The throng at the airport was maddening. Incoming flights added to the chaos. Those outbound did not seem to come quickly enough.
Eva Cabot procrastinated calling her husband. She was scheduled to depart Chicago within the hour. Naturally, her flight was overbooked. An announcement boomed from the overhead speaker informing passengers to reconfirm their seats at the check-in counter. Businessmen, late from their meetings or concerned about making them, demanded inclusion. Everybody seemed anxious to get to New York.
Everybody, that was, except Eva. Although she had purchased her ticket well in advance, she refrained from getting in line.
A tall, dark-haired man leaning against the wall commanded her attention. Her eyes frequently rested on him while she sat. Not in the habit of staring, Eva attempted to focus on her "To Do" list. She fanatically compiled lists, yet rarely accomplished everything slated. A shortage of time accounted for most unfinished tasks. Those undesirable were often left incomplete.
Calling Roger was number seven. She tapped her pen beside the note.
Eva glanced at that cute guy again. His dark brown hair was thick and, although not long, heavier in back. Roughly six-foot-four, trim and of Italian ancestry, he had on a Navy-blue suit and red silk tie. He nearly blended into the scenery. His height and bearing, however, set him apart. He periodically consulted a gold wristwatch, then scanned the crowd. Beside him sat a leather briefcase.
Eva regarded her open-faced planner. The need to call Roger gnawed at her. Postponing it seemed a poor idea. She envisioned him sitting beside the phone, willing it to ring.
When she looked up, she found that man staring right at her. He flashed her a sexy smile. She demurely returned his greeting, then returned to her agenda.
Eva wondered if he had known of her furtive study. She tried being surreptitious. The man, nevertheless, appeared flattered. She was by no means unattractive. About five-foot-six, blonde and deliciously slim, Eva received her fair share of second glances. Men's heads usually whipped around when she entered a room. Her dazzling blue eyes and thick, pouting lips attributed to their curiosity. She exemplified the classic businesswoman: a cream-colored jacket and skirt, white blouse, matching pumps and a string of pearls. A single barrette held her long blonde hair in place. A set of bangs feathered across her forehead.
Eva was a sales representative for a financial services provider. She peddled a suite of software applications designed to take the drudgery out of routine tasks. Her company also offered consulting services for in-house systems. Travel was very much incorporated into her position.
Her husband, Roger, maintained a low opinion of her job. A typical chauvinist, he believed a woman's place was at home. He tolerated her appetite for a career, yet expected her to tire of it. To ensure that her enthusiasm would eventually dampen, he let the household chores fall completely on her. He never lifted a finger to do the dishes. Grocery shopping was beneath him. As for laundry and gardening, he couldn't be bothered.
Roger Cabot was a high-powered stockbroker who pulled in the big bucks. Eva was aghast at the outrageous management fees he charged his clients. He patiently explained, as though she were dense, that supervising multimillion dollar accounts warranted them.
Naturally, everything Roger did was logical. Eva's pursuits were comparatively fruitless. Trying to get people to buy merchandise purchasable off the shelf from any software dealer seemed absurd. It didn't weigh well against his profession, nor compensation level.
The man across the gate actively flirted with her. She was accustomed to that while making her pitch to a prospective client. Occasionally, she played along based on her intuition of clinching a sale.
That man, however, was not in the same league as the harmless cavaliers she met on her dog and pony shows. Eva blushed. He seemed even more attractive than a moment earlier. White teeth gleamed against tanned, olive skin. He had piercing brown eyes that seemed to probe her soul.
The assumption that he was probably incredible in bed occurred to her.
They broadcasted a reminder over the speaker system, advising passengers to stop at the check-in counter for seat assignments. The flight was booked solid, adding to the depression of those on stand-by.
Eva turned to her list. Her pen wavered at item seven. She had to call Roger.
Strolling to the bank of pay phones, she felt that man's eyes follow her. She wondered if he mentally undressed her. His dashing smile contributed to that speculation.
Eva picked up the phone and told the operator she wished to place a collect call to Roger Cabot in New York City. While waiting, she glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, that man grinned at her. Those dark, hypnotic eyes thoroughly digested her.
Eva suppressed a shiver. She refused to acknowledge the excitement in the pit of her groin.
"It's about God damn time," Roger declared. "How long were you planning to wait?"
His snarl brought the crash of reality. Eva briefly dispensed with the background distractions. "I'm sorry. The place is a madhouse. There was a line."
"Come on. There are others." He sighed with disgust. "What flight are you on? I'll get you at LaGuardia."
"You needn't go through the bother. I can take a cab."
"I insist. By the way, your sister is anxious to speak with you. That guy she'd been seeing dumped her and she's distraught. Personally, I don't see why she doesn't seek therapy. You can't always be there to pick up the pieces."
Eva sensed a dig in the offing. "Debbie means well. She's just young and extremely sensitive."
"You forgot 'flaky.'"
"Please be more understanding, Roger. She relies on me."
"Which reminds me, you forgot to pay my American Express bill," came more sarcasm. "I just received notice that they canceled my card. Nice going, Eva. It only took all morning to straighten it out."
"I swear I put a check in the mail."
"Sure. You also forgot to mention that we had a dinner engagement with Henry Brooks and his wife. Jesus, Eva, he's my top client."
Eva paled. Indeed, Henry Brooks accounted for the bulk of Roger's management fees. "I'm sorry. It must have slipped my mind."
"This can't go on. Your job has become a nuisance. It's preventing you from being efficient. We need to talk when you get back."
Eva dreaded the confrontation awaiting her. Roger's foul mood plainly registered.
"I'll be at the gate," he said after jotting down her flight information.
Eva slowly replaced the instrument on its hook. She did not relish the thought of returning to New York. She didn't have much to look forward to, other than an irate husband. A nasty storm brewed on the home front.
The line at the check-in station had dwindled. A female voice enlightened passengers that boarding would soon begin.
Eva blocked out all notification. Roger's harsh tone internally rumbled. She anticipated a spat. Dejected, she returned to her seat. She discounted the departing people surrendering their stubs. The ticket remained in her purse, not validated. When she emerged from her troubled reflection, the area was almost completely deserted.
That tall, dark-haired guy walked toward her, carrying his briefcase. He was even more handsome as he made his approach. His rugged masculinity impressed her. Italian men always struck her as sexy.
He presented her a disarming smile. "Pardon me, but didn't you just miss your flight?"
She shrugged. "I suppose I did."
The dark eyebrows lifted. "Care to join me for a drink while waiting for the next one?"
A cocktail would indeed have a tonic effect on her jangled nerves. His invitation, though courteous, hastened her heartbeat. That it was extended by someone she found wildly appealing should have been irrelevant. She tried not to lift the mask of her true emotions. "Why not?" she said before allowing a change of mind.
The airport bar had a cozy corner booth. Without asking, he steered her to it. The dimmed lighting softened the tension in her demeanor. Guilt began its slow descent. Within moments of sitting, she regretted accepting his polite overture. She should have been in the air, hurtling to New York-not indulging her imagine with a stranger.
At any rate, Eva could not take her eyes off him. He mesmerized her. The dark spheres he leveled seemed to explore her most intimate thoughts. They seduced her. The corners of his mouth tugged into a charming smile. He calmly dared her to meet his gaze.
He made forgetting about Roger simple-at least, momentarily.
"Aren't you suppose to be boarding a plane?" she asked, breaking the pounding silence.
He shook his head. "I was waiting for someone."
"Won't you miss that person while you're here?"
"Possibly, but I'm confident he'll find me."
Eva was gratified to learn that he hadn't been expecting a woman. She didn't feel the need for competition.
His name was Frank Sirocco, she discovered during her first glass of Chablis. Frank did not refer to his field of work, nor marital status. She could not fault him for that evasion, for she neglected to supply him with like details.
Alcohol sharpened her focus. Certain subtleties became more visible. She noticed his large hands and long, extensive fingers. A gold Rolex watch, calculated at nearly two thousand dollars, adorned his hair-rough wrist. He didn't wear cologne, yet smelled shower-fresh clean. The most notable quality was his voice. She loved his deep, masculine register. It struck a resounding chord.
They issued an announcement about the next flight boarding. Several people sitting on bar stools nodded and collected their things.
Frank grinned. "Now's your chance before your luggage gets too far away from you."
Eva dismissed it with a smirk. The second glass afforded her a pleasant buzz. She found herself immensely enjoying his company-particularly when the alternative was a vituperative Roger. "I suppose I'll just have to do without my clothes."
Frank displayed perfect white teeth. Eva wondered if he professionally modeled. He certainly had the GQ look. Do you live without rules?"
"Upon occasion, that could be fun." She was conscious of the signals he sent. Making light of them, she was coquettish in return. The wine eased her inhibitions. She often had cocktails with a client when wrapping a deal. Eva flaunted her sex appeal with a drink in hand. Flirtation in her book was harmless, as long as it was contained.
"What does your husband have to say about that?"
Eva refrained from flinching. It suddenly occurred to her that she had neglected to remove her wedding ring. The two-carat diamond glittered as proof of her marital commitment. "At this point, I don't care."
He bent his head toward her and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level. "Would he be disappointed at your having a drink with a strange man?"
Eva measured her words before answering. While a response slowly formed, Frank pressed against her thigh. A hot, tingling rush went through her.
"Have you ever done anything without your husband's knowledge?" he huskily inquired.
Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head.
"Nevertheless, it's crossed your mind?"
Eva's pulse raced. Was Frank adept at reading people? Was her unhappiness that conspicuous? She never dreamed of being unfaithful to Roger in the past, yet frequently reevaluated her contentment. She lacked the courage to take action. Her husband squelched any variant of defiance.
Frank increased the tension to her thigh. Her defenses weakened. She could feel herself tighten.
"I don't think you want to go home, Eva. The man waiting there doesn't appear to satisfy you. You're looking for something more."
Those long, sensual fingers inched toward her hand. She did not try to move it. A delicious chill ran up her spine.
"Let's get out of here."
They could have gone on drinking, pretending the magnetism didn't exist, but Eva would have been kidding herself. She could not face her husband and endure his petulant behavior. Having reached her limit, she fled from responsibility.
Frank drove her to a nearby motel. The wine clouded her judgment. Rationale escaped her. Her heart thudded as they sped down the street. The oncoming street lights illuminated his virile profile. They were two ships, passing in the night, headed for an appointment with destiny.
That jittery sensation between her legs escalated. She felt hot, itchy and in need of a man.
Eva knew where he was taking her. Frank made no secret of it. He paid attention to the road and avoided nurturing her interest. Her consent to leave with him had been sufficient indication.
She believed that having him would relieve the anxiety brought on by Roger. Casual sex seemed a viable remedy. She perceived why a spouse would want a fling. A pure, physical outlet, devoid of emotional attachment, filled the bill.
Yes, she quietly acknowledged. Frank Sirocco was precisely what she needed. His charisma, his sexy voice, his manhood spurred her desire.
She did not want to know much about him. The thrill stemmed from her ignorance of his background. She only wanted to know him skin to skin, for a single night of insane passion.
Mercifully, the ride was short. She waited in the car while he paid for the room. Not a second went by in which she suffered a sobering thought about cheating. She decided to suspend all shame for the night.
Eva walked in after he unlocked the door. The room was pitch back. She skimmed the wall in search of a light switch. Before she could find one, Frank's large hand closed over hers. He flattened her to the wall with his body. Before Eva could react, his mouth came down on her neck. The press of his warm, wanting lips took her by surprise.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, overcome with tingles. She reached out and felt hard muscle beneath his suit coat. His arms consisted of steel. Perched on her tiptoes, she moved toward that exciting mouth. A bubbly warmth emanating from her crotch expanded through her body.
Using his free hand, he shut the door. The neon sign blinking through the window was their only light source. They were alone and out of view. There didn't seem enough air to breathe. The temperature in thai motel room steadily rose.
Eva's heart pounded with excitement. She responded to those seductive kisses. Sloppily planted, she distinguished the wiggle of tongue. The urgency with which he held her added to the exhilaration. He removed her cream-colored jacket without detaching himself. The articles slithered down her numb arms. Eva felt it leave her shivering form.
In the mute lighting, she saw those lengthy fingers negotiate the buttons of her blouse. They jarred her senses. The whole scenegetting naked with a stranger-deeply aroused her. When she thought she couldn't bear it another second, his mouth covered her lips. She yielded to his hungry push. His tongue slowly filled her mouth. He sought hers in a steamy dance.
She lost track of the flesh he uncovered. He scrambled her thoughts with his limber tip. Even when her blouse was fully opened, she experienced no chill. The room's air conditioning couldn't cool her fast enough.
His hands encompassed her breasts, then lifted them from her lace-fringed bra. Though not enormous, they visibly satisfied him. Even in the half-light, he exhibited a feral glint. Her nipples throbbed between his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked them.
Eva gasped. A thrill shot to her toes. She would have fallen had he not held her.
Something hard pressed into her mouth. He sported a huge erection. Its length ground into her soft folds. She gasped from the sweet friction.
"I wanted you the moment I saw you," he croaked. He shoved his stiff cock against her mound. Leisurely rotating his hips, he massaged her.
Eva swallowed hard. She had only felt her husband in that private area. Frank pressed into her, groaning. The unrelenting strain almost made her woozy. She barely found the strength to push back at him.
Her blouse fell to the floor. He feasted upon her distended nubs. She shivered as his lips enclosed one. Hot suction followed. Eva writhed against the wall as he drew upon her delicate flesh. Her swollen nipple was trapped between his lips and tongue. He sucked hard, twisting and pulling on her nipple. It grew against his tongue.
She felt the seepage develop. A hot trickle sprang from her snatch. Frank switched to the other nipple and brought it to life. An electrical flow coursed through her.
"They just melt in my mouth," he muttered before gobbling it. "You taste sweet, baby." His tongue swerved, honing it to a point while in a pool of frothy saliva.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, shaking. She throbbed within his mouth. He pulled on her excited flesh, unable to contain himself. Her husband never lost such control. Roger calmly made love to her. Urgency arrived only at the finish line, and was regrettably brief. She rarely had a chance to savor his raw energy.
Slowly, Frank sank to his knees. His exhalations and kisses warmed her bare stomach. He stopped at her navel for a teeth-clenching lick. Eva trembled. His face was level with her crotch. Even through her satin panties, she experienced his prickly heat. Those insistent fingers lowered her waistband. Her nest of blonde curls emerged. She could see he wanted to taste her. Those huge thumbs divided her snatch. Juice oozed from the crack. Frank instantly cleaned the surplus with a velvety caress.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered. Her mouth opened and a guttural sigh escaped. His initial flick robbed her of air.
Frank drove his tongue into her. She slammed against the wall upon receiving of it. He delved into her nectar-rich pussy, slurping the moisture. She leaked onto his sinuous tip. He clamped her hole and sucked so ferociously, stars twinkled before her eyes. The pleasure was so acute, she feared losing consciousness.
Roger would never do such a thing, she breathlessly reflected. He objected to putting his mouth down there. Although she gave him head, he did not reciprocate.
Frank, however, enthusiastically gulped her female essence. He probed her with that eager part of him, sponging the wetness that welled from her core.
Moaning, she dribbled into his vacuuming orifice. He drank from her pussy, extracting its flavor. Her vision blurred as he lingered, siphoning all she could yield. His lips rubbed her damp cunt flesh.
At the beginning, she was conscious of their surroundings. Frank hadn't exactly selected a sleazy motel, but it smacked of illicit trysts. She wanted to blame it on the wine and the sizzling eye contact, but in the end, deemed that inaccurate. Something within her rebelled. Eva knew the seed of restlessness had been planted, waiting to germinate. Frank merely helped it break through the surface.
"Yes," Eva moaned, rocking herself to his face. Using vulgarities was not her style. They existed in her mind, but refused to roll off her tongue. Years of poise kept her from speaking those words. Her body, however, knew precisely what it craved. She ached for a man's tongue in her pussy. That fantasy was fulfilled as she impaled herself on his proffered member. One enormous hand nearly covered both her butt cheeks, yet he used both. He pulled her tight to his puckering lips and wriggled in her aroused center. She leaned into that sucking force and enjoyed his fluent strokes. "Oh, yes."
"You like the way Frankie does that, huh?"
She bit her bottom lip as he sliced through her furry ring. She watched him take huge mouthfuls of cunt. She shivered and sobbed when he clamped her snatch. Those slurps brought dizzying joy. What excited her most was that he ate her of his own volition. She made no request-he simply dove for it.
Her clit came alive under his lavish whips. Frank circled it slyly, waiting until her heart reached its target rate, then slashed across it. Eva trembled as the bubbles popped. His revolutions continued. He tongued her without resting. Each whisk brought her closer to heaven. He endeavored to please her.
"More," she hoarsely pleaded. "Don't stop." She wanted to be licked to orgasm. Nobody had given her such bliss-before Frank.
He complied. His mouth closed over her snatch. He sucked and lapped her nonstop. Her knees weakened. Even writhing against that wall was difficult. She lunged for that furious tip, desperate for the chills it produced. Combing her nails through his hair, she steered him to her hot spot.
Frank was way ahead of her. He knew precisely where to go. He made her jump and buckle with his satisfying whips. His patience in bringing her to orgasm impressed her the most. She couldn't resist responding feverishly to him.
Eva came with an intensity that left her bewildered. Frank sucked her pussy dry. He drained her of her saline secretions-or so she thought. Ecstasy shimmered on the horizon. She soared to that plane, anxious to reach that destination.
He rocked her very foundation. Her knees almost gave. She surrendered to the savage contractions. Her tits swung madly, the nipples dripping with sweat. She gushed in his mouth, filling it with her hot, spurting nectar. Frank drank all she had.
"Mmmmm," he grunted, availing himself of her liquefied pleasure.
Eva held her arms out to him. She needed his manly frame in the final stages of orgasm. Depleted of energy, she neared collapse. His chest pinned her sensitive tips. He buried his hard-on into her soft folds. She jerked her hips, ready for it. The prospect of taking that monstrosity into her cunt made her lightheaded.
His cunt-saturated lips pressed her. She made no attempt to dodge them. Frank lowered his tongue into her mouth, introducing Eva to her tart flavor. She welcomed that sample with a lagging brush. They wiggled against each other.
Frank couldn't wait. He unbelted his pants while they kissed. Eva heard his zipper, then glanced down to see what he had. Her eyes adjusted to the neon lighting that filtered through the blinds. The largest cock she ever saw jutted at her. It was proportionate to his towering height.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
Frank took her wrist and placed his cock on her palm. Her fingers reflexively coiled that thick, elongated mass. "Haven't you had one that big?"
She shook her head.
"Don't be afraid of it, baby." He moved his hips, causing that thing to stir in her fist. "Stroke me. Feel how hard it is, and how much pleasure it wants to give you."
Eva could not calculate his size. Roger, of comparable height, was not equally endowed. Her husband did not have the same width, nor length. Frank was simply massive. He curved through her grasp, fiercely excited. A bead of cum oozed from the plump tip.
Air hissed through Frank's gritted teeth. He winced from the rush her milking vise afforded.
Eva stared at it. Solid bone stretched through her trembling clutch. Though she couldn't imagine inserting that thing in her pussy, the sensation was one she wished to experience. She predicted it would be lush and satisfying.
Frank stripped while she caressed his tool. He loosened his tie and removed his shirt. A broad, furry chest faced her. His pants dropped to the floor, revealing coarse, muscular legs.
With his cock in her fist, she led him into bed. They would not stand while coupling. Frank was much taller, making the connection uncomfortable. Sitting on him would have worked best, but she wanted him on top, covering her.
Frank's lips brushed hers before he rested on his haunches. He lifted her legs high, angling himself for entry. His rock-hard dick pointed at the ceiling. He was on the verge of putting its creamy tip in her.
Her heart pounded like a trip-hammer.
He guided his bloated knob to her slick pussy, then pushed. He was so hard, she worried he might split her. His cock went in slowly, giving her a chance to adjust. He fondled her calves while driving it home. She bit her bottom lip while receiving him. He put the whole thing in. Despite his imposing measurement, Frank eased into her pussy. Eva moaned. It felt incredible. She smothered Frank with her hot, spongy cunt.
He watched her take it. "Oh, yeah, baby," he groaned, pushing, "you need to feel all of
Frankie."
"Oh, God," she choked. That thing reached deep into her snatch. He opened her with one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Eva thought she would faint from excitement. Slowly, he withdrew, yet remained embedded.
That thing knocked the wind out of her. It took several moments to reclaim her wits. She responded to him, elevating her hips. Frank came toward her, completing their bond. In and out he went, filling her.
She gazed at Frank's handsome face. He looked transported. His dark eyes glazed over as he immersed himself in wet, warm cunt. That heavily carpeted chest was hunched over her. She wove her fingers through that thick matting, enjoying its plush texture.
Eva reached around him and cupped his ass. He flexed beneath her raking nails. He rammed her with that hard dick. She savored the merging of their bodies. His slick descent echoed. He groaned while pumping her. Frank was not quiet about his pleasure. He aired his gratification with each thrust.
She barely heard him above the blood pounding in her temples. He made her moan with that big cock. She loved those far-reaching strokes. He didn't slam into her, but rather glided in and out with ease. She enjoyed his rhythm. Frank obviously felt a steady pace was more fulfilling. She submitted to his uniform jamming, concentrating on that rigid member. He stuck her with it, plowing up her middle.
They made the springs of the bed squeak. The room echoed with that frenzied noise.
"This is what you needed, baby," he muttered, stuffing her pussy. "Keep Frankie where he belongs. Oh, yeah. He--likes where he is."
He squeezed himself into her, then drew back until all but his mushroom-shaped head remained submerged. Penetration was sweet, exhilarating. She didn't want it to end. Her pussy swallowed everything he had. All that friction, however, culminated into orgasm. Frank couldn't prolong that weakening splendor indefinitely.
Dazed, she clutched him. "Yes," she squealed, spasming. "Yes. Oh, yes."
He jerked through her drenched cunt. "Yeah, baby. Let Frankie make it happen."
That dick came at her, fast and sure. Eva whimpered as he crammed it between her legs. His balls whacked her. They switched into a flesh-slapping mode.
She released his flexing buttocks and clawed his flatboard stomach. Her nails circled his navel. His body glistened with sweat. He gave off an animal scent.
She knew he was close to exploding. His tremors told her he was about to spew.
"Oh, God," she sobbed from that shattering climax. "Oh, God."
"I'm gonna shoot." He rammed her harder, making her feel the urgency building in his loins. At the point of discharge, he pulled out. That huge cock, wet with her juices, stood over her quivering mound. He grabbed her wrist just before his jism spilled and guided her to his near-spurting dick. Eva pumped him with her fist. Frank's features contorted as hot jism squirted onto her pubic thatch and stomach. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Her thoughts were still garbled from her own mind-bending orgasm, yet she managed to milk him. Her thumb pressed the heavy vein of his underside, ejecting his scalding fluid. She could not control where he landed. Cum jetted onto her quaking stomach and golden triangle.
When Frank fully spent himself, he covered her with his man's body. He discounted the milky accumulation on her. Devouring her lips seemed crucial. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and probed her warmth. Her swollen nipples became tangled in his damp matting.
They lay, bathed in the splintered moonlight.
