his fate was inextricably sealed, so there was no use in trying to delay the inevitable.
"Why don't you get comfy," she suggested.
He kicked off his shoes.
"Why do men always think that taking off their shoes is the epitome of comfort?" she asked, her fingers lowering the zipper of his body shirt.
When that was done, she pulled the shirt up and over his head. "When I talk about being comfy, I mean real comfy. You know, no clothes kind of comfy." She threw the shirt aside and put her head on his bare chest, her tongue tickling his tiny teats while her fingers fumbled with the snap at the top of his double knit slacks.
"Shit!" he thought, she was reaching for his prick and the damn thing hadn't responded in the least to her foreplay. It was still flaccid and unperturbed.
Clara unsnapped the clasp and lowered the zipper. As she sucked his teat, she asked breathily, "Can I have it?"
He closed his eyes and conjured an image of Penny and Kam lying in the nude. "Yes," he answered, imagining that it was the two nymphets who were requesting the use of his cock.
Clara hooked her fingers into his trousers and shorts and began lowering them both at the same time. When she had worked them down to his ass, Rusty raised up so she could lower them all the way. She did, and cast them aside, next to his shirt.
His shaft, ordinarily rigid by this time, lay limply between his thighs like an unfilled sausage skin.
She took the sad sack in her hand and began to gently manipulate the unformed flesh.
"I'm sorry," he apologized self-consciously. "Wine has that effect on me."
"That's all right, Rusty. I know how to get it up," she assured him. Her fingers flew over the flexuous penis like excited butterfly wings, and much to Rusty's surprise, the disinterested piece of meat began to swell. She worked on it gently, persuasively, and it jerked upward, higher and higher until it ballooned to its full seven-inch length. And even more surprising to Rusty was that, without thinking of Penny or Kam, he was being aroused. Clara's deft fingers were delivering tender loving care to his cock and burgeoning passion to his loins.
"It's a lovely prick," she cooed. "I want to suck it. I want to suck the jism from your balls. I want to suck your balls and your asshole. I want to eat your prick. I want to eat your fucking asshole. I want to feel your fucking cum filling my cocksucking mouth and dribbling down my throat!"
The more obscenities she used the more impassioned she became, and Rusty found that her use of the four-letter words excited him, too. If nothing else, he had always imagined her to be a complete lady, thinking that she wouldn't say "shit" if she had a mouthful. Her Mr. Hyde emergence stimulated him, excited him, made him suddenly want her lips wrapped around his erect pole.
"Yes, yes!" he wailed. "Do it! Don't talk about it you fucking cunt. Suck my prick into your horny mouth and suck my balls off!"
"Ooohhhh, Rusty, Rusty! I will, I will! I'll suck your balls up through your cock!" she screeched licentiously. Then, like an attacking chicken hawk she swooped down on the unprotected prey, vacuuming in the entire seven inches of steaming muscle in one gurgling gulp.
"Get it, motherfucker! Tongue my balls!" he wantonly ordered her as her mouth slithered up and down the throbbing pole.
As though he had released a hidden catch, her thick tongue darted out and slavered over his bulging scrotum, whip lashing back and forth on the vein-flecked skin.
"That's it, cunt! Do it, cocksucker! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" he screamed. And with each lewd suggestion he humped his hard lobber into her suctioning cauldron. He continued the obscene harangue, incensing Clara to frenetic response. The fat girl's hair flew wildly about and her blubbery body shook as she gourmandized his entrapped phallus.
When she felt his cock begin to swell, portending the advent of his orgasm, she took her mouth from it.
"Noooooo!" he wailed pitiably. "Get the load out! I'm almost ready to drop my load! Don't stop! Keep sucking! Keep sucking!" He put his hand in her hair and tried to pull her mouth back to his anguished prick.
"Lay on your back!" she suggested, her eyes glazed with overwhelming passion. "I want my cunt to get your load!"
At that point Rusty didn't care how she brought about his climax, just so he got rid of the agonizing knot in his guts. He quickly flopped to his back, his quivering cock towering skyward like a flesh-colored monolith.
Clara whipped off her peignoir and the blubbery flesh lay in folds, the lowest of which obscured her crotch from view. Her huge, pendulous tits sagged to the middle of her abdomen, and the deep red nipples were in the center of areola that appeared to be the size of pancakes.
Rusty didn't care what she looked like. Raquel Welch couldn't have looked any better to him, she had so aroused him. And as she scrambled astraddle of him, he could at last see the gaping canyon of her cunt, and he wondered how his meager seven inches of penis could fill that bottomless hole.
She growled anxiously as she grabbed his cock just below the crown with one hand and parted the fatty layers of her labia with the other. Her pulpy cuntlips snapped at his rod and clamped about the head, holding it solidly in the sweating flesh.
Screaming a loud, "Fuck!" she let her weight sink on the entrapped organ, and it disappeared into the sea of meat, her puffy ass coming to rest on his pelvis. Her head fell limply back and her eyes rolled ecstatically.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she kept repeating over and over, her voice shallow, as though coming from an echo chamber.
She wasn't moving, and Rusty, because of her oppressive weight, wasn't either. But he felt her cunt close about his embedded cock like a giant fist, squeezing, pulling, tugging, twisting and massaging it. He had heard about educated cunts and snapping pussies, but Clara's cunt must have a Ph.D. in the art of scatological behavior, he thought.
She had come out of her cocoon and emerged a beauteous creature, and he was cursing himself for having avoided her all this time when she had such a sexually magnificent instrument between her fat thighs.
"I'm coming!" he wailed as the undulating cunt pulled his jism out in hot wads. The seedy torrent was still spewing from his besieged prick when Clara's huge body shuddered uncontrollably, the fatty layers cresting and falling like a fleshy ocean.
She wasn't satisfied with one climax, and she kept her vaginal muscles actively engaged around Rusty's penis, keeping its stiffness from dissipating. A few moments more of the relentless vaginal manipulation and she culled another wanton load from Rusty's aching balls while she enjoyed a continuing series of holocaustic explosions.
"No more, Clara. Please! My balls feel like an elephant has stepped on them," Rusty pleaded weakly.
She smiled contentedly. She had pounded another man into a helpless hulk while satiating her own hungering lust.
"Never judge a book by its cover," she said, smiling sweetly. She got off him and looked down at his red, limp penis as she slipped into her peignoir, a disdainful smirk on her face.
She walked to her bedroom, calling back to the moaning youth on the divan, "You know the way out."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was an evening of affairs, and Penny and Kam watched as couple after couple disappeared from the dining room, while they searched in vain for someone to pair-off with. And when, at ten-thirty, Sally and Conrad Story left the dining room, they were beginning to despair of attaching themselves to anyone.
"I wonder if Rusty's coming back?" Kam asked her friend, looking about the almost empty room.
"I doubt it. "
"What about those two dudes over there?" Kam asked, pointing with her chin.
Penny looked at the two youngish looking business types and crinkled her nose disdainfully. "Nah. I'll bet they only grow grass, never smoke it."
"Think so?"
"They both smoke pipes. Anybody who'd smoke a pipe would wear a rubber and would think eating pussy is perverted. "
"Oh, shit. What a drag," Kam said, sighing deeply. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I want to fuck Lance again," Kam answered and then waited for Penny's reaction.
She got it. "What do you mean, again? Did you get him to ball you?"
"This afternoon," Kam replied, smiling smugly. "He was in bed with my mother and I just took over."
"Wow!" Penny exclaimed. "How was it?"
"Out of this world. You were sure right. He's got the grooviest cock in the world."
"I hate you, Kam Carson. "
"I don't know why. All you have to do is get him alone and you can have him too."
"Think so?"
"I know so," Kam assured her. "He loves young pussy, but he won't admit it."
"Hmmmm," Penny hummed, mulling over the possibilities of getting Lance alone again.
"I'm bored. Let's go to my cottage. I've got some stash, and we can listen to music," Kam suggested.
"Okay. Hey, what about your mother?"
"Oh, she'll spend the night with Conrad."
"I thought you said he likes boys."
"I guess he likes girls, too. Let's go."
They left the table, and as they passed the two pipe smokers, Kam stopped and asked, "You don't really think that, do you?"
At a complete loss, they looked at each other, and then the younger of the two asked, "Think what?"
"That eating pussy is perverted?"
Both men became flustered and their faces reddened, neither of them having the savoire faire to cope with the unexpected question. But as the two girls walked away, the question unanswered, they heard the other man say, "If they were my kids, I'd beat them to within an inch of their lives."
"Pipes are phallic symbols, aren't they?" Kam asked. "Maybe they think sucking cocks is all right." The two youngsters were laughing uproariously as they left the dining room.
Moments later they were in Kam's cottage rolling marijuana, the lights dimmed and rock music playing on the stereo. They lit up and sucked in the tranquilizing smoke. The music became more acute and pulsating as the weed began to take effect, and their movements became pronounced and deliberate as though the world were revolving in slow motion.
"Shit," Kam said. 'Tin going to get comfortable." She shucked the pants suit she was wearing and sat on the floor in a lotus position, her back against the divan, clad only in her panties.
Penny followed suit. After finishing her roach, she leaned her head back on the divan, her luscious tits jutting arrogantly upward, the pink nipples taut with the sensuous calm of the moment.
Kam looked at Penny's crotch and saw the wispy blond strands peeking through the lacy material of her panties. Her eyes wandered languidly up to Penny's glorious titties and she felt a disquieting twitch in her loins.
"You have very pretty titties," Kam said.
Penny's eyes opened and she smiled. "Thank you, Kam. You know something? I was thinking the same thing about you."
They giggled.
"How far do your nipples extend when you're excited?" Penny asked.
"I don't know," Kam answered with a shrug. "Maybe about a half-inch."
"Let's see," Penny said. "Get them hard."
"Here," Kam said, getting to her knees and thrusting her chest out. "You do it."
"All right," Penny replied agreeably. She enclosed the dainty nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and gently kneaded them.
The delicate blossoms began to rise as tingling tremors skittered over Kam's firm flesh. Penny increased her digital action and enclosed more of the full globes in her hands, tenderly massaging the pliant flesh.
Breathy gasps of rising passion escaped Kam's slightly parted lips and her breathing shallowed.
"It feels so good, Penny," Kam intoned, her upper body swaying sensuously from side to side.
The delicate buttons rose tautly to Penny's sensitive touch and extended three-quarters of an inch, like chubby little fingers. Penny was drawn to the bright pink knobs and her full lips enclosed one of them, the tip of her tongue wiggling excitedly over it.
"Ooohhhh, so good, so good," Kam purred. The tingling tremors became more acute, and Kam could feel the short hairs at the nape of her neck standing up.
As Penny continued to orally caress the succulent nipple her fingers walked toward Kam's crotch, her fingernails dragging lightly over the flesh. Kam's pussy was twitching excitedly as Penny pulled her panties off and put her hand into Kam's snug Vee.
Kam squealed in erotic response as her legs fell limply apart, allowing Penny an unobstructed path to her eager pussy. Penny's fingers sifted through and about Kam's brown pubes, twirling the silken tufts and pressuring the sensitive flesh below. Then, as Kam squirmed ecstatically, Penny slipped over the edge of Kam's prominent venus mound and traced the slim line of her labial slit, her fingers testing the resiliency of the labial ridges.
"Kiss me, Penny!" Kam pleaded, her hands reaching for Penny's panties. And as Penny put her mouth to Kam's she felt her panties leave her body. Now they were both in the nude; two insatiable, lusting nymphets, each eager to partake of the other's sexuality.
