"PLEASE BE GENTLE with me," Gee Gee murmured as I positioned myself between her long, lovely legs. Her voice trembled slightly, almost sounding like inexperienced uncertainty. I knew if there was anything Gee Gee couldn't be, it was inexperienced; she'd been to see too many casting directors about TV and feature picture parts.
Just the same, I assured her, "Don't worry, baby; I'll be so gentle-"
I forgot to finish because the tingling head of my rigid cock started nuzzling into her cunt's slippery lips hungrily and felt so great I forgot about everything else. I leaned against it slightly, starting it into her. Delighted amazement flashed through me and I exclaimed, "Lord, baby, you really are tight, aren't you!"
"Please be gentle," she repeated in that same small, trembling voice.
"Sweetheart," I said, chuckling, "you've nothing to worry about. This cock of mine isn't that big; I've never hurt a girl with it in my whole life!"
I eased my cock on into her. As it disappeared into her sweet cunt slowly, I couldn't help marveling again, "Lordy, you really are tight!"
Finally I felt my balls touch Gee Gee's ass; I was into her to the hilt. That same instant she moaned, "Is that about all of it? I don't think there's room left inside me for any more. I feel so full of cock I think I'm ready to burst!"
I felt certain she had to be putting me on, and no pun intended, but it still pleased all hell out of me. Strange how having a woman say a thing like that pleases a man. I told her soothingly, "It's all in you now." Then without really intending to, I asked, "How in hell have you managed to work as much as you have in the studios, yet kept your cunt so tight?"
Gee Gee murmured, "I've been careful to get most of my parts from fags, or guys I'd found out love to eat pussy a lot more than they like to fuck it. There just aren't many men I'd trust the way I trust you."
I gave her a small hunch, making the head of my cock move just a fraction deep within her, as I chuckled and told her, "You are delicious!"
Instantly she gasped, "You're the delicious one. Lord, how your delicious cock fills all the emptiness inside me. What a heavenly feeling to have my cunt and belly so filled with your beautiful cock there seems to be no room left in me for breath!" She broke off panting.
I began drawing my cock slowly out of Gee Gee's sweetly clinging cunt. Lord, but the tightness of it felt indescribably delicious, the way it gripped that electrified cock of mine. I murmured, "Just relax a little, baby," then almost chuckled as I realized how I'd said it. I'd sounded like I was giving a totally inexperienced virgin her very first warm-hearted fucking.
Gee Gee sounded almost caught up in the illusion too as she panted, almost inaudibly, "Oh, it hurts so good! So very, very good!"
I began sliding my cock in and out of her steadily, keeping the tempo slow at first. But riptides of delicious sensation began rising through me as my cock stroked back and forth through that incredibly tight, caressingly hot cunt of hers; the tempo of my thrusts began growing faster.
I found myself trembling, as I labored over Gee Gee, found myself feeling as intensely excited as if this was my very first piece of ass. She hadn't made it to stardom yet as an actress, but I'd have voted her an Oscar as the best piece of ass in Hollywood on nothing more than the brief sample I'd just had. Her cunt was fantastic!
Then Gee Gee began wriggling her ass under me, began arching her back up off the bed to meet me every time I sent my cock thrusting back into her cunt to the hilt. It was as if she was straining to open herself more, urging me to thrust into her deeper and still deeper.
Gee Gee began uttering little shrill cries, not quite a scream, of ecstatic pleasure. Her response to me was so damned exciting it intensified all the indescribable sensations her cunt was creating in my blazing cock. I felt my senses beginning to reel before the onslaught of mountainous waves of sensation like I'd never experienced.
Awareness began slipping from me of everything except that raging hurricane of sensation. I even began losing awareness of what Gee Gee was doing, of how she was responding. My awareness was wholly centered upon that caressing cunt of hers which seemed to be swallowing me up. I began riding her hard, forgetting completely my fervent promise to be gentle. The only thing I could think about was hammering my stiff cock in and out of her sweet cunt harder and faster. My frantic thrusting became more and more furious. The load of sensation her cunt was packing into my electrified cock was fantastic.
However, when I thought about it later, somewhat sheepishly at first as memory of my promise to be gentle returned, I realized that Gee Gee's supposedly delicate cunt apparently had been equal to all the increase in stress and strain I'd given it. In fact, although I'd been so wholly overwhelmed by the storm of my own sensation I'd been unaware of what she was doing at the time, later an apparently detached corner of my mind sent up the memory of Gee Gee moaning and groaning and gasping as she writhed under me and bowed her back up off the bed to meet my every thrust hungrily. She'd obviously been about as near to an orgasmic blast off as I had. That response of hers to me was part of what had shot my indescribable sensations clear off the scale.
But at the time absolutely all I was aware of was the fiery cloud of passion I was totally lost in. I had our naked bellies slapping together like applauding hands as they collided at the end of each driving thrust into her sweet cunt. It seemed like I'd never been into such a fantastically delicious cunt in my whole life before.
My cock and whole lower belly, in fact my entire body, felt like it was ballooning with the indescribably intense cargo of sensation which that cunt of hers kept building higher within me and ever higher. It was creating excruciating tension that set my whole body trembling. It was wonderful. It was awful. Excruciating. Fantastically delightful. Heaven, yet hell. I hoped it would last forever; I felt I couldn't endure the delicious torment one instant longer.
Somewhere in the far distance I heard someone yelling. Yelling like someone was killing him. But I wasn't alarmed; somehow I knew I was the guy doing the yelling I heard.
I remember also hearing an anguished sounding scream: vague as I was right then, I knew definitely that wasn't coming from me and it seemed somehow like the most exciting sound I'd ever heard in my life. My excitement really skyrocketed.
That's all it took! That scream sent me into orbit, pulled the trigger on that tremendous explosion I'd been struggling toward. A strangled yell came out of me that drowned out the faintly distant scream that had triggered me. I felt ecstasy and terrible near-anguish melt into one indescribable hurricane of sensation to my senses.
Later that detached corner of my mind handed up a memory of Gee Gee bucking and screaming like a wild woman under me, acting for all the world like she was frantic to tear her smoking cunt free of my geysering cock. At the time all I was aware of was the fury of sensation in my cock being kept at fever pitch by the relentless muscles of her pulsating cunt milking away at it greedily. Her fiery cunt had become like a demanding mouth gulping the flood of my hot male juices being geysered out of my throbbing cock and splattered all over her sensitive inner surfaces.
In all my years of work in Hollywood, I'd never had a greater fuck, yet there'd been absolutely nothing premeditated or planned about it. It had been a spontaneous happening that started when I stopped by Gee Gee's place looking for a fag director I'd wanted to hire.
When I headed my Rolls on down Sunset toward my office, I'd forgotten all about the director I'd stopped there hoping to find. I drove along in a rosy glow feeling like everyone's friend; strange how a good piece of ass will effect a man like that.
As I passed the UCLA campus, I saw a beautiful coed trying unsuccessfully to hitch a ride, I stopped. I nearly fell off my seat when she leaned down to look in at me through the open right window and demanded, "Mister, do you want to screw?" This just seemed to be my morning!
She waited, making no move to accept the ride she'd been thumbing for until I answered. That section of Sunset was laid out following a deer-trail through those hills, yet traffic on it these days moves very fast. A fire-engine-red Corvette rocketed past, shaking my car with its jet stream. I called, "Get in, darling, before someone ass-ends me. We can discuss it while we ride, can't we?"
"I've got to find the right man in a hurry!" she protested. Just then a Cougar roared past on the Corvette's trail, its backwash shaking my car. She suddenly opened the door and slipped in. As she closed the door, I got rolling.
"Now tell me ... what's all this rush to find a man with screwing on his mind?" I asked. "Have all of UCLA's young men gone faggot? A coed as lovely as you didn't have to make any desperate search to find help when I was a schoolboy."
"Oh, but that wouldn't be the same," she protested. "I've got to prove I can hitchhike and earn enough money to pay travel expenses while I'm doing it."
"Travel expenses?" I asked, frankly puzzled.
She nodded and explained eagerly, "There's this bunch of university girls who're going to charter a plane to fly them to Europe as soon as school's out. Then the plan is to split up, hitchhike all over Europe individually, then meet again in Paris at the end of ninety days. And each girl has to have earned enough over and above her day-today expenses to pay her share of chartering a plane home."
"That should be a very educational way to make the Grand Tour," I murmured. "You must be putting me on."
"Oh, no!" she protested instantly. "It's all on the level. Most of the girls are upper classwomen. My girlfriend and I are the only freshmen I knew of who've been offered a chance to join the group. It's really quite a privilege."
"A privilege?"
"Oh, yes! They're the campus jet set."
"They don't propose working their way through Europe this way because they all come from poverty area homes?"
"Oh, no!" she assured me. "They say doing it this way will make it a meaningful experience in coping with realities of life. Each one has to keep a diary so she can share her individual experiences with all the others after we're all back together again."
"I could kill myself!;' I said.
She looked startled. "What?"
"I've been advertising my casting calls in the wrong places." I glanced from the twisting, up and down boulevard for an instant, looking at her as I explained, "I produce sexploitation films. I'm always needing beautiful girls who're willing to do almost anything to get into movies. Now I find out I could've been having my pick of university women." I glanced back at the street, shaking my head.
"Oh, no, not at all," she protested quickly. "Doing anything of that kind would be very un-cool. Purely commercial. Devoid completely of meaningful interpersonal relationships."
That jerked my eyes back to her from the winding street. "You really are putting me on!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, no," she declared, looking very serious.
I glanced back at the street, wondering if I were closer to senility than I'd thought possible. Finally I said, "You introduce yourself to a man by asking, 'Do you want to screw?' then expect to go on from that into the development of a meaningful interpersonal relationship?"
"The older girls say that's a vital part of learning to cope with the realities of life. They say that's all a man is ever thinking about when he meets an attractive girl."
I wasn't prepared to debate that just then and I was more interested in the answer to another question. "So you're short on time to earn your share of the charter cost before the group's ready to leave?" I suggested. "That's what the big emergency is about?"
But she didn't respond. I glanced at her. I was amazed to discover she was crimson with a blush. She seemed to feel my eyes, glanced at me, then looked quickly away guiltily. "The big emergency is," she murmured, "I don't really know anything at all about sex, except theoretically. The older girls say I'm about the sexiest-looking freshman in the university and they just took it for granted-" She broke off.
I finished for her, "That you had as much personal experience as you have looks."
She nodded, looking miserable.
"What about your girl friend? " I asked.
"She hasn't had anymore experience than I have," she murmured.
"So you're trying to throw together your own homemade crash course in sex experience?" I asked.
"That's what it boils down to, I guess," she admitted.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen." She sounded as if she had just admitted something disgraceful.
"You must have been a very good student to have gotten out of high school so young," I said.
"That's why I didn't get any of the real life experience I should have," she declared. "My parents are hopeless squares."
"Very uncool," I murmured sympathetically.
"Very!" she exclaimed.
We had by then reached the stretch where Sunset relaxes a little and straightens out along either side of a parkway, acting very sedate as it crosses Beverly Hills. I glanced at her, giving my eyes time to really enjoy the expanse of naked thigh revealed below her stylish mini. I reached over and touched the shapely leg nearest me and she jumped at my touch as if startled, then gave me a quick, apologetic smile and with obvious effort made herself relax. Suddenly I realized exactly what it was like to feel like a dirty old man. I didn't care for it at all. I put my hand back on the steering wheel.
"Oh, that felt good," she protested. "Don't stop."
When I didn't instantly seize upon her invitation, she asked hesitantly, "Don't I ... feel good ... to a man?"
I said, "That's not what you need to worry about."
"What then?" she asked.
"The important thing," I told her, "is, does the particular man in each instance feel good to you. A whore, a prostitute, worries about pleasing the man, her customer. A woman who is not a whore requires each man she bestows her favor upon to put her pleasure first, to worry about pleasing her. Or I might more correctly say, she should remember to require that. Too few do. As a result, most men are lousy lovers and most women sexually unfulfilled. It's all the result of right or wrong mental attitudes. Dig?"
She looked at me, eyes wide with surprise. Finally she nodded, then murmured, "Dig."
"That's why the psychology of your approach is all wrong when you say, 'Mister, do you want to screw?' That's not modern honesty; that is psychological stupidity. Instead of making the man court your favor, defer to your pleasure, you just hand over the whip and spurs to him and invite him to use you with no more respect than he might give a dull-witted animal. And in sex, like everything else in this life, you seldom get more respect or more anything else than you demand. Get the picture?"
"Golly!" she exclaimed.
Then she lapsed into thoughtful silence. It pleased me to observe that she seemed to be really mulling over what I had just told her. I have never admired women, however physically attractive they might be, who will allow themselves to be made into a doormat for a male bully in the mistaken belief that his brutishness is admirable masculinity. Making love to a doormat is too flat for a truly self-confident, psychologically secure male. At least that's always been my opinion. I like women who have a very good opinion of themselves and of the value of their favors. Winning their favors and thoroughly pleasing them does far more for the male ego than riding a doormat roughshod could ever do. Therefore I have always had contempt for the man who feels it necessary to coerce girls into submission, using his decision-making power regarding casting for a picture, just as I have always felt contempt for one who feels it necessary to resort to getting a girl drunk or out of her mind on dope. Such so-called conquests actually prove nothing except what a lousy opinion such men have of themselves; and of course they are one thousand percent correct in their rating of themselves as creeps completely devoid of real male charm.
Suddenly the girl stirred from her silence, asking, "Do you mean you like a dominating woman?"
"A dominating woman is just as big a bore as a dominating man, and just as psychologically insecure," I told her. "I like a self-confident woman, just as I prefer the company of and business dealings with self-confident men who don't feel the insecurity-created necessity of resorting to trickery and double-dealing." I added, more than a bit wryly, I expect, "That's one reason I have damned few friends in this town. Lots of acquaintances, but damned few friends I'd ever ask a favor of."
"You mean a truly self-confident man or woman doesn't feel the need to dominate others?" she asked.
"Exactly," I told her. "They demand respect, but not subjection. I know whores in this town who have far more self-confidence than many Beverly Hills wives do. That's why so many Beverly Hills psychoanalysts are so fat."
"You're a very interesting man," the coed declared and stuck out her hand. As I shook it she said, "My name's Joanna."
"I'm Isador. My friends call me Dore," I told her. "And you're a very interesting girl, Joanna, and a very bright one. Are you sure you want to go through with this project, making sex pay your way on a grand tour of Europe this summer?"
The Sunset Strip was just ahead and my office building directly at hand; I turned left into the basement parking area as she responded brightly, "Oh, yes, I believe so. I still think it should be highly educational."
"Going to hell would be too, if there is such a place," I told her. "The question is, would the educational value be equal to the discomfort?"
She frowned. "I realize there are hazards."
"One of the greatest is your innocence."
"I'm sincerely trying to do something about that," she declared as I nosed the Rolls into one of the stalls assigned to my offices. "You of all people should realize that."
I nodded. "I realize it."
"Will you help me?" she asked as I turned the ignition off and removed the key.
"Do you mean help you by taking you up to my office and making love to you on the office couch?" I asked.
She gave me a long, guileless study and finally said, "Help me in whatever way you feel would help me most."
I suggested, "How about letting me create that crash course in sexual experience you and your girlfriend feel you need?"
She clapped her hands before herself in delight, exclaiming, "Oh, would you? You know so much better than we do..."
"Do you think your friend would go for the idea, too?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm certain she will," Joanna declared.
"Give me a phone number where I can reach you," I instructed her, "and I'll make some arrangements and be in touch."
Eagerly she took a pen and piece of paper from the small purse she carried slung from a strap over one shoulder. She wrote a phone number on the paper and handed it to me. Her eyes were shining with excitement and full of trust.
I got out, went around and opened the car door for her. After I walked her back to the sidewalk outside, I stood watching her walk jauntily away toward the Strip. Under that tight mini, each of her firm, round buttocks had an interesting little jiggle, her graceful hips swaying slightly from side to side with unexaggerated naturalness as she walked. I knew that when the time came to sample that honey pot it was going to be prime quality. It would be worth waiting for. It was important to me that when the time did come, it would be an event she would always look back to with as many fond memories as I did. So far as I am concerned, that is the only right way where sex is concerned. And in sex as in everything else, the right way is always by far the best. And the best way always requires a little time and patience. That's the reason most humans usually beat themselves out of it. Unfortunately self-control seems to be as rare as self-confidence and both are absolute necessities to good sex, as they are to everything else worthwhile in this life.
I applied some self-control and turned my eyes from the enticing view Joanna's sweet young ass presented. I went to the elevator and up to my office to make some phone calls.
CHAPTER TWO
MY FIRST PHONE CALL proved to be my last for that morning; I decided even before it was answered that I'd prefer to make the arrangements I had in mind in person, rather than on the phone. Therefore when Marie's musically cheerful voice came on the line, I simply told her I had something I'd like to talk about whenever it would be convenient. In response to that she declared, in her delightful Parisian accent, "Darling Dore, any time I have an opportunity to see you, it is convenient. Whatever else I might be doing can wait!"
I took time to glance through the morning mail, then told my secretary I might not be back until after lunch and went back down to the garage. I headed back west on Sunset, came to Alpine and turned right a short ways to Lexington, turned left a short ways to Rexford and right again another short, curving way to where Rexford ends and Coldwater Canyon Drive begins climbing into the mountains.
When I topped out where Coldwater intersects Mulholland Drive as it winds its way along the backbone of the Santa Monicas, I turned left on Mulholland. Some minutes later I came to a private road leading away from Mulholland, climbing the ridge which led to the crest of a towering spur which looked down upon all the higher points of the main range itself. A mile from Mulholland that road ended inside the gates of a place that looks like an authentic medieval castle. It was built years ago during the gold rush-like boom that first launched Hollywood out of the orange grove business to international fame as film production center. An actor who had spent most of his life as a vaudeville performer whose finances resembled the course of a roller coaster, had struck a rich vein of Hollywood film pay dirt and had used a small fortune of that new-found wealth to build this castle. He had discovered a sudden intense yearning within himself for privacy, soon after he discovered he could afford such a yearning. The narrow road was the only way the place could be approached. Although it did some winding, almost its entire length was visible from the stronghold of privacy at its end.
So the place had been perfect for Marie's purposes. She had arrived in Hollywood intent upon winning fame as an actress, just like thousands of other beautiful girls have done in the years since
Hollywood switched from producing oranges to processing two-legged peaches. When the Hollywood processing stamped Marie as a reject, as it has always done with the great majority of her sister hopefuls, Marie simply switched objectives. Perhaps she couldn't convince Hollywood producers she should be on the silver screen, but she determined she would still make them come begging for her favors. It had taken time and patience and hard work, but she had it made now.
As I approached the massive gate set between its shoulders of huge stone pillars, the gatemen opened it and waved as I drove through. I had never come here as a customer, but did visit Marie quite frequently as a friend; customers were always stopped, regardless of how often they had been there, and forced to identify themselves and sign a register just as many of them required visitors to do to get into their studios.
Inside the gate the road wound through an expanse of formal gardens, still climbing, and came finally to the turn-around before the main house, the center of which was graced by a spectacular musical fountain where at night multi-hued lights played upon the cascading water in harmony to soft music. Charles, Marie's elegant old butler, was awaiting me at the door. Inside, a heavy stillness filled the air, suggesting a household still soundly sleeping. Charles took me directly to that area of the house few other men have ever visited, Marie's own private apartment. He showed me in, then left, closing the door after himself.
A moment after the soft sound of the door closing had faded into silence, Marie's voice called from some other room beyond my sight, "Is that you, darling?"
I called back, "Exactly which darling do you hope it is?"
"I have but one darling," her laughing voice called back, "and he is my Dore darling. Will you be sweet and come wash my back? I was still in bed when you called. And my maid, the dear girl, is still in her bed fast asleep. So you see-"
She broke off, laughing, because I walked into the huge bathroom of her private quarters just then and stopped, looking down at her and the vision of feminine loveliness she presented. She lay back languidly in the center of her huge Roman bath, which is almost the size of a small swimming pool. As she looked up at me standing in the doorway from her bedroom, her eyes were bright with her usual zest for life. She began again, "So you see I really do need help."
"And just how would you suggest that I might help you, without taking my clothes all off and getting in there with you?" I demanded.
"Isn't that a marvelous idea, Dore darling," she cooed. "What a genius you really are to have thought of it."
"Don't give me that, you minx," I said. "You know better."
"You are terrible!" she was pouting suddenly. "I offer you (for nothing but love) what many other men in this Hollywood have offered as much as ten thousand dollars to enjoy, yet have been refused. What kind of iron man are you?" she asked in a voice that began to have the sound of suppressed sobs in it. She brushed a hand across her eyes as if to erase a starting flow of tears.
"I'm the kind of an iron man who can be melted instantly by a beautiful woman's tears, as you well known," I told her ruefully, beginning to get out of my clothes. That brought a delighted laugh from her. I,added, "I didn't realize it had been so long since my last visit that you'd feel the need to resort to this old scene again."
"But we play this scene so beautifully together, darling. If we played a matinee and evening performance of it each day of each week of each month through the years, still I would never tire of it," she declared in a seductively breathy whisper. "What kind of film producer are you, not to recognize such perfection? It should be recorded for generations still unborn to watch and be inspired by."
"You are simply a female sex maniac who would do anything just to get into a movie, don't try to flimflam me, lady," I told her with mock brusqueness.
"How can you say such a cruel thing?" she pouted again.
"It's easy," I said as I skinned off my last sock. "I'm a psychological sadist, an expert at mental cruelty."
She giggled in delight, then exclaimed, "Our government should use you against the Russians and all the other communists and enemies of happiness."
"It would completely destroy the world balance of power, if they did," I declared seriously, testing the temperature of her bath water with a big toe. Then I leaped high, without warning, and hit the water in a belly buster that sent water splashing high and raised a startled scream from Marie. It chopped off in a gurgle as the wave I created hit her and momentarily swamped her.
She surfaced again coughing and sputtering. When she began to get her breath, she began using it to swear at me in French. But I splashed water at her and laughed; somehow her sudden fury struck me funny. In a moment she was splashing water back at me furiously, and in another moment her fury had been worked off and she was laughing with me.
For several more moments we splashed each other madly, all the while laughing like fools. Then I lunged through the spray she was sending toward me, grabbed her, pinning her arms, and kissed her soundly.
And she kissed back. Feverishly. Demandingly. Hungrily.
Marie's sweet tongue thrust boldly past my lips into my mouth, like the owner of a favorite hideaway love nest walking into a place where he feels she belongs and expects to fully enjoy himself. Her tongue twined with mine, then went skipping away, darting here and there, caressing the sensitive inner surfaces of my mouth. The way she did it, and because it was her doing it, I think, gave me a strange, exquisite pleasure. A pleasure I believe is probably as near as a man can approach to experiencing the kind of pleasure a woman enjoys when she receives the caressing cock of a man she loves into her body. The effect certainly seemed similar.
Within moments my whole body was filled with a fiery anticipation as demanding as any teenage boy about to couple with a girl for his very first time. But I fortunately had the priceless advantage of control which only experience can bring.
Marie's hands were on my head, her fingers working, clutching and writhing in my hair, as that kiss continued. Suddenly one of her hands flew from my head to the surface of the water and down through the water to grip the shaft of my cock.
She gave an upward hop, using her buoyancy in the water to slow her descent just enough to allow her to neatly impale herself upon my loving spear. As it drove into her, her guiding hand flew up to grab me around the neck, supporting her weight as she raised her feet and locked her legs around me, pinning our bodies securely together.
Only then did she break our kiss. She looked triumphant as she drew her lips away from mine quickly, gave me a searching look, then laughed as if filled with sheer delight.
Joyfully she exclaimed, "I have you, now! And I will not let you go ... until you have sent me rocketing to heaven, as only you, darling Dore, can do."
I protested, "I am not a dolphin or a porpoise or whatever other name pleases you for a loving mammal of the sea. My love making in water just doesn't have that much finesse."
"Wonderful, darling!" she shouted in glee. "I have perhaps discovered an area in which you need practice! I will devote myself to helping you acquire the same flawless finesse in a tub or a pool that you demonstrate so matchlessly in a bed or upon a rug or before a hearth!"
I started to protest again about the aquatics.
She covered my mouth with the fingertips of one hand, shaking her head, murmuring, "You must, darling Dore. You simply must. Never before have I enjoyed an opportunity to help you learn something of this great art of communication to which we both are avid devotees."
Again I tried to protest.
Her fingertips pressed more insistently against my lips. "You simply must!" she declared, her voice rising. "This is an opportunity for us to learn more of our art together. How could you be so cruel as to deny me that?"
She took her hand from my mouth.
I opened my mouth to argue.
She clamped her legs tighter around me and ground her flat, soft belly against mine like she was doing a strip-tease routine. Her lusciously feverish sheath moved upon my shaft while the head of my cock, buried deep within her, was bobbing here and there inside her, making delicious momentary contacts with her fantastically exciting secret parts. It created an engulfing wave of sensation within me that swallowed up my capacity to protest or to argue.
I shut my mouth. Perhaps I even gulped, like a naive schoolboy. That Marie was terrific.
I gave her a sudden thrust. She seemed to accept it as my signal of defeat. She stopped that marvelous movement she had been so intently making with both her outer and inner belly, a peal of delighted laugher rippling from her. Breathlessly she demanded, "I have certain powers too, haven't I, darling?"
"You are a sorceress of sex," I declared. "You lure a hard working knight of commerce into your secret lair-"
She interrupted, reminding, "You called me, darling!"
"Don't try to confuse me with facts," I chided her. "You will stoop to anything, won't you?"
"To win more of your time and loving attentions ... yes," she said, nodding. "Where you are concerned, I am shameless."
"A shameless whore!" I exclaimed. "What is this world coming to?"
