As Bruce Ames's eyes scanned the beach in the middle of the warm, bright summer afternoon, he caught a quick glimpse of a familiar face.
She was stretched out on a sandy cove, away from the mainstream of the beach activity. The dazzling blonde was clad in a snowy white bikini, the color of which contrasted noticeably with the brown coppery tone of her dazzling, shapely body.
Immediately he remembered both her name and the last conversation that they had had. The stunning blonde was Gayla Rourke. They had engaged in a lengthy conversation one lonely afternoon when the beach had not been all that crowded and the sun had been considerably less imposing than it was on this breathtaking afternoon.
He remembered how quickly his cock had hardened inside his tight-fitting light blue trunks. Now here he was, clad in the same trunks, and responding in much the same manner. Even though there was a considerable distance separating the two of them, all that Bruce Ames had to do was keep staring in the sensuous blonde's direction in order for his cock to become exceedingly rigid and ready for immediate action.
She couldn't see him at that moment. The beautiful blonde was instead concentrating her attention on a paperback book that she was reading, oblivious to everything, apart from the sun that was steadily beating down on her already tanned body. Flying just above her was a convoy of seagulls, but her eyes remained riveted constantly on the paperback book that was attracting her current interest.
The handsome lifeguard thought about the last conversation that they'd had. He had seen the beautiful blonde on several occasions, but this was the first time that he had actually had a chance to do anything more than say hello to her. After introducing himself and relating that he was the lifeguard who worked this strip of Malibu Beach, she appraised him lengthily with her alert blue eyes, after which she then told him her name.
"My name is Gayla Rourke," she responded.
"I've seen you around here quite a few times, Gayla. Do you live around here?"
"Just up the highway in Santa Monica," she pointed her hand toward the south.
"I see. Anyway, you seem to spend a lot of time here at the beach."
"It's a nice place to be. It's a good chance to catch up on my relaxation, too. I'm spending so much time just fighting the ravages of jet lag."
"Oh, you're a stewardess?"
"That's right."
"You working long-distance flights."
"Right now I've got the Los Angeles to New York run."
"Listen, Gayla, if you're not doing anything this evening. Well, I'd like to take you out to a movie. How about it?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm booked out on a flight tonight," she smiled at him apologetically. "Maybe next time."
"I sure hope so," Bruce smiled as he began to walk away.
The muscular, dark-haired lifeguard decided that the next time had hopefully arrived. At least it had as far as he was concerned. Now the only question that remained would be just how eager Gayla Rourke would be to make his acquaintance.
He guided his bare feet through the warm sand, eventually reaching the private sandy cove where the beautiful blonde was reclining by herself. He observed the trimly sensuous lines of her firm thighs and the voluptuous cleavage of her enticing breasts, that showed through the alluring white bikini top which clung to her.
"Excuse me, but I believe we've met before," Bruce began, his voice cracking a little with anxiety as his cock remained firm. As a matter-of-fact, it had increased in size after he had stopped just a few feet away from this beautiful woman.
She quickly closed the book that she had been reading, looking up at him with the same intelligent, appraising stare that had surfaced on that other occasion when he had talked to her.
"You do look familiar," she smiled.
"Bruce Ames is my name. I'm the lifeguard here. We had quite a chat a couple of weeks ago or so. You said you had to fly out that night for New York."
"Yes, now I remember," she smiled. "So how are you?"
"I'm just fine. If my memory serves me correctly, your name's Gayla Rourke."
"That's right," her smile broadened at the revelation that he had remembered her name.
"You know, I don't know how much you remember of our last conversation, but I asked you out that night. You said you had to fly out but that maybe next time we could get together."
"It seems to me I do remember something like that."
"Okay, so how's your schedule now?"
"Not bad. As a matter-of-fact, I've got several days off."
"That sounds good. So are you doing anything tonight?"
"Not a thing."
"How about going out with me."
"Sounds good."
All that remained was for Bruce to get the beautiful Gayla's address, which he did, writing it down on a pad that he kept stuffed in a tiny pocket of his trunks. He promised to pick her up at seven o'clock.
The blonde beauty lived in a fashionable apartment across from the ocean in Santa Monica. They attended a foreign film which was playing in the area. It turned out to be a very provocative sexual film, and every time that the lovely young heroine extended her legs and slid breathlessly into bed, his heart began to palpitate and his cock hardened rigidly inside his shorts. For one thing, the heroine of the film was not nearly as appealing as the magnificently endowed female who was sitting next to him. He could hardly wait to get her home, so he could find out just how far this lovely stewardess was willing to go on their first date. Judging from one come-hither glances that she would exhibit in his direction every now and then, Bruce had the feeling that she was horny. If there was one thing he wanted to do, it was to perform a service for this gorgeous female, to provide her with an outlet for giving vent to her sexual appetite.
He could hardly wait until the picture ended, after which they climbed into his bright red Corvette and rode back to her apartment.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" she asked, smiling daintily as she showed her glistening white teeth.
"That sounds like a good idea," Bruce nodded.
Minutes later they were sitting breathlessly close to each other on the bright blue sofa, sipping Screwdrivers as they stared with luxuriant desire into each other's eyes. Bruce Ames took one more gulp from his glass, set it down on the table in front of him, then let his body surge forward. In an instant he was permitting his fingers to slide through the shimmering strands of her skily blonde hair. As he edged his body closer to hers, Bruce was hypnotized by the fragrant scent of her aromatic perfume.
While he continued to glide his fingers through her hair, meeting not the faintest bit of resistance, Bruce pushed his sturdy red tongue forward. He let it commence grinding solidly as it meshed against the wet warmth of her scintillating red tongue.
Together they made music, their tongues colliding in a siege of devastating passion. All the while Bruce continued to grind his fingers through the impassioned blonde's hair as he listened and felt the heavy, seething gasps that she was rapidly emitting. He loved feeling her hot breath merging with his own as he glided his tongue back and forth, grinding it effectively against her own.
When Bruce finally released his hot red tongue from his beautiful lover's mouth, he jumped up quicky from the sofa.
All the ruggedly handsome, dark-haired man had to do was nod. His beautiful and attentive companion knew precisely what he meant, easing her beautiful body upward from the sofa and walking with him into the bedroom.
She was clad in a light green dress which showed off her exquisite body to breathtaking effect. Gayla sat on the edge of the bed, watching with a broad, knowing smile blanketed across her face as her seething lover quickly ground his trousers down his legs, wiggling his buttocks with impatience as he took off his trousers. After that all it took were just a few quick, exciting tugs and he had removed his shorts, which he climbed out of. Extending his hairy, tree-trunk legs, which quivered slightly with abiding devotion, he then showed the beautiful blonde his long, lust-coated cock, which she stared at breathlessly, her mouth open in a state of intoxicating desire.
"Just look at the size of this," he looked at her and smiled. "You want this. This is the kind of cock that can dominate. Just what a beautiful woman like you needs."
"Tell me more, darling," she sighed. "Since I last saw you I broke up with my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong. I probably would have let you ball me anyway, although I did have a pretty heavy thing going with this musician from New York. But all that broke up just after I met you. He went back to his wife and now there I was, horny as hell. I'm not the kind of girl who picks up with just anybody. As a matter-of-fact, I'm down right fussy. But when I saw that beautiful body of yours and that handsome face, and that dominant look in your eyes, I knew that I wanted you. Today when I saw you staring at me standing just a few inches away, I wanted to tear your trunks off of you right then and there. These horny guys had been bothering me, but I hadn't been interested in any of them. I was waiting for somebody like you, and beginning to think that he just wasn't gonna show up."
"But here I am," Bruce smiled, reaching down and running his fingers meticulously over the nozzle-like top of his resolute penis.
"Yes, there you are," she sighed. "Now it's time to take off my clothes."
Bruce watched, his throat tightening with tension. First he thought about running his own hot hands over her body and undressing her, but the beautiful, prideful young woman wanted to do the honors herself. More than likely she was extremely proud of her dazzling body and wanted him to covet every admirable inch of it before they actually jumped into bed together.
As she eased her beautiful form upward from the bed, the sensuous airline stewardess kicked off her shoes. She began to undress with slow, methodical motions. As Bruce watched with awestruck silence, the dazzling blonde slipped her dress hesitantly upwards, exposing her high-set calves, and then her full, well-rounded thighs. The tan of her sheer nylon stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, gave her an alluring sensuality that matched the coppery glow of her exposed flesh.
It pleased Gayla to hear a low, sensual moan emitting from her lover's throat as he stood there in open-mouthed awe, never moving a muscle as he watched the lovely blonde's light green dress snake its way over her head. Her beautifully proportioned body fully emerged. With a quick, insistent flick of her fingers, Gayla's brassiere fell away. Her firm, young breasts swung into freedom.
They stood high and proud in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, and their quivering, turgid nipples peaked harder from the luscious spheres as the dazzling stewardess raised her arms over her head in a cute little yawn.
Gayla almost naked now, wearing only her long tan stockings, her garter belt and the thin wisp of her sheer, filmy white panties.
Bruce's resolute naked cock grew more excited with each passing second as he watched the beautiful blonde slowly drawing her silken panties tantalizingly down her gently curved hips and buttocks.
With alluring desire, she turned and bent over slowly, pushing her thin panties sensually against her smooth coppery thighs and calves. Bruce's sensitive ears listened to the scraping sounds of the white material making contact with her luscious legs. Moments later she discarded her panties at her feet beside her dress.
The beautiful blonde stretched languidly and teasingly to the front, then turned around exposing shamelessly all of her delicious and enticing nakedness, from her high-tilted breasts to the soft blonde triangle of her enticing fleecy pubic vee.
Beautiful Gayla Rourke eased her gorgeous, slightly quivering form downward as she stretched out on the bed, her luscious legs scissoring open and closing slowly, exposing the thin, pink slit of her vagina that nestled teasingly in the soft curly blonde hair up between her dazzling thighs. Her feet were pointed directly toward Bruce, and sheer wanton desire reflected in her eyes as though she could hardly wait for the formalities to be discarded out of the way so that this handsome, writhing hunk of man meat could slam into her.
Bruce listened to her heavy breathing sounds, which coincided closely with his own. He watched as her body shifted nervously.
Slowly Bruce began to walk toward her. She felt her heart leap in her throat. His flashing black eyes and sultry grin exuded a look of confidence. His blonde lover groaned inwardly as she stared bright eyed and transfixed at this handsome stone of man who patrolled the Malibu Beach daily.
Bruce edged for the bed, smiling with panting anticipation. He crawled up beside the beautiful Gayla to kneel between her widespread, shapely thighs.
He looked down at the pubic hair covering her mound at the base of her white belly, which was soft and sparse. He observed the tiny pink folds of flesh that covered the narrow slit of her smoldering vagina.
Bruce stared closely and eagerly at her vulnerably exposed pussy. Excitedly he reached forward, placing one thumb on either side of her narrow, hair-lined slit and spread her moistly pink lips apart, exposing the layered vaginal flesh. He stared with hypnotic fascination at her bud-like clitoris, which he observed just above the tight elastic opening of her savory cunt. Her pussy quivered with obvious excitement as Bruce breathlessly moved forward until his face was only a scant few inches away from the beautiful blonde's exposed vaginal channel
Once more Bruce caught an enticing whiff of her perfume, which she had thoughtfully sprinkled around her crotch in anticipation of this very moment.
Bruce's quick, taut tongue snaked out and its tip swiped across the wet, glistening cuntal flesh before him, sending her tiny clitoris into jerking hardness that brought groans of sensual delight from the beautiful young blonde as her legs and ass cheeks lurched and twisted.
The aroused stewardess could feel small pin pricks of erotic sensation rushing through the quivering flesh of her inner thighs and up to the tautly hardening nipples of her naked breasts as she extended her legs ever wider, heaving loud, scintillating gasps of erotic delight with each and every quick, probing tongue thrust that the handsome, desire-filled lifeguard sent forth.
CHAPTER TWO
The naked lifeguard wetly teased the pinkly quivering lips of Gayla's throbbing cunt with his tongue for another excitement-filled moment.
After he had run his searing tongue against her cunt for several more strokes, Bruce began to run his lips up and down the full length of Gayla's widely spread vagina, bringing contorted expressions of joy to the beautiful blonde's face.
Gayla wrapped her hands against the handsome lifeguard's black, slightly sweat-dampened hair and the muscles in her arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his face with all her strength into the moist wetness of her loins.
"I want it, how I want it," she told him breathlessly. "You know exactly what I need. My darling, you .know my every need. I can tell. I like a man with good sex instincts. Ooohhh, you know what I love. Keep your tongue grinding. My darling, ohhh, how I love it."
Her sensuous hips began a slow, hard grinding upward toward the handsome lifeguard's face as he sank his tongue with a sudden, lizard-like thrust deep down into the tightness of the magnificent blonde's clasping pussy. She was rapidly becoming a raw, quivering mass of combustible feminine desire, writhing and twisting like a slow-moving belly dancer under Bruce's hotly probing tongue.
The wetness kept spreading between the inner thighs of the captivating Gayla as her lover kept on attentively moving his tongue, letting it stiffly probe as he worked his tongue back and forth inside her vagina.
"Ohhh, I'm so close now, my dear," Gayla called out. "Bring me off. Ooooh, ahhh, my pussy is on fire. My darling, ohhh, my darling, keep on grinding with your tongue. Push it around inside my pussy. Honey, ohhh, come on, pump it with all you've got. Just bring me off. I love to be cunt sucked. Baby, ohhh, drive your tongue."
Eagerly responding to her loud call, Bruce reached out and let his fingers grind sharply against the undulating surface of the beautiful blonde's curvaceous flesh. His fingers indented sharply against her firm ass flesh as his tongue kept on sliding, driving with precision excitement as he shoved it deep inside of her pulsating, wetly quivering cunt.
"Just a few more times," she begged. "I'm so close to juicing. The hot stuff is gonna spray. Yes, the juices are all gonna shoot out of me. My darling, eat it up. Keep sliding your tongue. Keep probing with it. Keep sliding it inside my pussy."
Her legs and ass cheeks twisted and writhed more quickly than ever as Bruce's tongue kept on driving with searing lust inside her wet, quiveringly alive pink vaginal flesh. He drove his tongue with scintillating rapid precision inside her flaming love slit a few more times, after which her body began to jerk and her ass cheeks ground concentrically against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her as she heaved one last gasp, letting him know that the moment had arrived.
"Ohhh, hold on, honey," she said. "Come on, go after my hot juices. Sweetheart, come on, suck the pussy juices out of me. Ohhh, go get them. My darling. Come on, suck me. Yes, drive your tongue inside my hot nest. Ooooh, ohhh, here it is."
Bruce's tongue kept on driving with flaming desire as he swallowed the onrushing flood tide of pussy juice that splashed from her hot organ and into his mouth.
After swallowing the final few droplets of her orgasmic fluid, Bruce released his tongue from the blonde beauty's mound. He watched the way that her hips continued to slide as they rolled back and forth. From the look on her face he could tell that she was more excited than ever, and just ready to be emasculated by the onrushing dominance of his huge, excited cock.
Eagerly Bruce rose from between Gayla's undulating thighs as he climbed up over the soft, warm flesh of his eagerly awaiting sex partner. His hammer-like hardness stood out in the air like a huge fleshy shaft, and he had his hand around it, rubbing the wetly lubricated head softly against the tender curls of Gayla's soft pink pubic flesh.
Bruce then straightened his rock-hard body, guiding it over her nude form as he straddled her with the rigidity of his long, thick cock poised directly at the trembling brown beauty of her dazzling inner thighs.
The magnificent blonde held her breath as she viewed the huge bulbous head of Bruce's long prick make its first contact with the open moist fringes of the airline stewardess's pussy.
"Ahhh, what a cock you've got," she sighed. "My darling, come on, dominate me with your cock just like you dominated me with your tongue. You can do it. How I love what you're doing to me. Ohhh, keep it going. Yes, drive your hot prick. Really do it for me."
To guide him along, the beautiful blonde reached out and moved Bruce's virile erection up and down against the wetly glistening crevice of her pussy for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair, and then, with a moaning sigh of desire, slipping his sturdy shaft just inside the tight confines of her vaginal tunnel.
Bruce watched as the horny blonde's eyes rolled and began to redden with the onrushing sexual flood tide that was enveloping both of them.
"Do I ever love a good hard cock," she gasped. "Not just any cock, but certain cocks. When I find one I like, ohhh, I can't get enough. Come on, give me a good fuck, darling. Pour your solid prick into me. Drive it hard. I want that shaft in me. I want it driving inside of my pussy."
Her eyes continued to roll as Gayla watched her rampaging lover's throbbing cock slide slowly up into the hungrily clasping lips of her salacious cunt. She heard through ringing ears the soft, sibilant sound as it wetly entered her.
The enraptured blonde moaned once, shivered slightly, and then became momentarily rigid, after which her legs straightened, her toes pointed upward, and her buttocks ground against the sheets as she begged him for more and more.
"Come on, keep fucking me," she begged. "Grind your hard cock into me. My darling, ohhh, grind with it."
Bruce watched with great delight as Gayla's buttocks undulated up off the bed until all he could see was the thick base of his hard shaft protruding from the moistly tight lips that were clasping around his devastating, determinedly onrushing cock.
Beads of sweat began to surface on Bruce's forehead as he began a slow, grinding, up-and-down movement with his naked buttocks rising in the air until the tip of his rock-hard penis was left just inside the warm, enclosing sheath of her nakedly exposed vagina. He dropped heavily back down between her widely splayed thighs, impaling himself completely with one long, smooth stroke.
"This is too much, it's hypnotizing me," she sighed. "My darling, fuck me."
The two lovers moved their straining, sweat-dampened legs. Gayla's pussy lips moved in and out with each pumping surge that Bruce made into her fully exposed cuntal slit.
After another moment of rhythmic see-sawing, the emblazoned blonde beauty seemed to warm still more to the task at hand as she reached down between Bruce's wide-spread thighs to cradle the softness of his ballooning testicles in her palm.
"Ohhh, how I love that," Bruce nodded. "That's the way to do it. What fucking. This is fucking."
"It really is. Send that hammer of yours into me, honey. Keep hypnotizing me with it. I love the way you slam your strong, naked prick inside of me. I want it. I want it so badly. Come on, fuck me with it, fuck me, really fuck me."
All the while Bruce's hard, wetly glistening cock kept skewering into the moist softness of Gayla's vagina. Every now and then the beautiful blonde would clench her eyes tightly shut and heave loud, lusty sighs, concentrating intensely on the sensations that she felt inside her scalding womb as he kept on directing his stinging shaft deep inside her hot cunt.
"Ohhh, I've got to shoot," she sighed. "My darling, ohhh, I can't take it anymore. Yes, ohhh, here it is. Ohhh, I'm gushing, gushing, gushing."
"Hang on, baby doll, because I'm gonna be shooting pretty soon, too," Bruce informed her.
"Yes, I'm sure you are. Ooooh, what a sensation. Just keep grinding your cock into me, darling. Pump hard. Come on, pump with your long, steaming prick. I love the way it's taking charge of me. Dominate me, baby. Really dominate me."
Intent upon doing that very thing, the steadily panting Bruce reached out with both hands and ground his fingers tightly against Gayla's rapidly undulating buttocks. All the while his penis kept on slashing, pumping with skewering passion as he worked it up between her upraised thighs and into the moistness of her fleshy, throbbing vagina.
"Ohhh, I'm close now," he said.
Once more the naked blonde beauty reached up and ground her fingers against the smoothness of Bruce's awesomely swollen testicles.
CHAPTER THREE
Once that the beautiful blonde began fingering Bruce's scorching balls for a second time, the act was practically over.
He felt the raging fires building within him, particularly those focused on the tip of his excited, ram-rod penis, which he kept on gliding within the innermost depths of her wet, tightly clasping vaginal valley.
Bruce reached down and let his fingers cling once more tightly to her writhing buttocks. His fingers twisted and slid against the blonde's firm, shapely half moons of ripe flesh as he propelled his charging cock forward with steadfast determination.
He could feel the plentiful store of juices in his stiff man meat and in his burning balls.
"Here I go," he gulped. "I can't take it anymore. The juices are gonna explode. They're gonna spill out of the end of my long, hard prick."
"Yes, hammer me hard, baby. Slam me with your stiff prick. I love it. Ohhh, gush inside me. I want to feel those beautiful sensations. Slide your hot prick inside me."
He heaved a deep sigh, straightened his body, then slammed his rampaging torpedo forward one more time.
Bruce observed the erupting white juice splash from the end of his excited prick. He smiled brightly as the rivulets of jissum splashed down her warm, twisting thighs and landed on the white bed sheets.
Seconds later it was all over. His hard-pounding heart continued to move at an accelerated pattern as he rolled off her smoothly compliant body and stretched out several feet away until he caught his breath.
"Would you like to have a drink before you go?" she looked at him and smiled.
"Yeah, I guess I could use a nightcap," Bruce smiled back. "You know, you're one hell of a tight piece of ass."
