"You're next!" Mae Maples called from the back room of the health spa after responding to the buzzer.
Midmorning. Lola Kray had just finished taking a mineral bath. The hot pool was empty. Her husband had gone into Palm Springs on business. The heat of the warm bath had ignited her body. Her thoughts were prurient. She was on vacation and that meant that she wanted to have a good time, even if her husband had come to Cactus Health Spa because of a slight bit of arthritis in his knee. She sometimes wondered if Dick didn't use his arthritis as an excuse for not wanting sex as often as Lola did. They hadn't had it the night before. She was hot and frustrated.
Lola ran her finger around her bikini bra, dipping it beneath. She removed the suit while standing before the full-length mirror in the massage room. It was quiet. She studied her well-proportioned body, running her hands up from her thighs, over her belly, and up to cup her fleshy breasts. Her fingers squeezed at the sensitive flesh and rubbed into the nipples, stimulating her already horny body. A glow came to her skin as her blood surfaced. She pulled one tit up to her mouth, lowering her head to examine it. Her liquid tongue wound around the saucer before licking the very sensitive tip. Now she widened her lips and kissed the entire circle of nipple until she sucked it and the flesh around it into her mouth.
A cylindrical vibrator was on the counter. The shape of the vibrator reminded her very much of a man's erect penis. As she held her breast to her sensuous lips with one hand, the other hand extended to pick up the device. Flicking on the switch, she ran the penis-shaped plastic over her other tit and around the nipple until it stood up hard and tingled with excitement. Trembling with chills of response, she moved the vibrator from her breast down to her stomach and lower belly.
Releasing her mouth hold on her tit, she ran the other hand down her body. Standing before the mirror, she held her cunt lips apart so that the vibrator could run over them, massaging the clitoris until she was electric with anticipation. She was about to work the vibrator into her cunt, now liquid with the stimulation, when she heard the door open and close. A flash of fear went through her, perhaps an old sense of guilt because she was practicing such self-erotic activity. Thinking the intruder was Mae Maples, she took the vibrator from her snatch and ran it over her thighs.
Lola was startled when she looked into the mirror and saw the lascivious expression of Harry Maples, Mae's husband, as he stared at her. He wore only his jockey shorts and had inadvertently entered the massage room on his way to change into the white uniform he usually wore.
"Hi!" Lola was embarrassed and could not think of anything else to say. Her eyes scanned the masculine physique that was approaching. The sight of him triggered the juices inside her to respond since she had already worked herself into a state of near climax. Her thighs were damp. She undulated her hips as she felt an even greater fire swelling in her cunt. Her tits stood straight forward, the nipples hard. She wiggled in response to the electrical charges shooting through her. She was tingling when she turned and looked into his face.
"Hello, Mrs. Kray." Harry was in his thirties.
He exuded a certain sexuality, whether fully dressed or naked.
Lola held the vibrator in the air, motioning with it as she spoke. "Waiting for your wife to give me a massage. Just running this fascinating instrument over me-like a groovy preview, you know, of coming attractions." Her body jiggled involuntarily.
"Saw where you were putting the little, that is, the vibrator." Harry beamed a large smile as he stepped closer to Lola Kray. "My wife's kinda hung up this morning. If you'd rather-" He took the vibrator from her and ran it up her arm, over her shoulder, and circled it around her left breast, just touching the circumference so that her grapefruit-shaped orb tingled with its presence.
"If I'd rather what?" Lola's hands trembled; she wanted to reach forward and run them over Harry's body.
Harry circled the vibrator over the flesh of her tit, slowly winding toward the nipple. "Rather I gave you a massage." With that he touched the point of the vibrator to the tip of her nipple.
Lola shivered in anticipation, felt the sensation of fiery climax nearly ready to explode within. She put her hands to his sides as if to support herself. The feel of his body beneath her fingers excited her even more. She moaned, rolling her hips as if to hold back that urgent feeling. "Sounds-sounds groovy." She let the palms of her hands slide down to his waist. The stimulation of the vibrator caused her body to jerk and twist as if lunging to touch his. "Will you do it without these?" She snapped the elastic of his jockey shorts as she questioned.
"Crazy!" He moved the vibrator to her other tit, gradually circling it to the tip of her nipple. "Take 'em off me."
As Lola stared into his flashing eyes and watched as his tongue wet his lips, she ran her hand over the front of his jockey shorts, finding the hardening definition of his cock and running her fingers along the length of it. Her body jolted in reaction. Her eyes danced over his body. He was pretty much Joe Average, although he kept himself in good shape. Running the health spa he naturally got a certain amount of physical exercise. Beneath her touch his cock stiffened; it was no big thing, but big enough. She smoothed her fingers back up the neck of it, then put them to the sides of his shorts and slid them beneath the elastic.
Harry pushed the vibrator into her nipple so that, with almost a spastic jerk, she began to peel his shorts down his leg. As the cloth cleared his cock, it sprang forward, head glistening. She crouched to her knees as she slid them the rest of the way down his legs. In that position she could admire his male organ in all its expanded glory, the sight of which flamed her flesh until she became giddy and lightheaded. She reached her finger into her cunt and pushed it forward and back several times. She had heard rumor of Harry's massage technique, but she had never had the opportunity or the nerve to investigate. Suddenly he was there and available.
Harry stepped out of his shorts. While Lola crouched, hypnotized by his springing cock, he put his hands to her shoulders to pull her up. Once to her feet, his hands rubbed down to cup her tits. That physical contact was all it took for her to erupt, rolling and groaning, pushing her pelvis toward his as if trying to catch the head of his cock between her cunt lips. "Oh, God! Oh, Christ! Fire!! Fire!!"
He steadied her writhing body, her garbled sounds of climax excited him. He held her in a firm grip for several moments. Finally he ran his hands down her arms and stepped back. She nearly fell forward when he broke contact with her. "I'll tell Mae that I'm going to do you. The best way to have a massage is uninterrupted, helps you relax more. Face up on the table. I'll be right back."
Lola watched as he strode toward the door, pushed it open and called to his wife that he was taking care of Mrs. Kray. Lola got onto the table, her body still reacting to her climax, yet trembling in anticipation. She watched as he moved back to the table, his cock perpendicular to his body, switching at the air as if seeking a target. She felt her interest being reactivated.
Harry got behind the table, placed his hands beneath her shoulders, and began stroking. As he did, his cock rested at her head. He stood on tiptoe so that the head of it would move over her forehead. "Now then, just relax, Mrs. Kray."
"Relax?! " Her eyes were following the movement of his cock on her forehead. "Incidentally, my name's Lola."
"Okay, Lola, try to relax." He continued rubbing her shoulders from back to upper chest, gradually working his hands down into the softness of her bulbous tits, over and around. As he did he pushed his hips further forward so that the underside of his cock pushed down between her eyes to the end of her nose.
Now he began sweeping his hands lower on her body, circling her belly, and stretching his fingers toward her pubic hair. As he did, he bent his body further over the table so that his cock rode down to her chin. He moved his hips as he ran his hands over her; his cock slid back and forth. "How's that feel, Lola?"
"Crazy!" Her lips remained open as she protruded her tongue to let it touch the underside of his cock. One taste and her tongue reached further, licking at the bulge and down as far as the head.
Harry stepped back for a minute and spun an adjusting wheel which lowered the head end of the massage table so that she was on an incline, her feet higher than her head. Then he returned to his former position, massaging his hands over her lower torso and upper thighs. The head of his cock slid from her chin as his balls covered her forehead. She threw her head back so that she could reach for his testicles with her mouth.
As Harry pushed his cock to furrow between her breasts, Lola cupped her hands to her tits and pressed them together to catch his cock between them. With his cock surrounded by her tits and his balls being lipped and tongued and eventually sucked into her mouth, Harry ran his hands up her liquid thighs and up into her crotch to spread it open. He slid the palms of his hand from her inner thighs up to her belly as his thumbs gouged into her cunt, the tips of his thumbs running back and forth over her clitoris.
Without warning, Harry suddenly pulled his hands back up her body and unstraddled the table. She reached out for his waving cock, but he avoided her hands. Readjusting the table, so that Lola was now slightly tilted with her head higher than her legs, Harry went to the foot end of the table. He stood, almost posed between her feet as he rubbed a mineral-oil solution over his hands from a plastic container.
Lola looked down her body to see him standing there, the end of his glistening cock resting on the table. She brought her legs together to catch his spear between her feet. Harry leaned forward and applied the oil freely over her body, allowing his cock to run back and forth between her feet several times. Then he smoothed out the mineral oil, covering the entire front side of her until it was glistening. His hands slipped from her thighs to her feet. He grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs as he worked the oil into her feet, massaging each toe in turn, then the bottoms and finally her ankles.
Now he began a slow, methodic caressing up the beautiful calves of her legs, using one hand on each. He worked from her knees to her thighs, up and around her pelvic bone and back down all the way to her feet. He did this several times as she twitched and twisted beneath his strong fingers. Finally, he raised her right leg and sat on the table with one knee curled so that he could place her foot between his legs, resting his balls on her toes. He massaged up the back side of her calves, over her bent knees, and down her thighs. His fingers barely slithered over her crotch, dipping occasionally in between her cunt lips. She wiggled.
After caressing up her ankle, over her calf, and down her thigh and back again several times, her toes stretching to work around his testicles and even further under to explore toward his ass-hole, Harry got up, smiled down at her, and lowered her leg. Then he went to the left leg and applied the same technique, to it, once again permitting his balls to lay on her toes and letting them explore between the hairy cheeks of his butt. She tried several times to reach her hand down to find his cock with her fingers, but the best she could do was to rub his calf.
Harry finally stood up and got between her legs again, standing for a moment, rubbing his hands as he stared down into her widespread cunt. He began at her toes again, taking a foot in each of his hands and wiping his hands from feet to calves to thighs and to pelvis. This time, however, when he brought his hands back from her hips, he came down the front side, gouging his thumbs, each successive time, higher and higher into her glistening cunt. Now he let his hands linger longer at her crotch as his thumbs played into her clitoris, working it until it got hard, then bringing them down so that they parted her cunt lips and opened her vagina. He continued massaging up and down her legs, taking more and more time at her crotch until Lola began to flop and lurch with the frantic sensations that were thrusting through her.
Harry put his knees on the table and knelt between her legs as he worked his hands from her cunt, over her belly and around her tits. She put her legs to the side, bending them at the knees to make room for him to crawl up higher between them. Looking down, she could see his throbbing cock as it got closer and closer to her snatch. As she milked at her tits, rolling the mounds of flesh, and pinching at the nipples, Lola ran her hands over her thighs and down into her cunt to spread it wide open with her fingers. Harry got nearer, the head of his cock finally slid over the slit of her pussy and into her pubic hair. She caught it with one hand and aimed it toward her gaping cavern, guiding the head of it from her clitoris down to her vagina. She attempted to pull him forward with her hand about the neck of his cock, but he held back permitting only the head to touch that wet opening. She scooted her body down and managed to get the full mushroom between her lips.
With a thrust he pushed forward until the entire neck of his cock had slipped into her cunt. He remained steady, not moving his hips, as she twisted and twirled her body with the invasion of his prong.
"Fuck me, will you, fuck me!! ! " Lola was so hot she was about to flip off the table.
Harry looked down into her face, licking his smiling lips. "Not yet, we've just begun."
"My God, I'm going to explode any minute."
"In that case," he said as he suddenly jerked his hips back and dislodged his cock from her cunt, but still allowing the head of it to play around her thighs and over the opening, "you just think you're ready, baby. There's much more to come."
"I don't think I can wait." , "Yes you can." He got off the table and moved across the room to get a towel. "The only way to really enjoy a massage is to take it slow and easy-to relax. You're too anxious. Breathe deeply for a minute or two." He wrapped his hand in the towel and began sweeping it over her greasy body, wiping as much of the excess oil off as he could.
"You don't come out to the desert often, do you?" Harry asked, trying to divert her attention for a few moments.
"No. This is the first time out here." Lola's fingers stretched toward his cock. It was getting limp. She felt it needed some encouragement. As she connected with that muscle, Harry dipped his terry-cloth covered hand into her cunt, gouging deep to clean all the grease from it. Then his hand swept down her leg as he slipped his cock from her hand.
"You and your husband been married long?" Harry blotted the towel over her legs.
"Three years. My sister and I had a double ceremony. Lila and Pete are here, too." She twisted as his hands stimulated her legs. "You and your wife own the Cactus Spa?"
"Yes. We've had it two years now."
"You usually massage the men, I suppose, and she massages the women." Lola looked down to see if Harry's interest was rising.
"We massage whoever wants us to massage."
"That sounds wild." Lola jerked as he touched an extra-sensitive spot. "Bet you don't give this kind of a massage too often."
"That's why I like to take it nice and slow. Health foods and vitamins are great," Harry laughed, "but a guy can just do so much and that's it. Turn over."
"Turn over?"
"Let me get your back."
"Crazy!" Lola flipped over, but not before she got a good look at Harry's body. He made his cock jerk. Her eyes flashed up from it to his face. He was smiling. She repeated, "Crazy!"
Lola's hands were at her side, palms up. Harry got the bottle of oil and stood beside her, placing his crotch in one of her upturned hands. Her fingers immediately began caressing.
"We came out here," Harry continued as though he were oblivious to her fingers at his cock and balls, "because of Mae's asthma. We've never been so healthy in all our lives-nor have we had so much fun."
"I can understand why." She squeezed his balls as he mopped his greasy hands over her back. "Do you give this kind of service to all your guests?"
"We like to see people be happy. If this makes them happy, why not?" Harry rolled his hands about the fullness of her hips, parting the crack of her ass with his movement and even running his finger over her ass-hole. "We have only two requirements; that our guests be married and that no children are allowed on the premises. After all, how can people relax with children running around?"
"Or do what they want to do?" Lola laughed and moved her pelvis with the searching of his fingers.
"Right." Harry moved his once-again hardening cock from her hand and traced the head of it along the side of her leg until he got to the end of the table and ran his greasy hands up the backs of her legs. He leaned forward, mopping his hands up to her hips and around before bringing them back down her legs. She tried to put her feet together to catch his cock between them, but he held them apart, letting his hands sweep up the insides of her thighs and touch the underside of her cunt. She trembled and raised her hips off the table so that her cunt would be more accessible. He let his fingers rub into it and back down several times, while his cock got rock hard in anticipation.
Now assured that her body was well oiled, Harry circled around the other side of her, the tip of his cock lining her body. He stood at the head end of the table and massaged from her shoulders to her waist and back again. Lola lifted her head and watched his cock as it lunged toward her with each forward movement of his body. She brought her hands up from her side and took hold of that rigid tool with the shiny head and directed it toward her open mouth. She put the head of it between her lips and ran her tongue over it. He held his hips steady in that position while she washed her mouth over the head and part of the neck of his cock. She clutched one hand about his balls as she turned her head from side to side to stimulate the head even more.
Suddenly Harry pushed his hands down her back to her hips, circling about them several times. As he did he pushed his lower torso forward, penetrating his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. The hand that had been holding the neck of his cock now reached between his legs and played from cheek to cheek of his butt, then into the crack between them, one finger tracing over the furry ridge and back to meet the other hand at his balls. She sucked his cock in as far as it would go, still twisting her head from side to side and lapping her tongue around it. He held his hips steady so that she made all the movement over his cock with her mouth.
Harry dug his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass and down into her cunt, now fingering with one hand while the other glided over her thighs and hips. Slowly he eased his finger from her twat and his cock from her mouth simultaneously, permitting the tip of his penis to remain on her tongue before he pulled away completely.
"More!" she said as he backed away and posed for her to see his flailing instrument.
"You're too good of a cocksucker, baby," he explained, "you'll make it come too quick and spoil all our fun."
"Can't you come more than once?" She perched on her elbows.
"Once to a customer." He laughed. "Remember, my day's just begun. We've got twelve couples staying here, and you never know-"
"Never know what?"
"You just never know." He laughed and circled around the table and swatted her on the butt. "Head down."
Lola looked back, then lowered her head to the table. Harry circled her hips with his hands then ran them down her legs, spreading them to either side so that there was room for him to climb onto the table behind her.
"Get up on your knees so I can massage your hips," Harry ordered and helped her by lifting her lower torso. With her head remaining on the table, Harry ran his hands up her legs. His knees were still at the foot of the table so that when he slid his hands up her thighs, he parted them into her cunt. He bent his head forward, tongue protruding, and licked his tongue over her upper thighs and into the crease of flesh between legs and crotch. He rounded her snatch with his lapping, then ran the tip of his tongue between her cheeks, in and around her ass-hole. He penetrated his tongue into her anus as far as it would go, then he removed it, licked around again and back on down to her liquid cunt. Spreading the cunt lips with his fingers, he washed his tongue in until he got a good taste of her oozing cavern.
Harry held his hand at Lola's cunt, inserting a finger between the lips, as he reached to the nearby table where he left the vibrator. Now he worked his finger higher into her vagina as he switched on the vibrator and ran it over her back, eventually circling her hips with it. As the vibrator buzzed in his hand, he massaged her clitoris with the other hand until she was wiggling and thrusting her hips from side to side with the searching invasion.
He aimed the point of the vibrator so that it ran down the crack of her ass, moving in and around the anal sphincter, gradually penetrating. Lola flopped spastically as the plastic phallic-looking device stimulated her inner organs.
"Oh, baby, I've never been fucked there before," she screamed as wave after wave of delight shimmered through her.
As he steadied the vibrator with one hand, he used his other hand to guide the head of his cock over her liquid cunt lips. Then, using two fingers, he spread an opening so that he could place the mushroom into her slippery vagina. Easing it in like a craftsman, he felt the wet membranes about the neck of it as the head thrust toward her cervix. Once his cock was fully impaling her, he penetrated the vibrator as far into her anus as he dared, so that he could feel it stimulating his cock as well.
"That's fantastic, baby, just fantastic!" Lola was a mass of juicy, rolling action, and even more so when Harry began rocking his hips back and forth as if plunging his cock deeper and deeper within her. He reached his free hand under to milk at her tits and to pinch the nipples as her writhing became so spastic that he feared they would both jerk from the table.
"Are you ready?" Lola called back, her body now flaming with an all-consuming heat. "Are you ready?"
"You don't want it to end so soon, do you?" Harry had a coaxing quality to his voice.
"That's torture!"
"Holding back makes it better, baby." He slowly retrieved his cock from her sheath, letting the head of it linger at the opening. At the same time he eased the vibrator from her ass-hole. He played the vibrating instrument from her anus to her cunt, putting it over his cock. Slowly he thrust his cock, along with the vibrator back into her stretching vagina, until his rigid muscle was about three-quarters of the way in. She was squirming fitfully, pushing her hips back to get the full length of his cock inside her. He held back, then circled the vibrator from the top side of his cock to the underside, the blunt end of it propped against his scrotum. He pushed forward.
"Oh, God! What a wild sensation!"
The vibrator penetrated in further than his cock did, tingling against her cervix and the underside of his cock at the same moment. He knew he could not stand much of that without ejaculating. "You really dig that?"
"Christ! Let me come. I'll flip my mind."
"No, you won't, baby. Hang on!" Once again he retrieved both his cock and the vibrator from within her. "That was close."
"Don't stop! Please, don't stop!! "
"Let me finish massaging your back."
"That's not what I need now!"
"Think not?" Harry turned off the vibrator and climbed off the table. Running his hands over the contour of her back, he slowly eased her into a lying position. His hands slipped over her glistening back. His touch on her shot ripples of excitement through her. She reached out to catch his cock, to play with it, to run her fingers around and tickle under his balls. She even stretched her fingers to caress in the hairy crevice of his ass. He permitted her to fondle his crotch only so long, but the excitement was building up in him to such a point that he realized that session would soon draw to a close unless he took a drastic measure. He pulled away from her searching hand, got the towel and began wiping the oil from her body. She wiggled and jolted with his hand movement over her.
Slapping her on the butt once he had removed the oil from her, he said, "We're both so covered with oil, I think we'd better shower."
"Shower? That's not the way I want to cool off."
"Who said anything about cooling off?" He helped her from the lying position, so that she sat on the side of the massage table. Harry stood before her. She drew her knees together to catch his cock between them. He stroked her tits while she reached to stroke his cock. Their eyes met in an electric stare before their mouths pushed together, tongues licking and searching, entering one mouth, and then the other.
Lola scooted further on the table until she felt his cock push into her pubic hair. She reached to direct it into her cunt. As she did, she threw her legs around Harry's waist, gouging her ankles into his back so that she could be once again completely impaled by him. He kissed deep into her mouth as he pumped his pelvis back and forth in a steady rhythm.
"Let me make it come, right now," Lola said as she briefly pulled her mouth from his.
"Don't you want to see what other kinds of games I know how to play?" He squeezed her tits and jerked his body backward, breaking her ankle hold about him and dislodging his cock from her slippery cunt.
"You mean in the shower?"
"Uh-huh." He motioned with his head. "Come on.
Harry has a sexy back, she thought as she watched him cross toward the shower. Of course, in her state anything male would look sexy to her. She got from the table and practically ran to catch up with him.
Harry was adjusting the water when she arrived at the shower. She moved up behind him, rounding her hand over the cheek of his ass and slipping her finger down into the crack of it. Her hand slid completely under until she found his balls and even further until her fingers once again touched his cock.
"You really like that, old boy, don't you?"
"Dumb question to ask at a time like this."
Harry suddenly moved forward and got under the shower. Turning to Lola, he pulled her under the water. He wrapped his arms about her and kissed her as the shower cascaded down over his back. Lola's fingers followed the flow of water over his sturdy back muscles, along his spine, and once again to his hips and ass. She squeezed her fingers into the hard cheeks, pulling him closer to her. His cock was bent upward, leaning heavily against her belly. He rocked back and forth a couple of times, then reached his hand down to direct his cock to slide between her thighs on the underside of her cunt, the neck of it pushing hard against her clitoris. She squirmed, attempting to ride it in that position.
The kissing tapered off as their hands explored each other's body. First Harry kissed down her chest and licked her tits, then Lola sucked on his nipples while one hand groped his cock and balls, her other hand slid up into his ass while one finger gouged into his anus, wiggling high until she found his prostate gland.
Harry got the cake of soap and began lathering her back while she was bent over his chest. He soaped down to her hips and into the crevice of her ass. Finally he pulled her head up so that he could run the soap over the front of her body. While she fondled his cock and scratched her fingers over his skin, he washed her tits one at a time, spending a long while on each. The soap not only stimulated the fleshy orbs, but also so ignited her nipples that she was about to flip out of her skull. She moaned and groaned, squealed and sighed with convulsive gasps. His slippery hands skidded over her tits as she once again guided his cock to her crotch.
Suddenly Harry lowered his hands and the soap from her tits down to her belly, where he lathered as she jerked and trembled with spasm upon spasm of excitement. He squatted as his hands worked closer and closer to her pubic hair, around her upper thighs and into her cunt. She leaned back and gasped as he protruded the cake of soap up into her slit. Then he set the soap aside and washed his hands up in and around the cunt lips. As he did, she grabbed her tits so that she could lick the nipples. Not only did he work several fingers up into her vagina, but he was nearly able to fit his hand into that chamber. As she jolted and rolled her hips, he washed his hands down her legs, time and time again, running them up to her cunt, but only teasing around it.
"All right, now turn around."
By that point Lola was willing to do anything he told her to do. She was so fucking hot that she was ready to explode. Perhaps he could hold back, but she didn't have all that much control. However, she turned around as directed. He washed the backs of her legs and up to her ass and cunt. Again he teased his hands into her private parts.
As he stood up, he turned off the water and told her to hang onto the faucets while he soaped her back. She did, thrusting her hips back so that the head of his cock could bob around the great mounds of flesh. As he soaped down into the crack of her ass, he moved his body forward so that the head of his cock could become lodged between them. She pushed her pelvis further back, and reached one hand down between her legs to guide his cock into her cunt opening. Once the head was in and the cunt lips were wrapped around it, she backed against him until the entire neck was submerged. Now he washed his hands from her back around to her tits. He pumped only a few times in that position before he realized he, too, was on the verge of ejaculation. He stood perfectly still to inhibit the excitement that was throbbing in his testicles. As he carefully withdrew his cock, he did so at the risk of spilling his semen.
He turned the water on and rinsed her back.
Then, crouching on his haunches, he thoroughly allowed her cunt to be inundated with water. Spreading her vagina, after douching it, he licked his tongue in, making certain it was clean. He pushed his face so that his tongue could lap in its fullest length, reaming the interior of her cunt as she groaned and gasped, wiggled and thrust herself.
"I can't hold back any longer," she warned, and, with a rolling, cringing, exotic flush, her passion was triggered.
Harry remained in that position until the tremors of climax subsided. Her body sagged and fell heavily on his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his hands and licked his tongue back through her crack and up her spine. She threw her head back so that her face could be drenched with the spray of water. His cock once again rode in between her thighs and her rear end as he put his head between hers and the water, covering her mouth with his and lunging his tongue into her throat. His hands fondled at her tits with a milking force. At first her kissing was not as enthusiastic as it had been, but, because he was fiery hot, her interest was renewed.