She laughed as if overjoyed. When she stopped, she gasped, "If I am a whore, then what can this be coupled to me but the greatest whoremongering whoremaster of all time. The virtuoso, the maestro of whoremongers and whoremasters."
"Flattery will get you nothing," I warned her.
Delighted, she exclaimed, "Nor you."
I gave her another hard thrust. She gasped sharply, then moaned with pleasure, letting the low sound trickle from her lips as if savoring it.
"But I did call you, as a matter-of-fact, didn't I?" I admitted.
"You did, but can't we talk about that later?" she whispered, beginning that delicious grinding against me with her luscious belly again.
"You don't care why I came to see you?" I asked, surprised. I'll admit my breathing was ragged and my voice uneven from the terrific sensation she was again beginning to build within me.
She shook her head. She sounded breathless as she gasped, "Right now I only care why I wanted you to come see me."
"You are a persistent minx!" I exclaimed. "All right. Pleasure first. My business later."
And so our mutual adventure in porpoise-fashion lovemaking passed beyond the preliminaries and really got under way.
CHAPTER THREE
WITH MY HANDS, both firmly clamped on both cheeks of Marie's luscious ass to help her legs, locked around me, support her weight, I waded to the steps leading down into the gigantic Roman rub. I sat down on a step that elevated my rear enough to give my cock maximum penetration into her delectable cunt. Marie caught her weight on her knees, straddling my lap there like we were two teenagers fucking on the seat of a parked car.
But we had something going for us you just can't get in a parked car. Fucking the way we were with warm water bathing Marie's cunt and lower belly as well as my cock whenever she pulled it out for another inward thrust, creates a special, increased sensitivity in both cunt and cock that is indescribable. Really fantastic!
As Marie began hobbling up and down, stroking my tingling cock in and out of that marvelous cunt of hers, I raised my hands from her sweet ass and caught both her luscious big tits. I pressed them together enough to enable me to suck both excited nipples into my mouth together. That brought a moaning, delicious sounding, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of her. She gave her bobbing ass a special wriggle to tell me how great was the sensation I'd started giving her.
The instant Marie's moan ended, she ducked her head down close to mine and nipped lightly at the edge of one of my ears, more body language telling me how great my cock felt inside her and how great my mouth felt on her tits. I sucked harder and began swirling the tip of my tongue around one rigid nipple, then the other. That brought another sharp gasp from her, louder and longer, turning into a ecstatic groaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Her arms went around me to hug herself more tightly against me as she continued moaning and wriggling her ass.
Her delighted response to me turned up the steam pressure of my excitement even more than the mere sight and sensations of her caressing cunt on my cock could possibly create. A fine trembling of anticipation went zinging through me.
I guess it makes no difference how much sex a person has enjoyed, each new experience seems completely different than any before it, has a special quality of delicious newness, provided one's partner is not only physically exciting to you but is someone who obviously finds you equally exciting, or better yet, more exciting. In that kind of situation I've found that each fuck seems to feel greater than any previous fuck you've ever enjoyed.
I was always amazed, whenever I fucked Marie, how it felt as if the hardness of my cock was completely filling her hot, glove-like vaginal sheath. A woman's cunt has an adaptability that is matched by no other organ I know of. Compared to it a male cock is a pretty unimpressive, untalented mechanism. Yet I've never heard a woman bragging about her terrific pussy, but I've seldom been in a locker room with a bunch of men when at least one of them wasn't bragging up the merits of his cock. It doesn't seem to matter a great deal whether it's a junior high school athletic or phys-ed locker room or the locker room at the country club golf course, boys and men sound pretty much the same when they begin bragging on their cocks. I've always had a hunch that those men who brag the most probably perform as lovers just about as ineptly as the big-mouthed junior high kids.
As I was silently marveling at the tailor-made feeling Marie's cunt gave me around my cock, she panted suddenly, "Lord, I don't know how you manage, Dore, love, but you always make your cock feel even better in my pussy than I've been dreaming he would! You've just ruined me for sex with ordinary men."
I chuckled, very pleased, naturally, but murmured, "Such flattery."
One of her hands came splashing up out of the water, raised palm outward as if taking an oath.
She insisted, "Honor bright! ... I'm hooked on you!"
I tensed my belly muscles, making the head of my cock jump deep inside her cunt as if to punctuate what she had just said. I murmured, "You can say that again."
She giggled and protested, "You know what I mean. I'm addicted to you. Hopelessly! Gloriously addicted."
I made the head of my cock give another jerk deep within her. A delighted little gasp of pleasure came sighing out of Marie. She murmured, "Delicious!"
Then she wriggled her ass on my cock for a moment before she continued, "No one, as I was saying, can make oral sex as good for me as you do, but even the very best oral sex just can't compare with the goodness I feel when we're coupled together like we are now. Know what I mean?"
Without waiting for any response from me, Marie began bobbing her ass up and down, stroking my cock in and out of her feverish cunt in a series of tiny movements. A delighted, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!" came panting out of her. Then she murmured, "Lord, but we do make beautiful music together, lover Dore. Have you ever noticed?"
I nodded, murmuring, "I've noticed."
Abruptly I pressed Marie's delectable tits together again, brought both taut nipples to my lips and greedily sucked them in. Another long, ecstatic, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mmuh!" came gasping out of her.
I began sucking her tits steadily, my tongue licking around one nipple, then the other, then back and forth between them. Marie answered by wriggling her cunt around my penetrating cock in a circular movement while her breath ran in and out of her in ragged pants.
Suddenly she murmured breathlessly, "It always surprises me how, specially great fucking you feels, compared to any other man."
"So stop fucking any others," I suggested.
"I've almost totally retired, but managing this place, seeing others do the things they do here, still excites all hell out of me sometimes," she murmured breathlessly. "And you won't always come, or you aren't in town, whenever I need you. So I have to make do with the best second-stringers I can find."
She began another series of those tiny movements that barely made my cock move in and out of her fiery cunt. But her thrusts grew progressively harder and the strokes longer as she began hammering my cock in and out of her greedy cunt.
She began panting hard, her breath making a kind of rasping, strangled sound as it struggled in and out of her. Her eyes clenched shut. Her head tipped back on her shoulders. A low, wavering groan began coming out of her steadily. Her face was drawn and looked as if she might be suffering real anguish as the intensity of the sensations my cock was creating in her sizzling cunt intensified. And, of course, it was helped along by the heightened sensitivity in her cunt created by the warm bath water we were submerged in to our waists.
For my part, I was sure feeling no pain; the sensations that sweet cunt of Marie's gave my tingling cock were building deliciously. But I'd had one fantastic piece of ass already that morning during that unscheduled stop at Gee Gee's on my way to the office. And even if I hadn't, I've managed over the years to develop better than average control. I never let myself come the very first time my partner blasts off on an orgasmic space shot. At least almost never. I usually try to keep my storm of sensation just short of going out of control, holding my fire until I'm reasonably certain one more orgasm is all my partner has left in her smoking cunt until she's had at least an hour's rest. I learned long ago that the size of a man's cock isn't what satisfies or fails to satisfy a woman, as most men seem to think. Instead, it's a man's staying power, his capacity to keep a stiff cock, that's vitally essential if he's to have any hope of truly satisfying a woman. The more sexual experience the woman has, the more absolutely essential it is for a man to have control, to have staying power. A big cock with a short fuse gets only scorn from a woman who's experienced what it's really like to be thoroughly and gloriously satisfied.
So I was feeling thankful I'd had that unexpected piece at Gee Gee's that morning because having had it improved my control now. That fantastic cunt of Marie's was creating a sensational storm of excitement in my electrified cock which would have been nearly impossible for me to control otherwise. As it was, the fire-storm of sensation in my plunging cock was excruciatingly near that point beyond which it would go wildly out of any possible control.
Marie abruptly stopped the long, hard, hammering thrusts and started rubbing her belly tightly against mine, sliding herself back and forth on my cock in short, gentle movements I knew was creating delicious friction for her along the tiny shaft of her excited clitoris. It was creating delicious sensations for me, too, although the head of my cock was just barely moving deep inside her.
Minute as the movements seemed, as she continued them it was obvious that the sensation being created by them within Marie was mountainous. Her panting gasps began sounding more like racking sobs. My tingling cock felt fresh flows of her love-honey lubricating the entire length of it.
I continued to gobble away at Marie's tits as she continued grinding her lower belly against mine, making her cunt rotate around my penetrating cock. Suddenly she pulled her ass away from me, drawing my cock outward. As it came out of her, she abruptly clamped down upon it with all the muscles in her vaginal sheath, making the delicious feeling indescribably delicious!
The flared rim at the back edge of the head of my cock slipped through ring after ring of those caressing, circling muscles. She made them grip, then release, then grip again, milking away relentlessly at my cock's hardness. It sent the riptides of sensation in my cock shooting upward, almost off the scale, almost beyond all possible control. I forced other thoughts into my mind to cool my dangerously intense awareness of that skyrocketing sensation.
More frantically, I gobbled at Marie's luscious tits. Fighting to maintain control though I was, awareness kept slipping through of the feeling of my come-juices gathering in the roots of my cock, building pressure dangerously close to the point that would trigger those pumps there.
Marie checked her withdrawal just as that flared rim on the head of my cock began forcing her cunt's inner lips apart more widely as it started out. Abruptly she sent my cock plunging back into the depths of her cunt. The thrust was so furious, our naked bellies made the surrounding water splash as they collided. Waves of sensation went roaring through me that were indescribable. Lord, I was teetering right on the brink of losing control! How that Marie could fuck!
I knew I had to get my mind on something else and hold it there or she was going to make me explode like the rankest, short-fused greenhorn. I began replaying on the screen of my mind the pictures and the sounds as I'd made the touchdown run during my college days that I'd always figured, more than anything else, got me elected Ail-American quarterback that year. I heard the crowd screaming their hearts out just like they had when it happened. That touchdown created an upset win for us against a supposedly stronger team. I glimpsed the head cheerleader going ape on the sideline, as she actually had, right along with the whole cheerleading crew. My damned mind jumped from the excitement of that moment as I made that crucial touchdown run to that night; suddenly I was fucking that delectable blonde head cheerleader, as I actually had. I was nearly ready to come as she bucked and screamed under me, already coming so hard she acted like she'd flipped her wig.
Just in time I realized the treacherous switch my mind had pulled on me. I jerked it away from the hurricane of sensation that cheerleader had given me that night years before, jerked it away from the fantastic riptides of sensation that blazing cunt of Marie's was giving me right then and there in the present. I jerked it to the excitement of the first time I'd signed a contract to become a movie actor, a time when my head had been full of dreams and my heart full of confidence about making Hollywood cheer me like college football fans had. They'd been good dreams, exciting dreams, even if they'd never been filled out with the flesh of reality.
Even as I replayed those scenes from the past, a remote corner of my mind seemed to be keeping reasonably detached track of what was happening in the present. Marie was riding my water-covered lap furiously, making the water around us splash and roll in a miniature storm of waves. As she hammered my cock in and out of her greedy cunt relentlessly, she was gasping and moaning and panting. I was raising my ass up off the step on which I was seated, trying frantically to help her drive my cock deeper into her delicious, cunt than it had gone before.
Abruptly Marie's mouth opened to let a strangled scream of rapturous ecstasy tear its way out of her. I felt all the muscles of her cunt clamp down hard upon my penetrating hardness, as if trying for a strangle hold on it. Then the grip was just as abruptly released and every muscle in her cunt and lower belly began pulsating furiously, gripping my cock, releasing it, and gripping again as it milked away desperately at my hardness. I felt an electric charge of intense excitement flash from somewhere deep within her pulsating cunt to the tingling head of my cock. That almost did it! I yelled as I was dragged back to the present and the raging storm of sensation roaring for release.
Frantically I blocked that out again just an instant before my control would have slipped away. I rode my mind roughshod, keeping it filled with every exciting non-sexual experience I'd ever had, blocking relentlessly all awareness of the present. When that tactic finally had cooled my storm of sensation sufficiently to make my control of it less precarious, I discovered Marie still struggling over my lap. She was trembling, however, as if on the verge of collapse. She gasped for breath as if unable to draw enough air to fill her tortured lungs. And she seemed to be still coming!
In amazement I listened to the low, anguished moan that was trickling from her twisted lips; she sounded more like she might be dying instead of enjoying excruciatingly terrific pleasure.
Just the same, she kept up her struggle to keep my hard cock stroking in and out of her cunt relentlessly, albeit slowly. I could still feel the muscles of her sweet cunt gripping my hardness weakly, then releasing it only to struggle and grip it again, pulsating faintly but steadily.
Finally, however, she slumped upon my lap a dead weight, as if not a bone or muscle remained in her body. Later she confided that she'd enjoyed six intense orgasms while I was fighting to hold off and prevent my first to maintain a stiff cock for her to thoroughly satisfy herself upon.
She slumped there in my arms, her lovely tits mashed against my chest, gasping like she'd never be able to catch her breath again. But her struggle for breath finally eased. Suddenly she roused herself, then snuggled closer in my arms, if possible, and asked wearily, "Now, what was it you came here to ask me for, Dore, lover? After this, how could I say no? Regardless of what it is!"
CHAPTER FOUR
THAT EVENING JUST BEFORE dark I pulled up at the exact same place on Sunset Boulevard where I had stopped that morning in response to Joanna's inexpert thumbing. She was again waiting there, but this time not alone.
As she slipped into the seat, scooting over toward me, she said, "Dore, meet Kathy."
"Hi, Kathy," I said to the titian-haired beauty who was following Joanna into the car.
She smiled, a friendly but almost shy smile that flashed a mouthful of beautiful teeth. In a pleasantly soft voice just barely above a whisper she said, "I'm glad to meet you, Dore. I've been hearing wonderful things about you."
She closed the door and I started the Rolls. I asked, "About my interest in advancing the education of certain university coeds?"
"That too," she murmured.
"What else?"
"Your philosophy, what Jo's told me of it, was what interested me most. I think philosophy, I mean the right kind of philosophy about life and things, is so important."
"In exactly what way do you mean?"
"Oh ... well, it's like you can do what really is the right thing, but if you do it for the wrong reason it'll turn out not to really be the right thing at all. Or you may do the wrong thing, but if you do it for a reason that's right, your mistake will usually be forgivable. And your reasons for doing whatever you do are always tied up with and a part of your philosophy. So it's like basic to everything. Right?"
"It sounds likely," I admitted. "It all depends how you flesh those ideas out when you translate them from broad generalities into specifics of everyday experience.'
"Well, like Jo said you told her a woman who doesn't want to feel she's gone beyond simply having been sexually liberated and become a common whore ... should make it part of her philosophy to require each man she bestows her favor upon to put her pleasure ahead of his own ... require him to worry more about pleasing her than he does about pleasing himself. Because she values herself highly, and therefore she requires any man she allows to have anything to do with her to value her highly too. Right?"
"Right," I nodded. "Exactly right. And I'm going to take you and Jo to see a charming lady who is a perfect example, and she's a woman the general public would in their ignorance dismiss disdainfully as a whore, because she does deal in sex for money."
I caught the flash of leaping excitement in their eyes as they exchanged a quick glance. Then Joanna said, "Could you tell us about her?"
"She came to Hollywood like a lot of other girls have been doing for years, hoping to win fame as an actress," I told them. "But as soon as she had been around long enough to become familiar with the old casting director routine which not only casting directors but producers and associate producers and directors all pull on girls-"
"Exactly what is the casting director routine?" Kathy interrupted. "I think I know, but--? "
I explained, "Very simple. The power to give or withhold a part in some lousy picture is used to coerce an attractive girl into consenting to audition on the casting director's couch, instead of by demonstrating her ability to act and read lines."
"That's what I thought," Kathy said. "In other words, they force a girl to let them use her like a whore."
"Exactly," I nodded, "but the crumbs don't even pay her with anything except promises they usually never keep."
"Pretty rotten," Joanna murmured.
"The girls are simply too eager to please. They don't demand enough from such men. They don't value themselves highly enough," Kathy declared quickly. I wondered how long it would take her to fit that idea into place where it would be related to the hitchhiking expedition the two of them were so eager to prepare for. But I resisted the temptation to try helping that process along.
Instead I said, "The young lady I'm taking you to see was an exception. She valued herself too highly to allow creeps to use her that way, even if they were powerful creeps in the picture business. She decided she would turn the tables on them."
"How could she hope to ever do that?" Kathy asked.
"She decided to become a specialist in sexual pleasures, then use a specialist's exclusive mode of operation and charge a specialist's kind of fees. In other words, to force every man who desired her services to come to her on her terms ... force them to compete for a chance to pay her exorbitant fee."
"And she actually has been able to do that?" Kathy asked, apparently intrigued.
"Today she owns a million-dollar property," I told them. "You'll be seeing it. She's trained six other girls in her techniques. They each have an elaborate apartment all their own on her estate. Customers are called guests and they are allowed to come by appointment only."
"You mean they don't go to the men, like call girls?" Joanna cut in quickly.
"Not for any amount of money will she allow any of her girls to go to a man," I assured her. "The man must make an appointment, and make it well in advance at that. And he must be on his very best behavior the entire time. No rude or vulgar talk. No disrespect of any kind. Or out he goes, regardless of who he is or how much money he has, and he never is allowed to make another appointment. The whole operation's indescribable."
"And she's actually been able to carry it off?" Joanna asked incredulously.
"To the point that now it has become one of the highest possible status symbols a man can attain in Hollywood or Beverly Hills to be numbered among her regular clients. Even Texas multimillionaires are getting into the act, flying up regularly to buck for a place among her regulars. She's been able to virtually retire, just manage the business. She's turned down as high as ten thousand dollars for just one night of her personal attentions. She belongs to the most exclusive country club in Beverly Hills and plays a round of golf with the club pro three days each week. The other days she has a two-hour game with the club's tennis pro. They think she's some millionaire's daughter."
"Groovy!" Joanna exclaimed.
"Really bitchin'! " Kathy nodded emphatically. "And we're going to get to meet her?"
"More than just meet her," I said. "She's going to be your teacher, with some minor assistance from me."
We'd reached the place where Sunset comes out of the hills and becomes more sedate crossing Beverly Hills. I pulled over to the curb and stopped. Both girls gave me a questioning look.
"She made only one condition on my request that she become your teacher," I told them.
"What was that?" they asked together.
"That you not be allowed to know the exact location of her estate," I explained. "From here on you'll have to wear a double blindfold. Or if you object, we can just forget the whole thing. Whatever you prefer."
"Get the blindfolds on!" Kathy exclaimed eagerly.
"For goodness sakes, yes!" Joanna agreed. "That just makes the whole adventure that much better."
"You're very trusting," I told them. "Did you ever consider that I might be a procurer, that I might be luring you into a white slave operation?"
"Oh, that's ancient history," Kathy protested.
"Don't ever take that for granted," I warned her, "or you're simply taking another way of placing too little value upon yourself. In Europe, attractive girls like you two still disappear quite frequently, the victims of procurers for the harems of oil wealthy sheiks or tribal chiefs in areas where slavery is still practiced. Part of properly valuing yourself ... an important part ... is properly protecting yourself at all times."
"You couldn't do that and hitchhike," Joanna declared. "That's just one of the things you have to give up. Part of the price for the experience."
"Exactly," I nodded. "Just like part of the price for becoming a cheap whore or a doormat wife is giving up all your self-respect in your effort to get a little bit of money or a little bit of security. The question is, do you really think what you hope to get is worth the price you may have to pay?"
"Are you trying to talk us out of it?" Kathy asked quickly. "Hitchhiking around Europe, I mean?"
"Not at all," I told her frankly. "All I'm trying to do is to stimulate you into using your own brains, doing some honest thinking for yourself ... Let's get your blindfolds on."
I opened a compartment below the dash and produced the coverings for their eyes. I held the first one up, ready to tie around the first head volunteered for it.
Kathy said, "As you pointed out, we really know very little about you."
I agreed, "That's correct. On the other hand, you know far more about me than you'll know about anyone you hitch a ride with in Europe. Plus, you aren't thousands of miles from home or anyone who knows you or cares a fig about what becomes of you. Plus, there are quite a number of other people who would contact the police within a reasonably short time while you still might be helped, if you were to disappear tonight. So your risk with me is practically kindergarten stuff compared to what you're getting into training for. But if you want to call it off-"
"Put on the blindfold!" Joanna interrupted me sharply, ducking her face toward the blindfold I held. Impatiently she added, "I think you're actually trying to talk us out of the whole opportunity!" And to steady herself as she leaned toward me, she put a hand down firmly upon one of my thighs very near to my relaxed penis.
Despite the extensive workout Marie had given him before I'd finally completed making this evening's arrangements with her, the touch of Joanne's soft little hand so near brought alive instant indications of his inclination to strut and flex his muscles again. I assured her, "Never kid yourself about me trying to talk you out of going ahead with this project. All that's important to me is that the circumstances under which you go ahead are such that you'll never be able to look back later and feel I took advantage of you."
"There's no honest way we could ever do that," Joanna declared. She suddenly seemed to feel the swelling that was beginning to grow inside my pants near her hand; she shifted herself, taking weight off the hand, then ran her fingers lightly up my thigh over the growing protrusion in my trouser leg near the crotch. She let them pause there and quite understandably the swelling increased as she fingered it caressingly. She chuckled, "I've discovered something. I believe maybe you really do find us attractive."
"What're you doing, Jo?" Kathy demanded in a low voice vibrant with suppressed excitement.
"Give me your hand and I'll show you, " Joanna invited. Immediately Kathy leaned over from the other side. As .I finished tying the first of the double blindfolds on Joanna, suddenly another set of gently exploring fingertips were stroking the swelling in my pantsleg. Joanna was asking, "You see? He may sound like he's trying to talk us out of going ahead, but he's really pretty excited about helping us catch up on our education."
Kathy giggled, declaring, "You're awful, Jo! Dore's really being very sweet and considerate." She glanced around Joanna at me, exclaiming, "My, but he feels frightfully big."
"He's a runt," I told her, "compared to some you'll likely have a chance to see before this night's over."
"Really?" they exclaimed in unison.
I held a blindfold toward Kathy, suggesting, "Let's get these on. The sooner we do, the sooner you'll see all the wonders of sex in operation for yourself."
She leaned her head farther toward me to have the blindfold tied into place. With that done, I pulled colorful hoods over their heads, then got the car rolling again.
Half an hour later, after the massive outer gate at Marie's castle of love had closed behind us, I removed the hoods and blindfolds and allowed them to enjoy the sights of the gardens and the colorful fountain as I drove to a parking place before the main house. When I opened the car door for them, they stepped out wide eyed, obviously impressed with just the exterior sights. It was obvious they neither one had actually believed my story about Marie's place until they saw its reality with their own eyes. I chuckled to myself in anticipation to their reactions to other sights they were going to experience before we took our leave.
"Are we the only ones here?" Joanna asked, glancing at the utter vacancy of the rest of the small parking area.
"Only the first," I told her. "No one coming on a business appointment is allowed to arrive before nine P.M., except by special arrangement and advance payment of a considerable additional fee."
"What are the regular fees, incidentally?" Kathy asked in a confidential whisper.
"Even the so-called regular fees are by arrangement, beginning from certain absolute mini-mums," I said. "For example, the absolute minimum is one hundred dollars per hour with a three-hour minimum. It's indescribable!"
The girls exchanged a startled glance, then Kathy-said, "So three hundred dollars actually is the absolute minimum fee per visit?"
"Right."
"And what if a man wanted to stay all night?" Joanna suggested.
"The minimum added fee for midnight to morning is four hundred fifty dollars, which includes a breakfast even wealthy Texans consider fabulous. And overnight guests must be up and on their way by not later than nine A.M."
"And what does she pay the girls who work for her?" Kathy wanted to know.
"All fees are split fifty-fifty."
"So the minimum a girl makes is from one hundred fifty for a three hour quickie to three hundred seventy-five for all night," Joanna calculated quietly. Then she demanded, "Does she have any summertime jobs ... need any vacation time replacements? For that kind of money, Europe can wait!"
"I start getting sick thinking about it!" Kathy declared. "Something we could get that kind of money for, we're supposed to practically give away just for uncomfortable rides in some clunky European imitation of a car across cruddy, dilapidated landscape inhabited by hypocritical savages who've started every major war for centuries yet pretend to being the ultimate in civilized society. We'd be downright stupid to do that if-"
I interrupted quickly, "Hold it, hold it! No one under twenty-one works here." Instantly both girls looked as crestfallen as if I'd slapped them. I led the way toward the front door.
CHAPTER FIVE
MARIE HERSELF OPENED THE DOOR to welcome us. She led us from the entryway to a high-ceilinged, old-fashioned formal library where the girls who worked for her were gathered.
After brief introductions all around, she led the way from the library to the rest of the house, giving Kathy and Joanna a conducted tour. She showed them each of the six luxuriously appointed suites, then led them into the secret passageways behind the walls of each. They were amazed to discover that what had appeared to be huge wall mirrors actually were heavy panes of one-way glass which served as windows to anyone in the secret passageway behind them, as well as to the closed-circuit TV camera mounted for remote control behind each such window pane.
"More a safety-first feature for the girls' protection than for snooping just for the sake of snooping," Marie explained. "I can keep an eye on any new client I don't feel certain about and interrupt him mighty quickly if it looks to me like he has ideas about ignoring the rules I've explained to him and creating his own rules." She gave the two girls a pointed look as she added, "Some apparently very cultured and highly civilized men are lower than animals in their treatment of females. And no woman can tell which man is which, just by looking at him."
"What about the fruits who've become conditioned to enjoy pain themselves?" Kathy asked.
"Unless they're very, very wealthy and willing to pay a minimum fee of three thousand dollars, I won't be bothered with them," Marie declared matter-of-factly. "But we do have facilities in the dungeon to accommodate them. I'll show you."
