"Been getting any from your girlfriend, Rod?" Tal Allison asked Rod Burke.
"Uh, sure," he grinned, looking embarrassed.
They sat comfortably in the shade of a large umbrella on a stretch of beautiful beach at Santa Barbara. The area of sand near them was not too crowded. At least twice as many girls as guys, a regular pussy smorgasbord.
Some of the bikinis were so mini the chicks might as well be naked. Tal's own bikini didn't leave much to the imagination, either. Rod had been sneaking looks at her ever since she, Rod and his steady, Kitten Oliver, had arrived at the beach. Kitten was down near the water, daintily posed while she tested the ocean temperature with her right foot.
She was just about the prettiest, leggiest eighteen-year-old redhead Tal had ever seen. Sensational titties, tiny waist and slim, well-contoured ass. She and Rod were going to Santa Barbara U, living at their respective homes.
Rod was a very handsome and virile nineteen, a fine big lump in his swim trunks. If he wasn't fucking Kitten he was a fool, she was really hot for him. When she wasn't nearby, however, he kept staring at Tal. Damned flattering, since she was twenty-four. But she had it, and she knew it, and she'd been on the wagon for months.
The problem about getting in his pants was simple-she was a guest in the home he shared with his mother, Fran. And Tal was hiding out from the Mob. She had given testimony in the Chicago courts concerning certain underworld figures, and she'd been given a new identity by the FBI, transported to southern California and furnished a home by the wife of a former agent, who'd been killed in the line of duty. Dean Burke, Rod's father.
"You don't sound too sure about getting in her panties," Tal said, teasingly.
He looked right at Tal's cunt, cleanly limned by her yellow bikini panty. "You're the one I want to fuck."
She laughed, pushing her tits out farther. She was proud of her high, firm boobs, her long natural blonde mane. In Chicago she'd been a bottle brunette, she had been in hiding long enough for her natural color to return.
"Fran might not like it," Tal said, gazing at his basket. "She'd sniff it out, sure as hell."
"I'm not that damn stupid," he growled. "I've been around."
"Well, the next time your mother is out of the house for a while, let's try it," she smiled.
"Jeeeeesus!" he said. "Just like that?"
She squirmed her ass on the blanket. "I haven't had a cock in me for a long time, Rod."
His prick was swelling in his trunks. He gulped, gazing out across the beach. Kitten wiggled and jiggled back to the umbrella, a study in youthful feminine allure. Ml was getting excited. She wanted some of that, too...
* * *
Tal heard the light knock on her bedroom door, and trembled. After the trio had left the beach, Rod had driven Tal to the large Spanish-style Burke home in the older section of the city, then had taken off to drive Kitten home.
This was Saturday. Fran had left a note for Rod, saying she would not return until late that evening-so now Tal and he had the whole house to themselves. The maid did not live in. She always had Saturday off.
Still in her bikini, Tal opened the door. Rod came in furtively, his dark eyes hungry. He was six-two, on the varsity basketball team, a real hunk. He leaned against the closed door, looking Tal up and down, a bit uncertain now.
"Relax," Tal smiled, moving to sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. It was a beautiful room, with a view of the Pacific. "What'd you tell Kitten?"
"Ah, we got a date later. I said I had things to do."
"Well, come over here and fool around, huh?" she purred.
"Jeeeesus!" he breathed. The size of his cock-lump sent cozy tingles through Tal's bod. Her former husband, Cal Rossi, had been well-hung, he had shown her how to enjoy a fuck. But she would try not to think of what she called her "Chicago Experience," the whole nasty fucked-up mess.
Cal had been the last man to hump her, nearly a whole year earlier. Since arriving here, in her new identity, she had struck up an acquaintance with a young married girl who lived next door, Terri Salmon. She would try not to think of that now, either. Simply wonderful fucking.
No one except Fran and the regional FBI chief knew who she really was-Ellen Rossi, informer. She hoped to hell no one around here or even in California ever did find out. It would be her ass. Or, she would have to find a new place to hide. They had wanted to send her to a foreign country-and it could come to that, yet.
Rod came over and sat rather shyly at her right, his left arm went not too surely around her naked waist. She had decided three weeks earlier that she wanted to fuck him. She'd been baiting him a little when Fran wasn't around. She knew she had given him numerous erections.
"Are you this slow with Kitten?" she purred, leaning in.
"Ah, she's a cock-teaser."
"At her age?" Tal giggled.
"Well, uh-we tease to the-finish. You know."
Tal laughed. "Go with some girl who will fuck, stud. Several of those dainty young things on the beach were horsing. What the hell is this Kitten afraid of?"
"She's still a virgin-"
"You ever reach in there and find out for sure?" Tal giggled.
"Man, you sure say it right out, Tal-Jeeesus!"
"Be cool," Tal purred. "Look, you move around here on the other side, and let me start the fun, huh?"
He nodded. When he was seated at her left, she reached for his crotch, gripped him around the neck and fastened her mouth on his, her tongue blading inside. His young manly aroma already had her cunt wet.
Tal loved being the aggressor, she always was with girls. Men, about half and half. Surprising the number of them who let her take charge. Perhaps she gave off those vibes. Cal, her estranged and now-detested husband, had let her initiate the action after he learned how exciting she could be.
That rotten fucker, stop thinking about him, she said to herself. But it WAS beautiful till I found out he was an attorney for the Mob.
Rod was getting the idea. His left hand slid up to her tits, lifting her bikini halter. He shivered as she gave him room to play, and he knew that drill. His cock was not huge, but it wasn't puny, either. Eight good inches. She went in on the bare skin and trembled, his prick tensing.
If he was a quick squirter she'd never let him touch her again. During her growing-up years in the little farm town south of Chicago she had encountered several of those eager-beaver young studs, two of whom had gone off in their shorts.
So, after being heated up good, she had gone home and played with herself again. About that time, at eighteen, she had discovered pussy. At least, girls were slower to come, and one climax didn't end it. And, they didn't talk.
Rod broke the kiss, breathing unevenly. She let go of his cock, drew away and lowered her bikini panty. He ogled her cunt, then swiftly squirmed out of his trunks. He kept muttering, "Jeeesus" under his breath.
"Easy, Rod. Be cool. You're gonna get it. I won't tease you, like Kitten."
He took a deep breath, nodded. She directed him to the middle of the bed, onto his back. Obviously he had never been top-fucked. He still seemed uptight, stunned by his conquest. Maybe she even had a virgin! Next time she would find an older, sophisticated man who understood the fine points of sex.
Afraid that she still might lose his load out across his belly, she quickly straddled him and guided his leaky knob to her hungry cunt. As her puffed labia enclosed his glans as it went slowly up into her box, he shuddered again.
God! It was so good she simply had to clasp her cunt. His eyes widened, his cock tensed again, and she hunched into her short strokes. He was getting off before she reached her crest, but it wouldn't soften right away. She rammed his knob hard and fast, felt the honeyed twinges of her goodies, and shouted! Her pussy hadn't convulsed around a rigid prick for so very long!
Angled above him, feasting on the after-thrills, she finally softened down and cuddled her tits to his restless chest, feeling his cock already softening, his interest fading. At last her cunt was creamed with a big gush of semen!
"Now, wasn't that fun?" she purred, kissing his throat.
"Jeeesus!" he muttered again.
"Do you always come that fast?" she giggled, reassuring him with her thighs and breasts.
"Uh, nooo," he breathed. "You're so damn-beautiful!"
"I love compliments," she giggled. "Just rest now and pretty soon I'll get it up again."
"Damn!" he whispered.
"A young stud like you can surely shoot twice."
"Yeahhh," he muttered. "This is really something .."
Terri Salmon, her left ear glued to Tal's bedroom door, shivered with envy. So this big, tall sexy blonde was fucking Fran's son! Terri was in and out of the Burke house a lot, she knew Tal and Rod were alone in the big mansion-and sure enough her suspicions were right.
At twenty-six, Terri figured she was just getting it all together in the fun department, even though her husband John was almost twice her age. He was a very successful real-estate broker, his children were grown and living in the midwest, he didn't want any more, she had never wanted any kids.
She was a cute five-foot-four brunette, a good set of boobs, small waist and an excellent ass, and people didn't really notice that her legs were rather short. She was delicately put together, men always wanted to protect her, and she assumed a helpless act, appearing a little dumb, but in reality she was sharp as a well-honed blade.