"It's your turn to wash me." Harry's voice was husky with tension. "By the time you get me thoroughly soaped, you'll be fired up to come again." He guided her hand down his body as he moved to face her, until her fingers touched his cock. One feel and the excitement began to return.
Harry turned off the faucets and stood facing her, his arms akimbo. He grinned and waited as she got the soap. One hand maneuvered the cake of soap, while the other hand smeared the lather, foaming it. At first she concentrated on his chest, drawing the firm pectorals to the point of his nipples. Then she soaped down the washboard of his stomach muscles, working her finger into his navel before skidding her hands further down to finger the lather into his pubic hair. She crouched before him, again facing his hard muscle, the head of which was like a snake charming her.
She ran her soapy hands over his hairy thighs, sturdy and generating a maleness that stimulated her. Almost absently she worked at his legs while her attention was focused on his cock. A limp cock intrigued her, while a hard cock fascinated the hell out of her to the point she had to touch it. Now she soaped the cake into his scrotum and over the neck of his cock. Then, putting the soap aside, she used both her bare hands to lather his cock and balls until they were white with bubbles of slippery cream. Her hands wound around the erect muscle in adoration and played under it and into his balls as if each were a gem. Then her lather covered hand slipped between his thighs and gouged into his ass-hole. The soap was enough lubricant so that her finger could enter effortlessly into his puckered sphincter until she soaped over his bulbous prostate gland. Her finger twisted around, massaging the gland, which caused his cock to seemingly spring up harder and a clear lubricating liquid oozed from the head of it. That fascinated her all the more.
After she removed her finger from his ass-hole, Harry turned around so that she could soap his backside. While Lola soaped his legs and up into the cheeks of his ass, once again penetrating her finger into the hole she found between them, Harry turned on the water to rinse his front side. She finger-fucked his ass-hole until he warned her that the stimulation on his prostate would cause him to come as fast or faster than if she were jacking on his cock. She pulled her finger out and soaped over the rest of his muscled back. The feel of his musculature excited her fingers and she mopped her hands over it with zeal.
When his back was thoroughly soaped, he turned around, putting his shoulders beneath the flow of water. Water spilled on both front and back. Lola traced the cascade of water down his front with her hands until they came to a point at his crotch. His cock was aimed upwards, a bright pink. He moved forward so that the bulk of the water ran down his back. As he did, she began licking over his chest, drying it with her tongue. Her mouth lingered over his nipples and finally moved downward to his navel, his hairy lower belly, and into his pubic hair. She got on her knees as she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the head and under, along the bulge beneath. Her mouth was hungry as it washed over his balls and she took them one at a time into her mouth and sucked on them with a passion. Then she licked over his scrotum and back up the underside of his cock, catching the cockhead between her lips and lapping at it with her tongue. Slowly she pushed her mouth down over the neck of it, sucking in as if she intended to devour the whole thing in one gigantic swallow.
She twisted her head from side to side, his cock protruding to her throat, the sucking action of her throat muscles throbbing against the underside head of his cock. Now he thrust his pelvis forward and back as if trying to bury his meat further into her, as once again the pains of climax began to tingle at his body. Grabbing hold of her head about her ears, he eased himself from her on pretense of pulling her to his face for another lingering kiss. She pushed his cock between her thighs as their bodies clasped in a wet embrace, their mouths biting at one another and their tongues teasing.
Harry was feverish with passion. He clutched and groped at her body until she ached. She clawed back, gouging her fingers into his thick muscles. Now she was riding his cock back and forth between her legs. Their skins were burning. Harry reached around and turned off the hot water, permitting an icy flow to inundate them. They jerked with the shock of the coldness. It burned at their skin, stinging beyond the point they could stand it. Lola got out from under the water, but Harry remained, permitting it to cool his skin.
"You didn't come, did you?" Lola asked as she dried herself and watched Harry still splashing around in the shower.
"Not yet," he grinned, "but it's getting there. You better believe it."
Harry turned off the water and got out of the cubicle. He stood dripping on a bathmat, waiting for Lola to dry him.. She approached and ran the towel over his body. His cock had lost some of its stiffness. She buffed it with the terry cloth, then crouched down to run the towel up his legs. Her attention, however, kept returning to his genitals. After she had completely dried him, he caught her in his arms and pulled her belly to belly with him. They kissed passionately. As they did, his cock once more regained its former hardness.
An exercise mat was in one corner of the massage room. There were full-length mirrors on both walls. Lola watched their reflections as they moved toward the mat. She was aware of his masculinity and, at the same time, her femininity, the sight of which excited her. His cock, although retaining a certain stiffness, dangled and switched from thigh to thigh as he moved. When he stopped at the edge of the mat, his cock seemed to become limper. She reached for it, but he lurched his hips back so that it would be out of her range.
"Just wanted to put a little more hardness back into it." Her eyes glistened as they swept over his body.
"Later. Exercise time."
"Exercise? You've gotta be kidding!"
"This is a health spa, you know." Harry had a strange smile. He put his hands to her waist to lower her to the floor into a sitting position. "Besides the more exercise you get, the better it is to come-or at least it is for me."
"I don't get it."
"You will-a whole cockload full." Harry sat on the mat facing her. "Sex without a lot of wild action is just plain too tame for me. Ever watch animals do it? They work themselves up into a physical frenzy-well, that's the way I dig it, too."
Lola shrugged, but his words intrigued her. "Crazy!"
Harry sat so that his legs were V-shaped toward Lola's. He told her to lie back and spread her legs. Then he maneuvered himself between her legs and raised them so that they could be on top of his, her knees practically even with his knees, his knees even with hers. He lay back.
"Now the object of this is to do sit-ups," Harry advised. "Put your hands behind your head and raise your torso forward so that you can kiss first your right knee and then your left knee, then fall back. I'll do the same thing while you're down. Okay. Up, right knee, left knee, back. Up, right knee, left knee, back."
Lola was agile enough that she had no difficulty doing the exercise, except when she went from right to left knee, her attention was fastened on Harry's cock. On the third time, she extended her tongue so that it barely touched the neck of Harry's cock as she went from right to left. On Harry's next attempt, he, too, permitted his tongue to protrude so that it lightly brushed across her pussy.
Their situp exercise increased in tempo although they lingered longer over the other's crotch, trying to lick at it, but without losing the beat. Finally, Harry kissed her right knee and ran his tongue around the entire cap of it, then moved to Lola's cunt, lapping up one side of her slit and down the other, eventually digging his tongue into the ditch and raking it up until it snagged on her clitoris. He buried his face in it, burrowing his tongue in as far as it would go. Lola lurched and jolted spastically, moaning with each invading lick. Finally he moved to lap his tongue around her left knee cap.
On Lola's turn, she kissed his knee and licked her tongue up the inside of his thigh and around the length of his cock. However, she let her lips remain at the head of it, catching it between her lips and running the tip of her tongue over it before she released it and licked back up the cock-neck and down the left inner thigh to his knee. Harry kissed Lola's right knee and traced his tongue up her inner thigh. Now he took his hands from behind his neck and put them to her crotch to spread the cunt lips so that he could wash his tongue into the interior between the lips, making the complete oval and ending as he sucked at her clitoris. Lola was electric with excitement, she jerked and twisted. Harry ran his tongue over her inner left thigh and kissed her knee, while his one hand remained to finger into her cunt, massaging her clitoris. Then he skidded both hands down from her wet snatch, over her liquid thighs as he lowered to the mat.
Lola got into a sitting position, kissed his right knee, and licked her way up his thigh, covering as much of the hairy surface as she could. Arriving at his crotch with her hot mouth, she took her hands from behind her head so that she could use her fingers to lift the hardening cock muscle so that she could get her mouth to his balls, taking first one then the other into her lips and finally both. Once she was sucking on his testicles, she played one hand from thigh to thigh while the other hand massaged his cock, making it steel hard. The sensation of that hardness in her hand sent ripple after ripple of excitement through her. She sucked his balls deeply and licked at the extension of his cock that ran from under his balls to his ass-hole.
After slurping on his scrotum and reacting to his obvious display of being stimulated, she slipped the balls from between her lips and licked from them up the underside of his cock, outlining the bulging part with the tip of her tongue until she reached the mushroom. She held the neck of it with one hand so that she could round her lips over the head, suctioning them around the ridge of head and tonguing it before lowering her mouth onto the neck and fully down the stem. She twisted her head from side to side, pumped her head up and down over it several times, then permitted it to snap between her lips and flop back to his belly. Her mouth washed his left thigh as completely as she had the right one.
While she was at his left knee, Harry sat up and pulled her face from his knee to his mouth. Their tongues gouged in passionate kissing.
With a jerk, Harry fell back down, putting his hands behind his neck. Before sitting up again, he scooted his hips closer to Lola's, forcing her to raise her legs. He bounced back up and, instead of kissing her knees this time, he licked from one of her tits to the other. Lola put her back down, hands behind her neck, and pushed her hips forward so that Harry's cock sprang across her pubic area. She lunged into sitting position and lapped her tongue from one of his nipples to the other. As Harry fell back the second time, Lola reached down and directed the mushroom of his cock into the slit of her cunt, so that, when he sat up again, the tube of his cock slid over her cunt lips.
Lola reclined again and, while in that position, held her vaginal opening for Harry to puncture with his cock. Once the head of it was within the grasp of the cunt lips, Lola came up again, the neck of his cock shoving into the tunnel of her cunt. He caught her in his embrace and, as he again kissed her mouth with a plunging tongue, he maneuvered his legs so that they doubled at the knees. He rocked back and forth several times, then pushed her back to the floor, his cock thrusting clear to her cervix. Now he pulled her back again into a sitting position.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved his lips from her mouth to her ears and sucked in on the earlobes, then washed the tip of his tongue into her ear. He pushed her back and, while crouched above her, her legs still wrapped about him, he began a slow pumping in and out with his pelvis, his cock pressing in and coming out the full length of the neck before it was thrust back in.
"Unwrap your legs," Harry ordered. As she did, he stretched out full length on top of her, balancing himself on his toes and the palms of his hands, performing a half a dozen pushups over her, his cock inserting to her cervix with each downward lunge and sliding back up with each push away. As he did the pushups, Harry bent his head down to suck from one nipple to the other.
Suddenly he yanked his cock out of her sheath and rolled over onto his back. Momentarily puzzled, Lola turned to her side and studied him. His waving cock invited her to straddle him. She did, leaning forward to dangle her tits over his chest in a teasing manner. Then she scooted her crotch from his lower belly up to his chest and back again. She pushed hard against his washboard stomach muscles so that her clitoris was stimulated. Twisting and turning as she rode the distance of his torso, she finally lurched up on her knees and threw her hips toward his face, permitting her pussy to be placed directly above his lips. She oozed her crotch from his chin, over his motionless mouth, and to his nose. As she did, Harry reached his hands up the back of her thighs so that he could spread her cunt lips. The next time that liquid slit was over his mouth, he opened it, licking his tongue over the inner and outer labia, between and around them. At last he penetrated his tongue into her juicy vagina, extending it as far as he could. She wiggled and twitched above him, pressing her cunt lips against his mouth. His tongue searched in and around, twisting to lick the sensitive membranes and flipping his tongue with quick movement .so that it was stimulating the interior of her vagina. She flopped and tossed her body, loving the erotic pain and quivering with the tingling reaction which shot trembles of ecstasy throughout her body.
Sensing that she was once again near the point of climax, but enjoying what was happening too much to want to be triggered off so soon, she pulled her cunt from his mouth and slithered it back down his body, putting her mouth where her cunt had been. They kissed in wrestle holds, clawed and scratched at each other's hot flesh. Then, when she felt she had contained the urge to climax, she reached down his body, grabbed his cock, and aimed it into her cunt.
Lola stretched out over his body and attempted to do pushups over him. However, she only managed three before she disconnected herself from his cock. She put it back in place and sat over him, staring into his face for a minute and sketching lines with her outspread fingers over his chest and belly. He bucked upwards a couple of times, jabbing his cock to her cervix. "Ready yet?"
Harry grinned and reached his hands to grope at her breasts. "You getting anxious?"
"Don't know when I've ever had such a juicy cuntful of hot cock for such a long period of time." Lola jerked her pelvis back and forth a couple of times, as if making certain that pole of muscle was still well inside her and rock hard. "Where'd you learn all these wild games?"
"like I said, I've got a lot of customers."
"I suppose your wife knows all these routines, too."
"She's something else." He bucked his hips so that his cock could slide in her sheath. "Why?"
"Maybe she could give my husband a lesson or two-like wow!"
"It's possible."
"And wait until I tell my twin sister about you, Harry."
"Twin sister."
"Identical."
"You mean there's two alike with the same identical boobs and cunt-face, frantic tongue, the whole bit?" Harry's eyes danced with excitement. "You girls ever do a sister act?"
"We've been known to." Lola lurched up so that his cock nearly became dislodged. He pulled her back down by tightening his grip on her tits. She giggled.
Harry rotated his hips beneath her as visions of anticipated troilism danced into his mind.
"That must really be something else."
"Think so?" She pulled her upper torso back, jerking her tits free from his hands. Without losing her cunt hold on his cock, she twisted her body around so that she reversed her position, straddling his hips so that her back was to his face. "I like to get that big bulgy part underneath your cock rubbing against my clit. I mean, like wow! That's far out!"
Lola bounced a few times up and down on his cock, pulling her tits to her mouth so that she could lick on the nipples. As she did, Harry ran his hands over her back, then reached to the edge of the mat where he had another cylindrical vibrator. He turned it on and moved it over her, particularly rounding her hips.
Lola leaned forward, still caressing her breasts with her hands as she began kissing Harry's legs with her tongue, gradually working her face to his feet. She took one big toe into her mouth and tongued it, then went to the other big toe. In that manner she worked her way over all ten toes, back and forth as she undulated her pelvis over his cock, moving but keeping it deep inside her.
Harry slid the tip of the penis-shaped vibrator over her hips and up her thighs. Her movement became more spastic. Now he began to puncture the tip of the vibrator in around her cunt. That caused such a happy feeling, that she wiggled with more enthusiasm and, finally, reached down and took the vibrator from him so that she could run it up and down his legs, lacing his scrotum with it until his balls were alive with a buzzing sensation. He was rocking his pelvis back and forth in tempo with her.
From his scrotum, she ran the vibrator down his thighs again and back up, tending toward the underside so that she could penetrate the tip of the plastic phallus in between the tight cheeks of his ass and further until it pushed at his anus. However, she concentrated the vibrator in that area just under his balls and above his ass-hole.
"Careful, baby," Harry warned, "that's a sure way to make me come, but fast."
"Come ahead."
"Had enough?"
"What do you think?" Lola wiggled.
"Think you'd better ease up, or you will have had enough-or at least all you're going to get." Harry practically lifted her rear end up with his hands, raising her so that the neck of his cock slid all the way out of her snatch, leaving only the head within her cunt lips. Then he jerked so that he was completely disconnected from her cunt. He pushed her forward on her hands and knees. Taking the vibrator from her, he ran it over the underside of her body, lingering it over her dangling breasts and winding it into the nipples of them.
Harry got to his feet and stood over her, undulating his hips so that his hard, glistening cock protruded before him. She rolled over onto her side for a better look and reached out to touch his leg. He smiled down at her as he permitted her to stroke her finger up the hairy calf of his leg, then he stood back, his eyes running over her sensuous body. For a moment he blurred his vision as he imagined what it would be like to be standing naked above identical twins. His eyes shifted to the mirror where he saw her reflection. As he watched it, she raised one leg into the air so that her cunt was spread and he could see it both in actuality and in reflection. With a half chuckle he moved from the mat to the massage table, where he got the other vibrator. Her eyes followed him, her interest never wavering, if anything, increasing. Again she found herself nearly hypnotized by his hard cock, now with less tension as it dangled between his legs and flopped from thigh to thigh with his athletic movement.
Harry knelt between her legs, lowered his shoulders so that he could put them beneath her knees and hoisted them up. He put his face to her crotch and raised her body even higher so that she rested only on her tipper back. As she stretched her toes into the air, he opened her cunt lips with his hands from either side and began to wash his tongue down her thighs and into the parted slit. At such close range he spread back the outer cunt lip and ran his tongue between that and the inner labia. The wetness of his tongue met the wetness of that sensitive area. Lola jolted with spasms of excitement and grabbed at her tits, attempting to draw the nipple of each to her lips.
Harry tongued in further, edging the cunt lips with his tongue and working his way into the stretched vagina. He pulled the cunt lips back as far to each side as he could. The flexible membranes widened and he looked into the juicy interior. He put his mouth to it and ran his tongue over the inner lining of her vagina, in and around as far as he could go.
Lola was so spastic with reaction that she heaved her pelvis, attempting to catch his entire head between the opening of her cunt. He slowly let the lips close over his extended tongue until they formed a grip around it. He pierced his tongue in as far as it would go, then brought it out and licked between her inner and outer labia again.
Then he reversed his position, still holding her so that she rested on her upper back. Their bodies were facing each other. As Harry spread her cunt and put his mouth to it, she caught his hard cock between the orbs of her breasts, then reached to pull it back so that she could put the head of it into her mouth. It was stretched back, and he kept it so that she could only have the head between her lips while he ate into her cunt.
Lola's fingers clutched at Harry's balls and at his ass, clawing into the firm round flesh of hips and scratching in between the cheeks of his ass to penetrate his ass-hole with her finger.
Harry so spread Lola's legs that he held them down and forward under his armpits so that both her cunt and ass-hole were open wide. He licked his tongue from her cunt and into her ass-hole, inserting it between the puckered anus as far as he could. While doing that ho fumbled to get hold of one of the vibrators. This he turned on to a low speed, then ran it up her spine to her ass, penetrating the tip of the phallic apparatus into her anus. He worked it in deeper and deeper as she squirmed and twisted with accelerated fury.
Again he inserted his tongue into the vagina so that he could feel the vibration through her inner wall. She became a mass of rolling, juicy flesh.
Now Harry reached for the second vibrator and turned it, also, onto low speed. Using two fingers to stretch her cunt lips, he inserted the second vibrator into her vagina in as far as it would go. He scooted his hips back so that the neck of his cock could slide further into her mouth and throat. As his balls fell against her nose and she sucked passionately at his hard muscle, he lowered her rear end back to the floor.
While he wound his tongue through her pubic hair and around her pussy slit, feeling the vibrations of the apparatuses within her against his tongue and lips, he began bobbing his hips up and down so that his cock could plunge up and thrust back into her mouth.
Now he turned the speed up on each of the vibrators as it seemed that every atom of her body was electric beneath him. She was on fire and about ready to reach the boiling point. He felt the sensation of climax again building within himself, but he was so hot with her reaction that he almost lost control.
His fingers found the switches on the vibrators and turned them back down to low. The violent thrusting of his cock into her throat lessened. Finally he turned the vibrators off, but left them inserted in Lola, while he held his cock steady without moving it in any direction. She still sucked at it.
Without removing his cock from her mouth, he managed to reverse his position above her so that he was facing away from her crotch. He slowly, ever so slowly, lowered his cock deep into her throat and at the same speed brought it back out until only the mushroom remained between her lips. This he did several times, never once increasing his pumping as he felt the juices within him momentarily subside.. But he knew that he would not be able to hold back much longer. It had to happen and happen soon.
"You like that big cock down your throat don't you, baby?" he coaxed. "You like that great big head of it pushing over your tongue and tickling your tonsils-and you can hardly wait for it to spit sweet come into you, can you?"
Lola moaned and twisted in reaction. The vibration of her vocal cords on his cock tingled it. She pitched her body.
"Well, I'll tell you what," Harry puffed, "why don't I just pull it out of your mouth and take that vibrator out of your cunt and put my cock back in there. Wouldn't you really rather feel the hot splash of my come in your hot pussy?"
Lola nodded her head up and down. But the fact of the matter, she did not care where he shot her with sperm so long as he did it in the next few minutes.
"Okay, baby." He smiled down at her as he removed the neck of his cock over her tongue and past her lips. When the head of it was liberated, he scooted his body down hers until his cock was wedged between her tits. She pressed them together to hold it there for a moment. Then he furrowed it down from her breast to her belly and lower, permitting it to come through the slit of her cunt.
Then he got between her legs and forced them upwards to his shoulders so that he could fish the vibrator from her cunt. Once that was removed, he turned the switch on the vibrator in her ass, then, pushing her legs toward her chest and spreading the gates to her cunt wide open, he guided his cockhead into the moist cavern. The head touched the cunt lips and she jerked. He pushed forward until the entire neck of his cock impaled her. He let it rest there inert for a moment before he began his slow pumping action.
"You like that old boy better crammed up there, don't you?" Harry undulated his hips as she matched the movement with her pelvis.
"I like that any place you put it. Wow! What a-Oh, my God!-what a cuntful!"
Harry was panting. "Does your-does your twin sister dig-dig fucking as much as-as you do?"
"I told you-Jesus Christ, what a cock. I told you we were-Oooo-Aaaah!-told you we were identical." Lola lurched with each invading thrust of his cock.
"You mean-baby, you're too much-outstanding!-you mean, I could be fucking you like this and eating her out at-Hope you're ready for a fiery cuntful!-eating her out at the same time?"
Lola did not take time to answer. By then she was convulsive with reaction to that ever-driving cock of his. She reached her hands up and clasped them about his head to pull his face down to hers. Their lips met in a hot, liquid, slurping kiss as their bodies rolled and undulated, jerked and tossed with frantic acrobatics. He was on his toes, his legs straight, driving each plunge of his cock into her upturned cunt with such force that all the juices of each seemed to rush from their every nerve end, building higher and higher with explosive tingling sensations.
They were both moaning and making erotic sounds as their bodies banged relentlessly at one another. Harry felt Lola being triggered into climax. She reacted as if she wanted to suck his entire body up into her womb. Her eruption was immediately followed by his as he ejaculated, releasing a full load within her.
Their bodies shook with involuntary reaction as the last trickle of sperm oozed down the neck of his cock and into her slimy vagina. His body collapsed on top of hers. He lay limp for a moment, then realized that the vibrator was still moving in her ass and that that movement would begin to stimulate his cock again. He pulled out of her pussy, then got the vibrator from her ass.
Then, in complete exhaustion, he fell back on top of her and they rolled over onto their sides, remaining in naked contentment until life returned to their bodies.
TWO
Sunset at Cactus Health Spa cast long shadows from the rectangle of cabins around the pool. In the gray evening several of the guests of the spa lounged about the pool area. A friendly atmosphere prevailed. Lights had come on in some of the cabins; other buildings were dark because the occupants had driven into Palm Springs for the evening. There was not a great deal to do at the spa at night, unless one cared for a late mineral-spring bath. Harry and
Mae gave massages and other services into the evening.
"I hate the place," Ray Jackman belched as he sauntered with his hands clasped behind him. "The place is an oasis-a barren wasteland. Shoulda had my head examined for letting you talk me into coming out to this godforsaken hellhole."
Sarah Jackman looked over her clear, plastic-rimmed glasses. She was a woman of forty-five, still with a hint of beauty. But she walked slightly bent forward, because of arthritis in her hip. "Maybe we can find another couple to play Canasta."
"Humph!"
Sarah Jackman had come to the health spa for the baths, hoping to find something to ease her ailment. Ray had joined her, after much protest. They had arrived that afternoon, registered, unpacked their car, then drove into Palm Springs for an early dinner. Ray picked his teeth with a toothpick, ogling Lila Travis's mini-skirted figure as it flitted past and disappeared into the cabin next to the one from which she had emerged. Sarah, as usual, pretended not to notice her husband's interest in other women.
"Hmmm." Ray Jackman swiveled his head back as he nearly ran into his wife.
"Hmmmm?"
"Nothing, dear, just thinking-about some business I should have taken care of," he lied.
"Forget about business, Ray, we're going to have a marvelous weekend." Sarah fluttered laughter. "Let's sit out here by the pool. The night's comfortable now, just right-don't you think so, Ray-Raymond?"
Lila Travis appeared in the doorway. She was laughing. Ray turned to look at her. She crossed past him. No sooner had she gone toward the parking lot, than Ray was startled to look up and see an exact duplicate of the girl. Although not wearing an identical mini-skirt, Lola Kray had a similar short hairdo to that of her twin sister. Ray took a cigar from his coat pocket and had some difficulty finding his mouth to wet it before he struck his lighter.
"You were saying, dear?" Ray connected the flame to his cigar and swished the smoke away with his hand so that he could catch a last glimpse of Lola before she disappeared into the parking lot.
"I say, why don't we just sit out here and enjoy the night air?" Sarah was convinced that her husband's interests in other women were strictly as a spectator, and she tolerated them.
"Oh, hell, why not." Ray was gruff. He wanted Sarah to think she had talked him into it. "Nothing else to do."
They found a table in one corner. Sitting on opposite sides so that Ray could view the coming and going to the parking lot and Sarah could get a scenic view of the distant range of hills, the Jackmans settled into deck chairs. Sarah, as usual, immediately began a string of chatter that completely turned Ray off. He could care less about trivial gossip. He made appropriate sounds that made Sarah think he was reacting to her words, but his mind was a distance away. He was wondering, as a matter-of-fact, where Lila and Lola were going in such a hurry. He wished he could have ditched his wife and gone to get a better look. Perhaps they were just waiting out in the parking lot for some nice older man, like himself, to come out and pick them up. He had never in his life dated two girls at once-much less twins. The idea fascinated him.