Kam lay on the carpet with Penny beside her, their legs snugged into the other's crotch. As Kam sucked on Penny's tongue they rubbed their steaming cunts against each other's thighs, abrading their delicate pussy-lips. Their passions were being battered in a swirling vortex as they vigorously pulled and rolled and massaged each other's tits.
Mewling erotically, Penny got on top of Kam and nestled into the saddle created by Kam's parted legs. As their mouths crushed hungrily together and their gorgeous tits were mashed by the pressure of their adhering bodies, Penny began to hump and grind her crotch into Kam's. Cunt-lips met cunt-lips, Venus mound ground into Venus mound and clitoris agitated against clitoris.
The solid, seething flesh of youth was welded into a single entity, wailing and groveling in the inky depths of lubricious involvement. Their luscious bodies were overwhelmed with the consuming lust and passion that shrouded them.
Penny broke the vacuum that was formed by their suctioning mouths and began to lave hungrily over Kam's shuddering flesh, gradually lowering her oral attention to the seeping love slot nesting cozily at the juncture of Kam's thighs.
When Penny's tongue licked along the labial ridges Kam beat hysterically on the floor with her fists and doubled her legs back, offering Penny the richly moistened meat of her overly stimulated twat.
Penny happily accepted the succulent offering and parted the pastel-hued petals with her fingers. With a hungering lust she nuzzled her face into the inviting cove and started lapping up the reservoirs of musk already collected in Kam's vaginal recesses. Penny's tongue darted frantically about the quivering chamber, avidly scooping in the pungent honey as Kam's ass whipped about in a libidinous frenzy.
"Oh, my God, my God!" Kam whimpered. "Suck me good. Drain me!"
Penny had already siphoned in the heady musk, and knew that the best way to bring about another flow was to attack Kam's clit. Like a snake in search of food, her tongue wriggled its way to the apex of Kam's vulva and discovered the bashful little boy discreetly hiding behind a parapet of seeping meat. With a snarl of lust, Penny enclosed the pulpy node between her lips and gently tugged it.
Kam's reaction was immediate and violent. Her mouth contorted grotesquely, her legs trembled, and her belly twitched spastically while she wailed a mournful tune.
The brown-haired girl's frantic response infused an irresistible, savage lust in Penny, and she viciously attacked the blood-engorged clit, gnashing it unmercifully on the sharp edges of her teeth.
"I'm comminnngggg! I'm comminnngggg!" Kam yowled hysterically and shoved her spewing cunt-meat into Penny's greedily sucking mouth.
Penny sucked in the lush flow as fast as it appeared in Kam's twat and kept her mouth in the steaming crack even after the torrent subsided. She wasn't going to allow Kam a moment's respite from the emotional upheaval, and her unceasing attention to Kam's convulsing cunt-meat kept Kam at an emotional peak.
"Turn around, Penny!" Kam shouted, her voice thin and hollow. "I want your pussy! I want to suck your pussy!"
Penny, her cunt starving for attention, quickly twisted around, her mouth never leaving the heat of Kam's grasping twat. As soon as she was in a sixty-nine position and her weeping box was available to Kam, Kam popped the sticky lips apart and shoved her mouth into the oozing pink meat.
In a world apart, they cannibalized each other's clits; chewing, tugging, pulling, gnashing and biting the pulpy fingers of passion. A nuclear holocaust would have occurred unnoticed, they were so totally encompassed by the monumental eroticism they were experiencing.
They body-wracking sensations were too intense, too nerve-shattering, too exquisite to deter the burgeoning orgasms in their guts. There was no humanly way they could delay the mutual explosion.
As one, they erupted in a kaleidoscope of whirling colors, but their erotic shrieks were stifled in their throats as they feasted royally on the other's heavenly juices. They sucked and sucked and sucked until their jaws ached, and then, contented, they parted, their flexuous bodies like boneless lumps of unformed flesh.
Many silent moments passed before they found the energy to crawl into the king-sized bed. They lay side by side, snuggled in each other's arms and basking in the rosy warmth of post-orgiastic spender.
"Wow," Penny exclaimed. "That was something else."
"Almost as good as fucking," Kam replied.
"Yea, almost," Penny agreed. "I can see why there're so many lesbos."
"I can dig it. But there's still nothing like a big, fat cock to really straighten my head."
"Kam?"
"What?"
"Did you ever do it before?" Penny asked.
"Sure. Didn't you?"
"No."
"Wow, that's heavy," Kam gasped, surprised at the information. "You sure learned fast."
"Sex comes easy to me," Penny boasted.
"Me too," Kam replied.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, and then Penny spoke up. "Kam."
"Yes?"
"Did you really fuck Lance?"
"Yes. When I got here, my mother and he were lying in bed, both of them in the nude and asleep. So I started sucking his cock until it got hard. When he awoke he resisted a little, but my mother kept him busy while I got on top of him. He stopped resisting when his cock was all the way in me."
"Wow, that's heavy. Your mother helped you. My mother only helps herself. And I mean she helps herself to anybody who comes along, even my boyfriends. But she sure gets uptight if I try to make out with any of her friends."
"My mother and me share everything, including my father."
"Far out," Penny exclaimed.
"Yeah, far out," Kam agreed. "Well, goodnight Penny."
"Goodnight, Kam."
The young girls curled up into soft balls and fell asleep, each of them dreaming, shortly thereafter, of cocks and cunts in wild profusion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day was bright and warm, and Lance was on the court by mid-morning, showing the first of his many students the rudiments of the deep lob. Aside from his sexual proclivity, Lance was considered one of the foremost tennis instructors in the country. Even pros and top amateurs who were off their game came to him for instructions.
His practiced eye could spot the slightest flaw in a player's swing and quickly correct it. So, it was not unusual to find that the second person on the court for instructions was the country's fifth seated woman player, a freckle-faced, lithe girl in her early twenties who suffered the physical indignity of being flat-chested.
A knot of spectators started gathering about the court as Lance and the girl, Carol Lambert, began a highly spirited rally. Lance, of course, was not trying to score points. As the girl's instructor, he was zinging the balls back at her forehand, the one stroke in her arsenal that had seemed to deteriorate in the past few weeks. The ball zipped over the net at speeds up to eighty miles an hour as the Carol tried desperately to put the ball past Lance.
Every so often he would stop abruptly and shout angrily at Carol.
"Damn it, Carol, you're not stepping into the ball. You're giving ground. Step into it! Step into it!"
The casual passerby would look on Lance as a cruel and unfeeling taskmaster, but his students accepted his anger as part of his phenomenal teaching success. It kept them on their toes, made them more acutely aware of the stupid mistakes they were making. But most importantly, he was always right when he berated them, and his suggestion to correct the flaw improved their game tremendously.
Twenty minutes later Carol's forehand was zipping over the net with the zing that made her a feared competitor. The court was two-deep with spectators when Carol, confident that her ground strokes were under control again, called out to Lance, "Want to play a set?"
"Sure," he answered, always ready to accept a challenge. "You serve." Allowing her to serve first would be the only concession he would make to her.
Carol was an excellent player and, because of her youth, had much greater range and stamina than Lance. But he made up for the physical deficits by his court generalship. The forty-two years he had spent on tennis courts all over the world had made him court wise. He had every stroke at his command, and his accuracy was unerring. He could hit a dime from baseline to baseline with either a lob or a forehand smash.
And it was his accurate placements that finally wore Carol down. While he practically stood in one spot, he popped the ball deep and short, from comer to comer, making Carol work for every point she scored while he garnered his points with ease, forcing her into errors.
When the set ended with Lance winning six games to two, the ring of spectators gave them a loud ovation. The way Carol had played against him she could have beaten any female player in the works, and she left the court with her confidence fully restored, even though she had been beaten.
She knew, and everyone who watched the contest knew, that even the top-rated men pros had to go all out to defeat Lance, even at his advanced age. So it was certainly no disgrace that he had bested her.
Lance had a half-hour before he was scheduled for his next lesson with Margot, so he and Carol went into the breakfast room that overlooked the tennis courts and swimming pool. He had breakfast while Carol, who had already eaten, had coffee. Just as he was finishing his eggs, Sally entered the room along with Kam and Penny. At his invitation, they joined him and Carol.
He found it difficult to look squarely at Kam. She reminded him too vividly of the wanton affair they had had the previous day. When he looked at her he could still feel the ecstasy of her tight young pussy, and he felt a sense of guilt. It brought into sharp focus how he had felt with her and Penny as compared to Sally and Margot.
When he looked at Penny he found her staring at him, and he had the uneasy feeling that she was tacitly telling him that their session of oral copulation wasn't the end of their affair, that she intended having him completely. But what made the situation even more unnerving was that he knew he would submit to her if she had him alone, just as he had with Kam.
He sighed in relief when Margot appeared and reminded him that it was time for her instructions. He excused himself and left the cafe.
Once on the tennis court, he committed the prurient thoughts to his subconscious and put his full attention, physical and mental, to honing Margot's ground game.
In the cafe, Penny watched as Rusty appeared in his brief trunks and climbed to his watchtower and slumped weakly into the canvas director's chair, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
She nudged Kam. "Dig Rusty. He must have had a rough night."
"Rough isn't the word for it," Kam replied, giggling. "He looks like death warmed over."
At that moment Clara appeared, bright and chipper as ever, a cheery smile on her round face. She was clad in her tennis outfit for she was scheduled on the court in an hour and a half.
"She was his date last night, and she looks fine," Penny remarked. "I mean as fine as she could look. You don't suppose she was the one who did that to Rusty, do you?"
"I wonder," Kam said, mulling over the possibility. "Fat girls are always with skinny men. Maybe they ball them to death."
The girls giggled, and Sally looked at them impatiently. It was still too early for girlish laughter, especially since Conrad Story had fucked her every way but loose. At seven in the morning he was still punching away at her with his ten-inch cock.
"You two sound like old maid gossips," she snapped. "Why don't you go swimming or something. "
"Okay," Kam said cheerfully. "Come on, Penny, let's put Rusty on."
Neither of them were due for a lesson, so they were free to spend the rest of the day by the pool, much to Rusty's dismay. They utilized their time to bedevil him, rubbing up against him every chance they had, chiding him about how poorly he looked and offering to indulge in a three-way orgy with him, knowing that it was the last thing in the world he wanted, or needed.
When Lance broke for lunch, Rusty received a well-deserved respite from Kam's and Penny's unrelenting needling, for they quickly followed the tennis instructor into the dining room and sat with him, not waiting for an invitation.
He found it exceedingly difficult to keep from coveting their firm bodies as they sat on either side of him with only wisps of material covering their savory femininity. As he ate his Chef's salad his libido paced uneasily and his cock bunched up in his athletic supporter.
"What time's your last lesson?" Penny asked.
"Three-thirty," he answered.
"Okay," Penny said, as if the time fit in with something she had planned. Lance looked at her a moment, puzzling over her strange reply.
"Why?" he finally asked.
"Why, what?" she asked innocently.
"Why'd you ask when my last lesson was?"
"Just curious, Lance."
"Oh," he said, but he felt there was more to it than that. He felt as though he were her prey and she was manipulating him into a trap. And the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he became. He had decided that he would reserve his final judgment on the allure of puberty to a later date, until he had ample time to make valid comparisons. He wasn't going to compromise puberty, but neither was he going to shunt puberty aside if it wanted to compromise him.
