"Do you really have to leave?" asked Michelle in a sexy French accent, twisting her sensuous lips into a charming little pout. Her velvety soft cheek was pillowed against Ian's naked chest, and she was tracing seductive little patterns on his skin with one long pink fingernail.
"I'm afraid I do, darling," Ian replied, running his hands through the thick lushness of her hair. He glanced down to voluptuous cleavage, just barely held in check by an elegant black cocktail dress. It was so low-cut that the neckline plunged nearly to her navel, and every time she took a deep breath, her breasts swelled up and nearly popped out
"Oh, but Ian," Michelle wailed, "you're always leaving, and just at the wrong time too! My husband is away for a whole week and just think what we could do together now." She snuggled up closer and her velvety pink tongue lashed out and lapped wickedly, enticingly at his nipples.
Ian laughed. "Are you sure Henri is away, my sweet minx?''
"Angel, would I lie to you?" Michelle purred, darting a mischievous look up at him with her sparkling green eyes.
"Probably," Ian grinned, and then grabbed one of her tits possessively in his strong hand.
"Oooo, merder Michelle shrieked, jumping sky-high from the sudden jolts of erotic sensation in her tit Then he grabbed her to him, yanked her head up, and gave her a long and tantalizing loss. He grinned silently to himself, knowing that he had a fantastic night ahead of him. Michelle was his favorite broad in all of Paris, and she was perfect for his one last fling before hitting the road again.
He released Michelle, and she immediately began working him over in her own skilled fashion. Her wet lips travelled over his cheeks, his forehead, his eyes, then dipped down to nibble and lick teasingly at his neck. He sighed and lay back against the garden lounge chair where they were sitting, happy to relax and just let her serve him as she desired. He glanced over at the other end of the elegant, candlelit garden where his partner and sidekick in crime was skillfully peeling the clothes off of a big-breasted blonde beauty named Suzanne. They were spending this last evening in Paris at Michelle's fabulous country estate on the outskirts of the city, a treat they enjoyed often, because both wealthy women had husbands who were too wrapped up in making money to notice how their wives strayed from the fold.
"Mmmmm," Ian sighed, as Michelle's tender mouth slid down to his chest and began titillating his nipples. She had already stripped him out of his shirt and tie, and now her fingers were making a delightful beeline for the zipper of his pants. His cock was thrusting up demandingly, pressing against the fabric in rhythmic pulsations, just waiting for her to take it and adore it.
And Michelle did adore his cock, as what woman did not? Ian had a solid reputation among the high society women of Paris as an American superstud, the most sought after man in town. The reputation was well-deserved, because the size of his weapon made any French prick look sick. To these women, Ian Lloyd was almost a legend, dashing, sophisticated, darkly handsome, suave, and rich.
He did business with most of his amours because he was one of the leading jewel merchants in Europe, and he was able to get the finest and most expensive pieces for them that money could buy, fantastic creations of gems unobtainable anywhere else. He and Max Jensen, his enterprising Texas partner, had set up this business for themselves some years ago. Now, in their mid-thirties, the two men had become two of the richest and most respected Americans in international society.
They were a good team together because, between them, they could crack any deal and lay any broad. Ian's dark curly hair and steel blue eyes were a direct contrast to Max's sandy-haired, boyish outspoken approach. Ian was a prince and Max was a diamond in the rough; together, there wasn't a good piece of tail in Europe who could resist them. This suited their purposes perfectly, because basically both were interested in only two things-good snatch and good money. And they always had plenty of both.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Michelle moaned as her slender fingers closed around the gargantuan bulge in his pants. She began to stroke it up and down through the fabric, making his skin prickle with delicious sensations. Her fingers fumbled at the zipper, yanked it eagerly down, and his huge throbbing tool burst free, offering itself to her lips. Her tongue darted out and circled once around the swollen head, making his prick jerk with anticipation and excitement. It thrust up like an enormous tree trunk, thickly engorged with blood. She licked again, and sighed with delight as the sharp taste of his love juice came off on her tongue.
"You can't leave me, I won't let you go!" she pouted up at him.
"Business is business, sugar," Ian replied. His head was filled with thoughts of the fortune in emeralds that he was about to lay his hands on this trip, and of the danger that lay ahead because the transaction was not exactly what could be called legitimate. They would be leaving the next morning to drive across France, making deals, deliveries, and connections all along the way. The payoff would be in St. Tropez, where a small fortune in "hot ice" awaited them.
"Oh merde, don't talk to me about business!" exclaimed Michelle petulantly. It's not as important as this," she said, stroking his surging prick with soft, worshipping hands.
"Don't complain, you're one of my best customers," Ian laughed, reaching down to fondle her swollen breasts, stripping the dress off her shoulders so that he could get at them better. The nipples were already desperately erect, poking like hard little rubies into the palms of his hands. "And I promise 111 bring you back something nice this time," he whispered.
"Well, I know something that will make you stay," Michelle laughed wickedly at him, letting her tongue dawdle wetry and obscenely up and down the length of his shaft She took his balls in her hands and began to massage them.
"Don't be too sure about that," he said teasingly.
"Why not?" She was just beginning to suck one of his balls into her mouth, so that she could barely get the words out.
"Because as soon as I come, I go!" Ian cracked cooly.
Her head popped up from his crotch and she pulled a face at him. "Oooo," she exclaimed, "you American men are so cruel!" She ran her tongue lasciviously over her full, wet lips. "But I like you that way, my darling," she added, her eyes burning with lust "It makes it more exciting for me."
Fixing him with a teasingly obscene stare, she reached behind her, undid her zipper, and skinned herself out of her dress. Then she threw herself forward into his lap, closing on his prick like a hungry animal. He knew that his slight nastiness had given her a tremendous erotic jolt, because now she began to slather his shaft with desperately passionate kisses. He leaned back to enjoy it knowing there would be no more time for small talk for quite a while. Her lips rippled and fluttered as she ran her skilled mouth over the whole surging length of his engorged weapon.
She hovered delicately, just for a moment right over the head, washing it with her hot moist breath. Then suddenly she plunged forward, sucking it into her oral cave with voracious excitement She began to pull and release, pull and release, her lovely soft cheeks dimpling in as she did so. She sucked his huge hot meat as if she wanted to swallow it down, as if she could never get enough.
At the same time, her eager hands delved deep inside his pants and grabbed for his huge hairy balls. She angled in until she had both hands under him almost to his ass crack so that her fingers were in a position to titillate the sensitive base of his rod. She began kneading and massaging, pricking him gently sometimes with her long, sleek fingernails.
"AJuihhhlihhh!" he exclaimed in ecstasy. Not only was Michelle one of his best and richest customers, she was one of the best cocksuckers in Paris, and devoted to giving him pleasure with an almost slavelike adoration. He watched her lovely dark head bobbing up and down, watched the pink edges of her velvet lips as they rippled and closed around his pulsating prick. Every once in a while, as she fluttered her thick dark lashes, he caught a glimpse of her exquisite green eyes.
"Ahhhhh, my sweet angel, you do it so well," he sighed in pure pleasure.
This fired her lust even more, and she began to suck harder and harder. His hips were working up and down now as he tried to force his way back to the depths of her throat. His prick was so huge that few women could get him all the way in, but Michelle was a master of the art, and knew how to relax her muscles enough to almost swallow him. Now she opened her jaw wider, struggling to keep her teeth out of the way, and let him go down deep.
Her breath came faster and faster, partly from the excitement of her passion, and partly from the strangling pressure of his huge meat stuffed clear to the back of her throat. She rasped at him with her tongue, rippling and fluttering it along his pole between sucks. Her huge boobs flopped and rolled from side to side as she worked at him. He could see how the nipples were getting tauter and tauter from the jiggling up and down, and how little bumps of goose flesh were beginning to prickle the snowy velvet of her skin as she got more and more excited.
"Nnnggghh!" she gasped thickly as he suddenly slammed up with his hips and thrust his cock deeper than ever into her mourn. She struggled to take him in, keeping an even rhythm going with her lips. Her saliva was slathering him now, dribbling like sweet nectar down his surging rod, some of it coming to rest like crystal dew drops in his pubic hair. Her hands kept after his balls, snuggling them tightly and adoringly, filling him with exquisitely electric sensations.
She began to jiggle them up and down, making them flop and bounce with excruciating deliciousness.
The galvanic sensations that filled his groin grew and grew until he felt like he was going nearly out of his head. He began to pump faster and harder with his hips then, answering the rhythm of her sucks with demanding thrusts of his pelvis.
"Suck it, suck it and swallow it down!" he barked at her harshly as his passion passed the point of simple enjoyment and burst into volcanic fire. He closed his hands tightly around her head, digging his fingers into the thick shining wealth of her soft hair. He forced her down on him, gripping her head until he hurt her.
"Nnnnhhhh!" she cried in a strangled voice. Yet he knew that she loved it, loved the pain, loved the dominating feeling of his hands shoving her face down on his prick. She threw herself against him harder than ever, and the two white orbs of her tits mashed up against his thighs, swelling deliciously. She began to twist her shoulders from side to side, massaging his inner thighs with her luscious boob flesh, trying to stuff them up into his crotch.
At the same time she worked one hand even further back, wriggling around until she brought her finger into contact with his anus. She began to stroke and massage teasingly, playing her finger around and around in the angled dark hair that ringed his asshole. Her fingernail pricked at him deliciously, and sometimes she deliberately dug it into his ass flesh, giving him a sudden jolt of fierce desire.
He was breathing heavily now, savoring every moment of Michelle's exquisite services, adoring every second of fucking her soft voluptuous mouth. She would do anything for him, anything to please him, just like most of the women he knew. All he had to do was enjoy himself.
"Harder!" he commanded, thrusting his tool fiercely into her velvety orifice, "Suck me harder!"
She complied, bending even more effort to the delightful task of swallowing the biggest and most beautiful cock she had ever had. She gasped and sighed breathlessly, swirling her tongue in rapid fire lashes around his shaft, sucking in hard with her cheeks as if she meant to pull his tool out by the root. Then her skilled finger centered itself on his asshole, hovered for an enticing split second, and plunged.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried out in ecstasy. Her finger rammed full length into the boiling depths of his anus, sending electrical vibrations ripping through his whole groin. Her fingernail sliced at him as she went in, adding a sweet edge of pain to the sharp surge of his pleasure. She twisted and turned her finger skillfully then, making the walls of his asshole vibrate exotically.
The fullness of her hand was pressed up hard against the base of his prick now, and he ground down against it, taking every possible ounce of pleasure from her that she could give. Her finger revolved in slow and tantalizing circles inside him, neatly echoing the grinding circular motion of his pelvis. His eyes tightly closed in exquisite delight and he thought to himself that much of Michelle's sexual skill lay in the fact that she took her cues from him so well. She was sensitive to his slightest movement, his slightest desire, and she responded by doing just what he wanted her to do.
The sharp edge of her fingernail sliced in even harder as his hips revolved, providing just the right contrast to the velvety softness of her finger. At the same time she began to nibble carefully at his prick with her delicate pearly teeth. The slight jolts of pain that this produced served to make the slippery softness of her mouth even more delicious to his senses.
He could feel the seed gathering in his nuts, surging and boiling, ready to shoot at any second. He released her head then and let her go, leaning back to enjoy the sight of her taking his orgasm. He liked to watch her swaEow him, liked to see the expression on her face as she adoringly drank from the fountain of his masculine power.
By doing this, he was letting her know that he was in the mood to shoot now, that she should let out the throttle and bend all of her skill into making him come. It was like giving a racehorse his head, letting it break loose and race for the finish line. He had jockeyed her up until now; but from here on in it was up to her. He would simply sit back and enjoy the ride.
Her head bobbed up and down frantically now, her cheeks pulling at him tensely while he sat there coolly and watched her. She twisted and turned her head, stroking his shaft from every possible angle, filling him with electric sensations of pleasure. The pulse throbbed in his temples in rhythm with the hot pulsations in his tool.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured breathlessly, her arousal soaring to the breaking point from the excitement of feeling his climax near.
"I want you to swallow it, swallow it all, drink my cream!" he commanded in a cool voice, his steel blue eyes shining with fierce pleasure.
"Nnngghh!" she whispered, trembling with excitement, quivering all over with lust at the thought of the load that would soon fill her mouth. She bent her head in one last effort, taking him in so deeply that she nearly swallowed his cock.
He felt the head of it nudging against the velvety membranes of her throat, felt his balls jerk and release, felt the searing heat inside him as his cream surged down the length of his shaft. His cock jerked wildly once, twice, inside her mouth, and then jetted a long boiling stream of milky fluid into the waiting receptacle of her throat. Her body convulsed excitedly as she felt the first sharply flavored drops spurting onto her tongue. Then suddenly her mouth was filled to bursting with the enormous load of semen that he poured into her.
She sucked and swallowed voraciously, keeping perfect pace with the endless jolts of come that streamed into her like a fountain. He sat perfectly still, watching as her lips rippled around his cock like the petals of a wet pink flower, as the expression of intense concentration on her lovely face changed to one of intense ecstasy. Her eyelids fluttered delicately, and her features were distorted slightly by the grimace of erotic abandon.
She kept at him until she had it all, until she had wrung his balls dry and had swallowed every drop of the precious pearly fluid. Even then she kept sucking him, as if unwilling to let him go. Her tongue lashed at him lewdly and her strong cheeks closed on him again and again, cleaning every drop from his spent prick. At last his rod lay limply in her mouth, and she reluctantly released it It fell from her lips softly, still gleaming with the wetness of her saliva. She glanced up at him and sighed in complete satisfaction.
"You're delicious," she purred, licking the last of his cream from the edges of her mouth like a contented pussycat.
"And you my dear, are the loveliest cocksucker in Paris!"
"In Paris, yes," she said, making a pouty mouth at him. "But what about Nice? That's where you're going, isn't it? When you leave me all alone tomorrow, that's where you'll be."
He nodded. Actually, it wasn't just Nice, it was Cannes after that, and then the final big connection in St. Tropez. But he would never let Michelle know that As far as she was concerned, his next two weeks were devoted to business in Nice. He had often thought that he'd like to take Michelle into his little secret, the exciting, danger-filled other half of his life.
He and Max had even discussed it. They were both fond of Michelle and Suzanne. They were women of sharp intelligence. And even more important, they were women of tremendous wealth and international society connections. It was quite possible that the two of them could prove very useful in the under the table half of their operations. He and Max led a very fast paced, high tension life, dealing with respectable businessmen on the one hand, and skilled smugglers on the other.
Both of them adored the danger of it, the exhilaration of leading a double existence. For all anyone knew, they were simply two rich and respected Americans, legitimate dealers in jewels, moving with the best of the jet set. It wasn't just the money that had attracted them to slide over the line into illegal practices, although that had had a lot to do with it A large part of it was the thrilling challenge of danger. It kept them both from being bored with the steady stream of well-dressed and willing pussy that came their way.
The lovely brunette Michelle and the banning blonde Suzanne were their favorite lays in Paris, since both of them were not only skilled sexually, but had a voracious appetite for expensive jewels. Both had an enchanting mischievous streak, and both possessed conveniently absent husbands. They were intelligent, witty, sophisticated, and daring. It would have added a great deal of smack to the pleasure if he and Max could have included them in their illicit activities.
But Ian had long ago learned never to trust a female. He and Max had discussed it, agreed on it, and then tossed the idea out Women were good for fucking. If you let them into your private life chances were that after not very long, they'd try to fuck you.
All these thoughts were running through Ian's head as he looked down at Michelle's voluptuous nakedness kneeling at his feet. As usual, she was trying to entice him into staying.
"Well?" she repeated petulantly. "So what about Nice? 111 bet you've got a thousand women there, just panting for your arrival."
"Don't be jealous, darling," said Ian smoothly. "It doesn't become you." That was all he would tell her, and she knew it. Her exquisite white shoulders rose and fell in a graceful shrug.
"Oh well," she sighed, and then fixed him with a smile. "Then let's have a drink. At least we've got all the rest of tonight!"
She got up and moved to a marble table which held several silver ice buckets filled with champagne. The secluded garden was lit with candles, and her naked flesh gleamed like rich satin in the faint golden light. He watched her shapely buttocks swaying as she moved away from him, and the sight kindled a new hunger in his loins. Michelle's ass was full but firm, one of the shapeliest he had ever laid hands on. He stared at it now as she stood gracefully by the table, filling two long-stemmed crystal glasses with expensive vintage champagne.
His prick began to jerk back to life again as he ran his eyes down the dark shadowy crack between her moon-shaped mounds. Her legs were slightly apart and he could just barely see her velvety inner thighs. He could imagine that they were soaking wet with pussy juice by now, because she always got very aroused when she sucked him off. Very soon he would lick up that sexy nectar of hers. It would make a lovely flavor contrast with the champagne. Just for a moment watching her, he wished that he and Max didn't have to hit the road tomorrow.
This one would be a super dangerous run. Trouble could be waiting for them at any second, and in any disguise. He would have to be suspicious of each beautiful piece of tail that crossed his path on the chance that she might be a double agent. If he was really smart and careful, he wouldn't indulge his lust until they were safely back from St Tropez.
But then Ian had to grin at himself for his thoughts. Smart he was; careful he wasn'tl Being cautious would ruin the whole thing, because it went against his entire philosophy of living. He existed only for the excitement for the challenge in everything- in women, in business, in the making of his fortune. As he thought of what might await him out there on the road, his prick surged with an extra jolt of tantalizing pleasure.
"Bring the bottle!" he called, smiling coolly at the thought of the night ahead of him. She did, tucking it under her arm and shivering from the coldness of it against her naked skin.
"Mon Dieu!" she laughed as she handed it to him. Then she leaned forward so that he could see how her nipples had puckered up tightly from the freezing glass against her skin. He smiled, leaned forward, and licked each one with his warm tongue, making her shudder with intense delight The little rosebuds grew even harder then.
He took the two glasses from her, put them down and led her over on to the grass, still clutching the bottle. He made her lie on her back in the cool lush grass and told her to close her eyes. He waited a second, teasing her. Then he upended the bottle of icy champagne and poured it right into the satiny center of her beEy.
"Eeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, giggling and rolling around, her succulent tits rolling enticingly from side to side. Then, "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as the cold liquid dribbled down and washed over her hot pussy crevice. "Ooooooooo," she added, in a throaty voice, and spread her legs, suddenly overcome with desire.
Her scream had attracted the attention of Max and Suzanne, who had been fucking on the other side of the garden. They strolled over hand in hand and stood watching with delighted amusement as Michelle squirmed and undulated against the grass, her succulent nakedness gleaming wetly in champagne. She was drenched. The three of them-Max, Ian and Suzanne-exchanged looks. They were all thinking the same thing. In a flash they fell on top of her, all three of them at once, licking out voraciously at the writhing flesh that glistened wetly beneath them. Max dived at one boob, and Suzanne fastened her mouth on the other, while Ian buried his face in her belly.
"Eeeeeeeee!" Michelle screamed again, but this time she wasn't giggling. This time it was a scream of ecstatic arousal, for she suddenly felt three hot tongues and three pairs of grabbing hands working over her flesh. Suzanne and Max eagerly licked the bubbly champagne from her heaving tits, and Ian dipped his tongue into the crevice of her belly button, lapping up the tiny thimbleful of wine that had been caught there. Then he slid his body slowly down to where her drenched pussy beckoned to his mouth.
In one suck he gathered her pussy lips into his mouth and began licking the dewdrops of champagne out of her cunt fur. Just as he had suspected, her slit was soaking with sex juice. The sharp-sweet taste of it came off on his tongue, mingling delightfully with the heady flavor of the Brut, vintage 1963 that had come from her husband's well-stocked wine cellar. Ian's lips curved into a satisfied smile as he sucked and swallowed both lovely tastes, and inhaled deeply of their joined fragrances.
There's nothing quite like champagne and pussy juice combined, he thought to himself, as he sucked Michelle's swollen cunt folds deeply into his mouth. She was moaning loudly now, writhing against the thick, cool grass. Her senses were on fire, and the entire length of her flesh was being unbearably titillated by three people at once. Her hips were bucking wildly upwards, straining for more and more of Ian's slathering tongue. He could feel her eager clit throbbing and pulsating against his mouth, engorged with desperate desire.
She needed to be entered. He knew that from the way her shapely ass contracted fiercely, forcing his face down towards her distended and beckoning cunt hole. And he was ready. He felt his prick surging into hardness again, felt it growing to its full length, preparing to impale her. The more he lapped at her sex nectar, the more he longed to bury his aching rod in her sweet, tight depths.
"Turn over," he commanded, lifting his face from her snatch. His lips and cheeks were dripping with the juices of her desire.
"Uuuuhhhnn!" she moaned. Slowly and gracefully she disentangled herself from the two mouths-Max's and Suzanne's-that had been lapping furiously at her breasts. Like a mythical goddess, she twisted her shapely pelvis in a slow and sensuous arc, and then rolled over onto her belly in the grass. Ian reached out with his tongue and lapped at her anus. The stimulation of his wet, hot licking made her automatically raise herself onto her knees. Her shapely ass jutted into the air, and her cunt hole gaped open, right in front of Ian's face, begging him to enter her.
He hesitated, reached out and stroked it enticingly, torturing her, making her wait. His prick jerked and surged between his legs, sticking straight out from his body like an incredibly powerful weapon. He knelt behind her, took his prick in both hands, and began to tease her vaginal opening with the thick velvety head of it.
"Nnnhhhl" she whimpered, waving her ass at him, begging him. Her cunt glistened enticingly, swollen, pulsating and sopping wet. She revolved her pelvis in desperate circles, so hot to be fucked that she was half out of her mind. Still, he teased her, thrusting the head of his rod halfway in, and then wickedly pulling it out again. She was going crazy now, clawing at the grass with her sleek pink fingernails, ripping it up in huge patches. Her face was buried in the earth, and she was like a jungle tigress in heat, willing to do almost anything to get him inside her.
Max lay on one side of Michelle, and Suzanne on the other, watching. Ian could tell from the glazed expressions in their eyes that they were both very turned on. Max had his hand on one of her huge tits. He was grasping and kneading it, and it hung down pendulously and eagerly into his hand. Then Suzanne reached out and closed her fingers tightly around Michelle's other boob.
"Oh God!" Michelle exclaimed in a strangled voice as Suzanne's nails dug into the tender flesh of her tit. Michelle's hips began to revolve in a wide pattern of circles then, in response to the titillation of Suzanne's fingers. She bucked backwards again and again, desperately trying to. impale herself on Ian's enormous meat. Her cunt juice was slathering the head of his prick, making it glisten like the Hope diamond.
Ian lifted his head and fixed the other woman in the eye with an obscenely lustful stare. A cold, slightly cruel smile played around the edges of his handsome mouth. "Suzanne," he called softly, "come here!"
Her eyes caught his, and she grasped his meaning at once. She released Michelle's tit, stood up, and walked to Ian. Gracefully she swung her leg over Michelle's back, straddling her so that her pussy rested directly in front of Ian's mouth. Suzanne knew exactly what he wanted-to suck her while he fucked Michelle. She smiled lewdly, reached down between her thighs, and parted her pussy lips for him.
Slowly and wickedly Ian gave a wink to Max. Max grinned back, then got up from where he was lying and moved around to a position right in front of Michelle. He lay down smoothly in the grass and spread his legs. Before she even knew what happened, Michelle felt the wet tip of Max's throbbing rod nudging at the entrance to her mouth.
"Aaannnhhh!" she gasped, as she tasted his wetness surging aginst her lips. Her tongue licked out once, twice. Then suddenly she opened her mouth wide and dived at him, sucking him into the depths of her practiced throat
At exactly the same moment, Ian chose to enter her. He shoved his cock violently through the beckoning mouth of her vagina, and drove it to the very end of her pulsating canal.
"Mmmmmmm!" Michelle screamed, shocked by the sudden thrust. She was stuffed with cock now, both in her mouth and in her pussy. Her senses were uncontrollably aflame with voracious desire. Her cunt walls and her inner mouth began to pulsate together in tandem, sucking in exactly the same rhythm. She shoved her cunt back on Ian's cock, and thrust her mouth forward at Max's dick in a perfect rhythm of pulsating desire.
At the same time, Ian's lips opened widely and then closed possessively around the soaking snatch of Suzanne. She held her cunt folds apart for him so that his hps and tongue could reach her sensitive inner membranes. He licked and lapped frantically at the satiny pussy grooves, savoring the gush of juice that poured into his mouth from her eager hole. Her hips undulated in excitement, moving in rhythmic circles, making it easy for his tongue to slather the entire exposed length of her slit.
He flicked his eyes up for an instant. He could see that Suzanne had cupped both of her huge breasts in her own hands and was pinching her own nipples in a frenzy of lewd desire. The sight fired him to galvanic heights, and he thrust his tongue harder than ever into the succulent expanses of her naked pussy. Her obscene abandon was dehghtful to him, because it echoed the lustful desperation of Michelle's cunt
Michelle ground her hips back against him, begging and begging him to impale her harder, to split her apart, to vanquish her completely. At the same time Suzanne's hips were grinding against his face, desperately and adoringly, coaxing for the same thing. She wanted him to ram her with his tongue, to take her to heaven, to impale her with his power.
Ian closed his eyes and drank in the smell of Suzanne's cunt juice, of her sweat mingled with her perfume. At the same time, his cock drank in the succulent sensations of Michelle's surging and pulsating snatch as it pounded backwards against him. And his ears delightedly absorbed the wet, sloshing sounds of fucking, along with Max's loud, lewd groans of pleasure from Michelle's mouth nibbling and sucking at his prick.
The four of them had become like one body now, working in perfect coordination, one enormous, orgiastic fuck.
Ian could feel the vibrations of erotic intensity flowing through his flesh, coming to him from the other three. He could almost feel how Max felt, with his swollen prick in Michelle's mouth. He knew that Max could appreciate how he felt with his rod stuck up Michelle's hole and his tongue lapping at Suzanne's dripping snatch.
He gave liimself up completely then to erotic abandonment, letting the sensations wash over his flesh in pure pleasure. His nerves were titillated to their fullest capacity by sights, sounds, tastes, smells. He drank in the deliciousness of his fuck, this orgiastic glory, with intense appreciation. After all, he reflected, this might be my last! Tomorrow, or the next day, somewhere between Lyon and Nice, there could be a trap. The game could be up.
He smiled at the thought and delved even more deeply into the succulent steaminess of Suzanne's throbbing and undulating pussy. The very consideration of danger fired his lust to the point of explosion. He lived for excitement and for pleasure. The excitement of tomorrow gave added pleasure to this moment, tonight!
"NnnnhhhF Ian gasped, lashing out with his tongue, drinking down the sex juice that poured copiously and willingly from Suzanne's hole. She was giving him everything she had, and so was Michelle. The two of them were thrusting themselves at him as if they could never get enough, as if they would die without him, as if he was the only man in the world.
He knew that he was, for them. They would never find a pair of studs to match him and Max, there could be no doubt about that He ground his pelvis violently against Michelle's ass, feeling his balls bang fiercely against the velvety fullness of her buttocks. She tried to clutch her ass cheeks tight together in order to caress his prick even more as it entered her. At the same time, he felt Suzanne shove her pelvis more and more violently forward, offering her snatch for him to drink.
He heard Max moan in extreme pleasure, and he knew that Michelle's mouth and hands were sending Max to heaven just as they had done for him earlier that evening. He could feel the intensity of the vibrations that flowed between the four of them, and he knew that a spectacular climax was near at hand. He could feel his seed gathering in his balls. And from the sound of Max's voice, Max was experiencing the exact same sensations.
Ian closed his eyes tightly and slammed forward with his cock and his mouth at the same time, thrusting in a driving and demanding rhythm. His tool pierced Michelle's soaking wet pulsating vagina. At the same time his tongue drank in the delights of Suzanne's throbbing snatch. He could tell that both of them were on the very edge of orgasm. He decided it was time, and he started pushing for the finish line.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, OHHHHT Suzanne screamed, her voice rising gradually from a breathy gasp to a frantic wail. He felt her clit begin to pulsate wildly against his tongue as her orgasm gushed forth and filled his mouth with hot throbbing nectar.
Then Michelle's body jackknifed under him in voluptuous convulsions, and he felt the walls of her canal clutching voraciously at his dick. Her orgasm exploded with earthquake intensity, almost at the same moment as Suzanne's. He let his cream go then, released all his restraints and let his cock pour its fountain of fluid into her sucking, demanding womb. The way she bucked back at him with her hips, the way she clutched him inside with her cunt muscles, he could tell that she was skyhigh with arousal.
He kept shoving it into her, pouring out his cream and feeling her silky vagina greedily lapping it up. At the same time his tongue was lapping at the drenching flow of Suzanne's cunt juice.
Then he heard Max grunt heavily, and he knew that he had unloaded in Michelle's mouth. Michelle began to gasp, her breathing became rapid and harsh, and Ian could tell that she was swallowing Max's come. She became a receptacle for both of them; her exquisite beauty serviced them both at once. She swallowed Max's scum down her throat at exactly the same time as she sucked Ian's load into her cunt. She bucked and writhed, breathing heavily, throwing herself with total abandon into the erotic intensity of the moment
For a long time the four of them undulated together in a tangled mass, their sweaty bodies slipping against each other, crashing together in lewd, smacking sounds. Their skins were drenched with fluid, with sweat and sex juice. Their senses were flooded with ecstasy and erotic abandon. All four of them went at each other as if they could never get enough, as if they never wanted it to end.
Finally the two pricks were drained dry, and the two cunt holes began to relax their clutching desperation. Max fell back with a groan against the grass, letting his prick slide easily from Michelle's skilled mouth. Michelle fell forward against him, and this forced Ian's tool to slip smoothly out of her satiated hole. Ian released his mouth from Suzanne's pussy, and the two of them rolled down together in the grass, totally exhausted from the ecstasy of their orgasm.
There was a long moment of silence while everybody caught their breaths. The only sounds were the soft summer breezes in the trees, and the rippling of the marble fountains in the garden.
In that moment Ian savored the knowledge that he would either enjoy this again tomorrow, or he would die tomorrow. And he knew very well that, in the soft silence, Max was thinking the same thing.
Finally all four of them sat up at the same time.
"More champagne?" Michelle asked seductively.
"Why not?" said Max.
"Of course," purred Suzanne, crossing her exquisite legs one over the other, and leaning back so that her vuluptuous tits were perfectly outlined in the candlelight. "We might as well live!" she added, waving an elegant hand in the air.
Ian and Max exchanged a long and meaningful look. It was full of all the intrigue that faced them, all the adventure that they could never tell.
"Yes, we might as well live," Ian smiled. "Dangerously," he added, so low that only Max could hear him.
Chapter Two
By dawn of the next morning, the Paris sky was overlaid with curly mist, and there was a slight chill in the air. Ian waited in the sleek black Porsche, impatient because Max was always late.
Finally Max appeared, climbed in, slammed the door behind him, and flashed Ian one of his famous Texas smiles.
"Good night last night, huh buddy?" he grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, fantastic," Ian responded, slightly short on humor because it was morning and because they had big business ahead of them. Ian always got a little more serious about things than Max did. Always a little more "on", always a little more tense.
But he had to, because he was the brains of the team, while Max was the brawn. Max was a little younger than he, dumber, sweeter, his sidekick. Less domineering and less cruel. Ian had the intensity and the thrust Max provided the endurance and the patience. Between them they could net any fish in the sea. Between Ian's temper and Max's steadiness, there wasn't a chance in hell that they could go wrong. They were like one person, the way they worked together. Each of them had a nose for danger, and a nose for opportunity, although of a different kind. It made Ian feel very secure to have Max working beside him. And he knew that the feeling went both ways.
As they swung onto open highway towards Lyon, Ian opened the throttle wide and Max began to relax.
