In their book, The Swinging Set, William and Jerrye Breedlove write: "The poolside buildings, dwellings with twelve to eighteen apartments opening onto a swimming, pool and enclosed patio, are quite common. The easy atmosphere, the less stringently observed traditions, the transitory nature of the residents, the abundant evidence of abundant wealth attract not only straights, but a variety of sexual thrill-seekers. It is not too difficult to imagine that swinging 'things are hap'nin'. And swinging things do happen," Especially when Don Sands became the new life guard at the swank hotel, and was assigned to keep the lusty female population satisfied.
CHAPTER ONE
Don sands opened the door of the big convertible and stepped out onto the hot pavement. He let his muscled arm slide over the side of the car and reached into the back seat to pull out his battered duffle bag.
As he closed the door, the well-build blonde slid across the seat and sat behind the wheel. Don dropped the bag on the steaming pavement and leaned down to kiss her. Her arms flew around his neck.
"Oh, Don, it's been so good. I wish it could last forever."
"The trip's over, baby, and you've got a husband to go home to in L.A. You're going to be two days late now."
"I don't give a damn. It was worth it."
"Don't think I'm not grateful to you for coming this far out of your way, honey. It's just that we both have our lives to lead. Thanks for the lift, baby."
He leaned down and kissed her. She held his lips to hers, kissing him passionately.
"Don, I want you right now."
"Christ, baby, we just had it ten minutes agot Besides, I wouldn't want to give my old buddy the wrong idea about me. After all, he is offering me a job."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I won't forget you, Don. You're the best I ever had."
"You're pretty good yourself, baby. If you ever get back down here to San Diego, look me up."
Don kissed her again and picked up the duffle bag. He let his eyes run over her full, lush body, then turned his back on the big car. He didn't look back as it sped off. The broad had done what he wanted; now she could go to hell for all he cared. She'd been good though, damn good.
He walked fifty feet up the paved road that ran between the huge trees, and found himself in front of the resort. Man, it was impressive. It was big-four stories, and at least one hundred yards long. His old buddy, Phil, must have done pretty well for himself while Don was in the Navy.
He walked up to the door marked office and walked in. Phil didn't look up from the paper he was writing on as Don entered. '
"Can I help you, sir?'
"You sure can. I'm your new lifeguard."
Phil dropped the pencil and looked up with a big smile. He rushed around the counter and grasped the strong hand Don held out to him.
"You made it! Christ, I didn't know if you were coming or not. Why the hell didn't you write, or send a telegram, or something?"
"You know me better than that, Phil."
"Yeah, I guess I should by now. God, it's good to see you! It's been four years. C'mon out back. I'll get you a cold beer and something to eat. You haven't met Janice yet, have you? No, I married her after you left."
Don followed the smaller man into the room behind the office. It appeared to be Phil's living quarters. Nice, expensive, big. Don was going to like it here. Phil put a cold beer into his hand and waved him into a chair.
"Janice is out getting some supplies. She'll be here in a couple hours. Jeez, there's so much to talk about. Well, how have you been? How'd the old Navy treat you?'
"Great. No complaints at all. And you?" He spread his hands and smiled. "See for yourself. This place is a gold mine, Don, no kidding. I couldn't ask for more. And the best of it is yet to come. Janice is a real doll, Don, a real fantastic wife."
"God, this beer tastes good. I'm half starved though. Where's the food you were talking about?"
"Oh Christ, I'm sorry, Don. It's just that I've got so much to tell you. I'll have one of the girls show you to your rooms."
Don followed Phil into another room and waited while he talked to one of the waitresses in the big restaurant. The food smelled wonderful, but so did the waitress Phil was talking to. He came back over to Don with the girl in tow.
"This is Shelly Landers-Don Sands. Shelly will look after you, Don. After she shows you your room you can order whatever you want from her."
"Thanks, Phil. I'll see you later."
"I'll give you a call in an hour or so."
"Right."
Phil went back through the door they'd come in, and Don followed Shelly up the stairway that led out of the restaurant. He was enjoying the swing of her jutting twin cheeks as she walked. She looked like she had a good build, but the uniform was loose and it was hard to tell for sure. She led him down the hall to a door at the end.
He smothered the urge to cup those firm little mounds in his hands as she drew a ring of keys from the pocket of her white uniform. She took off a key and gave it to him, smiling brightly. Don took it from her and put it in the lock. Shelly walked in in front of him and he shut the door behind her.
"You must be pretty special, Mr. Sands. Mr. Kingston had this redecorated especially for you. It's fabulous."
"I saved his life once. He's a very grateful guy."
She went over to the left and opened another door. "Here's the bedroom."
It was fantastic-huge overstuffed leather couch and chair, kingsized bed, carpeted wall to wall-even a built-in bar beside one of the dressers.
"The bath and shower are through there." She indicated a door at the end of the room.
Don followed her back out to the first room and took a good look at it. A perfect bachelor pad. It had a big, comfortable chesterfield in front of a huge fireplace. The rug was at least two inches thick. Glass doors led out to an enclosed sun deck as big as the room itself. The furniture was all big; even the heavy dark velvet drapes matched the male strength of the room.
"I'll have to compliment Phil on his taste."
"Mrs. Kingston designed it. She does all that kind of thing."
"Then I guess I'll have to thank her."
"Now, what else can I do for you, Mr. Sands?"
Don turned to face the cute waitress. He let his eyes move over her body, slowly, deliberately stripping the baggy uniform off her with his eyes.
"I can think of quite a few things. But first you can call me Don, okay?'
"Sure, Don."
"Is that bar in there stocked?"
"Yes, everything you can imagine."
"Okay then. You bring up a big steak with all the trimmings. On second thought, bring up two. I hate to eat alone."
"I get off in half an hour. Would that be okay?"
"Yeah, that will do fine. I'm going to take a shower first anyway. If I'm still in there, just come on in and wait."
Don tossed her the key she had given him earlier, and watched as she left the room. When the door closed behind her he turned and surveyed the room again. Christ, what a setup! To think he'd almost not bothered to come out here. He'd never believed Phil could have made such a success out of himself; not the Phil he used to know. He just never had it in him.
He stripped off his clothes and dropped them on the bedroom chair. Nude, he crossed the room toward the shower. He stopped in front of the big mirror that was directly in front of the oversized bed. A smile came to his face as he viewed his naked body.
He was in damn good condition. The Navy had been good for him. His body had not softened like so many other guys his age. He'd had more than most guys to start with, and that had left him a long way ahead when it came to competing with other males. His body was in better shape now than it had ever been.
He stood a full six feet two inches stripped, and there was no fat on the muscled frame that stared back at him. His entire one hundred eighty-five pounds were firm. He was no overbuilt freak-just the right amount of muscle, he'd been told by more than one chick.
The features of his face were almost too perfect. The nose was straight and well formed, and the sensuous lips and dark blue eyes were accented by the slightly wavy crop of blond hair that crowned his god-like body. No broad had ever seen him and then turned him down. It was a nice feeling to know you could have any one of them that you wanted. He smiled and turned toward the shower.
Don stepped into the big shower and gratefully accepted the hot spray that poured over his body. He lathered himself again and again, enjoying the almost sensual feeling of the hot water as he rinsed himself. It took him a long time to wash off the dust of the road.
He turned off the tap and scrubbed at himself with the big bath towel, helping the circulation. The tired feeling he always got when he went any long distance by car was quickly leaving his body now. He was hungry, and that steak would do wonders for him.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked across the bedroom to the bar. He opened the cupboard above and found a bottle of Scotch behind some glasses.
As he was pouring himself a drink he heard the door open, and he reached for another glass.
"What'll you have to drink, Shelly?'
"Rye and water will be fine."
Don mixed her drink and then carried them both into the other room. Her eyes traveled up his solid body as he carried the two drinks over to a table beside the big couch, and then crossed over to her to take the tray she was holding. She avoided his eyes as he looked down at her.
"Make yourself at home."
Don crossed to the curtains and drew them across the windows, cutting off the late afternoon sun. He handed her the drink and they sat down on the couch in front of the tray.
"Help yourself. I hope you don't mind if I don't talk. I haven't eaten in over eight hours and I'm half starved."
"No, go ahead. I'm pretty hungry myself."
When they were through Don stood up and went into the bedroom for his smokes. While he was gone she cleaned up the tray and put it on a table by the door. She was just finishing when he came back.
"Smoke?'
"Yes, thanks."
Don lit the two cigarettes and crossed over to the couch. Shelly was standing by the fireplace in front of him. He calmly stripped her with his eyes again. She looked down at the towel and glanced away. Don noticed a slight red tinge creeping over her face.
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed? What for, baby? You've got a nice body. Guys have looked at you like that before."
"Yes, I guess they have, but not so obviously."
"What the hell, honey, we both know what you're up here for. I mean, we couldn't be much cozier. How about taking that uniform off and letting me see if you're as well-built as I think you are."
Don was aroused now, and her eyes fell to the growing" bulge at the front of the towel. Her eyes became glazed and her breathing heavy as she watched him grow. He stood up and crossed to her. His hand found the top button on the uniform and he slowly undid it.
"It's a damned shame to cover what you've got, baby."
He slowly undid the rest of the buttons, then pushed the loose garment over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and leaned against the fireplace.
Don stood back and frankly studied her body. The bra she wore was having a real job holding her full breasts in. His eyes wandered over the slight rise of her tummy to the blue bikini panties. They were sheer and did little to cover the enticing dark triangle at the junction of her thighs.
Shelly watched as the towel began to form, and as Don watched her breasts begin to rise and fall with excitement; he dropped his hands and let his thumbs slide into the edges near his hips. He pushed slowly, watching the reaction on her face. The towel fell to the floor beside her uniform.
Don smiled as her eyes studied his throbbing body and he could smell her need as she watched. He crossed the short distance between them and put his arms around her, dropping his hands and letting each palm cup a firm cheek of her nylon-
covered buttocks.
His hands began to move slowly, rotating those flaring hips against his heated body, letting her feel his throbbing manhood against her body. His mouth found her waiting lips and they kissed slowly, passionately. Don's tongue eased between the two neat rows of teeth into her eager mouth and found Shelly more than ready to return the favor. It lasted a long time, and when it ended they were both panting heavily.
Don's hands slid up the curve of her back, his fingers lightly teasing the sensitive skin at the small of her back, and then moved upward to find the hooks, of her bra. She leaned forward, arching those beautiful mounds against him to make it easier to open the hooks. As he released the clasp he felt her breasts push forward into his chest. God, they were firm! He stepped back slightly and carefully peeled the big cups off the now heaving mounds.
Twin, hard vermillion nipples stood out from the darker raised circles around them. Under his gaze they began to grow and swell. His hands moved over the firm flesh, gently, each finding a nipple, and the thumbs and forefingers gently caressed and pressed the throbbing tips.
She was moaning now, her head thrown back against the brick and her eyes closed. Don bent and kissed the right eraser-hard point, urging it to swell even more. Slowly he moved his lips on the swollen nipple. Then he brought his tongue into play, leisurely lolling one throbbing tip and then the other. His hands were busy on her pantied buttocks, squeezing and fondling, bringing little squeals of delight from her squirming body.
He pulled her back with him onto the couch, rolling her into the soft back rest. She was now willingly trapped between the back of the couch and his strong body. Don let his right hand slide down between their straining bodies until he felt the smoothness of the sheer panties. His fingers went under the elastic top and slowly, lightly, moving in small circles, they moved farther down. When he could feel the softness of the dark, curly triangle that the panties failed to hide, he hesitated, caressing gently. His fingers inched down and began to explore her. She was beginning to move wildly against his eager body. He began to move toward the heart of her passion.
Her frantic hands found him and began stroking urgently.
"Now, Don. Do it now, please!"
Her hot body twisted passionately beside him. Don moved, giving her enough room to lie flat on her back. His hand never stopped moving, and now, as her silky thighs parted, he pulled his hand back and let it move up to the top of the panties. He placed his fingertips under the elastic top and began to strip the filmy cloth down her legs. Shelly raised her buttocks, helping him slip them over her firm flesh.
She was arching her back up to him, squirming frantically beneath his eyes. Don leaned down and kissed the moist softness his hand had been making so happy a few minutes before. Then he raised himself and settled between her legs. He leaned forward, letting his chest slip along the vermillion-tipped mounds, and kissed her open mouth passionately.
Her hands found and guided him to the moist, revealed target. Don thrust gently a few times; then drove at her demanding body.
"Oh yes, like that, Don. Yes ... yes..yes.,."
His hands found her buttocks and he pulled her up to him as he pounded her perspiration-covered body. Her face was contorted with lust and she began bouncing her head from side to side as she climbed toward the peak. He felt her nails digging at the flesh of his shoulders, and gave her everything he had.
"Oh Don-I Oh yes! Now Don, now-Ohhh!"
Her body tightened and arched up against him. As he felt her body tighten and shudder spasmodically with release, he shot the store of passion she was craving into her twisting loins. He felt her nails dig at his back again as he finished and collapsed beside her.
"Oh-my God-that was good!"
"Real nice, baby, real nice."
Don bent and kissed a still-hard nipple and rolled off the couch. He stood up and smiled at the spreadeagled girl.
"You better get dressed and get out of here now. Phil will be up here to get me in a few minutes. You come back here about eleven. I'll leave the door unlocked for you and you can just hop into bed if I'm not here."
"You're pretty sure of yourself."
"You want to believe it, baby. Once a broad gets what I give her, she always wants more."
She sat up and stretched, thrusting those pert boobs at Don. He smiled and bent to meet the lips that opened for him.
"Get out of here, baby. I'll expect you at eleven."
Don watched her dress and then led her to the door. He patted her rump possessively as she kissed him and left.
He went back into the bedroom and took a T-shirt and white Levi's out of the duffle bag. He pulled on clean jockey shorts and struggled into the tight shirt and slacks. When he was finished he turned to look in the mirror. He smiled at the result. You could see every muscle on his body. They fit him like a second skin. Don hated loose-fitting clothes. They always got in the way. Besides, he was proud of his body.
He was sipping a Scotch and looking out onto the patio when the buzzer sounded. He put his drink down on the table and opened the door. Phil gave him a big smile and walked in.
"Join me in a drink, Phil?"
"Yeah, I'd love one."
"Scotch okay?"
"Sure. Say, how do you like your apartment?"
"It's fantastic, Phil. Thanks."
"That's okay. I've sure been looking forward to having you around the place. We'd better hurry up with these drinks. Janice is waiting for us downstairs."
"Why the hell don't you tell her to come on up?'
"I didn't want to bother you before you got settled in."
Christ, get her on the phone and tell her to come up. I want to thank her for the decorating job anyway. I hear she's responsible for it."
Phil walked over to the phone on the table beside the couch and dialed.
"Yeah, she did it all right. She's real good at that kind of thing."
Don busied himself making the drink for Phil. He checked himself once more in the mirror, and satisfied, started back into the other room. He wanted to make a good impression on Phil's wife. She sounded like she could be a pretty fantastic babe.
He handed the drink to Phil and sat down on the Couch beside him.
"She'll be up in a minute."
"What does she drink? I'd better mix her one, too."
"Vodka and orange juice. You'll find the orange juice in the freezer under the bar."
Don heard her come in as he was putting the juice into the drink.
CHAPTER TWO
JANICE WAS ALL PHIL HAD SAID, AND MORE. While Phil was introducing them, Don let his eyes roam over the lush female in front of him. His practiced eyes guessed her measurements at about 38-22-36, and he was never far from wrong. Her blonde hair fell casually around her shoulders, framing a face that could be best described as cute.
Her eyes had been giving them the same scrutiny as Phil talked and he noted a small smile forming on her face.
"So this is our new lifeguard. Yes, I think you'll do very well. It looks as though you have a good build. That's one of the most important things. I imagine that you're qualified, too?"
("Yeah, but why is my build so important?"
"You'll be the male sex appeal here, Don. Women like to have a handsome man around the pool, and that will be your main job."
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad."
Don smiled and let his eyes travel over her body again. Yes, he was going to like it here all right. He'd have to watch himself though. He was feeling a lot of attraction for the woman in front of him, and it just wasn't good policy to play around with the boss's wife. He'd learned that a long time ago.
Phil set his drink down and turned to Don. "As you've no doubt guessed, Janice has the business mind in this partnership." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, but her eyes never left Don's. She knew damn well what he was thinking, and was obviously enjoying it.
"Well, I've got work to do, Phil. Why don't you take Don down and show him around the place. Show him the pool and let him know what's expected from him."
She turned and walked toward the door. Don watched the cheeks of her beautifully rounded buttocks as she moved.
"Join us for supper and I'll run over anything that Phil forgets to tell you."
"Sure. It'll be a pleasure."
She closed the door behind her and Phil finished his drink. Don looked down and smiled. He still had her drink in his hand. He'd been so busy studying her body, he'd forgotten td give it to her.
"Well, what do you think of her, Don?'
"You've got yourself a gem there, buddy. Sounds like she's got a real head for business, too."
You're not kidding.. Everything she thinks about has dollar signs. I owe this whole thing to her. I'd be happy to stop building now, but she's determined to keep making it bigger. I guess she's right, as usual, though."
"I hope I made a good impression on her."
"Oh, don't worry about that. For what she has in mind, you'll be great."
"Just exactly what do I do?"
"Just keep a bunch of drooling women happy. They hang around the pool with nothing to do but drink and soak up sun. Their husbands are out playing golf, or in town on business most of the time. You know what it's like; a businessman is never on holidays. I think you'll be able to handle it."
"Yeah, it sounds pretty soft to me."
"Don't be too sure. That's what the last guy thought, too. That is, until he got caught in bed with one of the customers' wives. We haven't seen him since. Personally, I think it all depends on how you handle them. You've always been pretty good with women, so it should be a cinch for you."
"Well, it's sure better than digging ditches."
"C'mon, I'll show you around the place."
Don put the glass up to his lips and downed it in one gulp. The luxuriousness of the place had already started to get to him, but he'd be damned if he was going to waste good booze just because Phil was in a hurry.
Phil led him down to the main floor of the resort and they passed through the restaurant and walked outside to the front of the building. He waited for Don to catch up to him and then raised his hand and let it sweep over the front of the building.
"There she is, forty rooms at an average of forty bucks a day. Go ahead. Figure it out. Even if half of them are occupied, the figure is staggering. It's big, Don. Plenty big enough for me, but Janice wants to expand again."
Don let his eyes cover the path that Phil had gestured to with his outstretched hand. It was big, all right, and by the look of the cars in the parking lot, a lot more than half of the "rooms were occupied. He let his mind calculate for a second, and the figure he came up with was indeed staggering.
"Yeah, it looks like you've made it. to the top all right, Phil. I'd give my right arm to own this."
"Well, in a way you're responsible for it. If you hadn't dragged me out of the river that day, I'd be long forgotten by now."
"Hell, you'd have done the same for. me."
"That's not the point. You did do it for me, and I want you to know that I'm not forgetting that. If you like it here, and you decide to stay on, I'm going to cut you in for a share. It won't make you a rich man, but you'll never have to work another day if you don't want to."
"That's nice of you, Phil, but you know how restless I am."
"Well, you think it over anyway. Who knows, you might meet a nice girl and decide to settle down."
Don had already found a nice one, but he didn't think Phil would be too happy if he found out who. Besides, he didn't particularly want to settle down with her-
he just wanted to climb on top of her a few times.
Phil had started up the steps that led to the various floors above him. Don had been so engrossed in thinking about Janice that he hadn't noticed him leave.
He pushed her out of his mind. The thoughts that were running through his head were dangerous ones, and he knew it. The best thing he could do was forget Janice, but that wasn't going to be an easy task. He hurried up the steps behind Phil, hoping the other man hadn't guessed what he'd been in such deep thought about.
Don caught up to Phil at the top of the stairs and they walked side by side down the wide covered veranda.
"I'm going to show you the pool, but I thought you might as well see one of the apartments. We can go through an empty one and go on down to the pool from there. C'mon, we'll go through this one."
He pulled out a huge ring of keys and pulled one off. He smiled and turned to look over his shoulder at Don.
"I don't know why I carry all these. I have a master key that fits all the locks in the building, but I just can't seem to convince myself that it will open them all."
Don followed him through the four rooms that made up this particular apartment. It was luxurious throughout, and he enjoyed the expensive feeling he got as he walked through the deeply piled carpet. Phil explained this and that about the place, but Don only nodded and let his eyes explore the expensive furnishings. There was one hell of a pile of money tied up in this place, that was for sure.
Phil let Don out the other door and locked it behind them. He indicated the elevator across from them and Don went over and pressed the button. In a few moments the double doors opened and he and Phil went inside.
Don had thought it would be self service, and was surprised to see the row of shining white teeth smiling at him from the other side of the elevator. The big Negro was young, about twenty-two, and the uniform couldn't hide the bulging muscles. Phil noticed the surprised look and smiled.
"You didn't expect Sam, here, did you?"
Once again the hand came up, this time gesturing toward the big Negro.
"Sam gives the place class. Sam, this is Mr. Sands. He's going to be our new lifeguard, and I hope to make him a junior partner."
The big smile broadened and a strong hand reached out for Don's. He smiled back and took the hand in his own. The grip was firm, the way Don liked it. Sam wasn't a man he'd be afraid to trust.
"Nice to know you, Sam."
"Glad to have you with us, Mr. Sands."
The doors opened again and Don followed Phil out into a wide corridor. They walked to the end of the hall and through the door marked "POOL." Don waited for Phil to shut the door behind them and then followed him down another hall, past changing rooms, and into the open area of the pool.
It. was big, regular Olympic size, and there were plenty of lounges around for anyone who just liked to soak up the sun. It was surrounded by the building, but there was no roof over the pool its elf, only over the changing rooms.
"There she is. What do you think of her?"
Don looked at the beaming smile on Phil's face, and immediately knew he was very proud of the pool. Why the hell shouldn't he be? It was fantastic.
"When you build a pool, you don't kid around, do you?"
"It was Janice's idea. It's the best private one in the city. It brings a lot of guests into the resort."
"Yeah, I guess once they've seen it they stay an extra week. It's fabulous."
"I'm glad you like it. I thought it would suit you. Well, there's nothing much to tell you about the job, except use lots of suntan oil or you will get one hell of a burn. It usually doesn't get too crowded, because it's so big. So you shouldn't have any trouble keeping track of everybody. The biggest problem will be keeping those love-starved broads away from your body."
Don smiled and looked over the pool. It was a perfect setup. What a way to earn a living!
"I hope I don't have to keep them all away from my body."
Now it was Phil's turn to laugh. He put his arm around Don's shoulder and turned him back toward the door.
" "I know you too well to expect that. No, you go ahead and bang 'em all. Just make sure their husbands don't catch you in the act."
"Don't worry. That always gives me a very uncomfortable feeling and I avoid it like the plague."
They were both still chuckling when they walked out the door and headed back to Phil's living quarters.
"Let's go into the bar and have a few drinks before we go back. It's early yet. Besides, I haven't seen you for a long time and there are a lot of questions I want to ask you."
They spent an hour talking over old times and finishing most of a bottle of Scotch. Don had never enjoyed Phil's company too much, but when a guy was your boss, you made little allowances for him. The Scotch helped, and by the time they walked out of the bar and headed back to Phil's apartment, Don was in pretty good spirits. No matter how hard he told himself to go easy, he wanted another look at Janice's well-stacked body.
As they passed the restaurant, Don looked in to see if he could spot Shelly. She wasn't there, and then he remembered that she was off by now. Phil noticed him scan the room and smiled.
"Who are you looking for, as if I didn't know? You got her, didn't you? Just like that. You just met her and somehow you talked her into climbing into bed with you."
Don smiled and looked down at the smaller man. He was proud of the fact that he'd scored with Shelly right off the bat, and he knew Phil was always mystified and jealous about his ability to make out with broads.
"As a matter-of-fact she didn't come to bed with me."
Don smiled again as the look of disappointment crept over Phil's face. He couldn't resist stretching out the conversation.
"Now why the hell should I mess up the bed when there is such a nice, comfy couch right there in the living room. I put it to her right there and she loved every second of it."
Phil laughed and slapped Don on the shoulder.
"You old son-of-a-bitch, you haven't changed a bit in the four years you were away!"
Phil was still chuckling over it when they came to his apartment. He raised his finger drunkenly to his mouth, indicating that they should drop the subject and waved Don inside. Don hadn't realized how drunk Phil was until he stumbled over the couch and fell flat on his face into the foam cushions.
He bent over to help him up and Phil began to chuckle drunkenly.
"No sir, you old bastard, you haven't changed a bit."
Janice came in from the kitchen just as Don was propping Phil up in the corner of the couch. She looked down at him and Don noticed a look of disgust on her face. He half expected her to give Phil hell, but she just turned to him and smiled.
"I see you two have been celebrating your reunion. See ii you can drag him into the dining room and I'll have supper brought in."
Don picked the half-drunk body up off the couch and helped him through the door that led to the dining room. Janice had gone into the kitchen, and he did his best to sober Phil up before she got back.
"C'mon old buddy, don't pass out on me now. You were doing fine up until a few minutes ago."
Phil looked up at him and smiled. He pulled himself erect and looked almost sober.