He suddenly found himself hoping that Penny did have some devious sexual plot planned. It would help him evaluate further the sexual benefits in puberty and maturity. As of that moment, the scales were tipping toward pubescence.
When he greeted his last student of the day he was still thinking about Penny and wondering when she would spring the trap. There was no longer any doubt in his mind that she was going to try and seduce him. What convinced him were the knowing glances that she and Kam exchanged all through lunch. It became increasingly obvious that Penny knew about his having sexual intercourse with Kam. And knowing Penny as well as he did, he knew that she wanted her share of his pound of flesh.
"All right," he thought as he walked toward his lodgings. "Come and get me, you little cunt. Let's see if your pussy is as exhilarating as Kam's."
He entered his suite and made straight for the shower, allowing a hot needle spray to soothe and relax his muscles. When he was through, he rubbed his body rosy red with the towel and then walked into his bedroom, intending to relax until dinner.
As soon as he entered his bedroom he knew that relaxation was out of the question. Penny was laying on the bed, her nude body spread luxuriously over the deep blue bedspread.
A fleeting smile crossed his lips and then, not wanting to appear anxious, he feigned annoyance.
"How'd you get in here?" he asked, his voice sharp, but his eyes covetously observing Penny's lusciously nude body. She was lying on her side, her head resting in the palm of her hand and one leg crooked over the other, so all he could see was the hint of her blond pubic hair. But even that was enough to arouse his libido.
"The desk clerk digs me," she answered as she noticed his cock beginning to lengthen. "A wink, a promise, and I had your duplicate key."
"I think you'd better leave," he said. But there wasn't any conviction behind his words, and Penny readily noticed it.
"No," she answered and lay on her back. "If you want me out of your bed, you'll have to put me out forcefully."
"That little bitch," he thought. "She knows damn well that if I touch her, I won't let go until I've shoved my cock into her."
"Do I have to call the manager and embarrass you?" he asked, knowing that he had no intentions of calling the manager or putting her out of his suite, not when he wanted so badly to ram his huge pole into her tight, succulent twat.
Penny giggled at his pretended annoyance and picked the phone off its cradle. As she extended it to him, they could both hear the switchboard operator announcing that she was on the line. Lance kneeled on the bed and snapped the phone from Penny.
"I'm sorry, operator, I've changed my mind."
"Thank you, Mr. Parker," the operator said, and broke the connection.
As Lance leaned over Penny to replace the receiver in its cradle, she reached out and put her fingers around his flaccid pecker. It was like a jolt of electricity, and Lance's libido rose up in a ferocious rage like a wounded animal. Acting like a catalytic agent, it sent his blood churning headlong into his limp phallus. Penny purred erotically as the massive weapon swelled in her fist, and she quickly increased her manual attention to lock in the rigidity. She met with unqualified success. In a few frantic moments, Lance's prick jerked like an unbending obelisk at his groin.
"Do you still want me to leave?" she asked as she slid downward, her mouth aiming for the throbbing length of turgid muscle.
"Yes," he answered, the word barely audible.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her tongue laving over his flaring glans.
"It would be better," he answered weakly. It was his last attempt to deter the inevitable; a defense mechanism designed to assuage any guilt feeling that he might have later. He could then rationalize that he had tried to resist the wanton sixteen-year-old, but she refused to be put off. A man with normal needs and desires, he could reason, could only resist for so long, and then the libido must be quieted.
"All right," Penny said curtly. She let his rod go and swung her legs off the bed.
"No," he yelped. "Stay."
She looked at him with a smug smile on her pretty face, and Lance knew that she never had any intention of leaving. She wanted him to feel a moment of anxiety. She accomplished two things with her taunting move; he had his moment of anxiety and, unknown to her, he lost his preconceived rationalization.
As he lay on his back and Penny enclosed his upright shaft in her fist, he muttered, "You little bitch. You're only sixteen on the outside. Inside, you're a hundred and sixteen."
Penny smiled at the backhanded compliment and put her lips over his cock-head, her tongue lovingly licking the silken surface of his cap. He mewled contentedly as skittering palpitations skidded over his tautened skin, and his psychological aversion to pubescent sexual indulgence dissipated like puffs of smoke.
She sank lower and lower on his thick stem, sucking voraciously as inch after inch disappeared into the hot orifice. Lance was mooing like a cow, his hips moving in lazy convolutions.
Penny was at right angles to him. He grabbed her by the hips and, while she stayed orally attached to his lobber, lifted her over him so that her knees were on either side of his face. As she continued pulling and sucking his entrapped penis he looked up at the pink slit hovering only inches away from his cunt-coveting mouth.
His fingers clamped into the cushiony humps of her ass and pressured downward. Penny's knees slid further apart and her moistened pussy lowered toward his mouth. Contact was made. His tongue snaked out and lapped hungrily on her puffy labia, the tip of his tongue following the slim pink line of her adhering pussy-petals.
It was heavenly. It was glorious as Lance used his thumbs to separate the juicy leaves and feasted on the inner musky meat. Penny responded by pulling in all nine inches of Lance's pulsing tool, just as Kam had done the day before.
Had youth found the secret, he wondered? It amazed him that two sixteen-year-olds in a row were capable of consuming all nine inches of his prick, while the older women had difficulty ensheathing five or six inches without gagging.
He put the thought aside as Penny's hot, hungry mouth slithered over his cock and her fingers caressingly played with his scrotum. She was rapidly leading him up the ladder to carnal explosion, and he wanted to reciprocate. He licked his way along the meaty path of her vulva and soon pulled her blood-engorged clitoris into his mouth.
A sensuous symphony filled the room as the frenetic twosome greedily tended to each other's needs. In swift moments they simultaneously reached the blissful heights of sexual fulfillment. They each feasted on the other's copious flow, whining scatological and looking ahead to the supreme moment when Lance's massive cock would plumb the depths of Penny's tight pussy.
Lance culled most of the oozing musk from Penny's succulent twat and then left it. But Penny, anxious to keep him hard and ready, continued sucking his prick, not allowing the indifference of post-sexual contentment to rob the knobby warrior of its stiffness. She wanted it burrowing in her fuck-hungry cunt, and she wanted it now, not in a few minutes or a little while, right now.
The rock-hard muscle was stabilized in its quivering condition, and Penny quickly twisted her body around, laying on her back beside Lance. He turned to his side and looked into her glazed eyes, his hand covering her pertly upright tit.
"Fuck me, Lance!" she whispered anxiously, her hand moving swiftly over his ponderous prod.
There was no doubt in his mind that he would, but he wanted to delay the glorious moment of penetration. He wanted her to feel like her guts were being twisted into aching knots, just as his were.
"I will, baby, I will," he promised her and put his mouth to her distended nipple, sucking luxuriously on the puffed-up berry. His hand wedged into the snug harbor at her crotch and his fingers deftly parted the sodden cunt-lips to digitally abrade her vagina.
Her convulsing pussy was so tight that even his finger felt cramped for space, and he wondered if she were big enough to accommodate his thick tool. He was already anticipating the life being squeezed out of his cock by her sensationally tight hold.
Penny, wriggling and flailing frantically from the bombarding shocks that ricocheted through her groin, kept pleading pitiably to Lance, "Fuck me, fuck me! I can't stand anymore! Fuck me, fuck me! I need your cock. Please, please give me your cock!"
She was ready, and so was he. Clear, milky beads dribbled from the pink eye at the tip of his penis as he got to his knees and moved between her thrashing legs. Quickly, she grabbed his swollen rod and guided the sniveling nose into her steaming slot. Lance fell forward and caught his weight on his forearms, while Penny wrapped her legs about his waist.
"Shove it in!" she cried.
It was easier said than done. Her cunt was slick and ready, but Lance had trouble penetrating the abnormally tight canal. The muscles of her vagina constricted and fought every inch of penetration by Lance's meaty invader.
He grabbed the pads of her ass and lifted her off the bed, giving himself a straighter road to travel. Inch by slow inch burrowed through the tight membranous passage as Penny, delirious with ecstasy, squealed an erogenous tune. There were still two inches of uncovered prick striving to get into her scathing cunt-meat when she screamed rapturously, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
A creamy ooze covered her vaginal walls as Lance's stony pole pushed the rest of the way into her twat. She was still screeching her baleful song as Lance started a steady pumping motion between her quivering thighs, sliding back and forth with long strokes in her wantonly grasping pussy.
Her orgasm hadn't run its full course, but she was already riding the crest of another carnal wave. She pulled her legs back and rested her heels on Lance's muscular shoulders, using them for leverage as she furiously humped her insatiable cunt against his rutting prick.
The sweat poured from Lance, but the sensation of Penny's squeezing, tugging, pulling, twisting twat was exquisitely delirious. Not even Kam's glorious hole was as tight as the cock-kneading pussy that now molded to his pistoning joint.
They seemed meshed into a smoothly working fuck-machine; Lance's staff knifing smoothly through the surrounding clinging meat and tendering Penny an undulating sea of overwhelming bliss, while her active, tightly grabbing cunt reciprocated and delivered to Lance an unceasing, acutely sensational libidinous bombardment.
Plop, plop, plop, plop; the steady sound of his wet balls slapping into the crack of her ass at the end of each savage thrust resounded in the room. Squish, squish, squish, squish came the sound of moistened air escaping from Penny's sodden cunt at the end of each backward pull. It was an orgiastic symphony, and the orchestra of cock and cunt were rhapsodically attuned.
"I'm almost there, baby," Lance croaked through his sand-dry throat.
"Me too, me too, me too!" she squealed.
"Come with me!" he cried weakly, his impassioned emotions divesting him of any verbal strength.
His ass became a blur as he pounded his aching rod into her, and his fingers tore savagely at her heaving tits.
As the last "Now" burst from her lips, Lance's prick disgorged its seedy package in spasming spurts and her legs slipped from his shoulders to lock desperately about his waist, pulling him fully into her.
They remained tightly coupled, unmoving and scarcely breathing as the mewling sounds of their rapture permeated the room and their love juices mixed in the murky abyss of Penny's pussy.
When their fleeting glimpse at paradise passed they lay on their sides, still locked in each other's arms, and Penny's angelic face nuzzled into the damp warmth of Lance's neck.
As far as Lance was concerned the evidence had all been presented, and he was definitely convinced that puberty more pruriently stimulated him and enabled him to perform, sexually, above and beyond his capability with more mature women. He was entrapped in the snare of vibrant, taut, enthusiastic, stimulating youth, and there was no way he could circumvent his future need for it, nor did he intend to try.
A half-hour of silence passed, and then Lance turned to Penny. He kissed her gently on the lips, put his hand on her tit and pushed his knee against her snug crotch. A moment later he was hard.
"Would you like it again?" he asked, his cock poking into the dimpled beginning of her labia.
"Oh yes, Lance, darling, again and again and again," she cried ecstatically, her arms snaking around his neck.
He was punching his stump into her with unleashed frenzy when the telephone rang.
"Shit!" he muttered angrily.
"Don't answer it," Penny said, still humping her cunt onto his cock even though he had stopped his furious pistoning.
"I must. If I don't, they'll come looking, thinking that something might be wrong."
He grabbed the phone, his rod still buried in Penny's luscious twat and she still using it to placate her sexual hunger.
"Hello," Lance said, trying to make the word sound casual.
