The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be. called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
The hot New Mexico sun had finally set and the town was coming to life. It was warm and the sky was full of twinkling stars.
Well, everything was working out after all, thought Denise Dowd. She had felt that she had been out-numbered and out-voted when her husband Mac, her sister Lucy, and her sister's boyfriend Gordon had talked her into the New Mexico vacation.
The others had all had good reasons for coming here. Lucy and Gordon were so excited about the three-day rock concert that they were behaving like little kids on the day before Christmas. Mac was devotee of American Indian culture and Standozo, New Mexico, the site of the rock festival was a treasure trove of Zuni Indian craft and culture. He too, was excited and busy all day long going here and there looking and buying.
Denise had not looked forward to staying in the hot desert for two weeks. She was blonde and her skin was sensitive to the sun. The first few days had been difficult because the heat just made her sleepy and her skin seemed to be on fire. She had finally decided to just give in to the sun and lie by the pool at the hotel during the day and postpone all activity until the cooler evening hours.
As a result her skin was turning a warm toasty brown. It was the first deep tan she had ever gotten and she couldn't believe the difference it made in her appearance. Oh, not that she was a homely girl. She knew that her wide-eyed innocent face, slim legs and round breasts were appealing. But the contrast of the dark tan and her sun-bleached hair worked a kind of magic upon the opposite sex and she had never in her life felt so desirable.
When Mac would return from his day of artifact hunting Denise could hardly wait to hear the shower water running. She knew that this was her cue to sit at her dressing table and begin to apply the tanning lotion to her naked legs.
This evening Mac was taking so long in the shower. What was he thinking and doing she wondered. She turned around to look over at the bed and Mac was standing right behind her wearing only his pajama bottoms. His erect penis was pulling all the slack out of the baggy pajamas and it slightly throbbing hardness brushed sensuously against her elbow.
Mac reached around her from behind and squeezed her tightly around the chest, cupping her firm, high breasts with his opened palms. She relaxed again, then leaned her head back on his strong shoulder. His lips touched hers, then clamped hard against her warm softness, one hand left her breast and caressed tenderly the smooth flat plane of her belly. His fingertips teasingly brushed the soft fluffy down of her pubic triangle, she purred a sigh of surrender into his ear, nibbling lightly on his earlobe as his hand inched lower toward the junction of her limply parted thighs. His hand clenched into a fist, pressing her soft yielding legs a little further apart, then opened again as his fingers probed the moist warm furrow of her pussy.
She bit him playfully on the nose, her head back over her bare shoulder, "Mac love, you never seem to get enough of me down there, do you?"
His lips locked wetly on the sensitive flesh of her neck, just below the ear, and she squirmed girlishly to escape the ticklish shivers his kiss was sending along her naked spine. "Never enough of that hot little thing of yours, baby," he growled, "Where do you want it? Right her on this stool ... or back in the bed?"
Denise stood up now and faced him, her full ripe nakedness out-lined in the evening's yellow glow from outside. Her firm jutting breasts pushed into his bare chest as her arms encircled him and pulled his yearning body tight against hers. "Anywhere you want me, lover," she cooed, "But try not to be so athletic this time, will you? Lucy is asleep right next door, and I wouldn't want to be giving my kid sister any ideas. It's hard enough keeping her and Gordon out of the sack together as it is."
Mac's hands on her back smoothed over the fleshy white mounds of her bare buttocks, ivory in marked contrast to her chocolate tan, then kneading the soft warm flesh of her ass, he pinched the tender silky skin between his fingers as he spread apart the half-moons of her tantalizing behind. "Who gives a damn about what she hears? She and Gordon'll be at it soon enough, if they aren't already. I'm just thinking about one thing baby, and it's right there between those pretty long legs of yours."
Denise moaned hungrily as he rolled her from the bedside stool onto the mattress. Her legs came back involuntarily against her breasts, opening up the full fleshy expanse of her pussy and naked buttocks to his caressing finger's.
"Fuck me, Mac ... make this one the best on our trip. One to remember New Mexico by. Fuck me good, darling!"
Mac wasn't the only one who had noticed the sudden transformation in Denise. Her. sister Lucy was even now in her room down the hall gazing at her own body in her full length mirror, comparing it with her older sister's. Of course there were the obvious differences. Lucy's hair was much longer falling down below her waist. It cascaded down over her huge breasts. Lucy pulled her hair away with her hand to look at her right breast. My tits are bigger than Denise's she was thinking.
They were also browner because Lucy had found a secret place out on the hillside behind the hotel where she could sunbath with the top of her bikini removed. She had even had the nerve to remove the bottoms a few times and she was on her way to becoming completely golden all over her velvety thighs. Too bad nobody can see me naked now Lucy thought, smiling to herself in the mirror.
There was a knock at the door and Lucy's heart jumped. That must be Gordon she thought. "Just a minute," she shouted to the door.
She would like to show herself to Gordon, she thought but she knew she couldn't. Gordon was such a gentleman that he had never tried to undress her. She had seen him though quite a few times. When he took her home at the end of a date Lucy remembered him undoing the buttons on his Levi's and gently placing her hand upon his rock-like penis. She had pretended not to look but she did look once or twice and she loved what she saw.
She smiled when she thought how shy Gordon was with her. Perhaps it was because he had been Mac's roommate before Mac had married Denise. Lucy knew how much respect Gordon had for Mac and it showed in the way he treated Mac's young sister-in-law.
Lucy finished tying the strings of her bikini and opened the door to her room.
He stepped inside, ad she was in his arms and squeezing agonizingly close against him before he could close the door behind him. Christ, he's stood it as long as any man could! Only looking at her now was enough to drive him right out of his mind. And now! Holding her like this, alone, just the two of them in this still dimly-lighted room, her skimpy swimsuit scarcely concealing her naked beauty. He knew his promise his vow to her to wait until they could be married. But damn it all, that could be another year away yet! No man could endure this kind of suffering, not even for the woman he loved. "Baby, I've got to have you, now. I
I ... I just can't wait any longer!"
"But Gordon," was all she managed to say, her tiny hands against his chest as he pulled her tightly against him, her long flowing blonde hair framing the innocent glow of her lovely face, her eyes deeply probing his own.
Her hands dropped to her sides as she allowed the tender young buds of her firm breasts to be pressed against his heaving chest. She moaned a tiny sigh as her hands slipped upward around his neck, her lips pressed now wetly against his as he maneuvered her backward and onto, the bed.
His hand went under the bikini top and cupped her young soft breast in his open palm. Then the bikini top was pushed above her breasts and the exposed satiny brown spheres were before him in the evening light, twin luscious globes that quivered under his touch, two throbbing nipples that hardened with youthful fervor as he massaged them with his caressing fingertips. She gasped as he took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his playing tongue obviously setting off an explosion of passion within her blossoming body, blinding her thoughts, her very nerves, to the exploring reach of his hot, excited hand as it slipped upward between her barely parted thighs.
"Oh Gordon please ... we can't do this, darling, oh please," she hoarsely whispered with her sweet warm breath blowing softly into his face as he kissed and sucked at her breasts, fanning the raging hell of lust and desire that had already consumed his hard masculine form and was driving him insane with its intensity.
But he didn't stop ... he couldn't stop. Instead, his probing hands continued to fondle and graze the tingling flesh along the whole length of her body, roving over her flat belly and downward to where her bikini concealed the sparse soft mound of her pubic fluff. He touched her there tenderly, his strong, yet gentle, fingers stroking and teasing her until she became aware of this unsensed invasion. She gasped aloud at the electric sensation of his middle finger slipping slowly inside the legband of her bikini bottom and abruptly into the moist virginal cleft of her now wetly secreting vagina. A wave of incredible feeling rushed over her, causing her to writhe feverishly under his touch, as though a charged wire had been held to her untouched loins.
His prick was swollen beyond belief, his balls crying for release. Goddamnit, he couldn't take it a second longer! It had to be now ... now! He knew she must have heard him unzipping his trousers as he unleashed the thick, blood-filled length of rock-hard flesh; it pressed tightly against the silken warmth of her upper thigh. Immediately he felt her quivering belly recoil instinctively from its alien touch, even as his finger nestled deeper between her legs and into the warm snug shelter of her tight elastically clinging cunt mouth. He could sense the growing, numbing waves of excitement as they coursed through her, feel the abandoned desire grow within her as she tossed her head passionately on the bed. Then, quite suddenly, she lay very still, almost as if hypnotized, physically stilled by the raging pleasurable sensations he knew stormed within her at this instant, she wanted it! He knew she did ... she wanted him fucking it up inside her!
He searched wildly for her hand, found it and guided it to the hot rigidity of his cock, his own hand dwarfing hers and squeezing her tiny fingers around its throbbing hardness. Then, slowly, unsurely, her own fingers tightened around it, feeling it stiffen from her gentle warm touch as he breathed haltingly between the soft mounds of her breasts.
"My God, it's so big, Gordon ... it's ... Enormous!" she whispered softly, holding tight of it's thick shaft, her voice choked with passion. "You're so HUGE! My fingers can barely reach around it, Gordon!"
Then as if driven by some mystical inner force, she began to stroke the strange fleshy organ, massaging the thick layer of outer skin back and forth along the shaft, up and down to the same maddening rhythm he was fingerfucking her with his middle finger deep up inside her tight young pussy. There was no stopping him now, she was ready! She'd even encouraged his advances, he couldn't stop now! He couldn't!
Her whole luscious body vibrated passionately, hungrily, as did his ecstatically hardened cock pressed tightly against her and held in her tiny hand. She squirmed responsively beneath his finger sinking even further into the tiny ring of her pussy's maidenhead, so moist and hot now from the excitement of their mutual caresses. The warm flow seeped from the pouting vaginal lips, so sparsely -lined with her pale brown vaginal fleece, moistening her entire crotch even to the cleft between her round, globe-shaped buttocks. Then, in his intense excitement, it occurred to him that he was about to destroy the still-intact hymen, the symbol of what she had held out so long for their marriage, but she wanted him to. She was ready to be fucked, to made into a real woman! And she wanted him and him alone to do it!
His cock jerked in her small hand at every gentle loving caress she offered, and as he increased his maddening pleasurable finger-thrusts up into her, she quickened and lengthened the pumping of her tightly clenched palm around his throbbing, fleshy shaft, a long, lust-inflated organ that seemed to grow and grow into agonizing painful hardness. She began to whimper and mewl like an animal in heat, moist, slurred whispers tumbling from her half-parted lips as she squirmed frantically against him, almost as if she were trying to slither down his body toward the jerking symbol of his virile manhood that her tiny hand was clutching so lovingly. He thought of the obvious, she wanted him to fuck her now! But no, she couldn't be thinking of that, could she? How could she suddenly give in like this?
But whatever she'd planned, whatever offering of herself she'd dared to make, Gordon ruined all his chances by his next too quick move. He suddenly could restrain his passion no longer, and he rolled over onto Lucy's young inviting, almost naked body. But suddenly she was fighting him, clamping her long naked legs tightly together, her thighs clasping his stiff throbbing cock between them while he struggled furiously to get the hardened tip of his cock up under the thin nylon crotch band and up between the moist pink lips of her pussy.
"Gordon, no, no don't do it, please! Not like this, Gordon, please!" she cried up at him, her teeth clenched as she squirmed and struggled with a reserve of strength he hadn't guessed she possessed, clenching his rock-hard prick tightly as it strained against her upper thigh, its smooth rubbery head with the bikini crotch band pulled aside, brushing the fleshy, hair-lined furrow of her chaste pink cunt.
"Oh God, no ... no...." her voice was a hoarse sobbing plea as she squeezed him harder and writhed like a helpless wretch. He began to feel the rumbling in his lust-swollen balls and his cock began to pump within her clutching fingers while he gasped aloud in uncontrollable frustrated ecstasy.
Oh Christ, it was happening, he was cumming! He grunted and groaned aloud as the thick hot streams of sperm shot from his cock's jerking head, saturating her still obviously excited pussy-lips and its surrounding silky pubic curls. She was drenched up between her legs with the warm viscous liquid, even to the soft inner sides of her white thighs as the steady oozing stream dribbled wetly down between them to the sheet beneath her still hotly squirming buttocks.
Then, his lust spent, he collapsed in overwhelming shame on top of her, breathless and still gasping, nearly sobbing as he realized his youthful impatience and thoughtlessness had probably driven her from him forever. But no, she was cooing into his ear, stroking his head and whispering that she understood, that it was all right, she didn't hate him after all! She still loved him and everything was as before!
Gordon raised himself on his elbows and kissed her tenderly on her cheek, then stared for a long moment into the soft dewy depths of her tear-clouded eyes. He said not another word, but climbed into his clothes and, taking a quick look around to be sure he wasn't seen, tip-toed back into the hall and across to his own room. He wasn't sure what the feeling was he had inside him now, there was a nervous knotting in his stomach, a queasiness like right after a fight you'd almost lost but somehow managed to win ... he wasn't sure how to feel, whether to feel elated, over joyed that she still loved him. Or to feel sick, sick of himself for what he'd almost done. But there wasn't time now ... he had to pack and be ready when Mac and Denise came for him. He only hoped his beloved Lucy could clean herself up and conceal all the evidence of what had just taken place. He heard sounds coming from Mac's room and he quickly closed his own door behind him, anxious to toss his bags on the bed and have this over ... anxious to get back to his own Lucy.
CHAPTER TWO
Well, the first week of vacation is gone, thought Denise as she sat down on the reclining deck chair beside the hotel pool. It was another blazing hot morning in Stanozo. In one week's time her skin had reached a deep brown. She knew it wouldn't do any good to spend another whole day in the sun. Her moist skin was going to start to dry. But there was just nothing for her to do here. She was beginning to feel a little bit bored, the way she was afraid she would feel before the vacation began.
She knew the rock concert would be starting tomorrow. It was all Lucy and Gordon could talk about. They had even gotten acquainted with some of the musicians in the festival.
Lucy and Gordon didn't ask Denise to go out with them and she wasn't hurt. She understood that she was considered a square by her younger sister and she supposed that she was. But she certainly couldn't help it if she didn't like loud rock music and taking drugs. She knew that Lucy and Gordon-were probably off somewhere with their musician friends smoking some grass. She was getting worried that her younger sister was sometimes in bad company, but she also knew it didn't do any good to try to control her actions. She was over eighteen years old and she had always been a sensible girl. If she-got into trouble she would just have to learn her lesson, that's all. At least she was having a good time. And when the trip to New Mexico was over she would continue to have a good time.
Denise on the other hand was afraid of returning home to New Jersey and falling into the same old routine she had followed ever since her marriage to Mac. It wasn't that she wasn't happy, but she had had high hopes of getting away and doing something different for a change.
Now that she was here lying beside the pool, she felt that nothing was really changing in her life. She might really just as well be home watching television. She was lying there watching other people have fun.
The only new person she had met all week was an older woman named Lola Gleason. Lola was a dark large-bosomed woman of about forty-five or fifty, still very attractive to men. Denise knew because she caught the stray glances of the men around the pool; those of which weren't intended for her.
At first the two women talked just to keep from having to make conversation with male strangers trying to pick them up. Then Denise discovered how much Lola liked to talk and so for a few days she had just sat back and listened. It was like listening to a soap opera she thought, just like back home. Only she had to admit that Lola was a bit more interesting than most of those goody-good types in the soap operas.
Lola was married to a fellow named Stew and they had lived in New Mexico for years trying their hand at one thing and another. Stew seemed to have his hands into all kinds of business ventures and the Gleasons seemed to lead a very high life style. Stew's main source of income was real estate.
Lola and Stew had been in this game since 1966, but to Lola, sometimes it seemed a century. First down in the city, then way out in New Mexico, ever since Stew's release from the federal penitentiary in Washington. Seems the government didn't look too kindly on Stew's mail-order business a few years back and decided it was more like mail fraud than, legitimate business. That little vacation at Uncle Sam's expense had been the result of eighteen months of land sales from their base in New Mexico. It seems the investigators took a dim view of selling home-sites with the benefits of country clubs and paved streets, when there was only a seldom-used cow pasture and a sign indicating the future home of Stanozo's country club, plus a rutted dirt road that might have been paved one day. Might have been, that is, if Stew hadn't caught that two year stretch before they really had a chance to spend any of the money. And the sales hadn't been all that fantastic anyway; even before the law moved in they had scarcely paid for the deserted farm they'd chanced on while looking for a place to stay one late afternoon in 1961. That evening was the second night of their honeymoon, if you can call fishing and roaming all over New Mexico in a battered '49 Dodge a honeymoon. Lola had been reeling from the after-shocks of a nasty divorce when Stew came along.
And no Prince Charming he was, cither. But it hadn't mattered then, and it really mattered not at all now. He was a pretty good guy when he wasn't on the bottle, and he had some hidden assets that made sticking to him all the more appealing ... there was that magnificent piece of meat hanging between his legs that he called his cock. Lola couldn't believe it the first time they went to bed; three years of being married to Duane had fogged any memories she might have had of a real man.
But now she had Stew, for better or worse, and as long as that big beautiful lovestick of his held put, she had a home for life. Sometimes she wanted a little better, maybe a little less hung and a bit better looking one for a change. Not now though, too much to concentrate on right here, got to make this deal work. This might be their last chance to make it big and she didn't want to be the one to blow
"But if that doesn't work out," Lola was saying, "there is always the club."