"That's better. With a little food in you, you'll be ready to start all over again."
Phil managed to eat most of his food, and when Don and Janice were finished, Don helped him out of his chair and led him back to the living room. He dropped him down on the couch again and smiled down at him. The only thing the food had done for him was to make him tired. He was almost passed out, even though he was trying to hold his eyes open and look up at Don.
Janice came in and walked over to the couch in front of Phil. Don moved across the room and took a chair. He didn't want to get into the middle of a family fight.
He was surprised when Janice smiled and reached down to shake Phil. He'd expected her to blow up. Instead she shook him until he was awake and then stepped back.
"You've had too much, Phil. I'm going to get Don to help you into the bedroom so you can sleep it off."
Phil smiled at her drunkenly and looked over toward Don.
"C'mon, ole buddy. Le'ss get me t'bed. Janice is right, y'know-Janice is always right."
After Don helped him into the bedroom, he left and let Janice put him to bed. He pulled a smoke out of his pack and lit it up, inhaling deeply. The meal had been good. It was the second steak that day, and Don didn't mind a bit.
He walked over to the sliding glass doors that opened onto the deck and went out. The evening was warm and the cool breeze felt good as it brushed over him.
"Nice, isn't it?"
Don turned around and found Janice staring at him. She was leaning against the door, and he had no idea how long she had been there.
"What?'
"The view."
"I hadn't noticed, really. I was enjoying the breeze so much."
He walked over to the edge of the deck and looked down. It was nice. Very little had been done to what nature had produced. There were big trees and green grass for as far as he could see.
He felt the pressure of her arm against his as she leaned on the railing beside him. He wanted to lean a little closer to the warmth of this woman who attracted him so much, but his better judgment told him to move to a safe distance, and he did.
She turned to look at him and smiled. A beautiful set of matching white teeth was surrounded by sensuous lips.
"You'll have to excuse Phil. He can't drink much."
"I should have known. It's probably my fault. He never could hold his booze, but he always did try to keep up with me."
"Yes, I can believe that. You are his idol, you know."
"I knew that I used to be, but I thought he'd have outgrown it by now."
"I kept trying to pull him out of it, but now that I see you, I can see why he idolized you. I never used to believe the stories he used to tell me about you, but now I have to admit that I'm wondering if they were true."
Don smiled and walked back to the lounge beside the glass doors. He slouched down on it and sank into the padded luxury.
"What kind of stories did he tell you?"
"Mostly about how easy it was for you to get a woman-something he's never been able to do himself."
"I wouldn't believe everything he told you. I have a slight knack with women, maybe, but nothing too unusual. I wouldn't say that he couldn't get a woman. If you ask me, he got one of the best all by himself."
Don regretted the statement as soon as he'd made it. He was trying to lay this broad and he knew it. She took to the compliment like a kid to candy, and he could see those even white teeth again. The big boobs inched out a little more toward him, stretching the tight material dangerously.
"Well, thank you, Don. But I'm afraid I married Phil. I was looking for a special kind of a husband, and he fit the bill. So I landed him."
"Why were you after a special kind of man?"
"I didn't say man, I said husband. A woman looks for a man, right until the day she dies. A husband is a different thing altogether."
Don was getting into dangerous territory and he knew .it. This woman was his for the taking. Of that he was almost positive. But the risk was too great, at least for the time being.
He stood up and stretched. Her eyes worked slowly over his body, taking in the taut muscles. He had been tempted now, and he answered her stare with one of his own, letting his eyes strip off the tight clothes and expose her well-rounded body. When he was finished he smiled, and put his hand on the door.
"I think I'll call it a night, if you don't mind. It's been a hell of a long day, and I'm beat. Thanks for the meal and the conversation. It's been a real pleasure meeting you."
She smiled and grasped the bottom of the tight blouse with her hands, pulling it down and at the same time putting an even greater strain on the already taut material that covered her big boobs. Don stared at them openly, making her effort worthwhile.
"The pool opens at nine. Have you got a suit?"
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"If you get up early enough come on down at eight. I take a swim then, when the pool's empty."
She reached into the purse she'd dropped on the lounge and pulled out a key. He caught it as she tossed it to him.
"You might as well keep this, since you're in charge of the pool."
Don put the key into his pocket and opened the door. He hesitated half way through and turned back to look at her again. What the hell, he might as well live a little dangerously.
"I'll meet you at the pool at eight."
"Good. I'll be interested to see how you look in a bathing suit."
Don smiled at her and raised his hand to brush back a blond curl.
"That goes double for me."
He turned and walked back across the living room to the door. He was going to get his boss's wife, and damned soon. What the hell, she was practically begging for it, and with a build like hers, she shouldn't ever have to beg for it.
He closed the door behind him and walked toward the stairs. He glanced at the clock and smiled. He'd forgotten about Shelly. It was almost ten, and he wanted to have a shower before she got there. He scolded himself silently. It wasn't at all like him to forget about a broad like Shelly.
Don took the stairs two at a time. The evening of playing cat and mouse with Janice had started a small fire in his loins. Then thinking of what he was going to do with Shelly sent a four alarm blaze through his body.
He stripped off his clothes in the bedroom and. smiled as he looked at the big bed. It was obviously new, and he was going to enjoy christening it with Shelly. He'd worked up a big yen, and by the time he got through with her firm little body, she was going to be a very tired broad indeed.
CHAPTER THREE
DON STEPPED INTO THE SHOWER AND ADJUSTED the spray. As he worked the soap into a rich lather, he let his thoughts run over the day that was coming to a close.
The setup was a good one; much better than he'd thought it would be. He wasn't prepared to ruin it all by letting his urge to try Janice's body get the best of his better judgment. He knew that if he met her at the pool in the morning he would end up by having a tumble in the hay with her.
She had more or less told him that she wanted to try him on for size. Don was certain that the opportunity would raise itself again, and by that time he would know the whole situation, and be better prepared to give her what she wanted. Besides, letting her wait for him would be good for her. It would whet her appetite a little, and by the time he was ready to put it to her, she'd be begging him for it.
It might have been different if Janice was his only outlet for the fire that burned almost continually in his loins, but that wasn't the case. He had already been the route once with Shelly, and he knew that she was pleased. She'd be back for more-much more-and that would give him a chance to have what he needed, plus give him the time he required to make sure Janice was worth the risk he'd be taking by bedding her down.
Don was setting Shelly in the number two spot as far as choice of bed partners was concerned, and as he thought about it, it I became clear to him that he wasn't being fair. Shelly was good, one of the best he'd ever had. And with a little more practice Don was certain she would become the best. It was just that Shelly didn't hide the fact that she wanted him, and she was there for the taking, while Janice posed a little more of a problem.
Janice wasn't any better-looking than Shelly, and her figure was very similar-
maybe a little bigger in the boob department. No, he wasn't being fair by putting her in the number two spot. As the situation stood, she was the best available.
Don turned the full spray of the shower on his body, and let it wash the suds down and off. He dried himself with the big bath towel, and wrapped it around his waist. As he was passing the bathroom mirror, he rubbed his hand over his chin and looked at the growth on his face. He pulled open the cabinet and took out his razor.
When he was finished shaving, he pulled the towel from around his middle and wiped it over his tingling face. Then he hung it over the shower rod, and poured some aftershave into the palm of his hand, rubbing it into his face as he walked back into the bedroom. His eyes rested on the kingsized bed, and a smile formed on his ruggedly handsome face.
He couldn't help but wonder if Janice had planned on sharing it with him. He felt good knowing that Shelly would be there with him first. Janice was too damn sure of herself, and no broad should be sure of herself with Don.
He bent down and let his fingers grasp the top of the sheet; then stripped it back. As he crossed to the bar, he flicked off all the lights except the small one that was situated directly over the bed. He mixed two drinks and carried them back toward the bed, setting them on the small table beside it.
He went back for the bottle and put it down beside "the drinks, and then turned to survey the room. His eyes rested on the stereo, and he smiled and walked across to it. The lighting was perfect, and a few quietly playing records would finish the setting off.
Don chose the records and flipped on the machine. He walked back to the bed and crawled in between the silky sheets. Picking up the pack of smokes on the table, he slipped one between his lips.
As he was lighting it, the doorknob turned and Shelly walked in. Don smiled and looked over at the clock on the dresser.
"Right on time. I like a woman who's punctual, especially if she looks like you."
"I have a feeling that if I was ten minutes late, you'd still be quite happy with me."
Don pulled the covers off his body and sat up on the side of the bed. He picked up her drink and eased his body off the bed.
"C'mon. Get out of those clothes and have a drink."
"I don't know if I will. You're so damn sure of yourself."
She looked around the room and smiled.
"Right .down to the soft music playing. You were awfully sure I'd come, weren't you?"
Don's smile broadened and he walked across the distance separating them, noting the reaction in her breathing with satisfaction. His body was rising to the occasion, and her eyes rested on his growing maleness. Her big breasts were beginning to heave as her body reacted to his.
"Yes, I was sure you'd come. After all, we gave you a pretty good time this afternoon, and we improve with practice."
He stopped a few feet from her, and his left hand dropped and encircled the object her eyes were carefully studying. She took the drink from his outstretched hand and took a swallow.
"We?"
Don let his left hand move back and forth slowly. He smiled and glanced down at himself.
"Sure, baby. He's got a mind of his own, and when he decides he's found a woman he wants, there's no stopping him from claiming her."
Shelly let her hand drop to circle him too. There was still plenty of room for her other hand, and he smiled as she set her drink on the dresser and placed her second hand behind the first.
"Yes, I guess a big boy like him would be entitled to have that much gall and conceit."
Don leaned forward and kissed her sensuous lips, letting his tongue part her teeth and dart into the sweetness of her mouth. His left hand left his body and joined his right one. Together they worked on the zipper that held her uniform in place.
He stripped it over her shoulders while she let her hands explore his throbbing rod. He almost hated to lift the pleasure-giving hands off his body, but in order to pull the uniform the rest of the way off her panting form he had to pull it over her hands. She stood staring at his body, admiring the bulging muscles and throbbing arousal as he slowly stripped the rest of her clothing off.
He bent to pull the sheer panties over the jutting buttocks and firm thighs. As he slipped them off one foot and then the other, his lips ran over the silky inner thighs, leaving a line of moist, tingling nerve ends on the sensitive skin. Her hands went to the back of his head and stroked the wavy blond hair as she responded to his moving mouth.
"Oh God, that's good, Don. I've got myself all worked up by thinking about it this afternoon."
Don leaned back on his haunches and looked up into her passion-filled face.
"You don't have to think about it now, baby. It's happening and there's no hurry this time. We've got all night."
He slid his hands up the backs of her legs and slowly worked his way upward until he cupped a firm, jutting cheek in each palm. As his hands moved, her body shook with the pleasure she was anticipating.
Her hands found the back of his head again and urged his lips back to the firm thighs. Don kissed her gently and then pulled his head back and stood up. Shelly put her arms around him and pulled his body tightly to hers.
"Take it easy, baby. You'll be ready too soon."
"Oh God! I'm ready now!"
Don pulled himself free of her embrace and walked back over to the bed. He picked up his cigarette and took a drag off it before he ground it out in the ashtray. Then he crossed back to her and took her hand.
"C'mon. You go take a nice, long, relaxing shower and calm down a little. I'm going to make love to you, not lay you in the back seat of a car. When you leave here tomorrow morning, you're going to know what it's like to make love. You think you know now, probably, but you're wrong. There's much more to it than ten or fifteen minutes of pleasure. Take your drink with you and finish it. By the time you get out, you'll feel twice as much like it as you do now."
Shelly slipped her arm around his nude waist and rested the palm of her hands on his small buttocks. Don kissed her deeply before closing the bathroom door, and patted her rump playfully as she yiped with pleasure.
As he was walking back to the bed the door opened and she stuck her head back into the bedroom.
"Hey, my experienced stud, I thought liquor dulled the senses and cut down on the pleasure."
Don turned back to her and smiled. His eyes worked down over her naked body and he felt a surge of need rip through his body. She was one hell of a woman, and he silently thanked his lucky stars for the night that was ahead.
"Too much booze ruins the whole bit, baby, but one drink will loosen you up-get rid of any inhibitions you've got. And believe me, honey, if you've got any inhibitions, and everybody has, by the time you crawl out of here tomorrow, they'll all be forgotten. You're going to do things for me and I'm going to do things for you that you haven't even heard aboutbefore, let alone considered doing."
The door opened wider, and Don could sense the urgency in her body. His nostrils filled with the smell of her need and his eyes strayed over her body, watching the desire flow through her. He hesitated for a second as his ears picked up her heavy breathing over the soft music.
"I'm getting awfully horny. You'd better get the hell out of here and lock the door. There's only so much a man can take, and I'm determined to give it to you the way a woman should have it. Believe me, honey, it'll be worth it. I know; I've had it that way before."
The door closed, covering her nakedness, and Don sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up his drink. He let the liquor flow through his body, relaxing him. He wanted that girl; right now, he wanted her more than any woman he'd ever had. And by the time she got out of the shower he was going to give her as much of himself as he could. There would be nothing else but her body to think about; nothing but her animal pleasures to satisfy.
He reached for the bottle and poured another drink. Then he relaxed back into the big bed and closed his eyes, listening to the music and waiting; waiting for what would be a night of nothing but pleasure, a night of two animals satisfying each other's lusts in every way possible.
When he heard the spray of the shower he stood up and finished his drink. He put the glass down beside the bottle and crossed into the other room. First he locked the door, and then lifted the telephone off the hook. He drew the blinds across the glass doors that led to the sundeck and then went back into the bedroom.
Don selected several more records and put them on. He adjusted the volume so that it cut out all other noises from the resort. Then he lifted the receiver off the bedroom extension. The dial tone was audible "when he crossed to the bed, so he returned to the phone and dialed one digit. Satisfied, he looked around the room.
He had accomplished what he wanted. There was no chance that they would be interrupted, and the only things they would hear were the words they whispered passionately as they gave each other pleasure.
He heard the shower stop and smiled. Shelly was in a hurry. She would need one more drink to calm her down, but she was eager, and that was the way a woman should come to a man when he wants to make love.
He went back to the bar and mixed her another drink. It was strong, and Don knew from experience that she would get it down fast. She wanted him more right now than she'd ever dreamed of wanting a man.
As he climbed back into the bed, he looked down at his body and smiled. He was pretty eager himself to have her hot little body glued to his.
His eyes were rivited to the door as he waited for her to come out. It took her only a few seconds to dry herself and come out, but as Don waited impatiently, it seemed like an hour.
Shelly stood in front of the open door, letting his eyes feast on her body. The soft light played over her rounded form, highlighting her full ripe breasts and the womanly flare of her superbly curving hips. The light was not bright enough for him to make out all the small details of her body, but Shelly remained where she was for a few minutes, letting him wonder, letting his mind build up an image of what she would be like.
Don was sitting up straight on the bed now, straining to see her more clearly, and yet enjoying the feeling of mystery surrounding her partially darkened body. She didn't move until she held his complete attention.
Then slowly, tantilizingly, she began the walk toward him.
Don's eyes went to the jutting firm mounds of her breasts as she came toward him. The flesh jiggled and bounced gently as she moved. Her nipples were rock-
hard from the shower and toweling, and they throbbed with passion as he watched them. The lighter brown aureole surrounding each swollen bud was raised, and the effect of the eraser-hard nipples, coupled with the raised circles, made her breasts seem even fuller and more firm.
Shelly's hands went up to the full orbs and lifted them in her palms. He watched with fascination as she held them out to him and let her thumbs work over the nipples. Under her manipulation they grew even fuller and Don found his breathing labored as he watched them swell.
He felt he should say something to tell her how much he enjoyed her body, but when he tried to speak he found his throat dry. His eyes moved up from the throbbing tips and found hers. He knew then that no words were necessary; she could see his approval in his eyes.
He dropped his gaze down over the breasts to the small curve of her tummy, and past the flaring hips to the dark triangle below. He wanted her badly now, but he wanted to show her what it could be like if it wasn't hurried. So he removed his eyes from the temptation of her body.
Don picked up the drink he'd made for her off the table and held it out to her. She took it in both hands and her eyes roved over his body as she drained it. Don was pleased as he read the approval written all over her face. She was assessing him as a male animal, and that's what he wanted her to do. She put down the empty glass and stood before him, waiting to be told her next move. He was absolute master of the situation, and he knew it.
Don stood, aside and pulled all the covers off the bed except the bottom sheet. He dropped them over the end of the bed and turned to her.
"First you lie down on your back and get into the most comfortable position you can."
She obeyed hurriedly, eager to begin the game of love. Don put one of the soft pillows under her long black hair, and stood up to survey her body under the overhead light. He felt the pressure building up in his loins as his eyes caressed her, exploring her nakedness.
"I'm going to pay homage to you now. Then you can do the same for me if you want to. Just relax and enjoy the sensations I cause, while I show you how much I appreciate your beauty."
She was silent with expectation and her eyes closed as he climbed onto the bed beside her and rested on his knees. His hands started on her right ankle, and massaging gently, he worked upward, covering every centimeter of the firm flesh. When his caressing fingers reached the sensitive area of her inner thigh, she began moaning and twisting her firm buttocks on the bed. His hands went to the other ankle and slowly he repeated what he'd done to her right leg.
He stopped at the thigh again and moved his hands up to her shoulders. Slowly his passion-bringing' fingers worked down, until he was massaging her proud breasts. At first he moved his hands in large circles over the full mounds, and as she arched her back, throwing them up to his hands, he felt the hard tips digging at his palms.
He took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and began to twist it slightly back and forth. A film of perspiration was forming over the length of her beautiful form, and her hips were raising and falling rhythmically on the bed.
"Ohhh Don, I can't stand any more ... please do it-to me...."
Her hands found his throbbing arousal, and he stopped stroking the eraser-hard nipples and gently took her hands away.
"Not yet, honey. Enjoy it. You'll get what you want. Just keep that in mind, and let yourself enjoy what I'm doing."
He knew she would have to have something more than she was getting in order to control herself, so his right hand started a slow trip down over the slightly curved tummy, while his left continued to work on a throbbing nipple.
Shelly spread her legs automatically as his hand slipped between the junction of her thighs and began to caress the center of her passion. At first Don worked lightly in the soft darkness; then his fingers became more inquisitive as he searched through her secret territory.
His hand began to move and give her what she craved, and while it moved he shifted his body to the end of the bed, until he was between her open knees.
"Ohhh ... yes ... yes, I want...."
Don smiled as he stretched himself out flat on his chest. She didn't quite want what he had in mind, but he-was sure she wouldn't complain. His hand left the warm moistness, and he bent his head and kissed her. Her hips shot up to meet his mouth, and he let his tongue lash out passionately. His left hand slipped around underneath her right thigh, and he rested his head on the other thigh, gently pushing it down until it was resting comfortably on the bed. His tongue worked at her, and he slipped his right hand under her body until it cupped the left cheek of her buttocks. He lifted, helping her to be as close as possible to his pleasure-giving mouth.
He worked at her slowly, dragging every last second of pleasure out of the lovemaking. But she had been real worked up,-and in a few seconds he felt the shudder of ecstasy rip through her body.
"Ohhh my God ... my God ... my God ... uhhh ... uhhh ... oohhhh!"
Don pulled himself up over her body until his lips rested on hers. Shelly's arms were around his neck as she slowly came down from the peak and was able to speak.
"Oh Don, it was so good. Thank you. I've never been that completely satisfied before. It's so nice to be special enough to have someone selflessly work you over. No man has cared that much before."
Don pulled himself up and rolled over on his back beside her. He looked across at her and smiled.
"You may not believe this, but I enjoyed it just as much as you did. You know how they say it's better to give than to receive. Well, it is, when you feel like this, baby. But you have to really care about the other person's satisfaction. Care enough to give everything you can unselfishly."
"Now it's my turn, isn't it?"
"Only if you want to. We can go right into the usual way if you want to."
"Well, I've never done this before, but I want to so much after what you've done. I want you to have the same pleasure. I won't hurt you, will I?"
Don got up and rested on one elbow. He smiled and kissed one of her hard tips.
"You want to please too much to hurt, honey. And I'm too worked up to be hurt now. You don't have to be a professional to show a man what you think of him. Just start, and let nature take its course. You're the only woman in this room, and that makes you the best woman in this room at whatever you try."
Don dropped his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. He felt Shelly lifting her body, getting into position to give him what he'd given her.
"One thing, honey. I won't go all the way like you. When I'm close, I'll climb onto that little body of yours and give you everything I've got. It'll be over quickly, but I won't leave you. We'll rest together for a second, and then I'll start to move again. After that, I'm going to leave it entirely up to you, so if there's anything you've ever wanted to try, that will be the time to speak up. And I mean anything, baby."
He closed his eyes and felt her small hands working over his body. He was ready and she knew there was no reason to spend much time on the other areas of his body. A small groan escaped from his lips as her hands found his twitching manhood and massaged. His hips lifted off the bed and a wave of searing pleasure shot through his body as her lips replaced her hands. Her head began to bob above him as he felt those searching fingers slip to the spheres below.
Gently, ever so gently, her fingers explored as her lips and tongue worked on his body. He struggled against the inevitable but he had been ready too long, and he felt his body tighten as the pressure built up to the bursting point in his heaving loins. He made an attempt to stop her before it was too late, but she moved her hands to his buttocks and massaged as her head moved and he felt the damn bursting.
His hips raised off the bed in several spasmodic movements and she drained him of his lust. Don collapsed back into the luxury of the bed and regained his normal breathing.
He opened his eyes and looked up into her smiling face.
"Hey, I was supposed to flip you over and give it to you properly, remember? Who's the boss around here, you or me?"
"You'll have plenty of time to do that, boss, but I wanted you to get it just for yourself too. Now I know what you meant when you said giving can be as good as receiving. Just looking down at your face makes me feel good all over."
Don smiled and reached up to fondle one of her swaying breasts. He stroked the nipple gently, feeling it rise to his touch.
"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, baby. You're not the only one who feels good all over. Thanks. I really appreciate it."
They smoked and openly appraised each other's body. Don got up and mixed a couple more drinks to keep the happy glow on, and returned to the bed and Shelly's eager body.
She was obviously enjoying the door to sexual, pleasure that he had opened for her, and she was a willing partner in everything they tried for the rest of the night. She even managed to surprise Don on a couple of occasions, and he'd thought there was nothing about sex that could surprise him.
By the time she finally left and returned to her own apartment, Don was finished. His tired body eagerly accepted sleep, and he didn't even move until the next morning when the alarm went off.
CHAPTER FOUR
DON PULLED HIS BATHING SUIT OUT OF THE drawer and dropped it on top of the dresser. He'd; almost shut the alarm off and gone back to sleep, but the cold shower he'd just finished had brought his body back to life. Shelly had given him one hell of an exhausting night, and a' smile played over his face as-he wondered how she'd feel when she climbed out of bed.
He struggled into the tight trunks and stood back to study himself in the mirror. The effect was good. Janice wanted him to show the drooling broads around the pool what he was built like, and there was next to nothing left to the imagination.
The white trunks were made of a stretch material, and they hugged his body like a second skin. Any broad that took the time to look would know exactly what he had. Don turned around slowly in front of the mirror and picked up the whistle from the end of the bed. He might as well have been nude for all the suit covered.
He picked up the key to the pool door and slipped it into the small pocket in the trunks. Even the small key was perfectly outlined against his muscled skin as he took one more look into the mirror and started out of the room.
It was five til nine when he opened the door, and there were about ten people standing together in the hallway waiting to get inside. Don glanced at them quickly, noting there wasn't one male in the group. He didn't bother to see what kind of builds they had. There was no need to guess; by the time they got changed into their suits it would be much easier to judge.
They didn't have to wait for him to change, though, and he smiled broadly at two or three of them that gave his muscled body a frank stare. Don was going to like this job. The fringe benefits could prove to be very interesting.
Don climbed into the raised chair and settled himself while they were changing. He was sitting directly across the pool from the entrance and he pulled the sunglasses out of the holder in the arm of the chair and put them on. He let himself get comfortable in the soft cushions of the chair and kept his eyes on the entrance.
The first two were out together, a redhead and a brunette. They were in their early thirties, both about five foot six The redhead stacked up at about thirty-
six, twenty-four, thirty-six, and the brunette was smaller-thirty-five, twenty-
two, thirty-five. Both were wearing bikinis that covered little of their tanned bodies.
As Don watched them dive off the edge of the pool the rest of the broads wandered in and took positions around the pool on lounges, or dived into the warm water. There were none over thirty-five, and no ugly broad would have dared come into the pool area. Every broad here was worth at least a second look and competition was keen. Don was interested in seeing just how keen, being that he was the only male to compete for.
There was only one one-piece suit in the bunch, and it left a diamond-shaped bare spot from the bottom of a nice pair of swelling boobs to a spot that made Don wonder if she shaved. He watched the stacked broad in her late twenties as she snuggled down on her back into one of the well-padded lounges. As she rested her head back, he could see almost to the nipples through the top of the diamond.
The pool closed for one hour at eleven o'clock, and as Don watched the various skimpily covered firm bodies move around, his body began to react, despite the heated night he'd just spent. It had never taken him an hour to eat, and he decided there would be more than food to indulge in during the hour he was off.