"Hello, Lance. This is Charlie Longworth." It was Penny's father and he didn't sound particularly friendly. Charlie was an important figure in Palm Springs, numbering among his many interests controlling interest in Cactus Canyon Hotel. He was also an imposing figure physically; as tall as Lance, slightly broader, in as least as good condition and eight years younger. So Lance knew that Charlie could give him trouble, physically and financially.
"Hi, Charlie," Lance replied cheerfully, hoping to allay any suspicions that Penny's father might have. The suddenness of the situation and the possibility that it might be fraught with danger caused Lance's cock to shrivel.
"Is my daughter with you?" Charlie asked, ignoring the amenities.
From the tone of Charlie's voice, Lance knew that Penny's father was very aware of her presence in Lance's suite and to deny it would only add fuel to the smoldering anger that he sensed behind Charlie's words.
"Yes, she is," Lance answered.
Penny drew the obvious conclusion and "Eeked!" as she scrambled off the bed and went for her clothes.
"Do you want to talk with her?" Lance asked.
"You're damn right I do! I'll be right there!" He hung up.
"He's coming here," he informed the little blond as she hastily got into her panties, shorts, halter and shoes.
"How does he sound? Is he angry?" she asked, nervously biting her lips.
"We'll find out in a few minutes."
CHAPTER NINE
When Charlie Longworth rang the bell, Penny was fully dressed and Lance was wearing a terry cloth robe over his nylon shorts.
Acting as though nothing had happened, Penny sat on the divan and sipped a Coke as Lance, hoping that there wouldn't be an embarrassing scene, opened the door and admitted Charlie. As soon as the strikingly handsome man entered the door, Penny leaped to her feet and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck and squealing happily, "Hi, daddy." He didn't have the time to return her greeting because her lips crushed to his, shutting off the reply.
But Lance noticed that her father's hands cupped over her plump ass and gently kneaded the firm flesh, while he returned the kiss with much more than paternal warmth.
When they finally parted, Charlie said, "Hi, baby," then, almost as an aside, he acknowledged Lance with, "Sorry to barge in like this, Lance, but I had to speak with Penny."
"That's okay," Lance said, relaxing for the first time since he had heard Charlie's voice on the telephone. It was obvious that his anger wasn't related to Penny's presence in his suite. Lance's instinct and Charlie's reaction to Penny's kiss told him that the two had more than a father-daughter relationship going, so, in reality, Lance only had to be concerned with whether or not Charlie would be jealous if he knew that Penny had been to bed with him.
"Would you like a drink?" Lance asked.
"Yes, scotch-rocks," Charlie answered as he led his daughter to the divan. Then, as Lance was pouring, "Make it a double, please."
Lance gladly complied with the request. It had been his experience that an irate and jealous lover, or husband, doesn't drink with the man whom he suspects.
As Lance handed Penny's father the drink, Charlie, having cooled down slightly now that he was with Penny, said, "I really am sorry for having busted in like this, Lance. I don't usually invade my daughter's privacy. I hope I didn't call at an inopportune time."
Before Lance could lie and put the obviously flustered man at ease, Penny interrupted with, "You most certainly did, daddy. " Her wickedly lecherous smile told more than any words could, and the man became abashed at his horrendous timing.
"Oh, I'm truly sorry, Lance. Please accept my most profound apology."
Again, before Lance could say anything, Penny stepped into the breach. "That's all right, daddy. I know you wouldn't have if it weren't really important." She kissed him on the cheek and smiled warmly. The harried man looked at Lance, who immediately gave his smile of forgiveness. "Thank you," Charlie said gratefully.
Lance found the situation ironic, thinking that he was the one who should be grateful. The man had come into his suite, been told, or as good as told, that his six teen-year-old daughter was in the middle of being fucked by a fifty-eight-year-old man, and he was apologizing. Obviously his fears of being ostracized from society and thrown into jail were unfounded. Thank God, he thought, for the permissive society that the youth of America have forced on their elders. Or was the reverse true? At the moment, he didn't much care who had done what to whom, so long as his sexual indulgence on puberty was accepted by the milieu in which he traveled, and it obviously was. Not only was it accepted, but from all that he had seen in the past few days it was widely practiced, not only outside the home, but within the family structure.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Penny asked,-taking her father's hand in hers.
"I can go for a walk," Lance suggested, not wanting to intrude in a family problem.
Lance sat to the side, sipping his Coke and trying to ignore the discussion.
"Do you have any idea where your mother is?" Charlie asked.
"No," Penny answered. "I haven't been home. I've been staying in our cottage here for the past week, sharpening my tennis for the tournament next weekend."
"Damn it!" he snapped. "That bitch is never around when you need her."
"Did you try Perrino's, Jilly's and the Hideaway?"
"I tried every joint in town, but no one's seen her for three days. I even called some of her boyfriends, but no luck."
"Did you try Vegas?" Penny asked.
"Yes. But it's the same story. They haven't seen her either. "
"Then there's only one answer. She's found herself some new stud and she's shacking up with him." Penny offered the solution without any rancor or bitterness, and Lance was amazed by how casually Penny and Charlie could talk about the woman's promiscuity, never even suggesting the possibility that she might have met with foul play or been in an accident.
Lance excused himself for interrupting and suggested those possibilities, only to be made to feel foolish by their laughter.
"Don't be naive, Lance," Charlie said. "You know Katherine. You've even been to bed with her. "
It was the truth. Lance had been to bed with Katherine, Charlie's wife, many times, but he never imagined that it was known by anyone but he and Katherine. It seemed that Katherine not only liked to fuck and suck, but she liked to talk about it. What was even more incongruous and unfathomable to Lance was the fact that Charlie knew that he, Lance, was fucking both his wife and daughter and wasn't the least bit disturbed by it.
Shit, he thought, he had nothing to worry about. If all parents were like the Longworths and the Carsons, he could stick his cock in twelve-year-olds and no one would give a damn.
"If she were kidnapped," Charlie continued, "she'd fuck her way free. And she's much too careful to ever be in an accident. It would interfere with her sex life. "
Lance shrugged and leaned back to finish his Coke, determined not to offer any other suggestions.
"Why do you have to find her?" Penny asked, suddenly wondering why her father was so interested in locating her when he ordinarily doesn't see her for months on end.
"I'm negotiating a multi-million dollar merger, and as a vice-president in the corporation, I need her signature on some papers."
"Oh, is that all?"
"What do you mean, is that all?" he questioned impatiently. "We'll make over ten million dollars on the deal. And that isn't bird seed."
"Daddy, you've already got millions that you haven't even counted," she pointed out. "Why get so up tight about a few more millions?"
"Because it's there, for want of a better cliche," he snapped. "You get everything you want-and you never have enough-be it clothes or sex! You're never satisfied, and you take after me in that respect. Does that answer your question?"
She thought about it for a moment and then smiled brightly. "Yes. Let's go look for mother." Lance rose as they did and Penny walked to him, putting her arms around his neck.
"I'm sorry, Lance, but I have to help daddy find mommy, or the fur's going to fly."
"No sweat, Penny," Lance said agreeably. "You run along."
"Can we ball another time? You're great."
Lance looked self-consciously at Charlie, but her father, who could hear every word, was facing the door unperturbed by his daughter's question and compliment.
"We can ball anytime you like," Lance said, boldly. He figured what the hell-if her father could treat it so lightly, so could he.
"That is," he continued, "if I'm not busy with some other little pussy." He said it deliberately to see if there would be any reaction from Charlie, and there wasn't any.
"Of course," she agreed amiably. She put her lips to his and they kissed passionately, Penny grinding her crotch into his. Surprisingly, Lance's self-consciousness because of her father's presence had gone, and he threw caution to the wind. He put one hand to her tit and the other to the cheek of her ass, roughly kneading both fleshy areas as his tongue danced around in her mouth.
When they parted, Penny sucked in a huge gulp of air and sighed aloud, "Whew. Do you really need my help, daddy?"
"Come on, brat," Charlie said with a smile. As they left, Charlie stopped at the door and said to Lance, "Females. You can't live with them and you can't live without them." And then he was gone.
Now that he was alone he showered again and lay on his bed, intending to get the rest that he hadn't gotten because of his divinely sensuous sexual interlude with Penny. He lit a cigarette and rested his head on his forearm, watching the bluish smoke drift lazily toward the ceiling.
He was relaxed and content, no longer fraught with indecision. He had compared his recent sexual experiences with maturity-Margot and Sally-against his sexual experiences with puberty-Penny and Kam-and his final judgment was absolute and irrevocable: puberty was far and away more exciting, more stimulating, more rapturous and more exhilarating. He would continue to have sexual relations with more mature women because it was necessary to perpetuate his mode of living. And, he had to admit, they brought one dimension to a relationship that a youngster couldn't-aside from expertise in sexuality-and that was conversation, a facet of life that was sadly lacking in puberty. But for plain and simple rapturous rutting, he would focus his attention on the pubescent population of the lush resorts where he utilized his tennis talent.
He dozed off, and was awakened at seven by the telephone operator, as requested.
He had only his sport shirt on when the doorbell chimed. Puzzled by the unexpected caller he walked to the door, wondering who could be visiting him unannounced. He had overlooked it in Penny's case, but he was adamantly against anyone dropping in on him uninvited and unannounced.
"Who's there?" he called out, an edge of annoyance in his voice.
"Me," a soft, feminine voice responded.
"Who the hell is me?" he snapped.
"Guess."
"Tell me your name or get the hell out of here!" he growled, irked by the childish game.
Lance beamed. It had been estimated by some wag, and not viciously, that if all the cocks that had been stuck in Katherine's cunt were laid end to end they would reach to the moon. But in spite of her penchant for indiscriminate and interminable sex, she was a very charming and beautiful woman. She had a ready wit, great intelligence, disarming charisma, a beautiful smile, was wonderfully warm and compassionate, and was loved by all who knew her, excluding her husband and daughter. They tolerated her, just as she tolerated them. With all that going for her, there was only one thing that was truly important to her-fucking! She loved to fuck, morning, noon and night, with anyone and everyone. There was no cock too small or too big for her insatiable cunt.
It was a well-known fact in her coterie that before a man could even ask, she would. She was, to coin a word, a sexaholic; if she went too long without sex, she would get the shakes and grab the first prick that passed, whether it was old or young, white or black.
He opened the door and let her in. The first thing she did was reach for his crotch, squealing softly, "Hello, lover! How's my favorite penis?"
Lance didn't appreciate the compliment, because she considered every penis her favorite penis. It only had to be available to be her favorite. Nor did he appreciate her inebriated condition or her disheveled appearance.
He parried her salacious grasp and closed the door. After seating her on the divan, he asked, "Where have you been? Charlie and Penny have been looking everywhere for you."
She looked at him bleary eyed, as though what he said didn't make any sense. It was amazing, Lance thought, how booze could make Katherine so utterly obnoxious. There was absolutely no resemblance between what she was like sober and what she was like drunk. She was truly a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, her totally abhorrent transformation brought about by alcohol.
"Charlie and Penny are looking for you," he repeated more slowly.
"You wanna fuck?" she asked, her speech slurred to the point of unintelligibility.
"Where have you been?" he insisted.
"Fucking, sucking and drinking," she answered with a silly smile on her face. "I picked up a young stud who had a twelve-inch cock. What do you think of that, Lancey baby, a twelve-inch cock? We stayed in his pad and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked."
"For three days?" he asked incredulously. "What's three days?" she asked, having lost track of what they were discussing.
"You've been gone for three days," he reminded her.