Growing up here in Santa Barbara she'd had her share of sex fun. At eighteen she'd fallen in love with a fast-talking salesman, who turned out to be a real prick. The marriage had lasted only six months.
She'd never had to work as her parents had left her a good annual income. They were now living in southern France. But to meet good-looking men she had worked part-time at a car-rental office, and there she had met John. Handsome, mature, well-to-do, and the first time he got her in bed he had popped her fun pistol six times, a record.
He could go for hours without coming off, a secret he had learned while living in Japan more than a year. But, he was getting older The first time she had glimpsed Tal Allison over at Fran's place, she knew she had to get some of that. Between the salesman and John, she had enjoyed several lezzie-fucks. Pussy was easy to find in any city, although there seemed to be a bushel of it around Santa Barbara.
Since her marriage to John she had sneaked only a few girlie-fucks. Every woman needed a change once in a while! She was sure he got a little on the side, girls younger than she were attracted to him.
"... you see, it is getting hard again," came Tal's voice, soft and sensual.
"Yeahhh!" Rod answered. He didn't appeal to Terri at all; she liked men past forty, at least. But she sure craved some of Tal's bod. Her tongue was already hard, her clit itched. John was out playing golf, he'd be home before long. She had to get her butt back home.
She would greet him at the door in see-through bra, panties, wearing her tallest heels. They hadn't had a nice Saturday-afternooner for just ages. No harm in dreaming about Tal when she had her cookies crumbled, no harm at all...
Tal had it made now. Rod was up hard again, she had his cock snugly in her cunt, he wanted to get off again, and she was not going to let it happen until she'd satisfied herself. She stroked and paused, loving the feel of tumid prick, the sensations it created in her entire being.
"That's a nice big cock," Tal giggled, tightening her cunt. "I bet the young chicks just adore it!"
"Yeahhh," he said, obviously hardly hearing her. He was totally involved in the sex act, in a fucking daze. Twice his right hand left her tits in an instinctive move to grab his cock and pump out his load.
"Rod, I'll get it off for you, don't be in such a hurry. You want me to have my fun, don't you?"
"Uhhh-sure!" he muttered.
"Look, you try to give the girl a good time, and she'll be after you for more. Girls don't come as quickly as men. Understand?"
He nodded, but she doubted that he fully understood. He was really not too bright, one of those jocks who could think of only one thing in a sexual situation-get it in and pump it off. Small wonder so many young, pretty chicks were going lez or picking older men.
Tal watched his hands on her tits, the glaze in his eyes, and stroked toward a crest. She wanted to sneak one before he broke his nuts. Hump, hump, hump-rest. Ohhhh - delicious! But his cock tensed, a shudder ran up his body. No chance for two, she had to settle for a big one when he squirted.
"You good and ready, stud?" she breathed, stroking again.
"Yesss - Jeeeesus!"
"Okay, we're going to get you off this time," she panted, hunching faster. Oh, how she hated to see this end! But a gush was a gush, and his first one had broken a very long fast. Uh, uh, uhhhh-ohhhh-a few more hinges-almost, almost-ohhh, fuck. Ohhhh-NOWWWW!
She swept achingly to her peak, her cunt clenched in delectable rhythm, she felt the throb of his prick, heard his groan of animal release-and she shouted! Good, good, goooood! How wonderful to move her hips, drive a rigid cockhead up where heaven rested!
While she slumped down, tightening her thighs for the sugary after-thrills, her tits mashed to his sweaty chest, she realized that Rod could be any guy with a good-sized cock. Breaking up with Cal Rossi, leaving him and going into hiding until the. time for her to testify in court, had left deep scars within her.
She had the same attitude with girls or women-they were objects for her entertainment, company or pleasure. The continual fear that the Mob would find her did not help, either. She didn't like to believe she had turned hard. Just practical. No more falling in love or getting emotional about anyone.
Perhaps Rossi had taught her that. His home life was supposed to be all hers, his business life protecting racketeers. That sonofabitch! For nearly two years she had believed he was a legitimate attorney. He had his license, of course. A big fancy office downtown.
Surely, he still had it-with a new young pussy or two in his apartment. Whores. The top dogs got the freshest of the fresh pussy before they were put on the line. He had wanted a son, of course-and she was sterile. The doctor said she had been born that way. He had started staying out late or not coming home at all.
But he had taught her how to enjoy sex. With that big, thick thing pumping slowly in her cunt, even after she knew the truth, she could hardly think of anything except coming, exploding, then coming off again, again. He had often fucked for a solid hour before squirting his juice. He had brought her from two climaxes a fuck up to ten or eleven.
She had been so young, so gullible, the naive small-town virgin drawn to the Big City slicker at least twenty years older than she, and probably more. Oh, he had loved to eat her, too. She had learned how to suck his prick, all kinds of little pleasurable tricks.
"Man, you sure can fuck!" came Rod's voice, breaking in on her thoughts.
"I had a good teacher," she admitted. I'll give him credit for that at least.
"Do I get some more of it?" he asked. "I mean, like in a day or two-" She giggled, lifted her crotch, and his limp, semen-creamed cock flopped down across his belly. The life was out of it.
"We'll see, stud," she purred. "But one thing's for sure-you won't get even one feel if you start blabbing it around. Okay?"
"Shit! I wouldn't do that, Tal."
"I'll find out if you do." She found the towel she always kept handy, beneath a pillow, mopped her cunt and handed it to him. He grinned. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Still nice to be admired, she thought. She hadn't had enough, though. A core of need still rested inside her, she'd been on a cock famine. Only two orgasms around a prick just were not enough...
CHAPTER TWO
"Tal, can you slip over here?" came Terri Salmon's voice over the phone. "I'm really horny!"
Tal had just showered after her pleasure with Rod, who was now taking a nap. Tat was in the livingroom, thinking about going downtown-and now this.
"I thought you reserved Saturdays for your hubby, honey," Tal laughed.
"Oh, he called and won't be in till real late. A big deal of some kind-Please, Tal."
"What got you so hot in the pussy?" Tal giggled. "I'll tell you when you come over, honey."
"Tal wore snug Levi's pants, a shirt, spike heels and panties. She loved the weather here, the casual clothes people wore so much. If she ever felt completely free, she knew she wanted to live here permanently.
The shower had cooled her a little, she was over her cock fast, but Terri's voice was making her ultra-horny.
"Okay, you little fox, get it ready for action," Tal said.
On the short walk over to the Salmon house, newer but not as large as Fran's big mansion, she recalled the first time she and Terri had made out. It was a Sunday afternoon, following a Saturday-night party given by Terri for Fran, Tal and John, of course. Terri called to say she needed company, John was out golfing.
An hour after Tal entered the house they were in the master bedroom, fucking up a storm. John had had too many drinks the night before. Tal and Terri had been screwing, off and on, for two months now. It was damn good pussy.
Tai opened the front door, and there stood Terri in a filmy sheer red nightie, the hem not quite low enough to hide her dark pussy bush. Tal pushed the door closed and the dainty brunette rushed in against Tal.
"God, I'm hot!" Terri breathed, rolling her size-C tits into Tal's shirt-front.
"Feels okay," Tal giggled, caressing her naked ass. "Now, how did you get so hot and horny?"
"Honey, you probably won't like this, but I noticed you were alone in the house with Rod, so I sneaked over-and listened in. How long have you been humping him?"
"First time today," Tal purred.
"Really?" Terri giggled. "Well, I don't care as long as we can get it on!"
"Well, pick a bedroom. Rod did good for a kid his age, but he pooped out too soon. Does John know you're getting lez-stuff on the side, sugar?"
"Uh, yesss. He said as long as I was discreet-Wouldn't help his business if it got out. He knows just about when it started with you, and he says I'm a better fuck because of it."
"So you told him it was me?" Tal asked.
"No, honey!" Terri exclaimed. "Honest. He said he doesn't want to know. I'm lucky to have such a broad-minded man!"
"Yes," Tal said. "I've noticed him watching us, though, when I happen to be over here. He's no dummy."
"Let's quit talking and screw!" Terri giggled, tipping her red, full mouth: up for attention. "When I heard Rod get his jollies I wanted to rush in there and join you two!"