The countryside sped past them in a rapid blur. Neither of them noticed much, because both were intent on their goal. That night, in Lyon, they would deliver several thousand dollars worth of diamonds. Smuggled, of course.
Max pulled a slip of paper from his wallet and read the name that was written on it. "Jeanette Graney," he mused, looking at it intensely. "Wonder who she is, wonder what she looks like?"
Ian grinned, shoving the accelerator down hard, hitting open highway by then. The sun was just rising, it was beginning to get deliciously warm.
"Forget it buddy," Ian cautioned. "She's a contact, remember? With them you don't take chances. Besides," he added, "she's probably a dog."
Max hardly even heard him. He was letting his fantasies wander on about this woman whom they had never met, this fascinating woman who was their sole contact in Lyon, and to whom they were to deliver thousands of dollars worth of diamonds. He was trying to picture what she looked like, who she was.
"From the spelling, the name could be English, or even American," said Max thoughtfully, studying the card.
Ian read his thoughts. "Or even good pussy?" he snapped ironically, one side of his mouth twisted into a grin.
"Why not?" Max snapped back, shoving the card back into his wallet. "What's the matter with that?"
"Nothing," Ian replied coolly, "except for one thing. Remember Max, we have one important rule, and that is: *Never screw a contact, because she'll screw you right back!'"
"So?" said Max, feeling unusually brave because of the exhilaration gained from the previous night's mini-orgy. "You only live once!"
Ian's mouth twisted into a small smile again. "With that attitude, and in our business, you won't live at all!" he remarked flatly. But he knew damn well that if the girl was beautiful enough, rules could be broken. He'd done it before and he was still here to tell about it. He could feel his rod getting stiff inside his tightly tailored pants, just thinking about it. It was Russian roulette, the spirit of the road. He was only fencing with Max, and they both knew it.
"Besides," Ian added, "maybe she's ugly as sin."
"Yeah," Max grinned, "maybe. But what if she isn't?"
"So ..." said Ian, letting his voice trail off suggestively.
"I just wanta know one thing, buddy," said Max. "White roses or red?" This was an old joke between them.
"And I just want to know one thing, old pal, and that is that you will be out there where you belong, covering that goddam approach road, and snappy if I need you."
"Front and center, partner," Max grinned, "bright eyed and bushy tailed."
"Yeah, okay," said Ian. He realized he was jumpy. It was the energy jolt of excitement he always got at the beginning of a hard run. Max knew it too. Ian turned, tightening his sleeky gloved hands on the wheel of the Porsche, and shot Max a smile. "This time, fella, you take care of the bushes, and I take care of the tail!"
Max grinned back, shrugged. "So, what else is new?" he said.
By midnight that night Ian stood in front of a deserted farmhouse fifteen miles outside of Lyon with a small but priceless bag of diamonds in his breast pocket Max was where he belonged, guarding the entrance and within earshot if trouble should occur. Ian felt his cock stir as he began to walk through the long, thick grass. A full moon in a clear sky made the place as bright as day, made the soft night noises seem eerily loud.
He circled the house warily, as quiet as a jungle cat, and headed for the thicket of woods that was the contact point. The blood in his temples started to pound a soft tattoo, and every steel hard muscle in his magnificent body began to vibrate with the mixed anticipation of sex and danger. He felt his rod already pulsing steadily inside his pants, already swelling to magnificent size and oozing a little from the tip, rubbing tantalizingly against his zipper with each slow step.
"Damn that moon," he muttered between his teeth. It was a mixed blessing-good for fucking, but not in his favor if he had to make a sudden break for it.
Then he saw her. A flash of skimpy white dress, bare arms, slender legs tucked away invitingly in the darkness of the trees, waiting for him. His weapon jolted eagerly, and he took a quick, sharp breath of delight. Casually, suavely, he lit a cigarette ... exhaled ... and then went tense from head to toe, because there was another, darker shadow standing beside her. Jeanette, whoever she was, was not alone. Ready for anything, he coolly covered the remaining few yards to the thicket.
He found himself face to face with two of the most gorgeous pieces of tail he'd ever seen; one was delicate, busty, ash blond, dressed in white, and the other was an exquisite, honey-haired Lolita-type creature who couldn't have been more than fourteen.
"I'm Jeanette," whispered the first one. "This is my cousin Tina."
"What the hell is she doing here?" said Ian tersely.
"Two girls out alone at night are less suspicious than one. She's okay."
"All right," said Ian, and relaxed. Not only did the explanation satisfy him, the situation delighted him. There was going to be pleasure in this business after all! Jeanette held out her hand for the diamonds, and began fishing in her voluptuous cleavage for the money she was to give him. Ian's handsome mouth twisted into a hard smile and, without warning, he grasped Jeanette's outstretched hand and placed it straight over his engorged and throbbing member.
"Oh!" she gasped, stunned. She stared up at him like a frightened deer, unable to move, her hand riveted to the hot, bulging inferno that jutted at her from his pants. She could feel the pulse-beat massaging her fingers, could feel the huge thing jerking and thrusting at her insistently, and she knew it was the most massive and magnificent dick she had ever encountered. In spite of herself, she began to go weak in the knees, and an answering wave of heat swelled up and washed over her crotch.
"I ... uh, I ..." she murmured weakly, tense with confusion and fear, aware of Tina's presence, aware of the danger, yet totally unable to resist the animal magnetism of this overpowering man.
"Pleasure before business," said Ian suavely. He reached behind her and, in one lightning swift motion, yanked all the pins out of her hair so that it tumbled to her bared shoulders like a silver waterfall.
"Not ... not here ..." Jeanette gasped, trying to wrench free.
"Yes. Here!" Ian hissed, his voice tight with desire, his whole body as taut with passion as a coiled steel spring. He ripped his fly open with one hand, and with the other he forced Jeanette to her knees in the soft, moist earth. His raging cock burst from its prison, surging and boiling with the load of passion that he had been storing up for this unknown woman all day. Now that he knew her, he wanted her even more than he had in fantasy.
"You're ... it's ... huger she breathed softly, and he watched the expression of awe and worship spread over her face that crossed the face of every woman on seeing his rod naked for the first time. Her reserve, her fear melted away, and a kind of breathless ecstasy took its place. She licked her lips tentatively, and her ripe, full tits began to rise and fall rhythmically as she became gripped by arousal. Ian gazed down into the crack of her cleavage and watched hungrily as her breasts bulged up, threatening at any moment to burst over the low-cut front of her dress.
"Suck it!" he commanded, his voice low but vibrating with power. "Go on, swallow me, take it all!"
Her delicate pink lips parted, her velvety tongue slid out and grazed the swollen head. He saw her mouth glistened wetly in the moonlight. Then she fitted her warm lips around the rounded head, caught her breath in a sharp gasp, and plunged forward, swallowing as much of his enormous dick as she could manage. He felt the deep thrill that went through her as she tasted his cock meat for the first time, as she felt it stuffing her mouth with its almost unbelievable hugeness.
"Ahhnnhh!" she groaned against him, and then threw herself into sucking him off as if she was starved for the taste of his cream. Her tongue began a skillful rippling and fluttering trip up and down the length of his tool, searching and exploring, caressing and adoring every gargantuan inch of him as if she could never get enough. Ian's handsome mouth twisted into a coolly pleased smile then, for he knew he had gotten himself a crack cocksucker this time.
Her head began to bob up and down as her movements became more eager, tossing her pale blond hair gracefully about in swirls on her nearly naked shoulders. The moonlight made it shine almost silver, and the tree shadows dappled her head and her pale marble skin with dark patterns, making her an unbelievably erotic sight Her dress began to slide up as she worked at him, exposing a snowy expanse of thigh that ended in the deliciously shadowed cleft of her cunt covered only by a filmy triangle of white lace. Ian's mouth began to water.
Then he raised his head and fastened his steel blue eyes on Tina for the first time. She was gazing at him open-mouthed, her tender lips parted just enough to show the softness of her little tongue and the white pearls of her teeth. She wasn't frightened. She was astonished. She stood there rooted to her spot her eyes riveted on Ian's face, her breath fluttering and her heart pounding. Ian thought that he had never seen anything so deliciously, beautifully vulnerable.
"Come here," he said softly, just barely smiling. She walked to him as if in a daze. Without another word he took her delicate lips with his mouth in a loss that was gentle, but held all the promise of the fierce passion he was able to unleash. Her mouth tasted like dew, like flowers, and that one kiss told him instantly that she was untouched, virgin. Bolts of fire surged in his cock where it nestled snugly in Jeanette's velvety mouth, and he felt his temperature suddenly climb several hundred degrees.
"I... I've never..." she began softly.
"I know," said Ian simply, and took her in his arms with such cool mastery that nothing more had to be said. A split second later his tongue was bedded in the sweet haven of her young mouth, and his strong hands were skillfully awakening fire in her virgin flesh for the first time, kneading and caressing, stroking and searching as if he had a private road map to her body in his head. She let him do it, let him touch her everywhere, because the soft, rich swells of new ecstasy that were washing over her flesh were irresistible. She leaned limply against him, totally in his power, feeling hypnotized.
Coolly his fingers opened the buttons of her dress, released the catch of her bra, reached in and drew her lusciously blooming tits into the moonlight, then began to squeeze and fondle, all so smoothly that she hardly knew what hit her. In seconds she was naked, and so breathless with erotic sensations that she felt as if she would choke. Ian's head dipped down then, his tongue flicked out and covered both snowy virgin mounds at once in a wide, wet swath, bringing her small, delicate nipples into instant erection.
"Uuhhnnh!'' she gasped, stunned by this exquisite, brand new sensation.
"Nnnnhhh ..." Jeanette moaned suddenly against his cock, and he knew that she had realized what he was doing, how far he was intending to go, and it turned her on incredibly. Her tongue lashed at him with renewed passion now, struggling to reach every forged steel inch of his mammoth prick, straining to take it all, swallow it down, fill herself with it completely. Her delicate hands searched his crotch hungrily, diving into every crack and crevice, closing possessively around his engorged balls and squeezing as if she wanted to wring the cream out of him and into her hot, eager throat.
Her cheeks hollowed out from the suction, and dribbles of her saliva escaped the tight ring of her lips and trickled down his shaft into his pubic hair, titillating his balls deliciously. As her passion grew, her mouth and throat expanded, and she swallowed him deeper and deeper, caressing his head with the depths of her oral cave.
Everything was forgotten between the three of them now but the immediate excitement of sex. In a matter of minutes Ian had brought both women-the experienced Jeanette, and little virgin Tina- completely into his snare. There was no sound in the tensely still night air except the tremulous breathing of Tina and the moist suckling noises of Jeanette's mouth hungrily caressing his cock. Ian's hands were skillfully taking possession of every glowing inch of Tina's nakedness and, for the first time, he took a long hard look at her.
Her tits were already in full bloom, and her soft-skinned body held the slender, muscular grace of a perfect fourteen-year-old virgin. Her honey-colored hair tumbled enticingly over exquisitely formed shoulders, and her huge blue eyes were fringed with the thickest and loveliest lashes he had ever seen. With one hand he continued his practiced titillation of her breasts, and with the other he began a slow slide down to where he wanted to be-right between her gorgeous virgin thighs.
She trembled uncontrollably as she felt him approaching her sex place, felt his fingers tracing seductive erotic circles over her tender, vulnerable belly. Her knees shook so that she could hardly stand, and she began to breathe in great, gulping gasps. Then suddenly he was there, inside her panties, putting his hand right over her throbbing pussy mound, filling her with sensations such as she had never dreamed of before. His fingers toyed with her pussy fur for a minute, and then began to advance tantalizingly forward, forcing her legs to part With a swimming sensation in her head, she widened the distance between her feet and let him in.
"Ooooo ..." Tina moaned dazedly, catching Ian around the shoulders in order to keep her balance. He had shoved his hand into her slit, opening the lips and fully caressing the warm, naked flesh that led to her treasure hole. A jolt of pleasure ripped through her that was so strong that she thought she would pass out, and she knew this man whom she had never seen before and would never see again would be the first to take her.
Ian smiled with delight as he touched her ripe, pulsating opening, because it was as thoroughly wet as if he had been softening her up for hours. She may be a virgin, he thought to himself, but she's ripe and ready as hell!
He stroked her pussy grooves carefully, enjoying the feeling of the juice beginning to flow hard onto his fingers, an open invitation to him to come in. At the same time, he kept her tender mouth busy with tantalizing kisses that fired the growing furnace in her cunt. Back and forth, back and forth his fingers moved, spreading the juice and arousing the delicate exposed nerves in her virgin membranes, encouraging a rhythm to start in her shapely Httle hips. Then his finger settled on her budding clit, and found it throb-bingly hard with anticipation and excitement. The minute he felt how hard and tight it was, he knew she was ready.
He closed his eyes and slid his finger straight down the wet slide of her pussy, into her treasure hole. At the same time, he shoved forward hard with his hips and buried his dick to the hilt in Jeanette's velvety mouth.
"Nnnnhhi" Tina exclaimed in pain, delight, and surprise.
"Ahhhh ..Ian sighed in pure pleasure. His finger was now slathered with the wet juices of virgin trea- sure, and his cock was drenched in the warm flow of Jeanette's saliva. He began to move his finger and his rod back and forth in the same rhythm, letting all his nerve endings experience the pleasure of erotic sensation. His concentration was completely on the orgasm he felt building in his loins, on the load he felt gathering in his balls, preparing to spill into Jeanette's eager throat
He wanted to shoot fast feel the excitement, the thrill of her swallowing him, and then he could get down to the serious business of fucking tail. Poor Max, Ian thought delightedly, he's going to have a long wait!
He began rocking back and forth on his heels then, his eyes cooUy fastened on Jeanette's silvery, bobbing head, his finger plunged to the succulent depths of Tina's willing cunt hole. She was shuddering against him in tremulous bliss, hanging on for dear life, her face buried tightly in his warm neck. Every nerve in his body tingled with the fire of pleasure, the blood pounded hotly and demandingly in his rod, and he felt his balls surging eagerly with cream. Jeanette's warm Belongs were driving him rapidly to the peak, and he felt her mouth tighten around him in response to the jerks of his rod.
Her hands were everywhere, on his balls, his ass, up his crack, toying with his anal opening, caressing him in a growing frenzy of desire. She had become obsessed by a passion for his cock now, sucking and pulling at him with an animalistic wildness as she knelt there in the dirt, eagerly servicing him. From the way her hips were swiveling, from the way she was squirming around, Ian could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm just from sucking him.
As he pumped his throbbing dick between her dripping lips, he began to angle his finger in more and more deeply, penetrating the succulent depths of Tina's pussy hole in a rhythm with the movements of his organ. She answered him with her slender, delicately curved pelvis, tentatively and shyly at first, but then with growing excitement. Her sweet nectar slathered down his finger, flowing more and more as his hand violated her virgin hole.
Feeling her tremble, he pressed his advantage, bringing the flat heel of his hand to bear firmly on the sensitive, thrusting button of her innocent clitoris. A deep gasp from her was his reward, and she jackknif ed against him in sudden total abandon, weak with the sensations of pleasure he was giving her. His groin pounded with waves of heat then, and sparks of ecstasy like Hghtning shot down the length of his shaft, letting him know that his first load was boiling out of control and on its way.
"Aaabhimhhhr Tina exclaimed as he rammed his hand with sudden violent intensity square against the dripping hps of her snatch, forcing the clit to jerk and swell with a sharp spasm of joy, forcing her to lose the last of her control and hurtle dizzily into the first bone-melting orgasm of her entire life.
"Aaahhnnnhhhl" she cried again, her young voice shrill with the astonishment of what was happening to her, her supple body draped like soft velvet over his steel frame because her knees were too weak to support her. And at precisely that second Ian felt his tool jerk magnificently, once, twice, and unload, shooting a steaming jet of hot cream deep into the recesses of Jeanette's accomplished mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, savoring the delicious swell and swirl of his climax.
"Nnnnnggg ..." Jeanette gulped, as she struggled to take him down without gagging. The flow of his come was so copious that she felt inundated by it, drowned in it, stuffed with his sperm. Her supple cheeks expanded and contracted with intense concentration as she strained to swallow each enormous salvo of cream before the next one filled her. There was no sound in the forest night but the lewd, wet smack of her lovely mouth sucking his come, and the low, dazed moaning of Tina in the aftermath of her climax.
At last Jeanette pulled her head away and let his spent organ fall from her lips, still dribbling slightly from the tip. She stared at his gargantuan member where it dangled in front of her face and saw that it was hardly exhausted. In fact, it was clear from the pulse beat under the half shriveled skin that Ian was only just getting warmed up. She lifted her head to gaze at him, her eyes glazed with eroticism, her whole being trembling passionately at the thought of having that huge weapon violate her private depths.
"Ohhh," she gasped dizzily, "ohhhhh ..."
Ian released Tina from his embrace and came down beside Jeanette, sweeping her into his arms and taking her mouth violently with his hungry lips, kissing her so fiercely mat her muscles turned to water and she felt as if she would faint. His tongue pried her lips apart and dived to the tasty depths of her throat, while his strong hands roamed her body, pulling the clothes off her so quickly and smoothly that she hardly knew what was happening. He yanked at the low-cut front of her dress and the buttons parted easily, letting her ripe, luscious boobs burst free.
The forest floor was soft with moss and dead leaves, a perfect bed, and they rolled around on it like two animals locked in battle, a flashing tangle of arms and legs and eager, searching tongues and lips. As he skillfully stripped her, Ian shed his own clothes piece by piece, never letting up on her all the while, keeping his hands moving over her body in a continuous caress, driving her nearly mad with anticipation. He pinched her tits and stroked her belly, grabbed hard at her ass, and delved teasingly with his warm, strong fingers between her succulent thighs.
"Oooo ... ohhhhhhP Jeanette gasped, feeling the heat in her pussy surge to unbearable heights, feeling herself totally overpowered and dominated by his magnificent strength. She had never wanted it so desperately, had never been so frantically hot, so insanely out of control. The juice was already dripping from her hole, oozing down onto her thighs, and every nerve in her body was on fire with awareness and need.
"Do it," she panted, "do it, please, put it in me! Oh God, stick it in!" She had forgotten who she was and where she was, had forgotten Tina, the danger, the reason why she was here in the woods with this handsome stranger. She had forgotten everything but his delicious cock and his hot grasping hands that had reduced her to a delirious state of erotic hypnosis.
"Do it," she begged again, for he was teasing her mercilessly, grazing her naked belly with his tool in long, tantalizing passes. Her legs were wide apart, pleading, her soft thighs glistening like polished marble in the moonlight, smeared with sex nectar. As he jabbed up and down on top of her, Ian's cock rose again into instant erection, even huger and harder than before.
"Yes, baby, my sweet baby," Ian purred. "Til do it to you, take your sweet cunt to heaven." Her eagerness fired his lust deliciously, but he enjoyed holding her off, watching her arousal mount to delirious proportions, because her desperation to have him added an extra tang to the edge of his pleasure.
He pulled back and sat on his heels, looking at her squirming beneath him. She was exquisite; her huge, velvety tits flopped and rolled from side to side, and her hair was tossed around her shoulders like a silvery waterfall, accentuating the vulnerable whiteness of her perfect skin. Her lips were parted and moist, swollen with sensuality from sucking his cock, and her misty blue eyes glowed with the heat of sexual yearning.
With his hands he masterfully forced her thighs even further apart, so that he could look straight into the dripping depths of her snatch. The outer lips were already swollen and distended, spreading like an open invitation to be entered, pulsating with frantic desire. He could just see the rose-like bud of her clitoris thrusting from the top of her pussy grooves, reaching out to him to be touched.
"Open yourself for me," he commanded. "Spread it so I can see it all!" His voice vibrated with harsh passion, and she felt a lewd thrill rush through her at his words. She reached down with both hands, placed her fingers on the tender, throbbing hps, and pulled them wide apart.
"Aaahhnnnhhh!" she gasped, as a jolt of ecstasy rippled through her at her own touch. Her hips were undulating rhythmically now, lifting up searchingly towards his cock, her bare feet bracing and pushing against the ground.
Ian turned then and saw that Tina was lying stretched out a few feet away, watching in wide-eyed fascination, still stunned at what was happening. Her little nipples were tight with excitement, and her big blue eyes held an expression that was a combination of fear and arousal.
"Come here," he said in a low voice. His tone thrilled her with its lewd suggestiveness, shot into the center of her like a cold sword, making her heart skip a beat. She came and knelt where he indicated, between Jeanette's outspread legs and in front of him. Then he took her hand and placed it over the steaming wetness of Jeanette's pussy.
"Oh my God!" Jeanette cried, as the soft, feminine fingers settled over her pulsating snatch, sending bolts of fire ripping through her flesh. She was so desperate to be fucked by now that she could hardly stand it Instantly her hips thrust up in answer, and Ian began to guide Tina's hand in a circular motion over the soaking wet flesh, bringing her fingers to bear steadily on the clit.
Then he took Tina's other hand and folded the soft fingers around his erect cock, leading her to a rhythm of up and down strokes, forcing her to squeeze tightly until he felt delirious with pleasure. She got the hang of it instantly, her reserve and fear melted by his masterful manipulation of her. She gazed in awe, first at the gargantuna prick sliding between her fingers, and then at the dripping cunt folds that throbbed and pulsated beneath her hand.
Meanwhile Ian's hands and mouth got to work, titillating and caressing her young nakedness, bringing her again into a state of sensual excitement. His tongue flickered over her boobs, tightening the nipples into rosy pebbles and slathering the white flesh with his saliva. His fingers travelled skillfully down her belly and came to rest between her parted thighs, pinching and stroking and pulling at the pussy mound until she let out a sharp cry of delight
He found her clit and massaged it in rapid circles, feeling it respond almost instantly, feeling the sex juice gush down again and lubricate the virgin flower of her cunt folds. Tina was gasping now, moaning softly, and so was Jeanette, both of mem wildly aroused and totally in his power. One glance at Jeanette's gyrating hips told him that she was teetering on the very edge of orgasm. A few good thrusts should do it
He pulled Tina's hand aside and shifted his weight forward, centering his massive frame between Jeanette's thighs so suddenly that she hardly had time to catch her breath. The tip of his cock struck her soft vaginal rim dead center, he hovered a moment, and plunged.
"Aaauuggghhhh!" she screamed, her passion rocketing suddenly out of bounds, her senses hurled headlong into a delirious intensity of pleasure. Her knees buckled, her shapely legs were flung around his waist her heels dug into his back, and she slammed her hips up at him for dear Me. His cock was so huge and hard that she felt as if he split her in half, but she didn't care.
"Yessss, oh yes, oh, ohhhhh ...!" she half screamed as she writhed under his thrusts.
"That's it baby, do it for me, give it to me," Ian crooned enticingly in her ear. "Come for me, baby, come!"
He felt her flame up inside then, felt her abandon every inch of her body to the sensations of pleasure he was giving her. Their hips smashed together with bone-breaking force as he plowed her, stuffing her so full of his huge cock meat that she thought she would collapse in pieces. He thrust mercilessly again and again, feeling her inner temperature climb with soaring suddeness.
Then her cunt walls were contracting around his rod, clutching it in desperate spasms, drenching him in the fluids of her climax. He felt the long tunnel of her vagina voraciously sucking him in as if to swal- low him, just as her succulent mouth had done earlier.
"Ah, ahhh, ahhJihhhhhV she screamed, her voice going from a throaty purr to a shrill explosion of fulfillment.
"Ahhh, ahhhhhh ..." she moaned, rolling from side to side in the dirt, cradling him between her knees, savoring the waves of pleasure that came after the peak, each one becoming softer and less intense than the one before. Ian stayed with her until he felt her cuntal spasms cease, felt her passion slide from the heights down into the depths of relaxation. She was still gasping and moaning under him when he pulled his stiff weapon from her battered vagina.
Without a word, he rolled off of her, turned over, caught Tina in his arms, and pinned her on her back, shoving her tender thighs apart with his knees. She was still hot from his touch, and doubly aroused from what she had just seen. Her muscles were tight with fear, but Ian knew his way around that.
Crooning gently in her ear, he soothed her with his voice, while he simultaneously massaged her body into supplication with his strong, skilled hands. Carefully he inserted his throbbing dick between the virginal thighs, carefully brought the tip of it to bear against the trembling, tight sex hole. Her legs parted, and she lay back, abandoning herself to his will.
"Ah, my beautiful darling," he whispered, his voice as thick as honey, "don't be afraid. I will make you happy. Just relax and let me do it, I won't hurt you ..." His voice trailed off hypnotically, and he jockeyed into position, just beginning to force the swollen head of his huge weapon past the taut but dripping mouth of her vagina. He could feel how hard it was for her to take, because even the head of his cock was too enormous for her innocent little hole.
"Nnnhh, nnnhhhhhh," she moaned, clutching at him with soft, clinging arms, thrusting up at him with eager, curious hips, wanting him in spite of the pain that was already beginning to sting her tender membranes.
"Ahhhh," Ian moaned softly. He felt her juices begin to flow even more copiously then, felt her treasure canal stretch to admit him, vibrating with excitement. He shoved rhythmically and carefully forward, savoring the special pleasure of being the first to plow her, the special deliciousness of her fantastic tightness. She fit him like a glove.
Waves of erotic delirium washed over him, and he grasped her supple young body in his hands with animal fierceness, kneading the ripe flesh hungrily. The smell of her was exotically delicious to him, but the taste was even better. He covered her face, her throat, her tits with fierce, nibbling kisses, and drank in the sweet babyish flavor and aroma of her healthy young skin. Her breath came hot and moist against his cheeks, gasping, desperate, aroused. She was sailing up and out into the first flight of cock-filled ecstasy, and Ian was enjoying every passion-packed second of it.
He plowed her carefully, warming her up, feeling her gradually respond like a thoroughbred mare being raced for the first time. Her shapely pelvis lifted higher with each of his plunges, and her tight little sex hole loosened up more with each of his carefully aimed entrances. Soon he was slathered with juice and, even though he had his dick only halfway in her, she was writhing under him in a delirium of arousal. Part of him enjoyed the sensations her sweet virgin cunt gave him. And part of him enjoyed the sight of her giving it for the first time.
"Ah baby, sweet baby," he whispered to her, care- fully thrusting his weight forward with each drive so as to caress the sensitive trigger of her clit. The way she was shuddering under him, the little filly, he felt like the finish line wasn't far away. Her soft hands pawed at his back and shoulders, and her slender legs lifted instinctively, helping him to get deeper in.
Ian could still hear Jeanette moaning beside them, could still hear her breathless, passionate gasping, and he knew that he had only warmed her up with that first orgasm. By the time he had finished with Tina, she would be ready to take his cream, ready for him to sock it to her all the way. A glance out of the corner of his eye revealed that Jeanette was propped on one elbow, watching him screw her virgin cousin with an expression of insatiable lust Ughting up her gorgeous blue eyes.
"Nnnngggnhh!" Tina moaned, and he felt her passion rise to sudden new heights. She was in virginal pain, but her arousal was driving her over the edge, forcing her to thrust herself towards a climax no matter what. Ian felt the tight bud of her clit palpitating against him, felt the taut walls of her cunt beginning to spasm in uncontrollable ecstasy, and he slammed his gargantuan prick home in perfect rhythm with the demands of her desire.
"Nnnnh ... nnnhhhh ... aaauuugghhhhr Tina screamed, nearly strangled by the galvanic force of the explosion that rocked her.
The feeling of her climax bursting against his throbbing prick nearly sent him over the edge. Her cunt walls clutched and massaged him so delightfully that it was everything he could do to hang onto his load. But he did. He wanted to shoot it in Jeanette. Gritting his teeth to hold his balls together, he smiled to himself. He had come to deliver to Jeanette, and deliver he would! In only a few short minutes, if he guessed right.
Slowly, like waves ebbing after high tide, the spasms in Tina's cunt ceased, and he felt her muscles beginning to relax and release him. He wasted hardly a second. Lifting his weight from her collapsed body, he braced himself on his hands, pulled his rod from her still pulsating snatch and rolled over. Jeanette was lying close, on her side, facing away from him. The sight of her naked, vulnerable ass gleaming in the moonlight, undulating with unfulfilled desire, fired him to the breaking point.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh ...!" she gasped, feeling him coming at her and knowing what he would do. She wanted him again, wanted him so much that she had forgotten everything but that.
He took his stiff dick in his fingers and placed it at her opening from behind. She was hot as a furnace, and soaking wet.
"Do it," she screamed harshly. "Fuck me, oh God please, fuck meee!" Her words were half muffled by the soft bed of dry leaves in which her face was buried, but the meaning was clear. The lady was hot beyond control. Ian brought his hand down firmly in a sharp smack across her shapely ass. Around his handsome mouth played a satisfied smile. He liked his women randy, and he liked his women brave. He had to admit that Jeanette was both, because she had taken a lot of chances in letting this happen tonight.
"Kneel up!" he commanded. "Come on, give me that sweet ass, hard and high, right where I can get at it!"
She rocked back on her knees then, moaning softly, offering her succulent cunt hole to him to violate. It lay like a glistening red flower, nestled between the white globes of her swaying buttocks. Just the sight of it fired him to explosion level. It was an added charge that Tina was watching the whole thing, Tina, whose virginity he had just claimed, whose cunt he had just taught to know the feel of a plowing cock.
He guided his swollen prick to Jeanette's hole and shoved forward without a minute's hesitation. The way her passage grabbed at him, parting as easily as butter sliced by a hot knife, he knew that she would come fast
"Ohhhhhhhhl" she screamed, and shoved back to meet him.
Ian thought of nothing then but the delicious sensations that filled his cock, the rising fire in his veins, and the pulsating tattoo of rhythmic fucking, the pace with which he drove his weapon home into her defenseless depths. She was as open and willing inside as he could possibly have wanted. The downward angle of her canal let him get further into her than he had when she was on her back, and he felt as if he would drive his gigantic erection right through the top of her head.
"Uuuhhnnnhh, ahhhnnnhhhh," she cried out in low wailing moans, taking each forceful blow of his pelvis with a shudder of ecstasy. Her luscious tits were hanging down beneath her, jiggling enticingly, and Ian slid his hands under her and grabbed at them. The big rosy nipples poked into his palms, filling him with lewd excitement and he squeezed the ripe boob flesh until she screamed.
"Ah, baby, I love your sweet ass," he murmured hypnotically, loving the way she was going completely out of control for him, throwing her cunt at him in a frenzy of desire. The air was filled with her strangled cries, and with the wet smacking noises of his belly connecting with her ass, of his rod sphering her hole. Off to the side Tina lay huddled, watching, whimpering softly.
"Soon, baby, soon ..." Ian murmured through gritted teeth as he felt a sweet heat Kghtning swell and spread from his groin through his whole body. His cock trembled on the edge of explosion, savoring the last exquisite sensations before the fireworks. "Come on, do it for me, do it for me," he urged, trying to shove her over the precipice into orgasm.
"Ahh ... ahhh ... NOW!" he yeUed, and a jolt of cream shot from his prick and drenched her insides, filling him with a pleasure so intense that it threatened to take the top of his head off.
"Ohh, ohhhh my God!" she moaned, and he felt her cunt give shudder after deep shudder against his cock as her climax welled up and burst inside her. He kept pumping it into her, squeezing every last drop of ecstasy from the moment. His hands closed around her tits like steel, and his balls banged hard against her dripping, velvety ass cheeks. He rode it to the end and, when he was satisfied, pulled his prick from her soaking hole and stood up.
Quietly, coolly, without a word, he began to dress. His urge for pleasure had been fulfilled, and now it was time to get back to the business. Jeanette rolled over and watched him, a dazed and awed expression in her lovely eyes. Ian reached into his breast pocket extracted the little bag of diamonds, and tossed it to her. She caught it against her big, beautiful tits.