"You're one hell of a rampaging cock artist. I'll tell you something, darhjig, as much as I realized I needed it, I didn't believe that I could ever need it that much."
"You sure gave me one hell of a wild ride."
"The feeling's mutual."
.Their lips met in a torrid kiss. They were thanking each other for the tremendous excitement that they had generated for one another.
A few minutes later Bruce finished his drink, after which he climbed into his Corvette and drove home.
That night he knew he would sleep soundly. A good wild fuck always served to release whatever tensions he had stored up within him. His thoughts remained focused on the dazzling blonde stewardess. Yes, Bruce silently concluded, this young woman would be seeing him again soon if he had any say in the matter.
Two afternoons later Bruce was stretched out on the upraised platform which he used as an observation point for watching the beach area. He sat beneath a large white umbrella.
Suddenly he observed two familiar faces running toward him. They were two young girls, brightly tanned from many long afternoons in the bright sunshine.
Leading the way was Connie Thomas, a seductively trim young school girl with light brown hair who was always seeking to converse with Bruce.
"How's it going, Bruce?" she asked with a broad smile.
"Good as can be expected, I guess, Connie," he replied.
"Sue and I are going across the street to get some drinks. Could we get you a coke?"
"Sure thing. Hang on a second."
Bruce dug into his pocket, removing two quarters, which he handed to Connie.
"I didn't ask you for the money. I just asked you if you wanted a drink. I was gonna buy it for you, Bruce."
"Thank you, Connie, I appreciate that, but that's okay. I'll take care of it. I sure could use a soft drink, though. A guy gets thirsty out here on the beach."
"So do we girls," her friend Sue chimed in.
Bruce watched as the two giggling girls walked away. He observed the interested male eyes that appetizingly examined beautiful young Connie's trimly seductive form. A number of them were certainly out of the teenage class, he recognized.
Throughout most of the summer Connie had been conversing with Bruce. It made him wonder just exactly what she was up to. He had so many women coming at him all the time, and Connie would have embodied just one more, except for the fact that she had a dazzling sensuality about her. The combination of restless youth and the smoldering figure of a well-developed adult female caused her to register tremendous shock waves of excitement throughout Bruce's body. But yet whereas, had he felt those same urging relating to a young woman such as the blonde stewardess Gayla, he was afraid to commit himself in any respect when it came to this gorgeous young girl. He kept telling himself that she was potential trouble and that as such he had to be very careful.
As he watched Connie and Sue walk down the beach, he could see that Connie was drawing all the stares. It wasn't that Sue was all that bad looking a girl, for she wasn't. It was just that Connie had that certain something that Sue didn't. For want of a better term he would classify it as charisma. In his cruder moments he could chalk it up to something even more descriptive, explosive fucking magnetism, the kind that could produce an instant hard-on on practically any man. The kind of young girl who could reduce just about anybody to vulnerability. That was what bothered Bruce. The longer that he talked to Connie and the better that he got to know her, the more smoldering those intense waves became within him, and often he was prone toward acting very defensive around her, hoping that she would not get the point.
A few minutes later the two girls returned. Connie stopped along the sand not far from Bruce for a friendly chat with several admiring young college students, who eyed her body appreciatively as they spoke with her.
Eventually she tore herself away from the young men, who watched her with dreamy-eyed expressions as she sauntered along the sand toward Bruce.
"I've got your cold drink," Connie smiled, handing a can to Bruce.
"Thank you very much."
"I've got your change, too."
She handed him back a dime, a nickel and several pennies. Bruce took a long sip from the drink.
"It's really getting hot now," Connie said. "About the hottest part of the summer."
"Yes, it is."
"I'm glad we've got such a handsome lifeguard on this strip of beach. Aren't you, Sue?" Connie looked over at her friend and smiled.
"I sure am."
"You know, my mother was at the beach the other day with me," Connie exclaimed. "Did you see her, Bruce?"
"I don't believe so."
"That's right. We were on this strip just for a few minutes. She was meeting a guy here. Anyway, she commented on what a cute lifeguard we had around here. I sure agreed with her."
"Thank you, but I'll never be as pretty as all these gorgeous gals along this beach," Bruce grinned, "Like Connie and Sue."
"Isn't he sweet," Sue laughed.
The girls walked away several moments later. Connie turned and waved at Bruce. Now that she was standing far enough away, he didn't have to hide the enormous hard-on that loomed in his trunks. How he wanted this beautiful young girl, but yet how fearful he was to pursue her as a result of the potential consequences that could ensue.
The rest of the afternoon went routinely. Just about the time that the sun was beginning to set and Bruce was preparing to leave, he observed Connie Thomas running quickly toward him. He stopped on the sand, staring at her as she approached, wondering curiously just what was wrong. For one thing, her friend Sue, who had been with her throughout the rest of the day, was not there.
"Bruce, Bruce, wait up," she called out.
"I see you. What is it, Connie?"
"That damned creep Spike. Sue's boyfriend. He showed up. He wanted to give us both a ride home. Sue told me that she had a ride, but I didn't realize that it was with that creepy guy."
"So what happened?"
"There's no way I was gonna ride with Spike," she shook her head. "You know, that guy's all hands. He thinks he's God's gift to women. I think he's a creep."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He thinks he's so damned good looking, but I can't stand his looks. He's always wearing this smirk. This smart-ass smirk like a guy who really thinks he knows what it's all about."
"You shouldn't be using language like that, Connie."
"Now don't start talking to me like I'm ten years old. You sound like my old lady."
"Maybe your mother's just trying to help you."
"Like hell," Connie laughed sarcastically. "She's out practically every night with a different guy. No wonder my old man couldn't take her and flew the coop."
"Your parents are divorced?"
"Yeah. My mother filed. My old man just up and left one day a few years ago and never was heard from since. At least we never heard from him. Of course, having to put up with my old lady, I really don't blame him."
"That's an awful way to talk about your mother," Bruce shook his head.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew her a little better," she replied. "Of course, maybe you would. She really has a way with men. Anyway, this damned Spike has been trying to make me for the last two years. He's just been dying to shove that slithering cock of his up between my legs."
Just hearing the seductive young brunette talk about sex was enough to make Bruce squirm. Once more that huge erection had surfaced between his slightly quivering legs, and he was doing his level best not to let Connie see it. But in the process, by twisting his body uncomfortably, he realized that more than likely he was looking a lot more conspicuous by behaving the way that he was rather than if he had just merely stood where he was without supplying all the additional movement.
"I think I'm beginning to get the point," Bruce smiled. "This guy was more than happy to have you ride along, too. As a matter-of-fact, you probably got the feeling that he was happier to have you there even than Sue. Is that right?"
"Right on you are," she nodded emphatically. "He was talking about how we could stop at a liquor store and he could get us some liquor. If he couldn't con the proprietor, he said he'd find some guy who could buy the stuff for us. Anyway, I knew what he wanted. He wanted to stick his big prick up between my legs, and I wasn't having any part of it, so I told him he could ride on without me."
"Did that make him mad?"
"Yeah, but he kept his cool pretty well. He didn't want to get Sue upset. If he'd come on real strong with me and had acted nastily, then he realized that Sue would get pissed and if she did then he might not get a chance to screw her."
"I see."
"It's a hell of a long story," she laughed, "and I'm sorry for breaking the whole thing to you, but what I was trying to ask you was that I need a ride. Would you by any chance be going south on Pacific Coast Highway?"
"Yeah, how far?"
"I live just up in the hills. Not too far from here. Apartment house in Malibu."
"I'll give you a ride."
"Gee thanks. I sure appreciate it, Bruce."
When her tanned, beautiful face broke out in a radiant smile, Bruce once again twisted his body uncomfortably. He could scarcely stand it around this dazzling teenager, who radiated sex with every glance, smile and word.
CHAPTER FOUR
As the beautiful teenager in the dazzling black bikini slid her body demurely into the front seat of Bruce's Corvette, she scraped her leg against his.
Just that brief, fleeting contact alone, momentary as it was, was enough to cause trembling shock waves to circulate throughout Bruce's already excited body. His heart was pulsating in leaps and bounds as he started up the car and drove down Pacific Coast Highway.
"Just tell me where I turn off," Bruce said.
"Fine. It's about a couple of miles ahead."
"I don't live far from there."
"Really? Maybe we're neighbors," she giggled girlishly.
"Could be."
"Did I shock you when I talked about my old lady the way that I did?"
"I don't think you shocked me," Bruce said calmly. "As a matter-of-fact, when you've been working along the beach like I have, and you meet so many different people, with different ways of speaking and different experiences, I think you get to the point where nothing shocks you anymore.
You get used to almost everything. I just thought that you should treat your mother with a certain amount of respect when you talk about her."
"I don't know that she even wants any respect," Connie laughed. "Anyway, like I said, she's a real busy gal. Do you think I'm attractive?"
"You're a beautiful young girl."
"You really think so?"
"Of course you are. Do you need to have me tell you to know?"
"I guess not," she giggled. "It's just that it feels, a lot better to hear you say it."
"All right, so I've said it," his body tensed dramatically as he looked over at the voluptuous young female next to him and wondered just what it would be like to see her shorn of her black bikini.
"I look quite a bit like my mother, everybody says," Connie related.
"Then your mother must be a very attractive woman as well."
"She is. You see, she was just eighteen when she had me. But she really takes care of herself and looks younger than that. She's got a body just about like mine. She's constantly turning on these guys. You should see the way that she dresses. I mean, she wears dresses as tight as any woman you ever saw, and she loves to let the cleavage of her breasts show."
"I see. But why is that you're talking about her like this?"
"I don't know. I guess you just like to confide in certain people. Does it bother you for me to confide in you like this?"
"No, it doesn't mean anything to me," Bruce shrugged.
Even as the words were rolling off of Bruce's lips, he knew damned well that he was lying. Just hearing this beautiful young girl relate details about her apparently promiscuous mother's sex life caused him to feel additional waves of pulsating excitement in his already trembling body. He kept hoping that the very shrewd, precocious young beauty next to him was not alertly appraising everything that was happening. He was practically in misery driving down Pacific Coast Highway, realizing that only a scant few inches separated him from this gorgeous, briefly clad beauty in the black bikini, who was talking matter-of-factly about sex.
"My mother would sure go for you," Connie laughed suddenly.
"How do you know that?"
"A nice-looking, muscular guy like you. Heck, I go for you myself. If I go for you I know she'd go for you. It seems like most of the guys I see her with are guys that I like, too."
The conversation was becoming embarrassing from Bruce's viewpoint. He kept wishing that this gorgeous light brown-haired bundle of sex energy was just a little bit older, enough to where he could feel free to reach over and cop a feel of her smooth, trim thigh. But that was only wishful thinking.
"Anyway, there was a guy who looked kind of like you that my mother picked up at the beach the other day," she laughed boldly. "So anyway I could tell that she wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible. She gave me some money and said to go over to Sue's place and buy us both some Kentucky Colonel fried chicken or the like."
"So you went over to Sue's?"
"I fooled her," Connie smiled. "I didn't go over to Sue's at all. I kind of snuck back just an hour later. I made my way into my room, and as I was walking down the hallway I could hear all these panting sounds and hear all this noise. My old lady was saying all kinds of sexy things to this guy. Telling him what a beautiful cock he had and how she could hardly wait to make it with him."
"So what did you do?"
"I watched the action," she laughed. "I've been doing a lot of that lately. My old lady would absolutely tan my hide if she knew that I was watching. Oh, heck, I think she figures that I'm making it with some of the guys that I go out with. I think she figures that we're doing a lot more than a little innocent petting, but all the same, she doesn't know for sure. On top of that, she just doesn't want to be watched. She wants to do the balling on her own. Maybe she was a little jealous, too, because this guy, who looked like he was in his late twenties or so, he was giving me all kinds of interested looks. I could see that my old lady didn't go for that, and that's why she wanted to get rid of me. But anyway, oh, damned, was it ever good. Say, make a left turn right up this street."
"Gotcha," Bruce replied.
Bruce brought his automobile to a stop on the busy Pacific Coast Highway. He waited until the traffic had lightened significantly enough so that he could make his left turn and continue down a small, winding road which led to a white apartment building in the distance.
"That's where I live," she said, pointing to the two-story structure. "We live on the second floor."
"Okay, we'll be there in a minute. At any rate, what were you saying?"
Bruce could have shot himself by extending the conversation. Of course, he realized that the brown-haired beauty would probably have continued the story anyway, but what bothered him was that he was encouraging her. The encouragement stemmed from the sexual curiosity that was driving him wild. He kept wiggling in his seat, his reckless cock smoldering inside his trunks.
"Anyway, I took off my shoes, stripped down to my panties and bra, and then tiptoed on down the hallway toward my mother's bedroom. All I had to do was push the door open just a crack and I got a fantastic view of everything. My mother was really going wild and this guy was pumping his hot pink tongue inside of her pussy. Oh, damned, was he ever hot, and was she ever enjoying it. She pushed her soft, trim thighs against his head as he kept on bearing down, driving his tongue real deep inside her hot slit."
"Where do I park?" Bruce asked huskily as he approached the driveway to the white apartment building.
"Oh, right over there," she pointed toward the right-hand corner of the spacious asphalt driveway. "That's where we can park. One thing about it, plenty of room for all the cars. I can see that my old lady's car isn't here. I guess she's out again. Well, that's nothing new. Probably this same guy's humping her again. She liked him so well that I knew she was gonna go back for seconds and thirds, fourths and who knows how many more times she wants to get humped by him. She-likes him, I can tell you that for damned sure."
Bruce was practically numb by the time that he brought his automobile to a halt. He could hardly wait for this beautiful young woman to leave him alone. The temptations were just too overpowering and were practically shattering him.
"Okay, we're here," he said.
"Say, the old lady always keeps a supply of beer in the refrigerator," she smiled as she stared into Bruce's dark eyes. "How about having a beer with me?"
"You're drinking the stuff, too?"
"Why not? I've been out of the soda pop stage for two years."
"Does your mother know you drink beer?"
"Sure she does. She doesn't mind. As long as I don't get swacked on the stuff. So what do you say? Besides, I haven't even had a chance to finish my story."
Bruce paused for several long seconds. Just thinking about how excited he had become listening to the sexually alluring details being related by Connie was enough to cause ambivalent feelings to surface within him. His own sensual urges told him to go on inside the apartment and listen to her finish the story. His better judgment, however, told him that such a temptation was something he did not need.
"I don't know, I've got things to do at home," he told her tightly.
"Come on now, don't be a party pooper," she laughed. "Besides, the beer's good and cold. You know darned well you'd like one. Come on now. Are you gonna make me drink beer alone?"
"Putting it that way, it looks like I can hardly refuse."
"That's right. So how about it?"
"You drive a hard bargain. You'd make a good saleswoman."
"Thank you," Connie giggled, opening the door and jumping out of the car.
Bruce watched hungrily, his eyes widening as he observed Connie Thomas guiding her sensuous young body up the steps leading to her second-floor apartment. He loved the way that her firm, ripe buttocks twisted magnificently as she walked up the stairs.
Despite his misgivings, the hard-cocked Bruce Ames was going to join this beautiful young teenager for a beer. And in the process, he would listen to her finish the story about her mother's provocative sexual interlude which she had watched.
Several minutes later Bruce Ames was sitting atop the living room sofa in the small but essentially tidy apartment where the beautiful brown-haired Connie Thomas lived with her mother. As he took a long, hard gulp from the cold can of beer that he held clutched firmly in his right hand, his lovely young hostess went back to relating the sensuous details of the story she had been telling him in the car.
"So like I said, here I was standing in the hallway, wearing nothing but my panties and bra as I watched this guy tongue like mad," she laughed, her eyes twinkling with merriment as she stared at Bruce, eager to observe his reaction to every detail that she related.
By then Bruce was having more difficulty than ever in containing himself. Temptation or not, he wondered if he could take much more of this without having to succumb to this beautiful woman-child's charms. She sat in a chair opposite the sofa, her long, lean, coppery-toned legs stretched out over the top of a nearby table. Every now and then Bruce would stare at her luscious legs, and when he wasn't looking at those, he would get a good look at her firm, provocative breasts, which cascaded out of the top of her tight black bikini halter.
"At any rate, was I ever envying mom for getting this kind of action," she said. "Her legs were kicking out in every direction. For awhile I thought they were gonna fall off of her. She was gasping loud and opening and closing her eyes. She kept on getting these hot, jabbing tongue stabs inside of her sweltering slit. Every now and then I'd really envy her for being able to make it with such a handsome guy who apparently really knew his stuff. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. She reached down and grabbed hold of the guy's back. She held onto his rippling muscles as his tongue kept on tearing into her, driving inside her pussy lining."
"So finally she popped her juices."
"You'd better believe it she did," Connie Thomas threw her head back and laughed. "That's when I really envied the old lady. I kept watching these juices pop out of her hot slit, and I saw this guy, his tongue buried deep in her box as he swallowed every drop of the stuff. Before long he removed his tongue from her pussy and pointed down toward his long, hard cock. I'll tell you something. About then I would have given anything to have been right where the old lady was, spreading my legs and feeling that hot, blistering man meat that he was gonna stuff between her thighs."
"Is that what happened?" Bruce Ames asked, gulping as he spoke.
"Do you think there was any way they were gonna stop then?" Connie looked at him grinningly. "Of course that's what happened."
CHAPTER FIVE
Bruce's electrified body leaned forward as he listened to young Connie describe vividly what had transpired between her mother and the man who was satisfying her urges.
"So there I was, standing in the hallway, watching breathlessly while this guy was flinging his cock forward," Connie said, her eyes never leaving Bruce's. "He was inside her in a second, jack knifing her with his strong, solid dick. I couldn't take it anymore. My fingers reached inside my panties and started to play with my pussy."
Bruce gulped hard, taking a long, nervous sip from his beer. He turned his head away, unable to stare into the enticing young brunette's illuminating hazel eyes any longer. There was sensuality there. He could see now that she was teasing him with every word, and could even observe her occasionally looking down toward his crotch, staring eagerly at his bulging instrument.
"So this guy kept flailing away, driving his charging cock inside mom's pussy," Connie related. "While all this wild fucking was going on, there I was, my fingers inside of my hot, juicy slit. It didn't take long before the juices started to spill from my pussy. Better yet, they gushed, because this was really something inspiring to watch. They splashed all over my hand and rolled down my thigh. I felt this trickly sensation of my own pussy fluids rolling down my thigh while I watched mom's hot cunt. She tightened her legs and let out a series of loud gasps while this cocksman kept on driving his big, thick joy stick deep inside of her. It didn't take long before all the juices gushed."
By then Bruce had already broken out in a sweat. He decided that if he was ever going to leave he would have to make the gesture now.
"I'd better get going," he said, easing his body toward the edge of the sofa.
"Don't be a jerk," Connie told him.
Connie was on her feet in an instant. She walked quickly toward Bruce, and soon there she was, staring down at his long, excited cock.
"Just look at that prick of yours," she said. "Looks like you're every bit as big as this guy that mom balled with, if not even bigger. I'd sure love to get that cock out and play with it."
"Like I said, Connie, I'd better be leaving."
"What the hell are you scared about?" Connie laughed. "A big stud like you working on the beach has had all kinds of opportunities with gorgeous-looking girls. Not only that, but there's no way of hiding what they've got by tricking you with their clothes. Here they are wearing their bikinis, letting it all hang out. and you can see pretty fast if they've got it or not."
"I'm not talking about my personal life," Bruce Ames said defensively. "All I'll tell you is that when I do get involved with women, on those occasions when I do choose to get involved, it's with somebody nearer my own age."
"You think I'm too young?" she laughed. "I've got men all ages chasing me and staring at me. Look at this body. Tell me something. Is this the body of a young girl or a woman? I'll just let you be the judge yourself."
As Bruce sat pensively on the edge of the sofa, he watched as Connie daringly reached out and undid her bikini halter. In an instant her black bikini top fell free, dropping to the floor as her firm, resolute alabaster breasts popped forward. They contrasted noticeably with the exposed portions of her body that had been attentively absorbing the rays of the summer sunshine on the beach. He loved the whiteness of her fleshy boobs and observed the way that her taut pink nipples stood out, practically announcing to him just how hard they were and how excited her entire body was at the prospect of some immediate sexual contact.
"Connie, no matter how you look, you're still a kid," he groaned, beginning to sweat more intensely than before.
"Let's forget about legal technicalities," she teased him laughingly. "Just look at the rest of what I've got."
With great pride, the beautiful brown-haired Connie grinned as she reached down and made a grab for her bikini bottoms. Her hips and ass cheeks wiggled rhythmically as she slid the confining bikini bottoms down her legs and off of her. Daintily she stepped out of them, proudly revealing her entire naked form.
She pushed her warm boobs forward, and as she did she extended her legs, giving Bruce his first glimpse at her wet, enticingly warm vagina, which was surrounded by a nest of rust-colored pubic hairs. He could see how her pussy hairs were matted from the wetness that she was already exuding, indicating just how much in the way of sexual excitement was smoldering inside her combustible young body.