CHAPTER TWO
Eva slowly awoke in a tangle of arms and legs. Her night with Frank had been an unforgettable sexual experience. Her sore pussy attested to it. Frank's energies finally flagged after several sweat-producing rounds. He never seemed to lose his erection. That huge cock stayed hard, ready to give her more of the same. She couldn't remember feeling so content.
The sun's rays gradually filtered through the blinds. Slivers of light brightened the air-conditioned room. Dawn brought sobriety.
Recalling the previous night's steamy events, Eva did not seek an explanation for her behavior. She found no basis for it, other than a growing sense of dissatisfaction with her marriage. Sex had never been a deficient element. Roger pleased her, but not to the depth Frank had. Frank was attuned to the kinds of things she privately craved. They were on the same erotic wavelength.
Her stomach soured at the thought of calling
Roger. No doubt, he was furious. Her absenteeism in New York the previous night undoubtedly caused anger and confusion. Roger, though filled with self-importance, wasn't entirely insensitive. He worried when things went awry. Once resolved, however, he reverted to his old self.
Eva gazed at the phone. She didn't dare try dialing the number. Frank might rouse and accidentally give her away. Any manufactured excuse would be invalidated. Roger surely would blow up, ascertaining her fling with a stranger.
Frank groaned in his sleep. His arm was possessively thrown over her. She smiled, committing their chance meeting to memory. Returning home, though bleak, was necessary. Eva had no choice but to face the music. Roger, she predicted, would hold a grudge for several days before dropping the matter.
Her husband wasn't her sole concern. Debbie, her sister, had grown fairly dependent on her. Five years younger, Debbie was beautiful, but emotionally insecure. In the past three years, she had gone through several boyfriends. Eva pointed out that her smothering, controlling nature propelled their retreat. Her voluptuous sister, whose measurements Eva secretly envied, used sex as bait. Once snaring a desirable prospect, she tried becoming the most vital thing in his life. She bought him presents, cooked him dinner, made love to him at will, then spied on him with binoculars to ensure his devotion. Debbie yearned to hear constant reinforcement of his affection. Most young men viewed her as a high-maintenance individual. Her affairs were brief and heart-wrenching. Debbie consistently chose men with high testosterone levels who dodged the "leash." Passive men were unappealing to her.
When the romance ended, Debbie came to her in tears. She required sympathy and reassurance that she wasn't to blame. It was Debbie's contention that no worthwhile, unattached men existed; those available were severely flawed.
Eva sighed. The dread of boarding the plane home took root. Returning to the fray, unfortunately, was inescapable. At least she had enjoyed one night of blissful relief.
Eva sniffed herself. The smell of animal sex clung to her skin. She couldn't go to the airport like that. Roger would detect it in a second. A quick shower was in order.
She glanced at Frank a final time before disengaging herself. He slept peacefully, hardly resembling the virile creature that had kept her awake until three in the morning. His cock had been a magnet, drawing her pussy to it each time. She wasn't content until she felt all of it. She bore down on him until his balls pressed her ass. Nothing compared to that stuffed sensation.
She turned the faucet, anticipating a shrill noise. Water softly cascaded from the shower-head. Steam billowed and rose. Eva stepped into the spray, letting it pelt her breasts. Its stimulating patter reawakened her lust. Her mind flipped back to those frenzied moments in bed. She couldn't resist the pictures that cropped up in her thoughts. Frank's hands were on her again. Though he hadn't been rough, she still felt the imprint of his thumbs.
She unwrapped the bar of soap sitting on the ledge and doused it. Rolling it across her breasts, she welcomed the bubbly conglomeration. Suds clung to her nipples until she rinsed them away. The water washing over her felt like a wildly flickering tongue. She shivered as the lather trickled down her body.
She foamed her blonde pubes. Spreading her cunt lips with her fingers, she let the tiny bubbles pop over that susceptible patch. Frank had completely shoved himself in there, and it had felt so good. She remembered that hard, penetrating dick and worrying that it wouldn't possibly fit. It did. Frank disproved that concern by gradually putting the whole thing in her cunt. She saw him protrude when he eased back. There had been no discomfort, either. She responded to his piercing rhythm, and noticed a tingling void deep in her pussy afterward.
Her nipples swelled from that reminiscence. She ran the bar of soap over them until the suds stuck to them. Fondling herself in that fashion was something new for Eva. The morning following a session with her husband, she went about preparing for a busy day. Nothing remarkable stood out from the night before.
After five years, she had grown weary of marriage. Was it wedlock or Roger? She tended to believe the latter.
Just as Roger drifted back to the forefront, thoughts of Frank Sirocco ejected him. She lathered her nipples, then her pussy, some more. She recalled moaning beneath him while he lowered that thick shaft into her. Those large hands, fastened to her hips, held her for steady receipt. Her joy clearly registered when his balls pressed her inner thighs. His extended groan at completed descent echoed in her mind. She had all of it, and loved that packed feeling. His pleasure-giving strokes had drawn her into his orbit.
Back and forth that bar of soap went, producing sparks. Her clit tingled from its continuous brush and the memories she attached to it. She exhaled through her clenched teeth, picking up speed. Reflections of Frank got her so hot.
The shower door opened. Frank gazed at her through the steam. He didn't exactly startle her. Her concentration was so diluted from reliving those passionate moments that seeing him had no stunning effect.
He saw the suggestive friction of the soap bar and her intoxicated expression. He immediately assumed he was responsible for her horniness.
Frank stepped into the stall at once. Eva shivered as those powerful arms encircled her. Her breasts cushioned his heavily matted chest. Their mouths came together and their tongues met. His hands swept up and down her spine, distributing exquisite chills. Her heart launched a staccato beat.
It was insane, Eva thought. They had fucked all night, and yet her body kept telling her she needed more. She had to get to the airport and make travel arrangements. Her husband was--likely in a state of panic.
Despite the ring of logic, she couldn't leave his embrace. Her stiff nubs became ensnared in his carpeted chest. Writhing, she rubbed him with her foamy snatch. Frank was already swollen. Since he was a foot taller, he throbbed against her stomach. She quivered at the heat of his cock and balls. Those giant hands swept up and down her back before settling upon her ass. She sobbed down his throat as he clasped it.
Their kiss lasted for several dizzying moments. By the time he withdrew his tongue, she was quite woozy. Those dark brown eyes locked with hers. She was scarcely aware of the water's temperature changing as it lashed her backside.
"Let's go back to bed," he huskily whispered, "and do it again."
A surge of guilt rose to the forefront. In a tiny voice, she said, "I have to fly back to New York."
"Not today," he murmured while lightly sucking her throat. "You need more of Frankie. Even touching you, I can tell how starved you are for some."
"But, my husband-"
He grinned. "If he paid more attention to you, we wouldn't have been together last night. Am I right?"
Afraid of answering, she bit her bottom lip.
"You can always catch a plane whenever you like. I won't stop you. Nevertheless, be honest to yourself. Do you really want him just yet? Are you that anxious to return to a life of boredom when we could be fucking our brains out?"
Eva couldn't resist smiling. Frank Sirocco had a unique perspective. "I suppose I have been unwilling to face the truth."
A sexy smile spread across his tanned face. 'Wow you're making sense, baby."
Lazily, she began to wash Frank's dense forest. An intensity soon replaced his smirk. His heart hammered beneath her palm. She traveled down his chest, over his flatboard stomach. Suds dribbled over his cock and balls. His bloated shaft stood upright, stretched toward her.
"You're driving me nuts, baby," he whispered. His eyes were shut, his lips barely moving. Her fingers coiled around his erect member. "Christ."
The bubbles popped over his taut skin. She massaged him to his ostensible delight. He was totally rigid. She couldn't have worked a fraction more from that hard dick. Frank wildly responded to her sliding fist. Gazing at it, she thought about how excellent it felt when in her pussy.
Her soap lubrication plainly pleased him. Those dark spheres darted from her fistful of cock to her unblinking gaze.
After several moments of study, those muscular arms surrounded her. Eva immediately surrendered to them. He plunged to her neck. Hot, urgent kisses followed. She sobbed from the pinch of those steel-like fingers. Sliding up and down her crack, they provoked her hunger. She became lightheaded when those powerful thumbs separated the cheeks of her ass. He grazed her butt hole. Pleasure bolted through her body. He delved lower. Her cunt lips yielded to his lazy investigation.
Her exhilaration was so great, Eva feared passing out. Frank knew which buttons to push to get her juices flowing. He didn't need a map, nor verbal explanation. His actions were based on her every response.
She turned in his arms. He took command of the soap bar. Over her alert nipples he swirled, leaving bubbly results. She whimpered beneath his seductive lathering. She could feel his hot breath over her shoulder as he moved over her tingling breasts. He cupped her rose-colored pebbles and experienced her pulsating growth. After spending several electrifying moments there, he descended to her blonde triangle. Eva had never shaved, nor attempted to style it. The bar of soap, in Frank's control, whisked over the curls. Suds gradually formed beneath his steady gyrations.
Eva closed her eyes. The thrill was so strong, she couldn't look. He divided her pussy lips with his thumb, then stroked her clit. She leaned against him, weak. "Oh, God," she whimpered.
"You like that, huh?"
The words were caught in her throat. It didn't matter. Frank could feel her mounting satisfaction.
He released her inflamed dot and soared to her tits. Her nipples jutted through her fingers. He so utterly aroused Eva, her ass swayed against his cock. He palpitated along her crack. Unable to stop herself, she bent over and fanned her hands on the ceramic tile. She was acutely aware of how empty her pussy was and her desperate need to fill it.
Frank positioned himself for entry. That thick cock opened her from behind. Eva sobbed as he slid into her. His thing felt bigger than before. He consumed considerable space in her tender hole. Her degree of excitement, however, canceled any negative impressions. She wanted him in there.
"Oh, baby," he gasped in her ear. He groaned while plunging into her hungry snatch. His hand went over her mound. The strength of his fingers brought a steeper charge. He dragged her back until his pubes and balls were smashed to her buns. His plump base enlarged her hole. "Yeah. Take every bit of Frankie."
Her lips rounded and her breathing harshened. She steered herself to that rigid mass until impaled. The friction was marvelous. He rubbed her innermost part. He clasped her tits while pumping her. His thumbs rotated her nipples to a rock-hard consistency.
The chilly water poured down on them. Eva was oblivious to its temperature. Connected to Frank, she was solely cognizant of that bone-like thing between her legs. She welcomed its exquisite commotion. High into her it drove, creating delectable suction. The walls of her pussy closed tightly over his cock. He was every bit as hard as the previous night.
"You're crushing Frankie," he muttered in her ear, "and he loves it."
He went in slowly, deriving guttural pleasure from her spongy cunt. His guttural satisfaction registered with each successive jamming. Involuntarily, she tightened around his dick. Her pussy muscles had him in a vise.
"Yeah, baby, squeeze me with it," he croaked while they were linked. He immersed his cock in her juicy warmth. He twisted in her split muff, audibly achieving bliss, then nearly yanked himself from her slick clutches. Turning, she saw his happiness register.
The urgent press of his hands, accentuated by his broad spearing, catapulted her to a higher plane. She quivered against the ceramic tiles while receiving him. Her ass bounced off him. She snagged that huge cock when rebounding. Frank's muffled groan pleased her. She inched backward, capturing him whole. Grinding herself to his ample base, she saw the twinkling of stars. Taking that much of him brought lightheadedness. She slipped away, huffing and puffing.
He boned her with authority. Her shapely buns advanced, gobbling his dick. His brow furrowed as that wet, ravenous hole swallowed him. Gritting his teeth, he slammed into that drenched cunt.
Eva submitted to his masterful thrusts. He stroked the deepest part of her and accelerated the urge to cum. "Oh, yes," she wailed as it consumed her. "Yes. Ohhhh."
She came violently. His hands enveloped her vibrant nipples. His mouth came down on her throat, bestowing hot kisses. She trembled against his furry chest, her vision clouded. Her pussy constricted around his cock, sealing him in sizzling heat.
Frank resisted orgasm. Eventually, she recovered. When the last jarring wave dissolved, he left her pussy. His dick emerged swollen, glistening from her juices. That thick extension seemed ready for another round. Beastly lust kept him swollen.
Her shapely buttocks visually diverted him. He drank in their appetizing symmetry, unable to avert his gaze. Her ass held him captive. He moved toward it.
Eva moaned at the blunt touch of his solid cockhead. He pressed against her anus. Taking him through the back hadn't occurred to her. Mindful of his size, however, she vetoed the idea. It would hurt far too much. As Frank lingered in that spot, she reexamined her attitude toward anal sex. Roger once suggested they try it, but she'd refused. Frank, even larger, was strangely considered. Everything they did seemed to result in ecstasy.
The embers of orgasm still burned, prompting the spreading of her legs. Her swaying buns hypnotized him. He couldn't ignore their call. Frank pushed into her wrinkled hole. Her lips rounded as that monster descended to her rectum.
"Yes," she moaned, slowly receiving him. "Keep going. More. Give me more."
"Are you sure you can handle Frankie like that?" he asked in a choked voice. He was halfway in, protruding from those quivering cheeks.
She purposely withheld her answer. The rush she experienced was immediate. His pulsations were strong, smothered by her butt flesh. Discounting his startling measurement, she drove toward it and increased her intake. She wasn't the least sore. He was a whole lot of man, but the stimulation he fed her neutralized any conceivable ache.
Nearing the end of their connection, they both gasped.
"Jesus, baby," he muttered, as though disbelieving where he was. He stretched from her expanded anus and his balls bumped her pussy lips. "That feels incredible."
Eva concurred. He aroused her so fiercely, she was indifferent to the wrenching pressure he introduced. His stirring touch dispelled any discomfiture sustained. He could have done virtually anything and gained her approval.
She rocked her hips, taking him in small increments. She enlarged her consumption until his balls gave her a whack. That thing dug into her, seeking her bottom.
"That feels so good," he gasped.
"It sure does."
He separated her ass cheeks to better view their union. His thumbs pinned back her curves while he watched. She could feel the intensity of his stare. Witnessing something that huge work its way into her tiny hole obviously excited him. He violently throbbed in her rectum. She could feel wildly the pleasure ravaging his system. "Frankie sure--likes it in there."
"Don't stop," she squeaked when he stretched her rim. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, Frank. Bury your cock in my ass." The weight of what she said shocked her. She had never used such language before. Finally, she blurted the things that went through her mind. Roger disapproved of women airing such comments. Even he refrained from employing those terms. With Frank, however, that kind of candor seemed warranted.
"You like that, eh?" he muttered. His finger was poised over her clit. "Tell me more."
Eva moaned as he stroked her. Digitally, he brought her pleasure into alignment with his.
His shaft eased from her sucking embrace before drilling into her pulsing center. He expelled stale air through his gritted teeth. Not even for a second, however, did he cease jiggling her.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, brutally turned on. He brilliantly managed her electrical circuits. Her love button swelled beneath his expert rotation. "Yes. Oh, yes."
His artistic swirl accentuated her encounter with that anus-splitting beast. She loved how he dominated her senses. Swerving back, she absorbing that whole cock. Her ass wiggled against those taut balls and pubic nest. He tested her tolerance level with each push.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, gripping that wide shaft with her ass-hole. He rubbed her burning clit. "Ohhhh."
Sweat cropped at Frank's brow. He could barely handle her devouring anus. Her butt hole plucked at his tense skin. Each jerk furthered his bliss. Watching her very hungry buns gulp him propelled the urge to shoot. He protruded heavily from that hot receptacle. He briskly fucked her compact cheeks. His balls pummeled her backside. Her ass bounced off his groin, then returned for another serving of that hard dick. "Oh, baby," came his strained tone, "I think I'm gonna jizz."
From his hoarseness, she concluded that she challenged his staying power. She couldn't fight it, either. His finger was sending her into orbit. "Yeah. Let's do it now."
Frank pleaded no contest to her crushing anus. He clasped her quivering buttocks, then gushed. Hot cum jetted into her bowels. She moaned from his deluge. The amount he discharged amazed her. She believed she had drained the man, yet he gave her a large dose.
"Oh, God," she sobbed as he creamed in her dark channel. He jiggled her to orgasm. His fingertips pressed into her responsive flesh.
Frank yanked himself from her cum-saturated rectum. Hot jism spilled down her crack. Her anal walls trembled from his imposing width. Massaging her mound, she suffered from complete emptiness. Her rectum pleasantly smarted from his visit.
She took his dick in hand, gently pulling on it. The tiny slit at the top opened, emitting more white stuff. From the tip to his base, she freed that remnant goo. It dribbled from his swollen knob.
Frank cast his head back, letting out an anguished cry. His cock was extremely sensitive after exploding. Eva's massage heightened his anguish.
She milked the last of it from his cock, then guided him to her extended tongue. Frank deposited what was left onto it. She licked away those final pearls.
He slumped against the ceramic wall. She welcomed the clasp of those muscular arms and the affection of those lips. He nibbled on her throat while pulling his wits together.
"I have to call my husband," Eva murmured. She intended to make a mental note, but the words abruptly sprang forth.
"Why?"
Letting her concern slip, she did not attempt to retract it. "Roger needs to know I haven't been kidnapped-or met with an accident. He'll call the police, and we can't have that."
Frank pondered her concern. "Do you want to go home?"
Eva shook her head. "No. Not yet." She sighed. "Perhaps not ever."
He buried his face in the nape of neck. Hot kisses revived her lust. "Come with me. I've got some business to attend, and then I'm going to spend the next few days convincing you that your marriage is a waste of time."
She shivered as he mouthed her.
"I want to know everything about you, Eva-your past, your secrets, your fantasies.. . . "
"Why?"
"Because I've never been so attracted to a woman in my life. This is totally un-like me. I've carved my share of notches on the bedpost, but something tells me that's all behind me. Stay with me, Eva. Leave your husband."
Her mind wasn't functioning properly. She couldn't process a rational thought-not while receiving Frank's intoxicating kisses. "We'll
CHAPTER THREE
"Where are you," Roger ordered, "and with whom?"
Eva carefully modulated her tone. "I'm not telling you. Let it suffice that I'm safe and well. As for when I'm coming home, I haven't decided."
"Do you expect me to accept that?"
"I have no expectations of you, Roger. You're free to do as you choose."
He sighed heavily over the line. "I've been worried sick all night, concluding the worst. How dare you downplay this entire matter. Your disappearance has caused quite a flap. Your luggage arrived without you. Nobody had a clue. Your sister was so hysterical, she required sedation. She insisted someone abducted you and would be demanding ransom."
"I apologize for the fracas. That wasn't my intention. Please relay that to Debbie."
"What's come over you? This is totally un-like you."
"I've got much soul-searching to do, Roger. If I were at home, you wouldn't permit it."
"I won't stand for this, Eva. My patience is nearly expired. Book yourself on the next flight to New York. Immediately."
She glanced at Frank for support. The dashing Italian flashed her a grin. It was more than adequate. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I have other plans."
"What plans, Eva? Explain yourself."
"I can't go into it now."
"God damn you! I won't finance your little fiasco. At the end of this conversation, I plan to change the locks on all the doors and cancel the charge plates. You won't receive a penny from me, nor will I take you back, regardless of how much you beg. You'll walk the streets, for all I care."
"Fine." She calmly placed down the phone. Roger's fury was understandable. Their five years together amounted to very little. In spite of what he claimed, she trusted Roger would not lower the curtain on her. He was a tenacious individual.
"Sorry you did it?" Frank asked.
Eva had no way of knowing what was right. As long as she was with him, she was in a constant state of arousal. There was something deliciously erotic about Frank Sirocco that she couldn't fathom. It went beyond his casual manner, choice of attire, and manly gait. His baritone sent pricklish chills down her spine. In the end, she could only smile. "Let's go."
Eva watched Frank tossed the briefcase he'd been carrying in the back seat before hopping into the car. It brought back their introduction at the airport. "What's in there?" she asked.
"Some contracts and other business papers," he quickly said, as though wanting to dodge the issue. "We're going to join my partner, Dominic. He and I need to close a deal. Afterward, it's just the two of us, baby."
"That sounds nice, except I have one small problem: no clothes. If you recall, my suitcase went to New York without me. Other than what I'm wearing, I haven't anything else."
He chuckled. "That's fine by me, but if it makes you feel better, we can pick up a few things to tide you over. After this deal goes through, I promise you a complete wardrobe."
Eva gazed out the window as they sped down the road. The suburban area of Chicago whipped past her. "That's very kind and generous, Frank, but I must decline."
"Why the hell not?"
"We hardly know each other. I couldn't accept such extravagance from a stranger."
He grinned. "After last night, you still consider me that? I thought we became intimately acquainted."
"Having sex with someone isn't enough."
"I already explained that to you, baby. I want to keep you around for a while. That wasn't just sex last night. What we had was magic. I don't usually get that from a chick I pick up."
"Oh? So I was a pick-up, eh?"
"Sorry if I made it sound like that. A pick-up is usually a quick, easy lay. There's nothing cheap about you, baby. You're classy, and I like that."
"Thank you for clarifying that."
He assumed a comfortable position behind the wheel. One large hand centered on it while his arm stretched across the top of the backrest. He donned a crisp white shirt and knotted a fresh silk tie. Beneath the starched fabric, she detected his animal heat. His fingers were a fraction from her shoulder. The very hint of his touching her spurred an unprecedented thrill. She very much wanted him to fondle her. He effortlessly kept her passion alive with those rough, yet tender hands. His talent wasn't restricted to them. In her mind, she recalled having her pussy in his mouth. She could still feel the swish of his tongue, and began getting wet.
What was happening to her? Nurturing horny thoughts was something new and exciting. She couldn't help herself.
Frank insisted upon knowing more about her, yet he shrouded himself in secrecy. While she ironed her rumpled clothes in the room, he had walked down to the pay booth and made several telephone calls. One, she imagined, was to his partner, Dominic. The others he refrained from discussing.
He was negotiating with someone and had a transaction to complete. Perhaps Frank was superstitious and didn't wish to jinx it. Certain businessmen were of that ilk. Nothing, she believed, was a fait accompli until the signature was affixed on the line. Conversant of sales and the possibility of a snafu, she didn't fault him for his beliefs.
Since Frank had only given her spare details of his history-Chicago-born and bred of a hard working middle-class family, with three brothers and a sister; college-educated through scholarships raised from playing basketball; never married-she elected to supply him a few illuminating morsels about herself.
"My husband's argument that my actions were irrational was quite valid. I've never done such a thing. For twenty-six years, I've lived a placid existence. My mother groomed me to be an executive's wife. I refused to attend a finishing school, but I did agree to ballet lessons, music appreciation, and gourmet cooking. My parents introduced me to Roger. They convinced me he would make an excellent husband and provide me an exemplary lifestyle. Being a dutiful child, I married him. I had no reason to think otherwise. Roger, indeed, supplied me every convenience."
"I gather that he failed to make you happy."
Eva shrugged. "I'm not sure I'd been entirely honest with him. I was programmed to be accommodating. My husband's needs came before mine. Yes, our marriage lacked what you call 'magic' I can't say our sex life was so phenomenal, it lingered in the back of my mind."
Frank's brows went up and a smile curved his mouth. "But our fireworks are still burning?"
She smirked. "Yes."
Frank's eyes drifted back to the road. "I always dreamed of having a girl like you, Eva. Unfortunately, the ritzy ones weren't interested in dating some guy who had rough edging. They also weren't keen about someone with a reputation."