Then he picked up Jeanette's crumpled dress, shook out the packet of money, pocketed it smoothly and blew her a kiss. He smiled at Tina for a long moment, then turned on his heel and started out of the woods.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Jeanette called. "What?"
"Next, I mean. Where are you going next?"
It was about the longest conversation they had had in that encounter. Against his better judgement, he told her. "Nice."
She smiled. "Go to a bar called Le Bistro. Ask for a girl called Lisa," said Jeanette mysteriously. Her smile widened. "I've never had a man as fantastic as you in my life. You deserve to meet Lisa!"
"Thanks," Ian bowed suavely. "Au revoir." Then he turned swiftly and was gone.
Chapter Three
"Look, ah ... I don't like to interfere when it comes to your judgement regarding broads," said Max cautiously, T ut it seems to me that I smell a possible rat here."
"Sure," Ian responded flippantly. "I'd think you were losing your nose if you didn't. In every sweet, pretty pussycat there lurks a possible rat. I'm just disposed to take my chances and go and find out, that's all."
"Mmmm ... that little Jeanette and partner really got you steamed up, didn't she?"
Ian narrowed his eyes, momentarily concentrating on taking a bend in the road at a spanking speed. It was several hours after dark, and he was pushing the Porsche on to Nice as recklessly as he dared, anxious to get on with the business of their trip. He'd told Max everything that had transpired in the thicket, and about how Jeanette had mentioned Le Bistro. Predictably, Max had reacted with caution and suspicion. Every time Ian was ready to go out on a limb, Max was ready to play it safe, and vice versa. That way they kept each other alive.
"No, it isn't exactly that," Ian mused aloud. "Maybe you're right. Maybe Jeanette is a double agent, and this 'Lisa' business is a trap. But if that's it, then I want to know the score, flush out the enemy and hit them before they hit me. Don't worry, I'll play it cool."
"Uh-hunnh! And Til cover the bushes as usual. Right?"
Ian laughed. "Right. It's your job, Max, it's your jobF he teased. But silently he was already lusting for Lisa and adventure and, by the time they pulled into Nice, he was hot enough to settle for anyone.
They found Le Bistro with no trouble. Parking the Porsche, Ian took a practiced look at the place, and it didn't strike him as fantastic. "It's not exactly the Ritz," he remarked wryly as they walked towards the door. "Looks like an American hang-out. Well, anyway, even if Lisa turns out to be as homely as her surroundings, I'm game for the adventure. I've gotta get a woman!" he finished fiercely, and stepped inside.
At that precise moment an absolutely gorgeous broad came flying into him so hard as to nearly knock him over. Even in the dim light he could tell she was a classy piece.
"Ooofff!" exclaimed Max, who was right behind. "You got one now!"
The girl had hit Ian with such force that it was a damn good thing Max was there, because he had to catch them both. Ian felt his arms wrapped around her voluptuous body for a few enticing moments. Then she pushed away from him and regained her balance.
Immediately he saw that they had walked into the middle of a fight. Two men were squared off in the center of the room, tables shoved haphazardly aside to give them space. From the way they were looking at the girl, Ian gathered that the fight was about her. She had regained her balance, but still was sticking to him Eke glue for protection.
"Hey, what is this?" asked Ian coolly, looking from her to the men. He had a hunch that one of them had shoved her. And he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. Women being tossed around was one thing that really got Ian's goat. There was a dead silence in the bar, punctuated only by the heavy breathing of the two fighters.
"None of your business, fella," snarled the shorter of the two. "You'll stay out of this if ya know what's good for ya!"
"I tried to stop them," said the girl breathlessly, turning to Ian. "They were fighting over me, Tommy and Dick were fighting over me and I tried to make them see reason, only they wouldn't and ..."
"... they shoved you?" said Ian grimly.
"Yes ..." she began eagerly.
"Shut up, Lisa," one of them growled. "This ain't no business for a stranger."
Ian took it all in quickly. This was the mysterious Lisa, and these two American bums were fighting over her, giving him the perfect opening. His identity was covered. He took her gently by the arm and placed her body behind his, all in one swift motion.
"I think it is," he said evenly. 'It's a stranger's business where a woman's safety is concerned."
He was aware that Max was behind him, so that Lisa was sandwiched safely between them. He could feel her trembling fearfully against them both. Her voluptuous breasts pressed excitingly into the muscles of his back. He was taut now, like a cat ready to spring. But first he would try to solve the thing peacefully. Ian wasn't a fighting man by nature. But he could sure as hell fight if he had to.
"Now look," said Ian placatingly, moving forward a few steps, "suppose you tell me what this is all about? I'm sure you two can work out your differences without disturbing the lady here ..."
"I told you, fella, that this was no business for a stranger!" the short one growled. "Ya better get out while the gettin's good ," he added darkly.
"Well now look ..." Ian began, advancing a few steps forward. He was still trying to solve the dispute peacefully. He was acutely aware of the tension in the room. Nobody moved. Everyone's eyes, including the bartender's, were fixed on the three of them.
"Well now you look!" snarled the man. He was obviously trying to hold Ian off, trying to keep him from intruding on what was a very important and very private matter. There was another short silence.
"I'm sure," said Ian pleasantly, "that all this can be settled reasonably, if only ..."
"Oh you're sure, are you?" the short one sneered. "I don't think you know very much about it big man!"
Ian was well aware that he didn't but he was attempting to find out. He noticed that the short surly one seemed to have something clutched in one of his hands.
'Well, maybe I don't but I'm willing to help ...* Ian began, moving forward purposely. He thought he could still effect a reconciliation if he handled it right
But just at that moment the short guy raised his hand, opened his palm, and something gold flashed in the center of it "Harry, catch!" he called out He was taking aim, getting ready to throw to his buddy, who stood ringside, watching the fight
Suddenly Ian heard Lisa gasp behind him, felt her soft hands pressing against his back, anxiously, desperately almost He saw the gold thing gleam in the man's hand and didn't have the faintest idea what it was. All he knew was that it was something vitally important to Lisa. Suddenly the man lifted his hand to toss it.
"Get it!" Lisa screamed as it began to sail through the air.
Because of the urgency in her voice, Ian didn't stop to ask stupid questions. He lunged forward without a second thought, and snatched the thing like a fly ball right out of mid-air. For a moment-a split second, really-he stood there in the center of the bar with the hard gold object in his hand.
Then all hell broke loose.
Both guys dived on him, one from each side, pum-meling him like they were out to kill. He felt a fist in his guts, a fist in his jaw, and suddenly it was like five guys were on top of him pounding him furiously. For a moment he was stunned, too surprised to react.
Then he felt a powerful arm locking him around the neck and that woke him up. He knew he was in a fight for real now, and he sprang into action.
He dug an elbow into the guts of the guy behind him, breaking the stranglehold. At the same time he lashed out with a left, just catching the jaw of the dark-haired fellow, the tall one. He didn't know which was which, but he didn't care, he'd beat them both.
The darker one was stunned, giving him time to whirl and meet the challenge of the short blonde bastard. But he was too slow. The guy caught him with a gut punch. He staggered.
Lisa screamed.
The sound was like a shot in the arm to Ian. He was getting into it now, getting worked up about it reckoning he could plaster these two idiots if he played it right And that little beauty that he was fighting for-well, he hadn't known her longer than sixty seconds, but those big tits nudging his back and Jean-nette's recommendation were all the encouragement he needed.
He lashed out with a right and caught the blonde one across the jaw, made him stagger. He turned around just in time to catch the dark-haired guy recovering himself and coming after him. He landed a left, a neat connection that snapped the guy's head back and made a sharp sound that echoed in the tense, silent room. The fellow staggered backwards into an empty table, noisily upsetting some drained glasses.
Ian whirled again to see the blonde one coming at him. He'd recovered, and was charging now like a wild bull Ian didn't know what the fuck this fight was about But whatever it was it was something important and it probably had something to do with that gold thing that he had caught that thing that had gotten him into it all.
Where is it? he murmured hazily to himself. The last thing he recalled was having it in his right hand. But he must have dropped it the moment he used his right for the first time. The Hght-haired bastard was coming at him fast but he snatched a second to look for the gold thing on the floor. He spotted it a few feet away from him, lying there shining like a prize.
As he punched and parried, Ian's stream of consciousness went to work. It's entirely possible, he thought as he coolly landed a bull's eye on the blond fellow's jaw, that this fight has more to it than meets the eye. These guys are Americans, and they're toughs. Just the type who can be bought to play cat and mouse games with big fish like me. Then he came out of his reverie and lifted his chin just in time to make it convenient for the dark-haired guy's fist.
Ian reeled for an instant stung. Then he came back full force, battering with his fists like hammers. He was blood-red mad now, and these bastards didn't stand a chance. Ill kill 'em, he seethed, 111 kill 'em bothl He was driving forward, trying to polish the dark one off before the blonde recovered. The dark-haired guy was staggering beneath his blows, but parrying well, getting in a damn good shot or two now and then. Ian had to admire him, the shit, he was a hell of a good fighter...
"You hnnnnhhh!" the dark guy gasped as Ian hit him one to the belly. He crashed into a table, knocked it into another, sent empty glasses flying in all directions.
By this time, the crash of breaking glass was music to Ian's ears. He felt his fists stinging from the impact of the punches, felt his blood boiling in his veins from the excitement This was just what he needed, yessir, just exactly what he needed! It was almost better than fucking. Almost
Ian was very conscious of Lisa's eyes following him the whole time. He felt them burning into him, those dark liquid orbs, and it set the fire burning in his tool even stronger than before. He could feel his cock throbbing like a gigantic machine, thrusting forward almost as powerfully as his fists. His blood tingled, fired to the boiling point by arousal, and by the gut-level intensity of the fight
Ian turned to face the blonde one, feeling pretty sure that the dark-haired guy was benched for a while. At least long enough for him to get in a few good punches. The short little bastard came at him, seething, his blonde hair in disarray over his face.
He circled for a while, trying for an opening. But Ian was good. He knew his business, when it came to mis. He could lick 'em both. He circled with the blonde guy in the center of the floor, well aware that all eyes were on them. He was glad Max hadn't stepped in.
Max knew better, Ian thought as he danced around waiting for a punch. Max knows that it's my fight and that I won't need him unless somebody goes dirty on us, Ian grinned to himself.
His fists were punching at the air, trying to entice the light-haired fellow into his fatal knock-out Unless someone goes dirty on us, Ian grinned to himself, I've got this one in the bag. He felt the blood surging in his veins like water out of the Hoover Dam with all the gates open. The way he felt tonight, Ian knew he could fight ten guys at once and kill 'em all.
While he circled, clenching and unclenching his fists, he carefully dodged the slippery surface of the broken glass. It lay scattered all over the floor, shining like diamonds in the dim light.
Then, in among the shattered fragments of glass, he saw it again, the thing they were fighting for. Whatever it was. It gleamed a bright gold, lying there against the floor. He was aware that his opponent saw it now too, and was trying to get to it
Then he saw Lisa out of the corner of his eye. She had broken away from Max's protective grip, and was sneaking forward on her hands and knees through the broken glass, struggling to reach that golden object.
But then he had no time to think, because the guy rushed him, aimed a punch, missed. Ian connected a left to his jaw, but left himself uncovered, and caught the guy's right fist out of nowhere.
He staggered, but hammered back. He let blow after blow fall from his powerful fists, giving the fellow no time to think, forcing him into a corner. They slipped and slid on the broken glass, unable to find a foothold. They were grappling together now on that treacherous ground, both of them knowing that if one of them fell, there'd be a good slice or two awaiting him.
Ian struck out, missed, skidded. Jesus, he thought, going down in broken glass is not quite my idea of a fair finish! His mouth twisted coolly and he redoubled his efforts.
The next strike connected, a right to the jaw, and the blonde fellow went spinning, skidding on that diamond-like floor. He was coming back, both fists ready, and Ian was gauging which one to expect, ready to parry them both, determined to finish him off this time around. He had him now, and he knew it! The guy was exhausted, he was staggering.
All the time Ian had been keeping his ears cocked behind him for action from the dark-haired fellow. In the few seconds since he'd knocked him, Ian had been waiting for return action from that quarter. He was just about thinking it was time to turn around and check that out when...
"Aaauugghhh!" he heard behind him, at the same time as he heard a bloodcurdling yell escape from Max's throat
Ian spun around. The dark guy had come back from dreamland and was quietly sneaking up on Ian from behind, taking aim to bean him over the head with a bottle. Max's powerful fist in his gut had put an end to that dirty work.
"Thanks, Maxie!" Ian smiled, turning back to finish off the other fellow. "C'mon, Shorty," he taunted, "might as well send your kisser this way, 'cause it's all over now!"
"Uugghhh!" gasped the dark guy as Max scored. A nice one right to the chin, from the neat sound of it Ian thought to himself.
"Why you ... sonuvab ... teach you to meddle .. panted "Shorty", lurching unsteadily at Ian.
Ian waited for him with relish, grinning, listening to the crack of Max's pulverising fists ringing out behind him. In another thirty seconds they'd polish this off, between the two of them.
"Wipe up the floor with that bastard, Maxie!" Ian called over his shoulder; and then "Shorty" lashed out, and Ian turned into a whirlwind, a dynamo of power, all his concentration centered in his thrashing blows.
A few seconds later, Ian heard a crash behind him. "One down!" he sang out, "And one ...to ... GO!!"
"Shorty" reeled and fell with a heavy thud, out cold. Panting, Ian turned to Max behind him and they shook hands, grinning silently. Then Ian turned to look for Lisa, but he didn't have to look very hard, because she had come running up to him, her eyes shining with admiration and gratitude.
Ian got a good look at her then for the first time. It made him feel like he'd been hit in the jaw again. He decided that, double-cross or no, she was worth it She was an Italian type beauty, with lush hips, a graceful waist and the most mouth-watering breasts he had ever seen. Whatever the risk, he'd find out about Lisa. Her skin-tight dress was cut down in front almost to the navel, and her huge boobs thrust themselves out proudly, firm and ripe.
With every breath she took, her nipples threatened to push in to view, and Ian found it hard to tear his eyes off her tits and-look her in the face. The face was just as good-a sensuous, pouting mouth, dark eyes with thick lashes, and an olive toned skin that shone like satin. She lifted her hand then, and dangled the gold thing they'd been fighting for right in the deep crack of her cleavage.
"I think," she said softly, "that you're the guy who ought to have this."
He took a closer look at it and saw that it was a golden key, hanging from a fancy yellow satin ribbon.
"What ..." he began, mystified. But she didn't let him finish.
"C'mon," she said, taking him seductively by the arm, 'let's go find out."
He didn't know what the hell she was up to, but he wasn't a man to ask dumb questions where a piece of snatch like this was concerned. If there was something she had to find out he'd be more than happy to help her, yessir, especially if they could find it out lying down!
He tipped Max off that he was leaving, and then Lisa led him in silence the two blocks to her apartment. He let it happen that way. Minus the Porsche, he was better off incognito. It was best that she should think he was just some hot American John. Which he was, right now. He could smell her perfume on the soft night air, and could hear her nylon stockings swishing together when she walked.
This better be good, he thought to himself, 'cause I'm so hot by this time...
"Here we are," she said suddenly. She unlocked a door, led him inside, then bolted it behind her. She turned on a soft light went to the radio and put on some soft music, then turned to face him^ smiling.
The fact that she didn't say anything was a fantastic turn-on. Good, Ian breathed silently. Class. It's just my style.
Slowly, staring right at him with her big dark eyes, she began unfastening the front of her dress. There wasn't much to unfasten, and in a flash the black, slinky thing was in a heap on the floor at her feet Then she stepped right out of it and, without a word, began to undulate towards the bedroom.
She was clad only in a black lace bra and panties, with a red satin garter belt underneath, to which her shimmering stockings were fastened. She wiggle-assed to the door of the bedroom, fluffing her hair seductively over her voluptuous shoulders. She turned, smiled mysteriously, then bent down and took off both her high heels, giving Ian a jolt of her cleavage that was like a shot in the groin.
"Well?!" she whispered, running a wet pink velvet tongue over her hps.
Ian lost no time then, moving towards her, stripping himself naked as he went, still suspecting a double-cross but figuring he would cross that bridge when he came to it. Meanwhile he intended to enjoy himself no matter what it cost him.
She was on her back on the bed, skinning herself out of the panties and bra, letting her huge boobs flop free, exposing the shining roundness of her firm ass cheeks. Ian dropped his pants and his pole shot out like a battering ram, ready for instant action. His blood was throbbing in his engorged prick now, and pounding in his temples so that he could hardly see straight. She spread her graceful legs, scissoring wide so that he could see straight into the glistening treasure that he was about to claim. The red satin garter belt and the stockings made an erotic frame for her beckoning slit and the curly dark bush of her pussy fur.
"Oh, baby!" Ian gasped, coming down on top of her like an Olympic diver starting out to swim the big race.
His thick pole charged forward, the blunt head of it slicing open her wet cunt lips with ease. He groaned with deep ecstasy as he felt himself sliding so quickly into that deep dark heaven. One plunge and he was in.
"God!!" Ian gasped out sharply.
"Aaahhhh ..." Lisa sighed deeply, feeling her eager canal swallowing up his big weapon voraciously.
He bent his head to her silky neck, kissing and licking like a hungry man at a feast, so aroused that he hardly knew where to begin. He wanted to swal- low her all at once, drink her in, devour her luscious-ness. He ground against her, struggling to bury himself in her hot tightness, mashing his pelvis to hers with bone-crushing force.
Her tits jutted up against his chest, velvety soft and a delicious contrast to his muscular hardness. He twisted his shoulders back and forth, caressing himself with the huge snowy mounds, loving the way they flopped and jiggled under the pressure of his body. Her nipples were poking up now, growing dark and tight, punching into his chest so deliciously that it drove him fairly wild.
He bent and buried his face in the rich boob flesh, at the same time beginning to hump his prick in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Back and forth, from one stiff nipple to the other his tongue lashed, licking and stroking skillfully.
"Ahhnnnnhhh!" she moaned as his mouth caught one heaving, tit, sucked it in hotly, covered it with delicious wetness. He sucked and pulled at it, feeling how this fired her passion, feeling her rosebud nipple grow hard as a rock against his tongue.
At the same time his hands were roaming all over her, stroking and massaging the supple shoulders, then sliding down the exquisite curve of her waist to her thrashing hips. She was bucking up off the bed now, shoving and withdrawing, pushing and pulling as if she wanted to impale herself on his pulsating rod. He grabbed her ass cheeks from underneath, kneading the flesh in his powerful hands, lifting her up so that he could pound deeper and deeper.
"Nnnhhhh," she whimpered, tossing her head wildly against the pillow, "it's good, oh yes, that's sooo good ..."
"Hot baby, sweet, beautiful baby," Ian breathed into her satiny boob flesh. She was glistening with perspi- ration now from her efforts, and he began to lick it up from the deep crack of her cleavage, inhaling the wonderful smell of her perfume mixed with her sweat. He felt her quivering in every muscle as she strained up at him now, offering herself as a willing sacrifice to his engorged desire.
"You're so lovely, my fine hot princess," he cooed into her ear. Then, "Give it to me, princess," he rasped in a voice harsh with power and desire. "Give it all to me, everything you've got... I"
"Yes, oh God, yes!" Lisa rasped out, her breathing ragged and uneven. "You're so big, ohhhh ... so big ..."
He pumped it into her in a rapidly increasing rhythm, feeling how her hips begged him to go faster, slam deeper, take her all the way to heaven. The sweet steaming walls of her canal clutched at his prick tighter and tighter, and he could feel the spasms beginning in the depths of her body. His hot balls banged hard against the sweaty satin of her inner thighs, and each time he lunged forward the urge to shoot grew stronger in his guts.
Can't do that, he grinned to himself, gotta hang on, give this little lady a real ride for her money. Wanta make this last forever, stay buried in this sweet piece of glory for as long as I can!
"Take my rod," he breathed, "take my big rod ..."
"Mmmmmm, ahhh, nnnnnhhhhhhh," Lisa choked out, throwing her legs around his waist and slamming herself upward with frantic force. Her little heels dug sharply into his straining back, and her fingernails dug his shoulders with all the raw abandon of a cat in heat He could feel her climbing, soaring, nearing the dizzying edge of sheer ecstasy. Ian's pulsating tool gave one last pile-driving shove, so hard that he felt as if he split her in half.
"Aauugghhh!" Lisa shrieked, wrapping herself around him [ as if to pull his whole body into her womb. Stars flashed before her eyes and she felt her insides convulse again and again as the glories of orgasm ripped through her flesh.
She bucked and writhed, totally lost in the soaring sensations that rippled through her body as if they would never stop. Ian stayed with her all the way, keeping perfect pace with the needs of her climax, pumping fiercely at first and then slowing, gradually bringing her down. At last she lay back against the pillow limply, released his shoulders, and gazed up at him with a glowing smile. Her mysterious, limpid eyes burned into his, firing his arousal all over again.
"Mmmmm ... nice," she whispered to him, her satisfaction with him very clear from the enraptured expression of her face.
Ian smiled his slow, cool smile. "That was only an appetizer," he said enticingly. "Stay around for the main course."
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," Lisa laughed, tossing her dark curls flirtatiously, "not when I've got a dick as big as yours to entertain me. I'm not through with you yet you know," she finished with a tantalizing glance.
"Glad to hear it," Ian breathed, beginning to kiss her delicate neck again, feeling his rod burning like fire, still stiff and potent inside her. He withdrew slowly, savoring every excruciating moment Just sliding out of her like that was almost enough to make him blow his load. The snub nose of his weapon popped from the swollen hps of her hole with a delicious sucking sound.
He knelt between her spread-eagled legs and began to peel off the delicate stockings, first one and then the other. Skillfully his fingertips caressed her as they moved, searching out every minor erotic zone along the slender length of her limbs. She watched him with pleasure, and already her voluptuous breasts were beginning to heave again with aroused breathing. "
Then Ian unfastened the fancy red satin thing from around her waist, pulled it free, tossed it on the floor. He sat back and looked at her lewdly, drinking in the sight of her vulnerable nakedness. Her snatch was spread open, the lips swollen and distended, a tantalizing reddish-pink. He slid his hands forward, stroked the delicacy of her inner thighs, then slipped his forefinger into her slit and put it directly on her button.
Instantly he felt her clitoris jerk with excitement, stabbing up against him in instant arousal. He manipulated it slowly and with skill, running his finger in circles around the steadily tightening flower of it, enjoying the slippery smoothness of her sex juice as he rubbed. All the while, he stared at her blatantly, seeking to fire her need with his burning, suggestive gaze.
"Mmmmmmm," murmured Lisa, "I like that, big man. I like that a lot." Her tongue began to play in and out of her lips, beckoning to him tantalizingly, leaving a dewy moisture over her sensuous mouth. She raised her hands to her big breasts and lifted them towards him invitingly, smiling with delight when she saw how much this turned him on.
His finger was moving in widening circles now, slipping down now and then to caress the rim of her hole. He was teasing her, playing her like a fish on a line, and she loved it She wriggled her hips feeling the wetness flowing down there again, feeling that delicious burning ache starting up. He got closer and closer to her cunt mouth, began darting and jabbing just barely inside it. He could see from the rhythm starting in her pelvis that she was getting ready again. Suddenly he slid his finger, slathered with juice, down to the sensitive puckered mouth of her ass hole.
"Ahhhhh, do it!" Lisa gasped, going suddenly tense all over with joy. He loved the way her delicate muscles corded and became defined under the satin blanket of her skin.
"You like that don't you?" he murmured. A slight edge of hardness, of coldness in his voice made it doubly thrilling. "Yess ..." he hissed, "you like it back there, don't you?"
"Ohhhhhh ... ohh ...!" Lisa exclaimed in a strangled voice. She was squirming around now, her eyes heavy-lidded as if she were in a hypnotic trance. Her hips jabbed downward, begging him to stick it in, trying to coerce his finger into the hot depths of her anus. He circled teasingly, lubricating her ass hole with her streaming cunt juice.
He worked deeper and deeper, until suddenly the tight opening gave way and his finger slid smoothly in, making her catch her breath in a knife-sharp gasp. He could feel how the tight walls clutched and grabbed, sucking him in. He worked at her carefully, gently, watching her face. Her eyes had fluttered and closed, the dark lashes casting exquisite shadows down her delicate cheeks. Her mouth worked, her pearly teeth grabbing and biting at her sensuous lips. Her beautiful face was contorted with expressions of raw pleasure.
Ian thought that she was the most erotic vision he had ever seen, lying there like that abandoning her flesh to him completely, giving him everything she had. The rhythm of her squirming pelvis was echoed in the twisting shadows of agonized ecstasy that played over her facial features. She was naked to him, body and soul.
Beads of sweat broke out on Ian's forehead as he watched her, and his groin throbbed with a pulsating pain of need. Jesus, he thought, what a hell of a woman! He knew that when he finally got into her again he'd have one hell of a load to deliver.
"Ohhh," Lisa moaned, beginning to writhe desperately against the bed, "do it to me again! Please ..." she gasped, "please... I need your big thing..."
Slowly, tantalizingly, Ian pulled his finger from her ass hole and slid it up the length of her slit Her body jackknif ed in a spasm of ecstasy, and then she shuddered all over. In one smooth motion he slid his arms beneath her and turned her onto her belly, then drew her weight backwards so that she was resting on her knees. He jockeyed up behind her, took his tool in his hands and fitted the bulging head of it into her ass crack.
"Nnnnimhhhhhhhh!" Lisa whimpered, burying her face in the pillow, waiting for his delicious thrust, waiting to be possessed from behind.
He slid his dick slowly down over the wet ass opening, found her steaming, wide-open hole, and drove forward with his hips like a raging bull.
Lisa's scream was muffled in the pillow, but he knew it had been one of pleasure and not of pain. She was dying for him now, already aching desperately for another orgasm, for the feeling of his hot cream in her womb. She jockeyed her ass back against his pelvis as tight as it would go.
He grasped her by the shoulders, his strong fingers digging possessively into her supple, willing flesh. He kneaded and massaged with his hands, setting his hips into a steady rhythm of plunge and withdrawal His face was buried in the thick fragrance of her hair, and the perfume rising from her sweaty neck drove him nearly wild. He lashed out with his teeth, began to bite her on the delicate nape, shoving forward at the same time in a driving rhythm. His balls banged hotly on the firm marble mounds of her ass cheeks. He was buried in her as deep as he could go, felt the nose of his prick nudging to the end of her tunnel
Her cries of pleasure were desperate now, unintelligible, fired by raw animal passion. She rocked on her knees, meeting his rhythm skillfully, letting him penetrate her body as deeply as it was possible to go. He lifted his face and saw how her long, sexy fingernails were clawing at the pillow, clutching and scraping in a joyous frenzy.
"Ahh, my tigress," Ian breathed against her neck, "you're the sweetest heaven there is. I'll give it to you, give it to you just the way you like it!" The cool edge to his voice, detached in spite of his passion, gave her a strange erotic thrilL
He left her shoulders then, sliding his hands down and under her to grab at the free-swinging orbs of her breasts. She gasped in instantaneous excitement as his rock-hard fingers closed around the rich, sensitive breast flesh. Instantly he felt her nipples go harder than ever, poking into his palms with a desperation of desire. He kneaded and massaged the opulent mounds, loving the velvety feel of them spilling through his fingers.
At the same time his teeth nippled insistently at her sensitive shoulders, and his tongue lashed out from time to time in a licking caress. Her body shivered and shuddered beneath him, totally possessed by him, totally at his command. Each spot of erotic sensitivity that he found, he worked on with skill, taking fierce pleasure in the way she reacted. She was Kke a fine filly with a soft mouth, perfectly trained to the bit With hardly any effort at all-a lick here, a nip there-he could make her do exactly what he wanted her to. She was giving mm \he ride oi Yas n�e, mis fine thoroughbred mare, and he was having a rip-roaring time of it. All the way to the finish line.
Yessir, Ian grinned to himself, all the way to the goddamn finish line! He felt his load gathering inside him like a cloudburst, pushing and shoving to be set free, billowing up in his balls so that he had to grit lus teeth to hold it But every second that he held hack was one more second of pleasure for him, and he dug into his work with relish, putting off that final explosion of glory as long as he could.
He'd come again that night be knew. He'd let Lisa catch her bream, recover from his powerful onslaught and then he'd take her again. Take her as she never had been before, show the little lady the time of her life. He'd get it up again, and they'd go on until dawn...
"Aauugghhh!" Lisa cried as a jolt of pure liquid fire shook her trembling flesh. She was getting frantic now, zooming to the pinnacle of her need so fast that it made her feel faint Ian buried his face in her back and felt the delicate beads of perspiration bathing him. A smacking sound filled the room as their sweaty bodies met and parted again and again, slamming and separating with frenzied passion.
He squeezed her huge tits so hard that she gave a muffled scream of pain. But she loved it Ian knew that she loved it and his mouth twisted into a grin of sheer pleasure.
"Do it for me, princess, give it all to me," he said commandingly, his voice as cold and smooth as a steel sword, his teeth clenched from his concentration on orgasm. "Any minute now, any minute ..
The battering sledge hammer of his prick was plowing her cunt hole mercilessly now. He could feel the wet walls of her canal clutching at him, drawing him in, stiaining for glory. His muscles tensed as he raced for the finish. He felt his load building, building, every nerve in his body consumed with erotic fire. His heart pounded and his head soared as he moved into that last stretch before the spurt of relief and glory.
"Any ... minute ..." Ian panted, feeling as ii he was about to lose consciousness.
"Aaauuugh!" the scream was ripped from Lisa's very guts, and he felt her cunt walls ripple in the onset of orgasm.
"... NOW!" Ian bellowed, feeling his load rush down his stalk and burst inside her like fireworks. He shot and shot his pole jerking frantically in the tight sweet bed of her canal. He poured jolt after jolt of steaming cream into her eager, waiting depths. He felt her clutching at him, drawing it out of him, sucking him dry.
They grappled together on the bed for several minutes, lost in the throes of passion, completely absorbed in each other. Wave after wave of ecstasy broke over Ian's flesh, threatening to drown him. He felt like he was pouring his entire body into the succulent cavern of this mysterious woman. He let himself go, loving every minute of it trying to make it last as long as possible.
But finally his boner was dry, and he collapsed on the soft pillow of her flesh, totally satisfied. He rested there, feeling her rapid, heaving breath beneath him. He knew that she was totally wrung out too. They lay there for several minutes in total silence.
"Fabulous," Lisa breathed at last. "You're fabulous."
Ian grinned triumphantly into the dark fragrant haven of her neck.
"Does that mean," he asked suavely, "that I win?"
He was deliberately being vague, hoping that if she was up to dirty tricks, he could trick her back-into betraying herself.
"Win?" she laughed vivaciously. "Win what?"
T was hoping you could tell me that," Ian replied, his voice as calm and cool as ice, betraying no emotion one way or the other. He paused meaningfully. "I suppose I mean win the door prize for this charming game of roulette we're playing."
He waited for the slight gasp, the tell-tale muscular tension that, however well covered it might be, would let him know that his jab had hit home. And let her know that he was onto her. But she only laughed again, delightedly, and nuzzled her face into the pillow. Then she pulled free of him and turned over Iangorously, reached for a cigarette and lit it, exhaling seductively.
"Roulette?" she purred, teasing him with a voluptuous smile. "This is roulette we're playing?"
"Well yes,' he responded coolly, his voice tinged with irony, "some people seem to look on sex and roulette as being about the same thing." Privately he was thinking to himself that if she was out to expose him as a smuggler, she knew her job. She showed not the slightest sign of nervousness. He decided to try again.