"Just look at this bod," she teased him further, grinning coquettishly. "You're trying to tell me this is a little girl's body. No way, honey, and that big beautiful hard-on of yours tells me something other than what you're saying."
"I'm not trying to say you're not appealing," he explained. "Quite the contrary. As a matter-of-fact, I think you're just too appealing. You're such a beautiful young woman."
"I'm sure as hell not gonna tell if you aren't," she told him. "There have been quite a few guys over twenty-one who've fucked with me. As a matter-of-fact, I usually don't even bother with them if they're under eighteen, and even then I'm really picky. They've got to have plenty going for them. I prefer a guy who's kicked around, a ballsy stud who's had quite a few women, somebody like you. You definitely fit into that category, sweetheart. Everything about you tells me that."
Daringly the brown-haired beauty reached out with her right hand and tucked Bruce under the chin. Just that momentary contact was enough to cause him to feel even more smoldering waves of sensual excitement throughout his body as he kept staring at this beautiful young temptress, who was doing everything that she could to get him turned on and was succeeding tremendously.
Connie turned her body around, giving Bruce his first good look of her firm, ripe globes of ass flesh, which were also ivory textured, the same as her breasts. She bent over alluringly, wiggling her hips and ass cheeks as an excited Bruce kept on staring at her, unable to take his eyes away from the captivating sight of Connie's nubile body.
After showing him her twisting ass cheeks, Connie turned back around. She moved rapidly toward Bruce.
"Honey, I'm gonna have myself a feel," she giggled.
Connie reached down quickly, her fingers moving with snake-like grace as she maneuvered them inside Bruce's trunks. In a flash she pulled out his hard, throbbing cock, moving her fingers with slow but steady expertise as they ground against the fleshy base of his hard, commanding cock.
"Oh, damned, this feels good," she laughed. "Do I ever love playing with your hard-on. This is what I call fun."
"Let me go, please let me go."
"You don't really want me to let you go. For such a big bold guy, you sure can get scared. You don't have to worry about little old Connie."
"Honey, I'm losing the last bit of self-control that I've got," he issued her a final warning. "I'm not responsible for what happens once that I lose all self-control."
"You bet you're not," she giggled. "You don't have to worry about that at all, darling. As a matter-of-fact, I don't care one bit if you completely let yourself go. I'm gonna be damned disappointed if you don't."
"You're just too much of a temptress to believe."
"I sure am," she giggled once more, continuing to grind her fingers sharply against the firmness of his long, aroused rod.
Finally Bruce decided that it was futile trying to fight something that strong. Yes, he concluded, it was worth taking the chance in the case of this beautiful young woman. Besides, he thought, she was the last person who would ever complain, and as long as just the two of them were involved, then how could anything tragic possibly occur?
"Okay, fasten your seatbelt," Bruce gulped.
While the radiant beauty continued to grind her fingers assertively up and down the elongated base of his rigid shaft, Bruce reached out and made a grab for her breasts, which cascaded within inches of him as she kept edging her body forward, grinding her fingers solidly against his firm, erect shaft.
Bruce's fingers clutched tightly against the alabaster surface of her firm, warm breasts. His fingers pinched and squeezed against the pillow-like smoothly sensuous skin. After several quick, tugging grabs at her breasts, he let his fingers come to rest against the pebble-like hardness of her pink nipples, which jutted forward with great pride.
He squeezed and twisted her nipples, and the twitching sensations elicited feelings of pain within her, but not to the point where Connie was about to complain. Oh, no, she wasn't about to complain, because she was enjoying all too much those quick, twisting finger strokes that he generated against her strawberry nipples.
"I love it, I love it," she sighed breathlessly. "Come on and let yourself go, darling. Ohhh, I've got to get your trunks off. What a beautiful body you've got. It's so much nicer now that I can see your big long prick. Now that I can play with it. Now that I can curl my fingers around it. I wanted your prick for so long. I wanted to touch you like this."
"That's what I thought."
"I figured you'd realize it."
"Yes, I did."
"Then I wish to hell you would have met him halfway. We could have been doing this all summer long, you scared little jack rabbit. Imagine, I'm the one who should be scared, but here you are, you big bold lifeguard."
"Like I said, baby, you're trouble and I didn't want to tamper around with somebody like you."
"You don't have a thing to worry about. We're gonna make all kinds of beautiful, wild love."
Her fingers reached out and made a grab for Bruce's trunks, which by then were dangling against his thighs. Several hard, tugging stabs later, she had removed his trunks and had tossed them to the rug.
In a flash the panting, brown-haired beauty was on her knees, once again allowing her fingers to glide up and down the mammoth surface of Bruce's long, excited phallus.
After a few more quick, decisive finger strokes, the beautiful young teenager released her fingers from his hard cock and jumped to her feet.
"Come on, the bedroom's this way," she giggled.
Bruce watched her swiveling hips glide as she walked several steps in front of him. After staring at her enticing ass cheeks for a little while, he reached out and made a grab for her firm, fleshy buttocks.
His fingers squeezed sharply against the firm flesh of her ripe ass globes. The captivating Connie knew exactly how to respond to his movements, twisting her buttocks teasingly, doing all that she could to turn him on to the ultimate extent.
"You naughty guy, playing with my hot butt," she laughed. "Go ahead, keep sinking those fingers against my hot ass. How I love this. Yes, I love the way you're playing with my butt. Come on, keep grinding your fingers against it. This is so exciting. Ahhh, I love it. Playing grab ass. What could be more fun than a horny guy digging his fingers against your hot ass cheeks?"
The harder that he squeezed her buttocks, the faster that her motions became as she wove a magnificent rhythmic impromptu dance. Symmetrically her hips and ass cheeks kept on grinding as Bruce squeezed and twisted with his fingers, kneading the warm chunks of flesh.
As he finally released his fingers from her ass cheeks, her wiggling body squirmed free of his grasp and led him once more in the direction of the bedroom.
Soon their bodies were lasciviously pressing against one another. They broke into a sweat as Bruce plunged his firm, cascading chest forward, allowing its muscular, hairy surface to glide against the alabaster softness of his lover's tits.
"It feels so good," she whispered. "Keep plunging your body forward. Ohhh, it feels so nice to have your body pushing against mine. What a nice feeling. It's a beautiful feeling, my love. Let's keep it going. Yes, ohhh, I want you to kiss me. Please, come on, kiss me."
Rapidly responding to her urgings, Bruce leaned forward. His smoldering lips landed with solid impact as they ground against the thickly sensuous, firm red lips of the beautiful Connie Thomas. He let his lips plunge sharply against hers for a little while, after which he removed them. By that point he was ready to grind his hot red tongue forward.
Connie opened her mouth breathlessly, anticipating a fiery series of tongue kisses.
"Come on, push your tongue inside me," she sighed. "Grind it against mine. Baby, how I want it. Push your tongue. We're both so turned on. Let's keep it going."
Soon his tongue was gliding fervently inside of Connie's mouth. Their hot, wet tongues meshed in a delightful sea of volcanic passion. They kept on plunging against one another for several long, piercing minutes. Finally he removed his tongue from her mouth.
Lewdly the brown-haired beauty extended her nakedly splayed, tanned, coppery legs. She gave him a good look at the matted, enticingly wet hairs of her pubic bush. He kept staring down at her vagina, taking a good look at the pink moist cavern, which he knew was ready for some immediate action.
Her body trembled wildly as Bruce shoved his piercing red tongue forward, allowing it to scrape up and down her thighs. Rapidly he would alternate his tongue movements, switching from her left to her right, then back again. His quickly projecting tongue continued its rapid fire volleys for a few moments more, and all the while he picked up the enticing scent of her musky female aroma. It imparted within him the zealous desire to reach out with his slashing tongue and do exactly what she had so graphically described to him only a few minutes earlier in the case of her mother and her lover.
"That's it, go down on me," she begged gaspingly. "I want your tongue. Your smoldering tongue. Put out the fires inside me. Please, let's do it. Grind your hot tongue. Slide it inside of my hot slit. Darling, come on, just suck me. Give me a fantastic suck. I know you can do it. You're a hot, wonderful man. Make my pussy gush. Go after every drop of the hot juice."
Her pleas were like music to Bruce's ears as he reached out and ran his fingers up and down the moist surface of Connie's thighs, which he had sucked so generously only moments earlier. His tongue reached down and slowly snaked its way against the quiveringly erect bud of her clitoris.
"Ohhh, you've got my jewel," she gasped. "How I love it. You know what you're doing. Ooooh, just touching my clit turns me on so much. Baby, keep it up. I'm going wild. Ohhh, I'm going wild."
Her dampened thighs, wet from the combination of her own sweat and Bruce's saliva, locked around Bruce's head as his tongue wiggled against her wet, lustrous pubic hairs.
"It tickles, ohhh, you're going after my triangle," she sighed. "Darling, keep it up. Ooooh, keep up this action."
His piercing fingers pushed sharply against her writhing buttocks as he drove his tongue forward once more, this time thrusting it inside the fleshy pit of her warm, luridly alive vagina.
"Ooooh, how I love it," Connie gasped. "Turn on, honey, ohhh, are you ever turning on. Keep driving your tongue inside me. Please, ohhh, push it inside my pussy. Push it fast. Keep pushing it. Just bring me off. Your fantastic tongue is doing it. Ohhh, slide it. Come on, really slide it."
His rapidly pulsating tongue kept on sensitively working its way inside of the wetness of her pulsating pussy. The faster that he drove it, the closer that he pushed his beautiful teenage lover to the point of climax. Bruce's tongue kept on working sharply, driving against her warm, nakedly alive cunt. Every now and then he would switch the activity to her clitoris, tickling it with his quick, probing strokes, which brought her ever nearer to the state of a wildly gushing orgasm.
"Keep that up," she gulped. "Ohhh, come on, drive your tongue inside me. Keep it going, darling.
Ooooh, ohhh, suck me. Come on, suck me. Ohhh, bring me off."
His tongue continued to make its commanding presence felt against the moistness of her sweltering pink vagina. As his fingers locked sharply around her buttocks, she flung her hips and ass cheeks with passionate glee, all the while being pushed ever nearer to the point of a dramatic explosion.
"Here I go," she announced. "Ooooh, ahhh, swallow every drop of it, my love. Yes, how I want it. How I need it."
Her trembling fingers moved rapidly up and down Bruce's sweaty back as his charging tongue kept on driving, working into the passionate innermost depths of her hot gash as he swallowed every delightful droplet of her gushing juice.
"Ooooh, you're really sucking me," she sighed. "Eat out my pussy lining, honey. Go get every precious drop of the stuff. Darling, ohhh, how I love it."
Her fingers moved with lightning speed as she ground them against the shocks of his black, sweaty hair. All the while his rampaging tongue kept on driving, working with earnest conviction as he let it slide inside her vagina until the final few drops of her pussy juices sprayed from her mound.
CHAPTER SIX
With Bruce having done an excellent job of sucking out Connie's pussy, she was eager to excite him in every way that she could.
Her eager, trembling fingers reached out and made a grab for the rubbery tip of his excited shaft. Her tingling fingers caused his entire cock to become itchy. The faster that her fingers ground along the tip of his hard, rangy pole, the better he became acclimated to her style of finger action. She would grind her fingers quickly, then would slow up the pace, all the while enjoying the manner in which he was turning on with her massaging strokes.
"You really do know how to excite a man," he sighed.
"Yes, I do. And some men are a lot more excitable than others. You happen to be one of the most excitable."
"I've never been at a loss for turning on."
"No, I can see that. That's definitely true."
Her fingers ground against the tip of his cock, after which she then started to drive her fingers up and down the base of his steely instrument, reminding him of the stroke pattern that she had set forth when she had played with his cock before. Up and down she kept on plunging, grinding her fiery fingers fervently against his fleshy shaft.
"Keep the action going," he told her. "I can't believe how good you are. You're really turning me on."
Her fingers stroked against his long, throbbing pole for a few moments more. After that she reached down with both hands and let her finger tips glide against his excitement-filled testicles. The harder that she squeezed with her plunging fingers, the louder his gasps became as he responded to her pulsating finger strokes.
"I can't believe it," he said. "You're sending all these shock waves through me. How good it feels. Your fingers are tremendous. The way you're working them."
"I'll bet they do. Just how many men have you been fucking around with?"
"A few," Connie replied smilingly, "but I don't intend to give you anymore details than that. After all, I'll just remind you of one thing. You were the one who told me that you didn't believe in talking about your personal life. I don't see why I should either."
"But I never described a sex act, either, like you did about your mother."
"That was just her. I was watching."
"I know, and playing with yourself."
"That doesn't involve anybody else. That's what you'd call a strictly private pursuit."
"Damned, but you're smart."
"I've been around for somebody my age."
Her fingers slid against the crinkly surface of his warm balls for a few more strokes. After that she reached out and made a grab for Bruce's thighs, massaging them as she ran her fingers up and down the muscular surface of his tanned, firm skin.
As she held on tightly to his warm thighs, the beautiful teenager pushed her head in between his legs and thrust her stirring tongue forward.
Bruce was taken strictly by surprise as the brown-haired beauty shoved her tongue forward, grinding it up between his upraised buttocks and pushing it inside of the tight confines of his warmly alive ass-hole.
His hips and ass cheeks twisted and twitched as she ground her tongue up between his hot legs and into his anus. The quicker that her tongue plunged, the faster that his ass cheeks and hips writhed as he enjoyed the quick, captivating strokes that she sent inside of him.
"Ohhh, you little ass licker," he gulped. "I can't believe you. You're just too good. You're turning me on with your tongue strokes. Oooh, ahhh, how I love this. I'm so excited. Come on, get me off. Honey, ahhh, this hot, quick tongue of yours. I love the way you're driving it. Come on, keep moving it. Keep moving your hot tongue."
Soon Bruce's entire body became laden with perspiration. He could feel the quivering waves of uninhibited desire sweeping through his body, inundating him with wild sensation from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes as his lover kept on charging with her blistering tongue, letting it slide feverishly as she pushed it up between his legs and into the innermost depths of his wild, twisting ass.
"Come on, ass licker, suck me, suck me," Bruce sighed.
While her tongue kept on driving with impassioned delight, sweeping high into his rectal passage, Bruce reached down and began running his fingers up and down her back. Her skin was covered with a misty sheen of perspiration as his fingers kept on sliding against her skin, working feverishly as her tongue kept on pressing, pushing warmly up between his extended thighs and into the surface of his ass-hole.
"Ahhh, I don't know how much more of this I can take without gushing," he told her. "Honey, what a determined tongue you've got. The way you're stroking me. Oh, damned, what an ass licker."
While her tongue kept on concentrating wildly on Bruce's wildly writhing ass-hole, she reached down and once more made a grab for his bulging testicles. Her fingers tightly squeezed the warm sacs of flesh, feeling the milky softness-of them, recognizing that stored up inside his fleshy nuts was a voluminous explosion that she was determined to entice out of him.
"Damned, keep fingering my nuts," he exclaimed. "Keep sucking my balls. How I love this. Ohhh, I'm coming on. Honey, there's only so much of this a man can take."
His fingers pushed with greater rigidity than before as they glided along her sweat-dampened back. Her fingers continued clutching and squeezing, moving with great passion against his crinkly nuts as her tongue worked deep inside of his ass-hole, pushing him ever closer to the state of a wildly tempestuous orgasm.
The faster that she sucked, the more noticeably that he tilted his body as Bruce raised his writhing ass cheeks, enjoying every quick, tremulous tongue stroke that she sent up between his thighs and into the tight, inner surface of his rectum.
"Suck me, suck me, suck me," he sighed. "You're driving me wild. Your tongue is too much. Honey, keep on stroking. Push your tongue. Push it. Ohhh, push it inside my ass-hole. I'm so turned on by you. Ohhh, you beautiful little bitch. You ass-sucking little bitch."
A writhing, gasping Bruce removed his fingers from his lover's back. He stroked her buttocks, pushing his fingers against the now familiar, pillowy smooth flesh. Bruce squeezed them as if he were pushing his fingers against two gigantic marshmallows. As he squeezed her ass flesh, her tongue cannonaded even more sharply as she pushed it up between his rotating buttocks and into his ass-hole.
Bruce's heart pounded with pulsating desire as he enjoyed every quick, crisp stroke that she sent forth with her piercing tongue.
"I just can't take much more of it," he grunted. "Your tongue is too much. Darling, the way you drive it. Ooooh, what a tongue."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bruce's sweaty body kept on reeling under the steady onslaught of Connie's hungrily intruding tongue, which kept on slashing high and deep into his rectum.
All the while the devastating teenager kept up her rigid pursuit of his testicles, which she teased with her finger onslaught, driving her fingers alternately in sharp and soft fashion. For a while she would dig them ever so intensely against his scorching nuts, following which she would then ease off, dramatically reducing the pressure as she snaked her fingers around his scorching testicles, which were filled with hot, gushing liquid.
She released her fingers finally from his hot balls and her tongue from his ass-hole. Connie recognized just how close this handsome lifeguard was to exploding his thick, white juices. She did not want them to be wasted in such a manner, spilling over the bed and gushing onto the rug.
"You gave me as wild a pussy suck as a girl could ever get," she grinned. "So now I'm gonna turn the tables on you, honey. I'm gonna suck your cock."
"Give me a wild cock suck," Bruce grunted. "I want your tongue to really go to work. Come on, honey. Really grind it."
"I sure will."
She winked at Bruce confidently, reaching down and grabbing hold of his thighs, twisting her fingers sharply against them as she pushed her tongue once more against his testicles. She teased his testicles with slow, exploratory strokes. After she had succeeded in pushing Bruce back to the same high level of anxiety that he had occupied just before she had abandoned the ass suck, she then ground her tongue more quickly than before, letting it slash and twist against his warm, aroused testicles.
When she released her tongue from his flaming nuts, she reached down and let her fingers clutch tightly against his hot balls. While she stroked his ballooning testicles, she pushed her tongue forward and let it tickle the tingly tip of his quiveringly erect cock.
"Ohhh, damned, those tickling movements drive me wild," Bruce sighed, his body sharply twisting as his buttocks writhed. "Come on, honey. Really suck me. Your tongue can do it. Move that commanding tongue. Get me off. Ooooh, come on, bring me off with your hot sucking."
Her quickly charging tongue kept up its rampaging pace, grinding against the tip of his steely tool. The longer that she probed with her tongue against the tip of his firm organ, the faster that her rampaging tongue commenced to attack it, and as she did she kept on grinding her fingers resourcefully against his testicles.
"Bring me off," he declared. "What a tongue. What a beautiful tongue. Come on, honey. Just keep on sucking me."
Bruce reached out and let his sweaty fingers clutch hold of her hair. The tighter that he squeezed, the faster that her rampaging tongue slid against the nozzle-like tip of his erect, mammoth penis. After awhile she began to concentrate her efforts along the steely base of his elongated prong.
While her tongue continued to drive in a whirling dervish of passionate delight, her fingers kept on responding to the challenge, sliding tantalizing against his warm nuts as she pushed him ever closer to the point of a dazzling orgasm.
Bruce could hardly believe just how good this beautiful young woman was at sucking cock. She knew just how to operate her tongue, just the manner in which to exercise proper tempo. For a while she would grind it with rapid delight, allowing it to twist and slide as she moved it up and down the full length of his captivated organ. After that, about the time that she felt he was on the verge of gushing, she would dramatically slow up her pace, grinding her tongue more slowly than before as it worked up and down his long, emblazoned shaft.
"Keep that action going," he cried out with ever-mounting desperation. "I can't hold out for much longer. The juices are gonna have to shoot from my prick. Your tongue is doing a job on me. Keep it going, honey. Let it grind. Really let it slide up and down my hard rod."
Her tongue clasped solidly around his hard, excited organ. It fitted snugly like a fist inside a velvety glove. Her ovaled mouth kept on clasping against his firm rigidity as she ground her tongue confidently up and down the full length of his immense stock, all the while stroking diligently with her fingers as she propelled him ever closer to the point of a spine-tingling orgasm.
Bruce desperately clenched against her hair, his sweaty fingers pushing and twisting as he glided her down against his long, excited arsenal.
"Just get me off," he exclaimed. "Come on, suck my hot prick. I'm so close."
The telltale sensations were present, those that immediately precede orgasm. The hot, grunting, sweaty, impassioned Bruce could feel those quivering sensations in his nuts. He was enjoying it so much that there emerged a writhing sensation of pain in his hot testicles as she kept on driving her swirling tongue, gliding it up and down the firm length of his fleshy shaft as she pushed him ever closer to the wild precipice of a spontaneous orgasm.
"Go get it," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, I'm so close."
Her all-consuming tongue kept on devouring him, grinding up and down the full length of his stiff pole. She could taste the first few droplets of his pre-orgasmic fluid, and that only served to excite the beautiful Connie that much more as she tugged resourcefully and quickly at his balls, begging him with her finger movements to explode every droplet of his hot, cyclonic juices from the end of his steaming, excited peter.