"Not the right man, by far," Tal said. "But he has got a nice cock."
Terri wrapped her arms around Tal's neck, their mouths joined warmly, and Tal drove her tongue in deep. The brunette shuddered, trying to push her crotch into Tal's crotch, but she was too short. Tal gripped the pretty, firm ass and lifted until their cunt mounds did meet. Terri whined, hunching.
Strings of need returned pleasantly to Tal's rising clit. Never pass up a good fuck. She'd heard Cal say that to one of his Chicago cronies at a party. He had never used the word in their intimate relations, however. Men talked about sex differently than most women. Sometimes she hated all men.
The two females broke apart, laughing, and Terri led the way into the master bedroom. They had never fucked any other place. They were getting in a rut. Why did married girls like to get their strange stuff on the nuptial bed?
Terri sat on the edge of the wide bed. She had already spread a sheet over the expensive counterpane, so no telltale juice stains would show. She watched Tal undress.
"I sure wish I had long legs, like you!" Terri breathed.
"I've been told that young women like you are the best fucking."
"Well, you're tops and you're long-legged," Terri said. She crawled to the center of the bed and spread her fine, soft thighs, staring at Tal's delectable bod.
"So you want some tongue," Tal laughed, moving naked over between the brunette's legs, on her knees.
"Yesss!" Terri breathed, arching her crotch upward. "John's good-I told you that, -- but you're better, honey."
"My favorite dish, like the song says," Tal smiled.
Somehow, when she started nibbling pussy, she always remembered her very first time. Down on the Illinois farm, just eighteen, a neighborhood girl chum her own age, out in the hayloft, kissing and fooling around, saying dirty words, like the guys. Trudy had dared Tal to kiss her on the bare pussy. One kiss had led to plenty, and Trudy had made the scene...
Tern felt the warm little tongue-tip course up and down her crevice, felt the grip of Tal's hands on her ass, and her fun nerves simply vibrated! Such a delicate touch, such finesse. Terri began to caress her tits, tweaking the dark, rising spires, her nipples. Oh, the build-up was almost the best part-the orgasm didn't last long enough!
Taps lips settled on her clit, spreading the dainty flesh, sipping thrill after thrill from the tiny girlie-cock. So much better than masturbation! she thought. So much better than fingers!
"Ohhhh, honey!" Terri breathed. "I need a lot of it today! You're-wonderful!"
Now Tal's right hand began its heavenly journey, toying with the labia, sneaking slowly into Terri's fleshed-out cunt. First three fingers, then two, then one-and a sock into Terri's depths. She shuddered and moaned. The sexy blonde loved it, she drank the pussy juices, then almost gnawed at Terri's cunt. Somebody certainly trained her well, Terri thought.
The mystery about her sudden appearance in Fran's house, never talking about her past, had somehow added to Tal's appeal. She was supposed to be from someplace in New England; but she didn't talk like natives there. Terri had lived in Providence, Rhode Island, one year.
She didn't go out much, either. Was it possible she was hiding out from someone, or something? A girl so beautiful had surely done a lot of living somewhere, she could pick the handsomest men, the prettiest girls.
As far as that went, Fran herself was something of an enigma. She had lived in the same house for many years. Her deceased husband had been a traveling salesman, she said. He had left her very well setup, she didn't work. Rod was attending the local university.
Fran said she was thirty-six, but having a son of nineteen kind of stretched things. Actually, Fran looked more like thirty. Terri was sure she was getting it steady somewhere, but no guys had ever appeared at her home.
I'd like to fuck Fran myself, but she doesn't seem to notice me. She must be hung-up on cock.
Oh, her clit was ready to burst! She'd been thinking about other things, and now Tal was drawing her up the nerve-shaking delight of her first climax! She whined, gripped her tits very snugly, Tal sucked hard, and it was boom-boom time!
"Ohhhh, ohhh-ohhhhhh, shit-damn!" she cried. She had waited so long for it, after turning on so high listening to Tal and Rod, the twinges of release were almost painful! The way Tal dug her fingers into Tern's ass at just the right moment, her finger pumping swiftly into Terri's twat, was just super-delicious!
"Oh, Tal, you pretty animal, you!" Terri gasped, drifting in a thrall of aftermath. "I come off so hard with you!"
Tal lifted her head, her red mouth swollen and wet with pussy juice. She smacked those lovely lips.
"Goooood cuuuuunt," she said, winking.
"God, we're filthy," Terri noted, resting back. "John never says any rough words at all. Where did you learn all this gutter stuff, anyway?"
I was raised by an aunt, and in my teen years her husband died, and she replaced him with a much younger guy," Tal said, sliding up at Terri's right side. "My room was at the far end of the house, but there was a spare room right next to theirs, and I heard plenty.
"Alice talked like a whore, or worse. It seemed to excite her. About all they did those first few months was eat, sleep and fuck. Dick had some kind of two-bit job, Alice had all the money-"
"Don't stop now, honey," Terri encouraged. "Where was this?"
"Don't be so curious," Tal said, lightly.
"Okay, be the mystery girl," Terri giggled. "It kind of makes you sexier. I bet you were married once to some big important wealthy guy-maybe a senator or something?"
"No, but he did have money."
"I knew it!" Terri giggled, squirming very close. "You're class pussy. Now, when are you going to get your goodies?"
"I've had cock today, so I'm not as hungry as you are," Tal smiled, her right hand sliding down to Terri's cunt. Her mouth came over and her lips closed on a tender breast-tip. Tal's fingers toyed with Terri's puffy labia, up around the clit, back down and in on the urethra.
"God, that's dreamy!" Terri whispered, opening her thighs very wide. "I hate to mention it, but John would sure love to spread you out, honey."
"I seem to have that effect on men," Tel murmured around the tingling nipple. "And some women I can think of, too."
"Sometimes I think I'd love to get all three of us into a party-but then I'd probably lose John."
"Terri, a husband is the last thing I need right now, and maybe forever," Tel said. "I'm sterile."
"So is John," Terri said. "But not me. I don't take a thing, so I don't dare do much screwing around-with guys." The sensations in her cunt and breasts were so delicious she could hardly talk. "Would you really go for a threesome, honey?"
"Let's see what happens," Tal giggled. "Right now I want you to have some more fun."
"Ohhhh, yes!" Terri breathed. "Get on top and fuck me, please. You really go after it. I wish I could move my ass the way you do!"
Cal taught me that, too, Tal thought. He was too smart to be indicted with those hoodlums who went to prison. I couldn't testify against my husband. That sonofabitch is probably still representing the under-world in court.
Rance Lawton, the regional FBI chief, was her only contact with the outside world. She had done her patriotic duty, and she would live in fear for the rest of her life.
Rance called about once a week, asking how she was doing, telling her almost nothing. As far as he could tell, no Mob hit contract had been issued on her. But he did admit that infiltrating what was left of the Chicago bunch would be almost impossible. Their street leads had dried up. A few of their informers had disappeared.
Tal found herself saddled between Terri's plump, silky thighs, her cunt mashed to the brunette's up-tilted cunt. Nice! For starters she liked to feel the whole pussy against her flesh, asking her female partner to swing the legs-back like she was taking prick.
Then, for the finish, she loved to straddle her partner and jiggle their clits together to the peak. The oozy, hot joining, the slippery kiss of pussy on pussy-it was just so different from any other kind of sex. She hunched slowly, sipped at Terri's stiffened nipples, watching the expression of deep thrall on' the brunette's pretty face.
John was appealing enough. She would consider it, although giving a man two cunts put him in a superior position, and Tal called the shots or she didn't get off. A girl and two men sounded more interesting, really. But knowing how the male ego worked, it would be impossible in her present circumstances.
Rance Lawton had told her to appear in public as little as possible. She was the kind of girl people noticed: Taller than six feet in spike heels, long blonde hair. Stacked like a model or showgirl, she had drawn attention all her life, even before puberty. Just going to the beach was risky, but damned if she was going to be a prisoner in Fran's house all the time.
Terri's legs dropped, and Tal positioned her legs for the ride to glory. Clits pressed together now, the little girlie-cocks stiff and eager. Jiggle, jiggle. Terri whined and gripped Tabs shoulders, her face contouring. Tal was almost ready, too. She did adore hunching, being dominant, in charge of a fuck. Several girls had said she fucked like a man, and perhaps nature had given her certain masculine characteristics.