She studied his rugged profile. He was indecently handsome, a virile brute. She couldn't stop remembering what he looked like without his clothes. "Oh? Were naughty stories in constant circulation?"
He nodded. "I was very wild. Most of the chicks Dominic and I scored with were cut from the same mold. That satisfied me at first.. .until I learned the ones from better families-the sophisticates-wanted nothing to do with me."
Eva caressed his thigh. "Apparently, they missed out."
"Too bad you weren't around back then. My ego took a bath. I figured I wasn't good enough."
"I wish I had," she murmured, drawing seductive patterns with her nails. "I wouldn't have married Roger."
He glanced at her mindless weave. "Don't start something you aren't going to finish."
She vented a mischievous gleam. "Who says I can't?"
Cupping the back of her head, Frank steered her to his mouth. He managed to simultaneously keep an eye on the road. He squeezed her to his solid frame. Those minutes unfolded seemed like a dream.
Their lips came together. Frank's tongue suddenly filled her mouth. Eva heatedly responded. Frank didn't seem concerned about getting in an accident. Fortunately, traffic on the two-lane blacktop tapered to an occasional truck. He obviously had chosen a less-traveled route. Frank operated the vehicle and her with utter authority. He chased her tongue, then wildly pushed against it. She moaned with dizzying satisfaction.
Frank's hand closed over her tit. He palmed the stiff peak protruding through her silk blouse. She shivered as he trapped her erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger. His tweak generated a piercing jolt.
An eternity later, their lips detached. That sudden kiss left her woozy. She dragged air in her lungs. Frank's thigh pressed against her, feeding her electricity.
She noticed his dick was out of his pants. During their passionate embrace, he had unbuttoned himself. Long and solid, his cock rose from the metal teeth of his zipper. Frank steered her hand to that thing, then wrapped her fingers around it. His shaft pulsed furiously in her grip.
She massaged him. No sooner did she launch a gratifying rhythm, Frank resumed devouring her lips. They continued to accelerate. His foot did not ease on the gas pedal for even a second.
Eva acknowledged the element of danger that fueled their journey, yet she couldn't resist him. Frank Sirocco, she deemed, was the sexiest man alive.
He gasped while she stroked him. Tall and thick, he throbbed in her fist. She could scarcely wait to get that cock in her mouth. Sucking him to orgasm while he drove turned her on. She wanted him to shudder between her lips and explode.
He applied pressure to the top of her head. "Open wide for Frankie. Give it a suck. Let me feel those hot, teasing lips all over my dick."
Her mouth opened. Frank went in fast. Her lips cushioned her intake. She didn't think she could swallow him whole-his size discouraged her. She smothered his strong beat in her oral warmth. He pushed, trying to bury that thing in her face. She countered his impatient thrust by wedging her tongue. Locking about that solid cock, she drew powerfully.
"Oh, yeah," he gasped. "Wrap yourself around Frankie. Suck me, baby. Work the cum from my balls. Oh, yeah. Run your teeth over it."
Her hair spilled across his stomach. She whipped it over her shoulder, granting him a clear view. She wanted him to see her take it in her mouth.
Her lips traveled the length of his cock. She inched downward, gobbling him to the stem. She enjoyed the fresh taste of his bare skin. Her initial contact drove him wild. He buckled in his seat.
"Christ," he gasped, digesting the butterfly sensation. A fire sparked in his brown pupils. "Oh, yeah. I love watching it slide in and out of your face," he said. "I want to stay in your sexy mouth a long time."
Further dialogue was unwanted. He elevated himself for her next mouthful. Her lips opened to receive him.
"Ahhhh," he gasped. "Oh, yeah. Make it disappear. Suck me to the balls."
Eva became ambitious. She relaxed herself, then lowered that monster down her throat. Her lips rippled over his cock. He leaned forward until his balls sat on her chin. His trunk feverishly sought the warmth of her grip. She was astonished to have accomplished that.
He shook between her lips. "Whew. That mouth sure--likes to suck Frankie."
Eva gave Frank several minutes of deep-throat. Having her down him catapulted his excitement. He fed himself into her gulping expression. His balls slapped her chin. She repeatedly gulped him. Dipping her nose into his dark thatch, she breathed Frank's distinct aroma. His rich, masculine smell made her giddy. In swallowing his cock, she watched the muscles in his stomach quiver.
She focused on his balls next. She lavished that taut sac with bubbly saliva. One frothy coat followed another. Frank appreciated her attending them. The trace of salt increased her appetite.
Frank's thing stood in the air throughout those slurps. He was ramrod straight and aching for another round with her oral clench. She dove at that cock and gave it a lip-smacking welcome.
"You like sucking Frankie, huh?" he muttered. "Go ahead. Lick my cock. Run your tongue up and down. Oh, yeah. Stay on it."
His Adam's apple twitched. He clamped her head and slid in and out. She could feel the tremors building inside him. He was almost there.
"Mmmmmmm," Eva hummed against his member. It commanded nearly all the room in her mouth. He continually bumped the roof. Using her tongue, she steered him into her throat.
"You're pretty familiar with cock," he said. "Oh, yeah. You're doing a great job." His head rolled from side to side. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
She pulled and sucked on that dick. His gasps and exhalations increased. He shook against her. His cheeks flared with color.
"I'm going to lose it," he exclaimed. "Get ready, baby. Keep your mouth on it."
Eva was amazed at the amount. Frank had fucked her all night, and yet spurted more of that hot seed. She drank his creamy cum. Her lips worked up every last drop.
Frank remained in control of his vehicle the entire time. When Eva had finished, he still retained enough strength and presence of mind to drive. She planted a wet kiss on his cockhead and stuffed him back into his pants.
They pulled into a gas station a short while later. "I've got to make another phone call, baby. Sit tight. I'll be back in two shakes."
Eva smiled. Frank Sirocco was so slick. For better or worse, she had entrusted herself to him. It seemed an act of desperation to forfeit one's husband and security blanket for a crazy flirtation. Frank simplified her choice.
She questioned where they were. Frank had taken her a good distance from the city. Wheat fields swayed to the right of her. She observed a silo and farm in the background. Road signs were posted ahead.
She turned the knob of the glove compartment, in search of a map. She found a small pile of them. In lifting one, she uncovered a black instrument.
Eva's eyes grew huge. It was a gun.
Startled, she slammed the door shut. As she turned, Frank's suitcase seized her attention. Her curiosity burgeoned. Unable to curb the impulse, she opened it. Inside, she found stacks of hundred dollar bills. Disturbed, she couldn't calculate the sum.
A deadly weapon and a suitcase of money.. .what could it mean?
CHAPTER FOUR
Roger Cabot scowled at the telephone. Normally, incoming calls equated to increased income. Handling the instrument was an extension of that pleasure. He wove electronic communication into his work. Touching base with clients, executing market orders, obtaining valuable information that resulted in a slew of executed purchases revolved around it.
Right now, however, he despised it. It represented his single link to his unruly wife. Where Eva had chosen to go, and why, absolutely puzzled him.
When had this insolence come to fruition? He hadn't previously sensed dissatisfaction on her part. Eva was her charming, gracious self. During their five years together, he never heard the tone employed in their last conversation. Her glaring defiance shocked him. Eva exhibited a side he knew nothing of.
Roger recalled the sweet, shy girl he took to the altar. Tears of joy welled from her pale blue eyes. In bed that night, she surrendered to him her virginity. She gave every indication of enjoying that initial round of lovemaking.
He never debated whether he physically appealed to her. Far from what women would describe a "strapping stud," Roger Cabot was tall, postured and not given to unstable behavior. He possessed handsome, but not strong, features. His blond hair had appreciably thinned on top, yet he made the most of it. His gray eyes had a sharp, penetrating quality. Trim and athletic, he maintained a membership at a fashionable health club, which he attended Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. A creature of habit, he rarely deviated from his schedule. He dressed tastefully, avoiding trendy clothes in favor of the traditional and conservative.
He liked things neat and in order. Eva's job had been an irritant, even though she managed to keep the place tidy. He refused to hire a cleaning person. Their modest-sized condo did not require it.
Now that Eva had vanished on him, he supposed securing the services of a maid were warranted. He couldn't possibly handle such chores himself.
The intercom buzzed. The security man in the lobby had a visitor to announce. Roger depressed the button. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Cabot, your sister-in-law, Debra
Winfield, wishes to see you."
Roger frowned. He was in no mood for her whining, nor sob stories about lost boyfriends. Knowing Debbie, she could--likely create a scene if he rejected seeing her. "Very well. Let her up."
Roger braced himself for more of her hysteria. He had zero tolerance for her pendulous mood swings and made no pretense about it. Eva ordinarily asked him to leave the room when her sister paid them a visit. Her absence would be severely felt.
The curvaceous blonde strutted through the door reflecting disappointment. "Any word?"
"As it happens, yes. She called this morning."
"Thank God. What time is her flight? I'll meet her at the airport."
"She's not coming home."
Debbie's eyes widened. "What?"
"Apparently, she's decided to stay on in Chicago. Why, I haven't a clue. She carefully evaded that issue."
Debbie exhaled slowly. "That's bizarre. She must have a reason."
"Well, she isn't sharing it. You may as well know, I'm completely disgusted. This little prank has put me in a foul mood. If you've come seeking a sympathetic ear, you won't find one here."
Debbie assessed him with dazzling blue eyes.
Her lips had their trademark pout. "You don't like me, do you, Roger."
"Not particularly."
"Why is that? What have I done to earn your resentment?"
"You're a helpless creature, given to excess. You glom on men who don't want you. You lack maturity and powers of reasoning. Furthermore, I suspect you're narcissistic." He paused. "Have I painted an accurate picture?"
Debbie sighed. "Your evaluation of me is rather low. Eva always said that you were fond of me."
He raised a brow. "Did you honestly believe that?"
"I suppose I did."
"I hate to shatter that illusion, but there isn't a shred of truth to it. Eva's a kind, protective soul."
"I hope I can redeem myself."
"Don't bother. It's a waste of time and not within your power. Trying to reform would be a futile gesture."
Debbie did not enjoy his criticism of her. Roger was extremely hard. She couldn't reconcile herself to his harsh appraisal. "Perhaps you and I ought to smooth out the wrinkles. After all, we are related."
"For how long? Do you believe I'll stand for your sister's carousing?"
"You have no evidence of anything she's done."
Roger laughed brusquely. "By her tone of voice alone, I suspected it. She's on some wild, sexual juggernaut, I tell you. With whom, I cannot guess."
"Eva wouldn't cheat on you."
"I haven't excluded the possibility. She practically slurred her words this morning, sounding as though she had herself an exciting evening."
"Even if that's true, it was probably a meaningless fling." Debbie studied him as though in a new, stimulating light. "Haven't you ever considered one yourself?"
"Never."
"Oh? A good-looking executive like yourself? Women haven't thrown themselves at you?"
"I didn't say none had. I'm merely confirming my belief in monogamy."
Debbie was suddenly aware of her brother-in-law's magnetism. Retreating in that direction after suffering a trauma was typical for her. Being dumped by Michael was bad enough, but being deprived of her sister added to the blow. Roger's animosity struck her in an unusual way. She suddenly craved his approval and, strangely, his passion. His opposition did not dampen her enthusiasm. A driven woman, she was accustomed to seeking men she couldn't have. "Why don't you pour me a drink, Roger? I need one to calm my nerves."
Roger regarded her carefully. "Do you really think it wise? I'm sure you drove here, and I know how one can lead to another."
"Trust me, I'll be fine." She sat on the sofa while he reluctantly mixed martinis at the bar. Debbie hoped that his was stronger. When he came to serve it, she patted the spot beside her. "For five years, we've been at odds with each other. Let's try to salvage what's left for this evening."
Roger intended to decline her offer, but caught sight of her shapely thighs. One thing he had to admit about his sister-in-law: she was extremely well-built. He appreciated Eva's construction, but her sister was blessed with the curves. He saw no reason to attempt civility. Whether or not his marriage to her sister would survive, he decided to be a gentleman.
She waited until he sat. "Eva said nothing of her whereabouts?" Debbie asked, brushing against his thigh with calculation.
The electrical surge took Roger aback. Debbie's jutting breasts were dangerously close. He noticed how much cleavage she displayed. Didn't she catch men drooling over her? He supposed she was used to it.
Debbie barely touched her drink. She didn't need it. Watching Roger ogle her tits afforded a kick alcohol couldn't provide. Those gray eyes dwelled upon them. Roger poorly disguised his fascination. He tossed his martini down after she purposely bumped him.
Though he loathed admitting it, she could tell he wanted her. The man in him ruled the moment.
The temptation to touch him became severe. Debbie was dying to get her hands on him, barely suppressing the urge. Her pussy moistened at the thought of fucking him. Sitting next to him, exposed to his heat, heightened that yearning.
"You know, I really don't believe you dislike me, Roger. Deep down, part of you feels differently."
He said nothing to contradict that notion.
"In fact, I'll bet you wish we could be friendlier with one another."
His brow grooved. "What are you inferring?"
"That you'd love to take me in the sack."
Roger blinked. "Is that what is going through your mind?"
"And yours, too," she said with a smirk. "Be honest about it."
He stammered, as though trying to refute the charge. "I will not."
She perched her hand on his thigh. His tremors were quite prevalent, yet she saw no sign of his abandoning his seat. Before the night was through, she would have him retract some of the awful things he said. "What's wrong with some spontaneous passion? Let's indulge ourselves for the hell of it."
Roger tried to think of a thousand reasons why he should refuse her offer. Truthfully, he had craved sex with Eva the previous night on his way to the airport, before the entire fiasco. She'd been away several days, heightening his ardor. Her nonappearance foiled that plan.
Now her sister blatantly threw herself at him. Her seductive caress, the jarring of those huge breasts and the soft voice made abstinence difficult.
"Eva will never know," she whispered. "We won't tell her." Her fingers inched toward his crotch.
His heart almost skipped a beat. "Don't."
Debbie promptly withdrew. She was fairly confident he wouldn't have stopped her. Visibly torn, his desire was unmistakable. She wanted him to recognize the longing that festered.
She undid the buttons of her blouse. Floating from one to the other, they came apart, baring her lace-bordered bra. She willed him to gaze at her tits. They bulged at him. "Touch me, Roger."
He swallowed roughly. Perspiration cropped at his brow.
Debbie lifted her breasts from their cups. Her nubs, pink and stiff, emerged. "Play with my nipples."
Her pleas battered his senses. He couldn't defy her. His shaking hand went to her thick stubs. Ecstasy swam through her system. His thumb circled, then flicked before continuing to the other. Debbie moaned.
"Yes," she sighed, arching her back. She couldn't believe Roger obliged her. He was typically obstinate. His grope pleased her. He traveled sluggishly over her velvet flesh, his coarse fingertips endlessly riling her. The thrill was lasting. "Oh, yes."
Her tits bulged in his grip. He exuded tenderness. For a man of blunt character, he amazed her. Debbie expected awkwardness and received the reverse. Roger was a man driven to the limit.
"Don't they feel nice?" she sighed. His strength aroused her. "Aren't they soft? Let them bulge through your fingers. Take all that you can hold. Squeeze them. Oh, yes."
He leveled those gray eyes on her.
"Kiss them," Debbie said, steering her tits to his face. "Suck them."
Roger complied. Debbie clasped his head as he drew upon her delicate flesh. Debbie sobbed when he clamped one and vented a clenching suck. His tongue whipped her into a frenzy. Those dizzying revolutions enlarged her nipple to its full reach.
"Lick them," she whimpered. "Faster. Make them hard. Ohhhh."
While he gainfully employed his mouth, Debbie guided his free hand under her skirt. He encompassed her quivering mound. His thumb sank into her soft flesh. Her nectar spurted from the pressure. He delved into her juicy crack, sinking his fingers. Debbie gasped as he explored her hot depths.
"Oh, Roger," Debbie panted, loving it. "Jiggle me. Open me. Oh, yes. Ohhhh." Her eyesight dulled as he probed her cunt. Those strong, thick digits belonged to her brother-in-law-the man she had subconsciously craved. Feverishly, she swiveled her hips.
He detached his lips from one nipple, then used them on its twin. His tip swirled around it while he concentrated suction. He softly pumped her tit, orally massaging it. Saliva escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled onto her skin. Before his drool could streak into her cleft, Roger slurped it. He slashed again at her nipple, then reapplied his pucker.
Debbie undressed him while he sucked her. She relieved him of his shirt and traced his solid chest. Her brother-in-law was smooth to the touch. She negotiated his belt, then unzipped him. His cock swelled beneath his briefs, tenting the fabric. Hooking the elastic band, Debbie lowered them over his hips. His dick sprang at her, fully engorged. Roger was of average size. In her experience, significant measure didn't guarantee bliss, but rather the attitude behind the equipment. Those six wide inches would adequately get where they were needed.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "That feels good." Descending upon him, Debbie gave him a few licks. Her tongue danced over the bulbous head, tasting him. Roger's manly flavor tingled on her palate. She detected faint traces of sweat on his soap-scented skin.
Debbie heard his rough intake. Her slurps immobilized him. Their silkiness stunned him. Debbie glided over that mass of veins and hardened flesh, adding to his torment. Debbie moistened the back of his shaft, then lapped his balls. Roger tensed at her darting tip. His fists trembled and his heels dug into the carpet.
"Christ," he muttered, stunned by her froth. His chest expanded and contracted. His abdominals quaked with each lash.
Debbie lathered his sac with meticulous care. Men love a good tonguing. His cock stood upright as Debbie disbursed that glistening coat. She sampled hair and skin with each pass. Her bubbly concoction dripped from his pouch, only to be collected by another sweep.
Roger's finger sank into her cunt. She moaned as her pussy swallowed that thick digit.
He twisted it to the knuckle, savoring the moisture, then slowly withdrew it. He went on to pump her until her excitement soared.
After drenching his balls, she worked on his shaft. Her tongue wriggled to its top, pursuing the heavy vein of its underside. Clasping him by the base, she positioned him for her sucking lips. She took only that plump knob. Her lips massaged him while tickling his cum slit. A creamy pearl oozed onto her tongue. His male essence dissolved in her mouth. She sucked, seeking more of that dense fluid.
Roger manually teased her clit. Debbie shivered as he thumbed her love button. His rough texture spurred her passion. The juices spurted from her loins, anointing his fingertips. He made her pussy wet and tingly.
Up and down that cock she went. Debbie sucked his dick to the very root. Embracing that section of thriving male flesh aroused her. Her lips twisted at its pulsing foundation, rose to the top and wrung its head. She took huge mouthfuls of him, savoring his gasping response. Smothering that throbbing beast with her tongue and lips, she drew upon it until a dash of his cum awakened her taste buds.
Roger groaned from her feverish intake. He cupped the top of her head, guiding her.
Abruptly, Debbie detached her lips. "Have you had enough?"
"No. Don't stop."
His breathless plea turned her on even more. Debbie wouldn't have left him in that condition. She descended upon that cock, dragging her lips to the bottom. Her lips curved around his balls. She sucked and licked him, enjoying his frantic beat. She tugged the taut skin while he vented his bliss. The crush of her lips vehemently excited him. He elevated his groin, eager to meet her. He couldn't wait for the press of her cheeks and whip of her tongue.
Gripping him by the stem, she clamped his side. Her lips raced up and down. She slid over that stretch of veins and congealed mass. He was totally rigid, inflexibly curved. She had virtual bone in her mouth. His groan deepened when she sucked and slurped him.
Roger caressed her mound while Debbie ate him. His thumb settled over her clit, maintaining a steady motion. Shivers rushed through her. She neared orgasm with each twitch.
Debbie stroked his stiff thing. Her fist glided over that broad monster. His pulsations drove her crazy. He looked like he was going to cum. If she had persisted, he would have surely splattered her. His reddish dick seemed ready to spew its load.
The ache in her snatch mounted. Debbie wanted his cock in it. His manipulation of her clit aggravated her. She couldn't wait another second.
Debbie swung her leg over him, then deposited her ass on his lap. Sighing heavily, she straddled him. Her tits swung in his face, the nipples pointing.
Roger stared at her, flush with desire. Debbie saw no trace of contempt. He wanted to fuck. Those gray eyes prompted a physical disturbance in her.
Using her free hand, Debbie led him into her pussy. He groaned as her cunt lips grabbed him. Even she found his initial entrance startling. That bloated crown was much wider than she'd thought. Bearing down, she served him hot squish.
"Oh, God," she wailed, taken by surprise. He seemed bigger inside. His diameter pried her apart. Her cunt gobbled him to the balls. That hard dick sat in her pussy for several heartbeats. "Oh, Roger. Ohhhh."
He seized her ass with a powerful hand and hauled her to that ample trunk. Gritting his teeth, he jammed himself high. Her snatch involuntarily constricted. His cock monopolized her concentration. It was a nice, tight fit. Their organs squealed in bliss. His handsome features contorted as they merged.
Upon regaining her senses, Debbie began rocking on him. Her pussy stroked him slowly, relishing its bony occupant. He caressed her quaking walls, thrust after thrust. She shrank around his throbbing cock. Tightly connected, they made squeaky sounds. Her cunt lips kept him juicy.
"That feels excellent," Debbie whispered, humping it. Debbie rode him with glee. That hard dick had her sobbing. He dug into her loins, rubbing the part that badly needed it. "This is our night to do whatever we want. I'm yours, Roger. Don't hold back."
"Yes," he muttered as Debbie buried him to the hilt. His eyes rolled up in their sockets. His lips widened, baring clenched teeth. "Yes."
Debbie greased his shaft, covering him with a hot snatch. The friction was most exquisite. She whimpered from that sweet give and take. He plunged into her, pulsating. His dick tunneled into her soaked flesh. His balls slapped her ass.
Debbie blindly groped his sac. He pressed that velvet pouch to her quivering cheeks before withdrawing. She petted the bulging veins of his base. He protruded from her cunthole, dripping from its excitement. She dropped over him, engulfing him with her snatch.
"Fuck me," Debbie sighed, rubbing that rigid mass. "You're making my pussy so wet."
Roger arched his spine and rammed her. Debbie cried out, then fucked back. His pistoning hips caused a sweet commotion. She gazed at him while scaling that mountain. He brought her closer to its summit, stroke after stroke. Ohhhh. In uniform intervals, his thickness brushed her clit. She put the squeeze on him, taking that thing in her slick vise.
"Jesus," he muttered, whipping back his head. That bitch was driving him out of his mind.
Debbie slid up and down him, huffing and puffing. She jerked his meat, but good. Their pubes came together. She smashed her mound to his, then pulled back. She ground herself to that massive base and moaned.
Roger rammed himself into her repeatedly. He made certain Debbie felt his ramming. She purred from his dick's rapid movement. His glassy eyes and slack mouth told her he was about to explode. She was close to cumming, too. She humped him madly, wanting it to happen. Their flesh moistly slapped together. A profusion of sweat trickled down her body. Salty droplets clung to her nipples, then splattered his chest.
She shuddered violently. That orgasm almost caused her to black out. Debbie writhed on his lap, overwhelmed by its power. His animal roar and quaking informed her that his pleasure had crested. She strongly contracted on his spurting cock. Hot jism splashed into her cunt. She sobbed as it jetted into her, squirt after squirt. Roger's hand anchored her to his lap. He made sure she didn't fly off while he emptied himself.