"About that door prize..." he began. "Ah! Yes, yes, quite right; you do win it, hands down," said Lisa, She climbed gracefully from the bed and went to fetch the key, came back and dropped it into his palm, yellow ribbon and all. This was not what he'd expected, but the mystery of it all was right up his alley. She looked at him sensuously, her dark eyes glowing.
"Where are you going next?" she asked. Jesus, Ian thought to himself, the plot thickens!
Where have I heard that question before? He deliberated about half a second, then decided to go for broke. "Cannes," he replied evenly.
Lisa smiled. "When you get to Cannes," she said mysteriously, "go to the bar called Le Coq dOr, order a drink, and drop the key in plain sight on the counter. After that, things will take care of themselves."
When he finally left her, an hour or so short of dawn, Ian determined to risk one last probe into what the hell was going on. "By the way," he said casually at the door, "have you ever met a girl named Jeanette Graney? Shes American I think, so maybe you might know her." He watched her face like a hawk for the give-away.
Lisa thought a moment. Then she fixed her eyes on him solemnly, but Ian had the distinct impression there was mischief in them. "No," she said, straight-faced, "no, I never heard of her."
And Ian found himself walking the dark streets of Nice in the chilly pre-dawn, no wiser than he had been before, but with a mysterious gold key in his pocket that he had no idea what to do about.
"Use it, I guess," he muttered softly to himself. "Either it will unlock a lot of adventure for me. Or it will get me locked up."
His mouth twisted into its characteristic cool smile then, and he began to whistle softly and happily. Sex and danger. They were his favorite combination.
Chapter Four
Meanwhile Max was covering the bushes as promised. Except that, if things went as well as he planned, he'd get a little tail into the bargain. After Ian had disappeared with Lisa, Max had found himself the center of attention, being a stranger, an American, and one of the star figures in the fight
Amiably, spreading his Texas grin right and left like honey, Max took good advantage of that situation, milking the bar for all he was worth. He got two solid hours worth of free drinks, free feels, free snacks, and invitations galore. But no information. And that, for him, was not good. Finally, out of all the pieces of tail that were chasing him, Max made his selection and a matter of minutes later he was in a cozy little apartment enjoying French brandy (twelve years old), and French beauty (about twenty years old).
"Would you like another drink?" asked the luscious, dewy-eyed blond, snuggling tentatively closer to him on the sofa. Max nodded, knowing he'd pump her for the information first and get around to the sex later. Besides, Ren�e was not an easy mark. It was obvious that she wanted him, but it was also obvious that he'd have to play to get her.
Max sized her up over the rim of his brandy snifter and decided again that he'd made the right choice. Not only was she a barmaid at Le Bistro and therefore likely to know a thing or two, she was what Max liked to call "educated but unspoiled" French cunt
She was like a young Suzanne, except that she had twice the equipment and half the experience. He liked his women that way-seasoned enough to be good, yet shy enough to be fresh.
"You know," she said admiringly, "you and the other American-you were magnifique tonight It was not your fight, but you did it anyway."
"Well," said Max warmly, "in a way it was our fight You don't just watch a lady being pushed around and not do something about it" He was delighted that they were getting to the subject that interested him most, and he was warming up to ask another question when he noticed a petulant pout around Ren�e's soft young mouth.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, shrugging one shapely shoulder. "Perhaps she is what you Americans call a lad/- but I am a nice French girl, and I do not think so. She is always making trouble in the bar."
Instantly Max was on the alert "Yes? What kind of trouble?" Now, he thought I'm going to find out what that hoop-la was all about and if it was a set-up for us.
"Oh, the men, they fall all over her; it is always Lisa with them, she has only to wiggle her little finger and they don't even look at the rest of us!"
Aha, Max thought to himself, jealousy, pure and simple. He tried again. "But the fight" he persisted. "What was it all about? Why in hell would those two guys nearly kill each other over a little gold key?"
"Oh merde alors, it is always that key!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "I refuse to tell you anything about it and that is that!" Max sensed that she was losing her French temper and he'd better drop the subject and get to the sex while the getting was good. "If your friend is smart," she added darkly, "hell throw it away! And if you insist on spending the evening talking about that woman ... I"
But Max cut her off, pressing his lips to hers in an immediate answer. Ren�e gasped, stiffened; but then yielded willingly, giving up her lovely mouth to Max's demands, taking pleasure in giving it. He kissed her carefully at first, knowing damn well that a smart man wouldn't saddle a skittish mare right off the bat He mampulated her lips strongly but tenderly and, with every second, he could feel her yielding to him more deeply.
He'd kissed her several times before that night. But now, from the way she responded, Max could tell that they were getting down to business. She undulated against him, her sinuous body caressing him with every single motion she made. He was aware that without him making any effort at all, her dress was sliding down in front and slipping up at the bottom. Glancing down, he had an almost unimpeded view of furry blonde snatch encased in white lace panties. His mouth watered, and he took a chance. He parted her lips and shoved into her mouth with his tongue.
"Uuhhnnnhhh ..." Ren�e gasped, her head tipping backwards to let him in.
Bingo! Max grinned to himself. I was right. But then, I'm always right he smirked, beginning to run his strong hands up the naked reaches of Ren�e's white thighs.
She stirred fitfully in his embrace and her legs parted slightly, although he could tell that she was reluctant to give in. He stroked and caressed her, searching out the erogenous zones, touching every spring of release that he could find.
At the same time, his tongue was exploring her mouth, plunging deeply, searchingly into the hot depths of her throat. Her resistance was futile, now that she had led him this far. Max could feel her straining for him with every ounce of her being, even though she made pretensions of resistance.
"Oh Ren�e baby," he murmured hotly against her mouth, "you're such a beautiful woman. I want you. Oh God, I want you so!"
"Max, Max," Ren�e breathed, already delirious with desire. "I... I want you too ..."
Max took incredible pleasure in seeing how virginal she was, even though it was clear she'd been laid before. She was sinking back onto the couch, and Max took advantage of the moment to get rid of some clothes.
Before Ren�e quite knew what had happened, her dress was off and Max was on top of her. She felt his burgeoning prick stabbing against her stomach, leaving traces of fluid on her skin, driving her to distraction.
"Ohhhhhh ..." she moaned, abandoning herself now, leaning back against the pillows, glorying in the feeling of his hot sweaty flesh against hers. His huge pole, totally erect now, stabbed and stabbed at her, working its way down to the hot place between her thighs. She gasped, writhed uncontrollably, felt her legs opening in spite of her will. She had made it with many men before, but each time it was a new experience. Something about Max had mesmerized her. His strength, his kindness, his straightforward words...
She closed her eyes tentatively, abandoning herself to the tantalizing joy of Max's huge prick nudging into the space between her thighs. Her breath came faster and faster and her head whirled, overwhelmed by the joy of Max's body pressing against hers, sweaty flesh against flesh, raw and demanding.
"Oh yes, yes," she whispered, spreading her legs for him almost instinctively. She felt his swollen tool nudging and searching between her thighs, and it made her gasp with joy. She needed him, needed him so desperately, and now he was here, ready to fulfill her. She felt her cunt hps swell and open with desire, felt the thick nectar of her womanhood rushing down her canal and slathering her private parts.
The head of Max's weapon nudged against her, slipping and sliding in her juice, guided down her slit like a missile ready to fire.
"Max, Max," she breathed in an ecstasy of abandon, waiting anxiously for that first plunge that would make her his.
"Oh, baby," Max panted, "I'm gonna give it to ya, make ya happy, I promise. Take ya to the stars, sweetheart, and that's a deal!" '
He was at the very entrance to her hole now, searching, nudging, trying to be gentle. Max liked to do it right with broads. He liked to give it to 'em the way they wanted it, not just shove it in. He knew that that paid off because it always made it better for him in the end. Max loved a virginal land of woman. Mostly because an unplowed hole was a challenge to him.
Well, he smiled to himself, this isn't quite virgin territory, it's ground that's been plowed before. But it's still rich, moist, and French, and it takes a little special handling. And I, Max, am a Texas expert at that!
The thick tip of his pole was slowly working its way through the throbbing membranes of her cunt rim. Then he felt her release and open to him, and he slid forward as easily as a boat being launched into water.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed, lying back and wrapping her arms around him. "Yes, it's good, baby," Max muttered, sinking into the deliciousness of her body, loving that last precarious moment when her canal had parted so suddenly, trusting him, letting him in.
He buried himself in the depths of her sweet snatch, at the same time shoving his tongue into the sweet hot cavern of her mouth. Her saliva bathed him, tasting like liquid flowers. They kissed for a long time, their mouths twisting and turning together in an ecstasy of exploration. Max could never get over it, the way even an experienced woman could turn out to be a virgin twat in bed. It was always a surprise to him, but he always loved it. Virgins were his dish-and the more experienced, the better!
He was beginning a rhythm in her now, sinking and pulling out again, savoring every inch of flesh against flesh, every gut-shuddering moment of that first plowing of the field. He could feel her cunt walls stretch and expand as he drove deeper, opening to admit him, giving up their all.
She was tense at first but, as he began to work up a steady pace, she started to relax and respond, shoving her hips back at him with equal force. He bent his head to her lovely tits, feeding on the tight beauty of her nipples, watching what his tongue did to them. Each wet stroke, each lick made them look different, and he felt a pride in that.
He licked and sucked and stroked with his mouth, watching the shivers of pleasure cross her delicate flesh, watching the dark rosebuds bunch up in the center of each breast, taut and excited, begging for more. Her skin was like velvet, softer against his tongue than he had even dared to believe it would be.
"Ahhhhhhh," Ren�e murmured again, beginning to twist in intense eagerness, arching her back off the couch so that she could push her boobs more deeply into his face.
"Beautiful,'' Max murmured hotly between kisses, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had!"
"Ohhhhhh, ohh Max," Ren�e gasped, completely galvanized by his words.
Max had to smile, even as he was pounding forward to take his pleasure. Nothing worked with women like that one, it was a sure-fire thing. She was beautiful, all right, but it was stretching it a little to say what he had said, because Max had plowed a lot of cunt in his day. Anyway, no matter, as long as she believed him and they could both get it off together.
The succulence of her hot wet hole enveloped him like a second skin, and he closed his eyes tightly from the pleasure, pure pleasure, of the sensation. Every nerve in his skin was alive like new, and he thought that sparks of fire might be striking up from his body every place that it rubbed against hers. The throbbing power in his dick was gathering force now, swelling to unbelievable proportions. He felt like he had a river inside him, a river at floodtide, ready at any minute to let go.
He slowed his pace then, holding back, pulling himself down, easing off the accelerator so that he could nudge in and out of her at a cruising speed. He didn't want to go too fast, didn't want to lose the river that he felt building in his balls too soon.
"Ummmmmmm ..." Ren�e murmured blissfully as his tool began to slip and slide with excruciating delicacy against her sensitive inner parts. She twisted and turned her head back and forth against the couch pillows sinuously, just like a pleased kitten. She opened her eyes then and gazed up at him.
"MMMhbhh, I like that," she barely whispered, a hazy, dreamy expression playing over the soft features of her face.
"Yeah," Max whispered back, smiling warmly, "I like it too. You're the softest thing in the world, yknow that?"
Ren�e smiled delightedly and wriggled against the pillows again, letting her little pink tongue lick out and flicker across her lips. Her full, pouting mouth was enticingly wet now, beckoning to Max's hps like a piece of pink candy. He saw how her hair had fluffed out on the pillow as she had tossed and turned, and now it caught the light like a gossamer cloud of gold.
Wow, Max thought to himself, how beautiful, she's great! Wow, what a great, fabulous broad! And it crossed his mind again that there was something special about some women that, when you got them into bed, made 'em seem like they'd never done it with anybody before. He gave a huge sigh of pleasure and sank forward into her, burying his cock in her hole and his tongue in her pink-candy mouth all at the same time.
The throbbing, aching drive to come had eased down in him now, and he was relaxed, thoroughly enjoying himself. The big pillows of her boobs nestled against his chest, and the warm wetness of her mouth and her snatch enveloped him delieiously. It was like drifting, floating face down in one of those warm tropical seas, the ones you saw on posters that always looked good enough to eat. Only, Max grinned to himself, I don't hafta hold my breath!
He was moving steadily inside her still, just barely plunging and withdrawing, savoring every inch of the tight envelope that held his throbbing thickness. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and gazed into her dreamy blue eyes. It was so quiet that he could hear both their hearts beating. She stared straight "back at him, the delicate curve of her nostrils flaring and then relaxing with her steady, even breathing. Her eyelashes passed long lacy shadows against the pristine softness of her cheeks.
"Oh baby," Max murmured, "you are, you really are the most beautiful woman I've ever had."
And this time he meant it. Jesus, he thought to himself, it's really somethin' else the way broads get so damn beautiful when you're fucking them.
He felt the tautness in her muscles, even though she seemed relaxed, and he caught the occasional slight gasp that broke the even rhythm of her breathing. He knew the little lady needed to come. Women were like that. After you got 'em to come once-well, then it was like they were broke to the saddle, and it would be fun and games, hell bent for leather all the way after that. Any Texan knew that.
He started in on her again, sinking in and pulling out with steady, deliberate strokes. Instantly he felt her quiver all over, felt her respond with rising excitement to the vibrations his body was sending her. She wrapped her long lovely arms around his neck and began to stroke his hard-muscled back with sensi-ive fingertips. Max shivered as those delicate fingernails of hers traced patterns on his skin, hitting every erogenous zone and egging him on. Her hands were moving exactly in time to the pace of his pelvis as he slid stroke after stroke into her anxious pussy. He began to lengthen his plunges now, diving deep and then pulling slowly, teasingly back again, until only the round, ridged head of his cock still rested inside the rim of her opening.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried out, as he paused and held it there, tantalizing her.
She caught her lovely, pouty lower lip between her pearly teeth in painful ecstasy. Max felt like biting his lip too, it was that good. So damn good, just to hover there at the very mouth of her treasure, dreaming about and anticipating the next entrance.
"Uhh, uhhhhhnnnhhl" Ren�e moaned, beginning to twist her hips beggingly in an anguish of desire. Max could feel the warm, wet rim of her vaginal mouth pulling at him, enticing him to come in. He loved the way she was doing it, the way she was following his lead, letting him tease her to the point that she even teased herself. She rubbed her wet swollen cunt hps around and around on his cock head, letting the fire build to agonizing proportions inside her.
Then, as her breathing became ragged, got faster and faster, he felt her lovely little hips start urging upwards in a jabbing rhythm. Quickly, again and again, she stabbed at him with her pelvis, crying out for him to shove it in. Max closed his eyes tightly, and felt a liquid fire of pleasure well up in his blood. This was the greatest moment of all, when the sweet snatch reached for him, grabbed him, desperately begging. He felt her cunt juice slathering his cock tip, washing down in a stream to lubricate even the silken walls of her inner thighs.
He opened his eyes and saw her sapphire blue ones burning into him with a beautiful intensity that nearly blew off the top of his head. Oh man, he breathed silently, now we're gettin' somewhere, yes sir baby, now we are really gettin' on the roadl
"Ahhnnnhhhl" he groaned with sheer ecstasy, and slid forward pumping like a jack hammer.
"Ohhh!" Ren�e gasped, in delirious surprise, feeling the aching emptiness inside her suddenly filled to bursting by that delicious big thing which she wanted so much.
Max was going at it now, driving her for the top
�ower&fTy anofcM6erat:e�y. And're�k�thgeverym�?-ute of it. He felt her body tense with excitement under him, straining, straining, for the explosion of joy that was so precariously near. She had forgotten everything but him, he could tell that. She had let go of everything except the feeling of his enormous manhood, his swollen, driving weapon inside her, promising to fulfill her need. He could feel every ounce of fear and restraint and propriety fall away from her as easily as leaves falling off of trees.
Women, Max grinned to himself, are fantastic! At this point he was having to think things in order to hang on to himself so that he wouldn't blow his cool and his load before the ball game was over. Mmm-hmm, Max thought privately between gritted teeth, women sure as hell are too much, at least the best of 'em. The best of 'em-well, they seduce like virgins and then they screw like whores. Get one of the good ones to the edge of her rocks, and you've got yourself a fuckin fine ride!
"Swing it baby, do it for me ... do it," Max coaxed her, loving the expression of raw arousal that crossed her face at these words.
He slid his hands onto the swinging mounds of her tits and began to knead and massage them fiercely, still holding the jack-hammer rhythm with his pelvis. He felt his balls bouncing and mashing into the deli-ciously slippery canyon of her struggling thighs. She answered his every thrust with her own lovely hips, and he could feel her muscles shuddering as she climbed towards the peak of her desire.
His strong skilled hands left her breasts, slid hungrily down the enticing curve of her torso, and grabbed onto the rounded mounds of her ass cheeks.
"Ohh, ohhhhh!'' Ren�e gasped in a delirium of arousal, "yes, yes ..."
Max dug in with relish, feeling the satin fullness of it filling his hands completely. He lifted her hips up against him so that his pumping rod could slam to the very mouth of her womb. He pulled the two white moons of her ass apart, stimulating the anal erotic nerves and making her gasp with uncontrollable excitement. He could tell that she was almost there now, that any second now he would feel glorious golden fireworks going off inside her.
"Give it to me baby, give it to me!" Max urged, coming down hard with his mouth on her slender velvety neck in a fierce kiss of passion. He slammed home again and again, and her cunt walls clutched at him frantically, sucking him in practically up to her tits. Suddenly she quivered all over, bucked up against him, and dug her fingernails into his back.
"Yes, oh yesssss!" Ren�e screamed as her orgasm welled up and exploded inside her, drenching every nerve in her body with liquid fire. She felt as if her flesh were being ripped apart, dissolved with ecstasy. Max kept the rhythm going in her cunt, riding her all the way to the end of the glorious spasms that were shaking her to the very depths of her being. Her gasping breaths made her tits heave deliciously as she thrashed beneath him.
"Ohh, Mon Dieu ..." Ren�e murmured, as the waves of joy began to die down. She relaxed her hold on him gradually, stroking his back with the fingernails that had just frantically clawed his flesh.
"Mmmmm, that's good," Max grinned, loving the soft sensation of pleasure after the moment of pain.
His hips slowed and stopped then, and he rested on the voluptuous pillow of her nakedness, his cock still hard and huge inside her. He felt the warm wash of her cunt juice against his tool, stimulated by the force of her climax.
"Oh Max," Ren�e breathed, "that was wonderful ... soooo wonderful..." She was still gasping a little, still light in the head from the earthquake her body had just experienced.
"It sure was honey, it sure was," Max grinned, stroking the fluffy richness of her hair. "Stick around for the next one, 'cause it'll be even betterl"
"Oh Max," Ren�e laughed up at him, "you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted."
Max smiled, twisting the masses of her golden hair around his fingers, loving the seductive softness of it against his skin. Then he slid slowly backwards, easing his way down her body and letting his tool slide teasingly out of her hole.
"Nnnhhh," she gasped as she felt him go, felt the engorged head of his prick slipping past her soaking wet cunt lips. He kept easing himself backwards, running his hands down her slender waist and over the curvaceous flair of her hips. He stroked and massaged the flesh, dipping his head down to nibble wetiy at her belly. She quivered with delight as his tongue struck the erotic nerves, teasing them into awareness again. His chest was forcing her thighs to part wider and wider, and finally he slid his hands down and grasped her knees, forcing them to bend and open.
He could feel the delicious dribbles of her cunt juice getting all over his chest as he worked himself down between her legs. The rich sexy aroma of it floated up to his nostrils, giving him a tantalizing preview of what he was about to enjoy. Her fluffy blonde pussy hair tickled against his sldn, making him tense with delight
He hovered above her open, waiting snatch, loving the way it beckoned to him like a delicate pink flower glistening with dew. He parted the swollen cunt lips wide, and felt her quiver with excitement. The throbbing bud of her clit thrust itself upward eagerly, already pulsing with arousal. He dipped his face forward then, and closed his mouth hungrily over the whole gaping wetness of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Ren�e sighed, completely relaxed now, abandoning herself totally to the erotic sensations that filled her. Her hands reached out and closed around the pillows that lay scattered over the couch. She clutched and grabbed at them, her fingernails digging deeply, kneading like a cat. Her lovely head tossed fitfully from side to side as pleasure welled up in her again.
Max was sucking gently now, pulling the swollen cunt hps deeply into his mouth, drinking down the sweet nectar that flowed right onto his tongue. With his hands he kept a steady stroking rhythm going on her thighs, and he could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in response.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured, taking deep breaths of the rich pungent fragrance of her sex. Then he slid his tongue upwards and found the thrusting button of her clit She jumped with pleasure as the sudden shock of his tongue there washed over her. He began to wiggle it back and forth, stroking from side to side and then up and down. Rich waves of juice kept flowing out of her, and he sucked them in, swallowing down whole mouthfuls like honey. His tongue began to go faster and faster as he felt a rhythm starting in her hips.
Her shapely ass rose up from the couch, offering the brimming cup of her cunt hole to his lips. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to shove herself deeper and deeper against his face, trying to fill herself with the warm tantalizing wetness of his tongue. He began to lengthen his strokes, dipping down along the pussy grooves, pushing harder and harder. He could tell how she loved this from the way her hips begged him, keeping pace with the thrusts of his tongue.
Finally he slid all the way down, shoving against the rim of her hole. She cried out in ecstasy, her body bucking with the sudden spasm of excitement
"Yes, yes, fill me, eat me," Ren�e panted, lulled into a hypnotic trance of delight
Max waggled his tongue skillfully around the swollen edges of her opening. He was buried up to the nose in cunt flesh. He felt her really revving up now, getting ready for it again, getting almost frantic to have her emptiness filled again. He teased and teased, dipping into her hole and then back out again, feeling her whole body begin to shake with need.
"I want you, God, I want it so much!" Ren�e choked out slamming her hips desperately down against him. Max jabbed once more with his tongue, then licked his way up the pussy grooves, catching her clit at the end of his stroke. He swallowed the last of her sweet nectar and then came down on top of her again, enfolded by her warm welcoming arms.
All in one smooth motion he grasped her around the waist and rolled over on his back, pulling her on top of him. His huge pole jutted up from his body, pounding with desire now, desperate to find its berth, in her soft insides. He yanked her knees upwards, forcing her to straddle him, then eased her into position over his throbbing weapon. She was gasping and clinging to his neck, her fluffy hair falling in a graceful tumble over his face. He took her hips then and shoved, sitting her right down on his cock.
"Aauugghhhr she screamed, jolted with pain-pleasure as the enormous thing rammed its way home. She felt as if she was full to bursting, as if his huge rod would split her in half. Her head was spinning suddenly and she felt as if she was flying.
"Oh baby," Max grunted, driven nearly out of his mind by the sudden joy of her tight canal grasping and squeezing his prick. "Here we go, we're gonna do it now! We're gonna make it together baby, all the way to the top!"
He began pumping upwards in a frantic driving rhythm, feeling like his balls were about to burst His load welled up inside him, straining for the warm cavern of her womb. Hungrily he found her mouth, shoved her lips open and pushed his tongue in, nearly to the back of her throat. His mouth was filled with the sweet mingling tastes of her sex juice and her saliva, and he drank them all in, at the same time inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
Faster and faster his hips pumped, his engorged cock ramming her again and again. She strained backward with all her might, as if she wanted to impale herself, to split herself open with his sword.
"Ohhhhhhhh, do it do it to me, make me ... come ..." she gasped, tossing around frantically on top of him. Her tits heaved and flopped, caressing his chest driving him nearly wild with pleasure. He reached up and grabbed at the two swinging orbs as she raised herself above him. He squeezed them hard, making her cry out with intense pleasure. He felt the nipples puckering and nudging sharply into his palms.
On her face was an expression of rapt ecstasy, and her full lips glistened with his kisses. She was pumping back at him now, throwing her cunt at his rod in a total abandonment of passion. He hung on to the swollen glory of her tits for dear life, feeling his cream surging up inside him, about to shoot
"Ummnrmhhhhhh" Max gasped, giving one last driving thrust "I'm shooting in you baby, oh God, I'm filling you up!"
Jolts of ecstasy shook his body as a long jet of come burst from the tip of his prick and flooded her canal.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Ren�e screamed, falling forward against him. Her orgasm exploded like fireworks, and she could feel her cunt walls rippling and jerking as they straggled to soak up every drop of his cream. They thrashed violently, their bodies slamming together again and again as wave after wave of passion broke over them both.
Max felt her hole sucking at him, pulling him in, squeezing his balls dry. He kept pumping until the very last ounce of come was wrung out of him, until the very last ripple of ecstasy had died down. Then he felt Ren�e go limp against him, fulfilled and completely exhausted.
"Mmmrn" said Max happily, smoothing out the tangled golden masses of her hair with his big strong hands, "I can tell you one thing little lady. They don't grow 'em like you back in Texas. You're fantastic honey, absolutely fantastic!''
She gazed down at him with glowing sapphire blue eyes, indolent as a cat now that she was fulfilled. Max reflected idly what those eyes of hers might be worth on the international jewel market, and concluded that they could make him his entire fortune.
"And you, mon ch�re, you are magnifiquer Ren�e replied. "You Americans, you are always the best." Her charming, well-kissed mouth curved up into a sensuous pussycat smile. "Of course you will stay?"
Max made a mock bow to her, as graciously as a gangly Texan can while lying on his back. "Of course I will stay," he acquiesced gallantly.
For about three more hours, he thought silently, glancing surreptitiously at his watch. Then I'd better go and hunt up Ian and tell him what I know, which is next to nothing. And find out if he's still alive, which is next to important!
Chapter Five
"Well, I'll say one thing," Max remarked, casually surveying his newly shaven chin in the gilt edged mirror of their hotel room, "this little business trip of ours is turning out to be heavier on the hot cunt than on the hot ice. Heavier than we bargained for, huh?"
"... three thousand, four thousand ..." Ian muttered under his breath.
"What d'ya think, is it legit?" Max asked, running one big hand through his sandy hair to achieve the disheveled, devil-may-care look that became him so well. "Is it?"
"... five thousand, six ..." said Ian, then came out of his concentration trance to glance at his partner. "Save it buddy," he sighed, "just for two minutes, okay? I'm counting the quid and it would be nice if I got the right number of beans in the pile. Those fellas tend to get a trifle sore if you short them a thou. Seven thousand, eight..."
Max turned from the mirror and watched the neat pile of greenbacks growing on the table under Ian s expert dealing hand. It was money they would fork over to a Nice contact tonight in exchange for a mixed bag of stones, mostly top quality sapphires. His thoughts drifted back to the smashingly top quality of Rene's deep blue eyes, and he chuckled, remembering how good it had been. He strode to the window, straightened his expensive tie, hitched up his very expensive pants, and sighed contentedly.
"Things were never this good in Texas" he grinned, still thinking about the little lady with the top quality eyes.
"Nope," said Ian, "they weren't." He folded the money neatly into his breast pocket, checked his gun, slipped into his jacket and headed for the door. "Come on," he said quietly, "it's zero hour."
As the Porsche slipped sleekly through the gathering dusk towards the rendezvous, Max and Ian got down to discussing the interesting events that had taken place during their short stay in Nice.
"You know," said Max, slipping into the Texas drawl of which he was so fond, "all these mysterious broads suddenly appearing on the scene-well, I just wonder if it's legit"
"All what mysterious broads?" Ian questioned coolly. "So far I count three-Jeanette, Lisa, and the chick who wouldn't spill to you last night That's not exactly a record, you know, for two towns."
"I know, I know," Max rejoined, "but that's not my point I just smell something funny going on. Plus which my nose tells me that Lisa chick set up a new chase for us."
Ian smiled quietly, let a few tantalizing minutes go by in order to tease Max, then tightened his black gloved hands on the wheel of the Porsche and launched into a rendition of the Lisa incident ending by fishing out and displaying the key.
"Le Coq & Or, huh?" said Max musingly, turning the key over and over in his big palm. "Ever heard of it? Know anything about it?"
Ian shrugged. "Been in it before, years ago. Nice bar, some class. Lot of Americans hang out there."
"Ring a bell?"
"Sure. Le Bistro. Same. So?"
Max gave an exasperated sigh. "Look old buddy, maybe you aren't worried about what we've gotten into, but I am! Things were never like this in Texas, and I'd like to see to it that they stay that way. I smell a fuckin' rat and it makes me nervous."
Ian nodded coolly. "I agree," he said. "But wild horses couldn't hold me back from finding out what's going on."
Max sighed. "Let me put it to you this way. Who might they be most likely to set on the tail of a couple of American smugglers?"
Ian shrugged. "For a start, a couple of other Americans."
"And," Max said darkly, "what type of other Americans would they choose for this dirty little task?"
Ian smiled. "The girls, most likely."
"Ohhh!" said Max elaborately, "so you have heard of Mata Hari!"
"I wasn't born yesterday, for your information. By the way, how's your gun?"
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why? I thought you were just lecturing me about double-cross. Okay, we're coming to the contact point. Here we go, a neat load of sapphires for a smooth pile of green. Business is on, and the discussion is closed."
From there into Cannes, Max couldn't get another word out of Ian on the subject of the key. He intended to follow through, and that was that. The contact went as smooth as glass, and that night found them in Cannes outside the Coq & Or, looking the set-up over from the outside, just as before. Ian felt his cock jerk in his pants just at the thought of what might lay ahead. The spot was approximately as he remembered it.
"Either we get laid," he said coolly, "or we get laid out. Let's go." He led the way forward, throbbing inside with the challenge, reflecting that something chanced is something gained. At least he knew they sure as hell had nothing to lose by trying.
They stood for a minute inside the door, taking the place in. It was about half full with a few good looking unattached chicks draped around here and there. The other guys in the place looked pretty happy with both the chicks and the drinks, so Ian guessed that it was an all right scene, "Seems good," Ian joked to Max. "Guess we won't get poisoned on the booze from the looks of it. Let's go find out."
They sat at the bar, side by side, and Ian followed his instructions to the letter.
"Two beers," he said to the bartender.
"Uh, and a shot on the side," Max added.
"Yeah okay, and a shot on the side," Ian chimed in.
"Might as well do it right while we're at it," Max winked. "This is the best way to get started ya know."
After downing the shot Ian fished for the key and tumbled it out of his palm onto the bar so that it made just a little bit of clatter. Then they both sat there nursing their beers trying like hell to look like they knew what was up. Playing it cool. Waiting.
It didn't take long. Both of them had been running their eyes over what looked like available snatch, trying to figure out which one it would be, when suddenly Ian was aware of a woman standing at his elbow. He turned to face her and saw by her uniform that she was one of the barmaids, a smashing blonde creation with huge enticing eyes, and tits to match. Ian heard Max draw in his breath sharply just at the sight of her. The hair was peroxide blonde, and the cunt had probably been around, but Ian liked the looks of her nevertheless. Pretty clearly, the lady had a lot to offer.
She smiled and pocketed the key. Bingo, Ian smirked to himself. Then she seemed to hesitate, glancing from one to the other of them. "Both of you?" she asked, almost businesslike about it
"Uh, yeah ... yeah, I guess so," Ian responded, mystified.
"Swell," she answered, shooting him a suddenly dazzling smile, a smile that made his guts turn over and made his pants almost fall off by themselves. There was so much promise in that mouth of hers - lipsticked red and glistening, slightly hard but full of smiles-that Ian could almost feel in a flash what she would be like in bed.
"C'mon," she ordered, throwing him a suggestive smirk and giving a toss of her blonde head towards the door. "Let's go to my place." Then, "My name's Anita," she added over her shoulder, almost as an afterthought
"I don't believe it," said Max under his breath, sipping the good scotch Anita had poured for them both and relaxing on the couch in her sumptuous living room. "I just don't quite mother-fuckin' believe it"
"I knew that key would unlock some snatch for us," said Ian in a low voice. "My only question is what goes along with it and why."