"The club?" said Denise. She was only half-listening co what Lola was saying. She was half asleep and lulled by the soothing rays of the sun on her face and body. She found that Lola was perfectly happy to continue talking as long as she interjected a key word once in a while.. "The club?" she repeated.
"Yes. Didn't I tell you about the club? Well, it's about the nicest after-hours club in the whole area. We bought it dirt cheap back in seventy. Of course, we had to try to fix it up an awful lot. That's where I came in. I've got quite a knack for decorating and I had a great time fixing up that place, giving it just the right atmosphere. Homey, but different, you know, but a little mysterious too. There are three bars in the place and we are adding a fourth, and of course there's a pool, and a billiard room, a movie room, a little ballroom, and every room is completely different from the rest ... but the whole place has an overall atmosphere, you know?"
"Sounds interesting," Denise said, adjusting her sunglasses.
"Of course, I don't really have to go around advertising the place. It's a private club and right now we've got a waiting list for members. Some of the best people in the community belong to the club."
"Mmmmmmm. That's nice," sighed Denise.
"Say, you really ought to come by tonight. You don't seem to be having much fun. Oh, stop me if I get out of line. I don't mean to be nosey or pushy. I just thought you might like to do something different."
"Well, to tell the truth, Mrs. Gleason, I would like to come by but I don't think I could get Mac to come. He's sort of the quiet intellectual type and he just isn't comfortable in night clubs."
"Then you come over by yourself. Be my personal guest. I could use the company, honey."
"No, I'd feel funny just going there by myself. You see, I don't drink and ... well, I'm afraid I'm just very dull company."
"Nonsense," replied Mrs. Gleason. "Oh, I'm sorry," she continued. "It isn't any of my business but I think you might be surprised how much of a good time you could have. This is your vacation isn't it? That's a time to break out of all those old patterns and do something a little bit different."
This was so much like what Denise had just been thinking that she sat up in her chair and removing her sunglasses, she looked Mrs. Gleason in the eye.
"Maybe ... just maybe you're right, Lola."
"Tell you what, honey," said Lola. "Just so you won't feel out of place, Stew and I will hire you for the night as a hostess. You could serve a few drinks, nothing hard, just to keep your hands busy and you can leave whenever you want. We pay good money for hostesses and you could have some extra spending money for the rest of your vacation ... plus, the club members are usually big tippers." Lola winked in such a way that Denise just had to laugh. She might have some fun after all, Denise thought. At least she would have something to tell her friends when she got back to New Jersey. A hostess in a nightclub. And it would give her a chance to wear that long black dress she had brought along and hadn't had a chance to use yet. It would give her a chance to pay for it, too.
"Okay, Mrs. Gleason. If you're willing to go through with it, I'll do it. But I guarantee I'll be the clumsiest cocktail hostess you ever laid eyes on."
"Doesn't matter a bit, honey," said Lola, her black eyes sparkling. "Like Stew always says, it'll be good for business."
CHAPTER THREE
Mac seemed happy that she had found something to keep her busy, when Denise told him that Mrs. Gleason had invited him to her husband's club and he told her to go and have a good time without him. As Denise had anticipated, Mac didn't want to go out and socialize in a nightclub. It just wasn't his style. He was totally involved in some Zuni artifacts he had picked up out in the desert and he was planning on spending the evening at the hotel examining them.
When she walked out of the bathroom in her sexy black evening dress though, Mac just wouldn't let her out of the room and they were soon fucking crazily on the hotel room bed with Denise's shimmering black dress just lifted up over her naked hips, her thin white panties dangling from one ankle and Mac's cock revolving around up inside her hungrily devouring cunt-walls like the mixer on a cement truck. Denise came so heavy and so long she had to lie still and recover for a while on the bed and she almost changed her mind about going out that night.
"No. You go ahead," said Mac with a satisfied gleam in his eye. "You go out and knock'em dead. I'll be right here still going over these artifacts when you get back."
All nightclubs were somewhat exotic to Denise. She just hadn't been in them very often. The desert club had a comfortable look to it though, with lots of knotty pine penciling, and western paintings by Remington, and other western artists. Denis was a little bit afraid that her black dress might be a little too sophisticated for the occasion but she was relieved to see Lola wearing a similar outfit in red.
Lola introduced her to Marie who was to show her where things were and what to do. Marie was obviously an old pro at this, for she handled herself like a cocktail waitress in a crowded nightclub, whirling, laughing bundle of charm and ravishing good-looks. Denise felt a little plain by comparison, but at least she had the satisfaction of knowing she was better looking than Lola. She tried her best to give the job what was demanded, remembering Lola's last minute instructions to be especially nice and friendly and charming with these men as they were VIP's and "good for business."
"Very good, dear," came the unexpected whisper from over her left shoulder, "you're handling yourself like an old-timer." It was Lola, carefully balancing a tray of beers and Gin and Tonics, the only two drinks the men seemed to be drinking. "Just remember not to hurt anyone's feelings by refusing to drink with them. That's most important, you know."
"But Lola," protested Denise, "I don't really drink that much and...."
Lola cut her off with a wave of her bejewelled hand, "Nonsense. I'll tell the bartender to make you something light. How about tomato juice and vodka?"
"Well, I do like tomato juice, but...."
"Then it's settled. Bloody Mary's for you; I'll tell Nick." And with that she was off through the clustered groups of middle-aged men, all slightly tipsy now, reaching that loud and boisterous state 'hat proceeds being really drunk. One of them made a mock grab for her thinly protected buttocks as she maneuvered through the crowd in the narrow room and she burst into squeals of laughter. Denise hoped nothing like that would happen to her, for she wasn't sure if she could deal with it at all. To be sure, she'd never be able to just shrug it off with a giggle like Lola. It seemed so innocent the way she handled it, but Denise was certain she'd lose her poise and maybe do something drastic like dump a drink on one of these old leering men, if one tried to attempt that with her. And that would never do, not at all; she had to keep just one thing on her mind-the money, and this one chance to break her boredom.
She saw Lola explain something to the elderly barman who stood behind a draped table near the back of the room, the doorway she'd come through when she hurried in only two hours ago. The aging black man nodded knowingly, and with an almost invisible motion born out of years of practice, swiftly slipped something from Lola's hand into the pocket of his burgundy jacket. Denise thought it a bit odd, but unimportant, and besides, there was someone tugging at her elbow, anxious for another drink.
"You got a good cold beer for me, honey?" came the slightly slurred voice from a short, heavily built balding man, about fifty, just behind her. He had a body like an oil drum, not fat really, just thick and heavy from head to foot. His shirt was loosened at the collar and his tie pulled open to reveal a hairy red neck and upper chest, the result of long hours in the sun, directing his door-to-door sales force as they canvassed house after house. "And one for yourself, how 'bout it?"
Denise almost instinctively refused, then caught herself, "Thank you, sir. I'll have a Blood Mary, if that's all right."
"Sure, baby!" he roared, slapping her on the back like she was an old war buddy at the battalion reunion, "Anything you like!"
Denise made her way to Nick's station, the beet-faced admirer right on her heels. So close, actually, that he nearly knocked her down when she stopped before the service bar. "Ooops, sorry there, tiger," he laughed, a casual hand across her buttocks before she could even think of protesting. At least, now, that was out of the way. She'd been grabbed at now, touched by one of these strangers; and while she certainly would rather have slapped the crude beast in the mouth, it wasn't all that awful, like she'd built it up to be in her mind. She knew she could deal with it, anyway, so long as their little friendly gestures were no more sinister than that last one.
Nick handed her a cold glass of beer from the tapped half-keg before him, and tall glass of what looked like tomato juice, heaped with lots of ice. "Thank you very much," she smiled weakly, handing the husky man his beer. She took her first swallow; it wasn't all tomato juice, that was for sure. But there was scarcely any taste from the vodka. She remembered hearing somewhere that vodka had no taste, and therefore, was almost impossible to detect on one's breath. That was something, anyway, all she needed tonight was to go home to her waiting husband reeking of liquor.
Her newly-found admirer rattled on about craft, his role in the company, how the executives really knew nothing about running the firm and how the sales force, particularly him, of course, was the real backbone of the outfit. Denise listened politely, not really paying attention, just picking enough of what he said to always manage an appropriate reply, mostly, "isn't that nice." She felt a little better now, almost mischievous in fact; she was starting to enjoy her role in this crowd, it was flattering to be one of three girls among so many men. She wondered if this was the way movie stars felt all the time, surrounded by admiring men, always the center of attention. Her friend, or so he'd want to believe, insisted she have another drink; then somewhere between his heroics in the wars and his wife who never understood him like she should, he ordered still another Bloody Mary. The third one looked thinner, watery, but Denise shrugged it off as club economy, never stopping to think that the paleness was not from water, but from ninety proof vodka. And with her drinking inexperience, three tall Blood Marys or not, was one hell of a lot of liquor. She could feel the warm glow in her stomach, but it was getting stuffier by the minute in the smoke-filled room, so Denise only figured the warmness was due to the heat. The man's hand was on her shoulder as he talked now, and when he reached for his drink, his arm would brush the bulging swell of her breast, pressing hard against the confines of the tight dress. Or was it her imagination? Maybe he didn't really touch her at all. And what if he did? It wouldn't be the first time she'd been touched by a man ... and why did it matter? They were all friends here, weren't they? Wasn't Lola over there by the bar her good friend? Sure, sure as hell! She was just among a bunch of friends, that's all!
Denise was drunk ... she couldn't have denied that, even if she'd wanted to. That last vodka and tomato, juice must have been the one that claimed its toll, for one minute everything seemed perfectly normal, except for an occasional trace of giddiness, and ... whammo! She was still standing, that much she could at least claim. But no, there was another pair of hands where her elbows should have been! Someone was holding her up.
She looked over her shoulder to see who her anonymous benefactor was, but before she could focus on the face so close to her own, the room began to lurch and spin as if an earthquake was devastating the hotel. Faces whirred by, a kaleidoscope of run-together hues and light, a door, a service bar, still manned by the beaming Nick, his teeth as white as the starched shirt he wore beneath his jacket, Lola, standing with the other girl ... Marie was her name, mustn't forget that. She seems awfully nice. Then a relaxing sigh as she sat down with a thud on the edge of an armchair. There was a sensation like pain from her bottom, a pinch maybe, or perhaps she was sitting on something. But who cared? This was a party, right? she asked herself. But she must have been thinking out loud, for when she finished her query, Lola was by her side, smiling still, and words seemed to be coming from her lips, though they were lost on Denise's ears.
Mary Knox caught her boss' eye and gave her a slow nod; she'd followed her orders to the letter, had watched the new girl, kept an eye on her until she was sufficiently bombed from the double Bloody Marys Nick had obediently poured her. Damn, she wondered, how does that chick keep her head up? She's had enough liquor to drop a good-sized man, but she's still going strong!
She wondered why Lola was taking this new approach, bringing in a girl who doesn't especially know the score. It all seemed rather risky to her, since it was easy to find girls who needn't be tricked. There wasn't anything so special about this one, she assured herself; there's not a thing there I haven't got! I wonder how she'll perform ... looks like a bit of an amateur to me. It'll be damned interesting to see what happens when the excitement beings ... and judging from the looks of things, it's about time now.
Lola was whispering something in one of the men's ear; he suddenly brightened, his eyes gleaming, an eager grin across his face. "Honey, you're goddamn right we would! I thought you'd never get around to asking!"
Denise heard him yelling to the others, watched through blurry eyes as they all moved toward Lola and the man she'd singled out, but it failed to register on her numbed senses what was happening around her. There were more voices ... loud bellowing laughter and catcalls...."Let's go!!"
She looked around ... there was no one holding her up now and she leaned against the soft cushioned back of the armchair. Suddenly there were others ... men standing around her. What were they saying? It doesn't make sense, any of it ... why can't I hear what they're saying?
Her lips parted as if to speak, but not a word came from her throat. She started to get up, pulled herself off the arm of the chair with both arms ... more faces, more laughter ... everything spinning again. First here, then over there ... the whole room and everyone in it turning slowly end over end, then back the opposite way. Oh God, what's happening to me ... I can't think, I can't move.
There was a ripple of excited laughter and commotion coming from the end of the room opposite the doorway to the hall. Denise looked up, blinked her eyes to focus, there was another door there now, opened, where nothing had been before. And the men were standing around it, laughing and pointing inside.
I've got to get up, got to see what's going on ... a pair of strong hands lifted her without warning...."Looks like you need a little help there, sweetheart!"
A figure was in the doorway, a woman's figure, her eyes slowly zoomed into focus on the center of everyone's attention. It-was that other girl, that's who it is, it's Marie, that nice friend of Lola's. What's she doing, why is everyone staring at her? Denise's liquor-soaked brain cells were as useless as sponge; she could see, could hear, but no amount of trying could put the two together and make some sense out of what was happening.
"Well, how about it fellas?" came Lola's voice from somewhere. "Wanna see some more of this little doll?"
Denise moved closer, felt hands on her body. But it wasn't real, it was if they were touching someone else's body, as if she weren't a part of this person at all. "C'mon baby! Let's see it all!" came a scream in her ear.
She was only a few feet from Marie now, close enough to the beautiful dark-haired girl to touch her. My God, what's she doing, why is she taking off her clothes?
Denise braced herself against the doorway as Marie entered the tiny hall outside and backed into another opened passage, a door opening onto a luxuriously appointed suite, complete with an immense king-size bed and a pair of leather sofas that faced toward it. The men followed her now into the suite like rats after the Piper, there was a steady din now of shouts and enthusiastic yells ... Denise's head hurt from the noise, but she couldn't move herself away. She was mesmerized by the spectacle before her; though she couldn't yet understand it, it held her as if by magical force. An arm was around her waist ... she managed to tell the stranger to take his hand away from her, but the urge, and the will, was quickly lost in the haze of alcohol numbness that had her whole being in its grip.
Marie's dress showed off well the golden bronze tan she'd managed on her days off from modeling, her regular job. She was weaving slowly and gently to the music Lola had switched on from the club's taped system. Swaying smoothly and sensuously from side to side, Marie reached for the zipper that ran down the back of the tight-fitting garment. She pulled il down slowly, one arm high over her head like she'd seen the pros do in New York, beginning now ever-so-slowly and teasingly to remove her clothes before these men she'd only met tonight. The men, like Denise, were hypnotized by the brunette's magnetic beauty, her provocative sensuousness that seemed to hold everyone in its grip. The anticipation of seeing the young girl stripped and completely naked charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electricity. Her hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a lustful intensity as the men and Denise looked on. Marie tossed her dark hair provocatively, swirling it across her shoulders as she moved with the steady gut-rock beat of the music.
She eased the zipper to her waist, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to cause an outburst of heavy breathing in the growingly warm room. Her gorgeous breasts seemed to be aching to escape the concealment of her dress and peeking from beneath the sheer fabric in two enticing, softly swelling mounds. One last tug on the metal zipper, and they were free, swaying heavily now as she gently rocked from side to side, deliciously dancing with the polished smoothness of a professional dancer. Every pair of unbelieving eyes was wide with excitement as they watched this incredibly beautiful young girl stripping herself bare for their pleasure. Damn, they would, have paid double the money Lola asked for this! And to think this started out to be a dull, routine evening.
It was fantastic, this beautiful girl stripping herself right before their eyes! And she was no hardened pro, either, they could easily see that. And that thought, just the knowledge that she wasn't some hooker they'd dragged in with a promise of money, was driving them insane with agonizing lust as she peeled to her ripe, full nakedness. And best of all, she belonged to them! Lola's deal was not just for a strip ... this delicious girl was there for the night! Jim Bunt, the balding man Denise had talked to earlier, had maneuvered himself into position next to her again, though this time she was far too drunk to notice. It was his arm now around her waist, his arm that she'd thought of rejecting, but now was grateful for as her knees felt about to buckle beneath her. Jim could feel his cock aching like someone had punched him there, painfully wanting to be unleashed. He tried to imagine what the pussy of the brunette would be like, wet to be sure, and soft and pink inside, tight and hungry, he imagined, voraciously gobbling up the full length of his cock as he fucked it deep up into her wriggling belly.
With one hand, Marie lifted her breast, just enough to feel the voluptuous heaviness, though there was not a trace of sag. They stood taut and there was a dancing movement that seemed to belong to them alone, shivering with the music that blared from the wall speaker, inviting the eager men forward, urging them to take her hard throbbing nipples in their mouths, begging them to answer the gnawing, churning need so apparent in her squirming belly.
Carefully balancing on one foot, Marie tugged the dress down to her ankles and yanked it free, leaving nothing but her tiny sheer bikini panties between the lust-widened eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness. The tiny panties were not nearly enough to cover her buttocks completely; as she spun around to the rhythms, they could all see where the smooth flowing curve of her unblemished, well-tanned back soared inward, dimpled delightfully just above the elastic band of her panties, then swept out. again and joined the arching curves of her firm cresting buttocks. Half of each ivory cheek was revealed beneath the sheer tautness of the panties, a tempting crescent of smooth nearly-translucent flesh that crowded from her tiny undergarment.