As Ray puffed dreamily on his cigar, his head haloed in smoke, and Sarah rattled on in that irritating voice of hers, Mae Maples came out of the massage room. She was dressed in a scanty bikini which left little to the imagination. Her figure was one to attract attention even when fully clothed, but in a bikini she was a conversation stopper. Her red hair was tied in a matching bandana. Her every movement was of sensual charm and just plain sexiness. She ambled over to where the Jackmans were sitting, her body rolling, her tits seemingly ready to burst from her halter at any moment.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Jackman. Enjoying yourselves?" Mae was all smiles and personality. Ray appraised her body, craning his neck backwards to view her posterior.
"Yes, just a marvelous time." Sarah had a mechanical bubbling quality she turned on in front of strangers.
"And you, Mr. Jackman," Mae caught him observing her hindside. She ran her index finger under the leg of her bikini from crotch to rear end, allowing it to linger behind as if reaching in to spread her cheek beneath. Ray watched her action until she snapped her finger out from under the suit, then his eyes flashed up to hers.
"Yes-Sarah said it, marvelous." He chuckled in dirty-old-man tones, as his eyes swept across her neat figure.
"I came to the baths for my arthritis, you know." Sarah had a gushy quality when she wanted to impress people, or to attract sympathy. "Got it in my hips-oh, eight or nine years ago-and in my joints-wrists-knees."
"Well, the baths should do wonders for you." Mae's eyes glanced from Sarah's to Ray's. "You in top shape, Mr. Jackman?"
"For a boy of forty-eight, I am." Ray Jackman sat back in the deck chair, a cool, calculating expression on his face. He was certain Mae knew he was watching her. She ran her index finger under the rear waistband of her bikini and snapped the material before she removed her finger. She smiled knowingly at Ray. He sucked on his cigar and rolled it over his lips.
Sarah was talking a mile a minute about nothing in particular. She was oblivious to her husband's prurient glances at Mae's figure. "I literally had to drag Ray-that is, Mr. Jack-man-out here. But he needed the rest."
"I'm certain we'll find something to amuse Mr. Jackman-Ray, was it?" Mae's eyes flashed, her tongue wet her lips.
"Well, we're older folks." Sarah chuckled.
"Don't go in much for too many activities. We love Canasta."
"We'll see what we can find to amuse you." Mae winked at Ray. He sucked in more of his cigar than he usually did and coughed.
Sarah gazed at her husband and thought to comment on his smoking, but didn't. Her attention, as was that of her husband, was diverted by the sound of approaching high heels. Mae followed their attention and smiled as she recognized Grace Porter's tightly slack-clad figure.
Grace wore a half blouse, exposing her midriff. The blouse stood out with the protrusion of her breasts. Ray scooted down in his chair in hopes of peering under the blouse awning. He could see that she was wearing a bra, but the bra was made of a see-through netting.
"Mrs. Porter, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jackman-Grace, Sarah and Ray," Mae introduced. "Grace, your husband is just getting ready for his massage-he'll be a good forty-five minutes."
"Fine. It'll give me time to relax. Hot today, wasn't it?" Grace Porter smiled from Mae to Sarah, then swept an appraising glance to Ray. "Can't wait to get into the shower."
Ray appeared to be thoroughly disinterested in what was happening before him. However, he inhaled deeply on his cigar and let out large puffs of smoke to hide the admiring looks he gave first to Mae, then to Grace.
Mae excused herself to tend to business and Grace parted at the same time, crossing behind Ray and going into a cabin that angled in the. corner behind where the Jackmans were sitting. Ray was seated in such a way that he could see the light go on in the Porters' cabin through full-length sliding doors. He could see Grace's silhouette behind the pulled draperies. Sarah, however, was so situated that she could not see the Porters' window without completely turning around.
"Pleasant people, aren't they?" Sarah commented. "Although it seems to me that those bikinis are just a little too abbreviated-and Mrs. Porter's slacks-why, they cut right into her-well, her hips-they looked sprayed on."
"Didn't notice, love." Ray sounded disinterested, but he rolled his eyes to the side to watch Grace Porter's provocative silhouette behind the draperies.
"Well, it is a health spa," Sarah continued dryly. "I suppose one must expect to see-well, more skin in a place like this."
"How's that?"
"Never mind. You just don't seem to notice that sort of thing."
Ray adjusted his position so that he could put his feet up on another chair, and, in that position, he would be able to get a better look at the Porters' lighted window. He was totally nonchalant and grunted in reply to Sarah's incessant questions and general conversation.
A few minutes later, Ray controlled his eyes from showing interest as the draperies were pulled open at the Porter's window. A low light was on and another in an adjoining room-the bathroom, he thought. Suddenly Grace appeared in the window, stretching and breathing deeply of the fresh desert air. As she lifted her hands her half blouse pulled up, exposing her net bra beneath. Ray could not tell where her attention was, but he fancied that she was watching him.
Ray could also see that there was a window on the side of the room in which Grace was stretching. Its reflection shone out onto the building beside it. Grace's shadow was also projected on to the building. He held his hand to his face, pretending to play with his cigar, while shielding his interest in Grace Porter from his wife.
"You do plan to take the mineral baths, don't you, Ray? Ray? Are you listening?" Sarah's voice had an irritating ring.
"How's that?"
"The baths? Goodness, I can't imagine where your mind wanders to. I said-"
Grace now twisted her body so that she could use both hands to unfasten the zipper of her slacks. She seemed to be having some difficulty. She tugged at the zipper and as she did, each jerk of her body caused her tits to bounce. Fortunately, it was nearly dark and the area around the pool was poorly lit. Sarah could barely see Ray's face, much less the direction in which his eyes were looking. That didn't stop her; she continued with her chain of chatter. Ray shifted his position and jerked his body as if attempting to help Grace.
Finally she made it. Grace's hands slid in under the top of her slacks, soothing the skin around her lower belly where the waistband cut into her flesh. She moved away from the window, but returned almost immediately with a cigarette. She snapped a lighter and inhaled on the cigarette, letting her mouth form an O as she exhaled a stream of smoke, seemingly in Ray's direction. He inhaled on his cigar and repeated her O action with his lips, completely oblivious of whatever Sarah was going on about.
Grace's hands slid further under her slacks so that she could ease them down over her panties. The panties were brief, lacy and, he thought, black. She turned to put her cigarette in an ashtray and then with her back toward the window, she bent forward to skin the slacks down her thighs. Getting them to knee level, she reached for her cigarette. While she inhaled, she threw her head back and ran the full palms of her hands over the cheeks of her buttocks, running them down to her thighs, back up to her waist, and then dipping her fingers beneath her panties so that she could roll her hands to spread the crack of her ass. She rubbed her hands back and forth.
"Well, what do you think of that?" Sarah asked, after describing a suspected affair between a friend of theirs and his secretary.
"Nice-real nice."
"Raymond?! "
"Yes, dear?"
"Are you listening to me?"
"Oh, yes, dear-wouldn't miss a word-not a word."
"Hmmm. Well, then-"
Grace raised one leg as she peeled the slacks over her calf. She removed her shoe long enough to pull the slacks over her foot, then stepped back into the shoe, one of those high-heel jobs that only had a band of leather over the toes and just above so that it was easy to slip in and out of. She turned in profile as she peeled at the other slack leg. Once free of the slacks, she extended one foot to the dresser and smoothed her hand up her leg from toes to thigh. It was as if she were rubbing wrinkles out of stockings. But, from where Ray was viewing, he was almost certain that she wasn't wearing any. He strained his eyes to see, without moving his body.
Grace danced her fingers down her leg again as if she were doing a touch-your-toes exercise. She examined her feet, stroked them, massaging each toe and the entire foot, lingering around the ankle before she slowly pulled her outstretched fingers back up her leg. It seemed as if she were admiring the well-turned shape of her calf-at least Ray was admiring it. The room was just light enough that he could see more than just a silhouette. He wished she would turn on more light.
Now Grace brought her hands up to her thighs, one outlining the curve of her hip, while the other appeared to be caressing her crotch. Her fingers met on the underside of her thighs, while the outside hand rounded under her cheek and beneath the brief panties. The hand reached further and Ray perceived that she was stroking the tips of her fingers into the crack of her ass, perhaps playing one finger into the ass-hole and coming forward to wade through the moist slit of her cunt. That excited him. He twisted in the chair and crossed one leg over the other for fear that his interest would begin showing. He relit his cigar and watched as Grace guided her hand up her inner thigh. She pulled her hand up her crotch, obviously the middle finger pushing in to touch her clitoris, before she moved her hand on up to her belly.
"Of course," Sarah was saying about terms of office for certain politicians, "I think there ought to be a law against it."
"Not at all, my dear," Ray groaned as he puffed on his cigar.
"Not at all? Raymond, are you listening to me?"
"I've followed every action with a passionate interest."
"Every action?" Sarah sat forward.
"Of your tongue, my pet-of your tongue."
"And you don't think-"
Ray said "uh-huh" twice in the middle of Sarah's next sentence, and almost said it a third time, long and lingering, before he caught himself. He merely sighed.
Grace had lowered her leg from the dresser and slipped back into her shoe. Now she raised the other leg, allowing Ray to get a better look at her crotch. Grace ran her hands up and down that leg several times, again as if smoothing wrinkles from hose. As she brought her hands up her thigh, she rubbed back and forth, inching her way toward her crotch. As one hand circled about the curve of her buttocks, the other hand caressed up and fished beneath her lace panties, stretching the fabric so that her fingers could wiggle into the slit of her cunt. Then she held the panties aside with her nearest hand, while the other hand played over the hairy area and worked further down in between her legs. She smoothed her fingers back up to massage at her clitoris. Ray could just make out that she was running her middle finger in between her cunt lips, gouging it deeper into that liquid area, perhaps plunging the tip of it into her vagina. He took his feet from the chair where they had been resting, and crossed them in front of him as he felt an urgent tugging in his trousers.
Grace snapped the panties back into place over her cunt, but continued caressing her hands over her lower torso. Now she approached her panties from the top, using one hand to pull the elastic out and the other to scratch down into her pubic hair and slide down further to poke her middle finger into her clitoris before she dug in between her cunt lips. Her upper body wiggled and rolled back and forth as if she were keeping tempo with the finger caressing her snatch. Then she bent slightly forward as Ray was certain that she was submerging her finger way up inside her vagina, feeling around and moving it back and forth. She tossed her head back and rolled it from side to side as her finger movement accelerated.
Suddenly she withdrew her finger and ran that hand up from her cunt, over her belly. She held it for a moment between her tits. Then she ran her hand on up her body and inserted the middle finger into her mouth, sucking all the cunt juice from it. Now she dug her finger deep into her mouth, tonguing it, drawing it further and further as if it were a cock and she were attempting to coax come from it.
"Getting a bit breezy, isn't it?" Sarah observed and wondered why Ray looked so uncomfortable. "A little chill-that's the way the desert is when the sun goes down."
"Goes down? Chill?" Ray looked at his wife's concerned expression. "Seems warm out here to me."
"Warm?"
"Hot." Ray almost made a purring sound.
"Hot? Raymond Jackman, what ails you?" Sarah's eyes attempted to penetrate the darkness to see her husband's features.
"You go on in, if you want to, dear," Ray said without really watching his wife. "I think I'll have another cigar and sit out here."
"I'm not that cold yet."
"Don't want to catch a chill, do you dear?" Ray really would prefer that his wife leave. He fumbled for another cigar.
"You know what the doctor said about-" Ray turned off to his doctor's second-hand advice and put the entire cellophane wrapped cigar longways in his mouth. Even when he realized what he was doing, he was slow to remove and unwrap it.
By then Grace had taken her leg down from the dresser and slipped her foot back into her shoe. She disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a large bath towel which she threw over the bed. Getting another cigarette, she lighted it and made another O with her mouth as she exhaled. She seemed restless as she crossed twice to the mirror above the dresser, picking up the hairbrush the second time around. Although she did not look directly at him, Ray was certain that she was watching him, perhaps out of the corner of her eye. He held his cigar up to the side, hoping that its silhouette would look like a hardened cock. She did not seem to react to it. Instead she stroked the brush through her hair a couple of times.
Putting the brush down, she jiggled her shoulders around and, facing the window, reached down to touch her toes. She did that twice before she decided that her mini-blouse was inhibiting her. She stood upright and started to ease the buttons out of their holes. As she did, she stepped to the dresser and flicked on a radio. The music had a rock beat, almost burlesque. She wiggled out of the blouse as if she were on a runway, slowly easing out of the sleeves and dropping it down her arms, tossing it to the dresser with a flip. Then, raising her arms, she stretched. As she tossed her head back with a big yawn, she rotated her hips from side to side in hula fashion, then ground them around and almost did a bump as her knees scissored back and forth. Her tits bounced in reaction and she undulated her shoulders as if to exercise them more. Her hands cupped her breasts, then slithered down her sides to pop the elastic of her panties.
"Well, I've had enough, haven't you?" Sarah announced, standing up.
"Good God, no!"
"Raymond?"
"I meant to say-hardly. You go on ahead, dear. Do your hair or whatever. I'll just stay out here and enjoy the sss-"
"Ssss?"
"Cigar," Ray hurriedly corrected.
Sarah viewed her husband's dark silhouette. She knew his fondness for cigars and her dislike for them. It was just as well he remained outside to smoke. "Well, suit yourself." She kissed him lightly on the temple and moaned for sympathy. He patted her affectionately on the rear end and hoped that she would not see Grace Porter.
Ray did not wait until Sarah disappeared into their cabin the other side of the pool, before he returned his gaze to the energetic Grace Porter. She had touched her toes straight down ten times, then turned so that her hindside was facing out as she crossed her right hand to her left foot, then left hand to right foot. Ray viewed that spectacle and adjusted his chair so he could get a better look. Then she put her arms behind her neck and bobbed the upper part of her body down toward her knees.
Grace turned back to the window, grabbed a drag on her cigarette, and slouched on one hip. Again she made an O with her lips and exhaled in Ray's direction. Putting the cigarette aside, she ran her hands over her body, bending her pelvis forward as she stretched. She placed her hands on her knees and caressed her hands up her thighs, this time running both hands under her panties, Ving them at the crotch and edging them the entire circle of the leg openings until she grabbed hold of each cheek of her ass and bent forward, around to the right, up straight, down around to the left and way forward. She did that several times before she stopped in an upright position. Now her hands edged back around the leg openings, pulled the lacy panties away from her snatch where they had worked their way into the slit of it. Her hands eased in under the waistband and skidded from the sides back to grasp the cheeks of her ass before she brought them forward to play in her pubic hair. She used both hands to separate the lips of her cunt, the thumbs pushing at her clitoris. As her hands groped into her crotch, she shifted her weight from foot to foot and twisted her shoulders, putting her entire body into motion. With that sensuous rolling action, Ray heard her making little sounds of erotic delight, groans and sighs.
Ray stood up, circled around his chair, then rearranged it several feet closer to Grace Porter's window. He sat back and attempted to look casual, now practically facing the window. He wiggled as excitement filled him.
Fully aware of Ray's attention, as she had been from the beginning, Grace dipped her hands from her cunt and slithered them up her body. After first cupping her tits as if estimating their weight, she took her two index fingers and began drawing circles around the outer dimensions of her orbs and gradually narrowing the circumference of her finger movement until she outlined the saucer-shaped outer region of her nipple. When she reached the tips of them, she pinched, then outlined the contour of her see-through bra, over the base and around to the back where she unfastened it. Her tits burst forth with newfound freedom as she removed the garment and tossed it to the dresser. She returned to circling her index fingers around the outer extremities of her orbs and slowly bringing them toward the nipples.
She held the saucer of the nipple between her thumb and middle finger so that the index fingers of each hand could flick over the tip. As the index fingers stimulated the extra-sensitive nipple ends, the thumbs and middle fingers began a slow milking action. Her body undulated, rotating her hips and shoulders as wave after wave of excitement shot through her. Now her pelvis jolted forward from time to time, bouncing spastically and grinding into wild bumps. She threw her head back, a sensation of ecstasy motivating her body.
Releasing her milking hold on her tits, Grace widened her fingers as she scooted them down from her tits, over her soft belly and under the elastic of her panties. This time she slid the lacy garment and rolled it to her thighs, just barely exposing her crotch. Her fingers played into her pubic hair and explored further into her cunt, once again spreading the lips, titillating her clitoris and gouging between the cunt lips into her vagina. She used the fingers of both hands to part her pussy, before she eased them to her legs to skin the panties the rest of the way down her leg.
She got the panties as far as to her knees, when she, almost modestly, turned around, exposing her bare backside. Bending forward, she rolled the panties to the floor and stepped out of them. However, she remained in that bent forward position while her hands caressed up her legs, the calves firmed as she still wore the high heels. She spent some time just massaging her lower legs, gradually pushing them further apart. Then she stroked over her knees and up to her thighs. Her head was still low, the crack of her ass spread, and, although it was difficult to make out in the dim light, Ray thought he could see the underside of her pussy. Something was glistening between her legs, under the crack of her cheeks. He ogled as her hands caressed up her thighs, higher and higher, but always just missing her snatch. He could see her fingers protrude from the fronts of her thighs and curl around to the backs. Now they stroked up higher and reached to glide over the curves of her hips and down again, almost as if purposely avoiding that all-important cunt area.
Ray craned his neck to get a better look, then he quickly surveyed the pool area. Seeing that he was quite alone and unobserved-or so he imagined-he stood up and carried his chair another four and a half feet closer to Grace's window. He looked about again before sitting. He wondered if she could see him through her V-shaped legs as her hands swept from her ankles all the way up her legs to the very top of her thighs.
Grace pushed one hand completely through her legs and reached up to trace a finger from the base of her spine all the way down the crack of her ass. She lingered awhile at her ass-hole as if the region around it was sensitive to her touch. Taking her finger from her anus she put it to her mouth to moisten, then returned to her ass-hole. The wet invasion of her finger caused her to wiggle. Then she drew a line with her finger from her anus to the underside of her cunt. She used her full hand to massage over the surface of it, rubbing back and forth so that the lips as well as the clitoris were warmly stimulated. Now she used both hands, one on either side, spreading her cunt lips so that her vagina appeared as a gaping cavern. She pushed her fingers into it, stretching it as far as it would go.
After oozing her fingers in and out of her vagina for several seconds, Grace reached to the dresser to get her hairbrush, the handle of which was about five inches and it curved, being wide at the end. With one hand spreading her cunt lips, she inserted the brush handle with the other, then grabbed the bristles and worked it back and forth in her snatch with the other, then grabbed the bristles and worked it back and forth in her snatch with a driving fury. Almost as impulsively as she had thrust the hairbrush into her pussy, she jerked it out again.
She stood upright-and turned to face the window. Ray was certain that she was staring at him, perhaps inviting him to come in. But was she, or was it only his imagination? His cock was swollen hard, uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers. He stood so that he was in profile in relationship to Grace's window. Standing a moment with the cigar straight forward in his mouth, Ray put his hands into his hip pockets, spreading his coat back so that the contours of his belly and legs were apparent. Also conspicuous was the throbbing bulge at the fly of his trousers. He pushed his hips forward to make certain that the hardness of his cock was on view with no doubt of his desires. He rocked back on his heels several times. When he took his hand from his hip pocket to go for his cigar, he first allowed it to stroke into his crotch, to scratch at his balls and to grab the neck of his cock in the folds of his trousers to indicate the stiffness therein.
When he looked back to the window, Grace was not watching him at all. In fact, she had flopped back on the bed and had thrust her legs into the air, her pussy aimed toward the window. She proceeded to lift her hips off the bed and hold the cheeks of her ass in the palms of her hands as she bent her legs back and kicked them forward in a cycling exercise. Ray pushed his chair even closer, now getting a much better look into her cunt.
Grace continued the cycling workout for several minutes. When she stopped, she inserted the hairbrush up her cunt and continued kicking her legs into the air.
Ray could hear her grunting and groaning, panting with the exertion and making little exotic sounds caused by the hairbrush being inside her. He dragged on his burnt-out cigar, the taste of which caused him to cough. Fearing detection, he covered his mouth and slouched down in the chair. When he finally dared to take another look, Grace was standing again, stroking her body. The brush had been removed from her cunt. Now her finger was busily fucking in and out of her twat. She gasped as her body rolled from side to side. She lost her balance and caught herself on the ball of the foot end of the bedstead. That round device intrigued her. She fondled it. It was low enough that if she stood on one leg and rested the other leg, bent at the knee on the bed, she would be able to mount it. She got into position and used both hands to spread her cunt. The knob was not too big and with little effort she was able to get it and part of the carved area beneath into her liquid cooze. She lurched and moaned with its invasion. Then she grabbed both of her tits, one in each hand, milked and pinched them, and eventually lifted first one and then the other to her mouth to suck on. As she licked her tits, she began a movement like a child pumping a toy wagon, with her one leg curled under her and bouncing the mattress.
Ray could see the bedstead knob being thrust in and out of her cunt, up and down. He wanted to cross to the window, pull down his zipper, and hoist out his hot cock to show her what should be up there instead. However, Ray was more the adventurer in his dreams than he was in actuality. He remained where he was, cautiously keeping an eye out, as his hand slid back and forth over his cock. If he dared he would take it out, but he was not that brazen, although the thought occurred to him since his cock felt more swollen than it had in a long while-or, at least, so it seemed.
As Ray watched, now not hiding the fact that he was watching, (if he had been from the beginning), he stood up and crossed to the shadows just outside her window. He could not see the knob of the bedstead, which she never released in her bobbing up and down, but he could see that there were ball shapes strung below the top one. He could imagine how that series of rounded wood must have felt slipping up into her cunt, splashing against her cervix.
Grace squealed with each invasion of the bedpost into her twat, the knobby roundness of the ridges gouged at the membranes of her vagina and aroused her to an extreme height of excitement. She licked at her tits with a greater passion and sucked one of the nipples into her mouth. Then, with a free hand, she moved it down to her snatch and worked her finger against her clitoris while the bedpost rode into her. She gasped and groaned, rolled from side to side and bit on the nipple of her tit.
Ray all but had his face at the window screen, his hand on his cock. He was breathing hard too.
Now Grace had one tit in the fullness of her hand, squeezing it as though she were about to pull it from her body. The other tit was in her mouth. Her whole body was in motion, writhing, undulating, rolling. She made moans that trembled through her as she pumped harder and harder on the bedpost, driving it into her to its fullest length.
Finally her tit fell from her mouth and she caught it with the hand that had been at her clitoris. Milking at her tits, she jerked herself up and down on the post and contorted from side to side. She squealed as the hot flashes of climax ignited her every nerve end. She lurched and reacted violently with the spastic charges of electricity that were driving her to that moment of release. She sobbed, sighed, and groaned from the innermost part of her. Then she rolled and flopped as the juices flooded her already liquid cavern. She screamed, not loud but shrill, as climax burst through her. She fell forward and thrust her head back. Her fingers kept massaging into her tits as the after spasms of eruption trembled her. Slowly she managed to hoist herself until the bedpost snapped out of her pussy. She gasped and threw herself onto the bed, rolling over onto her back. With one hand still at her breast, the other hand explored down and reached into her cunt, still burning with the after moments of climax. She lay there for several seconds as her breathing returned to normal and the little slithers of excitement ceased shooting through her.
Ray had been on the verge of ejaculation when he saw Grace in such a frenzied state. Then he thought to control himself, that perhaps she would want to come more than once and would make herself available to him. He knew that if he shot once, that would be it for the night. With an art he had cultivated over the years, he was able to contain that moment of eruption by diverting his thoughts. He liked to have a woman reach climax several times to his one, it inspired him to greater heights. His cock was spitting clear lubricating fluid, but not come.
Regaining her breath and composure, Grace got up from the bed without even looking toward the window. She grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around her. Completely unconcerned whether Ray was watching or not, she waltzed into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Ray stood a moment in the darkness, still hard and trembling from the excitement. It occurred to him that he was in a strange position and, should anyone come upon him, he would have a difficult time explaining his presence. He edged from the double floor-length windows to the side of the building. He could see the window through which Grace's reflection had been projected against the next building. The window was easily accessible. He peered in, getting a full picture of the double bed.
Ray walked the area between the two cabins. The other cabin did not seem to be occupied. In the rear of the building he found the bathroom window. It was frosted over with steam. Fearing possible detection, he decided to take a circuitous route around the backside of the cabins and arrive at the parking area. Besides, that would give his erect cock time to lose its tension. However, as he took that way, he found himself more than just casually looking into other lighted windows. Never in his life had he seen such a display. He did not consider himself a voyeur, but after what he had just seen, and how he reacted to it, he was not certain. He rationalized that there is a certain amount of voyeurism in all people.