She led the way through more secret passageways to a long stairway far below the main floor. The musty smell of constant dampness rose to greet us from the lower level. And the rear wall of the secret passageways down there were the native stone out of which that sprawling cellar had been carved.
We had walked some distance from the foot of the secret stairway when Marie paused, pressed something in the wall, and released a panel which opened to provide a doorway through which we could enter the main chambers down there. As I followed the girls through the opening, Marie was explaining to them, "Clients arrive down here on a small elevator, or fall through a trapdoor into a place that stinks like a cesspool and which they think actually is one, but really isn't. You'd be amazed how some human beings love to feel they've been degraded and how much they're willing to pay for it."
"What happens to them after they fall into it?" Joanna asked, looking big-eyed and sounding awed.
"They're fished out on the end of a rope through a pully on the end of an arm that swings out over the place," Marie explained. "While they're still dangling out there above it, with its stench rising in their face, they're hosed off with a fire hose. The girl aiming the nozzle wears a black hood like a medieval executioner's hood, and is dressed in tight, shiny black and very brief leather clothing. I'll show you."
She led the way through a room outfitted like a medieval torture chamber, complete with rack, to a large walk-in closet. All the distinctly feminine clothing in that closet was leather, most of it black patent leather. Leather corsets. Mini skirts. Wide belts. Capes. And near the floor a rack full of an assortment of bizarre boots, all of which featured high spike heels and were at least knee-high. A few pairs looked almost like thigh-high fishing waders. A high rack featured their counterparts in gloves.
Marie told the girls, "These are what are known as punishment costumes. For some strange, sick reason they're terribly exciting to some men who seem entirely impotent without that kind of stimulation."
Then she turned, directing their attention to the other wall from which hung a great assortment of leather straps set with cruel-looking metal studs, heavy riding quirts and crops. "The kind who find such weird costumes erotic usually want to be whipped, too. When I get that kind of a client, I have to bring in an outside girl. None of my girls can stand giving the creeps the pain they seem to need in order to enjoy themselves."
She led the way from the closet back into the main room. She paused at an alcove on one side of the room. A massive bed stood in it. A heavy, ornately carved pillar rose from each of its four corners. "Some of them want to be spread-eagled helplessly, arms and legs securely tied or chained to the corner posts, then beaten and finally assaulted as if they were being raped," Marie explained. "Some want things done to them that I won't allow done to anyone in this house, male or female, for any amount of money."
Then she turned, pointing to a huge chandelier fashioned from a polished wagon wheel which hung from the high ceiling by chains which came together on a ring in the end of a larger chain. That chain was threaded through a massive block secured to a massive ceiling beam, then extended to one wall where a matching block hung from the ceiling. After threading through that second block the chain hung down the wall toward the floor and the ring in the end was secured in a hook fastened in the stone wall. A series of other hooks provided for adjustments in the height of the chandelier, as did other rings in the chain itself. "Some like to be handcuffed to that wheel, then stretched out to some indescribable length."
Marie shook her head wonderingly. "I never cease to be amazed at how many different fool ideas various humans come up with for making something monstrous out of something I'm certain was intended to be only very good and sweet and pleasurable." She glanced at Kathy and Joanna, declaring, "But I had a better reason for bringing you down here than just to exhibit a freak show. I thought you might draw a lesson out of it."
"A lesson?" Joanna asked, frowning, then glanced at Kathy. She received only a headshake.
"Then I'll spell it out," Marie told them. "For every nut who wants a woman to help him get his kicks by beating him and torturing him ... there's another nut, or maybe two, who get their kicks by handing out the beating and torture to some unlucky woman. That's why I have the TV surveillance of each girl's layout upstairs. A woman is always better off to make certain she's safe, than to take chances on being sorry, whenever a strange man's involved. When she takes chances, she's taking chances on winding up crippled for life or even dead. like I said before, many are worse than animals ever are with their females, and no woman is ever wise enough or experienced enough to be able to tell which man is which kind, just by looking at him. So you can turn into a man hater ... become a lesbian. Or you can learn to be wary and find the lovers who make up for the louses."
"It's all a little frightening, though," Kathy murmured.
"Good!" Marie exclaimed. "Maybe I haven't just been wasting my time. A little fear can be a good thing. The beginning of wisdom, I seem to remember having read somewhere."
Joanna said, "Suspicion has dawned upon me that our good friend Dore has told you about the tour of Europe older girls at the university have invited Kathy and me along on this summer."
"Yes, he's told me," Marie admitted without the slightest hesitation, "and asked me to acquaint you with the worst aspects of sex, as well as with the best. A complete education in any subject requires investigation into all aspects, doesn't it?"
Both girls nodded slowly.
"He didn't ask me to scare you," Marie continued quietly, "and to prove it, I'll show you another room I have down here where things go on that I myself enjoy occasionally."
That caused the eyebrows of both her lovely young guests to rise in surprise.
Marie went on, turning as she did to gesture to the furnishings of the torture chamber, "This represents an extreme. And as most of us gain experience in this life; we discover that extremes usually are not good. But very often we also discover that the very same thing done in a more moderate way can become very good, very pleasureful."
"I'm not sure I follow you," Kathy said.
"Very simple," Marie told her. "This room is for people I consider sick, people who seek to be whipped severely enough to produce real pain and real bleeding. But in the other room I mentioned, a kind of whipping takes place with very light instruments that never break the skin, never cause bleeding, but do produce greatly increased circulation of blood producing rosy glows in the skin and greatly heightened sensitivity and capacity for sensation. Another way of saying, capacity for pleasure."
I broke in, declaring, "It's similar to the result produced by a Scandinavian type sweat bath, only in that instance intense heat and steam draw blood to the surface, creating a rosy hue all over the entire body. Then you jump into icy cold water, which makes the skin over the entire body tingle with heightened sensitivity. Then you return to the steaming interior of the bathhouse to be massaged, which further stimulates the flow of blood through the flesh near the body surfaces. And finally they finish the massage by flailing your entire body with bundles of tender branches too weak and yielding to bruise or hurt but strong enough to smart, to create a further heightening of skin sensitivity.".
Marie nodded. "That's a good comparison." Then she returned her attention to the girls as she told them, "There's one catch, you might call it, about that other room."
"What's that?" they asked in eager unison.
Marie smiled at their eagerness. She warned, "Think carefully about what I'm about to tell you. The catch is, no one is allowed to simply visit that room like a sightseer, then walk away. It's a house rule that no one may visit that room unless they are ready to receive the special treatment for which that room was created."
"If we go into that room, we have to experience the pleasure whipping given there, in contrast to the pain whipping administered in this room. Is that it?" Joanna repeated, to make sure. Marie nodded. "Exactly."
"I'm game," Joanna declared instantly. She glanced at Kathy.
"Me too!" Kathy exclaimed. "Lead the way."
So Marie conducted us into another large underground room which was an almost startling contrast to the bleakness of the torture chamber. Here there was a profusion of purple velvet. Even the surface covering of an overstuffed "horse" was purple velvet, as was the covering of the room's very special armchair, a luxurious, large sofa, and an otherwise plain bench. All, however, were fitted with heavy straps and buckles to secure wrists and ankles. When the two girls noticed those, I caught the first little frowns of sudden worry.
Matter-of-factly Marie asked, "Which one of you is going to volunteer to go first?"
Suddenly both girls glanced at me, then glanced away. Both, I realized, were blushing. I wasn't forced to wonder about the mystery long. Joanna protested, "Does Dore have to stay and watch? Making a fool of yourself isn't quite as bad if it's only other-" She broke off.
"Of course he has to stay," Marie murmured, smiling. "The rule applies to him, too. He walked in here of his own free will; he may not leave until he has tasted the special sensations this room was designed to produce. And you two will be in command then."
Both girls glanced at me brightly, eyes wide with anticipation, exclaiming, "We will?"
Marie nodded.
Joanna chuckled, then murmured, "Like they say, I guess ... there's a price for everything. But I'm ready to risk it. I'll go first."
CHAPTER SIX
THE SPECIAL ARMCHAIR in the room consisted of two heavily overstuffed arms placed too close together to sit between in the conventional manner of using a chair. Above those arms was a high, thickly padded but stoutly made back.
Marie led Joanna to the chair and told her to face the back of the chair and kneel with one leg resting on either arm. As quickly as Joanna obeyed, Marie buckled the wide straps around her legs.
She then instructed Joanna to lean forward slightly and extend her hands and arms from the elbows down around the back of the chair. Straps back there were fastened around the wrists, firmly securing them.
Then Marie stepped back and touched a lever which caused that sturdy back of the chair to tip slowly but steadily backwards. Joanna's upper body, naturally, was drawn right along with it. A startled cry came from her lips.
I glanced at Kathy. She was looking worried. I told her quietly, "You'll have a big advantage."
She glanced at me, her worried eyes questioning.
"The frightfulness of the unknown will be gone," I said. She nodded, but didn't look greatly reassured.
Meanwhile, Joanna found herself drawn gently forward until the back of the chair was parallel with the floor. As the back had lowered, a large cushion had emerged where back and arms joined. Now it supported Joanna's pelvic area so that her rear was thrust high into the air, her position somewhat like it would be had she been resting upon knees and elbows upon the floor. Her mini skirt had fallen forward, up over her delightfully curving young hips, leaving her bottom nearly nude, clad only by her scanty sheer panties. I'll have to admit it was a sight that raised a rush of desire within me that was feverish in its intensity.
"God, this is awful!" Joanna murmured in a voice that was very near a whimper. "I'm so ... embarrassed!"
"Have you learned anything so far?" Marie asked.
"I don't know ... I feel like such a fool, I don't know!" Joanna murmured plaintively. "What, like--? "
"Look at the fix you're in," Marie suggested. "What could you do to protect yourself if someone wanted to use you in some way you thought was repulsive and terrible?"
"Nothing," Joanna whispered.
"Exactly," Marie nodded. "So if anyone else ever suggests to you that you submit to restraints of any kind, I hope you'll remember this and tell them where they can go."
"If I live to be a hundred, I'll never forget this," Joanna declared fervently. "Please let me loose now!"
"We'll let you loose when we're certain you'll never forget," Marie told her firmly.
Then Marie stepped to a panel of switches near the chair Joanna was fastened in. She flicked a switch that brought something to life inside the chair causing Joanna's body to be stretched lengthwise in an awkward position.
Marie stepped in beside her and unbuttoned Joanna's blouse. The blouse fell open and Joanna's breasts escaped its minimal restraint to come springing out proudly into view.
"What a pair of fresh lovies!" I murmured. Then I noticed Joanna didn't look exactly thrilled about my obvious admiration. In fact she looked like she was feeling just about as uncool as I would have felt in her place. I glanced quickly at Kathy who's face mirrored the same expression.
A section under Joanna's knees lowered at the flick of another switch. Marie stepped in again and pulled Joanna's skirt all the way up and her panties down, exposing her bare ass to all. Joanna began pleading, "Please let me go. Please?"
Marie asked, "If you'd let some European pervert get you into this kind of situation, do you think all you'd have to do to get free would be to cry a little and tell him you'd changed your mind? I've promised not to do anything to really hurt you. But I'm going to give you an idea what might happen if you ever let the wrong person-"
Joanna interrupted, protesting, "But I've already said I'd never forget! I promise! Please?"
Marie didn't say any more. She pulled Joanna's panties on down from just below her ass to her ankles. She released one ankle, pulled the panties free of it, then clamped the ankle back down in the grip of the wide strap.
Another switch was flicked. The section under Joanna's bare ass moved upward until her bare ass was thrust into the air above her head of feet.
Meanwhile, another switch had been flicked, causing the parts supporting Joanna's legs to move apart, taking her imprisoned legs with them. When they stopped, Joanna's legs were spread wide; her cunt was displayed to all, the lips of it opened wide. She sobbed in fright, "Please stop! I'm scared! I've never felt this helpless. This vulnerable! I'll never forge-"
Her plea broke off in a startled gasp. Marie had sent the silken lash of one of the whips singing down upon Joanna's naked tits.
She gave Joanna no time to determine whether or not she'd actually been hurt. She sent the lash singing down upon Joanna's defenseless tits again and again and again.
Quickly a bright blush burned throughout the skin covering Joanna's tits. Both her nipples stood rigidly at excited attention. A thorough sucking and tonguing couldn't have made them look more indescribably delicious and sensuous.
Surprisingly enough, the look of fright that had contorted Joanna's face moments earlier was gone. She'd started wriggling her ass with tiny movements while a breathless little panting sound came from her. And the look on her face had changed to a crooked little smile. It was obvious she'd started experiencing pleasant sensations which were growing more intense the longer the silken lashes continued caressing her naked tits.
The lash abruptly changed its target area and went singing down into Joanna's open cunt, bringing a sharp gasp from her. The second time the lash went singing down upon her defenseless cunt and clitoris, she gasped again, but less sharply than the first time.
As the silken lash continued its caresses to her cunt, Joanna's soft gasps turned into ecstatic moans that soon took on the sound of excruciating intensity. Within moments her ass was wriggling frantically and the sound of her moans and gasps made it obvious she was very near to the point of triggering off into orgasm.
Before she quite made it, Marie switched the lash's caresses back to Joanna's tits. It left streaks of cunt-juice glistening across the flesh of Joanna's tits each time it fell, marking its trail across her defenseless flesh as clearly as if its trail was being marked in blood.
When the silken lash no longer left those trails of slippery cunt-juice across Joanna's tits when it fell, Marie switched its caresses back to Joanna's cunt. Within moments she had Joanna right on the verge of orgasm again. But before Joanna could quite .make it, Marie switched the caressing lash back to her tits again.
That was the pattern she kept up, switching the caresses of the lash back and forth from blushing tits to burning cunt, again and again, without ever letting Joanna quite reach the relief of orgasm. Soon Joanna was writhing against her restraints, screaming as she thrust her sizzling cunt upward to welcome the ravishing silk. Obviously she was frantic for the impact of its caresses to trigger her.
I've experienced and seen some pretty wild things in my time, but this scene had me feeling uneasy. I was hoping Marie really did know exactly what she was doing. It looked to me as if she had driven Joanna to the point where she very easily could totally blow her mind.
Perhaps Marie picked up my thoughts telepathically. She switched the lash from Joanna's blushing tits back to her fiery cunt a final time. That time she kept flaying Joanna's rigid clitoris and open cunt with that lash until Joanna screamed and started coming. I could actually see the lips of her open cunt jerking with the power of the pulsations. I glanced at Kathy; she was staring at her friend's anguished appearing struggle as if spellbound.
I found myself very nearly spellbound by dirty-old-man thoughts of how delicious that tender young cunt of Joanna's would be feeling if my aching cock was in it instead of crammed up in the crotch of my pants. If Marie hadn't made me promise, when I'd made the arrangements, not to get any such ideas so long as the girls and I were here in her place, I might have proposed such an experiment. As it was, I just suffered in silence as my cock continued its determined struggle to force its way through the material of my pants.
Joanna's screaming orgasm went on and on and on until I began to wonder if perhaps she hadn't actually burned out something in her mind. Marie just kept on pouring that silken lash to the open lips of Joanna's gushing, struggling cunt. I finally yelled, "Don't you think you'd better let her save a little for another time? Some women never come as much in a whole lifetime as she's-"
Marie interrupted, giving me a wry smile as she dropped the arm with which she'd been swinging the lash, chuckling, "Every girl should be so lucky!" She went to the cabinet and put the whip away with the others there. When she turned back, Joanna had finally stopped coming. Her anguished scream had stilled into a panting moan.
Marie walked to the control panel and started flipping switches. A moment later Joanna was in her original position. The heavy straps holding her wrists and ankles were unbuckled. She was free again.
But Joanna didn't seem in the least anxious to get away from there. She turned herself to a sitting position, then just slumped there looking thoroughly weary but also utterly blissful. I knew a moment of real fear that perhaps a fuse actually had been blown somewhere in her mind by the trip she'd been on.
Then Joanna murmured, "I'd never have believed it! Who needs drugs when they can enjoy a trip like that?"
Marie cautioned, "But you come out of it feeling considerably different if a real whip is used on you. Don't forget that. And don't forget the guys who go in for restraints usually go in for real whips, too. There's always that fine line between the sick and the intensely pleasant that you have to constantly be alert for in everything sexual. That's why you need to know people, men or women, so long and so well ... before you even consider trusting yourself to them sexually."
Joanna nodded slowly and murmured, "I think I'm beginning to really understand what you mean."
Marie chuckled quietly, "Then pull yourself together and move out of the way. It's your friend Kathy's turn."
Kathy surprised me, the way she snapped, "Don't sweat it, lady! Kathy will pass!"
Before Marie or I had a chance to comment, Joanna jeered, "Don't tell me my dear chum's turning into a plastic;-"
Kathy interrupted, snapping, "I've seen all of it. Why should I-"
"Damned right you've seen it all, so you won't be having any nasty surprises sprung on you, like I did!" Joanna snapped right back. "And this whole cram course in sexual adventure was your idea, remember? That's why you shouldn't miss out on experiencing every bit personally, not merely by observation. You just try to chicken out and I'll report you to our-"
"All right, all right!" Kathy cut in sharply. "I'll show you!"
Kathy began peeling off her clothing.
As blouse and skirt and panties fell in a heap, she was muttering, "I'm not so damned inhibited I have to be tied down before someone can get my clothes off me!"
When she stood naked before us, she gave Marie a defiant glance as she challenged, "Let's get on with it!"
Marie glanced at me with a quiet smile, then got Kathy strapped down. As the last heavy strap was buckled tight around Kathy's ankle, she let herself go limp against the overstuffed contraption.
Marie flipped switches, the parts of the rig moved under Kathy. Her body moved with it as unresisting as if her flesh had turned to putty. Not a murmur came from her as her ass was hoisted toward the ceiling and her legs were stretched apart, opening her sweet cunt wide. She obviously had made up her mind to act like the whole experience was a total nothing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AT FIRST IT LOOKED like Kathy was going to be successful if her objective was to put down the bondage experience. Marie sent the silken whiplash singing down across Kathy's naked tits time after time without Kathy appearing to feel a thing.
But as the silken thongs kept falling, I noticed a crimson glow beginning to spread through that velvety soft skin covering her luscious young tits. About the time that crimson glow began spreading, the skin of the areola around each pink nipple began puckering, signaling rising sexual excitement. Then the nipples grew rigid, standing smartly at attention.
I glanced at Kathy's face. Her eyes were closed and her head was rolling slowly back and forth.
Her face was tense and drawn with strain and her breath was coming in short gasps. Her determined grasp on her cool was slipping badly.
I glanced at Joanna. Having just been through the experience, she was empathizing with Kathy; she seemed almost as breathless and her face almost as flushed and drawn with the strain of her excitement.
The sight of both of them so sexually aroused made my aching cock seem to swell and stretch further with determination to punch its way through the material of my pants. It started hurting too bad to ignore. I had to stick a hand down inside the waist of my pants and shorts, grab my aching cock, untangle the head of it from the snarl it had gotten itself into in the material of my shorts, and pull it up parallel with my lower belly, thus ending its struggle to punch its way out of my pants.
When I glanced up from doing that, Joanna was watching me, her young eyes strangely bright. She murmured, "Me too."
Surprised, I asked sharply, "What?"
She said, "Just watching, knowing what Kathy's feeling, has my tits as gorged with superheated blood as your cock is. My nipples are tingling like they were charged with electricity. Won't you please suck them for me? Please?"
I have no memory of consciously thinking about her urgent request, of making any conscious decision what I should do. That quick I had flopped upon the floor upon my back. And equally quickly, Joanna was astride me, her sweet young tits pressed against my mouth. Her mini skirt was up around her waist and she hadn't put her panties back on, so her ass was bare. She began grinding her drooling, naked cunt against the hardness of my cock trapped inside my pants, dry fucking me, which didn't violate Marie's ban against my penetrating either of my sex students while we were in her house.
I gathered Joanna's luscious young tits between both hands and sucked in her pink nipples like they were sugar. That's all it took. Joanna screamed and started coming, struggling over me desperately as she ground her pulsating cunt against the front of my pants, coating the material with a glistening coat of her slippery cunt-juices.
Then I heard Marie's teasing voice chiding, "Hey, you dirty old man, you're missing out on the really fantastic sight. This one's coming too, and I haven't even touched her cunt with the lash yet. Just her tits triggered her. She's a masterpiece of exquisite feminine passion, the like of which I've seldom seen."
But I was too busy gobbling away at the sweetness of Joanna's tits just then to see what Kathy was doing. Lord, how that sweet Joanna was coming. How my achingly stiff cock, trapped under the material of my pants, yearned to be in that furiously pulsating cunt of hers. Talk about exquisite torment! To be so near the sweetness of that fiery young cunt, yet to be denied its actual burning caresses as Joanna bucked and screamed over me was fantastically exciting. Many times I'd felt less excited while actually fucking a woman whose response was less complete than Joanna's. I'd have come right in my pants like a greenhorn kid on his first hot date if I hadn't yanked my mind away from the fantastic excitement of the present and turned it to other things, exercising control exactly as if I has actually been fucking Joanna. I hadn't come that close to coming without being inside a lovingly caressing, pulsating cunt since I'd been a teenager just beginning to explore the mysteries of sex. I was amazed at finding myself so close to going out of control.
Joanna seemed to keep coming endlessly. I finally began feeling a little concerned. So reluctantly I pulled my mouth away from the sweetness of her young tits. Even without that stimulation, she kept on coming several more minutes from the friction of her cunt against the front of my trousers as she continued riding me wildly.
I rolled her off, easing her down upon her back upon the floor, and let her lay there gasping for breath while I got up.
I found Marie still flicking the silken lash back and forth from Kathy's tits to her pulsating cunt; she was still coming. Marie flashed me a wry smile when she saw I'd rejoined her. She murmured, "You ought to suck this one's tits. I'll bet you'd see something really sensational. She really turns on, and I don't mean maybe!"
I told her, "I've already bitterly regretted the promise you made me give you. Anything more erotic than I've already experienced might-"
Marie interrupted, reminding, "You aren't going to spend all the rest of your life here, darling Dore ... Or even all the rest of this night. You'll get your chance at this talented jail bait, if that's what you want."
Just the thought made the excitement in my aching cock and lower belly roar to a new high of intensity. I fought to hide it; after all, I didn't want to let anything show that might stir Marie's jealousy. When I was certain my voice wouldn't betray me by trembling, I shrugged and exclaimed. "Yeh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
But my sweet friend Marie scoffed, "Don't give me any of that 'Yeh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!' shit, lover! You can hardly breathe, you're so charged with excitement about the idea of getting into these two inexperienced pussies. Don't try playing games with me. This is a game I know as well or maybe even better than you do. Remember?"
I chuckled, again shrugging as I again exclaimed, "Yeh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Marie had stopped swinging the silken whip as she talked. We both were startled by the sudden sound of Kathy's weary voice demanding, "Get me off this damned torture rack, now! It's dear Dore's turn."
We both glanced at her in surprise. I soothed, "But I've been initiated-"
Kathy interrupted, "But that's not what Marie said."
Quietly Marie asked, "What did I say, darling?"
Kathy declared, "You said everyone who enters this room submits to the delights of bondage before they leave! That includes you and friend Dore, not just Joanna and me."
Marie protested, "But you don't know how-"
Again Kathy interrupted, "We're here to learn!"
I backed her, declaring, "Fair is fair, Marie."
Triumphantly Kathy crowed, "You see? Dore's just been waiting for an excuse!"
Marie chuckled wryly, "That'll be the day, when darling Dore needs an excuse before he does something he wants to."
I chuckled and told them, "That's not quite an accurate picture. I'll wager you can't find many humans uninhibited enough to just do whatever they feel like at all times unless they're able to find some way to justify doing it. In other words, an excuse that's acceptable to them. And I'm afraid I'm no exception."
Wryly Marie said, "Then you've developed a greater talent for dreaming up excuses than most."
I protested, "How can you say such a thing?"
"Only because it's the truth," Marie said flatly.
"But remember how I was," I reminded her, "the first time I visited you."
"How were you?" Kathy demanded instantly.
I chuckled and confessed, "I'd have died at the thought of exposing my naked body to the view of three other human beings, much less three lovelies like you three here.
"You're kidding!" Kathy exclaimed in amazement.
I shook my head. "Just ask Marie."
Marie nodded, looking thoughtful as she admitted, "He was pretty hung up ... That seems so long ago I'd almost forgotten about it."
I said quickly, "So if I've changed so much, just who do you think was almost entirely responsible for it?"
Marie gave me a glance with a quiet smile, getting exactly what I was driving at. She murmured, "Don't expect me to apologize. If I'm the one responsible, I'm proud of being able to claim such an accomplishment."
"But why on earth were you so hung up?" Kathy put in insistently. "You're more handsome than most men."
"Thank you," I told her. "The fact is, in clothing, I felt absolute self-confidence. But naked, I felt deformed."
"You're kidding!" another voice exclaimed, another station heard from. I glanced around and found Joanna now sitting up on the floor where I'd left her recuperating. She continued, "What ever gave you such a crazy idea as that?"
I stripped off my clothes quickly. A moment later I stood naked before Marie and the two girls. My cock stood out before my belly at rigid attention, but it was in no way heroic in its proportions. I told them, "There's the culprit. I thought I was a hopeless weakling in the one department where I'd always heard that size was most important so far as being able to please a woman was concerned."
Marie laughed and murmured, "I've never understood it, but all men seem to have been brainwashed with that same idea. Even those with bigger than average cocks always think they'd be a better man if only their cock had been just a little bigger. Size is all most men seem to think is really important."
"What is most important?" Kathy asked quietly, suspecting the answer to be indescribable.
"The size of what a man has in his head, not in the crotch of his pants," Marie declared instantly.
"A man's mental attitude about sex and about women and about life in general. That's what's really important. If his attitude's right, I don't care how small his cock is, he can learn to become the kind of master lover who can make women throw rocks at horse-cocked stupes who think their big cock automatically makes them a great lover."