Except for the music, there wasn't a sound from the men in the room as she ground her hips back and forth at them like a tigress teasing its prey, daring them to yank the thin filmy garment down over the bulging swell of her hips, over the vee-shaped darkish down at the junction of her thighs, and down along the smooth length of her trimly tapered long bronze legs.
Except for the music, there wasn't a sound from the men. Her eyes closed, her mind reeling as she savored the wicked thrill of dancing nearly naked before all of them, she ran her hands down the full length of her perfectly-formed body, brushing her palms over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, warm now to the touch. Her fingers hooked in the tight waistband of her panties and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full, ripe swell of her buttocks, her back now demurely turned to an admiring audience.
A chorus of gasping breaths went up from the scattered clusters of lusting, salaciously-excited men sprawled around the room as they first caught a glimpse of the young girl's naked ass, and the smooth flesh of her ass-cheeks gleaming in perfect symmetry as she ground her panty-clad buttocks out toward the eager eyes and hands of the men. Slowly, she stretched her panties up and over the firm jutting mounds, stretching them almost to the splitting as they tightened in the crevice beneath the smoothly rounded curve of her ass-cheeks where they joined her milky-soft thighs. She leaned forward, poking out her exposed buttocks at the men, rotating them suggestively back at them in an unmistakable invitation. She reached back with her bare arm and spread the softly yielding cheeks apart, revealing lewdly the tiny puckered circle of her anus. The taut nether ring opened and closed slightly as she tensed, then relaxed, the muscles of her inner thighs and you could hear a symphony of ragged breathing over the raucous din of the music speaker. Eighteen achingly stiff cocks yearned for the tight forbidden-joy of that delicious backside tunnel as she taunted them with it so mercilessly.
Marie's rounded young buttock cheeks rotated on their own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her hips. She turned back around, facing the men now, seemingly mindless of Lola and Denise looking on, Denise's face a mask of confusion. With both hands she lifted the white, pink capped mounds of her full tits, offering them temptingly to the men, invoking now a wail of catcalls and four-letter words as they began to let their breath out again.
She tantalizingly eased her open palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth flat expanse of suntanned flesh, gleaming now like a bronzed statuette from the room's concealed lighting. With her thumbs, she hooked once again the sheer fabric of her panties, nOw covering only the soft triangle of silky pubic curls between her hips and the moist pink furrow below. Her thighs parted as she lowered the flimys garment like a flag of unconditional surrender, exposing the fluffy vee of her pussy curls at the top of her supple thighs. She eased the panties down over her hips and along her bare legs, then stepped out of them and threw them across the room to a tall middle-aged man leaning against the opposite wall. He blushed red as the delicate panties fell into his hands.
"Atta boy, R.B., that's as close as you've come to a pussy in fifteen years!" someone roared, and the room erupted in a bellowing wave of laughter and shouts.
A new electricity filled the air now, a new intensely charged atmosphere of sexual promise engulfed the room and everyone in it; strangely enough, even Denise was aware of feeling something that was different, like a vaporous cloud had suddenly filled the club with some alien gas of aphrodisiac persuasion. The men were all on their feet now, clustered in a tight, crowded ring around the naked girl in the middle of the carpeted floor.
Marie opened her legs wider, giving the eager men an unobstructed view of her warm, unguarded little vaginal passage, her slightly puckered pussy-lips moist with her own love-juices as they leaned far over for a better look. She leaned backward, nearly touching her head to the floor as she tossed her head wildly, from side to side, swirling the thick hair around her in perfect union with the music, her dance more frenetic now as she wrapped the eighteen men into her woven spell.
With a teasing grin, more like a schoolgirl than a woman, she brought her hands from behind and then down caressingly over her body, over the full swell of her hips, and into the warm crevice between her thighs. Her fingers spread the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back, and the men hurried to one point of their circle to gaze longingly into the hot moist tunnel of her cuntal sheath.
"Well, fellas, are you going to keep the pretty thing waiting?" Lola asked over the babble of hoots and eager cries. Marie placed both hands on her hips, a pouting, questioning look on her face.
"Hell, no!" came the chorused reply, almost as one voice. And at least a dozen pairs of hand reached out at the young woman's naked body; fingers caressed the ripe firm mounds of her bare breasts, tweaked the pink jutting nipples as they throbbed from her excitement. Her eyes were closed, her lips half-parted as a half-dozen eager arms lifted her bodily onto the bed.
"Take it easy boys," warned Lola, starting to unzip her own dress a several of the men stared hungrily in her direction. "There's plenty around here for everybody!" And in an instant, she too was naked, stripped down to her bare flesh, her huge breasts bare and proud. She started toward the other room, the second half of the twin suite, and five of the lust-maddened men followed her.
Swept along like driftwood, Denise, in the tide before she knew what was happening, felt hands touching her, probing, fondling her indecently. She tried to protest, but a pair of hot moist lips suddenly came from nowhere and clamped suffocatingly onto hers, stifling any cry she might have managed. There was something hard and unyielding against her legs ... she felt a falling sensation and suddenly she was on her back, the ceiling above her rocking slowly back and forth as the bed beneath her shook from the unaccustomed weight. She was afraid ... not because she could comprehend a reason to be, but because something far down in her unconscious, some faint, nearly unheard tiny voice, was telling her she should be ... the sensation seemed to grow, as fear, not of her own making shivered through her body.
Oh God, what's happening to me? Why can't I think clearly ... why don't I know what is going on? Oh God, help me! I don't know how to stop this dream ... this crazy, crazy dream!
CHAPTER FOUR
Denise had never before been so helpless. She would have been damn terrified but she was completely numb. She could just barely feel her feet on the floor one moment and then being coaxed along like a small child who suddenly tires while on a shopping trip with its mother. Then she heard the whirring sound for several moments before she even wondered what it was. Was she in an airplane? No it must be an elevator.
Soon she was in a very dark cool place. A cave, or at least it felt like a cave or a cellar she used to play in at her grandmother's house. Oh, how she wished she were at her grandmother's house. If she couldn't be there she would dream she was there, she wanted to be a child again at Grandmother's house....
Her eyes closed, she felt a warm hand tugging at the elastic of her bra ... then the tension across her welling breasts eased and the undergarment came free, sliding over her bare arms, guided by someone she couldn't see. The slight chill on her naked breasts sent a shiver along her sping and she tried instinctively, to shield the sensitive ivory globes from the sudden gust of air, but something, someone, restrained her arms, held her immobile on the bedding as other hands, other fingers, touched her body.
"The panties, Sam, get the panties," a voice shouted to the pair of hands closest to her nearly-naked body. Powerful fingers tugged at the tiny sheer garment, she felt herself lifted bodily from the mattress. Caressing, fondling touches along her bare belly, masculine hands over the curve of her hips, a brief, almost frightened, exploratory prod at the fluffy down now exposed at the base of her smooth young belly. She offered no resistance as the panties eased quickly down her long bare legs ... she was now completely naked, stripped of all protection in a room with five men she'd never seen before this night. She looked around, tried to make sense of what her eyes could see, of what her ears detected ... somehow through the drunken veil that had shrouded her brain, she was sensing the strong surging tide of hesitation straining to escape her unconscious, but it was as if a chorus of a thousand voices was trying to make itself heard over the roaring din of a hurricane ... the feeling was there, and strong it was, but there was no use ... the unaccustomed strong liquor had felled its victim with practiced ease. But something was wrong ... even in her condition she could sense that the sights her eyes were sensing were not right. And then it hit her ... the men, the strangers that were all around her with wide eyes and smiles across their faces ... and Lola, her friend, her only real friend here ... they were all naked! Everyone was stripped to their bare skin!
An alien hand touched the sensitive white flesh of her inner thigh;" instinctively, she tried to clench her legs closed, to ward off this intruder. But other hands, other hungrily clutching fingers, held her nakedly stripped body as the faces in the dim light wanted her. A light, fondling caress of her naked buttocks, slightly upturned now as her legs rose weightlessly in the air....
Six pairs of hands, five strong and masculine, one soft and feminine, lifted her from the mattress ... she felt suddenly very dizzy again, a merry-go-round of whirling shapes and colors ... what's happening to me? What are you going to do to me?
She was on her belly ... wait, there was a pressure on her bare shoulders, the weight of a man's palms on her back ... she was lifted in the middle, bent in half like a burned match. Her weight was on her knees and shoulders now, her breasts against the coolness of the bedding, the firm white globes of her naked buttocks high in the air, stripped and vulnerable, exposed to whatever lascivious indignities these men wished to add to her confused subjugation.
"Get those pretty little ass cheeks open, honey!" came a male voice from somewhere behind her, "And give daddy a big kiss with that hot little pussy!" His off-color humor brought howls of laughter from the other men, and through the haze that blocked her thoughts, Denise could see them around her their hungrily excited faces, their nakedness, two crouched on the bed beside her, their heavily throbbing cocks draped like rubbery hoses along their bare thighs. Three were standing and endless few feet away, their voices, their laughter, even their unclothed bodies a melange of confused shapes and sounds.
She snapped as if stung by a thousand hornets an instant later as cool fleshy lips made electric contact with the vulnerable, unguarded warmness of her nakedly upraised pussy lips. A large wet tongue probing and licking over the soft, fragrant flanges of her curl-fringed vaginal crevice, and again she tried futily to squirm her nakedness away from this wanton invasion.
"No, no ... you can't do this ... I won't ... no, please!" she managed before the liquor struck her dumb-once more, and all she could manage wasa low, gurgling cry of submission and a vague feeling of shame for kneeling here stripped completely naked in front of so many strangers.
"Why don't you save that big teasing tongue of yours for later, lover?" It was a shriller voice, softer and less tensed by the excitement of this young girl's writhing nakedness. "I've got something better here ... she'll be up the wall before you know it if we use this on her. How about a volunteer?" Lola asked, standing at the foot of the huge bed with a cool detached look, like that of a matron in some cheap Tijuana whore house, her ample fleshiness, though far from unappealing, in marked contrast to the firm, ripening youthfulness of the nude girl held securely on her knees before her.
"Give it to me, Lola, baby," said a dark-complected muscular man at Denise's right shoulder. His thick penis swung lewdly from his hair-matted loins as he crawled into position behind the girl's helplessly squirming buttock-cheeks and it seemed to harden with a mind of its own as Lola brought her play toy out of concealment and handed it to the lewdly grinning man. It was long and erect, maybe eight inches, and clearly formed from soft spongy rubber in the shape of a well endowed man's cock. "I've been waiting a long time to use one of them myself." Lola smiled at the others. "Saw one in a stag movie just last fall, up in Frisco and it drove a well-seasoned whore right up the wall!"
A ripple of heightened fervor rumbled through the eager onlookers as one of their own, crouched at the young blonde's nakedly exposed vagina, holding the rubber device just inches from the pouting, hair-lined slit of her quivering young pussy lips. Denise behind her, felt an inanimate touch on the super-sensitive lips. Something she couldn't understand was pressed against the moist pink folds at the curl-concealed opening to her unprotected cunt. There was another motion there as she felt a thumb and forefinger spread the furrow wide and she tried to twist her head to look back over her shoulder and see ... a shriek of nervously excited laughter from the men and encouragement from the softer voice.
"Ooooojhhhh ... no, no! Stop it, please! Aaaaagggg!" she screamed a split-second later as the vibrator was switched on, its buzzing cock-shaped head pressed firmly up between the pinkly stretched flanges of her moistly quivering young vaginal slit, tormentingly against the delicate throbbing bud of her. The hardening fleshy nodule came alive, growing erect like a miniature penis as the vibrating shaft buzzed against the nerve-filled bud. "I can't stand it ... oh, please, I can't take it! Stop, please!" she cried, writhing frantically to escape the deliciously-taunting whir of the fantastic device but the hands that gripped her arms and legs held her securely to the mattress. A pair of sweating palms coursed over the soft bare flesh of her breasts, quivering now as she fought to escape the unbearably pleasurable assault on her naked loins: male fingers tweaked the fragile tips of her young pink nipples, squeezing them as they throbbed and pulsed between strange eager hands. Her anguished cry was shortened by the increased pressure of the magically vibrating machine against the throbbing bud of her cuntal slit, sending a bone-shivering wave of forced pleasure racing through her body and up along the full length of her naked spine. She was weak and strengthless, supported now partly by Lola and partly by one of the men; his fully-erect cock pulsing with blood from his lustful excitement a few scant inches from her face. Her head was turned to one side now so she could see its heavily pulsating hardness as the others held her shoulders pinned tightly down to the bed.
Her whole being seemed to radiate from the wondrously chilling touch of the alien device buzzing teasingly against her v upturned cunt-lips. She could feel, see, sense, nothing around her ... only the fantastic shivers of ecstatic frenzy this toy was sending up through her belly. Then, weirdly she felt the warm sexual juices of rising passion begin to seep, unavoidably, from the smooth still-untouched walls of her vagina. She tried to fight it, but there was no hope, not a single muscle of her nakedly quivering body would respond to her mind's command of resistance, not an ounce of her flesh heeded anything save the exciting, wickedly wonderful sensations that emanated hotly outward from her defenselessly spread loins.
"Wow, would you look at that!" the man holding the vibrator hissed to no one in particular. "She's going crazy from this thing! Look at her hot little pussy suck in at it! Man, she needs a real cock in her now!" Denise heard the words, pieced them together so that she knew the coming intrusion they so lewdly suggested; but it made no difference now. Nothing lay between her and the deepest wanton depths of being fucked in front of complete strangers ... nothing but a wild, careening downhill slide into lewd adulterous ecstasy with no way out. She was burning like wildfire back up between her nakedly wavering buttocks ... and there was nothing on earth she could do ... or wanted to do to stop it.
Her mind flashed to her husband, dear sweet Mac. Alone at home now, watching television or inspecting his relics, mindless of this salacious spectacle his heretofore true young wife had somehow become involved in. There were a few rational sensations whirling around now in her blurry thoughts; vaguely she was becoming aware of the obscene sensual things that were happening to her and around her. Oh, Mac, my darling Mac, I didn't know I'd get like this tonight ... how could I have known. Oh, Mac, please, please forgive me for letting these men fuck me like they're going to, honey!
Quivering tides of wanton passion, wave after wave of anguished desire, were crashing into the knotted pit of her belly from the lust-inspiring touch of the relentlessly whirring cockhead against her moistly hair-lined vaginal furrow. Her eyes were tightly closed, her head lifted back almost touching her shoulders, her long blonde hair loose and spilling over her naked skin as she squirmed her nakedly exposed curves from side to side, a long low guttural moan escaping her half-opened lips. Lola was still holding her, obviously enjoying the spectacle of this young naked girl being dragged for the first time down into the wild uncontrollable depths of sexual depravity she'd known herself for so long. It made her feel good to see this snooty young bitch like this ... she'd resented her upper-crust snottiness since she'd first walked into the hotel. It wasn't fair, a wet-nosed little cunt like this having money and her fancy big city manners ... hell, she's worked and slaved like an animal all her life for what she had now.
Yeah, it's sure gonna be goddamn nice to see one of you country club bitches get gang-fucked good ... wiggle, you hot little slut! Squirm that glittery-golden little ass of yours around and scream for it! You'll get just what that hot little, goody-goody cunt of yours has always needed ... the fuck of a lifetime.
"Turn her over flat on her upper-class little back boys, and spread her wide," she smiled. "I'm gonna bring in someone who'll give you the show of your lives with her!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Hermanos Cortez had noticed that beautifully tanned blonde when she had entered the Desert Club. He watched her for some time as he leaned his large frame against the bar thinking to himself, Jesus, I've got to get up under that classy broad's dress. He had been in the United States for only a few years after graduating from the University of Mexico and in that time he had seen some wonderful things but this smooth-skinned woman was the one thing that made Hermanos honestly glad that he had left his native Mexico for a stay in the States.
He had been hurt when she had ignored his offer for a drink. Was she just aloof, or didn't she like Mexican men? She was talking to some of those middle-aged businessmen, with their fat haunches, why wouldn't she talk to him?
Then he lost sight of the blonde. He felt very disappointed but he didn't know what to do.
He started drinking again, but after a while Lola came up to him and asked him to come with her. He had a good idea what she had in mind. He had heard about Lola from men who were regulars at the Desert Club. He hesitated for a moment then he hurried after her.
She led him through a couple of rooms and then into an elevator. His curiosity and excitement were growing, but Lola wouldn't tell him where they were going. When the elevator stopped she just said, "You've got to take off your clothes before we go any further."
Hermanos started to remove his clothes and he saw that Lola was watching him very closely. Then, while he was still unbuttoning his shirt she had gotten his pants down and was working his dark-skinned cock lovingly over with her fingers.
She coaxed him out of the elevator pulling him by his penis as if he were a dog on a leash. Hermanos was fully prepared to go to it with lusty Lola.
But then he saw her. The blonde with the black dress, completely naked now and spread-eagled on a bed surrounded by a group of lustfully leering men.
A sudden feeling surged inside him and he shouted, "Hey, just a moment Senors. I must beg your pardon." He pushed his way into the circle and stared down at Denise as he crawled on the bed between her wide-held legs. Then without thinking he dropped his head down, spread the soft, curl-fringed lips of her vagina with his fingers and licked his tongue hotly up the full length of her nakedly exposed pussy slit.