"Just a few more sucks," he gasped, on the helpless brink of a wild orgasm. "Come on, milk me dry, sweetheart."
His fingers tightened even more noticeably than before against her scalp as his body lunged forward. The hot droplets of his flaming phallic fluid spilled from the tip of his electrified cock. He could feel those twitching waves of sensation, the same kind that had surfaced so noticeably in his testicles, at the end of his steaming, fluid-filled dagger as he watched her clasping, ovaled lips push determinedly against the base of his hard organ as her tongue rapidly began to attack the hot, excited droplets of his flaming phallic flood tide that soon began to fill her mouth.
Bruce's eyes opened wide as he continued to hold on tightly to her scalp, watching as her swirling red tongue moved back and forth, eager to capture every drop of his flaming jissum.
Several droplets of his hot juice rolled down the left side of her mouth and trickled atop the crisp white bed sheets, but the rest of his load she was able to control with her spirited tongue as she gulped and swallowed, collecting the savory droplets in her flaming gullet.
"Swallow it, ohhh, swallow every drop of it," he sighed breathlessly. "Come on, baby. What a tongue job you're giving me. Ahhh, you're too much. You're something else, ahhh, come on, swallow every drop."
His sweaty fingers began to slide up and down her back as he heaved several more deep, loud sighs. After that she removed her tongue from his shaft, which diminished in intensity and size in the immediate aftermath of their wild orgasmic adventure.
"What a suck you are," Bruce said affectionately, running his fingers through her hair.
"What a man you are," she replied, reaching down and making another move toward his slightly flaccid cock.
"Oh, damned, you never want to quit," Bruce laughed.
"You aren't complaining, are you?"
"How the hell could a guy complain when he's been turned on as much as I have? You're an incredible young woman."
"I guess I've spent a lot of time watching my mother," she laughed. "I knew that she'd be good for something."
"Come on now. You shouldn't be talking about her in such a downgrading manner."
"Okay, maybe I do over-do it a little. Anyway, I'm following in her footsteps. I'm learning how much fun it is to go after lots of hot cock. Just as long as it's the right guy. I've sure got the right guy now."
Her fingers massaged and teased the tip of Bruce's cock. Within a matter of seconds she had instilled new life in it, and now her fingers were progressing sweepingly up and down the rubbery base of his ever-intensifying organ. The faster that her alert fingers moved as they pressed against his solid cock, the more rapidly that the excitement returned as his whole body began to feel alive with sensation just as it had before he had exploded his cock fluid inside of her mouth.
"You're really pumping with your fingers," he nodded. "You're terrific with the finger action."
"I know what I want. I want your cock again. I want you inside my hot cunt. I want to be feeling those same sensations my mother felt the other night when that guy was pumping it to her."
Her fingers moved up and down his electrified pole a few more times, after which she released them. Bruce watched as his gorgeous lover rolled over on her back, extending her legs.
The sensual, demure Connie reached down with her right hand and let her fingers begin to stroke against the velvety softness of her pink vagina.
He loved hearing the heavy breathing sounds that escaped from her lips as her hips twisted against the bed beneath her.
Bruce was once again hypnotized by this young woman's awesome beauty and reckless sensuality as her fingers dug even deeper, grinding against the wetness of her flushed pussy lips.
When she eventually released her fingers from her flaming cunt, she extended her nakedly splayed thighs even wider. Lewdly she flung her hips back and forth, teasing her lover, prompting him to stick his hard, sturdy cock inside of her.
"Come on, my legs are spread," she panted. "I want you in me. Darling, come on, just slam your cock. Really give me a good fuck. You can do it. Ohhh, how I want you. How I want your hard, driving, slashing prick."
He shoved his body forward, letting it lunge with panther-like grace toward her open, vulnerable cuntal valley.
Bruce's fingers reached down and squeezed her ever-compliant, resilient, alabaster breasts. As his fingers dug in intensely, he pushed his hard-charging cock forward, heaving a deep sigh as he made his initial penetration inside her willing twat.
He liked the way that her fiery body reacted to his charging strokes as she wiggled her hips back and forth, grinding them lasciviously as her hips and ass cheeks undulated to his quick, decisive penetrations.
As her hips wiggled wildly, his fingers dug sharply against the pebble-like hardness of her crinkly nipple flesh.
"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me," she declared. "How I love your hard strokes. Ooooh, so hard, so good."
Her legs tightened as she flung her ass cheeks back and forth, responding to his every hard, sharp blast.
Just as the beads of sweat were beginning to surface anew on his forehead, and as Bruce was charging with his grinding cock, enjoying every lascivious bit of contact that developed between them, there was a voice that cut through the crisp air, one that he had never heard before.
"What the fuck is going on here?" a woman's voice shrieked loudly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bruce immediately removed his penis from Connie's pussy. He looked down at the beautiful young nymphant, whose chin dropped as her face suddenly whitened.
He turned and observed a lovely, well-proportioned woman wearing a white blouse and black slacks. She stood with her hands on her hips, her face reddening with every passing instant.
"You little bitch, you rotten little bitch," the woman said, her hands trembling as she walked toward the bed and stared into Connie's eyes.
"I did it and I'm glad of it," Connie suddenly responded after a momentary silence.
"You little bitch. Is this what you're coming to?"
"Why not. After all, I've learned from my mother and I've learned my lessons well."
Connie's mother flinched, turning her head away abruptly at her daughter's remark. She reached out and then delivered a stinging slap which caught Connie on the right side of her face.
As she jumped up from the bed Connie's face reddened, and she immediately clenched her fists, moving toward her mother, shouting angrily.
"I don't have to take any slaps from you," Connie said. "I'm gonna give you a dose of your own medicine. I'm gonna hit you. You can ball with any stud who comes in here, but I can't."
Deciding quickly to intervene, a thoroughly stunned Bruce reached out and made a grab for Connie, holding onto her waist tightly as he sought to calm her down.
"Honey, it is your mother," Bruce reminded her.
"I don't give a damn. Let me at her. I'll scratch her eyes out."
"Like hell you will," her mother defiantly stood her ground.
"Relax, calm down, both of you," Bruce said.
Suddenly the beautiful woman in the slacks turned her attentions on Bruce. Her hair, which she wore short, was a dark but lustrously rich blonde color. Her blue eyes flashed menacingly as she stared at Bruce. Bruce's muscles tensed as he sensed an impending explosion. He let go of
Connie's waist as the young girl stood by, waiting for the eruption to occur.
"Just who the hell are you, you meddlesome son-of-a-bitch?" she shouted angrily.
"My name is Bruce Ames."
"Just who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here and seducing my little girl like this?"
"He didn't seduce me at all," Connie said defiantly. "As a matter-of-fact, I seduced him and I'm very proud of it. I had to practically talk him into it, even though he wanted to do it all along. He was afraid of screwing with me because he thought he'd be a bad example or something. He was a good example. I loved every bit of it."
"I'll deal with you later," the frustrated woman snapped. "You should realize, you son-of-a-bitch, that you were dealing with an under-age girl."
"Yes, I knew that."
"Oh, you did. Then that makes it even worse."
"I wanted him to do it," Connie chimed in.
"I've got a good mind to turn you in," Connie's mother exclaimed, stopping a few feet away from Bruce. "I've got a mind to, but I won't."
Connie's mother paced the floor for several seconds. As Bruce watched her curiously, her expression then suddenly changed from one of anger to an expression of tranquility. All of a sudden her eyes brightened as she stared at Bruce, examining his long, hard cock and his muscular body.
"Say, it seems to me I've seen you somewhere before," Connie's mother said. "My name is Sally Thomas. Does that mean anything to you?"
"No, but I think I know where you saw me."
"Wait a minute. Yes. It was at the beach the other day. I always notice a striking-looking man in any circumstances."
As Bruce Ames focused his eyes attentively on the radiant Sally Thomas, he began to feel a magnetic attraction toward her. She had the same charismatic sex appeal that her young daughter possessed. It was almost impossible for him to conceive of this youthful-looking woman with the flawless figure being the mother of the teenaged and extremely knowledgeable Connie, but there she was, standing with her hands on her hips, her proud breasts jutting forward.
"You're a striking-looking woman," Bruce gulped.
"Just wait'll you see what I've got to offer."
"Bug off, you bitch," Connie shouted angrily. "This man's mine. You don't share any of your boyfriends with me."
"Maybe I'll have to start thinking about that," Sally Thomas laughed. "Yes, maybe I have been a little too fussy. After all, it looks like you've done very well on your own, my dear. I must compliment you on your taste. This is a very handsome-looking guy. I said that the other day on the beach and I'll say it again. He definitely has a lot going for him."
"Thank you very much. I appreciate your complimentary attitude."
"Don't mention it, my sweet. Just give me a chance to get out of my clothes. If you think I look good now, just wait until I'm as naked as my daughter. If I do say so myself, I've got as good a body as she does."
"I'm gonna demand to fuck with your boyfriends," Connie fumed.
"Whatever you say, my dear," Sally smiled. "I'm sorry. It's not that I'm really trying to cut in on your action or anything like that. I just think that if daughter can have sex with this handsome stud of a man, that I ought to be able to as well. For one thing I'm very hot right now, darling."
"Didn't you just come back from sex with one of your studs?" Connie asked.
"As a matter-of-fact I did, but it didn't come to anything," she shook her head. "The son-of-a-bitch got smashed before I arrived, and with all the liquor that he'd had, he wasn't able to get his cock up. It's a very frustrating experience for me, particularly since I was so hot when I got over there. But now it's just like a dream come true. Here's this handsome-looking guy with this huge cock. Maybe I blew up in the beginning, but I was quickly brought around to reason."
Just to emphasize her point further, Sally Thomas walked over and patted Bruce's steaming cock affectionately. She released her fingers from it, then undid the buttons of her blouse.
As Bruce stared at Connie's mother, he concluded silently that she was wearing no bra beneath her blouse. He could hardly wait to see her lush breasts pop free of the confinement of her blouse.
After she finished undoing the buttons, the beautiful young woman tossed her blouse on a nearby chair, firmly shoving her breasts forward, daring Bruce to reach out and touch them.
"Just look at what I've got here," she said. "They're all yours, baby. When I give myself to a man, I go all the way."
"In that sense you're very much like your daughter," Bruce smiled, walking quickly toward Sally Thomas. "I must admire you both for that trait."
"Reach out and grab a handful of tits, honey."
"I'd be most happy to. That's the kind of invitation I'm always gonna respond to."
Bruce smiled cheerfully, reaching out with both hands and letting his fingers fasten tightly around the firm, doughy chunks of resilient flesh. As his fingers ran soothingly over her melons, he listened to the heavy breathing of Sally, realizing that she turned on in the same excitable fashion as did her beautiful daughter.
"That's it, keep on touching me there," Sally taunted affectionately. "Run your fingers over my tits. Ooooh, I love those smooth, wonderful sensations. Come on, keep on grinding your fingers against-my tits. Ahhh, ohhh, clasp tight, darling."
"Where does this-leave me?" Connie shouted angrily. "Here I'm having a good time and my own mother comes in and wrecks the action."
"Don't fret, my child," Sally said. "We can make this a threesome easily enough. But just give your mom a chance. After all, I just got here and you've already had him. Just what happened before I got here?"
"I sucked him off and he tongued my pussy until I exploded."
"Wow, then you really did get a head start," Sally laughed.
Bruce's fingers continued to glide against the curvaceous folds of Sally's inviting breast flesh. Eventually she decided that it was time for her to finish the act of undressing.
"All right, you can turn your fingers loose now," Sally purred like a kitten. "I want to show you my pussy."
Bruce immediately dropped his fingers from her breasts, watching as the voluptuous Sally Thomas wiggled out of her slacks. She wore no panties beneath them, and as she stepped out of her slacks, she extended her legs enticingly as Bruce's eyes widened and he stared at her appetizing mound of Venus, which was covered by shimmering strands of dark blonde pubic hair which corresponded with the color of the hair on her head.
He watched intently, his cock hardening with great rapidity, as the seductive Sally Thomas eased her beautiful body downward onto the bed. The fingers of her left hand closed in on her pussy. With vigorous desire she immediately commenced rubbing her excited vagina. Instantly Bruce observed the wetness surfacing in her dewy mound as she fingered her hot hole, sliding her fingers deep inside her moist, electrified triangle.
"I want to bring myself off," Sally sighed breathlessly. "Just watch me, honey. Look at my hot butt. Look at my thighs. Look at my big beautiful tits. Haven't I got a lot to offer?"
"That you have."
"Keep staring at me."
"My eyes are on you. Don't worry about that."
Her fingers kept on sliding and twisting as she worked them resourcefully inside her wet, intensified furrow of seething cuntal flesh. The more rapidly that her fingers plunged against her nest, the faster that she wiggled her hips and ass cheeks as she pushed herself that much nearer toward a vigorous explosion.
Sally's hips and buttocks continued to glide as her fingers dug deep into her moist, slippery slit. A few quick, explosive finger thrusts later, the juices bolted from her pussy, dripping down her thighs and dropping eventually to the bed sheets beneath her.
"That was just to warm myself up," she said. "Okay, lover, now I'm ready to take you on. And don't be disappointed, Connie dear. You're gonna be in on this, too. I just want this handsome hunk of he-man to myself for a little while."
"Trust your mother," Bruce looked at Connie.
"I guess I've got to," Connie said disconsolately.
"Don't feel that way about it," Bruce patted her on top of the head. "You're gonna be in on this. But I do want to take on this gorgeous woman lying there on the bed. You did tell me just how attractive your mother was, and I can see that everything you said was true."
"Thank you for saying such nice things about me," Sally smiled. "Just look at this handsome beast of a man. Come on, honey. I want you to dominate me. You look like the type who could dominate any woman."
"You're damned right I can," Bruce told her confidently.
His eyes sparkled as he threw his trembling, smoldering body downward on top of the bed, where he landed with a lurid plop. Immediately he pushed his head forward, sliding his tongue up and down against the shadowy valley that separated the pendulous, undulating breasts of the beautiful Sally Thomas.
"Yes, my baby's got the same beautiful tits I've got," she laughed. "You loved her tits, and so you love mine. Come on, honey. Just work that hot tongue of yours. I love it. Ohhh, how I love a tongue that explodes between my hot boobs. Keep on sucking me. Yes, how I love it."
His tongue immediately created a trail of saliva between his beautiful lover's alabaster boobs as he ground his tongue up and down. He then let it fasten against her warm, scintillating tits, allowing it to probe and slide as she heaved long, deep sighs, responding to his every twisting tongue movement.
She hurled her firm, ripe melons upward toward him, enjoying the manner in which he was captivatingly exploring the ripe folds of her hot flesh.
"Keep on tonguing me, tiger," she called out eagerly. "What a tongue you've got. Come on, pepper me with it, sweetheart. Ooooh, speaking of pepper, that's what I really feel like down between my legs. I'm getting so hot down there from this beautiful sucking you're giving me. What a tongue, baby doll, ohhh, keep pouring it into me. Yes, my darling, suck me."
Once that his tongue had driven against her warm, compliant boobs, he then let it come to rest against her crinkly nipples. His tongue moved with great dispatch, confronting the hot, pebble-like hardness of her strawberry-colored nipples as she threw her head back and gasped ecstatically, enjoying the attention of his plunging red tongue.
Connie watched all the while, but soon the disillusionment that had seized her disappeared. She recognized that this handsome lifeguard was giving her mother the same kind of fantastic sensations that she had earlier enjoyed and she was certain that this tempestuous male lover would soon be focusing his attentions on her naked body, too.
CHAPTER NINE
Eventually Sally Thomas could withstand no more of Bruce's nipple sucking. She just had to take matters into her own hands and get things progressing in an even brisker fashion.
"Turn loose, honey, turn your tongue loose," she sighed. "I've got something for you. Something very nice."
As Bruce Ames released his tongue from the beautiful Sally's nipples and stared into her eyes, she reached up and touched the widely throbbing bulge between his quivering thighs. As her fingers moved adroitly over the full length of Bruce's long, excitement-filled cock, he practically leaped off the floor in a convulsive reaction to the electrical shock of her touch against his sensitive glans.
She kept on lightly stroking the protruding hardness, tantalizingly sliding her fingers along his swollen prong until Bruce thought that he would have to juice at any moment.
"Come on, honey, tell me you want to fuck me," she hissed wetly in his ear. "Tell me you want to screw me."
"Oh, damned, yes, yes, a thousand times yes, I want to fuck you," Bruce said.
By then Connie was infatuated over the activity that was taking place before her very eyes. She couldn't help but develop a growing admiration, reluctant though it was, and encumbered by jealousy though it was, for her beautiful mother who seemed to know exactly what to do to please a hot young man.
Bruce could barely contain himself at this point, words tearing from his throat in a strenuous cry that he scarcely recognized as his own.
He reached upwards and let his mouth grind against Sally's soft, pliant lips, his own lips parting as she flailed her hot red tongue deep inside his mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around, her hand beginning to move faster than before as it moved over the full length of Bruce's turgid rigidity.
As if it had a will of its own, Bruce's left hand came up and found one of Sally's firm, naked breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the warmly pulsing flesh and the chip-hard little nipple. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which was seeping from the hardened tip of his elongated prick as the beautiful Sally continued to massage him with a practiced rubbing until he was afraid his balls would surely explode and fill the room once more with his hot-white, gushing jissum.
"How do you want to fuck me, baby?" Sally passionately mewled as their mouths parted for air. "Tell me how you want to do it, lover boy."
"Hard and deep," an excited Bruce Ames shouted back.
"I like that," the older woman moaned deliriously. "That's what I like. Determination."
Uncontrolled sensations surged through Sally's tautly rippling belly and loins as her greedy, cat-like eyes stared hungrily at the throbbing penis which stood out in hard erection from Bruce's inner thighs. His testicles were tight and had the texture of soft velvet intermingled with the thick bush of pubic hair which surrounded it.
"Do I ever want your prick, lover boy," she winked, moaning delightedly. "I know it's gonna feel like heaven when you're fucking me deep inside my cunt. Come on, let's get into it, sweetheart. I want to fuck. I'm determined to be fucked. I'm determined to be fucked by you."
He slid between the beautiful Sally's naked legs and knelt over her, his arms stiff and supporting on either side of her shoulders. Bruce smiled apprehensively down at her face and Sally returned his smile, appraising every inch of his muscular body and his proudly stiffened penis which stood out from his hair-sprinkled loins.
"You're beautiful, you're absolutely beautiful," Sally groaned encouragingly. "Come on, kiss me, lover boy. Give me a good kiss before you fuck me."
Bruce quickly began to shower hot kisses moistly over Sally's face and throat and down into the valley of her quivering full breasts. He couldn't help but observe that she had as voluptuous a pair of tits as he had ever seen, and the increasing throb in his impatiently pulsating cock was letting him know that there was no way she could get out of being screwed now. He moved his hands quickly over the taut, smooth globes of her naked white flesh, and she breathed hot and sweet into his ear, her tongue flicking to dance inside and race along the soft skin of his sensitive lobe. Sally's hands searched down between their naked bodies and located the rock-hard flesh of Bruce's rampaging cock, and he gasped aloud as the hot, searing tips of Sally's fingers closed around his throbbing erection. Once again he dipped down and closed his eager lips over her mouth as their tongues fused and swirled around one another's as if trying to blend into one long, wet length.
Sally was unable to resist the temptation to crush his nakedly budding body down upon her own warm flesh, and so she encircled her arms around Bruce's back and enveloped him, not caring about anything but the firm, handsome lover pressed so tightly against her.
The lovely, panting Sally crushed the full length of Bruce's muscular body against her own, and ground her moistly throbbing pelvis hard up into him-while opening her thighs as wide as she could, her hungry pussy flaring with a warm, wet welcome.
Sally's hands ran wildly up and down along Bruce's muscular skin, tracing the muscles of his shoulders and sides, down to the lean, tautly clenched moons of his firm ass cheeks. She could feel his rigid, hotly throbbing penis beating against the warm creamy flesh of her smooth inner thighs, and suddenly she arched her back and reached under her straining buttocks with both her hands to pull her cuntal lips farther apart. Then she relaxed and her panting lover's thick, sturdy prick lay cradled more fully within the moistly pink confines of her narrow, hair-lined vagina.
"You feel so good," Sally sighed delightedly. "All of you feels good to me, but your cock feels the best of all. Come on, lover. Dominate me with your big, long prick."
Heaving a sigh, Bruce then pressed forward tentatively, seeking to move in a slow, exploratory fashion at first so that he would not get off too soon. He watched as Sally's eyes closed in sublime ecstasy as she felt the first tender contact against the sensitive fleshy edges of her pink pussy.
Bruce's handsome features contorted above Sally's lust-glazed eyes as she felt the youthful hardness of his pushing loins dig anxiously into her softly yielding vaginal slit, insinuating itself up and down in a teasing effort to find the swollen entrance to her inner cunt. Unable to bear his maddening probe another moment longer, Sally reached between their naked bodies and grasped the flesh of his long, hard shaft to guide it to the exact position between her eagerly quivering pussy lips.