Oh, it didn't matter right now! The burning lances of delight shot up her busy legs, her nipples erected, and she felt the first lovely ripples of her lust harden her clit. She moaned and hunched very swiftly.
This is the best girlie fuck I've had since I came west! she thought. Riding a cock did it! I needed that raw man-meat in my cunt. I was starved for a gush of cum. This soft little hot pussy is getting better and better... I'll have to fuck her more often.
"Ohh-ohhh-OHHHH!" Terri wailed, her body jerking delicately with the beats of her climax. She didn't up-hunch, letting Tal do it all. Tal hunched a swift flurry. She felt the sweet climb to the crest, then she had hers.
"Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she yelled. "Get off up in my cunt! Ahhhhhhh-ohhhh!"
Her slowing thrusts were timed with the rhythm of her after-twinges. She coasted along in a pink cloud of release, panting her joy. What came after the orgasm was almost as delightful as coming. Nnnnnnnnn!
She softened down, her tits mashing into Terri's throat, her face in contact with the fragrant brunette mane. They rested, shivering, cunts still glued together. Terri loved to be mashed down, pounded into the bed.
"God, it gets better every time we fuck, honey!" Terri whispered.
"Riiight," Tal murmured. She rolled away at the brunette's right, and Terri purred like a well-stroked kitten. She turned her head for a kiss, and Tal gave her a teasing tongue-stroke. It was hardly over when a sound from outside intruded.
A car in the Salmon driveway. They jerked apart.
"Shit!" Terri said, crawling off the bed. "It can't be John-Honey, you know that way out back, maybe you'd better use it. Probably one of those silly broads from the country club."
Tal nodded, retrieved her clothes, then left the room. The doorbell chimes sounded. She went down the back steps and out the rear door. As she walked she felt little neat twinges of aftermath along her thighs.
Maybe Rod was awake by now. These young studs recovered very fast. She made a stop in the downstairs john, freshened herself, fixed her hair a little, did her mouth, and went up the stairs toward Rod's room...
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, Rance-don't take it out yet!" Fran Burke gasped, keeping her asscheeks pinned to his groin. That beautiful big long cock of his felt better every time he fucked her, and she loved taking it from the rear.
"Okay," he said, pressing his hands into her hips, tensing his prick.
This was their third date, they were in a third-rate motel north of Santa Barbara. Fran didn't care where they made out, just as long as they did. Her husband Dean had been dead more than three years, she'd been frantic to find a lover.
And naturally, the best ones were always married. He was forty against her thirty-six, about right, and he had a new young wife named Lili, barely twenty-four. Rance's first wife had divorced him and gone back east; she had never wanted him transferred to California.
Lili, a foxy young debutante, had moved in. The FBI preferred their top men married. Lili, like Fran, had money of her own, and, to make matters worse, the two got along very well. Several times recently, Fran had been invited to dinner at the Lawton home.
A typical California product, she was lean and racy and stacked. For a while, she had been a cheerleader for the Los Angeles Rams. Her family had not liked her appearances in almost nothing on national TV, so she had started man-hunting in earnest. Capturing a wheel in the FBI had thrilled her, and it was obvious from the way she acted around Rance that he was ringing her bell most adequately.
How often this happened-a friend of the wife sneaking out with the husband. Sometimes Fran felt very cheap about it, but when she began to remember that afternoon Rance had first slipped his prick inside her, her conscience flew out the window.
After Dean's death, Rance had dropped by once in a while to console her. He had been married then to his first wife, and Fran was not ready for an affair just yet, anyway. Certainly not with Rance!
Then, shortly after he had married Lili, they had run into each other downtown, gone into a lounge for a couple of drinks-and half an hour later they were in a motel room, fucking like crazy. Dean had not been much of a lover.
God, how Rance could fuck! His cock reached in where Dean had never touched, her orgasms with Rance were explosions. At thirty-six she was learning how beautiful real sex could be. He wouldn't talk about Lili though. She looked like she would be a hot piece of ass, but you never really knew.
"Rance, honey, give me one more-like this!" Fran breathed. They'd been in here for an hour and a half, and he hadn't gone off yet. He used his hands and mouth much more than his cock, so when it did slip into her, she was ecstatic.
"I'll come, sure as hell," he said. "You want to end the fun already?"
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "You'd better rest, honey. I'm sorry. When you get me like this, from behind, I just go bananas!"
He eased out of her cunt. She shuddered and crawled to her side of the bed, on her back, gazing at his wonderful hard cock, his fine hard body, his handsome face, his dark hair now tinged with a bit of gray. On him, forty was beautiful!
One little thing bugged her, though. This was her third date, and each one was spaced a month apart, which just might coincide with the time of month that Lili was indisposed. Was she just filling in when he couldn't get any at home?
With his looks and expertise, he could possibly be honking some other woman, too. Men were basically all alike, polygamous, in thought, if not in actions. The new libbers were taking a page from the male book, however-and having their fun on the side.
He settled down at her right side, his play hand gliding to her cunt, his mouth close to her right breast. She instantly cuddled his half-hard cock, shivering with lust. Three weeks since their last hot date, she hated to wait so long for it.
"I've been thinking about moving Tal to a new location," he said, lightly fingering her clitoral area.
"Well, that's up to you, honey. She's an ideal house-guest."
"She really should be where she could go out a little, find a boyfriend. She must really get hard-up."
"I think she's found a girlfriend," Fran cooed. She spread her thighs to encourage further exploration of her cunt.
"At least she's getting some sex," he grinned.
"I bet you'd like to fuck that long-legged beauty," Fran giggled, feeling his cock hardening again. "Or have you already?"
"No, not my type, and she never acted interested, anyway. She's a real filly. She must know a lot about it, though. Cal Rossi got her very young and trained her. I hear he's a fucking machine."
"I wish you could nail his nuts to the wall!" Fran said, remembering that a mobster had killed Dean. The FBI had tried very hard to find the killer, but they hadn't. Fran knew there was more successful crime-than federal agencies ever admitted.
"He was too smart," Rance said. His hand stopped moving. "Is this a study in procedure or is this a pussy-and-cock show?"
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I wish we could meet more often-" His best finger went juicily into her pussy and he moved it slowly in and out. "I might be able to make it Monday, sugar?' "Could you, honey?"
"Lili's going up to Sacramento to visit her mother," he said, kissing close to her nipple.
"Love it!" she breathed. "You could stay with me all night."
"Just like old married folks, huh?"
"Only more like just married," she giggled. "Was yours like that, you just couldn't get enough?"
"Uh-let's talk about right now," he said, indicating with his hands that he wanted her on top.
She isn't giving him enough! Fran thought. She sure looks sexy. If he won't tell me, I'll find out from her! We talk about almost everything.
She climbed above him, perched on her knees and one arm, guiding his cock to her eager snatch. As it spread her flesh, filling her vagina, she moaned her delight. Next to taking his cock from behind, this was her favorite fucking position. Dean had never let her get astraddle. Rance had trained her to top-ride, and it was pure heaven!
Since he liked her to climax as often as possible, in this pose she could decide exactly when to come-and moving her ass was a whole new adventure. After their first date, she'd had cramps in her groin from having her thighs open so long, plus all that unaccustomed thrusting.
Twice a week she went to an exercise clinic for women only. She had trimmed a few inches off her hips and waist, and sometimes when she was alone she practiced hip movements, coital hunches. Funnnn. She was masturbating more frequently now, because waiting a whole month for Rance was too much.
He cupped her boobs and tweaked her nipples, tensing his cock. She shivered, starting her strokes, feeling the honeyed nuances race through her loins. He'd been encouraging her to "drag it out," make the fun last longer before she went off, but it was almost impossible.
In her late teens she'd had trouble even making it, and the pattern of rushing to the climax had been with her until after Dean's death. But finally, on the advice of an older woman friend, she had started masturbating with a plan, delaying the pleasure, and her orgasms were better.
But around a nice big dick like Rance's she had reverted again to quickies. It didn't matter, because she climaxed so many wonderful times! With Rance, they were deeper, more thorough. At her age she had finally learned what a real fuck was! At the depths of her vagina she seemed to have another hot spot, like a second clitoris.