Denise was trying to think rationally, to clear her head when the thunder-bolt struck, but it was not possible-the harder she concentrated, the duller and dizzier the room and everyone in it became. She felt a pair of hands grab her thighs, just under the knees and lever them back and up, until they doubled back against her chest, crushing her soft full breasts beneath them.
"Oooooh God," she groaned as the movement opened up the whole expanse of her naked young pussy-flanges like a feast before the lusting eyes of the passion hungry men.
Accompanied by a roar of encouragement from the others, Hermanos Cortez, dropped his dark head to her openly spread cunt, again parting the soft, light fluffy down of pubic hair with his index fingers, and flicked his tongue lizard-like up into the moistly waiting warmth. He grunted aloud and snaked the tip of it deeper up between the wet elastic folds. Denise's body now jerked away instinctively as a lightning bolt raced along her naked spine and up through her belly as though a hot live-wire had chanced to brush her loins. Her thighs were held back firmly, preventing her from closing her legs, leaving her pinkly inviting vaginal slit fully open and unguarded, his to caress, to touch at will. She managed to focus on his face and saw him wide-eyed and famished with hunger for her blonde beauty, crouching between her upraised thighs as she gazed open-mouthed down at him between her firmly quivering breasts.
She was ashamed, ashamed now at her weakness beyond words, but powerless both physically and mentally to stop this obscene ravishment of her naked loins and body. Hermanos was grinning, overjoyed at the prospect of kissing and licking this ravishing young girl's fragrant pussy; he enjoyed that sort of thing more than fucking them into submission, he liked to watch what he could do to a reluctant woman with just a swipe of his tongue. He licked his lips in anticipation as the other men huddled in close for a better view of this unbelievable orgy of lewd salaciousness unfolding right before their lus-tbulging eyes.
All the sudden movement, the lifting and turning, Denise was reeling in her own fantasy-land again, only half present in this smoke-filled room, only half aware of her nakedness and helplessness before five faceless men who were waiting their turn with her. Her other half, the ethereal half that struggled to deaden the reality of this humiliation by escaping into a flight of self-induced fantasy, was across town, safe and secure in her marital bed, not naked and vulnerable, but nude and willing, as her beloved young husband, Mac, approached her in the night, eager for the joys of becoming as one beneath the covers. Through half-slit eyes, Denise, in her mind's eye, could see the shadowy form of her husband, not Hermanos Cortez, crouching up between her open legs. She could feel the flat palms of sweating hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret cuntal treasure was open to him to do with as he willed. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered slowly...."Oooohhhhhhh," she moaned as his hot moist lips closed over the softly trembling mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft curling pubic fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still closed aperture, his tongue flicking like the forked probe of a serpent into the moistly quivering flesh.
Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head rolled from side to side on the pillow as the hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering erected clitoris ... the lips sucked hungrily, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, the tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her vagina ... she groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the wet narrow slit, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic -rimmed opening of her hotly clasping vaginal mouth and into the uplifted crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to the tiny throbbing hole of her rectum. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, soft mewling animal moans escaping pitifully from between her tightly clenched teeth.
The swarthy Mexican worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. A feeling of power was in him. Never in'his wildest dreams had he envisioned a girl so lovely squirming under his tongue and completely at his mercy ... and she was loving it, she couldn't stop herself ... her groans drove his tongue faster and it worked its way up and down between her hotly steaming thighs. He wanted her to beg for it when he was ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. She needed it bad now, and this was only the beginning, he secretly remembered all the years of kidding, all the heartless jokes he'd endured from these monkeys through countless long hours of overtime, sleepless nights studying English, and never a word of encouragement, never a friendly pat on the back, not until he'd made it up the steep grade on his own, without the help of any of these self-centered fools. ... and now look at them, standing there with their hard-ons jerking like a bunch of spastic idiots, eager to watch him perform like some kind of collared servant.
He knew how they felt, that he was no more to them than this naked American girl, but it didn't matter ... he'd give them a show all right, he'd show them something they'd never hope to accomplish with their short, almost useless little cocks and their flabby bellies! He'd have this girl screaming in his face, begging him for more of his wonderful prick sunk deep up in her snooty little insides. He'd show them!
He knew she was too far gone now to fight anything he did to her and his mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her into, and the things he could do at will to her limp, passion-wracked body.
He laughed under his breath as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his slick black hair now, guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed walls, ran it fast, licking and flicking at it for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the softly pulsating edges.
He let her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over the now inwardly clenching little hole up between her hungrily squirming thighs.
As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural cry from the girl whose warm soft thighs closed convulsively around his moving head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in a tiny little sucking motion, attempting to pull deeper and deeper into it in a vain effort to quench the flames of raging passion that seared her very insides. It felt as though the nibbling hair-lined mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pushed against the back of his head now, pressing his face into the soft fleshy trap until he couldn't breathe, his nose smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It tasted slightly like male cum also, like someone had fucked her and had cum in her recently ... probably her husband. It incited his penis to a hardness that he could no longer control ... he had to fuck this little blonde bitch now or he would explode all over the mattress, spraying the room with his surging hot flood of cum.
Denise's passion-contorted body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening probe between her legs. God, she'd never remembered her young husband quite like this ... somehow, he was different tonight, doing things to her like she'd never felt before. She'd never remembered him bringing such feelings, such incredible passion-driven feelings from her body.
Her love for him excited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.
"Oh yes, darling," she moaned to her imaginary husband, "you're so good to me, lover, so good!" splaying her legs wider to give him greater-freedom up between them.
The Mexican could stand it no longer. He grabbed her flailing legs and pressed her knees quickly back against her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned asscheeks completely exposed to him.
The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly working, its lips throbbing hotly in open invitation, the wet furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.
Denise could see her young husband hovering over her through the passion and liquor-dimmed eyes. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her openly quivering vagina, larger and thicker than she remembered it. The jerking head of his cock rested throbbing between her wide-spread loins, insinuating itself up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twitch her smoothly curved buttocks up toward it, her hungry cunt searching desperately for its hard blood-filled tip.
She had to have it! She had to have that magnificent thing driven deep up inside her belly before she went insane!
She reached her hands in panic down underneath the grinding cheeks of her own ass and grasped the stone-hard cock. Her tightly closed fists stroked it softly in reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her soft palms and slippery fluid that seeped in tiny droplets from the blood-inflated head. She guided it gently up the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her naked flesh until it was poised between the moistly pulsating flanges of her vagina. She led it there with one hand and placed the other onto her husband's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly.
Hermanos Cortez grinned obscenely above her. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling this squirming little bitch like a tiny insect on his aching cock. But the desire to tease her and her kind for all the times they had looked at him like he was a pile of shit, overcame the desire. This one typified them all, fancy talkers and snazzy dressers, the kind that always looked at him in his second-hand suits and cheap ties like he was garbage. Now he'd show them, he'd show all these cheap bastards that had crapped on Hermanos Cortez on the way up ... now it was his turn to be on top and fuck them back!
Denise felt the thin, hair-fringed lips around her throbbing vagina pushed open. The elastic-rimmed hardness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the lewd insistent pressure. The discomfort was harsh and she mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low groan from deep within her throat as it sunk up inside her a scant inch. He liked that, he enjoyed the way he could hurt her if he wanted to with just his long thick cock as a weapon.
He shoved it again ... a deeper groan ... he wanted to hear her scream for more. But suddenly, he himself could stand it no longer. He rammed forward with everything he had and aided by the slipperiness of her husband's cum from before, sunk his lust-inflated cock all the way up inside her desire-slickened cunt to the hilt. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus that screwed itself deep down into the mattress below attempting to escape the sudden full impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his body, splaying out over the edge of the bed, kicking futilely into the air as the others watched in obscenely rising excitement.
"Mac, darling! Mac! Not so deep at first, not so deep, please!" she groaned, her cock-impaled nakedness pinned helplessly to the bed. With each jerk, the huge, erotically pulsating head seemed to burrow deeper into her. The Mexican's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his wide-spread knees holding her soft thighs split far apart. She felt as though her body was being filled to the bursting point from this giant instrument imbedded deep in her belly. The hot plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its head pressed hard against her cervix, buffeting her head back harshly against the headboard of the bed.
He watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was contorted with the surprise of that first long stab. Her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading incoherent whispers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, vainly attempting to hold back momentarily the blunt hard head that threatened to pressure her in half like a piece of ripe fruit.
She's never been fucked this deep, Hermanos gloated to himself, none of these business guys have even had the meat to show her what a real fucking's like. He looked down again and could see the curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with the soft light fluff of her gently pulsating cunt mound, the base of his thick fleshy rod buried deep into the pink throbbing furrow that his tongue had licked to moist receptiveness a moment ago. He could see the tight little lips of her blonde-fringed pussy stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the dark-skinned base of his excitedly throbbing cock.
He held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this gorgeous little blonde doll impaled under him, with his huge rod buried hard and deep up inside her white little belly. He wished her husband could see her now, the one Lola had whispered to them about earlier, spread-eagled this way with a Mexican making her scream and yell in wild untamed ecstasy. That would set the bastard back a bit ... he was going to give her a cock-fuck she would never forget as long as she lived.
Denise squirmed hesitantly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing hardness of his sudden entry probing insistently at her insides. She flexed her inner thigh muscles tightly to attempt to hold back for a moment the huge invading cudgel so she could adjust to it, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite it more and it wormed its way deeper and deeper up into her vainly resisting passage. The walls of her cringing cunt clasped around it like a smooth, hot butter-filled glove. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its fleshy outline in minute detail to her muddled mind like a telegraph line.
The thing was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the teasingly tickling hairs of the balls dangling down beneath in the crevice of her wide-split ass cheeks were part of her. She was one with it and in spite of the shame of being fucked by a stranger in front of the others like this, her tongue began licking at the wetness of her lips. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious pleasures she tried to resist made their etched mark on her tortured brain. "Oh, Mac, please, I love you, I love you!"
The dark-skinned man felt the slight throbbing pressure exerted against his pussy-engulfed penis. He had waited for it, hovering motionless over her prostrate form patiently, while the others watched with wide eyes and half-opened mouths, until she became accustomed to the thick presence rammed so deep up in her belly. He flexed his cock gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Oooohhh," she moaned, through whitely bared teeth, fighting the fine line of pleasure-pain.
He waited a moment, and flexed again, watching her contorted face below. The mouth hung limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooooohhh," she gasped again as the deeply buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart.
He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his gently moving member inside her.
He could feel hen urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. The wet clasping cunt flesh began a soft opening and closing around his pulsating cock. He did not move but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the deeply skewered blonde beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her low soft grunts of beginning pleasure began re sounding through the silenced room, stirring the lustful loins of each of the hungrily watching men. One of them had his hands on Lola's breasts, his other hand between her thighs. A slow deliberate movement of his fingers up into her cunt accompanied the rhythm the Mexican was setting in Denise's nakedly squirming body on the bed. Lola's eyes were only thin desire-glazed slits, her head tossed back so that her hair brushed down her bare back. Her low hoarse mewl and the soft grunts of the girl beneath the Mexican were the only sounds in the darkened room.
Denise's body felt itself coming to life now. The over-filled feeling up in her belly was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began down deep within her womb and rippled relentlessly out through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across the milky white thighs, up the full length of her wide splayed legs and circled around inside her toes, curling them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. It worked its way up from her now spasmodically contracting belly through her rib cage and out to the hotly palpitating tips of her nipples, which peaked into hardening buds, sensitive to even the touch of the stale, smoke-laden air around them. Soon thin rivelets of sweat rolled down the sides of the full pulsating mounds, wetting the mattress beneath her.
She rotated her hips salaclously from Side to side around the fleshy impaling cock, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic throbbing. The tip felt as though it had a separate heart imbedded in it, so great was the pulsing heat from the swollen head against her cunt walls. She was truly one with it. She and her darling Mac were one nakedly locked mass of sensation, merged magically together by their love. He had crawled up into her openly receiving womb! He was a part of her, a real part.!
The Mexican could hardly contain his glee as he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock hard penis.
The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her pink hair-lined slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffeting her soft pubic fuzz tightly up against his thick curly black pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm white belly. He stayed immobile, resting still above her with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tightly against the mattress. He let her quivering body-pump up and down at will on the rigid piston of his cock that fused them wetly together.
He could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling thin soft ridges of her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her smooth white buttocks back down into the mattress and then up again, pushing the soft folds back into her and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole back into the salaciously nibbling opening. He let her strain against him for a while, watching the eyes of the others as they stared in disbelief at the incredibly wanton spectacle unfolding right before them. Christ, how could he stand it? Why doesn't he fuck her? They were going insane just watching this lewdly erotic performance, their eyes not leaving the young girl's nakedly squirming loins for an instant as the huge shaft of Hermanos' big cock was slowly, nibbled from head to base by her voraciously clasping pussylips.
Her heated little fucking motions became taster and faster by the second, the tempo of her cuntal thrusts up against him more urgent, her teeth bit hard into her lower lip. He knew she was straining to come ... the juices of her hungrily milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the lewd wet sucking sound of the in and out fucking movement as she suddenly thrust her hips up sharply at his heavily skewering cock, burying it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the mattress, her feel firmly planted on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly.
"Oh, God, darling, I'm cummming!
Suddenly, with a deep throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably ... wet white cum spewed hotly out from the outwardly flowing lips of her desperately throbbing vaginal passage, drowning his impaling member with its lust-heated warmth. She ground her cunt hard up against his pelvis and he could feel the fiery liquid of her orgasm trickling down between the smooth rounded globes of her ass-cheeks and on over his balls that pressed hard against her tiny brown puckered anus.
Cortez went berserk as she grunted Out the last of her warm orgiastic juices against his matted pelvis, her body still jerking spasmodically up against him. He reached back grabbing her ankles and levered them farther back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of nakedly quivering female flesh beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly against the soft yielding mounds of her breasts, crushing them against her rib cage as her widespread cunt was opened ever more fully for him to fuck now and for everyone in the room to see.
The men watched incredulously as he withdrew his deeply embedded cock until just the tip, glistening from her husband's earlier cumming, rested in her. Then, he rammed forward with all his stored up strength. He had waited all night to fuck senseless this haughty little bitch with the blonde hair and the pert turned up nose. She had her turn, blinded by the liquor and her own pent-up passion, and now it was his turn. The full throbbing length of the incited member sluiced wetly up and noisily up into her helpless exposed vagina. All the men could hear the wet flat smack as his belly thudded against her open pussy. His body dropped down again heavily on hers, crushing her against the mattress. He locked his lips over hers, thrusting his wet tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal grunts forming there. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her fully rounded calves, keeping her locked in the lewd bent-double position as he fucked it into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the soft warm flesh, pulling the white rounded cheeks far apart to facilitate his deeply stroking entry.
He began long hard strokes into the steaming passage that was now wet and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside her and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his balls were screwed up tightly into the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.
Denise groaned and twisted salaciously around beneath him as her nakedly exposed young cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance before the greedily staring onlookers. They all watched ravenously as he buffeted the top of her head hard back against the headboard of the bed with each jack-hammer slam into her voraciously quivering belly. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs. She could feel nothing in the world now but the giant cock head fucking up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a feathered piston and the slap of his soft hair-covered balls against her naked little asshole below as he jerked forward on the deep, skewering downstroke. Cool rushes of air raced between her thighs as he withdrew, exciting her more wildly than she had been before.
Her womb flared and the unresisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal furrow flowered open ever wider to receive as deep as she could the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under her legs and snaked around his back. The nails clawed a red streak down to his rhythmically driving buttocks. She pulled him deep and thrust her fleece covered pubis up hard to skewer herself deliciously on the hardened flesh of his heavily pumping cock. She sucked on the thick wet tongue that was shoved deep in her throat through the man's half-clenched teeth. Then her desire-crazed body began to match his pounding thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashing beneath him.
"That's it, Hermanos baby, throw your meat to her! Let the hot little bitch have it good!" someone screamed, nearly hysterical at the lewd sight on the wildly squeaking bed. It was Mick Lawrence, his boss now for a year and a half. Mick had the job he should have had, the job he would have now if he hadn't been a foreigner, a second-class citizen to keep in his place, no matter how well qualified. He glanced quickly at Mick, an over weight hunk of out-of-flesh, old years before his time. He was wide-eyed with unbridled lust ... and then Hermanos glanced down at the obese man's body. There, beneath the shelf-like overhang of his huge belly, was his fist, tightly clenched around his cock, pumping like a crazy on the short, stubby knob. Christ, he was jacking off while he was watching them fuck!
The bed squeaked loudly, Lola, businesswoman to the end, made a mental note to remind Stew, to have it oiled, though her mind was being distracted gorgeously by the two pairs of strong hands that were now coursing at will over her naked body. She barely watched as young Denise Dowd was getting the screwing of a lifetime just a couple of feet away ... but then again, she'd seen all this before.