Anita had disappeared into the bedroom-to dispose of her waitress outfit Ian assumed. A second or two later she came out again and he saw that he'd been right Anita's ample and vivacious curves were very thinly covered with the kind of thing his best society clients often wore. It was black, sheer, lacy and bordered around the edges with fluffy, feathery white maribou. The net effect was sumptuously smashing. It made Ian want to grab her so bad that he could taste it
"Wow!" said Max, practically dropping his drink. Ian didn't say anything. He was still trying to find his voice, because the suggestion of her nakedness, flaunted by that filmy black negligee, had gone straight to his groin and stayed there.
Anita paused in the door a moment for effect letting the two pairs of admiring eyes take her all in. Then she sauntered casually across to them, picking up a cigarette from the box on the table and lighting it with a gold lighter. As the flame flared, Ian caught the clear outline of her very beautiful face, and he knew at a glance that she was hard as nails on the outside but warm as toast within.
Pure gold, Ian thought to himself, a heart of pure gold.
Real class, Max was thinking, as he guzzled the good Scotch, this broad is real class!
Anita let the flame of the lighter linger for a moment, knowing that it ifluniinated her features and her shining white-blond hair very attractively. Then she snapped it shut and, taking a long drag on her cigarette, began to dance a little in time to the music she had put on the record player.
"Let me ... entertain you ...," she sang in a husky whiskey voice, swishing her hips seductively, "Let me ... make you smile ..."
She glanced up and saw the two of them mesmerized by her act. Max's eyes were falling out of his head, but Ian sat back comfortably and looked at her with steely blue eyes, arms folded, drink balanced in one big hand, and a pleased half smile teasing around his mouth.
"You're the one, aren't you?" said Anita, stopping suddenly and looking straight at Ian. "The one who won the key, I mean."
"I guess you could put it that way," he responded suavely. "How did you know?"
"Ohhh ... I just knew," Anita smiled coyly, and began dancing again. The way she moved, the way that filmy black thing she wore undulated back and forth with her body, Ian knew that he was being treated to an A-number one seduction. As it swished and swayed, it first concealed her gorgeous curves, and then revealed them so explicitly that he thought he would come right there in his pants.
Anita was still humming to the music as she danced around in front of them, occasionally stopping to pick up her glass from the table and down a gulp or two of Scotch. Her lips were seductively wet with the Hquor, and the smoke from her cigarette curled gracefully in the air as she moved.
Her tits, full but firm, bounced and jiggled deliciously as she expertly tantalized them with her near naked flesh and all the promise it held. Occasionally she smoothed her hands down her torso, making the gown cling tightly to her boobs so that they were clearly revealed, nipples taut and darkening with arousal, punching out like two fine rubies on two white velvet piflows. Either the lady is an ex-fan dancer, Ian reflected calmly, or she is a professional Delilah. Now, whose hair is she out to cut? That's what I want to know.
Finally Anita fell on her knees in front of them, sinking into the soft carpet like a snake. She leaned one elbow on Ian's right thigh the other on Max's left thigh, and grinned up at them both with equal invitation.
There was a long moment of superbly sexual silence while the three of them just stared at each other, fucking with their eyes, "What," said Max finally, unable to resist, "is this all about?"
Immediately he realized it had been a tactical error. Anita threw her head back and laughed teasing-ly, huskily, exposing even white teeth and a tongue that Max wanted to get his lips around and damn the answer.
"About?" she said, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, it's just good times for good people. You might as well sit back and enjoy it, because I'm not going to tell you a thing. Oh, maybe later I might let you in on the secret," she added, running her hand up and down Max's thigh. "Much later."
Yeah, Max was thinking, much later when it's too late. Damn but these broads we're ra lining into are long on mystery. And closed in the mouth! "Okay, lovely lady," he said aloud. "Have it your way. Lead on!"
Her exquisite mouth curved into a tantalizing smile then, and she shoved her palm further forward up his thigh, grazing skillfuUy and gracefully over the bulge of his balls. Then, turning her smoky gaze on Ian, she did the same to him, just barely brushing over his already engorged sex.
Ian stared at her blatantly for a moment. Then, all in one motion and with no warning, he swept forward and pinned her mouth in a stunning kiss, at the same time yanking her velvet white arm behind her back and imprisoning it there. From her stifled gasp, from the violent tension quivering in her flesh, he knew he had hit the trigger of her desire.
Her sensuous lips remained tightly closed, pushing against his like ripe yielding fruit, defenseless but unwilling to be eaten. He knew it was a momentary game. She would give him everything she had, and give it to Max too before the night was over. He probed with his lips, pushed with his tongue, attempting to force her to open for him.
Suddenly her mouth parted, her pearly teeth came out, hovered for a moment, and then bit him square on the Hp. Hard.
Ian gasped and drew back.
Anita pulled back too, and grinned.
Max just sat there, wondering what the hell Ian had gotten them into this time.
"I think the bedroom is more comfortable," said Anita quietly, rising from the floor so that every curve in her voluptuous body danced teasingly before their eyes. She undulated towards the bedroom door, paused and looked back to see if they were following. They were, Ian ahead of Max, and stripping as they went. She disappeared into the darkness, and they paused to look at each other.
"Shit, man," said Max. "Never seen anything like itl"
"Me too," Ian grinned. "And I have a feeling it gets better."
When they reached the bedroom there were dim Hghts Ht all around and Anita was lying on her back in the middle of the huge bed, still clad in the filmy black negligee. She was squinning up and down, writhing against the piUows in time to the music, her legs opening and closing enticingly. Max and Ian both felt Hght-headed as they watched her, knowing that the treat they were about to enjoy had been worth every single minute of that simple fist fight in Lyon, and worth every single moment of danger they might have to pay out for it. The heady aroma of sex juice mixed well with the sharp odor of fear, and flowed through both of them like an aphrodisiac.
"Come down here where its warm," Anita whispered seductively. Somehow, before either of them knew what was happening, they were both out of their clothes and stretched out, one on either side of her, naked in the big bed. They grinned at each other over the voluptuous mounds of her breasts, over the shining goldenness of her hair. Then she glanced up at them both, first one and then the other, fluttering long, black-mascaraed eyelashes.
"Well?" she said softly.
Max took one edge of the filmy black gown in his finger tips and Ian took the other. At the same time they pulled it apart, exposing her succulent nakedness from neck to toe. Then they dived in like hungry men at a feast, suckling and panting over the swelling tits that thrust up so deficiously against their faces.
"Ummmmmm," Anita murmured, sinking back into the pillows, abandoning herself to the next few hours of joy. There was nothing she enjoyed quite so much as two strong naked men, two huge throbbing cocks at one time. "Oh yes," she gasped, "suck me, suck my tits!"
She grabbed one boob in each hand and thrust them up against the two eager mouths that were lustily angling for her ripe nipples. Max's hungry lips closed on the right rosebud, and Ian's mouth voraciously devoured the left. They began sucking and pulling at her instantly, fired to the utmost by the power of her very obvious desire. Before they even touched them, both of them saw that her nipples were erect with the anticipation of pleasure, bunched up into hard little dark pink candies. Ready for them to suck.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes," Anita cried out, tossing against the piUows with abandon, already eroticaUy fired to the point of blast-off.
Both of them sensed this instantly, and began running their sMUed hands over her nakedness tantahz-ingly, bringing her to an even greater height of arousal. She undulated and squirmed under the power of their fingers, parting her legs for them as easily as if they had inserted the key in the lock of her private passion, turned it, and opened her most secret depths.
That damn key, Max was thinking deliriously, is good for one thing at least I wouldn't have missed this for the worldl
Ummm, Ian was thinking, this is somethin' else! Just goes to show you that a few punches in the right direction can sometimes pay off I
Together his hand and Max's slid into the creamy crevice of her thighs, already moist with the dew of cunt juice, already steamy and streaming with desire. She squirmed on the bed, resisting slightly, but not very much; just enough to make it better for the both of them. Finally Ian felt her muscles yield. He pulled her left thigh wide open, just as Max grabbed and pulled on her right
She lay there now, spread-eagled, waiting to be taken. Then she reached out and enfolded Ian in one arm and Max in the other. Ian she pushed over on top of her, and Max she pulled towards her, so that he was forced to scoot up on his knees until his prick was level with her mouth. Neither of them was very surprised. It was her show, and they had expected her to run it After all, this was part of the mystery for her to start out calling the shots in bed.
She eased Max over on top of her until his knees straddled her shoulders and his enormous, throbbing prick, engorged to the bursting point by now, hovered directly above her lovely lips.
Max could see the promise of her lips glistening beneath his tool, and he didn't feel cheated a bit. A mouth like that would know what it's about. He could tell just from the way her lips moved now, gaping open and then pouting closed, that she was teasing him with the skill that he was about to enjoy. He felt breathless, hovering above her Hke that his enormous rod dangling right at the edge of heaven.
"Mmmm, do it," he murmured, his eyes burning lewdly into hers. Glancing down, he could see the pulse beat throbbing through his swollen member Hke a rhythm of jungle drums, could see the first drops of his love juice oozing over the snub-nosed head. He sat back slightly on his heels so that his jerking weapon grazed her velvety neck and throat, and then stabbed fiercely at the two swollen mounds of her satiny boobs, making her nipples pucker instantly with excitement.
He jockeyed forward on his knees, loving the feeling of the way his engorged rod swung and bounced above her face, begging her and threatening her at the same time. Her shining eyes glistened up at him, filled with the ecstasy that Ian was creating in her cunt; he was playing with his hand, all of his fingers delving into the nectar filled sweetness, teasing and arousing. Max loved watching her face, knowing that what he was seeing was half a reaction to Ian, and half a reaction to him. Somethin' else, he breathed silently to himself, this whole fuck is going to be somethin' else!
Meanwhile Ian, right behind him, was feeling exactly the same way. All Ian could see was the satiny white expanse of Anita's thighs spread eagerly open for him and, above that Max's broad muscular back and ass, getting ready to take their pleasure from her mouth.
Ian smiled to himself, anticipating the glory of the cunt hole that waited for him, dripping already with juice, succulently inviting. He placed his hands on her thighs and shoved them wide, as open as they would go. Her snatch expanded then, the swollen lips of it parting like the petals of a flower when it is over-ripe, needing to be picked. He stared at it, and loved what he saw.
The silky pink membranes, ghstening with juice, were spread wide apart for him, all of them in full bloom and throbbing violently with desire. At the top of her parted lips he could see the clit sticking up, already swollen and pulsating madly, begging for him to touch it. He reached down and took his enormous throbbing tool in his hands and manipulated it forward until the very tip of it pressed against her throbbing bud.
"Ahhhhhhhr," she gasped feeling the swollen head of his thing nudging her secret button, catapulting her into the realms of uncontrollable desire. Ian held his rod between his fingers like a sensitive instrument and manipulated it, using it on her as skillfully as he knew how. She writhed and thrashed against the bed, teased almost beyond endurance. The lubricating fluid dripped from the head of his weapon, so that it slid easily against her clitoris, driving her nearly insane with need. Her hips began to buck upward in a jerky uneven rhythm off the mattress, begging for an entrance.
At the same time, Max was performing almost the same ritual, teasing the ring of her opened lips with the dripping head of his tool. He worked it around and around, caressing her mouth, dipping in sometimes and then out again, hitting every erogenous zone he could find. Then he let go of his thing and began to caress her soft blond hair with his hands, running his fingers sensitively and skillfully through the feathery golden masses. He couldn't help but be reminded of Ren�e as he touched that exquisite fluffy hair. Ren�e had been less hard and less experienced, and younger; but Max could imagine that she might turn out to be a woman like Anita in time.
Max felt her lips reaching for his rod, sfraining eagerly, licking out lasciviously, and desire surged up in him so raw and so wild that he almost wanted to ram it down her pretty throat. But he didn't He held back, thoroughly enjoying the tantalizing way that her skilled lips teased him, first pushing him back, then inviting him in. He could feel the load building in his balls, and he knew that he would have to hang on hard in order to save it He wanted to meet her, blow for blow, make her give him a good long ride, and then give her something to remember him by.
"MMMMMhhhhhh!" Anita murmured, teasing him with her lips mercilessly. She folded them around the head of his cock; then pulled them back with a soft sucking sound, ending up with a delicious lick of her tongue right across his dripping tip. Max was going crazy, wanting to shove it into her mouth so much that he could hardly control himself. He knew that Ian was carrying on behind him, doing the same thing to Anita's cunt that Anita's lips were doing to him.
Suddenly he saw her glistening eyes dissolve into dreaminess and, at the same time, he felt a jolt of power behind him. Anita's lips parted like magic, and he knew that Ian had shoved his tool into her wet waiting cunt hole.
"Ohhhhhh," Anita breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. Her sweet mouth parted like magic and Max's tool slid home, deeply, to the very back of her succulent throat The minute he felt his rod ram home in Anita's warm mouth, he knew that he was in for a good one. Instantly her oral membranes closed about him, enfolding him as tightly and stollfully as her vaginal walls were grabbing at Ian's cock. He had felt the shove of Ian's tool, felt the impact of Ian's body coming forward, felt the way Anita had jumped in ecstatic response. Now he balanced on his knees above her, beginning a rhythm with his rod in her mouth, watching her face.
He felt Ian slamming forward behind him, and he could see every shove echoed on the delicate skin of her forehead, in the delicate vvrinkles around her eyes. Only Anita's mouth was hard. The rest of her was as soft as butter, waiting to love a man right, waiting to take him in. Anita's mouth was closed around Max's cock right now and, looking down, he could see that those hard muscles were put to skillful use now. Out of all the things Anita could do, giving a man pleasure was the thing she did best
She sucked Max in then, drawing his cock so deeply into her throat that he felt as if she would swallow him alive. There was nothing quite so warm and wonderful as a sweet skilled mouth around your tool, sucking and pulling as if every drop was precious. Max abandoned himself to the joy of her hps, feeling the load in his balls rise up and gather itself together, anxious to shoot. He wanted to pour his come into that sweet throat wanted to make her swallow everything he had. He began pumping in and out of her tight mouth in an even rhythm, feeling her respond, feeling her tongue graze him delicately with every stroke.
She washed her tongue back and forth over the tip of his tool, drawing the juices out of him, almost begging him to shoot in her mouth. He shoved forward, driven nearly insane by the glory that she offered him. First she teased him with her tongue on the forward stroke, then she sucked like hell on the backlash so that he wondered if she meant to pull his prick off in order to make him come.
He could feel and hear Ian breathing heavily behind him, and he knew that each magnificent thrust of Ian's rod in her cunt made her react with a spectacular suck on him.
"Uhh, uhhhhhhh," Ian choked out, shoving his dick forward into the exquisite tight softness of her unbelievable hole. He was flying high from the ecstatic sensation she gave him, for her swollen cunt shoved up eagerly and grabbed him with every thrust, just at the moment that he shoved down.
"Jesus," Ian breathed, not quite to himself, "you're the most fantastic screw I've ever had!"
"Ummmmhmmmm," Anita responded delightedly. Ian jumped because he was a little surprised that she had heard him. After all, he had said it so softly, and the brick wall of Max's body was between them. She couldn't say much more because the throbbing thickness of Max's cock was in her mouth, but Ian was satisfied with what he had gotten. He closed his eyes tightly and slid forward, relishing the velvety feeling of Anita's cunt walls sucking him in. Just as her mouth was swallowing Max, taking every single thing he could give her, her hole was swallowing his tool, giving every single thing she had.
"Uuuuggghhh," Ian gasped, slamming into her now with frantic intensity. She was so warm now, so deliriously warmed up, that her pussy hole fitted his throbbing weapon like a glove. She sucked him in wetly, her vaginal muscles contracting in an ecstasy of response to his eager thrusts. He could feel the juice flowing down from her canal and drenching him. Just as he would imagine her saliva was drenching Max's tool, sweetly, tantalizingly, at this very moment "Ahhhhhhhhh, Holy Christ!" Max breathed ecstati- cally, and Ian knew he was right He could picture how it was for Max now, his swollen throbbing cock enfolded in the wet softness of Anita's sucking mouth. How she was putting and pulling at him, drawing his cream right out of his balls, begging him to pour it down her throat
"Aaaauuuuugggghhhr Max groaned, humping his hips forward into the puckered sweetness of Anita's oral cave. Ian looked up and saw Max's pelvis going hell bent for leather, slamming his weapon into her face with uncontrolled power, banging his hairy balls against her sweet cheeks in a frantic tattoo.
"Uuuuugggnnnnhhhhf" Ian groaned, grinning to himself over the sight of Max enjoying her, and enjoying her himself at the same time. He knew that of Max was getting as much of a kick out of feeling him humping in her cunt as he was getting out of feeling Max pumping in her mouth.
Ian fastened his fingers around her succulent hip bones then, drawing her cunt downwards and towards him, his whole body aching to blast in that sweet ecstasy of her cavern. She let herself be pulled, gave herself completely, raised her graceful legs and opened them wide so that Ian could slam his cock more and more deeply into her canal The way she clutched him, the way the velvet insides pulled at him, he felt as if he was going out of his mind. He had to blow inside her soon, or explode completely. From the way Max's hips were pumping forward, stuffing cock into her sweet mouth, he was pretty sure Max felt the same way. But from the way Max's hips were moving, Ian knew for certain that Anita's sweet mouth was pulling every drop of his load and glad to have it
"Uhh, uuuuhhhhnnnhhhhh,'' Ian groaned, throwing himself towards the finish line, feeling the burning fire of his load surging in his balls, struggling to break free. Suddenly it shot jerking wildly, spraying cream against the clutching, sucking insides of her sweetness.
"Now!" Ian yelled, falling forward so that he almost landed against Max's thrashing body..
"Aaaahhhhhhhhl" screamed Max and Anita at the same time, doubling up in spasms of pleasure that only fired Ian's intense desire. The three of them thrashed wildly together for a long time, sucking and pulling and shooting until they were drained to the dregs and exhausted. Anita had sucked Max's explosion into her mouth, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until his balls were dry and not a single drop of sperm was left to dribble from the sensuous edges of her lips.
At the same time, she had pumped her cunt at Ian, eagerly draining him of everything he had to give her, pulling it out of him with her passionate desire and swallowing him so that, at last he lay exhausted between her legs, his cock shriveling slowly. Tlmmmmm," Ian exhaled, pumping out the last of his climax into her hole, feeling her spasms of excitement clutching at him, urging him to one last effort
He tried but he failed. He had poured into her everything that he had, and now he could only shove his hips at her in remembered ecstasy, straining to prolong the moment knowing they were both fulfilled.
He liked that though, the way she kept trying to squeeze come out of him even when there was nothing left The way her hips kept bucking at him, even though her climax had been well fulfilled. He smiled, and slowly pulled his dick from the clutching tightness of her hole.
She was just sucking the last drops of come from
Max's prick. He could hear her, could see her pulling him dry and letting him fall then from her wet sensuous mouth.
Max rolled over and fell on the bed beside her, closing one big hand around both of her full tits just as she licked her lips clean of his cream. Ian watched with pleasure the movements of her pussycat tongue licking first one side and then the other of her skilled, experienced mouth. He could see from the rapt expression on her face that she was more than delighted with both of them.
He sat back on his heels, feeling his cock shriveling away to nothing again, lying limply against his sweaty thighs, still dripping with the remains of his load.
"What a woman!" Ian exclaimed, his eyes drenching her with unmistakable admiration. Anita grinned, lifted her sensuous arms and placed them casually behind her head.
"You boys be around for a while?" she drawled suggestively. "I like what I got and I'm hoping there's more where that came from."
"We got all night lady, for the likes of you," Max laughed, squeezing her tits lustily.
"Just all night?" Anita responded seductively in her irresistible whiskey voice. "No more? I was hoping for a long run. Say, several very hot and heavy days."
"Well, thanks for the compliment mam," Max joked, accentuating his Texas accent as he often did because women usually got a kick out of it, "but the fact is that we've got to get on the road again. Ian and I, we're working men you know."
"Oh, what a shame," she grinned slyly at him. "I had hoped you two were millionaires or something like that-independently wealthy, with nothing to do except play with someone like me."
Covertly Ian and Max exchanged glances, wonder- ing if the lady knew what she was saying. Ian's customary cool, tight smile was hovering at the corners of his handsome mouth, making his thoughts totally unreadable from his expression.
"Oh really?" Ian said, a slight teasing edge to his voice. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"You've got class," Anita replied evenly, "both of you." She lifted her arms and pillowed her head on them, making her luscious boobs swell up against Max's fingers. "In bed and out," she added meaningfully, giving Ian a very direct look.
He bowed his head in suave acknowledgement, and kept his mouth shut If he kept her talking she might hang herself, and then they'd know the score-or at least the rules of play in this strange bedroom game. Meanwhile he stroked her delectable thighs casually. They were drenched with her sex juice and his come, making them feel spectacularly satiny.
"Oh well!" she sighed suddenly, settling the pillows more comfortably under her head. "If you have to leave me, it can't be helped. But at least I can give you a little gift as a thank you present." She winked meaningfully, stood up and walked to the dresser where her handbag lay, rummaged a few minutes, and came back with something in her hand. Ian had a sinking feeling that he damn well knew what the "little gift" was.
"Here," she said, dropping the gold key into Ian's palm. "You deserve every single thing it brings to you."
He stared at it, his mind whirling, his brain trying to decipher the possible double and triple meanings her words might hold. Either this was an innocent caper, or it was the neatest job of closing the net he'd ever seen pulled off. He knew full well that the proper way to catch a thief was to torture him with doubt and never show your hand until the last possible moment. By that time he'd be so damn glad to have the tension resolved that he'd fall placidly at your feet like a lamb. Smart. Very smart. Okay, thought Ian, I'll play one more round.
"Thanks,'' he said coolly, his face a calm mask.
"Tell me," said Anita softly, "where are you going next?"
Ian almost laughed out loud. If she hadn't asked him that precise question he would have corrected her for not following the script. He glanced surreptitiously at Max and saw that Max too had come to the conclusion that definitely something dirty was afoot Then he returned his eyes to Anita's.
"St. Tropez," he said levelly.
"When you get to St. Tropez," she replied quietly, "go to a bar called Chez Renard. Drop the key on the counter and wait That's all you have to do."
Chapter Six
"Yeah, that's all we have to do-to get killedf" Max remarked with annoyance, gunning the motor harder than he meant to as they sped along the road to St Tropez. They had completed their deals in Cannes, and were now on their way to the big pay-off, the last contact point of the trip. Max was at the wheel of the Porsche and Ian was taking it easy for a change.
Things had gone well in Cannes, well all along the way in fact now that they were nearing the finish line Max was getting edgy. He didn't want to take any stupid chances at this point not even for a great piece of tail. But he could tell that Ian was turned on to the adventure of the whole thing, and there would be no talking him out of a follow-through now.
"Win a few, lose a few Maxie," Ian remarked calmly. The key nestled snugly in his breast pocket right over his heart He could feel the hard metal of it nudging him through the fabric, egging him on to new excitement and new risks. Irresistible. "I like my sex salted with danger. Besides," he added with his characteristic cool smile, "there's nothing to worry about, Max. Because I never lose."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know all about it" said Max worriedly, "I've been in it with you from the beginning and I trust you further than I can throw you. But this is women, buddy-you know, dames, the critters we never trust?! I don't know, I just don't like it!" he finished in exasperation.
"Look Marie," Ian came back calmly, "I want to know what this is all about, and a good screw or two into the bargain isn't going to hurt anything. The key is a gift. Why pass it up " "Ever heard of the Trojan horse?" said Max morosely.
"And 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth'," Ian parried back.
Max sighed resignedly, concentrating on hugging the Porsche neatly to the road at the highest speed he dared. His mind was largely on the difficult task ahead of them in St. Tropez. Getting away clean with those emeralds would be one of the coups of their career. If they pulled it off. "Look," he said finally, *\vhoever she is waiting for us in St. Tropez, she's going to be the third official delivery point for that damn key and, if you ask me, thaf s pressing Lady Luck beyond the call of duty."
"Ever heard of Third time is the charm?'" said Ian.
"Ever heard of Three strikes and you're out'?" said Max.
Ian shrugged indifferently, and Max could tell that the discussion was officially closed. After that, silence reigned until the alluring diamond lights of St. Tropez twinkled ahead of them in the warm velvet darkness.
Max stopped to ask directions a couple of times, and they shortly found themselves standing before the entrance to Chez Renard. "You know what it means, don't you?" said Max. "The House of the Fox."
"So? Come on, Dr. Watson, get your balls together and let's go." With that, Ian strode purposefully through the door, settled down at the bar, and opened for business. If the fox was ever going to show, this was surely the place for it He and Max ordered drinks, and Ian settled down into casing the joint-which was actually the classiest they had been in so far-and into cruising the barmaids. After ten minutes, he had worked them all over in his mind and was getting bored. The key was where it belonged on the counter, but so far not one of them had even given him a tumble. He was starting to sweat thinking maybe their luck had run out and they were being played for fools.
Just as he was staring disgustedly at the little gold key, a slender white hand came down on top of it from out of nowhere.
"This belong to you?" said a sexy voice in his ear, the sexiest voice he'd ever heard. Before he even turned around, the smell of her perfume told him that there was a body there to match the voice.
"That's right" he answered coolly, then turned and found himself staring at the world's most superbly stacked redhead. Holy Christ Ian breathed inwardly, St Tropez's answer to Rita Hayworth! She wore a lowcut pink cocktail dress that made her hair look as if it was on fire, and made her flawless white skin appear almost translucent. He saw now why he'd been confused-she was a customer and he'd been expecting it to be a barmaid. He felt Max almost falling off the barstool next to him, raring to go.
"Good," she purred, smiling sweetly, and picking up the key. "Shall we go?" Max and Ian both got to their feet at the same time, looking like very suave but very hungry tigers who have just spotted a particularly sumptuous gazelle.
"Just him," she said firmly, nodding her head towards Ian and giving Max an icy look from the depths of her green eyes. Max nodded smoothly and sat down again, just as happy to be left behind so he could keep an eye on things. "My name is Sherri," she added, supping her arm possessively through Ian's and propelling him towards the door.
Ian followed willingly, shooting a meaningful wink at Max over his shoulder, and Max gave an answering sly smile and nod. The communication between them was usually pretty perfect where matters of cunt were concerned.
Oh well, Max sighed resignedly to himself, HI just have to see if I can get one of these uncooperative barmaids to cooperate. He'd already picked out the one he wanted, a black-haired brown-eyed babe whose manner suggested something of the bitch, which Max figured could mean she was a fiery little lay. He'd heard the bartender call her Sandra, so he was armed with that much at least.
"Well, I don't like it, and I'm not going to settle for much more of it!" Max heard an angry male voice saying over near the door. He turned to see Sherri and Ian locking eyes with a short oily-looking fellow who seemed to be trying to stop them. He was darkly handsome in a sinister sort of way, dressed like a dandy, the typical St Tropez gambler. He had faint traces of an Italian accent Sherri murmured something to him that Max didn't catch, then zipped out the door with Ian behind her.
I think I'm gonna watch this one, Max thought quietly to himself as the man came over to the bar and sat down. Perhaps the fox has turned up at last and that could mean trouble.
"No, no trouble," Sherri was saying placatingly, "just forget it"
"But who is he?" Ian persisted, strongly smelling a rat and feeling suddenly convinced that this whole plot to trap them was about to come out in the open.
But Sherri only smiled and laid one slender finger against his lips, forcing him to silence. She began to trace the finger delicately back and forth across his mouth, sending tingling vibrations of pleasure through Ian's whole body. He had no choice but to forget the question, because already his demanding tool was thrusting upwards, throbbing with a desperate fire.
They were stretched out on Sherri's big double bed, Ian stark naked and Sherri wrapped in a red silk dressing gown that echoed the glorious crown of her hair. As her finger traced his lips, Ian's hand began to stroke the soft silk of the robe, appreciating the sensuality of it. He recognized this dressing gown business as something of a trademark with all these chicks who belonged to the key. He had to admit that it sure as hell turned him on. It was more fun if he had to take something off a woman in order to get to her, and it was double fun if that something was smashingly sexy.
"Ummmmm," Ian murmured, running his hand over her succulent hipbone, giving in to the ecstatic feeling of her finger tracing his lips. Every so often her long pink-painted fingernail grazed his cheek excitingly, like the claw of a jungle cat. Quite suddenly he opened his mouth and bit.
"Ahh!" she exclaimed in surprise. He saw from the fire that welled up in her green eyes, from the slight smile that curved her sensuous mouth, that he had pleased her. He began drawing all of her lovely slender fingers into his mouth then, licking carefully between each one, stimulating the erotic nerves. She began to undulate slowly against the bed, and the red silk dressing gown slowly began to part from her movements.
Enormous marble-white breasts wiggled gradually into view, swelling and rolling with the increasing deepness of her breathing. Her fiery green eyes had narrowed now, were heavy-lidded with growing passion, and her exquisite eyelashes fluttered delicately on her white cheeks. They were mascaraed heavily with black, and cast long tantalizing shadows over the virginal whiteness of her face. She wasn't young-in her late twenties Ian would guess-but she was a classy lady, and so there was something unmistakably unspoiled about her.
Ian bent forward, releasing her hand from his lips, and placed his mouth possessively over hers. A sudden galvanizing fire sprang up between them from the kiss, and her lips parted for him almost like magic. He delved in with his tongue, caressing the velvety membranes of her mouth, exploring every soft, sensuous inch of that warm cavern. Her tongue answered him eagerly, pushing back at him, twisting and turning with an erotic skill that surprised even Ian. After about five wonderful minutes, Ian came up for air.
"Wow!" he breathed.
"You like?" Sherri teased, wrapping her arms like tender clinging vines around his neck.
"Yes, ma'am, I sure do like," Ian responded, running his hand up and down the curve of her elegant torso with lust that was just barely controlled. She felt the power in his fingers as they dug into her flesh, and it sent her head spinning with desire.
"Then why don't you come on in?" she teased, weaving against the bed as seductively as a snake.
Then suddenly he was on top of her, ripping open the dressing gown with his hands and forcing his lips down on hers again, all in one motion. He slithered her out of the red silk thing as their bodies thrashed and writhed together, and even he had to admire his own skill on that one. She was naked before she knew it, with his throbbing nakedness pressed tightly and deliciously against her.
"Ahhnnnhh," Sherri cried out, feeling the urgency of his erection poking into her belly. She knew that any minute now it would be down there between her legs, forcing its way in, filling the desperate emptiness of her womanhood. She writhed sinuously against the mattress, feeling her legs part for him almost without her will, feeling every nerve in her body beginning to tingle with the ecstasy she was about to enjoy, the glory that only a real man could give her.
His enormous swollen rod flopped and bounced against her belly, leaving streaks of fluid everywhere, tantalizing her beyond endurance. At the same time Ian bent his head to drink in the fragrance of her slender neck; he planted wet kisses along the length of her vulnerable throat, feeling her shudder deliciously every time he hit one of her special erogenous zones.
His erection was pulsating uncontrollably now, thrusting and jabbing at her belly with frantic power. Each time the head of his prick grazed that velvety softness, he felt almost as if he would blow. Slowly, gradually, he was sliding down her curvaceous body, kneeing her legs wider and wider apart. Suddenly his tool slipped into her slit, and the nose of it bumped up hard against the throbbing rosebud of her clitoris.
"Auuggbhhl" she screamed, "that's good. Oh God, that's so good!"
Just as he dipped his head down to her beckoning cleavage, he felt her long slender hands snuggle in between their bodies, felt her lovely cool fingers closing tightly around the throbbing fullness of his prick. She grasped him and began to manipulate him, stroking her own clit in a sensuous circular motion with the nose of his rubbery tool.