When she doubled up, he could reach it with his longest fingertip, he could rub it and excite her into utterly delicious orgasms. In some ways she was like a bride who had just learned how to have plenty of fun in bed.
And while she had steeled herself against it, she denied the truth to herself and to him-she was in love with him in a way she had never been with Dean. Like many husband-hunting girls, she had picked Dean for security, prestige, status. She had a good healthy son she adored. Now she was finding the most memorable fleshy experience in her whole life...
Rance realized he was into something that would hurt a couple of people, eventually, and might even cost him his job. Fran couldn't keep from showing how crazy she was about him, always denying there was anything lasting about this sex thing. It was just for fun, it filled a need. Bull-shiiit!
Every touch, kiss and caress told him he could do almost anything with her. She couldn't keep her hands off him; she had gone without a man for too long after Dean's death, and in just a short time he had shown her more about fucking than she'd ever known before. Like a child with a new toy.
And the hell of it was, he couldn't downgrade his new young wife, Lili. She had bloomed late, she had been a skinny tomboy in high school, and even into the first year of college. In her senior year at Santa Barbara U, he had given a talk to a class studying modern law enforcement.
After the address, this fine-looking coed had cornered him in the hallway, stared at him with those big brown eyes and said, "Someday I'm going to marry you... He had protested-he was already married-and she had told him quite frankly that that didn't matter. One way or another, she was going to nail him. She'd been twenty-three then, and looked about eighteen.
Seeing her in tight Levi's pants and a snug jersey, taking in her remarkable beauty, he had started getting a hard-on. It turned out that her father, a well-known industrialist in L.A., knew Rance very well, as Rance and his wife had visited their home. He'd had a rather dim recollection of a slim young pussy in the background.
When his wife finally did leave, Lili began calling him.
Well, right now, he didn't care to think about what followed when he had Fran perched above him, shivering and hunching toward a climax.
He was an asshole, really. A fine young leggy filly at home and a love-starved, ripe and well-stacked widow. In many countries this kind of setup would not startle anyone, or cause emotional upsets. On top of that, he wanted to ball Tal Allison. In his book she was an easy ten, or even an eleven. It was a crime to pen her up so she couldn't go out and get a little.
But he wasn't Supercock, and she was dream-stuff. Like one of those exotic centerfold girls beyond the reach of any normal stud. That she had been dumb enough to marry a Fucking big-shot attorney for the Mob didn't enhance her. The file on Cal Rossi covered several pages, but they would probably never get his ass in a vise.
"Ohhhh-honey!" Fran cried, hunching faster. She was too far along to delay her pleasure any longer, but she was improving.
"Come, sweetie, come off on my cock!" he muttered.
"Uhhhh-ohhhh-ohhhh-OHHHH!" she wailed. Her face twisted, her head went back, her hips jiggled swiftly and he felt the surges of her joy, a light flutter of her busy cunt around his prick. Beautiful! Her last hunches drove his swollen knob right at her hot spot, and she was getting off again. Her hips jerked, she moaned fiercely, and she rode the crest of another sexual high. Her boobs firmed in his hands.
Only one thing in life could possibly be better than twanging a sensual woman's fun strings-blowing his wad up in there. He was not quite ready for that, she needed more of this good stuff...
Tal knocked lightly on Rod's door. No answer. She pushed the panel open. He was gone, damn it. She was into a sexual high she hadn't known for umpteen months. First cock in years, a nice pussy rub-and then to be left only half-satisfied.
To hell with being trapped here, she was sick of it. Fran was out getting humped. Her actions earlier in the day had given her away, she had not been able to sit still, like her cunt was already on fire. Rod had asked why his mother was so nervous. Tal knew when another female was in heat.
She went to her room, showered and changed. When she went downstairs to call a cab, she wore very snug black pants, a showy white blouse cut low in front, very high heels, dark glasses. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, a style she hadn't used since her teenage years. It would help her disguise. She really looked much younger.
On infrequent trips to the beach, she had noticed a nice-looking cafe and lounge as close to the ocean as zoning allowed. It was called Seagaze. She simply had to mingle somewhere, get out and meet new people. Her pussy had cooled a little, but with the right inspiration it would soon heat up again.
She was reaching for the phone when she heard a car drive up in front. Rod? He would be recovered by now. She went to the door, opened it-and saw Kitten Oliver, the luscious young, tender redhead.
"Oh, Tal!" she gushed. "Is Rod here? I didn't see his car, but-Wow! You look terrific."
"You don't look so, bad yourself, cutie," Tal smiled. The fox wore shorts and a halter, both thin and snug. "Come on in and wait for him, huh?"
Cock-teaser, is she, Tal wondered. Maybe a pussy-teaser, too. Tal decided to find out. Kitten minced inside, that pretty rounded tush undulating, her tits jiggling. Her personal aroma touched a nerve in Tal's sensory equipment. She planted her cute ass on the nearest sofa, thighs slightly apart.
"All gussied up," Kitten observed. "Going out wolfing?"
"I was thinking about getting a little," Tal said, staring at her high, firm fit mounds.
"Me, tool" Kitten purred, her legs opening farther. "But you know, Rod's such a kid. I like him, you know, but-"
"Why not line up an older stud, honey," Tal suggested, sinking down at Kitten's right, not too close. "You have all the equipment."
"All the real sexy ones are married," Kitten said.
"I understand you're starting at the university this fall, you should do all right then. The place'll be lousy with single guys, all looking for some young pussy."
"Lousy with pretty chicks, too. The competition you just wouldn't believe. The real cool ones date two chicks."
"Sounds like fun," Tal said, winking.
"Jeeeese!" Kitten exclaimed. "Could you watch a guy make out with another girl, and wait for him to get you next?"
"I'm sure it would heat me up, and then I'd be a better fuck," Tal laughed.
Kitten actually blushed. "Wow! But you see, I got this problem. This young guy I used to go with is in the service, in Europe, and I promised I'd save my-you know-my cherry just for him. Rod doesn't get it in me-"
"You can't have it both ways, sugar," Tal said. "A real virgin, huh? Remarkable! Sure you aren't pulling my tit?"
"No!" Kitten exclaimed.
"Well, if you have to save it, you could get your goodies with girls."
She looked away. "Well, this chick and I did try, it, and it wasn't much good-Rod really gets me turned on!"
"Maybe what you need is an experienced girl td get in your panties, honey."
"Let's do something about this, Kitten. I think I can make it real good for you ..." Kitten shivered, her thoughts spinning. The first time she had met Tal she had felt a curious attraction, more than just admiration-because she was sensationally beautiful. Kitten's parents had spoiled her rotten, but her mother had always said that men were intended to have sex with women-no variations.
She hadn't even learned to use her fingers for her fun until she was fourteen-and it hadn't been very good, really. Within a year, though, after learning more about sex, that it actually wasn't wrong to masturbate, she'd done much better.
Fooling around with Rod was really cool, but after he got so far along he didn't give a damn about her needs. All he could think of was squirting his seed. She wasn't on the pill or anything, and she didn't dare let any of that jizz come near her crotch. She knew a chick who had let the guy dump his load right in her panties, and she'd gotten knocked up.
When Tal's left arm went around her shoulders, when Tal nudged closer, aiming her mouth at Kitten's lips, the younger girl couldn't resist. She'd lied about trying it with another girl, she'd never felt about any of them the way she felt about Tal.
Tal's tongue stroked in, and it was like a knife right down inside Kitten's pussy! She was as hot as she'd ever been with a first kiss from Rod, her hot little button started stinging deliciously. No fear of losing her head and letting Rod in, she could relax and enjoy every second of it!
As her front-fastening halter came apart, as Tal's warm fingers ran lightly across Kitten's titties, her own tongue stabbed and she slid her arms around Tal's neck. Their lips writhed, a sweet clinging sensation she could drink to the fullest, with no holding back. She felt a whole new kind of freedom to explore sex to the limit!
She was nuts, really, not to get on the pill and start screwing, like most chicks her age-feel the slide of cock in where she hungered for it, feel the prick throb inside her instead of in her fingers. Promises were made to be broken! Actually, the kid she had said would get her cherry was more of an excuse than anything. She'd simply been scared.