The raucous squeaks kept time with the two nakedly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the heavy pants of the other men as they crouched close to skewered blonde and watched hungrily. Their ears were attuned to the lascivious sound of sweat-soaked flesh smacking noisily together and the viscous wet slurp of his pistoning cock slithering rhythmically in and out of her pinkly clinging little cuntal passage.
"That's it you hot little bitch," he whispered in her ear, quietly enough that the others couldn't hear. "Eat my cock off with those hot little pussy-lips of yours." He ceaselessly rammed the blood-filled cudgel deep into her whitely screaming little belly with long cunt-flattening jabs. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his overheated balls as they flapped hard down against her upturned ass cheeks. It was ready to explode. He wildly snaked his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her white little buttocks hard up against his grinding pelvis as he rammed his ready to spew cock all the way to the hilt of her soft, now completely unresisting cunt.
Denise could feel her whole insides being levered open wider still as the head of the deeply sunk rod suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to rip her womb apart ... then, it began to spurt ... and she could feel the delicious hot white cum shooting into her like liquid fire, ricocheting up around inside her tightly knotted belly like streams of molten lava. The pores of her passion-drenched cuntal walls clasped greedily around it, erupting in answer and again spilling her own whitely heated cum into the already drowning cavern of her greedily milking vaginal tunnel.
It drove her wild with animal lust!
There could be no stopping this mad wanton passion that wracked her naked quivering body.
She reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to desperately milk at the still cum squirting balls pressed into the nakedly spread split of her behind. Her legs kicked out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of the bed. The huge deeply embedded cock continued to jerk out is completion ... white hot spurts still spewed from its head, filling her womb and foaming lewdly back out the desperately contracting lips locked tightly around the base of the heavily jerking instrument.
"Oh darling Mac, fill my cunt with more of your wonderful cum, fill me, darling!" The men were all on their feet, huddled around this incredible performance like football players, in a huddle, amazed at this innocent young blonde's great beauty, her fantastic writhing nakedness that beckoned like a million-volt electromagnet. No one understood her words, no one except Lola, watching now more intently, a sly smirking smile on her face. That's the way bitch, fuck that imaginary husband of yours real good ... just keep on thinking that way and we're set for the night! I've got a lot more cocks just aching for that snooty little pussy of yours!
Denise groaned on incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her mouth. The hot walls of her jerking cunt sucked at the throbbing cock hungrily, until it gave one final spasmodic jerk, the lat hot drop sucked from it.
The Mexican collapsed across her body, his performance ended, feeling her insides still gushing forth across his limply deflated prick. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave one last shuddering jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body. Her arms were outstretched, one dangling doll-like over the edge of the bed. Her belly sloshed with this stranger's cum. She felt something all warm and rigid touch her fingers ... a stronger palm than hers opened her fingers, then closed them again around the shaft of another anxious, pulsing cock, filling with lust for her youthful nakedness. Her other hand was pulled to the edge of the bed ... still another thick, turgid prick shoved between her fingers. She heard a voice, low laughter, then the voice again ... a soft feminine voice, yet unfeeling somehow and laced with authority. The voice was familiar, it seemed to be giving directions ... the bed quivered and shook like an earthquake was at hand. She tried to focus, but the faces, the bodies were too near, she felt a pressure at her tender, ravaged pussy-lips. Then a panting male voice:
"Open her legs up again. I've got the next crack at that hot little cunt of hers!"
Strange masculine hands worked her limply yielding nakedness into position, she opened her mouth to tell them to wait for just a minute, to attempt some feeble control over her emotions. But a hulking masculine shape towered over her face ... a probing thrust that ovaled her lips wide and a smoothly pulsating cock slithered deep up into her saliva-filled mouth. She groaned softly around it for a moment and then, the pungent masculine taste of it taking hold of her, began a slow sensuous sucking motion with the inner muscles of her throat.
"Oooohhh, baby suck it real nice like that, you hear! Suck, baby, that's it, suck!"
Immediately a blinding stupor of uncontrolled animal-desire floated over her as she felt another male body press up between her thighs and fuck deep into her cunt and Denise, once again, drifted into a foggy, mindless oblivion of wild sexual ecstasy!
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning the phone rang at the hotel room occupied by Mac and Denise Dowd. Mac was already up and had showered so he answered the phone. A female voice on the other end said, "Mr. Dowd? ... I understand you are interested in Zuni culture and artifacts. I think you might be interested in our collection. It is one of the finest in New Mexico. We are told that...."
The voice on the other end of the phone really seemed to know exactly what Mac was interested in finding. What a lucky break! He would have something interesting to take back to his colleagues after all, if he played his cards right. Now where were those travellers checks.
He glanced over at the bed where Denise was sound asleep. Sound asleep, more like in a coma! thought Mac. She must have had a few drinks last night. Hope she didn't get sick, poor thing!
He scribbled a note and then rushed out to the car. It took him about a half hour to find the address of the artifact collector. It was a big modern house with a couple of sleek cars parked out in front. Mac hoped that the price wouldn't be so high on the artifacts that he wouldn't be able to take anything away with him. Those things were getting harder to find all the time and the price was constantly rising.
Lola Gleason, resplendent in a daring black cocktail dress that would have been at home in the chicest of Paris evening society, caught a glimpse of the handsome young caller who stepped from his auto and made his way, somewhat hesitantly she noted, with some amusement, up the walk to their front steps.
Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she thought it was going to be. After all the hardest part was over with. Getting Mrs. Dowd back to her hotel room with a healthy dose of sleeping powders in her system. She would be asleep until late afternoon now that hubby was out of the hotel. She just had to keep him here for a while and Lola was confident that she would find a way to do that.
"Mrs. Smith?" asked Mac as the door opened. He could hardly believe this luscious dame was a collector of Zuni relics.
"Yes," said Lola, smiling at her phony name she had given him over the phone. "Please come in! I know you are probably busy. I know my husband is. He's away in Arizona now on a collecting tour." She led him through the house chatting happily.
"We keep the best pieces back here in the bedroom," she said, "We find that is the safest place."
"Is ... is this all ... I understand that you had quite a collection." Mac looked dismally at the half-dozen statuettes and pieces of jewelry Lola had laid out on the dresser.
"Yes, I am afraid so. We have lots more but its out on loan. I really thought there were more pieces here than this. Please forgive me if I misled you." Mrs. Smith answered.
Mac, flattered by her desire to please him, even though he was disappointed at the artifacts.
He felt the color rush to his cheeks, try as he might to retain that distant coolness the guys always managed in the movies, but never seemed to work in real life.
At the opposite end of the room, and covering almost the entire wall, was a thickly padded leather bar, and behind it a good dozen shelves stocked with every kind of liquor imaginable. Even in the best New York's gin mills, Mac had never seen a better collection.
Lola noticed his curious appraisal. "That's one of my husband's hobbies, collecting fine liquors from all around the world. And it helps him with another of his hobbies."
"And what is that?" asked Mac innocently.
"Screwing," Lola replied with a sly grin. "Could I offer you a drink, Mac?"
Mac didn't need a house to fall on him to tip him off; it was pretty obvious what this woman had in mind, whatever reason she's given. But it was sort of flattering, he had to admit, though it was certainly out of the question that he'd let himself be suckered into anything quite so obvious. He and Denise had too good a thing going to blow it all now over some quickie, even with a woman as attractive as Lola.
"Well, actually I could use something. Today was a pretty rough one for me."
Lola stepped behind the enormous bar opening a panel in the side section, "See anything you like?" she purred, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the polished bar surface. Mac had to look away, averting his stare from the deep-vee plunge of her neckline that bared almost all of her full breasts as she leaned forward.
"What do you suggest, Mrs. Smith?" he asked finally, awed by the tremendous selection of fine bottled spirits to choose from.
Lola suddenly stood up, swaying sensuously around, and pulled a blue and white labeled bottle of greenish-liquid down from the top shelf. "This is some of Stew's special ... he picked it up in the West Indies somewhere. I understand it's illegal."
"Uh ... illegal?" questioned Mac as she poured two hefty shots into oldfashioned glasses, then added ice from a bucket under the bar.
Lola looked up, and caught the confused look in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry. It's not a narcotic or anything like that. Stew said it's a special island drink made from an absinthe base."
"Absinthe! That stuff's been banned from practically every country in the world!"
"Oh don't be such a baby," chided Lola, "Here, it'll make you feel better after such a long day."
Mac gulped down a cautious swallow of her tangy licorice tasting liquid, then waited as if he expected sirens to go off or smoke to billow from his ears. When nothing out of the ordinary occurred, he continued to drink from the glass, "you know, this isn't bad."
Lola didn't say anything, just stood there behind the wood bar, her head resting on her hands as she leaned across the counter. Mac sipped his drink, glancing around the plushly-decorated room, nervously waiting for some explanation of what was going on. "Uh, did you want to see me about something else?" he asked timidly.
"It can wait," Lola grinned, "I'd like to slip into something less ... well, less formal. My husband and I were going out, but we have decided not to go after all."
"Oh, is Mr. Smith here?" Mac asked. '"No, no ... he is in Arizona, and won't be home for hours and hours." she caught herself.
Mac felt his face redden again, and he looked around quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed. "No that's fine, I guess, nothing wrong at all." He turned back to his hostess, the color back to normal in his face now, except for the slight blush of red from the potent drink he was finishing. "What is it you want?" he bravely asked.
"Come on back to the study while I change." she grinned. "We can talk business later."
"But I...." He tried to protest, but before he could get his objections voiced, Lola had spun on her heels and wiggled from the room, swiveling her well-kept behind in an unmistakable invitation, clearly visible through the sheer tight fabric of her dress. This isn't right, he thought, if she knew I was coming over, why was she dressed to go out with her husband away? This doesn't make any sense!
He followed her without thinking, pacing after her through the dimly-lit dining room, past the antique chair down two low stairs and along a narrow paneled corridor.
The hallway was lit with three wall fixtures designed to look like gas lamps, and the bulbs inside the curved glass globes were the sort that flicker like the flame of a gas mantle. It gave the richly-paneled corridor an eerie look, like the dark passages of an old castle; it was easy to forget he was in New Mexico.
"In here love," she motioned, "This is the study my husband and I share. You can sit in here while I change." She directed him through a doorway into a small room with all glass walls, an excellent view of the desert now, that formed the back borders of their property. "Sit here for just a little minute." she cooed.
Damn it! he thought, She's treating me like some kind of little schoolboy! Who the hell does she think she is; I bet I'm better any day than that husband of hers!
Mac rose from the thickly-cushioned leather sofa he'd chosen on entering the glass-walled study and stepped a quick five paces to the open doorway of Lola's dressing room. Through it he could see the oversized bed in the master bedroom; it dominated the room with its build and was made to look even larger with a black cover that stood out in stark contrast to the red shag carpeted floor. It was definitely a mans designed wing. The unmistakable masculine aura only accented Lola's unmistakable womanhood; she seemed more vulnerable, more easily possessed and enveloped by this manly oasis. "Maybe I'd rather watch you," he said finally, clearing his throat, "That just could prove to be interesting." The words just seemed to come on their own, some force had taken control of his senses and was ordering these sounds to come from within him. He'd never dreamed of saying things like that to another man's wife before. He knew, he could trust Denise not to be unfaithful to him and he'd always felt that he had an unpledged obligation to return that trust. But now! Christ, he must be crazy with this woman's husband away and all.
"That's more like it, bashful," she cooed, "I was beginning to wonder if you really were a man." She looked at him again out of the corner of her eye and added with a slight teasing curl on her lip, "You can watch all you like, love."
He looked down at his glass, embarrassed again. He was thinking how stupid it was when she was just another woman, not that much older than he. He drained the glass for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to give him. It was odd, but with each further sip of the liquid his fears had been carrying since he'd arrived seemed to be seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the effect, wondered if it was because he was so tired. He'd heard that somewhere ... that alcohol can affect you in strange ways. But no, this just wasn't like alcohol at all. There was no deadening of the senses of touch and no dulling of his ability to think, in fact, these very senses seemed intensified by this strange fluid.
His mind returned quickly to the woman a few feet away and he looked up at her just in time to see her drop the black cocktail dress to the floor by her feet. He felt a slight jerk from his cock beneath his pants as her body came into view. She was taking her time, allowing the effect she knew it would be having on him to sink in. She knew it would be easy to seduce him. She had been in this game a long time, and managed well with the skills of her trade. She treated him as if he wasn't there, and this unawareness only heightened the effect, placing him in the forbidden role of a peeping Tom.
He felt another slight jerk under his pants, his prick hardening slightly this time as she turned and bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. The full round moons of her buttocks came into full view, giving him and unimpeded view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties between her firm full thighs that tightened momentarily as she bent over. The panties slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from the pressure of her position and then remained bunched up in the hollows as she straightened up to take the dress to a hanger in her closet. He watched her with bated breath now as she walked across the room, the cheeks of her full sensuous buttocks joggling slightly as she moved. It was a careful, practiced walk that belied her stage experience.
One thing was certain for Mac now, even if nothing else made enough sense to figure out what was happening. He could not back down from her now; this woman was out for him, hunting, him, stalking him like a female of the species she was. He tried to rationalize it in his mind, to try some excuse to let him off the hook for what he knew was coming. And what now, he looked forward to with eagerness.
His mind droned on, the cool liquid rationalizing away the defenses he'd managed to keep intact through all the opportunities he'd turned down since meeting Denise. He watched Lola more intently now as she turned back from the closed doorway dressed only in a bra, panties and garter belt. The thin sheer stockings she wore shone silver in the dim light of the dressing room, illuminated only by a pair of bulbs on either side of her vanity mirror.
"How about being a dear and bringing me my drink from the bar?" she grinned.
"Sure, sure ... uh, be right back," Mac replied, and retraced his steps down the dark hall and back to the bar. He found the glass there just as she'd said and replenished it with fresh ice from the silver bucket. When he returned Lola was standing in the doorway of her dressing room, staring at him and smiling slowly. She was wearing a light nylon robe now that came just to the tops of her thighs and it was obvious she had shed the bra and panties while he was out for the drinks. She had left the garter belt, sheer stockings and high heels on. The deep cleavage of her breasts showed clearly unobstructed from the top.
"Thank you Mac. That certainly was fast. Afraid you'd miss something?"
"It looks like I haven't missed too much," he said, raising his glass toward her. He suddenly found he didn't feel nervous at all. He felt the beginning of a glowing power and self-confidence long vanished; he'd forgotten the quickening thrill of the chase, the heart-pounding excitement of seeing a woman all nude for the first time, of taking her that initial time. It wasn't like being married; sex with Denise, no matter how enjoyable was something else entirely. She could never again offer him what this woman dangled before him now like a carrot on a string, a strange piece of tail. He felt marvelous, as if he had finally found the true strength within himself, one that had lain dormant during these years of marriage to Denise. He could sense that making love to this magnificently-built woman standing almost naked before him was going to change him and his marriage ... maybe more than he could dream.
Lola lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge in his pants. She grinned again, and gaily and bubbly this time. "You like me," she said sheepishly. "I can tell."
"You've got pretty good eyesight," Mac replied matter-of-factly, "I didn't think it was noticeable."
"Oh it's not my eyesight, honey. You're quite a man."
She settled herself on the big bed, resting on both her elbows. The softness of the robe rode up over her thighs exposing the soft silky down of her pubic mound. She patted the bed beside her, indicating where he should sit.
He started toward the bed, but she stopped him short with a wave of her hand. "Oh I forgot ... would you step into the study and turn off the garden lights? They seem to shine for miles around, if you know what I mean?"
He obediently followed her request, and when he returned to the side of the bed, her soft robe was loosened in front. He glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. He did not blush this time and a pleased smile crossed over his face as she opened them a bit more. He could see that she too was excited. The first tiny drops of moisture rising from the warm wet cleft between her thighs were faintly visible glistening in the tight narrow slit as she exposed herself to him. The full large mounds of her breasts were exposed to his gaze, the ripe ruby nipples staring up at him wetly. He guessed that she'd moistened them with a taste of saliva from her tongue so that their pink buds throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, almost in surprise as he realized for the first time how gorgeously put-together she really was. It was all he could do to keep from ripping off his clothes and leaping onto, her nakedness now, squeezing her soft flesh in his hands and locking his hungry lips on hers. But he thought better of it ... he couldn't go charging in like a horny bull. No, she was like a bottle of vintage wine, a satisfying experience to be savored and enjoyed, not gulped down like a bottle of cheap beer. And it was apparent that the reward would more than compensate for the agony of delay.
"This is the first time for you, isn't it? I mean you've never cheated on your wife before, have you?"
Lola's blunt query brought a moments feeling of guilt to his chest; she was right, this was the first time. And yet, somehow it seemed like destiny had brought him into this room, as though it had been meant to happen this way. He thought fleetingly of Denise, innocent and child-like, poor baby, you'd never be able to understand how I feel at this moment.