He felt her juice coming off on him, felt the jutting eagerness of her rosebud beginning to pulsate wildly as he caressed it. Every once in a while her fingers closed tightly around his pole and slid all the way up to the base and back down again, making the outer skin slip and slide deliciously. It made him feel like he was going to come apart at the seams. It almost seemed like she was trying to drive them both crazy before he even got into her.
But he knew the lady knew her business. She knew all the joys of a long fuck, not content to settle for a quick come. She was an artist at sexuality, stroking and caressing herself with his swollen organ so that both of them were nearly driven wild with pleasure.
"Mmm, mmmmm," Sherri gasped, rolling from side to side, her knees bent and drawn up against her chest now. Ian looked down and saw her fingers playing with his thing, saw the glistening pink flower of her slit spread wide open for him, and the sight made his head pound with delirious ecstasy. He could see every pulsebeat, both in his rod and in her cunt lips, glowing red with lust and surging with juice. She seemed to be teasing herself beyond endurance.
Suddenly the almond green eyes flew open, and she gazed at him with dreamy arousal. 1 like it from behind," she whispered lustily, bent her knees tightly, and turned over onto her belly before Ian was even quite aware of what was happening. The movement had been so graceful under him that he was almost surprised to find himself confronting the white marble curve of her back, feeling the perfectly rounded moons of her ass grazing his lower belly.
He raised himself on his knees, getting ready to mount from behind, pausing to admire the exquisite voluptuous ass cheeks that waved in the air in front of him. Her slit was swollen wide open, deep pink and glisteningly ready. He picked up his cock in both hands and traced the head of it around her vaginal rim, feeling himself drenched with succulent juice.
"Ohh, ohhhhhhhhhhh ..." Sherri groaned, burying her face in the pillow, "do it, do it to me, oh God, stick it in..."
Ian didn't need a second invitation. He was nearly going crazy himself by this time. He shoved blindly forward as if he wanted to rip her in two, and felt his shaft sink home to the very depths of her canal. He felt the membranes give momentarily, and then tighten around him like a glove, fitting themselves eagerly to his shape, "Uuhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sherri gasped, filled with gut-splitting joy from his sudden thrust. "Yes, oh yes," she panted. T)o it, do it to me now!"
"Oh, baby," Ian murmured hotly, falling forward, covering her body with his own, beginning to hump her wildly from behind. His pelvis slammed down again and again, ricocheting off of her velvet ass cheeks with a solid smack that sent him straight to heaven. His balls bounced and flopped with each shove and withdrawal, and right off the bat he hit an almost jack-hammer rhythm.
Her cunt juice flowed copiously, drenching his cock with slippery sweetness, oozing out to slather the delicate insides of her thighs. The aroma of it rose up between her legs and mingled with her perfume. The two scents filled Ian's nostrils together, firing him to an almost insane level of desire. He saw how her marble white back rippled beneath him, the muscles contracting sinuously beneath the flawless white velvet of her skin.
Above that lay the gleaming, burning crown of her fiery red hair, almost shooting off sparks as it caught the lamplight. He was damn glad she'd left the light on, because he hated to fuck in the dark. Half the fun of it was seeing what you were getting. Right now he saw that flaming hair beckoning to him and he lurched forward, burying his face in its thick fragrance. He nuzzled it fiercely, then slid his face down and sank his teeth into the bared nape of her neck.
"Uunhnh!" she cried out, bucking up against him like a young lioness in heat. She shoved her neck against his face, begging for his teeth, begging him to sink in, open the white skin, take and vanquish her completely.
Ian responded lustfully, biting her all over, covering her marble white neck and shoulders with great red welts, alternating the nips with licks of his hot moist tongue. He loved the way she shuddered beneath him, adoring every minute of it, begging for more. She was gasping frantically now, shoving her cunt up and back at him as if she could not stand another minute of it. He could feel, from the way her vaginal walls clutched at him, that her orgasm was on the way. He had only to nurse her a little further, and she'd come all over him, spraying glorious cunt juice onto his tool.
He drove forward then, hitting the accelerator for all he was worth, knowing he could give her a cunt full of stars any minute now. She wiggled her hips around in a circle, rotating her impaled hole on the thickness of his rod so that it caressed her vaginal canal from every possible angle. She rocked back and forth on her knees, waving her sweet rounded ass at him, practically forcing him into her like a corkscrew.
He grabbed her shoulders tightly, one in each strong hand, hung on, closed his eyes tightly, and gritted his teeth. The way she was throwing it at him now, it was all he could do to hang on. He wanted to save himself, because it was clear that Sherri had a couple of explosions after this left to give him, and he wanted to be sure he was up to every single one.
"That's my girl,'' Ian panted, nipping at the back of her succulent neck. "Do it baby, go on, fly for me," he whispered enticingly. "You can make it honey, you're gonna make it Come baby, come for Ianl"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghhl" Sherri screamed, digging her teeth into the pillow so that she sounded strangled. At the same time her slender fingers clutched at the bed covers, clawing frantically, the sleek pink nails disappearing in the intensity of her passion. Ian felt her insides contract against him again and again. He felt her orgasm burst over his prick like a flash of lightning, grabbing him, sucking at him, pulling him deeper and deeper into her ravenous hole.
He hung on hard, struggling with all his might to keep from blowing his load. The way that cunt of hers clutched at him, it wanted cream and no mistake about it. Well, he would give it to her, sooner or later. Hopefully later, because he wanted to get as much mileage out of this night and this nooky as he possibly could. He pumped fiercely, gauging the level of the spasms that clutched at his dick, waiting for the moment of release and fulfillment to crest waiting until her grasping tension died down.
At last she fell limply against the pillows, her lovely face buried deeply there, her fingernails still digging rhythmically at the coverlet s "Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhh ..." she moaned. Her lovely ass kept undulating spasmodically as the last of her climax ebbed inside her. He watched her, thinking how nothing was quite as beautiful as a woman who had just gotten it off. They were so sensual then, so super sexy, Ian thought, watching her slender torso wriggle rhythmically, glistening with sexual sweat in the dim light. He bent forward slowly and began to lick it, all the little-glittering beads of it, off her back with his skilled tongue.
"Uuhhhnnnnnnhhh ..." Sherri moaned, squirming under the tantalizing warmth of his mouth. He could feel how her muscles were relaxed now, giving in like velvet under his tongue. He licked up every drop of the dew on her skin, savoring the mingled tastes of sweat and perfume. His dick still rested in her hole, hard as steel and big as a tree. He knew that she was pleased with him because he had gotten her off, and because the promise of more to come still rested enticingly inside her canal.
He ran his tongue lasciviously down the length of her graceful spine, at the same time pulling his weight backwards onto his knees. This made his engorged weapon slip teasingly from its berth. It popped suddenly from her hole with a wet smacking sound.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, collapsing against the bed in sudden emptiness.
But Ian kept his tongue going, slithering down her backbone until it came to rest teasingly at the top of her ass crack. He felt her hips buck eagerly as his tongue circled and hovered there, as his breath blew out hot and moist against the creamy cheeks of her ass. He took one in each hand, grasping and massaging the firm flesh with pleasure. They were just right, not too big and not too small; just a fine fit for his hands.
He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, watching the gooseflesh bump up on her back in response to his manipulations. She answered him eagerly, clutching the muscles of her buttocks tightly, giving him something to grab. He grinned, loving the way she felt. Every single inch of this woman's body could sexve \mn exottcafiy. "rle COull see fcV already. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was doing it all for him. He smiled, thoroughly pleased, and bent his head forward so that his hot breath blewoutright overher sensitive anus.
"Oh!" she exclaimed again, jumping in astonished excitement.
He shoved the white moons of her cheeks wide apart then, and gazed hungrily at the dark puckered mouth of her asshole. Beneath it stretched the pink wetness of her slit, glistening and throbbing from her recent orgasm. Her snatch fired his imagination and his excitement, glowing right beneath his face like an overripe piece of fruit, dripping succulent juice. He would get into her again. But first he would give her another treat.
He knew these women who knew sex well. He knew that they were smart enough to know that they had more than one hole that mattered when it came to pleasure. He dipped his face forward carefully, almost as if he was about to drink the finest shot in the house. The aroma of her sex juice and of her ass crack floated up to fill his nostrils, making his gut flip over with shuddering anticipation. It hovered there in front of him, the tight closed bud of her asshole, brownish pink, filled with promise. He could feel her quivering all over as he approached it
Suddenly his tongue lashed out and began to rim her, circling and undulating enticingly. He heard her gasp deeply against the pillow, almost overcome by the erotic vibrations that instantly tantalized her flesh. Automatically she raised herself onto her knees, making her ass cheeks part, so that his tongue had easier access. He licked and caressed her anal opening, shpping his hand between her legs at the same time, so that his finger was able to reach the bud of her clit.
"Uuuhhhh!" she exclaimed, beginning to rock back and forth on her knees, offering her clit to his finger and her asshole to his tongue with unrestrained excitement.
He circled around and around, rimming her wetly from behind, loving the way the marble curves of her buttocks quivered against his face. Slowly he felt her anus opening for him, swelling and distending, begging for the entrance of his tongue. He brought his other free hand up and stuck his forefinger against the puckered mouth of her ass hole. She jumped almost a mile high with the erotic shock of the feeling. She shoved her pretty little buttocks desperately backwards then, teased beyond endurance, begging him to go in.
As one hand was manipulating her clit, the other hand was playing around with her anus, so that she was beginning to feel dizzy in the head from the combined erotic vibrations that rippled through her flesh. Her hips were swinging back and forth and jerking up and down almost uncontrollably. The fire was being ignited inside her again, and was rapidly racing to forest fire proportions.
"Ahhhnnnhhh, I need you, I want you inside me," Sherri moaned. Her ass hole was deliriously soaking wet with his saliva, and she could feel her sex juice flowing again, making her feel like she had a river going between her legs with the two of them combined. She had raised herself up on her knees, and the voluptuous globes of her tits swung freely beneath her, flopping back and forth with every thrust of her graceful ass into the air.
Ian slid his hands underneath her and grabbed for her boobs. This brought his body forward against her so that his prick jabbed frantically against the place his finger had just left. She felt the snubbed nose of his tool nudging her wet anal opening, and felt as if she might faint with desire.
"Do you want me in there?" Ian purred teasingly. He was squeezing and releasing her huge fleshy tits, feeling the nipples pucker instantly under his touch. He could sense the way she quivered from head to toe when his cock banged against her little backside. He could sense that this broad liked it in her shit hole, and no mistake about it, liked big bulging cock stuffed right up her ass. Liked it, and was able to take every inch of it.
But at the moment Ian had other ideas. At the moment his cock was lusting for that sweet cunt hole again. He pulled away from her, rocked back on his knees and sat up, dangling his legs over the edge of the bed.
"Come here sweetheart," he said, giving her sweet ass a smart slap, "come and sit on my lap and well go for a little ride together." She rolled over and grinned at him, liking the way he talked to her, the way he handled her. He went from gentleness to fierce lust with an ease that made her feel comfortable with both. She sat up and scooted over by him, the mammoth orbs of her tits swinging and jiggling as she moved.
Ian reached out and grabbed them as she swung one leg across his lap, almost as if she was climbing into the saddle. She balanced on the bed, one knee on either side of his hips braced against the mattress. She stared down, drinking in the sight of his swollen tool jutting upright beneath her. It jerked and waved in the air, stiff as a pole, waiting for her. All she had to do was sit down on it
She felt the cunt juice gush harder than ever down her vaginal walls, spilhng out onto her swollen cunt lips, making her ready to accept his gigantic thing. Her boobs were smashed against his face and he was licking and sucking frantically, drinking them in. Smothered in boob flesh, he could feel the fluffy wealth of her red hair streaming down and spilling over his shoulders. It made him shiver with erotic delight
"Take it baby," he murmured sexily, "take my big dick. You need it bad, you know you do ..."
"Uhbnnnnhhhh ..." she whimpered, swaying back and forth above him, just barely grazing her pussy hps with the thrusting head of his big rod. He could feel Sherri quivering harder and harder with each stroke; she let him graze her clit then bucked forward so that he slid down the length of her pussy grooves and hovered right at the entrance to her hole. Her breath was coming so hot and fast that he felt drowned in it and her sumptuous breasts pushed frantically against his cheeks.
She reached down with slender fingers and enclosed his balls in her hands, first massaging them and then jiggling them up and down, so that he nearly went out of his head with enjoyment. Christ if this bitch doesn't sit soon, I'm gonna blow before we even get started, Ian told himself tightly. Her hands were moving on his nuts in skilled circular caresses, around and around, and sometimes her fingernails deliberately grazed his thighs in a tantalizing rake.
Then suddenly her claws streaked upward from his thighs, over his belly, across his chest, and came to rest on his shoulders, digging in so hard that he saw stars. At the same time, she bent her knees and sat1 down hard impaling herself on his throbbing prick. "UUhhhhgggl" Ian exclaimed in sheer ecstasy. "Tlmmmmmmmj" she breathed, stunned, feeling al- most split in half by the sudden entrance. His throbbing weapon seared her tender insides, but the pain only added to the pleasure, and she knew that she would fully relax in a moment and begin making that glorious climb to heaven. Ian helped her to straighten her legs out then so that she was sitting comfortably on top of him, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Ride it lady," Ian commanded harshly, "ride my big, hot prick!" Their mouths came fiercely together then, wetly twisting and turning, as their pelvises began to move in an identical rhythm.
Sherri pushed against the bed with her feet, raising and lowering herself on his dick, and Ian swung his hips rapidly forward and back, pumping in and out of her canal. It felt delicious to him, because her soft white ass cheeks were squeezed down against his thighs, and her lovely thighs caressed the skin of his waist.
His balls were snugly nestled against her pubic cave, and he felt her pussy fur tickling and stroking him, felt the wet washes of juice that dripped out of her, getting all over his belly and his thighs. He grabbed both big tits, one in each hand and squeezed them together, so that he could reach both nipples at once. His tongue lashed out eagerly, licking back and forth, teasing them into taut red erections. He took them both into his mouth and sucked fiercely, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure.
His mouth was stuffed with the lush ripeness of her boob flesh, and the tight excitement of her nipples poked frantically against his tongue. Her hands were all over him, running through his hair, racing up and down his shoulders and back, leaving incisive little claw streaks everywhere. They were both sweating ieavily now, and the air was filled with the sound of wet flesh smacking against flesh, and with the succulent noise of Ian s mouth feasting at her tits.
At last he released them, took her by the shoulders and forced her to lean back so that he could look down and see the throbbing length of his cock sticking into her hole. Between her legs was a tangled mass of fire-red pussy hair, the glinting copper curls of it drenched with juice. She got the idea then, grasped his shoulders for balance, and leaned way back; he slid his hands under her ass cheeks and began to push and pull her against him, watching the delicious enormousness of his rod parting her swollen hps again and again. He could see every excited pulse beat in the veins of her groin, could see how the delicate muscles of her lower belly rippled with her movements. The satin skin glistened like pearls, and tiny diamond-like beads of perspiration stood out on her everywhere.
"Oh, oh God," Sheni cried out, swinging her head from side to side so that her hair caught fire in the fight 'It's so good, your dick is so big and so good," she murmured, almost drunk on the erotic joys he was giving her. Her huge breasts heaved enticingly right in front of his face, dimpled with the dark pebbles of her aroused nipples.
Ian felt like he was flying. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, and he was thinking this was about the greatest fuck he could ever endure. God, he could get this woman to do anything for him-and what's more, she could do it well!
"Swing it oh Jesus, swing it!" Ian barked out completely carried away. Every nerve in his body tingled with raw lust and every muscle was tense as steel, vibrating with the pure concentration he was putting into this screw.
Finally he pulled her towards him again, anxious to feel the fragrant softness of her flopping breasts in his face, to feel the overpowering warmth of her hair caressing his shoulders again. His mouth reached out for one cherry like nipple, drew it in hungrily, sucked on it fiercely. She was gasping frantically now, and he knew that she was reaching the pinnacle of her arousal. Her little ass jerked up and down, smacking a frantic tattoo against his thighs, forcing his cock to ram so deeply that he felt as if he was banging the top of her womb.
He slid his hands down the graceful curve of her waist over the succulent mounds of her hips to grab at her ass cheeks, clutching and massaging them rhythmically. He pulled them wide, parting her ass crack so that the erotic nerves of her anus would be automatically stimulated.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhnnnnhhh ..." she whimpered, burying her face in his ear, blowing her hot breath into it so deliciously that he felt as if he would faint Then her little pink tongue licked out and darted in, caressing the shell-like curves of his ear and hitting every erotic nerve he possessed.
"Christ!" Ian exploded in response, just as her fingernails dug into his back, making him jump even harder. "You're worth all the jewels in the worldl" Then he tensed inwardly, realizing what a give-away that had been. But she didn't react as if she knew what he meant. Either that or she was covering very well.
"The same to you, you gorgeous hunk of man," she breathed erotically in his ear, clutching his back frantically for balance.
He kept pulling her ass cheeks further and further apart, sensing how fiercely this stimulated her. Then, with one finger, he began slipping into her ass crack and searching out the tight little mouth of her ass hole. He felt her jump sky high the minute he reached for her there. It made her blood pound with lewd excitement, and Ian smiled in cool delight. That was the great thing about experienced women-they knew how to swing it all, every succulent inch of it!
He had no trouble getting his finger wet enough to go in. Her behind was dripping with sexual sweat and little rivulets of her cunt juice. He got his finger good and soaked, then placed it expertly against the taut pink mouth of her anal opening. He circled there carefully, tantalizing her, watching her quiver with enjoyment and anticipation.
Gradually he felt the little hole opening for him, beginning to invite him in. Gradually he felt her arch her back powerfully, offering her ass hole to his finger. This made her flopping boobs thrust hard against his face and chest at the same time. He took a deep breath of sheer ecstasy, and shoved.
"Aauuughhh!" Sherri gasped in a strangled voice as his finger penetrated the steaming depths of her anal canal. She felt as if he had split her open, as if he had touched the main spring to her desire, making her rocket towards the pinnacle of joy. "Yesss, baby," she hissed, "do it to me there, do it ... to me ... there... I"
She was slamming her shapely ass down against his finger in a jack-hammer rhythm. Her sweet, sweaty - flesh slapped against his thighs again and again as she drove desperately to find release. Ian could tell that that finger up her ass was going to do it for her. That was all she needed to drive her absolutely out of her head.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, God, I'm making it .... now, take me there NOW!"
Ian felt her body go tense as steel in his arms, and at the same time he felt her quiver as if she was falling apart at the seams. Her lovely delicate flesh vibrated against him, squirming this way and that as she jacked herself up and down frantically on his surging, bursting rod. Her boobs flopped wildly, and he bent his face to suckle at them, trying to give her every ounce of orgasmic pleasure that he possibly could.
His dick was exploding uncontrollably inside her canal, shooting jet after jet of cream in rocket bursts to the Very top of her womb. He closed his eyes tightly and let himself go, wondering if he'd ever stop coming. He felt the steaming fluid drenching her eager walls like volcanic lava. He gasped and panted into her tits and hung on to her sweet ass for dear life, one finger buried in the tight cavern of her ass hole.
He pumped and pumped, thinking of nothing but the exquisite glory of this shoot, wishing it would go on forever. He felt like he had a fountain to give her and she was taking it all, the tightly skillful membranes of her canal squeezing every drop out of him. Her fingernails were clawing his back and her fragrant red hair tumbled over his face in a fiery flood.
"Oooooo ..." Sherri moaned as the spasms in her cunt hole began to die down. The jack-hammer rhythm of her hips had ceased and she was now screwing herself around on his pole in a languid, easy pace.
"Ohhh baby!" Ian barked out, feeling the last of his cream draining inside of her. He could feel her cunt relaxing now, could feel her enjoying the very last, soft vibrations of their orgasm. Ian sighed and held her close, loving the way she snuggled up to him afterwards. She pulled back and looked up at him. A long moment of eye contact passed between them in which a thousand thoughts raced through Ian's head.
Sherri was the best one he had had so far. She turned him on unbelievably, and satisfied him exquisitely. The notion that she might be working for his enemies was hard to take in the light of what she had just made him f eeL
"Well," she said softly, cradling his handsome dark head in her sleek hands, "you deserve itl"
"What?!" he responded, jolted by her words. "What do I deserve?" he added more calmly, recovering his cool.
"The key, of course," she smiled coolly. "Or had you forgotten about that?"
Ian let out a long, soft sigh, and ran his big muscular hands over the marble beauty of his Jezebel's back. His steel blue eyes met hers in a penetrating effort to discern her meaning. But he could read nothing there.
"No," he said quietly, "I hadn't forgotten about that." And it occurred to him for the first time that Sherri's eyes were like emeralds, deep and dark and flawless green. And priceless. And dangerous.
Chapter Seven
"It's dangerous," said Max morosely, staring out the window of the sumptuous hotel suite that he shared with Ian, a window that gave on the most expensive view of St. Tropez that money could buy.
"What's dangerous?" said Ian, only half listening. He was shaving, taking great care not to nick himself.
"As if you didn't know," Max responded with a wry smile, swinging around in his chair to face Ian. "That razor at your throat is thirty times as safe as that smashing red-head you tangled with last night. Not to mention that sinister character who stopped you at the door-"
"Yeah, who is he?" Ian cut in. "Did you find out?"
"Nope. I went home with Sandra, the barmaid I told you about, and used every ounce of my super-stud charm to pry it out of her, but no go. All she would tell me was his name." Max waved his hands in the air in a gesture of exasperation. "These women we've been running into lately are about as close-mouthed a bunch of broads as I've ever encountered. Take it from me, old friend, when a woman won't talk, she's up to something evil."
"You may have something there," said Ian coolly, dabbing at his handsome jaw with expensive French after-shave. "Sherri wouldn't spill a thing either. So what's his name?"
"Johnny di Luca. He's Italian, seems to have a lot of money, travels in society circles, and if you ask me he smells to high heaven. He's a con."
"Takes one to know one," Ian smirked.
"You're right," Max laughed appreciatively. "Which means Tm probably not wrong."
"Probably. We'd better keep a close eye on him. As a matter of fact," Ian went on, carefully knotting his fine silk tie, "I have come to the conclusion that this is it!"
"That what is what?" said Max vaguely, for his thoughts had drifted for the thousandth time that day back to the memory of Sandra's sumptuous and available nakedness the night before.
"That this is the point at which they intend to show their hand, whoever 'they' are. Whoever it is trying to blow the whistle on our operation. Think it over. It makes sense that they should wait until the big haul comes along, the super payoff, so that they can catch us in the real chips. They know about the emeralds, they've known all the way. My only question is whether it's the fuzz on our tail-commonly known in this charming country as the gendarmes-ox whether it's our underworld competition."
"If Johnny di Luca is any kind of a clue," Max sighed, "Td say it's the latter."
"Right again," said Ian, shrugging into his expensively cut jacket and coolly appraising the finished product in the mirror. "For a Texan Max, you display an amazing amount of horse sense."
"It's all this horsin' around that does it," Max grinned broadly. "Keeps me in shape." Then he grew more sober. "Okay, now listen podner, if we've really got trouble on our tail, I think we ought to cook up a little scheme for getting out of it Like, for example, grab the loot and run."
"I've thought of that" said Ian quite seriously, even though he knew Max had been half joking. "But it's out, for two reasons. One is that our contact to pick up the emeralds isn't due until tomorrow night, and any attempt to speed that up would look suspicious. And two is that the surest way to get caught is to run."
"Okay. So?"
"So today you take care of our on the level deals with the upstanding merchants of this town, and I go and visit Sherri again and see if I can find out something more." He kept his face straight but his steel blue eyes were twinkling.
"This arrangement" said Max in mock seriousness, "sounds painfully familiar to me."
"No, listen Max," said Ian, really in earnest this time, "I found out that Sherri has a fifteen year old sister that she supports, and if I can catch the girl alone, she's bound to know something. She's probably pretty innocent and maybe I can get her to open up."
"Yeah. Her mouth or her legs?"
"Both," Ian winked. "If I'm lucky." Then he turned smartly on his heel and strode purposefully out the door.
"Lucky!" Max snorted to himself in amusement "That guy must have used the Blarney Stone for a teething ring!"
As Ian eased the sleek Porsche through the tourist clogged streets of St Tropez, he reminded himself that he seriously did intend to stick to business this time around. He was getting a little hungup on Sherri and he knew it. And he didn't like it. Some kind of cloud was over her life, she was in some sort of trouble, but what he couldn't be sure. That it had to do with Johnny di Luca, he was almost certain. He wanted to help her. But to do that he might have to stick his own neck out past the point of safety.
When he arrived at the chic little house that Sherri shared with her sister, he was disappointed to find his knock unanswered. With a shrug he turned to go, and then suddenly was drawn up short by a pair of enormous hazel eyes fringed with the longest lashes he had ever seen, staring straight at him. They belonged to the most lusciously ripe young female he could have wished for, and the richly shining crown of her strawberry blond hair told him in a flash who she was. There was something in her look that made his blood warm up considerably. Her stare was guarded and cautious, but blatantly sexual, the kind of stare only a young innocent can give. She ran her eyes over him and took everything in. Everything.
"You must be Jan," Ian smiled suavely.
"Yes," she said, returning his gaze steadily. Her delicate pink tongue flickered out and wetted her full lips in an unconscious gesture of invitation. "You're Ian."
"How did you know?"
"You were here last night. Sherri told me. She likes you."
This candor was not quite what Ian had expected. He picked up on it fast, taking his advantage while he had it. "Ah, then does that mean I'm welcome to come in?" he asked smoothly.
She nodded and brushed past him to open the door. "Sherri won't be back for hours, but I'll fix you a drink. It's a little hot today."
And getting hotter every minute, thought Ian, as one of her full, nubile breasts brushed his arm in passing. She had just come from the beach and was clad only in a skimpy green bikini that just barely covered her charms. Little droplets of water still glis-tened on her honey colored skin from her swim. Ian resisted an impulse to start licking them off then and there.
As she sat and chatted with him over drinks, Ian found her a beguiling combination of frightened innocence and worldly awareness. Her gorgeous pale red hair tumbled enticingly over perfectly molded nearly naked shoulders, and her big boobs pushed eagerly out the top of her bikini bra, swelling deliciously. Ian could just see the outline of her little cherry nipples under the thin fabric, and he found his eyes straying there uncontrollably. Then he let his glance travel down to where her long slender legs met, and he feasted on the sight of her creamy, lightly tanned thighs, still sparkling slightly with moisture.
"You know," he said coolly, "you're a very attractive young woman." To his astonishment, her eyes faltered, and then she blushed. He laughed gently, the persuasion already creeping into his tone in spite of his original good intentions. "Don't say that no man has ever told you that before," he teased.
"Only one," she replied in a tight little voice, "and I could have done without a compliment like that But then, he's the only man I ever see. Sherri keeps me locked up like there's a price on my head. Frankly, I think I'm in more danger from that creep..."
"Who, what creep?" said Ian, trying to sound unconcerned, but knowing he'd hit pay dirt.
"Johnny," she sighed disgustedly. "1 don't suppose you've met him."
"Yeah, once. Can't say it was a pleasure. What's the story there?" Ian asked, as casually as possible.
Jan shrugged. "No one ever tells me anything around here," she smiled wryly. "If I ever get over being fifteen, I'm getting out of here, someplace where everything's not such a mystery. AH I know is, Sherri works for that goon."
"Really?" Ian raised one suave eyebrow. "Doing what?"
"I don't know. But ... but I'm worried about it."
Her voice became softly earnest, and she leaned very close to him on the couch, almost as if for protection. "She's always out at night, and she won't tell me anything, and when she gets phone calls here she's angry about it. She tells them to call her at the bar" "Chez Renard?" Ian asked.
Jan nodded. "Ian," she went on softly, "I'm afraid of Johnny. He's got some power over Sherri that's no good. I ... I don't know you very well, but Sherri likes you a lot, and ... well, do you think you could help?"
Ian's eyes met Jan's melting hazel ones in a long look, and he felt himself weakening inside. He might be able to kill two birds with one stone, help them and help himself. On the other hand, he might be risking his whole operation for a moment of personal involvement. It all depended on how deeply Sherri was involved. Maybe-just maybe-the beautiful creature was innocent and being used without her knowledge, a front for Johnny's dirt.
"Do you know," he said expansively, as if it were a joke, "I've been wondering the same thing myself. I think perhaps," he added, taking her soft face between his hands, "I might be persuaded."
"Persuaded?" asked Jan breathlessly. Her whole body had gone tense with fear and anticipation, and her luscious wide eyes were fixed on him in apprehension.
Ian let the moment stretch out interminably, holding her captive by the head like that, seducing her with his steely blue gaze. He knew perfectly well that she had been after him from the first moment, and now he was calling her on it No woman, however virgin, looked at Ian Lloyd that way and got away without a screwing. She'd have to learn sometime, and he might as well teach her.
"Just a few more questions, and then we'll get down to what you asked me in for," he said coldly.
"What I... why, I just offered you a drink..."
His cool, twisted smile stopped her short. "Don't play with me," he said calmly and not unkindly. "You know you want it. Well, now you're going to get it. And like it. Only first tell me this. Where does he live?"
"Johnny? I don't know. Honestly."
"Does he give Sherri money?"
"Yes, lots. And presents, mostly jewels."
"Jewels," said Ian coolly, "how interesting. And the people who call her here. Who are they?"
"I don't know," Jan answered breathlessly. "They're always men, and it seems never the same man twice."
Ian thought a moment. It all seemed as clear as crystal, the pieces fit together as neatly as a well-set brooch. This was it the end of the line, and Sherri was the tender trap that was intended to catch him. He was certain now that he had gotten out of Jan all she knew. Nothing remained to be done but to satisfy the throbbing ache she had skillfully awakened in his groin.
"Thank you," he said suavely, and then yanked her head forward and pressed her lips in a violent kiss that was so sudden that it made her gasp for breath. He held her imprisoned until he felt her give in, and then he released her just as suddenly. She was almost choking.
"You know, I didn't ... I didn't mean ..." she struggled, aU her bravado gone now under his onslaught.
"Oh yes you did," Ian replied coolly. "You meant it and now you're going to prove it." He reached behind her and, with a deft flick of his fingers, untied the slender straps that held her bra in place. It fell away instantly, leaving her luscious young boobs stark xvaked. They stuck straight out at him and he saw with amusement that the nipples were tight as rocks with arousal
She lowered her eyes with embarrassment, and patches of red color welled up on her cheeks. He stared at her nakedness blatantly, and she was aware of it. His stare made her nipples pucker even tighter, until they almost begged for his hot, sucking mouth. She was proud of her titties, and her whole body was aching with desire. But the way she sat there so still, blushing, told Ian that she had never been naked with a man before.
"Take off the bottom," he said coldly. "I want to look at your pussy."
She gasped and shivered, and the rising flush of color in her face told him that his words had not frightened her, but had inflamed her desire more. Red with shame, she peeled off the bikini pants, exposing a shining tangle of red gold hair at the junction of her smooth honey colored thighs. She dropped it on the floor and awaited further instructions. One glance at her heaving tits told him that she was panting with excitement and that his handling of her was exactly in tune with her need. Something in that first meeting of the eyes, back there on the doorstep, had told him that this brazen Httle morsel could be had, but she had to be taken hard or not at all Ian loved that. It was right up his aUey.
He stood up and walked to the center of the room, staring at her all the while. She crossed her slender arms over her tits protectively in shame. He was fuUy dressed, very clearly the aggressor, and she was naked and submissive, the slave. Ian had seen this in virgins before, and it inflamed him to his fuUest capacity.
There was nothing like a virgin who secretly wanted to be raped.
"Spread," he commanded. "Go on, open your legs."