When Ray returned to the pool area, he skirted the kidney-shaped pool, trying to appear casual. Try as he may, he was unable to completely lose all the tension from his cock and, as a matter-of-fact, was hornier than he had been for a long while. As he passed the entrance to the baths, he encountered the tall figure of a man. The stranger wore walking shorts, a sport shirt and shower shoes.
"Good evening." The stranger was friendly. "You one of the health spa victims, too?"
In that dim light Ray could see that the man was over six feet tall, of average build, with a ruggedly pleasant but not particularly handsome face. "The husband of one of the victims." He laughed. "Ray Jackman's my name."
The man extended his strong hand. "Al Porter. Got hurt playing football back in high school, nothing serious, but every so often I get these cramps in my lower back. The doctor suggested I take the mineral baths. Can't say they do me much good, but I manage to get out here a couple of times a year. Damn good place to spend a weekend or two-real friendly people."
"Yes, so I noticed."
"Even if you're not taking the cure, you oughta try the baths and massages-they're something else."
"Oh, yeah?" Ray was not really interested, but he thought to make some small talk, since he recognized the man's name as being the husband of Grace Porter.
"Yeah. Harry just gave me a great going over." Al laughed. "He's fine when you just want to be rubbed-you know, for health purposes."
"And what if you want to be-well, rubbed for other purposes?"
"In that case, I recommend Mae Maples. like wow!" Al beamed. "Well, see ya 'round. Now that Harry's got all the right places tingling, I'm hot to relieve myself of a little passion with the little woman. Cool it."
Ray watched as Al bounced away from him, circled around the pool and disappeared in the cabin which he had been watching. The draperies were now pulled at the window. He strolled in that direction and sat in the chair. He wondered about the Porters, with a stud like Al, why the hell was Grace humping the bedpost? Maybe she was the kind of broad who really dug coming several times in the night and Al was not as versatile. He also imagined that a chick like Grace was enough to wear a man out with one ejaculation.
"How was the bath?" Ray could hear Grace calling from within the cabin.
"like wow! That Harry's something else."
"Oh, yeah? What'd he do, shake up your prostate gland?" Grace laughed, Her voice got closer to the window.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Hey, have we got any beer?"
"Yeah, in the ice box. Hey, Al, why not cool it with the beer for a while?" Grace sounded even closer. Ray could see her silhouette projected through the side window against the adjoining building.
"What's with the no beer scene?" Al's voice came closer as though he had walked into the bedroom.
"Thought maybe after all that rubbing, you might be in the mood."
"I can drink beer and be in the mood."
"So drink."
Ray could see Al's silhouette through the curtain as it got near Grace's. He could also see two projected shadows against the wall. He scanned the pool area. Not a soul around. Did he dare? He rose from the chair and moved toward the next-door cabin, then quickly ducked between it and the Porter's cabin. He flattened himself against the wall and inched toward the window. When he peered into the window, Al and Grace were in an embrace. Al was still dressed, Grace wore only a large bath towel.
Ray braced himself against the adjoining building and prepared to enjoy his ringside seat.
While they kissed-nice, big and juicy, Ray thought-Al's hands stroked down the fullness of Grace's body, finding the folds of the towel and unwrapping her. She clung to the towel beneath her armpits, her naked back exposed in Ray's direction.
"You are horny," Grace observed as she pushed herself back from Al, smiling in his face.
"And you're not?" Al put his hands to her towel, just above her breast and yanked it from her so that she stood naked before him. "Bullshit!"
"Well, you might coax me."
"Coax you, hell! One blink of my eyelash and you'll have me raped in no time flat." Al laughed, stood back and held his arms at his waist. He looked down to his fly where his cock was beginning to rise. Grace's eyes followed his. "Well, I'll be damned! Lookee here!"
Grace twirled her stiff outstretched fingers so that she could caress down the fly of his trousers, the outline of his cock hardening as she inched down it. Once she had played her fingers around the head of it, she brought her hand back up the neck of it until she found his zipper. With a jerk, she tugged it down as far as it would go then slipped her slender fingers in between the zipped opening and burrowed past the fly to his boxer shorts until she felt the smooth flesh of his cock. Again she let her fingers slip down the length of it and circle around the cockhead. Her other hand began working at the top buttons of his walking shorts and they slid to his knees with no effort. She relinquished her groping of his cock long enough to slip her hands beneath the elastic of his boxer shorts. As she bent forward to tug his shorts the rest of the way down his leg so that he could step out of them, Al ran his hands over her naked back and into the crack of her ass. As he stepped out of the shorts, Grace raised her head to the level of his cock, the sight of which caused her to ripple with excitement. She caught it again with one hand, while the other hand played with his balls. He, in the meantime, began stroking her tits and running his hands over her body. His cock stood perpendicular to his body.
"Now see what you've gone and done?" Al looked down at his flailing cock, laughed, then lowered his head so that he could tongue the nipple of her right tit while his hand played with the left. His other hand slid down to her pubic hair, twisted around in it and fingered to find the wetness of her cunt. His finger wedged into the slit, fondled her clitoris until it got hard, then dipped in further to work between the cunt lips and into the vagina.
Grace twisted with excitement, throwing her body full into Al's. "What're we standing up for?" she panted and pushed him toward the bed. Al moved with her tit in his mouth, and fell hard onto the bed.
Their tongues licked at each other as their hands explored each other's body. Grace's fingers found the buttons of Al's shirt, half unbuttoning, half caressing his front side until she got the shirt off his shoulders. He rolled out of his shirt and threw his arms back around Grace. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as far as she could get it, their bodies postage stamp close. Al's cock throbbed hard pressed against her belly.
Grace pulled her mouth from Al's and tongued her way across his cheek to his ear, sucking in on the lobe and twisting her tongue into the inner curves. She licked completely around the ear, then down the cord of his neck, over to his Adam's apple, lipping it before she lapped her way to his other ear. Al kissed at her face and throat, clutched at her tits, then squeezed from the cheeks of her ass to her thighs until he groped at her cunt. However, Grace was taking the initiative. She ran her tongue from one side of his chest to the other. He milked at her tits and pinched the nipples with his fingers as she worked her way down his body, licking over his entire torso. She tongued into his navel and down to his lower belly. Now she licked her way back up his thighs, over and around, permitting her mouth to touch his balls before it darted back to his thighs and up to his belly.
Al was alive with an electric feeling as Grace's tongue ran over his body. His cock became harder and harder, leaping forward, slick and ready. Her hands glided up his hairy legs, over the front and around to the back, holding the cheeks of his ass like they were two melons. Clutching his flesh, she spread the cheeks apart, letting one finger explore in to trace the length of his crack and play around his ass-hole. Her tongue dipped into his pubic hair and circled around his pulsating cock while her finger slipped between his thighs and fondled his testicles.
Ray had moved to the window, assured that he was protected by the shadows. He could see the full action, both straight on and reflected in the dresser mirror. His own cock pounded at his trousers. He licked his lips and imagined that he was the one naked on the bed with Grace Porter. His imagination went wild, but he could not help it as he watched the erotic activity.
Grace stroked her hands back over the cheeks of Al's ass, from there to his thighs, coming together so that the fingers tickled at the underside of his scrotum. She held her face not more than a hair's breadth from the end of his cock. He lunged forward, his cockhead touched her lips, oozing a clear liquid on them. Opening her mouth, she moved her head side to side, her tongue between her teeth wetting the glistening end.
Al reached down and pulled at her tits with one hand while the other fondled through her hair and around her ears. He scooted his hips upward and hunched his shoulders to pull both her tits. "Come on, sweetheart, get that big peter! Blow the hell out of it!"
Grace griped one hand around the neck of his cock, studied it a moment, then puckered her lips to blow a gentle stream of air over it.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Isn't it?" Grace laughed, then, still holding his cock by the neck, she put her lips to the mushroom and began nibbling around the underside edge until she completely circled it. She rounded it a second time, this time with the tip of her tongue. Now she puckered her lips over the head, right above the opening, and slowly pushed her tightened lips down over the head. Once the mushroom was fully inside her mouth, she sucked in as hard as she could, tripping the tip of her tongue over the end. Finally she sucked on it so hard that it popped from her mouth. She giggled and suctioned her mouth in the crack between his thigh and lower torso, dangling her chin on his balls. Al's body jerked with a tickling sensation.
Ray leaned against the building, his face at the window frame. He cautiously scanned to see that he was not being observed. Then, feeling secure in that hiding place, he unzipped his fly and slipped his hand in between the zipper teeth, under the flap of his shorts, and ran his hand down the smooth tube of his hard cock.
Grace searched one hand down Al's leg as the other curled into a firmer grip around his balls. Her fingers lightly caressed back up his leg on the underside. She scratched her nails into the cheek of his butt, while her other hand squeezed deeper into his scrotum. That inflicted pain was enough to force Al to bolt forward and, as he did, she opened her mouth to allow his cock to completely lunge inside. He trembled with a spine-tingling sensation as she closed her mouth over his organ and permitted her tongue to slide along the underside bulge. Pulling her head back, she fastened her lips suction-like to the neck of his cock until they stopped at the ridge of the head. She pushed it back into her mouth again, the cockhead gouging into her throat. In a state of ecstasy, Al lay back and looked down his body to watch his talented wife.
Again sliding her lips up to the head, she wound them around before going down on the neck of it once more. Her hands searched his rear end and his testicles at the same time as she pulled her head back, licking over the cockhead and taking her mouth away from it.
The hand playing with his balls slid up the neck of his cock, catching it in a firm hold as Grace pulled it upward and caught his pouch of testicles in her mouth, sucking in on both balls at the same time. She moved her tongue over the meaty balls, favoring each one at a time, then both together.
Al tingled in reaction, hardly able to control himself. He milked her tits and rubbed his hands over as much of her body as he could reach. His hands clutched at her head to disengage her mouth from his balls. Too much of that and he would be ready to shoot in no time-and he wanted that sensation to last. His scrotum slipped from her mouth as she dove to line the bulging underside of the neck of his cock with her lapping tongue.
"My turn, baby," Al said as he pulled her face to face with him. He gouged his tongue into her waiting mouth and thrust it in as far as he could get it. As she sucked on his tongue with the same enthusiasm as she had on his cock, he ran his. hands down her back and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks in his two hands. Retrieving his tongue from her mouth, Al washed it around her lips, across her cheek to her right ear. He nibbled his lips around the rim of her ear, then tongued into the ridges of it until he pierced the tip in as far as it could wind. While he licked into her ear, he forced her body into a reclining position, face up as he hovered his own over it.
He lowered his mouth to her tit, his lips were ravenous as he touched the nipple. Taking as much of the one tit in his mouth as he could, and squeezing at the other with his hand, his body lurched, his cock speared at her legs. In the meantime, she gripped her fingers, all ten, into his scalp and shook his head as if to encourage him to suck even deeper.
"Kiss the other one," Grace moaned as she guided his head to the other side of her chest. While he licked and squeezed at her tits, she directed his other hand down her body until, with spread fingers, it clutched into a whole handful of crotch. Impulsively one finger began a methodic burrowing in. The wetness of cunt lips stimulated him all the more.
Grace slithered her hands up from his thighs as she twisted in response to his fingers digging at her cunt. She clawed at his buttocks, then moved her hands up his back to grip his shoulders. The pressure of her hands on his shoulders guided his lips from her tit down her belly. He moved his head from side to side to flop her tits against his temples as his tongue washed to her belly button. His mouth wound circles around her lower abdomen as he inched toward her writhing crotch. Moving his hands from her upper body, he slipped his fingers into the slit of her cunt, pulling it open to either side as if parting draperies. He lowered his head as she put one foot up on the bed so that her cavern was gaping. Washing his tongue around the edge of her cunt lips, he slowly worked his way in between the inner and outer lips, scooping out the trough on either side with his tongue. She pushed her pelvis forward so that nearly his entire face was covered with her snatch. She ground her hips and bumped toward him.
Ray zipped his fly and walked out from between the two cabins, his hands clasped behind him. He scanned in all directions, then, certain that no one was about, he scampered back to his post at the Porters' window. Sarah was not one who liked oral sex. That bothered Ray, since he liked it and wished to participate in it. He waited a minute or two until he unfastened his zipper again. He could only touch his cock a few minutes before, after all the visual stimulation, it was ready to erupt.
Al's cock gouged at Grace's leg. She kissed her own nipples with the excitement of the moment, spasms of sensation gushing through her. Easing her cunt from the lapping of his tongue, Grace lowered her body so that he could once again suck on her nipples. As she pushed down, she snagged the end of his cock in the wet lips of her cunt. She teased it by rolling her hips and permitted the head to be temporarily encompassed by her liquid cavern.
Al fell back on the bed. Grace turned over and lunged her mouth to his chest, taking his nipple in to be massaged by her tongue. She straddled his hips so that her cunt was just above his cock. She teased it with her cunt lips, pushing it down against the heavy bulge on the underside, since it was pointed at his navel. Slipping her oozing cunt over that muscle fascinated her and caused her to take the whole of one of his nipples into her mouth and bite into the flesh around it. He jerked up, his cock jolting toward her belly. She reached her hand down, grabbing the cock by its neck, and running the cockhead over the lips of her pussy. Just when Al thought she was going to shove that hard meat up her twat, she scooted further down his body, between his legs, and began mopping her tongue up his thighs, around his testicles and up to the neck of his cock. While she sucked on his testicles, she hoisted his legs up over her shoulders, then pushed from the underside until his legs were in the air and his anus was spread and exposed. She licked down from his scrotum, over the hard muscle below until she washed around his ass-hole. He wig gled and tossed so spastically with the tickling sensation that she widened the circumference of her slurping to include both cheeks. Then she washed back to his tightened scrotum.
Al got further up on the bed as Grace buried his cock in her mouth and began an accelerated up and down motion on it as it thrust time and time again into the tunnel of her throat. Her hands caressed his body, gouged and scratched as she felt every muscle within tighten as he got closer and closer to the moment of climax.
With his hands firmly clasped about Grace's jaw, Al snapped his cock from her mouth. "That was close!" he laughed as he pulled her face once again to his for another long and piercing kiss. She lay flat atop his body. He pulled her legs forward so that she was on her knees above him. He ran his tongue over her lips and sucked on her chin as he slid his body under hers. Now he licked around her neck and wiggled so that his face was directly between her dangling tits. He kissed from breast to breast, grabbing the outer sides of the fleshy orbs, pushing them toward the middle. His mouth open, tongue protruding, he licked in the close quarters from side to side until he sucked in one nipple and then the other. When he released his hand hold on her tits to explore further down her body, Grace undulated her shoulders, slapping his face with her breasts.
By then Al was scooting further down, licking his liquid tongue into the softness of flesh around her navel before inserting it into that indentation. Now steadying her hips, he slid down so that his head was between her thighs. He turned his head to one side and licked as much of her thigh as he could reach, going up practically to her crotch before turning his head to wash the other thigh. Gripping his hands about the cheeks of her butt, he pulled his face up to bury into the slit of her crotch, licking his tongue from side to side as Grace jolted and squirmed with that penetration.
As Ray watched Al's tongue licking over the surface of her cunt, he pulled his cock from his pants and slowly eased the skin back and forth over it. His face leaned against the window frame, the screen imprinting its design in his skin. Oh, God, if only that were his mouth eating into her snatch! If only-
Al had scooted all the way between Grace's legs and had reversed his position so that he was on his knees behind her. He kissed up the back of her thighs, circled over the roundness of her buttocks, and licked his tongue down the other thigh. He did this several times, going from side to side, but always just missing her pussy with his tongue. Her butt wiggled from side to side as if trying to find the tip of his tongue with her cunt lips. Now he placed his hands on either cheek of her ass and licked his tongue down the crack of it, spreading it wide as he tongued into her ass-hole, then traced on down to lap into her cunt, running lines up and down with his tongue and gradually penetrating deeper and deeper. He held the cunt lips aside so that he could dig his tongue into her slippery vagina, winding it around the sensitive membrane walls. Grace flopped and turned, squealed and sighed as tremble after tremble of excitement pulsated her body into a writhing mass of flesh.
He licked his tongue from her cunt down her thighs and, placing his hands on her butt, rolled her over onto her back. He laid his cock along the slit of her cunt so that either side of the cunt lips could hold it in place. Then he stretched out on top of her, his tongue parting her lips and lunging into her mouth. His hand now pulled and manipulated her breasts as he forced his legs between hers, his rigid cock gouging at her belly. Moving his mouth from her lips, he suctioned it over her right nipple, lapping his tongue over the tip of it and sucking a whole mouthful of the flesh between his teeth. His tongue wound around and around as
Grace lifted her legs and reached her hand down to skin his cock back and forth, at last rounding the head of it in the palm of her hand. Her other hand parted her moist cunt lips, creating an opening for his erect muscle. She put it into place, stationing it between her cunt lips. She scratched her fingers back up his flesh. Her body twisted and jolted with the combination of his mouth action at her tits and the invasion of his cock into her shaft. He pushed forward until it was fully submerged, then undulated his hips to force it against her cervix.
Al raised his head from Grace's breast, putting his hands beneath her hips to lift it to rest on his thighs. He caressed her legs as he began a steady pumping, plunging his piston in and out of her oozing cavern. His hands slid over her body, finally holding both tits full in his hands as he increased the speed of his thrusting hips. Each jab plunged it in as far as it would go and each pull nearly dislodged it. He worked his arms in beneath her knees so that they were pushing back toward her chest.
Al was on his toes, doing pushups over Grace's jolting body. As he pushed forward, she lurched up to meet him. She clawed and scratched at him, pinched his flesh as the excitement swelled within her. Al put his mouth to her tit and sucked on the soft skin. They were animals in the heat of passion.
Ray had to let his hard cock suspend in midair for a few seconds while the juices which had mounted in him were contained. He was sweating, his clothes wet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Al's butt bobbing up and down. He looked out to the area around the pool. A car was heard pulling up in the distance. He would have to keep an ear out.
When he turned back to the window, Al was breathing with deep gasps, his body flat and rigid above Grace.
"What'cha waiting for?" Grace thrust her pelvis upward that the length of Al's cock could be pushed back down to her cervix.
"Just one more time" Al panted. "Let's change positions."
"like how?"
"Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed."
"Oh, that one."
As Al withdrew his cock from her cunt, he stood beside the bed, his hard muscle perpendicular and throbbing at an up-thrust angle. Grace got on her hands and knees and backed to the edge of the bed, where Al caught her hips and steadied them in position so that he could smooth his hands down to her cunt and spread the lips. After fingering into her widened hole, he put his cockhead to it and gradually inserted it until the entire neck was within her. He savored the sensation of having his pole encased in that moist sheath. As he did, he slowly withdrew his cock until the head came to the opening of the cunt lips. He thrust forward again, perhaps a little faster than the first time. He brought it back and plunged with more force the third time. Now he began a steady pumping in and out as he ran his hands over her back and under to milk at her tits. Once he was in action, her body shook and wiggled in response. She pushed herself back to meet each of his forward strokes and pulled from him as he retreated only to make the next coming together even more forceful.
Their pumping accelerated as he caressed her back and legs, her tits and belly, plunging his piston in and out of her oozing cunt. His hands groped all over her body, now faster and more frantic as his hip action increased in speed.
Grace was writhing with ecstatic delight, flopping and jerking with his movement and matching his tempo. Their bodies were liquid and made popping noises when they snapped together or apart. She could tell by his jerky lurches that he was on the verge of eruption as she, too, felt the tingling sensation of climax glowing hotly urgent through her. In a moment his spastic jolts and the liquid invasion she felt caused her to explode to meet his force.
As his cock grew limp, Grace flattened forward on the bed, dislodging that muscle. Al fell on top of her, surrounding her with his arm. He held her close for several minutes, petting her and bringing her down.
Ray almost shot his load when the Porters did, but he was distracted by approaching footsteps, the clicking of high heels. He quickly replaced his cock within his trousers and pushed tightly against the wall to avoid detection away from the light shining from the Porters' window. Although he could not see their faces, he was certain that the two women that passed were the twins, Lila Travis and Lola Kray. He held his breath until he was certain they had gone into their cabins. Finding the coast clear, Ray moved stealthily from between the cabins and hastened toward his own.
Sarah had left a light burning, but she was in one of the twin beds, lying on her side, her night shades over her eyes. Ray tiptoed in, looked around, then whispered, "Oh, Sarah baby, I have a little surprise for you."
THREE
Sarah Jackman had been sound asleep the night before-or, if not, pretended to be. She only wiggled her nose when her husband kissed her on the cheek. Seeing that she did not intend to respond to his amorous intentions, Ray undressed and took a long cool shower. He was used to such treatment. He lay awake an hour or so after he finally got into bed, as memories of Grace Porter returned again and again. When he did fall asleep, his dreaming was filled with even more erotic images of Grace. In his dreams it was not Al Porter she was fucking and sucking, it was himself. In his dreams, contrary to life, Ray Jackman was insatiable, indestructible. He was a super-sexman, who came and came and came. When he awakened next morning, he was a little exhausted from his incessant sex dreams.
Sarah had let him sleep late, since she was off for an early round of baths and the full health-spa treatment. She would leave Ray to his own devices. A note was pushed into the corner of the bathroom mirror advising that Sarah had gone for a bath and suggested that Ray amuse himself as best he could. What does one do at a health-spa at ten-thirty in the morning to amuse oneself? He supposed there might be several things-a gym, perhaps, although he had not worked out in years.
First off, he would pick up a newspaper and go to the restaurant for breakfast. Over food and several cups of coffee he could read the paper in leisure and perhaps think up something to amuse himself. He ducked under the shower to help him fully awaken. That finished, he dressed in a pair of yellow walking shorts and a sports shirt. Sarah had chosen this costume. He did not particularly like it, except that it reminded him of Al Porter's attire of the night before. He wore yellow socks and his suede loafers. Then, donning a straw hat he usually wore for golfing and his dark glasses, he strutted out to meet the day. His casual demeanor belied his horny condition which remained from the night before.
Several bodies were splashing in the pool as he rounded it. He recognized no one. Sprinting toward the small restaurant, however, he was distracted by the appearance of Lola Kray and her twin sister. Lila. They were headed for the mineral baths. Ray doffed his hat. They did not seem to notice, or pretended not to. Undaunted, he pushed his way into the restaurant and picked up a newspaper before finding a table. Although his eyes scanned the headlines, his thoughts were on the twin sisters. Again he considered the possibilities of making it with two identical girls at the same time.
Mae Maples, clad in a white bikini, came in from the massage department, wiping her hands on a towel. She also ran the restaurant which served only breakfast and lunch. Ray Jackman was the only customer that time of the morning. He sized up her pert figure as she approached him, then ordered. She told him to help himself to the coffee and juice, which were set out on the counter. His eyes flashed with prurient notions as he watched her retreat into the kitchen. He thought that just one of Mae Maples would be enough to keep a man busy for some time.
He tried to concentrate on the newspaper, but for some reason he just was not interested in world and local news. In fact, his mind remained on the topic of sex and only upon that subject while his eyes blankly scrutinized the printed page.
Mae served his breakfast. She had a massage to give shortly, so she left only after brief small talk. Again Ray surveyed her sexy movement and found it difficult to return his mind to his ham and eggs.
Ray looked up when the door opened from the outside and Grace Porter pushed her way in. She was wearing a brief sun outfit, a mini-skirt with pants conspicuous beneath. The top was hardly more than a bra with straps. She wore a large, floppy picture hat made of the same material as the rest of her outfit. Her dark glasses-covered eyes scrutinized the room, swept briefly over Ray before she closed the door behind her and crossed to the counter to get coffee and juice. She took them to a table just a short distance from the one at which Ray was seated. She started to sit with her back to him, then, on a whim, she sat so that she was facing him.
"Just juice and coffee, Mae honey," Grace called as Mae stuck her head through the swinging door. "I'll see if I can't work up an appetite for lunch." She laughed, and again swept her eyes in Ray's direction before looking down into her coffee cup.
Ray watched her for several minutes, toying with his breakfast. He managed to eat a bite or two before he got up to refill his coffee cup. "Good morning, Mrs. Porter," he said politely, "I'm Ray Jackman-Mae Maples introduced us last night-out by the pool. Perhaps you remember?"
Grace ran her eyes from his knees up to his face. She half smiled in recognition, then quickly looked back at her coffee cup.
"More coffee?" Ray had the pot in his hand as he moved to her table.
Again she studied him, this time from crotch up and back again, lingering at the latter. "Why, thank you, Mr. Jackman."
"Ray."
"Ray." She extended her cup.
He stood for a moment, uncertain of what next to do, so he returned the coffee pot to the warmer and went back to his own table. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
Grace smiled in acknowledgement and sipped from her cup. Her eyes were most decidedly on the man, but she liked to feel that men were pursuing her. She knew how to lead them on. "Yes."
"I believe I met your husband last night," Ray said a while later. "He was coming from the massage room."
"Al didn't mention-but, of course, why should he?"
"Yes-why?" Ray cleared his throat and started to attack his ham. He said nothing more until he finished eating all the breakfast he cared to. Then he sipped at his coffee. "You come here often?"
"Fairly often."
"Live in Los Angeles?"
"No, Ventura."