Her nipples stiffened delectably, her pussy started leaking, her clit needed fondling in the worst way! She realized her hips were curling tip, her thighs spreading as a dreamy fever seemed to envelop her entire being.
When Tal's hand finally settled on her covered pussy mound, pressing firmly, she moaned with need! She pushed up on it: The rub of Tal's hand on her clitoral zone shot furious little twinges through her loins, she hunched. Ohhh, the stings were turning sweeter, better, better-ohhhhh-she was having her goodies!
Tal's mouth swerved free, her head dropped to Kitten's titties, a nipple went into Tai's. mouth, and the shudders of Kitten's orgasm drew little cries from her throat.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh-ohhhhh-wow!"
Her busy hips quieted, she softened, panting swiftly as pangs of delectable relief ran up her thighs and out the tip of her clitoris. Rod had never given her such steady and concentrated attention, so she could have her fun. Everything he fumblingly did for her was for his benefit. Damn him!
CHAPTER FOUR
"That's the way a hot girl should come," Tal giggled, hugging the young redhead. "Wasn't that fun?"
"You know it!" Kitten breathed, watching Tal's hand on her swollen, strawberry-tipped titties.
Considering the amount of fucking Tal had already enjoyed today, this was like dessert after a hearty meal-but still fascinating. Kitten had been waving that cute tush like a flag whenever she was in the Burke house; showing off her bod was as natural as breathing. She had it, but so far she hadn't been doing much with it.
"Let's go up to my room and do this right," Tal smiled.
"I got a better idea!" Kitten gushed. "The folks are gone for the whole weekend. Let's go over to my place, Tal."
"Sure," Tal said. "You wouldn't want Rod or Fran to be coming in on us, huh?"
"Riiiight," Kitten purred. "This is really great!"
Tal followed Kitten's car in her own rig, one Fran let her use, although Tal generally called a cab for short drives. The FBI was not overly generous with "wages," but of course it was all tax-free, in cash. They had used her, and she was now a liability.
There were times when she had the distinct feeling that Rance Lawton and some of his superiors would be relieved if she suddenly dropped in the ocean and never came up. Sometimes her money was late. Being seen in the same car all the time was a no-no. She was glad now she had not gone down to the Seagaze Lounge-that might be asking fot it.
The Oliver spread was bigger than she had imagined. Kitten's stepfather was some kind of half-retired electronics consultant to several big outfits. This was her mother Loni's second marriage, and she was considerably younger than Henry. She'd been in show biz, according to Kitten.
Typical California arrangement. Successful older executive buys himself a fresh good-looking new wife, and a sexy daughter tossed in. Tal doubted it was that kind of setup, but you never really knew. Maybe papa was figuring on getting some of Kitten's stuff later. It was choice material.
Following Kitten into the big pile of glass and rock was some experience. The twitch of her ass could not detract from all the gaudy interior, futuristic furniture and statuary. Her ground-level room looked out on the pool, heart-shaped in the best local tradition.
Evidently the servants were gone, too. Kitten had mentioned that they didn't live in. Her bed would easily accommodate two active couples. It would be a real shame to mess up that expensive counterpane with pussy juice.
When the door closed, Kitten seemed a bit hesitant. Maybe the drive, the break in the action, had cooled off her pussy.
"If you still want to play, let's get these clothes off," Tal smiled, reaching for her blouse.
"Oh, sure!" Kitten laughed. Just as she unhooked her bulging halter, the phone rang. She jumped, startled, and ran to the bedside stand, sitting on the edge of the bed.
A few words and giggles indicated that some girlfriend was on the line. Tal had almost forgotten how silly and frivolous girlish telephone conversations could be, the gushy exclamations and high-pitched giggles. Tal went over to sit at Kitten's left, spread the halter halves and began fondling her tits.
The tender little bright pink nipples erected, and Tal took the nearest one between her lips. She slid her left hand down to the shorts, opened the silky warm thighs and, playing with the inner leg flesh and the covered pussy mound, she worked her seeking fingers in on the bare, soft little cunt.
"-Rudy, I better hang up now-" Kitten gurgled.
Tal could hear the question from Trudy. "Say, you got a boyfriend there?"
"Sure, he's getting in my panties!"
"You little twat!" Tlvdy gushed. "Who?"
"Big secret, honey!"
"I'm comin' over there!" Trudy giggled.
"He doesn't need two foxes!"
Giggle, giggle. What a bunch of shit, Tal thought.
The receiver went down just as Tal slid her play finger into the dainty wet cunt. Kitten gasped, her hips curving up and out. Damned if she wasn't a virgin. The guarding membrane was untorn. Right now Tal wished she had about nine inches of good solid prick, a kind of penis envy she had known before.
"Ohhh, Tal!" Kitten breathed, sinking back on the bed.
Tal maneuvered the young redhead to the center of the pad, gripped the shorts and bikini panties and stripped them down and away. The little pussy was puffed and wet along the slit, her bush was very thin.
On her knees between the young girl's thighs, Tal could not resist her next move. She lowered her head, fit her hands beneath the sweet, firm asscheeks, and ran her tongue up and down the dainty, fragrant crevice. Tasty as nectar! she marveled inwardly.
"Ohhh-wow!" Kitten breathed, her titties arching.
Tal knew instantly that she was the first to nibble this cute twitchy sexpot, and it was suddenly like she'd had no fun herself the whole day. Taking a dainty rosebud like this was giving her one hell of a charge. She had starved herself too long, her entire being ached for release, for more delights.
Shuddering with need, she sipped and sucked and slowly moved her cloying lips up to the stiffened little clit peak. Shiver after shiver ran along Kitten's body, her arms moved restlessly on, the bed, her face was twisted with passion.
Closing her lips on the girlie-spike, she eased her right middle finger into the juicy little cunt, stroking slowly. Her digit went easily past the hymen, into the virginal vagina.
"Ohh, oh, ohhhh-Tal!" Kitten whined, her thighs opening farther. "Ohhh-Jeeeeese!"
I didn't know sex could be this GOOOOD! Kitten thought, her brain spinning. She just PULLING the fun out of me! I'm ready to come, and she's making me wait and wait and-OHHHH-Jeeeeesus, here it com-mmmmes!
She squealed. The pangs, of release seemed to sear every sexual nerve in her body, her head almost hurt! Honey throbbed from her clit, her pussy seemed to flutter, and then the pangs of heavenly aftermath caused her arms to jerk and her legs to kick. She had an entirely new awareness of what joys she could realize from her beautiful, sexy young body...
* * *
Mario Lozzi, parked in his rented car across the street from the mod structure that some big shot called a home, figured he had finally located that cunt of an Ellen Rossi, who now called herself some other name, surely.
He had run down false leads in Seattle, Portland and San Francisco. A tip that the FBI had moved her west was all he'd had to go on. Living with the widow of a former FBI agent. Clever. Too bad a beautiful blonde cunt like her had to be liquidated-but he had his orders.
A little more nosing around to make sure he had the right pigeon, and he would get it over with as soon as possible. As the saying went, he wanted to go back to Chicago and get his hambone boiled. The idea of fucking that long-legged uppity blonde cunt had occurred to him-if he got some of it and then killed her, nobody would ever know.
A plan began to take shape in his mind.
* * *
Trudy Smith had a very itchy pussy and a wild curiosity. So Kitten was having some fun while her folks were gone, huh. Rod was plenty sexy, but kind of stupid in some ways. Kitten bragged she kept him hanging around without giving him any.
Letting him fool around and then jacking him off was not Trudy's idea of fun. She had graduated into the real stuff at eighteen, after her stepmother told her to be prepared. Trudy liked her new mom, who had been only twenty-four when her father had married her. Heather was friendly, sharp-looking and sharp in the head, too. She produced a local TV news show.
Trudy's new steady, a married stud of around thirty named 'Pad Longworth, whom she had met at the TV station, could not get away very often. His much-older wife owned the station, so of course he was vice president. Plenty of young guys fucked their way to the top-and could he lay pipe!
Leaving the big house, she piled into her new Mustang and headed over to the Oliver home. Tad hadn't got it in her for a whole week, and she was really horny. She could give poor Rod what Kitten wasn't putting out. Kitten said he had a terrific cock. Before Tad, Trudy had been into a couple of trio parties-one where two guys had taken turns fucking her, and another where she had shared the cock with a second chick.