"Shit," she said, smiling lecherously. "He musta' been even better'n I thought. "
Lance saw that it was no use trying to talk with her. "Why don't you sleep it off and we'll discuss it later. "
"No. Let's fuck." She stood up, weaving unsteadily, and got out of her clothes. As she stood in front of him, her absolutely gorgeous body bared to him, he thought of the many times he had indulged his lust on her, using her tantalizing body to quell his wanton needs. He remembered, too, how surprised he was each time he put his big prick in her and found her pussy snug and grasping. After all the cocks that had been in her, he reasoned that her cunt should be loose and that he would have to work along the sides to be felt. But it wasn't so. Her marvelously active twat was excitingly tight and hot.
"After you've had some sleep and taken a shower, " he said sternly.
"No. I want to fuck now," she said, a mean streak appearing and her voice rising in volume. "Fuck me now, motherfucker!" By the time she reached the end of the sentence, she was screaming.
Lance saw that she couldn't be reasoned with, so, reluctantly, he swung at her chin with his hand and caught her flush with the heel. She sprawled backward and crumpled to the floor in an unconscious heap. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom where he lay her gently on the bed and covered her with the bedspread.
He finished dressing, and before leaving the room, he kissed her on the cheek. "Sleep well, Katherine. I have plans for us."
He left the suite, but before going into dinner he made numerous calls until he finally located Charlie and Penny. He brought them up to date when they joined him at dinner.
"I don't care particularly to see her, Lance," Charlie said. "So, would you do me a favor?"
"If I can."
Charlie handed him a blue-covered folder containing a sheaf of heavy bonded papers. "When Katherine is coherent, will you have her sign these and then, at your convenience, give them to Penny."
Lance looked at the bulky folder and then at Charlie. "What if she won't sign?"
"Oh, she'll sign," Charlie assured him with a wry smirk. "When it comes to money, Katherine is as avaricious as me. Half of what is realized from the merger belongs to her. And the money, plenty of it, allows her to carry on her hedonistic life."
"All right," Lance said.
Charlie thanked Lance, and then he and Penny excused themselves and left the dining room arm in arm. From the direction they took, Lance knew that the family cottage was going to be the scene of an incestuous affair. He envied Charlie as he watched Penny's curvaceous ass disappear into the darkness beyond the glass doors.
He looked at the folder on the table and it brought to mind the luscious creature who lay on his bed. He looked at his watch; nine o'clock, it would be three more hours, at least, before she had slept off the effects of the alcohol. Three more hours before he could wake her and use her voluptuous body.
Penny and her father hadn't Lance's problem. She was on the bed, her firm, young body eagerly awaiting Charlie's appearance from the bathroom where he was showering.
As she waited, she remembered how she used to walk nakedly about their house attempting to seduce her father, hoping that her curvaceous form would induce him to forget their blood relationship and make him have sexual intercourse with her.
Her incestuous feeling for him began shortly after she lost her virginity at the tender age of thirteen. Her mother and father began sleeping in separate bedrooms, their conjugal bed having eroded into dust. But it wasn't until she reached her fifteenth birthday and her pubic bush filled lushly in, her breasts blossomed to firm maturity and her ass plumped up to delightful roundness, that he finally took prurient notice of her. He unashamedly took what she had been blatantly offering to him for two long years.
It wasn't until he had been having sexual relations with her for almost six months that she realized why she so desperately wanted to have him, why she wanted his cock in her. Subconsciously, she was taking her mother's place, supplying her father the sexuality that her mother gave to others. After that revelation, she and Charlie had sexual intercourse because they had grown to love it-and each other as sex partners-and they catered to each other's desires when more than just fucking was needed. They gave each other security, love and a feeling of being wanted; things that Katherine never gave either of them.
Charlie came out of the bathroom, his limp meat swinging from side to side as he approached the bed and his daughter. She smiled and held her arms out to him.
"Love me, Daddy?" she asked.
He lay beside her and she crushed her arms about him, her titties mashing flatly against his broad chest.
"You're my baby," he whispered. "I love you like no one else on earth."
"I love you, too, Daddy."
They kissed tenderly at first, but the erotic stimulation of her warm body crushing against his and the feel of her finely spun pubes brushing against his thigh made his cock balloon to readiness, and the kiss became passionate and hot. As their tongues intertwined their hands roved over each other's body, feeling, caressing, fondling and massaging while his turgid prick wriggled into the snug Vee at her crotch and nosed hotly along her labial slit.
She gasped erotically and rubbed her incensed pussy along the length of his penis, using the thick circumference to abrade her moistening cunt-lips. It was heavenly being in her father's arms, feeling his rigid tool pressing into the puffiness of her delicately molded love-petals while his fingers lovingly kneaded her elated nipples.
He moved his mouth to her teat and gingerly nibbled the rosy berry, exciting the young girl to frantic gyrations with her body. She writhed and wriggled and wrapped her small fist around his throbbing, seven-inch organ, frantically pulling it back and forth, moving the loose outer skin over the rock-hard inner core.
"Oh, daddy, daddy, take me. Put it in me!" she whined, her belly convulsing spastically from the burning desire that billowed in her guts.
He ignored her baleful pleas and continued belaboring her titties while he added the sensation-giving dimension of an expert fingerfuck. His agile digits wheedled her clit to a frenzy and Penny squealed incessantly, her tits heaving up and down like an ocean swell.
"Take me like a doggie, daddy. Arf, arf," she barked. "I'm a little bitch in heat, daddy. Give it to me doggie-style!"
She loved having her father mount her from behind; she got all of him that way. He pulled his dripping fingers from her sodden twat and she scrambled to her hands and knees, her lovely ass jutting out like a set of alabaster bookends.
Charlie got to his knees and, instead of going directly behind her, sniffed about, just as a dog would do. He sniffed and licked her loosely hanging titties.
"Woof, woof," he barked. He lapped along her side, sniffing the area before he licked. He then moved behind and sniffed in the deep crevice of her ass, yipping dog-like as he did. His tongue slithered out and lapped about her anus. He then sniffed and licked ever lower until he had his tongue in the slender labial opening.
Streaks of jagged lightning crashed in her loins. Her asshole twitched, her cunt quivered and she yowled like a bitch in heat. There was an animal quality to her ululations, and Charlie's dog-like actions gave the charade a bestial verisimilitude.
"Put it in! Put it in!" she finally screeched.
Charlie's tongue could feel that she was ready; her vaginal walls were convulsing spastically.
He rose upright on his knees and inched in snugly behind his daughter, placing his seething pole in the apex of the triangle created by her legs. The thick shaft lay along her crying pussy-lips while his torrid cock-head singed her belly.
He rocked back and forth in that position, mashing her pulpy petals with the curve of his scalding extension.
Penny lowered her upper body so that her face and shoulders rested on the pillow and her plump buttocks jutted up. She reached back with her hands and grabbed her father's bulging cock, and when he backed off slightly, she guided the knobby glans into the eagerly awaiting opening to her torso.
The hot meat of her vulva quickly engulfed his flared cap and she let him go. He put his hands to the love handles at her hips and, after grasping them firmly, he howled animalistically as he thrust forward. His plunging weapon consummated the unnatural union, burrowing into his daughter's succulent twat until his pelvic bone ground into her pliant ass.
Penny wheezed contentedly as she felt the torrid lobber nose into the opening of her cervix. Her hungry cunt was fully packed and her anguished clitoris was riding on the circumference of the imbedded staff.
As Charlie pistoned his prod in his daughter's tightly encompassing meat he abraded her excitedly erotic nodule, making her shudder exogenously with each long stroke. He reached under her lush body and latched onto her pendulous breasts, his fingers roughly tweaking the turgid teats.
Shouting, squealing, moaning and sobbing, she beat on the pillow and flounced wildly with her ass, garnering all the pleasure she could from the rutting phallus. She was being driven pell-mell along the orgiastic road to delirium, and she could hardly wait to reach the summit.
"Pump it faster, daddy. Faster, faster, faster!" she pleaded, her guts knotting with discontent. She wanted to experience the sublime rapture of climax, and she was too overwrought with emotion to bide her time.
Charlie, as anxious as his daughter to reach the ultimate goal of their incestuous act, drove his swollen prick with unbridled lust, abrading the slickened walls of her tight vagina with frenetic fury while his hands tore savagely at her tits.
She backed into each wanton thrust and whipped her ass furiously from side to side and up and down, making sure that every centimeter of her scatalogically aroused cunt got its share of the phallic invasion.
On parallel planes, they soared higher and higher until they were inexorably drawn into the eye of a titanic carnal tornado.
"I'm comminnngggg! Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddddyyyy! I'm cominnngggg!" she wailed like a siren gone awry.
At the same instant, Charlie's grotesquely swollen prick shot out its seminal pellets. His cock spasmed and jerked as it dispensed its lava-like load into Penny's palpitating pussy. He held on to her till the bone-rattling quakes stopped, and then he allowed the enervated little nymphet to fall forward, his dying penis slipping out with a lewd pop from her jism-sodden cunt as she did.
A few minutes after, he cradled her in his arms. They were both in a deep, undisturbed sleep, contented and secure in each other's arms.
CHAPTER TEN
Meanwhile, Lance was trying to while away the time till he would keep his rendezvous with Katherine. He looked at his watch and only a half-hour had passed. He still had his dessert and coffee to finish, but that would only consume a few minutes of time.
When dessert and coffee became a memory, he sipped his wine and conjured up mental images of Katherine, fantasizing what he would do with her once she was awake, showered and sober.
The images became so vivid that he could almost feel the texture of her smooth skin as he pictured himself beside her, her gorgeous tit in his mouth and his burgeoned cock in the snug crease of her crotch.
It became so real that his prick stirred uneasily and slithered restlessly along his thigh. He thought about Kam and Penny and their delightfully tight pussies.
As the stimulating thoughts crossed his mind and brought a smile to his face, he heard a feminine voice with a definite mid-west accent say, "Excuse us, Mr. Parker. May we speak with you for a moment?"
He looked up into an oval face that seemed to brighten the area around it. He judged her to be slightly past thirty, well-dressed and well-built. Next to her was her duplicate, a young, freshly scrubbed girl with firm, full tits that seemed to be trying desperately to burst through the front of the satin blouse she was wearing. The girl was like a doll, barely five feet tall.
Lance got up, his eyes drawn almost hypnotically to the girl's lovely tits. "You certainly may speak with me, if you'll call me Lance. Mr. Parker is my father."
Mother and daughter giggled as one.
"Please, join me. "
They did. "I'm Mary Thurston, and this is my daughter Candice." .
"Everyone calls me Candy," the girl informed him.
"We arrived in Palm Springs this evening," Mary said.
"I know," he replied.
"You do?" Mary asked in surprise.
"Of course. You had to be newly arrived. I certainly would have noticed two such beautiful ladies before this." As mother and daughter blushed, Lance remembered the file on them. The mother was thirty-one, the daughter fifteen. They were from Gary, Indiana, where Mr. Thurston was president of Midwest Steel, a moderately sized but extremely remunerative metals operation.
They were here for the pro-celebrity tennis tournament and instructions from Lance. Candy, who had been playing the game since she was eight, had won the state high school championship, but if she was to go on to greater glory in the tennis world, she needed Lance's inimitable assistance.
He had taken one look at the tiny girl's vivacious figure, and he knew that he would find room for her. on his busy schedule. But his interest went beyond the tennis court. He could envision her small figure spreadeagled on his bed, her eager little twat waiting for his big cock to burrow in.