"We live in Pasadena." Ray laughed. He did not feel he was doing too well. All he could think of was the night before of first seeing Grace in nude display, then later her and Al balling. He got up again to refill his coffee cup and held the pot to offer some to Grace. She accepted. After he returned the pot to the warmer, Grace said, "Why don't you join me? Not much point in calling across the room to each other, is there?"
"Thank you." Ray sat. Grace readjusted herself and leaned forward on her elbows, for the first time looking directly into his face. As her head came forward, she sat so that, with no effort at all, Ray could see down into her halter-like top which loosely held her tits. His eyes moved from that point of interest up into her face.
A sardonic smile crossed her face. "Did you enjoy the view last night, Ray."
"Huh? The-uh-what view."
"From outside my window."
"Oh, that view!"
"What other view did you think I was referring to?" Grace pursed her smiling lips and lowered her dark glasses.
"I didn't realize-"
"I could see you?" Grace laughed. "How could I miss?"
Ray swallowed hard. He was not prepared for such a confrontation. "Well, Sarah and I-"
"I was referring to the time after your wife left."
"Oh ... then. Well, you see, Sarah doesn't like me to smoke cigars in the house...."
"Come on, Ray, don't give me that." Grace ran the frames of her glasses along the edge of her lips. "You dug what you saw and you smoked another cigar as an excuse to stay out and see more, didn't you?"
"Well-uh-as a matter-of-fact, I guess I did."
"So? What's to be ashamed of? Pretty normal for a male to wanta get a load of broad's body-naked and twitching to be-well, fucked."
"Fucked?"
Grace watched over the rim of her coffee cup as she drank and saw that he was squirming. "So I rode the bedpost. When you've got an itch that makes to twitch, well, any kind of a big, long, round thing comes in handy to scratch it."
Ray blushed with embarrassment. He had never known such an outspoken woman. "Well, you see-uh-that is-"
"Tell you what, Ray, I dig older men." Grace smiled and reached over to stroke the back of his hand. "Al isn't all that old, you know, so even after we make it-well, you understand, don't you? I just like older men to be completely satisfied."
"You mean you do it with guys other than your husband?"
"Are you being naive?" Grace squeezed his hand. "I'm propositioning you, if you haven't noticed."
"You are?"
"Funny thing about guys your age-guess it's because they're married to old scarecrows-but they seem to figure that young chicks don't turn on to them." She ran her fingers up his hairy forearm. "No wonder there's a generation gap. I guess we young chicks scare you older guys away."
"I'm-uh-I'm not scared." Ray swallowed hard, and tried to cross his legs for fear that the rising of his cock would become obvious.
"Oh, no?" Grace wet her lips and lightly pulled her index finger down the length of his forearm, over his hand and down his middle finger. She put her finger under that finger and snapped it up, letting it fall hard against the table. "My husband's off on his own fun and games till sometime this afternoon. There's not an awfully lot to do around here, unless you take the baths and stuff."
"I don't know-"
"What happened last night? After you watched Al and me making it-oh yeah, I saw you standing outside our window ... kinda turned me on-what did you do, go screw your wife all night?"
"Well, no-she-she was asleep." Ray felt his face must be crimson. "And-she-well, she was gone this morning when I got up."
"Crazy! So you must have quite a cockful to get rid of." Grace giggled and jiggled her breasts.
Words failed Ray. His mouth dangled open. Grace removed her hand from the table and put it beneath so that she could clutch her fingers into his knee. Ray's eyes widened. "Come on, Daddy-o, let's you and me have a little morning workout."
Ray rattled his cup as he put it back on his saucer. He got up and went to the other table to get his hat and glasses. He put the glasses on as if thinking to disguise himself from anyone who might see him leaving the restaurant with Grace Porter or going into her cabin. He waited until they got outside before he put on his hat.
"You should have stuck around last night," Grace all but sang as they sauntered past the pool. "The second and third times with Al and me are the wildest. The first time's just sort of a warm-up period."
"More than once?" Ray managed to mumble. He kept his head straight forward, but his eyes moved from side to side. He was certain that a thousand eyes were watching them.
"More than once? Is that your scene?" Grace laughed and put her arm in Ray's elbow. "We might as well forget it if you can't make it more than once-I mean, like at least twice."
Fear filled Ray. "Oh, well I'm sure I can-it's just that-well, I don't get the chance very often."
"Well, you'll get it this morning, Daddy-I mean, like at least twice."
Ray had second thoughts as he watched Grace put her key in the door lock. He had been a man of challenge all his life, being in business for himself he had to be. With determination, he decided to accept this challenge. Who knows maybe that was exactly what he needed! He lagged only a second on the welcome mat before entering the Porter's cabin. However, he turned with a start as Grace closed the door behind him and bolted it. He chuckled uneasily and rubbed his sweaty palms on his shorts.
"Nice place you have here." He moved self-consciously away from where she was standing.
Grace leaned against the door and surveyed him. She moved only her eyes over his body, making him feel uneasy. Finally she said, "As you saw last night, I dig being the aggressive one. How's that fit your libido?"
"Huh?" Ray backed up against a table.
"Let me put it this way," Grace smiled as she stepped from against the door, "I dig-you know-undressing the guy, like I was raping him. I know that's supposed to be the man's role, but you can tell I'm not too timid. In fact, I opened the draperies on purpose last night so that you could watch me getting undressed. And I know you saw me undressing Al." She crossed to directly before him, so that she could outline his jaw with her index finger. "How's your wife?"
"She's pretty good-just her arthritis."
"I mean at sex. Is she a good fuck?" She ran her hand from his jaw down his neck and into the open area above his shirt buttons. "How's she at cocksucking? Or does she go that route?"
"Well, she's a little on the religious side-" Ray felt that he was pushing himself further back against the table.
Grace laughed. "I suck cock religiously. So what does that have to do with religion?"
"Well, as a matter-of-fact-" Before he could complete what he was about to say, Grace clamped her hand over his crotch, curling her fingers about it and under his balls.
"Nice hunk of meat you've got there. Still a little soft, but we can take care of that in short time." One hand began unfastening his shirt buttons, while the other worked up and down over his cock. It took little encouragement before it began to swell. "Guess maybe I dig older men because they really appreciate getting a nice young chick to fuck. Right?"
Ray stood petrified as he watched her undo the last button on his shirt. Then she put both hands, palms down, on his belly and ran them up to his chest, squeezed at his pectoral muscles and moved up to his shoulders to ease his shirt from his shoulders. As she ran her hands over his back in bringing the shirt down his arms, she pushed her belly to his and thrust her pelvis toward his cock. As the shirt fell from his dangling arms, Grace wrapped her arms around his upper body and put her mouth on his, her lips wide apart. Ray was slow to react to her open mouth above his, but he opened his mouth as her tongue washed at his lips. When his tongue did not come out to meet hers, she thrust her tongue full into his mouth, the invasion of which caused even more excitement to charge through him. Her hands began kneading his flesh, running from the top of his back to his waist and down below to grip the cheeks of his ass. Ray jerked as she pinched his butt, his now hard cock, though still in his shorts, pushed against her lower torso which she wiggled around in response.
She put her hands on his hips at the waist of his shorts and brought them around front where she found the belt buckle and the top snap. Withdrawing her tongue from his mouth, she sucked in, trying to draw his tongue into her mouth. He was slow to grasp what she wanted, since French kissing was not a sport he and Sarah indulged in. However, once his tongue was in her liquid cavern and was met by her tongue, he seemed instinctively to know what to do. He plunged his tongue in and she sucked it in further. At the same time, she found the zipper to his fly and, with a jerk, she tugged it down and pushed the shorts from around his hips. They fell to the floor.
Grace stood back and looked at him. He stepped out of his walking shorts. "Take off your shoes and socks," she commanded as she removed her hat and glasses. She put them on the other side of the room so that she could come back toward him with an appraising glance.
Ray kicked off his shoes and bent forward to slip off first one sock and then the other. He stood back up self-conscious of his hard cock protruding beneath his jockey shorts. When Grace crossed back to him, she put her hand to his shorts to stroke his cock, first from outside, then pulled open the elastic band and reached down to get a good feel of the slick skin. She worked it back and forth. Stepping back, but still petting his cock, Grace undulated her body.
"Well, Daddy-o, how does that feel."
"G-Great."
"Sc why don't you get a feel of me?" She laughed. "You don't make it with other women, much, do you?"
"No, not really."
"You just do a lot of looking and dreaming, huh?"
"You might say that."
"That's not as much fun as doing it." She caught him by the wrist and raised his hand to her tit. "How's that feel to you, Daddy-boy?"
"Uh-huh." His eyes were glassy as he barely moved his fingers to get a better feel. "Yeah, that feels good."
"Take my bra off me so you can get a good feel."
"You mean--? " He seemed even more embarrassed.
"Just reach your hands around me and untie the string, Daddy-o." She put her arms around him once again as he put his around her. Then, as he fumbled to find the knot, she put her mouth to his again. He was all thumbs and found it difficult to concentrate on either extending his tongue into her mouth or untying her bra string. Finally, withdrawing his tongue from her mouth, after having forced it in as far as he could, he felt the knot give way and the two pieces of string come unloose. With a quick push away, Grace disengaged her hold and stood about two feet from him. The bra dangled from Ray's hand. He looked from it to Grace's two well-formed and heavy tits. Up close, they seemed bigger than they had from a distance the night before. She slid her hands up either side of her body and caught the fleshy breasts from the underside, holding them as if on display for Ray to see. As she held them, looking down from them, then up at him, she extended her two index fingers to move around the saucers of nipples and into the tips. Then she reached down and touched the end of each of her index fingers with her tongue and applied the moist ends to the tips of her nipples.
"Well, what do you think, big boy?"
"You're quite some-wow!"
"Don't you wanta cop a feel?" She pulled her tits forward as far as they would go.
Ray thought he was knowledgeable of the ways of women. He had read a lot of articles, a lot of magazines. He even had had some pretty way-out dreams about what he would do if he were ever in such a position with a sexy broad like this, but all his information and even the lascivious dreams left him at that moment. He was like a boy on the first time he had ever encountered a naked girl-intrigued, fascinated, but uncertain and shy. He inched toward her, his hands trembling as he slowly raised them to her breast level. She carefully lifted first one tit into his hand and then the other into the other hand. He held them like a merchant comparing sizes of melons, just barely coming in contact with them for fear he might bruise them.
While he was working up courage to get a substantial feel, Grace put her hands to her waist and unfastened the catch holding the skirt to her panties. She whipped that aside. Then she put her hands back to her tits and removed them from Ray's hands.
"Take off my panties," Grace commanded as she held her breasts for him.
"Well-I-ah-The expression in her eyes was so demanding that Ray proceeded to do as he was told. He slid his hands from her tits to her waist. Again he had to work up courage to put them beneath the waistband. Once they were under, he made certain only to slip the outer shorts down and not the lacy panties beneath. Perspiration broke out on his forehead as he scooted her shorts over her thighs. He crouched into a squatting position as he peeled them down to her ankles. Looking up into the crotch of her lacy panties, he began to tremble all over. He held the shorts for her to step out of. She was not wearing hose. He started to teeter and lose his balance, and quickly grabbed onto her legs.
"That's more like it, Daddy-boy. Get a little rough, you can't hurt me." Grace laughed, looked down at his upturned face, then licked her tongue from the nipple of one breast to the other.
Ray clutched to her thighs to give himself a boost up. His hand gripped into the left cheek of her buttocks before he once again regained his balance. He smiled sheepishly as he watched her licking at her nipples. She released her hold on one of the tits, and put the hand that was holding it to the back of Ray's neck, pulling his head forward and, at the same time, guiding the tit she was holding toward his mouth. One taste of the nipple and his excitement was unobtainable. Now that he had been permitted to touch that member which he had so eagerly admired, Ray knew precisely what to do. He licked his tongue about the saucer of the nipple and over the tip. Grace squealed and twisted her shoulders as though she intended to ram the entire tit down his throat. And, as she did, she rubbed her hands down the skin of his torso, pinching at his nipples and scratching her nails into his flesh. His body was not taut and hard like Al's, it had a lived-in quality. Perhaps, subconsciously, she felt that he was old enough to really appreciate sex more than younger guys did who had it so readily available to them and took it for granted. She was giving Ray a treat, she thought, and that really turned her on.
Now her fingers slipped under the elastic of his jockey shorts and slipped around from the sides to the back, so that she could squeeze the bare cheeks of his buttocks in her hands. She rounded them and milked at them as though they were two enormous tits, except that they were hair-studded. When her fingers played into the crack of his ass, they smoothed over the hairy ridge, more coarse than the light fuzz that covered the cheeks. She even reached further around and under to run the length of his crack down so that her fingernails could barely touch his balls. By then Ray was sucking at her nipple with a fury while his hand played with her other breast.
Grace pulled her tit from his mouth as she scooted her hands under his shorts to peel them off, and left him standing while she squatted to roll them down his legs. Once the shorts cleared his cock and it snapped forward to attention, she held her face so she could see its glistening head while her hands moved his shorts down for him to step out of. He had a bit of difficulty clearing his feet from his shorts. He lost his balance and fell slightly forward before he was able to catch his balance. In so doing, his cock gouged at her cheek and she turned her face so that her lips and tongue could touch the neck of it, running from midneck to the base and back the other way to the head, where she opened her mouth wide to measure the head between her lips. She clamped her mouth around the knob for just a moment and ran her tongue once over it, before she opened her mouth wider and let his cock slip out. She was immediately back to her feet.
In her high heels and with a little stretching, Grace was able to pull her tits so that her nipples could rub against his. As the excitement seemed to slither from one set of nipples to the other and back again, Ray's cock gouged its slippery head over her lower belly.
"If you'd take my panties off of me, Daddy-o, you'd find a place to park that big cock of yours." Although Ray's penis was of average size, she like to tell men that they had big cocks because she thought it bolstered their egos. "Go on, slip your hands under my panties and scoot them down my legs."
Ray did as he was told, but once his hands were beneath the panties, he let them move around to her rear end as she had done with his. He squeezed the flesh of her ass in his hands and parted the cheeks so that he could run a finger over her anus and down below until he got just to the edge of cunt. Now he stretched both arms around her so that he could dig his fingers in between and under the cheeks of her ass, feeling the wet surface of her cunt lips with his fingers. He buried his face between her tits and moved his head from side to side. Then, drawing a line with the end of his nose from between her tits to her belly button, he eased her panties down her thighs. Using his nose in her navel to steady himself, he got into a crouching position before her as he peeled her panties the rest of the way down to the floor. By then his nose had slipped from her navel over the roundness of her lower tummy and into her pubic hair, his mouth stationed so his lips crossed the lips of her cunt. Recalling how Al had kissed into her pussy the night before, Ray allowed his lips to part. He barely protruded his tongue, the taste of it against the wetness of her cunt lips sent slithers of sensation through him. Grace reached her hands down, played her fingers into his sparse crop of hair, and wiggled them down to his ears, where, like holding a sugar bowl by both handles, she grasped onto his ears and guided his face deeper into her snatch. "Lick in, Daddy-boy! Get a good taste of that beautiful fucker of mine!"
With that encouragement, Ray permitted his tongue to extend further until it licked in between her cunt lips, his nose propped against her clitoris. He wrinkled it and moved his head from side to side as if to wind his nose further into that hardening trigger. Because he was so wobbly on his haunches, Ray got onto his knees. He skimmed his hands up her legs until he squeezed them into the cheeks of her butt and around her thighs so that he could use his fingers to pull the lips of her cunt back so that he could get a better view of his goal. With the outer layer of lips stretched aside, he licked the tip of his tongue into the furrow of pink moistness, up from below and around her clitoris, before lapping down into the other side. Manipulating her cunt lips with his fingers, he was able to make enough room, first on one side and then the other, so that he could flatten his tongue into it. Then, turning his head to the side, he could put the lips of his mouth beneath the outer labia and run his tongue along the opening of the inner labia, his lips buried between her cunt lips. Slowly he protruded his tongue so that it could begin to penetrate into the opening. Once the tip was inside, he held it steady and sucked in with his mouth so that her cunt lips were drawn in between his lips, opening the entrance to her vagina wider so that his tongue could plunge in deeper.
Not really adept at that technique of cunt-lapping, but putting into practice a dream which he had long held, Ray penetrated his tongue as far as he could and licked at the cunt walls as if he intended to clean them of all their oozy juice.
By then Grace was writhing and jolting her body with electric, uncontainable excitement. Her hips undulated until, with the tingling sensation of Ray's tongue in her snatch, she bumped them forward and then way back so that his mouth was torn from her pubic area. He lunged his head forward so that he could once again lick in, but she pulled away, bent forward and grabbed hold of his ears again.
"Stand up, Daddy-o, that hot tongue of yours is going to have me triggered off in no time, and I haven't even had a taste of your beautiful cock." Her voice was coaxing, intriguing. She pulled him to his feet, but before he was in a complete standing position, she thrust her hips forward to catch his waving cock between her thighs, letting the top side of the neck of it push up against her pussy and run through so that the cockhead was between the cheeks of her ass, puncturing at her ass-hole. "Ooo, what a monstrous big rod you've got there, Daddy-boy-big and bad and beautiful and all hot for a good fucking, huh, Daddy-boy? Ooo. it feels so wonderful slipping between my wet cunt lips-doesn't it, Daddy-boy? Oooo, don't say anything, just kiss me! I want your tongue stuck all the way down my throat, like your cock is going to be in a few minutes. That's what you want, isn't it, Daddy-boy?"
Before he could speak she had her big lips parted and lunging toward his. He met hers with equal force and his tongue immediately pierced between both their lips and into her sucking mouth. Her tongue wound briefly around his, but curled and made a channel through which his could slide as it slipped into her throat. She sucked on his tongue like it was the fullness of his cock. She acted as if she didn't intend to let it go until it erupted come into her. At the same time she twisted and flopped her chest against his with such force that she nearly knocked him off balance and, at last, jostled him so that his cock slipped out from between her thighs. He jabbed his liquid cockhead aimlessly at her lower torso and she grabbed hold of it as if she were going to drive it back into place, if not between her thighs, right up into her juicy snatch. Instead she gripped her hand tightly about the neck of it and jerked it several times. It was spitting lubricating fluid which she smeared with the tip of her index finger about the head of it. Then she released the mighty suctioning action of her mouth on his tongue so that it slipped out between her lips, sore and aching from all her sucking on it.
"You're going to fall flat on your ass, Daddy-o, if you don't get down on something solid. Let's go into the bedroom." She all but pulled him in that direction, by the cock.
"The draperies--? " he asked as he recalled the bedroom from the night before.
"They're pulled. I don't want an audience till I'm sure you're a well-trained performer."
"I don't want an audience period." A vision of Sarah Jackman flashed into Ray's mind. AH he would need is to have Sarah find him with another woman. Although his wife was not highly sex-oriented, she was possessive to a demanding degree. Her sense of the religious, fundamental and superstitious, made monogamy a must in her way of thinking. He wished the vision of his wife had not come to his mind, now he felt a little guilty for being there naked with Grace Porter. Oh, to hell with it, he thought as Grace's grip around his cock sent more fire up his body than he had known in a long time. Nonetheless, he checked to make certain that not only were the draperies tightly pulled, but that the window on the side, from where he had watched the fucking show the night before, was closed and the blind drawn.
"Are you a fast comer?" Grace asked as she crawled onto the bed beside him and sat to draw finger lines down his torso, circling his navel and making a figure eight around his nipples.
"Well, Sarah-that is, my wife, doesn't take long. She-likes to get it over with fast."
"Poor man." She squeezed his right nipple.
"Then if you're programmed to come real fast, I guess we better devise a few little gimmicks to hold you back-I mean, I like the long, lingering kind of sex. So anytime you feel like you're ready to pop before I am, you scream out and we'll let it subside a little." She curled her hand again around his cock and stretched two fingers to lightly stroke his balls. "Okay?"
"Whatever you say-if I can."
"You can, Daddy-boy, because you're going on a wild sex trip that you'll never forget." She giggled and leaned forward so that her tits could caress his skin. That stimulation caused her body to jerk in several different directions. She lowered her face and wound her tongue over his pectoral muscles, lapping cat-like at his nipples and sucking the tender flesh into her mouth. Her hand, in the meantime, groped at his cock and balls, making certain that the rod was good and hard and the balls were tingling. Keeping her grip about his cock, she continued her lapping tongue movement from one nipple to the other, her own tits lightly dragging over his skin. Now her mouth moved from his chest to his upper abdomen. There was no muscle definition for her to follow, so she sucked in mouthfuls of flesh and licked down to his navel. Once at that hairy pit, she twisted her tongue around the fuzzy exterior of the navel rim, then washed in with the tiny tip of her tongue until she outlined the knotted chord which had once been umbilical. The tongue tip pressed in between the tiny rolls of knotted flesh, finding pieces of lint and winding back out until she toured the rim of his belly button. Now, widening the circle of licking tongue, she washed around the softness of his hair-studded belly, aiming the concentration of her tongue toward his pubic area where the graying hair bushed in curly profusion. Although bits of hair periodically came loose and interrupted her tonguing, she continued her mouth action with a ravenous slurping, moistening every inch of torso and upper-thigh skin without directly touching either his cock or his balls. The torture was delicious and he rolled from side to side as with a mounting of ever-increasing pain throughout his entire body. He lurched his hips upward with the tickling of her tongue on his inner thighs, as if he thought he could find a hole in which to thrust his glistening hard cock.
Grace altered her position, putting her knees between his legs, down below his knees so that she was facing his crotch. Then she traced her tongue up one of his thighs, over his hip and to his navel, catching his throbbing cock between the cleavage of her fleshy tits. She pressed her chest down so that she could feel the full rigidity between her sensitive boobs, her nipples tight against his thighs so they would be stimulated by his undulating pelvis. Again she pierced his navel with her tongue as she dragged her fingers from his shoulders to his chest, where she fondled his nipples before bringing them further down his sides to catch either side of her breasts and push them against his cock.
Holding her tits in her hands, she guided them so that the nipples could move over his cock, around the head and line down the neck. The touch of her nipples against the slick skin of his cock made her entire body throb in anticipation. Then, as she traced her tits down his thighs, she lowered her mouth to the knob of his cock, and turned her head so that the bulge on the underside of the cockneck could be caught between her lips. She ran her mouth all the way down that bulge, back up and down again, at last kissing into his scrotum, first with her lips then her tongue. She held the cock with her hand while she worked his balls into the liquid cavern of her mouth, finally taking them both at once and sucking on them while her tongue rounded them again and again.
Then she lifted his balls with her hand so that she could burrow her mouth under his scrotum and between his thighs, lapping her tongue down toward his ass-hole. Ray lurched and jerked spastically with her tongue in that sensitive area. He moaned and grunted with the invasion of delightful pain. Where did the ecstasy begin and the pain leave off? He had no notion, he only knew that he was completely absorbed in the enjoyment of the moment. God, she was good!
Grace licked up his thighs, going from one to the other, always coming very near his crotch but never quite touching it, until he was flopping and squirming. Once again she clamped her hand onto his flailing cock as her tongue explored up his balls and between his thighs and crotch. Steadying his cock by the head of it, she ran her tongue up from his balls to just under the head. She made a series of licking upward movements over his cock as if she were coaxing the sperm with her tongue. Finally she clenched her fist about the neck of his cock and moved her mouth to the head. Her other hand ran up and down his thighs to his belly and even to his chest while she seemed to be contemplating his cock. He could feel her warm breath on it, saw her protrude her tongue just above it. He lurched upward so that his shiny cockhead could touch against the tip of his tongue.
Grace moved her tongue in little circles as she drilled the point of it down toward the opening of his cock. The soft wetness of the tip of her tongue thrilled him with jolting spasms. Although he tried bouncing up and down as if to force her to take more and more of his cock, she managed to hold it so that she slowly moved her tongue over it, stimulating it little by little until the whole knob was red and glistening, and lubricating fluid oozed from the mouth of it. Now she put the roundness of her lips over the cockhead, engulfing the entire mushroom between her lips and into her mouth so that her tongue could continue its systematic exploration.
Ray bucked uncontrollably as sensation after sensation catapulted through him.
"Take it all! Take it all!" he begged, and lurched so that he could feel the mushroom push hard against the roof of her mouth.
Without warning, Grace quickly lowered her mouth over the full length of his cock so that the head of it was in her throat, pressing against the tight cords therein. Her lips sucked at the root of his joint, while her extended tongue lapped and circled around the cockneck. Ray whimpered and sighed and thrust his body in such a way that she was certain he was going to erupt at any moment. She widened her mouth so that only the underside of his cock slid along the furrow of her tongue as she lifted her head from his crotch.
"Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop! I was just about to come!" Ray all but shouted.
"I know. That's why I stopped." Grace looked from his face to his cock where a trickle of premature come had oozed out. She put her tongue to it and licked it off. "Take it easy, Daddy-o, and we'll make this thing really last, until, by the time you do come, you'll feel like your whole guts are erupting into me."
Ray was whimpering. He had come so close to shooting his load that his body was trembling. It had been years since he had so restrained himself; with Sarah it was not necessary. But he realized if he wanted this game to continue with Grace, that he had to control himself.