"Are men with big ones always that way?" Joanna asked intently.
"There are exceptions to every rule, like they've taught you in school," Marie responded. "But you can almost depend on it as a rule-of-thumb that a man with a horse-sized cock owns a rabbit-sized brain when it comes to how much he knows about being a real lover ... and about the sexual control every man has to develop in order to ever become a real lover."
"But is a big one an asset," Kathy asked, "if the man who owns it has the right attitudes and has learned-"
Marie interrupted, declaring, "Not really! Even if he's one of the rare exceptions who really knows what he's doing, a man whose cock is very much over-sized stretches the average woman's cunt too much for her to really get much pleasure. The only kind of woman who can enjoy feeling like she may be split wide open just any instant by the horse-cock in her is a sick-in-the-head jane who's gotten wires crossed in her head so that pain and pleasure have for her become one."
"Hurting a woman is one worry I've never had," I chuckled.
Marie's hand closed suddenly around my cock in a loving grip as she exclaimed, "That's because you have a sweet joystick to give a girl a real treat with, not a damned billy club, to batter her into submission with."
Keeping her grip on my cock, she led me to the chair. She released Kathy and put me in her place, belly down. She flipped switches that caused my legs to be spread and my ass to be hoisted.
Meantime, she'd selected another whip featuring a velvet lash. As the upward movement of my ass stopped, she brought that lash zinging down into the crack of my ass. The velvet went whisking across my exposed ass-hole and on downward across my balls and the sensitive underside of my hard cock. As she rained down stroke after stroke of that velvet lash, I felt my cock swelling and lengthening until it ached.
I felt that inner pressure mounting steadily toward the point where my cock's eruption was inevitable. I tried desperately to turn my mind away from the sensations, but that lash whisking across my ass-hole seemed able to jerk my attention back instantly every time. Having one's anus open to such attack by another makes one feel more completely vulnerable than anything else I know of; I found it absolutely impossible to ignore.
But suddenly Marie's attack stopped short and I heard her murmur rather breathlessly, "You don't want to just waste all that hot charge, do you? Wouldn't you rather fit that joystick of yours into my tight cunt and let me enjoy a trip to heaven and indescribable sensual pleasure?"
I told her, "Just turn me loose, and I'm all yours."
"But hadn't he ought to finish up in bondage, like Jo and I did?" Kathy protested.
"You think he won't be in bondage once my cunt gets a grip on that joystick of his?" Marie demanded. "If a woman's half smart even, if she knows anything at all about what she's doing, she's got a man in bondage even when her cunt isn't cinched down around his cock. Haven't you ever heard anyone talking about a man being pussy-whipped? That's the ultimate joy in bondage."
"But that's still not the way you made us-"
Marie interrupted again, explaining, "But men are so limited, compared to us woman. Don't you see? We can come and come again and again, maybe a dozen times without letup. But once you start a man's cock erupting, he's finished for at least fifteen minutes. So you try to get the most pleasure possible out of each male eruption because they just can't trigger off again right away like we girls can."
"Then we at least get to watch," Kathy persisted.
Marie chuckled as she handed her the whip, then started unfastening the restraints binding me as she promised, "You'll get even better than that, honey. Even better than that."
CHAPTER EIGHT
I CLIMBED OFF the overstuffed rack, my stiff cock ready and aching to spear Marie's sweet cunt. But she surprised me by climbing on the rack in my place, directing, "Strap me down."
I protested, "I never made love to a woman who was helpless-"
She interrupted, "Don't be so eager. Kathy and Jo get their turn at me first. You'll conduct the finale."
Kathy spoke up, demanding, "What do you want us to do? I thought we got to watch Dore fuck you."
"All in good time," Marie assured her quietly while I fastened the restraints around her wrists and ankles. Matter-of-factly she went on, "First, I want you and Jo to use that velvet lash on me exactly like I was using it on Dore. You watched me sensitize his anus and scrotum and penis. I want you to sensitize my anus and the outer labia of my vagina until I'm as excited as he was. Then we'll be ready to couple up and show you how love is really made."
I had the last heavy strap buckled tight as she stopped speaking, so stepped back. Almost before I was out of the way, Kathy brought the velvet lash singing down into the open crack of Marie's lovely ass. A low, ecstatic sigh came whispering out of Marie.
Joanna came up off the floor, her strength seeming to suddenly return. Her eyes were bright with fresh excitement as she watched Kathy sent the lash whistling down again into that vulnerable valley of Marie's luscious flesh again. Another sigh of pleasure came from Marie.
The sound seemed to heighten Kathy's excitement. She began raining blow after blow down upon Marie's defenseless ass. The more she whipped, the wilder her excitement seemed to become.
Suddenly Joanna grabbed Kathy's arm with one hand and started trying to wrestle the whip-stock from her with the other, crying, "It's my turn, now! It's my turn!" Kathy grabbed her by the hair, starting to fly at her like an infuriated wildcat. But abruptly the almost crazed brightness in her eyes calmed slightly as her normal sanity broke through.
When Kathy saw what she'd been about to do, when she recognized Joanna as her friend rather than an enemy, amazement temporarily displaced her sexual excitement. She exclaimed, "Good lord, what am I doing?"
"It's my turn!" Joanna repeated insistently.
Without further argument, Kathy released the whip to her and stepped back. It was obvious she was still filled with excitement, but some astonishment was still mingled with that excitement.
I think her astonishment grew as she watched the way Joanna laid that silken lash to Marie. There was something wild, something primitive, about it. Abruptly I heard Kathy murmur, wonder in her voice, "If that was a real whip, instead of silk and velvet, between the two of us we'd have her cut to ... ribbons. Maybe permanently crippled. Is that part of what she wants us to learn from this? How dangerous such a thing can get? How really little any of us really know about ... ourselves? Our reactions in situations like this?"
"Could be," I murmured. "At least it's something to think about."
"You can say that again!" Kathy exclaimed.
Just then Marie called, "Stop her, before she triggers me! She's got me almost there, the way she's gone after me! Stop her!"
I grabbed Joanna's upraised arm, poised and ready to deliver another blow to Marie's rosy anus and cunt. She started to struggle with me exactly as Kathy had done with her, her eyes wild with a mindless kind of excitement. Then sanity snapped back into her eyes, slightly cooling that excitement. She stood looking at me with as much astonishment as Kathy had looked at her.
I handed the whip to Kathy and she went to put it in the cabinet with the others while I released Marie from the restraints. As Marie got off the plush rack, she murmured wryly, "I'm sure glad that wasn't a real whip you two sweet innocents were laying on me."
Joanna exclaimed incredulously, "I don't know what happened to me. It was like I went a little bit ... mad. I just wasn't thinking normal. I'm not sure I was really thinking at all. It was ... weird. Freaky."
"So if anyone ever suggests you play such a game with them," Marie began.
Kathy interrupted, "I'll tell them to drop dead! Get lost! Forget it! Count me out! I don't trust anyone else quite as much as I trust me, myself, and I, but after this I'm not real sure just how far I'd trust me at playing that kind of game."
"You can say that again!" Joanna seconded. "Right on! That's too heavy for this kid."
Marie suggested quickly, "Let's get on with something lighter. We'll get on with the good part."
"Dore's going to fuck you while we watch?" Kathy suggested eagerly.
"I want you to do more than just be spectators," Marie informed her.
"Do what more?" Kathy demanded in surprise.
Marie said, "More like, you lay down flat on your back on the floor. I'll get over you with my cunt to your face. How does that sound so far?"
"But you promised Dore was going to fuck you," Kathy protested.
"While you lick my feverish cunt, dear Dore will be fucking me right above your nose ... in the anus that you and Jo all heated up and super sensitized for him. How does that sound?" Marie suggested.
Kathy batted her eyes, looking startled. She gulped; glanced at Joanna.
Joanna protested, "Isn't there anything I can do besides be a spectator?"
Marie chuckled, "Maybe Kathy would like to trade and let you have her assignment."
Instantly Kathy protested, "No, I'll take the role you gave me. It strikes me as kind of being on the lesbian side, frankly, but I'll try anything once."
Marie told her, "It is on the lesbian side, but all oral sex tends to blur the lines between things strictly heterosexual and things homosexual. You have sucked a guy's cock, haven't you?"
Kathy nodded. "In high school. More than once. I couldn't get B.C. pills, but enough girls have them that lots of guys plain flat refuse to use rubbers. They don't want their pleasure dulled by even tissue-thin rubber. So-"
"We understand," Marie interrupted. "My point is, you'll find that licking a cunt isn't all that different from sucking a cock. And vice versa, a fellow who's eaten a girl's pussy won't find it all that much different to do the homosexual route and suck another guy's cock. That's a fact about oral sex you ought to be aware of."
"You still haven't told me what I'm supposed to do while the rest of you are busy," Joanna protested.
Marie chuckled as she said, "You don't sound like you'd mind licking my cunt."
"I wouldn't!" Joanna exclaimed. "I'm so hot, so super excited, I think I'm ready to do anything. At least anything I felt sure was creating sexual pleasure for someone."
Marie smiled as she told Joanna, "While Dore shoves his stiff cock just as far as he can up my tingling anus, you get behind him and lick his trembling anus and scrotum. You may help him unreel an additional half-inch of that joystick of his. At least a quarter inch. So he can get into me that much deeper than otherwise would be possible. You might even make it feel so great, added to the sensations my anus is giving him, that you can help me make him lose his cool and come before he can trigger me. And that's something I've never been able to do by myself. How about it?"
"I'll do my best," Joanna promised very seriously.
like an assistant director on a sound stage, Marie called, "Places, everybody!"
I chuckled and asked, "Where's the camera?"
Marie was getting down on her knees over Kathy's face as she flashed me a teasing smile, asking, "Don't you wish you knew?"
I got down on my knees behind her and poised the head of my rigid cock at the rear entrance to her cunt, where I knew she'd surely want me to get it thoroughly coated with her lubricating love-honey before I tried fitting it to her ass-hole. I glanced down as I gripped Marie's hips and found Kathy's wide eyes staring up at my hanging balls and stiff cock. I chuckled and told her, "All you need now is a microscope and you'd look real scientific down there. I'll bet you never had a class at the university that got you on such intimate terms with your subject."
"No contest," Kathy murmured with a wry little smile.
I eased forward, brought the tip of my cock against the lower end of the outer lips of Marie's cunt. She wriggled her ass against me and dropped her shoulders, opening her cunt as widely and invitingly as she could as she murmured, "Get him lathered up and slippery. Then get him in my burning anus and make me come. That's something you've never done before for me."
I started easing the head of my cock in and out and in and out of her feverish cunt, lubricating it as I went, while I asked, "You aren't actually claiming it's possible for you to come while I'm fucking you in the ass-hole?"
Instantly Marie corrected, "In the anus. Don't be crude. That's what gives good sex a bad name; crudeness. Of course I can come while you're making Greek love to me. What did you think? That I suggested you do it to me that way just to give the girls a better show? Let them see something different?"
I had about the length of my cock thickly coated with her sweet cunt's slippery syrup by then and was rapidly sinking the rest of it into her as I said, "I always thought Greek fucking was solely for the selfish pleasure of lecherous men who probably were at the very least halfway homosexual. I had an idea that when they used a woman's ass-hole-" I instantly caught myself, correcting, "anus, that is ... that they more than likely fantasized, pretending to themselves they were buggering some indescribably feminine faggot."
Marie chuckled, beginning to sound breathless as I now worked the whole length of my cock in and out of her, declaring, "So you're learning something too, as well as Kathy and Jo. Because while a woman who enjoys anal lovemaking probably is more a rare exception than the rule, a few of us do enjoy feeling a nice, comfortable-sized penis like yours in our anus occasionally. It's a different feeling ... a different quality of feeling ... than we enjoy from the more usual union of penis in vagina. Some of us have a surprising amount of sexual feeling in our anus, and using it provides some sexual variety for us and as everyone knows, variety is the spice of life ... in all areas of life. Now ... try it!"
CHAPTER NINE
SO, RELUCTANTLY I PULLED my cock out of Marie's slippery cunt and raised my aim to her ass-hole. As I did that, Kathy must have raised her mouth to the cunt I was abandoning. Suddenly an anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came gushing out of Marie. It sounded as if Kathy had sucked her clitoris into her mouth and started licking it.
I started the head of my cock, thickly coated with the slippery juices from Marie's delectable cunt, into her ass-hole while that moan was still coming out of her. She wriggled her ass, welcoming it. So I shoved it on into her. As I hit bottom, my lower belly trying to flatten the cheeks of her sweet ass, another long, wavering, "Ah-h-h-h-h-hh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came from Marie and I didn't kid myself that my cock in her ass-hole was creating the terrific sensation all by itself that brought that sound out of her.
And then I forgot all about the matter, at least momentarily, a startled gasp exploding from me as a hot tongue hit my surprised ass-hole, licking wetly up across it and right on up across my balls to the roots of my cock. I'd forgotten about the assignment Marie had given Joanna. I think my astonished cock probably did go shooting at least a half-inch farther, just as Marie had suggested might be possible.
I heard a muffled giggle begin oozing out of Kathy on the floor below us and wondered how anyone could giggle and lick a cunt simultaneously. Then Marie's head dropped abruptly. I heard her mouth come down upon Kathy's cunt with a wet, smacking kiss. The muffled giggles chopped off in a muffled groan, Marie completing the sixty-nine she'd set up for herself with Kathy.
As I realized what a fantastic tangle she'd gotten us four into, a flash of fantastic excitement zapped through me. I began stroking my stiff cock in and out of Marie's tight ass-hole. The way she started wriggling her ass and moaning almost constantly told me she wasn't suffering any pain. If I hadn't known better, the way she was reacting would have made me certain my cock was in her hot cunt, not her ass-hole. It seemed impossible, but she actually acted like it was really feeling that great to her.
She wasn't the only one giving out with some long, anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hh-h-h-h-huhs!" along about then. And I don't mean the muffled ones coming out however they could slip past between the lips of Kathy's mouth plastered to the lips of Marie's cunt. I mean some long, loud ones began coming from me, what with Marie's tight ass-hole mushrooming sensations in my electrified cock while Joanna's hot tongue kept skyrocketing fresh charges of sensation through me every time she sent it slurping upward across my tingling ass-hole and across my balls to the roots of my cock. Talk about fantastic!
I tried to tear my reeling mind away from that intensifying storm of sensation building within me. I could feel the come-juice gathering for a tremendous eruption, could feel my belly around that pressure area quaking like the earth quaking around a volcano during the last moments before the mounting pressure blows its top off. I remembered Marie's teasing suggestion that she and Joanna try to trigger me before I could trigger her, and I fought to think of other things, to cool that fantastically furious storm starting to rage within me.
I didn't succeed, but also I didn't fail. The very best conventional orgasms and ejaculations, as a rule, are two-way, simultaneous, mutual blastoffs. A good one of that kind can be really far out.
But this was one of the few times I've ever experienced a three-way space-shot. Fantastic doesn't begin to tell it! Indescribable!
The last thing I remember clearly, beyond my own incredible cargo of sensations, was hearing both Kathy and Marie scream together, each sounding as if someone was killing them. I knew they'd started coming and, like the added excitement of knowing that was just too much, I felt my cock swell in the tight sheath of Marie's loving ass-hole and then explode! And for awhile after that her burning ass-hole and my erupting cock hammering in and out and back and forth through it was my whole world. The sensation was so overpowering my senses just couldn't handle anything beyond that.
When that typhoon of sensation finally began easing off, allowing my senses room for awareness of at least a little bit beyond, Kathy and Marie both seemed to still be screaming. I'd just shot the biggest wad of my entire career, but sound of those screams was so exciting my cock instantly was as hard as before in Marie's ass-hole and I thought for an instant I might be going to make history with the first male multiple ejaculation. Wild!
At least I had no scarcity of hard cock to keep pouring to Marie's pulsating ass-hole. That's right, I realized it actually was pulsating exactly like a woman's cunt pulsates around the stiff cock in it when she's coming. Marie's ass-hole was milking away at my cock's hardness as relentlessly as any cunt ever milked away at a stiff cock. And she kept screaming and coming.
Her screams were muffled, of course, just as Kathy's were, because each of them kept her face buried in the other's steaming cunt, licking and sucking away frantically. It was as if the more each of them stimulated the other, the more stimulated she herself felt. So they kept coming and coming and coming again, like they were in a contest to establish a record for the greatest number of multiple orgasms. The fantastic excitement raging through each of them seemed to replenish itself faster than either of them could discharge it through her pulsating genitals.
But as with all good things, it finally tapered off and ended with the two of them still in a dead heat, so far as I could tell, for the greatest number of consecutive orgasms. All three of us were drenched with sweat when Marie finally collapsed upon Kathy and my stiff cock came sliding out of her slack ass-hole.
I just stayed there on my knees with my stiff cock standing proudly at attention before my belly, acting like he'd won an endurance contest with those other two all by himself without a bit of help from me. But I was too busy trying to catch my breath to debate the matter with him just then.
Suddenly I heard Joanna exclaiming brightly, "Oh, goody! Marie and I lost, didn't we? Even the two of us weren't enough to make you blow your cool. Or could it be you were just being sweet, thinking of lonesome little old Good Samaritan, me? Who hasn't enjoyed any of that great fruit of passion, yet."
A demanding hand clutched my shoulder, pulling me back toward the floor. Wheezing like a wind-broken horse, I protested, "I promised Marie-"
Joann's excitement-strangled voice panted in sharp gasps, "She's unconscious! She'll never know! What she doesn't know'll never hurt you!"
"But she has cameras monitoring-" I began again. But that was all I got out before I found myself flat on my back with Joanna over me. I was getting raped! Literally! like it or lump it, by my leave or without it, that luscious young lady was set to fuck me then and there without further preliminaries or delay. The look in her eyes was almost as wild, almost as mindless as it had been when I stopped her whipping of Marie's defenseless ass-hole and cunt. Then, however, I'd had my full normal strength. Now I was worn out by the damnedest fucking I'd ever been a party to. But it looked like I hadn't seen anything yet. Because as worn out and weak as the rest of me felt, my cock looked as hard and acted as ready for action as if nothing had happened yet.
I felt Joanna's hand close around my cock before she even got herself settled astraddle me. She was stroking the head of my cock back and forth through the lips of her burning cunt even while she got her knees set to suit her on either side of me. Then I felt her position it, aimed squarely through the gateway to her tunnel of love. Impatiently her ass came driving downward. My tingling cock went shooting into the fantastically tight but thoroughly slippery sheath of her excited virginal cunt.
As my cock went plunging into Joanna, an ecstatic scream came blasting out of her. I forgot all about Marie and my promise to her not to fuck either Kathy or Joanna there in her place. I forgot all about everything but the fantastic sweetness of Joanna's loving cunt around my stiff cock. I gathered her luscious young tits between both hands and sucked both cherry nipples into my hot mouth together, bringing a long, anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-hh-h-h-h-h-h-hh-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-mm-m-m m-m-m-m-uh!" groaning out of her as her young ass began bobbing over me, stroking my cock in and out of her tight sheath faster and faster, harder and harder.
Within seconds all the muscles circling that virginal cunt-sheath of Joanna's shuddered suddenly, then began pulsating furiously. A wild scream came ripping out of her. The excitement heaped up within her by all she'd watched the rest of us doing and by her own previous activities had only needed triggering.
The way she began riding me, no spectator ever would have guessed that cunt of hers had never before had a stiff cock fitted to it. I thought several times she was going to jerk my cock clear out of her. Somehow, something in her still was maintaining sufficient control, however, so that disaster never quite happened. But how she did ride me; and she was screaming every furious thrust of the way, I do believe!
Very soon I realized she was going off like a string of firecrackers, each orgasm triggering another more intense than the last. Her delectable young cunt felt fantastic to me, the way it was working on my super-sensitized cock. Yet control was no problem. I was too startled and alarmed about the way Joanna was firing wild. She acted like she might actually have blown her mind. like she'd really freaked out beyond the point of any return.
Lord, you talk about feeling relieved, I really felt more relieved than any other time I could remember when she finally began trembling and shaking like she was having a severe chill, then collapsed on top of me. Her tight cunt had stopped pulsating around my cock. She lay there upon me like an empty sack.
I turned myself slowly, and her with me, and eased her down upon the floor beside me. I glanced over my shoulder surreptitiously; Marie and Kathy both lay just as they had been, still struggling as if they might never be able to breathe normally again. I eased my cock out of Joanna, feeling even more relief. Maybe I had gotten away with this breach of promise to Marie.
Then I glanced down at Joanna's face. It was a mindless, vacant blank! My relief evaporated. How the hell could I ever explain this state of Joanna's to Marie? To anyone? Who'd ever believe she got like that just from the overload of excitement built in her by something she'd watched? Hell, they might even think I'd raped her, instead of the other way around!
Suddenly Joanna's staring, vacant eyes blinked, then blinked again and again and finally focused. She looked up at me. A look of love like I'd never seen in the face of another mortal flooded her lovely young face. She murmured, "Oh, you really are the greatest lover who ever lived! I'm so lucky you chose me."
Lord, I felt like I'd just stepped into a bear trap four hundred miles from the nearest help! I protested, "Sweetie, don't you remember? The choosing was sort of the other way around. You grabbed me and pushed me down on the floor and-"
She interrupted with a loving smile, admitting, "That was the way it actually happened, but it sounds so much more romantic when it's told my way. Don't you agree?"
I knew letting her get on a romantic kick could be my finish. To distract her, I warned abruptly, "You violated one of the fundamental rules of sane sex!"
Joanna cut in dreamily, "Who cares about sane?"
I rushed on, reminding, "You grabbed my cock straight out of Marie's ass-hole and crammed it into your cunt! You'd better waste no time getting yourself a good douche, or you might wind up with an infection in your sweet cunt that won't quit. A cock or a finger should never, ever be switched from an ass-hole to a cunt. Not even from your own ass-hole to your own cunt. A healthy cunt is cleaner, more antiseptic than the normal human mouth. Even a healthy ass-hole-"
"I know," Joanna interrupted. "It wasn't a wise thing to do, but it was the right thing for me at that particular time, in that particular situation and I'm glad I did it. I'll take my chances getting the bacteria killed and my pussy purified before any damage's done. Because getting to fuck you right then was worth whatever risk might have been involved."
I jerked a cautioning finger up across my lips and whispered urgently, "That's got to be our secret! I promised Marie I wouldn't-"
"I know," Joanna interrupted smugly. "Isn't it wonderful? Our secret!" She gave me a big, blissful smile. I didn't feel too reassured, somehow. I had the uneasy feeling that this protege of mine might be learning her sexual lessons too quickly and too well.
CHAPTER TEN
THE WHOLE DAY following my visit to Marie's place with Kathy and Joanna, I found myself practically powerless to think of anything else except how sensationally great that virginal cunt of Joanna's had felt. Again and again I played over the memory of that delicious tightness around my rigid cock, acting like it had been the first piece of ass I'd ever gotten.
Of course Joanna was the first virgin I'd fucked in all the years since I'd been a teenager, virgins not being encountered too often in Hollywood. A great deal of the thing a lot of men seem to have about fucking a virgin has to be strictly mental. Inexperience, which is virginity, in any and all other areas of human activity is synonymous with ineptness, clumsiness, awkwardness and ineffectiveness, therefore in no way esteemed or prized. I recognized that fact. But when you own a cock no more heroic in its proportions than mine, you're willing to forget a lot of ineptness in exchange for that indescribably good feeling of tightness around your cock which a virginal cunt delivers in greater measure than any other simply because of its inexperience.
So I nearly wore out that mental videotape playback there in my head right behind my eyes that first day reliving that surreptitious first fuck with Joanna while Kathy and Marie lay on the floor a scant arm's length away totally unaware of what was going on. Those two had really been bushed from their own recently ended marathon of sexual exertions. My having promised Marie not to fuck either of the under-age girls while on her premises, plus Joanna's passionate determination to rape me if that was necessary, her frantic drive to find release for the pent up excitement generated by what she had just seen, combined with all the other elements of the scene to make it the most fantastically great fuck I could remember having ever enjoyed. And the memory of it had me hooked like some kind of drug.
When I wasn't reliving the actual fuck, I found myself drooling over the thought of, the lecherous anticipation of, what fucking my second little virgin, Kathy, would be like when I got to pick that cherry. Lord, I'd just as well not have bothered going to the office! Fortunately nothing either urgent or important needed my attention. If it had, more than likely the state I was in I'd have created a disaster. And not even given a damn.
On the other hand, if I hadn't been at the office I might have missed the call from a prominent actor friend inviting me to a nude pool bash he and the equally famous actress he'd been living with for more than a year were throwing. I won't pretend he and I have been traveling in the same circles career-wise in recent years; if we had been, I wouldn't be producing the type of films I've had to in order to keep active in any area of the film business. But he and I started as kids together in this town, both aspiring actors then. We were real buddies in those days. And because he's one of the few really genuine people I know in the film business or any other, we've remained close friends despite his career taking a higher road than mine. So throughout all the years, he's never failed to invite me, whenever he's had a bash. This time because he'd somehow heard of my unscheduled visit to Gee Gee's a few mornings before, he suggested I might like to bring her.
I kidded him, declaring if he hoped for a chance to fuck Gee Gee, he'd have to set it up without any help from me. As if he'd need such help. I told him about my two UCLA cherubs and their exploration of the sexual frontier. He said to bring them along, so long as they didn't have their autograph books or cameras with them.
When my friend hung up, I phoned the girls. I didn't tell them anything except that I'd lined up another sexual adventure I thought they might find interesting. I made them wait until I picked them up the following evening before I told them more.
It was after dark when I pulled up where they were waiting, exactly where I'd picked Kathy up the first time there where Sunset Boulevard winds past UCLA's campus. This time I didn't have to urge Kathy to get in so I could get going before the fast traffic ran over us, I'd had to that first time.