And so it was arranged. Candy would be on the court at three-thirty the next day, his final student of the afternoon. Then she would be the first teenager that he would willingly seduce under his newly accepted philosophy of pedophilia.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked them.
"I'll have a Brandy Alexander," Mary said.
"I like wine," Candy said.
"Is it all right if Candy has some of my wine?" he asked Mary.
"Yes. We're very liberal in Gary," she informed him. "In many ways we're more liberal in Gary than you are in Palm Springs."
Lance couldn't see how they could possibly be more liberal, but he was happy to hear it. It would make his seduction that much easier.
He first danced with Mary and found out, in short order, that she was at least as sexually liberal as most affluent ladies that he had met. Whether or not she was as liberal in her outlook toward pedophilia where her daughter was concerned was another matter.
As they danced, she pressed her crotch into his and allowed him to freely feel the side of her breast while she nibbled at his earlobe. His prick was beginning to rise, and she sighed breathily when she felt it muzzling into her warm crotch.
"Do you suppose we could have a late drink after I put Candy to bed?"
Lance was tempted, but his night was already spoken for. "I'd love to have a late drink and more, but unfortunately there's a minor problem."
"I understand," she said sweetly. "I should have known your bed would be reserved at this late hour. "
Lance chuckled. "I'm flattered, but there are many nights when I go to bed alone."
"I doubt that," she replied.
"For instance, I'm not busy tomorrow night. Are you?" he asked.
"No."
"Then let's make it tomorrow night, all right?"
"All right," she answered. "Will it be dinner, late drink and bed, or just bed?"
"Dinner, late drink and bed."
"Agreed," she said.
He danced with Candy. He held her close, and as soon as her pert figure pressed into his, his cock expanded to its full length. There was no doubt in his mind that she felt it, but she didn't back away. It was an encouraging sign, and he decided to see how she would react if he drew her closer onto the mammoth pole.
He snugged his grip about her waist and pushed his cock more snugly into the cozy crease at her crotch. She looked up into his eyes and said, "Don't do that, Lance."
She wasn't angry, or embarrassed, or insulted, and that pleased him. "Why?" he asked.
"I'm very emotional. It's an inherited trait. And I don't think that a dance floor is the place for emotion."
"You're right," he replied, and backed away. "Thank you," she said with a warm smile.
Shortly before twelve Rusty, the lifeguard, joined them and Mary turned her attention to him. And when Lance excused himself at twelve and left the dining room soon after, Mary was dancing with Rusty, her crotch grinding into his.
When Lance returned to his suite he found Katherine, alert and sober, on his divan, wearing the tops of his pajamas. She had showered and combed her hair and put on makeup, and she looked as lovely as ever. There was a complete transformation from the trollop who had appeared at his door earlier in the evening.
They smiled at each other and Lance kissed her gently on the lips.
"Was I?" she asked, not even bothering to finish her question.
"Completely obnoxious," he replied with a smile. "I had to belt you to get you to sleep."
"Oh," she sighed, feeling her chin. "No wonder my jaw hurts. "
Lance stripped down to his shorts and sat beside her. "Was what you told me true?" he asked. "What did I tell you?"
"Were you really shacked up with a guy who had a twelve-inch rod?"
"I don't remember," she answered. "But I sure as hell hope so. It would be horrible if I squandered three days of my life on anything less." Lance laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I'm glad you don't remember. I'd have an inferiority complex if you did. "
Katherine put her hand into the opening of his shorts and encircled his flaccid penis. "Never worry, darling. There may be bigger cocks than yours, but the way your ass makes it move gives it added dimension."
She pulled his phallus out and leaned over to kiss the rubbery crown. Lance stopped her. She looked at him with a pout pursing her full lips. "Charlie and Penny have been looking for you."
"How quaint," she said, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "My husband and daughter are concerned about me just because I've been missing for three days. I wonder why they missed me. They never have before. "
"Sarcasm, Katherine?" Lance remarked. "That's not like you."
"You're right, Lance. I guess I'm feeling a little sorry for myself," she said, flashing a warm smile.
"Kiss me and make me feel better."
Lance put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her on the lips; a warm kiss, intended only to placate her battered psyche.
After the kiss, Katherine raised her chin and said, "All right. Why was Charles looking for me?" Lance picked up the thick folder from where he had dropped it on the floor and handed it to her. "It seems that he's negotiating a merger and needs your signature on these. "
She glanced briefly at the top document and then sighed. "My genius husband is going to make millions more. How absolutely fucking thrilling."
"Why the bitterness?" Lance asked. "Half of it goes to you."
"Whoopee," she said, circling her index finger in the air.
"I guess I don't understand you, Katherine. I was under the impression that you adored money."
"Wrong, Lance. My husband adores money, more than he ever did me or his daughter. I like money only because it allows me to be independent of him. Do you know that, in my own name, I'm worth twenty-two million dollars? And Charles is worth even more. Give me one good fucking reason why he or I should want more." Lance shrugged.
"Of course you can't. But there is one; he's sick. He's obsessed with garnering all the money in the world. Money is everything; people are shit. And he tried to make me the same way, but I rebelled. Instead, my sickness manifested itself in another way; depending on people, not money. And voila! Here you see the results; one dyed-in-the-wool nymphomaniac. "
The smile was gone from Lance's face as he observed the gorgeous woman next to him, hating Charles for having brought out her weakness.
"I'm sorry, Lance. It's selfish of me to burden you with my sordid problems. I'll sign the papers and then we can forget Charles and money and my not-so-unique problem."
While she busied herself with the stack of documents, Lance put a cartridge in the stereo and poured himself some wine. It took her a half-hour to go through the voluminous sheaf, and then she plopped the heavy folder on the glass-topped coffee table in front of her.
"Finito," she said with a sigh. "Comfort me." Lance sat beside her and she rested her head on his chest. As she listened to the steady beat of his heart, she took the glass from his hand and sipped the heady red wine. She handed it back to him and let the warming fluid trickle down her throat.
"If I get a divorce from Charles, will you marry me?" she asked.
"No."
She smiled. "Good. I'd only make you as miserable as I am."
Lance pushed her away from him and stared angrily at her. "Don't you think we've had enough of this self-pity bullshit for one evening?"
He put his glass on the coffee table, got up and walked to the fireplace, his back to her. "Either drop the martyr bit or go see your friendly neighborhood psychiatrist!"
Katherine stood up, let the pajama top slip to the floor, and then walked up behind him. She began kissing his back while her hand moved around his narrow waist, down his abdomen and into his shorts.
"Are you trying to make up to me?" he asked, an impish smile creasing his lips.
"Yes," she answered as her fingers encircled his flaccid penis. "And I figured this would be a good place to start."
"I'll say one thing for you, Katherine: you know cooking isn't the way to a man's heart."
The tip of her tongue painted his back with warm saliva and her deft fingers induced his blood to surge into his phallus. His cock was semi-hard as she dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts off. She was still behind him, and as she stroked tenderly on his burgeoning tool she began to kiss the taut flesh of his buttocks.
When her face pried into the chasm between his muscled gluteus and her tongue licked ticklingly about his asshole, his shaft stood rigidly erect, responding to the churning turmoil in his loins.
Katherine was the consummate artist when it came to sex. Since Charlie had chosen money over her, she had dedicated her being to carnality; learning and practicing every subtle nuance, engaging in every stimulating perversion and constantly experimenting to enhance her partner's and her sexual pleasure.
She stiffened and fluted her tongue and forced it past the protection of his heavy sphincter muscle. As she tongue-fucked his anus her fingertips ran over his jittery prick and fully laden balls.
Lance put his forearms on the mantle and buried his face in them. With his eyes closed, he concentrated on the erogenous messages he was receiving from his libido. Katherine's tongue reamed his asshole like a rubbery drill, slithering back and forth, side to side and around and around in agitating circles. Her fingernails scratched lightly on his scrotum and her hand held firmly to his thick cock as it flagellated rapidly.
Lance was nearing an orgasm, and she knew it. She could feel his legs oscillating and his buttocks quivering, and she knew it was time to turn him around. She wanted the seedy load in her mouth, not flying unappreciated in the air. She pulled her tongue from his ass, clamped her hands to his hips and whipped him around, all in one deft motion.
His massive, dribbling cock came to rest on her cheek, and he leaned his back against the mantle as Katherine wrapped her hot fist around the primed weapon and enveloped the bulging cap with her hungry mouth.
He grunted gutturally and shoved his prick forward. Katherine pursed her full lips and allowed seven inches of the thick pole to slither into her ready maw. She encircled the last two inches with her fingers and stopped further penetration. The orally encased portion of his swollen rod was given a monumental sucking, while his balls received the benefit of her educated fingers.
There wasn't much he could do to stem the rising tide. He wanted to keep her torridly active mouth on his cock, but, like a gigantic suction pump, she was inexorably culling the sperm from his testes.
"Christ, Kathy, leave some for tomorrow!" he screamed as blinding lights exploded before his eyes and shards of ecstasy caromed in his groin. His orgasm burst forth like a tidal wave and filled Katherine's mouth to the brim. Quickly, she gulped down the spasming sea of cum, and each ensuing wave of boiling jism disappeared down her throat. She reaped the fruit of her licentious labor and then laved up his body, stopping briefly at his bellybutton to tauntingly tickle the shallow pit. Her hand stayed on his prick as she continued upward, laving sensually about his teats and neck. When her lips crushed against his, his tool was still magnificently hard, and she had accomplished her mission.
She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Now let's get down to the nitty-gritty."
Lance entwined his hand in her hair. When he put his mouth to hers, he pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked the meaty organ ravenously, while his other hand covered her bulging tit and angrily pummeled it. At the same time, he jabbed his phallic extension into the damp crease between her thighs.
Her supple body was shuddering uncontrollably as he pulled her puffed-up nipple into his hot mouth and nibbled hungrily. And her steaming pussy was vibrating over the circumference of his wedged-in penis, using the hard surface to further excite her already greatly excited clitoris. She groaned and sighed and whined and wheezed as a consuming passion overwhelmed every nerve in her body.
"I'm ready, darling!" she squealed, her hand dropping to the battering ram at her crotch. She fisted it just below the glans and rubbed the snarling cap against the puffy finger of her sensuality.
She got on her toes and Lance lowered his body so she might more easily insert the purplish crown into her meat-craving snatch. He cupped his hand behind her knee and lifted upward, at the same time holding her about the waist so she wouldn't topple backward.
A moment later, three inches of his cock were imbedded in her fiery twat. He let her leg go, and all nine inches of the burgeoned trunk disappeared into her cunt.
"Oooohhhh," she hummed in relief, much as an alcoholic would after downing his first drink of the day.
As Lance grabbed her firmly by the ass, she swayed and gyrated in erotic luxury, administering to her sexaholic cravings.
"So good, so good, so fucking good," she purred, her head falling limply back and her eyelids at half-mast.
Lance aided and abetted her rapture, and his own, by grinding his impaling shaft into the tightly surrounding slot. They purred and cooed lazily, languidly savoring the first delicious moments of their carnal union.
Slowly, Katherine began bending backward, her arching body tightening her vaginal grasp on Lance's imbedded prick. Back, back she eased, until her hands lay flat on the carpet and her taut body was in a backbend. In that position her normally tight cunt was extruded like a tube, and it gripped his cock like a silken vise.
The sensation, to both of them, was sublime, and Lance increased the tempo of his ramrodding tool while his thumbs parted the apex of her labia and roughly massaged her clit.