"There, darling, ohhh, there's my hot hole for you," she mewled deeply. "Shove your prick in me, sweetheart, come on and fuck me. Ohhh, do I want your hard manliness in me. Do I ever want you to slam your hot prick inside of me."
She felt her handsome lover's pressure against the tight elastic opening of her moistly waiting vagina, and Sally gasped in delight when Bruce's hard, blood-filled cock head slipped into her hot, aching pussy.
It moved slowly at first, stretching the long, unused walls of her vaginal channel, and the beautiful blonde winced a bit from pain while his virile rod continued to slide inside her belly, seemingly forever. His long sturdy prick was filling her more beautifully and completely than she could have ever desired from anybody, even some of her better lovers. She lay in rapture beneath the handsome, panting, dark-haired lifeguard as he began to quench the gnawing hunger that had been torturing her ever since she had feasted her eyes on him with naked lust.
Above his beautiful, sweat-ridden, panting lover, Bruce was lost in the delight of a wild sexual encounter with this mature and experienced woman, and his face took on a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he gazed down at her wantonly spread eagle beneath him.
The tip of Bruce's rampant cock was burying itself in the moistly rippling walls of her soft, warm pussy, and now he had a feeling of limitless power, unlike anything he had experienced before. With a hoarse cry of excitement, he pressed downward into Sally's willing valley, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly upon her chest.
He thrust his muscular hips forward and slid his long, lust-hardened penis deep up into her cunt, pushing the moistly parting folds of her vaginal walls in velvety waves before his attack. She could only moan in delight as she felt his round testicles bouncing against the ripe nether cheeks of her upturned buttocks and the blunt head of his mammoth cock prodding deliciously against the sensitive tip of her cervix.
"Come on, keep fucking me," Sally cried out in utter, uninhibited delight. "Keep that big prick of yours screwing me. Come on, lover. Pump it inside me. Pump hard. Pump fast. How I want it. Damned, how I want your hot, manly prick."
While the flow of activity continued, Connie watched the action with mounting lust. Every now and then she was tempted to reach inside her pussy and let her fingers grind tenaciously.
Bruce watched as his panting lover kicked out with her legs, letting them move high into the air as she locked them tightly around his tensely driving body. She gasped for breath at the erotically searing sensations of Bruce's hard shaft plunging fully into her hot, hungry pussy, and she began grinding her buttocks up and down in a most lewdly provocative manner. This beautiful woman wanted desperately for him to shoot his boiling sperm far up inside her thirsty cunt, and fill her as she could only dream of being filled.
"Ahhh," she let out a loud, fervent gasp. "Come on, ohhh, give me a wild fuck. Damned, honey, keep it up. Keep screwing me.
As her hips and ass cheeks ground concentrically against the mattress beneath her, Bruce gritted his teeth. He needed no second urging. A flash of recollection crossed his mind and he could see the beautiful body of Connie as it had churned and twisted beneath him just a few minutes earlier. Yes, he couldn't help but conclude, this was definitely a case of like mother, like daughter.
He ground his loins down into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into his beautiful lover with long hard stroking of his cock. Sally strained back under him, arching her firm, fleshy buttocks up to him and lifting them both a couple of inches off the provocatively squeaking bed.
The beautiful Sally twisted and turned under Bruce's pounding, driving body, opening and closing her trembling, sweaty legs around his thighs as she worked up and down in abandoned tempo. Her mouth gaped wide open and her head flailed wildly from side to side, driven almost insane by the delirious sensations she was feeling in every pore of her electrified body.
"Come on, give me a good fuck, ohhh, I knew you could do it," Sally exclaimed. "How I wanted it. Ohhh, maybe I cursed you at the beginning, but almost from that point I wanted you. Come on, keep hammering me. Yes, keep pushing your prick inside me."
Sally rotated her hips around the hardened pole of Bruce's impaling shaft, her wetly clasping vagina dilating in time to his rhythmic fucking up and down inside her. It felt to her as though he had his heart imbedded inside his mammoth, pulsing cock head, and that his stirring flesh was blending into one with the flesh of her inner passage.
Bruce's beautiful lover was becoming one with his bold, emblazoned cock. She and her panting lover had crawled inside her and had become one fleshy mass of electrically supercharged sensation within her, the two of them merging magically together by their unleashed lewd passions. He was a part of her now, a thrusting, grunting, joy-giving part of her.
He could barely contain his unencumbered joy as he felt her soft warm buttocks screwing up against the length of his wildly throbbing hardness. The tiny contracting muscles inside Sally's cunt were nibbling hungrily at Bruce's inflated cock head, and the pulsing wet lips between her hair-fringed slit were gripping tightly at his pumping shaft.
Bruce buffeted harshly down against her curly pubic hair, imbedding the full length of his searing, bludgeoning cock deep into her warm white belly with every eager, inviting stroke.
Then Bruce pulled his cock experimentally away and looked with eager curiosity down between their naked bodies, resting still above Sally with his hands on either side of her shoulders.
Bruce watched in wide-eyed wonderment as Sally's quivering loins slid up and down at will on his rigid penis that fused the two of them together. He could see the slow withdrawal between them, the layered ridges of her moistly pink flesh pulling out with his joy stick as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress. Then the soft folds would push back inside her and the wetly glistening length of his steaming ramrod was swallowed whole back into her hungry vaginal mouth.
The horny Bruce let Sally strain against him for another moment, watching the utter abandon of her labors. Suddenly he discovered that he could no longer contain the stream of juice that stirred within him. He renewed his long, hard strokes into his lover's warmly sucking passage.
Bruce heard Sally's groans of salacious joy as the full throbbing length of his virile penis rammed over and over into her eager flesh, and her sighs of delight with each jackhammer thrust his powerful young loins gave against her trembling inner thighs.
He gasped and sighed, gritting his teeth, staring down into Sally's widened eyes, listening to her every gasp, observing her every squirming movement as her hips and ass cheeks kept grinding against the squeaking mattress beneath her.
Sally Thomas's womb flared open and the elastic lips of her hair-lined furrow flowered to receive all of the delicious length of his steaming manhood.
Her hands snaked around to his back and pulled Bruce closer and deeper, her nails clawing a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She thrust her fleece-covered loins up hard to skewer more of herself delightedly upon the driving hot flesh of his virile, inflated prick and matched his rhythm with bucking lunges of her own.
Bruce had thought for sure that he was on the verge of explosion, but miraculously he had been able to hold back. Even though he wanted to juice, Bruce was delighted more at the prospect of continuing this wild, reckless fucking session, which left him in a state of unabated glee.
The bed springs kept squeaking loudly in tune to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep-straining groans and mewls filled the stifling air of the small apartment, mingling with the noise of sweat-gleaming flesh and the wet viscous sound of Bruce's pile-driving hardness hammering in and out of the beautiful and willing Sally's cock-hungry cunt.
"Darling, oh, I'm gonna juice," she called out eagerly. "I can't hold it back anymore. I'm gonna gush. All the hot stuffs gonna spray out of me. Ooooh, how I want it, how I want it."
"I'm gonna cum, too," Bruce grunted. "Oooh, I can't hold it back. I've got to gush. I guess we've both got to gush."
"Yes, it's delicious, delightfully delicious," she nodded. "Let's juice together. Ahhh, my precious man. Keep on fucking me."
Suddenly her words were stopped with a sudden, deep-throated cry:
"Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Sally's body began to vibrate uncontrollably. At the same instant she could feel her insides splitting painfully apart as the head of Bruce's mammoth shaft deeply imbedded within her gushed with the force of a raging volcano. She could feel the hot, white liquid of his fresh sperm racing voluminously into her like a stream of molten lava.
The wildly milking flesh of her cunt clasped tightly around it, erupting in answer and secreting its own orgasmic juices to mingle hotly with the splashing rivulets of jissum that was already drowning the cavern of her love-starved quivering passage.
The gushing juices were sending the beautiful blonde out of her mind as her hips wiggled more rapidly than ever and the bed springs squeaked even more loudly than before.
"Fill me, lover boy, fill me up," she cried incoherently. "Don't stop. Ohhh, don't ever stop. Keep pumping your manhood into me. Darling, ohhh, I love it."
The gorgeous blonde reached frantically around and under her lewdly squirming hips with both hands. She began to desperately milk at the ballooning testicles pressed against the crevice of her buttocks.
Her legs kicked and scissored, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of the bed. Bruce's hard, rampaging penis continued to jerk its completion, and white, wet cum flowed from her throbbing cuntal hole and down over the boy's impaling shaft with sticky warmth. The trickles of their climactic fluids washed down between the crevice of her globular buttocks and over his firm, crinkly testicles that were pulsing against her tightly puckering anus, and soaked into the soft coverlet of the bed below.
The hot walls of her spasming pussy sucked greedily at his pulsating penis until his hardness at last gave one final spurt and the last few droplets of scorching semen were sucked from his now empty balls.
The sweaty, handsome Bruce collapsed across his lover's naked body. He felt her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating cock. They both lay still, locked in the lewd embrace of love seemingly forever, although it actually was only a few minutes.
Finally Bruce rolled off Sally's sweat-soaked flesh, noticing her breasts still heaving from the effort of their orgasms. He wanted to say something to make it nice, but there was nothing at this juncture that he could think of. It was all superfluous. Their bodies had told the entire story. They presented a vivid picture of two hungry, smoldering people.
Bruce looked down at his now limp cock.
The beautiful Sally stared up at the ceiling through dulled eyes, feeling her beaten, bruised and thoroughly satiated flesh.
She had been fucked and fucked damned good, she knew. Her pubic area throbbed with a dull, continuous ache and her flesh trembled from the sensations which had risen to overwhelm her.
Yet, even though a satiated euphoria glowed within her, the tremendous passions of only moments before began to slowly fade away and Sally returned to a position of sanity. She looked over at her hungry daughter, who was standing in all her naked splendor in front of the bed, a disappointed expression on her face. She recalled how she had promised her beautiful daughter that she, too, would get in on the action. But now Bruce's cock was flaccid and seemingly satisfied.
"I'm sorry, dear," Sally said. "I guess the two of us just got carried away."
"You bitch, you want everything for yourself," Connie erupted. "It's a hell of a dirty deal. You said I'd get in on this, too."
"Now hush up, girl," Bruce reprimanded Connie. "I don't think she was doing anything intentional. It just happened that way."
"She always wants to do it her way. It has to be her way."
"Okay, so we had ourselves a nice fuck. I had one with you earlier. And it doesn't mean that we can't do anything right now."
"You've got to be kidding," she said. "Your cock has gone soft. You've done too much fucking to be able to accommodate me, too."
"Don't sell me short, my dear."
"That's right, darling," Sally said, easing her body upward from the bed. "Come on and change places with me, sweetheart. I'm sure that you two horny people will find a way to make each other happy."
CHAPTER TEN
As a curious Connie Thomas lay stretched out on the bed, her legs lewdly extended, she watched as Bruce moved his head slowly down her body, letting it slither meticulously until his face was even with her loins.
Connie looked up at him, her eyes sparkling as Bruce placed his palm against the soft inner sides of her quivering thighs, pressing them apart even more open to his lust-inflamed eyes.
The beautiful brunette let out a sensual moan, raising her head to stare down between her roundly up-thrusted breasts as she observed Bruce's mouth open, his searing red tongue out, poised between her lewdly extended legs.
"Oh, darling, I shouldn't ever have said anything," she apologized. "Just because your cock had gone soft didn't mean you weren't capable of giving me more action. Sweetheart, I really appreciate this. Yes, you're gonna satisfy little Connie, too. Come on, honey. Give it all you've got. Baby, give me a nice wild fuck. Screw me really nice."
He wedged his head strategically between her soft coppery thighs, her warm inner flesh pressing enticingly against him as Bruce gazed greedily at the tight pink, moist cuntal slit fringed with rust-colored pubic hair. He eyed the two tiny glistening pearls peeking out at him from its thin, vertical mouth.
She lay gaspingly on top of the bed, staring up at him with pleading eyes, seeking to obtain as much in the way of stirring, sensual excitement as she possibly could.
"Give it to me, honey, give it to me as only you can," she begged. "Your tongue's on fire. I know it is. I can tell. It's so soft, so wet, so willing, and it desires me. Am I right?"
"Fucking right you're right," Bruce laughed loudly.
He placed his thumbs delicately along the sensitive, fleshy lips of her pink, glisteningly moist pussy, spreading the soft pubic curls as the pussy folds parted almost gluttonously, flowering open the moist flesh to his desire-filled sight.
Connie heaved a sigh. She began to feel the hot wisps of Bruce's rapid breathing taunting her sensitive vaginal flesh as she moaned and gasped, her head still upright, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets as they acknowledged the lewd scene they were beholding.
She kept on staring as Bruce's face lowered into the trembling vee of her naked vaginal slit. She felt the full length of his hot, probing tongue slip wetly up into her shocked and quivering pussy.
"Ooooh, ooooh, how I love it," she sighed. "My darling, ohhh, you can satisfy me. I'm sorry I ever blew up at you. I'm sorry I ever blew up at mom. Mom, please forgive me."
"Forgive me for ever slapping you, darling," Sally smiled as she observed the activity from a standing position next to the bed.
"Forget it," Connie moaned. "I had it coming. After all, I did call you a nasty name."
"I've been called a lot worse," Sally chuckled. "Don't worry about me, baby. I'm just having some fun in my spectator's role while I watch this beautiful fucking that you're involved in."
Connie's lovely, soft, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively as a loud passionate mewl burst from her lungs, while her buttocks ground salaciously downwards as she enjoyed every probing tongue effort that he sent forth.
Her stomach lurched and churned with seething delight as she let out another moan while Bruce's tongue slithered in and out of her exposed tongue in warped, animalistic frenzy.
"Oooh, are you ever doing it to me," she sighed as her buttocks churned and twisted beneath her. "My darling, keep it up. Ohhh, how I love it."
His tongue kept on reassuring her with its quick, dramatic thrusts against her dilating, quivering pussy as a liquid torrent stored up in her hot, salacious organ.
The beautiful Connie let out a hiss between her tightly clenched teeth as she felt totally overwhelmed by this rampaging sexual beast with his quickly twisting tongue.
She could feel her whole inner being coming alive from his insistent tonguing of her moistly palpitating cuntal slit. Bruce's lips probed and explored until he found the erectly pulsating button of her electrified clitoris.
He heard her gasping moans of searing pleasure as he sucked the tiny, throbbing pleasure bud between his teeth, clutching it tightly, laving his tongue over and around it in a series of rapidly increasing circles, until eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider and sent his energetically searing tongue downward, back through the velvet-moistened slit to the hot, throbbing opening of her vaginal channel.
"You're driving me insane, ohhh, I don't know how much more of it I can take," she gulped. "My darling, ohhh, keep moving your tongue. Keep slicing with it. Suck me, baby doll. Oooh, come on, keep on pushing it. Push it inside me."
The brown-haired beauty recognized that she could hardly control herself any longer as the erotic sensations reached beyond her physical powers of counteraction. Even though she would have liked to have at least modified her responses for a short time so that this blissful activity could last longer, she knew that that was impossible. Connie had become overwhelmingly enraptured with Bruce's lust-filled, rampaging tonguing of her seething cunt.
Connie's brain became an instant turmoil as her head spun. She found herself flailing, her head wantonly from side to side as she listened to the suctioning sounds of his lashing tongue as it plunged hot and fast into her receptive, clasping vagina.
She listened to him as if it was all coming from another world as she mewled and whimpered, her head continuing to swirl as he thrust his tongue into the warm, velvety confines of her moist, passion-charged cunt.
Abruptly Bruce raised her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them until they were wedged underneath her thighs, pressing them relentlessly up until they draped over his broad shoulders. Then he maneuvered his hand and wrist skillfully beneath the quivering white mounds of her fleshy ass cheeks, pulling her twisting ass up to his mouth with captive authority.
Once more the beautiful Connie let out an animalistic mewl, unable to in any way control the sweeping waves of wild passion that stirred throughout her restless body.
"You're too much, honey, ohhh, you're too much for any woman," she gasped. "Give it to me, my handsome lifeguard. I wanted for so long for you to fuck me. Now my dream has come true. You're giving it to me, baby, and how I love it. Come on, give it all you've got. I'm yours, I'm your captive. Baby, come on, keep tonguing my slit. Ohhh, it's so thirsty for your tongue. I want to explode. Your tongue will do it. Ooooh, keep grinding it."
Connie's whimpers of pleasure filled the room as Bruce burrowed his hot tongue ever deeper into the simmering wet depths up between her rapidly twisting thighs. She tossed about jerkily beneath him and he watched her sweaty arms and legs tremble.
"Come on, suck me, suck me," she set up a rhythmic impromptu cadence. "I want your tongue. How I want it. How I want your tongue to press against my pussy. My darling, keep it going. Ohhh, oooh, suck me, suck me, come on and suck me."
Her whimpers became moans, then outright cries of rapture as Bruce continued to plunge his stirring tongue deep into the searing, impassioned depths of her thoroughly delighted, dilating pink pussy.
Connie's buttocks jerked and convulsed of their own accord between his lewdly thrusting tongue that was shooting erotic jolts of wild sensation throughout her entranced body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
An enraptured Connie suddenly felt Bruce's hot, probing red tongue flicking from her vagina downward toward the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
She let out an erotic moan as she received the blissfully sudden wet, seething contact of his pleasure-fulfilling tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening to her anal passage. She closed her eyes and licked her lips in sensual rapture.
"Ohhh, you tongue man, you fantastic tongue man," she moaned, rolling her hips and screwing her tormented cunt back up onto his stiffly probing tongue.
"Come on, keep tonguing me," she coughed, dropping her head back and letting it flail from side to side, her helplessness still strong within her, even as her buttocks jerked and writhed at the delirious sensations racing wildly through her whole supercharged body.
Connie raised her head, gaping down at Bruce's lust-contorted face as he licked hotly between her upraised thighs.
"Get me off, get me off," she gulped.
Onward Bruce kept licking, driving his scalding tongue against her openly spread loins while her soft, nubile body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably beneath the over-powering assault at the raw nerve ends of her pulsating cuntal passage.
Her voluptuously sensitive body kept crying out for fulfillment, trembling rapidly, her breasts undulating wildly as she heaved another and yet another deep sigh.
"Ohhh, keep licking," she moaned lewdly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and twitching beneath Bruce's hot, spearing tongue. "Come on, keep on driving it. How I love you, Bruce darling. You're better than even I could have imagined, and I expected so much."
The gorgeous, panting teenager raised her hips to him, her wet, squirming loins submitting in complete servitude. Connie's hands clutched at Bruce's hair as she cried out from the very depths of her soul. All else but the bliss of the moment finally obliterated from her mind as she tried to pull his face in tighter to the throbbing, wide-spread hole between her legs while the near insane delight of lust-filled enchantment captured complete charge over her.
Bruce raised his head quickly from Connie's burning loins, hissing and gasping as he looked at her and grinned.
"You love it, don't you?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "Don't stop now. I'm almost there."
Bruce grinned and nodded, throwing his mouth once more around her pulsatingly wet cuntal lips. By then his cock had become hard once again. Even though he had had more than he could have bargained for in the presence of these two beautiful, equally horny women, his steaming penis had snapped back to its former length, and now there he was, ready to screw her anew. But for now he had a job to perform. He had to finish sucking out her pussy.
Suddenly Bruce felt Connie thrust her fiery loins hard up against his lewdly working face as she arched her back high off the bed in unbearable ecstasy.
Connie's thrashing legs wrapped themselves tightly around her lover's bobbing head as a mind-shattering burst of sensation swept through her passionately tensed body like a crashing tidal wave, sweeping her consciousness before it with the unbelievable force of its coming. Her hands wound in his long, sweaty black hair and pulled his hot mouth up tightly against her wildly thrashing cunt, almost drowning her excited lover in the sudden flow of her sweet female explosion that gushed from her hair-fringed fissure out around his hungry lips and quivering chin.
Quickly the handsome lifeguard raised himself from between her lewdly splayed thighs and swung his throbbing, aching cock over her tossing head, thrusting it in one motion down into her contorted face.
"You love it, you love this kind of fucking," he sighed. "You're a great tongue girl. Take this in your mouth and suck it! Come on, suck it!"
Her mind completely ablaze in a sea of stirring passion, Connie could only focus her eyes on the beautiful staff of rock-hard flesh peering down at her from the darkness of Bruce's thickly matted pubic hair.
Hungrily, with fervent desire, his beautiful lover reached out and grasped the massive pillar of his immense stock and brought it with a rush into her waiting mouth as she sucked it wildly in tune to the jerking convulsions of her own ongoing climax.
Connie felt her handsome lover thrusting himself brutally down onto her face several times in rapid succession. Then, before she fully realized what was happening, her mouth was filled with his hot, burning cum, forcing her to swallow wildly in an attempt to keep up with his insanely spewing peter.