Long before that sweet, pounding release subsided, Debbie collapsed over his sweat-drenched body. Her lips went over his, ending their session with a kiss. Roger's tongue went into her mouth of its own volition.
His cock never grew soft. Debbie felt him standing in a pool of spent cum, inflexibly swollen. He dragged her onto the floor without disengaging himself. Debbie surrendered to his silent command. Soon, he began pumping her. His dick recommenced its demanding thrust. Roger required zero recovery time.
What a stud! Debbie luxuriously thought. He needed more of her. Once wasn't enough for him-nor for her.
"Yes," Debbie panted, receiving that prodding member. "Oh, yes. Do it."
At last, she thought. All the men she had chased, and the one she truly needed was always around: her brother-in-law.
CHAPTER FIVE
They pulled in front of a ranch-style home late that afternoon. Frank parked next to a dark blue sedan. Before killing the engine, a tall, dark-haired man emerged. Bare-chested, he exhibited a heavy carpet of hair. With muscles rippling, he gave the impression of being "cock of the walk." He looked directly at Eva.
"Hey, Frankie," he said, breaking into a grin, "I like your riding companion."
"Eva, meet Dominic, my partner."
Eva attempted to avert his gaze. His chest nonetheless captured her attention. She offered a weak smile.
Dominic made no secret of his immediate attraction. He stared at Eva as though he had x ray vision. His lengthy perusal brought color to her cheeks. like Frank, Dominic seemed a virile beast and anxious to prove it. She had no doubt of his prowess.
Another new face came into view. A beautiful redhead with a set of eye-popping curves wrapped in a sheet came to the door. Upon seeing Frank, she waved. "How's it goin', Frankie?"
Frank nodded. "Pretty good." To Eva, he commented, "That's Ginger. She and Dominic have been together for a while."
"Yeah," Dominic muttered, his eyes glued to Eva. "A little too long."
Ginger promptly elbowed him. "Sure didn't feel that way this afternoon when you put it to me, doll."
Dominic took her rebuking in stride. "You know how it is with us romantics," he explained to Eva as though they were alone. "That kind of action has gotta happen."
Eva nodded as though it were patently clear. The picture slowly came into focus. Frank and his buddy struck her as gangsters. Their manner was a strong indication.
She had shut the briefcase before Frank returned from his phone call. The reason he kept a gun in his glove compartment wasn't sought. She didn't think it her business, nor was she dying to know. Frank might have it in light of the small fortune he was carrying. His pending transaction had not been up for discussion.
For the duration of their trip, she strove to displace it from her mind. Though determined not to jump to conclusions, the money and weapon had triggered a warning. Frank gave her no basis for concern. He drove with his arm around her and occasionally kissed the back of her neck. His stream of affection briefly blocked any disturbing thoughts.
Meeting Dominic contributed to her belief that something was not right.
Dominic completed his candid study of Eva and turned to Frank. "Did our friend show?"
Frank shook his head. "I still have everything." He gestured to the briefcase.
"That mother-fucker," Dominic spat. "He better not double-cross us, or I swear-"
Frank silenced him with an upraised hand. "Ginger, why don't you and Eva freshen up while Dominic and I talk business? Maybe you've got something else for her to slip into. We'll go out for an early supper afterward."
"Sure, Frankie." She crooked her finger at Eva. "Come on, doll. You look like you slept in those things. Don't worry. I've got extra. We'll see what fits."
The second they walked into the bedroom, the smell of sex hit Eva. The disheveled bed sheets strongly brought about that hunch. Images of Dominic and Ginger rolling about naked on that king-sized mattress flickered through her head. The aroma that resulted from their feverish activity was distinguishable.
Eva didn't think any of the buxom redhead's garments would do. Her measurements alone were startling. Ginger--likely wore a size "D cup. She probably stretched anything she owned in front.
Ginger sifted through the wardrobe in her closet. Eva decided that the house belonged to her, not Dominic. During her search, she immodestly let the sheet wrapped around her body drop to the floor. Eva observed the chesty redhead parading her assets without a stitch. Her fabulous body merited a prolonged examination. Eva had to admit that, in the nude, she was breathtaking.
Eva also noted that Ginger's nudity evoked strange feelings from within. Mentally, she viewed Ginger as merely another woman, but on a physical level, Eva noticed a pronounced tingling emanating from her loins. Coupled with the intoxicating scent of frantic lovemaking, Eva judged it very erotic.
A picture of Dominic, hairy and muscular, mounted upon that voluptuous figure, zoomed in. Eva recalled an intensity about him. She took another whiff of the cum he spilled. She could practically envision him humping Ginger, making her moan with his cock.
She studied Ginger's undraped backside as she went through her clothes. Her bare ass drew her curiosity. Its symmetry struck her. When she turned, Eva contemplated her huge globes. Ginger flaunted a succulent profile.
Eva vainly tried to dispel those impressions, but the embracing scent of animal relief pinched her nostrils. It astonished her how her sexual awareness had sharpened since Frank. Everything had such delightful clarity.
After several minutes of deliberation, Ginger settled upon a blouse and pair of shorts. "Try these on, doll. Let's see how you look."
Eva was amazed that they strangely suited her. Ginger favored shorts that exposed her hips. Eva, glad to be rid of her pantyhose and business attire, welcomed casual wear. Ginger tossed her a pair of high-heeled sandals. Fortunately, they shared the same shoe size. It wasn't her normal style of dress, but doable.
"So," Eva said, finding her voice, "Dominic and Frank are partners."
Ginger nodded. "They go way back, from the old neighborhood. Those two are always on the lookout for new business. They keep making the green stuff, and that pays the bills."
"What kind of deals?" Eva probed, attempting to block those ripe, pink nipples and copper-colored pubic triangle.
Ginger merely smiled. "Ask Frankie."
Eva received the impression Ginger was coached, and also that she was trespassing on forbidden ground. She made a careful retreat.
Those beautifully formed breasts screamed for her attention. Eva suppressed the urge to gaze at them.
Ginger, however, eyed her up and down without hesitation. "I noticed Dominic checking you out. You're not bad. In fact, you seem good for Frankie. He--likes your type."
"What's that?"
"Very chic."
"You're striking, too."
Ginger laughed. "I never heard it put that way, doll. To Dominic, I'm a piece of ass, but that's okay. I like making him happy. Besides, he's great in the sack."
Eva tried not to seem interested, but Ginger piqued her curiosity. "Oh?"
"He's got a big cock, and knows how to use it. His tongue works pretty good, too." She looked off in the distance, as though calling up a memory. "Frankie's hung like a horse-but you probably already know that."
Eva's bottom lip quivered.
Ginger waved her hand. "Don't get flustered, honey. This is just girl talk. I've had my innings with Frankie. I'm a sucker for Italians-they believe in pleasing a woman. Besides that, most of them are huge."
Eva didn't enjoy discussing Frank's sexual expertise. The entire scene grew uncomfortable. Additionally, she didn't want to keep looking at Ginger. She wished the woman would cover herself. The sight of her nakedness disturbed her. Eva walked over to the window and observed the two men in conference. Their conversation undoubtedly revolved around the money packed in Frank's briefcase.
Was she making the biggest mistake of her life, refusing to go home? Some peculiar aspects overshadowed her rhapsody with Frank.
While gazing at the men, Eva felt a pair of boobs pressing into her back. The velvet touch of flesh jolted her. Ginger's nipples poked at her, followed by warm exhalations. Clasping Eva by the shoulder, she anchored herself. They swayed as one.
Eva roughly swallowed. The heat was dizzying. Her touch stunned her.
"What are they doing out there?" Ginger huskily whispered.
Eva suspected Ginger wasn't nearly as curious about the men. Those pointed nipples delving into her back underscored that notion. Her temperature slowly rose. The smell of perspiration wafted. 'Talking, I guess."
Ginger spoke softly, slurring her syllables. Her tongue traced Eva's ear lobe. "That's okay, doll. We'll have a little fun of our own."
A pleasant numbness overtook Eva. She didn't expected amorous attention from that voluptuous female. Apparently, Ginger was indiscriminate between genders. She voiced no complaint, nor requested that Ginger stop. Those pleasure-giving fingers awakened every cell in her body.
Eva quivered while her eyes rested on Frank. Ginger continued to fondle her. Her hands traveled down her sides, then clasped her buttocks. Before Eva could digest that thrill, Ginger cupped her mound and squeezed. Her pussy strongly tingled. Surveying Frank while being stimulated was truly unique. Eva looked upon his fiercely masculine face while Ginger massaged her erogenous zones.
"Oh, God," Eva muttered under her breath. The caressing and the feast of odors that permeated the bedroom seduced her.
Ginger disengaged the buttons of her blouse, one by one. Her erect nipples sprang from hiding. Ginger bunched her tits together, reveling at their silken consistency. Her manipulation of them brought luscious shivers. Eva swallowed harshly as her nipples went into Ginger's mouth, then moaned from her riveting suck. Her tongue swirled around each nub, leaving a foamy path.
"Mmmmm," Eva heard Ginger sob in satisfaction. She drew upon her raised tip.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Eva leaned against the wall and sighed, wallowing in that physical luxury.
After attending both nipples, Ginger sank to her knees. Eva's long, sleek legs surrounded her perched form. Ginger opened her shorts. Eva heard-and tolerated-the tug of her zipper. Ginger eased the shorts she'd lent over Eva's slim hips. Eva was much too woozy to comment, much less react. Her arms hung limply at her sides. Her warm breath swept across her midriff and fanned her crotch. Ginger's saliva dripped from her sucked nipples. Her panties descended her hips. Eva felt a warm draft on her pussy. Ginger panted at its unfurled sight.
Eva was crippled with desire. The muscles of her body tensed. Peering through the window, Eva checked on Frank and Dominic. Neither man seemed to wonder what was keeping the girls. They continued to mutter between themselves. Dominic balled his fist and smacked his palm while Frank adamantly shook his head.
Eva couldn't move, nor utter a sound.
Ginger's thumbs pushed her delicate folds aside. Her tongue advanced into her juicy crack. Eva clenched her teeth as she wriggled into her snatch. Her tongue separated her cunt lips. Ginger stroked her inner thighs and wove through her blonde curls while Eva gasped for air. Hungrily, she dove into her pussy. Her movements were fluent. She licked the walls, extracting their flavor. Eva spewed into her mouth. Ginger's wiggling tongue brought the flow of cunt juice.
Eva glanced out the window. Neither Frank, nor Dominic, noticed her. She regretted not leaving the room before Ginger made her move. Reflecting on her seduction, Eva couldn't have fled the tongue that pleasured her. Ginger slurped her privates so splendidly, nothing could have propelled her exit. Eva slumped against the wall with her legs splayed, watching Ginger nibble and suck. Her face was partially obscured behind the blonde feathering of her snatch. After a few moments of study, her head lobbed to the side. A guttural moan emerged from the bottom of her throat.
"Ohhhh," Eva wailed, pressing herself to Ginger's mouth. "Oh, yes. Eat me."
Eva tried to keep her sobs to a minimum, but Ginger's whips were so imaginative and thrilling, containment was impossible. She delivered joy in waves, each overpowering her. Eva, loving the way she ate her, didn't want Ginger to stop.
Ginger stared at Eva while devouring her pussy. Those eyes, seen through her silky wisps, regarded her with total candor. She molded those freshly painted lips to her cunt and gently sucked. Eva profusely oozed from the pressure of her tongue. She gulped all the nectar Eva could yield. Her thirst fiercely excited her. That serpentine appendage fucked her wet, wanting hole.
Eva's sodden flesh muffled her grunts. "Mmmmm," she murmured into her snatch. "Mmmmm."
Ginger caressed her bare thighs. Her touch was pure electricity. Her clit received the benefit of an experienced licking. She extravagantly circled her love button. Bubbles of spit slithered over that quivering patch. Her lips pinioned her drenched flaps, enabling her tongue to delve into her itchy center. Her darting and groping catapulted Eva into oblivion.
The scene beyond the window blurred. Eva was too incapacitated to dissociate herself from those sweet, sucking lips. She became lost in Ginger's feeding frenzy. She sucked and swallowed her honeyed secretions. Ginger exhibited quite an appetite for cunt. Eva's clit burned against her sinuous tongue. She held her legs open, aching for more of its bewitching dance.
"Yes," Eva whispered, pushing her snatch into her mouth. "Take it. Please. More. Ohhhh."
Ginger pulled her down to the floor. Eva did not protest the demand of her hands, nor did she attempt escape when those silky thighs curved around her head. Ginger's red fluff advanced toward her face. Those pink, pouting lips opened just before molding to her mouth.
"Give me some head, doll," Ginger murmured. "I need to get licked."
Eva responded to its thrilling vapors. She let out her tongue and slid it into place. Instantly, she tasted jism. Dominic's spent cum still lingered in her pussy. His feral expression flashed before her. She vividly remembered his piercing stare and suggestive comments. That strapping beast had just finished with Ginger when she arrived with Frank. She tasted his creamy residue.
It was almost as though she had sucked Dominic to climax and was swallowing his cum. The strange part was that she found it inside Ginger.
"Suck me," Ginger moaned, pushing down on Eva's face. "Suck my pussy."
Eva's mouth began to function. She drew upon that tender flesh, extracting what was left of Dominic. It was the first time she'd had a snatch in her mouth, yet its sweetness prevailed. She rubbed Ginger's cunt with her lips and tongue. Ginger's juices poured down her throat.
"Oh, yeah," the redhead moaned, humping her face. "Harder. Faster."
Ginger's clit bulged against her serpentine tip. More of her nectar trickled, only to be gulped. Eva, who had never attempted such a thing, found herself enjoying it.
"Yeah," Ginger whimpered. "Keep doing that. You're going to make me cum."
Eva whipped her into a frenzy. She sucked hard on Ginger, enjoying her tremors. None of it seemed real. That moist patch of flesh kept descending on her.
Meanwhile, Ginger cupped her buttocks and licked on her snatch. Eva heard her gulp down everything she siphoned. Back and forth went that spirited tongue, driving her insane. It almost impaired Eva's concentration. Lightheaded, she reciprocated.
"Ohhhh."
It didn't take much. Ginger started to wail and pitch. Soon, her breasts vibrated. Eva's pelting mound muffled her cries. Ginger remained attached throughout her feverish shake.
Eva could not elude orgasm. Its flames flickered at her snatch. Just as she spasmed, the door opened. Frank and Dominic entered. They saw her contracting while Ginger drank. Her lips widened and a prolonged sob erupted.
"Oh, Christ," Eva whimpered, feverishly convulsing. Her lips were wet with Ginger's juice. She hadn't wiped them. Slamming into Ginger's face, Eva implored that the redhead eat all that she spurted.
Frank and Dominic exchanged smug looks. The girls' performance amused and titillated them. They thoroughly approved.
"That's some girl," Dominic remarked to Frank. "She's really hot."
Frank nodded. "Yeah."
Eva slipped away from Ginger's mouth. Weak from her experience with Ginger's tongue, she couldn't register embarrassment. Nothing that had happened from the time she left the airport with Frank seemed abnormal.
"You girls got yourselves worked up, eh?" Frank said. "Ginger, you shouldn't have been walking around in the buff. See what happens when you flash that pussy."
"We don't want them to forget what a cock feels like," Dominic said.
"No," Frank said. His features took on a serious outlook as he took off his belt and unzipped.
Eva, woozy from orgasm, watched the men drop their pants. She gazed at their hairy legs, then at the bulge in their underwear. Ginger was already breathing roughly. Both anticipated getting something big and hard to really finish the job.
CHAPTER SIX
Eva was uncertain how Frank would treat her after witnessing her total abandonment with Ginger. He claimed that she was different, a "classy" chick, yet he caught her with a woman. Conceivably, that would have been a blow to a man's ego. It did not seem to apply to Frank.
His grin faded as he yanked down his pants. She glimpsed that hefty growth in his cotton briefs. The outline of his equipment excited her. She wondered if it was the result of witnessing her go down on Ginger, or her nudity.
"Yeah," Dominic muttered, jerking down his zipper. "I could use a good squeeze."
Eva did a double take upon seeing the size of his cock. Ginger had not exaggerated. He was enormous and, judging from its severe angle, very eager to use it.
Dominic, noticing Eva's amazement, thumbed his organ. "Doesn't it make your mouth water, baby?"
"Hey," Frank said, recognizing his lascivious glint, "she belongs to me, pal. Look, but don't touch."
Dominic appeared genuinely deflated. "You mean.. .we aren't sharing?"
Frank shook his head. "You've got your woman, I've got mine."
"Fuck. I thought we were going to switch."
Ginger smacked him. "That's it. You ain't gettin' it now, doll."
Dominic placed his hand on her mound. "I've already got it, baby."
"You think I'm gonna let you put it in me again?" Ginger scoffed. "You're dreamin'. Maybe I ought to give Frankie a shot."
"Frankie's got his hands full."
Eva's face colored. She regretted those delirious moments of passion beneath Ginger's tongue, and also the ones spent on her face. A fight was in the offing, and Eva felt accountable.
Dominic, desirous of establishing himself as a sexual dynamo in Eva's eyes, cupped the back of Ginger's head and steered her mouth to his. Ginger instantly lost her resentment. Their lips hungrily came together. She opened her mouth and received his hot, spirited tongue. She moaned as he dragged her toward him with those solid arms, closing her in a feverish embrace.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed once their kiss broke and he attached himself to her neck. Ecstasy streamed through her body. She writhed against him. Her nipples swung out at him. She steered those big tits to his mouth. He gave them an appreciative slurp. That heavy wealth of red hair tumbled down her back.
Dominic never took his hand off her pussy. Her red fluff curled around his fingers. Droplets of love dew stuck to each strand. He rubbed that warm patch, letting the dampness ooze from its center.
Eva grew restless. Dominic made short work of Ginger's hostility. The young woman, melting in his embrace, was prepared to do anything he wished.
Frank, amused with Dominic's swift manipulation, sat behind Eva and massaged her shoulders. He seemed perfectly content watching them.
The couple totally aroused Eva. Tingling excitement coursed through her body, gathering at her nipples and her pussy. Her nubs swelled and pussy moistened at the tantalizing sway of Ginger's buns. Dominic cupped both cheeks with one hand. His other hand covered her crotch. She shivered as he wove his fingers through her copper-colored locks. He exhaled over her succulent flesh, then tenderly divided it.
Eva practically felt him doing the same thing to her.
"Oh, God," Ginger blurted the moment his tongue met her. He dipped into the heart of that pussy and collected its moisture. By the third pass, she was weak with want. He expertly dabbed her snatch. She shifted restlessly, conscious of his provoking tip.
Dominic's dark pupils studied her from below. The flash of pink when he wiggled suggested the position of his tongue. "Still mad at me, baby?"
"Not anymore," she whimpered before sucking air through her clenched teeth. She cupped the back of his head and pelted his face. "Oh, yeah, doll. Take it. Eat me. Suck it good."
Frank, wired from hearing Ginger moan, turned to Eva. "How about it?"
Eva, horny beyond compare, took Frank's cock in her fist. She stroked him while they watched Ginger's cunt widen from Dominic's probe. Frank's partner separated those gleaming pink layers with his tongue.
Ginger sobbed as Dominic licked her. Scooping her mammoth tits together, she shook as his head bobbed. The slobbering noises Dominic produced equated to a powerful stimulant for Eva and Frank.
Eva darted at Frank's long shaft. She purred at his salty flavor. He stared at that snake-like tip and heavily perspired. He could not control his excreted fluids. She slurped him again, relishing that saline release.
Frank gasped as she glazed him with those initial dabs of saliva. "Wet me down, baby." That tongue spurred his rock-hard state.
Dominic lowered his tip into Ginger's cunt That gratifying stab wrenched another guttural cry. Her pussy became glutted with his frantic tongue. Its brisk activity curled her toes.
Ginger's eyes rolled heavenward. "Oh, doll. You're makin' me cum."
He tongue-fucked her for several heart-stopping moments. She couldn't get enough of his feverish drilling. She huffed and puffed as he speared her wet cunt. Upon withdrawing, he glistened. Her tart flavor saturated his tongue.
Though dazed from his feast, Ginger dealt with Dominic's erection. His boner burned in her hand.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered. "I need some mouth and tongue."
She fingered his enlarged cock with delectation. Dominic's impressive endowment raced her pulse. "Yeah. I'll blow you."
Dominic's vigorous tip gave her the proper incentive. He whisked over that bud, relishing its flavor. Her juices oozed from her snatch. She heard his gulp, then savored his next assault
Dominic tasted none of the jism he previously pumped in her. Eva had cleaned that pussy of his creamy residue. Knowing she sucked his cum out of Ginger fired his libido. Dominic went crazy, gulping everything he found. He couldn't wait to have that luscious blonde babe.
For the moment, he wanted Eva to see what he could do.
"That feels so good," Ginger murmured, trickling onto his tongue. She noticed improved enthusiasm on his part. He was ferociously turned on. "Ohhhh."
He prompted her nipples to stand. She smoothed her palm over the heavy stubs and moaned. Pleasure traveled to every cell.
Eva's persistent tongue and lips thrilled Frank. They covered his every drawn-out inch. Coated with foamy spit, his dick stood high and ready. She licked the head until it glistened, and pumped his shaft with her lips. His balls received an abundance of saliva, too.
Ginger glanced at the cock Eva licked. "That's the best part of Frankie. Treat it right, doll."
Eva's mouth descended upon his domed head. Frank groaned. He watched himself disappear into her hot gullet. "Oh, Christ." She wiggled up and down the large vein of his underside. He dragged fresh air into his lungs when she absorbed him to the root, then wielded a ferocious suck. Not until he was reduced to a trembling mess did she release him. When his dick eased back, bubbles popped across his vein-ridden span.
"Mmmmm," Eva hummed. Cupping his buns, she reeled him into that smothering ring. "Mmmmm."
Frank steered himself to that panting face. He submerged his cock into that liquid heat. Her bottom lip, digging into that heavy vein, tormented him.
Eva, reveling in his abnormal breathing, continued her hot, sucking massage.
Ginger was impressed with Eva's ability. "Did you see that, doll?" she murmured to Dominic. "She took all of Frankie, and that's not easy to do."
Dominic leered at Eva, then returned to the pussy he'd been eating. His lips enclosed her damp flesh and sucked until her mind nearly went blank. His oral attack depleted her air supply. She combed through his hair and arched her back. His gnashing endured for quite some time before he lifted his mouth.
Dominic could tell Eva glimpsed him from the side, aching to be on the receiving end of his tongue. He tried to make Ginger moan louder. He reached into that sweet pussy and siphoned its juices. That sensitive pink flesh remained sodden, no matter how thoroughly he sucked it.
Ginger said nothing more. Dominic's fast tongue made her vocal cords taut. She caught sight of his big dick. Reaching between his legs, she claimed her prize. Dominic's cock pulsed fiercely in her grasp. The purplish head screamed for her mouth.
"Yeah, baby," Dominic muttered, "do me."
Panting, Ginger climbed on top of Dominic. She framed his face with her thighs. Positioning her pussy above his mouth, she pushed down and fed him.
"Eat me, doll," she wept, gyrating over his lips, cheeks and chin. "Eat me good."