Katherine screamed and howled in an uninhibited display of emotional upheaval as supercharged jolts of electricity coursed rampantly through her body. His thick prick was made to feel twice as thick by the narrowing extension of her vagina, and it felt as though he was punching into her belly with the nose of his viciously pounding rod.
They were caught up in a scatological whirlpool in which their emotions were blasted and their nerves were rubbed raw. Each movement abraded the nerve endings and sent searing tremors to char and singe their fevered brains.
Katherine whimpered like a whipped puppy as her orgasm erupted. Her body ossified into an unmoving statue, with only her lubricious flowing twat to testify that she was still alive. It quivered and contorted and convulsed as it spewed its honeyed cream.
Lance planted his root deeply and held it immobile, allowing her to get the most of her titanic climax. It was too soon for him to come again, but he enjoyed her orgasm almost as much as she. When the emotional explosion had run its course, he pulled her into an upright position without breaking the phallic connection. He clamped his fingers onto the wet cheeks of her ass and she locked her legs around his waist, and linked thus, he carried her into the bedroom.
Still together, cock in cunt, he walked to the foot of the bed and fell forward, she beneath him. No sooner did her back hit the bed than he was rapidly pistoning his swollen penis into her.
Raging with pent-up lust, he battered his cudgel into her constricting vagina, trying to pound it into submission.
Katherine's heels beat a frantic tattoo on his humping ass, and her voice kept up an incessant baying like a bloodhound on the trail. She was ready to come again, and her sweating body began to oscillate like a tuning fork. The intense vibrations traveled to her pussy and hummed along Lance's ravaging prick.
It was enough to trigger his climax, and when the spurting seed jetted into her fiery cavern, it triggered her imminent eruption. It was almost simultaneous, and they clutched desperately to each other as the life-giving juices exited. It was sheer, unadulterated bliss, a fleeting glimpse at indescribable beauty.
When the mind-boggling ecstasy had passed, they settled into a slow, rhythmical sexuality, enjoying the relaxation of unhurried sex. And they continued to leisurely fuck until they fell asleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lance turned the signed document over to Charlie at breakfast. The man quickly went through the stack of papers to make sure that they had all been signed, and then, satisfied that they were, he turned his attention to Lance.
"Is Katherine all right?" he asked.
Lance thought of Katherine's pitiable condition and looked disdainfully at the money-making man. He knew it was none of his business and he felt compelled to strike some small blow at the lonely, tortured woman.
"Do you really care?" he asked, his voice bristling with hostility. "What if I told you I signed the papers from a hospital bed? Would you feel remorse? Would you go to see her?"
"What's the matter with you? Did she tell you her little fantasy about the woman scorn at the loving wife and mother who was swept under the carpet by her corrupt, money-grubbing husband? The lonely, jilted innocent who, in her desperate need for warmth and security, hopped into bed with every cock that came along?"
It matched with what she had told him, but somehow, coming from Charlie, it lost its ring of truth. He made it sound as if it had been concocted from her imagination and that he, Charlie, had been the one wronged.
"As a matter-of-fact, she did," Lance replied. "And you believed her?"
"Yes."
"I won't try and convince you otherwise. It's not important who or what you believe," Charlie said in an even tone. "But think on this, if you're truly concerned. Why did Penny choose to cling to me and not her mother, if I'm such a bastard? " Charlie put the blue folder in his attache case and stood up. "Thank you for getting Katherine's signature for me. If I can ever repay the favor, don't hesitate to ask. Goodbye."
Lance didn't know what to believe. They both had spoken convincingly, and both of them fit perfectly into the mold that the other had sketched. In all probability they were both at fault, and both merited the indictments hurled at them.
As Lance thought about it, he began to chuckle at the irony of the situation. Katherine had left him earlier in a gay, frivolous mood, at peace with the world and at peace within herself. Charlie had left him a moment ago carrying the only thing that was important to him, not caring a hill of beans about Lance's opinion or hostility. Only Lance was left with a lingering uncertainty in his mind, and that was stupid.
Why the hell should he be concerned, he thought, when neither Katherine nor Charlie gave a damn about what happened to the other. They had each left him with a clear conscience and in a serene frame of mind.
His chuckle turned into a hearty laugh, and he dismissed the obviously inconsequential event from his mind. He finished his breakfast and went out to the tennis court where he was the master. There, he knew what was right or wrong. There, everything was in the open. If there were a flaw, he could correct it. If a stroke was good, he could make it better.
Almost his entire life had been dedicated to tennis and sex, and one of the few times that he had wandered afield he had wound up with egg on his face. It would never happen again, he swore.
Once the racket was in his hand and he was instructing his first student of the day, the affaire Longworth was shunted into his subconscious, buried forever.
Mary Thurston arrived promptly at three-thirty with her daughter, Candy, in tow. The fifteen-year-old girl looked adorable in her pleated tennis skirt and honey-blonde hair tied into tails on either side of her lovely face. Again, Lance was enthralled and amazed by Candy's full, braless titties. Her five-foot frame was only covered by a hundred pounds of flesh, and figured that fifteen of it was concentrated on her chest.
As he and Candy began to warm up, he saw Mary scurrying off with Rusty as though she couldn't wait to get the muscular youth into bed. He wondered if Candy was aware of her mother's extramarital activity. If she was, he thought, she gave no indication of it. Perhaps the little girl was too naive to even imagine her mother committing adultery. If that were true, then he would find it extremely difficult to seduce her.
"Oh, well," he thought, "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."
They spent the first ten minutes of the session warming up, and Lance marveled at Candy's quickness and timing. He suggested that they play a set so he might more closely appraise her strokes under game conditions.
She served a bullet, and it took Lance by surprise, skidding past him for a service ace. He was ready for the next serve and returned it deep to her backhand. She was on it like a cat and chopped it close to the net. Lance just did get to the ball, and he dropped it over the net for a point.
The game seesawed back and forth, first Lance getting the advantage with his errorless strokes and courtwise placements, and then Candy getting the advantage with agility and zinging power shots.
Lance finally won six to four, but the tiny girl had impressed him with the power of her strokes. It didn't seem possible that a girl of one hundred pounds could return the ball with speed and accuracy.
She had all the raw tools, but he did see some flaws that needed correcting and some strokes that needed sharpening. Her backhand over spin had too much arch to it. Her lobs went too high and not deep enough. And her drop shots didn't drop. They were minor flaws, but they separated the champions from the also-rans and he went to work on them.
By the time they left the court at 4:45, fifteen minutes past the time they were scheduled to quit, Candy had noticeably improved her weak strokes.
"I have some Cokes on ice," Lance said as they walked off the court, the sweat dripping in salty beads from their chins. "Would you like one?"
"I'd love one," she replied, her face lighting up with a smile.
They went to his suite, and as Lance got the bottles of Coke from his refrigerator, Candy removed her shoes and socks. After he gave her a bottle he did the same, and also took off his sweat-soaked shirt.
Candy opened the top four buttons of her blouse, and he could see the sweeping inner curve of her tits. The sight of her deep, delineated cleavage excited his libido and his blood rushed for the limp meat at his crotch, instilling substance to its length.
He wanted her desperately, wantonly, lustfully, hungrily, more than he had wanted anyone in a long time. And he was sure it was because she was only fifteen and so tiny. The combination promised a pussy that would erotically strangle his thick penis.
He wondered how he would make his move without appearing a dirty, lecherous old man and sending her screaming out of his suite. A blazing fire billowed in his guts, and even if she were a virgin, he would be satisfied to feast on her pink pussy-meat.
Just the thought of cannibalizing her firm tits and succulent twat goaded his cock to a quivering erection, and he kept his legs crossed so she wouldn't see the huge bulge at his crotch and be frightened off prematurely.
"Wow, I'm sweating like crazy," she said, brushing her brow with the back of her hand. "Can I use your shower? "
Lance almost leaped out of his skin, he was so stimulated by the luscious little girl's request. He had been belaboring his brain trying to break the inhibiting ice, and she, with a five-word sentence, did it for him.
"Of course," he answered, straining to keep his elation under control.
She took another sip of the Coke and then set the bottle aside, leaping to her feet with the quickness of a sleek cat. She undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse as she walked toward the bedroom. When she reached the doorway she whirled around to face Lance, her blouse falling open with the movement to expose her glorious titties to his covetous view.
He thought his cock was going to rip through his jock strap and shorts, it jerked so spastically at the heavenly sight.
"Lance," she said in a low voice. "I'm sure you must be uncomfortable, too. I don't mind if you shower with me."
Lance was beside himself with salacious excitement, but he didn't want to appear too anxious. He was sure that if he controlled his emotions, the afternoon would turn out ecstatically pleasurable.
"Are you sure it's all right? You won't be embarrassed?"
"Positive. I shower with my father and my older brother all the time. "
He wasn't going to belabor the issue, not when he wanted so badly to be next to her in the shower, their nude bodies touching.
Luckily, the informality of the unexpected situation reduced the swelling in his prick, and when he removed his shorts and athletic supporter, his tool hung in limp repose along his muscular thigh.
As he adjusted the water and set the nozzle to a heavy spray, Candy slipped out of her skirt and panties.
"I'm ready," she squealed. "Is the water?"
"Yes," he answered and turned to let her into the shower first. When he looked at her, it was impossible for his prick to remain in a flaccid state.
She was a vision of healthy, vibrant innocence. Her magnificent tits were perfectly formed, full and proudly erect. Her taut belly was flat and unflawed, and her bellybutton was a dimpled delight. At her crotch she had silken fuzz, not fully grown, and it couldn't hide the glistening pastel pink of her labial slit.
When she passed him she looked fleetingly at the swelling behemoth rising from his loins, and then she ignored it.
She stood under the shower and let the soothing water cascade over her body while Lance stood behind her, his eyes feasting on the glory of her hemispheric buttocks. She stepped aside and offered the spray to him as she began to soap herself.
"Soap my back, Lance," she said, giving him the soap.
As the suds formed on her smooth skin, electrical impulses shot through and about his groin and his cock pulsed stiffly erect. By now he didn't care. He wanted her to see his proud shaft. He wanted her to see what he had to offer. He also wanted to see how she would react when she saw the enormous lobber. Would it frighten her? Would she back away from it? Would she snuggle up to it? Would she fondle it? The answer to all those questions were answered when she faced him.
She ignored it. It was disappointing to him, but it was better than having her shy away in fright.
Lance handed Candy a large towel, and she began drying herself as he shut off the water and then began toweling himself. "Do my back, please. "
He rubbed vigorously, lowering the towel along her back, and she didn't stop him when he toweled over her rounded butt. The firm feel of her tight ass was like an aphrodisiac, keeping his cock rigidly upright. When she was dry, he patted her on the bare behind.
"You're dry."
"Thank you."
She left the bathroom, and Lance continued drying himself. In her absence, his rod lowered and hung in semi-hardness beside his thigh. When he went into the bedroom, he received another surprise. Candy was on the bed on her back, her legs straight out and slightly apart while her arms lay limply across her belly.
She was driving him up a wall. He didn't know if she was leading him on and didn't intend to fuck him. He didn't know if she was leading him on and did intend to fuck him. He didn't know if she was completely innocent and saw nothing unusual in what she was doing.
He lit a cigarette and lay beside her.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, and then she asked, "Did I make you hard?"
"What?" he blurted out. Candy was constantly taking him by surprise.
She turned to her side and leaned on her elbow. "Did looking at my naked body make you get hard?"