He climbed down the short ladder that led off the chair and walked around the pool to the office that was near the entrance. As he passed the women lounging in the already hot sun, he felt their eyes traveling over his body, and he watched each one weighing the effect that her bold glances had on him. One little blonde frankly studied him as he passed, and she sat up to get a better look at his body.
Don turned and gave her a big smile, letting his eyes run down the length of her well-tanned full-blown flesh. She had a real good build, and the light-blue bikini revealed most of her full breasts. His eyes fell to the small triangle of blue material that barely covered what was considered her private parts. The material was wet from a recent dip in the pool, and it clung to her body, moulding perfectly.
He walked into the office and looked around. It was glassed in, so that he could watch the entire pool, and there was a small room in back. He noted with satisfaction that a comfortable lounge was placed strategically out of sight from the big windows that opened onto the pool. There was also a bathroom opening off the small room.
He looked out over the pool again, and his gaze found the blonde. She had flipped over on her front and undone the bikini top, to get the benefit of the early rays of the sun.
The small triangle that stretched across her firm rounded buttocks managed to cover only half of the jutting mounds, and the valley between them was plainly visible even where it was covered by the light-blue material.
The sliding door panels directly in front of the blonde opened and exposed the bar. It was open for business now, and the blonde raised herself up on her elbows to observe the bartender setting up shop. He was too busy to catch the openly exposed boobs that were revealed to him as she rested in this 'position, but Don didn't miss an inch.
They were big and firm, bright vermillion nipples poking boldly ahead surrounded by darker red aureoles. Don's hand slipped down to the crotch of his trunks, and pulled downward, giving him a little more room to expand. He was hot for the blonde, and the more he watched her, the more convinced he was that she was on the make. He opened the door of the small office and started around the pool. He briefly checked the swimmers, and then sat beside the blonde on one of the lounges.
She had her eyes closed, and those beautiful boobs were buried by the foam rubber of the lounge. There was a wedding ring on her finger and that helped Don to make up his mind as to his approach.
"You do that again, and you're going to make the bartender nervous for the rest of the day."
Her eyes opened and she turned her head and smiled at him. Don slowly let his gaze flow down over the curve of her back to the cheeks of her rounded rump.
"You noticed."
Don smiled at her and leaned back into the softness of the lounge. The blonde raised herself up onto one elbow, and a firm full breast popped into view.
Don's eyes stayed on it as it swung gently back and forth against the lounge, and under his gaze the bright red nipple began to grow.
"I noticed, all right, honey."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"No, thanks. I don't drink when I'm working. But I get off at eleven. How about staying behind when I throw everybody out. I have a nice little office over there by the changing rooms."
The blonde looked around her and laughed.
"Every one of these bitches wants to try you, but I guess you figured that out by now. Right now they hate my guts because you're talking to me."
Don smiled down at her and let his hand pull the suit down at the crotch again. He moved his eyes around from broad to broad.
"They all had the same chance as you when they came in here this morning, but there's something about red nipples that I can't resist."
They laughed out loud together, and Don could feel the stares of hatred that were pouring into the beautiful blonde with the big boobs.
"Just give them a few days. This is their first Chance at you, so they all wear as little as they can. Now that I've gone a step further all hell will break loose."
She had leaned forward and removed the swollen nipple from his view. Don stood up beside her and stretched.
"What more could they use for bait than what you used, baby?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised. Just keep in mind that all they come here for is a good time."
"Well, we'll think about them this afternoon when we get rid of them. We'll be having a real good time, baby, believe me."
She looked him over once again, letting her eyes pause on the front of his tight suit. He was partially aroused just from talking to her and she had a lot to look at.
"I believe you, but I don't promise to be thinking about these other bitches. I'm too selfish for that."
Don gave her body one last look and went back around the pool to his chair. He climbed up and sat back. It was getting hot, and so was he. He was impatient,-
waiting for a chance to get that blonde on the lounge in the small office.
For the hundredth time he fully realized how much of a paradise he had fallen into. The women around the pool weren't the ordinary run of the mill. They were all beautiful, bored and loaded, and a broad made up of a combination of all these things meant only one thing. Hot pants personified. He felt like a stallion being put out to stud in a field full of whinnying mares dying to be bred.
Needless to say the feeling didn't exactly make him unhappy. The only thing he regretted for a second was that he'd wasted so much of his energy on Shelly the night before. But as he thought back over it, he had to admit that it had hardly been what any man would class as wasted time.
None of the broads were in the pool now. They spent most of the time spread out on the lounges soaking up the sun, making the odd trip up to the bar for drinks. As Don watched, he noted that several bikini tops were being removed from some of the well-formed bodies, and he was treated to the odd flash of a firm globe glistening in the sunlight. None of them had flopped over on their backs yet and offered them to his full view, but the shifting of position so that he caught the odd glimpse wasn't necessary, and Don knew it. They were competing, and each one was doing her level best to draw attention to her rounded body.
The time dragged by, but finally the big clock above the entrance read five till, eleven. It wasn't necessary to draw their attention to him; they were all looking at him anyway. He put on his best smile and told them it was time for the lunch break. His eyes watched in fascination as bare boobs came into sight and were reluctantly covered.
Don walked in past the changing room and waited for them to come out so he could lock the door. Most of them didn't bother to get out of their suits, and he watched them parade by with a smile. He waited for a few minutes to see if there were any left, and then locked the big door.
As he was walking past the women's changing room, the broad that had been in the one-piece suit with the triangle came out from behind the partition. She wasn't wearing the suit now; the only thing that covered her lush body was a small towel that was wrapped around her. It was having one hell of a time trying to cover the jutting mounds of her breasts and at the same time hang low enough to conceal the treasure nestled between the junction of her thighs. She gave Don a big smile, and he couldn't help returning it as he watched the edges of the towel.
"I stripped off my suit and went in for a shower, and now I can't seem to get my locker open to get my clothes."
Don's smile deepened, and he followed her into the changing room. As she walked the towel slipped up over her rump, revealing both rippling globes caressing each other with her movements.
He almost laughed when he spotted the blonde that was supposed to be sharing the couch with him sitting on one of the benches. She had a robe pulled a-round her body now, and Don could sense the anger in her eyes when he followed the other broad past her to the locker.
The dark-haired chick stopped dead halfway through a step and turned around. Don brushed up against her before he could stop, and he felt the hard tips of her nipples poking into his chest. He hesitated for a second, enjoying the sensations the twin points were causing on his chest, and then stepped back from her. The broad smiled and looked over at the blonde.
"Gee, I don't want to hold that lady up. You go ahead and let her out. It might take a little while to get this open."
If looks could kill the blonde would have been up for murder. She had a choice-
to tell the other broad she was waiting to have a tumble with him, or to get up and leave.
Don struggled to hold back a chuckle as she stood up and stalked out of the room. He turned to look at the other broad, and she smiled and winked at him.
"Hurry up and let the poor darling out. I can't keep this towel on much longer."
The blonde gave him an accusing look as he opened the door for her. Don just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Like you said, baby, the competition is high. She went you one better this time. But I'd like to see you win tomorrow."
His hand brushed over the front of her suit, and his palms felt the firm nipples. The look of anger faded from her face, and she managed a smile.
"Oh well, you can't win them all. But I promise you, the next time there won't be any slip-ups."
Don patted her rump playfully as she left, and then he locked the door and went back to the locker room. When he. walked into the room the broad was bending over, reaching for something in the bottom of the wide, open locker. Don smiled and stuck his thumbs into the side of his suit. It was tight, but the sight before his eyes was too much of an opportunity to miss. Before she had a chance to stand up he was fitting himself to her body.
At the unexpected contact the chick uttered a little cry of pain, but as Don's abdomen began bouncing off her resilient buttocks the cry was replaced with low moans. They stayed that way for a few seconds, and when his hands had stripped the towel off the upper part of her body, and he'd satisfied his curious hands on her dangling boobs, he spun her around and kissed her full on the lips. They sank to their knees on the tiled floor, and Don took time to place the towel under her head before he fitted himself tightly between her spread thighs and thrust himself to her.
His first pistoning movement brought her hands up to his shoulders and he felt her fingers digging at him. He hit her hard, with everything he had, unmercifully satisfying the lust that had built up in him during the morning.
"Ohhh ... ohhh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh!"
He poured his passion into her shuddering body as she twisted her jutting buttocks in the palms of his hands.
There was pleasure written all over her face as he disengaged his body from hers and stood up.
"Good God, I was ready for it, but you really come on big, don't you?"
"I haven't met a broad yet who didn't like to be surprised and taken hard and fast periodically. Was it good, baby?"
She pulled herself up off the floor and stared at his half-aroused body.
"Yes, it was good. Better than I'd expected. Do you think you could do that again in a few minutes?"
"I can do it right now if you want it."
She watched in amazement as he tightened a muscle in his abdomen and things jerked. He grew as she watched.
"No, let's shower first. I need a rest after that. Now that I look at you I wonder how you got all that into me. You're a very big boy, aren't you?"
"So they tell me, honey. C'mon, let's have that shower. It's nice and roomy in there, and we'll be able to play to your heart's content under the warm water."
Don almost wore a T-shirt for the rest of the day, but decided against it. Let the other broads see the scratches on his back and shoulders. It was good advertising. It's not every day that a woman gets it good enough to scratch her stud's back.
A lot of them looked at his back, but the best reaction he got was from the blonde. She almost had her jollies on the spot. This girl was hot for it, there was no doubt about that.
CHAPTER FIVE
DON LOCKED UP THE POOL AND CLIMBED UP THE stairs to his apartment. It had been a good first day on the job, and he was looking forward to the next day already. He pushed the door open and, before he saw it, walked over a white envelope that had been slipped under. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he bent over to pick up the envelope.
He scanned the frontandback, but there was nothing written on it. So he tore off the end and looked inside. There was a key and that was all. He crumpled the envelope up and tossed it into an ashtray beside him.
The number 114 was engraved on the handle of the key. A smile formed on his lips. He hadn't noticed it before, but tied around the hole in the top of the key was a long blonde hair.
He dropped the key on the table and picked up the phone. He ordered a steak with all the trimmings, and then went over to the bar and poured himself a Scotch over a half glass of crushed ice. With the glass in one hand, and the key in the other, he crossed over to the big couch and sipped, slowly from the cold drink.
The blonde didn't kid around. She wanted him, and she didn't make any bones about it. He almost regretted having ordered the steak now, because he was sure that Shelly would bring it up. That's what he had wanted in the first place, but variety was the spice of life, and now he was holding that nice little blonde in the palm of his hand.
Don thought it over carefully for a few seconds. It was a nice decision to have to make. In fact, it was always nice to have a choice of broads for the night. He had tried Shelly, and he knew she was good. But the curiosity for the unknown and the blonde's willingness finally convinced him. Shelly would just have to do without it tonight. Maybe if he got through with the blonde early enough he could give them both what they wanted. He had rested up since the last broad, and he was sure that he would have no trouble giving both of them a real good lay.
A knock at the door brought him out of his mental debate and he stood up and crossed over to open it. He had guessed right. Shelly was holding the tray, and he took it from her and shut the door behind her.
"Mind if I mix myself a drink? It's been a hell of a day."
Don set the tray down on the table in front of the couch, and reached for his glass. "Hell no. Help yourself."
She began to mix the drink and Don started eating. She walked around to the front of the couch and sat down beside him. Don swallowed a bite of the thick steak and looked over at her.
"Do you get off at nine tonight?"
"Yes. Why? Do you have something in mind?"
Don smiled at her and cut off another chunk of the big steak.
"I thought maybe I'd give you another lesson in making love. Why don't you come on up after you get off?"
She looked over at him and smiled. Don bent over to put the steak into his mouth, and when he looked back at her the smile was fading. She stood up and started for the door. Don turned around in surprise, swallowing the steak whole so he could speak.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
Shelly turned, and he could see anger in her big blue eyes. She raised her finger and pointed toward him.
"By the looks of your back you've been teaching more than me about your little game. Those little gouges of passion weren't on your back when I left this morning. It doesn't look like you'll need me tonight."
Don couldn't help but laugh. He'd forgotten about the marks left by the broad in the locker room. For a second he regretted not having changed out of his bathing suit, but as he looked across at Shelly he changed his mind.
"Look, baby, you've got no claim on me. I happen to like the stuff and I'm not about to turn it down when I get a chance for it. Just because you and I had a couple of good tumbles, doesn't mean that I'm going to be your property. You're good, baby, but I like variety in everything-especially bed partners."
Shelly opened the door and turned back to him. Don was busily eating the remainder of the steak, and he didn't bother to shift around to look at her as she spoke.
"I'll send one of the other girls up for the tray. Don't expect me to be back tonight. You can get the bitch that scratched your back to play games with you."
Don was as mad as she was now. What bloody right did she have to expect him to give her what she wanted, and turn down any other broad who was willing. He couldn't resist tossing one more barb at her before she closed the door.
"I won't need her, baby. I've got another one waiting with real hot pants. But if you're going to send a girl up for the tray, pick out a nice one, and I'll put the blocks to her before I climb into bed with the one I've got lined up."
Don laughed out loud as the door slammed, and then he dropped his fork on the empty plate and pushed the table away. He stood up and stretched slowly, enjoying the satisfaction the steak had given him. He had to chuckle again as he went over to refill the glass with Scotch.
He carried the drink into .the bedroom and set it on the dresser. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stuck his thumbs into the tight trunks and pushed them down over his legs. He stood up and kicked them aside, and walked over to the dresser. He caught his reflection in the mirror and paused to look at the scratches. Man, they were beauties, all right.
Don pulled out clean shorts and a pair of tight Levi's and white T-shirt. He tossed them on the bed and then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The gouges on his back stung under the hot spray, but it just reminded him of the way they got there, and he let his mind relive the experience in the locker room while he lathered himself. By the time he had rinsed away the suds he was partially aroused. Just thinking about the locker room had started the hormones moving, and he dried himself quickly, anxious to hold the blonde's round little rump in the palms of his hands.
He had one hell of a time getting the shorts and Levi's over his half-aroused body, and when he finally had them on, he pulled the shirt over his head impatiently. Then he went back to the table to pick up the key.
He walked down the hall to the elevator, and pressed the button. It took a long time for the elevator doors to open, and Don was in no mood for the delay. The look of anger that had formed on his face disappeared as the door opened fully.
The small redhead that hurried by him as he entered was still panting. Don looked down at the tight yellow shorts and smiled as he noticed that her zipper was wide open. She'd obviously been in too much of a hurry to do anything more than button them.
When the doors had closed behind him Don looked over at Sam and smiled at the handsome Negro.
"Why you horny son-of-a-bitch! And on company time too."
Sam shifted his weight uncomfortably and reached for the control lever.
"I'm going up to 114, Sam."
Don watched as the muscular hand tugged the handle and the elevator started moving. He felt sorry for the other man and started to laugh.
"Relax, Sam. I don't give a damn if you screw in this elevator all day. All the more power to you."
A look of relief came over the ebony face, and Don was treated to those big white even teeth.
"Christ, it wasn't my idea. Not here in the elevator anyway. But she wouldn't leave me alone. She kept asking me if black boys were as big as they say, and finally I whipped it out and showed her. She was out of her shorts and flat on her back before I could stop her, so I thought, what the hell."
Don laughed and slapped Sam on the shoulder. He was even more anxious to use the key he held in his hand now; he wanted a woman badly. The elevator stopped and Sam started to open the door. He hesitated for a second, and then closed it again.
"Say, Don, I wonder if you'd help me with a problem I've got."
Don's face was serious now. He liked Sam's frankness and intended to make a friend out of him.
"Sure, I'd be glad to if I can. What is it?"
Sam smiled again, and Don waited impatiently for him to speak.
"You saw that redheaded chick that just climbed out of the elevator?"
"Yeah."
"Well, she and four other broads just got out of college. They're all teachers, and they've come to this convention they're having tomorrow. She made me promise to come up to their apartment tomorrow night. I didn't really want to, but she said they'd all climb into the elevator tomorrow night and rape me if I didn't. Now, I'm not a man to complain about five broads playing with me, but I like this job, and I don't want to lose it. So I said I'd come up tomorrow night."
Don nodded understandingly and waited for Sam to go on.
"Would you come up with me and give me a hand with them? I'm not exactly impotent, but satisfying five broads at once is a little too much."
Don laughed and stuck out his hand toward Sam's big form. He clenched the black hand in his and shook it.
"Man, that kind of a favor you can ask any time. I'll meet you in my room tomorrow night, and we can go up together. You know where my apartment is?"
"Yeah, I know. I'll see you about seven, if that's okay with you?"
"Great. Oh, by the way, I want the redhead first. I want to show her that a few of us white boys got a better than average shake from old Mother Nature too."
They laughed together, and Don-walked out of the now open doors, and started down the hall. One fourteen was directly at the end and he was almost running by the time he got there.
The door opened with the key; a perfect fit. Don closed it behind him and let his eyes get used to the darkness. He started to reach out for the light switch, but the room suddenly flooded into brightness.
There were six lamps stuck in the middle of the floor. They surrounded the giant-sized mattress that had been planted smack in the middle of the floor. All the furniture had been moved back to the walls to make room for the big, comfortable mattress.
Don felt two firm mounds pushing into his back as arms slipped around his waist. Practised fingers found the clasp on his jeans and Opened it. He relaxed and enjoyed the rotating hips that worked on his buttocks.
The zipper came down quickly and the hand that had pulled it down went to one side of the band of his shorts, while the other hand slipped under the other side. The hard-tipped mounds slid tantilizingly down his back as she dropped to the floor and tugged his jeans and shorts down over his legs.
He raised one leg and then the other, kicking the clothing over into the corner. Then he turned slowly, still in her embrace, and thrust his hips forward. She was in the shadow of his body, but he could see her lips opening. His hands stroked at the long tresses as she leaned forward eagerly and kissed. At first he barely felt the moist lips, and then her head moved even closer and he felt her tongue land teeth as she grazed along the length of his throbbing body.
His hands left her hair and found the bottom of the T-shirt. He stripped it off while her head moved against him. She had accomplished more than Don had thought possible, and the pleasure ripped through his body as she worked at him.
She leaned away from him and he reached down and pulled her to her feet. His hand strayed over her heaving breasts, trying to cover the huge area as quickly as possible. Then his thumbs and forefingers settled down to work on the rock-
hard tips. He rolled them back and forth, slowly feeling them swell even larger under his manipulation.
Her hands slipped between their bodies and circled his swaying arousal. She squeezed gently as she moved them back and forth. She moved away from him and he let her lead him like a dog on a leash to the floodlit mattress. She dropped to her knees and he felt her lips encircle him again. Her head moved a few times; then she stood up and stepped back from him.
"I've been wanting to do that ever since I saw you. You're big. I knew you would be from watching you in your bathing suit. You like to advertise, don't you?"
"Who doesn't if they've got something extra good. I noticed you were showing as much as you dared around the pool too."
She smiled and walked across the room to the bar.
"Want a drink?"
Don smiled and looked over her body. She was a natural blonde, and as his eyes strayed down past the slight curve of her tummy there was little to hide her womanhood from his eyes. With a blonde you always knew what you were getting into.
"Scotch."
"Oh, that will burn."
Don smiled and watched her come across the room with a bottle of Sctoch. She had an aerosal can full of whipped cream in the other hand, and he slowly realized what she had in mind. She dropped to her knees in front of him and set the bottle down.
Don's smile broadened as she moved the can so that the nozzle was poised over his throbbing arousal. She pressed the top and white foam billowed out and encompassed his pulsing form. She set the can down and lay back down on the big mattress, flat on her back.
She opened the Scotch bottle and tossed the lid over her shoulders. He watched, fascinated, as she spread her legs and drew her knees up toward her chest. The top of the bottle slipped between her thighs and disappeared from sight.
Don watched as she tipped the bottle up and bubbles began to form as the Sctoch ran out. Sctoch spilled down her thighs and soaked into the mattress, but she poured until the bottle was empty and then tossed it to one side.
"Ohhh! It does burn. It's too bad you don't like whipped cream like me. C'mon, let's hurry up and start. The burning will stop as soon as you lap up some of that Scotch."
The unusualness of the situation was all Don needed to urge him into action, and he didn't need to be told twice to start lapping up the Scotch. He dropped to his knees and kissed her once on the lips. Their tongues lashed at each other, and then Don reversed his position and straddled her body. As he dropped his head between her silky thighs and took his first taste of the Scotch, he felt her sucking and licking the whipped cream from his quivering manhood.
Don's hands slipped under her churning buttocks, and every now and then he felt a hot palm fondling the dangling storehouses of his sexual power. All he could hear was the moist sounds they were making as they satisfied themselves on each other's body.
The far-out lovemaking drove them both to their peaks fast, and Don felt her body jerk spasmodically as he drove his hips down at her in several pistoning motions, releasing his passion to the eager blonde. She pulled down on his thrusting buttocks and sucked him dry as he. felt the strength leaving his body and 'collapsed on her perspiration-covered body. He was unable to muster the energy to move for a second, but finally he rolled off her and lay panting beside her heaving form.
She let him rest for a second, and then he felt her hands slowly working their way up his legs. His body reacted despite having just completed the act, and as her fingers found the spheres and began caressing them lightly, he felt himself growing again.
Her hands went back to the inside of his thighs, and he closed his eyes and let her push his legs apart. He felt her body brushing up the inside of his legs, and he opened his eyes to see her backing toward him on her hands and knees. He dropped his hands to the front of his body, and as she backed toward him he bent his knees slightly so she could slip her feet under and put them up around his thighs.
He encircled himself and guided his rod to her open target as she slowly sat back onto his body. She was well-lubricated from thelastboutandhehadno trouble completing the task as she settled on him.
Don closed his eyes and folded his hands under his head as she began to bounce up and down. He let his mind go blank, giving the pleasure that was slowly moving through his body his absolute attention. He didn't have to do anything. She was more than willing to do it all. He was hitting bottom when she fell, and small cries of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from her passion-clenched teeth.
Don picked up the rhythm, and the next time she let her body drop he pistoned his hips up to meet her.
"Ohhh!"
He jolted her good, and when she fell again he was ready for her. He kept hitting up at her periodically, so she never knew when he'd drive it home.
"Ohhh ... un ... uh ... ohhh ... ohhh ... un-"
The pace picked up and Don was no longer able to control the movements of his body. He was driving at her every stroke now, and she was bouncing up and down for everything she was worth. He felt it coming and arched his back for her next drop. When it came he poured it to her, and when she felt the warmth of his passion she dropped down on him and ground her buttocks into his body in big circles. Don thought she would tear him in two as he pistoned his love into her churning body.
A long time later Don opened his eyes and looked over at the lax form beside him. A satisfied smile played over her face. Blonde curls were matted across her perspiration-covered forehead, and he gently pushed them aside.
"You're a real hellion, baby. You perform like a bitch in heat. I could smell you behind me even before you put your arms around me."
"I told you I saw what you had when you were parading around the pool this afternoon. I am a bitch in heat, and when a bitch in heat sees a stud hung like you she does anything to get at him."
Don looked over at the alarm clock on the dresser.
It was only nine o'clock and he had plenty of time left. His hand moved over a still swollen nipple and felt it dig into his palm.
"Let's have a shower and start all over again, baby. Your stud would like to have a couple more tries at breeding you."
"Sorry, lover. My husband will be back in fifteen minutes, so I don't have the time. We can do it again tomorrow night if you want."
Don started to say yes, but then he thought about Sam. If there had just been one or two broads involved, he might have backed out and given the blonde another tumble. She was good, and he liked her approach to banging, but five broads was too much for him to turn down. He expected to have at least one try at each one of them before he was through the next night.
"Sorry, honey. I can't make it tomorrow. I've got a previous engagement."
He stood up and began to pull on his shorts and jeans.
"How are you going to explain all this to your husband?"
"I'll greet him the same way I greeted you."
She was watching him, and he could see the disappointment in her eyes.
"She must be pretty good, or else you didn't enjoy what we did tonight."
"No, honey, it's really quite simple. I enjoyed tonight. In fact, it was really great, and I'll be back for more. It's just that I've got a chance to get five broads in one night tomorrow; a gang bang.
Don had a feeling that the blonde was crazy enough about her lovemaking to understand and he was right. A big smile formed on her lips and she tossed him his T-shirt.
"Well, I can hardly blame you for that. You're good. Best I've had. But if I had a chance to make it with five guys, I'd turn you down in a second."
Don looked her body over again and smiled back. It didn't help his ego to have her tell him that, but after all, he felt the same way.
"I'll tell you what, baby. The next time I'll prove you're wrong. I'll make you beg me to stop giving it to you. If I'm wrong, then I'll admit you're better than five broads, but if I'm right, you'll know that I'm just as good as an army of men. Right?"
She opened the door and let him out. He leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth while his hands found her breasts and worked the lax nipples back into action.
"That deal sounds like it might be fun. I'll take you up on it. Let me know when you're ready."
Don pushed the button for the elevator and waited. It would be on self service now because Sam would be off for the night. He climbed inside and pushed the control panel for his floor. He looked down at the front of his pants and smiled as he pulled his zipper up. He would have looked pretty guilty walking out of her apartment with his fly open.