Simultaneously, she pumped him with her fist. His hard dick towered through her sweaty coil. He throbbed, awaiting that initial lick.
Ginger opened her mouth and wrapped him in her shivering heat. In reflex, his knees shot up. She squeezed his stiff cock before running her tongue up and down its length.
"Mmmmm," she droned against his captured member. "Mmmmm."
"Christ." Dominic swallowed roughly, palpitating in her hungry lock. "Ahhhh."
Ginger sucked his dick without unrestraint. She drew powerfully, tasting some of his cum in that first pull. Up and down that rigid stretch she went, plying her magic. She soared from tip to base.
Dominic looked around Ginger's undulating buttocks to see his cock disappear. As her baking saliva permeated his skin, stale air whistled through clenched teeth. He loved having her mouth all over his dick. He elevated his ass and crammed all he could into that moist vacuum. Ginger took every bit of him.
Across from him, Frank received the same treatment. Eva's sweeping mouth kept him busy. She sucked him into a noticeable swoon. Clenching his fists, he rocked on his feet. His dick protruded from Eva's beautiful face.
Ginger massaged Dominic's balls with her thumbs, compounding the sensations her lips triggered. Dominic groaned at her delicate handling. He rotated his hips to take advantage of her winding patterns.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "Lick my balls."
Ginger extended more than her feathery touch. She removed her sucking lips from his cock, then curled her tongue under his taut sac. She slashed hot spittle over his rocks.
Dominic gasped, stunned from the overload to his electrical circuits.
Closing his shaft in her fist, she jerked high and low while lapping his balls. Snapping bubbles clung to the skin, then coasted to the bottom. Once she had him dripping, Ginger engulfed his bulbous head. She sucked him into that vibrant ring, then sank to his foundation. His stomach quivered as she devoured him.
Dominic seized Ginger's hips and hauled her juicy cunt to his mouth. He duplicated the tongue-jolting strokes she practiced. He delved into her hot center and drank her nectar.
Ginger clutched his hair-rough thighs for support. She pushed down on his face, pursuing that rapid-fire tip. Dominic sucked her clit with everything he had. Her butt cheeks rose and fell, tamed by his steel grip. Her juices seeped into his gulping orifice. Dizzy with joy, she rode his face. She ground her crotch to his mouth, rubbing that aggravated button against Dominic's teeth and tongue. Her nails sank into his muscled flesh.
He could feel her orgasm approaching. Ginger's delirious gallop on his tongue continued. She buckled, at the fringe. Those heart-shaped buns rotated to a stimulating beat. He circled her button, then flicked it. Ginger nearly flew off him. He sucked deeply from her pussy, downing that sugary gush. Her scattered cries amplified his hunger when he dabbed far into that delectable hole.
"Yeah," she squealed, jerking. "Oh, yeah."
Eva's mouth slid from Frank's cock. She watched the redhead nearing convulsion.
Frank cupped her head. He didn't want her to leave him at such a frustrating point. "Don't leave Frankie now, baby. We're at the finish line." Pushing down, he reconnected himself to those moist lips. "Suck. Ahhhh. Come on, baby.
Suck."
Eva's tongue and mouth resumed the activity he craved.
Ginger's sobs mounted. Dominic shook badly from her high-pitched wail. She huddled over his face, her hips wildly gyrating.
"Yeah," Dominic implored between her shaking thighs. "Cum. Do it."
Eva was trying to make Frank cum, too. She wrapped his saliva-coated cock with her tits. His bulbous head protruded from her cleavage. She opened her mouth and took him in a loud pucker. Her lips folded just beneath the heavy rim of his velvety crown. She puckered it. Her tongue rapidly swirled around the cum slit. Eva hummed against his submerged flesh. After spending a moment in her cheeks, she noisily uncoupled her lips.
"Christ," Frank gasped, rubbing her silky groove. That chasm was lubricated with her spit. Getting pressed into those boobs and enjoying the conflict quickened his pulse. He watched those swollen nubs rise and fall during Eva's crushing movement. Inserting his cock in that sweaty groove physically aggravated her. "Frankie wants to fuck those tits," he grunted. "Bunch them around Frankie and stroke him. Yeah. Nice and slow."
Eva whimpered as he sawed through her cleft. Satisfying that big dick exhausted her.
She pulled her tits around that elevated cock until the nipples touched. She smothered Frank's furious beat inside her flesh. Judging from his tense expression, he approved of that variation.
"Whew," he muttered as her saliva-wet recess tugged at his thing. She yanked the skin of his cock, creating a sweet commotion. "Oh, yeah."
Eva bent her head and seized his cockhead. After taking an intense pull, she lashed the cum slit. Frank leaked a drop of white goo. She downed it, then wanted more. His tremors were noticeable through her mouth.
Frank groaned as she twisted over him. Eva's demanding lips made him shift. He fucked through her soft clutch, letting her pleasure him.
Ginger was close to spasming-but hardly negligent of Dominic. She found the strength to suck him to orgasm. Her lips pumped that solid thing, from below its heavy knob to its broad trunk.
Dominic groaned from her steady pull. His girlfriend loved draining him. Having boned her earlier, she was still starved for it. He met that hungry press of her lips, feeling his pleasure escalate. He was close to popping. His whole dick occupied her mouth. She went to the bottom, lashing his veins.
Dominic outlined those wet cunt lips, then dabbed her pulsing bud. Her honey supply was profuse. He lapped that quivering snatch, provoking its flow. As he maintained his concentration on her clit, Ginger's tremors increased. Without detaching his mouth, he sucked harder than before. He wanted her to cum.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, smashing and rubbing her pussy against his lips and teeth. "Oh, doll. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
Dominic took pride in satisfying her. He lapped the final drops of sweetness from her cunt.
When her daze cleared, Ginger saw Dominic's cock standing unattended. She opened her mouth to finish the job. Grabbing him up with her soft lips, she launched into some serious suction. The moist friction of her lips against his taut skin echoed.
"Yeah, baby," he said, his chin veering upward. He jabbed himself between those puckered lips. Pushing his thing into that hot vacuum turned him on. "Suck me, baby. Faster. Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Ginger massaged his balls with her hands while compressing that throbbing mass. She pulled on him, clasping him tighter than ever. Pressing her tip to his heavy vein, she enjoyed his wild beat.
A profusion of sweat poured from Dominic's brow. He shook his head as that weakness gripped him. Ginger smothered his dick with hot, juicy kisses. Holding back was impossible. "I'm going to shoot."
Ginger stayed on his cock, her lips tugging dutifully at the tingling skin. "Mmmmm."
"Ughhh," he growled, feeding that torrent into her face. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Ginger secured her lips to the shaft, trapping that hot collection. She enjoyed Dominic's pleasure-filled groans, accentuated by his violent shaking, while he discharged himself.
Eva fastened her boobs to Frank's dick and stroked it until his sharp intake told her he wasn't about to last much longer.
"I want to cum on your tits."
Eva said nothing, keeping his cock covered with her mouth. Her sucks were more ferocious than ever. She tormented the enlarged head with tantalizing whips, bearing down with terrific suction.
Her tits continued to caress him to that irreversible point. Those soft globes rubbing and stimulating his cock caused his cum to boil.
"Jesus," he groaned, smacking the counter with his back. "I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah. I'm going to shoot."
Eva quickly disconnected her mouth from his rubbery knob and watched him jet. Her timing was perfect. No sooner had she fallen on her haunches, but Frank's geyser landed on her tits. r
"Arghh," he howled, squirting her. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Eva enjoyed his splash of jism. It felt nice and warm hitting her body. Hot and sticky-that best described his emission. She alternated her position so that he evenly distributed his splatter. When he was done, she lathered up her nipples with his white goo. Blending it over her highly aroused spots stimulated her.
Dominic watched Frank's jism drip from Eva's tits. Her blonde succulence stirred him. He began stroking his cock. Orgasm hadn't diminished his horniness. He wanted part of that hot pussy. "Hey, Frankie," he muttered, leering at Eva, "let's say we switch."
Frank shook his head. "I don't think so."
"We've done it before."
"I won't let you have Eva. She's mine."
Dominic's features darkened. Frank stood his ground. Eva sensed the two might brawl.
The squeal of brakes and the flash of headlights outside the house interrupted their argument. Frank and Dominic exchanged puzzled looks.
"Who the fuck is that?" Dominic muttered. "Let's check it out."
The men put on their pants. Eva sensed trouble. Tension mounted from the possibility of receiving a visitor. In fact, their anxiety was largely perceptible.
"Stay here," Dominic barked at the girls.
Ginger dutifully nodded. She, too, seemed to recognize an element of danger.
Eva's heart pounded. The aura of pleasure dissipated. Ominous undertones replaced the exhilaration which they just enjoyed.
"What's happening?" Eva asked.
"Be quiet, doll," Ginger said.
Eva could see that she looked worried.
The men went outside the house to meet the vehicle that arrived. Car doors slammed. Voices grew louder. She strained her ear to understand what they were saying. The night breeze whipping at the trees obscured their words. Harsh tones interrupted Frank and Dominic. Suddenly, a noise she mistook for a clap of thunder sounded.
Eva's eyes widened.
That, she told herself, was gunfire.
"Jesus Christ," Ginger exclaimed. "Keep your fucking head down."
More shots sounded, then an awful silence prevailed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debbie gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She looked radiant. For the first time in her twenty-three years, she believed she'd found the man of her dreams.
That he was her brother-in-law, Roger, didn't seem an obstacle.
Debbie longed for a man to enter her life and take charge. She tended to smother the weaker ones, and the aggressive type usually shunned her. Roger fell somewhere in the middle. She could manipulate him, yet sensed he had an inner strength. The balance suited her.
There was still an undercurrent of concern: Eva. It wouldn't have been as much a problem if her sister wasn't still married to Roger. Debbie wasn't thrilled playing the "other" woman. Habitually, she avoided married men. She saw little future in getting them through a costly and perhaps lengthy divorce. Most simply wanted a piece of ass, nothing more. Debbie did not ordinarily give it away. She saved herself for prospects only.
What was it about Roger that turned her on most? She recalled his unhappiness about her attachment to Eva. He condemned her for being an inept creature. Roger was hardly diplomatic, too. She recalled several times when he hastily evacuated a room in which she entered.
Roger, Debbie came to understand, had a complex personality. He expected order in his world and liked to manage people. His reason for control was simple: as a professional with a six-figure income, he depended on such controls to retain his sanity. Tremendous responsibility rested on his shoulders. He wasn't being selfish, merely prudent.
Debbie recognized that her sister was not ideally suited to Roger. Her opinion was based on an intimate knowledge of her sister's emotional complexion. Eva was a romantic soul, chasing after rainbows. Their parents foisted Roger on her. They sanctioned the marriage, despite her initial reservations. Debbie was rather surprised Eva had accepted his proposal in the first place.
Debbie found herself strongly attracted to Roger. She hadn't previously cared about him. By surprise, her passions bubbled over. He literally rocked her boat.
Eva's abrupt and unexplained disappearance perplexed her. Eva might not have been content, but she was a trustworthy person. Completely vanishing seemed so un-like her. She would have alluded to such a scheme, had it been deliberate.
Debbie hoped, however, that by refusing to come home, Eva planned to dissolve her relationship with Roger. She wished no conflict of interest, and prayed there was no misunderstanding about what Eva had done. Debbie was convinced that she would make a superior wife.
Guilt haunted Roger. After fucking her brains out, he retreated into a depressed state. He was sorry for having taken advantage of her, even though she had orchestrated it. He may have claimed that he had washed his hands of Eva, but Debbie knew he was still hurt. His ego had taken a bath. The wife that jumped at the snap of his fingers stopped doing so. Whatever his definition of love was, Eva no longer fulfilled it.
The thing that bothered him most was that Eva had gone totally incommunicado. Neither she, nor Roger, knew where to reach her. Debbie was disturbed about it, but Roger was almost hysterical. She would have expected more composure, but that wasn't the case.
"She'll call again," Debbie insisted. "Eva is probably very conscious of your torment."
"If only she told me who she was with," he went on, as though not hearing her. "Christ, why is she punishing me like this? What have I done to deserve it?"
"You haven't done anything, Roger," Debbie whispered, caressing him. "Eva is going through a difficult phase. Otherwise, she's fine. You must believe that." She saw that her words had no impact on his disorientation. Her only other course was to look ravishing for him. That, she decided, would take his mind off her lost sister. She had enough confidence in Eva that all was well. She was a big girl, capable of taking care of herself.
For the moment, Debbie wanted to take care of Roger.
Roger rifled through the desk in the study. He and Eva had separate drawers. He strewed the contents of Eva's across the surface. He analyzed everything: canceled checks, business letters, an expense account ledger, notes. "There might be a lead," he mumbled.
He concentrated on the addresses. He tossed anything with a Chicago location in a pile. After several minutes of rummaging, his findings did not amount to much. Most were from offices on Michigan Avenue and LaSalle Street, Chicago's business district. His expectation of putting together the location of a love nest did not pan out.
"I don't understand," he said, tossing aside the insignificant paperwork. "There isn't anything solid to work with."
Debbie was mildly insulted that he hadn't noticed her tantalizing outfit. She had purposely slipped into a virtually transparent teddy. Her nipples were highly visible through the diaphanous material. "Why don't I put those things away while you relax? You're getting yourself bent out of shape."
Roger finally glanced at her. "No," he said. "It won't happen a second time. I shouldn't have permitted it at all."
"I enjoyed it," she whispered. "I thought you did, too."
"I'm not denying that, but we must never discuss it again. Write if off as a mistake."
She clasped his hand and brought it to her breast. "That would be a lie. How could anything that exciting be wrong?" She rotated his palm over her slowly solidifying nipple.
His Adam's apple twitched. "Debbie, no."
She fed him her hungry vibrations. "Do you feel how hard they are? I can't forget what we did. I want you again, Roger."
"You're doing this because Eva isn't around," he stammered. "Her disappearance has driven you mad. It's not me you actually yearn for. You've turned me into a surrogate."
Curving her lips, she lowered his hand. Roger groaned as he slid over her pubic area. The skimpy fabric did not shield him from its silky surface.
"We've got to stop," he whispered, "before it's too late."
"It's already too late, Roger."
She held him fast to that section. Her rising heat and apparent wetness stole his argument. He thumbed the seepage from her hairy crack.
Those blue eyes studied him while she encouraged him to fondle her. She eased back that sheer panel. Damp fur brushed him. He clenched his teeth as she took his finger and inserted it in that hot squish.
"Christ," he gasped.
Debbie jerked her hips, allowing him to pump her. Her eyes glazed over as she absorbed him to the knuckle. "Oh, Roger," she moaned. "Oh, yes."
He winced as that pink sponginess encompassed him. His cock twitched in his pants, swollen with life.
Debbie pulled him out of her pussy and brought his hand to her lips. He groaned as those sodden lips disengaged him. Debbie kissed the finger that penetrated her, then took it in her mouth. Her lips wriggled up and down that digit, cognizant to his tremble. She sucked it just as she had his cock. Her tongue swirled around the nail, then darted to the top.
Roger's detachment ceased. His inner strength deserted him. He pulled her into his arms. His fevered embrace warranted a moan. His tongue entered her mouth, silencing it. Pressed together, they passionately kissed. She quivered in his grasp.
"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered. "I'll even stop if you want."
He closed his eyes. "No." That was no longer an option.
Those powerful hands closed over her tits. He stroked her protruding nipples, which stiffened at his revolutions. He slipped off her teddy with expert care. Debbie enjoyed his light touch. The skimpy garment fell from her highly aroused body. Her breasts heavily jutted at him. He aligned those pink nuggets, then delivered them to his mouth. His suck precipitated her gasps.
"Yes," Debbie whimpered, elevating them. "Oh, God. Yes."
Roger did not spend an exorbitant amount of time on them. Something new drew his appetite. He sank to his knees. His drool coursed down her boobs. Debbie reeled in ecstasy as he fanned hot air over her susceptible crotch. She gripped the edge of the desk, recognizing his aspiration.
Nothing could have prepared her for that tongue, nor its staggering delivery.
Eva had confessed Roger's disinterest in supplying her with oral sex. Roger liked getting head, but wouldn't reciprocate. Debbie began to understand. The act wasn't unpopular with Roger; Eva simply failed to express its importance to her.
Her pubes rippled from his exhalations. He spread her pussy with his thumbs, then greedily pursued its borders. Debbie moaned as he curled around her pulsing love button. Arching her spine, Debbie leaned into his face.
"Oh, Roger," she sobbed, savoring the collapse of his defenses. Urgently, he slurped her. She relished the long, satisfying licking, punctuated by his mouthfuls of cunt. He clamped her sodden flaps and sucked. "Ohhhh."
Roger's thirst was unquenchable. He vigorously drank from her loins. His tongue and lips worked in harmony, siphoning her juices. He distorted her vision with his clit-hungry massage. He slashed her enlarged bud with saliva. Debbie loved his brusque style. Steeply aroused, Debbie craved instant gratification-not leisurely development.
Debbie gripped his shoulders while he lapped her. His tip stirred her into a frenzy. He circled her clit, then darted over it. A barrage of fireworks ignited. His mouth, stuffed with snatch, pulled hard.
"Eat me," Debbie hoarsely pleaded, thudding against his chin. "Oh, yes, baby. Eat me."
Her nipples were rock-hard, strained with excitement. Briefly, Debbie fondled herself. Electricity resulted. Her nubs burned in her grasp.
Below, she watched Roger broaden her pink flesh, then investigate its center. His plunge stole her breath. She moaned as he explored her wet pussy. He licked its quaking walls, then downed the honey he accumulated.
He memorized every luscious nook and cranny. Her clit served as his target. In flicking at it, the chills mounted. Those large thumbs firmly secured her flaps, permitting him unin terrupted refuge.
"Spear me with that hot tongue," Debbie sobbed, unable to curb herself. "Lick me. Drive it deep."
Roger obliged. His mouth clamped her mound as he pierced her slick passage. Her pupils rolled upward as he delved into the heart of that nectar-rich cove.
"Oh, God," she whimpered as that wriggling tongue filled her. He spread her pussy with his limber strokes. Arching her spine, she received all that was possible. "Ohhhh."
After cleaning her sweet flesh, he took ownership of her fleshy globes. Debbie gasped when he tweaked them. An electrical current resulted from his pinch.
"Ohhhh," Debbie whimpered. "Don't stop sucking me. Shove your tongue inside my snatch." His lips fastened to her drenched orifice. His circular motion heightened her bliss. She rocked her hips, keeping rhythm with his gratifying whips. "Oh, Roger, don't you dare stop. More. Please. More."
Roger continued to down her nectar until Debbie found it intolerable. The sight of him between her legs, eating her, was too powerful a stimulant. Her love button pulsed madly beneath his dynamic tip. She came against his thirsty expression.
"God," she yelped, unable to cope with the ferocity of that orgasm. "Ohhhh."
Clasping his head, she smacked him with her groin. Debbie spasmed roughly against his cheeks. She emptied her tart spurts in his mouth. Roger sucked the juices that flowed from her pussy.
"Roger," Debbie squeaked as he jabbed into her tender cunt. He removed the honey from her shivering walls. Stars flashed before her eyes. "Oh, Roger."
He licked her after the contractions subsided. Her joy began its steady ascent. Debbie wondered if he longed to slurp her to a second climax. Although the prospect thrilled her, she wanted something other than a tongue in her pussy.
Gripping his shoulders, Debbie detached him from her cunt. His eyes looked glassy from having gorged himself. Thin lines of spittle extended from his mouth to her moist lips. She held her arms out to him, silently commanding that he stand.
Comprehending her need to embrace, he got to his feet. Debbie drew him to her warm, wanting flesh. Cupping the back of his head, she kissed him. She tasted her sticky juices on his tongue while exploring his mouth. Her tits swelled against his chest. Her distended nipples stabbed his shirt. Debbie moved seductively, arousing him. His hands stretched over her buttocks, pulling her into a tight embrace. He smashed his hard-on into her mound. It was like bone. She could feel the heat of his cock.
Roger inched back, gesturing to that imposing bulge. Debbie groped him. Tight jean fabric was wrapped around that monster. Her brother-in-law was totally swollen, in need of relief.
Roger took it out. Debbie panted as he released that thing from captivity. It emerged from his fly, in search of cunt. She instantly spread her legs for that wide cock and gripped the edge of the desk for support.
Roger steered that plump knob to her sopping entrance. Her soaked lips immediately latched onto him. With a groan, Roger lowered himself into her snatch. Debbie sobbed as he settled into her spongy warmth. She clawed the desk, unable to watch. The ecstasy was far too intense. Even Roger squinted as he disappeared into that hungry hole. Her pussy sucked him to the root. His blonde pubes mingled with her curls. Their groins were flush.
Upon collecting his wits, he started fucking her. Debbie moaned as that cock slid in and out, rubbing her slick walls. Those gray pupils peered at her. She welcomed their unblinking contact.
Holding her thighs apart, he dove into her. His balls slapped her satin flesh. He sawed through her pussy, agitating her with hot friction. Debbie groaned from his thickness. Not only did he spread her, but consistently met her clit. At that angle, she was sure to cum fast.
"Give it to me," Debbie pleaded, swinging herself to that stiff dick. She tightened herself for his benefit. Debbie gave him a snug pussy to fuck. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. That's where it belongs: in my cunt. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard."
Roger said nothing. He merely gasped while her pussy crushed him. He had her wedged to the desk, receiving his savage thrusts. That cock jerked wildly in her snatch, energetically massaging it. He buried that thing in her slick muff, then pulled back to hear her lips pucker. Before Debbie had a chance to recover, he charged into her.
His jeans fell to his ankles. Debbie clutched his flexing buns as he pumped her. She roamed his muscular contours. Her hands fluttered over his muscular flesh. He had a hard, solid body besides a thick organ. When his dick squeezed its way into her cunt, her nails sank into his ass. Debbie couldn't help herself. He felt wonderful, moving through slick tension.
"Shove it in me," Debbie sobbed. "As deep as it will go."
Roger swung through her sodden lips. Her pussy fully absorbed him. He groaned from her hot, greasy fit. Layers of squish captured his dick. He sawed through her juicy cunt, savoring the pleasure. The skin of his cock bunched before he worked through that gap. His width stroked her insides, increasing her fulfillment. He reached to his physical extent, then withdrew all but his bloated crown. On the receiving end, he felt huge. Her head lobbed to the side. Debbie temporarily lost her equilibrium.
"I'm going to cum," Debbie said, seconds before her orgasm. Her hips gyrated. Her pussy gobbled every bit of cock it could. Her moist, clinging lips tugged at his erect member, urging him to follow. Their groins bounced together, producing clamorous sounds. "I'm so close. Oh, Roger. Keep going."
He pumped her more roughly. Debbie could feel the orgasm building inside him. His tremors were identifiable. The blank departure of his eyes was another sign. He reflected brutal urgency.
"Yeah," Roger muttered under his breath. He jammed himself into her slippery hole, feeding it meat. "Oh, Christ."
That stiff cock fucked her, hard and sure. Her toes curled from each lunge. Debbie sensed the mounting steam behind its push. That part worked independently from the rest of him. It demanded her surrender. Debbie had exhausted its patience.