"Yes," he admitted, not looking at her.
"Can I tell you something?" she asked.
"Of course. Anything at all."
"When I looked at it, I got excited too. Of course you couldn't tell because I don't have a penis."
He almost laughed that she felt the necessity to explain her physiological difference.
"Did you?" he asked, his prurient interest again being piqued. Already the blood was pumping new life into his resting tool.
"Yes," she admitted, her sparkling brown eyes looking unblinkingly into his. "I still am."
"You're still sexually excited?" he asked, wanting to make sure that there was no misinterpretation, that he understood her correctly.
"Yes." She put her hand on his chest and asked, hesitantly, "Would you like to have an affair with me?"
It seemed ludicrous to him that he, a fifty-eight-year-old man, was being asked by a fifteen-year-old child to enter into an affair. Of course he wanted to, but he felt that he should be the one making the proposal, not she. Regardless of protocol, he had no intention of giving a negative reply.
"Can I tell you something?" he asked.
"Yes. Anything."
"I've wanted you from the moment I looked up from my table last night and saw you standing there."
She sighed happily and leaned over him, putting her lips to his, her hard titty pressing into his chest.
He slid the tip of his tongue along her lower lip and cupped his hand over the plump curve of her ass, following the arc to the back of her leg and then back up to the small of her back.
As she gasped excitedly, her hand slid tentatively toward his crotch, and the meaty titan hurried to rigidity before her hand reached it. When the tips of her fingers contacted the torrid pole, she squealed in erotic response and she enclosed it in her small fist. Her soft palm rode up and down on the steely shaft, going lovingly from the crown to the base and back again in an unending journey.
Her manual attention wasn't frenzied, but it stimulated Lance to a frenzy. He put his hand to her gorgeous breast and moved her upward so his mouth could savor the enticing globe. Before orally capturing the succulent nipple he looked at it and thrilled to its pale pink tautness and the delicately hued areola that surrounded it. It was poetic in its perfection, and Lance hummed rapturously as his lips suckled on the tasty morsel. His fingers moved swiftly to her crotch, and when he pushed the dimpled button at the apex of her labia her legs sprang apart, offering him the silken treasure that lay secreted in the sung cove. The satiny feel of the twin mounds that rose on each side of her slit was maddening to his libido, and it raged like a caged animal.
Their sexual encounter was just beginning, and Lance was already impassioned beyond control, afraid that his bubbling sperm would spasm from his wildly throbbing cock prematurely. He had hold of a hundred pound package of sexual dynamite, and he wasn't sure that he could handle it. Not that she was doing anything different than he had experienced before; the difference was in his mind, and therefore in his libido.
He was captivated by her doll-like quality and wide-eyed candor, so that her every touch drove him frenetically wild.
He put his hand to her wrist and stopped her from further flagellating his cock. "Please, stop," he whispered, his voice hoarse with the emotional strain he was enduring.
"Am I doing something wrong?" she asked, the hurt she felt reflected in her tone.
"No, baby. You're doing too well. I don't want to have an orgasm yet. Not that way. It's a waste."
She was puzzled for a moment, and then a knowing smile crossed her lips. "Oh, I know what you want." She quickly twisted her body around and put her mouth over his scathing glans. It was as though she were a little puppy, performing for her master so he would be pleased.
Lance whimpered ecstatically as erogenous rockets burst in his guts. "I'm going to come, baby. I'm going to come!" he whined, warning her so that she might pull away from the gushing load if she was so inclined. For some unknown reason he had the feeling that she had never sucked a man to his climax and swallowed the salty delivery.
She didn't leave his wildly throbbing prick. Instead, she pulled more of the ballooned flesh into her mouth and sucked more forcefully. He was pleased and thrilled and overly stimulated, and he was ready to blow.
"I'm coming, baby! Get ready, I'm coming!" he bellowed.
The hungry little girl didn't move off the engulfed five inches of solid cock in her mouth, and Lance was now sure that he was the first to drop a package there.
"Move to the tip," he cried. "I'm coming!"
She quickly obeyed, and not a moment too soon. As soon as her lips were puckered around his crown, the first wad of milky jism splattered against her palate. From the joyous humming sound that emanated from her throat, Lance could tell that she loved the taste of the spasming sperm, and he knew that she would siphon him dry.
Long after he was vacuumed clean of his initial eruption she was still sucking hungrily on his prick, and never once did he feel like his penis was going to get soft. He was still maddeningly aroused and rigidly erect. As she sucked and sucked his pulsing peter she lay across the bed at an oblique angle. Lance turned to his side and grabbed her by her slim hips, pulled her alongside his body.
He pressured her inner thigh and her leg rose upward, revealing the dainty twat that lay nestled in the creamy-white Vee. One look at her slim slot and the glistening pink meat that peeked out from the narrow opening and Lance's belly twitched convulsively. He put his thumbs to the tightly adhered petals and pressured them apart. The sight was heavenly. Her proudly erect clit was beckoning to him like a little pinky, and the walls of her vagina were quivering with anticipation.
His lips clamped about the proud nubbin and gnashed it. It was as though he had attached electrical cables to her body and sent a thousand volts crashing through her. Her body shuddered uncontrollably and her mouth engorged all nine inches of his turgid trunk.
Her ravenous mouth, lips and tongue slithered rampantly over his gristle erection as her fingers lovingly caressed his balls, pleading with them to release another seminal gusher. She frantically wriggled her hips and wrapped her legs about his head, pulling his face more solidly into her impassioned twat.
He couldn't attend both her clit and her vagina at the same time, so he jabbed his index finger into her fiery slot and pressured her seeping cunt-meat while his mouth savagely cannibalized her distraught clitoris.
It was a neck-and-neck race to the climactic finish line, and they both snapped the carnal tape at the same time. Candy slipped to his cock-head and greedily accepted the molten geyser, while Lance shoved his face into her jittering vulva, his tongue darting out to lap in the honey-musk of her orgasm.
They scaled to the lubricious heights and hovered in breathless beauty until their unleashed passions subsided. Then Candy left his still bone-hard penis, twisted about and snuggled into his arms. Her lips pecked over his chest and shoulders as his hands roved over her sensuous body, tenderly caressing her ass, legs, pussy, belly and breasts.
The feel of her and the nearness of her kept him hard. It was the keystone of his new philosophy that pedophilia was his fountain of youth. Sexual intercourse with puberty was firmly implanted in his mind as the cure-all for diminishing sexual interest. He had already come twice and he still retained the rock-like hardness in his cock and an urgent, lusting desire to put it in her tantalizing pussy and come again.
With older women that urgency was lacking. With older women his phallus wanted to rest after one climax, unless they made a concerted effort to keep it hard. With Candy and Penny and Kam, he found that he came easily and that his prick was willing and ready for continuing sexuality.
Candy's hand wrapped around his cock and she squeezed it. "Put it in me." It was a plaintive plea, almost as though she were petitioning a pagan idol to grant her her most cherished wish.
Lance kissed her and rolled between her wide-spread legs. The tiny figure squirmed under him, trying to put her eager pussy into position to receive his pulsing prod.
As she clutched it and began to guide the flag-like glans toward her labia, a stifling thought occurred to Lance. It was the first time that anyone had come in her mouth, of that he was sure. And it was probably the first time that she had been brought by cunnilingus to a climax. So now he wondered if she was a virgin. His tongue found her vagina tight, and so did his finger. What would his enormous cock find? He had to know. It was one thing to put his huge tool in a previously traveled pubescent pussy, but it was unthinkable to plunder virgin territory.
Candy had the nose of his pecker wedging into her sodden twat when he stopped her.
"No one ever came in your mouth, did they?" It was as much a statement as a question.
"No," she candidly admitted. "But I loved it. Honest I did. "
Corroboration. Now he was becoming more sure that she was a virgin.
"It was also the first time that you had an orgasm by oral stimulation, isn't it?" Again it was almost a statement.
"Yes," she answered. She didn't have to say that she loved it.
"My last question," he said, prefacing what he was going to ask. "Are you a virgin?"
"No."
"Don't lie to me," he said sternly.
"I'm not lying! Honest to God, Lance. I've had intercourse three times. "
Three times! My God, he thought, that wasn't enough to prepare a mature cunt for his mammoth dong, let alone a fifteen-year-old's, and especially one that was mounted in a five-foot, hundred-pound frame.
"I'll hurt you, Candy," he said, allowing logic to get in the way of his passion. "I'm too big for you."
"Oh, please, Lance, put it in me! Put it in!" she pleaded as she wrestled with the obstinate muscle, trying to jam it into her cock-hungry snatch. "You won't hurt me, you won't! I'm bigger inside than I look. I put the tennis racket handle in me and it didn't hurt."
In his overwrought emotional condition he was easily swayed, and his objections were cast aside as his bulging glans wedged into the heat of her labia.
"All right," he said, being bruited about by his conscience. Right and wrong were waging a battle in his mind, and right was definitely losing. "If I hurt you in the least, I'm going to stop."
She felt his body relax and his cock sink into the mushy hole between her legs. An exquisite delirium enveloped her and she doubled her legs back, pressing her knees into his armpits and his enormous rod burrowed deeper and deeper into her fiery pussy.
He dug his strong fingers into the pliant cushions of her ass and lifted her from the bed. Then, with a grunt, he powered his prick still further in. It required strenuous physical exertion to drill his thick shaft through the abnormally narrow passage. Six inches of steel muscle were imbedded in her miniature twat, and she only whimpered in ecstasy.
Lance couldn't believe that Candy's undersized cunt was accommodating his gigantic pole and not causing her any pain.
He had to ask, "Am I hurting you?"
"Nooooo," she sighed erotically. "It's wonderful! Give me more! Give me all of it!"
Her wanton "please" reaffirmed what he had always thought, that a woman's womb was the first natural wonder of the world. It readily adapted to any size intrusion and readily made it part of her being.
Satisfied that she would not only take all of him but probably plead for more, he lunged brutally inward and didn't stop until the bone at his groin precluded further entry. If it were at all possible, he believed that she could have accepted his balls, too.
Now that he was fully ensheathed, her scathing vagina contracted around his cock and squeezed it with velvety muscles. Lance pushed and pulled into the molten inferno, and the resultant sensations were absolutely maddening. He could have rutted in the heavenly quagmire forever, so exquisite was the rapture that he received.
Candy was undergoing the same delirium as she frantically wiggled her ass and pumped her boiling cauldron on his rampaging staff.
It was animal lust in its pure, unadulterated state. It was bestial. It was savage. It was utterly carnal. It was uninhibited and wanton. It was lubricity, salaciousness, lewdness, debauchery and depravity unleashed. And they wallowed in it! Youth and age colliding in a sexual battle, each determined to draw the life-giving juices from the other. And they both succeeded!
They screamed and shrieked hysterically in unison and tore at each other's flesh as the fruit of their orgiastic war flowed from their bodies.
They both collapsed in flexuous heaps when the storm abated, and fell into a semi comatose sleep.
The rest of the week passed idyllically for Lance. During the day he taught tennis, and during the night he sated himself on the available flesh, drawing mainly from the willing nymphets who abounded at the plush resort, the daughters of affluence. But he was resourceful enough to also service the more mature cunts, those that made his satyr existence possible.
At the pro-celebrity tournament, he sat in his bunting-draped box and surveyed the sea of pulchritude that surrounded him. He smiled contentedly. He felt like a sensual conqueror standing astride two worlds, puberty and maturity, culling the best from both.