Slowly, very slowly, she lay back against the couch and let her creamy thighs come apart until he could just see the soft pink slit, covered in curly red hair. Her thighs were trembling, and her long eyelashes fluttered against her soft cheeks in total submission. His cock was throbbing inside his pants as if it would burst, and with each pulse beat it thrust forward almost painfuUy, ripping at his fly. The fiery blush had risen to her hairline now, and she was a delectable picture of ripe femininity helplessly and shamefully in heat.
"Look at me," he commanded, "open your eyes and look at mel" She did, and he saw that her hazel orbs were glazed with desire, begging to be taken. "You re a virgin, aren't you?" he asked. She nodded fearfully and silently. "And you want me to do it to you, don't you?"
Jan just shivered and looked at him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Don't you," Ian prompted coldly.
"Y-y-yes ..." she admitted, dropping her eyes again instantly. Her luscious tits were flopping and rolling now from her heaving breath. She was becoming unbearably hot from the merciless psychological working over he was giving her. Little droplets of sweat had broken out on her smooth forehead, and she was tossing slightly from side to side, squirming in the heat of her need. Ian saw how Httle curly tendrils of her lovely hair were drifting forward on her brow and across her velvety cheeks, giving her the appearance of an impish angel, making her look even younger than she was. His mouth watered.
"Let me see it," he commanded, "open it for me. Go on, put your hands down there and spread it wide so Icon see everything."
She did as he asked, her hands shaking slightly, her face a mask of growing sensuality. Her slender young fingers traced a halting path down the soft curve of her belly, then darted into the crevice and grasped at the fleshy pussy lips, pulling them apart. Ian feasted his eyes on the flower of her virgin cunt, swollen and pink and delectable, and glistening shamelessly with sex juice.
"Ohh!" she gasped involuntarily as the touch of her own hands stimulated her erotic nerves. Ian saw little goose bumps rise all over the velvet golden flesh, and he smiled coolly and began to open his fly. His steel blue eyes were fixed on hers as he slowly and tanta-lizingly brought his magnificent prick into view, then stripped rapidly naked.
His erection burst free like a missile from a launching site, the snubbed head glistening with lubricating fluid, the pulse of his excitement pounding in it visibly. She drew in her breath sharply when she saw it, and an expression that was half fear and half worship passed over her delicate young face. Involuntarily her pink tongue licked out in the tell-tale gesture of wetting her lips, and Ian could almost feel already how good that tongue would be on his rod. He advanced toward her, tantalizing her and threatening her at the same time with his male weapon.
He bent down to her and ran his strong hands over the unbelievable softness of her firm young thighs, massaging the supple skin, letting his fingers play over the sensitive erotic nerves there. Then he took her hands from her wet slit and replaced them with his own, stroking her open pussy with a masterfully light touch, making her virgin body shudder instantly with spasms of unknown acstasy.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh.. she sighed, her feathery eyelashes fluttering and her soft, small hands reaching tentatively for him.
"You're beautiful, my sweet," Ian purred hypnotically. "Very, very beautiful ..." Her sex juice was slathering his fingertips now, and he could catch the aroma of it wafting up to him, as mouthwatering as some erotic fruit never before tasted. She was gazing at him now in undisguised adoration, allowing him to wander with his fingers all over her aching, throbbing slit
Then he deftly leaned forward, scooped her up in his arms, and slid her off the couch so that she suddenly found herself kneeling at his feet His enormous cock jutted out directly in front of her, and as he stood before her it dangled just inches from her moist young lips.
"Suck it" Ian said, his voice low and sexy, "take it in your mouth and play with it. I want your tongue on my meat..."
She was breathing in little shallow gasps, and was too stunned by it all to say anything. Ian took her shining head in his hands and forced her forward until bis tip nudged the pouty promise of her lips. Her delicate, moist breath sent chills up his spine and her hands made him tingle with anticipation as she grasped his thighs to steady herself. Then, like a frightened child, she darted out that lovely tongue and wiped up the first drops of his love juice, leaving his head wet and shining with her saliva.
"Mmmm," Ian sighed in pleasure, "yes, that's right that's good. Take me in baby ... all the way ..."
He urged forward with his hips, forcing her lips to part slightly. Then, with a shudder of excitement at what she was doing, she opened her mouth wide and let him slide into the alluring depths of her oral cave, nearly choking in her effort to take him all the way in. He was too big by far for a beginner, he knew, but that baby mouth of hers could give him an exquisite experience nevertheless. She experimentally twirled her tongue around his shaft inside, exploring and learning the taste and feel of his gargantuan organ, and becoming more breathlessly aroused each second.
Then she drew her soft cheeks together and sucked on him firmly, at the same time pulling back so that his cock slid slowly out of the taut channel and only the head rested in her orifice. Ian shuddered with pleasure as his sexual circuits began to open and flashes of electric charge travelled the length of his flesh. Her playful mouth was nuzzling and nibbling at his head now, her little kitten tongue darting here and there, exploring his hole at the tip, and finally dipping down under to caress the sensitive ridge of tissue just beneath.
"Yes ... yesss," he hissed, his voice filled with his erotic tension, "that's good, very good my lovely ..."
Meanwhile her hands had crept up to his crotch and began to explore there with growing delight. Her soft, feminine fingers traced a fluttering pattern over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, brushing shyly against his huge hanging balls, hot as fire and heavy with cream.
Ian smiled coolly, looking down and watching her learning what a man's dick was for, and what she could do about it, and it fired his senses intensely to see how turned on she was at having his cock in her mouth, and how absorbed she was becoming in trying to give him pleasure. Finally she overcame her shyness and wrapped her fingers around the huge bulge of his nuts, cradling them in her cool, satiny palms. Breathing heavily against his saliva slathered dick, Jan began to knead and massage the big dangling things so skillfully that Ian felt the erotic sensations from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
Hazily he thought to himself that she was going to turn into one hell of a cocksucker, especially if she had him around to give her material to practice on. But thoughts didn't last long, for the sensations were now taking over completely. His dick throbbed and tingled into the depths of his bowels, and his every nerve was alive with a hot, glowing fire of arousal. She worked her fingers back behind his nuts and began to put pressure on the root of his weapon, giving him swirls and ripples of pleasure that he could feel deep inside.
Then, beginning to really get the hang of it, she slid suddenly forward and gulped him deep again, struggling to swallow him into the churning depths of her passionate body, struggling to fill the emptiness she felt, the desire that drove her, with this hot, hard thing. She ringed him with tight lips, making a tunnel of Hquid velvet for him to plow through, at the same time jiggling his balls until he thought they would explode with ecstasy. He picked up the rhythm of his hips then, not letting her have so much play over his movements, controlling it more.
He felt her virgin throat opening to him more and more, and he pressed his advantage, driving as deep as he dared. On his forward thrust she relaxed her cheeks and throat, caressing him loosely and gently with the swansdown Hquid softness of her oral membranes, letting him slide back and down as far as she could stand it. When he pulled back with his pelvis, she closed immediately, sucking and squeezing for all she was worth, driving him nearly out of his head with ecstasy. Just as he reached the end of his backstroke, just as the tip of his weapon hovered against the ring of her lips, she drew him in hard, catching him slightly on the tender, vulnerable cap with her little pearly teeth.
"Aaauugghhh!" Ian exclaimed in delight and sur-perse. "Yes, more, do it harder!"
Her cheeks were dimpling in tautly with the effort, and her face was a study in ecstatic concentration. The delicate down where her brows knit together gleamed softly with sweat, making her look younger and more innocent even than she was. As her head movements increased, her luscious naked boobs began to swing back and forth, banging against his legs and caressing him with their ripeness. He felt the nipples poking against his skin, rock-hard from the friction, and his groin flared in a searing burst of sensuality.
"Harder, harder, do it faster," he hissed out, his eyes riveted lewdly on the sculptured virgin nakedness of her at his feet. The curve of her shapely spine was a single graceful slope down to her ass crack, and he let his eyes linger lovingly and lustfully on that darkly suggestive crevice that led to her treasure from behind.
Her head began to bob up and down like mad, her breath coming hard and fast against his burning balls, her mouth working as if she wanted to pull out his tool by the root and devour it. He closed his eyes and savored the hot virgin membranes swirling over and around his pulsating cock with an almost insane hunger. Then she got her hands up on his rod, the part she couldn't quite take in with her mouth, and began to jack him off with everything she had. As he pulled back, letting his prick slide from its wet berth, she covered his enormous shaft with her delicate fingers and squeezed, setting explosive charges shooting off msidehim.
"Ah, God yesF' he exclaimed.
This was it, he knew. She was going to get him off in her mouth, and he relished the thought, and the knowledge that he would fee the first man to spill seed into her lovely throat Faster and faster her fingers flew on his gigantic, swollen prick, slippery and dripping now with her saliva. He felt his explosion gathering in his balls, felt his muscles tightening in the anticipation of that exquisite pleasure.
'1 want you to swallow it" he commanded her quietly, "swallow it all"
She gasped and nodded at his words, and he saw the tension build in her sinuous, sensuous flesh as she poured on her full effort to make him come. Suddenly his gigantic prick was jerking in her mouth and against her fingers as if it were a live thing with a mind of its own, and she felt the first salty tasting jet of hot male fluid spurt onto her tongue.
"Mmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmT she whimpered, as the stream grew into a river, pouring down her throat and threatening to choke her. She struggled to keep up with him, but her baby mouth and her inexperience were no match for him. The scum dribbled from the corners of her delicate hps and ran down the virginal velvet of her chin and throat
"Ahhh, ahhhh!" Ian exclaimed coolly as the deep waves of orgasmic pleasure released inside him like a key turned in a lock. He gripped her lovely head tightly in his hands, forcing her to keep at it to take it all, jamming her face again and again into his steaming crotch until the last spasms of ecstasy had died in his groin.
Then he pulled out of her mouth and stood back to look at her, his giant prick dripping and glistening and still half erect. Her soft pink hps were wet with filmy white scum, and her slender throat was shining with dribbles of it
"Lick it up," Ian said softly. "Lick it clear."
He watched as her little cat's tongue lashed out and cleaned the circle of her mouth, and her graceful hands worked over her face and throat, getting it dry. "Now me," said Ian.
She leaned forward and began to stroke her tongue along the half drooping length of his prick, lapping up the leftovers like a child after the last drips of an ice cream cone. Her lickings were soft and gentle, teasing almost, and they made him feel fantastic. Just as he knew it would, his weapon began to grow again. By the time she had him clean, it was stiff again and bouncing up and down from the pressure of her tongue.
She stopped and stared at it in amazement, then sat back on her heels and looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a combination of fear and desire. She was throbbing down between her legs he knew, but the thought of being violated by his hugeness made a lump form in that delicate throat of hers, which had just been drenched and drowned in a fountain of his potent cream. He stared back at her for a long moment, saying nothing, letting the enormity of the experience sink in on her. Her deep blue eyes were wide as saucers, and her breathing was shallow and quick, like that of a forest animal cornered after a chase.
Finally Ian let his hard mouth twist into a half smile. He bent down, lifted her easily in his arms, and laid her on her back in the middle of the floor. Then he pulled her legs apart so that her gleaming snatch hole was fully exposed, totally defenseless. She struggled slightly, but it was useless, because his hands held her thighs pinned open with effortless strength.
"Don't be afraid," he said in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Ahhnnhh ..." she gasped, half scared to death, and half wanting it more than anything else in the world.
Kneeling between her outspread thighs, Ian reached forward and began to stroke her distended pussy lips with one finger. He could see everything, every glistening inch of the unviolated beauty of her fifteen year old cunt. The minute he touched her, he knew she was dying for it. She was soaking wet, even on the outer hps, even down on her inner thighs. He slid his finger into her slit and along her pussy grooves, watching her face carefully.
"Aauugghhh!" she cried out, her whole body doubling up in shamed ecstasy at that first brazen touch of a man's hand on her private parts. Her face crumpled into a naked grimace of pleasure, and Ian's cock jerked with excitement just at the sight of it. He had touched her down there before she sucked him off, but not like this, not so that it stripped her soul naked and reduced her to a feeling of helpless slavery and need.
Ian slid his way up to her clit then, and the minute he touched it she nearly went mad. Her hips bucked up off the floor, and she jammed her love bud against his finger as if he were torturing her.
"Oh, oh God," she panted, "I can't stand it! Do it to me! Oh please, please, I want you to do it to me!"
Ian smiled coolly then, raised both her knees to a bent position to open her hole wider, then took his huge tool in his fingers and fitted it against the tight, quivering ring of her vaginal mouth. He never took his eyes off her face, loving the look of a virgin being violated for the first time, loving the way it made his blood sing with power. Just the sight of her flushed face filled with raw, naked emotion had brought his load near to the bursting point. This ride would be a quick one, he knew.
He forced an entrance with his huge head, and felt her wince with pain. He gave her half a second to catch her breath, and then began the relentless drive to .open her up, to get in. As he stroked forward in long, smooth thrusts he felt his balls swaying, heavy with his next hot shoot, and it felt fantastic to him. Finally he felt her give, he hit a slick, wet spot in her tunnel, and he shoved home as hard as he could.
"Aaaahhhhhr she screamed, and threw her arms around him, digging long, sharp fingernails into the sinews of his back. She shuddered with pain, but the condition of her vaginal passage told him it was full speed ahead. She wouldn't be able to walk for a few days, but she'd love it while it lasted.
He pounded forward then, closing his eyes and concentrating on the flaming sensations of pleasure her tight virgin pussy was giving his dick. She was like heaven to him, her vagina clutching his prick as if to strangle it, squeeze it dry, wring it out She was so stunned at the feeling of having him fill her that she could hardly move. She just lay tautly, quivering-ry still and let him fuck her. It was perfect for he could take his pleasure as he wished and at his ease.
Bracing his weight on his hands, he bent his head to her titties and began to suckle them, loving the way the scent of her perfume mixed with the undisguised odor of her female ripeness. At the same time, there was the sweet fresh scent of her youngness, the exciting smell of seawater and sun. He sucked and chewed on her nipples until they were raw, glaring red, and tight as pebbles with arousal. He buried his face and lips and teeth in the lush fullness of her virgin boob flesh, making the velvet honeycolored mounds flop wildly from side to side .
Then he moved up and covered her body with his, gnawed on her neck, licked at her throat and cheeks, tasting his own scum that had dried there. His tongue was an erotic machine, darting everywhere, catching every erotic nerve, making her crazed with the sudden flood of unendurable sensation. Their mouths met and twined in a voracious kiss of passion, and his teeth caught the sensuous fullness of her lower hp and bit almost until they drew blood.
"Ahh, ohhh, oh God, yesss ..." she gasped as he released her mouth. But she had only a split second to catch her breath.
His hands slid under her to her ass cheeks, clutching and grabbing, and at the same time his mouth fastened on her ear, licking, sucking, stroking, nibbling, tantalizing her beyond endurance. He pulled her virgin ass moons open wide, teasing her puckered anal hole with his fingertips, driving harder than ever with his prick into her steaming female canal. He felt his balls banging like crazy on the moist honey velvet of her thighs, felt the soft reddish down of her pussy fur caressing his crotch deliciously.
She was starting to shudder and tremble uncontrollably now, from deep inside, like a volcano getting ready to erupt He felt her climax coming, knew it was coming, long before she did. He released his restraints, let the flood gates open, let the cream begin to flow down the chute, knowing he would hit blastoff at exactly the same time as she did. Suddenly he felt her go frozen tight and dead still under him, catch her breath as if she'd been socked in the solar plexus. He knew she had just gone over the edge of her first vaginal orgasm.
He let his load go, a long, hot shot of volcanic ecstasy.
"Aaaauugghhhhh, ahhh, ahhhhl" she screamed, and he felt every muscle and nerve in her body quiver with sensation, with bone-breaking pleasure, felt her hole clutch at him as if it would never let go. She dissolved against him then, begging him to swallow her up, devour her, take her totally and completely.
"Ahhh," Ian sighed with satisfaction as he felt the last drop of his cream go jolting home towards her womb. He lay still for several minutes, feeling his rod losing its tumescence, beginning to droop in her canal and ease its way back out. Carefully, surreptitiously he glanced at his watch. He'd love to stay for seconds, but it was late. He and Max had business to conclude and it had to be tonight. And it had to be over with in time for another sweet fling with Sherri before the showdown, whatever that would turn out to be.
Ian engineered the next few minutes with his customary finesse and grace. He managed to get himself dressed and Jan wrapped in her big beach towel, and get himself all the way to the door without Jan feeling hurt or tearful for a moment. It was lucky for him that he had such a sense of timing.
At the door Jan said softly, "Ian, I ... well, I don't know how to say it. I ... I need you. I think I'm in love with you." He gave her his strong, steel blue silence for an answer. "Ian," she went on, "please stay with me. Please, please stay with me."
Ian pondered his rejoinder to this, realizing that he was in hotter water than usual. He couldn't help caring about both Sherri and Jan, and yet he knew that Sherri was out for his neck on a bloodletting level, and common sense told him not to exclude Jan from that possibility. Just because she was a virgin (until an hour ago) didn't mean she wasn't in cahoots. For lack of something to say or do, he opened the door.
And found himself face to face with Johnny di Luca.
"Well, well," Ian joked, "don't bother to knock." "So," said Johnny with a slight bow. "We meet again." His evil black eyes flicked quickly from Ian to the succulent nakedness of Jan, just barely covered by the beach towel, and Ian hastened to prevent him from drawing conclusions.
"I just came by to ask Sherri out to dinner tonight," he said suavely, "but I find she isn't home."
"Yes," Jan cut in quickly, sensing the danger, yet not knowing what it was, "I had just come back from the beach, and Mr.... Mr. whatever his name is ... caught me in my towel..."
There was a long, tense silence.
Finally Johnny chose to address himself to Jan. "When that sister of yours comes home, tell her I want to talk to her. On the double." Then he turned to Ian. "As for you, mister, you'd better start playing it cool. Very cool. Or you might end up very cold. You're a visitor, you know. In a strange town." Then he turned abruptly on his heel, took the steps at a run, jumped into his Fiat and roared off.
"Yes," Ian murmured, watching his dust. "A very strange town." He turned to Jan and caught her face gently in his hands. "Listen baby," he said, 'I've gotta go, but Til be back. Lock yourself in."
Then he jumped into the Porsche, gunned it, and disappeared.
Chapter Eight
But contrary to his promise, Ian didn't get back that night. He had to cancel a date with Sherri so that he and Max could wine and dine some of their big wig clients, and the way she had pleaded with him to "drop by late" made Ian realize that maybe she was really getting stuck on him. He wondered how she'd take it if she knew he'd spent the afternoon deflowering her sister!
Johnny's manner that afternoon had convinced him of one thing-not only was the guy after Ian's neck, he was after Jan's ass, and the suspicion that Ian had beat him to the cherry didn't improve his nasty temper much. What Johnny would do Ian wasn't sure, but he feared he'd take it out on Jan.
It occurred to Ian that things were getting a bit sticky. Johnny was after both Jan and Sherri, and all three of them were after him in one way or another. Meanwhile he had a fortune in emeralds to worry about! One thing he knew for sure; in the end he was more interested in the emeralds than in the cunt.
All the next day Ian hung around the hotel room waiting for the contact call to come, setting the time and place. Meanwhile Max poked around town trying to dig up the low-down on the mysterious Johnny di Luca. When he returned, well after dark, what he had to tell made Ian laugh at himself for not having figured it out before.
"Of course, for Chrissake, that's it!" Ian exclaimed, socking his fist into his hand. "The bastard is a pimp! He's Sherri's pimp, and that's why she jumps when he says jump. He controls the money, she's totally dependent on him. Still, that doesn't prove that they're not both into jewel smuggling as a sideline." He thought a minute. "I guess," he said slowly, "their next move is going to tell the tale. One thing is certain-tonight is going to be a bit nerve-wracking!"
"Yeah," Max grinned. "So you lay off the hanky-panky this time, huh?"
"Not on your life," Ian returned with his slow, cool smile.
"Listen buddy, it's your life too-" Max began, but the shrill sound of the telephone ringing cut him off. They exchanged glances, and Ian lifted the receiver and held a short, murmured conversation.
"That was it," he said in a tight voice as he hung up. "Get out your bathing trunks Max, we're going for a little moonlight swim."
"A what!?" said Max. "Jesus, that beats all! Those guys think up the damndest contact points. Next it'll be a ferris wheel-" He went grumbling off to change, and minutes later the two of them were roaring along in the Porsche, heading for a remote spot on the fashionable St. Tropez beach.
The night was deliciously warm, with a soft breeze blowing and the scent of tropical sweetness in die air. As Ian pulled off the highway and parked, he felt his blood begin to pulse with sexual excitement, felt his masculine power tensing and galvanizing for the challenge that lay ahead of him. The moon was high and full. As he and Max stepped from the car, Ian glanced at the sky.
"Well," he said casually, "the lights are on. If there's going to be a contest, that baby of a moon will make it even."
"Check," said Max, and they started down the slope of the beach together. Slowly. Like they were going for a swim. But both of them wore terry beach robes, and both were checking the concealed gun in the right pocket. They reached the open stretch of sand, stopped to light cigarettes, and then started to stroll.
"So," said Max nervously, "where the hell is she?"
"Don't ask, just stroll," Ian responded. "She'll turn up."
They progressed towards the point, a dim blur in the darkness far ahead. They approached a rock outcropping, and suddenly as if from nowhere a slinky female form was coming toward them, clad in a skin tight bildni. She walked casually, her head down, and Ian saw at once that her body was magnificent
"MMmmmm," said Max, as loudly as he dared.
As she approached she raised her head, then slowed and stopped in front of them and gave the signal. "Excuse me," she said in a sultry, French accented voice, "but do you have a light?"
Ian produced his lighter and, in the flare, saw that her face was as fantastic as the rest of her. Dark thick hair, almond shaped eyes, huge boobs ...
"What's your name?" he said coolly.
"Maria," she responded. Then stared at him for a moment. Then extended her hand. "Shall we take a walk?" she said.
"See ya later, kids," Max joked. "Ill be here if you need me."
Ian followed her lead as she strode down the beach, saying not a word, knowing that she was his lead to a fortune in emeralds. She passed the first rock pile, cut up the beach around it and led him to a second more private little hideaway tucked back from the shore. It was almost a cave. She ducked her head at the entrance, led him in, and then turned to face him.
"It's a bit dark," said Ian, "although it's romantic."
She didn't favor him with an answer, just knelt in the dim moonglow and started to dig in the sand. Ian fastened his eyes on the deep crack of her cleavage as she bent over, and saw that her tits were nothing short of magnificent They swelled up and nearly spilled over the tight bikini top, and the soft, lush flesh jiggled enticingly as she dug. He saw that her sleek olive skin gleamed with sea water. She had apparently been for a dip just to make it all look real.
His cock was now standing at attention, pressing against the tight trunks as if it would burst. Ian felt the sweet hot flush of desire rush through him, sharpened deliciously by the knife-like edge of danger. He moved softly nearer the entrance where the moon was bright casting a light on the sand that made it glisten like pulverised diamonds. Silently he shrugged out of his terry shirt and let it fall. Then he skinned out of his trunks and let his weapon burst free, throbbing like some giant engine.
She finished digging and raised up on her knees, holding a small cloth bag in her hands. "Here are the-" she whispered, glancing up; but the sight that met her eyes made her stop short. The bright moonlight gleamed on Ian's sinewy nakedness, and he towered over her, blocking her way to the open shore. "I ..." she began, then brought her hands to her boobs in an unconscious gesture of protection. "Come here," said Ian quietly. "On your knees." Something in his voice made her obey him without question, made a shiver of excitement pass over her nearly naked flesh. She could see nothing but the magnificent enormousness of his cock, jutting out at her like a command. Slowly she crawled to him in the sand, cradling the bag of priceless emeralds against her voluptuous tits.
"Suck it!" Ian ordered in a low, cold voice.
"But-"
"1 said suck it!" he repeated, not even changing his tone, not moving an inch, but dominating and controlling her completely.
She dropped the bag and moved up close to him, on her knees and, as she drew near, the heat emanating from his powerful masCTiline flesh sent a thrill through her such as she had never felt before.
"Ohhh, oh my God," she murmured weakly, staring at the gigantic prick that hovered before her in all its naked glory. Then she took a deep breath, and the odor of his maleness, of his aroused sex just inches from her face, made her shiver with intense excitement. The fact that he was a total stranger, and that this was a very dangerous thing to be doing made it even stronger.
Her tongue lashed out tentatively and licked a few of the salty drops of his love juice from the tip. Ian felt a thrill of anticipation at that first tongue touch. She was going to be good. Then she brought her sleek, well-manicured hands up to his steel-muscled thighs, and began to rub them up and down caressing-gly. Her dark eyes flashed up at him, and she dug her long nails into him possessively, delivering the message of desire.
Then, like a professional diver, she opened her mouth and plunged. Her velvety oral membranes were suddenly encasing his throbbing cock in a bath of liquid fire, and he drew his breath in sharply in pleasure. She took him so deep in that first plunge that he was caught off guard. Few women were able to swallow his gigantic size that well.
Then suddenly she was everywhere, up and down, under and over, all around him, her mouth going like a warm, wet whirlwind to give him pleasure. He buried his hands in the fragrant dark masses of her hair, and held her head to his crotch, beginning to answer her with his hips. His tightly muscled pelvis drove forward and back, forward and back, responding to her lead, fucking her in the mouth with hard, almost vicious strokes. They were racing into the heat of it right from the start, tangling like jungle animals there in that sweet tropical night.
He moved his hands through her hair, then over her face, tracing every lovely feature, possessing and exploring. He dipped his fingertips into her delicate ears, hitting the erotic nerves there and making her squirm with arousal. Her shapely ass began to wave around, she rose and fell on her knees in a steady rhythm as the fire in her pussy was ignited and began to build. He looked down and saw that she was grinding herself against her heels, wriggling and squirming in an attempt to relieve the sudden violent ache he had created in her cunt hole.
Ian smiled coolly. He was pleased. He spread his feet a little wider, so that her hands would have freer play between his legs.
She took the cue and delved deep, burying her soft fingertips in the hairy hotness of his pubic crevice, stroking and massaging the huge swinging mounds of his balls with passionate eagerness. Her nails scraped deliciously on the tender velvet surface of his scrotum, sending pinpricks of delight jolting through his blood.
Ian brought his fingertips across her cheeks to where the tight ring of her voluptuous mouth was firmly clamped around the pounding thickness of his shaft. He could feel himself ramming in and out of that delicous orifice like a steam piston, driving as hard and as fast as greased hghtning. Her saliva dribbled onto his fingers, and he forced the edge of her mouth open so that he could feel the slippery satin softness of her inner lips with his fingers. He ran over and around it skillfully, well aware that she had erotic nerves there and that he was stoking the fire down between her legs.
"Nnnnn ..." she whimpered, letting her mouth go slack, letting him have free play there. Her eyes were closed, her face tilted up, and the moonlight beat down on it, making her lashes cast long, sexy shadows on the curves of her cheeks. Then suddenly, without warning, she closed her long sleek nails in hard on his thighs, clawing with ferocious sexuality.
"Ha!" Ian exclaimed. "So ... you are a little tigress ..."
He brought his hand from her mouth and, in a lightning move, grasped the fullness of her hair and yanked up hard.
"Aahhnnnhh!" she exclaimed in pain, but he felt the shudder of erotic delight that went through her body then and gave her away. She loved it.
She bent her efforts to his cock again, letting her hands slip around behind him and fold around the steel-hard mounds of his ass cheeks. As her mouth worked at him, her fingers began to operate in tandem, kneading and massaging skillfully, gradually pulling his ass crack open and stretching the sensitive edges of his anal hole. The sensation was exquisite and he let the sweet, warm waves of pleasure flood through him unimpeded. He had his back to the approach path, and that gave his enjoyment an added spice, because he knew he was daring fate. But Max was out there on the open sand, his finger glued to the trigger, and even if somebody jumped him, Max would find a way to make a lot of noise about it.
Then Ian felt her fingers working deeper and deeper into his ass crack, and he knew what the lady had in mind. A shiver of delighted anticipation passed over him. The sleek fingernails clawed their way further and further until they hovered right at the entrance to his anus, until they were teasing the tightly puckered and very sensitive skin that was one of his main places of pleasure.
"Mmmmm, yes, baby," he murmured, "do it, do it there!"
"Nnnnhhh," she whimpered in response, her excitement fired by the knowledge that she was satisfying him.
With her left hand she pulled one of his cheeks wide open, and at the same time her right forefinger hovered directly over target. She circled teasingly for a few seconds, then pushed forward in a slow, agonizing plunge, entering the hot, steaming tunnel relentlessly. The sharp edge of her nail cut into the delicate tissue, putting just the right twinge of pain into the lewd ecstasy that rippled through his ass.
"Ahhh, good!" he snapped out, and began pumping forward in short, sharp jabs, his cock just barely pulling out of her lips on each backstroke. He clung tight to her face, keeping his balls pressed right up against her satiny cheeks, enjoying the feeling of them flopping obscenely against her there. Each time he pulled back, the angle of his pelvis forced her finger to drive deeper into the steaming depths of his quivering hole.
The ecstasy was building in him now, firing his muscles with super-human power, making him feel as if he could fly. He had a load for her, all right, he could feel it right now beginning to surge inside him like a mighty river behind a dam. But time was short on this one, he didn't have all night, he knew he would be forced to make it a one shot deal. And that one shot he didn't want to spill in her mouth. He had a better idea of where he wanted to put it.
Glancing down, he could see the neatly rounded moons of her rump beckoning to him lasciviously. The bottoms of her bikini had slipped down from all the Crashing around she was doing, and the seductive crack of her ass was revealed, a long dark shadow that led straight down to the enticing joys of her anus. He would take her cunt first, get her off until she nearly fainted, and then ...
He decided it was time to get down to business. His strong hands closed around her head and pulled backwards, forcing her to release his prick from her mouth. She came back gasping, licking her lips wildly, at the same time pulling her finger from his ass hole with a suddenness that made him see stars of ecstasy. With the backs of her hands she wiped the smears of safiva off her cheeks, just as he dropped to his knees in the sand in front of her.
He reached out and grabbed the bikini top in his fist, where it came together between her huge breasts, and pulled. It fell away with a ripping sound, and her tits flopped obscenely from the impact.
"Aiieel" she shrieked, and her hands flew up to cover her naked boobs. He had taken her completely by surprise. But he was too quick for her and, while her hands were protecting her tits, he grabbed at the edge of her trunks and ripped them away. Then his fingers were around her wrists like a steel vise, opening her arms and forcing her onto her back.
She squirmed helplessly naked in the sand while he towered above her, his huge weight and strength making a mockery of her struggle. But a cool smile curved the corners of his mouth. It amused him and pleased him that she put up a fight. These French women had something to them, he reflected, a sense of the raw animal battle that made sex the delightful entertainment that it was.
He kneed her legs open, surprised at the amount of strength he encountered in those sleek, slender thighs. She fought Hke a cat, spitting and hissing, bucking him even after he had her cunt hole spread, and it served to intensely whet his appetite. He knew she'd sing a different tune once she tasted the hard steel of his sword inside her. No woman was proof against that.
"Ah, my fittle tigress," he purred, "you are beautiful, very beautiful. And you wul do exactly as I wish!"
He was grazing the swollen lips of her pussy now with the head of his rod, and he smiled in amusement to find them soaking wet with aching desire. No matter how hard she fought, she was desperate to get it! He teased her for a few moments, revolving his hips in a circle and keeping the nose of his prick pressed close to her dripping snatch. Then he slid up slightly, bringing his head into contact with the thrusting bud of her clit.