He placed both their drinks on the bedside table and leaned over her, pressing his lips tightly down against hers. She reached up, curled her arms around and pulled him down onto her. One of his legs fell tightly between her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and her body was glued into his as though it belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his loins, massaging it against him with practiced expertise and bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the tiny slit in the hardening tip. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain she could feel the wetness through the material. With practiced thoroughness, she continued massaging him with her thigh until she thought the head would explode. It was jerking now as if he would cum at the slightest extra pressure, she could feel it building deep in his testicles now. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. He pulled his lips away to escape the teasing sensation and placed his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily again for a fleeting moment of his wife Denise, and the horrible shock it would be for her to see him now, stretched over the nearly nude body of this married woman. In her girlish innocence, she'd never believe it. She just didn't know marital infidelity existed.
As though she were reading his thoughts, Lola said, "I'll teach you a few tricks you can take home to the little woman. Just don't slip up and tell her where you learned them. And stop worrying, you're as stiff as a plank. My husband's not coming in. We are totally safe and all alone." She breathed slowly into his ear as she talked. "Let's get all naked."
He realized suddenly that she quivered beneath him in her excitement, her thighs moving steadily against his loins.
"You want to fuck me don't you?" she panted.
"Oh, shit, yes, baby, mote than anything!" he answered the lewd boldness of her proposition exciting him even more.
"Then for God's sake let me know it. Tell me!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"That's not enough," she whispered hoarsely, "How do you want to fuck me? How?!"
"Deep, deep and hard ... so hard I'll split your cunt in half!"
"Oh yes, that's what I wanted to hear. Get your clothes off and get it in me, darling, before I die!"
He got up from the bed and began desperately taking his clothes from his body. A slight pang of self-conscious hesitancy came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood over her with his cock standing out in naked erection before him. She lifted her body slightly and squirmed out of the flimsy robe, leaving nothing but the garter belt and stockings. She looked up at him standing stark nude above her. Her eyes riveted on his penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing head for a moment. "I want it baby. That's a beautiful cock and I want it twisting around deep in my pussy. I want it in me so bad!"
He lay down beside her, cupping the beautifully shaped curves of her buttocks as she stretched naked before him. Her body was warm and soft against his and she raised her face to his lips, locking her mouth tightly to his as her hand searched between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigid shaft. The perfumed fragrance of her body was maddening as she ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. "Oh baby, get it in me quick! Ram it up my cunt before it burns up!"
Stew Gleason adjusted the aperture control on the tiny Japanese-made videotape camera; luckily this time his wife, Lola, had retained the presence of mind to leave on the bedroom lights. Not like the last time they tried out their new toy, when suddenly the room went dark and Lola failed to notice it until she'd satisfied herself with the young man she'd chosen for the evening's entertainment. But this time was more than just harmless fun, this time it was business. She'd warmed him just this afternoon that they might need something else, another wedge to keep their foot in the door with the Dowds. And the electrical signals that were pulsing through the Video camera and onto the reel of magnetic tape that spun on the video tape deck to his left were it. Maybe if Mac Dowd had been a little more observant, he'd have noticed that the full-length mirror over the bed's oversized headboard was frosted with the tell-tale bronzish gray unique to one-way mirrors. Or that perhaps a slight whirring sound could be heard to emanate from behind the silvered glass. But he hadn't noticed, they never did, and Steve licked his lips in anticipation of the life-like video tape his expensive recorder was preserving.
Christ, that wife of his sure liked to fuck! This was no act she was putting on for the camera; he could feel his own prick hardening as he watched intensely as Lola ground her nakedness against her young visitor's lust-hardening cock. Jesus, this might easily be the best of the tapes! And with this ace in the hole, their web around the Dowds would be impenetrable. Not to mention the other possibilities.
Stew remembered the few times he'd met Denise Dowd, that beautiful girlish figure of hers, that tiny waist, and those long, tapered legs ... Damn, that was the way he like them! And the younger the better.
It killed him to think of the club party, of how Lola had broken her in without telling him. God, he'd have given a thousand dollars to have been there that night! Those lucky bastards, a million men would have killed each other for just a taste of that sweet young blonde's pussy, and they had it handed to them for just a few lousy bucks!
Oh fuck, maybe something would come out of this yet, and there's still time for some of Stew's meat to find its way up into her pretty little ass!
Mac started to move but Lola Gleason beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his throbbing cock, guiding it between the lips of her hot desire-moistened cunt. Mac groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into a greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure. He couldn't hold back another second and he flicked his hips forward with a sudden thrust that drove it with a flesh-splitting crash into the hot gaping mouth of her pussy.
"Oooohhh," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his sensitive naked flesh. It entered with a slight pop, like a virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could control her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her. And he didn't intend this to be the last time, He was learning and learning fast that there was definitely something in this kind of real woman for him. He couldn't help thinking of how shocked and horrified Denise would be if she could see him now. Christ, she just wouldn't believe it!
His long thin cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, warm and tight at first, aching the full length of his rigid member and then easier as the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.
Suddenly he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Lola screamed a low, animal like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way. It more than made up for the awkward embarrassment she'd gleefully heaped on him earlier.
He had gained the upper-hand because he could hurt her, but she was powerless to hurt him in return. It was the age old plight of woman and would always make her subjugated to man. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him and flicked the head of his cock forward again bringing another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth. He fantasized in the power-maddened reaches of his mind about what it would be like for her husband to come home earlier than she'd expected, for that man to see his wife like this, naked and her voluptuously shaped legs wrapped lasciviously around his hips, another man's cock buried in her belly, Jesus, he couldn't see how a man could live with an image like that burned in his brain!
Goddamn, he's a helluva lot better than I expected, Stew Gleason mused from his ringside seat behind the mirror. He glanced to see that the video tape was functioning properly, checked the image on the portable television he'd taken from the study to wire into the system as a monitor. Damn, it was simple as hell to set this up! You'd have thought it would take at least an electrical engineer for a task like this, but it was child's play, just following the simple instructions that came with the videocorder camera. They'd tried everything in the past, starting with regular film right after the mirror was put in. Just an ordinary 8mm camera, but there had to be too much light to make the results as detailed as they needed to be. Then had come the short-lived experiment with infra-red film and special lighting; with that kind of set-up, you could film with no visible light, but there was always a Man, this was finally the answer ... just the ordinary room light, and here it was, a regular television image as clear as any you could get from the networks. Stew could just count the money rolling in now. With a fool-proof set-up like this, shit, the sky was the limit! As long as God made suckers, there'd always be an endless supply of guys like this waiting to be clipped!
Mac ground his pelvis into the squirmingly voluptuous flesh of the woman beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as time. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild wanton abandon.
"Oooo, yes, it's so good, so damn good! Shove your finger up my asshole, lover! Hurt me there, make me scream!"
He reached under her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching and probing with the tip of his middle finger for her anus.
And suddenly he found it ... a small warm trickle of moisture was running down the wide-spread furrow where he could feel his cock fucking into her. It moistened the tight puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring gave way completely and his finger slid in to the first knuckle joint. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first searing pain.
"Aaaggghhh, Goddamn it hurts!"
Her coughed cry only excited him and he thrust again, sinking it to the second knuckle.
In spite of the pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk down to the palm of his outstretched hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on and on beneath him. His finger nail caught the flesh for an instant in her asshole scraping he and she jerked, but then caught up in the rhythm again, opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Mac could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her like a balloon until it felt as though it would explode at any second from the exquisite pain building up in his sperm-swollen balls as they slapped heavily against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped, he knew she had to cum soon, she was nearly out of her mind with passion as she writhed like an impaled snake beneath his rapidly skewering hardness. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger plunging up into her asshole to excite her even more.
He could tell she was nearly there as she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her clasping pussy. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength. Damn, he'd never fucked an older woman, and though he'd often thought about it, nothing he could have imagined in his wildest fantasies could have matched this! It was incredible, she was a good ten years older than he, but she had the fire and spirit of a teenager. And her obvious experience, her uninhibited passion, all made the experience even more unbelievably pleasant. Oh Christ, he had to fuck her again ... and again ... and again!
"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Hard! Harder!" she groaned, mumbling a steady stream of obscene words as they came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him the full opening of her naked upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.
"I'm cumming," she cried suddenly, her mouth gaping wide as though she didn't expect to make it. "I'm cumming!" she repeated again for the whole world to hear, and especially for her husband behind the smoky glass. She wanted him to hear, wanted him to see what this handsome young stud was doing to her, how this young virile man lusted so madly after her voluptuous nakedness. She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink. vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and ravish as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild savage dance of salacious abandoned lust; Her mouth hung open wide, her unseeing eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Damn, look at her, fuck back!" Stew grinned in lewd excitement as he watched his wife heading for the final screaming climax under the wildly fucking body of the young man, Jesus, she really loves it!
A low banshee wail suddenly formed on the edges of her lips and then pierced through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting, sweatdrenched bodies slapping wetly together. Lola's nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself desperately up on his wildly thrusting cock and locked her cunt to it with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
She held her breath for a moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a fist, her pussy still locked tightly around his still rock-hard penis. He pushed deep into her and then lay very still, granting her a rest for a moment.
It was all he could do to keep from continuing to screw into her. God, he'd never in his life seen anything like it. He throbbed the muscles of his prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her back into action, aching to answer the pressing need still bulging in his testicles.
"Damn, that was something else," she whispered hoarsely, still breathing fast and unevenly. "You really held back long time."
Mac felt very masculine and virile, now, proud that he'd outlasted her, that he was still raring to go at it, while she was a quivering, passion-wracked mass of hot female flesh. "I've got some more here for you, anytime you're ready."
"Roll over, lover," she smiled up at him. "I've got a special treat for a big man like you."
He pulled back, sliding his hardness wetly out of the soft warmth of her pussy, he hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting it in her belly and he didn't want to stop, but he felt she needed her way. He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tense, his rigid cock pointed straight up at the ceiling.
She turned her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking him, sliding the loose sensitive flesh up and down the shaft of his aching cock in a slow magical rhythm that caused his ache to double and redouble, almost beyond his endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his prick. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing stroke that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening tease.
Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of his cockhead and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring tauntingly into the sticky wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips.
He thought of the times he'd tried vainly to suggest this very act to Denise, of how she'd reluctantly made a stab at it a few times, but always just enough to tease him, never making him cum with just her lips and throat.
She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitively throbbing head in a moist warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet hollow of her mouth.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her cock-contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk half way up between her tightly ovaled lips increased the sensation over a thousand times. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and it glistened like a marble column along the part not yet concealed by her soft moist lips. She managed to massage the soft resilient skin around his aching testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawl, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more wickedly exciting to him.
The older woman could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his cock a little harder, the tips of the teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing gland furiously until Mac felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat, relaxing the inner throat muscles so that the bulbous, lust-engorged head could slither in a slow, inward pistoning movement down the warm tight passage. He was certain she would gag and choke, but she continued somehow the maddening sucking as the boiling liquid in his swollen balls strained to be released.
He moaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly gnashing teeth. Suddenly he gasped sharply. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams up into her voraciously sucking mouth. Her cheeks hollowed like the gills of a fish as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking voraciously as he emptied the whole of his testicles deep up into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head tight against the spasmodic thrusts of his naked, hair-covered loins as he pushed his wildly squirting hose of cock flesh all the way down her tightly clasping throat tunnel. She coughed gaggingly as she gulped to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflating in her mouth, he began to relax his tensed body, though she continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from his battered cock.
There was no where else to go ... they'd been to all the stops now, both completely satiated, and aching from the intensity of their union. She had sucked him dry and with a groan he collapsed, arms wide-spread, across the bed. She nibbled gently at him for a moment; had his eyes been open he would have caught, and perhaps puzzled over, the sly upward glance she made toward the mirrored wall at his head.
"Okay?" she asked finally, a knowing smile on her face, her lips still faintly glistening from the wetness of his cum.
"Oh, wow ... fantastic," he managed between gasping breaths. "You're really too much, you know that?"
"Yeah, I've been told that on occasion," she said without a trace of humility, "I guess practice makes perfect after all."
"Do you do this sort of thing often? I mean, cheat on your husband like this?" Mac asked awkwardly. Inside, he hoped the answer was yes, and that she'd unhesitatingly invite him back ... many times.
"Often enough. Actually Stew doesn't mind at all. It's sort of an ... understanding we have. You know what I mean?"
Mac was reluctant. "Yes. I suppose I do. But I can't really understand it. I mean, I'd kill Denise if I ever found out she was running around on me."
"Why? You're doing it to her, what's good for you is good for her, right? Or haven't you heard of women's liberation?" she laughed.
"I've heard of it all right, but I still think it's different for a man. A man doesn't have to give anything when he screws around, but a woman gives up a little of herself every time she gets fucked. It's just not the same, that's all."
Lola raised up and her huge full breasts barely brushed the sheets below her. "You don't really believe all that bullshit, do you? That's all a lot of crap, dreamed up by some cuckolded husband. I can guarantee you never heard that line from a woman. Ask any woman sometime, ask your wife. Maybe she can tell you a lot more than you think about sex from a female's view point."
"Oh, no, not Denise," insisted Mac, "She's good enough in bed, I suppose. But she's pretty provincial when it comes to her modern-kinky-type ideas, you know, wife-swapping and free love and the like. She'd sooner die than stray outside marriage for sex. It's just not in her."
"Well, Mr. Dowd. I have something I have to tell you. It was fun with you, honey. It really was, but now we've got a little business to talk over."
"Oh, oh," thought Mac, "She's a whore. I should have known. She's going to ask for money. Well maybe it's worth it."
"You see, Mr. Dowd," she continued, "My name is not Mrs. Smith, it's Mrs.. Gleason. Lola Gleason. Oh, you have heard of me. That's right. Your innocent little wife came to the club last night and I'm afraid I'm going to have to be the one to pop your lovely ol' balloon and ... well, wait a minute. I'll show you."
Lola reached over to the drawer of her bedside table letting her breasts fall out over the sheet as she did so. She pulled out an envelope of the drawer and dumped the contents out on the bed.
"I didn't take these honey. They were given to me by one of the fellows at the club. I'm not really a black-mailer at heart. You might say I'm just a concerned citizen."
Mac studied the pictures. The first was of a girl on all fours, her head pulled back against her shoulder blades. And behind her, rammed into her pussy from a standing position as she kneeled on a bed, was a heavy, sweat-soaked man naked and about fifty, a look of wild contorted ecstasy on his face as the girl obviously shoved her ass back onto his heavily pistoning cock.
Jesus Christ! It was Denise! He wasn't sure at first, the features were all distorted from the agonized expression she wore, but it was definitely her! And the others, more positions, three or four more men, it was Denise in every single shot! And his own wife was being lewdly fucked by a gang of strange men, and there in the background was this woman, Lola, looking on with a self-satisfied smirk across her face; she was naked too, standing between two men whose hands disappeared between her thighs.
"Don't blame dear Denise, sweetie," said Lola degradingly. "It wasn't really her fault. She was just volunteering to ... uh, to work for me and help out a little at the bar ... but it seems she wasn't a very good wife, and she failed to watch how much and what she drank in the line of duty. Not very smart, but-"
Mac looked into the woman's eyes, his belly knotted with an anger more intense than any he'd ever known. "Then you are responsible for this? You forced Denise into some filthy...."
"Whoa, fellow," interrupted Lola, "Nobody forced your wife into anything. She came of her own free will. And she wasn't raped ... in fact, I thought there for awhile last night she'd run out of men before she'd had enough."
Mac was so angry and appalled that he felt the tears coming to his eyes. He wanted to tear that bitch's hair out and spit in her face, but all he could do was look down at the sheet. He slowly climbed out of the bed and started to put on his clothes. Then slowly he said the words starting to form in his brain.
"You ... are not getting ... any," but then he knew that this woman was not worth communicating with. He began to leave the room when he got to the door though he heard Lola's voice.
"Oh, hot stuff. I forgot to tell you. Your great love scene is all on film and I've got a couple of bodyguards watching it. I guarantee you I could, if I were the type ... do a lot of damage with that little movie unless I get five-grand before five o'clock tonight. Just look at it as vacation expenses. I'll even throw in the Indian crap." she laughed wickedly.
As he closed the door and found his way quietly out of the house, Mac found that his anger had gone. It had been replaced by the sad realization that his marriage to Denise was probably finished.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Denise's sister, Lucy, and her boyfriend, Gordon, were having the time of their lives at the Standozo Rock Festival. They both agreed the recording they had heard of the "Apes" didn't do a bit of justice to the real thing.
But more important even than that, the music was the feeling in the air. The privilege of sharing in all of the energy which comes from a group of people of the same generation who are temporarily able to put aside their differences.
The two young people were very "high" at the end of the long first day of the festival. They had a special day in the sun. They rode together in Gordon's car, each one smiling in the knowledge of the love they were sharing. They did not speak for a long time. Finally Lucy said, "Wasn't it nice of those monks to share their lunch with us?"
"It sure was," replied Gordon. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, one of those monks told me that those little cakes they gave us contained a love potion."
Lucy and Gordon were talking about a group of Oriental mystics who were touring the country and who were kind enough to share their magic lunch with the young couple, as meager as it was.
"Well," said Lucy, "If it was a love potion, I can vouch for its effectiveness. I'm so in love with you I can't think of anything else." Lucy couldn't help placing her hand on the inside of Gordon's thigh.
"I've got a couple of them left," said Gordon. "I'm going to freeze them. I figure we can eat them on our first wedding anniversary."