Aware that the presence of her body next to his was only making it difficult for him, Grace got off the bed and ambled toward the dresser. She watched him in the mirror. He was staring at her, his tongue wiggling in the corner of his mouth. She let him look for several minutes while she pretended to brush her hair.
Ray's cock was still hard when Grace finally turned away from the mirror and went back to the bed. She eyed his meat with her usual interest, but flopped onto her back beside him, not quite touching him.
"Better?"
Ray half chuckled. "Don't know. Still hot as hell!"
"I can tell. So am I. But I don't go for the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am scene." She wet her lips. "It's hardly worth getting undressed for unless it lasts for a while."
"Yeah, I see what you mean."
"Do you?" She turned and studied his face. "Okay, I'll tell you what. I wanta come twice, one right after the other the first time."
"Twice the first time?" Ray sat up on his elbow. He was intrigued. His eyes kept moving from her face to her breasts, down her body, and back up to her face.
"Yeah. Go ahead, you can touch me." Grace wiggled so that her body was facing his. "Play with my tits, wherever."
Ray put his hand to her thigh, rightly dragged his fingers up, touching her pussy in passing as he moved his hand over her belly and up to caress her breasts. "How--? " He cleared his throat. "How-I mean-twice?"
"Start by eating out my snatch until I shoot," she said as she reached to guide his hand over her tits. "Then right after I hit a nice juicy, rolling climax, I want you to drive that hard pecker of yours up my cunt and fuck the holy hell out of me until you pop your load and make me cream again." She moved his hand down her body until she stopped it at her crotch, placing it so that his middle finger could dig into the wet cunt lips while his thumb gave her clitoris a working over. "Then, if you're real good, Daddy-boy, I'll suck the cunt juice off your cock and make you come a second time."
"Don't know whether I can-"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now get a good feel of that puss and suck on my tits for a while. Okay?"
Ray gouged his fingers into her cunt as far as he could as he bent his head over her right tit and began licking his tongue around it. Once he was wiggling his fingers in where she wanted them to be, she released her hold on his hand and lay back, controlling the urge to scratch her nails into his body.
Ray swung his leg over her hips so that he could be in better position to lap at her tits. He sucked in as much of her tit as he could while the other tit was being milked by his hand. All that stimulation set her body into fitful motion and twice he lost his mouth hold on her breast.
His tongue washed with a fury from one tit to the other. He buried his nose in between the two orbs and shook his head, making the fleshy tits jiggle against his cheeks. Then he circled his mouth again around the saucers of her nipples, until he found the tip and sucked the entire thing into her mouth. He had scooted his body down, so that, where at first his cock was riding the slit of her cunt with the cockhead spearing into her belly and pubic hair, now he was low enough that the head burrowed in between the cunt lips and over the clitoris.
Grace, by then, was clawing at his back, over his arms, pinching and screaming, panting and squealing. He started to reach his hand down to separate her cunt lips so that he could thrust his cock up her vagina, but she restrained him. It was alright to play his fingers up into her snatch, but she was afraid if he stuck his cock up there that he would come before she had all the fun she wanted.
She scratched from the cheeks of his ass all the way up his back until she got a firm hold on his shoulders. Using all her strength, she pushed on his shoulders until his mouth snapped from her tit and he began lining her belly with his tongue. However, he clutched both of her breasts with his hands as he slowly mopped his way into her navel and down to her lower belly. He snagged his lower lip on her clitoris and dipped his tongue down to further stimulate that sensitive spot into hardness. Groping and pulling violently at her tits, his cock probing at her legs, Ray put his mouth over her cunt lips. Certain he was down there to stay, Grace removed her hands from his shoulders and slipped them to her crotch to pull her cunt lips apart. He drove his tongue into her vagina and wiggled it back and forth, his face liquid with cunt juice.
At last he took his hands from her tits, slid them down her body and worked his arms under her thighs and knees so that he could push them forward, further spreading her cunt and exposing her ass-hole. As he penetrated his tongue into its fullest length, he lifted her pelvis higher and scooted up onto his knees. He raised her higher and higher, working his legs beneath and pushing his torso against her back until she was perched only on her shoulders, the hardness of his cock poking into her spine.
Now he licked his tongue to her ass-hole, around and back to her slimy cunt, spreading the cunt lips with his hands as she used hers to clutch at his thighs and milk at her tits. He turned his head from side to side, his nose buried in her clitoris, his fingers pulling the lips as far back as they would go and digging into the walls of her vagina. He pushed his head in further until the tip of his tongue touched her cervix.
"Oh, my Christ!" Grace screamed, her words partly garbled with excitement. "Where the hell did you learn to do that? Oooo-Oh, my God-Ge-zuzzzzz! Daddy-boy, you can eat me out all-Ooooooooo-eat me out all day and all-Oh! Oh! Ooooooooooooo!-all night!"
Ray dug the tips of his fingers deeper into the slippery membranes of her vaginal walls, his lips buried in their liquid, his tongue lapping in, fully scouring her quivering cunt. She reached beneath her to find his cock, but he was in command now, and so managed to move his body that his cock eluded her. That made her roll and flop even more spastically, as if she had to have hold of that hard meat before she could be triggered into a juicy climax. Occasionally he would let the head of it barely touch her hands, until she finally threw one leg over his head. He did not lose his tongue hold on her cunt and twisted with her.
Finally, however, her flopping and jerking became so intense that she pulled his tongue from her hole and somehow managed to flip herself so that she was backside up. She twisted her head in the pillow and lurched her hips upward into his face. He managed to get his shoulders under her thighs as he put his tongue back to her cunt. His arms were wrapped around her hips, spreading her cunt lips as he lifted her higher. She had to support herself on her elbows, and in so doing was able to maneuver her head in position so that she could see his throbbing cock between her shoulders. When she tried to reach for it, she fell off balance and had to content herself with just admiring it as Ray ate deeper and deeper into her snatch.
Grace was able, however, to milk at her tits. The combined sensation of stimulating her nipples and watching his cock so excited her that her body tossed from side to side, her legs locked about his head. His tongue was moving faster and faster, his fingers also manipulating her clitoris until she was writhing and rolling in a sea of absolute passion.
"Now! Oh, my God, NOW! NOW!! NOW!! ! " She jerked and flopped, squealed and groaned. She was breathing so spastically and jolting her body so, that Ray was hardly able to maintain his hold. The electric tingle of climax shot through her, flooding her cunt and exploding every nerve end in her body. The force of her eruption was so great that she threw Ray onto his side and both of them rolled in the bedding as she grabbed for his cock, clinging to it for all she was worth.
Grace's breathing had hardly subsided and she was sucking on her finger, occasionally biting into it, when she jerked her pelvis away from Ray's face. "Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!" She took hold of his cock and jacked it back and forth a couple of times to make certain that it was good and hard. She ooohed and ahed, squealed and moaned at the feel of his cock. "Come on, Daddy-boy, shove that great big hunk of meat all the way up my twat. Fuck the holy bejesus outa me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! ! "
With an invitation like that, how could he refuse? He crawled to his knees and she rolled over onto her stomach in front of him, raising her pelvis and getting onto her knees. Ray scooted up to just behind her and reached to her hips and down to find the opening of her cunt. Sarah had never wanted to fuck dog style, so he had always contented himself with the usual position. But he had always dreamed of doing it this way. He spread her cunt lips and guided his cockhead to its mark. Once the knob was between her wet lips, he slowly submerged the neck of his cock in until he felt the head push against her cervix.
"How do you like it, baby?" he called as he began a pumping action.
He ran his hands up over her body and under to find her tits. Then, once securely holding on to them, doubled over in that position, he accelerated his hip action, lunging the spear of his cock in and out of her shaft faster and faster, as the energy of climax tingled within him.
He rode like he was taming a bronco. She was jerking so spastically and flopping about with such passion, that several times he was afraid that she would disconnect him from his thrusting position. But he was able to ride it out as the thunder of ejaculation began rumbling through every atom of his body. Still faster! They were riding with a fury, he clutching at her breasts as though he were about to pull them from her body, and she squealing and screaming as once again that tingle of climax crawled up her innermost parts.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!! " Ray warned.
"Come ahead!" she replied. "Fill my hot cunt with a cockload of come! Shoot me! Shoot me!! I'm-ahhhhh-ooooooooo!-Oh, ChristOh, Daddy-boy!! Now! NOW!! NOW.'! ! Explode!"
The sensation propelled through Ray with such force that he practically saw stars as the semen lunged from his testicles and poured out through his cock in flaming amounts. Once Grace felt the thrust of that pudding, her juices again exploded and the two rolled and throbbed as convulsion after convulsion of climactic vibrations trembled through them and they fell at last in panting sighs and sobs.
The panting and spastic trembles of reaction lasted for several minutes. Although they were both rolled over onto their sides, Ray's cock was still within her cunt. The stiffness was slow to leave and, although it went partially limp, it never quite lost all of its tension. He caressed Grace and wondered at the deep sobs that seemed to choke up from her bowels, but assumed that it was merely the result of such an intense workout. Still sensing the pounding of his pulse, Ray reached to stroke Grace's breast, his lips kissed at her back. He hoped she was satisfied and did not want to go any more for a while. He was spent. As she slowly began to withdraw his cock from her vagina, she wiggled back toward him as if wanting to keep it there. When he managed to get about an inch of it out, she put her hand around back of her and clasped it onto his butt as if to hold him in place.
"Going somewhere?" Her voice, mingled with occasional gasps, was honeyed.
"Haven't you had enough?"
"Are you kidding?" She wiggled her ass up against his lower belly as if attempting to suction his cock back fully inside of her
"Well, I don't think it will get hard again-not so soon." Ray felt uneasy.
"It will, Daddy-boy. Just let me catch my breath and I'll get busy on it and have it back in action in no time."
Ray had never met such a person as Grace, Here she had just come twice and was now contemplating a third time. He wished that he had held back and only pretended to ejaculate. As he was contemplating this, Grace began a slow pumping back and forth against his pubic area. His cock was moving in and out of her liquid vagina, that slight bit of tension increasing as she did until he was aware that his cock was getting hard. He found himself moving in response to her. The sensation of having his cock get hard while already penetrated into a cunt fascinated him and new chills of excitement began charging through his body.
Once Ray's cock was sufficiently hard and Grace felt it growing tighter within her, she eased her pelvis forward, withdrawing the cock from her shaft until only the knob of it remained within her. Suddenly she lunged back, again fully impaled by it. She did this twice, and on the third time she jerked forward with such force that she completely dislodged it. Moving so that she could turn her body to face him, she laughed as she caught his cock in her hand.
"Who said that great big beautiful thing wouldn't get hard again?" She skinned it back, held it tight with her hand at the root, so that the head seemed bigger than usual with a glistening shine. Then she scooted her lower body forward so that she could guide the cockhead over the slit of her twat.
Ray looked down to watch her manipulating his penis, but quickly looked up again when he felt her panting breath against his face. Her mouth was open, her tongue lining her lower lip in invitation for his. When he did not move his head toward hers, she took the initiative and placed her lips on his. Her tongue immediately gorged into his mouth, wet and soft. She ran it over the roof of his mouth until he met it with his tongue. He sucked on it, drawing it further into his mouth. Then, with a reverse action, Grace suctioned her mouth and brought both tongues into hers. As she sucked on his tongue until it became almost painful, she brushed his cockhead over her clitoris, rekindling the flames of passion within her.
While they were kissing, Grace reached down to spread her vagina and once again plunge Ray's cock within her. When she got the head between her cunt lips, she pushed forward, throwing one leg over him so that she could force the cockneck further inside. Now she rolled him over onto his back and lowered her straddling hips until his cock was completely in her snatch. Never once during that maneuver did their lips part. But once she had his cock fully in place, she pulled her mouth from his and set upright, running her fingers from his face and down his torso. a
"I don't think I can-" Ray started to protest as an aching throbbed in his cock.
"Oh, yes you can, Daddy-o." She twisted her fingers into the flabbiness of his belly, pinching deep almost as a threat. "Once I get that prick of yours good and covered with cunt juice, I'm going to lick it off and keep on licking until you shoot a load of hot come into my mouth-if it takes all day."
Grace leaned forward and began kissing his ears, lapping her tongue over his face and neck. Then she scooted down his legs, enough to tilt his cock to a downward angle and causing it to slowly slip out of her snapping cunt lips. Her mouth sucked in on the flesh at the base of his neck and down around his collarbone. She took large mouthfuls of skin, drawing it into her mouth as far as she could take it before he screamed out in pain. Gradually she moved down to his tit and sucked the nipple and as much flesh around it deep into her mouth. At the same time she jerked her pelvis back so that his cock popped out.
Now Grace released the first tit and dived toward the other nipple, taking even more flesh into her mouth with it. Her hands began clawing into his arms as though she were trying to stimulate every atom of his body to respond sexually to her. Her breasts dangled over his torso and periodically she would wiggle in such a way that the nipples would lightly caress his skin, causing wave after wave of excitement to jet through her body.
His cock bounced up and back, hitting against her lower belly. Its constant touching was so stimulating that she ran her hand down his body and grabbed hold of it with one hand, pulling it toward the base and forcing the muscle to become harder.
She glided her hungry lips from his nipple down to his abdomen and again washed out his navel. After it was thoroughly licked out, she sucked on it as if trying to bring the button from its little cave. He lurched with the pain and excitement of her mouth at his navel and her hand on his cock. Finally she mopped her lips from his midsection to his lower belly, into the pubic hair, and around to his thighs.
Cupping his balls in her hand, she pulled down on them so that his cock stood straight up in the air. It was still wet and glistening. She licked her tongue completely around the root of it, letting her lower lip wash over his balls. Then she began an upward stroking with her tongue, going from base to head of his cock as though she were working on a peppermint stick. Not until she had covered every inch of cock-neck, did she begin nibbling her lips around the ridge of the underside of the mushroom, circling it. Now her tongue moved further up over the head of it until she had licked the entire surface.
She started again at the base of the cockneck, licking upward and this time around the head before diving down for another tonguing upward-another and another. Soon the concentration of her tongue movement was at the underside bulge and, as she did, her tongue dipped down to include his scrotum. Finally, when he was reeling and flopping with the spasms of pain and delight, she licked from the underside of his balls all the way up the neck and caught the head between her lips. With his cockhead completely encircled by her mouth, she sucked in hard until that sensitive head stung. By then he was clawing at her body, trying to find tits or whatever, and raising his toe into her crotch as if he intended to fuck her with it. While his toes played into her snatch, rubbing frantically against her clitoris, she released her suctioning and let her lips slip down the neck of his cock to the base so that she had it completely within her mouth.
As he continued to stroke her clitoris with his toe, she plunged her mouth up and down over his penis, sucking in more and more with each stroke. Although he had doubted it possible, Ray realized that that which caused climax was beginning to happen again within him. Now he was alive and enthusiastic as the urgent need for release mounted through him. He was pumping his hips upward and back with her mouth.
All at once she stopped her head movement and let him thrust his cock into her throat and back out again. She knew she had him where she wanted him. She rolled over, pulling his cock with her so that he had to turn onto his side with her. She allowed him to make deeper thrusts, pulling his hips back until the cockhead nearly slipped from her lips with each retreat. He was pumping with the same fury with which he had fucked her cunt. She rolled over onto her back, forcing him to mount and straddle his shoulders as he continued lunging his cock into her mouth. With one hand she clutched at the cheeks of his butt and groped at his balls, while her other hand played into her cunt, grabbing and snatching, rubbing and jabbing with a vengeance to match Ray's thrusting into her mouth.
She sucked harder and harder as he pumped, and at the same time massaged her cunt. Ray was panting and wheezing, his body jerking and tossing beneath groans and gurgles of excitement. His body was on fire, every inch of him tingled as the spasms of climax burst through him. His balls throbbed with ecstasy and pained with the sensation of being emptied as, with one last convulsive thrust, he shot as much come into her mouth as he could muster. He gasped and sobbed in a high pitch, groaning and struggling to keep his very life force from draining through his cock into her.
As Ray ejaculated, throwing his head back and groping his hands to clutch her anywhere, Grace's fingers dug at her juicy cunt, rubbing it harder and deeper until she climaxed with a rolling, tossing, .liquid jolt.
Ray fell forward, bracing himself against the headboard. His cock was raw and super-sensitive. He pulled it from between her still sucking lips. Once free, he dismounted from his position over her body and fell heavily onto the bed beside her, panting and moaning as his breath burned in his throat.
Grace, too, was breathing convulsively as she lay with her hand still stuffed up her snatch. It was all she could do to keep from falling to sleep after such an exhaustive workout. She finally reached to pet Ray's cock, but her touch on it was too much. He jerked it away from her and, with much effort, pulled his spent body from the bed. Lunging toward the bathroom, he managed to brace himself long enough to pee. Without asking permission, he stepped into the shower and drenched himself in ice-cold water.
Ray was stretched out on a chaise lounge in the shadow of an umbrella-sheltered table by the pool. The afternoon was hot. He kept saying to himself that he should go to his cabin and lie down. But the thought of how he would explain his extreme fatigue to Sarah worried him. So he remained by the pool and prayed that energy would somehow return to him.
"There you are, Raymond," Sarah bubbled as she waddled toward him.
He pushed his straw hat up so that he could see her through his dark glasses. In a way he was glad it was Sarah standing over him and not Grace Porter-at least not that afternoon.
"Well, I tell you those mineral baths are absolutely exhausting." She pulled up a chair beside him. "I don't think we should go into Palm Springs tonight-if anything, maybe we should rest up this afternoon and go on home this evening.
"Go home?" Ray sat up, pushing his hat back on his head. "Go home?"
"Why, whatever's got into you?" Sarah squinted to read her husband's expression.
"Go home Why, I've just begun to fu-"
"To do what, Raymond? To fu--? "
"I meant, to fight." He eyed her, then settled back onto the chaise.
"Hmmmmm."
Ray sighed.
Sarah laughed. "Oh, Raymond, you and your daydreams."
FOUR
Pete Travis and Dick Kray went into Palm Springs for a night on the town without their twin-sister wives. The boys liked to get away and assert their independence; besides, the girls were planning to spend the following day away. The boys would find something to do.
Both Lila and Lola realized why their husbands were off to the city. Consequently, they would have to find something else to amuse themselves. Life at a health spa could be boring unless you went out looking for a little fun. Lola suggested that perhaps Harry Maples might think up some kind of entertainment for them, but he was tied up with several massage appointments for the evening.
Both of them had snapping twats, which they had helped each other relieve in times past, ever since they were in their early teens. Once they were married, they talked their husbands into joining them in a four-way with interesting variations. At other times, the twins had taken on each husband individually, and, when neither husband was available, the sisters often went out on the prowl to find another man they could share. If not a man, they would find another woman. And if neither, they always had themselves. Let Pete and Dick have their night out on the town, they knew how to have fun on their own.
Lola had commented several times to her sister that Ray Jackman had been giving them the interested eye. But that evening, when they saw him briefly with his wife, he looked completely exhausted and hardly gave them a passing glance. They checked Ray off their list.
Lila nudged Lola as they were sitting by the pool that evening. Grace Porter sauntered past. She was a sexy broad, but the twins decided she probably did not swing the ac/dc route. Besides, she looked a little tired, probably had been in the mineral baths too long that day. Grace stopped a moment to pass the time of day with the girls, but she confirmed their beliefs that she was tired. She further advised them that, if they saw her husband, they should inform him that she had gone to bed early. Lila cleared her throat; Lola smiled at her sister's reaction.
"Oh, we'll see that your husband gets the message, Grace," Lola assured and attempted to disguise her expression of prurient interest. She had given Al Porter the eye several times and he had not mistaken her glance. He was available.
Grace did not bother to read anything into Lola's words. Instead she yawned and excused herself. The twins watched Grace's hip action.
"Well, if Al Porter can take care of that in regular doses," Lila observed, "he ought to take on the two of us without too much trouble."
"Uh-huh."
The twins stationed themselves near the Porters' cabin and nonchalantly sat in wait. The more they thought about Al, the more convinced they became that he was to be their mark for the night. First Lola left to slip into her bikini, then Lila went to put on a matching one. In a casual attitude, they lounged and waited for their prey.
The moon was up, full. The girls were beginning to get restless when they saw Al emerge from the massage room. Harry had rubbed him down, he would be ready for a little action. It was a well-known fact that Harry had a way of massaging men that stimulated them into a mood for action. Al Porter, of course, was no exception. As the night before, Al was again wearing walking shorts, sport shirt, and shower shoes. He was bouncy in anticipation of a hot round of sexual events with his wife. Grace had trained him well to want it every night. It was hell when she was tired and said "no." Little did he know that that would be the case this night. As he circled around the pool, he saw the silhouette of Lola's extended leg, her toes pointed. Even though he was curious and aroused, he was glad that he had a wife waiting. He slowed down. He had never really got a good look at the twin's legs. Even at a slower pace, the eager bounce of his stride could not be disguised.
"Hi!" Lola called as Al approached where they were sitting.
"Good evening." Al was all smiles, detectable in the dim light. "I know it's Lila and Lola, but I'll be damned if I know which one is which."
The girls tried to explain, he was still confused.
"Why don't you join us?" Lila asked.
"Well, I was kinda anxious to get to my pad-you know-" He laughed nervously.
Lola ran her eyes up his body and returned for a prolonged stare into his crotch. "Sounds like the mineral bath got you all hot and bushy-tailed."
"Well, that's about the size of it." He shifted his weight from foot to foot like a kid who has to pee and is trying to hold it back. "Grace is-"
"-konked out," Lila inserted. "Or at least she gave us the impression that she was so exhausted that she was ready to hit the sack and make with the Zs."
"She what?" Al swallowed hard. At first he thought he could go in and rouse her, but then he recalled that she had said earlier that she was awfully tired. "Boy, talk about clobbering a guy with a bucket of ice water! Wow!" He looked toward their cabin, then brought his glance back to focus on Lola's leg. He smiled from Lola's face to Lila's. "In that case, maybe I'd better take up on the invitation to join you out here."
"Fine."
"Groovy." Lila shifted her position. "Frankly, I'm kinda thirsty."
Al laughed. "There aren't any taverns around here. This is health kick all the way."
"So we discovered from bitter experience." Lola practically ran the toe protruding through her open-toed shoes along the outline of Al's knee. He was sitting fairly close to her. At first he started to adjust his chair, then decided to leave it where it was. "Lila and Pete brought along a supply of booze."
"That's wild." Al looked around as if he expected to be interrupted. "Where are your husbands?"
"In Palm Springs for the evening." Lila's voice was music. "Don't expect them back until the wee hours of the morning-if then. We're understanding."
"So are they," Lola chimed and wiggled her toe to touch Al's hairy knee. He jerked it away, more from surprise, then slowly let it fall back to her toe.
"And that leaves us with two husbandless wives and one wifeless husband," Lila observed and scooted her chair so that her foot could practically touch Al's other knee.
"So we all catch up on our sleep." Al was casual, not really naive, but slow. "Oh, well, there's always tomorrow night." He laughed uneasily as Lola seemed to drill her toenail into his knee.
"What's wrong with tonight?" Lola asked.
"Tonight?"
"Say, I have a suggestion," Lila said, her eyes wide, "why don't we three go to our cabin and have a drink?"
Lola wet her lips with her tongue. "Crazy! How about it,-ah-Al, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Why not? I'm not much of a drinker, but as long as there's nothing else to do-" Al's eyes flashed from one twin to the other. He wondered how closely their thoughts were related to his. Deciding to play it cool, he leaned back in the chair and stretched his feet forward so that his knee was a distance from each girl's foot.
"It's really so nice and comfortable out here," Lola said and crossed her leg in such a way that her foot was practically even with Al's bare calf.
Al looked from Lola's foot to her face, slowly scanning her provocative body en route. Was she playing a game, or did her foot just accidentally move to the level of his calf? He laughed and shot a quick glance to Lila. "like I say, I'm not much of a drinker."
"Oh, you two, really," Lila scolded. "Here I offer you my very best hospitality-"
"Very best?" Al picked up the two words. "I guess that depends on what a person's interpretation of very best hospitality is. I mean, not being a drinker-" He felt he was blushing, at least he was getting very hot from something. He grinned.
Lola connected her bare toe to the hairy calf of his leg. "What would you consider very best hospitality to be?"
Now Al was certain he was blushing. Although he had a sexual aggressiveness, since being married to Grace he had become somewhat passive. She was always so eager that she usually took the lead. The idea of being raped fascinated him. He wondered if that is what the twins were up to. "Well, I don't know-something casual-maybe-informal."
"How informal? like-well, naked?" Lola giggled.
"That would be plenty informal." Al twisted in the chair, but did not break the contact with Lola's foot.
"Yes, but it might be fun." Lola wiggled her foot from side to side, brushing suggestively against his leg. Now there was no doubt in his mind. "Don't you think so, Al?"
Al thought that Lola was undoubtedly the more anxious of the two, at least she was coming on the strongest. He was wondering how they would get rid of Lila-if that was what Lola had in mind. Then it occurred to him that maybe they both wanted to make it with him at the same time. He felt the nerves in his cock twitch and realized that he would have to sit upright in the chair before an erection pushed his pant leg out of shape.