Don was glad he hadn't run into her husband. Hg wasn't afraid; he could take care of himself, but he wasn't the kind of guy who enjoyed meeting irate husbands. Come to think of it, who the hell was?
Don opened the door of his apartment and went directly into the bedroom. He needed a shower badly; he smelled like he'd taken a bath in Scotch. He only took two steps once he got through the bedroom door.
Shelly was stretched out on the bed, spread-eagled. She didn't have a stitch on. All the lights were off, and the phone was off the hook. He hadn't noticed it before, because it was turned on low, but soft music filled the room from the stereo.
He looked over at her nude body and wished he hadn't just gone the route twice with the blonde.
"I thought it over. It's none of my business who else you sleep with. I've come for another lesson."
Don walked over to the side of the bed and gazed down at her perfectly rounded body. He let his eyes work over her full breasts, down over the rise of her tummy, to her dark triangle of curls. She was as close to perfectly proportioned-as any broad he'd seen, and in spite of what he'd just been through, he wanted her; wanted her badly. If only his body would cooperate. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I see you forgive me for giving you hell when I had no business to. You smell like a bar, but I've mixed you a drink. It's in the bathroom by the shower. You go on in and drink it, as long as it won't affect your reactions. Then take a nice long shower and relax I've already had mine."
Don smiled broadly and started for the shower. All the way he kept silently repeating to himself, "Don't fail me now. Christ, she's really ready for it. C'mon buddy, this is one occasion you've got to rise to."
He downed the drink and climbed under the spray. In a few seconds he was sure that he could face up to the demand that was about to be placed on his potency. It had been a full day, but he knew he'd be ready to give Shelly all she wanted and maybe a little more.
Shelly was the aggressor. He let her take it from the start, and she went over the hill three times before he felt his body lashing out with the passion she had built in him. She went over with him, and he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder as they twisted together on the big bed. The pain was blotted out by the fire that consumed him, but he knew she had broken the skin. They rested for a long time, their bodies close, enjoying the nearness of each other.
They didn't talk until they had both returned to breathing normally. Then Don sat up in the bed and looked at his reflection in the mirror. There was a perfect imprint of her teeth on his shoulder. The blood had clotted, and he could make out the spot where every sharp little tooth had dug in.
He looked down at her and bent to kiss the smile off her face. Their tongues met and he put his arms around her and pulled her close. It was a long kiss, not filled with passion, but filled with thanks for what they had just done for each other.
"I suppose this is to punish me for the scratches on the other shoulder?"
His hand ran over the spot where she had bitten him.
"No, not really. I just want that other bitch to know that she's not the only one who gets so much enjoyment out of your little friend there. I didn't notice you complaining about it when I did it."
He smiled down at her and caressed a swollen nipple under his palm. She sighed happily, and worked her body closer to his on the bed.
"Complain? Christ, no. You can chew on me any time you want to, baby."
"Thanks, friend. Let me leave the same invitation open to you."
They laughed and Don got up and pulled a couple of smokes out of the pack on the table beside the bed. He lit them up and passed her one.
"I really do apologize for what I said earlier. You're a good-looking guy with extra-big equipment, and I should expect other women to get hot over you. It's just that you really showed me how good this can be, and I'm afraid I wanted you all to myself."
"Well, I'm just not ready to settle down yet, honey. But if I ever get ready to stick it with one, broad, you'll be at the top of the list. I get more out of it with you, Shelly, and because I do, the pleasure is double or triple that of other broads. It's hard to explain, but I get as much enjoyment out of having a smoke with you after, as I do when I'm flying high in some other chick. But on the other hand, as I said before, variety is the spice of life, and I don't think I'll ever be able to turn down a strange piece if I get the chance to get into her pants."
"I've been waiting for one thing or another all my life, Don. So I don't mind waiting to see if you want to try it alone with me. I've decided one thing for sure, though. I'm going to enjoy you every second I can while you're here."
Don ground the cigarette into the ashtray and vaulted onto the bed beside her. She looked down at his body and smiled.
"Well, you seem to want it, but your friend there looks pretty quiet."
"Well, baby, let's see what you've learned. I'll bet you a buck you can't get him ready in five minutes."
"It's a bet."
Twenty minutes later, as she lay smiling on the bed, Don tossed a dollar bill on the pillow beside her. He smiled, and kissed her lightly.
"I'd pay a lot more than that for it any day, honey."
"Care to make the bet again? I could walk out of here with a thousand bucks by morning."
"It might be interesting to see how much you do get. You're on."
CHAPTER SIX
DON MANAGED TO GET THROUGH THE NEXT DAY without giving in to himself and taking advantage of one of the broads around the pool. There had been plenty of offers, but he knew he'd have his hands full helping Sam out, but most of all, he wanted to get all five of the broads.
Every time a nice set of boobs or half-revealed buttocks went by, he'd tell himself there would be plenty later on. He'd never been one to let a piece go by, but there was plenty of it available here, and he felt that he could afford to risk losing some of it. He would have had to be a superman to satisfy all the stuff that was slinking around in hot pants anyway.
After he'd closed the pool for the night, he'd returned to his apartment and slipped out of the tight bathing suit. He'd been pretty sore when he got up, but the eight hours of rest had done his body good. By the time he'd finished showering and returned to his bedroom, he knew he would be able to handle all five broads with no trouble.
He slipped into clean clothes and went into the other room with the cool Scotch he'd made himself. It was twenty till seven and he debated whether or not to call down for something to eat. Sam would be coming for him in twenty minutes, and would probably have to wait for him to finish eating if he got something sent up, but his stomach was yelling for food, and he was sure that Sam wouldn't mind waiting for a few minutes while he gulped something down.
Don had picked up the receiver when he heard the light rap on the door. He set it back in the cradle and started across the room to the door. He guessed that Sam was anxious to get started on the five broads, and smiled as he opened the door.
Shelly stood there with a tray. A steak with all the trimmings was sitting in front of him, and he looked from it into her smiling face. He bent forward and kissed her, thanking her for answering his problem.
"C'mon in, you angel of mercy. I have to leave at seven, and I was just about to give up the idea of eating."
Shelly carried the tray in and set it down on the table in front of the couch. Don squeezed in between the couch and the table and rubbed his hands.
"Thanks, baby. This is just what the doctor ordered. Help yourself to a drink. I've got to eat this in a hurry, but you can sit here and relax as long as you want."
He began to wolf down the food as she disappeared to mix herself a drink. She came out and sat down beside him on the couch, grinning as he worked on the steak.
"Going out torn-catting again?"
"That's none of your business, remember?"
"Oh, I'm not complaining, but that's the only reason I could see you eating so fast. There's only one thing that you like better than a good steak, and that's a good bed partner."
Don looked up at her and smiled. There was no anger or jealousy in her face and he could see that she meant what she was saying.
"You're getting to be pretty much of an expert on me, aren't you?"
"It doesn't take much to figure you out. You're after whatever you can get out of life, and you don't give a damn if you put anything back. Most single men feel that way, but the majority of them don't have your build and looks so they settle for what the world's willing to give them. But not you. You work every angle."
"You make me sound like a real bastard. Am I really that bad?"
Shelly took a swallow of her drink and set the nearly empty glass on the table beside the tray. She stood and smoothed the uniform over her full body, and pulled a cigarette out of the pack that was lying there.
"No. You've got the world on a string, and I'm considering myself lucky to be able to have a good time with you. It would be selfish of me to try and stop you from living life to the fullest, but I know that you'll have to let go of the string sooner or later. Like all single men, you think it'll go on this way forever."
Don smiled and pushed the table away. He felt better after eating, and now he was really ready for the night ahead of him. He looked up at Shelly as she poured the last of the liquid into her mouth and set the glass back down on the table.
"You know what your problem is?"
She lit a smoke and handed it to him. She grinned down at him and knocked her ash into the ashtray.
"Yes, I've been stupid enough to let you get into my blood. You're an excellent lover, you know."
"That's your problem. You don't just take things as they come and enjoy yourself. You're too damn intelligent for a broad. Too damn smart for your own good. Stop thinking about tomorrow and start enjoying today."
"Okay, I will. Oh, by the way, you owe me four dollars."
Don laughed and reached up, slipping his arm around her waist. He almost wished that he didn't have to go out. Almost. But a chance at five broads was still enough to make him dismiss the thought. He kissed her tenderly and felt his blood beginning to boil as her arms went around his neck and her tongue began to lash at his.
Shelly pulled away and smoothed the uniform over her body again. Don watched it mold to the firm curves for an instant and disliked it even more than he had before as it returned to its baggy shape.
"I've got to get back to work. Do you think you'll be up to give me another lesson tonight?"
She reached down playfully and brushed the bulge that was forming in the front of his tight jeans. The reaction was immediate. The bulge grew into a tent in front of her eyes.
"Don't worry about me, honey. I'll save you enough to keep you happy."
There was a knock on the door and he got up and followed her across the room. She turned around and gave him a grin, and then opened it.
She took a look at Sam and then turned back to Don. He was smiling from ear to ear, and she shrugged her shoulders and stood back so Sam could come in. Don smiled at the surprised look on Sam's face and waved him in.
"Don't let her get to you, Sam. She expected to see some bitch in heat standing there, and you threw her for a second."
Don patted Shelly's behind playfully and pushed her into the hall. She turned around and flashed a smile at Sam.
"I think I should set off the fire alarm or something. When you two prize stallions put your heads together and decide to go after some mares, no girl in the resort is safe."
Sam smiled back at her and shrugged his shoulders. Don gave her one final pat on the rump and started to close the door. He hesitated, then smiled and opened it. She turned around and looked back at him as he spoke.
"How do you know they want to be safe?" She blew him a kiss and turned around. The door was almost closed when he heard her speaking.
"Remember to save the last dance for me."
Don shut the door and turned around to face Sam. He went over to the table and picked up his empty glass.
"You want one before we go?"
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll need all the help I can get."
Don laughed and walked into the bedroom.
"Scotch okay?"
"Great. Bit expensive for a working boy like me, but I never turn it down when someone offers it to me."
Don returned in a few seconds with the drinks and handed one to Sam. He sat down in a chair across from the big Negro and put the glass to his lips. Sam took a drink from his and smiled as the liquid ran down his throat.
"Man, that's smooth. Say, I didn't know you and Shelly were so friendly."
Don looked at the other man and thought he could see concern in his face. He took another drink and set his glass down.
"Yeah, we hit it off on the first day. Why? She something to you?"
Sam laughed and got up out of the chair. Don could see that he was uncomfortable."
"Hell, no, man. At least not the way you're thinking. She's a good friend though-one of my best, I guess you could say."
He turned around and looked at Don while he was leaning against the fireplace. Don felt a feeling of relief go over his body and it bothered him. Why the hell should he care if Shelly were giving out to the big Negro. But he did care and he was glad that she hadn't been.
"Like I say, man, she's a good firend, and I've never seen her take to a guy before. She used to tell me that any girl could get it if she wanted, but there was more to it than just jumping into bed with a guy. She was always kidding me about the way those broads were after me."
Don smiled and stood up. He picked up Sam's drink and handed it to him.
"It seems to me that you're trying to tell me something, Sam. Somehow I didn't think you'd be the type to beat around the bush. Let's have it."
Sam laughed and took the drink. He downed it and put it back on the table.
"I don't give a damn what I say usually, but as I said, I like Shelly, and I'm getting pretty fond of you. I don't want to make you mad or anything."
"Go ahead, let me have it. What's bugging you?"
"Okay, man. You're sacking with her, right?"
"Yeah. We make a good team."
"Well, I know Shelly well enough to know that she's flipped over you then. She doesn't make a habit of climbing into bed with every guy she meets. So I'd like you to promise me that when you drop her you do it nice and easy. Cause if you hurt her bad, man, I'll break you in two."
Don looked across at him and he knew that Sam wasn't kidding. He walked across to him and slapped him on his big muscled shoulder.
"Don't worry, Sam. I like her too. In fact, I like her more than any other broad I've met. Sure, I'll tire of her eventually. But when we part, it'll be as good firends. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her either."
The strain faded away from the young Negro's face, and he treated Don to those twin rows of shiny white teeth.
"I had a feeling you'd say that. I don't usually like a guy who's a bastard. I wouldn't want to break you in two either. I might end up finding that you'd kicked the hell out of me instead."
They laughed together and walked arm in arm toward the door. Don felt a deep feeling of admiration for the big man beside him, and he knew they were going to get along well together. The man that walked in had been an acquaintance he liked but the man beside him was his friend, and he knew it. He set his glass down and reached for the doorknob.
"C'mon, you big son-of-a-bitch. There are five horny broads panting away the seconds somewhere in this building, and you're the only one who knows what room they're in."
The redhead opened the door. She had a robe tied loosely around her body, and when she saw them she pulled it off and dragged Sam inside. Shehad his shirt half off before Don had come in and closed the door. He watched her big boobs bouncing excitedly as she bent to undo the front of Sam's pants.
Sam put his big hands on her wrist and lifted her up.
"Go work on him, baby. I promised him he could have you first."
For a second the redhead stared at Don. Then as she noticed him for the first time, a smile began to form on her face. She pulled free of Sam and started toward Don.
"Well, hello there, handsome. I've heard some nice things about you. I've been wanting to find out if they were true, but you're a real hard man to get ahold of."
Don pulled down the zipper on his fly and reached, in. He was already aroused, and when he'd dragged it out her eyes became big, round saucers.
"C'mon honey. Now's your chance to get ahold of me."
A little moan escaped the redhead's lips as she began to work on his pants with eager hands. She opened them and pushed them to the floor with his shorts. Then she stood up and looked again.
"My God, you're as big as Sam, if not bigger. Oh yes; by all means, you have me first."
Don looked over her shoulder and through the open bedroom door. Sam was busy. He was stretched flat out on the bed and a big brunette was riding him like she was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. There was a blonde on one side of him and a brunette on the other. He had a hand between each of their parted thighs and was keeping both of them squealing for joy as the big brunette rode him.
That left Don two of them, and as the redhead was busily stripping his shirt off, he saw a full-.breasted blonde moving across the room toward him. Her hand-
was busily moving between her legs as she walked, and when she got up to him she pulled it out and dropped her towel. Don smiled and let his eyes take in the firm boobs and taut nipples. She saw his glance and smiled back.
"Why the hell settle for an imitation when the real thing is so close at hand? C'mon' Judy, let's get him into the other bedroom."
Don didn't have to be led. He was the first one inside, and he climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back. The blonde started to climb up on him, but the redhead put her arm on her shoulder arid hauled her back gently.
"You get seconds at this end, baby. I saw him first. Try the other route with him. That little blonde bitch down the hall says he's real good that way."
"Can I play with him just a little before you ride him? Please Judy. He's so big. I just want to feel him a bit."
Don just rested his. head into the soft bed and let them go to it. He didn't give a damn who did what, he'd give it to them any way they wanted it. Finally he heard the redhead give in.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Sharon, you'd think you'd never seen one before."
"Well, I haven't ever seen one this size. I'll only be a minute."
He felt her hands on him now, caressing, squeezing, massaging. Then he felt her lips as she kissed, and her hands moved down to thedangling spheres and caressed him, oh so lightly. The pleasure ripped through his body, and when he felt Judy's lips on his, he parted his teeth and gladly received her tongue. Itwas great. The blonde played below while the redhead necked with him. His hands were on her boobs, his fingers working on the eraser-hard nipples as the blonde sucked and kissed below.
He was getting into the swing of things, but the redhead wasn't going to let the blonde finish him and he felt her lips leave him; For a second he didn't feel anything, and then Judy was on top of him and over him and on him and bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. He arched his back as he strove to give her as much as he could.
Then he felt two warm satiny thighs on his cheeks as Sharon settled into position above him. He opened his eyes, watching her big boobs as she dropped down on him. He lifted his head while she put a pillow under him so he could give her what she wanted. His hands slipped up her body and played with the big swinging pendulums as he kissed-and lashed his tongue.
The redhead was groaning rhythmically and the blonde was moaning steadily as they worked toward the peak. Don let himself go completely, and concentrated oh satisfying the pressure that was building up to a bursting point in his body. The redhead cried out in ecstasy and dropped on him. Her hips ground into him and he raised his buttocks off the bed and drove his release into her quivering body. As he felt himself going his teeth sank into the blonde arid she groaned and twisted on him. He felt her shudder convulsively again and again while his hips slowly eased back down on the bed.
They collapsed on either side of him, and he looked up into the mirror at the end of the bed and smiled. He would have laughed if he had the strength, but it was hard enough to breath. There was a mass of human flesh, covered with perspiration and completely relaxed.
He never lost his firmness, and in a few seconds he felt the blonde climbing up onto his hips to claim her prize. The redhead was still panting, her eyes closed and apparently not ready for another one, so Don pulled the blonde down beside him and climbed between her widely spread thighs. He lunged at her and gave it to her in one stroke.
She winced in pain for a second, but as he moved he felt her body relax and pick up the rhythm.
"Oh God.. ,unn ... unn ... unn ... ohh ... ohh-I"
The bed was creaking and complaining under the attack it was receiving and Don saw the redhead climb off the bed beside him. His eyes tried to follow her firm buttocks as she walked by, but the blonde had begun to rotate her hips under him, and the pleasure she was causing him made him turn back to her.
Then he felt the redhead's hands on his twin round spheres of manhood, and the pleasure picked up as she began to rub and caress him. Now the hands were gone, and he felt a tongue, and then her mouth came into full action. As he moved his hips, pistoning at the blonde, the redhead held her head still. Her lips naturally slipped back and forth on him, not enough to lose their hold on him, but enough to send him into ecstasy.
He thought he'd split in two with the sensations they were causing on his body. He lunged and his hands slipped below the blonde's hips to cup her round cheeks. She arched upward to meet his thrusts, and the redhead began to nibble gently. He pistoned, the blonde arched, and the redhead nibbled, and then all hell broke loose.
His mind went blank, his hips tried to throw themselves out of joint as he shot his passion into the blonde's quaking body, and the redhead's hands dug at his buttocks while her tongue gently, oh so gently, squeezed. Oblivion, ecstasy, bliss, gratifying, sensuous, delicious, fascinating, rapturous, captivating-list them all. None of them could come anywhere near explaining the sensation that ripped through his body. He had been screwed, and screwed good!
What seemed like a lifetime later Don opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. The aftermath of the pleasure was still with him and his body was completely relaxed. The blonde was beside him and it looked as though she'd climbed just as high as he did. The redhead was nowhere in sight. Don slowly came back to reality.
He raised himself on the bed and looked out the open door. Sam and the other four broads had come out of the bedroom. Judy was on top of him, bouncing for joy and he was satisfying two of the others with his hands. One brunette was sitting on his face with her back to the happily bouncing Judy, and her hips were rotating slowly.
As Don watched Sam taking care of them, he felt admiration for the young Negro again. He was surprised to find his body reacting to the scene in front of him. He had thought he'd never be able to do it again after the last tumble.
He vaulted off the bed and the blonde got up and followed him. The little group on the rug was just breaking up-or maybe it would be more accurate to say blowing up. Don looked down at the twisting broads and smiled. All he could hear were four pleasure-filled cries as Sam did them all at once.
They slowly fell off his big black body and Don got his first glance at the naked Negro. Now he knew why the broads chased him. He was hung like a stallion.
Sam smiled up at him and waved him over. As Don got closer he compared their bodies, and was happy to find that they were pretty close to equal. Sam's dark color seemed to make things stand out more, but he could match him inch for inch. They stood and looked at each other for a second, and laughed.
"Christ, here we are ready for more and they're all lying around trying to catch their breath."
As soon as Don had the words out of his mouth the blonde slipped her arms around his waist and encircled him.
"Not quite all of us, handsome. There's still me."
Don turned around and smiled at her. She had fabulous boobs and his hands went up to cup and lift them. Man, they weighed a ton. She had enough for six broads. Don leaned forward and kissed one swollen nipple; then pointed over to Sam.
"There's two of us, baby, and only one of you."
She smiled and walked over so that she was halfway between them. She turned her back on Don and put her hands on her hips.
"So make a sandwich of me."
Sam moved forward and pulled her down to the rug. They were laying on their sides as she guided him in completing their union. Don's eyes worked over Ifer jutting buttocks as she began to move against Sam. He walked across to them and dropped to the rug. He could hear Sam chuckle as he thought out loud.
"What the hell, if we go together we may blow her head off."
It was a tight fit and Don let his hand slip between her legs and carry some of the moistness back with it. He dropped the hand to the. front of his body and spread it over his throbbing manhood. Then he got comfortable and slowly became one with the locked bodies bouncing on the floor.
He didn't have to move. Sharon bounced from one of them to the other. He let her loosen up, and then he lunged at her at the same time as Sam. He felt the pressure of the other man as he drove deep, and smiled as Sharon cried out. It was a mixed cry. There was pain in it, but the pleasure was obviously greater, because her hips never stopped the smashing movements against their bodies. It was over quickly.
The effect of hammering at her together drove her over in a hurry, and Sam hadn't finished the time before. Don felt them tightening just before they went over, and he joined them. The friction was great, and the novelty of the lovemaking had built him to the breaking point very quickly. Wham! Wham! Wham! Ectasy in triplicate!.
After they were through, they got the girls to kneel on the rug in a line, and he and Sam went at them from behind, bouncing along from one to the other and then going back to the other end and starting over.
Don went over the top four times before they quit, and the broads were groaning and shuddering with release steadily. Finally he and Sam backed off from the openly enticing targets and collapsed on the couch.
They looked at each other and smiled. Don pointed to the bathroom and sank further into the couch.
"You go ahead and shower. I think I'll just rest here for a second."
Sam laughed aloud and stood up. He picked up his clothes from the floor and made for the shower. Don closed his eyes and fell back. He felt the lips, and looked up to find Judy holding his lax manhood between her hands. She bent and kissed him again, and Don smiled.
"You haven't got a snowball's chance in hell, baby."
CHAPTER SEVEN
SHELLY WAS GONE WHEN DON WOKE UP. HE threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.. His hands found the button of the alarm and shoved it In.
He stretched and a smile formed on his face as he noticed the dollar bill under his package of smokes. She had tried. She'd really given him a going over, but this time he'd won the bet.
Don stood up and ran his fingers through his blond curly locks. He felt good now, and almost wished Shelly was still in the bed. He was getting used to sleeping beside her warm, rounded body, and decided that he'd like to have her stay all night the next time she was off. He always felt like making it first thing in the morning.
He came out of the bathroom still toweling himself off from the cold shower. He was wide awake now, and ready to tackle the broads around the pool. He picked the tight white trunks off the dresser and tossed the towel on the bed. He slipped his feet into the trunks and pulled, them up over his pride and joy. Then he carefully brushed out the creases and checked himself in the mirror.
There was no line-up in front of the door when he got down, and he wondered about it for a second. Then he saw the note tacked on the wall to the right of the door.
Pool Closed Today For Cleaning
Open Tomorrow At Nine As Usual
Don was angry for a second. The least they could have done was told him; after all, he was the lifeguard. He turned around and started back toward the stairs. The more he thought about it though, the more he liked the idea. What was he bitching about? He had the day off.
He heard the phone ringing as he approached his door, and he quickened his pace, crossing to it without shutting the door. He recognized the sweet voice immediately as Janice's.
"Good morning. Look, I've been trying to get hold of you since yesterday afternoon to tell you that the pool is closed every Thursday for cleaning. Have you been down yet, or did I catch you in time?"
"I've been down, but that's okay. It's nice to have the day off."
"Well, we've been hearing some pretty good things about you from quite a few of the guests, so you're entitled to it."
Don smiled and wondered what she'd heard. Whatever it was, he was sure that she knew exactly why the broads were putting in a good word for him.
"Look, if you haven't got anything else planned, how about coming down here for a little while? There are a few things Phil and I would like to talk over with you. You can relax on the sundeck and enjoy that view you like so much."
What do you say when the boss asks you to do something? You accept, of course, and you make it sound like you're overjoyed. Don had to admit that he was a little eager to have another look at Janice, just to see if she was as good as he remembered.
"Sure. When do you want me T
"C'mon down now. Have you had your breakfast?"
"Nope. I got up a little late this morning."
"I'll have them make some bacon and eggs for you if you want. They can bring it out to the sundeck."
"Sounds great. I'll be down in a few minutes."
"One more thing. Wear the bathing suit you wear around the pool. From the twinkle in the eyes of some of the women who have been saying how good you are, it must suit you."
"Sure thing, I've got it on now. It'll save me from changing."
"Okay. See you in a few minutes."
Don dropped the phone into the cradle and sat down in the big chair. He had to decide before he went down if he was going to treat Janice for the case of hot pants she was suffering from or not. Somehow he felt that she would arrange to get him alone at least once while he was down there, and he had to decide whether or not to give it to her.
From everything he'd seen and heard from the time he got to the resort, he was certain that Janice was the real boss. Phil only took the helm because it was his place. Janice made all the decisions and passed them on through him. Everyone in the place seemed to know it except Phil.
This meant two things; one, if Janice arranged to be alone with him, she'd leave them plenty of time to have their fun undisturbed. She was too smart to let Phil catch her cheating, and besides, she ran his life, so she knew where he was every second.