Her clit had enjoyed his grinding member through all that fierce stroking. He heatedly rubbed himself to it, escalating the conflict. Her jaw dropped. Spasming was inescapable. Debbie creamed while he stuffed himself to the balls.
"Ohhhh," Debbie sobbed, crying out in his face. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Oh, Roger."
The contractions were so brutal, Debbie nearly lost consciousness. Her pussy shrank around his dick, rhythmically squeezing it.
Her brother-in-law's features reddened. Debbie could tell he was at the brink of eruption. She pulled away just in time. He squirted on her stomach and crotch. Hot jism sprinkled her skin.
Without skipping a beat, Debbie took his cock in her fist. Debbie manipulated it, pinching its last drops of white goo. Those creamy pearls dripped onto her extended tongue.
"Mmmmm," Debbie purred, swirling them in her mouth.
Gasping for air, Roger watched her handle his cock. He remained at full extension, without a hint of softening. Debbie could tell he needed another round to satisfy the savage beast in him.
Christ, she thought. She would stop at nothing until he was completely hers.
She hoped Eva would never come home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eva's romantic stint had taken on nightmarish proportions.
The reverberant boom of guns releasing their ammo threw her into a panic. At Ginger's command, she dove to the floor. Her choices were narrowed to a single objective: survival. She huddled to the carpet, praying nothing had happened to either Frank or Dominic.
She forbade herself to guess what might happen after the gunfire ceased. Getting through those initial moments of terror sufficiently challenged her.
Fortunately, Ginger took charge. "We've got to get the fuck out of here, doll."
"But what about Frank.. .and Dominic."
"Forget it. They're history." She exhibited no grief over their presumable demise. "If we stick around, they'll be digging a hole for us, too."
Eva had feared that conclusion. Her pulsed galloped.
"Crawl with me," Ginger snarled.
No other sounds came from outside. The volley of shots had ended. Whoever dodged the bullets would be trudging back momentarily. Eva agreed, however, that by disobeying Ginger, she was increasing their peril. Adrenaline hastened her movements.
Ginger led the way. Stark naked, they made it on their hands and knees to a second, smaller bedroom. The window quietly opened, then into the dark they slipped. Eva disbelieved that their escape went unnoticed. Surely, the men who drove to the house would be scouring the area for witnesses to the attack.
Ginger motioned her to be silent. They scrambled into the heavy foliage behind the house. Her home was one of the few structures. Undeveloped land spread behind it. Taking her by the wrist, she dragged her into what was effectively a forest. The clump of trees sheltered their departure.
Eva did not permit herself to look behind them, nor did she train her ear for any descriptive sounds. She regretted missing her flight and returning to New York. Never in her life had she been in such a harrowing situation. At least her mundane existence with Roger wasn't fraught with cliff-hanging moments.
They stopped at a clearing. Under the moonlight, Eva saw a suitcase in Ginger's hand. Initially, she assumed it contained clothes for them to wear, but as her eyes pierced the dark, she determined that it was Frank's briefcase.
"Why have you taken that?" Eva whispered.
"Because we'll need cash."
Eva blinked. "How did you know what's inside it?"
Ginger made a face. "Wise up, doll. I've hung around Frankie and Dominic long enough."
"I don't understand. I thought they were business partners."
"Don't be an idiot. You knew about Frankie."
"He explained nothing to me. I assumed there was a reason for the gun and money."
"You better believe there was, doll. Frankie and Dominic were always packin' heat when they were hauling a load of dough. We're going to need it to get our asses to safety." Ginger whipped around and squinted through the trees. "Keep moving. I can't tell if we're being followed."
"Where are we going?"
"To a neighbor at the bottom of this hill. We'll get some clothes and a ride to the airport."
Eva was relieved to hear that. After those hair-raising moments at the house, Ginger's plan comforted her. They walked through the cluster of trees and bushes. Ginger had their escape route figured out. It was as though she'd previously taken the exact path.
"Since I'm not a mind reader, what was Frank doing with all that money?" Eva asked.
"I shouldn't say. The less you know, the better."
"Please. I just risked my hide back there. Can't you tell me?"
Ginger sighed. "Let it suffice that Frank and Dominic are independent contractors who receive side jobs from a certain employer. They exchange cash for merchandise. In this instance, the merchandise never arrived."
"I take it they fronted for some kind of illegal operation."
"Put it together anyway you want, doll. I'm not filling in the blanks."
Eva pointed to the briefcase. "We can't keep that money. It's not ours to take."
"The hell it isn't. We were almost blown away. I'd say that was worth a few bucks."
Eva knew there was far more than that in the briefcase. Apparently Ginger did, too. She wished she had her purse. She needed her plane ticket and credit cards. Unfortunately, all that was left behind.
Going home was no longer a fanciful prerogative. She yearned for safety and stability.
They finally arrived at a home in which strewn party lights burned on the opposite side. People were milling about in front. Eva assumed Ginger's neighbor was entertaining a few friends. The radio, loudly playing rock music from the Sixties, apparently masked the gunshots that had echoed from Ginger's home.
Eva realized that she and Ginger couldn't simply walk around the building in their birthday suits. They badly need clothes.
Ginger motioned to the back door. "Eddie and Kate are in front. We'll sneak in and grab a few things."
"Without asking?"
"They'll understand."
The small frame house was empty. Ginger's neighbors, and also their guests, sat in folding chairs on the front lawn. The back was too crowded with trees and bushes for entertainment purposes, and the house itself lacked the necessary room.
Eva felt odd entering someone's home without an invitation, yet Ginger seemed comfortable. They went into the master bedroom. The strings of party lights, filtering through the window, brightened the room. They had marginal illumination. Ginger opened the closet and scanned Kate's things. "Jesus. Kate buys all her things at those cheap department stores. You'd think Eddie would give her some money to buy nicer stuff."
Eva's heart pounded. She wanted to be out of there fast. "Please, let's hurry."
Ginger was not given to expedition. She took her sweet time, examining each outfit. She wasn't about to wear the first thing she saw.
Outside the house, music blared.
Eva kept glancing at the door. She continually expected someone to find them. The third time she checked, a man's silhouette suddenly appeared.
"Who's there?" came a deep voice.
"It's me, Eddie," Ginger said, as though it weren't a big deal. "I've got a friend with me, too."
"Ginger?" He stepped inside, understandably surprised. "What are you doing here? We didn't see you come."
"We came through the back."
Eddie reached for the switch. "How in the world can you see in there? It's too damn dark."
"Don't put it on, Eddie. We're in the buff."
"What's been happening up at your place?"
"It's a long story. We need clothes.. .and a lift to the airport."
"We've got people over."
"I know." Ginger moved toward him. "And I'm asking a lot. Keep your voice down, Eddie. It'll give us away."
Eva distinguished his looks in the dim light. He was a medium-sized man with curly dark hair and plain features. He had on a tank top and pair of walking shorts. Eddie compensated for his lack of good looks with muscles. The man obviously practiced with a set of weights. His pectorals and biceps were impressive.
In a calm voice, Ginger instructed Eva. "Find yourself something, doll, and make it snappy."
Eva, biting her bottom lip, followed orders.
Ginger turned to Eddie. "Promise me that if anybody asks if I was here, you never saw me." She smoothed a hand over his chest.
Eddie's jaw clenched. "Are you in trouble?"
"Sort of." She encountered solid muscle in her southbound journey. Clasping the metal tag of his zipper, Ginger slowly lowered it. His abdominals quivered. "You've always been a nice guy, Eddie. I've never shown my appreciation." She unlocked the metal teeth with agonizing delay.
"Jesus," he muttered, "Kate's out front."
"Shhhh," she motioned, smirking.
His fists balled at his sides while he watched her fluent hands. His shorts dropped to his hairy shins.
"Can I depend on you, Eddie? Will you help us?" She let out her tongue and slurped his smooth chest. She leisurely circled his nipple.
He flinched at her saliva application. His lips pulled back over white teeth. She listened to his sharp intake while licking that hardened bud. Scanning his briefs, she peeked at what was in store for her. He popped a boner. She purred at how much he had.
"God, Eddie, you're pretty big."
It amazed Eva that Ginger would think of sex at such a crucial moment. She told her to hurry, then was toying with him.
Ginger nevertheless proved to be a unique creature. She dipped into Eddie's briefs to retrieve his cock. Commensurate with his height, it dwarfed her fist. Eddie had a killer piece of equipment. Ginger couldn't imagine having it inside her.
"This isn't a good idea," he muttered, visibly stunned by her feathery touch. "I'll get in a shit load of trouble if Kate finds out."
"We'll be quiet."
Ginger pulled on him. His cock moved through her fist. Eddie was in delicious agony. Ginger slid over the countless veins, alert to his dulled pupils. His mouth dropped open. He evoked a guttural sigh.
"Think of it as fun," Ginger said, massaging . him. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to mess around with me?"
Eddie was in no shape to refuse her. In her hand rested his most treasured belonging. "Sure."
"I'm sorry we never did this before," Ginger went on, fondling him. Eddie was swollen to the extreme. She discerned his wild beat. "I had no idea I was passing up such a thrill."
Eddie roughly swallowed. The friction
Ginger engendered made speech difficult. "Yeah." He studied her big tits. The nipples protruded thickly at him. His mouth watered at them. Burying his face in them went through his mind.
Her thumb went over the jutting rim of his cockhead. A bead of cum emerged at her provocation. His Adam's apple rippled when Ginger dabbed at it.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped.
His cock burned in her grip. Ginger could feel its heat climb against her sweaty palm.
Eddie trembled. "How about licking it?"
Ginger slithered around his cum slit, then slurped that gooey seepage. That salty residue instantly melted on her tongue.
Groaning, he sucked air through his teeth. "More. Please. Lick it all over."
"Will you take us to the airport?" Ginger asked.
"I'll do whatever you want," he mentioned, leaning into her face. Shaking, he sought her bubbly moisture. Ginger bestowed him the barest amount. Eddie was willing to help them, providing she kept his dick wet.
Ginger traced the heavy vein that spanned his cock. "Mmmmm. You taste good."
Eddie groaned, then tried to seize her head. He jerked his hips. "Put it in your mouth."
"Not yet." Ginger turned to Eva. "Find something for me, too-and make it good. A classy broad like you ought to pick a decent outfit."
Eva couldn't take her eyes off Ginger and that stiff cock waving in her face. Despite her earlier trauma, she was getting turned on.
Ginger, returning her focus to Eddie, lapped his balls. Her tongue slathered that taut skin.
"Oh, Christ," he muttered, defeated by that bubbly coat. "You give great head, Ginger."
"I haven't even gotten started on you." Ginger watched him respond to her agonizing whips. Her wriggling tip rose to his thick shaft. Ginger opened her mouth and accepted his plump cap. Her lips rolled over its prominent border and her tongue circled his cum slit before weaving her initial suck. Eddie gasped as Ginger drew upon him. She increased her intake, delivering on her promise. His thighs shook around her bobbing head.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, tracking her progress through slitted eyes. "Get it all in your mouth. Take me down to the balls."
He stuffed her face. Ginger couldn't talk with that beast plugging her. Getting him to shoot fast was her goal. Ginger had to get him off before Kate investigated. Catching her husband with his dick in her mouth wouldn't have looked cool.
Her lips inched down his stiff member, absorbing it in a fit of gasps and saliva. Ginger lubricated him before gulping it. Eddie's thing hit her roof, then swerved into her throat. His shaft eventually descended into her hot vacuum. His balls relaxed on her chin. Her lips reversed direction, winding to the top. She caressed his major vein with her lips and tongue. Seconds later, it came out of her mouth. "Oh, Eddie," she murmured, "you've got such a big cock."
His features tensed as the foam tingled on his dick. He cupped the back of her head and brought her back for more.
Ginger quickly gobbled him. His chills and groans heightened as she took subsequent mouthfuls. She fondled his taut sac with her thumbs.
"Work on it, baby," he ordered, fucking her mouth. His balls hit her chin. The air went out of him as he speared the ring Ginger formed. "Suck it."
"Mmmmm," Ginger hummed against that ferociously beating cock. Tightening her lips, she stifling the force of each thrust. He gyrated his hips, feeding her his bony shaft. She raked his buttocks with her nails.
Eva trembled. She donned a pair of panties, then a simple dress. Kate's clothes weren't perfect, but functional. It was tougher finding an ensemble for Ginger. Eva's measurements were closer to Kate's than the voluptuous redhead.
The slobbering sounds coming from the dark drew her attention. Ginger's lustrous red hair shifted down her back as she dwelled before Eddie's crotch. She could hear Ginger taking Eddie into her mouth, sucking him deep. His groans echoed even above the rock music. Those animal grunts made her wet.
Ginger fell back on her haunches. "Do me a favor, doll," she said to Eva. "Finish him off while I dress."
Eva gazed at that juicy cock. Ginger had sucked it well. Her spit dripped from his heavy knob. He jutted at her, running his fingers up and down the bottom of its length. Her appetite flared. She yearned to suck on it.
Eva knelt before him. Ginger massaged her shoulders while Eddie took aim.
"Oh, yeah," Eddie gasped as he filled her mouth. The change of lips and tongue added to the rush. Leisurely, he pumped her face. "Eat it."
Eva gave him a moist, steady pull. She tasted Ginger's saliva on his taut skin. Eddie afforded her little chance to lick him. Clasping her head, he pumped her. His dick sank into her throat. Her senses dulled as he bombarded her with solid bone.
His fists clenched and loosened. His shaking intensified. Eva could feel his joy spike. Her snake-like tip expedited his gratification. His cheeks flared with color. His eyes moistened and grew dull.
"I want you to swallow it," he said, seconds before spewing. "Oh, Christ. I'm going to cum so much."
Eva absorbed his fat dick. In and out of her face, he flew. His balls struck her chin. She twisted her lips around his heavy base while sucking hard.
Eddie's eyes shut and his teeth clenched. A savage growl echoed through the room. "Arghh. Arghh."
His cumhole widened and a dense torrent erupted. He hotly squirted on her tongue. Eva cupped his flexing buns while he fully discharged himself. His jism filled her cheeks, swirling around his spurting cock, before she downed it.
After creaming in her face, Eddie removed his dick. Sighing, he slumped against the wall and tried reclaiming his presence of mind.
Her fingers curled around his solid shaft. Eva extracted the last of his white stuff from the tip. Eddie groaned as the excess dripped from his angry head before her tongue retrieved it. Eva immediately dispatched it.
"Christ," he muttered, trembling from her flickering whips. "Ahhhh."
Eva stroked the backs of his hairy thighs. She enjoyed his manly texture. Licking her lips, she cleaned the last of his goo.
Ginger stood before them, fully attired. "Okay, doll, let's scram before the wife catches you with your fly open. Tell her you're running to the store for some ice."
"She won't buy that. We've got a cooler with two bags of it."
"Use your noodle then. My friend and I have a plane to catch."
"Where are you flying?" he asked. "As far away from here as we can get."
CHAPTER NINE
"I've got to make a phone call," Ginger advised Eva shortly after Eddie dropped them off at the outbound terminal. "Why don't you sit down and take a load off your feet? It's been a helluva night."
"Actually, I was wondering if you could spare some change. I'd like to call my husband."
Ginger's eyebrow went up. "You're married?"
"I figured you knew since I wore a ring."
She frowned. "That doesn't mean shit. I know a lot of broads that do when they don't want men bothering them. Hmmmm. I guess you like walking on the wild side." She opened the briefcase and peeled out a hundred-dollar bill. "I guess you're going to have to break it."
Eva sighed. "I suppose we're not in a position to argue."
Ginger went to a bank of pay phones while Eva scanned the area for a person willing to exchange her large bill for something more usable. A young guy, visibly appreciating her sleek figure, donated a handful of coins. Had Kate's simple dress hid her tantalizing shape, she might not have been as fortunate.
Eva chose a distant spot to make her call. She didn't want Ginger to overhear her conversation. She was beginning to feel miserable about the events that had taken place since the end of her business trip. Roger would let her have it before granting his forgiveness. Eva was willing to swallow that pill.
The phone rang only once. "Hello?" Eva's eyes widened. "Debbie? What are you doing at the house?"
"Eva? Oh, God. I've been staying here since the night you didn't show. Roger's been terribly upset, but that's beside the point. How are you and where are you? What's happened?"
"I'm in Chicago. It's a long story. Please, put Roger on the phone."
"I'm afraid he's not here. He had a late dinner with a client and hasn't returned."
Eva glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter to twelve. Roger rarely stayed up that late during the week. She thought that odd. "Is everything all right?"
"Reasonably. When are you coming home."
"This evening."
There was a pregnant pause. "Perhaps you'd better stay at a hotel for a day or two. Roger has gotten over the initial shock of your staying on in Chicago. He'll need time to readjust."
"How do you know that? Have you two been talking?" Eva knew how much Roger disliked her sister. During a family crisis, however, they put such petty disputes on hold.
"Just a little. I think he's extremely hurt."
Eva heavily exhaled. "I have much explaining to do. I hope I can mend the damage."
"I'll report that you're coming back, but I can't guarantee he'll immediately speak to you. Call me first thing in the morning and I'll visit you."
"I can't reserve a room at a hotel, Debbie. I don't have my purse, and therefore, no cash. In fact, I don't even have my plane ticket. I need to borrow the money so that I can reschedule my flight."
"Don't worry. I'll call the hotel and have them hold a room for you. Leave the arrangements to me."
"I'd rather come home."
"It's wiser that you don't. Please, I'm doing what's best for the two of you. Have faith in what I'm saying and call me in the morning."
Debbie's comments baffled her. Eva obtained the impression she wanted to hurry her off the phone. Normally, her sister would have gabbed for several minutes, relaying current events.
Eva sighed. Something told her the life she left behind was no longer the same.
Debbie quietly replaced the phone after confirming her sister's accommodations at the hotel. She struggled to breathe normally. Her sister was coming home sooner than expected. She did not have a chance to prepare.
Her mind whirred. She eliminated the possibility of sweeping Roger off his feet. She no longer had the luxury of time. Eva's wild adventure was swiftly reaching a conclusion. Soon, she would reclaim her place in Roger's regimented world, and her sexual escapades with him would end.
Damn it! Bill had just dumped her. The threat of losing Roger was more than she could bear. She could not tolerate rejection.
She searched for some way of salvaging the situation.
"Debbie?" Roger called from the bedroom. "Did I hear the phone?"
She projected a casual air. "You certainly did."
"Who was it?"
"Wrong number."
"Oh."
She still had a shot at keeping Roger. Fired with determination, she entered the bedroom. He was sprawled across the bed, reading the Wall Street Journal. The financial publication's articles bored her, but were total relaxation for him. His steel-trap mind sifted through each article, gleaning all pertinent facts for future use.
That was fine with Debbie. If things worked out, he would continue making oodles of money for her to spend.
Carefully, she removed it from his grasp. "You've given that paper enough of your attention," she said. "It's time to spend some on me."
Roger was hardly aggravated to relinquish his newspaper. His sister-in-law's sex drive fascinated him. Even more, it opened up a whole new dimension to his. "You can't be serious. You ought to be sore by now."
"Are you familiar with the endearing phrase, 'it hurts so good?'"
He laughed. "Apparently you make a habit of practicing it."
"Only with a special man." Debbie covered his mouth with her lips. She simultaneously climbed on top of him. Her mound smashed his crotch. Slowly, she rotated her hips.
He groaned. His hands surrounded her waist. He pulled her tightly to him. She felt his cock grow.
Debbie inserted her tongue in his mouth and probed his warmth. She wanted him to know to whom he truly belonged and received no argument. His breathless response affirmed that ruling.
"You're insatiable," he said.
"I wasn't before," she said, madly kissing him. "You've turned me into a nympho." She rubbed her wet pussy over that stiff cock. He would soon be in it. She planted that seed with every voracious shove, every muffled sob.
"Oh, Christ."
Her touch seared him. He trembled as she caressed his swollen cock. He needed her as desperately as she needed him. No matter how often they did it, she spurred his appetite.
His cock stood upright, anxious for her to have a seat. She contemplated sinking onto him slowly and letting him savor it.
"You're more man than I ever dreamed," Debbie purred, licking his nipples. He shuddered as she passed over them. She felt the tension building in him. "I've never known such pleasure."
He stared at her large, heavy breasts. She lowered one to his mouth. His lips rippled over the pink border before sucking it. She writhed on his lap, enjoying that sweet pull. His teeth tenderly scraped her nipple while his tongue lavished it with spittle. That bubbly rinse caused her to moan.
"Yes, baby," she whispered, gyrating her hips. "That feels wonderful."
She encompassed his head with trembling hands. Sweat poured from his brow. She caught his satiated expression while he sucked on her. His gray pupils bore that absent look, as though he were in another world. After sufficiently moistening one fleshy stub, he sought the other. Debbie helped secure it to his mouth. Again, satisfaction hummed through her body. She jerked his cock, savoring its rigidity.
He groaned. His tongue circled, then slashed her nub. His lips rotated at each end, leaving bubbly formations when complete.
She was soaking wet, anxious to hump that hard dick. She ached for every masterful thrust. For the moment, she relished seeing her tit go into his mouth. He engaged each with such fervor, Debbie sobbed. She could feel the want in each pinch. When one nipple left his mouth, it dripped. He consumed the other with comparable intensity.
The graze of her fingertips excited him. He trembled as Debbie roamed his body. He stayed on her nubs, throttling them with his tongue.
Debbie stroked his cock, priming it for her hot, clinging squish. As she pulled on him, a pearl of jism oozed from the tip. His knob was nearly purple with excitement. His shaft throbbed in her clasp.
She lifted herself over that domed head. His heat rose from that point. After a moment's adjustment, Debbie positioned him for entry. They were in perfect alignment. He eased into her moist slot.
Roger's eyes closed as her cunt lips snared him. He visibly enjoyed her liquid heat and subsequent clench. Slowly, she sank onto him. A soft whimper crept up her throat. The excitement of putting him into her cunt never dulled. She had the best part of him.
"Yeah," she said, swiveling her way to the bottom.
He gritted his teeth while she worked him in. Her pussy gladly absorbed him. Her snatch enclosed that burrowing shaft, sealing him tight.
"Jesus," Roger gasped, pausing to breathe. "You're crushing me."
Debbie had adjusted to him. Her pussy afforded him a loving squeeze, from tip to stem. When her ass settled on his balls, she sighed.
Roger groaned. She could feel him pulsing with life, straight up her middle. His gray eyes glazed over. His hands closed around her waist.
She watched his chest expand and contract while humping him. He dug into her snatch, enjoying its moist tug. He pushed himself into her with everything he had. His stiff cock deeply rubbed her. Temporarily overwhelmed, Debbie shut her eyes and submitted to the dizzying splendor. She thought she was going to pass out.
"Is this what you wanted?" he muttered, stabbing into her cunt. His thrusts were measured. He controlled the flow of stimulation that coursed through her body.
"Yes. I love it." Debbie felt the skin of his cock catch when moving through her slippery folds. Roger's mouth tensed as he immersed himself in hot cunt. He groaned while sticking his shaft into her tickling pulp. Her warm squish enveloped him.
After experiencing those lush, invigorating sensations, Debbie fondled her nipples. She shifted on his lap as she palmed them. Touching herself while burying Roger between her legs was electrifying. Her digits whispered over those hard points, tweaking their growth.