"Oh, Gordon," said Lucy, "you really know how to make a girl feel wonderful."
They walked into the hotel lobby and the way to their rooms. They were beginning to remove their clothing to prepare for the shower when they heard loud shouting coming through the wall from the room next door which was occupied by Mac and Denise.
"I know now I should have told you myself, but I just couldn't,, darling, I just couldn't! I don't know what happened ... One minute I was fine and the next, there's hardly more than just a blank there. Honestly, Mac, I didn't know anything like that was going to happen! Honest, darling, you've got to believe me!" Denise's voice was clear and distinct, but it was showing signs of breaking, an occasional sharp gasp as she fought to hold back the tears.
"How can I believe anything, you slut! And besides, Lola said you weren't exactly raped!"
"She said you ... you couldn't get enough. That you urged those men on, that ... Oh Denise, I don't want to repeat all that! It's bad enough finding out your wife's a whore without having to give her a play-by-play of the whole orgy!"
"Oh Mac, how can you believe those lies?" she cried, "You know I'd never do anything like that."
"I don't know anything any more. I saw those pictures, Denise. You didn't look like you were being forced into anything to me!" shouted Mac.
Denise could no longer hold back the slinging tears; they trickled steadily now down her soft cheeks. "I told you, darling, when you came home. I don't know ... I just don't remember any of that. Maybe I was doing ... all those things. But I can't remember! I must have been drugged or something ... you've got to believe me!"
Mac felt a momentary shudder of recollection as he recalled the powerful drink he'd been given at Lola's. Maybe, just maybe ... :
"Please Mac, say you believe me! I can't live with the horror of last night if you think I'm lying! Please!" she begged, her hands gripping his upper arms, her face contorted in anguish.
From outside the room, Lucy and Gordon looked at each other disbelievingly; how could this awful argument be coming from Mac and Denise? The couple whose marriage they had always thought was perfect, the man and woman they'd both strived to emulate ... this just couldn't be, not Mac and Denise.
There was a lull in the vicious shouting, and Gordon opened the door. Denise was standing in the middle of the living room, Mac against the far wall. She immediately turned away upon recognizing her sister and Gordon. In an instant she turned back toward them, the tears wiped from her cheeks and an instantly-recognizable phony smile on her still-trembling lips.
"Oh, hi, kids ... how was the rock show? I thought you'd be really late tonight," she managed limply, Mac said nothing, but did manage a weak smile.
"Uh, we left early. It was starting to break up anyway," Gordon said somewhat awkwardly, avoiding Mac's eyes. It was obvious that both Mac and Denise were feeling the pain of knowing the two younger people had heard it all. It was written all over their faces that they had heard the shouting from outside. But no one wanted to be the first to bring it up.
Denise seated herself on the sofa, folding her hands nervously in her lap. "Well, why don't you tell us all about it? Were there as many people as you expected? I heard on the TV that they expected close to a hundred thousand."
Lucy waited for her boyfriend to speak, but he didn't answer. "Yes, there was an enormous crowd. We could barely see the stage for all the people," she said finally, but her thoughts-were somewhere else ... Mac's shouted ... those awful words about my own sister and some men ... could it be true? Could Denise really have done something like that? It's all making sense now. She was obviously upset when we left this afternoon. Now I can understand why she paced around the house like a caged animal all day when she finally awoke ... she knew this confrontation was coming all along ... But why ... why Denise, how could she?
"Uh, Mac, we ... we couldn't help but overhear. We weren't eavesdropping or anything, honest," said Lucy. "Is there anything wrong? I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but...."
"There's nothing wrong, Lucy," said Mac harshly, "nothing that a good lawyer can't fix for me. By the way, what is the residency requirement now for a divorce in Juarez? Do either of you know?" Mac was still drunk, and he instantly regretted what he had said, but it was too late.
"Oh, you rotten bastard! You just had to say something in front of the kids, didn't you? That damned male ego of yours just wouldn't let go!" screamed Denise, on her feet again. She tried once more to hold back the tears, but it was hopeless. She waited for some sort of reply from her husband, but he only glared at her hatefully.
"Well, Mr. Mac Dowd, you can have your divorce any time you want it! I don't care! I don't give a damn about you!" And with that, she ran crying into her bedroom. Mac offered not a word.
It was all like a bad dream for Lucy and Gordon; it would have been bad enough under any circumstances, but stoned like they were from the monk's magic love potion, it only magnified everything a thousand times over. The two younger people stood mutely, then finally, after an interminable painful silence, Lucy looked to Gordon for approval, saw it in his eyes, and raced after her sister. Gordon felt the younger blonde's hand in his jacket pocket before she followed her sister into the bedroom; when she'd left the room he reached in only to find the bag containing the cakes given them by the Eastern monks were missing. It took a minute but then, he realized what Lucy had in mind. It was crazy, but it still seemed the logical thing to do.
Mac stared down at the floor, obviously hoping to avoid any confrontation with Gordon, but Gordon was insistent. "Mac, I'm not interested in hearing your personal problems. That's for you and Denise. But I do know something that will help."
Mac looked up, the agony apparent in his eyes. "There's nothing that would help now, Gordon. Nothing."
"Look. This may seem strange, but I want you to do something for me. Something very important for you."
"What?" asked Mac.
"I want you to eat this piece of cake."
"Look, Gordon, I'm not hungry and I'm not in any mood for jokes."
"Please, Viae! It can't hurt. Trust me, huh?"
Lucy had followed her sister into the bedroom, not waiting to knock. "Denise, let me help you," she pleaded sympathetically.
"There isn't anything you can do," cried Denise. "It's all been done. You don't understand what happened. Lucy, you don't...."
"Don't go into all that," Lucy interrupted, "I don't want to hear it. I've got something for you, Denise. Something that might have changed your life a Jong time ago. I guess you were just born a little too early. I've got a little present for you. It's something Gordon and I were going to save but I think it probably works better when it's fresh anyway."
Lucy unwrapped a small brown piece of cake and said, "Open up wide, dear sister of mine."
* * *
Mac became aware that Denise was beside him. He hadn't really noticed when she entered the room; his mind was on the magnificent sweet-giving cake that Gordon had shared with him. There was now a paralyzingly powerful sensation that seized his whole body. Every minute sensation seemed magnified a million times ... the music that Lucy had chosen for the stereo, a raucous reeling album from the Sixties, seemed to be playing on some previously unknown turntable inside his head. It was incredible! Every sound, every color, every feeling was a thousand times what it had been a few minutes ago!
He looked at Denise sitting quietly and unobtrusively now beside him on the edge of his arm chair. She seemed to be talking to her younger sister, but the words didn't connect with the slow methodical movements of her lips. And the hatred he'd felt just a short while ago, it too was gone in a puff of smoke. He'd never have believed it possible! He looked again at Denise, studied her like a specimen under a microscope. It was as if the cake had given him some mystical insight, some strange power brought on by the wondrous stuff from the East. He could really see into her soul, see through her flesh and blood and uncover the truth ... and the truth was pleasant enough. She'd been telling the truth, to be sure. This woman sitting beside him was incapable of the awful things that woman, Lola Gleason, had accused her of. Maybe it had taken the cake to give him the ability to see her this clearly, so obvious now. Sure, she'd been led into it, just as she'd tried to explain when he first came home and confronted her with what he'd learned.
Christ, he felt like a real fool now. And even worse, he'd shown his silly distrust in front of Gordon and Lucy. There had to be some way to show them that Mac Dowd was not himself a few minutes ago. He reached around his wife's tiny waist as she sat quietly beside him, afraid to look at him, but satisfied to be at his side. She turned to him as his arm reached around her, a tear trickling front; her eye, but a smile on her lips.
Lucy and Gordon were on the sofa, the lights off now to richly enjoy the loud music. Ordinarily, Mac would have objected ... both to the choice of music and the volume. But there was a new feeling sweeping over him, a new set of sensations he'd never before experienced-and the music was a indefinite part of them.
The room was nearly dark, and young Gordon's hand around Lucy's shoulders began to slip slowly downward as they both sensed the returning warmth between Mac and Denise. It had worked! They'd managed it ... and with it the saving of a marriage!
Lucy was elated, a rich glow of happiness seeping through her body, and she offered no resistance as Gordon's hand reached the buttons of her blouse and began to loosen them. She leaned her head back against the soft cushion of the sofa. His cool fingers brushed her warm flesh as they reached inside the opening of her blouse.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she shivered as his fingertips closed over the ripe swell of one firm young braless tit. Gordon opened her blouse fully then, expecting a whisper of resistance as he bared her naked breasts to the air of the room, but she only smiled as his hands coursed over her bare flesh! God, she was really stoned from that cake! And she wasn't the only one!
One look at those delicious white mounds, capped with the jutting pink buds of her hardening nipples, stiffening now in the coolness of the air, and he was out of his mind with desire. It didn't matter that Denise and Mac were in the same semi-darkened room, it was as if the veil of sweet music would hide them from view. He had to fuck her, even if her own sister and brother-in-law were only a few feet away!
He pushed her gently down onto her back on the sofa and she responded without hesitation, her arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of her. His hands found the belt in her jeans and he quickly unfastened it, then unsnapped them and began to slip them down over her thighs. He was amazed at his own actions as he was at her seeming willingness to let him do it, but there was no stopping him now. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and slipped those also down as far as her knees. The teenager lifted one foot up and caught the flimsy garment with her toes and finished stripping them from her long smoothly tanned legs.
He ran his fingers over her back and down to her curvaceously rounded buttocks, letting his fingers revel in the firm skin, his loins tingling and his whole body trembling at the feel of her fresh young nakedness. He could barely see her, close as he was, and he worried not at all about her sister, Denise, and Denise's husband, Mac, across the darkened room. The cake had worked its consciousness dimming magic, and he was seized with the maddening desire to ravish this wondrously beautiful young blonde he'd hungered to fuck for so long.
He moved his face down her body, finding her breasts, which were as firm and full as he'd remembered from the few times he'd managed to fondle them with his hand before Lucy had always protested. They responded to his kisses with a sudden hardening of the tiny, already throbbing nipples. He drew his fingers along the bulging sides, from her ribs to the nipple points, just his fingertips. And then he nipped softly with his teeth at one small pink smudge of a nipple so that she gasped and clasped his head in her arms.
With a pulsing in his jeans, he squeezed her nakedness to him, his hand slithering down her belly and between her thighs. It found the warm soft lips of her innocently virginal pussy, and her thighs parted with a soft little moan of surrender from her throat. His fingertips squeezed the little bud of her clitoris beneath the sparse young curls of her pubic hair and she began to squirm her hips around slightly in nervous little contracting movements, as if she was fighting to control her youthfully awakening passion.
She lay back on the sofa, naked now but for her open blouse, her body wracked now with the unquenchable flame of sexual desire. She was firm and young, full of vigor and untried yearnings. And God, he had to fuck her, now, right here with her own sister in the room. He unzipped his fly and wriggled out of his jeans, frantic with impatience as the young blonde squirmed out her sensuous reply beneath him with her naked body. She drew her thighs up and opened them for him instinctively and when he had moved between them to lie there, she reached down and he felt her cool hand on his hardened young cock. Her hand stabbed a shock into his rigid flesh, and the lust-hardened rod moved toward her tiny hair-lined vaginal furrow until suddenly it touched and he could feel the moist fleshy warmth throbbing against his cock, waiting for its entry.
"Oh, Gordon, darling," she whispered hoarsely, her mind reeling from the incredible sensations his touch on her nakedness was giving her. Her eyes were closed as she floated through space, her only touch with reality the shivering electric sensations that radiated from his cock throbbing so softly down there against her trembling pussy-lips. He rocked his hips forward and the head of it eased between the soft pink folds as the fleshy walls tightly closed in around him. He felt her body tense as he explored the resisting membrane of her maidenhead; she wasn't breathing, her arms were wrapped tightly behind him as she waited for the pain that was sure to come.
And then, "Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she cried, as he flicked his cock forward with all the strength and desire of a hundred unfulfilled nights. Suddenly he wanted to hurt, not to punish, but to show her he was strong. Yet, at the same time, the hurt of his long mounting frustration from not being able to fuck her was slowly being replaced by new and undreamed of sensual sensations. His teenage girlfriend's virginal young pussy walls were giving way and he was slipping it up into her wet warm tightness! He could feel the slight "pop" of her cherry and then his balls slapped softly against her naked asscheeks. He was there ... pulsating and throbbing deep up inside her warmly receiving belly.
"Oh God ... God!" she repeated, her voice growing louder now as she writhed and twisted slowly under him on the sofa and not caring now that her sister and brother-in-law were so close by. Her face moved from side to side, marks appeared on her lips where she bit them, and every so often her mouth came against his and her teeth bit into him and she sucked his tongue between her lips, panting warm, passion-heated breath into his throat.
Her legs, on either side of his impaling hips, were jerking and writhing like puppet legs in a slow, erotically moving abandon. He felt their warm fleshy pressure as they held him tight, and then they would move off and she would pull them up to her shoulders or fling them out on right angles to her hips, moaning and gasping continuously, writhing as the release of her pent-up passions, mindless of anything except the deliciously beautiful skewering she was receiving up in her cunt from the man she loved.
Her eyes were closed; all the time her mouth worked and trembled and her neck was strained as she thrust back her head in the intensity of her feeling.
The sharp pain of his initial entry was gone, and as her own juices of intensely growing passion lubricated the snug passage of her virgin hole, the agonizing jolts became rippling, rolling waves of joy that broke like great cascading waves over her nudely squirming body.
Gordon was aware of no part of his body but his heavy bursting cock which moved deeply in and out of her lovingly clasping little hole that was wrapped so tightly around the full virile length of his aching young hardness. He moved his hands beneath her and cupped his fingers over the nakedness of her smooth satin buttocks, squeezing the soft resilient flesh between them, pulling her nakedly grinding pelvis tight against his own, the flames of desire for her raging hopelessly out of control now from the full strength of the oriental love potion they had both eaten. God, it was so tight! Her pussy gripped his aching cock and milked it like a softly gloved hand with a grip of iron.
He slipped one hand up to where he was fucking into her and felt the softly pulsating folds of hair-fringed flesh around her pussy, grazing teasingly around his cock moving deeper into her.
He stroked and pinched the thinly throbbing lips, and she cried out afresh. She was almost whining, and the incredible heat from her naked young body seemed to engulf him. She was gasping for breath from the excitement of being fucked so deeply for the first time by a magnificent virile young cock. She knew that her sister could see her even in the dim light, and that her sister's husband was probably staring at her naked pussy as it was getting fucked. But nothing mattered to her but the knowledge and the ecstasy of being fucked by her beloved Gordon. She wanted this feeling to go on forever. But then the inevitable happened, her open lips quivered and her moans became a long pure scream of cumming, her whole body jerking with the fantastic joy of her first climax, her first moment as a real woman! "Oh, now ... now, darling!" she gasped, her nakedly flailing legs locking tighter around his rhythmically grinding hips.
He felt the desperate contraction of her vaginal muscles lining his cock and he grunted as the pressure grew and clamped his cock tighter, squeezing deliciously around it almost until he couldn't stand it any longer. Then, suddenly her cunt was full of warm juice, an oozing flow that seeped out of her wet, hair-lined slit and down onto his balls below as they slapped hotly against her upturned asscheeks.
Hot and pleading, he fucked faster and she continued to moan. He felt his own passion climbing to a soaring pinnacle of fantastic ecstasy that all seemed to gather in the aching tip of his deeply buried penis.
He gripped her smoothly churning young buttocks and squeezed them in his hands, his fingers biting into her, teasing into her anal passage and making her moan louder.
"Oh ... ohhhh," he grunted and moaned, slowing his stroke to a painfully deep long thrust far up into her wetly welcoming young belly. His abdomen smacked firmly against the soft pink flanges of her pussy and his balls ground tightly in the upraised furrow of her buttocks, moistened now with the juices of her own orgasm. He felt himself cumming too and pushed back her thighs to her shoulders, hearing her moan loudly and applying all the pressure of his body at his loins. "Oh, darling, yes!"
With a sudden wet, warm relief which was too much to bear, he shot into her, releasing a flood of pent-up semen that spurted again and again and again into her hungrily devouring young pussy, draining him of all the unfulfilled desire he'd kept locked in his loins for all these past months.
Trembling, he lay relaxed on her, and she put her arms around him and they lay there, naked, and unashamed of what they'd done, mindless of the consequences, reeling in the warmth of each other's gentle embrace....
* * *
Mac and his wife Denise had watched numbly at first, stunned both by the shocking sexual display and the oncoming effects of the strange love potion which had been pressed upon them. Both of them just stared with wide eyes, their mouths hung open slackly, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
Mac had watched without blinking as his wife's younger sister was stripped naked right before his eyes. He stared in awe at the ripely swelling curves of her young body, the firm, uplifted nipples that jutted into the air and throbbed at the very touch of his friend's hands against her naked flesh. Her legs were long and thin, unblemished, still trim with that adolescent little-girl slimness that Denise had grown beyond. Her belly was flat and hard, almost boyish, and her hips narrow and slender as she ground her virginal young cunt nakedly up against Gordon's wildly thrusting loins. Christ, he couldn't believe it! It was wilder than his craziest fantasy, screwier than anything he could have possibly dreamed up! And it was happening, happening right here in his own living room! He was sitting there, watching hungrily as his wife's teenage sister was being screwed silly by his best friend right on his sofa. And she was supposed to be a virgin! Mac wondered if maybe he weren't going insane.