Two, it' would be a damn good idea to get on the good side of the bitch if he wanted to stay on as lifeguard. There was one thing he was sure of, and that was that he didn't want to leave this setup. He'd never find one as good in a million years.
It was an easy decision to make. If she asked for it, she would get it and in spades. He wasn't just going to put it to her and bounce off. No, she'd get it good, so she'd want more. That way he'd be around for a long time.
His mind made up, he walked out of the apartment and started down the stairs. As he was rounding the bottom stair and starting down the hall toward Phil's apartment, he spotted Phil walking toward him. He smiled and stopped to wait for the other man to reach him.
"HI. Long time no see. Why the hell don't you drop around to your pool now and then and have a few words with your lifeguard?"
"Yeah, it's been a bastard lately. To top it off I went to see the doc yesterday, and he told me to slow down. He says the best thing I could do would be to sell this place and retire."
"Maybe he's right You've lost a lot of weight, you know."
Phil smiled, but Don could see that it was being put on for his benefit. Phil was worried, there was no doubt about that.
"I thought about it, but you know how Janice feels. So I told him to do the best he could to pull me back into shape. He gave me some sleeping pills. That will help a lot. I spend most nights worrying."
"You'd better take it easy. Say, where are you off to? I was just coming down to see you."
"Jeez, I'm sorry Don. You should have told me. I've got an appointment with the bank manager in town for a bigger mortgage, and then I have to see my lawyer. If I had known you were coming a few minutes earlier I could have phoned them up and put things off, but as it is it's pretty late now."
Phil was looking down at his watch, and he didn't see the smile of understanding come over Don's face. Janice would set it up all right. She'd worked it out well-no Phil for the rest of the morning. For a second he felt sorry for the prematurely balding man in front of him. Then he remembered what Janice's body had looked like, and he dismissed all other thoughts. She was going to be a nice screw, and he was looking forward to it. Don slapped Phil on the shoulder and smiled.
"That's okay, Phil. I understand. I'll leave it till another day. There were a few things I wanted to talk over with you about the pool, but they can wait."
Phil's face brightened and he turned to look at Don.
"Hell, you go on in and see Janice. She handles that end of things anyway. I'm sure she'd be glad to help you out."
Don nodded his agreement and watched Phil hurry out the door. Don knew who would be helping out who, and it would be Janice who was doing the receiving. Don would be giving and giving and giving until she was full. Don didn't bother to knock. He just walked in and headed across the room to the sundeck. She was standing by the railing looking out at the view. He let his eyes rove over her back. She hadn't heard him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to study her back and buttocks.
She was wearing a full skirt and a light blouse, and it was hard to tell what was her and what was the skirt. What he could see looked good, but he couldn't see half enough.
"Well, here I am. Where's the food?"
She turned around and laughed.
"I didn't hear you come in. C'mon, your food's in the oven. I'vet been keeping it warm for you."
Don followed her in and sat down at the table at the place she had set for him. She set the plate in front of him, and poured herself a cup of coffee, sitting down opposite him.
Don started to work on the food. She watched while he ate and he could feel a warm sensation going through his body as he felt her eyes traveling over him. He was glad that he was sitting down and the table hid his lower body from her gaze, because if she could see the front of the tight trunks now, there would be no doubt in her mind as to what he. was planning to do to her.
He finished the bacon and eggs and pushed the tray away. She tossed him a damp towel and he wiped his face and hands with it. As he wiped, he let his eyes move up and down her body, more to let her know what was on his mind than to try and see what was under what she was wearing. The material was stretched tight across her boobs and he could plainly see that the bra under the flimsy material was full to the bursting point with firm flesh. But the skirt ruined the whole effect.
"I passed Phil in the hall. He said he'd be busy in town all afternoon."
Don didn't say any more. He just stared across the short distance that separated them, waiting for her to reply.
"Yes, I'd forgotten all about it. Why? Does it bother you to be alone with me?" "Not now?
She brushed her hands down the front of the skirt self-consciously. She liked to play things her way, and having him stare at her upset things. He was supposed to jump when she snapped her fingers, and not until.
"It seems like you've been avoiding me purposely since the first day when you didn't turn up at the pool early."
Don smiled across at her and took his eyes from her body. He pushed the plate away and stretched.
"I wanted to get a few things clear in my mind before I got to know you better, that's all. But I'm ready to take you up on the offer of soaking up some sun on your sundeck now, if you're still willing."
She was more relaxed now that he'd stopped looking at her, and he could see the composure coming back into her face. She was the boss again now.
Don reached over and pulled one of the smokes out of the package on the table. He lit it up and exhaled a small cloud of smoke.
"I'll go out and relax while you get into your bathing suit."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He stood up and started toward the sundeck. She seemed undecided for a second, but her eyes played over his muscled body as he walked by, and .she nodded to him.
"It'll just take me a second."
He watched her walk down the hall and go into what he supposed was the bedroom. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and took a couple more drags off it, then squashed it in the ashtray on the table. He waited a few more minutes, and then walked down the hall and opened the door.
She was facing away from him, looking into the mirror, and it took her a second to see his reflection. She spun around and pulled the bra she'd just peeled off her full breasts back up to cover, them. There she was, sheer pink panties and half-covered boobs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Her eyes flashed at him. She didn't like to have him setting the rules for the game. Don smiled, and let his hand rub lightly at the growing bulge in the front of the tight suit.
"I thought I'd save you the trouble of taking the bathing suit off again. C'mon baby, toss away your bra and drop your pants."
She pulled the full cups closer to her body, and Don gazed into the mirror at the pink-covered cheeks of her buttocks. They were firm and proudly jutting out at the mirror.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you'd better get out of here and fast, or you're through."
"Cut the bull, baby. You've been begging for it ever since I got here. You've got one of the best cases of hot pants I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few lately. Now stop trying to kid yourself and drop your little pink panties, so I can fix you up."
"I'm warning you, get out of here before I call the police and have you arrested."
Don just smiled, and walked slowly across the room toward her. His hand grasped the hanging strap of her bra and he pulled it out of her clutching fingers. The big breasts popped forward and he noted with satisfaction that the swollen brown nipples were hard and throbbing. She wanted it all right.
He stood back and surveyed her boobs slowly, watching them heave, the nipples openly showing her desire.
"One last chance, honey. Take them off or I'll do it for you."
She didn't move, and he stepped forward and slipped the fingers of his right hand under the band at the top of the frilly pink panties. His handjerkedback and the panties parted right down the middle. He dropped them on the floor and smiled as he watched the two red lines form on the flesh of her buttocks. He moved forward and put his hands on the marks made by the panties as they had dug into her flesh.
He felt her fists pounding on his chest as his lips lowered and settled on hers. At first her lips were unyielding, but as his hands moved on her buttocks, rubbing her against the mass that had formed in his trunks, her lips slowly parted, and he felt her tongue lashing out to meet his. The fists weren't pounding now, they were around his neck, pulling his lips closer to hers.
Don stood back and smiled. He surveyed her body slowly, taking in the mountainous breasts, the slight swell of her belly, and the wiry curls of blondeness that shielded the treasure at the tops of her firm thighs.
She stood looking at his trunks, her body heaving with the passion that he'd unleashed with the kiss. Any broad liked to be forced now and then, and Janice was no different from any other chick. Don put his hands on his hips and worked a muscle in his lower belly.
The front of the trunks jerked out toward her and he watched with satisfaction as her eyes jerked with it. He grinned and spread his legs slightly.
"Okay, baby. I stripped you, now you can do the same for-me. Don't be bashful honey. You've been wanting to do it ever since you first saw me. We both knew it then and we both know it now, so help yourself."
Don knew she had lost all hope of holding the dominant role in their relationship when she'd returned his kiss, and the realization of that fact was apparent in her face. There was no complaint, only little animal moans of need, as she moved across to him and began pulling the suit over his aroused body.
Don lifted his legs one at a time as she sank down and pulled the suit off his feet. She started to stand up and he placed his hands on her head, holding her down.
"Uh-uh, baby, you've played the big wheel role too long to get off that easily. Kiss honey, kiss and keep telling me that you're a bitch in heat. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
She leaned forward and he felt her lips. When she pulled back, he applied a little more pressure and her head moved forward again. Lips and tongue, and the odd scraping tooth, and she was away. Her head moved rhythmically in his hands, and when she finally pulled back he let her.
"Okay, baby, now tell me what you are and what you want. Then I'll let you up on the bed so you can put your little friend where you want him."
"I'm a bitch in heat and I want you to make love to me, please."
The smile on Don's face broadened, and he pushed her down when she tried to get up.
"You can do better than that, baby. You've heard the word before. You may think you're too good to use it, but a broad will do almost anything when she wants it as bad as you do."
She did better. She didn't use the word once, she used it again and again, and Don was chuckling as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. As soon as he dropped her she flung her legs apart and held her arms out to him. He didn't bother with any .preliminaries. She was good and hot and he was well lubricated after what she'd just done.
His hips moved and she lifted her buttocks off the sheet to meet him. He reached under her and cupped one full cheek in each hand, and let her feel the rhythm. They worked at it hard; both of them had been ready ten minutes ago, and there was no holding them back now.
Don's lips settled on a swollen nipple, and he began to loll it with his tongue as his hips pistoned his manhood into her quivering loins. She groaned, and her buttocks shot up out of his hands as she tried to drive him even further into her surging body. His teeth tightened on the nipple as he poured his passion into her whimpering, twitching body.
Don stayed firm inside her, and rolled off, pulling her onto her side beside him. His lips found hers and he let his tongue search the sweetness of her mouth. Her hands were all over him, caressing, touching, reveling in the pleasure he'd just given her. He lifted his lips from hers, and leaned his head into the pillow to catch his breath.
"Oh God, Don, that felt good. It's been so long since I've felt like this. Phil just hasn't got it, and when he's rested enough to try I get nothing out of it."
Don twitched the muscle in his belly again, and he felt her tighten up automatically. She was tight for a married broad, and he enjoyed the pressure her con-, tracting muscles exerted on his still firm body.
"There's lots more where that came from, baby. It's too bad you didn't try me earlier. We could have been doing this every day."
Her lips were on his chest, kissing through his matted blond hair. Don stretched his body against her rounded form, enjoying the luxurious feeling of her silky body. His hand went around her hip and he rolled over onto his back, pulling her over with him.
She lay on top of him for a second while he explored her buttocks with his hands. Then she raised herself on her stretched arms and began to move her hips. Don's hands slipped around to the front of her body to cup her swaying breasts, and as she bounced and rotated her succulent little body above him he caressed the big boobs, his fingers rolling and rubbing at the eraser-hard tips.
He closed his eyes and let her ride his thrusting body. Her legs squirmed up beside him so she could get more of what she was enjoying and he felt himself hitting bottom as she raised and dropped her resilient rump on his thighs. He held back and felt her rocket over the top again and again as he pumped up at her. Her steady moans of pleasure erupted in spasmodic squeals of ecstasy as she worked up to the peak, shot over, and started the climb all over again. Finally he lost control, and when he felt her body tightening with excitement, his grunt of satisfaction mingled with her squeal of delight, and he shot his passion up to her, his body tingling from the pleasure rippling through him.
She collapsed beside him, exhausted, and the room was filled with their hoarse breathing as they relaxed in the afterglow of ecstasy. Don looked over at her and noted the smile of satisfaction on her face. He had done his job well; she would be after more of the same, and damn soon. He sat up and vaulted off the bed.
Janice opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
"Ummm, that was good. I'd almost forgotten just how good a real man could be."
Don pulled the suit up over his lax body and bent down to kiss a breast that refused to sag even in the position Janice was in. She had a nice set, firm and proud.
"You're not leaving, are you? We still have an hour or so at least."
"You've had a sample, baby. If you want more you know where I live. From now on, you come to me. That's the way it should be. You're good and I'll be ready for you any time you want it, but it'll be in my bed, not yours."
She sat up on the bed and Don couldn't help but follow her breasts as they swung out in front of her body. She had at least thirty-eight inches, and they were as full a pair as he'd seen. His trunks were growing again, and a smile formed on her face as she openly studied his expanding mass.
"You're sure as hell confident, aren't you?"
Don laughed and slipped his hand between her parted thighs. He stroked the moistness lightly and removed his hand.
"Let's just say that once I put the blocks to a broad, she usually comes back for more as long as I'm willing to give it to her. Suit yourself. I'm available if you want to get banged by a good stud; if you don't, there are plenty of others who are more than willing to take your place. You won't get a better one, baby. In fact, I doubt if you'll get one as good."
He bent and kissed an exposed thigh, and gave her one last look at him. Then he turned his back on her .and started for the door. He paused halfway across the floor and picked up the panties. They were almost in two pieces.
He raised them up in front of his face and then turned back to her.
"You should patent the odor, honey. One whiff of this and any red-blooded male would rape the broad that was wearing it."
Don draped the pink panties over the door and walked out. He had her just where he wanted her, and he didn't give her any longer than twenty-four hours to put the hot little cheeks of her behind into his palms again, in his bed, on his terms-and she'd be pleased as hell. A lot of broads like to be dominating in a lot of ways, but when they climbed into the sack with a man, they'd want him to lay them, not follow their orders.
Janice Kingston had been balled, and she had been balled good. Don had one twinge of conscience when a picture of Phil flashed through his mind, but it was easily dismissed. Any guy who had a babe like Janice for a wife, either took the time to give her what she needed often enough and well enough, or watched her find another guy to do it for him.
He was sure that he hadn't been the first stud to plant Janice, and he was positive that once she let him climb into the saddle she'd do the same for any other guy that she thought would give her a good humping.
CHAPTER EIGHT
IT TOOK JANICE TEN HOURS TO TAKE DON UP ON his offer. It was just after nine that night when he answered the knock on his door, opening it to find her standing there smiling at him. A feeling of power moved through his body as he stood back to let her walk in. She had come to him, and by doing so she had admitted that she wanted him enough to have it on his terms.
"I put Phil to bed with two of those wonderful sleeping pills his doctor prescribed. He was out before his head hit the pillow."
Don pushed the door shut behind her and indicated the couch in front of the fireplace. Janice hesitated before sitting down and her eyes moved around the room slowly, finally coming to rest on Don.
"When I designed this apartment, I didn't know that you'd fit in so well. From Phil's description, I thought you would be the strong rugged type, but I never dreamed you'd be man enough to get me to come up here and crawl for a chance to climb into bed with you."
"Did you figure that you were too far up in the world to want a good screw?"
Janice shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the end of the couch. She opened her purse and took out a pack of cigarettes, and tapped one out into her hand. Don watched as the fingers that had played gratefully over his body earlier worked the handle on the silver lighter. She looked up at him over the flame as he crossed over in front of her and leaned his weight against the fireplace. His eyes moved over her body as she watched him with a blank expression on her face.
"You didn't answer my question. Did you think you were too far up the ladder to get the urge to have a well-hung stud put it to you?"
Janice put the cigarette down in the ashtray, and he could see that she wasn't happy about having to admit that she wanted him enough to come up and ask for it. He smiled with satisfaction, enjoying watching her suffer uncomfortably under his eyes. She took a deep breath as if to fortify herself, and leaned back on the couch.
"Yes, I guess you could say that I thought I was above it. This place is important to me, more important than you'll ever know. I never had anything of my own before, and the only reason I married Phil was because he had enough money to start the resort. It was my idea, the whole thing, and now it's a reality. I have something, and it's getting bigger and better every day. I know you won't understand this, but I was sure that sex was something I could do without as long as I got everything else I wanted out of life."
Don walked across the room and pushed open the door to the bedroom. Then he turned back to her, leaning against the door jamb.
"You want a drink?"
Janice was lost in her own thoughts, and Don had to repeat the question to her. The second time he said it a lot louder, and finally she came out of it and looked over at him.
"Oh, yes, I could use one."
"Scotch okay?"
"Rye and seven."
Don went in and mixed the drinks, his hands now reaching automatically into the familiar cupboards of the bar. The feeling of power was building inside him, and it felt good. He'd really thrown her for a loop; she didn't know if she was coming or going. It was amazing what a good piece of tail could do to a broad.
He set the drink down in front of her and lifted his to his lips. He watched her over the top of his glass as she picked hers up and took a good belt, then set it back down and looked over at him.
"That's not the worst of it, though," she said. "Having to admit that I need a good stud now and then is not so bad. I could have accepted that without too much trouble. The hard part is admitting I want you so badly I'll come up here and ask for it. I've never had to do anything like this before. I'm not exactly hard to look at, and when I wanted it before, I'd just let some guy know it, and he was drooling all over me, doing his best to get it into me before I could change my mind."
"Most guys don't get enough, baby, so when they get a chance at something that looks as good as you they jump at it. It's never been hard for me to get a broad to spread her legs, so I've got to the point where I'm choosy. But the important thing is that I don't just put it in and blow my load; I give the chick What she wants and that way she's always available if I want her again."
"You enjoy using language like that when you take me, don't you? You like to make me crawl, to remind me every second that it's you who are doing the favor for me. What satisfaction do you get out of rubbing it in?"
Don smiled and downed his drink. He pushed the empty glass onto the mantle and crossed over to the couch to sit down beside her.
"I hate a broad who thinks she can snap her fingers and have every available guy in the room fighting for a chance to get into her pants. It takes two to go the route, baby, and when I make it with some broad, I put out at least as much as she does, and usually more. The way I look at it, that makes me just as much of a prize as her, and in most cases, a little more of a bargain."
Janice stood up and walked over to the sliding glass doors that opened onto the sundeck. She stood there looking out into the darkness for a few seconds, then she turned back to him.
"Well, I've come to you like you asked. I'm admitting that I want you and that I'm willing to give up anything to have you. It hasn't been easy for me to do it, because I've never got anything from a man but abuse. When my stepfather raped me on my thirteenth birthday, I decided the only use I had for my body was to get what I wanted out of life. It's worked pretty well up to now. What I ask is that you don't take me for what you can get, and that's all."
Don vaulted off the couch and crossed to her. His hands went around her sides and cupped the full mounds of her breasts. His fingers moved gently as his lips found the back of her neck. He pressed his swelling body into her firm buttocks and felt the blood pour into his loins.
"I don't want anything from you but the pleasure your body can give me. I don't rape a woman who doesn't want it, honey; there are too many of them around who are more than willing to drop their pants for me, so you can cut this off any time you want."
Her body swiveled in his loose grip and his lips fell to meet her uplifted face. She was whimpering as his hand slid down and caressed the crotch of her capri's. Her tongue moved between his teeth and began to search inside his mouth. They stayed together, their bodies moving slowly against each other, then Don pulled back from her and took her by the hand.
"C'mon, let's go into the bedroom and see if I can make you forget that you had to come up here and ask for it. I'll promise you one thing, if you can't forget it by the time you leave, I'll guarantee you'll think it was worth it."
A smile formed on her face as she followed him inside and watched him pull back the covers on the big bed. He turned around and faced her, and slipped his shirt over his head. He watched her eyes take on a glazed look as his hands went down to the front of his pants and flipped open the clasp. As his right hand pushed the zipper down his pants opened in a wide V, and his shorts shot forward under the strain of his pulsing arousal. Her eyes never left the throbbing tent in the shorts as he bent to strip the jeans off his legs.
Don let his hands rest lightly on the pulsing rod for a second and then he stuck his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and pushed. The front of the shorts hung up on his arousal, pulling it down and outward, and he had to slip his right hand around to the front of the shorts and pull them out over himself in order to get them off.
A deep animal moan escaped her lips as it flipped free of the shorts and bounced back up into position. For a second he let her watch it pulse up and down with the blood that pumped steadily through it, and then he leaned back against the edge of the bed and fell onto his back.
"Okay, honey, peel them off nice and slowly, so I can take the time to appreciate what you're about to let me have."
She was breathing heavily as her hands found the top button of the blouse and opened it. Her fingers worked downward and the blouse began to spread under the pressure of her big breasts. When the fourth button popped out of its buttonhole the fabric gave up trying to hold the full globes back and they burst free-no bra, just plenty of firm, jutting flesh.
His hand moved down his body and encircled his pulsing arousal as she slipped the blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His eyes rested on one nipple, and as he watched it grow, he began to move his hand slowly.
Janice kicked off her flat shoes and slipped her hands under the waistband of her tight capri's. She worked them down slowly over her slightly rounded belly, and his eyes moved down from her breasts to the lacy black bikini panties that were slowly coming into view. They surprised him a bit because he had been sure that she hadn't been wearing any panties. The tight capris had outlined her crotch perfectly, and he had been positive that there was nothing between the capris and her pleasure-giving body.
As the capris slipped down over her thighs he smiled and understood why he had been fooled. There was no crotch in the bikini panties-just curly blonde Janice outlined by the lacy black panties.
"Nice, baby, I like that. Don bother to take them off; it sets you up like you had a gilded picture frame around it."
"I bought them especially for tonight. At first I thought it was silly, but I couldn't resist them."
She bent over to slip the capri's off her feet, and Don moved his eyes back to the swollen-tipped boobs. Man, she had a nice set of tits; the way they swung and bounced against each other was enough to make him tingle with excitement. He removed his hand from himself, afraid that he would finish before the fun began.
Her boobs swung wildly as she ran across the deep carpet and fell on his body. His hips shot up off the bed at the contact with her hot flesh and his arms went around her sides to cup the frilly black mounds of her behind. His fingers worked and dug at her while they kissed, and by the time she lifted her head from his, her body was twisting and wiggling all over him in a frenzy of passion.
She tried to roll off him and pull him over on her, but he held her firmly and worked his hands on her buttocks.
"You ride me, baby. That way you can govern what you get. You can have as much or as little as you like, and go at whatever speed you want."
Janice raised herself slightly on her hands and knees and Don held himself steady while she settled her full body down on him. She slid down along his body until he thought she would snap it off, and then began writhing in a side-to-
side movement. His buttocks lifted off the smooth sheet and pushed upward to meet her. He hit bottom, and she really started to swing, using rocking motions and rotary hip-twirly gyrations that pushed him up the grade in leaps and bounds. He let his hips bounce up and down off the bed in an in-and-out movement that was simultaneous to her twisting hips.
Janice worked her legs up along his flanks and he felt himself hitting home on every stroke. He was being twisted and stretched and crushed as she spun around like a top on him. She was still spinning when he let her have it, his body lurching up off the bed and hitting bottom again and again as he shot his pleasure into her. She let out a shrill cry of ecstasy, and her hips pummeled his body in an attack of complete abandonment.
Wham! Wham! Wham! The sound of their smashing bodies echoed off the walls of the bedroom as they ground their boiling loins into each other.
She fell on him and he welcomed the weight of her body. They rode the slowly sinking cascade of pleasure, clutched to each other, moulded into one smashing wave of pleasure.
Don's hands worked over her buttocks tenderly as she stroked and kissed his chest. It took a long time for the pleasure to fade from their bodies and neither of them was in any hurry to have it leave. Don had lost all track of time and as his breathing returned to normal, he turned his head to glance at the clock on the dresser by the door. It was twenty till eleven.
The realization hit him immediately, but it was too late. He heard the door in the other room shut, and before he could move, Shelly was standing in the doorway. He didn't give a damn himself; if it had been any other woman above him he wouldn't have thought anything of it. After all, Shelly knew he liked strange stuff. Janice was something else though. She wasn't going to appreciate having one of her waitresses catch her in bed with the lifeguard.
Shelly was too shocked to say anything for a moment, and Don raised his arm and waved her back. Thank Christ Janice was looking the other way or she would have seen Shelly immediately. Don breathed a sigh of relief as Shelly quickly moved back out of sight.
He felt Janice stir and realized that she took the tightening reaction his body had given when he saw Shelly as one of passion. He was still firm inside her moist sheath, and she began to move again. Don rolled her over on her back and she opened her legs, letting him move closer to her. He worked at her quickly, using every trick he'd ever learned to bring a broad over quickly. His body reacted automatically and in a few minutes she was whimpering softly as her hips ground up to him and her body shuddered spasmodically beneath him.
He rolled off her immediately and sat on the side of the bed. His mind worked frantically, trying to find an excuse to get her out of the apartment before Shelly had a chance to think about what she had seen. Don knew Shelly had a mind of her own, and he wasn't ready to find out what she would do if she decided to come back.
He had got the feeling that there was no love lost between she and Janice, and she just might decide to bring the whole thing out in the open. If Phil got wind of it, Don would be out on his ass, and the setup "was just too damn good for that.
He looked down at Janice and smiled. She was still miles away, enjoying the last tumble. Don was sure that she hadn't heard or see Shelly. He stroked a full breast lightly and she opened her eyes.
"Look, baby, I hate to hurry you, but Sam is coming up for a drink at eleven and I lost track of the time."
He watched her face for a reaction that would tell she didn't believe him, but she only smiled back.
"Okay, I'll go as fast as I can. I know what you mean by losing track of the time; I'm not even sure if I know what day it is."
He laughed and picked up her clothes from the deep-piled carpet. She caught them when he tossed them, and immediately started to pull them over her stacked body. He watched the capris cover the black panties, and wished for a second that Shelly had never existed. Man, she had a nice body! Janice stood up and her eyes met his as she pulled the blouse over her shoulders and began to button it across her jutting boobs.