Both a little messy, but she preferred the two-girls-one-stud scene. He was a physical-education instructor at the U, and had given both chicks a good humping. Watching another girl get porked was a neat turn-on. She had never gone the full lez route yet, it didn't do much for her. After all, she had a pussy.
As she pulled into the Oliver driveway, she noticed a very dark Latin-looking character just leaving from a spot across the street. She'd never seen him before. Maybe Kitten had finally decided to let some older man pop her. She sure as hell needed a good honking.
Trudy decided to slip around back, just in case. She entered the layout through a gate in the pool enclosure. Hearing an excited giggle from Kitten's bedroom, which was just off the pool area, she sneaked in that direction. The guy she'd seen out front obviously was not the one Kitten was enjoying.
"-that was sure gooood, Tal honey!" came Kitten's giggly voice.
"You come off fine for a virgin," came the answer. A broad! Tal. She's that exotic-looking blonde staying with Fran Burke. Something kind of funny about that. And not laugh funny, either.
"Now are we going to fuck?" Kitten gurgled.
"Soon, cutie. Wouldn't you like to eat me?"
Trudy shivered with mingled disgust and excitement. You just couldn't believe anybody anymore. She doubted very much that Kitten still had her cherry. Eighteen and she's never had a cock in there. Ridiculous!
Laughter, then a long silence. Trudy crept nearer the sliding glass door, which was half-open, and peeked in. Ummmm. A turn-around, all right. The big blonde had her head between Kitten's thighs, and Kitten was attempting to nibble Tal.
This went on for a while, and Trudy began getting a tingly sensation. Maybe that stuff would be fun. Sometimes Tad nibbled around on her box before he gave her the prod. It heated her up pretty good. But another pussy?
Lot of it on the campus at the U, where Trudy was a freshie, mostly weirdo twats who couldn't line up a guy. Maybe more of the real foxy chicks were going that route, considering the number of gay males around.
Finally Tal swung around, fit her hips between Kittens thighs, and started to fuck. Now their boobs met, they began sucking tongues. That Tal could sure move her ass! A few hunches, then a rest. Trudy's cunt was turning wet, her nipples came out against the hold of her jersey. Her Levi's suddenly felt too tight around the hips, especially where they outlined the shape of her pussy.
Damn! She wanted no part of a girlie threesome, even if they'd accept her. She moved carefully from the window, stole across the patio and out the gate through which she had entered.
Twenty minutes later she was in her room at home, naked. She dialed the TV station number and asked for Tad. The receptionist evidently recognized a familiar voice, and seconds later he came on the line.
"You know who's here," she purred.
"Hey!" he said, very low. Somebody nearby.
"I got a damp deck and I need you, stud," she giggled.
"Uhhh-shit!" He recovered. "Margo's right in the next room, sugar. Look-"
"Nobody's home but me," she cooed. "Tell her it's a new account. You can be in and out of here in twenty minutes. I'm ready!"
"Christ! Okay-I'll be there."
"Have it hard and up when you come in my bedroom," she laughed softly.
It seemed like the next fifteen minutes took forever. She stretched out on her bed. She was tempted to get a fast one on her fingers. No! She hated it when she had to masturbate. At thirteen, sure. At eighteen a girl needed prick.
She heard the car pull up in front. Her heart pounded. She hugged her outsized, dark-nippled fits that had excited Tad the first time he'd seen her. The front door opened, then closed. Quick footfalls, nearer, nearer. They had never fucked here. Usually it was some cheap motel room.
He rushed through the door, yanking at his pants, his face taut with emotion. She giggled, drew her thighs back, fit a fat pillow beneath her ass.
"Keeee-rist!" he muttered, fighting his clothes.
He was a smooth, tall, sexy thirty-two, very dark. His cock was a good eight, and as he rushed toward the bed, his shirt still on but unbuttoned, she had never seen it so big. He climbed in her thigh-saddle and she steered his meat to her burning, aching cunt. The big knob seared her flesh.
"Uhhhhhh-fuuuuuck!" he moaned, horsing his straight eight home. It was like a jolt of high voltage, her starved pussy twitching around his cock. Heaven!
"God, that's wonderful!" she cried as he stroked in, out, in, out, and then innnnnn! "Fuck me till I faint!"
"Uhhh-uhhhh-Jeeeesus, I'm getting offff!" He whined like an animal, he pounded her ass until she slipped off the pillow and felt the dreamy throb of his cock as her honey-gun began to fire. She shouted! The bed rattled, the slap of his drawn-up nuts at her cunt mouth, her twanging delight, the sudden ferocity of his attack, sailed her into a pulsing pink, mist...
Tad Longworth dropped his heaving chest to those beautiful big high-rise tits and finished his fuck. Son-of-a-bitch! Her pussy had never been so clingingly soft and fluttery. Her face had never been so flushed, she still was in a kind of trance. His cockhead burned even yet, like he'd dropped it into very hot water.
His wife Margo, a well-preserved fifty, like some of those good-looking broads on TV who pushed one of the exotic face creams, was a very active and passionate piece. But young, fresh cunt would always have priority. You just never expected one to be this responsive.
"Baby, you can replay this for me any time," he breathed, his cock remaining hard, if not as big as before.
"You devil!" she purred, hugging him with her thighs and arms. "Now that was a fuck."
The way she said it reminded him of a cat-food commercial. People didn't realize how the tube had influenced their minds, even their expressions. He hadn't majored in Communications in college just for his health.
"Now that's pussy," he said shyly. His prick was shrinking, but he didn't feel the usual letdown after blowing a wad. He wished he had time to work her up again to one of these new sexual highs. Jeeeesus. Margo would be checking the time, the cunt. But he owed her, he hadn't been getting anywhere until she'd spotted him at a party, and moved in, literally.
She'd been on the wagon a while; even well-built and well-groomed broads her age, especially in youth-oriented southern California, usually had to buy it. She'd bought it. She had given him the best fucking top-ride of his life, she'd gone off six times before his first shot.
She owned the most lucrative TV outlet in Santa Barbara, and like most intelligent, healthy and fairly attractive women her age, she needed steady humping. She had to be "in love." The only things Tad loved were sex, food and easy living, in that order Margo was so damn jealous.
A TV station, to present the right image, had to hire some good-looking young foxes, even though most never appeared on camera. The whole program was a fast-sell scam, and that took appealing pussy. Margo knew this, but she also knew the risks of placing her new young spouse in such surroundings.
At times he figured she was trying to fuck him so dry that he wouldn't be peeking-down inside blouses. All the chicks knew he had a big cock, he wore tight pants to show it off. Trudy's father owned a few shares in KICK, she'd flashed that cute ass at Tad a few times, and- "Baby, I'd better get my ass back to the station," he said, drawing his cock out. A few dribbles of new spent semen joined the creamy length of his shaft, shiny with pussy juice.
"Oh, shit!" she said. She closed her pinkies on it before he could lift away. She adored his meat.
"Look, she's gotta go to that conference in Denver on Monday. Alone. We'll get a motel and fuck up a storm."
"I wish we could go out, you know-" Fuck. Sex was never enough, they wanted to make something more out of it, just like on TV. They wanted you to "care."
"What got you so hot, Trudy?" He was already half-way in the john. No time for a shower.
"I'll tell you Monday, hunk," she giggled.
"Well, do it again, baby-that was fantastic."
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm getting hard up as hell," Tal admitted to Fran Burke..
"I know, honey," Fran said, sipping coffee.
It was Sunday morning, and in spite of the fun Tal had enjoyed the day before, she had awakened in the middle of a sensual dream of being fucked by some guy with a long, hard prick. Rod. She had to have more of it.
But of course, she couldn't let Fran know she'd drawn a load from her son's nuts. Considering a mother's intuition, maybe she already knew! Pretense was part of the female game.
"You look smug this morning," Tal smiled.
"Uh-yes, I had a date yesterday." Acting like she, Tal, didn't know Fran was fucking Rance Lawton fit the pattern, too.
"Is he pretty good?" Tal giggled.
"Don't be so curious, honey," Fran laughed. She leaned forward, her robe falling apart in front, and winked. "He's very good."
"Damn!" Tal sighed.