"There's some Coke in the icebox, too," Lila said. "Come on."
"Al?" Something in the way Lola said his name told him he would be crazy not to take the girls up on their party. "Why not?"
Lila led the way, Lola was directly behind, leaving Al to bring up the rear. His eyes were glued to the identical swings on each of the girls. His cock was pulling at his shorts and he attempted to control his thoughts to keep it from standing at complete attention. Not too successful at that, he put his hands in his pockets and quickly found a seat and crossed his legs once inside the cabin. The identical rear-end movement of the girls did not help him to relax.
"How will you take it?" Lila asked as she moved toward the small kitchen.
"Take it?" Al swallowed hard.
Both girls laughed; they read his thoughts. "Your Coke."
"Oh, you might put just a touch of whiskey in it," Al chuckled and watched as Lila disappeared into the kitchen. "Your sister's got a pretty wild body on her."
"I know," Lola agreed. "We're identical."
"Oh, yeah." Al cleared his throat. "Guess it would be redundant to say you have one too."
"A compliment is always acceptable." Lola sat on the sofa close to where Al was seated; in fact, near enough that, in crossing her legs, she was able to once again touch his calf with her toe. "Did Harry give you a massage?"
"Yes."
"He gave me one yesterday. Wow, like wild hands-as a matter-of-fact, pretty wild all over." Lola laughed. "If you know what I mean."
"Yeah-well, he's well built."
"You're not so bad yourself." Lola shook her head to get the hair from her face, and, in so doing, her breasts jiggled. She caught Al watching their movement. "I guess a massage-even if a man's doing it-can get a guy pretty hot and bothered. After all the body has some pretty sensitive parts."
"Yeah-well, yeah-you're right."
"That why you're keeping your legs crossed?"
Al was not prepared for that question. His face flushed crimson. He looked away from Lola's intense stare and squeezed his legs harder together. "To be perfectly honest, Harry did have me pretty much worked up into a horny mood. I mean, like I was really ready to hit the sack and make it with Grace. A guy's only human."
Lola wet her lips but before she could retort, Lila returned from the kitchen with Al's drink. "Here we go, Al. Hope there's enough booze in it for you."
"Yeah, it'll be fine." Al was still blushing. As Lila handed him the glass, she pushed her leg up against his. He thanked her for the drink.
"Why don't you come into the kitchen and show me how you want yours fixed, Lola?" she asked, without easing the pressure of her leg against Al's.
"Sure."
Again Al watched with absolute fascination as the twins walked away from him. Oh, God, that would be paradise-or at least a pair of cunts and two pairs of tits. The thought caused his cock to lurch in his pants. He took a swallow of his drink and, almost with a bounce, moved from the chair in which he was sitting to the center section of the sofa, leaving a cushion on either side of him. He recrossed his legs. He suddenly raised the glass to his lips and sipped from it, realizing that it was stronger than just a jigger full of whiskey. Smiling to himself, he decided that the girls were trying to get him drunk. Well, at least loose. He would play it cool. However, when Lila returned from the kitchen with a bag of chips and a bowl of creamy dip, Al was again caught off guard. She had removed the top half of her bikini. She was so casual about the whole thing that it shook him.
"Here, something to knosh on." She stood directly in front of him and leaned forward as she projected the chips in one hand and the dip in the other. Her tits swung freely from side to side as he looked from the chips to her naked breasts to the dip and back again, over the same route, as he went to reach for the chips. He almost missed. Instead of returning his eyes to the dip, they lingered at her tits as his fingers fumbled to find a place to insert the chip.
"Something to knosh on?" He asked, hypnotized by the shimmering bulbs of flesh before him. "Oh, yeah, you mean the chips-and-ah-and the dip."
"Or whatever." She waited for him to take a second chip and dip it before she changed her position. "Hope you don't mind our informality-but it's sort of being at home."
"N-No, I d-don't mind." He laughed and forced his eyes up from her breast and into her face. "I like being informal." He shot his glance from Lila's face to Lola, who had entered and was standing in the doorway, holding two glasses. She, too, had removed her bra. She held the glasses so that it appeared that each was supporting one of her tits.
"Did Harry Maples mention that he gave me a massage yesterday?" Lola moved forward to hand one of the glasses to her sister.
Al was busy looking from first one to the other. All four tits were nearly identical. "Well, he did mention that he gave women rub-downs occasionally."
"Uh-huh." Lola sat on the sofa beside him. "Did he say what the massages led to?"
"Well-no-I mean, he said that it sometimes went further." Al was beginning to feel trapped as Lila sat at his other side.
The girls sat so they were facing Al, their arms closest to him resting on the back of the sofa, holding the glasses. Suddenly Lola reached over and put her hand beneath one of Lila's tits and bounced it a couple of times.
"For a moment I thought you had something caught there." Lola continued fondling Lila's breast. "You're closer, Al, do you see anything?"
Al looked from face to face before lowering his gaze to Lila's tit. "N-No ... I mean, just wow!"
"You'll have to forgive Lola and me," Lila giggled. "Being raised so close and all, we do so many things together."
"What sort of things?" Al looked from one to the other. "You mean like having sex?"
"Certainly," Lola interjected. "We've been eating each other's cunt since we were in our early teens."
Again Al was not prepared. He hurriedly gulped at his drink. "You mean--? "
"Of course." Lila stood. "Haven't you ever seen two girls having sex together?"
Al could not speak. He shook his head.
"Turn on some music, Lila, and we'll give Al a little show while he's finishing his drink." Lola was first to her feet. She drank, then undulated her body so that her tits made round movements and her hips ground as if she were preparing to execute a bump. Instead she stopped in mid-action. She reached her hand to help Lila to her feet-Rock music began to throb from the small portable radio. The girls stood before him, jerking and twisting, kicking their feet in a dance step. Their tits were flopping and swinging with a hypnotizing effect. Al found, as he watched, that his hand slid in between his shirt buttons and popped them open as he stroked over his chest, down to his belly. It was not long until his shirt was hanging open. The girls bumped toward him until they were able to reach his shirt and pull either side of it back so that his upper torso was more fully exposed. He tried to reach out to grab hold of both of them, but they were quick to elude his grasp.
Practically in unison the girls unfastened first one side of their bikini bottoms and then the other, gathering the material of the front in one hand and the back material in the other, so that they could run the suit between their legs. Dancing in tempo, they pulled the material through the slits of their cunts until at times it seemed buried within.
Al had slid out of his shower shoes. He squeezed his legs tightly together to keep his stone-hard cock from being prominent as, watching the girls, he became more and more excited.
On cue, the girls whipped their bikini bottoms from between their thighs and tossed them across the room as their dancing became wilder and more spastic. They faced each other and danced so close that the flapping of their boobs knocked at each other. When they bumped their pelvises forward, their pussy hair met. Finally they held their crotches together and bent backward, almost doing a complete backbend as their hips retained the rhythm and their snatches seemed to be rubbing together.
Reversing the angle of their torsos so that their tits rubbed together again and their hips were pushed back, they put their hands on one another's body, running them up to cup the breasts, then down over the belly, and into the pussy hair, reaching to find the liquid snatches.
Seeing that the girls were so engrossed in each other, Al dared to uncross his legs. The pain of squeezing his erection between them was almost unbearable. He fished his hand under his waistband and into his shorts to adjust his cock so that it would be in a more comfortable position. Once he brought his hand back out, he unsnapped the snap that was holding the top of them close, then the inside button, so that the only thing keeping the fly shut was the zipper. He scooted forward as he watched the girls, his cock, to the left, throbbing at his upper leg. He folded his hands temporarily over it.
The girls by then had their arms around each other. Although they were twisting their bodies and moving their feet, as their bodies were pressed tightly against each other so were their mouths. When their heads were pulled slightly apart, Al could see that they were French kissing, wagging their tongues over each other and licking into the other's mouth. They did not so much seem to suck on the other's tongue as they simply licked them at each other. Soon Lola jerked her tongue from her sister's mouth and washed it around her cheeks and into her ears, going from one to the other and finally lapping down her throat. Lila pushed her crotch against Lola's with such force that, if Al did not know better, he would have sworn that they were fucking each other. He slid further forward and raised the pull device on his zipper so that if enough pressure was exerted beneath his fly, the zipper would slowly pull open.
As Lola leaned forward, her rear end extended back. Al observed Lila fondling Lola's tits as the latter began to lick her tongue around her sister's fleshy breasts. First she sucked one nipple into her mouth while she milked the other tit with her hand, fingering into the nipple and pinching it until it stood hard.
After Lola sucked on Lila's tit for some time, Lila lifted her sister's head from it, and shifted positions so that while Lola fondled her tits, Lila began sucking and milking at Lola's. They exchanged these positions several times as their excitement grew and grew, their bodies trembling and shaking almost in double time to the tempo of the music. Their mouths met again in frantic kissing, now first one tongue being sucked and then the other. As they kissed, their hands groped and fondled with such frantic searching and gouging that there was no doubt in Al's mind that they were each so hot with an erotic reaction that it would not take too much more for them to climax. His cock, aiming straight for his navel, pushed against the zipper and slowly pried it open.
Lola caught a fleeting glance of Al's cockhead showing above the zipper teeth. The sight of it excited her more. Her hand ran down her sister's body until it caressed into her pussy, slipping between the cunt lips and running back and forth. At the feel of Lola's hand in her snatch, Lila groped down her twin's body until her hand found Lola's hairy, wet pussy. The two hands were moving in unison as if each trying to pump the other up to an accelerated height.
As each girl seemed to force the other to the floor, Lila into a sitting position and Lola on her knees before her, Al jerked at the sides of his fly, ripping the zipper completely open so that his cock could lunge forward in all its stiffness, glistening with excitement. The girls were so involved with each other that they did not notice what he had on display, and at that moment probably could have cared less. With her hand still massaging her sister's twat, Lola sucked on her nipple and ran her face around and over her tits, nipping the sensitive flesh with her lips. Lila leaned back with moans and groans of ecstasy, supporting herself with her arms behind her as Lola ran her tongue from tit to tit and beneath them to her belly. She tongued into
Lila's navel and further down until she licked into her pubic hair. Lila rested further back on her elbows as Lola used her hands to pull the cunt lips back so that she could lap her tongue in between them and around the membranes of the cunt walls. Her tongue dipped in far and licked up so that she could concentrate on Lila's clitoris. By then Lila was rolling and squealing with absolute delight. She tossed her head back and shook it from side to side as she suddenly raised her legs and rested her heels on Lola's shoulder. Lila looked at Al's flailing cock.
"Let me see all of it!" Lila yelled and jolted as a spasm of passion slithered through her. "Balls and all!" She fell completely on her back with her head turned toward Al. She pulled her knees back so that they were nearly Xo her chest, permitting her cunt to be stretched as wide open as it could.
With that invitation, Al lurched his pelvis up just enough to jerk the shorts over his rear end and down his legs. He bent forward long enough to take them from his feet, then he lay back and positioned himself so that Lila could get a good view of what he had. As he did, he ran his hands up his thighs and under to catch his balls in both hands. He fondled them and held them as well as his cock, as if offering them to her. But the electricity that was sparking through Lila at that moment was so sensational that she jerked her body and flopped her head from side to side as she caught her sister's head in her hands. Lila tightened her fingers into Lola's skull as if she intended to force her entire head into her vagina.
Al caressed his body. He avoided touching his cock for fear that any stimulation might cause it to erupt. He had never seen such an arousing sight. At first he was tempted to join in, but the show was so spectacular that he just wanted to watch-for the moment.
Lila screamed and sat upright, pushing her sister's mouth from her cunt. "Let's do it together!"
"Crazy!" Lola rolled onto the floor, getting on her back so that her cunt was aimed toward Al. Immediately Lila got on all fours, straddling above her, her face at Lola's cunt, her crotch over Lola's mouth. She looked up only once to get another gander at Al's crotch from that angle before she used her hands to spread Lola's cunt. She ran her fingers in and around it as Lola was doing to hers. Then, as the sight of that gaping cavern so intrigued her, she lowered her face and gouged her tongue into it for all she was worth. All Al could see was Lila's head bobbing up and down, her fingers slithering up Lola's thighs and back down again to caress at her cunt and ass.
Even though their faces were buried in the other's snatch, both girls began making erotic sounds, groans that seemed to shoot from the groins as their bodies jolted and twisted. Lila's knees skidded backward so that her cunt pushed into Lola's face. Their groaning and heaving became more intense, their bodies rolling and pitching like a high sea in a storm as the turbulence of climax jolted them into juicy release. Now their sighs became more audible as their mouths, intermittently lifted from the other's writhing snatch, mixed with screams and stifled sobs. They rolled and tumbled for several minutes before the fever of their climax subsided.
Lila fell forward so that her legs framed Lola's face and her head momentarily rested in the V of her sister's legs. They slowly caressed one another's body, both bringing them down and arousing them. One climax was only a start for them. Lila's hands ran the length of Lola's legs. Al put his feet, stretched forward, on either side and as close as possible so that Lila's fingers could touch them. One feel and she automatically ran her hands from her sister's calves up to Al's. The hairy texture she felt almost immediately began to arouse her. She tilted her head back to rest on her chin so that she could look up his legs, over the solid muscles beneath the furry surface and the jagged lines of veins. She could see above the thickness of his thighs, the tightly pulled sack of balls, but from her position she could not see the stiff muscle that was clamped firmly against his belly and periodically lurched upward and fell again with a slap. She pushed herself up with her arms as though she were doing a pushup. One glance at Al's cock with the bulging underside, and she slid her cunt over her sister's body until she got onto her knees, resting her snatch above her sister's. Now she had an excellent view of Al's organ of pleasure. She ran her hands up his calves and his thighs as if she intended to catch his cock in them.
Lola bucked and jerked to get out from under her sister and into a sitting position. The force of her movement caused Lila to fall forward. She caught herself as her face was just an inch above his balls, her hands gripped into his thighs. Lola pulled her back as she got to her feet.
"Well, how did that grab you, Al?" Lola looked from her sister, still crouched between his legs, to Al.
"Look at that hard baby of mine and you can tell." Al squirmed so that his cock raised from his belly and waved in the air. "What do you think?"
Lola pulled Lila to her feet. "We'll freshen our drinks and be right back to take care of that little gem."
"Who wants to drink at a time like this?"
"We do." Lola put her arm in Lila's and practically dragged her toward the kitchen.
Al watched them leave, then glanced down at his flailing cock. His first impulse was to jerk it a couple of times, but he realized that at that point it would not stand much action before it would shoot. Maybe that's what the girls were thinking and that was why they were forcing him to wait a few minutes. He still had about a half of drink in his glass which he sipped from.
He figured the twins had some kind of fun and games in store, so he decided to let them play out their scene.
Although they returned with filled glasses, Lila carried a bottle of tequila. She sat it suspiciously on a small table beside the sofa.
"How's your drink, Al?"
"Fine. like I say, I don't drink much."
"But I'll bet Grace gives that peter of yours a good work out." Lola stood at his right, looking from him to her sister and back again. She reached over and ran her fingers up the tube of his cock. "Just get a feel of that, Lila."
Lila ran her hand along one side of his penis, while Lola's fingers caressed the other side. As they did, he reached forward and ran his hands up their thighs, around and over, caressing Up to the cheeks of their butts and inching around front to smooth into their pubic hair. Finally he lined each of their cunts with his index fingers, moving from top all the way down and between their legs. Then, as he brought his finger back, he applied pressure so that he could penetrate into their cunt lips, wetter than usual where they had just been so successfully sucked on.
The girls ran their hands from his cock up his body, playing around his belly and over his pectoral muscles, pinching his nipples, and eventually putting their hands beneath his armpits to raise him. When they bent forward to force him to his feet, their hips moved back just enough to spread their pussies and allow his fingers to slip into them with no effort at all.
Then, lifting him, they used their other hands to reach for his cock. Again they lined the neck and head of it with their fingers, running from tip to base and down into his scrotum. The hands that had been under his armpits now slid down his sides and over his back until they each grasped a cheek of his ass, parting the ravine between and exploring their fingers up and down. He was sensitive there, their presence caused him to lurch.
The girls moved closer so that as Lola gripped the neck of his cock, she could guide it so that the head of it first ran the length of her cunt, then the length of her sister's. Al turned from side to side, ready to insert it any time they were. They pinched into the cheeks of his butt as he gripped his fingers into their snatches and played around. Then he lowered his head so that he could lick his tongue over their tits. Lola held onto his cock as Lila slid her hand in front of him over his torso, while each of their hands behind him massaged over his back and down to his butt, time and time again. Their fingers seemed to gouge into his ass-hole but, being so sensitive there, he lurched with each invasion. By then he was sucking as much of a nipple into his mouth as he could and tonguing the tip of it before he went to the next. He rolled his head around in between the four tits, licking from one to the other as his body became ignited with all-consuming excitement.
While Lola played her fingers over his cock and balls so teasingly, and Lila ran her hand over his nipples and around his belly, Al suddenly became aware that the girls had the middle fingers of their hands at his back, slowly penetrating into his ass-hole. There were spasms of pain and he jerked to free himself from their driving fingers, but they were persistent. Finally he felt the two fingers pull to either side and eventually slip up into his anus. It was uncomfortable at first, but he was being aroused in so many other places that he allowed them to do what they wanted. Soon they were wiggling those fingers around inside him, pushing and massaging at his prostate gland in such a way that electrical jolts shot through him. Once used to it, he enjoyed the sensation.
The girls lurched their hips back so that his fingers snapped out of their cunts practically at the same moment. Their fingers slipped out of his ass-hole and Lila moved away from the two of them, while Al concentrated his efforts on Lola's tits.
"Guess that really put you in high gear, didn't it, baby?" Lola cupped his chin with her hand and slowly eased his mouth from her tit. "Are you a big shooter, or is one time your limit?"
"You mean--? "
"I mean, how often can you come? Lila and I like to climax a half a dozen times or so. We figure we better ask the guy how many times he can make it." Lola chuckled.
"You mean I have to wait until you shoot six times apiece?" Al looked worried.
"Or keep up with us," Lila giggled as she crossed toward them, her hands behind her back.
"Well, two or three times is my limit-but that takes several hours." Al was once again caressing Lola.
Lila got behind Al, Lola in front, sandwiching him in between. "Well, we'll just have to play it by ear then, huh, Lila?"
"Whatever."
Lola stroked her hand down his front side. "But do us a favor, hold off on coming as long as you can."
"I'll do my damnedest." Al started to play his hands up Lola's body to cup her tits, when he was startled by the cold liquid invasion of Lila's hands on his upper back. In a moment, his skin, where she rubbed, had a slight sting to the chill. "What the hell--? " At first it felt as if Lila were giving him an alcohol rub, but it was not nearly as cold as alcohol.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lila was practically purring in his ear as her wet hands ran down the fullness of his back and curved around the cheeks of his ass.
"What the hell is it?"
"Tequila."
"Tequila?" His body jerked as a drop of the liquid ran down the crack of his ass and stung at his ass-hole. "Eeeoooww!"
The girls giggled at his reaction. Lila poured another handful of tequila and gave the bottle to Lola. Lila crouched and ran her wet hands up the back of his legs as Lola began massaging the tequila over his front side. Al squirmed with the coldness and the tingling sensation at the backs of his legs. Lila reached her hand up for Lola to fill again. Al was so surprised at what was happening, and a little fascinated, that he watched in awed silence. Now Lila's hands were caressing up the inside of his thighs as Lola mopped her hand over his chest and down into his belly. Lila reached for still another handful of tequila. Lola crouched so that she could put the liquid around his pubic area, sliding a wet hand over his cock and down to his balls. Lila's hand met hers on the underneath side of his scrotum and wiped up into the crack of his ass. The tequila was a little fiery at his balls, but Al gritted his teeth and watched in utter fascination.
Once his body was completely covered with tequila from shoulders to toes, the girls put the bottle aside and stared at their work.
"What the hell are you two up to?"
"Ever put tequila on a salted lemon?" Lola chuckled and ran one index finger from his right nipple, down past his navel, and all the way to the tip of his extended cock.
"Can't say that I ever have." Al looked from one to the other, twisting his body as he did and thrusting his hips forward so that the tip of his cock could stroke against Lola's thigh. "But I've heard about it." He jolted forward as if trying to spear her cunt with his cock.
"Well, honey, you just pretend you're a salty lemon," Lila said behind him, practically in his ear, "and Lola and I are going to suck the tequila out of you. How's that shake you?"
"I-I don't know." Al's skin had begun to feel all prickly and strange.
"We guarantee you'll like it." Lola ran her finger back up from the end of his cock all the way to his chin. "You just stand up here, and we'll suck you off-I mean, suck off the tequila."
"Sounds wild."
"You'll see."
Before Al could further comment, he felt the presence of Lila's tongue on his back. She was obviously standing on tiptoe to be able to lick over his shoulders. He held his arms akimbo and watched as Lola placed her mouth to his clavicle, running her tongue along the edge where the bone protruded. Lila's tongue now slipped into the ridge of his spine and she traced it down to the parting of the cheeks of his buttocks, then she lapped it back up again as shivers propelled through Al and he had to put his feet into another position to steady himself.
After Lila licked up the channel of his spine, she lowered her head again to wash the broadness of her tongue up again and again, each time returning to the cheek of his ass before stroking back up. While Lila covered the full area of his upper back, not only licking but sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth, Lola devoted her tongue to his front side, first washing the tequila from his chest and spending a great deal of time at his nipples. He had sensitive tits-
Lola could always tell when a man did-and she sucked at them until he twisted and wiggled uncontrollably. By then Al was gasping and making erotic sounds, his head held back, his eyes closed as prurient images filled his mind. When he took his hands from his hips and attempted to guide Lola's head away from his chest, she forced them back to their former position and held them there.
Lila bent forward to lick the tequila from the cheeks of his butt and, as she did, she took great mouthfuls of his flesh into her mouth as if she thought the tequila had soaked in and she intended to get it all out. Now she spread his cheeks with her hands so that she could lap into the ravine. He jolted and pitched, nearly losing his balance with each invading stroke of her tongue. As he leaned slightly forward to give her greater access to his ass-hole, Lola washed further down his chest and upper belly, catching the tip of his cock between her dangling tits. That stimulated him even more on the front side. He bobbed his hips forward as if attempting to thrust the full length of his cock between those fleshy orbs, and, in so doing, he momentarily locked Lila's tongue in the tight crack of his ass. She used her fingers to pry his cheeks apart. At that point, Lola pushed on his chest in such a way to indicate that she wanted better access to his lower torso with her mouth.
Al never realized that he was particularly ticklish until the twins were licking the tequila, then he found himself in uncontrollable spasms of sensitivity. He no longer could hold his hands on his hips. Instead, he found himself clutching at his own chest, running his fingers where Lola's tongue had recently been.
Lola washed her mouth over his lower belly and into his pubic hair, her hungry lips nipping at his flesh and sucking. His cock slapped against her face and she turned her head from side to side to caress it. She even moved so that the head of it could pierce into her ear. Then she turned her face in the other direction until her lips were buried in the hair at the root of his cock. Slowly she turned even further, her lips spread open so that she could catch the side of his cock between them. Now her tongue protruded slightly as she washed back and forth on the one side of the neck, then reversed her position so that she could tongue the other side, but only the side.
Holding his cock upward, with her finger supporting the very end of it, Lola was able to lick her tongue over the bulgy underside and down to his scrotum. Her tongue flicked back and forth on the underside of his cock several times as she licked from one ball to the other and finally took both testicles into her mouth at once, sucking them in as spirals of pain and delight slithered up his body. She licked back up the stem of his cock just once again before she began licking the tequila from his legs, taking long, lingering swipes with her tongue, lapping clear to his toes and coming up with great sweeps of her tongue.
By then Lila had washed the backside of his legs. Occasionally her tongue met her sister's tongue en route. But Lila quickly moved back toward his hips. Spreading the cheeks of his ass with her hands, she drove her tongue between them, up the entire indented area and concentrating her effort, at last, at his ass-hole. She clawed his cheeks apart and drilled her tongue in between the tight sphincter, penetrating as far as she. could. Once she had furrowed a wet channel, she riveted her tongue in and out as if she thought he had an extra supply of tequila stored up there. Al was flipping and twisting in convulsive spasms. He had never been tongue-fucked in the ass before. The sensation was about to drive him out of his mind. He groaned and panted as stifled sobs coughed up from his groin.
He grabbed hold of Lola's head as he felt the top of her hair on the underside of his cock. She was nibbling her way up the inside of his thigh. Washing her tongue over his scrotum, she met Lila's tongue coming through his legs from behind him. Their tongues wound together around his balls until the tickling sensation became so great that he lifted her head. Her tongue lapped up into the area between his thigh and his crotch and finally again along the side of his well-stretched prick.