"I could have used a shower before I left, but it wouldn't do for Sam to find me here. I have enough trouble as it is getting Phil to go along with me on plans for expansion of the resort. If he ever found out about this, I'd be finished."
Don urged her out to the other room as quickly as he could and let a relief-
filled sigh escape his lips when he had her safely out and the door shut behind her.. He turned around and leaned against the door for a second, then started back toward the bedroom. Shelly pushed open the glass door and walked in off the sundeck. She slapped his lax manhood lightly, and put her hands on her hips.
"Well, it looks like she did a good job on you. You don't look half as brave when you're hanging limp like that."
As he looked at her he suddenly felt himself getting braver. She watched in fascination as the sagging form grew into a solid, throbbing column.
She smiled slightly as she reached for him and latched onto his bravery firmly.
"C'mon, stud, you and I have got to have a long talk."
With her hand where it was Don didn't feel much like talking, but he let her lead him into the bedroom. She released her hold on him and sat down on the bed, supporting herself on her arms.
"I told you that I realized you'd have to play around, and I meant it. But you're heading for trouble with that bitch that just left. I know her, and she only wants what she can get out of you. Take my word for it, there's more behind the little scene she just played for you than an urge to have you make love to her."
Don moved over to the bar and poured them drinks. He carried them back and handed her one.
"Why does there have to be any more to it than that? She wanted a good piece and she got it."
"She's just not that simple. I know this will hurt that gigantic ego of yours, but she isn't letting you put the make on her because she wants your body. She's after something else, and unless you stay on your toes she'll get it."
Don looked at her for a second and smiled.
"You're jealous, baby, that's all. She's getting it and you're not, so you want to cut her out."
The anger literally flashed through Shelly, and she slammed the drink down on the table in front of her. He watched her viciously grind the cigarette out in the ashtray and wished he'd kept his mouth shut.
"Boy, you're a real gem! You think that you've got something nobody else has. Well, I've got news for you, brother, I don't need it from you. If I want it there are lots of other guys who can give it to me, guys that don't pretend to be male gods, just men, and they do just as good a job as you. You're so wrapped up in your own greatness that you're too blind to see something that's dropped right in your lap. Just remember that I warned you about that blonde bitch; she's out to get something and I have to admit that her chances are damn good. You won't even know what hit you when she's through with you."
Don reached out to grab her arm as she went by, but she shook him off. She turned and glared at him.
"No, not tonight, my virile friend. So stick it in that blonde and let her put on another act for you. You could probably get her to do anything you want, but in the end it'll be you who does her bidding."
Don bent down and picked up his drink after the door slammed shut behind her. Christ, she was really steamed up. He finished the drink and put the empty glass back on the table beside hers.
She'd be back; in a little while she'd be pounding at his door, her little body all hot to trot. He turned to the mirror and shrugged his shoulders at his reflection. Who the hell could figure them out anyway?
He pulled the pillow up off the floor and dropped it on the bed, then climbed up and pulled the sheet over his muscled body.
CHAPTER NINE
IN THE TWO WEEKS FOLLOWING THEIR FIRST encounter, Janice had come to Don regularly each night, and stayed with him until four or five in the morning. She also managed to visit him during the morning or afternoon on most days, depending on how Phil was occupied, and allowing for the eight hours a day Don spent at the pool.
Don was amazed by her demand for satisfaction, and other than a few hasty encounters at the pool during the two weeks, he was happy to make use of her body exclusively. The relationship was purely one of animal drive; they spent the time they had together locked in one lovemaking position after another, deriving the most pleasure possible from each other's willing body.
He had missed having the nights with Shelly, but because his sexual desires were being readily satisfied by Janice he found it easy to dismiss most thoughts of her with little trouble. She didn't give him so much as a smile during the period, turning her back on him whenever they happened to cross paths, but the knowledge that Janice would be with him in a few hours was always enough to aUow Don to dismiss Shelly's actions with a grin.
Janice was experienced at keeping a man happy, and her practiced hands and body gave him something he'd never found in a woman before. She had trained herself to give pleasure completely, although at times he felt that he could have been a broom handle for all she cared.
It was what he'd always practiced in reverse; this time it was the broad that was making use of his body, but the thought of having the tables turned on him was not strong enough to keep him away from her. He was hooked by the complete sensuousness of her uninhibited lovemaking, and his body wanted her more each time he moved into her waiting arms.
On the few occasions that they talked between bouts of banging on his big bed, she would inevitably go into a monotonous monologue about the problems she had trying to get Phil to think big and expand the hotel. He was surprised to find that she had a seething hatred for Phil's indecisive makeup.
Don pulled his mind out of the past and stretched his relaxed body. He was spread out on his back in the huge bed and she was sitting propped up beside him on one of the large pillows. They had just finished three separate unions and were resting up for a fourth. Don slipped his hands up and crossed them under his head. He put his brain into neutral automatically and waited for the conversation that he'd grown to expect.
Janice took a deep drag on the cigarette that hung loosely in her fingers, and exhaled a cloud of smoke that slowly worked its way up toward the lamp over the bed. Her hand brushed lightly over the matted hair on his chest, but he knew her mind was on something else as her fingers slipped through his curly blond hair.
"He's refused to borrow the money we need to add an additional seven apartments. I don't think I'm going to be able to change his mind this time; the damn doctor has got him all worked up about taking some time off for a rest. I don't give a damn if he takes off and never comes back, but I need his signature on the papers to get the money."
Don shifted his weight and rested on his elbows. He looked at her, trying to get her attention, but she was busily churning something over in her mind and didn't notice his actions.
"What the hell do you care anyway? You've got everything you need. Why don't you just sit back and enjoy it?"
She looked at him and smiled, letting her hands slip down over his belly to fondle him.
"It's too bad you aren't Phil. You'd let me do anything I wanted as long as I spent a good part of the day in bed with you."
Don rolled over and nestled his head between her firm breasts, slowly letting his tongue work up and down in the big valley, his palms pressing the warm flesh against his cheeks.
"Hell, yes, baby, if it was just you and me I'd sign any damn thing you wanted."
"It could be like that, Don. I've thought about it all week."
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He expected her to be kidding, but he should have known better. Janice didn't waste anything, especially words, and he could tell by the look' on her face that she meant every word she'd said.
"You mean divorce him?"
She smiled and pulled his head back down into the deep valley between the full mounds. Her hands worked at the back of his head, massaging his neck while he kissed.
"No, I couldn't be sure I'd get enough out of the settlement, and that's the whole reason for doing it. No, Phil would have to die. I'm the one who inherits the place then, and it's all mine, except for what he's left to you."
Don pulled his head out of her grasp and sat up beside her. Suddenly the warm feeling of pleasure that had been flowing through his veins turned to ice.
"Hold on, baby, climbing into the sack with another guy's wife and putting the blocks to her is one thing; but murder is another. If that's what you've got in mind, you'd better find yourself another boy."
Her hand was on him again, and in spite of himself he grew in her grip as she expertly manipulated her fingers.
"It doesn't have to be that way; it could be an accident. He could drown in the pool while he's swimming. You know he can't swim a stroke. He would have been dead years ago if you hadn't pulled him out of the river anyway."
"You're crazy, right out of your mind. You'd never get away with it in the first place, and besides that, you'd never be able to live with yourself."
"Oh, we'd get away with it all right. I've had it planned for some time; all I needed was someone strong enough to get him from the apartment to the pool. Those pills knock him right out, and if I added a couple extra, and you helped me drop him in the pool, he'd just sink like a rock. He'd die in a horrible swimming accident, and that would be that."
Don pulled his pulsing arousal away from her stroking hand and got off the bed. He paced back and forth in front of the mirror, staring at the woman propped up on the bed.
"Just think, Don, you wouldn't be the lifeguard any more, you'd own the place. No more bumming around, all the money you could ever want, and me. You know I don't care if you play around, so you'd have all the nice stuff that comes here to play around with, too. This little arrangement we have can't go on forever; eventually Phil will find out, and when he does he's going to drop you like a hot brick. The worst he can do to me is get a divorce, and even if he does I'll probably come out with more of the resort in my name than he has in his. You're the one that's getting the most out of it if-he dies. Just think about it for awhile, and if you're interested, I'll tell you how I've got it worked out. Then you can decide if it's worth the risk."
Don stopped pacing and looked down at her. He tried to fight it, but he was actually considering it, actually thinking about killing another man. Although Janice hadn't come right out and said it, she was inferring that if he didn't go along with her idea, she would be ending the relationship soon, and he knew that he wanted it to last.
Janice got up off the bed and slowly moved to where he was standing. He watched her rounded body and was unable to move, mesmerized by the swinging, hard-tipped orbs while she sunk to her knees in front of him and lifted her hands to cup the spheres that swung gently between his thighs. As she caressed lightly, her lips found him and began kissing the sensitive area at' the tip of his sagging manhood. He was powerless to stop the reaction that was taking place as her lips and tongue moved expertly over him, and her hands cupped and caressed against his inner thighs.
She lifted her head, allowing her lips to leave him for a second, and smiled up at him.
"Just think about it, Don, that's all I ask. See if you can turn down a chance at having everything I'm offering you."
She bent back to his body and her lips had plenty to work on now as he throbbed readily in front of her. She leaned forward on her knees, resuming her task eagerly.
Who the hell could think in this position! He threw his hips forward and his hands moved through her blonde tresses as her head began to bob and twist in front of him. Experience showed in every movement, every lick of her tongue, every little touch of her fingers. .He couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to, and he didn't have the slightest urge to try. His hands slipped to her shoulders for support and his buttocks tightened into a knot of taut muscle as he hammered his pent-up pressure into her straining body. Her hands held his buttocks firmly while she finished him, dragging out the pleasure that racked his entire body.
She stayed with him for a few seconds, letting him come out of the world of ecstasy and return to reality, then she stood up and lifted her lips to be kissed. He received her uptilted head readily and feasted his lips on hers, spreading her teeth with his stabbing tongue and lashing out to meet hers.
Janice broke free and sucked in a chest full of air, causing her big melons and erect nipples to dig into the blonde hair on his chest. She just looked at him for a second as she ground those hot tips into him, and then she backed away slowly until the backs of her legs hit the bed. Her knees bent and she fell back and rested on her elbows, never allowing her eyes to leave the front of his body.
Don's gaze slipped downward, moving from the swaying mounds of her breasts and settling on the center of her passion as she slowly tantilized him by shifting her knees apart until he was given an inviting view of her most appealing equipment. She dropped her hand between her spread thighs and he saw her fingers disappear as she began to manipulate herself.
Don suppressed a groan of passion and charged across to her, grabbing an ankle in each hand and slipping to his knees in front of her. He slipped one leg, then the other, over his shoulders and moved forward until he felt her thighs lock on his neck and her legs cross behind his back, holding him tightly against her satiny body. He didn't need the urging pressure of her legs to prod him on as his head drove into the warmth of her inner thighs and tasted the sweetness of the open invitation she had offered his lips.
Don rotated his tongue slowly, covering-the patch of wiry blonde hair. Then his tongue lashed forward and he felt her body tighten with rapture as his lips closed in and guided his flashing tongue to deeper and more sensitive territory. Her body tightened like an overwound mainspring and the only parts of her succulent anatomy that remained on the bed were her shoulders and her head as she threw it back in appreciation of the endeavor his tongue was making to dislocate itself from his jaw and become one with her writhing form.
He used his teeth now, nipping at her tender, sensitive parts until she was moaning and tossing her head from side to side.
"Now, give it to me, all of it! Tear me in two! Screw me!"
Don slipped his head free of the vise-like grip her thighs had on him and stood up between her legs. His hands went below to slip around her hips and cup the cheeks of her rotating buttocks, and he felt her legs slip down his back until the heels of her crossed feet rested in the small of his back, just above his tightly clenched buttocks.
His palms lifted her slightly and he felt her hands guiding as he thrust it to her, simultaneously shoving the cheeks of her buttocks together to make a tighter fit. He lunged at her and felt her shake with pleasure as he hit bottom and jolted her entire body, and he helped her keep her hips in a circular motion with his hands, while he rhythmically drove himself at her moist, tight, pulsing, softness.
Don's fingertips began to caress the deep valley between her resilient buttocks as he pressed them together, and he slowly worked a finger deeper until he located what he was looking for. Then he began to caress back and forth, deep at the bottom of the valley of warm flesh.
Her reaction was all that was necessary to spur him on, and when he heard the moan of pleasure escape from between her tightly clenched teeth, his finger shot forth and he began to let it imitate the motions that his column of pulsing power was giving her in front. He jabbed deeper and deeper into her warm, quivering flesh. Soon he could feel himself deep within her as he rubbed the thin wall that separated his finger from the rest of his body.
Janice didn't know which way to move. Her hips bounced from one jabbing thrust to the other, trying valiantly to do the impossible and smash her loins into both pleasure-giving instruments. Her head bounced from one side of the bed to the other in a frenzy of passion as the walls echoed her moans of pleasure.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... ohhh ... ohhh...."
Her body rammed his and he didn't pull back from his point of deep penetration. Nothing moved but his finger as he caressed himself deeply inside her.
Her hips ground at him and he felt her convulse again and again as his finger drove, caressed, circled, and drove. Don felt six separate seizures wrench at her body and bring forth a shrill cry of delight that must have been audible to every person in the building. Then she collapsed completely and fell from him, sinking back to the sheet, her heaving body dripping with perspiration.
Don had purposely held onto the build up of passion that filled his loins, and he cupped her hips in his hand, flipping her. over on her heaving chest.
His hands found the cheeks of her buttocks again, only this time he didn't force them together; instead he separated them and held them apart with his left hand as he guided himself down to her moistness below with his right. He rolled the end of his throbbing rod in the dampness and inserted himself slightly into the moist well to lubricate the front of the shaft. Then he lifted himself up and fitted his pulsing arousal to the spot his finger had prepared earlier.
"Oh no, Don, please ... you're so big and...."
He pistoned his hips forward and her body jerked with pain as he entered her.
"Ohhh ... no ... please!"
His hand moved under her and darted into the center of her damp blonde curls. First one, then two, and finally three fingers searched her from below while he thrust at her from above like a snake at its prey. He picked up the sounds emitted from her lips through the screen of passion that filled his conscious mind, and a smile formed on his straining face. The sounds had changed from a few minutes ago.
Then he became oblivious to any sound or feeling other than what was pounding through his veins; holding off before had left him part way there and he was beyond any other thought than that of relieving his body of the sensuous, blissful delight and claiming the final reward of throbbing, delicious gratification.
His ears picked up his hoarse voice as the passion-veiled words began to flow from his mouth.
"Oh baby, oh baby, just like that, baby ... oh you lovely whoring bitch yes ... just like that.. I'm coming baby ... I'm coming ... ohhh....ohhh....ohhh ... unnn!"
His hips battered at the firm but yielding flesh of her buttocks as the dam burst and he pumped the passion from deep within his loins, pumped it from his body to her waiting, straining flesh. She felt his warmth hit her and every fiber strained within her as she rocketed over the top with him.
Don collapsed on her back and rested while his body enjoyed the sensation of ecstasy, then he pulled himself back and out of her dimpled rump and stood up behind her.
He didn't speak as he pulled her up and led her to the shower. She was beyond comprehending anyway as she clung to the afterglow of the pleasure he had given her. He lathered her with the soap and almost lovingly rinsed it away and worked on himself. Janice let him towel her and walked into the other room while he used the big bath towel on himself, rubbing vigorously to bring the circulation back to his exhausted body.
She was standing at the end of the big bed arranging the last of her clothes that she'd picked up from one end of the room to the other. His arms went around her waist and he bent to kiss her, his hands fondling the area his-hips had just finished pounding with the determination of a pile driver.
As he kissed her, his thoughts went back to what she had asked him to do. Here in this position it was impossible for him to think about it rationally, as he had his palms full of her sensuous flesh.
She backed away from him and picked up her blouse from where it had fallen on the bed when he put his arms around her. He wanted this woman. He wanted her often, but what she was proposing was something he'd never considered before. She walked' to the bedroom door and paused, letting her eyes rove over his body once more.
"I have to go back early tonight because I have some work to finish up. You think about it and let me know your decision tomorrow. Think about it; you and I and all this, just the three of us."
She turned and disappeared into the other room, and Don heard the apartment door close behind her. He walked over to the table beside the bed and picked up his empty glass. Then he carried it over to the bar and filled it to the brim with Scotch and picked up the bottle in his other hand. He crossed the bedroom and went into the living room, sitting on the big couch.
Don thought about it for a second and then put the glass to his lips. He drank as much of the Scotch as he could in one gulp and set the half empty glass on the table in front of him. For a second he remembered Shelly's words.. "I know her, and she only wants what she can get out of you."
He didn't like the sensation the words created in his mind and he erased them as quickly as possible. Subconsciously he feared the words were true, but he wanted more of Janice, and if it meant doing what she wanted ... He picked up the glass and finished it off, then he poured it full again.
He thought back to all the times he'd laughed at other guys who let a broad get under their skin. It had been easy for him to give them advice-just drop the bitch; there are plenty more around. Why the hell let her make a fool of you?
His tie with Janice was purely sexual, and he knew that eventually it would break, but he couldn't help but try to hold on to her as long as he could. If he could put his finger on what she had that other broads didn't, he might be able to drop her easily, but as long as she was able to keep him wondering, there was no use in even thinking about it. He wanted her more than anything else right now, and he meant to have her.
He downed the drink and poured another. If only there was someone he could talk to, someone to help him sort it out. But you don't ask somebody if they think it's worth while to knock off your buddy so you can keep banging his wife.
He kept filling the glass and eventually the alcohol saved him from the conflict that tore at his mind, and he slipped off into a drunken sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
DON WOKE WITH TWO HEADACHES: THE ONE he'd gone to bed with, and a second pounding reminder that he'd finished off most of a bottle of Scotch the evening before.
Sometime during the night he had managed to drag himself off the couch and into the bed; he hazily remembered half crawling the distance. He looked over at the clock on the dresser. It took him a few seconds to find the location of the hands on the big clock through the thick fog that clouded his brain, but he finally settled on nine-thirty.
He rolled over in the big bed and buried his head in one of the huge luxurious pillows, trying to muffle the hammers pounding inside his head. The picture of the clock suddenly registered, and he forced himself to pull his head out of the relative comfort of the pillow and sit up on the edge of the bed.
He was late. He should have been down at the pool at nine and it was already nine-thirty. He leaped off the bed as fast as his head would allow, and made for the bathroom. It wasn't until he was halfway through his shower that he realized he didn't have to go down to the pool at all; he was off for the whole day because this was the day the pool was closed for cleaning.
For a second he was mad because he'd got up and left the peace and quiet of the bed, but then as the shower drove some of the fog from his brain and slowly brought him out of the deep alcoholic sleep, he was glad he had forgotten, and pushed himself. He hated nothing worse than spending most of the day off in bed.
He stepped out of the shower and opened the cabinet over the sink, then took out a bottle of Bromo and some aspirins. He almost gagged as he drank the half-full glass of Bromo over the four aspirins. Then he grabbed one of the big bath towels and rubbed at his body, urging life back into his half-dead form.
By the time he had pulled on clean underwear and jeans, he felt a lot better, and forced himself to order a breakfast of bacon and eggs sent up to his room. He didn't particularly feel like eating, but he knew from experience that if he got something into his stomach, he'd feel-like his old self in an hour or so.
Don struggled into a tight black T-shirt and ran a comb through his hair while he waited for the order to be brought up. His mind didn't let him rest while he waited, and he began to feel his other headache move back into the forefront. He still had to give Janice an answer, and he still hadn't decided for sure what that answer would be. He ran through both sides of the question in his mind, going over the pros and cons of each one carefully, giving it the attention it deserved. Just as the knock at the door brought him out of the bedroom, his mind found the only solution that was possible.
Don took the tray from the waitress without really looking at her. He was too busy testing the answer in his mind, turning it over and seeing if it would really give him what he wanted; if it accomplished what had ' to be done before he saw Janice again.
He set the tray down on the table in front of the couch and fell back into the comfortable padding. It was the only answer that fit, and he wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.
He had the day off, so he'd go out and get himself as much screwing as he could during the next twelve hours, and if he still wanted to slip it to Janice when he met her that night, then he'd know that he had to bow to her and do what she asked of him. Satisfied with his idea, Don leaned forward and started on the food. After a few bites, he realized that he had really been hungry, and with both of his headaches suddenly lifted from him, he dug into the food ravenously.
After he'd finished his breakfast, he picked up the phone and called the' restaurant, telling them to send up a waitress to take it away. He put the receiver back in the cradle, and was about to walk away when a thought struck him, and he picked the phone up again.
A smile formed on his face as he got the switchboard and heard Phil's voice.
"Good morning. May I help you?"
"This, is Don, Phil. Look, I saw a phone in the elevator the other day. Have you got the number for it? I'd like to talk to Sam."
"Sure, just a sec, Don. I've got it right here somewhere ... Yes, here it is, but you don't need to use it, come to think of it. I can put you right through here."
"Thanks, Phil, I'd appreciate it."
"Say, I'm sorry about the other day. I wish I'd known you were coming down earlier. Did Janice give you the answers you wanted?"
"Yeah, she satisfied my curiosity all right."
"Look, I haven't seen much of you since you got here. How about coming down one of these nights? Since the doctor gave me hell, I've slowed down a lot and don't have a damn thing to do in the evenings."
"Jeez, I'm kind of tied up for the next few nights, Phil. Maybe later on this week."
The other man chuckled, and Don felt a strange feeling go through his body as he realized that he was seriously considering killing the man on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I should have known that. I'll bet you've got more strange stuff since you got here than you've ever even dreamed about before."
"Yeah, you're right there, buddy. Look, could you get Sam for me now? I was supposed to call him a half hour ago."
"Oh, sure, Don. Sorry, it's been pretty quiet this morning, and I latch onto anyone who's willing to talk."
Don heard the ringing and sat down on the couch.
"Elevator."
"Sam?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Don, Sam. Look, I want you to do me a favor."
"Sure, seems to me I owe you one. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I've been a little out of touch for the past two weeks, and I feel like really piling them up today. Can you give me a few names and room numbers of some of the new broads? I'm out for a full day of screwing, so don't give me any possibles. I want to be sure when I get inside the door that I'll get inside them too. How about it, can you give me a few?"
Sam proceeded to list off four names and-room numbers, giving Don a brief description of each broad and what she liked best.
"That's about all I can give you. There are some new ones that came in last night, but I haven't had a chance to find out if they go or not."
"That's okay, Sam. This should keep me busy for a while anyway. Thanks for the info. Any time you need something, just give me a call."
"Okay, buddy. Give 'em one for old Sam while you're at it."
"Will do. I'll probably see you later and give you a rundown. Thanks again."
"Any time. See you later."
Don tore the page off the pad beside the phone and stuffed it into the pocket in his shirt, then he went into the bedroom and checked himself over in the mirror. The shirt and jeans fit him like a second skin, and the effect was exactly what he wanted. If they liked their nooky they wouldn't let him out of their apartments until they tried what he had to offer. A tingling sensation of anticipation moved through his body as he shut his apartment door behind him and pulled out the small piece of paper. One nineteen was the closest. Brunette ... five-five or six ... small but nicely pointed boobs....
She opened the door and returned his broad smile with a flashing set of even white teeth. As he talked his eyes started on her face and worked down over the small halter and tight shorts. She didn't seem to mind one bit, and he remembered Sam's comment about the pointed boobs as she arched her back, and the halter moved an inch or so closer to him.
"Hi. I'm Don Sands, the lifeguard. I check with all the guests and let them know about the athletic program we offer at the resort. I noticed you in the restaurant the other day and you seemed to me like the kind of girl who would be interested in sports."
She smiled, and he paused while her eyes moved down over his body just as obviously as his had moved over hers.
"Come on in, blondie, but I think I should warn you that I prefer to have my sport indoors."
Don moved inside and let her shut the door. Good old Sam, if the rest of them turned out as easy as this one, he had one hell of a full day ahead of him. The thought of it brought a delicious tickling sensation to his loins.
He turned to look at the pretty, dark-haired girl, and while his eyes played over her proud boobs, he crossed his hands in front of his body and pulled the tight shirt over his head and tossed it onto-the couch beside him.
"Where, here or in the bedroom?"
She smiled and he could see the approval in her eyes as she took in his wide shoulders and well-muscled torso. She moved closer, letting her fingers work lightly across the matted blond hair on his chest as he dropped his hands and unsnapped the clasp on the front of the jeans.
"You don't-waste any time, do you?"
He lifted his hands and slipped them under her arms,-working them around behind her until he had the hooks of her halter in his fingers. As his fingers worked at them she arched her back, making it easier for him to complete the task. In a second her hot nipples were tracing little trails through the hair on his chest. Sam hadn't been kidding when he said they were pointed; man, they stuck out there like pyramids jutting up out of the flat sands of Egypt.
"Baby, when I find something like you, I don't take any chances. Who knows, World War III might start any second, and this way I expect to be blowing off a few rockets of my own before I get it from some missile."
His hands slipped down the smooth S shape of her back, and under the top of the shorts to cup her smooth cheeks in his palms. His fingers moved and probed while his lips found hers, and he let his tongue break through the barrier of her teeth to. taste the sweetness of her lunging tongue.