Above her the handsome Bruce rolled his eyes triumphantly, his hands wrapped in her light brown hair, his mind a total blank except for the unbelievable sensations of emptying his whole body into the wetly clasping mouth of this beautiful young woman skewered so obscenely beneath his rampaging cock.
Bruce felt wave upon wave of boiling cum surging out of him, convulsing his aching loins mercilessly, making his whole body shudder as though his sperm was being squeezed out of his bloated balls by some overpowering suction device.
After jerking his rapidly deflating penis a few more times into his lover's desire-filled mouth, he rolled off her and onto his back, closing his eyes, then sighing deliriously with pleasure.
"It looks as if we've both found a new playmate," Sally laughed, walking over toward the bed and running her fingers affectionately over Bruce's sweat-dampened forehead.
Slowly Bruce opened his eyes.
"Were you two gals ever something," he grinned.
"I feel like I'll never be able to move a muscle again."
"I know the feeling, honey. To put it bluntly, you're fucked out," Sally exploded with laughter.
"Yes, I guess that's the only way to put it."
"Did you ever know how to work your tongue inside my little girl's pussy. Oh, damned, I wished that I was down there myself, getting that tongue of yours plunged inside my hot hole."
"I feel like my tongue will never move again either," Bruce chuckled wearily.
"I'll just bet. You'll snap out of it, honey. You'll be fucking both of us again if we have our say in the matter."
"If I have my say in the matter, that's exactly what's gonna be happening," he looked into beautiful Sally's eyes with great admiration.
"Just think, mom, I'm the one who enticed him here," Connie said proudly.
"It looks as if my little girl is really growing up fast."
"You know something. I don't even think you can call her a little girl anymore," Bruce told Sally. "Not somebody who can fuck this well and this long. And certainly not somebody with a body like this."
"Yes, she does have a beautiful form."
"She takes after you. Yes, I can see you in this beautiful young woman."
"I take that as a compliment."
"It was meant to be."
"Listen, would you like to stay for dinner."
"I don't want to intrude."
"Nonsense, no intrusion at all. As a matter-of-fact, we'd be honored to have you. You're quite a cocksman, my dear."
"And you two girls are about the hottest pussies around this town," Bruce winked. "You know, I sure could use a nice cold shower after all this screwing."
"I think that we all could," Connie said.
"We'll take turns," Sally nodded. "Since you're our guest, you go first."
"But where I come from it's ladies first."
"Don't be silly," Connie said. "You are our guest, just like mom said. Go ahead, sweetheart."
"All right. I sure don't want to argue with you two, considering how nice you've been and considering how wild a fucking time we all had."
Bruce slid his sore, tired body up from the bed. He patted the girls playfully on the buttocks as he walked down the hallway toward the bathroom.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bruce's sensitive ears immediately picked up the shrill, shriek cry of the young girl.
His body tensed and his alert eyes darted toward the water, where a little girl had gotten caught in the swirling waves.
As her body flailed helplessly and she sobbed hysterically, Bruce ran quickly through the sand toward the water. Flapping her arms frantically a few feet away, attempting to render assistance, was a beautiful, long-legged, red-haired young woman.
"Honey, I'm almost there, I'll be there in a second," the redhead sobbed.
But Bruce recognized that the little girl could not count on the redhead at all. For one thing she seemed to be a very poor swimmer. Either that or the shocking impact of what was happening was just too much for her and she was panicking rather than rendering positive assistance to the shrieking young girl.
Bruce plunged his athletically trim body into the water, swimming briskly toward the shrieking little girl. He grabbed hold of her, cradling her in his strong right arm, then swimming promptly to shore.
The red-haired young woman craned her neck, watching the action that was developing. Eventually she was able to relax and swim slowly back to shore, looking both relieved and perplexed at the same time.
"There you are," Bruce said, putting the little girl down and patting her on the head. "That's all right, honey. You can stop crying now. Everything's fine."
The little girl buried her head in her hands for a few moments more, after which she then looked up at the redhead.
"I certainly wasn't much help," the redhead shrugged helplessly.
As Bruce's alert eyes took in the beautiful redhead lengthily for the first time, he was hypnotized by the haunting beauty of her almond-shaped, hazel eyes and her sensuously thick red lips. Along with the aforementioned, her long, tapering legs also excited him enormously, and he could feel the tugging sensations of anxiety in his ever-swelling cock.
"It's all right," he said. "If I hadn't been there, you no doubt would have rescued her."
"I'm not so sure," the redhead shook her head dejectedly.
"Certainly, you would have done it."
"I'm greatly indebted to you. We're greatly indebted to you. Thank you very much."
"You're quite welcome. After all, that's what I'm here for and that's what I'm paid to do."
"Thank you, Mister," the little girl, now perceptively calmer, looked up into Bruce's eyes.
"You're quite welcome, blondie. Just make certain that you're a little more careful when you go out to play in the water. You understand?"
"You listen to what the kind man says, Tammy," the redhead told her.
"I will."
"Is your little girl all right now?" Bruce asked. "She's not my little girl. Actually she's my niece. My sister's daughter."
"Oh, I see."
"A typical enough mistake," the redhead smiled, her thickly sensuous lips curling as she spoke.
"At any rate, I think she'll be a little more cautious the next time."
"She'd better be or else I'm not gonna take her to the beach anymore."
"Oh, but I want to go to the beach. I love the beach."
"All right, then you'll have to be a good girl and be more careful next time. Do you understand?"
The little girl nodded her head.
"Thanks again," the redhead smiled, taking the little girl by the hand.
As the redhead led the little blonde girl away, Bruce stared at the tall, enchanting beauty with the fire-engine red hair. While she kept on walking in her tight-fitting light blue bikini, one of the other lifeguards came over toward Bruce.
"I just heard you made a rescue," the lifeguard exclaimed.
"That's right, Mike," Bruce nodded. "The little niece of that gorgeous redhead. I'd sure like to get to know the redhead better. Do you know anything about her?"
"Just that you should stay away from her," Mike replied.
"Why do you say that?"
"She's as cold as ice water."
"She was nice enough to me."
"Oh, sure, if it's just casual conversation, she can be okay. On top of that you just finished saving her little niece's life. What do you expect her to do, act angry or impolite?"
"No, not really. It's just that I didn't have her figured as a cold gal. What's her name?"
"I don't know her last name. Her first name is
Lois. She lives just up the way. Has a beautiful little beach cottage. She paints. I've seen her some mornings jogging along the beach with her Irish Setter."
"Wait a minute now," Bruce nodded. "It seems like I've noticed her, too. You know, this is the first time I really got that good a look at her. Usually when I see her earlier she's got slacks on. It makes a big difference when you see those luscious tanned legs."
"Yes, it does, but don't get carried away," Mike said. "This Lois is a real cold fish."
"Did you ever try and get in her pants?" Bruce grinned.
"I think practically all the lifeguards have. I think practically all the guys along the beach who've seen her have at least tried to make a score. Why the hell shouldn't they? Anybody that gorgeous."
"Just because you failed doesn't mean that I shouldn't try," Bruce patted Mike on the shoulder. "What are you saying?"
"I'm just saying, Mike old boy, that maybe I'm a master craftsman at technique."
"There's no technique that's gonna nail that one," Mike shook his head.
"What makes you so damned sure?"
"For one thing I hear she only digs women. She works as a painter. She's always painting female nudes. As a matter-of-fact, I hear that's one of the reasons she lives here at the beach. She can more or less pick and choose from the gorgeous sweet young things parading around in their bikinis."
"A beautiful chick like that a Lesbian?" Bruce's eyes narrowed with disbelief. "Hell, that would be such a waste of natural resources, not turning all that beautiful equipment loose with the men we've got around here."
"Nevertheless, that's the way it is, at least the way I hear it," Mike said. "And judging by the way that she acts when any of the men express an interest in her, it seems to be borne out. Anyway, she's lived here, as I understand it, ever since she got her divorce."
"A divorce? And you're trying to tell me that she's Lesbian?"
"She goes that route exclusively now, the way I hear it. This guy she was married to taught her quite a bit about painting. He's a prominent art dealer. A guy who's rolling in dough. They were only married a short time, but she still managed to get the beach cottage out of him, along with enough cash to take care of her."
"You really do know a lot about this chick."
"That I do. I've heard a lot about her from different people. Mainly disgruntled guys who have tried to score with her. Then there's that artist. You know, Matt."
"Oh, yeah, the guy with the mustache."
"That's right. Matt knows her. I first thought that maybe he was scoring with her, but he told me right off that this was a chick that no guy was gonna get into. She put all that to an end after her last marriage."
"Still seems like such a waste," Bruce shook his head as he watched the beautiful redhead and her niece pass out of sight.
"That's the way it goes, I suppose."
"Still though, I think maybe if I put my mind to it, I can succeed."
"You've got to be out of your mind."
"Maybe so, but I still feel like trying."
"Would you like to lay a little wager on it just to make things interesting, my friend?"
"Damned. When I make a bet on anything it excites me that much more. You know, the spirit of competition and all that."
"All right, so how would you like to bet ten bucks on it?"
"Fine with me."
"You've got one month from now to score with her."
"If it's next to impossible, why not give me all the time in the world?"
"You know how it is with these bets. You've got to set a time limit. I know you, Bruce. If you can't make it in a month, it can't be made."
Bruce chuckled.
"I suppose you have a point, Mike my friend," Bruce smiled. "Okay, you're on. Ten bucks and one month."
"Good luck. I hate like hell to take your money like this."
"Don't be pitying me until the time has come."
"All right, I won't," Mike said, beginning to move away. "I've got to get back to my own little bastion. So take it easy, Bruce."
"See you later."
For the next few days Bruce made it a point to carefully observe whenever the beautiful redhead was on the beach. He even began to arrive a few minutes early at his command post so he could see her jog through the sand with her Irish Setter.
The first day that he observed her with her dog, he made it a point to run over toward where she was jogging. She began to move past him, never even looking in his direction.
"Good morning," Bruce called out.
The redhead immediately ceased her running, turning and surveying him closely. A baffled expression blanketed her face.
"Have we met before?" she asked curiously.
"We sure have," Bruce said, strolling closer toward her. "Recognize me now?"
"I'm in something of a quandary," the red-haired Lois shook her head. "You do look somewhat familiar, but, of course, I see so many people on this beach all the time."
"You saw me just the other day."
"Can you help me out."
"Yes. How's your little niece?"
Her eyes suddenly lit up with recognition as she nodded.
"I'm sorry, you're the nice lifeguard who pulled little Tammy out of the water," she said. "How do you do."
"I'm fine. How's it going with you?"
"Very good. Little Tammy learned her lesson, I'm happy to say. I'm sorry she had to learn it in that manner, but that's the way it often is. In order for a person to learn a lesson they have to suffer a little."
"That's very true. By the way, my name is Bruce. Listen, Lois. I was just thinking."
"About what?" Lois surveyed him curiously.
"I mean, if you're not doing anything this evening, how would you like to go to dinner with me?"
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible," Lois shook her head emphatically. Immediately Bruce noticed a certain coldness surfacing in her tone of voice that had not been there previously. He could see her abruptly going on the defensive, guarding her flanks against any kind of advance on the part of a member of the opposite sex.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm busy."
"Okay, how about tomorrow night?"
"That would be equally out of the question," the redhead shook her head with even more emphasis than before.
"Okay, then the night after that?"
"You are very persistent, aren't you?"
"When I see somebody I like, I definitely am. I'd like to take you out, show you a good time."
"It makes me feel terrible to have to keep turning you down, but that's just what I'm gonna do. I mean, I really was appreciative of you being so helpful. Saving Tammy's life. But I'm just too busy and that's that."
"You never have any time to spare?"
"No, I really don't. Thank you all the same. Have a good day now."
Bruce watched as the striking redhead began to run along the beach once again with her ardently pursuing dog. He shook his head with frustration. Not only had he been rebuffed, but it had been a total rebuff. There had been no room left for him in which to maneuver.
A few days after Bruce had been rebuffed by Lois, he observed her lying in the mid-afternoon sun not far from his command post. He watched as a young man walked over and began speaking to the tanned, bikini-clad beauty. She looked at him and conveyed an expression of disgust. The young man quickly gave up, walking away.
Several minutes later Bruce worked up sufficient nerve to walk over toward her. He noticed his belly squirming with anxiety. It bothered him that this gorgeous redhead was having such an impact on him, what with the knowledge that he was scoring so convincingly in most instances, and had all kinds of young women who were ready, willing and able to take him on under practically any and all circumstances.
"Good afternoon, Lois," Bruce smiled.
The redhead peered up at Bruce from her dark glasses.
"Good afternoon."
"How's everything going with you?"
"As usual, things could always be better, but they could also be worse."
"I guess that summarizes things pretty well."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Listen, Lois. I know when I talked to you last time that you were very busy. I wonder if maybe your schedule has eased up a little."
Lois emitted a deep sigh of frustration before responding to Bruce.
"I thought that I made myself absolutely clear before," she explained, speaking slowly but decisively. "In the event that I didn't, I will now. I was trying to get the point across that I was always busy."
"For me anyway."
"That's right. It's nothing personal, but I really can't afford to get involved."
"I just wanted to take you out to dinner. You're a lovely girl and I'd enjoy your company."
"That's "an original line," she laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make fun of you. You see, this whole thing makes me feel rather difficult. Since you did save Tammy's life, I am trying to behave as kindly as can be."
"As kindly as one can when they're rebuffing somebody?"
"I'm sorry that you had to put it quite that bluntly."
"But it's the truth, isn't it?"
"I suppose so," Lois sighed with exasperation. "Listen, if I didn't happen to think you were a nice person, I would have put you down as quickly as I have certain other guys, beach Romeos who are always trying to get acquainted with me. like that young guy who just left. The nerve of him."
"What happened?"
"He managed to wiggle it out of me that I was a painter. Then he had the gall to ask if I would be interested in painting him in the nude. He said he'd even be willing to pose for free. Imagine that. I'm supposed to be impressed with a guy who comes on in that manner. I got rid of him fast. I just told him bluntly to get lost. You see, since you do seem to be a nice person, and I am aware of what you did for Tammy, I'm trying not to treat you the same way, but on the same token I don't like somebody constantly badgering me."
"I was just trying to be nice."
"All right, I'll take your word for it. You were just rying to be nice. I'm also just trying to be nice, but the answer is no."
"You really are a tough customer," Bruce managed a smile, even though he felt like doing anything but that. "Would you mind telling me just why you won't go out with me?"
"You certainly are a persistent character. No I won't. It's personal business. You know, you're a handsome young man. I don't know why you're so busy trying to get acquainted with me. There are all kinds of young women around here, and I see an awful lot of them talking to you and many more looking your way. Don't be concentrating on somebody like me."
"I like a challenge, particularly when the person involved happens to be as beautiful as you are."
"I do wish for your own sake that you'd save some of these lines for somebody else."
"It doesn't happen to be a line."
"At any rate, all of your dignity and articulateness is being lost when you resort to all this with me," she said. "I've been through all this. I've had my share of attention and it really doesn't impress me one way or the other."
"Okay, I guess there's nothing left to say."
"I guess not. As I said before, I'm sorry."
"I understand."
As Bruce walked away, he realized that he did not understand at all. Actually this woman confused him. Perhaps he was spoiled, he realized. Since he was pretty much getting his own way with the women along the beach, the difficult, unyielding party who would not budge was the very person he was training most of his attention on. As he kept walking back to his command post, he tried to reassure himself by attempting to believe that she wasn't all that important to him anyway. After all, was Lois all that stunning? Yes, she was, he had to admit, even though it frustrated him. It would have been a lot easier for him to believe that she did not mean all that much, and was not that good looking, but to come to such conclusions would be to lie to himself. That he did not wish to do.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The following afternoon Connie Thomas came running up to Bruce as he stood on the sand surveying the beach.
"How's it going, Bruce baby?" she began smilingly.
"How are you, Connie?"
"I'm doing okay. I see where you've been having problems scoring with Lois."
The matter-of-fact tone that Connie employed, coupled with the nature of the revelation, produced instant surprise on Bruce's part. He stood and stared at the beautiful girl before finally reacting.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know Lois. The beautiful redhead with the gorgeous legs."
"I might know her. Just what are you talking about, young lady?"
"You want to fuck her. It's pretty obvious."
"What's obvious? Your ESP or your imagination?"
"Don't be cute with me, Bruce," she chuckled girlishly. "I know a few things about what's going on at this beach."
"Who have you been talking to?" Bruce asked disdainfully.
A broad smile swept across Connie's young face. "I've been talking to Lois," she briskly replied. "How else would I find out."
"You've been what?"
"Don't be so jolted," Connie said teasingly. "I've been talking to Lois. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Nothing wrong with it at all, I guess. I just wasn't aware that you knew her."
"I know her very well," she nodded slowly. "She's really a sweet girl."
"Kind of hard to get to know."
"If you're a man, yes, she is. She's kind of down on men right now."
"Why is that?"
"The guy she was married to. I guess he gave her a pretty hard time of it."
"From what I've heard he practically made her as a painter. Introduced her to the big-time art circles. Gave her constructive criticism when she was starting out. And then, after they got the divorce, she wound up with a bundle of dough, from what I understand, and that beautiful little beach cottage."
"You're right on all of that, but Lois had it coming and more," Connie said emphatically.
"You sound like you're really sympathizing with her. Have you heard both sides of the story?"
"Yeah, I met her ex-husband once. He's kind of a creepy acting guy. But Lois told me this guy stifled her. Didn't give her an opportunity to grow as a woman. And he made plenty of money showing her paintings, too. Maybe you didn't hear that part of the story."
"No, I didn't."
"The guy used to beat her, too. The son-of-a-bitch would get drunk and he'd start slapping her around."
"I didn't hear that part of it either."
"So Lois figured she just didn't need that kind of noise. She got out of the marriage and she doesn't want to get mixed up with any more men."
"So how did you hear about me? Not that I'm honing up to anything you said, mind you."
"You don't have to play it cute," Connie shook her head. "This is Connie. Remember, you've been intimate with both me and my mother."
"I'm well aware of that."
"So you can level with me all the way. But you don't need to."
"I'll repeat my question. Who told you?"
"That's why you don't have to level with me. I know the facts. Lois told me and she wouldn't lie."
"Now at least we're getting somewhere. Just what did little Miss Bitch Lois say?" an exasperated Bruce exclaimed in a loud voice, becoming angered at the thought that he was apparently a source of gossip for two women.
"She said you seemed like a nice enough guy and all that, and she mentioned about you rescuing her niece, but she said you're trying to take her out and she doesn't want any part of it. She was telling me about how embarrassing the whole thing was."
"I see. How did my name come up in the first place?"
Connie giggled.
"I mentioned I thought you were cute."
"Is that all?"
"No. I mentioned about you balling with both me and mom."
"How delightful of you. Kiss and tell. The next time that I fuck you, I guess I'll have to sew up your mouth first. That is, after you've blown me."
Connie burst into loud laughter. When it finally subsided, she responded to Bruce's comments.
"No need to do that," she shook her head. "I wouldn't confide all this to just anybody. Lois and I are very good friends. You see, I'm working for Lois."
Once again Bruce sustained a jolt. It took him a few seconds to recover before he was able to continue the conversation.
"Say that again," he exclaimed. "You're telling me that you're working for her?"
"That's right," Connie calmly nodded.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm posing for her," she replied proudly. "You see, she's doing a painting of me. Something in the nude. Something fresh and vibrant, as she put it."
"How intriguing."
"She's so talented. I think Lois is an absolute genius. It's so great just being around her."
"Glad you got to know her," he let his disappointment clearly show with his tone of voice.
"That doesn't mean you're completely left out," Connie told him.
"What do you mean? After what she just said."
"Yes, but she's a nice gal, too. As a matter-of-fact, I'll tell you why I came over here to talk to
"Why?"
"When you get off work tonight, how about me taking you over to Lois's place? I have a posing session."
"She'd probably sick her dog on me," Bruce quickly responded. "Do you have any more silly and totally irrelevant ideas?"
"You've got it figured all wrong. She wouldn't mind you watching while she painted me. As a matter-of-fact, she takes great pride in her painting skills. She knows that we're good friends. I don't even think it would shock her that much. Just as long as she knew that you were gonna be on your best behavior."
"Which means that I can't say anything that could even be interpreted as a pass. Isn't that what you mean?"
"Something like that."
"I don't know that I'd like to go over there at all," Bruce snapped bitterly.
"Come on now," Connie looked into Bruce's eyes and smiled. "Wouldn't you like to see me lying on a bear skin rug completely naked?"
"Of course I would, but it would just get me horny."
"Maybe we can do something about that later. You know how much I like your big hard cock."
"I see. Oh, if it's gonna be something like that, I'm already a lot more interested."
"Of course, it's gonna be something like that. We're great friends, aren't we?"
"I'd say so."
"It would make me feel good to know that you're sitting there watching while all this is happening."