Hunger overtook her. Slamming herself to him, his balls struck her ass. Debbie rode him faster, aching from the tight movement of his cock. "Fuck me," Debbie implored. "Fuck me. Yeah. Fuck me."
Roger obeyed her wish. He charged into her with everything he possessed, lured by the fire in her voice. Her saturated cunt ferociously consumed him. That dick pried her open, thrusting wildly to the bottom of her snatch. Debbie hugged herself to his cunt-starving body, permitting him to spear her sopping tissue. He lunged into her soaked crevice, then pulled out all but his bloated crown. In the next instant, he pierced her. Debbie moaned, taking him whole. He fucked through the knot she created. She crushed him, willing her inner muscles to smother that pulsating mass.
"Oh, God," he croaked from her sizzling exertions.
Debbie shoved her pussy at him. She cried out from the hot friction. Her squeals forwarded his excitement. He rammed into her, his balls slapping her butt.
A profusion of sweat welled from his brow. Roger's face was flush, the corners of his mouth twitching. When he jammed his cock in her heated core, Debbie felt the quiver of his loins. He was about to shoot.
"I want you to cum," Debbie ordered. "Cum in me. I want you to explode."
She provoked him. Her tits bounced, sweat flicking from her erect nipples. She was out of control, seeking release. He went on pumping her with that hard dick, watchful of her orgasm. Roger sent his rigid mass to the bottom of her cunt. He moved his hips, trying to get her off fast. Slamming his heels into the mattress, he forced her to gallop on his lap. His dick was making it happen.
His pleasure became final with one powerful thrust. Debbie watched him shudder before he took her with him. She spasmed around his cock. He shuddered. She could feel the jism accumulate in her pussy.
"Ughhh," he howled, hammering against her straddled form. His hands held her while he slammed into her with abandoned force.
Her orgasm practically scrambled her mind. She convulsed heavily during his spasms. Roger smacked into her snatch, nailing her with his thing. Its size didn't matter-he operated that cock with speed and efficiency. Debbie clasped him with her pussy, milking his cock.
"Oh, yeah," Debbie hoarsely commanded. "Cream in me, baby."
Those strong hands held her, as though preventing her from flying off until he fed her everything. Debbie savored his masculine authority. She thrashed on him, gladly receiving his creamy expulsion.
After he finished, she took him in his arms. Her mouth went over his, her tongue probing him. They stayed connected.
"Wasn't that nice?" she softly asked.
He smiled.
"You make me cum so hard. I thought it was my imagination, but every time we do it, it gets better. Don't you agree?"
"I do."
"Maybe we ought to do something about it."
He closed his eyes, caught between the temptation to sleep and starting another session. Debbie's pussy periodically tweaked him. She effortlessly made him stiff. "What should we do about it?"
"I think we should get married."
Roger's eyes opened. "What?"
"It only makes sense. I'd make a better wife. You wouldn't have to deal with my career aspirations or occasional insubordination. I'd do whatever was required to make you happy."
"What about Eva?" he whispered.
She shook her head. "I forgot to tell you, darling. She called while you were in the shower. She made up her mind. She's never coming back."
"Never?"
"She's found someone else. I'm sorry to break it to you like this. I wanted to spare you from the pain. My sister can be a heartless bitch."
Roger sighed. "There's no arguing that."
Debbie brushed his lips. "We've had our differences in the past. These last two days have opened my eyes. You're the only man that could satisfy me at every level. Happiness like that has been uncommon for me."
"Great sex can't be the only foundation of a relationship."
"That's true. Your personality, however, is the kind I'm attracted to. I need someone who will look after me.--likewise, I want a man to whom I can thoroughly devote my energies."
He shook his head. "Not now. I can't consider marriage, not until the matter with Eva is resolved."
"Fine. I'll wait, but in the end, your decision will be quite plain. But know in advance one thing: un-like Eva, I would never leave you."
CHAPTER TEN
Eva roamed the terminal for Ginger. The voluptuous redhead had made her call and disappeared. She assumed she might have gone for a bite to eat, or possibly bought herself a drink. Their extraordinary evening definitely warranted one.
She found no sign of her in the few bars open at that hour. It was also feasible that Ginger ran with the money. Eva had no problem with that, either. She wanted no part of that briefcase and its contents. Not a cent of it was hers. Eva's sole regret was leaving her purse and identification at Ginger's house.
Eva merely wanted to go home. Her thirst for adventure had been satisfied. If Roger had washed her hands of her, she wouldn't try to change his mind. She had hurt him and deserved his estrangement. New York, however was where she belonged.
There were no more flights to New York for the night. The woman at the ticket counter kindly processed her a seat on a plane leaving at six in the morning. She decided to find a comfortable seat at the gate and doze until departure time.
As she walked through the airport, heading for the metal-detection equipment, a familiar face swam into view. Eva stopped in her tracks. A tall, dark-haired man stared at her from the other side of the room.
Oh, my God, she thought. It was Dominic.
Eva hastily went to him. Her heart thudded in her bosom. Questions populated her head. She longed to know of Frank's fate. How had he managed to flee that ambush with his life intact?
Dominic turned and headed for the exit. She found it difficult to compete with his manly stride. In a matter of seconds, he was out the door.
Eva followed him. She had to know the outcome of the shoot-out. If she was ever able to put that nightmarish episode behind her, she needed the facts.
Dominic's dark blue sedan was parked in front. The engine was idling. He was already in the driver's seat, beckoning her to enter. Eva huddled to the passenger's window, which was rolled down.
"Please tell me, what happened?"
"Hop in."
She bit her bottom lip. Her reissued ticket was in her pocket. Freedom and safety were within her reach. She didn't want to jeopardize it. "Come on," he sternly ordered. "Let's go."
"Ginger's inside. Should I get her."
"No."
Eva swallowed roughly. "What about Frank?"
"We're going back." He seemed unwilling to furnish her specifics. Eva gripped the door handle. She hovered I between shaking her head and going into the I airport. Ginger's home was essentially a gangster's lair. She dreaded the thought of returning to it.
Dominic, she gathered, was in no mood for lengthy decisions. Having suffered an ambush, he appeared impatient about moving forward with the next crucial step. Since her flight wasn't for several hours, she resolved to accompany him.
At least, he was Frank's trusted partner, known from childhood. Eva was comforted by the thought of Dominic essentially being like a brother to Frank.
"I need to get back here in a few hours," she informed him before entering the passenger side. "I'm on the early flight to New York."
Dominic shrugged as though that wouldn't present a problem.
A million questions swam through her head while he tore down the expressway. Domin looked more relaxed after securing her consent. She wished Ginger could have joined them, but Dominic had been adamant about dismissing her. Eva imagined he was disappointed that his girlfriend had fled. Based on his weariness of her, Eva presumed it was for the best.
Trust, Eva reminded herself. Dominic was an honorable friend. If he needed her somewhere, then there was a logical explanation. Frank must have told him to get her so that they could talk before she left.
They stopped on a dark road in the middle of nowhere. Eva peered out the window, wondering if Frank was in the clump of bushes. She found no sign of life, other than the swaying branches.
"Where's Frank?" she finally blurted. "Please, tell me. Is he all right?"
Dominic cut the ignition and turned to her. "Do you really need to go back?"
Eva was surprised he evaded the issue. She expected some answer. "Yes. My disappearance has caused many problems at home that need addressing."
He calmly placed his hand on her thigh. "I'd like you to stay a while longer."
She shifted at his touch. Dominic summoned a thousand delicious memories. His yearning gaze and magnificent body enhanced her recollection. She remembered how badly he wanted to fuck her. That opportunity, however, had been deprived him. "I'm afraid that's not possible."
"Perhaps I can change your mind."
The huskiness in his voice threw her off guard. She didn't want to fall into that trap. Exhaustion and relief flooded her. She had little will power. The night had been a roller coaster of thrills that culminated to this moment. Being alone with him after the danger was over brought temptation.
"Dominic, please," she said, "tell me what happened to Frank."
"He's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean?"
He put his response on hold. "Christ, you're beautiful, baby. First-class, all the way."
Eva was flattered, but confused. "Is Frank dead?" she croaked.
Dominic's expression did not alter. Eva felt a ray of hope that Frank had survived the shooting. Dominic simply wanted his chance with her. Frank had denied it. He labeled her "his" property. Eva eschewed that designation. She belonged to nobody but herself.
"Please," he whispered, moving toward her. "Don't be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you, Dominic, but I want to know about Frank." while he tore down the expressway. Dominic looked more relaxed after securing her consent. She wished Ginger could have joined them, but Dominic had been adamant about dismissing her. Eva imagined he was disappointed that his girlfriend had fled. Based on his weariness of her, Eva presumed it was for the best.
Trust, Eva reminded herself. Dominic was an honorable friend. If he needed her somewhere, then there was a logical explanation. Frank must have told him to get her so that they could talk before she left.
They stopped on a dark road in the middle of nowhere. Eva peered out the window, wondering if Frank was in the clump of bushes. She found no sign of life, other than the swaying branches.
"Where's Frank?" she finally blurted. "Please, tell me. Is he all right?"
Dominic cut the ignition and turned to her. "Do you really need to go back?"
Eva was surprised he evaded the issue. She expected some answer. "Yes. My disappearance has caused many problems at home that need addressing."
He calmly placed his hand on her thigh. "I'd like you to stay a while longer."
She shifted at his touch. Dominic summoned a thousand delicious memories. His yearning gaze and magnificent body enhanced her recollection. She remembered how badly he wanted to fuck her. That opportunity, however, had been deprived him. "I'm afraid that's not possible."
"Perhaps I can change your mind."
The huskiness in his voice threw her off guard. She didn't want to fall into that trap. Exhaustion and relief flooded her. She had little will power. The night had been a roller coaster of thrills that culminated to this moment. Being alone with him after the danger was over brought temptation.
"Dominic, please," she said, "tell me what happened to Frank."
"He's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean?"
He put his response on hold. "Christ, you're beautiful, baby. First-class, all the way."
Eva was flattered, but confused. "Is Frank dead?" she croaked.
Dominic's expression did not alter. Eva felt a ray of hope that Frank had survived the shooting. Dominic simply wanted his chance with her. Frank had denied it. He labeled her "his" property. Eva eschewed that designation. She belonged to nobody but herself.
"Please," he whispered, moving toward her. "Don't be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you, Dominic, but I want to know about Frank."
His muscular arms surrounded her. He sought her quivering lips. Within seconds, Eva had his tongue in her mouth. Wooziness quickly developed. Dominic was an expert kisser, probing her oral warmth. His wriggling movement scrambled her thoughts and rationale.
Oh, God, she thought, responding to him. It was sheer insanity, and yet she did not want it to stop.
His hands were everywhere. He explored the territory between her legs. He slipped behind her underwear, then entered her pussy. Eva sobbed down his throat as he fingered her. His thick, long digits evoked a clear picture of his big cock.
Eva slid back in the seat, unable to think clearly. Dominic steadily bombarded her with a wealth of stimulation.
Her underwear gradually left her body. Ripping sounds came from below. She did not try to stop him. Hot breath filtered over her susceptible flesh. He stuck his nose into her trembling patch, then darted at the moist lips. Juice seeped from her exposed opening. The scent of her desire wafted. Dominic could scarcely contain himself. He licked her succulent snatch, tracing the pink sides with his tongue. Droplets of honey were collected, then dispatched.
Dominic plunged his tongue into her pink folds. Eva bit her bottom lip. His slurp afforded her a potent charge. He wriggled inside that moist crevice, invoking her lust. Eva became dizzy at its stabbing fury.
"I've got to prepare you for that cock of mine, baby. It's a lot to take." Dominic hummed into her saturated cunt. "Mmmmm." He slowly extracted his sinuous tip, then attended the slick flaps. Her blonde wisps curled around his fingers as he delved into her sugary center. Eva oozed into his mouth. He gleaned her nectar from her glistening lips, then searched for more. Her hot trickle was superb. He gulped every drop that seeped from her cunt.
"Ohhhh," Eva moaned, undulating on the seat. She gyrated her hips, offering her cunt to that eager mouth. His tongue flickered over her sluiced flesh before it submerged. He dabbed at its nectar-rich layers.
Dominic sliced into her sappy innards in search of honey. He lapped her cunt lips, leaving a trail of saliva that curled her toes. He lavished her with oral love. Eva couldn't get enough of his festive tip, streaming over her pussy.
That tongue ceased her questions. It wanted her to forget Frank and everybody else. It robbed Eva of all strength and resistance.
Eva moaned. Dominic's slurp took her breath. He continued to assault her senses with his expert tip. He manipulated her pink flesh to his satisfaction. "Oh, yeah. That feels so good."
Licking Eva became his obsession. He mouthed her pink succulence and lapped the honeyed excess. He inhaled her womanly fragrance. Eva smelled fresh and clean, yet exuded a rich tang. Pressing down with his lips, he succeeded in acquiring more of her candied essence. Her saturated cunt flesh yielded a surplus of that sugary treat. Liquid excitement dripped from persistent tongue activity.
Ecstatically, she pelted his face. It grew warm in the car. Perspiration dripped from her body as she arched herself to him. Her nipples bulged through her dress. She gritted her teeth as he stabbed into her pussy, siphoning her juices. His dark pupils glazed over as he took huge gulps.
"Yes," she found herself saying. "Oh, yes."
He surrounded her clit, carefully planning his assault. Dominic's style built to a crescendo. He swirled and lashed extravagantly before nearing that swollen bud. Eva trembled as he made his approach. A sudden lick summoned a surge of adrenaline. Another arrived, lasting longer. It was the third that registered with vibrating force. He tongued her love button so intensely, her spine curved.
"Oh, God," Eva yelped, clawing his shoulders. "Don't stop."
Her slim thighs rocked around his head. He gulped her juices noisily, his thirst unquenchable. He slithered into that juicy pocket and cleaned her. After soaking his tip, he swallowed, then returned to her clit. A flurry of licks resulted.
Eva watched him devour her. His dark brown eyes seemed glossy. He was quite involved in sucking her juices. He gained satisfaction from her endless supply. Eva could tell of his happiness by the fierce attachment of his lips. He truly enjoyed giving her head.
She couldn't take much more of his vibrant tongue. She aimed her clit at that pleasure-giving tip knowing that her spasms were close. Dominic remained on that hard pebble until her breath came up short and her features contorted. By reflex, she bore down and smashed herself to his cheeks and chin. He speared her pussy, sinking into her until his lips were plastered to her pink flesh. She trembled, swallowing roughly, and began her climb. There was no holding back. He wiggled madly inside her cunt while his lips brushed her aggravated clit. He yanked himself from that slippery clasp and concentrated wholly on slurping her love button. Ecstasy coursed through her body. Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn't breathe.
"Mmmmm," Dominic growled, driven by her stirring hoarseness.
The furious stroke of his tongue finally reached a shuddering conclusion. She thrashed wildly the second he made her climax. Eva screamed with joy. Dominic sucked her into a lather. His mouth remained attached to her cunt throughout the stunning barrage.
She buckled against his face, losing control. He continued to play with her clit, accentuating her joy. It pulsed while Eva contracted.
After a moment, his mouth retreated. Eva quivered, shuddering with orgasm. Her nipples ached from that delirious outburst. She nursed them with her fingertips, swirling over the pronounced nubs.
His dick was stiff as bone. He pinned back the silken flaps of her pussy and stationed his heavy knob at its puckering entrance. Eva emitted piercing heat. Slowly, he pressed himself into her.
"Oh, God," she wept. He stuffed her with that big, stiff cock.
"Can't wait, baby," he muttered from above. "I've got to have you."
He cupped her ass and dragged her forward. The bloated crown sank into her quivering hole. There was no escaping it. He connected her to him. She whimpered as he filled her soaked middle. Her cheeks flared with color as he put the whole thing in her. She clenched her teeth as that long dick jammed her snatch.
"I love the way your pussy squeezes me," he mentioned. "Oh, yeah. You're so fucking tight."
"Ohhhh."
Her sobs propelled him into action. He took possession of that slim waist, then buried himself to the hilt. "Let me give it to you. I want you to feel every inch of it, baby. It's going to drive you wild."
She eagerly accepted his thrusts. His balls slapped her inner thighs as he plowed into her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she submitted to his deep strokes.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me."
"Christ, does that feel good," he muttered under his breath. "Very tight. Yeah. You're crushing me with those pussy lips."
Eva whimpered as he sliced into her. Dominic rocked on top of her with total animal fury. She cried out as he drilled into her. He pounded himself into her squirming figure, lodging his cock.
The springs in the car seat squealed as he fucked her. Dominic held nothing back. His thrusts were fueled with urgency. He had waited much too long to consummate his lust. Eva could feel how badly he had wanted her.
"Oh, yeah," Dominic gasped as Eva hugged herself to him. "Let me into that nice, wet pussy." He smashed himself into that warm, sucking hole that made him tingle all over. Back and forth he went, dragging his cock through her hot squish. Dominic looked down and watched his dick slide from that juicy opening, dripping with her sweetness. The skin of his cock collected, then stretched as he switched direction. Each stroke propelled them closer to orgasm. He ignored that nagging weakness that festered and went on fucking her. He submerged himself until his balls kissed the sappy lining of her cunt lips.
Eva's eyes misted over as he pumped her. Involuntarily, she put a finger to her clit and began jiggling. The fast, gratifying motion she achieved gave her an added boost. Instantly, she tightened around him. He cut through the coils of muscle that became attached to his hard shaft. Exquisite friction resulted.
"More," she blurted. "More. Ohhhh. Keep giving it to me."
Faster and faster, she wiggled her button. Her digit supplied the missing ingredient. She jerked back, captured most of Dominic, then gripped him before he receded from her slippery clutches.
"Take me," Dominic groaned, humping Eva. "Take me deep inside you. Oh, yeah. You're milking me with that snug pussy. I can feel your muscles closing around my cock."
"Ohhhh," Eva sobbed, raking her nails over his flexing buttocks. She shoved herself at that rigid thing. "Faster. Get me off, baby. Get me off."
Dominic, securely holding Eva's butt, pushed and pulled himself through that dank slit. Rivulets of sweat poured down his body as he pumped her.
"Are you ready, baby?" he hoarsely whispered.
She nodded.
Within seconds, both of them came. They could not sustain the sawing action they performed. Dominic fucked Eva harder and harder, unable to check the impulse. Her sweet exertions on his cock put him over the edge.
"I'm going to cream in your pussy," he warned, whacking into that moist part of her. "I can't hold back."
"I'm cumming, Dominic," she wept, rapidly fingering her clit. "I'm cumming."
He squirted into her cunt. Jism roared from his balls in a wad.
Eva trembled as he pumped his thick seed into her snatch. Her contractions, however, overrode the sensation. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, Dominic. Fill me with that hot jizz."
Dominic's arms closed around her. His chin went over her shoulder. Eva purred in contentment, caressing his powerful arms.
After a moment, they got up. A smile curved Eva's lips. Dominic completely satisfied her. He gave her something sweet to take back with her to New York.
Eva's hand dropped behind the seat and brushed against something hard. She glanced to see what she had hit, then gasp.
A very familiar briefcase rested on the floor of the backseat. Having spent considerable time with it, she recognized it immediately.
"Why do you have this? Did you get it from Ginger?" Eva asked, unable to suppress her curiosity. "Does she know you have it? What happened to her?"
Dominic grinned and started the engine. His wicked laughter was deafened when he put the pedal to the floor and they tore down the vacant road.
Eva sensed she was in trouble.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eva stared at Dominic while they drove. "You had him killed, didn't you? It was a setup."
Dominic shrugged. "We were small-time operators. The money in that briefcase was supposed to buy us some merchandise. The big guys were getting burned by Frankie. They didn't like the deals he cut them. They came to me, said they wanted him out of the picture. I made a phone call right after Frankie told me he was coming here. I knew they were sending a few boys up to get rid of Frankie. They didn't meet him at the airport because there would have been too many witnesses. Having their guy pull a no-show was better, then have him come here, where it was nice and private."
Eva trembled. "Did you murder Ginger, too?"
He shook his head. "Nah. When I showed up at the airport, she freaked out. Gave me the briefcase and scrammed. She didn't know about the little arrangement I made. Are you kidding me? I never tell her shit. I figure I'll live longer that way."
Eva swallowed roughly. "Where are we going?"
"Back to Ginger's place to pack a few things, then we're going on a little trip. Just me and you, baby. I've got to hand it to Frankie: he sure knows how to pick 'em. You're first-rate, baby. We're gonna have some fun together."
"What if I don't want to go with you?" she defiantly asked.
Dominic squeezed her thigh. "Didn't we just make the earth move back here? There's gonna be a whole lot more of that. Count on it. Forget your fucking husband, and Frankie, too. I've got what it takes to ring your chimes."
Eva suppressed the impulse to open the door and leap from the car. She wanted to be as far away from that money and Dominic as possible. As she slipped back into her dress, she noticed a lone figure standing beneath a street light a hundred feet away. As they got closer, her heart raced.
It was Frankie.
"What the fuck," Dominic growled. "We wasted him. How can this be?"
"Apparently, you missed," Eva happily informed him.
"I won't this time," Dominic said, coming to a stop and reaching under his seat. A gun gleamed in his hand. "Keep your beautiful mouth shut and let me take care of business."
Eva struggled to remain calm. Nearly hysterical, she clutched the door handle. Her eyes were wide with terror. Surely, Frank would see that.
Dominic stuffed the gun under this belt and buttoned his jacket. Wiping the sneer from his face, he strode out of the car and offered Frank a gentleman's shake. "What do you say, Frankie? I swore they got you. You must have ducked."
Frank did not reflect happiness at seeing his old friend. "I ran into the woods, just like you-except that I noticed that they kept firing in my direction."
"They were shooting at me, too."
"The fuck they were." Frank whipped out a gun and leveled it at him. "You double-crossed me, pal."
Dominic removed his weapon from hiding as well. "You've got that right. I've also got your girlfriend in the car, and I want you to know I just fucked her brains out."
Frank scowled.
Dominic turned to Eva. "Didn't you enjoy it, baby? Wasn't I a good lay?" Eva hid her face in her hands. It was the window of opportunity Frank needed. He hurled himself at Dominic, tackling him to the ground. The two men fought without firearms. They threw punches. Frank swung his fists, landing one blow after another. Dominic slumped to the ground, groaning.
"You duped me, pal," Frank said, kicking him after retrieving his gun. "More than thirty years we were friends. I never knew you sold out."
Dominic mumbled.
"Get the fuck out of here," Frank snapped. "I can't stand the sight of you."
Dominic eventually got up and ran into the forest. The sound of footsteps crunching on the leaves and twigs receded. After a moment, it was quiet.
Frank calmly strode to the car. "Are you okay?"
Eva nodded. "I thought you were finished."
Frank broke into a smile. "Nah. Dominic and his buddies are each a lousy shot. It was never a problem." He leaned against the car and sighed. "I suppose there's no hiding the fact that I'm basically a hood."
Frank's smile was contagious. Despite the trauma she'd just endured, she couldn't help smirking. "I suppose it's been difficult to hide."
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in sticking around. You must be getting homesick."
"I have a plane ticket in my pocket for the morning flight."
Frank grinned. "Want some company?"