Her hands found the open clasp of his jeans and dipped lower until she found the zipper. He matched her notch for notch, as his right hand urged the zipper down on her tight shorts, and then returned under to the back of her body and down, under her shorts and panties to join his other hand, which was ravishing the full, ripe flesh.
He lifted his lips from her hungry mouth and stepped back a few inches so he could push her shorts and panties down over her thighs and off her legs. When the rumpled shorts and panties landed in the corner where she had kicked them, her hands slipped into his pants and pushed them down and off his body. She stood looking at the massive tent formed in the front of his shorts and then began to tug them off slowly.
"I'm almost afraid to let that out of there. You're a real big one, aren't you?"
"Get them off and find out for yourself, baby."
There was really no need to urge her, and as the shorts slipped off his arousal, it swung up and out to greet her. She stopped for a second, putting her lips to its throbbing tip, and then she pushed the shorts the rest of the way down and let him kick them aside.
"In the bedroom, on the couch, on the floor, in the hall. I don't give a damn where you do it, but put that big brute into me in a hurry!"
Don laughed and dropped down to the deeply piled carpet, pulling her down on top of him. Her body squirmed passionately on top of him while his mouth worked on hers and his hands covered every inch of her delightfully curved body, rubbing, caressing, exploring, satisfying themselves in the satiny mounds of flesh.
Don rolled over on top of her so his hands could work on the front of her body easier. His palms began kneading the flesh of the firm pointed breasts, and then his fingers moved to roll and caress the swollen tips gently at first and then with more pressure. She was moaning and lifting her hips up to rub herself against his throbbing body.
"Now-Christ, give it to me. .all of it, now!"
Don lifted himself enough to enable her to guide him to the center of her wildly spread thighs. As warm flesh sought and found warm flesh, his hips lurched forward, driving his throbbing rod deeply within her. He gave her a few strokes, and then lifted his chest as high as possible without losing contact. Almost immediately the brunette lifted her legs in anticipation of what he had in mind. Don supported his weight on one hand and slipped the other arm across her leg so that her heel rested on his shoulder. He repeated the movement on the other side and a shudder of anticipation leaped through his veins as he felt her heels dig into his shoulders.
The brunette grabbed a handful of carpet in each fist and cried happily as Don moved forward, slowly bringing their bodies into full contact.
"Oh God, yes, I feel like I'm going to split right up the center."
Don pistoned his hips into her and he felt the delight rip through her body. He hammered at her in hard short strokes, vigorously smashing himself into her yielding flesh, keeping up a fantastic pace while she moaned and twisted her body against him.
"Ohhh God, oh ... oh.,.-ohhh!"
The position caused a better than average friction on his pistoning body, and when the spasms of release tore through her body she arched up even further, and his control was shot all to hell. He strained at every muscle as he poured his passion into her convulsing body, his hands squeezing her clenched buttocks as his hips churned against her.
Room seventy-nine ... blonde ... five ten ... real small waist ... fair boobs, .he slipped the paper back into his pocket and knocked lightly.
"Hi. I'm Don Sands, the lifeguard. I check with all. ."
She was wearing baby dolls-small ones-nice small ones-nice small blue ones-nice small sheer blue ones.
"You got me out of bed."
He smiled at her as she rubbed her eyes.
"Rough night?"
"No, just late. Now how about letting me get back to bed."
"Sure, I'll tuck you in myself."
She looked at him and he saw the smile forming as her eyes roved over his body. He returned the favor, taking his time and drawing out every ounce of excitement he could find in her almost fully revealed body. As he openly studied her, the small, brown nipples began to grow and he fought an urge to reach out and fondle them.
"Who and what did you say you were?"
He looked down at the blonde tufts of curly hair that showed through the bikini bottoms of the baby dolls and smiled.
"Does it make any difference?"
She looked over his body again and stood back to let him in.
"No, I guess not. C'mon in, the bedroom's through there."
Sam, I could kiss you right' now. . He followed her bouncing, dimpled little buttocks across the room and started to strip while she crawled back into the bed. Her eyes played over his body as he quickly exposed it to her, and he saw her hands slip into the panties and push them down and off. She lay back and spread her ankles until each one was hanging off one side of the bed, and then with her eyes riveted to his jerking erection, she began stroking herself.
"Mmmm this is going to be a nice way to wake up-I can see that."
"Don't worry, honey, you'll be wide awake by the time I get this into you."
He reached down in front of his body and stroked himself lovingly.
"Open up, baby, daddy's going to give you a toy to play with."
He expected to take longer this time, but the blonde was good. She woke up fast when she felt him slip into her moist softness, and her little ass bounced up viciously, claiming every thing he could give her.
She twisted, rotated, and gyrated, gleefully working little muscles deep inside, clutching and releasing his throbbing body as he drove at her steadily. Her head went back and her blonde hair covered the pillow below as she let out a shrill cry of ecstasy and shot her hips up to meet his hammering pelvis. She convulsed again and again, tightening and loosening her vise-like grip on his pulsing arousal, grabbing at him and pulling his flooding lust into her quaking body.
He rested on her for a second and then lifted himself up and out of her. She moaned satisfied little sounds as he pulled on his clothes, and then brought the covers up from the end of the bed and gently slipped them over her shaking boobs.
As he was walking through the door she curbed her hoarse breathing and raised herself up on her elbows.
"Just like that?"
"I've got a busy day planned, baby."
"I'm going back to sleep. Why don't you wake me up later? The door will be open."
Don turned and chuckled down at her.
"I'll keep that in mind, baby. You rest up and we'll see what kind of fun you can wake up to next time."
Lunch in the restaurant next, a big one, to keep him going for the rest of the day.
Room twelve ... brunette ... five eight ... average build, but tight, man real tight ... He stepped out of the restaurant and slipped the paper back into his shirt pocket. He was beginning to enjoy himself immensely, two down and two to go, and so far he hadn't even had time to think about Janice.
It was nice to have a list of sure-fire makes all lined up for the day. Without it, it would have taken him the whole day to get two of them, if he'd been lucky, and he'd probably get turned down by six during the time it took him to get two. This way there was very little chance of missing the boat. Sam knew what he was talking about.
He knocked on number twelve and smoothed the jeans down over his half aroused body. Might as well give her a good first impression, he thought, with a smile.
She was holding a drink in her right hand, and it looked as though it hadn't been her first one of the day by any stretch of the imagination.
"Oh, thank goodness, I thought you were my husband coming back for something."
"Hi, I'm Don Sa-"
"I don't care who the hell you are. Do you drink?"
"Yeah, do you screw?"
She looked up at him through booze-clouded eyes and then she looked him over and stood back from the door. "C'mon in!"
She was young, maybe twenty, and her body was firm but not too well stacked. She wasn't in the mood to hurry, and he had to settle for a drink before she would let him kiss her. He kept remembering Sam's words as he poured the strong drink into himself as quickly as he could.
Average build, but tight, man, real tight.
He finished the drink and put the empty glass on the table in front of the couch.
She looked at him drunkenly as he slipped across to where she was and put his lips on hers. Her mouth tasted .like straight whiskey, but that didn't hamper his searching tongue, and his hands worked over the front of her body, caressing her through the tight material of her close fitting summer dress.
His hand moved down to her knee and slowly worked back up her thigh, pulling the hem of the skirt along with it. He wasn't interested in her boobs; there wasn't enough there to get excited about and for what he had in mind, shoving her skirt up to her waist and pulling her panties off would be all that was necessary.
He folded the skirt over her hips and let his fingers move in small circles on her inner thighs, tantilizing the sensitive flesh. Her drink slipped out of her hand as his fingers traced a path down over the crotch of the black panties, and his hand grabbed, cupping the center of her passion gently. She didn't give the drink a second look as her arms went around his neck and she pulled his lips back down to hers.
As he kissed, he worked her panties down to her knees, and his hand returned to the junction of her thighs and began to explore. She was small and smooth, and his fingers dived into her, working at her until he felt the moistness he wanted and heard the little cries of lust urging him on.
He lifted himself off the couch and pulled her panties down and off, then he spread her legs and slipped between them, kneeling ready and anxious to find out just how tight she was. He guided himself to her and pushed gently. Man, she was tight, all right; he felt himself binding in her already. His hand moved along the couch until he found what he wanted and he pulled the pillow up and lifted her buttocks enough to slip it under.
She was moaning hysterically now, her fingers digging at his shoulders trying to pull him into her, but he knew he'd tear hell out of her if he didn't take his time. He got a start and began to move against her slowly, in short, shallow strokes. Inch by inch he accomplished the task. Christ, if he had been dying for it he never would have been able to hold himself back, and he would have left her in one hell of a mess.
He was halfway there now, and he felt her loosening up slightly as her hips began to rotate and pound up to meet his thrusts. He put on a little more pressure and held himself in while she bounced up to meet him eagerly, and she slowly but steadily drove his pulsing body into her tender flesh.
Tight, man, virgin country wasn't much tighter. It had been a long time since he'd felt this kind of friction surrounding him. He moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of complete and even pressure on all parts of his twitching anatomy, then he picked up her frenzied pace and began to slam himself into her unmercifully.
It should have taken him quite a while, but his body lost itself in the pleasure the complete friction gave him, and in a few minutes he was lashing his warmth into her shuddering body in violent bursts of ecstasy.
Room sixty-nine ... dark brown hair ... five four ... big tits with nice big nipples ... Don tossed the crumpled slip of paper into the ashtray and walked down the hall to number sixty-nine.
He couldn't help but smile as his eyes rested on the room number. He lifted his hand and knocked; he was anxious to see if Sam could call four in a row.
His disappointment must have been obvious to the maid that opened the door. She smiled at him and looked down at herself.
"Do I look that bad this morning?"
Don let his eyes rove over her baggy uniform.
"No, you look damn good, as a matter-of-fact. It was just that I wanted to see Miss...."
"Mrs. Landing?"
He had to smile at the grin she had on her face as she said it. This broad was no fool, and now that he-looked at her he had to admit that he hadn't been wrong when he told her that she looked damn good.
"Well, if you're here cleaning up, that means that she's out somewhere, right?"
"Yep, I'm afraid so."
"Maybe you could take her place if you're not too busy. How would you like to climb into bed with me?"
The smile faded from her face and she looked at him carefully.
"Boy, I've heard them talking about you, and you've got quite a reputation, but I didn't expect this."
"Make up your mind, yes or ho. You look like you'd make a damn good partner, and I feel like a good piece of tail."
She brushed her hands on her uniform and he could see the thought of making it with him was doing the right things for her. All he needed was her hesitation to assure himself that his time wouldn'the wasted and he moved inside the apartment and closed the door.
Sam would have been proud of the way he'd handled that; no Mrs. Landing so he'd make sure it wasn't a complete loss by putting the make on the maid. He'd have to remember to tell Sam about this one.
The maid looked up at him and he could see the indecision in her eyes.
"No, really, Mr. Sands, I can't just now. Maybe later, if you want. I've got all this work to...."
"Call me Don, honey. And I do want, I want right now."
He took her in his arms, and as his lips dropped onto hers he felt her resistance fade and she melted against him. He noticed she was a bit on the plump side once he got her out of the uniform, but he'd never complained about them being built for comfort before, and he wasn't going to start now. There wasn't much to it after having a tight one like the brown-haired chick, but when he was through, she went down on him and he let her finish him again that way.
It was good, a damn nice way to end the afternoon, watching the plump buttocks of the maid bounce and squirm in the mirror at the end of the bed while her head bobbed and her hair caressed his thighs.
He held back as long as he could, and by the time he pumped his pleasure into her, she was panting from the exertion, her big breasts heaving the hard brown tips up and out to him as she moved.
When she had finished he got up off the bed and patted her playfully on the full cheeks of her rump.
"Thanks, baby, I needed that. Drop by my room sometime and we'll take a little longer."
She smiled at him and watched him dress, her eyes taking in his strong well-
built body, and registering her admiration for his prowess as a lover.
Don stood waiting impatiently for the elevator doors to open. He was anxious to tell Sam about the encounters, and to thank him for setting them up for him.
Finally the elevator arrived at his floor and the big doors opened. Don restrained his impulse to slap Sam on the back and walked quietly to the back of the elevator while two women got out and started down the hall. When the door closed, blocking them from his sight,-he turned to Sam and smiled.
"Jeez, you can really pick them, buddy. Man, that was the wildest eight hours I've ever spent. It was just like finding out all over again that it can be used for something else besides emptying the old bladder."
"I'm beginning to regret having anything to do with it."
Don looked over at the big Negro and he didn't try to hide the expression of amazement on his face.
"Now what the hell is bugging you? A few hours ago everything-was great; now all of a sudden you say a miserable bloody thing like that. Come on, let's have it. Get it off your chest."
"I was talking to Shelly this afternoon. She's real shook up over you. Like I told you before, she and I are good friends, and when Tasked her what's been bugging her lately, she tells me. So like I told you before, if you let her down, let her down easy or else I'll break you in two."
"Look, buddy, it wasn't me who did the letting down, it was her. I like the chick, and I'd welcome her back in a second if she'd come, but she's been giving me the cold shoulder for the last couple of weeks."
"I don't really give a damn about that. She's not seeing you for some reason, and I know her well enough to know that she's more than likely right about whatever it is that you two don't agree on. I just don't like to see her hurt, and she's hurting bad over this one, real bad."
Don was torn by mixed emotions. For some reason he felt good all over to know that he meant enough to Shelly to get her this worked up over the separation, but he also felt anger towards the big Negro for cross-examining him on something that Don thought was none of his goddamned business. He liked Sam, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get mad enough to fight him, but on the other hand, he still couldn't dismiss what the big Negro said without challenging it.
"Well, Sam, I guess this means you break my back then, not that that will accomplish a damn thing."
Sam lifted his hand off the control and turned to face Don. He leaned against the wall and shook his head.
"No, it's not that easy any more. Youboth mean too damn much to me to try to settle anything that way. I just want you to think about it, that's all. She's a real 'nice girl, Don; there aren't many like her, and I just want you to realize how bloody lucky you are to have a girl like her care this much about you. I'd give my right arm to have her feel that way about me, but I guess that's the way it goes. You don't seem to give much of a damn and she falls for you; I think the world of her, and I know I haven't got a chance with her. But I'm satisfied just to have her for a good friend; just that makes me consider myself damn lucky. So just think about it, will you?"
Don smiled over at the big man, then he reached out and rested his hands on the material of the uniform that strained across the other man's wide shoulders.
"Sure, Sam, I'll think about it. Don't worry, I know she's pretty exceptional. It's just that I'm not quite ready for that kind of a girl yet; they have a habit of chaining a guy down and I'm not ready to settle for one broad yet."
"Okay, man, but I don't think it would do any harm to try and settle the feud with her."
"Sorry, Sam, I've got to handle this my own way. Besides I've already tried to bury the hatchet with her, but as you know, she's got a mind of her own, and until she's ready to make peace, there's bugger all I can do about it."
Sam opened the doors and switched the elevator over to automatic, then he waved Don out and pointed toward the bar.
"C'mon, let's go have a couple drinks and forget it I've been penned up in that bloody cell all day and a couple straight Scotches will do me good."
Don shook his head and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, turning him so that he faced down the hall.
"Hh-uh, it's too noisy in there. Let's go down .to my place. I've got some good Scotch and we can relax better. Besides I've got to tell you about how today went. I'm so screwed out I couldn't handle another broad if she spent an hour trying to get me ready. You sure can pick 'em boy; I'm going to recommend you to all my friends! In fact, I should set you up in business. How about Sam's Stray Sluts for a name? That would bring them running from all over the world."
Their laughter echoed through the halls as they walked together, joking good-
naturedly all the way to Don's apartment.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DON AND SAM KILLED MOST OF A BOTTLE OF Scotch before going to the restaurant for supper, and after the meal they had a couple more drinks to round the evening out. Sam left at seven, saying he had to do some investigating into virgin territory on the second floor. He had invited Don to come along and have a piece of the action, but Don just smiled and declined.
He was in a hurry to get back to the apartment and prepare for Janice's arrival, confident that he would be able to turn her down and in so doing, prove to both of them that she no longer had any hold on him.
Don had no intention of ending the affair with her. On the contrary, he wanted it to last as long as possible, but if he could resist her just once she wouldn't have him like putty in her hands and he would be able to turn the tables on her, taking the dominant role in the relationship. He was sure that she would want him even if she couldn't dominate him, and if he was right she would be begging for it as often as she could get it, and he wouldn't have to do anything more than make himself available.
For the first time since she had come up with this bloody scheme to knock Phil off Don felt good. He'd almost licked it, and he was sure that he'd have the will power to back it up to the end. There was absolutely no reason for him to need her for release; Christ, he'd pumped the well dry over and over throughout the day. No, he'd be able to take her or leave her, and that's all it would, take to put him back into the driver's seat.
He showered as soon as he got back in the apartment, then he slipped on clean shorts and poured himself a drink before going out onto the sundeck and stretching out on one of the big cots. The evening breeze felt good as it drifted lazily across his near nude body, evaporating the light film of sweat that had formed on his body since he'd climbed out of the shower.
He was cool enough to relax for the first time that day, and he closed his eyes and sank into the luxury of the padded lounge. He sipped the drink slowly, and almost regretfully got up to fill the glass when he'd drained it. He walked back out onto the deck with a refill and went over to the railing and rested against it, taking a deep breath of the cool air.
He watched the trees swaying gently in the breeze and then looked down below at the pool. The water looked calm and peaceful below him, and he smiled when he thought of all the hot babes that had been in it since he'd come to the resort. Christ, by all rights, the pool should be boiling after being submitted to all that hot flesh.
He raised his eyes from the slight ripples the breeze was causing in the pool and looked around at the other windows that opened onto the pool. He expected to see some movement in one or two of the big windows, but there was none. Phil had said they were the most popular apartments and usually the first to go, yet they all seemed empty. Janice probably had them all reserved for a convention next week or something. She always liked to get groups into the resort because they always stayed for a definite period and she could count on a certain amount of money before they left. Not that she had much to worry about; he'd seen at least a dozen cars turned away from the front while he was eating with Sam.
He took another deep breath of the cool fresh air and went back to the lounge. Before collapsing back into the comfort of the foam padding to wait for Janice, he glanced at his watch. Nine-thirty. She wouldn't be much longer now.
Don was halfway through the second drink when he heard the door open behind him. He knew that she would see him as soon as she entered the room, so he didn't bother moving off the couch. His eyes were closed and he followed her progress with his ears. There was no sound as she crossed the deeply piled carpet, but he heard her shoes on the deck, and when they stopped he recognized the noise of the big glass door rolling closed.
He felt her lips on his, the weight of her full mounds resting on his chest, and then the smooth length of her body as she settled on top of his. He was about to be put to the test, and he hadn't really intended to let her go this far before he told her what he wanted to say. But he was still sure he could reject her at will, so his teeth parted at the insistent urging of her tongue, and he felt it lash out to meet his.
Her hand slipped down his side and slid under the waistband of his shorts, then slowly worked across the front of his body, her fingers tracing hot little paths over his lower belly. Then they worked through the thick hair to their goal.
She cupped and she caressed and she played, but Don maintained his control and held his body in its relaxed state. Her lips worked on his, hotly, tongue and teeth darting from one side to the other. Then he felt the weight of her breasts shifting and twisting on his chest as her hand worked at him. He thought he'd had it, but just in time she lifted herself off his body, and when he opened his eyes she was leaning against the railing with her back to him.
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He just looked, his eyes working from the top down and then from the buttom up, back and forth.
The shorts were white, and he could tell at a glance that the flesh-tight clothes weren't hampered by panties. There wouldn't have been any room to get the panties between her skin and the shorts anyway; they were so tight it looked like she had grown into them.
Don had seen shorts before, and it took a little something extra to get him worked up, even over a pair of skin tight ones. Well, these were a little different, all right. They were short for a starter; he could see little tufts of blonde hair shining in the evening sun as they poked out from below the crotch of the shorts. That's how short. But even that wasn't what got to him; it was the top of the straining material that did it.
The waistband didn't go straight like most shorts. It "V'd" from the hips-well, not really the hips, because even on the sides the waistband was a good inch lower than her hips-but on the sides it was high, and then as you followed the band across her firm buttocks it made a real deep V. Most of the valley between her full cheeks was wide open for inspection, covered only by a crossed lacing that stopped the shorts from slipping right off.
Let's face it, the shorts revealed more than they covered of her jutting buttocks but by showing so much and yet hiding enough, they did more to entice him than if she'd been nude. A flush of anger came over Don as he looked down at his shorts. Christ, he could raise a tent faster than a circus setting up shop. He didn't look down at himself for long though; in a second his eyes went back to the sights Janice had left revealed to him.
She had a blouse on, but it only came halfway down her back and he didn't need to wonder what was underneath it. There couldn't be anything but Janice, because it was made out of a fishnet material, and no fish would have been caught in it because the mesh was big. Each little square of well-tanned skin was at least an inch in area.
His eyes stayed on her, roving up and down. He didn't even try to fight the feeling that roamed through his body; he wanted one thing more than anything else in the world right now. He wanted Janice to turn around and face him.
She was making him wait, knowing that his eyes would be riveted on what she was exposingand yet not exposing to his hungry gaze. He knew it and it made him furious, but nothing could deter him from keeping his eyes glued, waiting for her to turn around.
She did it slowly, pretending to be looking around at the apartments around her. She didn't fool herself or Don, but then that wasn't important. By turning slowly she was accomplishing what she wanted, and by the time she was finally fully facing him, Don's tongue was moving over his dry lips and the shorts had long before given up trying to stop his massive arousal from completing the task of readiness.
His eyes jerked back and forth from the blouse to the shorts. Her nipples stuck out at him, beckoning through the netting, alive with lust and swollen to a full half inch of pulsing firmness. At any other time Don would have been more than happy to watch the tips as they rose and fell on the heaving mounds beneath the netting, but in this case the shorts had an equal, if not greater, drawing power.
An identical V left the front of her-body open to inspection and the effect was sensuous beyond belief. No matter where his eyes started on the exposed area they were automatically drawn down the walls of the V to the point, and there, exposed to his view, was an offer that couldn't be refused.
Enough, just enough of it was visible through the soft blonde curls-more than enough to force him to gently move the point of the V downward and claim the reward it so blatantly advertised.
Don stood up and pulled his shorts away from the m front of his body, no longer able to stand the strain of having his throbbing manhood cramped by the straining underwear. He pulled his pulsing arousal up against his belly and let the shorts snap back against it. Janice looked at him and smiled, then she crossed over to the couch beside him where she'd thrown her robe.
"You're showing, baby. Why don't you come over here and put it where it belongs?"
He looked down at the front of his body and he had to smile; there was a good handful sticking up over the waistband of his shorts.
When he looked back over at her, he found himself looking between her widely spread knees, watching her hand as it busily worked at the bottom of the V while her buttocks twisted all over the edge of the lounge. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed, her face a mask of passion as she manipulated herself.
There was no decision to make, no thinking of any kind required. He stripped the shorts off as quickly as he could and crossed over to her, his readiness swaying like a telephone pole in a storm.
Don's hands worked at the lacing that held the shorts together at the top, and while he shoved them down her writhing legs, she pulled the blouse over her head and cupped her breasts in her palms, holding them out to his eager mouth.
He was kneeling between her legs now, and as he kissed the swollen, throbbing tips she held out to him, his hands found the soft warmth of her inner thighs and began to move. One worked on her silky warm skin, circling, massaging, and the other drove through the blondeness to touch the boiling moistness beyond.
She groaned as his hands and mouth worked at her willing flesh, tasting and feeling the lust that filled her body. Almost immediately he felt her opening and closing on his hand as. she pushed one breast into his mouth and the other against his cheek.
Don lifted her off the lounge and sat down with one leg on each side of the mattress, his thighs widely spread and his prick jerking impatiently between them. She immediately climbed up the end of the lounge and he firmly but gently turned her around, so her back was facing him, and then urged her quivering body back into his lap.
Don lifted her legs up as she slipped back against him, and she dropped them over the side of the lounge, resting them on top of his. She leaned forward slightly and Don reached down and encircled himself, guiding as she forced her body down on his throbbing rod and finally rested her buttocks in his lap.
Don's hands went around under her arms to her breasts, as Janice bent her arms around behind her until she could rest her hands against his chest, giving her the support she needed to allow her free movement. She began to bounce on him, gently at first, and then as she felt him driving deep inside her, she began to ride him as though he was a runaway horse.
Don hung onto the grapfruit shaped mounds of her breasts as she rose and fell on him, up and down in a never-ending joy ride. His fingers tweaked and rolled and caressed and squeezed her swollen tips as she lifted herself, then hammered back down onto his pulsing manhood.
His teeth sunk into her arm as he felt himself plunging deliriously over the top, his hips driving the column of hardened flesh as far into her settling body as he could in a frenzy of mad, passionate bursts of warmth.
He felt her body tighten at the first gush of his pleasure, and then she shuddered suddenly, and her clenched teeth opened in an ecstasy-filled cry that echoed off the surrounding walls. Still quivering spasmodically, she settled back on him, soft murmurs and moans of pleasure gurgling from her open mouth.