"All right, so guess that I'll do it. This whole thing seems weird, though. Sitting there watching you get painted in the nude by Lois. You sure she wouldn't object to me being there?"
"Not at all."
"Listen, just how close are you to this woman anyway?"
"What kind of a question is that to ask?" she exclaimed teasingly.
"I mean that I know what I've heard about her, I know that she's fed up with men, and I know that you're very beautiful. What does all that add up to?"
"Some incriminating questions," the alert girl laughed.
"I suppose so."
"So you want to go with me?"
"You talked me into it. If you hadn't been mentioning about what might happen later, though, I wouldn't have agreed."
"Okay, I'll see you in another couple of hours." . "Right you are, Connie baby," he smiled.
Even though it irked Bruce anew to think about Lois and how unattainable she was, he at least could take consolation in the fact that this beautiful young Connie was willing to go all the way with him any time that he wanted some action.
He watched as the bikini-clad, coppery skinned beauty walked away. Bruce tried to think about Connie for the rest of the afternoon and to forget about Lois, whose home he would be visiting very shortly, but he recognized that he couldn't. He was beginning to entertain some misgivings about going over to her house at all. Perhaps it would cause some friction, in that she did wield a tremendous influence over his erotic being. Just seeing Lois was enough to cause his hard cock to instantly erupt. If he saw her at her own house and under even more intimate circumstances than had been the case at the beach, he wondered if he just might not overstep his bounds and prompt some kind of an argument.
When his darling Connie reappeared at a few minutes past five, Bruce began to wonder if just maybe he ought to cancel the whole engagement.
"Maybe I ought to go home," he said. "Honey, we can do something after you get done posing with your dyke friend."
"Don't call her by such a nasty name," Connie pouted indignantly.
"What's wrong with that? Isn't she a dyke?"
"No, she's not. She happens to appreciate women, but she's no dyke. She's a sweet, sensitive young woman."
"She struck me as pretty hard and cold."
"Maybe it was your approach."
"Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, maybe my approach wouldn't be right this time."
"Let's not worry about that. Let's not argue, darling. Come on, let's just walk along the beach. It isn't far from here."
"All right. I said I'd go with you, so I guess that I'd better."
They walked along the sand for several minutes, eventually reaching a picturesque white beach cottage which overlooked the waters of the Pacific Ocean.
They entered through the back gate, and as Connie opened the back gate and proceeded inside, the familiar Irish Setter that Bruce had seen so many times on the beach when Lois was there. He barked out a friendly call of recognition to Connie, wagging his tail as he ran toward her. Connie eagerly petted the dog, who then walked over to Bruce, seeking attention from him as well.
"Pet Patrick," Connie suggested.
"Patrick's his name, huh?"
"Why not. After all, he is an Irish Setter."
Bruce spent the next few seconds petting the dog, after which he followed Connie into the cottage. They entered through the back door and immediately walked toward the den, the room in which the beautiful redhead did her painting.
Immediately Bruce observed the white bear skin rug in the center of the room.
"That's where I .do my posing," Connie pointed proudly toward the rug.
Bruce observed the easel and canvas perched not far away. Just about the time he was preparing to examine what Lois had done thus far with her painting, he observed the beautiful redhead slinking slowly into the room. On this particular occasion she was clad in a bright green bikini and was walking barefooted. Just looking at her stunning long limbs and her exquisitely lovely, even features, was enough to cause Bruce's whole body to tremor with quivers of sensual excitement. It was obvious that he just couldn't be around this redhead without becoming instantly aroused. As much as he wanted her, he felt like turning around and running outside the cottage and down the beach. It reminded him of the confrontation he'd had with young Connie, when he'd been afraid to take her sexually because of her being under-age.
Bruce hardly knew what to say to Lois. He just stood there, grinning lamely, waiting for her to make the first conversational move.
"I see you brought a friend along, Connie," Lois said, her eyes taking in Bruce carefully.
"Yes, you two know each other."
"Yes, we do," Lois said. "Welcome, Bruce."
"I want him to watch me pose," Connie smiled proudly.
"You sure are proud of what you're doing. Of course you should be. You are a lovely young model," Lois smiled, patting Connie on top of the head. "I don't mind. Would you like something to drink, Bruce?"
"No thanks," Bruce replied tightly.
"Please join me for a glass of wine," Lois said. "You don't want to be rude and refuse what a hostess is offering, do you?"
"I suppose not. Putting it that way, okay, I'll have a glass of wine with you."
"That's much better."
Lois left the room, wiggling her sensuous buttocks as she walked in the tight-fitting bikini. Several moments later she appeared, holding a glass of vin rose wine in each hand.
"Here you are," she handed a glass of wine to Bruce. "As for you, my darling," she turned her head and looked at Connie, "you can take off your bikini and just stretch out on the rug."
"Be glad to," Connie smiled. Bruce sat down on a sofa not far from the bear skin rug. Connie stood on the rug, reaching out and undoing her bikini tops. She looked at Bruce and winked seductively as the straps popped free and her firm, flouncing ivory breasts thrust forward in all their magnificent glory.
"Just look at my boobs, darling," she teased Bruce. "Don't they look cute?"
"Connie, you don't want to get him that excited," Lois immediately cautioned as she picked up her paint brush and stood next to her easel. "The guy will get so horny he won't be able to sit here and comfortably watch you."
"I like to tantalize him with my boobs," Connie said.
The seductive brunette kept flipping her rapidly undulating breasts, reaching down occasionally and making a grab for the globular chunks of tit flesh with her fingers, delighted over the fact that Bruce's eyes were mushrooming with ever-accelerating excitement.
When Connie removed her fingers from her breasts, she reached down and made a grab for-her bikini bottoms. Bruce loved the tantalizing manner in which her ass cheeks twitched as she started to slide the bikini bottoms down her legs. Ambivalent feelings dominated Bruce at that tense moment in time. He wanted to fuck beautiful Connie and Lois, and Connie's seductive presence reminded him only that much more of how he had failed to get to first base with the stunning, red-haired Lois.
He kept watching as the radiant young Connie slid the bikini down her legs and off of her. She extended her legs, showing her tufts of glistening pubic hair.
"How do I look to you, darling?" Connie asked breathlessly.
"Connie, now stop teasing Bruce and concentrate on business," Lois sharply reprimanded her.
"Lois, you can be a real spoil sport," Connie replied.
"Just listen to what I'm saying. I'm paying you, my dear, to paint you, and not to stand by and watch you titillate a man."
"What happens if you've fucked him many times?"
"I must ask you not to use this terrible language in my presence," Lois's face reddened with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Bruce."
"Quite all right. I can take it if you can," Bruce said, delighted to have the opportunity to mildly needle Lois.
"Well I can't, as a matter-of-fact," Lois replied huffily. "Of course, I don't mean I can't take it. It means that I won't take it. There has to be a certain amount of decorum and dignity attached to something as serious as painting. Now I'm sorry if I came on too strong, Connie dear, but I really mean what I say. Now do you understand?"
"Yes, I suppose I do," Connie said with an air of resignation.
Connie eased her body slowly downward onto the rug. She extended her legs until every luxurious hair of her pubic curls could be visibly seen, along with the pink vaginal flesh which rested beneath the tufts of hair.
"That's much better," Lois exclaimed. "Oh, yes, now I can paint you. My goodness but you possess an exquisite beauty. Oh, darling, you're so beautiful."
Bruce watched with ever-mounting anger as he observed Lois alternately concentrate on her painting, then on the abundant charms of Connie.
After a period of about an hour had passed, Bruce watched as Lois set down her paint brush. She walked slowly toward the beautiful young Connie, who continued to lie stretched out on the bear skin rug.
Recognizing fully well just how excited Lois was at that moment, Connie reached down with her right hand and let her fingers slither tantalizingly against her moistening pubic curls.
"I want it, you want it," Connie panted.
"My darling. You're so beautiful."
"Take off your bikini," Connie whispered. "Come on, darling. Let yourself go. Enjoy yourself. Isn't that what counts in life? Isn't that what you always tell me?"
"Yes, it is," the redhead smiled. "I'm glad to know that you're the kind of girl who learns her lessons well."
"I do. I can't miss with somebody like you as my teacher."
"So very true."
Bruce's cock kept on hardening as he shifted uncomfortably in the sofa on which he sat. He wondered just how much of this red-hot action he could watch without having to participate. It also angered him to think of the fact that Connie was seemingly on the verge of having sex with Lois. If that happened, he reasoned, then she might very well be tired out and lacking in enthusiasm by the time that she got around to him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As Bruce watched with his mouth hanging open, the lovely Lois reached out and slowly began to untie the top of her bright green bikini.
Her hips and ass cheeks wiggled with erotic delight as she eased out of her bikini halter. For the first time Bruce had an opportunity to gaze upon her firm, jutting white breasts. He longed to reach out and touch them, to squeeze them, to grind his tongue fervently over their soft yet firm surface. It bothered him that this was forbidden territory.
Connie's eyes sparkled as she observed the beautiful redhead's breasts fully exposed. Lois's hips and buttocks continued to grind with concentric rhythm as she moved her fingers downward and let them clasp tightly against her bikini bottoms, which she ardently tugged at as they slid down her firm, lovely thighs and ankles.
As she stepped out of her bikini bottoms, Bruce's eyes focused carefully on every tuft of her thick pubic bush. She reached down and toyed with her pubic hairs for a few seconds, then ever so slowly eased her long, exquisitely proportioned body downward to the bear skin rug.
Bruce could hear the heavy panting sounds coming from the lovely redhead as her eyes remained transfixed on Connie's vulnerably exposed pussy. Recognizing just how much the gorgeous redhead wanted her, the voluptuous girl lewdly extended her legs. As she lay there stretched out, her legs widely splayed, Connie moved her fingers downward and toyed with her clitoris several times, causing her to practically jump out of her skin with instantaneous passion.
"Ohhh, honey, you're gonna do it to me," Connie murmured, promptly releasing her fingers from her warm, moist twat. "Go down on me, sweetheart. Just put your tongue to work. Suck me. Suck me till I juice. Your tongue is glorious. You know how to work it. You love my body. I know you love it. So keep going. Keep your tongue driving."
"I do love your body," Lois whispered. "I love it and I'm gonna suck you, but I don't want to suck your pussy just yet. That would be pushing things too fast. I want to take things gradually, my dear."
"I guess that isn't a bad idea," Connie laughed.
"How I love it when you turn on with me like this."
"It's as natural to me as breathing."
Lois's fingers reached out and tweaked at the taut, pebbly-hard surface of Connie's nipples. That contact alone, fleeting as it was, caused Connie's body to feel gushing waves of erotic enthusiasm. Her whole body swirled with ecstasy as she ground her buttocks against the white bear skin rug beneath her as she let out a series of long, seething gasps.
"Do it to me, give me the full treatment," Connie said. "How I want you, my love. Your tongue can do it. Ohhh, are you ever good. Come on, just move your tongue. Really let it slide. Let it go to work, my darling. Ohhh, press it against me."
Connie did not have to beg for tongue action for very long. Her radiant, red-haired lover pushed her tongue forward and let it sharply cannonade against her breasts. She worked it smoothly but rapidly, alternating from Connie's left breast to her right, quickly leaving a trail of saliva.
Bruce kept on watching the action, wondering what it would be like to drive his own tongue against Lois's lovely breasts. Never in his entire life had he felt quite this helpless while in the course of watching lovemaking. He kept thinking about himself in the same circumstances, and the fact that he wasn't there but was instead reduced to a spectator's role caused him to feel great frustration. At the same time, however, the handsome lifeguard thoroughly enjoyed watching Lois attentively go to work on the beautiful body of the rapidly trembling Connie, who was enjoying every bit of ecstatic activity that was developing between them.
"Keep your tongue moving," Connie sighed, her buttocks grinding even more rapidly than before against the bear skin rug. "Get me off. You're such a good tit sucker. I just love these movements. Keep it up, darling."
Lois pushed her tongue forward, letting it move resoundingly back and forth as it kept on gliding against her lover's warm, aroused tits. Connie would push her breasts forward, meeting the crunching impact of Lois's lightning tongue head-on in a state of searing sexual ecstasy.
Once lovely Lois had finished sucking Connie's breasts, she went to work on her nipples, which she would alternately suck and nibble wih her teeth. The longer that her teeth nibbled gently against Connie's nipples, the louder that Connie began to gasp as she enjoyed every flaming sensation that was materializing within her combustibly alive body.
"I love these jolting movements," Connie sighed.
"Come on, just keep it going. Ohhh, ooohhh, how I love this action. My darling, ohhh, my darling."
Several times Bruce had to fight back the urge to pull down his trunks and play with his cock. He thought about it, then rejected the idea, concluding that if Lois happened to look over at him there was no telling how angry she would become. For the moment, however, Bruce was smoldering over the fact that he could not express himself as he would have liked to, namely by participating in the act with these two beautiful women. It frustrated him even more that he was apprehensive about yanking up and down on his cock as means of satisfying his pent-up frustrations.
When Lois released her tongue from Connie's nipples, she reached down and ground it against Connie's right armpit as she raised her arm and began to sigh.
"Ooooh, you give me such beautiful sensations, keep it up," Connie said.
While Bruce continued to watch, Lois ground her tongue against the teenager's armpits, after which she released it.
Lois looked down at Connie and licked her lips.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bruce watched closely as he observed Lois gaining momentum as she continued her quick, captivating sucking.
After grinding her tongue lengthily against Connie's breasts and nipples, she then reached out and let it snake against the lovely Connie's firm brown stomach. As she kept on grinding her tongue, Connie heaved loud gasps, waiting with breathless anticipation for her seductive lover to begin grinding her tongue against even more intimate areas of her warm, resilient flesh.
Bruce kept on staring as Lois directed her tongue with quick, meticulous strokes against Connie's trim, ovaled stomach. She ground her tongue finally against her navel, working it with resplendent ease and skill, letting it grind and stab as it worked its way inside the beautiful young woman's navel.
The tingly sensation of getting her navel sucked by her ardent lover prompted the gorgeous girl to feel titillating tickling sensations that quickly multiplied throughout her whole body, causing her to feel even more ecstatically alive with sexual thrills than she had been before.
"Just keep that beautiful tongue moving," she told her. "Ohhh, I love the electricity. Keep up those beautiful strokes. Ooooh, it feels so nice. Your tongue is so good."
Lois's tongue kept on moving at its lightning pace, grinding against stomach and navel. Eventually Lois decided to move it downward toward Connie's thighs. Bruce could scarcely stand watching any longer as his body twitched uncomfortably on the sofa while he watched Lois completely take charge with her burning red digit, which she moved skillfully as she let it probe with slow thoroughness up and down Connie's trim thigh.
By then Connie could feel the waves of ecstatic excitement in her rapidly dilating pussy. She knew that very soon Lois would have to switch her attentive stroking activity to her hotly throbbing cunt. She wanted to feel those quick, enticing strokes insider her wet, flushed pink vaginal walls.
"I want you inside my cunt," Connie begged. "My darling, suck my pussy. Suck me. Suck the juices out of me. I want to feel those hot, twisting tongue strokes. Go ahead, ohhh, keep your tongue moving."
Connie's lover momentarily removed her tongue from her left thigh. Lois looked down at the wide-eyed teenager.
"I'm gonna keep this up for a little while longer before I go to your pussy, darling," she said. "If I start sucking your snatch right now, then it'll be over in just a few precious seconds. You know you can't take it when I start grinding my tongue against your mound."
"That's true. You're right. You're so right," Connie smiled. "You're older than I am and more experienced, Lois darling. You know just what it takes to bring me out. To bring the juices out of my pussy in just the right way, to see to it that I get excited in every way possible before I juice."
"Contain yourself, honey," the redhead laughed.
Smiling knowingly, Lois then went back to her thigh-sucking activity. Her tongue moved sweepingly as she let it twist and thrust against Connie's quivering skin. Bruce listened to the slurping sounds emanating from a hungry, lust-starved Lois, who could hardly wait to suck her beautiful lover to climax, but who at the same time wanted to see to it that the two girls derived the ultimate in pleasure before that tempestuous juncture arrived.
Her burning tongue kept on cascading up and down Connie's thighs. When the beautiful redhead released her tongue from Connie's saliva-stained legs, she reached out and let her fingers grab hold of her buttocks. She loved fingering her ass cheeks, which she held like a baker kneading two resilient chunks of dough. The harder that her fingers clasped against the warm, delightful surface of her lover's ass cheeks, the hungrier that her burning tongue became as it seethed with passionate joy, anticipating the moment when it would shove up between beautiful Connie's coppery firm legs.
As she held on tightly to Connie's ass cheeks, Lois let her descending tongue plunge forward. Bruce watched the thin, pistoning wet digit shove its way up between Connie's ass cheeks and into the hairless cleft of her ass-hole.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I don't know how much of this I can take," Connie sighed. "Come on, baby. Keep your tongue moving. Slide it inside my ass-hole. I love this beautiful ass sucking. You know just how to make love to me."
As her ass cheeks twisted sharply while Lois's fingers pressed urgently against her warm flesh, the redhead emphatically took charge with her slashing tongue, letting it slither and glide up between Connie's writhing ass cheeks and into her ass-hole.
She loved grinding her tongue assertively inside of her flaming anal slit, then promptly withdrawing it, all the while continuing to let her fingers sink sharply against her warm ass flesh.
"Do it to me, do it to me, do it to me," Connie sighed softly.
Lois continued the fervent ass licking, gradually intensifying her efforts as she picked up speed. At the time she removed her tongue from her lover's hot hairless cleft, Bruce moved to the edge of the sofa, hoping to secure the best view possible of the impending pussy suck which he knew was on the verge of occurring.
"Fasten your seatbelt, honey, because we're gonna fly to the moon together," Lois told Connie.
Connie extended her legs even more widely than before, taunting her beautiful lover with a seductive smile.
"Come on, my legs are spread," Connie said. "Let's do it right now. You know you want it. You've sucked just about every part of my body, baby. Do you ever have me ready. So deliver the finishing touches. Just slide your tongue up against my cunt. Bring me off with your quick, charging tongue."
"Don't you worry, darling," Lois said confidently. "I know how to take care of you."
"You're proving that with every tongue stroke."
"You bet your sweet little butt I am."
Once more Lois let her fingers glide against the smooth surface of her lover's writhing ass cheeks. She removed her fingers promptly from Connie's twisting buttocks, reaching out with her right hand and letting her fingers slide softly and gently against the matted pubic curls of the sensuously alive teenager.
Connie let out an instantaneous swoon, her sweat-drenched body excited to its very roots as her hips slashed back and forth and she began to loudly beg for even more intimate contact with her salacious slit.
"You're gonna get down there and suck it," Connie exclaimed eagerly. "I'm gonna feel your hot, pressing tongue. I want it inside my pussy, darling. Ohhh, what a beautiful tongue you've got. You can do it. There are none better. You even give my lover Bruce a run for his money. Yes, you're as good as he is."
Suddenly Lois withdrew her fingers from Connie's aroused pubic bush. She looked down at Connie, her eyes demonstrating an expression of anger.
"Look, I don't want to be compared with any men," Lois said angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that Bruce is sitting right over there."
"That's the reason why you said it?"
"Well, I was reminded of him that much more. He is good. Very good."
"Like I said, I don't want to hear about it," Lois snapped angrily.
"Okay, I won't say anything more."
"Let's just see to it that you keep quiet on that score."
"Okay, it's as good as done."
"Good, because I don't want anything to come between the beautiful love we have for each other, my dear."
To prove her point Lois reached down and ran her fingers affectionately over Connie's warm bosoms.
Bruce was seething more angrily than ever after observing Lois's flare-up. It bothered him greatly that Connie could not even mention him while she was having sex with Lois. How he wanted to show this gorgeous redhead just who was boss. Just who the hell did she think she was anyway? he asked himself. It bothered him that she was unwilling to let herself go with the-likes of him.
Lois went back to work with her fingers, this time letting them glide against the surface of Connie's moist pink twat. She moved her fingers at a very slow tempo, eagerly watching Connie's responses as the young girl's eyes rolled and her mouth flew open as she heaved ever louder gasps.
"Ahhh, touch my clit," she begged. "Come on, darling, run your fingers over my hot clit. I'm burning up. I'm burning up with excitement. You're really doing it to me, honey. Your fingers are so good. I love the way they're working."
"Just hang in there, honey. I'm gonna take care of you."
"You're doing such a good job. Come on, play with pussy. Play with my clit. Please, rub against my clit."
Smilingly Lois reached out with her fingers and let them slither against the quiveringly erect bud of the young girl's clitoris. It was as if thousands of volts of electricity had shot through her whole body simultaneously as she heaved a louder gasp than before and began to beg for Lois's tongue to be inserted inside her sweltering organ.
"Suck my cunt, eat me, shove your hot, red tongue inside me," she declared. "Come on, honey. Ohhh, I want to feel your tongue. Go to it, darling. Lois, baby, come on, you're torturing me. Anymore of this and I'll have to juice. And you want me to juice inside your mouth."