Roger strolled into the bathroom the next morning and found Debbie applying fresh make-up. His seductive sister-in-law was solely in a transparent bra and panties. After having had her constantly the past two days, he had became a sex maniac. He couldn't resist her.
Debbie grinned at him from her reflection. "Hi. Would you like me to fix you breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry.. .for food."
"Oh?" She coated her lips with a bright red shade. The color gave her a wanton look. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. Roger's cock inside his briefs had formed a tent. "I believe I have an appetite, too."
He pressed that swollen shape into her crack, then slipped a hand into her panties. His casual reach titillated her. For the past two days, it had taken much to discard his inhibitions. Debbie was delighted that he finally felt comfortable enough to shelve them. He clamped her mound. A ticklish surge went to her toes.
He dipped into her panties. Debbie trembled as he divided her pussy lips. He encountered droplets clinging to those heavy borders while keeping an eye on her reflection. "Does it itch?"
Her nipples hardened beneath her sheer cups.
Those nubs made mouth-watering indentations behind their silk coverage. "Very much so."
After spending considerable time savoring her slippery flesh, Roger fingered her moist lips. Her cunt opened for him. He sank a digit into her juicy center.
"Oh, God," Debbie gasped, gritting her teeth and clutching him. That thrill shook her. She almost sank her nails into his forearm.
He thumbed her clit while shifting through her layers of oily pulp. Curling just beneath her swollen button, he flicked it. Shivers ran up and down her spine.
"Roger," Debbie whined, trembling. She loved the change in him. He was no longer hesitant to express his desire. "Ohhhh."
Once reclaiming her wits, Debbie wanted to return the favor. She enclosed the solid bulge in Roger's briefs. He groaned appreciatively as she fondled him. He did not bother detaching his finger from her. Debbie moaned from its enduring jiggle. His unbroken nudge inspired her.
Debbie went down on her knees and put her face between his legs. She stared at that manly formation. His erection provoked her lust. She loved watching a cock stiffen, particularly if she was responsible for its condition. Nothing rivaled pure, animal desire. She smoothed her palm over his lump, savoring its palpitations.
Roger responded strongly to her feline touch.
She yanked down his briefs and gazed heatedly at his swollen cock. Roger was a mouthful. Gathering him in her fist, she effected a titillating stroke. His dick gave a hearty throb. Unable to contain the impulse, she lapped the velvety head. Roger's manly flavor aggravated her taste buds. Debbie licked him more thoroughly, circling the fleshy rim and dabbing at his cum slit. His tremors were more pronounced as she lavished him with spit.
"Yeah," he puffed while Debbie puckered him. "Wet it down. Use that sweet tongue."
Her slurps spanned the measure of his cock, from the bulbous head to the pulsing base. She slipped her lips around his bloated crown and vibrated her tongue. Debbie drew deeply on that part of him, squeezing and sucking. Some of his pre-cum entered her mouth. Her cunt oozed with desire as she swallowed his cock. Debbie took that warm, beating mass down her throat. His gasp sounded overhead as she lingered at the stem of his dick. She rubbed his balls with her lips, then slowly ascended.
Eager to get her tits around that thing, Debbie removed her bra. Roger glanced down to see her bared nipples. His Adam's apple stirred at the sight of her delectable pink nuggets.
"Wrap them around me," he hoarsely instructed. His hands trembled at his sides. His features reddened as Debbie lusciously engaged him. "Yes."
She fit that hard dick inside her plump globes, making sure his knob protruded. He thumped heavily in her cleavage. She massaged him with her tits until he evoked a guttural sigh. Her cushiony flesh tugged at his taut skin.
She smothered his stiff cock in her tits. Debbie pulled them together until they touched. She intended the constriction to rile him. Roger elevated himself on his toes, fucking through the tunnel she created. It felt good, having his rigid thing moving through that space.
"Yeah, Roger," Debbie moaned, writhing before him. "Yeah. Fuck my tits."
His cockhead darkened from the delicious conflict. Debbie gave it some mouth. Her lips moistly encompassed him in a wake of warmth and bubbles. She sucked hard on him, willing his cum to surge. Meanwhile, she kneaded his dick with her tits.
He pushed down, forcing her to gobble him. He wanted to sustain the flow of moisture while her boobs clung to his dick. Her flesh cleaved to him. Debbie provided him something soft and luxurious.
Debbie thumbed her nipples while caressing him. Her excess saliva trickled into her crack, simplifying his movement.
Roger's hips moved faster. "Christ. I'm going to cum."
Debbie jammed him in her mouth, intensely sucking. His dick shook, then spewed into her mouth. She stroked him with her lips while he discharged. He twitched and jerked, spurting furiously. Debbie stimulated the furious flow with her pumping lips.
She slowly rose to her feet and sought his mouth. Their lips came together for a passionate kiss. Roger didn't taste a single drop of his expulsion; Debbie had gulped every bit. His hands slid over her ass. She sobbed from the urgency of his grope.
"Was it good, baby?" she whispered. "Did I make you happy?"
Roger clasped the side of her face and steered her to his trembling mouth. He stroked her cheek with his thumb while slowly devouring her lips. She quivered, barely curbing an urge to reach between his legs. She clasped his thigh, encountering tremors.
Wouldn't he rather have her than Eva? Debbie had phoned the hotel and learned her sister hadn't shown up. She could scarcely contain her euphoria. Perhaps her comments discouraged her from returning. The longer Eva stayed away, the more time Debbie had to work on Roger. By the time her sister arrived, Debbie expected Roger to be through with her.
At last, she thought. She had her man.
Roger pulled her tightly to his body, scooping her butt. Debbie moaned as those powerful fingers squeezed her. She kissed him hotly, encouraging his manipulation.
He sat her on the vanity. The tingles he fed her were nonstop. He got her so hot from his tickling grope that she ground her pussy to him. Debbie badly needed some friction. Debbie shook roughly, rubbing him with her mound.
Roger zeroed in on her snatch. The moment his thumb met her delicate flesh, she came. He so completely stimulated her, reaching that shattering level seemed logical. Orgasm roared through her like a high-pitched wind.
Debbie distributed hot, energizing kisses along his neck while groping him. He motivated her with his thrilling rotations of her butt. He took large handfuls of her ass, venturing into the crack. Debbie trembled as he strained at the moist lips of her pussy.
He leaned toward her, spread her legs and dragged her tightly to his horny body. Wedged between him and the sink, she steered that heavy cockhead to her snatch. His dick throbbed in her fist. She gasped while fitting him into her sopping entrance. Debbie was juicy, ready to fuck. Once she lodged him in her pussy, she pushed forward.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, his eyes rolling up in their sockets. "Connect yourself to me."
Debbie jammed herself toward that rigid thing, caught up in its delicious splendor. Roger filled her cunt. She rocked herself over his muscled thighs until she submerged him. He reached deep in her pussy. His balls strained against the soaked rim of her cunt.
Roger's hands streamed up and down her sweet body. His intense expression revealed his satisfaction. He was at the pinnacle of arousal. His mouth dropped open and his breath came out slowly. "I can't get enough of you."
His admission was music to Debbie's ears. She moaned beneath his slamming thrusts. Her butt bounced off the vanity. Getting fucked against it was tremendously exciting. He gyrated his hips and sent her crashing into it. Debbie moaned as his dick reached deep into her cunt. That hard thing probed her spongy warmth.
"Yeah," he groaned in her ear. His mouth returned to her neck for additional sucking. "Oh, yeah."
Debbie swung herself with shivering precision. She stroked his pulsing member, smothering it in hot pussy. He shook so savagely, she suspected he was near eruption. Roger managed his staying powers well, slicing high into her soaked cunt. She coasted up and down his heavy dick, deriving joy. Her undulations provoked him. He captured her bouncing ass, then stabbed into her squish. Her pupils curved into the whites of her eyes.
"More," she panted. "More."
He groped her flesh, exploring the most sensitive areas and sending spasms of lust through her body. Debbie sustained a mind-rending charge straight to her toes. She eased herself to his base and twisted her snatch to his balls. She reversed direction, sliding up his shaft until he almost popped out, then took every bit of him back. He sank smoothly into her slippery folds. She impaled herself repeatedly, flush and delirious. Her pussy hungrily devoured him.
"Fuck me," Debbie whispered amid the wet sounds of cunt attaching to cock. "Fuck me. Make me cum."
He slid in and out of her, jamming her with his stiff member. Beads of sweat cropped at his brow. He stared blankly into her eyes, surrendering to the lush sensations she produced. To enhance his pleasure, Debbie willed her inner muscles to crush him. He moved with agony through that narrowed passage.
Containing that sweet cock took its toll on her. Debbie creamed again. She slammed at him, urging him to shoot. Roger accepted her invitation. More jism poured into her cunt.
"God, you're the best," she whispered, stroking his butt.
"Well," Eva said, standing at the door. "It's nice to see that you two have finally buried the hatchet."
Debbie's eyes grew huge. "Eva?"
Roger's face lost color. "Eva?"
"That's right. I'm back," she chimed with a giggle. "I must admit, you make a cute couple."
Debbie grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. It was much too small to shield her stupendous curves. She noticed that her sister had a friend with her: a tall, dark and handsome stranger.
"How rude of me," Eva said. "Permit me to introduce Frank Sirocco."
Frank nodded to her sister. "It's a pleasure."
Debbie's cheeks turned scarlet. "Uh, Eva, can we talk?"
"Maybe later. Right now, I need to get some clothes together. like you, I haven't got a thing to wear."
Roger recovered from his shock. "I thought you were never coming back."
"What made you think that?" Eva asked.
"Debbie mentioned that you called and told her that."
Eva's brow arched. "What other lies have you been spreading, sister dear?"
Debbie bit her bottom lip. "Eva, I.. . . "
Eva knew she had her on the hook. Pursuing it simply didn't matter. "Why don't we have dinner later, the four of us, and discuss it like civilized people?"
They unanimously accepted her suggestion.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"What kind of merchandise were you and Dominic dealing with?" Eva asked Frank after they settled into an air-conditioned hotel room.
"Believe it or not, computer equipment. We'd taken over leases from various companies. The stuff was always hot."
"I expect you're retiring from that line of business."
"I'll say. I'd rather keep my hide intact."
"I'd prefer it stay that way, too." She purred as those large hands enclosed her.
"Are you pissed about your sister?"
Eva shook her head. "I put it together before we got there. Debbie told me she was staying with Roger. Those two have never been fond of one another. When she dissuaded me from coming home-offering to make hotel arrangements, I knew something was wrong with that picture. She forgot all the confidences we shared. I know her style."
"Then you don't mind?"
"I've been aboveboard about my feelings for Roger. He and I have drifted apart. Debbie will make him much happier. Besides, I wouldn't have chosen to stay with you if there had been the slightest reluctance on my part."
"I'm glad to hear that." He nuzzled her. "Think you could fall for a thug like me?"
"Is that what you consider yourself?"
He shrugged. "I'm no prince charming."
"I think you are." She nibbled on his ear. The flinch in his expression confirmed that she sent a delicious chill to his toes. "All through our plane ride, I kept thinking: am I blowing it? Should I go back to Roger and forget the past few days never happened?"
"And.. . . "
She smiled. "I don't think I could get you out of my mind that easily."
His breath grazed her cheek. He steered his lips to her mouth. Eva, welcoming his kiss, found herself wildly responding to it. Frank pushed his tongue inside her cheeks and explored.
While Eva's senses were careening, Frank took her hand and pressed it to his crotch. "Frankie's glad-really glad," he whispered. His towering erection bulged from his pants. Eva shivered while tracing its imposing outline. "Feel how happy he is."
Eva groped him. Frankie was not only happy, he was exuberant.
His face darkened. "Take it out."
Certain that Frank craved a tantalizing buildup, Eva slowly unfastened his belt. His sexual heat soared from that extensive lump. She undid the metal clasp of his pants with equal tediousness. Deliberately fussing over the manly swell, she interminably accomplished the descent of his zipper.
His breath quickened as Eva neared the completion of his request. His stomach muscles quivered as she massaged the shape of his cock through his briefs. The hair that formed a tapering line across his abdomen and below his waistband shook. She drew it back. His bloated crown emerged, trailed by a heavy column of flesh.
"Suck," he muttered in a low, sexy voice. "Suck Frankie."
Eva opened her mouth and covered his pulsing knob. His entire body shuddered through her tight clasp. She pulled on his taut skin, coating him with bubbly spit. Her tongue roamed his vein-gnarled contours. She took him in deepening increments, observant of his delight.
"That's it, baby. Take all of Frankie."
Frank slipped a hand under her dress. He explored the curve of her hips and ass while she sucked him. His indulgent pinches caused her to moan. "Oh, yeah. Frankie really--likes that."
"I've been aboveboard about my feelings for Roger. He and I have drifted apart. Debbie will make him much happier. Besides, I wouldn't have chosen to stay with you if there had been the slightest reluctance on my part."
"I'm glad to hear that." He nuzzled her. "Think you could fall for a thug like me?"
"Is that what you consider yourself?"
He shrugged. "I'm no prince charming."
"I think you are." She nibbled on his ear. The flinch in his expression confirmed that she sent a delicious chill to his toes. "All through our plane ride, I kept thinking: am I blowing it? Should I go back to Roger and forget the past few days never happened?"
"And.. . . "
She smiled. "I don't think I could get you out of my mind that easily."
His breath grazed her cheek. He steered his lips to her mouth. Eva, welcoming his kiss, found herself wildly responding to it. Frank pushed his tongue inside her cheeks and explored.
While Eva's senses were careening, Frank took her hand and pressed it to his crotch. "Frankie's glad-really glad," he whispered. His towering erection bulged from his pants. Eva shivered while tracing its imposing outline. "Feel how happy he is."
Eva groped him. Frankie was not only happy, he was exuberant.
His face darkened. "Take it out."
Certain that Frank craved a tantalizing buildup, Eva slowly unfastened his belt. His sexual heat soared from that extensive lump. She undid the metal clasp of his pants with equal tediousness. Deliberately fussing over the manly swell, she interminably accomplished the descent of his zipper.
His breath quickened as Eva neared the completion of his request. His stomach muscles quivered as she massaged the shape of his cock through his briefs. The hair that formed a tapering line across his abdomen and below his waistband shook. She drew it back. His bloated crown emerged, trailed by a heavy column of flesh.
"Suck," he muttered in a low, sexy voice. "Suck Frankie."
Eva opened her mouth and covered his pulsing knob. His entire body shuddered through her tight clasp. She pulled on his taut skin, coating him with bubbly spit. Her tongue roamed his vein-gnarled contours. She took him in deepening increments, observant of his delight.
"That's it, baby. Take all of Frankie."
Frank slipped a hand under her dress. He explored the curve of her hips and ass while she sucked him. His indulgent pinches caused her to moan. "Oh, yeah. Frankie really--likes that."
His thumb traced the lips of her cunt. "You're getting juicy, aren't you?" He inserted a digit. "I'm going to finger you."
Eva whimpered as he penetrated her hot squish. Frank reached far into her pussy. He wriggled about, stirring her into a frenzy. She greedily devoured him. Her lips soared to the crest of his engorgement, which she lavishly circled with her tongue. He throbbed powerfully in her mouth. Eva sank over that thick shaft, covering him with saliva. He was huge, stretching in her throat. Her lips were pressed to his balls. She assaulted the heavy vein that ran the length of his cock, subjecting him to tickling hysteria.
Frank could barely stand, absorbing that delightful disturbance. "Yeah. More. Make Frankie grow in your mouth. Stroke him with your lips. Ahhhh. Suck Frankie. Suck Frankie hard."
"Mmmmm." His finger prompted her. He pumped her loins with that determined digit. Her cuntal membranes adapted to it, puckering him. He explored her pussy pulp, summoning the location of her hot buttons.
Her nipples cried for lips. Eva ached for him to tweak them. They protruded beneath the blouse, longing for their freedom.
Eva finally removed her mouth from his cock. Frank's head was slumping back. He looked dazed from her suck. Instantly, she dove for his balls. She lashed them until they were soaked.
Her whips intensified his satisfaction. His face was lined with tension. "Oh, yeah. Make them wet. Rub your lips all over them."
Eva feverishly complied. Frank was shaking before she was through. His cock twitched while she licked his balls. The head turned a purplish hue. He looked ready to explode.
"Oh, yeah," Frank groaned, enjoying the stroke of her lips. "Suck it. Swallow me." He lifted himself from the chair, sliding his shaft into her steamy receptacle. He continued to lower himself into her moist cavern until his balls obstructed its entrance. Groaning, he retreated from her dank vacuum, then plunged right back into it. "Fuck Frankie with your mouth, baby."
Eva sucked his dick with relish. Seeing him go berserk from her hot slobbering gladdened her. She excited him with her tongue while orally submerging him. Her lips followed the curve of his cock, from its wide trunk to its pulsing tip. Luxuriously, she rolled over that map of veins and purplish skin. She took generous mouthfuls of him, humming over that swollen dick. Her saliva dribbled down his length, captured by her serpentine tip.
Her tingling drool heightened his experience.
He slumped back, peering at her attached lips and their stimulating travel. He stood inside her mouth, baking from her heat. Eva sucked him so marvelously, the urge to cum repeatedly tormented him.
Frank appreciated her suckling noises. He liked the sound of her lips engaging his cock. That grunting din increased his gratification. Eva made a great show of fastening her mouth to his dick while flashing some tongue. The spill of drool caused his eyes to shut and his body to shake. Eva felt his mounting excitement through her oral clasp. He trembled in her mouth.
"Mmmmm," Eva sighed, attacking him with a vigorous tongue. She whipped the large vein of his underside without mercy. Madly, she pulled on that taut skin, stirring him into a frenzy. She sucked harder and harder, leaving his brain numb while the rest of him shivered. Her wriggling tip promoted an urgency that swiftly climbed through his entire being.
Frank eventually regained enough presence of mind to detach her lips. He pulled her toward the sofa. "Hurry. Get on my lap."
Eva quickly mounted him. She sank smoothly on his saliva-slick cock. Her pussy gobbled him up. "Ohhhh. Oh, Frank." That intense stuffing sensation pierced her groin. He disappeared into her soft center. He spread her apart with that plump shaft, digging into its relief-giving layers. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."
Frank looked injured from her furious descent. He had emptied his lungs of air while that pussy squeezed itself over him. His voice boomed after the initial agony of fitting inside her. "Ahhhh. Sit on Frankie, baby. Bury him between your hot legs. Ahhhh."
Eva, scarcely able to talk, clutched his shoulders. "Yes. Oh, yes."
He couldn't wait to get at those mouth-watering tits. Roughly, he aligned her nipples and stuffed them between his lips. His suck caused her pupils to curve into their whites. He licked her nubs to her dizzying satisfaction.
"Yes, baby," Eva moaned, leaning into his face. "Suck them. Suck them hard."
Frank hoarsely obeyed.
With his eyes closed and mouth trembling, he looked positively singed. His branching fingers enclosed her waist. "Take it, baby. Take it. Sit on that stiff thing."
Eva rose and fell, moaning as it sawed through her. She could not neglect that solid, dividing pressure. His finger had been incredible, but his cock was heaven itself.
"Ahhhh." He groaned from the suctioning clutch of her pussy. His breathing remained uneven. He fed himself into the mouth of her cunt, meeting her voracious strokes. She overwhelmed him with the swoop of those energy-sapping cunt lips. "Oh, yeah. Fuck yourself with that dick. Bury me in that moist snatch."
She forced air from her diaphragm as he crammed her full. She received the total sum of his excitement. He drove into her hot, lubricated flesh.
Frank was equally effected. Eva adapted fast to his cock. Her moist sheath encased him to the balls. Bracing himself, he went into that tight cunt, flustered and grimacing. "Oh, yeah. Get down on it. Push your cunt all the way down."
Eva arched her back, then settled onto his lap. Frank's dick stood high in her snatch. Eva savored that solid, penetrating thrill before rearing her buttocks and humping it. "Yes, baby. Oh, yeah. Let me fuck it."
Up and down Eva went, letting those balls slap her rump. She responded to that hard, driving thing. Her blonde pubes meshed with his dark ones as they ground together. She fucked him fast and furiously, loving every second he was submerged. She took her pleasure from his bone-like stiffness.
"Move that ass, baby," he pleaded, his features moist with perspiration. "Cover Frankie with that sweet pussy. Fuck him."
For several moments, Eva hadn't recovered from her high. She slammed herself onto that monster, pumping herself to distraction. Frank pushed himself into her juicy snatch, slicing into succulent tissue. Grunting, he absorbed the impact of her smacking pussy. He moved through her cunt so sweetly, she thought she would instantly cum; after getting a grip on her emotions, she rode him steadily.
"Fuck me as hard as you can," Eva moaned. "Do it. It feels good that way."
Frank held some of his savage fury in reserve. He seemed unwilling to fully unleash that kind of power between those open legs. Her breathless nod, however, brought on his feral expression. He exhibited a sneer as he pounded his way through her clutching pussy. Clenching his teeth, he gave it to her exactly as requested. His balls walloped her but good. That barbaric ferocity lasted for several cock-stroking moments.
Frank loved making her moan with his cock. He stabbed into her wet pussy, coordinating his thrusts. He waited until she descended his upright shaft before meeting her sodden mound. The connection was sweet and satisfying.
Eva glimpsed Frank through that steamy haze. His dark eyes looked off into space as she jammed down on him. She still thought him a magnificent animal-though somewhat tamed. She knew he was the man for her.
They fucked for several exquisite moments before that uncontrollable urge to spasm took root. He practically winded her. Bending backward, Eva elevated her nipples.
"Cum in me," Eva pleaded.
Frank pumped her, unable to restrain himself. Spearing that cunt, he prepared to climax. Taking handfuls of her fabulous ass, he gave her all he had. "Frankie's gonna get you off so good. Let me feel that soft pussy with my dick. Doesn't it feel good inside your snatch? Oh, yeah. Ride it. Faster, baby. Faster. Hump that thing."
Eva grasped his shoulders and pummeled him between her legs. Her tits were flying in all directions. Her vision blurred as euphoria asserted itself. She got the most out of his thrusting cock until there was nothing left to take. Her temperature soared as her buttocks spanked his thighs. Up and down Eva went, landing on that fleshy spike.
She bounced on his lap, enduring the splintering thrust of his cock. His pumping left her thoroughly rent, yet she went down for more. Frank felt so good, jammed in her cunt. She took it all with a saucy roll of her hips. Bearing down on that stem, she packed her cunt. Frank throbbed in the heart of her pussy.
Frank groaned. Her pussy gripped him so nicely. Her sweaty flesh sank on his lap, soaking him in her outpouring heat. His eruption grew near. He did not try to prolong his bliss. Eva moved her ass faster, promoting the urge. He felt the cum rise from his balls. "Are you almost there?"
"Yes. Oh, yes. Yes!"
Eva rode him to orgasm. He sliced deeply into her cunt. Her mouth dropped open as her gratification occurred. Frank made her peak.
"Yes," Eva cried, spasming. "Oh, yes."
"Ughhh," Frank howled, firing liquid heat into her pussy. "Ughhh."
He gushed inside her pussy. Hot cum flooded her snatch. Eva drained him with her seizure-riddled cunt. He groaned as she milked the last drops of his goo.
Frank bound her with his arms. Eva felt the crushing press of muscle sheltering her through orgasm. She also felt the outpouring of affection.