Much much later Don went back inside and returned with two drinks and his smokes and lighter. They didn't talk as he lit the cigarettes and handed her one, and then returned and settled back into the lounge he'd been peacefully resting in before she'd arrived. Don had lost, and as the afterglow of pleasure slipped from his body, the truth of what had just happened stood out in his mind, draining him of what pleasure was left. He looked over at her, hating her and loving her at the same time as she smiled back at him and raised the drink to her lips.
"I'll have your decision now, if you don't mind."
Don looked at the smile and hated her with a hate stronger than he'd ever dreamed possible, but it was useless to try to hate her and he knew it. He wanted her now more than he'd ever wanted her before, and he'd go on wanting her until one of them was dead.
"How about it?"
Don picked up the drink from the deck beside him and drank it down. It didn't help, and he hadn't really expected it to. He lifted his eyes to her again as he dropped the glass back to the deck.
"You've just had it."
Her smile broadened and she slipped up off the lounge and covered her flushed curves with the robe.
"Don't look so unhappy, honey. I'm worth it; we both know that, don't we? Have another drink if it'll help, but stop looking at me as if I were some kind of a monster. You want me. There's nothing unusual about that, so forget everything else and enjoy me. What I'm asking will only take an hour or so, and then it'll be all over and you can do it to me as often as you like."
Don vaulted off the lounge and bent down to pick up his overturned glass. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with loathing.
"You're a bitch, Janice, a bitch with a capital B. Yes, you're right, I want to screw you. But let's get one thing out in the open right now, I want your body, but I hate your guts. You've got nothing to offer me but your body, baby, nothing but a sex machine."
She laughed and took another drink and just as he went through the glass door for a refill he heard her mocking words.
"That's all I've ever had, loverboy, and so far I've got everything I wanted, and all it cost me was a piece of tail."
Don brought the bottle with the glass and poured himself one before sitting down on the lounge. His hand was shaking as he poured and he tried to steady it. He knew it was more out of anger than fear, but this didn't comfort him one bit.
"I'll tell you, baby, this is going to cost you more than one piece of tail. I'm a big boy and I take to it like a duck to water. By the time I get through with you, you're not even going to be able to walk. I'll leave you so raw down there that you'll spend the rest of your life in bed."
He could see the flash of challenge flicker through her eyes as she sat up on the edge of the lounge and stretched.
"I've heard that before, lover, and in the end it wasn't me who spent the time in bed, it was the big strong he-man who thought he could tire me out. It's just like blowing my nose if I don't want to get involved, lover, and remember your biology; when a male wants it he has to rise up and produce, but all the female has to do is open her legs and wait."
"All right, you bitch. Let's forget the niceties and get this over with. How the hell do I fit into your little murder scheme?"
He could sense the pride in her voice as she started to speak and it sickened him. The bitch was actually enjoying every second of it.
"You're going to love this, honey. It's simplicity itself. First, Phil gets a few extra sleeping pills tomorrow night; not enough to kill him, just enough to numb his senses so we can get him down to the pool. Once we get him that far he'll never make it out once we drop him in even if the water revives him.
"When I'm sure he's out cold, we'll take him down to the pool and drop him in. Finish, end. No more Phil. It'll be an accident; he went swimming when he was plastered and drowned, that's all there is to it. You don't have to worry about anyone seeing us at the pool because I didn't let any guests have the rooms that open onto the pool. Yours is the only one in the resort that's occupied and has a view of the pool."
"What if someone sees us dragging him down the hall?"
She smiled over at him and he got the feeling that she had him pegged for a pet dog.
"Don't you worry your cute little head about anything like that. I've been planning this for a long time, and I've made allowances for every thing that could possibly happen."
"I don't see where I've got much choice, so have it any way you like. As a matter-of-fact, the less I know about it the better I'm going to like it."
"Don't worry, honey, I'll make you forget all about it. Just leave it up to me."
She stood up in front of him and slipped the robe off her shoulders, letting it hang for a second on the rise of her belly, and then dropping it to the floor.
"Now for being such a good boy, I'm going to help you forget, the only way a woman can. I'll be in the bed when you're ready."
His mind was a complete blank, nothing in it but those beautiful, bold orbs with the firm tips and that softly rounded belly and those flaring hips and those firm thighs and those....
Don lifted himself off the couch and started toward the bedroom. He was being drawn to the sensuous perfection of her body like iron filings to a magnet, and no power on earth was strong enough to stop the automatic movement of his feet across the carpet and into the bedroom.
She was standing at the bar, filling a bowl with ice cubes as he entered, and she lifted her dripping fingers to indicate the bed.
"You go over and lie down; I'll be with you in a second. If I touched you with these cold hands you'd shrivel up like a prune."
She walked over to the bed and set the bowl of ice cubes on the table beside it. Don watched the velvet smooth curve of her buttocks as she walked through the door into the bathroom, and then dropped to the bed and stretched out on his back, resting his head on one of the big comfortable pillows.
She came back in a few minutes and dropped a washcloth into the half-melted ice cubes, then she sat on the edge of the bed and he felt her fingers on his ankles, massaging gently as they worked up his legs in slow, lazy circles.
"Shut your eyes and relax. This will take a long time, but you won't have to do anything but enjoy it."
He did as she asked, and as his eyelids slipped into place, the soft light from overhead was blotted out. He felt all the tension slipping from his body under the practiced manipulations of her fingers.
She had covered all of his body except the danger area that was now pulsing and erect from the sensations that crept deliciously through his body, and the suspense that was building up in him was almost unbearable. First one hand would work in small teasing circles on his belly, then it would slip down almost far enough, only to return again to the knotted muscles of his belly. The other hand would be on his chest, then he would feel it leave, only to sense the light, tantilizing pressure on the sensitive skin on his inner thighs.
He was worked higher and higher up the sensual plane until his labored breathing and the rhythmic jerking of his throbbing arousal pushed her to the goal that he felt couldn't come fast enough.
The hand on his belly dipped again, but this time it stroked his twitching shaft lightly along its upper length, over the end, and back along the underside. Twice more he felt the excruciating pleasure of her experienced fingers cover the stiff rod, sending little shocks of flame through his feverish body, then the fingers encircled and held him firmly while the other hand moved up further on his inner thigh and stroked just below the first hand, separating the sources of his passion, encircling one then the other, in soft squeezing motions that he felt echoed throughout his body in tightening muscle spasms of pleasure.
The first hand joined the other between his thighs, and each began to concentrate on one tender sphere, while he felt her hair gently brush over his belly, and then he felt her lips as they circumnavigated and kissed him. Her hands gently rolled back and forth as her head sank lower, and he felt her tongue slipping over and around, lolling, testing, pressing.
Due to the several acts during the day and the fact that he'd just finished with her on the sundeck, it took a long time for him to hit the peak. The pleasure that filled him as her head lifted and fell above him was immense, and he felt like his veins would burst from the boiling blood that thundered through his quivering body.
Finally he felt the detonating point approaching, and his hips lifted off the sheets to meet her diving head, trying to let her mouth achieve even more than it worked on now, if it was possible. Her hands stopped their cupping, squeezing motion and left his body, and he regretted losing the warmth. But just as his body jolted the first of his convulsing pleasure up to her, he felt the icy washcloth where the hands had been and a surge of absolute animal satisfaction tore through his body, leaving his mind struggling against losing control of his senses. He lost the struggle quickly, and as his hips thudded up to her, pouring his passion forth in a river of molten fury, he lost consciousness and was buried by a feeling of absolute completion that he'd never before experienced.
His body shook, convulsed, tossed, tumbled and churned through a century of sensual relief, and her lips and hands didn't leave him until he was an immobile mass of panting unconsciousness.
Slowly he felt himself coming back to reality and he fought it with everything he had, trying to hold onto the fantastic feeling that was drifting out of his body.
When he finally realized that he couldn't hang onto it any longer he opened his eyes and smiled over at her. He must have been out for quite a while, because she had slipped back into her shorts and blouse and was just pulling the robe over her shoulders.
"You're a nymph, baby. As long as you can do things like that you'll be on top of the world. I only wish 'I could have been the guy that gave you all the practice that it needs to do it so well. That lucky bastard must have had you down on him every night for a year."
She looked over at his lax figure on the bed and smiled, then let her tongue roll out and slip around her sensuous lips.
"You never get so good at something that a little practice can't improve it. Stick with me, my handsome stud, and I'll do that for you every night of your life."
Don laughed and lifted his hand to his head, brushing back a curly blond lock that had fallen over his sweat-covered brow.
"I don't think I'd live too long if you did that to me every night, baby. I was pretty close to heaven this time, and if you improve with practice, I think you could probably knock me off with an act like that. You're good, baby, real good. I haven't felt like that since my English teacher opened my fly and dropped on me when I was giving her a ride home from school, and that was a long way back."
"If you passed out then like you did this time, you would have wrecked the car."
Don laughed and lifted himself off the bed. He stood looking across at her for a second, and then crossed over to her and dropped his lips to hers. There was no lust in the kiss; he was far from ready for another tumble with her. All that passed was his thanks for what she had just done. She stepped back and started through the door.
"I didn't take the chance on having something spoil what she was doing, baby; I parked the car and she finished me on the side of the road."
Janice smiled for a second, and then a look of seriousness covered her face.
"Come down to the apartment at four in the morning. I gave Phil the extra pills before I left."
Don looked at her in amazement for a second, then he sat on the edge of the bed.
"You were awfully sure of yourself, weren't you?"
She looked over at him and the smile returned.
"Let's just say that I was sure of you, lover. We hit the peaks real nice together, and I was sure you weren't prepared to give me up."
When Don didn't answer she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him there, his eyes staring blankly at a spot on the carpet. Just like a trained seal, .she gave the orders, then he got his reward. He smashed one closed fist into his open hand and called out after her, but she had already gone.
"Bitch! You goddamned whoring bitch...."
The words bounced harmlessly off the walls around him, and he leaned backward, letting his weight fall on the bed.
He felt like a puppet on a string, like so many guys he'd seen dragged around by some nagging wife. All his life he had detested men who let a woman run their lives, men who gave up the obvious physical superiority and let a woman browbeat them.
Janice didn't nag, and she paid well for his favors, but in essence he was part of the same breed of gutless man that bows to a woman's whims. And what did she have for him-sex, nothing else-something that he had always had plenty of, something that he had used to get what he wanted out of women. And now he was groveling on his hands and knees to this broad so he could get her into bed with him.
The entire thought revolted him, and he vaulted off the bed and crossed over to the dresser, pulling open the drawer as he reached it. To hell with them all, he'd get the hell out of the place while he could.
His hands slipped off the shorts he had just about pulled out of the drawer and rested on the edges. It was too late and he knew it. He wanted this broad, he wanted her with a passion he'd never felt before. It was as though she had him under some kind of a spell, and she did really, the spell of her animal screwing, and absolute desire for the pleasure a woman could give a man and its rewards.
His hands were still resting on the open drawer, and he raised his eyes from the shorts and looked in the mirror in front of him. He asked the question, knowing full well that his own image didn't have the answer.
"Why me? Why now?"
He stepped back from the dresser and slammed the drawer back into place with enough violence to shake the mirror and distort his reflection, then he crossed over to the bar and reached into the cupboard for a full bottle of Scotch. His hands found the ice cubes that were left from the now-forgotten love play and he dropped some into a glass, then picked it up and carried the booze out into the other room and through the glass doors to the sundeck.
As he poured the first glassful a sudden coldness crept over his body. He was nude, but the chill had nothing to do with the temperature; the evening was an exceptionally warm one. The coolness was his final acceptance of the fact that he would willingly go through with her plan. He had weighed both sides, and he knew that he was ready to finish Phil off for the prizes that would be his.
CHAPTER TWELVE
IT WAS THREE O'CLOCK WHEN DON FINALLY GAVE up trying to sleep and climbed out from between the sweat-soaked sheets. It was hot, but he knew the wetness wasn't due entirely to the heat. He glanced over at the empty bottle of Scotch and realized that he should be drunk, but he was perfectly sober.
He had to stop thinking about it. He'd agreed to go through with it, and he would. It was too late to change his mind now, even if he wanted to. Why shouldn't he? If he did, he would have everything he'd ever wanted, including Janice as often as he wanted. It wasn't as though he would be killing Phil. After all, if it hadn't been for him pulling Phil out of the river he'd have been dead a long time ago. He had given Phil a little more time, and now he was going to end it.
He wiped the thoughts from his mind, trying to concentrate on what he had to do to carry out his part of the plan. He reached over and shut the alarm off. He wouldn't be needing it now. His mind went blank as he tried to work it out. He didn't have to think about it. It was all very simple so he let his brain rest and began pulling on his clothes.
Don left his apartment twenty minutes early, but it didn't matter. Janice would have everything ready. She would have Phil fast asleep and the time that Don dropped him into the pool wouldn't make any difference to the result.
He did have to be careful about being seen in the hallways though, and he was careful not to make any noise as he moved down the carpeted stairs and hallways to Phil's apartment. He found the door open as prearranged and walked in, shutting it quietly behind him.
Janice was sitting on the couch facing the door, and it was obvious that the tugs of conscience that Don was feeling weren't shared by her. She gave him a big smile and hurried across the room, throwing her arms around his neck. Don kissed her, and his need for her became apparent as he felt the heat moving towards his loins. For the first time he was afraid of his feeling that was overcoming him. When he was with Janice, he was in her power, and he knew it but was helpless to fight it. He drew her close and tried to kiss her, but she pulled away.
"Not now, honey. We've got more important things to do. We'll have plenty of time for that when we've finished the job. You're early, but it doesn't matter. C'mon, he's sleeping like a baby, the unsuspecting fool."
Don followed her into the bedroom and she helped him pull Phil out of the bed and rest him on Don's shoulder. Don had felt the weight of this man once before in this position. That day on the bank of the river he had carried Phil's half-
dead body the same way. The thought of it almost made him stop and put Phil back into the bed.
Janice saw his hesitation and leaned forward, brushing his lips with hers.
"Don't get cold feet now, darling. We're too close to having the world at our feet."
Don felt the pressure of her full breast against his chest, and the fight left him again. He was willing to do anything for this woman and she knew it.
He hauled the dead weight through the bedroom door and started across the living room with it. Phil was snoring happily, oblivious to what was going on around him. Janice put her hand on the doorknob, hesitated a second, and then walked back to the bar.
"I almost forgot these. This way if someone walks in on us while we're finishing the job, they'll smell the booze on us. We can pretend we're drunk and just going for a swim together.".
Don nodded and took the glass from her hand. He put it up to his lips and drank it down in one gulp, happy to have the chance to get the alcohol into his bloodstream to help him forget what he was about to do.
Janice opened the door and looked out into the hallway to see if the coast was clear. She motioned him out with her hand and Don lifted the weight solidly on his shoulder and moved through the door.
They moved quickly, covering the distance as fast as they could without making any unusual noise. Janice pulled the key to the pool door out of her purse and slipped it into the lock. She had trouble opening it in her excitement and Don felt a tingling sensation of panic shoot up his spine as he waited for her to open it up. Finally the lock clicked and they hurried inside and closed the door.
Janice went out into the open area of the pool and looked around at the windows that opened onto it. Don watched her and waited for her to signal him to bring Phil forward. He wished she would hurry so he could get it over with.
Janice had told him that she had made sure that all the inside apartments were empty for the last week in preparation for this night. She had been that sure that she could get Don to help her in her plan to dispose of Phil. Don watched her look from window to window, carefully. When she had satisfied herself that there were no curious eyes looking out on the pool below, she waved Don ahead and he started to move with the still snoring body.
They were hurrying now, and as Don dropped the body on the edge of the pool his ears barely heard a click behind them. He listened for a second; then dismissed it as the building settling after the hot day. Janice turned to Don and motioned him to push the sleeping form into the water, but he didn't move. He looked up at her, the conflict that was going on inside of him apparent to her.
"I can't do it-, Janice. I just can't."
She crossed over to him and he couldn't keep his eyes off the hatred that filled her face.
"Christ, all this way and you want to back out."
"No! For God's sake, don't do it."
She pushed him back and dropped to her knees. He watched her as she began to push the body toward the water. He tried to move, but his reactions were slow. He strained to make himself stop her, but he seemed to be moving in slow motion.
His hand found her shoulder and began pulling her back, but it was too late. Phil's drugged form splashed into the pool and rolled over on its front.
As the body began to sink slowly, Don realized what was slowing him down, and his fingers loosened on the shoulder. Janice turned around and a cruel smile formed on her lips.
"Yes, you fool! I drugged your drink! You didn't really think I'd share this with you, did you? I built it up. Why should you benefit from it? No, you're going to join Phil, Don. There will be two bodies discovered in the morning, not one."
Don tried to tighten the grip he had on her but it was no use. He was slipping into unconsciousness and he only faintly heard Janice's chuckle as he slowly collapsed to the cement. He could feel her pushing his useless body toward the water, but he was powerless to stop her. Then he felt himself falling, and then the cold water covered his body and spilled into his open mouth.
Janice was so engrossed in watching the two bodies floating in the pool that she didn't see Shelly until her fully clothed body dove into the water beside her. Shelly swam strongly, working her way toward Don's choking body.
It took all the strength she could muster to drag him back to the ladder and pull him out. She dropped him onto the cement and was about to dive into the water again to drag out Phil when she saw that he was beyond help. She fell to her knees beside Don and began mouth to mouth resusitation. In a few seconds she rested her tired body back on her ankles and smiled.
Don was breathing easily, a happy smile playing over his lips. He would be all right now, as soon as the drug wore off.
Shelly looked around, but Janice was nowhere in sight. She smiled and walked over to the wall, and pulled the phone off the hook. No matter how far she ran, they'd catch her. She hadn't been prepared to run and it wouldn't take them long to find her.
Don opened his eyes slowly, afraid to wake up. He didn't move, but he immediately recognized the ceiling over the bed. He was in his own apartment. Slowly his mind cleared and he remembered what had happened-that is, everything up until he hit the water.
His ears picked up a strange male voice and immediately realized Shelly's was the other. He remained still and listened.
"That should be all for now, Miss Landers. We'd like to talk to him when he's up to it, of course, but I think this just about wraps it up."
The voices faded away and in a few seconds Don heard the door shut. He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't cooperate, and he fell back on the bed. Shelly walked in just as his body sank back into the soft mattress.
"How do you feel?"
"Lousy. At first I thought I was dead. Now I wish I was."
"A lot of thanks I get for saving your life." Don managed to raise his head and tried to smile at her. She crossed over to him and propped the pillows up better; then sat on the edge of the bed.
Don looked at her and smiled again. He'd never, appreciated the beautiful girl who sat beside him before, but suddenly he knew she deserved a lot more consideration than he'd given her.
"I'm sorry. How about filling me in on the details. The last thing I remember was choking back more water than I've drunk in all my life."
"Well, my apartment overlooks the pool, as you well know. I saw you drag Phil out to the pool, and I thought you were all drunk. So I came down to make sure you didn't all drown."
"How did you get in?"
"Somebody left the door open in their haste. I didn't come all the way in. when I heard you talking and realized you weren't drunk. I was halfway out the door when you yelled at her not to push him in. I came back just as she was pushing you over the edge, and went in and pulled you out. And here we are."
"Did you get Phil in time?"
"No. I'm afraid I was too late."
"What happened to Janice?"
Shelly stood up and walked across the room. She didn't turn around to face him as she spoke. "Do you still care?"
"Yes. But only because she's crazy, and might try to kill someone else."
Shelly turned and crossed back to him. There was a smile on her face as she sat down again.
"They caught up to her on the freeway and she tried to get away. Her car rolled over three times and burst into flames. There wasn't enough left to bury."
"Christ! Everything she worked for, and she'll never get it."
"No. It's yours now. As Phil's partner and beneficiary after Janice, you'll get it all."
"I can't take it. I was going to help her at first, you know."
"I guessed that much, but it doesn't really matter. You wouldn't go through with it. In fact, you did your best to stop her. If the police ask you to tell them about it, say that you all got drunk in Phil's apartment and decided to go for a swim. Tell them it was Janice's idea. They know you were both drugged, and that's the way they've got it figured. I told them exactly that, and you wouldn't want them to know. I was a liar, would you?"
Don looked up into the beautiful face and his hand found hers.
"No, but I still don't think it would be right for me to take it."
"She tried to kill you. You deserve something for that, and there's no reason why you shouldn't take what's rightfully yours. Phil wanted it this way or he wouldn't have made you his second choice as beneficiary. Now, I don't want to hear any more about it. It's settled."
Her lips were on his and Don felt the strength coming back into his body. He tried to pull her down onto the bed beside him, but he was too weak. She stood up beside the bed and smiled.
"I love you, Don Sands."
"I love you, Shelly Landers. Now get those clothes off and get into this bed."
"No. You've got to get some rest."
"If you don't, I'll get out of here and rape you, so help me. I promise to go to sleep if you get in here beside me. That way I'll know that when I wake up you'll be available."
"You forget that I'm a waitress around here. I'm supposed to be working right now."
Don patted the bed beside him and smiled.
"As of now, you're fired as a waitress. I'll even go further than that. If you climb in here, I'll marry you tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure that I'm what you want?"
"I said it, didn't I? Now stop asking questions and get out of those clothes. I meant what I said; if you don't, I'll climb right out of here and strip you myself."
"Well, we were doing pretty well together before, and all it took to upset the wagon was that blonde bitch. You said yourself that you were ready to help her get rid of Phil so you could have her. It seems to me that you must have been pretty pleased with her to go that far. Are you sure that you won't want someone else like her again?"
Don groaned and smiled at her.
"Good Christ, one like her in a lifetime is one too many. Okay, I admit she had something going for her, that made me ready to toss everything just for a chance to climb into her but I know what it was now, and it just isn't that important. In fact, now that I know what it is, I don't ever want it again."
Shelly settled down on the bed beside him, her well-shaped legs crossed and dangled over the side of the bed.
"Just for the sake of soothing my ego, just what was it about her that you found more fun than what I was doing for you."
"I doubt if you'd understand if I told you."
She gave him an angry glance and stepped off the bed, her firm breasts bouncing beneath the material as she hit the floor. Don looked up at her face and smiled.
"Hey, you look real good when you're mad. How about getting out of those clothes V
"I'm going to drag you back to the pool and throw you in again if you don't tell me what she had that I didn't."
Don was enjoying himself now; he liked having Shelly feel jealous about Janice and he was ready to play it for all it was worth.
"I told you, you wouldn't understand. You'd have to be a man to know the feeling that she gave me."
She reached over and grabbed his arm playfully, tugging and pretending to try and pull him out of the bed.
"This is your last chance. Tell me, or it's back to the pool, and I'll hold you under myself."
He pulled his arm free of her grasp and smiled at her.
"Hey, you'd better quit that. I'm an invalid, you know."
"You're going to be a dead one if you're not careful."
"Okay, okay. I'll try and explain it to you."
He patted the bed, but she shook her head and stood her ground. Don shrugged his shoulders and reached over to the table, and pulled a cigarette rut of the pack. She waited patiently with her hands on her hips while he lit it and took a deep drag.
"When a guy gives it to a broad, he usually wants one thing mainly, and that's all the pleasure he can get out of her body. Then as he grows up a bit and becomes a little more mature, he switches over, and while trying to get all the pleasure he can, he takes the time and energy to give the broad a good time too. He does this, because he's found out from experience that giving the broad a good time will accomplish two things. First of all, the broad will give him more pleasure, simply because she lets herself go and enjoys it to the full, and secondly, she'll want to climb into the sack with him again for some more of the same later on. You follow me so far?"
"Yes, there's nothing too complicated about that."
"Okay. That's the way a guy feels. Now let's look at the other side of the coin. A broad usually loses her head unless she's had it so much it's like eating an apple, and when she loses her head, old Mother Nature takes over and things just come naturally. Well, that's how Janice was different She didn't get much out of it herself, but she faked enough to make the guy think he was a stallion, and at the same time she kept control of everything, andbecause of that missed no opportunity to give her partner a thrill. That's what she had that you don't, baby."
"It sounds like it's worth learning."
"Nope, don't you believe it, baby. Eventually a guy wants to go back to the old way where he knows he's giving the broad a real balling, because that's what gives him the best fun-driving abroad wild does more for a guy than having her drive him wild, because he can't help but get caught up in her frenzy and go the route with her."
The worried look that had been on her face while he talked slipped away, and he was treated to one of her flashing smiles. She dropped her hands from her hips and started to walk across to the bed.
"Do you really want to marry me, or do you just want me to get into bed with you?"
"The first thing you're going to have to learn as my wife is to do what you're told. Now get in here before I tan that sexy little rump of yours."
Shelly leaned down and kissed him, and then her hands went to the fastening of her uniform. Don watched her strip the clothes off her body and suddenly felt that sleep wasn't necessary. Shelly was what he needed, and lots of her.
She pulled back the covers and looked down at his nude body.
"Don, you promised to go to sleep. Look at you."
Her hand rested on his throbbing arousal. He smiled weakly and patted the bed again.
"I'll go to sleep right after, I promise."
Shelly smiled and shrugged her shoulders. As she moved into his waiting arms he felt the fever building up in her body. She was ready, and Don had a feeling that she wouldn't have let him go to sleep anyway....