She came sliding in across the seat and against me, leaving half the seat for Joanna to slid into behind her. She already seemed breathless with excitement as she pressed herself close, letting me feel what my eyes had told me, that she wasn't wearing a damned undergarment of any kind under her attractive maxie. She murmured sexily, "Jo and I are simply dying of curiosity, Dore. Please don't go on being so mysterious. Surely nothing can be wilder than Marie's. Won't you tell us what this great new adventure is?"
Joanna slammed the door as the last breathy words rushed out of Kathy. I got us rolling before some animal on wheels flattened us, falling in with the thundering herd of snarling Cougars, hissing Cobras, thundering Mustangs and Mavericks and Pintos, roaring Firebirds and Thunder-birds and what have you.
When I had us rolling fast enough I felt we were out of danger of possibly being devoured, I glanced at Kathy as she snuggled against me and asked, "Have you ever heard any stories about Hollywood's wild parties?"
Kathy's mouth dropped open in an expression of incredulity. That was followed almost instantly by a look of such bright-eyed eagerness as I've seldom seen as she squealed, "You mean we're actually going to one?"
I nodded and said with mock seriousness, "Unless the stories you've heard made such gatherings sound too dull to interest you."
"We'll struggle not to act bored," Kathy assured me, mocking my tone. She added, "That's the very least we can do, if attending this ... gathering ... is important to you."
"It's being thrown by an old, old, very dear friend of mine," I told them and mentioned his name. Kathy almost dropped her cool.
"He's a good friend of yours, Dore?" she demanded incredulously.
"We've been buddies since our days of struggling together as aspiring actors," I told her. "We shared a cheap room, a lot of starchy food, occasionally some cheap wine, girls, clothes; you name it, we shared it. He's gone higher, but he's never forgotten. I think he'd still share anything he has with me. Tonight, if I want her, I know he'll be glad for me to share his famous lady friend." I mentioned her name and both girls nearly swooned.
Then Kathy cried, "You'll forget we even exist, if you've got a chance to swing with an actress as famous and as beautiful and as super sexy as she is!"
I assured her, "Tonight isn't the first time I've had that chance, and it won't be the last. What's more likely to happen is that you two'll forget all about me, once you find yourselves being offered an opportunity to make love with some of the most famous male stars in the movie and TV business."
Joanna spoke up for the very first time, asking in a small, uncertain, almost fearful voice, "Will we have to, Dore?"
"Have to what?" I asked, not catching her thought.
"Have to ... you know ... make love with."
"Fuck those famous movie stars you just mentioned," Kathy interrupted. "If we go, will we be expected to do that? To make ourselves available?"
I chuckled, almost unable to believe my ears. Then I assured them, "Of course not!"
"You're sure?" Joanna asked in that same low, almost frightened sounding voice.
"Yeah, are you positive, Dore?" Kathy chimed in.
"Positive!" I declared emphatically. "Despite all you may have heard to the contrary, most movie people are pretty decent sorts. Most of them respect your rights as a human being to say no ... and to be selective. You'll be expected to do nothing you don't want to do. Nothing you don't feel certain you'll enjoy. Nothing you feel in the least reluctant about. And you'll not be expected to do anything of any kind, even hold hands, with anyone you just don't dig."
"Would they think us too square if we just stood around, or sat around, or whatever ... all evening and just held onto your hands, Dore?" Joanna murmured.
I chuckled again and told her, "Sweetie, once a bash like that rolls into high gear, everyone's usually too busy doing their own thing to spend any time thinking about whether someone else is acting square."
Kathy piped up, "But what if some famous movie idol strolls up to me in the altogether, you know ... bare-assed naked and displaying a stiff cock, and demands that one of us do something to help him soften it?"
I told her, "Maybe you haven't heard, but a basic tenet of the widely publicized sexual revolution is total sexual equality. That means that all anyone can demand of another human being, sexually, is that the other person respect their rights of equality. Beyond that, no human has any right to demand anything sexual of any other human. Dig?"
"And movie people are all aware of that?" Kathy asked.
"If you happen upon one who doesn't seem to be," I told her, "inform him in no uncertain terms."
Kathy giggled suddenly, then exclaimed, "I should have such terrible problems!"
Joanna spoke up, declaring wryly, "I can just hear you now, telling Steve McQueen or Elvis or even maybe Peter Fonda ... yeah, I can just hear you telling Peter Fonda, 'Just take a powder, you pot smoking, horse peddling, anarchy loving, lecherous, sexual reactionary, trying to make demands on other human beings for your own selfish, self-centered pleasure! I demand you respect my sexual equality. Dig? So you just take your reactionary demands and you go-' "
Joanna broke off, shaking her head. Then exclaimed, "Call an ambulance, somebody! Poor Peter's gone limp, passed out from shock!"
Chuckling, Kathy chimed in, "Call someone with a straight jacket for the babbling looney whose insanity shocked poor Peter limp without even intercourse or kisses."
I chuckled too as I let my right hand slide down off the steering wheel to Kathy's maxie covered thigh, then lightly stroked upward with my fingertips toward her sweet cunt as I declared quietly, "Kick it around all you like, but never forget that regardless of who the man is, movie star, millionaire, whoever, you owe it to yourself never to allow anyone to do anything to you ... that later may cause you to like yourself less than you should. Respect is a vital as food and water to a human being. Maybe more vital. And all respect starts, without exception, with self-respect. Dig? So always protect that self-respect. Psychiatrists' couches are filled with people desperately trying to find, either for the first time in their lives, or people trying to regain ... their self-respect. It's a lot easier, and a whole lot less expensive, to jealously protect that self-respect, to take no chances on ever losing it. One way to do that is to always respect yourself and your rights sufficiently, to always demand that all others respect you and your rights. Dig?"
My hand was on Kathy's cunt. I began tickling the outer lips through the thin material of her maxie. I suggested, glancing directly at her for an instant, "If you aren't truly enjoying what I'm doing to you right now, for example, tell me to stop it in no uncertain terms. Respect yourself and your rights and insist that I respect them too."
She answered, as I looked back to the street and my driving, by gently closing both her hands upon mine and my wrist above it and rubbing it harder against her scantily covered cunt. I couldn't help chuckling, but I felt both of them had gotten the message I'd tried to make certain I got impressed upon them. I live a very unconventional life, sexually and in some other respects, but I have intense convictions about individual rights and the ultimate importance of self-respect. For example, I believe that a rapist is guilty of worse crime than a murderer; the murderer's victim has at least been given freedom from this mortal life and the stains and blemishes that criminal has imposed upon her self-respect and upon the respect of others toward her. In my opinion any man who resorts to rape thereby sacrifices his own right to be dealt with by others as a human being and should instead by treated like a rabid animal whose disease has placed him beyond all hope of treatment, fit only for immediate destruction, unworthy of any mercy, unable to benefit from what in other circumstances would be classed as mercy, being infected by a disease that renders him unable to respond to mercy a complete and total lack of self-respect. For only a male animal suffering a complete and total lack of self-respect ever would resort to rape. All self-respecting men take pride in being able to win a woman, in being able to make a woman want him at least as much and preferably more, even, than he wants her. He wins her by demonstrating his respect for her rights as a fellow human being, never by attempting to override them.
But I've found that young girls all too often allow themselves to be too easily intimidated by an attractive male. Particularly by a famous and/or wealthy attractive male. That chick in their feminine armor all too often betrays them into doing things they sometimes later hate themselves for. So I did my best to fortify Kathy and Joanna against it before I took them into the midst of the sights and temptations and insane excitement I knew would be surrounding them once we got to that party.
My friend's estate occupies one of the highest humps of the crest of the Santa Monica Mountains, affording breathtaking views of the San Fernando Valley on one side and of Los Angles spreading away toward the Pacific on the other. Both girls gasped in unpretended awe at its magnificence. That was strangely pleasing to me, having this opportunity to show them something I'd come to take rather for granted and have their reaction refresh my sensibilities and reopen my eyes and renew my appreciation of such simple things as this view.
Their awe was undiminished as I escorted them inside. However, I'm not certain how much of their awe was created by the magnificent house and its luxurious furnishings. I had a hunch most of it was created by sight of all the bare skin they found themselves looking at with the faces of famous people just above it.
My friend and his lady greeted us as the massive front door closed behind us. like their guests, they wore only their very smart birthday suits. They seemed confident that the private police on duty outside would prevent any gate-crashing by uninvited municipal police.
Our hostess greeted me immediately with a tight hug and a long, lingering French kiss. Rather breathlessly I introduced the girls. My friend greeted them as our hostess had greeted me. They were more than merely breathless when his welcome was over. Being held close in the arms of one of the world's most handsome movie lovers while he was totally naked would have freaked out many girls their age, without his kissing them the way he did, too. They both acted weak in their knees, but still in some degree of command of their faculties.
My friend glanced from them to me, shaking his head as he murmured, "I don't know how you do it, Dore, you old rascal. Now, get out of your rags and join the fun. You're just in time for some special entertainment."
I said, "At a sex orgy you need special entertainment."
"Even when we throw a sex orgy," our hostess spoke up, "we stage it with some class. And anything really spectacular has to have featured acts. You know that."
"But most people don't," I reminded her. "They think a sex orgy creates all its own special entertainment."
Joanna turned to me, whispering, "Do we have to undress?"
Before I could respond, our beautiful hostess told the girls quietly, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, darlings. But it's a fact that around a bare-bottomed crowd like this, clothes make you feel conspicuous. You'll find you're able to feel much more comfortable nude, like everyone else, so you blend in."
"That'll be the day, when we can blend in with people like these!" Kathy exclaimed.
I chuckled and told our host and hostess, "I think it's their awe of so many famous people that's bothering them more than any inhibitions about taking off their clothes."
My friend chuckled and said, "I think they'll probably lose that awe pretty fast around here. Sex is one of the greatest levelers I know of." He glanced at Kathy and Joanna, telling them, "You just feel free to do whatever you prefer about remaining clothed or not. But don't fail to join the others who'll be gathering in our theater-in-round room. I must go there now to introduce our special entertainment, if you'll excuse me?"
As he turned to go, Joanna and Kathy began shedding their clothing. Our hostess held out a hand to take their things as they came off, then went to hang them up so they wouldn't get lost. I stashed my rags in the den on the horns of one of my friend's African safari trophies. Then I hurried the girls to the huge room where he'd created his theater-in-the-round to see what sexual spectacular awaited us.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
AS WE WALKED IN, there was a roar of applause, but not because of our entrance. In the center of the room my friend was gesturing to an attractive couple dressed in flowing white garments as they entered from a draped doorway on the far side of the room from us. They came gliding to him with the grace of professional dancers in the way they moved and stopped beside him there in the center of the room while he completed his introduction.
Kathy tugged at the hand she clung to. When I ducked my head to her, she whispered, "Who are they?"
I glanced back at the pair before I answered. The man was well over six feet in height, muscled and proportioned like an Atlas. His blonde partner was tall too, and more startlingly feminine than he was masculine, at least to my eyes. Her thick, bright hair fell to below her waist. Lusciously swelling tits strained outward against the restraint of her gossamer-like garment. The way it was gathered around her tiny waist emphasized the size of those mouth-watering tits. Below that tiny waist, her lovely flesh curved outward again to form lovely hips and a gorgeous ass.
"Who are they?" Kathy repeated in a hissing whisper as my friend's introduction ended and he backed away, leaving the crowd's attention centered upon the two.
I shook my head, telling Kathy, "I don't know. Circus people, maybe. Two people trying to find some way past all the barriers between them and wider recognition and acclaim in show business."
I'd been watching my friend as I spoke. I saw him stop at a panel in the wall he'd retreated to. He opened a concealed door, pressed a switch, and started a circular stage rising from the floor, carrying the two there in the center of the room with it. As it slowly rose, they circled it, posturing like ballet dancers. That brought another burst of applause as theatrical spotlights flooded the stage with intense light while all the other lights in the room faded.
The couple on the stage completed its circle as it stopped rising. They moved to stage center, paused there and dramatically removed their gleaming garments, revealing the perfection of their bodies. They tossed the robes into the shadows beyond the stage, then postured again, proudly displaying the perfection of their nudity.
Each of them was tanned to golden perfection, too. Their golden skin had been oiled and under the lights that created an added sheen of richness to their golden color.
The stately blonde's tits were as near to being identical twins in their perfection as any I'd ever seen. Her long, curly tresses cascading down her back were exactly the same shade of gold as her curly cunt hair; no bleached blonde that one.
When I tore my feasting eyes from her long enough to give her partner a quick glance, I felt gratified to discover that for all the Atlas-like perfection of his physique, his cock looked no more heroic in its proportions than my own. As Marie had said, we human males, even when we know better, all seem conditioned to give undue concern to cock size, to feel competitive about it, which is the height of the ridiculous.
The pair on the stage did several ballet swoops and turns, then paused, again posturing. She swooped in low before him and paused, kissing lingeringly, lovingly, that rather dejected symbol of his manhood. His limp cock suddenly was no longer limp. It began swelling rapidly; in jig-time it raised its head proudly and came to rigid attention. A rather breathless laugh went through the watching crowd.
Suddenly the man on the stage was chasing the luscious, golden blonde, both of them leaping and swooping and swirling. As she leaped high, he finally caught her by the ankles. Instead of throwing her to the floor and claiming her as a conquest, he steadied her there high in the air above him, giving her the center of attention at least briefly.
Her legs suddenly began sliding downward through her partner's powerful hands. When that downward movement stopped, he held her postured in a perfect split. Another murmur of excitement went through the watching crowd with a ripple of applause.
The room again quieted. The man's head tipped back, his face turning upward. He looked up into his lovely partner's delectable cunt, suspended there directly above his face.
The tip of his tongue appeared, thrusting up through his lips. The watching crowd seemed to hold their breath. He licked his lips slowly, hungrily, expectantly. Brief giggles of excitement rose from women scattered throughout the crowd.
Joanna tugged at the hand she clutched. I glanced her way. She gestured with a jerk of her head toward a famous TV comedienne who stood watching in the shadows just beyond Joanna; she stood there with one of her hands clutching her cunt, her index finger busily caressing her clitoris as she intently watched the action on the stage. But her caressing finger suddenly stopped as I watched, her throat and mouth working. But the excited murmur of approval I heard came from many throats, not just hers.
I glanced back at the stage to find Atlas had lowered his luscious blonde partner. His tongue was now flicking in and out of her open cunt. Above him, she was rolling her head back and forth upon her shoulders in obvious ecstasy. A burst of applause rose suddenly from the hungrily watching crowd.
As if that had been their cue, the posturing pair broke that sensuous pose, going instantly into another series of whirling, swirling, leaping, swooping ballet steps as appropriate music began flowing from concealed speakers. The display that followed was a remarkable combination of ballet, tumbling, and contortion ism.
With rhythmic regularity their prelude posture was repeated. Time after time Atlas held the golden blonde postured above his face, his tongue flicking hungrily in and out of her cunt while she rolled her head ecstatically upon her shoulders. Each time the applause was a little wilder, a little more excited, than the time before.
Then the pair added a new movement that got even more enthusiastic applause. It came as the climax of a series of whirling, swooping ballet steps. Suddenly the graceful blonde would leap high, swooping toward her partner. He caught her expertly, not just in his muscular arms, however, but impaled upon his stiff cock.
She steadied herself against him, then bent herself backward, her legs locking around his ass, her arms flung above and beyond her head. Her belly began jerking and rolling, and grinding like a belly dancer's, giving the illusion, at least, that she was actually fucking him in that fantastic position. She heightened the erotic effect by displaying all the feminine evidences of approaching orgasm, uttering breathless moans and gasps as she clutched at her hair.
Just when it seemed that a furiously pulsating climax was inevitable, she abruptly somersaulted on over backward, jerking her cunt free of her partner's impaling cock. He too went somersaulting over backward, came flashing back erect to do several swooping ballet steps away from her.
They came flying back, turned again from each other, reversed direction in another backward somersault, and ended that movement ass to ass. Somehow his cock again was buried to the balls in her cunt. Their legs were entangled, locking them together as they rolled, squirmed and bumped asses furiously. Breathless cries of approval rose from the watching crowd.
Again and again the three movements were repeated, fanning the intensity of the spectators' passions to white heat. Around us, many couples were falling to the floor and coupling in passionate frenzy. But on the stage the fantastic couplings and cunt lickings were always broken off just before the blonde's wild orgasm seemed unavoidable. Each time it happened, hungry gasps of almost unspeakable longing came from those still watching.
Finally after another stanza of flying ballet steps, the two came somersaulting back across the stage to collide in the sixty-nine position. Looking startled, they lay gazing for a moment at the genital wonder they now found facing them.
Atlas' tongue peeked suddenly from behind the curtain of his lips, then tripped out on stage, thrusting into that golden cunt. Meanwhile, the blonde suddenly opened her lips, then closed them upon the swollen head of his rigid cock. Then her head thrust forward and his whole cock disappeared into her mouth as if she'd swallowed it.
But they broke that embrace too, just as suddenly as they'd come together. They executed another series of leaping, swooping ballet steps, intermingled with striking poses. Then from swooping birds, they transformed themselves into contortionistic human balls. They came rolling in from opposite sides of the stage and stopped face to face. Not just face to face with each other, but face to face with their own genitals.
The luscious blonde began licking and sucking away at her own delectable cunt. For a moment Atlas watched her as if amazed, like just one of the other spectators. Inspiration seemed to strike him suddenly, however; he began hungrily sucking his own cock.
Suddenly the sound of rolling drums poured from the speakers, creating the atmosphere of tension as if a race of some kind was in progress. Then by some miracle of timing, both Atlas and his lovely blonde partner seemed to finally reach that long delayed orgasm simultaneously. It was a fantastic sight.
I'm not certain when the sound of the rolling drums stopped. Suddenly I was aware of a silence so intense that the excitement-gorged spectators' labored breathing seemed to fill the room with a rasping sound.
Abruptly the stage spots were killed, low colored lights directed at the ceiling coming on. The big room became like a dimly lighted cave. Suddenly all the spectators who weren't already on the floor writhing around in sexual couplings began getting there.
From the shadows beyond a man suddenly came rushing at the now furiously masturbating comedienne crouched near us. She quit diddling herself, squealing in delight as she dodged away from him. Eluding him, she headed for the stage like a broken-field runner on a touchdown run, hunting floor-space large enough for a foot not occupied by struggling couples and threesomes and foursomes and whole chains.
Up on the stage, Atlas was untangling himself. Just as he finished and stretched out upon his back, the fleeing comedienne rushed to him. Before he knew what was happening, she was on her knees over him, her hand gripping his limp cock. She bent over it and kissed it lovingly, longingly.
Atlas' cock responded like a true gentleman. The comedienne giggled triumphantly, then began kissing and licking and sucking the reviving cock madly.
Within moments his cock was hard and ready. But she hadn't wanted it for her mouth. Instead she quickly straddled him and plunged Atlas' cock to its roots in her cunt. As it went into her, the actor who had been after her suddenly appeared upon the dimly lighted stage behind her.
Unaware of the newcomer, she lifted her ass, stroking Atlas' cock outward. The actor with the hots for her pushed her shoulders down against Atlas, thus elevating her ass more, positioning himself over Atlas' legs just behind her. He grabbed her by both hips and drove his stiff cock at her.
We weren't close enough and the light was too poor to be certain of details, such as whether he drove it into her cunt with Atlas' cock, or into her ass-hole. But as the comedienne yipped in startled surprise, that second cock went plunging into her. Once in, she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact she began wriggling her ass and thrusting against Atlas under her and against the actor behind her.
Suddenly I became aware of both girls tugging at my arms. I glanced away from the scene on the stage, looking down at one, then the other of them and found them sort of cringing in against me on either side. Instantly Kathy asked plaintively, "Can't we leave? Seeing people act this way turns me off cold. It dehumanizes sex and ... everything."
"I guess there's no way I can argue with that," I admitted. "But does this dehumanize sex any worse than what you'd be doing giving sex to strangers for whatever they'd pay to make expenses on that hitchhiking trip you want to take around Europe?"
I glanced from one to the other. Each of them gave me only a troubled frown in response.
I went on, "Most of these people at least know each other and have some emotional regard or response well established between them. They aren't total strangers to each other. And whatever they're doing, they're doing for mutual pleasure ... not for money. I just wonder which actually is the most dehumanizing?"
"But so many of them," Kathy murmured, glancing at the floor all around us, "all down on the floor together and nobody acting like they care who they're coupled up with or how many are coupled up with them or how they're coupled. They seem so excited they're mindless. It's kind of ... frightening, you know? To realize that people like these can, like ... blow their minds over sex. Can act this way."
"Still many of the girls and women writhing around down there on the floor right now would be scandalized," I pointed out, "if anyone suggested they finance a trip around Europe by fucking total strangers, the way you two are proposing to do, along with your older sorority sisters. This is sex for fun. That's sex for money which boils down quickly to sex with whoever has the price. Fucking them cold-heartedly without any genuine excitement on your part whatever to blame later if you should decide you acted brashly. Which is really worse? Which is actually the most dehumanizing?"
"Do we have to think about it right now?" Kathy pleaded. "Can't we just get our clothes and get to hell out of here, away from all this slurping and grunting and groaning and-"
She interrupted herself, declaring, "It sounds like a plush carpeted pig pen!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE DAY AFTER the big party I got a call at the office from the girls. They wanted to get together and hold a critique on their reactions of the night before.
They were staying at a friend's secluded beach-house in Malibu and wanted me to come out there. I told them I had a little work I had to clear off my desk before I took off but I'd see them in about three hours. Joanna poutingly said they'd be waiting.
I really didn't have any work to clear off my desk; not much anyway. But I felt those two could be a handful. I didn't want them thinking I was at their beck and call. Excitement went zinging through me just thinking about what soft, delectable females they were. "Any man who would keep two such beauties waiting three hours when he really didn't have anything better to do was a damn fool," I told myself more than once before the three hours had passed.
When I finally got to the beachhouse both girls were stretched out in the shade in the scantiest sunsuits I've ever seen. They waved gaily as I turned into the parking area by the house.
Whoever the friend was whose hospitality they were enjoying, one thing was certain: there was no lack of the nice things that make life pleasant. We walked into a big living room with high ceiling and large exposed beams. A huge fireplace completely covered one end of the room. The girls exchanged a conspiratorial looks as we sat down in the large comfortable chairs that graced the area. It looked to me as though they had already had their critique without waiting for me.
I asked, "What's cooking?"
Another conspiratorial look passed between them. They both giggled self-consciously, acting more like two high school kids than university misses.
I said, "Come on. Out with it!"
Kathy glanced at me suddenly and declared, "We've figured out why we both felt so reluctant about joining in on the sexual activities at that swinging party last night."
"Great!" I exclaimed. "How about letting me in on the mystery? If most gals got the chance you had with movie heroes like those I introduced you-"
Kathy interrupted, "But we wanted you to initiate us! Don't you see?"
I stared at her for a moment, my mouth hanging open. Finally I murmured, "Initiate you?" Had Joanna spilled our secret?
She glanced at Joanna. Suddenly they both were acting embarrassed again. Finally, like she was confessing some mortal sin, staring at the floor as if unable to bear looking at me, Kathy whispered tensely, "We're both ... virgins." She made "virgins" sound like the ultimate in dirty words.
I suppressed a chuckle, not wanting to do anything that would add to their embarrassment. Matter-of-factly I told Kathy, "Well, that's not so terrible." Obviously Joanna hadn't told her.
Kathy's eyes flashed up to meet mine briefly as she protested, "At our age?" She clearly knew nothing of Joanna's change of status.
I assured her, "Plenty of women would have been a lot better off if they'd stayed virgins until they found someone to initiate them who knew the answers himself. Instead they lost their virginity to some muscle-headed clod who fucked them with all the tenderness of a bull fucking a cow. As a result, many of them have been on the frigid side ever since. So don't apologize about being a virgin. Waiting until you find the right man to initiate you is one of the wisest things any girl can ever do. One of the biggest favors she can ever do herself."
Both girls were suddenly staring at me hopefully, drinking in my words of approval. Kathy demanded, "You really mean it? The way the older girls at our sorority talk, we felt ... abnormal!"
I assured her, "You two know a lot more about good sex already than some of those older girls ever will know. So why let them intimidate you?"
Kathy repeated with growing delight, "You really mean it?"
"How many of those older girls ever have visited a place like Marie's?" I reminded. "How many of them have ever experienced the special sexual sensations of bondage and of sexual stimulation with silken thongs? Or the stimulation of being just a spectator at an orgy?"
Joanna spoke up, declaring, "None of them! They'd have bragged about it if they had." But she hadn't bragged, she was telling me.
"That's for sure!" Kathy exclaimed.
I said, "So compared to you two, they actually are the inexperienced ones. The only claim to fame any of them have is that they've been fucked. And in some cases, if the whole truth was known, very poorly, very unsatisfactorily, fucked by some clod who thought a stiff cock is all he needs to make him a great lover."
"How about that?" Kathy exclaimed with relief, glancing at Joanna.
But Joanna's eyes were fixed on me as she declared earnestly, "But it's time now we both experienced ... the real thing."
Instantly Kathy's eyes fixed upon me, too, as she agreed, "That's right! And we'd both rather have you teach us than any other man in the whole world. You've become very special to both of us and we know you'll teach us right."
Joanna chimed in, "Just like you did about oral sex."
"Right!" Kathy agreed. "Just listening to those older girls, we've realized we know oral sex techniques from what you and Marie taught us that they've never heard of. If you'd just teach us as much more than they know about real fucking-"
Joanna interrupted eagerly, "That'd be really groovy! Really out of sight!"
I asked, "You're certain we'll have no unexpected visitors, here?"
"Positive!" Kathy assured me, both of them nodding their heads emphatically.