Lila poked her head between his legs and adjusted her body so that his leg pushed between her tits. She wiggled her upper torso from side to side, stimulating her boobs with the furry feel of his thighs. She licked at one side of his cock while Lola licked at the other. Never once had either of them touched the head of his pecker with their lips. Now, their noses touching as they each had half of his cockneck between their lips and their tongues flicking at the slick muscle as their mouths moved up and down it, Lila reached one hand to grope Lola's breast and the other to rub into her cunt. At the touch of Lila's hands in those places, Lola stroked her sister's tit and put her arm around Al's leg to poke her middle finger up into her snatch. With the girls' fingers inside each other's cunt and their hands milking at tits, their excitement became so great that they permitted their lips to surround the head of his cock.
Now they took turns, one lapping the cockhead while the other tongued the cockneck from head to root and down to his scrotum, then back up to replace the other's mouth on the head, while the first slid down the other side of his cock. This went on for several minutes, until Al began moaning and pumping his pelvis. If they were not careful he would shoot his load, and they did not want that to happen too fast. Almost on cue, they took their mouths completely from his cock and ran them over his legs, lapping and biting their teeth into the sturdy muscles. As they did that, they finger-fucked each other so fast that they began to roll and scream into the flesh of his legs caught between their teeth. The pain was severe enough to make him jerk his legs from their teeth hold and move away from them. They could have cared less at that moment since they were so involved in each other.
Lila managed to maneuver herself into a position so that her head was between Lola's legs, lying on her back so that Lola was above her. Lila replaced her finger with her mouth into her sister's cunt, while Lola continued finger-fucking her as she hovered over her. Lola made erotic noises, squeals of ecstatic pain as she flopped her tits from side to side and drove her fingers into her sister's vagina with a vengeance. Lila was eating into her twin's cunt with such fury, her own body tossing so fitfully that there was no doubt in Al's mind that they were both about to climax again. He wanted to manipulate his cock so that he would ejaculate with them, but he realized that they were coming a second time without him because of his inability to come as many times as they wanted to. He gripped his fingers into the cheeks of his butt, his cock flailing perpendicular before him as he watched the girls in frenzied gyrations.
Lola shrilled and threw her head back. He knew that her cunt was being flooded with the juices of her passion. And, by the spastic action of Lila's body, she too was erupting. Even as she screamed, Lola removed her finger from her sister's twat and put her face to it to suck out as much as she could. Then, as the last convulsions of climax shook their bodies, Lola rolled off her sister's body and the two lay in panting sobs.
Al left them in that state of exhaustion as he went to the bathroom to relieve his bladder.
After flushing the toilet, he left the bathroom to find that the sisters had moved to the bedroom. He leaned against the door and marveled at the fact that they had rallied so rapidly after that big, rolling, juicy second climax. His cock had become partially limp from peeing, but he assured them that it would soon be at attention again.
"You sure you didn't come?" Lola questioned and slid off the bed to cross to him.
"Hell no! Me come by myself with two hot cunts and two talented mouths waiting to gobble up this old boy?"
Lola clamped her fist around his cock and jerked it a couple of times. "Crazy!"
"You ready to go at it again?" Al wondered as he felt the tension once again returning to his cock in response to Lola's fondling.
As Lola guided him toward the bed, Lila sat on the edge of it. Lola stood between Al and Lila and slowly licked her way down his body until she got into a crouching position just above his cock. Lila caressed her tits, then suddenly lay back on the bed and thrust her legs into the air, resting her heels on either of Al's shoulders so that, in looking down, he could stare into her gaping cunt. Lila applied pressure to his shoulders.
"Come and kiss it, baby," Lila coaxed as Lola washed her mouth over his upper thighs.
"Sure, why not?" Al moved his cock so that it would touch Lola's face, but she was busy stimulating him in other places. As he got to his knees so that his face could be directly over Lila's cunt, Lola stretched out on the floor in a cross angle to his body, as she continued lapping her tongue in and around his thighs and teasing his crotch.
Al ran his hands from Lila's ankles as she curved her knees to drape them over his shoulder. His hands caressed down her thighs, curving around each from the outside, his fingers running down the inside until he arrived at her crotch. Then, spreading the cunt lips with his fingers, he slid his fingers into the oozing walls, tracing along each of the labia, outlining them. She jolted at the touch of his fingers there.
"Go on, lick it with your tongue." Lila sat up, resting on her elbows, so that she could watch him. There was something so fascinatingly different in seeing a man's face at her pussy than seeing a woman's. She pushed her pelvis forward as if shoving her snatch to his mouth.
His tongue emerged from his open mouth as he stuck just the tip of it into that glistening area, slowly lining where his fingers had just traced.
"That's the way, Al baby. Kiss the hell outa that puss! Go on, now, eat it up!" Lila undulated her body so that her cunt moved over his tongue as if to help him. "Stick it way up!"
Realizing that Lila needed help, Lola placed her open mouth directly over the head of Al's cock and slowly began inching down on the neck, taking more and more of it into her mouth. With that encouragement, his tongue projected its fullest length and flicked around the liquid cavern as Lila began to squeal in spastic delight.
As Al ate into her snatch, Lola worked her head back and forth over his cock, drawing the head of it deep into her throat, while her hands explored his balls and ass. Then, after working on it for a while, she let it slip out of her mouth while she went to kiss his balls.
Al was slurping into Lila's cunt with all the enthusiasm he could muster when he became aware of the absence of Lola's mouth from his genitals or his lower body. But he was so engrossed in what he was doing that he did not bother to see that she had scooted under the bed, had spread her legs, and was coming back toward him with her cunt wide open to take his cock. He felt her legs on either side of his, then her hand reached to grab the head of his cock, and finally the liquid of her cunt as she rubbed the cockhead into it and pushed forward so that she was completely impaled by it. It was a weird angle, since Lola had to do all the maneuvering blindly. She felt his cock plunging deep into her vagina until the head gouged at her cervix. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held him vise-like in her grip. In such a firm hold he was only able to thrust his cock within her, never able to draw it out, leaving him only short strokes. That did not seem to bother him, since he was busily concentrating on lapping into Lila's cunt.
Lila was twisting and turning. She sat up and gripped the back of his head with both hands and held it steady while she pumped her pelvis, letting her cunt ride on the rigidity of his tongue.
With Lila's action, Al's enthusiasm became so great that he lurched his hips back and broke the leg hold that Lola had about his hips. In fact, he withdrew with such force that his cock slipped out of her cunt. Then, feeling the need of fresh air, he jerked his head back and broke Lila's hold on it. He pushed her back into a reclining position as he got to his feet. Jerking her legs into the air, still riding his shoulders, he lunged his cock forward and guided it into her slimy cunt. With a jolt, he shoved it all the way in. Leaning forward, he milked at Lila's tits as he began a steady pumping action with his hips.
Lola rolled from under the bed and got to her feet. Bending behind Al, she began licking his back. When she found that was not too easy with his violent pumping, she climbed onto the bed and lifted his hands from Lila's breast and put them on her own as she crouched above her sister, lowering her cunt to her sister's face. Lila immediately reached up and spread Lola's cunt lips with her hands, gouging her hand in and replacing her hand with her tongue.
Directing his mouth to her tits, Lola fondled her hands over Al's face and neck. "Fuck the hell outa her, Al, but don't come yet. I want that big, hot, meaty whang crammed back up my pussy before you shoot!" She kissed around his ears and moved his head to suck on her other tit. "Oh, baby, you have a hot, juicy mouth! I'll bet you suck the hell outa Grace's big boobs all the time! Wow! What a tongue! Oh, baby, I like that! But be careful-be careful-don't come yet-just take it nice and-Oooooh, my God, that's beautiful! I can tell by the way that-ooooo-aaaahhh!-that Lila's sucking up into my puss-Careful-careful-that she really digs the way you're fucking her. You dig it, too. don't you?"
Al had slowed his pumping to a more lingering action, gently pushing forward and churning his hips around before he withdrew his cock for another thrust. He could feel the juices mounting within him and knew that if he were to comply with the girls' wishes that he would have to take it easy.
Lola pulled his face from her tit as he stood upright without moving a muscle. Then she put her mouth to his nipple and sucked in. He lurched forward, jabbing Lila's cervix with the head of his cock. Lola dug her fingers into his flesh, pulling at it as Lila's tonguing into her cunt sent ripples of excitement charging through her. Her entire body was rolling, and Lila's was rolling beneath her. Lola was groaning and squealing with her mouth over his nipple, which caused a tingling vibration to buzz his tit. He knew that he would be unable to take too much of that, so he eased his tit from her mouth and at the same time pulled his cock from Lila's cunt. Then, getting on his knees again, he put his mouth to her writhing twat as Lola played her fingers into his ears and Lila licked higher into Lola's cunt until both women were spastic with convulsive rolling, liquid movements.
Now Lola began a series of little screams mixed with grunts and groans. Lila was making sounds, too, which mainly vibrated into Lola's cunt. Lila was jerking her body with such rhythms of passion that several times she pulled her twat inadvertently from Al's penetrating tongue.
Although Al's cock was oozing lubricating fluid, he was able to keep it from touching anything that would stimulate it any more. As he ran his tongue back and forth in her slimy cavern, he used his finger to manipulate her clitoris and reached his other hand to massage Lola's.
The girls began pitching and flopping as Lola made panting squeals and sobbed as if she were crying. Al could tell by the pressure of their clits against his fingers that they were all but ready to pop again. His cock was flailing the air. Even though he continued what he was doing, he forced himself to think of something else. It took much effort, but he knew that if he did not, he would trigger off with nothing touching his cock, he was that ready to explode. He had never put himself through such an endurance test.
"Now! Now!! NOW!! ! " Lola screamed and rolled again into a creamy climax.
Al felt a flood of liquid against his tongue as he jammed it into Lila's cunt and realized that she, too, had erupted again. He held his face at her cunt for several seconds as he sensed the excitement retreating in both. Oddly enough, as the girls came down from their sex high, his cock began to lose its tension. He knew, of course, that that was only temporary and would once again be steel hard when the girls were ready to go again. And the next time he intended to shoot one of them full of a load of come.
Al sagged to the floor as Lola lifted her snatch from Lila's face and the latter breathed deeply of fresh air. He looked from one wet cunt to the other, the sight of which already caused a tugging again in his cock. They were identical-the girls were identical, even in their reactions. He guessed that it would not matter which one he fucked.
"Man, I'm getting tired," Lila said as she sat up, resting on her elbows and looking down at. Al framed in the spread of her legs.
"Me, too," Lola echoed and fell back onto the bed next to Lila, her cunt facing Al, too.
"But that's just the third time you each came," Al observed, a slight anger rising in him. "I thought you wanted to go a half a dozen times."
"We did," Lola announced, "between the two of us."
"And what am I supposed to do, beat my meat?"
"That's up to you." Lila sighed and yawned.
The twins' knees almost touched as they leaned back, side by side, on the bed, looking down into Al's bewildered expression. He had difficulty reading their expressions. Could those torrid vixens of a few moments ago be so calculating cold? They smiled, which he interpreted as mockery. They, of course, were playing a game, well calculated and precise. They wanted to be domineering only to a point, then they wanted to be domineered. If Al was man enough to take what he wanted, they would be satisfied-and so would he. In their minds men were meant to be sexually aggressive; until they were, the twins played games with them.
Flames soared through Al's body as the anger within him grew. His cock had become limp and that made him even angrier. Suddenly, glaring rage at the girls, looking from one to the other of their contemptuous expressions, he sat up on his knees, then lurched forward with outstretched fingers and forward thrust arms. His hands reached toward their crotches which he touched and gouged into at the same precise moment. His two middle fingers worked into their cunts as, with a flying leap, he propelled onto the bed between them, one leg between Lila's legs, the other between Lola's. His face landed breast level. He first sucked in Lola's nipple, then Lila's as his fingers explored as deeply into their cunts as he could reach.
"My God, I'm going to fuck the bejesus out of the two of you!" Al roared, and lapped again at their tits as he crammed his hands up their cunts.
That was precisely what they wanted him to do, although they reacted with indifferent expressions. They were even able to momentarily control the excitement that charged through them as his fingers searched into their sensitive cunts and his mouth licked their tingling tits.
He chose Lola as his first victim. Releasing his cunt hold on each, he scampered to his feet, straddled Lola's body, and scooted toward her face, his half-hard cock in his hand. He put his other hand beneath her head and pulled it to his cock. Then he ran the cockhead over his lips and around her face until its hardness returned. When he no longer had to hold it, he took his hand from his cock and caught her jaw in a vise-like grip with his fingers, forcing her to open her mouth. He shoved his cock into her throat as far as it would go. Then, reaching to the side and back, he again fingered into Lila's cunt while he thrust his pelvis back and forth so that his cock would slip in and out of Lola's throat.
Once his cock had reached maximum hardness, he withdrew it from Lola's mouth and practically leaped over to straddle Lila's body, scooting down until he was below her legs, then he forced his knees between them and hoisted her legs back so that he could direct his cock into her cunt. He ordered her to put it in place.
As he shoved his cock forward so that it slid into the full area of her vagina, Al began a forward and backward movement. "Suck on your sister's boobies," he commanded Lola. She did without question, moving her body close enough to his that he could once more reach his hand into her cooze without missing a stroke of his furious pumping.
The sight of Lola nursing on her sister's breasts and the angered thrusting with which his cock attacked Lila's cunt quickly brought his responsive juices to a fevered pitch. As he felt the moment of ejaculation build with a fiery sting that tore at every nerve end within him, he slackened his pumping and ultimately eased his cock from Lila's writhing snatch.
He got back on his knees. "All right, stand up." As he ordered Lila, he lifted Lola into a crouching position with her ass up and her head down forward. Before either of the girls was certain what was happening, Al found Lola's cunt opening and thrust his cock inside until her ass was pushed against his pubic hair. He let it remain like that as he ordered Lila to stand and straddle her sister's body.
Lila stood before him and spread the lips of her cunt, as she was told, so that he could lick his tongue into it. Now as he flicked his tongue in and out, he began a steady pumping motion with his hips as his cock slid over her slippery shaft and back out again. The harder he pumped the more violent his tongue action in Lila's cunt became. He half held himself into position and half caressed with his hands, one on Lila, the other on Lola. In only a matter of moments all three were shot to erotic heights as the bed-springs ground with the sexual motion of their three bodies in accelerated activity. Both girls began to squeal and grunt, their breath coming in panting sobs and sharp shrills.
Once again that wonderful sensation of near climax screamed within Al's body as if every atom was aglow and ready to be fired through the hollow cannon of his cock. Now he was sweating, his body as wet as the girls' thighs. The thrusting in and out of his cock made a popping sound. Lola was twisting and twirling, moving her butt to meet his hip movement, and Lila was spastic with undulations as his tonguing into her cunt caused her to tremble and scream in response.
With his tongue buried in Lila's cunt, he was unable to speak, but he did groan, and his grunting was so fierce that he sounded like a wild animal. Now! Now, he could feel the lightning of release as it shot up from his toes and flashed through his body like a Roman candle being shot off. He flipped and yanked, pinched the girls' flesh and jerked his pelvis with such explosive thrusts that he nearly knocked Lola out of position.
The explosion was deafening! He pulled his face from Lila's cunt long enough to cry out. Sensing that she, too, had erupted again, he buried his face in her wet snatch and clung to her hips as his body began to sag.
Feeling the onrush of Al's load of come, Lola, too, climaxed. As the spasms of release stopped spiraling through her, she fell forward, nearly dragging Al with her until his cock snapped out of her cunt.
Al slid down Lila's legs and she fell onto the bed next to her sister. The girls wrapped themselves in each other to bring themselves down. Al sat with his head resting against the side of the mattress, panting as deep gasps of breath sobbed up from his gut.
Finally, leaving the girls cuddled in each other, Al managed to pull himself up, stagger into the living room and find his clothes. With shirt unbuttoned and shorts only partially zipped, he reeled out into the night. The touch of cold air helped to revive him. But no matter how much it stimulated him, he was ready for bed and a sound sleep.
The Porters' cabin was dark. He dropped his shorts and shirt in the living room and stepped out of his shower shoes, tiptoeing to the bedroom. He climbed into bed without making a sound or creaking a spring.
"Is that you, darling? I've been waiting for you," Grace said in eager tones. "I got all rested up for you. Honey? Honey?? Well now, Al, I know those mineral baths can't knock you out that fast. Honey?"
FIVE
Grace Porter did not get any the night before. Al was exhausted and he pretended sleep. In fact, he slept late the next morning and merely mumbled when Grace questioned when he intended to get up. She lay in bed beside him, studied his naked back, even played her fingers over it, and kissed the cheeks of his ass. He only twitched with annoyance and grumbled something obscene.
"God dammit, Grace," he shouted, turning his face toward her, "go fuck the entire health spa if you're so bitchin' horny, but leave me and my ass alone so I can get some rest."
Grace's hand had been pried under his body, groping for his cock. She jerked her hand out and flipped over into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Looking back at her husband's naked body, she felt a certain anger, but she attempted to understand. She got up, stretched and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Standing before the bathroom mirror, she admired her body. It was made for sex and pleasure and that was it! By God, if Al wanted her to go out and fuck the entire spa, she would! She pinched her nipples and wiggled in response before adjusting the shower and getting under the tepid stream of water.
The soap sudsing over her body only added to stimulate her already aroused nerve ends. She was horny, there was no doubt about that. Rubbing the oval cake of soap up her thighs, she allowed it to penetrate into her cunt, over the lips and around and finally into the vaginal shaft. Her blood was perking. As she rinsed out her snatch, she played with it, arousing herself to even hotter degrees.
After drying irerself, she went back into the bedroom. Al was still rolled over onto his stomach, snoring up a storm. She put on her face and dressed in a flimsy outfit, a formless dress that hit her just below her crotch. Deciding not to wear panties or hose, she donned a picture hat and, taking her purse, left the cabin and strolled toward the restaurant. There were very few people around. The restaurant was empty. She did not wait.
In the parking lot, Grace observed the twins, Lola and Lila, getting into a car and screeching rubber as they careened out. She looked after them, then turned to observe the solitary figure of Dick Kray, Lola's husband, as he crossed from the parking lot and went toward the Travis' cabin. Apparently the twins had gone into Palm Springs, leaving their spouses at home. That was a possibility to look into. Nonetheless, she decided to drive into town for breakfast, even though it was nearly noon.
Grace saw several attractive, sexy-looking men while in town, but none with whom she could establish contact. As a matter-of-fact, most of them were attached to other possessive females. Grace decided to bide her time, even though the sight of such men turned her thoughts to imagining them naked with their cocks plugged into her cunt, or stuffed in her mouth, or some other places. By the time she arrived back at the health spa she was ready to climb the walls.
Her first inclination was to go for a massage with Harry Maples, who was good for at least one cuntful of come. But, checking his schedule, she discovered he was full up. She returned to her cabin only to find Al gone and a note saying that he had hitched a ride into Palm Springs with the Jackmans. For an instant a prurient thought flashed into her mind. She tried to imagine what it would be like for both her husband and Ray Jackman to fuck Sarah at the same time. Although that was a possibility, she concluded that it would either cure Sarah or kill her, and Grace's money was on the latter. She smiled to herself and went out to sit by the pool.
Stretching herself casually in a chair, her legs forward, she was certain that the hem of her dress was just barely below the hair of her crotch. Any slight breeze would blow it up and expose her crack. There was no wind whatsoever. Very few people were out in the afternoon sun. It was quiet. No one to observe, even if the wind did come to blow up Grace's dress.
She almost decided to go into the cabin, get her old trusty hairbrush and apply the handle of it to her cunt to relieve some of the pressure that was just about to drive her out of her mind. However, before she pulled her legs in from their outstretched position, she was distracted by the sound of a cabin door being opened, followed by the raucous explosion of salacious male laughter. Moving her eyes beneath her dark sunglasses,-she saw Dick Kray emerging from the Travis' cabin followed by Pete Travis. Both men were wearing only swimming trunks, shower shoes on their feet, and towels draped over their shoulders. They appeared a bit giddy; apparently they had been drinking and were not feeling a great deal of pain. Neither man was a Mr. America type, but they were good specimens of virile manhood.
They were carrying drinks which they took with them to an umbrella-covered table about twenty-five feet from where Grace was sitting. They slouched in the chairs, oblivious to her presence. Their laughter continued between segments of conversation. Grace wished that she was closer so that she could hear the whole conversation. She was certain they were joking about sex. Didn't all men?
Dick Kray stretched his long legs forward, his rump on the very edge of the chair, reaching his toes toward the pool a few feet beyond. The bulge of his crotch protruded upwards. He rubbed his hands down his thighs and back up again until he scratched at his cock as if adjusting it. Then, almost self-consciously, he turned to see if anyone had seen him manipulating his instrument of pleasure. He reddened as he saw Grace. Drawing the leg nearest her back toward him, he nudged Pete. Pete looked over at Grace. She pretended not to see them. Scooting down further in her chair, she managed to pull the hem of her dress up so that she was certain some pussy hair was showing. Pete nudged Dick. The boys laughed and drank.
Grace sat there several minutes, putting on a peep show for the boys, all the time pretending not to notice their presence. Then, on a whim, she spread her legs wide in their direction, but only for a moment as she prepared to get out of the chair. She could tell by the gurgling sounds and the gasps that came from them that they had seen what she had wanted them to see.
She stood up and, with accentuated hip movement, crossed to her cabin. The men followed her with their eyes. Then they returned to their laughing and drinking.
Grace concluded that the twins kept their husbands pretty much drained of semen. From her window she could see them by the pool. Impulsively, she decided that somehow she was going to have the two of them-at one time, and maybe drag another woman in on the act for a little four-way session. The more she anticipated such an arrangement, the more tingly she became. She slipped out of her dress and paraded around the cabin nude as she conceived a plan. Then, putting on her skimpiest bikini, and an ample sprinkling of perfume, she returned to the pool area, only to find that the men had disappeared.
Grace was just about to stroll out in search of them, when Mae Maples came out of the restaurant. She had closed up shop for the day and was going to take a break before she took care of her massage appointments. Mae, also bikini attired, waved at Grace and the latter moved to join her.
"What's happening?" the genial hostess asked.
"Not a goddamn thing."
Mae detected boredom in Grace's voice. "Well, make something happen." Mae was always super-positive, a trait that sometimes annoyed other woman.
"You got a magic wand or something?"
Grace's eyes ran over Mae's body as she spoke. She was not usually attracted to women's bodies, but she was the sort who would take sexual relief where she could get it, and she had found that women were also more durable than men. What Grace needed was a nice long sex session that afternoon.
"No, but if you'd tell me what kind of action you're looking for," Mae smiled, "maybe I can help you find it."
Grace eyed her suspiciously. She had heard tales that the Maples swung in all directions, since being versatile satisfied their various customers. "I'll put it to you straight, Mrs. Maples."
"Call me Mae."
"Okay, Mae." Grace returned the smile. "My old man's gone into Palm Springs and I'm as hot as a firecracker, if you know what I mean. Any suggestions?"
Mae's expression did not alter. "Why don't you join me for a nice refreshing swim?"
"A swim?"
"Ever had an underwater massage?"
Grace's eyes began to light up. That was something she had not considered. "Can't say that I have."
Mae took her by the hand and pulled her to the edge of the pool. After another encouraging smile, Mae released her hand and dived into the water. Grace shrugged and followed her. Both women had short hair, so they didn't bother with bathing caps. Mae swam like an eel, darting through the water with amazing speed. Grace was a good swimmer, too. The two passed each other several times, just barely touching. Finally, they stopped to catch their breath, resting between the four and five mark of the pool. Mae swam up to meet Grace, putting her hands on each side of her as she reached to catch the rail, her arms lightly touching against Grace's shoulders. Grace responded by lifting her hands toward Mae and placing them on her tits. Mae smiled in approval.
"You swing with girls?"
Grace was only slightly embarrassed. "I have-but I prefer men."
"So do I," Mae giggled, "But a change is sometimes fun." She took her hands from the rail and ran them over Grace's shoulders and onto her chest until she, too, was able to feel the fullness of her breasts. They each caressed each other, eventually reaching their fingers under the underside of their bikini bras to force those garments up so they could get a good feel of naked tits. "You have nice breasts."
"Honey, yours are no acorns, either. Your playing with mine gets me hotter than hell." Grace stared intently at Mae. "Isn't there someplace we could go where you could suck on them, and I could suck on yours?"
"Sure." As Mae thought, Grace released her hand on one of Mae's tits and slid it down her body and under her bikini bottoms. Grace's middle finger immediately slid into the slit of Mae's cunt, pushed in and eased down until she had a whole handful. "Ooo, that tickles."
"Get a feel of mine, will you?" Grace wiggled. The touch of both Mae's tits and snatch sent ripples of excitement through each of them. When Mae jabbed her finger under Grace's panties and penetrated into her opening, Grace jerked and wiggled to stretch her cunt so that Mae could feel in further.
After groping each other for several minutes until each were quivering in anticipation, Mae suddenly ducked under the water and followed the contour of Grace's body until she got down to her pussy. She pulled the panties back and down so that she could put her mouth to Grace's cunt. Penetrating her tongue, she licked in along the cunt lips.
Grace leaned casually against the side of the pool, her arms stretched on either side of her, her bra floating loosely in front of her. Mae's presence at her crotch had sent her into ecstasy. She closed her eyes and threw her head back.