Lois decided to run her fingers against Connie's clitoris one more time. As she did, the beautiful young woman let her ass cheeks bounce on the bear skin rug beneath her as she shrieked loudly:
"I've got to juice. Go down there. Suck me. Come on, ohhh, don't keep me in agony anymore. Suck me, suck me."
Lois tensed her body, releasing her fingers slowly from Connie's sensation-drenched pussy. She pushed her slithering tongue forward, letting it ease its way along the fleecy curls of the young girl's pubic vee.
Breathlessly Lois continued to grind her tongue slowly, letting it slide against the dampened pussy hairs of the aroused teenage beauty.
By then Connie was so saturated with sensation that she wasn't even saying anything. Bruce could hear the loud, incessant gasps emanating from her, sounding very much like the relentless chugging of a steam engine as the beautiful, red-haired Lois drove her tongue back and forth with increasingly quicker strides as it swept against Connie's pubic curls.
Eventually the electrified Lois decided it was time to begin running her tongue inside the gorgeous young woman's pussy. With inflamed zeal, she slapped her tongue against the wet, dilated cunt of the horny girl, who was being pushed ever closer to the moment at which the juices would have to explode from her hot twat.
"Get it off, get it off," Connie finally begged.
Connie's trembling legs eventually scissored around Lois's head as she kept on grinding her churning tongue inside Connie's captivated orifice.
Connie's hips and ass cheeks jerked several more times as she heaved one loud last gasp. As she did so, she reached out and let her fingers cling sharply to her lover's hair.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, here I go," she declared. "My darling, ohhh, you're gonna suck every hot drop out of me. I love it. I love the way your beautiful tongue's moving."
Bruce watched closely as Lois's slashing tongue finished the job. He observed the onrushing flood tide of pussy juice which exploded like a tornado from Connie's overwhelmed womb, gushing inside of Lois's mouth as her twisting tongue whirled with emphatic desire.
After that it was all over. Lois released her tongue from Connie's pussy.
Connie looked down between her legs at her juicy cunt, which had exploded inside of Lois's mouth. She stared up at Lois, providing her with a look of total contentment.
"Were you ever great," Connie said.
"I like your cunt," Lois patted her on top of the head. "I'm gonna be sucking it a lot more. This is a nice way to take a break from painting. When things get tense you just go down on the beautiful girl who's posing for you."
By then Bruce was smoldering more than ever. Here he had watched this exciting activity between the two beautiful girls, and he had never been able to do one thing to release the stored-up, intense feelings that gushed through his whole body.
Now he begged for release, and as he eased his body upward slowly from the sofa, a devil-may-care feeling encompassed his whole body. He would be damned whatever Lois thought. One way or another, he was going to get what he wanted.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As Lois lay on top of Connie, sliding her fingers affectionately through the teenager's sweat-dampened hair, Bruce made his move.
It wasn't until he was standing just a few feet away from Lois that the surprised redhead turned around and observed him beginning to tug impatiently on his trunks.
"I'm gonna take these things off," Bruce said. "I'm getting sick and tired of just watching."
"How dare you," Lois exclaimed loudly. "You leave this beautiful girl alone. If she wants to give you access to her body somewhere else, then that's her business, even though I want to be spared every gruesome detail. But you're not going to create a spectacle here. It was with the understanding that you'd behave yourself that I let you stay."
"Don't treat me like some damned schoolboy," Bruce snapped.
"I'll treat you any way I like. This is my house. Now you can just get out of here. And if you give me one solitary bit of trouble, I'll call the police and you'll have a lot of tall explaining to do."
"Beautiful," Bruce laughed. "How are you gonna explain having this girl here?"
"She's posing for me."
"I know, with her legs spread and her pussy juicing," Bruce taunted.
"You son-of-a-bitch. Get out of here," Lois said.
The redhead jumped to her feet, glaring daggers at Bruce as he calmly slid his trunks down his legs and stepped out of them.
She moved toward him, her eyes reddened with anger as Bruce reached down and began to slide his fingers up and down the rigid base of his rock-hard cock.
"You son-of-a-bitch, you insulting son-of-a-bitch," Lois shrieked.
In a flash she reached out with her right hand and delivered a solid, stinging slap that caught Bruce flush on the face. His face stung for a moment as he rubbed it several times.
"You shouldn't have done that," Bruce said, dropping his lingers from his cock and moving menacingly toward Lois.
"Like I said, I'll call the police," Lois replied, but this time in a lower, fearful tone.
"Like hell you will. You're just like any other woman. You might call yourself a Lesbian, but you want a good hard cock. You want my cock."
"You're sick. You're a sick son-of-a-bitch."
"I might be a son-of-a-bitch, but I'm not sick," Bruce laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm just a horny guy with a big cock who wants what he's got coming to him."
"You've got nothing coming to you from me. I don't owe you a thing," she shook her head.
Bruce reached out and let his strong fingers grab hold of Lois's arms. He pushed forward with his fingers, letting them indent sharply enough against her arms to cause her to feel a certain amount of pain.
"Ouch, you're hurting me," Lois's body trembled. "Please let me go."
"So now it's please," he laughed. "Up off the rug, Connie baby. I fooled you, honey. You didn't want me to do anything with Connie. Okay, I'm not gonna do anything with Connie right now. You're the star attraction, Lois honey. This is your place and I'm gonna make you happy, even if I've got to convince you of it."
"If you'll just let me alone I won't cause any problems. I won't call the police. I'm sorry that I said that. I didn't really mean it. I was just upset. Please, leave me alone."
"Like hell I will. You don't want to be left alone and I'm not gonna leave you alone."
With that Bruce shoved Lois's body downward on top of the bear skin rug, where she landed with a painful thud.
Bruce reached down and made a quick grab for the redhead's breasts. His fingers tweaked and stabbed against her nipples, causing her to feel quivering waves of pleasure-pain.
Even though she hated what this cocky, angered lifeguard was doing to her, there was something erotically exciting about it that she just couldn't explain. In spite of the anger that she felt, Lois also felt sweeping waves of anxiety in her now burning pussy.
"I'm taking what's mine," Bruce grunted. "You just lie back there, honey, because I'm gonna dominate you. I'm gonna shove my big long dick right down your throat."
"Oh, damned, you are a sadistic bastard," Lois shrieked fearfully. "You're sick. You're absolutely sick."
"I'm getting tired of hearing that. Aw, hell, why should I care? All I know is that I'm getting what I came after. I've wanted you for a long time, and now I'm gonna savor my triumph."
"Please, let's not go any further. You don't want to fuck a gal who doesn't want to be fucked by you, do you? You know lots of women. Connie wants it. Why not fuck Connie right now. You're horny, so why not screw her? How about that?"
"Like I said a few seconds ago, tonight you're the main attraction, honey. It's your bod I'm after. It's your bod that's been eluding me for so damned long."
"Please, not me."
"Oh, yeah. That look in your eyes. I just get the feeling you really want it. You're arguing, but down deep you want it. You want my big long cock. You want it plunging inside your mouth. All right, that's exactly what I'm gonna do. My hard-charging cock is gonna drive inside your mouth. Just open wide, honey, because like it or not, I'm gonna slam it down your throat."
Even though his menacing manner scared her, Lois found herself actually wondering what would happen next. Those quivering waves of anxiety in her pussy were becoming more profoundly felt with each passing second.
"Just keep that beautiful mouth of yours open," he laughed. "I'm gonna push my hard dick inside you. I'm gonna get off. I'm gonna get off inside your mouth."
His hammering, insistent prick lunged forward. Fearful of doing anything to antagonize him, Lois opened her mouth. Her rampaging lover pushed his thick, sturdy prick inside of the outer edges of her mouth.
"I'm gonna feed you just a little bit at a time," a panting Bruce said, smiling crookedly. "Yes, I'm gonna feed you a little bit of prick at a time, and then finally you're gonna get the whole thing. It's gonna just plunge right down your throat. Right until the hot juices gush from the end of my peter."
At first Bruce guided his cock along the outer edges of his victim's mouth. Connie watched with disbelief, hardly able to fathom just how determined Bruce was to get what he wanted from Lois.
His hard, raging, blood-engorged spear kept on driving, working incessantly as he started shoving ever deeper inside the confines of Lois's slightly trembling, ovaled mouth.
By then Lois was beginning to feel more sexual curiosity than ever. There was something about this sharply cannonading penis attack that she loved, despite the fact that it was her first sexual contact with a man in a long spell, and in spite of the many times that she'd told herself that never again would she allow a man to get intimate with her. Yes, she knew, she could attribute all this to die fact that this was happening against her own will. She could even classify it as rape, since it was being done without her consent. But was that really true? Down deep she wondered. Those telltale waves of excitement in her quivering twat continued to remain an indelible part of her as his smashing cock kept on grinding ever deeper inside of her mouth, sliding all the way to the base of her throat as the pistoning movements continued to gather steam.
"This is a throat fuck," Bruce looked over at Connie and grinned. "Just look at this woman. She's helpless now. She might think of herself as better than men. She might think of herself as too good to be fucked by a man, but look at her now. She's just lying there, getting all this hot cock plunged down her throat."
His buttocks wiggled as he kept on hoisting his long, sweaty cock, driving it tempestuously as it slashed and twisted into the open chasm of her ovaled mouth. His stirring fingers reached down and clutched tightly against her warm breasts.
The combination of his pinching fingers pushing against her resilient tits and his long, steady cock grinding deep inside of her mouth caused her to feel an overwhelming sense of passionate ecstasy. Lois could scarcely believe just what was coming over her. Here was a man she should hate with every ounce of passion in her, and actually had hated just a few minutes ago, but now he could seemingly do no wrong as he kept on gliding his quickly cannonading cock deep inside her mouth, projecting himself ever closer to the seething pinnacle of climax.
His fingers clasped tightly against her warm breasts for a few moments more as his hips wiggled and he deposited his stiff, blue-veined pecker deep against the base of her throat. Even though the beautiful redhead could scarcely breathe, she still enjoyed these fantastic volleys of movement being brought forth by the bullish Bruce.
"Ohhh, now I'm really moving close," Bruce said. "Honey, you're gonna be swallowing my juice. Damned, ohhh, do I ever feel good. This is great."
His ballooning, melon-like testicles slapped against Lois's quivering chir as he pumped with his sturdy cock, driving it deep inside her mouth several more times. Finally he could no longer withstand the pace. The burning urges in his aching testicles reached acute proportions as the first few droplets of his hot, fiery sperm spewed from the end of his skewering; dominating penis.
"Ahhh, you're gonna swallow it all," he gasped ecstatically. "Every drop of it. Ooooh, it's gonna spill out of my prick. What a feeling. Damned, ohhh, it's a glorious feeling. Ohhh, is this every fucking. Damned, this is fucking at its best."
He ramrodded his hard, assertive cock, watching as the spewing white juices splashed from the end of his turgid member and flooded her mouth.
She gulped hard, barely able to breathe under the cannonading explosion of his sweltering cock. For a while she wondered if she would drown in his thick, white, gushing come, but she didn't even care. There was a recklessness which overtook the beautiful redhead. She had thought of herself as strictly devoted to women, and not desiring men in any way, shape or form, but all that was apparently behind her as the splashing droplets of his hot, white stream kept on spraying with bullet-like ripples inside of her helpless mouth.
"Ooooh, oooh, what a fuck this is," Bruce grunted. "Ahhh, what a fantastic fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, just a few more. Oooh, ahhh, that's it. Ohhh, it's over."
He collapsed in a heap next to Lois, looking over at her and smiling as he stared at her thoroughly overwhelmed body. Lois looked as if she were in a daze as she lay stretched out, legs extended, her eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"You look like you're in a trance," Bruce laughed.
"Maybe I am. I can hardly believe what happened to me. Worse yet, I can't make any sense out of it."
"Who the hell can make any sense out of fucking?" Bruce asked laughingly. "It's just something that happens. We don't have to examine it logically."
"I know, but you're such a brute. I never believed there could be anybody like you. I thought my ex-husband was something, but you beat him by a mile."
"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."
"I don't either," Lois shrugged. "I mean, I can't say whether I meant it as a compliment or an insult. He used to beat me, but, well, you did something else."
"I just dominated you. I took what I felt was mine."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bruce gave himself time to sufficiently catch his breath, then immediately returned his attention to the status of his cock.
His penis had shrunk temporarily in the aftermath of his wild explosion inside of Lois's mouth, and now he was determined to get it back up to its former length. His fingers moved smoothly against the tip of his penis. As he played with his cock head, he stared at Lois, and the sparks of enthusiasm began to surface throughout his body, replenishing him with new vigor as he stared at her gorgeous, sweat-stained body. His fingers moved up and down the full length of his hardening cock. After a few more quick strokes, he reached down and touched his balls, which continued to expand with each passing minute.
He released his fingers from his testicles, reaching out with both hands and sliding his fingers against Lois's buttocks. He pinched and squeezed with both hands until she let out a painful shriek.
"Don't hurt me," she said. "Is pain all you're interested in?"
"Naw, I'm just stinging you a little."
"You really do think I belong to you, don't you?"
"In a way."
"Am I your sex slave?"
"No more so than any woman is for any man."
"I see. Then you are a male chauvinist pig, I take it."
"I'm not here to discuss philosophy or sociology. I'm here to get a wild fuck. To the extent that I believe I own at least a part of every woman I fuck with, yes, I'm a male chauvinist pig. I'm proud of it."
"You're terrible."
"Terrible or not, I gave you one hell of a fuck and I'm gonna give you another one."
"Wasn't once enough?"
"You know it wasn't. You know it's not enough for you, either. You want more. Don't even try to tell me anything else."
"But I don't."
"You damned little liar," he laughed. His fingers clasped tightly for several more moments against the warm, protruding ass cheeks of the voluptuous Lois. Bruce's lusty eyes stared at every curvaceous crevice of her gorgeous body, stopping lengthily to appraise the construction of her long, smooth legs.
Releasing his fingers from her ass cheeks, he startled the redhead by shoving the first three fingers of his right hand forward, letting them land with thundering impact inside her ass-hole.
The impromptu finger fucking, which took her totally by surprise, caused Lois to let out another shriek. It was as much a shriek of astonishment as it was one of pain, even though the finger-fucking sensations were having an impact as he kept on pressing his surging fingers inside of her anus.
The faster that his fingers charged, the tighter that he squeezed with them as they twisted and plunged inside of her ass-hole.
"This feels mighty fine," he laughed. "How I love it. Damned, I love pumping my fingers up your ass-hole."
"You nasty son-of-a-bitch. Ohhh, that stings."
"Sure it stings a little, but what the hell's the difference? You like it. You know you like it. You horny little bitch. You want a good fuck. You're gonna get fucked. You're gonna get dominated. Every inch of that beautiful body of yours. Every solitary ounce of that gorgeous flesh."
Once again those telltale waves of excitement began to appear within the beautiful redhead. Her body began to twist instinctively under the quick, insistent finger stabs that he sent forth as he ground his Fingers tightly inside her twisting, writhing ass-hole.
He kept on stabbing her with his quick, punching thrusts. When he finally released his fingers from her ravaged anal passage, the handsome lifeguard reached down and dipped his fingers inside her pussy.
"Aha, you're nice and wet," he laughed. "And you're trying to tell me you don't like any of this."
"I'm wet from turning on with Connie," Lois replied defensively.
"Like hell. You might be wet from that, too, but you're so damned sopping wet that you've got to be turning on with me."
He dipped his fingers inside her moist, enticed pink slit for a few moments, then released them. Bruce shoved some of the pussy goo that he had extracted inside of her ass-hole, then dipped some more against the tip of his mammoth cock head.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"You ask too many questions," he grinned.
In a flash he reached down and grabbed hold of her legs, parting the gorgeous redhead's thighs. Now he was about to achieve another dream. He thought about how many times he'd hungrily desired to slide his tongue up between her perfectly proportioned legs and grind and twist it slashingly until the juices poured from her hot hole.
Now he was about to accomplish that very thing. His twisting tongue shoved forward, grinding incessantly as it flicked back and forth, working within the flaming confines of her moist slit.
"Ohhh, ohhh," Lois was unable to suppress the excitement that she felt.
Her legs kicked back and forth, her toes curling upward and pointing toward the ceiling as she heaved one last sigh, after which the thundering droplets of her pussy fluid gushed from her hot slit and into her lover's mouth.
"Ohhh, you are a great tongue man," she sighed. "Thank you."
"But I'm not through yet," he winked.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"Oh, damned. Even my sadistic husband never did that. He wanted to do it a few times when he was drunk, but I wouldn't let him."
"That's too bad," Bruce shook his head. "I'm gonna succeed where he failed."
"Oh, come on, anything but that. I'll even go down on your cock. But don't fuck my ass."
"Quiet down now, honey. We're gonna take a beautiful ride together. I'm gonna ram my big juicy stick up between your ass-hole. I even lubricated you a little. That's what the finger number was about when I dipped into your pussy."
"You beast, you rotten beast. You're never satisfied."
"Isn't that what loving's all about?" he chuckled.
Bruce reached down with both hands, grabbing hold of his lover's trembling thighs. His fingers dug deeply against her firm, warm skin as he shoved her thighs over his muscular shoulders.
He heaved a deep sigh, then propelled his hard, blood-engorged spear forward, allowing it to ease its way inside of her ass-hole.
She let out a loud shriek. Bruce wasn't all that surprised. As a matter-of-fact, he deliberately sought to turn her on gradually, not wanting to enter her too deeply in the beginning with his stiff, flaming cock.
"You're gonna get acclimated to this," he predicted, "and after you do you're gonna love it. You're gonna love every quick, charging cock stab that I send inside your ass-hole."
Bruce's hips swirled with increasing ecstasy as he reared back and flung his hard, determined phallus forward once more. His second intrusion was a little deeper and more penetrating than the first, prompting Lois to wince with pain and roll her eyes.
"Ohhh, you're hurting me," she said.
"Hang in there, sweetheart," he laughed. "I'm gonna keep on fucking you until I juice. Furthermore, you're gonna learn to love it."
Bruce grunted and gasped as he kept up his dynamic pace. Each succeeding cock thrust would be deeper than its predecessor as he worked his hard, throbbing prick deep inside of her twisting ass-hole. All the while his bloated testicles slapped against the ripe nether cheeks of her writhing buttocks.
Soon his jackhammer blasts were reaching full steam. Bruce's charging dagger kept on intruding into her with sledge-hammer force, slashing and slamming into her rubbery rectum, and inflaming her with the combination of pain and pleasure.
"Ohhh, you've got a beautiful ass," he said. "It's so beautiful I can't keep this up much longer. The juices are just gonna have to spray from my prick. It's just too much of a fuck. Ooooh, ahhh, how I love it. How I love this fantastic screw."
His balls kept on incessantly slapping against Lois's nether cheeks as his firm, captivating cock slammed hard up between her twisting white ass globes and into the deepest recesses of her anus. He slammed forward several more times, gasping hard as he felt the quivering waves of anticipation rising in his ever-swelling balls, reminding him of how closely he was drawing to the moment when the juices would have to burst forth from the end of his hot, pistoning shaft.
Bruce's ripely skewering cock kept on driving forward, slashing deep inside of her ravaged ass-hole, pushing against her sphincter muscle. Her legs tensed as she became more acclimated to the wild fucking pace that he was establishing with his plunging cock. Lois's ass muscles tightened as she began to enjoy the hot, throbbing sensations of his stiffly dominating cock as it shoved and surged deep inside her rectal passage.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I can't hold back much longer," she sighed. "Ooooh, ahhh, it's gonna juice. It's all gonna splash out of there. Ooooh, ahhh, aaahhh, what a fuck. What a glorious, wonderful fuck."
Ecstatically, Bruce's sweat splashing down both sides of his face, reached out and delivered several stinging slaps to his writhing lover's ass cheeks. She closed her eyes once more, heaving a passionate sigh. Yes, she recognized, she was juicing. The droplets of pussy fluid were gushing from her slit just as Bruce was about to explode his juices from the end of his sharply intruding cock.
He grunted and gasped, then heaved one last deep sigh as the spraying droplets of his penis fluid spurted in geyser-like ripples of white from the tip of his blazing cock and into her ass-hole. , The satisfied lifeguard heaved a sigh as he watched the droplets of his steaming sperm roll down her buttocks and splash to the bear skin rug beneath her.
"You were dominated honey, and don't tell me you didn't love it," Bruce said confidently as he withdrew his now flaccid cock from the redhead's ass-hole.
"Okay, I guess I learned a lesson here tonight," she shook her head. "Not only that, but I've got a sore ass to prove it."
Bruce threw his head back and laughed. His conquest of the reluctant Lois invested him with more confidence than ever when it came to his ability to thoroughly captivate the opposite sex. Now he had Connie, Lois and, of course, Connie's mother. He thought reflectively for a moment. Yes, he realized, his stewardess friend Gayla Rourke was due back very shortly from her last trip to New York.