I said wryly, "I could wind up in jail, you know, for doing what you're asking me to, if someone walked in and caught us."
Joanna said quickly, "This beachhouse belongs to my folks and they're in Wyoming with my younger brothers and sisters spending spring vacation. No one else has a key. We can lock everything up tight. Please?"
So we locked all the doors and windows and pulled the drapes. Then we stripped out of our clothes. When my cock came springing free of my shorts as I dropped them, standing out proudly at rigid attention from my lower belly, both girls stared at it like it was the world's eighth wonder.
I felt almost self-conscious. To cover, I demanded, "Who's my first partner for the bliss of warm-hearted fucking?"
Instantly Kathy said, "Let Joanna be first. This is her place and-"
Joanna interrupted, chiding, "Don't be silly! That doesn't mean anything, except you're my guest. You go first." Laughing breathlessly, Kathy said, "Well, if you insist-"
I held out a hand to her. Eagerly her little hand came to meet mine. I drew her to me gently. She came into my arms like she was tripping on air. Hungrily she pressed her sweet, big naked tits against my chest and the flatness of her smooth belly against mine. She plastered the feverish, slippery lips of her cunt against the hardness of my cock, sandwiching it between the outer surfaces of her fiery cunt and my lower belly.
The instant our lips met, Kathy's tongue came thrusting hungrily into my mouth. It twined lovingly with my tongue, then went darting around exploring and caressing all the inner surfaces of my mouth exactly like a male cock caressingly exploring the mysteries in the depths of a loving female cunt.
Before we broke that long, intimate kiss, Kathy was grinding the outer lips of her cunt against my cock and moaning breathlessly. In fact we were both pretty breathless.
We sank to the floor right where we were and stretched out there on the carpet. I began exploring Kathy's sweet pussy with my finger, dipping it gently into the slippery crack between the feverish outer lips. It was like dipping my finger into a well of honey. My intruding finger was instantly coated with her hot cunt-juices.
Before slipping my finger deeper into her pussy, I asked, "You're positive you want this?"
Kathy hugged her luscious nakedness more tightly against me as she whispered, "If you only know how much I want it, you'd hurry more!"
As if speaking of hurrying had prompted an idea, she abruptly came off the floor beside me and straddled me on hands and knees, just as Joanna had done that night at Marie's.
Kathy reached one hand down between our bellies and gently gripped my rigid cock. A happy, breathless sound was coming from her as she began caressing my cock, stroking the tingling head of it back and forth through the slippery deliciousness of her sizzling cunt.
I caught her lovely young tits between my hands and brought those luscious pink nipples to my hungry mouth again, as I'd done that night at Marie's. This time there was nothing between my rigid cock and her steaming, delectable cunt. A flood of excitement roared through me like I'd seldom experienced. It left my whole body trembling with anticipation.
My experience unmistakably indicates that no matter how much a person had indulged in sexual adventures, each new adventure seems completely different from any previous one. Seems deliciously different. Seems like an entirely new experience. Provided, of course, your partner is someone you find especially exciting as well as someone who obviously finds you equally exciting. Mutual excitement is absolutely necessary before there can be mutual pleasure, satisfaction, and gratification. And the degree of mutual excitement is a pretty accurate indicator of the degree of mutual pleasure, satisfaction and gratification any two sex partners will experience. When a high degree of mutual excitement is there to build from, it's been my experience that each new fuck seems better than any fuck you've ever enjoyed before.
Kathy and I had an unusual amount of mutual excitement going for us. Her being so young seemed to add to my load of normal excitement. Perhaps my being older added to hers. Regardless, it was unmistakably there.
I felt her start the head of my rigid cock into her tight, virginal cunt. It was like a hot, moist, velvet glove. It was tight, but so slippery with the juices of her excitement that my cock was able to go sliding smoothly into her. As it went in, it felt like it completely filled her feverish vaginal sheath with its hardness. But she took my cock clear to its hilt without having to do any forcing, so thoroughly lubricated were all the tissues of her cunt.
As our bellies came together, my cock buried in Kathy's sweet cunt as deeply as it could go, she gasped, "Lord, how sweet and good he feels! Better than I'd even dreamed he would!"
I tensed belly muscles that caused the head of my cock to jump deep within her cunt. That brought a pleasure filled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!" gasping out of her. Then she murmured, "Lordy, that felt delicious! Do it again?"
I made the head of my cock jump again, caressing her hidden parts deep within her feverish cunt. Another long, low, ecstatic, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-m-m!" came moaning out of her. Then she was breathlessly exclaiming, "Good lord, this real fucking makes oral sex seem about as satisfactory as masturbation, by comparison. I didn't realize anything could possibly feel so great!"
I pulled my mouth away from her tits to gasp, "You haven't felt anything yet."
Just then Joanna ducked her head into view, almost startling me. She sounded breathless, too, as she exclaimed, "Just watching you two has me so hot I'm about to melt ... or explode ... or something! Can't you do something for me, too? like how does a menage a trois work?"
I told her, "That's for a more advanced lesson in the art of love. This time I really should give my undivided attention to Kathy. When it's your turn, I'll give all of it to you. Doesn't that sound fair?"
Joanna groaned, "Fair, yes, but I don't know whether I can stand it! Nothing I saw at that party excited me like I am right now. I'm nearly out of my mind. I'd probably fuck anything, man or beast, that I could get a chance at right now. My cunt feels like it's about to burn up and only a hard male cock can help it. Right now I'm afraid I wouldn't give a damn what that cock was attached to. I never felt like this before! Can't you please-"
Kathy interrupted, her voice sounding strained and breathless, "Eat her burning pussy for her, Dore darling? Your mouth feels great on my tits, but your cock feels so great I won't have to have my tits sucked to come." She wriggled her ass on my cock in a little rotating movement which brought a long, low, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" out of her. Then she murmured urgently, "Get Jo started! I'll be coming in another minute and you won't be able to start her then!"
I took a hand from Kathy's tits, gesturing to Joanna, "Come on, then. This Kathy is a better friend of yours than you probably realize, being willing-"
I said, "Straddle my head, your cunt to my mouth."
Joanna had a knee on either side of my head almost before my words were out, her sweet smelling cunt presented eagerly to my mouth. With my face almost hidden there between her feverish thighs, I looked up along her smooth belly and luscious tits into her burning eyes as I told her, "Put your hands behind you and tease Kathy's tits with your fingers like I'm going to tease yours." I reached up, cupped both her delectable tits in my hands, caught her rigid nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and started stroking and gently pulling them.
That brought an immediate, almost anguished-sounding, " Ahhh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-muh!" out of Joanna. She pressed her hungry cunt toward my mouth. Her hot thighs gripped my cheeks more tightly. She began wriggling her ass, trying to press her cunt against my mouth.
But I kept my mouth away from her demanding cunt long enough to prompt, "Don't forget about teasing Kathy's tits!"
Instantly Joanna's hands flew back to find Kathy's tits. Immediately Kathy's ass began wriggling excitedly on my cock again. Then she began stroking my cock in and out of her blazing cunt. Soon she was riding me steadily. Obviously Joanna's fingers on her tits were providing a substitute for my mouth that was entirely satisfactory.
I tipped my head forward, then, bringing my mouth to the lips of Joanna's curl-covered cunt. I pressed my tongue through those hot lower lips of hers, delivering a genuine French kiss to that gateway into her feminine mysteries. As my hard tongue thrust into her, a sharp, almost anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came gushing out of Joanna. I felt a violent trembling go through her fiery cunt. I started pulling and rolling her rigid nipples a little harder as I sent my tongue thrusting into her again.
Joanna began wriggling her cunt back and forth against my mouth steadily, a low moaning coming out of her continuously. Behind her, Kathy was stroking my cock in and out of her cunt steadily, riding me a little faster and a little harder all the time.
The idea hit me that it would be something if I could manage to bring them to orgasm simultaneously. I sent my tongue licking upward through Joanna's sweet cunt to her rigid little clitoris. She screamed as the tip of my tongue touched it.
Suddenly Kathy started riding me more frantically than ever, as if Joanna's skyrocketing excitement was triggering her to greater heights of excitement too. like Joanna she was moaning almost continuously as she rode me, driving my cock in and out of her greedy cunt. I looked up past Joanna and saw Kathy leaning forward, covering Joanna's back and shoulders with a frenzy of kisses.
I started sucking on Joanna's excited little clitoris gently while stroking it with the tip of my tongue. That brought another wavering scream tearing its way out of her. She clamped her feverish thighs against the sides of my head harder and ground her cunt in harder against my caressing mouth. At the same time she was pressing her tits against my hands more insistently.
An instant later both Kathy and Joanna screamed suddenly as if an electric current had hit both of them from the same switch. Both of them went blasting off into furiously pulsating orgasm. Kathy's cunt began milking away at my cock. Joanna's cunt was milking away just as furiously at my tongue. And both of them were screeching and whimpering and carrying on like someone was killing them. I felt certain they'd be heard if anyone was within a mile of the place. I'd wanted to trigger them off simultaneously, but right quick I was regretting it. Joanna had her pulsating cunt plastered so tightly against my face she was almost smothering me, while Kathy was hammering my cock in and out of her cunt so hard and fast our bellies were slapping together like applauding hands, driving what breath I could get out of me.
You talk about something wild, I had something really wild going with those two in screaming orgasm, riding me together! But I determined to keep them both flying just as long as I possibly could ... or die trying.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
INSTEAD OF LETTING UP, I went to work harder than before, tonguing and sucking away at Joanna's fiery cunt while arching my back off the floor, trying to drive my cock deeper into Kathy's blazing cunt as she rode me frantically. She was still coming when Joanna's first series of multiple orgasms tapered off.
I went right on licking and sucking away, eating her sweet pussy as ravenously as before, even though she slumped down over my face, nearly smothering me. Kathy's passion seemed to rekindle the fire in Joanna's cunt as my tongue alone probably never could have done.
Joanna went blasting off on her second series of furious orgasms before Kathy's first series ended.
Sound of Joanna's screams and sight of her wriggling ass seemed to refuel Kathy's excitement. She started stroking my cock in and out of her revived cunt faster and harder. In no time she went screaming away upon another series of intense orgasms.
With one of the girls helping my cock or my tongue renew the other's excitement each time she hit the end of a series of orgasms, I managed to keep both girls flying an incredibly long time. I was so busy that my own excitement leveled off at a point of intensely high sensation that was indescribably good, yet below the point where I was in danger of losing control and blasting off. So I was able to keep a stiff cock in Kathy's cunt for her to continue riding until she finally collapsed, completely exhausted but completely satisfied.
Kathy lay on the floor breathing heavily. She murmured, "Lord but real fucking is so great! What a lot of time I've wasted. Why did you let me waste so much precious time, anyway?"
"Anticipation can be one of the most important stimulants there is. Never rush over the preliminary steps that lead up to fucking!" I told her.
While I was talking to Kathy I kept right on fingering and pulling gently on Joanna's tits. She was still straddling me but had stopped wriggling her ass against my mouth. Suddenly she slid her ass down the length of my body until her drooling cunt reached my stiff cock. Just the touch of my cock against her cunt brought a squeak out of her.
I pressed Joanna's luscious tits together again, brought her hard nipples to my lips and sucked them into my mouth greedily. That brought a long, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-mmm!" out of her. I began sucking them as my tongue licked around, one nipple, then the other with a swirling movement, then licked back and forth between them. As if in answer, she wriggled her ass in that circular movement against my cock. Then she murmured breathlessly, "I can't wait any longer, I've got to have your wonderful cock inside me!" She flattened her body against me a moment and found the head of my cock with her sizzling cunt. Then she started easing it in, a look of strain on her face. I was relieved when she groaned, "It feels just as great as it did-" She caught herself, correcting, "Is it possible that it always feels this great?"
Joanna wriggled her ass harder on my rigid cock again for a moment, then began stroking it in and out of her cunt, her thrusts only tiny movements at first but growing longer and bolder as she kept on. She began panting like she'd been running hard. My cock could feel a change in the texture of the lining of her cunt as the charge of excitement intensified within her.
Suddenly Joanna was gasping breathlessly, "I thought coming again would kill me, before you finished working on me with that marvelous tongue of yours. But I can feel it building up in me. Lord, the way it's building up away deep inside me where only you've ever touched me before ... I'm going to come ... Oh, Lord ... am I ever going to come!"
Joanna was rubbing her belly tightly against mine again, sliding herself back and forth on my cock in short, gentle movements that made little more than the head of my cock move slightly, caressingly, deep inside her. The movements seemed minute, but the sensation it obviously was creating within her was mountainous. The panting gasps coming out of her began sounding like sobs. I could feel fresh flows of Joanna's hot love-honey bathing the entire length of my tingling cock. I kept gobbling away at her tits.
Abruptly Joanna raised her belly away from mine a little. As she drew my cock outward, she suddenly clamped down upon it with the muscles of her vaginal sheath. I had to bite off a yell and let it trickle through my tit filled mouth as a muffled groan. What a delicious surprise she gave me! For a young innocent girl, she was learning her lessons mighty fast. But quiet girls like her always learn fast.
I felt the flared rim at the back edge of the head of my cock come slipping out of her through ring after ring of the circling muscles of Joanna's delicious vaginal sheath. She gripped down upon it with those muscles again. The riptide of sensation in my cock shot upward off the scale. I gobbled away at Joanna's luscious tits more frantically than ever to choke back the yell that again tried to blast its way out of me. Holding the pressure back made the intense sensation even more intense. I could feel my come-juices gathering, building pressure, giving promise of a fantastic explosion. My senses were reeling under the buffeting waves of sensation.
Joanna checked her withdrawing movement just as that flared rim on the head of my cock forced her cunt's inner lips to open more widely to release it. Instead of allowing that, however, she reversed the direction of her movement. She suddenly drove my cock back into the depths of her cunt with a furious thrust that brought our bellies together with an audible slap as they collided. Joanna let out a shuddering groan. I heard it as if from a distance; waves of sensation went roaring through me.
Joanna began swinging her hips back and forth over me. That made my cock stroke in and out of her cunt's hotly clinging sheath faster and faster, harder and harder. Our bellies made an audible slap each time they came together. And each time, Joanna groaned. That sound seemed to heighten the flood of delicious sensation I was enjoying; it was obvious Joanna was enjoying herself. Where she ever got the idea to time her movements to such perfection, I'll never know, I hadn't been doing any talking.
Time and time and time again she drew back until my cock would have dropped free of her burning cunt if she'd gone a fraction farther, then sent my hardness driving back into the depths of her cunt as hard as she could. Fantastic! If my mouth hadn't been full of her tits it would've been impossible for me to choke back the yells that kept trying to boil up out of me. It was indescribable! She was giving me an even greater fuck this second time than she had our first time that night at Marie's.
Over me, Joanna was panting and gasping and moaning as she hammered my cock into her greedy cunt relentlessly. I found myself bowing my back up off the bed, raising my ass in a frantic attempt to send my cock deeper into her deliciously hot, marvelous cunt than it ever had gone before. I knew Joanna was about to explode and I didn't see how I could stand it any longer. It couldn't be far off now. The intensifying promise of that eruption was creating a paralyzing, delicious pain throughout my cock and whole lower belly. With delighted satisfaction, Joanna's frantic struggle on my swollen cock making it obvious, I realized that she was completely caught up in the ecstasy of the same excruciating torment.
Joanna was riding me now like she was going to ram my ass right through the bed to the floor, riding me without letup. I could feel the cunt-hair of our lower bellies foaming with lather of our whipped-cream juices.
Suddenly Joanna's head tipped back on her shoulders, a cry of rapturous ecstasy raised faintly from her, growing louder. I felt all the muscles of her cunt clamp down upon my cock in a strangle hold that held a moment, then released as all those muscles began pulsating furiously, milking at my cock as if desperate to draw a geysering response. Something that felt like an electric charge of intense excitement flashed from deep within her cunt to the tingling head of my cock. That did it! It felt like I was shooting liquid fire out the head of my furiously pulsating cock.
Only Joanna's tits kept me from yelling at the top of my lungs. The typhoon of raging sensation nearly overwhelmed me. It was impossible to endure! Yet, somehow I endured. For awhile I lost all track of time, or what Joanna was doing. My senses were too overpowered with sensation to be aware of anything else. The raging storm of passion seemed to go on and on and on, my exploding cock geyersing jet after jet of hot juices into Joanna's milking, greedy cunt. Talk about delicious, it was indescribable!
When I began to become aware of something besides my own subsiding storm of passion, I found Joanna still struggling over me. Her whole body was trembling, as if she were about to collapse from exhaustion. She was gasping like she couldn't find enough air to fill her tortured lungs. She seemed to be still coming. A low, anguished moan trickled from her twisted lips sounding like she was dying. Still she struggled to keep pumping my cock in and out of her cunt. I could feel the muscles of her cunt still milking away, gripping, releasing, and gripping my cock's hardness again and still again.
Finally she collapsed upon me as if there wasn't a bit of life left in her entire body. Later Joanna told me she'd come five times while my cock was in her that second time. Add to the multiple trips she had taken when we had gone the oral route it's little wonder she seemed so done in.
I was having some problems of my own getting enough breath. I squirmed around and managed to roll Joanna off me on to the floor. My cock came sliding out of her delicious box in the process, but at that point it didn't seem to make much difference.
We lay there side by side struggling to get our breath flowing in and out properly again. We were suddenly brought back to earth by the strong voice of Kathy, saying, "It really isn't fair, you know.
I've decided I'm not as good a friend as I thought!"
I rolled over and found myself almost nose to nose with Kathy. Her eyes were big as dollars and I detected a glint of jealousy not too well hidden. I felt a vague surprise that Kathy could look so virginal and fresh after the fucking she'd gotten such a short time ago. If I hadn't known better, I'd have been suspicious that these two were scheming to keep me drained to the point where they could claim exclusive rights to my time and talents.
On the other hand, if she really was feeling cheated, I didn't want the two girls quarreling. In back of the beachhouse was a large patio with comfortable lawn furniture and a number of pads for sunbathing. I rummaged around in the bathroom cabinet and found a large bottle of oil. Then I grabbed Kathy by the hand and said, "Okay, my lovely neglected miss, let me sooth your ego. I'll give you my undivided attention."
Kathy stretched herself in the sun on a thick mat; a smug, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She murmured, "Having you rub sun tan oil on me isn't exactly what I had in mind ... as if you didn't know."
I chided, "Don't be so impatient."
I sat on the pad beside her, cupped the palm of one hand, poured oil into it, then spread it across her lovely feminine shoulders. I could feel excitement moving through me as my hand moved back and forth over her smooth skin.
When I'd finished oiling the skin of her shoulders I said, "Now I'll oil you all the way down ... You have such wonderful skin. So delicious. Isn't it strange how taste words, like 'delicious,' are the only ones that come close to describing sexual feelings."
I don't know why, exactly, but soothing her ruffled feathers this way was causing the excitement to start running a strangely high tide in me. I couldn't believe it! I was reacting to these two sweet girls like a starved novice. My cock was rigid just that quick; actually hurting me it was so hard already.
Half an hour later, Kathy lay exhausted again from her second fuck. Joanna had observed how hot I'd gotten Kathy rubbing the oil into her skin. She suggested I treat her to the experience.
Joanna's body was trembling beneath my hands. It was plain to see she was reacting to my caressing hands as much as I was. I kept on smoothing oil on her lovely back, getting ever closer to the small of her back; right to the crack of her lovely ass. I heard her breath coming in short panting gasps. Finally I started spreading the oil on those two perfect cheeks. Gradually I moved on down to her luscious thighs and legs. She parted her legs, wriggling her little ass and moaning.
"Oh, Dore honey, you have the nicest hands. You do such a marvey job." She caught her breath suddenly as my hand moved closer to that wonderful crack on the inside of her thigh.
"You like the way I'm oiling you?" I asked.
"I like it, I like it, don't stop. You have the kind of hands I'd like to have on me all day," she chuckled, adding, "All night, too!"
She was so excited her whole body seemed to be vibrating. "Watching you and Kathy in the house got me so hot again I don't think I can stand much more of this indescribable, marvey treatment."
I didn't answer for a moment. I just spread and rubbed in oil into the loin area on either side. Finally I didn't try to avoid that area where her shapely legs merged into her body, just below the luscious cheeks of her ass.
I began spreading oil on her there. As I did, Joanna quickly moved her legs outward on either side, wriggling her ass impatiently. That exposed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and was an open invitation to give my attention to the skin there too. Her breath, going in and out of her, was making a wheezing sound now.
Slowly, cautiously, I let my fingers move down into that crease of sensitive flesh where her left leg joined her lower belly, spreading oil over it. Then I moved on downward into that hot crease of flesh until I suddenly felt the first knuckles of my fingers lightly brushing her cunt-hair. Then I brought my fingers back upward.
A low sound of protest came out of Joanna as she tried to follow my hands with her ass. "Take it easy," I said. I sent my fingers back down into there again with the same feather touch I'd used before. I'd drawn my fingertips up and down over the skin of that exotic crease of flesh twice when a low gasp came out of Joanna as my knuckles brushed her cunt-hair the third time. I pretended surprise; jerking my hands up instantly. "Did I hurt you, somehow?"
"No, Lordy no! Keep right on just the way you've been doing. Your hands feel heavenly!"
So I went back to doing just what I'd been doing. The longer I caressed her there, just a finger's breadth away from the bottom of her cunt, the more trouble she had breathing.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I SWITCHED MY ATTENTION to spreading oil over and rubbing it lightly into the skin of the crease where her other leg and inner thigh joined her lower belly. By the time I got done with that thigh, Joanna was panting audibly and continuously; her effort to muffle the sound on the pad failing.
I took my fingertips away from that sensitive area of upper inner thigh. Joanna's head came up as if on springs. She demanded, "What's wrong, why did you stop?"
I said, "Don't you think I should oil all the rest of your legs too?"
She seemed to think on that silently. Finally, reluctantly she put her head back down upon her arms. Her breathing quieted while I finished oiling the backs and sides of her shapely legs clear down to her ankles and feet.
When I finished with her second foot, I straightened, sitting back upon my heels, and waited to see what reaction I would get this time. I didn't have to wait long.
Joanna rolled over on her back, revealing a stark naked, luscious feast of lovely, curvaceous flesh. She lay watching me.
I fought to keep the burning hunger I felt coursing throughout my entire body out of my eyes as I sat there on my heels looking at Joanna's gorgeous young body.
My cock was building up a terrific head of steam. Already he'd forgotten the fucking good time he'd had with Kathy.
Finally Joanna said, "Oil the rest of me just like you've done my back." She still sounded just breathless enough to make her voice sexy, but more under control compared to the way she'd been panting for awhile earlier.
I could see from the look in her eyes, she was determined to play it a little cooler. I started where I was, spreading oil on the skin covering the front of one ankle, then the other, after moving over between her legs which she'd spread wide again after rolling over. As I worked my way up the front of her lovely legs, I had a hard time keeping my eyes away from her luscious cunt. It seemed to be watching me as she lay there with her legs spread wide, inviting me with moistly open lips completely visible.
I could feel Joanna's eyes watching me as I spread oil, rubbing it in the skin of the fronts of her legs, first one leg then the other, slowly coming closer to that exciting pussy. I could hear her breathing becoming ragged as my hand again approached her pussy.
By that time the excitement in me was just about to the point of running wild. I had to start silently talking to myself, take command of this rush of excitement that had my senses reeling. In a short time I began to settle down and I was in control of my excitement instead of it controlling me.
When I reached her pussy hair again, I quickly moved out from between her legs and knelt at her left side. I started spreading oil on her long, graceful left arm, working it into the skin. I acted as casual about it as if it were a chore I did every day.
When I got to the shoulder and armpit of her left arm I moved around to her right side. Then when I reached the armpit on her right side, I went right on without any hesitation, smoothing oil on the soft, firm skin over the roots of her luscious tits. Then I rubbed it in, making her whole luscious tit jggle, the hard nipple dancing invitingly.
I leaned across her to apply the same treatment to the area under her left armpit. Her left tit jiggled just as enticingly as her right one had.
I spread oil all over the skin covering Joanna's rib cage instead of reaching for her tits, as I think she expected me to do.
She brought both hands up, cupped one of her beautiful tits in each of them, murmuring, "What about these?"
I shrugged, murmuring, "If you say so."
She frowned, then said, "They need oil too, you know. That skin needs special attention."
I nodded, letting my eyes feast upon the eye-popping banquet her twin lovelies afforded me. I murmured, "Anything as beautiful as those two wonders ought always to have special attention!"
The frown on her forehead disappeared and was replaced by a smile. "Your marvelous hands can give them all the special attention they need. Please rub the oil into them especially good, Dore, honey."
Her nipples were rigidly erect. But as I spread oil lightly upon one big tit and then the other they grew visibly harder.
I gently rubbed it in. The first time my fingertips lightly brushed across the puckered skin of the tit around the base of her right nipple, Joanna gasped softly and squeezed her eyes shut. So I poured a little more oil on both nipples, then rubbed it in with a little firmer touch. Then finally instead of merely rubbing her rigid nipples, I started squeezing and pulling them gently, using both hands so I could pull both of them at the same time.
In a matter of seconds, I had Joanna gasping, her breathing as ragged as it had been earlier when I'd been rubbing the oil into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs up next to her cunt. I'm always a little amazed at how fast most women respond when they are teased on their nipples and equally amazed at how ignorant many men are that a woman's breast actually is a feminine sex organ. A woman once told me she always tried to buy bras with complicated fasteners because it helped prolong the time and add to build-up; once her nipples were teased a little she was as good as fucked.
I put more oil to the taut nipples of both luscious tits. I cupped a full, ripe tit in each hand and started stroking and pulling both nipples together between my thumbs and forefingers. Joanna was gasping and moaning and making little wriggling movements frenziedly.