"Aaauugghh!" she gasped, and the way her body jerked under him, he knew she was no match for him now. He had hit her secret spring, and from here on in she was completely helpless under him. He watched with amusement as her movements of fighting dissolved into a writhing, squirming display of desperate desire.
"Beg me," he said in a cool voice. "I want you to beg me for it."
"Ahhh, ahhh ..." she breathed sharply, her tits heaving. Her glazed eyes stared up at him, frantic with sexual arousal. He saw that she loved being taken this way. "Yes ... yes ..." she panted. "I beg you ... oh, please, stick it in, stick it in meee...!"
Holding her hard by the wrists, keeping her pinned as if he were wrestling her, Ian positioned his cock at the tender entrance to her vagina and paused. The pressure there was enough to drive her crazy with need, he knew. Her hips began bucking up off the sand in desperation, and her arms closed around his back, trying to bring him down to her. If he kept this up just a bit longer, Ian knew he'd have her primed for an orgasm almost the minute he got inside her. Then he could simply settle back and take his own pleasure.
"Mon dieu," she panted, "I beg you ... fuck me, fuck meeel"
He drove, burying his gigantic prick to the hilt.
"Aaauugghhh!" she screamed, as his thrust nearly ripped her in half, but at the same time filled her with a flash fire of ecstasy that made her nearly pass out
"Mmmm," Ian murmured, sinking down into the warm haven of her voluptuous tits and beginning to stroke like a pro. She was wet as could be inside, and her cunt hole was just right not too small to give him room to move and manipulate his over-sized organ. He pounded steadily forward, varying his stroke as to give her the most possible pleasure in the least possible time. He swiveled his hips in a circle, making his rod caress her tunnel from every angle, sinking it into her like a giant corkscrew.
She was going wild under him, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his back, digging with her heels, clutching with her claws, as if she wanted to devour him with her luscious, sumptuous body. He felt the tip of his weapon ripping into her very depths as he drove harder and harder in response to her incoherent pleading, murmured wetly in his ear in broken French. The lady was liking it, and no mistake about that!
Her pillowy boobs smashed up against his strong chest, caressing him with their sumptuous flesh, and teasing him with the erect caps of her nippies. Sand was sticking to both of them now because of the sweat they were in from their battle, and the gritty feel of it made a nice sensual contrast for Ian's hands on the velvet texture of her skin.
"Uhhnh, ahhnnhh, ahhhh!" she groaned as he pounded into her with relentless ferocity.
"Ahhh," Ian murmured, diving into her neck with wet kisses, and then sinking his teeth in a sudden bite to the throat a bite that made her jump sky-high with excitement. She bent her head back and bared her slender neck to him, exactly as an animal does that is vanquished in battle.
"Yes, yes, take me, take me?' she gasped out.
And Ian buried his teeth and his cock at the same time as deep as he dared, for he could already feel the shudders of her climax beginning deep in her steaming loins. He felt the orgasm rise in her vaginal tunnel and break around his prick, throbbing and pulsing like a volcanic explosion. He kept with it driving hard, wringing it out of her until he felt the wet rush of cunt juice come washing down his rod that signaled the end of her release.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ooooo ..." she gasped, suddenly limp in his arms.
He gave her hardly half a second to catch her breath. He pulled his dick from her hole, grasped her around the waist, and flipped her on her belly before she knew what had happened. He yanked her back onto her knees, and at the same time slid his hand into her slit, wetted his fingers, and smeared her ass hole with lubricating cunt juice.
"Ooooo ... oh, ohhh rwoool" she shrieked, as she realized what he was going to do. But it was too late, and she was helpless. The rock hard tip of his prick was already nudging the entrance of her defenseless ass hole, already opening her up with the help of her slippery sex juice.
"No, please, please, I beg of you ..." she gasped, trying to fight him off, but too weak to do it from the draining effects of her orgasm.
His hard head was straining at her anal entrance, his hips jabbing lustfully, forcing an entrance.
"I can't, I can't take it, no... noooo ... aiieeeer Her pleadings ended in a strangled scream as his battering ram broke through and he stuck it in her as far as it would go. He could feel her anal walls shuddering under the impact, straining to take his hugeness in without sphtting in half.
The most intense wave of ecstasy he had ever felt washed over Ian then. He paused a moment and glanced down, savoring the deliciously lewd sight of his huge prick buried to the balls in this voluptuous woman's ass. He braced his hands on the shifting sand, and began to plow her as he had never plowed before. She thrashed and struggled, ripped apart by pain, but he refused to let up, and she was no match for him.
This was the way he wanted it, this succulent ass hole was where he wanted to deliver the throbbing load that was surging right this minute in his balls.
"Take it, baby," he said tightly through his teeth, "take it and like itl I wanna cream in your ass, and that's the way it is!"
Even though she was writhing in pain, Ian could tell that she was secretly enjoying the torture through which he was so casually putting her vulnerable feminine flesh. He felt her open slightly inside, felt her begin to stretch and accept him, answer him, give him back a little. Her hips weren't moving to fuck him back, but she was holding still and taking it, bracing herself on her elbows and knees for his fierce thrusts.
"Mmmm, you're good, very good," Ian purred into the back of her neck. He felt her shudder with pleasure at these words, even through her pain.
She was as tight as a glove around his bulging prick, and the sensations that rippled through his flesh were some of the best he had ever known. The blood pounded in his temples like a jungle tattoo, and a flush of power sang across the expanse of his naked flesh. Maybe he had but a few minutes to five; but those few minutes would be some of the best of his life!
He felt it coming now, no matter how hard he tried to hang on, to make it last. The cream boiled inside him, begged to spurt into the tunnel of her bowels. He looked down at the lovely, lewdly waving ass beneath him, at the tightly puckered mouth where his dick was buried, at the glistening film of sex juice that covered his prick and her ass hole, and he knew that ecstasy was on the way.
He began to pound into her faster than ever, so fiercely and relentlessly that she groaned in an agonizing mixture of joy and pain. His balls banked heavily against the velvet crevice where her ass cheeks parted for him, and the sand dug into his knees like tiny knives as he opened the throttle. Then he felt it, a searing burst of ecstatic flame racing down the inside of his rod and bursting from the tip. He filled her and filled her, shooting cream into the hot tightness of her ass hole as if he would never stop.
She twisted and groaned under him, writhing in lewd excitement, as she felt him unloading in her anus. Then she collapsed on her face in the sand, gasping, unable to take the pounding strain of his weight any longer.
He lay still on top of her for a long minute, catching his breath. Then he gathered his senses and got back to dealing with where he was, and what he had to do. Slowly he inched backwards until the head of his cock popped from her tight anus with a slight sucking sound. She winced in pain, and gathered her knees to her chest, rolling over on her side to try to ease the feeling. By the time she opened her sexy dark eyes and looked up, he stood over her fully dressed. He held the bag of emeralds in one hand, and a tight roll of thousand dollar bills in the other.
Their eyes met and Ian smiled. "Don't say it wasn't great," he said smoothly, "because it was. Memorable. Baby, you're fantastic. Here," he added, tossing her the wad of money, "buy yourself a mink."
Then he turned sharply and began to weave his way back through the rocks to the outer beach, where Max was waiting.
When he came out to open shore, he paused, looked around, then saw Max a hundred yards or so down the sand, looking for all the world like some tourist out for a midnight swim. He hesitated deliberately, casually lit a cigarette, waved, and then started towards him, cool as a cucumber. If anyone was watching, Ian thought to himself, it would have looked just like I picked up some hot tramp dame, and my good ol' buddy hung around waiting for me until I managed to get the little lady off!
They hung around for a few seconds after they connected, then very casually began to climb the slope of beach to the Porsche, confident that everything was under control. Neither one of them glanced around in time to see the dark figure of a man emerge from behind some rocks on the beach, follow them to the road, and then climb into his hidden car to follow them.
Chapter Nine
"What are those lights?" Ian asked tensely, glancing at the rear view mirror. "They weren't there a moment ago."
Max turned in the seat and concentrated on the car that followed them. "He's comin' fast," he said. "I think he may be after us."
"Wait awhile," Ian responded coolly. "Well see." He took a deep breath and felt for the small bag of emeralds, worth a fortune, that snuggled unassumingly in the pocket of his terry beach robe. Alongside his gun.
Max had drawn his gun and had it at the ready. "I don't like it," he said quietly "he's closing. He came from nowhere. Tknow? outa the blue."
"Yeah," said Ian suavely, "and he's going right back there. Right now." The speed with which the following car was coming up made it clear that a chase was on, and Ian had seen a little used side road ahead, a tough mountain track that very few people even knew about, let alone were capable of driving. Without warning, he twisted the wheel, and they were zinging straight up on a hairpin road that some race drivers wouldn't have taken at this speed on a dare.
The car behind them, skidded, recovered, and came after them in a cloud of dust
"How's he doing?" asked Ian tersely, all his concentration on the snaky climb ahead of him.
"Good," Max reported. "Smooth recovery. He's right on us. The guy is a local, that's for sure. Nobody but you could drive this road at this speed unless he was real familiar with it. And that means somebody who lives here, yknow, because very few people know this road even exists!"
"Right, "said Ian smoothly, taking a sharp turn at breakneck pace, "so who does that leave us with? Who are our local' friends?"
Max snorted, and cocked his gun, still looking out the back window. "We only got one," he smirked, "and I think he may have gone a little too far in extending his overtures of friendliness this time." He leveled his gun slowly and deliberately, aiming at the left windshield behind.
"Wait Max " Ian cautioned, "let's be sure. Til slow to where we're in range."
"Bloody ballsy, aren't you?" said Max, as Ian let off on the accelerator enough to let the guy catch up. "Yeah ... yeah," he said after a minute, "it's a Fiat, all right. None other than Johnny di Luca. So now what?"
"Hold off," Ian smiled suavely. "I've got his number, and I can deliver the goods right up ahead."
"Hold off!F* Max bellowed. "Are you crazy? He's right on our tail, he's-"
A shot rang out, smashing the back windshield and ricocheting off into the darkness.
Max ducked and, when he came up for air, he said, "SO? What d'ya want me to do about that, for Cris-sake?"
"Hold your fire, Max," said Ian coldly, "there's a better way out of this. We don't want him found with bullet holes anywhere! Now listen, this is a deadly road, and no one can drive it better than I can, and if we're gonna finish him, this is the place!"
With that he gunned the motor around a perilously steep curve and climb, his face tightening into a smiling mask of cool determination.
"Whew!" said Max, "this is for mountain goats. It's a good thing I trust ysLl-UhhnnhT he added, as he had to duck again, dodging fire from the pursuing car.
"Don't return," Ian barked, "don't fire, whatever you do! It's a long shot, but I know I can make it, right around the next curve ... I"
Suddenly the wheels squealed in the dirt, and the tires fought for traction as they slid into a hairpin upwards curve at a breakneck pace, the Fiat close behind. All of Ian's concentration was on pulling out of the spin and he made it.
But he had been right in deducing that it would take a superior driver who had skill on his side and nothing else on his mind to take that turn clean at that speed. The Fiat skidded, shimmied, and went through a circus list of hi-jinks before it landed like a beached fish, spinning its wheels in the ditch.
"Benched," said Ian calmly.
"Whew!" said Max, and put his gun away. "You were right. You and the road did it. Do you think he's hurt?"
"Hard to tell," Ian replied without emotion. "He flipped, but he didn't turn. Could be okay. Could've broken his neck. Who knows?"
There was silence until they reached the edge of town. When they got there, Ian said, "When you come right down to it, there's only one who' that might know, and I'm trying the bar first because I want to blow this town with the greatest possible speed. Only I won't leave," he added determinedly, "without knowing the score."
Ian's appearance at Chez Renard in his bathing trunks caused no comment. It was a resort city.
"Where's Sherri?" he asked the bartender abruptly. "I want to talk to her!"
"She was in here only an hour ago Mr. Lloyd, very upset," he answered. "It seems she wants to talk to you!"
Minutes later the Porsche squealed to a halt outside the chic little house that Sherri shared with her sister Jan. Darting cautious glances from side to side, Ian and Max jumped from the car and strode to the door-taking the loot with them.
"Now look," said Ian coolly when Sherri answered the door, "we only have a few minutes to waste doll, and we want the whole story, so you'd better get smart and spill." He forced her backwards into the living-room before she could even catch her breath, and locked the door behind him.
"Wha-what are you talking about?" she stammered.
"Don't play innocent. Your boyfriend di Luca just nearly plastered us on the beach road-shot at us- now what's this all about?"
"Oh ... oh God," she moaned, "I didn't know he'd go that far to get back at me."
"Get back at you?!" said Ian. "What the hell for?" He and Max exchanged glances and decided to keep their mouths shut until they'd heard Sherri's part of the story.
"For you, of course," she said, looking at Ian warmly. "Johnny knew right away that I was crazy over you, that you were different from any of the other guys that come around with the key."
"Other guys that-?! But-but-what about the emeralds ...?"
"What emeralds?"
Ian was dumbfounded. "Ah-er, nothing, never mind, probably hasn't anything to do with it. Go on."
"Well, I suppose you've guessed by now that John-ny's my-well, my pimp. I make a fortune for him, and he's scared to death of losing me. Besides, he's in love with me. He's also," she added darkly, "crazy about Jan. I've tried to protect her, but-oh Ian, it's so awful. I've been looking for you for hours tonight! Johnny came around here about nine o'clock, drunk and bloody mad, and roughed her around. I wasn't here and he-he raped herl He said since she wasn't a virgin anymore anyway, he might as well cash in. Do you know what he meant by that?"
Ian caught his breath. Obviously Jan hadn't spilled the beans on him. He decided it was safest to ignore the question. "Is she all right?" he asked anxiously. "Where is she?"
"Oh, she's okay, just a little shaken is all. I suppose it had to happen sometime. She's safe with a friend, but I don't understand why-"
"Look, Sherri," Ian cut her off, "level with me, baby. Are you and Johnny involved in illegal smuggling activities or anything to do with that?" He heard Max catch his breath at the chance of exposure he was taking.
"Smuggling?r said Sherri incredulously. "Oh darling, for God's sake, I may be a loose woman, but I'm not a wicked one!" Her astonishment and amusement convinced him that she was telling the truth.
"Okay then," he said quietly, "what the hell is this key business all about?"
"Ahhhh," she said, "so thafs what's made you suspicious! Tell me, where did you get it?"
Ian recited faithfully the whole story starting with Lisa and the fight in Nice, but leaving Jeanette out of it for obvious reasons.
"Okay," Sherri responded, "so here's the story." She broke out a bottle of brandy and three glasses and poured for all of them. "The key," she said, taking a long sip of her brandy, "is a well kept secret. It's a very special thing. There's a ring of us throughout France operating as very expensive and high-class call girls, some French and some American. We have a fun little deal between us: anytime one of us meets a man we would call a true super-stud, we give ourselves to him free, and then we give him the key. This is his identification mark for the next girl, and entitles him to the same treatment, free and without question, in the next town. Ordinarily the key is good for only one stop. But it would seem, my handsome friend, that your prowess has entitled you to keep it for three!" Sherri's eyes were sparkling as she looked at Ian. "Let's see ... Lisa, Anita, and me. You haven't done badly, you know."
Ian let out a little sigh of relief and amusement. The pieces were starting to fit together. Now he understood why the two men had fought so hard over Lisa-their masculine honor was at stake. He understood why Lisa had pretended not to know Jeanette- for the girls who belonged to the key, all the fun was in the mystery of it. He also understood why Johnny had tried to stop him and Sherri that first night at Chez Renard-that poor goon was probably sick of the sight of that key, because it meant his lady was giving her high priced snatch out free and that cost him money!
"Lady," said Ian, bowing suavely, "I owe you an apology."
"Oh no, what for?!" said Sherri, not realizing how thoroughly Ian and Max had mistrusted her, had labeled her as a criminal, a double-crossing bitch out to get them.
"Well, I won't explain," Ian grinned, "I'll just turn in my badge and hit the road." With that he fished the key from his robe pocket and dropped it on the coffee table. "I've always carried it with me wherever I go, but I think this is the end of the story."
Sherri picked it up sadly. "You know, I wish you'd stay," she said. "I need you. And Jan is very fond of you. And after what happened tonight I'm throwing Johnny out of my life for good!"
Max and Ian exchanged looks. "Yeah," said Max, "well, Johnny may turn up again, or he may not. Hard to tell."
"However," Ian cut in, briskly, "I see no reason why we can't have an absolutely deKghtful farewell party. I mean," he added in a sultry voice, "something just between the three of us."
Sherri smiled at him, catching his meaning perfectly. She lifted her glass in a toast. 'To the three of us!" she said. And as they all drank, Ian was calculating just how long they could afford to spend before either Johnny woke up and came after them, or the police put two and two together and came after them. He drained his glass and put it down.
"I think," he said, "we should begin the festivities at once!" With that, he wrapped his arms around Sherri, pinned her mouth in a passionate kiss, and yanked down the zipper of her dress behind her back, all before she knew what was happening.
"Mmmm," she sighed against his mouth, letting herself be seduced by his lips, letting her flesh willingly be puDed again into the maelstrom of desire. There were two big cocks waiting for her this time, and just the very thought of it made her heart pound like a trip-hammer from the start. As Ian's lips twisted back and forth on hers, she felt her juices beginning to flow almost as if he'd pushed a button. No man had ever excited her like he did. The fact that this was the last time she'd have him doubled the intensity of her desire. He would disappear into the night after this, leaving her body lusting and aching and alone. She would dream of him for a long time, she knew that.
But for now, right now, she had him. And Max too. She held still, letting his hands peel her clothes off and roam the succulent reaches of her naked back. Gradually the dress slipped down in front, exposing her voluptuous tits strapped into a red lace bra that accentuated their hugeness magnificently.
"Mmmm," said Ian, looking down lustfully at them, "this is the last time, baby, and we're going to make it count!" He scooped her up in his arms and marched off with her to the bedroom, half dressed. He glanced over his shoulder at the amused Max. "Coming?" he asked.
"You bet," Max responded, getting to his feet and barreling after him. Trobably before I even get my pants off I"
Ian dumped Sherri on the bed and finished the task of stripping her. He was short on ceremony tonight because he was celebrating-the heist had gone off like clockwork except for the small monkey-wrench di Luca had tried to throw in. His eagerness was also because he was tight for time. His expert brain had calculated forty-five naked, lustful minutes at the outside. Then they had to hit the road. Hard.
"Mnunmm," Max murmured, looking down at the now naked body of Sherri, sprawled on her back across the bed. Her sumptuous tits jutted up like snowy, cherry-tipped mountains, making him almost begin to drool.
She was aroused thoroughly now by Ian's masterful handling of her, and she tossed fitfully on the bed, squirming her naked flesh against the coverlet, and making her tits bounce like firm, delicious mounds of jello. Her passion-dimmed eyes gazed up at them both, telling the whole story that was going on inside her, the story of love that has to settle for lust, but does so willingly.
"I'll never find a man like you," she whispered to Ian, her eyes flicking down to his turgid cock blasting at his trunks. "Since this is the last time, let's make it a good one to remember ..." Then she turned her burning gaze on Max, flashed it over his body, and let it come to rest on his throbbing erection. "I want to suck it," she said softly, "I want to make you come in my mouth while Ian is fucking me ..." She broke off in sharp gasps, her breathing nearly strangled from the excitement. Ian and Max exchanged looks and smiles.
Then Ian bent forward over her, grasped her knees firmly, and ripped them apart. Sherri's snatch, encased in gleaming red pussy fur, was fully exposed to them both. She writhed and twisted on her back, unbearably aroused by the sudden opening of her cunt hps and the resulting rush of cool air against the moist, hot, secret membranes. The elastic rimmed circle of her vagina had expanded visibly, and her hole gaped up at them like a voracious, devouring mouth, so eager to swallow cock that it throbbed in anticipation. She was held wide open by the pressure of Ian's hands at her knees, and her cunt slit was expanded too, clearly twitching and jerking with the pulse beat of her excitement.
"Oooooo, oooooooo ..." Sherri moaned, aware of the two pairs of eyes that feasted lasciviously on her naked private parts, drinking in the sight with unbridled lust. Just the way they stared at her slit made her juice. She felt her female fluids rashing down her canal and spilling out onto her cuntal flower like jungle rain in response to the mysterious voo-doo drums.
"Oh my God, what are you doing to me?!" she moaned.
For answer, Ian dived between her shapely thighs, forced his head up to the crevice, and sucked her wet pussy lips into his mouth, all before she could even cry out or respond. Her body jerked tight with the ^suddenness of it, jolted into a spasm of pleasure that was so intense she could hardly stand it. Her belly contracted in a jack-knife spasm, and her legs scissored wide to let him in.
Meanwhile Max climbed up on the bed, having first rapidly stripped himself naked, and squirmed up to where her exquisite, dew-laden lips were beckoning to him. His mouth closed harshly on the voluptuous ripe curvature of her lips, and he began to sup nectar from the soft aperture. At the same time, his hands roamed everywhere they could reach-along her slender, velvety throat, into her sensitive armpits, around the fleshy hugeness of her tits, and finally down the white satin shde of her belly, right to the tangled red fire of fur near the entrance to her treasure.
Ian's mouth was busy with the enchantment of her moist pink crevice as it rationed out nectar to him in response to his tongue thrusts. He dipped and dived from side to side and top to bottom, sometimes teas-ingly grazing the thick dampness of her fiery bush. His tongue was a maddening taunt in her quivering slit, causing her to grind her hips harder and harder upwards, lusting after further fulfillment.
Ian got his hands under her, grasped her ivory white buttocks, and began to knead the full flesh mercilessly, just brushing his fingers into her slit from the back, and grazing her tightly anxious ass hole. In seconds he had her nearly out of her head. His hands and his mouth combined had forced the blood into her pussy lips like a river, making them throb painfully with need, making them swell to tantalizing proportions. Her juice dripped out onto his tongue, and the taste and smell of it made him react Hke a Hon perks up at the scent of a kill. His cock sprung to full attention, ready to thrust to the hilt.
Sherri's slender fingers shthered down, down over her satin belly, sneaked between her legs, began to fondle Ian's strongly handsome face where it rested between her thighs; she traced the taut outfine of his lips where they opened and closed against her hot, naked cunt opening. Then she slipped her finger in and found the tip of his tongue with it... teased the tip of his tongue, leading him higher and higher up her slit until she had brought him to bear directly on the tight miniature prick that was her achingly sensitive cfitoris.
"Aaahhnnhh!" she gasped out as he sank his tongue right on target, Hcking and lashing her trigger button as if he wanted to make her explode. She jerked and shimmied under him wildly, and he knew that she was so ready to be fucked that if they didn't hurry up about it they'd miss the boat. He reached up and grabbed her around the waist, turning her effortlessly onto her belly, just as Max slid around into position. As Sherri caught her weight on her elbows, she looked down to see Max's prick confronting her, right in front of her nose.
He had squirmed around so he was haff sitting, half lying, right where her face was. Ian had placed her on her belly so that her legs dangled over the side and her slit was fully exposed from behind. Then he slid off the bed so his feet touched the floor and, half crouching, rammed her solidly from behind. He was in no mood to take it slow. His dick ripped into her Hke a pile driver, full steam ahead.
His blasting shove knocked the breath out of her for a minute, it also jogged her forward hard, slamming her mouth down automatically on Max's surging prick. Max grabbed her head in his hands, holding her tight to her task, and closed his eyes in delighted anticipation of the shoot that lay just moments ahead.
They both started to fuck her hell bent for leather then, having no time to waste. Max's prick violated her soft mouth in rapid fire strokes, and Ian's huge dick split her in half from behind. There was the steady pounding sound of body smashing against body, and hardly any other noise but harsh, rasping, passionate breathing, deep in concentration on pleasure. Ian looked down and saw how her moist pink crevice was held wide open by the thickness of his turgid pole, and by his spread palms flat out against her defenseless buttocks, stretching them to the full. The quivering elastic ring of her vaginal mouth looked strained to the breaking point. With each merciless thrust of his pole, it looked as if it would give and tear.
But Sherri was in ecstasy. She angled her ass up and backwards lewdly, begging him to shove it deeper, to quench the taunting fire he had set in her womb. The juice was dripping from her, slathering his balls, making the insides of her thighs as slippery and shiny as glass. The fleshy hugeness of his stiff organ pounded and surged in her quivering tunnel, the chunky, thick head seeming to probe deeper every time. Each slam only made her hotter, made her want it deeper and more.
"Uuuhhnnnnhh! Do it, do it!" she murmured against Max's prick. She was taking him in and out of her mouth in long tantalizing strokes, letting him fall out and flop loose sometimes so that it drove him fairly mad to stay inside her. She'd pull back and make him thrust for her, hold him off and hold him off ... then suddenly dive so deep, swallow him so hard that he saw stars. His groin was aching with an agonized excitement now. Max knew that was partly because Sherri made him want to blow so bad, and partly from the spice and danger involved in this tumble. He and Ian were risking their necks to stay a minute longer than they had to.
Sherri's flame red hair had fallen forward and was now brushing his balls, a swansdown treat of fluttering, shimmering softness on the most sensitive flesh he possessed. Her hands were all over his thighs too, stroking, clutching, nipping at him with fingernails and streaking him with long red mementoes of this last adventure. She worked her slender, skilled fingers in under his balls and began to knead and massage his nuts in her soft palms with convulsive spasms of passion-energy that sent his head spinning. Meanwhile her lewdly sucking mouth opened and closed on his prick, rhythmically forcing his nerves into an ecstasy beyond endurance, neatly coaxing his engorged organ into shudder after shudder of spine-shattering joy.
Her tongue circled and lashed, flickered and fluttered inside the liquid velvet of her mouth like a tiny snake, coiling again and again around his aching shaft, teasing it into an engorged hugeness that was almost painful to him. Max stared down at her, at the flashing red hair tumbled into his crotch, at the exquisite face taut with concentration, at the marble white spine that curved in a perfect arc down to the graceful twin moons of her jutting ass-and he burned the whole spectacle into his memory, knowing she was a woman he would never forget.
The sight of Ian, shoving his cock in between those white pillowy buttocks, was an extra turn-on. Max had a clear view of Ian's mammoth pole sliding lewdly in and out, and every time he pulled all the way back Max could see how slippery and glistening his rod was with Sherri's cunt juice. Ian's hands dug firmly into her tender, vulnerable buttocks, forcing them wider and wider apart, leaving red marks on the delicate skin from the pressure.
She was getting very close to an orgasm. Incoherent, pleading whimpers came from her cock-stuffed mouth as she thrust her ass backwards, struggling for more and more of the hot meat that already stretched her vagina to its fullest capacity. Ian was hitting a steady slam and withdraw rhythm now, whapping her ass cheeks soundly with his engorged balls each time. He worked her back and forth on his cock by the ass, hanging onto and manipulating her buttocks almost like handles.
Then Max had a sudden yen for boob flesh, and he slid his hands quickly under Sherri's sumptuous body and grabbed for the lushly ripe jugs that hung down underneath her. His hands connected and he squeezed hard, making her let out a gurgling scream from deep in her throat. He yanked and pulled at those big delicious tits for all he was worth, seeing how it made her writhe in a torturous jolt of passion, how it made her wave her ass in the air even more obscenely than before. She worked her knees up under her on the bed, letting Ian's cock enter her at a more penetrating angle than ever.
"Oh yes, baby, yesss," Ian hissed, his voice tight as a steel spring from the highwire thrill he was feeling. "Give it to me, give me your sweet ass, that's the girl!"
Sherri let out a throaty wail of anguished pleasure, half stifled by the turgid thickness of Max's juice-oozing prick in her mouth. Ian's cock was ramming her in harsh, brutal drives now, but she met every thrust of his hips with a backwards, begging slam of her own. Ian responded, picking up the pace, beginning a swirling, rotating action that drove his organ into her like a corkscrew. He battered every vulnerable inch of her vaginal walls, striking them from every possible angle, making her insides tingle and vibrate until she thought the top of her head was spinning off into outer space.
Max groaned out a guttural sound of pure animal pleasure as Sherri responded by sucking his prick clear down to the very back of her throat. He urged upwards with all the stops out then, realizing that the point of explosion was just around the corner for all three of them. Wild spark-like jolts of erotic sensation mesmerized his loins, making him catch and hold his breath in a transport of ecstasy as he waited tensely for that last lascivious lick that would send him over the edge.
He fastened his fingers wickedly on her nipples and squeezed, closing the ripe little berries in a crushing vise. She bucked, stunned. Then she whimpered deep in her throat and shoved her tits forward, saying she loved it, begging him to pinch her there until she could stand the torturous pleasure-pain no longer.
At the same time Ian wetted his finger in her cunt slit, getting it sick with juice. He hovered for a second over the tight drawstring opening of her anus, then plunged without warning, impaling her from behind. He drove without mercy deep into her hot quivering ass hole.
"Uunngghh!" she gasped out, nearly gagging on the hugeness of Max's prick. Her flesh began to shudder from head to toe then, shaldng violently from the raw waves of passion that rocked her body and threatened to rip her limb from limb. Both her holes were filled to the bursting point, and her nerves were strained beyond endurance. With a gasp and a scream she let herself fly headlong into the most bone-shattering orgasm of her life.
Ian felt her start to come, and Max too, and they both let go with jets of scum, shooting hard and deep for all they were worth.
"Aaahhh, ahhhhh ...1" Max groaned as her mouth kept close around his rod, working at him like a suction pump and not missing a single drop. At the same time her vagina clutched at Ian's spurting meat, voraciously devouring eveiything his balls had to give. Max just sat there, stone still and mesmerized with pleasure, until she had drained him dry. Ian kept humping until he was empty and satisfied, until the last shiver of erotic ecstasy had burnt itself out in his satiated flesh. Then he abruptly pulled his finger and his dick out of her behind and stood up.
"Front and center, Max," said Ian quietly, rapidly slipping back into his bathing trunks, "every minute counts now." Before Sherri knew what happened the two of them were at the door, and she was standing there helplessly, a robe held up in front to cover her nakedness.
"Hate to eat and run, princess," Ian grinned, "but that's the way it is in our business. Anyway, thanks for everything, and here's something to remember me by." He pressed her mouth with his in a fiercely voracious kiss that took her breath away with its violence. Then he broke away sharply. Without a backward glance he slipped into the Porsche, Max close behind, gunned the motor and roared away.
Not fifteen minutes later, after a blitzkreig job of cheeking out of their hotel, Max and Ian were zipping safely along the road to Paris, in totally euphoric spirits. The emeralds were where they belonged-in Ian's pocket, right over his heart.
"Can't believe it," Max laughed good naturedly, "just plain can't believe it!" They had a bottle of expensive French brandy which they were passing back and forth in celebration. "To think that all along we thought the *key ring' was a trap to expose us! It's just plain hilariousr
"Yeah, well I'm kind of glad we didn't know," Ian replied with his suave, cool smile. "It made all that cunt a lot more exciting to think that our heads were on the block! Anyway, in spite of a tight moment with Johnny di Luca, we got out of St. Tropez with the loot and our skins intact, and that's what matters."
"Hell yes, that's what matters," Max chortled elatedly, taking a pull from the bottle. "And what a good laugh!" He smiled, remembering the sequence of events. Then his handsome face broke into a broad Texas grin. "And you know what the best part of the laugh is, buddy?" he added.
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"All those gorgeous dames who gave out their favors to us free didn't know for a minute that we had a fortune in jewels right in our back pockets!"
"You're right," Ian replied with amusement "Those poor darlings are working their cunts off, and here they let two millionaires slip, right from under their noses."
Max reached over and patted Ian's bulging breast pocket for reassurance. The comforting feel of hard, cold emeralds met his fingers. "Well, we pulled it off," he sighed in delight and self-satisfaction. "The million dollar snatch!"
"And as usual," Ian smiled coolly, "we got a lot more snatch than we bargained for!"