Denise resisted at first, once opened her mouth to scream her objections, to put an end to this lewd sensual display, before it had gone too far. Her own sister! To stand idly by while she was being fucked naked in her own home by a man she had only known a couple of months, stripped of her precious maidenhood!
Not only that, she felt totally responsible for her little sister since she was "in charge" of her on this extended vacation.
But then something strange was beginning to happen to her; she no longer wanted to object. She no longer wanted to stop them from fucking ... she wanted it to go on! She wanted to be a part of this wicked, thrilling excitement! She found herself staring intently at the slim muscular body of her husband's friend Gordon, marveling at the tight, hard cheeks of his buttocks as they tightened and released, tightened and released ... every taut muscular movement accompanied by a long, wet, skewering thrust of his lust-hardened cock up into her sister's tiny, hair-lined vaginal slit. His forearms were strong and masculine, sweat rippled along his spine and gleamed along the taut, muscular bands of his virile young body. She found herself breathing heavily, gasping occasionally as the young boy's long, hard cock sank to the hilt in Lucy's moist, pinkly engulfing cunt. It was as if the delicious young cock were fucking her own cunt ... and she nearly cried out as he stepped up the rhythmic pace, her eyes glued to the tantalizing hardness of his long swollen cock. She couldn't look away from its masculine rigidity! She hated herself for the perverted desire she found impossible to resist. God, she was getting hotter by the second! She was ashamed of the growing wetness up between her tightly clenched thighs, but she was powerless to stop it! The powerful aphrodisiac she had ingested had numbed her reasoning senses like a bolt of thunder ... she did not want this to end ... not now ... not when she was so worked up and hot down between her legs!
Oh Lord, what is happening, she wondered, and she felt like laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Her own kid sister getting fucked senseless right in front of Mac ... and obviously enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed anything else ... while she herself was getting hotter than a firecracker just watching. She knew that she couldn't help herself, but her face reddened at the thought of what she was doing.
Denise found that, without realizing it, she was clinging to Mac's massively swollen penis inside his pants while he held her balanced on the chair arm with one hand, the other under her dress and between her hot white thighs, slowly slipping inside the legband of her sheer nylon panties, his fingers moving tauntingly in the silken fluff of her pubic mound ... and then into the thin, unresisting slit of her pussy, gently tracing through its dampness to the already impatiently throbbing tip of her clitoris, caressing it into sudden quivering erectness.
She sat there silent, barely breathing, as the handsome young Gordon fucked his long skewering prick into Lucy's greedily devouring young pussy again and again. Finally, as if on signal, she and Mac, could stand it no longer ... their argument forgotten, she fell backward into his arms. His finger was still inside her panties, flicking tantalizingly at the tenderly throbbing little tit of her clitoris, sending shivering spasms of delight racing along her spine. God, she wanted to be stripped naked and fucked like Lucy. She wanted her full womanly delights fully exposed, to be totally stripped and vulnerable, naked in the arms of her husband ... and she wanted Lucy and Gordon to see; to watch with their own eyes as she made love passionately to her own man. It was as if this was some atonement, some means of undoing all the wrong she had caused ... and she wanted it more than anything.
She looked across to the sofa again, shivered at the sight of Gordon's hard handsome body arched over Lucy's quivering young softness. She cried out as he rammed his long magnificent cock straight down and far up into the young blonde's belly, "Oh God, please ... please fuck me too, Mac! I need you ... I need you so bad! Please fuck me ... fuck me hard! Hurt me, darling! Please."
Mac's fingers reached up and half-ripped her blouse from her body. Her fingers fumbled nervously to unfasten her brassiere. It fell to the floor as her beautiful white breasts soared free and unrestrained, swelling to full size under his hungry gaze, her nipples throbbing excitedly. She lifted her firmly rounded buttocks from his lap and tugged her skirt free; a moment later, her thin nylon panties joined it in a crumbled heap on the floor. She could see the passion-wracked desire flaming in her husband's eyes ... but he hesitated. She knew the pain was still lingering, the acid-etched memories he must have from seeing her being fucked half-crazy in the naked arms of other men ... She knew their salvation would be up to her ... it was a gamble, but she had to take it.
She eased her naked body from his lap and rolled gently onto the carpeted floor at his feet. She looked up and he saw her pleading for him with her eyes ... she lay down before him, her thighs slightly spread in an unmistakable invitation. Her fingers coursed slowly down over her nakedness, gently over the rising and falling mounds of her firm breasts, further over the smooth plane of her belly, coursing through the sparsely curled "vee" of her pubic triangle ... her fingers ran between her soft thighs, parted them further, opened the warm, moist cunt lips enough to give him a glimpse of the glistening pink flesh up inside its tiny fleece-fringed mouth.
A cry of tormented relief shook the room as Lucy screamed out her orgasm unashamedly ... it was all the push Mac needed. Stripping his clothes from his body, he excitedly dropped to the floor beside Denise. She squirmed and writhed from the simple sight of his nakedness, his firmly erect cock signaling to all the world that he still cared.
"Lie on your back. Let me get on top and fuck you, darling," she urged him in a low voice, not caring now that her younger sister and Gordon could watch them also. Mac was aware of a note of lascivious heat in her voice and his cock throbbed heavily at his groin from the knowledge that she wanted him to fuck her just as her sister was getting fucked on the couch a few feet away. He stretched out on the soft rug and she lifted a naked thigh up over him, spreading her legs and straddling him with her knees pressed close to his sides. Her ripe, well-tanned young tits swayed from side to side as she bent forward to hover her nakedly rounded asscheeks lovingly over him.
She brushed her hungry cunt on his bare belly. Then, more anxiously, she rubbed the hair-lined lips sensuously up over his skin. She rocked and twisted her hips, pressing her cunt hard and leaving a warm wet trail with the flowing juices of her excitement. She lifted herself high, brought her hotly quivering pussy over his chest. Mac gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled her forward, raising his head and smashing his lips against the fragrant, softly furred mound up between her wide-spread lips.
She wove her hips lasciviously from side to side, grinding them forward to press her flaxen blonde pussy-curls harder to his kiss. She reached down and locked her hands behind his head and held his face, almost suffocatingly to her cunt. Then, groaning aloud and holding herself high, back arched, she allowed her pussy to grind hungrily down against his mouth.
Mac ran his tongue voraciously over her rapidly swelling cunt lips. With his face locked tight up between her whitely quivering thighs he tasted her sweet-smelling pussy and snaked his tongue-tip whip-like up into the mouth-like little orifice above. He slid his hands up her sides and clutched her full swaying breasts as Denise ground her pelvis slowly forward again until-the moment was complete and her cunt fully covered his openly devouring mouth.
"Oh God, darling, lick my pussy Ike that ... lick it hot and good!" she hissed down at his fleece-surrounded face.
The skin of his face felt tight and drawn when she moved away again, a low animal moan on her lips. She bent forward and kissed him, licking her cunt juices away from his lips and then his cheeks where the slippery trail gleamed wetly in the dim light of the room. She moved down his body slightly, her whitely curved buttocks hovering nakedly above his loins and reaching down through her open thighs for his cock, found it and angled it forward until it brushed the sensitive flanges of her saliva-moistened pussy. The golden hair of her head fell downward and brushed against his throat as lightly as fine silk.
She hissed softly again and guided the passion-hardened head of his rod downward through the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, shivering as the heavily swollen head slipped tantalizingly across the taut, sensitively exposed ring of her asshole. Then, spreading the soft, now hungrily pulsating cunt lips with her fingers, she held them wide to receive him. Now, twisting her ass cheeks around until she'd trapped his prick with her open cunt mouth she then worked the head between her fingers up into the impatiently waiting little hole up between her legs. Lowering her hips, she sank down onto the hard thick shaft, a long low cry of delight escaping her throat as the long turgid organ burrowed deep up into her voraciously engulfing vaginal passage. "Aaaahhhh," she moaned as he mashed her naked breasts in his hands, his fingers pulling hotly at her pinkly throbbing nipples. He flicked his hips upward between her widely straddling thighs so as to get more of his cock into the hotly clenching cunt. Then his hips were forced back down to the rug again as his wife completely settled her weight on him, engulfing his heavily throbbing hardness all the way up to his balls inside her. She fucked him wildly, abandonedly, completely losing herself in the wanton pleasures of his thick throbbing penis slithering in and out of her greedily absorbing belly as she rode up and down on his loins. "Oh fuck me, darling! It's so good, yesss, fuck me hard ... fuck me crazy!"
Mac grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down against him, doubling her at the waist and smashing her nakedly dancing tits against his chest. He could feel the hard nipples pushing like two tiny pinpoints into his flesh. His mouth found hers and his tongue snaked voraciously into her throat, probing deeply as if to meet the upward skewering thrust of his lust-swollen penis from below. Her whitely rounded ass-cheeks waved high in the air behind her, writhing wildly from side to side as she squirmed and bucked wildly from ihe delicious impalement of her hotly accepting cunt from below....
Across the room, Gordon had eased his weight from Denise's sister's soft delicate body and lay now beside her on the sofa. Her hand stroked his thigh lovingly as they both watched, their turn now, while Denise straddled her husband and sank the softly pulsating lips of her pussy down onto his cock like a warm wet sleeve over an outstretched arm. Lucy could feel her young lover's pulse quicken, his breath growing faster and more erratic. Her fingertips relayed to her the reswelling of his virile young penis as it jerked spasmodically into full erection again. And she could see what he saw ... the smooth rounded whiteness of her naked sister's hungrily grinding buttocks just a few feet away, twin soft white globes that closed and opened sensuously together as she mindlessly fucked them up and down on the heavily skewering rod burrowing up into her greedily welcoming belly. She was pulled down as far as possible against Mac's chest, and only her ass could be clearly seen, the symmetrical spheres lewdly writhing in the half darkness of the room.
"Go ahead, baby," she whispered softly in his ear. "You can fuck my sister, too. I think she needs all she can get right now."
Gordon turned his head as far as he could toward hers, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, Gordon ... I've known you too long not to understand. It's all right with me. This is going to turn into an orgy, I suppose. Maybe it didn't start out that way, but that's the way it should be because we all love each other so much. Go on, fuck her from behind ... it's okay," she whispered, a lewd, impish little grin lining her lips.
Gordon leapt from the sofa, drawn like a moth to a flame by the incredibly salacious sight of Lucy's older sister's naked, voluptuously curved ass writhing and squirming so invitingly around above Mac's loins. He half crawled, half leapt to a kneeling position behind the temptingly grinding half-moons, Lucy crawling close behind him. On the stereo, a raucously pounding hot rock seemed perfect for the moment. Its deafening blast filled the room and shot through their very bodies like rays of cosmic energy.
"Get right up behind her ... straddle Mac's legs," urged Lucy in his ear. Denise hadn't heard them yet, or at least had made no sign of knowing they had moved from the sofa. "There, just spread my sister's beautiful ass-cheeks outward with your thumbs, honey, and it's all yours to fuck like I could see you wanted to do."
Gordon hardly knew what he was doing, but he did as he was told, bleary still from the cakes but very much awake and eager. He took one smooth satiny cheek in each hand and spread them apart until he could see the whitely glistening shaft of Mac's cock fucking up into the tightly locked, curl-surrounded lips of Denise's openly spread cunt from below ... and above it, the tiny little puckered hole of her rhythmically working anus, brown and twitching hotly as she plunged her hips up and down crazily onto the wildly pulsating hardness. Denise jerked a little and stopped her rhythmic .panting for a moment at his touch, but made no effort to stop him ... was it his imagination, or did she deliberately relax her buttocks making the access to her asshole even easier for him?
Lucy leaned close to her sister's bobbing head and whispered hotly into her ear, "Hold still for a moment, Denise. You're in for a real treat from behind!"
She stopped for an instant. Mac's face was blank, uncomprehending as he failed to figure what was happening around behind his wife's hungrily grinding buttocks ... And then....
"Aaaaggghhh! Oooohh! Oh my God!" she grunted, suddenly aware now that another cock was probing at her naked backside and was worming up into her tiny, nakedly exposed anal passage like an eagerly tunneling snakehead.
"Easy, sister dear," Lucy murmured, her beautiful young face just inches away from Denise's roundly stretching asshole as she held Gordon's virile young cock in her small hand, guiding it into the warm rubbery clasping depths beyond the virginal opening.
"Oooh God, Lucy," her sister pleaded through her lust-clenched teeth. "I want it ... I want it ... but it'll split me!"
"Just for a minute, darling, then it'll get better. It'll get better, I promise," Lucy intoned in her ear. "And I'll let Mac fuck me there afterwards."
Denise gritted her teeth bravely together and summoned up all her courage for her answer.
"Then yes ... do it, fuck it to me back there, Gordon, fuck it to me quick before I change my mind!"
The clutching tightness of the snug, elastically clinging little passage around his aching prick and his girlfriend's sister's words of acquiescence, sent insane fermentations of lust charging through Gordon, and looking down at the enticing, nakedly spread buttocks and the head of his cock securely buried up between them, he lost all sense of control ... with one heavy, buttock flattening lunge, he rammed his desire-swollen rod all the way home!
Denise grunted as though she had been impaled with a railroad tie. Again and again she cried out, squirming and writhing madly, trying vainly to adjust to the lust-driven invader sunk far up into her tiny overstretched rectum, but Gordon could not wait now. Savagely, he clung to her hips and began to fuck mercilessly into her, withdrawing and thrusting a little bit deeper each time. Little reddish folds of velvety flesh clung to his iron-hard shaft each time he reamed it up into her futilely resisting ass ... until at last, with one final ass-smacking flick of his pelvis, the entire length of his prick was entombed deep up inside the spongy depths of her rectal passage. And then, in strange lewdly sounding groans, she began to whimper masochistically and voluntarily grind her ass back and down onto the two solid cocks fucking so deep up into her.
Denise was enraptured with the two beautiful, desire-hardened cocks that were lucking into her cunt and asshole at the same time ... she could feel them rubbing together lewdly inside her. It was unreal! Her husband and her sister's boyfriend both fucking her at once!
"Ohhh, God, yes! I can feel both of your cocks ... fuck harder! Fuck harder! faster!" she begged them, goading them on in a whirlpool of cyclonic lust. "Oh God ... don't ever let it stop...." the hands gripping and clutching at her as if she were some lowly slut-slave.
Then, she felt a lewdly tingling sensation from her breasts ... she opened her eyes ... it was Lucy, her sister!
Lucy had taken one of the firm ripe nipples between her moist young lips and was tenderly tonguing it as it throbbed in time with the frantic rhythm of the two cocks pistoning in and out of the dually stretched little holes up between her legs!
Her brain reeled ... nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of sublimal ecstasy about to explode inside her!
"Now!" she cried. "Please ... both together! Cum in me! Fill me with your cum! Now, hurry! Ooooh Goddd!"
Her cries of enchantment triggered Gordon who began to curse excitedly, and all of a sudden, Denise felt the hot boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her greedily engulfing anus as the strength of her own orgasm seized her, and she could feel every contraction of his long huge cock jerking out its load of seething white cream, deep up into the confines of her bowels. Then, her husband fucking up into her vagina from below, grunted loudly and crushed his driving loins up and into the splendor of Denise's suddenly wildly convulsing cunt, as his long shaft began to spew thick streams of hot semen far up into the sanctuary of her hungrily milking belly. He looked down over the plane of his belly for a last glimpse ... a sudden warm pressure in his balls! It was Lucy, his wife's teenaged sister, crouched beside the three nakedly entertwined bodies, a wild gleam in her deep blue eyes, her hair tousled and flying in a dozen directions ... her hands, both of them cradled the two men's testicles, squeezing and milking them desperately as both of the men emptied their lusts into her ravished older sister's belly.
"Oh, yes, yes!" cried the younger blonde. "Shoot it all up in her! All of it! All of your beautiful cum!"
Denise gave one last bone-shivering shudder that wracked her naked body from head to toe; her head arched back nearly touching her spine, "Ahhhh...." Gordon's deflated prick slipped with a lewd wet plopping sound from the tight grip of her reluctantly releasing asshole and he fell back to the floor beside his girlfriend, all the strength drained from his body. Denise rolled from her husband, first lifting herself with her last ounce of energy to free his sperm-deflated cock from the still-hungrily nibbling lips of her insatiable pussy.
Lucy was crouching on her hands and knees now, her firm young breasts jutting outward, her nipples pulsing as if they were two tiny hearts. The smoothly rounded curves of her naked young asscheeks waved salaciously around in the air of the passion-electrified room.
"Oh God," she moaned, both hands clasped tightly back around the full white moons of her buttocks, spreading them wide so that the two twin holes of her cunt and rectum could be seen visibly throbbing and pulsating up between them. "Fuck me there, too! Please fuck me there too!"
There was a momentary wait, and then three naked bodies crawled purposefully towards her ... a wild untamed glint of again-rising passion flickering lewdly in their eyes....