She was ready to be fucked any time but I knew how much better it would be for her if I made her wait. Made her really wild with hunger for the feel of my cock inside her cunt. So I removed my hands from her tits suddenly. I poured a puddle of oil in the middle of her belly above her button just as she raised her head, complaining, "Dore, honey, why'd you stop?"
"Who's stopped?" I countered. "There are other spots I haven't touched with oil yet."
"But the skin on my breasts still need more oil, much, much more oil and massage." She said quickly. "Please put more on them and work it in good with your wonderful hands. I'll tell you when they've had enough."
"I have to spread this oil on your tummy and work it in good first," I told her coolly, beginning to spread the puddled oil out over her upper stomach, rubbing it clear up under her lovely tits. "Besides, if I rub the skin of your nipples much more, I might make them sore."
"Oh no, Dore, I'm sure they're not that tender ... they feel just fine and your hands feel so great on them!"
I told her, "I'll finish giving the rest of your skin one coat of oil. Then I'll get back to those tits of yours and give them another treatment."
"Ah-h-h-h-h, treatment is right. Your hands are a treat my breasts were made to enjoy." She brought both hands up and cupped her full, proud tits in them, raising them from her chest as she asked, "They do feel good to you, don't they?"
I nodded, still rubbing oil into the skin of her tummy as I told her, "They look absolutely yummy, mouth-watering and delectable."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I FLOPPED DOWN on the pad beside Joanna after I finished rubbing the oil into her belly.
"Honey," she protested, "what about my nipples?"
"Yes?" I asked, trying to make my face look blank.
"You said you would get back to my nipples after you finished my tummy!" she poutingly complained.
"Well now, you lovely sweetheart," I said as I took hold of her hand and pulled her toward me. "A beautiful pair of tits like yours can stand just so much fingering, then they need to be tasted and caressed and the nipples sucked hard and licked good to stimulate the circulation of the blood in them. That's what keeps them firm and young and full of the joy of life. Come on."
"Now?"
"Right now!" I urged her.
Abruptly Joanna was up on her hands and knees climbing astride me, her deliciously full tits hanging down invitingly near my face. She giggled breathlessly as she swung them from side to side, making the nipples brush back and forth across my lips as she said, "Give them what they need, make them come alive, taste them now, Dore love, taste them now."
I caught both delectable tits between my hands, pressed them together, and sucked both hard nipples into my hungry mouth, like I'd been wanting to do. Instantly a low, long trembling moan came out of Joanna. I sucked strongly with my mouth and began licking feverishly with my tongue. Hot cunt came slamming down against rigid cock. She began grinding her cunt against that hardness as her moaning grew louder.
Joanna tried to swallow my cock with the hot drooling lips of her cunt but I wouldn't let her catch him yet.
I released her tits from my mouth abruptly, asking, "Feeling good?"
"Yes, yes, don't stop!" she cried, sounding desperate. Then she squeezed her eyes almost shut as I took her nipples back into my mouth and sucked on them. She nodded her head as she quickly assured me, "Oh, that's fine."
I turned on all the suction I could and sent my hot tongue licking between the taut nipples, then around each one in turn with rapid swirling motions. Again Joanna was grinding her hungry cunt against that rigid cock of mine, a low "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" coming out of her.
Suddenly one of her hands come down and guided my swollen cock to the mouth of her hungry cunt. Before she succeeded in getting him in, she suddenly let go with a wailing scream. She thrust her cunt frantically against my cock and accidently managed to swallow him that time. She was coming hard, thrusting against me, driving my cock as far inside as she could. I could feel the muscles milking away at my cock.
Joanna acted like she was blowing her mind as I went right on gobbling away at her luscious tits. She was screaming and struggling over me. I clung to her tits, sucking and licking like crazy. She fucked furiously like she was trying to drive me right through the patio floor. When her storm of passion finally faded and passed, she was gasping for breath like she'd been running.
I could feel the love-juice as it flowed around my rigid cock creating an electric jolt to course through my body. I tensed the muscles in my cock causing it to jump deep inside her.
The next instant the lips of her cunt grabbed my cock almost as firmly as the fingers of a hand closing around it. Her hips came down on me. She groaned and pulled her cunt away again slowly. Then her hips came downward again, sending my cock plunging into her hard. She didn't stop the furious downward thrust until our bellies slammed together and my cock was buried in her delicious cunt to its roots. Delicious! It was like a hotly moist, velvet glove smoothly gripping, wetly clinging to the entire length of my achingly swollen cock.
Joanna tensed a muscle somewhere in her cunt and something that felt like a hot, moist little hand gave the head of my cock a loving tweak deep within her. I gasped with surprise. Talk about delicious!
Then I remembered what my mouth was supposed to be doing. I resumed my feverish sucking and licking. That brought a moan of pleasure sighing out from somewhere deep within her; she began thrusting against me with her hips.
She was moving more slowly now, drawing my cock out through the rippling, circling muscles of her tunnel of sensation so slowly I thought she was trying to tease me, trying to create more sensation for me. Then I got a glimpse of her face. Her head was tipped back on her shoulders, her face twisted in a grimace, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her expression was that of intense pain. I realized she had already been so caught up in her own flood of sensation she was hardly aware I existed, except for my hard cock in her cunt.
She changed direction and sent my cock sliding smoothly but slowly into herself, easing it in like it filled her cunt so full she needed to be cautious. She stroked it slowly in and out of her cunt several times that way, little moans coming from her almost continuously as she did.
She paused to give another of those tweaks to the head of my cock with that wonderful hot little hand hidden inside her cunt.
Great charges of sensation went zinging through me again, building the pressure to greater proportions in my cock. I felt the head of my cock stretch forward, filling her cunt with his swollen rigid body. As soon as I'd gotten control, I tensed the muscles that made my cock jerk inside her. She gasped, telling me that felt as good to her as what she'd done had felt to me. We exchanged inner throbs and squeezes while Joanna rubbed her tits into my mouth harder and uttered little moaning gasps of pleasure.
I could feel the growing charge of electric current tingling within her cunt. My exploring cock could feel the texture of the tissues lining her cunt changing slowly, almost imperceptibly, as that charge built. As my cock stroked slowly in and out of her again, it felt hot trickles of that delicious dew of passion which lubricates a cunt in proportion to the pleasure it is experiencing.
Joanna switched tempo, thrusting hard, making our bellies slap together like applauding hands.
Again she changed pace, abandoning the wild, hard thrusts as quickly as she'd started them. A continuous moan came wavering from her lips, rising and falling. She began mixing long, slow thrusts with a rotating movement of her hips. She alternated that with short, minute thrusts which moved the head of my cock about an inch where it was nestled inside her.
I felt the head of my cock rubbing back and forth against something there deep in her cunt while she was giving me some of those short, slow thrusts. It felt like a moist delightful caress. Each time the head of my cock touched it, Joanna would gasp and moan, obviously caught up in exquisite pleasure. I knew she wasn't far from coming again.
Abruptly, however, she stopped all movement. She pulled her nipples from my mouth, raising her upper body away from me. That same instant she began steadily milking at the head of my cock with that delicious little inner hand. The pressure of sensation in my cock and lower belly went shooting up. I panted, "Slow down, take it easy!"
Joanna looked down at me, her face looking almost as if she were in pain it was so drawn by inner tension. She forced words out through clenched teeth, "I want to make this the best trip you've ever had. I want you to blast off with me this time!"
I raised my head off the pad, sucked her nipples back into my mouth and nipped them slightly as I socked the suction to them. Then I pushed up with my hips raising my ass off the pad, then moved it away, almost jerking my cock out of her. Then I sent my cock driving back into her burning cunt again as hard as I could send it.
Joanna screamed. A wild, trembling scream. It came through twisted lips of anguish. She brought her arms down against me, driving my head back against the pad. Her ass began a frantic bobbing over me. She would jerk her tense belly away from mine, then slam them back together. The rhythm became faster and faster. The wild thrusts harder and harder. Again her belly was slapping against mine, creating the sound of clapping hands. All the time her anguished screams were rising higher, growing louder.
Sensation of tremendous proportions was raging within me, trying to engulf my senses, demanding an explosion that would relieve the pressure. I tried to force from my mind the burningly delicious load of sensation her wildly charged cunt was creating in my cock as she kept it pistoning in and out of her. It was hard to do, believe me. I began to get control again, finally.
It probably only lasted a minute or so but it seemed to me that it went on and on and on. I was fighting hard to keep my mind on other thoughts, yet awareness of the almost overpowering pressure of excruciating sensation zinging from my cock and coursing through my whole body had me in a terrible grip. Talk about delectable torment!
Just when I was ready to give up my private struggle, ready to relax and enjoy the eruption I seemed unable to postpone any longer, Joanne stopped moving. She collapsed upon me out of breath, panting and gasping.
When her breathing began quieting a little, I started making the head of my cock jump deep within her quiet cunt. Joanna moaned, then murmured, "Lordy! I can't believe the storm I've just been through."
"Why can't you believe?" I asked.
"It feels better each time," she whispered. "I think I've been pumped dry of all sensation, but then you move that wonderful cock of yours inside me. It still feels indescribably good to me. That's what I can't believe, Dore my love." Then she added, "I've listened to the girls in the dorm. They tell about guys who can't hold off any time at all. Guys who don't know how to help a girl enjoy herself too. I'm so glad Kathy and I waited for you to initiate us."
She reached her free hand down between our bellies, drawing all but the head of my cock out of her cunt as she did. She whispered, "I want to give you the kind of pleasure you've given me." Joanna began fingering and petting the base of my cock. She worked her way down my scrotum until she reached its very roots. My ass-hole was quivering, wondering what was next. The new sensation she was creating was delightful torment; my belly muscles knotting like crazy.
I began trying to give in return as good as I was getting. I made the head of my cock jump, rubbing up and down through the inner lips of her cunt. She gasped again. Her expression was like that of someone on the brink of awful anguish. I sure as hell knew what she was going through. I was caught up in a tide of awful anguish of my own.
I gathered her tits between my hands again and sucked both nipples back into my mouth. The body language flowing between my cock and her cunt told me that we were communicating.
Joanna had to have time to build up again and I had such a head of pressure backed up in my cock it was beginning to ache. I didn't want to go blasting off alone and that's just what would happen if she didn't stop moving right now. "Let's have a quick swim," I suggested, "before we take this trip together."
That stopped her, she popped her eyes open wide and exclaimed, "Swimming! How can you think of swimming at a time like this?"
"Easy, honey," I answered. "Until you've fucked under water, you haven't lived. Come on, I'll race you to the water!" She was so surprised she got up and started running without thinking it over.
This part of the beach was secluded and ideal for skinny-dipping. Joanna drooped behind me as we raced for the surf. She had long, beautiful legs, but not long enough to keep up with me. She couldn't match my leaps as I bounded out through the shallow water. I was several yards ahead of her by the time I reached deeper water.
My cock felt like all the starch had gone out of it from the exertion and cold water. This was the short breather I needed.
Joanna caught up with me shortly, giggling and splashing. She was a good strong swimmer so I poured it on as I knifed through the breakers and headed for the more quiet water of the open ocean. Before I could look around for her she was beside me, almost neck to neck. It took all the strength I could muster to widen the gap a little.
Finally I eased off to catch my breath. Her hands were grabbing at me. I turned around and put her hands around my neck as I trod water. She was full of delight, hugging me affectionately. Her luscious tits flattened against me.
Just that quick, my hard was back, swollen bigger and harder than it had been before. It came right up between her legs as we hung on to each other there in the water. She giggled, sputtering out, "You see! He knows where he belongs. Even if you aren't so interested, he is!"
"Who says I'm not interested," I countered. Then I drooped my hands down and caught hold of her ass, raising her so that her legs came around my frame. She brought her sweet, smoothly curving ass high enough to hook the tip of my stiff cock with her hot cunt, then I helped her slide downward along my belly again as it went into her.
The sweet pain and pressure came flooding back with such force, I nearly passed out. The waves that went soaring through me were, at the moment, greater than any ocean waves. How overwhelmingly delicious it felt to slip into her sweet, hot, loving cunt. Indescribable!
Before my reeling conscious mind could catch up with and interpret that flood of sensation, I was in her up to the hilt. I said, "Bring your legs down, now, so that you can tread water and help keep us afloat." My rigid cock in her cunt kept our lower bodies firmly coupled together. She contracted her inner muscles deep inside, making that small, hot, moist hand give the head of my cock a delightful squeeze. I gasped. Joanna giggled, then murmured, "I think I'm getting the hang of it now, Dore."
I made the head of my cock jerk deep inside her in answer. It was her turn to gasp. Her head was drawn back as though pulled by a magnet.
I asked her, "Like it?"
She gulped and nodded. She gave me the distinct impression that it was feeling every bit as good to her as it was to me. That excited me even more.
Joanna was having trouble getting her breath, she managed to gasp out, "It's so wild, so indescribably better than any other good sensation I've ever experienced I find it hard to believe!"
I answered, "I know. There just isn't a way to adequately describe it, is there?" Then I added, "That's why it's so important to get started right."
I felt her hot, slippery sheath gripping my rigid cock. It felt as if the rest of me would melt along with my cock into a quivering jelly and then be swallowed by that scorching cunt. But I didn't care.
I could tell Joanna was having trouble of the same kind, if you can call it trouble. Her eyes were drooping and she kept forgetting to tread water.
She murmured, "I'll never be the same again, sweet, sweet Dore. I'm so lucky it was you that stopped to give me a ride the other day." Then she added, "I've dreamed about it happening just this way so many times, but over such a long time without it ever happening. I'm glad now, that I finally got desperate."
As she spoke, those inner muscles of hers gave the excited head of my cock another quick, delicious squeeze. I gasped, feeling right on the brink of coming. That brought a pleased, tinkling laugh from her.
My feet and legs were busy treading water, but I didn't need my hands and arms for that, too; I grabbed the cheeks of Joanna's ass with both hands. I began pulling her smooth belly up and down against mine, making my cock move deliciously deep within her cunt.
Almost immediately I felt things starting to happen again inside her. I wasn't the only one doing some gasping. She started giving my hands and arms a lot of help, grinding her cunt into me and up and down on my stiff, swollen cock more and more wildly.
Joanna gasped out, "How have I ever been able to exist for so long without having this! Nothing else in the world seems of any importance by comparison. Dear lord, I've never known real happiness before!"
Then even Joanna's words faded so that I barely heard what she was saying. Replaced by fantastic feelings of earth-moving intensity. My whole world was Joanna's hot cunt, nothing else mattered. My hard cock was. thrusting furiously back and forth in her hot cunt while an indescribable, delicious pressure ballooned in the roots of my cock.
Vaguely I was aware of feeling elated because she seemed to be going wild. She was screaming. Later on, after we were out of the water, I discovered scratches and marks along my arms and back where she had raked my flesh with her nails. At the time I hadn't felt it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I FELT JOANNA shiver throughout her body. Her cunt and lower belly stiffened, as her scream raised even more shrilly. I realized she was coming. That was all it took for me. Her cunt grabbed a hold on my swollen cock so hard I almost passed out. Even her screaming became submerged in the greatest storm of sensation possible. I've never experienced such an explosion as that one. I seemed to be flooding the whole interior of that fiery cunt that had become everything to me. Flooding it with something that sent the temperature of that wonderful, slippery fiery furnace shooting upward to intense hotness. There was nothing else, nothing but that delicious hotness.
For awhile, I guess, our heads were under water more than they were above it. We both forgot to breathe, it wasn't important. Nothing was important except that raging, hot blast of sensation.
I began treading water again as I became aware that I had stopped coming. Joanna was still wriggling and moaning whenever she caught a little air in her lungs. The sensation of our fiery connection was still feeling fantastic. I seemed to be just as hard inside her as I had before I came. Joanna seemed to be having one orgasm after another. I kept shoving my reviving cock to Joanna's sweet tunnel of love with renewed vigor. She in turn sensed my returning excitement and seemed to be triggered by it into upsurging fresh excitement of her own. She began coming even harder and longer and when one orgasm ended she started a new one even faster than before.
Joanna really went crazy! She forgot about everything else, even about the need to keep treading water. She wrapped herself around me as if determined to make us merge into one body. It was a good thing I wasn't taking this trip with her; we'd sure as hell gone right down to the bottom. I kept us afloat the best I could. I was able to enjoy and maintain a delicious high of sensation, yet without it rising enough farther to explode, making me come again. It felt great in that furiously active cunt of Joanna's, yet my attention was divided enabling me to maintain a certain amount of control. It was wonderful.
Long ago I learned how really great it was to have full awareness of more than just my own personal storm of sensation. I enjoy watching a woman trip from one orgasm right into another.
Being able to turn a woman on like that gives a male ego a fantastic lift that's almost better than the mere physical sensations of even the very best ejaculation.
Joanna was literally wearing herself out on that hard rod of mine buried deep in her cunt. Finally she uttered a whimpering little moan followed by a sighing gasp and just seemed to pass out. She turned loose of everything, even her cunt's slippery grip on my cock. I grabbed her with one arm and clutched her close to me before my cock had slipped out. Still firmly speared upon my cock, I turned on my side and began a slow crawl back to the beach.
Joanna came around just in time to help keep us from being caught and sent flying through the breakers. By the time we were in wading water we were both laughing so hard I thought I was going to lose my hold on her. But I managed to pick her up, still firmly speared, helped her lock her legs around me, then carried her across the beach to the patio.
As I put Joanna down on the pad I became aware that we were no longer alone. Kathy was watching us closely. She must have dropped off to sleep in the house and I completely forgot about her. She didn't look sleepy now. Her eyes were wide open.
She remarked, "For awhile I thought I might have to send you two a life-preserver."
Joanna giggled breathlessly, then explained, "We just took a fucking good swim! Really out of sight! I'll never forget that as long as I live, never, never!" Then she flopped back on the pad in an indescribable degree of exhaustion.
I turned to Kathy and said, "How about you helping me wash the salt water off before it dries on my skin?" I saw her brighten up right away. She opened her mouth to answer but I didn't wait. I grabbed her hand and pulled her after me into the house, heading straight for the shower.
I turned on the water and urged Kathy into the shower with me. "Now, I'll show you how I want to be soaped," I said. I began sudsing Kathy with the soap just the way I'd rubbed oil on Joanna. Starting on her back and moving slowly downward. I had guessed from the look in her eyes, she was going to ask me to take her for a swim and I knew I wasn't up to that right now. Water is water, and right now a shower seemed like the next best thing to a swim. I was right, too. She acted pleased with the idea. I found out later that Kathy wasn't as good a swimmer as Joanna. But she would have gone out in the deeper water rather than miss out on something.
I soaped up a real lather on her shoulders. As I did, I was rubbing my hard cock against the curving softness of her ass. Kathy's ass felt hot. She started to turn around to face me but I gripped her shoulders and murmured, "Everything gets sweeter the longer you let it simmer."
I released her shoulders, and resumed soaping her back, working on downward below her shoulders. My hands moved under her armpits where the roots of her tits began. Kathy's elbows moved away from her sides, opening the area under her arms invitingly to my gentle hands. I knew what she was longing for, but I moved my hands downward instead of forward. Spreading suds over her rib cage and on around the small of her back. Kathy kept sucking in her breath when my hands came close to that sensitive area of her mammary glands.
I could feel the ripples of sensation course through Kathy's body as I continued with my soapy hands.
I finished lathering the curving cheeks of her ass, then worked on down the backs of her legs to her knees. Then I reversed direction and began working my hands back upward, lightly caressing the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of Kathy's thighs. The higher my caressing hands moved, the more I could feel the muscles throughout her body knot and writhe with anticipation.
By the time my fingertips had sudsed their way high up her inner thighs, she was holding her breath. Waiting for my fingers to caress her lower cunt the next instant. Instead I suddenly withdrew them from between her legs. Then I turned her around. "Time to get the front all soaped up," I said.
Without warning I put my lather-covered hand on the patch of thick curls covering her cunt. My finger curling inward, thrust into her moist, feverish lips. Kathy gasped, her head tipped back on her shoulders. For an instant it looked as though she would black out.
My hand went right on lathering her nest of curls between her thighs while my forefinger kept thrusting in and out of her cunt, gently teasing her rigid clitoris. Kathy raised her hands to her head, her fingers clutching frantically at her hair. She acted as if she felt so much sensation trapped within her, the pressure of it threatened to blast off the top of her head.
The wailing moan coming out of her sounded desperate, as if she felt her strength slipping away, leaving her empty of everything other than an exquisite, terrible anguish. I knew the delectable torment she was experiencing; I knew so well that indescribable experience of feeling one's self becoming a kind of liquid blob of passion.
I didn't want her building too fast. Abruptly I took my hands away from her blazing cunt, moving them up to her belly above to spread suds there. A cry of anguished protest ripped out of her. She sounded as if she simply couldn't endure having me stretch out her exquisite torture any longer.
I stopped her protesting cry short by simply raising my hands higher to cup her burning tits, catching her rigid nipples between thumbs and forefingers. They were as taut with burning anticipation as two small cocks blazing with indescribable desire for the sweet caress of a hungry cunt. My fingers seemed to provide a completely satisfactory substitute; Kathy's sweet ass began wriggling involuntarily.
Her eyes clamped shut again. Her breathing seemed to stop entirely. Her passionate reactions, I realized abruptly, had me so steamed up again it seemed incredible. Or "impossible" might be a more exact word, considering that I'd enjoyed some of the most terrific fucks of my entire life already that day with those two.
I pulled my hands away from Kathy's sensation-charged tits. Again her eyes popped open wide, genuine fury darkening her face. Her mouth jerked open to scream at me for release of the swirling tornado of frustrated passion I'd built within her.
Before a sound could force its way out of her excitement-constricted throat, however, I brought both my hands to the sides of her luscious tits, my fingertips touching her where those delectable tits began just ahead of her armpits. She froze, mouth open, staring at me mutely as she waited tensely. I drew my fingertips forward slowly, caressing the deliciously curving sides of both tits.
As my caressing fingertips approached Kathy's taut nipples, her whole body began trembling as if the tidal wave of sensation thundering through her actually was shaking her. One of her own hands went flying suddenly to her cunt. Almost frantically she began caressing her own clitoris. That started her hips moving in involuntary fucking movements. Just watching her had me feeling closer to coming than a few cunts I've been in ever managed to. That kid was a super-charged sexpot if I'd ever known one. She could have built a hard (the passionate way she reacted to a man's caresses,) on a brass statue.
As my fingertips approached those rigid nipples of Kathy's sensation-gorged tits again, I bunched them suddenly. Again thumbs and forefingers closed upon each taut nipple. I squeezed them lightly, then gave them a gentle pull.
Lord, it was as if I'd pulled both triggers on a double-barreled shotgun! The way Kathy screamed as she blasted off, it had to have been a double-barreled orgasm.
I lifted her and brought her against myself as she writhed mindlessly, her body jerking with the power of the pulsations of her orgasm. When she felt her body touch mine, instinct seemed to guide her legs; instantly they wrapped around me and pulled her furiously pulsating cunt in tight against me. She started grinding her blazing cunt against my belly.
I let her settle downward. I felt the burning lips of her fiery cunt find the head of my rigid cock. They gripped down upon it deliciously, almost like a hot, clutching hand. As my cock started into her, she screamed louder than ever, clamping her legs around me more tightly as she began wriggling her ass, struggling to get my cock on into her.
What could I do? I'm a gentleman, so I helped her, letting her settle still lower, thus letting my eager cock go sliding smoothly into her cunt's sweet, virginal tightness again. I shit you not, that was super-prime fucking! Once in a lifetime kind of stuff, and I'd been up to my balls in it that whole day. It had to be my reward for clean living in the midst of all Hollywood's temptations and excesses.
Whatever the reason, I had double helping of those prime, virginal cunts depending on me for thorough education and complete satisfaction and I was determined to deliver everything demanded of me or stack my bones in those two sweet young cunts trying my damnedest.
As the head of my caressing cock touched bottom inside Kathy, the roots of my cock buried in the outer lips of her sweet cunt, she screamed again, sounding like I was killing her. I'll be blessed if she didn't seem to go roaring away on a terrific new orgasm while she'd seemed to be right in the middle of another one. I'd never seen anything quite like it.
Actually it was as if the second stage of a moon-rocket had been fired inside Kathy's powerfully pulsating cunt. The pulsations seemed to intensify. Her whole cunt from outer lips to its most remote depths seemed to begin milking away at my cock's hardness even harder than before. She seemed to have been blasted into an orbit somewhere farther out in orgasmic space than she'd been before. She acted as if her senses were reeling before overwhelming waves of sensation, as if she was teetering on the fine edge of a total blackout.
Lord, she had me so excited, just watching her and hearing her ecstatic screams and feeling her delicious cunt milking away relentlessly at my cock, that I felt my cock seem to swell bigger and stretch longer within her. It was tingling with the rapidly intensifying pressure of the charge of sensation skyrocketing within it and throughout my whole belly. Everything was there except the fresh load of come-juice for my pumps to fire. It takes time to manufacture that fiery jizm and I'd already fired considerably more than anyone man's quota for a single day.
So I could hang right in there with my charge of sensation clear up there at the point of a monumental eruption, yet without an eruption. Talk about exquisite torment and delight! It was being able to stretch out that indescribable instant when your cock explodes in an heroic ejaculation, without it exploding, so that the sensations of that instant keep on and on and on. It's as different from holding off, postponing, delaying your ejaculation by means of determined control as day is from night. It's letting your sensation run wild and rampant, making no effort to cool and control it, yet without shooting the delicious head off that charge of indescribable sensation by ever coming. It got really excruciating. The reason it's usually over in an instant, more than likely, is because if it lasted that intensely too long it might actually cause a man's mind to become permanently un-glued. I don't know, but that's my guess, having lived through it.
What I do know is, Kathy wasn't the only one doing some screaming before long. That blazing cunt of hers milking away at my super-charged cock was keeping my block-busting charge of sensation right up there at the triggering point, only my balls were so dry I had nothing new manufactured yet so I could trigger.
So I was screaming and Kathy was screaming. Somehow we wound up on the bed with Kathy's sweet ass bobbing up and down furiously over me, fucking me so hard and fast she had our bellies raising sounds of applause. I was so nearly out of it I couldn't swear to anything about what happened, but I have a vague impression that I was rather mindlessly gobbling away at her luscious young tits after I got flattened out on my back on the bed, that my screams were muffled by her tits filling my mouth.
I have another vague impression I couldn't possibly swear to that Kathy kept bouncing right from one orgasm into another and yet another. I faintly remember an awed thought shooting through my head with some measure of fear mingled in it that perhaps I'd kept on fucking around, one way and another, with that little girl until I'd gotten her triggered off on something that was just going to never end until both of us were melted down into nothing but a puddle of steaming come-juice, like the Kilkinny tigers I remember reading a story about as a small boy.
I was only vaguely aware of what had happened when Kathy finally so nearly fucked herself out that her arms and legs gave out and she collapsed upon me. But her cunt was still milking away rather feebly at my cock.
So wouldn't you know it! All of a sudden through the red haze of the raging storm of excruciating sensation that had nearly burned out my senses' capacity to register anything, I suddenly felt that belated fresh charge of come-juices gathering in the roots of my cock. Abruptly my tingling cock was again swelling larger and reaching deeper into Kathy's faltering cunt than ever before.
But that seemed to trigger a fantastic involuntary response in her cunt; suddenly that pulsating sheath gripped down hard upon the entire length of my cock. That hot, moistly delectable little hand-like something deep in her cunt clamped down upon the head of my cock too. The charge of sensation roaring throughout my cock and belly again skyrocketed, away to hell and gone above and beyond the usual triggering point.
I yelled! Man, I yelled like I have never yelled in my life before or since while fucking a woman! I do remember that. Then I lost all track of anything except the indescribable overload of sensation that suddenly went crashing through me as my cock finally started geysering, shooting jet after burning jet of fresh-from-the-factory come-juice into the depths of Kathy's greedily drinking cunt.
Somewhere distantly I heard Kathy suddenly screaming again. Vaguely I realized her dead weight was no longer plastered over me; she was again struggling over me, fucking away with her last ounce of strength, her cunt again pulsating frantically, furiously milking away at the persistent hardness of my geysering cock. The belated eruption of my cock had triggered her again, as if she and her cunt had a pact to subdue and dissolve the hardness of my cock or die trying.
That's a contest no mortal man can hope to win. I'd come closer that time than I'd ever come before, closer than I've ever come since. But I'd finally shot my hot wad and I was finished. When my incredible storm slowly ebbed and finally ended, Kathy was still coming. Still struggling over me in the grip of terrible but exquisite torment, apparently completely unaware of her triumph. She seemed to be trying to scream, but only strangled, rasping gasps were struggling out of her passion-constricted throat.
I felt her weakly pulsating cunt contract around my wilting cock and try to grip it one last time. Then she collapsed upon me again. I put my weary arms around her, feeling a need in her to be held close and tenderly as she lay there struggling for breath with indescribable gasps.
"Lordy, I'm so hot from watching you two, I'm feeling right on the verge of burning up!" I heard Joanna's breathless voice exclaim excitedly from somewhere nearby. I struggled for strength enough to turn my head toward the sound of her voice. I found her standing by the side of the bed, watching me with eyes that were strangely bright, with eyes that burned with renewed passion.
I very nearly threw in the towel, very nearly tried to beg off, very nearly admitted I just wasn't man enough to complete the responsibility to those two I'd accepted. But just before I started trying to put it into words, the thought flashed through that a good shower would wash away a lot of my weariness and refresh me. And regardless of how limp my wilted cock was, there wasn't a blessed thing wrong with my tongue. Relief surged through me. I still wasn't whipped!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I EASED KATHY off me and down upon the bed, then turned intending to drag my dead ass off the other side and head for the shower. But suddenly Joanna was there on the bed beside me pushing me back down upon my back, giggling as she began kissing the nipples of my muscular chest. I'm always amazed at how much capacity the male nipple sometimes possesses for erotic sensation. For some unfathomable reason, that was one of those times for mine.
Joanna kissed her way from my nipples downward across my belly until she reached my navel. By that time I'd just given up and relaxed, laying back resting. But I began tensing up a little again when she started swirling the redhot tip of her tongue around and around my bellybutton.
I really tensed up when she suddenly shot the tip of her tongue as deep into that belly dimple as she could make it go. But it felt good, bringing a gasp of surprised pleasure out of me.
She chuckled and started kissing a zigzag course on downward toward my wilted cock. But limp as my cock was from the drubbing it had just taken in its contest with Kathy's cunt, muscles in my lower belly began slowly knotting up with delicious new tension as Joanna's hot mouth moved on downward.
I was startled, however, when I suddenly felt Joanna's hot lips wetly and lovingly close around the drooping head of my defeated cock. I knew it had to be thickly coated with juices from Kathy's cunt and juices it had drooled itself as it wilted, so I hadn't expected Joanna to bathe it for me in her mouth. I was equally amazed at the riptide of sensation her caressing mouth and tongue instantly created, despite my cock's limpness.
And then I was equally amazed to feel that limpness begin slowly to vanish as my cock started taking a new lease on life. I began wondering if perhaps I wasn't just as insatiable as Kathy had finally seemed to me.
Joanna took my whole reviving cock into her mouth, her lips brushing my curly muff around its roots, then gripped down hard on it with her lips as she slowly pulled my cock outward through those lips. She very quickly had every nerve in my body vibrating.
But I soon found out she hadn't even started on what she had planned for me. Suddenly she switched her feverish mouth's caresses from my steadily reviving cock to my balls. One by one she licked them, then carefully and gently sucked them. Then she sent her hot tongue adventuring beyond my balls, stirring up some delightful sensations for me there.
A technical virgin she certainly had been, as I of all people well knew. But it was abundantly obvious that her mouth and tongue had all the experience her cunt had lacked before we met.
Then as if to prove it, her hot tongue licked right across my startled ass-hole! Lord! Not that I'd never had that done to me before, of course, but I've never had it done often enough so that I've ever come close to getting blase about it.
Then Joanna switched her caresses back to my balls. Very carefully she drew one gently into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it and sucked it, building more fresh sensations. Not anything intense, but mighty pleasant. She switched to my other ball, creating more pleasure.
Abruptly she abandoned my balls and gave me another juicy lick across my quivering ass-hole. I yelled that time. And as the yell came from me, I got an even greater surprise as I suddenly felt one of Joanna's fingers slipping up my ass-hole. Talk about your ass-hole being startled!
Then I forgot my ass-hole's surprise as Joanna's juicy, hot mouth closed again around the head of my cock, which by then had raised to at least half mast. It began reviving even further as she again took my whole cock into her feverish mouth and sent her tongue swirling around the head of it. The sensation she began creating seemed unbelievable, considering the exhausted state my cock had been in only moments before.
Joanna then started applying all the suction to my cock her mouth could muster. But instead of sucking out the trickle of strength that had returned to me since my struggle with Kathy, her fantastic mouth seemed to be sucking fresh strength back into every cell of my body, reviving me at an incredible rate.
But abruptly Joanna's fiery mouth was gone and I felt the cool ocean breeze coming in through the window playing across my steaming cock. I hadn't known my eyes had closed until I opened them and found Joanna looking down at me lovingly.
She murmured, "I just wanted to relieve you of any worry that Kathy may have ... disabled you. If you know what I mean?"
I glanced down along my belly; my cock was standing rigidly at attention again, as hale and hearty appearing as ever, ready, willing, and able to meet whatever demands might be made upon it. Was Joanna wanting to be fucked again? I glanced from my cock up into her watching eyes.
As if reading my mind, she instantly said, "How'd you like treating me to some of your premium quality oral sex, Dore darling? In other words, how'd you like to eat my pussy, give me some variety, something besides fucking and more fucking and still more fucking?"
I chuckled and suggested, "How'd an old bear like to lick his long tongue into a honey tree? Huh? ... Why don't you just lean over me and give me a couple of sweet titties to suck on while I mull your question over? What do you say to that?"
Instantly Joanna was leaning over me, her lusciously ripe young tits hanging right over my mouth. Just the sight of those beauties brought an upsurge of hunger in my mouth which only they could satisfy. I caught them between my hands and sucked both rigid nipples into my greedy mouth. A low moan of ecstasy sighed out of Joanna. Her feverish cunt came grinding down upon my revived cock. As they came together, a delicious shudder seemed to flash through her entire body.
Joanna started wriggling her ass, grinding her drooling cunt against my cock's fresh hardness. Another trembling moan came murmuring out of her.
But she'd said she'd enjoy having her pussy eaten and regardless of how revived my cock looked, I felt a breather would do him good. I put my arms around Joanna, pulled her close and rolled her over on her back.
I pulled her ass over to the edge of the bed, raised her knees and hooked her heels out on either side of her ass, spreading her legs and her cunt open wide. Then I went off the bed and down on my knees on the floor beside it. I leaned in between her legs and licked around her bellybutton. Her fingers fastened in my hair lovingly, a sigh of pleasure rippling softly out of her.
I kissed and licked a meandering course from her navel downward over the velvety soft, creamy smooth skin of her lower belly. My tongue felt muscles beginning to ripple and knot with anticipation under that lovely skin. That pleased me.
And my revived cock began feeling not only hard but increasingly excited.
My mouth came to the upper boundary of Joanna's silky cunt-hair. I felt more muscles under the skin of her lower belly tying into knots, which pleased me, knowing as I did so well how much pleasure that knotting of belly muscles creates.
I kissed and licked my way from one side of that silky boundary to the other. Joanna's breathing became noisy and ragged. Sound of her labored breathing was erotic as hell. I began wondering whether my cock hadn't had long enough of a rest?
Then I remembered what Joanna had said about wanting to enjoy some variety, wanting her pussy eaten just for a change from all the fucking we'd been doing. I decided my revived cock had better wait after all, before being given an opportunity to do his stuff.
Joanna suddenly spread her upraised knees even more widely, an obvious invitation, urging me in body language to kiss my way right on down into her open cunt. But I felt she'd get a far greater charge if I made her wait a little longer, giving it a chance to build, to become more intense.
I jumped my mouth from her belly to an upraised knee. A low sigh of disappointment ran out of her as I started kissing and licking her inner thigh just below that knee. She wriggled her sweet ass, pleading with me in body language not to force her impatient cunt to wait.
I ignored her silent plea. Unhurriedly I began kissing and licking my way down her inner thigh. As my lips and tongue slowly approached her feverish cunt, Joanna's ass began wriggling again.
She began moaning steadily. Indescribable!
When I sent my tongue licking wetly into her velvety hot groin, Joanna sent her ass shooting upward clear off the bed, trying desperately to find my mouth with her sizzling cunt. Her dewy cunt-curls brushed my cheek. I could feel the heat her feverish cunt was radiating. I felt her whole ass trembling with pent up anticipation.
But I decided to pick my own time and took my mouth's caresses to her other thigh. I licked into that other velvety crease where thigh joined trunk.
From there I suddenly took my mouth to the crack of Joanna's delectable ass, thrusting my hot tongue into it so deep the tip of it licked wetly across her surprised ass-hole, which jumped and puckered, trying to draw inward. But I was relentless, sending my tongue licking across her trembling ass-hole again, just as she'd done to me. For good measure, I started flicking the tip of it around and around that sensitive target. An anguished moan came gushing breathlessly out of Joanna.
I kept it up. Abruptly Joanna's moan raised and became a wailing cry. A moment later that sharpened into an ecstatic scream, just as I felt the muscles of her ass-hole begin pulsating mightily. The same furious pulsations began shaking her entire lower belly, including her luscious cunt.
A strange feeling of gratification flashed through me with the knowledge that I'd blasted Joanna off into orgasmic space without yet having even touched her actual cunt. Much less her clitoris.
I kept on working on her ass-hole as it bucked and quivered with the powerful pulsations, giving her no respite. I was curious to see how many orgasms I could trigger without touching her clitoris or cunt, her real centers of sexual stimulation.
Watching her, listening to her moans and cries of ecstasy loaded with near-anguish, and feeling her body shake with the pulsations of her coming was erotic as hell. My cock not only was stiff now, it was tingling again with snowballing excitement.
By the time Joanna's ass-hole stopped pulsating at the end of her fourth consecutive orgasm, her entire ass-hole was slippery and saturated with my saliva. So I slipped my thumb into her ass-hole and my forefinger into the lower end of her cunt, bringing a startled gasp out of her. But she immediately wriggled her ass, letting me know she enjoyed my move.
In the wall of membrane between cunt and rectum, I found the cable of nerves which is a source of so much sensation for many women when gently caressed. Joanna groaned, long and waveringly, and wriggled her ass again when I began stroking it between thumb and finger tips.
While thumb and finger continued that caress, I lowered my mouth again and licked wetly through both feverishly hot groins. Each time my cheek brushed her dewy cunt-hair.
Unexpectedly Joanna's fingers caught me by the hair, then began pulling my mouth toward her fiery cunt. She acted so desperate I didn't have the heart to resist. I let her bring my mouth to the open, burning lips of her steaming cunt. Suddenly I planted my mouth over her hungry cunt and sent my tongue shooting as deep into that sweet pussy of hers as I could make it reach.
A wavering scream came out of her. Her whole lower belly swelled and became rigid with knotted muscles. I started licking in and out of Joanna's sweet cunt as rapidly as I could work my tongue. Meanwhile, I found her rigid little clitoris with the tip of my nose. A slight movement of my head was all it took to make the tip of my nose stroke it while my tongue continued darting in and out of her sensitized cunt.
Almost immediately Joanna screamed again and her whole lower belly began shaking with a fresh storm of powerful pulsations as she came again. The muscles of her cunt milked away relentlessly at my tongue and finger. The muscles of her ass-hole worked furiously around my intruding thumb. Her tiny clitoris pulsated against the tip of my caressing nose. It was indescribably erotic. My tingling cock had completely forgotten its recent fatigue. It was aching to be sent into the game, to be thrust into the very thick of the fray in the pulsating depths of Joanna's blazing cunt.
But no substitute was needed here. I kept on thrusting my tongue into Joanna's furiously pulsating cunt greedily, straining to shoot it into her deeper than it had ever reached before. Hungrily I lapped up and sucked in her hotly flowing cunt-juices.
Joanna's hand clutched my hair. She pulled my mouth to her pulsating cunt harder. Another scream of ecstatic anguish struggled from her strangled throat.
That orgasm finally ebbed, but before it entirely ended Joanna screamed and went blasting off into new orbit. When that orgasm began to ebb, I switched my lips and tongue from the entrance to her sizzling tunnel of love to her still pulsating clitoris.
As I sucked it in and began licking it, Joanna went screaming away into yet another orgasm, sounding for all the world as if someone was killing her. And that's what anyone within earshot outside the house would surely have thought. But at the time I'd become so caught up in our mutual passion that I didn't even think of such a danger.
Instead I continued my caresses relentlessly. As that orgasm started to ebb, suddenly I felt a tremendous shudder shake Joanna's entire body. Instantly that was followed by the powerful surge of pulsations of yet another intense orgasm. Joanna's sweet ass was wriggling as frantically as a desperately fighting trout trying to cast the hook threatening to end its struggle for survival.
When that orgasm began to ebb, I thrust my free hand up along Joanna's side and found her tit. I closed thumb and forefinger upon her taut nipple and began rolling it between them and pulling it gently. All the while my other thumb and finger were continuing their caresses in her ass-hole and cunt, while my mouth kept sucking and licking away steadily at her clitoris.
Joanna surprised me by suddenly clamping her hot thighs against my cheeks. She locked her legs together behind my head, pinning my mouth against her cunt. Fresh storms of pulsations thundered through it, driving a shrill scream from her. My face was pulled in against her quaking cunt so tightly I felt in danger of being suffocated.
It seemed the appropriate time had come to allow Joanna's sanity to return. I slipped my thumb and finger from her ass-hole and cunt. I stopped sucking and licking her clitoris, even if I couldn't get my imprisoned mouth away from it, trying to avoid doing anything that would excite her further.
But for a while it seemed as if her own momentum might be enough to keep her orgasms triggering. But she finally stopped coming and went limp. As her legs relaxed their hold, I pulled my face clear of her still feverish cunt and filled my starving lungs with cool, fresh air.
As that moment I heard Kathy's voice suddenly announce, "Well, I've decided one thing, for certain. Those grand dames of our sorority can take their hitchhiking trip around Europe and shove it! I'm going to stay here with you, Dore, where the real excitement and educational adventures are!"
Alarm jangled through me. Two teenage mistresses?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A TRIP TO EUROPE, naturally! That's what two lovely teenage mistresses deserved.
I felt a trifle smug as I checked into the best hotel in Paris. I had no business in Paris, actually. My business was in Berlin, Madrid, and Rome.
But Paris was where the girls' charter plane had landed and the group had split up to go their separate ways. So I'd wired ahead here, making reservations for them and for myself in adjoining rooms. We'd do Paris together for a few days. Paris in the springtime, you know, and all that? It would be something Kathy and Jo would always remember. And remembering it, perhaps they'd also remember me?
After Paris, they'd fly on with me to my various business appointments and wind up seeing far more of Europe within a few days than any of the others in their sorority group would manage to see in weeks. And the very best part, they'd both seemed to think, was that they wouldn't have to fuck a single stranger, like the others would, to finance their tour. The very best part, actually, seemed to be the idea of putting something over on the older members of their sorority. That had been the part they'd both really gloated over.
When I turned from the reservations desk, there hurrying across the lobby to me came my two young lovelies. They flew into my eager arms together, kissing and hugging me as if we'd been separated for days or even weeks, instead of a mere matter of hours, since their plane's departure from the states a scant two hours ahead of mine. But it had seemed longer, even to me.
All the way up to the suite they chattered ceaselessly, acting strangely hyperactive and keyed up. When we were at last alone together again, I asked, "Well, what have my two darlings decided they would like most to see first, of all the sights and attractions available in Paris?"
Instantly, without the slightest hesitation, they chorused, as if they'd rehearsed it, "The only thing in Paris that's really important for us to see ... is dear Dore's delectable dong!"
That's exactly what they said, I swear it on the sweet cunt of a virgin. It seemed incredible. I stared at them incredulously, certain it was a put on.
Then they came at me, four hands unfastening clothes, pulling them off me. In one minute flat after I'd locked the door of my suite behind us, they had me peeled, stripped stark naked. And both of them were tearing their own clothes off like they had some kind of bet on about which one could do her strip fastest. You never saw tits flying and asses bobbing like they were around that suite for about a minute.
Then Kathy and Jo both stood before me as naked as I was. And two such visions of feminine lusciousness few men have ever been lucky enough to feast their eyes upon. But I still couldn't believe they both were more interested in enjoying more sex with me than in anything else Paris had to offer.
I said, "You two've got to be kidding! We couldn't've stayed home and done this."
"But here you won't be risking a jail term if we got caught," Kathy piped up brightly. "You can relax more, so you'll be able to enjoy fucking us more."
"Or 'able to enjoy more pleasure from it," Joanna chimed in, "because you'll be able to feel more relaxed while you're fucking us."
"Besides, we're supposed to find someone to fuck to earn all our expenses," Kathy reminded, her eyes shining with a strange brightness, "so we've got to earn some expense money before we have the price of seeing any sights."
"And besides that," Joanna declared seriously, "we've both missed you so much we can hardly stand it!"
I opened my arms and they both rushed to me, pressing their luscious nakedness against mine.
My cock was standing up so rigidly before my belly he seemed almost ready to sprout wings.
With our arms twined around each other, we started toward the bed without a word being spoken about it. As we went, my cock swaying back and forth as it thrust out ahead of us, leading the way, I suggested, "We are in France, after all, so what do you say we start this off with a French-style menage?"
"How on earth would that work?" Joanna demanded.
I shrugged, explaining, "How else? ... I eat one of you, that's French style. One of you eats the other while the other does me."
Instantly Joanna protested, "That lesbian scene's for the birds. I'll volunteer to have you French me while Kathy goes first on your joystick, like we did that other time. Then she'll get it French style from you while I fly on your joystick. We'll all get lots better kicks that way."
"I second the motion," Kathy piped up.
I hardly got myself flattened upon the bed before Kathy was astride me. She swung her beautiful tits back and forth, letting the nipples brush my lips.
I caught those incredibly ripe young tits between my hands and pressed them together. I drew both pink nipples into my hungry mouth together, bringing an instant moan of pleasure out of Kathy.
She dropped her sweet ass on me hard, slamming her steaming cunt down upon my cock. She ground them together while I licked and sucked and nibbled her titties. Her moans kept growing louder.
Suddenly she raised herself, opening a space between our bellies. A hand went for my cock and gripped it. She began stroking the head of it back and forth against the shaft of her rigid clitoris, at the same time pressing her tits down harder against my mouth. Her moans were becoming like low cries of pain.
Abruptly she switched my cock from her clitoris to the lips of her cunt. Those steaming lips gripped it. Her ass came thrusting downward. My rigid cock went plunging into her hotly slippery cunt to its roots.
Her cunt's sheath clung caressingly to the rigid shaft of my cock. It fit me like a finely tailored glove, as if she had been made for me alone. Long years before, however, I'd made the discovery that the perfection of the fit a woman's cunt makes with almost any normal-sized cock slipped into it provides one of the most universal delights about the coupling of a man with a loving woman. The great mystery is how one cunt can so frequently give a whole variety of men that feeling of a special fitting with their individual cock, that illusion of exclusiveness for them and them alone, although the woman may regularly indulge in a goodly number of couplings with different partners. I can't explain it, but I know it's a fact, a reality, so I'm not deceived by the feeling. But in Kathy's case, as well as Joanna's, my cock did happen to be the only cock their sweet young cunts had yet been fitted to. So for once the feeling Kathy's cunt gave me was bona fide.
Kathy began bobbing her sweet ass over me, stroking my cock in and out of her tightly clinging cunt while I gobbled greedily away at her luscious young tits. But I hadn't forgotten Joanna. When our coupling was working smoothly, without letting up for an instant on Kathy's tits twisted my head until my eyes located Joanna.
I discovered her pacing, obviously so hot she was nearly ready to climb the wall. As she paced, her burning eyes were fixed upon Kathy as she rode me.
About that same instant, my cock discovered the beginning of a change in the inner surfaces of Kathy's cunt, a signal that she was rapidly approaching orgasm. I pulled my mouth away from Kathy's tits.
Her eyes popped open with a look of alarm. "Time Joanna joined us," I told her. "The way you're building, if we wait much longer to put our menage a trots together, it'll be too late to bother. You'll be coming."
"I'm already so close I can't wait!" Kathy protested, her words coming in breathless gasps.
I gestured to Joanna, urging, "Hurry!"
Joanna needed no second invitation. She'd done this before, so she needed no directions. All she needed was release for her dammed up passion. I didn't even have to remind her to reach back and take my mouth's place teasing Kathy's tits.
As Joanna's fingers closed upon Kathy's nipples, I felt Kathy resume riding me, stroking my cock in and out of her fiery cunt again steadily. I thrust my tongue into Joanna's sweet cunt as far as I could make it reach. A gasp came gushing out of her, but she kept her hands busy behind her on Kathy's tits.
As a reward for her devotion to duty, I sent my hot tongue licking deeply into her steaming cunt again, drawing another sharp gasp that turned into a groan of pleasure. Then I licked upward to her rigid clitoris.
Joanna screamed as the tip of my tongue stroked along her clitoris caressingly. And her skyrocketing excitement obviously was intensifying Kathy's. Kathy began riding me more wildly and harder, then harder still, beginning to really hammer my cock in and out of her ravenous cunt, her cries rising steadily.
I began sucking at Joanna's clitoris as I stroked it with the tip of my tongue. That brought another wavering, anguished scream from somewhere deep inside her. Almost frantically she pressed her cunt against my mouth harder. She began thrusting her tits against my caressing hands insistently; I began pulling her rigid nipples harder.
With another agonized scream Joanna started coming! Talk about blasting off. She really went into orbit, screaming all the way.
That scream of hers seemed to trigger Kathy. She blasted off too for outer space, screaming just as wildly as Joanna. She began riding me like a wild woman.
Talk about something out of this world! You should try it, having two women up on space shots simultaneously. Wild!
I was too busy to think about what I was feeling myself. A juggler keeping two hot rocks in the air couldn't have been busier.
And just because they were both in orbit, I didn't slack off. In fact I went to work even harder to stimulate each of them, to keep their excitement at orgasmic pitch. And they both kept firing, time after time after time, going from one orgasm right into another without any pause between. They both really had been hotter than pistols.
Then right in the midst of all their screaming and taking on, Kathy suddenly jumped up, jerking my stiff cock right out of her sizzling cunt as she grabbed Joanna's shoulders, yelling, "It's not fair for me to ride his joystick any longer, honey! It's your turn! Come on, trade places!"
Politicians claim trading horses in the middle of a stream is dangerous, but those two made that swap without either of them ending her orgasm. And after the switch, they both kept right on coming one time right after another, exactly like a string of firecrackers going off in sequence. All my life I've heard guys kid about how great they think it'd be to get fucked to death. Well I'm telling you, I was beginning to wonder.
You've heard stories about newlyweds holing up in a hotel room and trying to wear it out? Well, that was sure what those two girls tried to do. They didn't see anything of Paris, and neither of them seemed to give a damn. The more I fucked them, the more they wanted to be fucked, and sightseeing was unimportant by comparison. I lost thirty pounds before we finally landed in Rome.
Our first day in Rome, each of the girls found herself a virile young Latin lover she let start helping me out. I didn't offer any complaints. like the old saying goes, too much of even the best things gets to be just ... too much!