"Look, Tal-I know you got in Rod's pants yesterday-" Tal almost dropped her coffee mug. She blushed and stared out the window. No secrets in this house! She felt like a creep. Fran probably knew about Terri, too.
"Tal, it's all right," Fran smiled. "He needs a girl with savvy. That Kitten Oliver needs it, but I don't think Rod's got it yet. He shouldn't have to jack off."
"Well, I sure feel better!" Tal exclaimed. "I'm sure you know how it is-you get used to the steady stuff, then it ends, and it's just plain hell!"
"Join the crowd," Fran sighed. "I figured I'd almost forgotten how." A sound came from upstairs. "Rod's getting up. I'll dress and go for a drive."
Tal smiled her thanks, squeezed Fran's hand, and the attractive brunette left the table, moving toward her downstairs bedroom.
I can fuck him any time I get horny! Tal thought. It'll take me a month to catch up. God! I'll nail him when he comes out of the shower...
* * *
Mario Lozzi climbed the steps of the mobile-home deck, moved across it and rapped on the metal door of the big double-wide. The panel opened instantly, and the Company's Santa Barbara contact person smiled at him like she'd known him for years.
Her name was Nola Orway. A cocktail waitress in one of the city's better night clubs, she picked up extra money for giving info the Company needed now and then. She was dark, about twenty-eight, and stacked. One quarter black, but it barely showed.
She supported a very dumb sister named Meg, who kept house and cooked, watched TV, and if his grape-vine was right, masturbated almost continually. Some kind of nympho. On the plump side, but not bad-looking. Nola had it, though. Long rich legs, brick-house tits and ass, a sensual face and manner that got her plenty of tips. When he had called, Nola had said she'd heard of him and wanted to meet him.
"Well, you are a sexy, bastard," Nola smiled.
Mario always got his share. Hardly ever had to pay for it. He was thirty-six, and had never had a live-in. He liked being alone most of the time. It suited his particular line of work, eliminating those the Chicago Boss wanted eliminated. He was good at it.
As he came in he saw the sister in the doorway to the livingroom, a robe carelessly around her fullish, young body. Her naked hungry stare tingled his cockhead. She spread the robe so her large, straight-out tits almost showed.
"This is Meg, Mario. My sister. I can tell she likes you."
Meg wet her thick lips and fluttered her tongue between them. Her stare went to his three-piece set and lingered there. It was embarrassing.
"Uh, Meg, honey-why don't you get dressed!" Nola suggested as if she were talking to a kid of about ten.
Meg nodded and wiggled away, out of sight.
"Sorry about that, Mario." She glided nearer. "She always goes for the guys I like. I wish I knew more about the girl you asked for-but I'm sure she's the one you want."
"Right," he grinned. "But I'm not thinking about business right now, Nola." He slid his hands to her waist, she tilted her head and ran her tongue out. The designer pants and western shirt she wore showed him all he needed to know, for right now.
She giggled, flirted her tongue again and lured him into the livingroom. His right hand remained on her superlative ass, he swept her down on a sofa, her mouth jammed into his, her tongue running so deeply into his throat that he almost gagged. Her tits were as hard as rocks. He rubbed his shifted chest on them, gliding his right hand to her cunt curve. She moaned.
He'd take a black chick over a white one any day, they were just naturally better fucking. Active, cooperative, they came off harder. Nola writhed her twat on his cupping fingers, shivered and broke the mouth-to-mouth.
"In the bedroom, stud," she purred, molding his cock mound. "I need some of this."
"What about your sister?"
"You can fuck her, too, if you want to. I let her watch."
He grinned. He'd had a sweet sister deal in Chicago several years earlier. Two Italian foxes. Alone, neither one was much, but as a team they went the route, man. Fourth of July in the Windy City.
They went into her bedroom and clothes started flying. Meg ambled in, naked, giggling, weaving her generous ass, staring at his suddenly revealed hard-on. Her tits were enormous. As often happened, her coloration was darker than Nola's. Neither one had enough cunt hair to hide anything.
Meg sank into a chair, Nola crawled on the bed, and he followed her. They showed no embarrassment about teaming up on him, just a fact of their lives. Nola was dominant, so she would get the first crack at him. He rolled onto his back, Nola laughed and straddled him quickly. Meg spread her thighs and began to play with her cunt.
"Sure hope you're gonna be around a while," Nola giggled, rubbing he box on the underslant of his tumid prick.
"Be a few days," he grinned, filling his hands with warm, hard tit flesh. The long thick nipples were already stiff. Meg had a breast cone in one hand, her tipped-up cunt in the other, hunching slowly, an expression of pure jungle lust on her sensual features.
She had said not one word since his arrival, so maybe she couldn't speak. He felt kind of sorry for her. Always taking seconds from her older, smarter sister. Now a long thick dildo appeared. She ran the business end in her cunt and whined. Her up-thrusts quickened, her face contorted. Stroke, stroke.
"She can't ever wait," Nola murmured, lifting her backside, seeking his cockhead with her juicy cunt. Deftly she found it, eased his knob between her puffed-out pussy lips and came teasingly downward in jerky little bursts. Yeahhhhhh.
"Uhhhh-that's good cock!" she cried.
A loud moan from Meg. The dildo whipped swiftly, her body shook, her fits jiggled, and she went off. He watched the nuances of her good stuff vibrate her bod. Her vivid display of passion excited the hell out of him. Talk about both barrels.
"She sure gets it big!" Nola gurgled. "She really goes for you, stud."
Meg sagged in the chair, breathing deeply while she pumped the plastic pecker for the after-fun. Nola started her fuck-ride, and she was highly proficient-a few pokes, a few clenches of her nice, snug snatch, a soft whine of delight. He was up in where she lived, and she was having a ball.
"Mighty fine pussy," he breathed, his nuts already trying to knot up. Down babies, not for a long time. Maybe he'd be around longer than a few days. Nola dropped her upper body, he moved his hands from her fits to her ass, she bored her jugs at his chest, shuddering. She whispered unevenly into his left ear so Meg couldn't hear or see.
"I haven't had this much meat in me for ages! Jeeeesus, honey, I got it real bad for you"
"We'll talk later, baby," he murmured. "Enjoy."
"Ohh-I gotta get one now!" she panted. "Don't come yet!"
He tensed his prick, she shuddered, lifted her shoulders again and bucked into her finale. Her face twisted, her tits arched, her head went back and the delicious come-flutters of her cunt damn near sucked his seed. Her fierce shout filled the room. A squeal from Meg, swift creaks of the chair, and she joined her sister.
California black was something special, man...
* * *
Rod Burke stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips, and stared. Tal stood beside his bed in black bikini panties and spike heels, posed with her long thighs half-opened, her tits pushed forward.
"Jeeeesus!" he gasped, his shrunken penis swelling.
"Fran just told me we can catch a little any time we feel like it," she smiled.
"No shit?" he breathed.
She giggled, twitching nearer, pouting her full red mouth. He felt a slight dizziness. Triple-A pussy right at home! Fuuuuuck. He had thought about little else since that first piece of ass Tal-style. His mother had told him months ago to stop chasing that young stuff and find an older, sophisticated woman-but Tal certainly wasn't old. Experienced, yes!
"Uh, I was supposed to have a date with Kitten-"
"Call her and tell her, to cool it," Tal said. "Fran left the house, we've got it all to ourselves."
She glided in close, unfolded the towel and took his enlarging cock in her warm, soft pinkies. Sonofabitch!
"Get on the horn and give Kitten the word," she murmured, sliding her bare tittie cones across his chest. His cock was as hard as a bedpost, sap already leaking from the glans.
"Yeah," he muttered.
She let go of his crotch, patting him on the ass. He walked stiffly to the phone stand beside the bed. He dialed...
Kitten dropped the telephone receiver and uttered an ungirlish curse. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway? No guy had ever broken a date with her. She was decked out in her tightest pants, fashion boots and tailored shirt that cuddled every contour of her pretty boobs. That fuckhead! she scowled inwardly.
The only answer was that some chick was giving him pussy. Plenty of them were after him, he was popular as hell. Even Trudy thought she, Kitten, was putting out. These young horses wouldn't use any rubbers, they just didn't give a shit some girl would always let 'em in raw, and then take a cola douche, or some other risky routine. Or be on the pill.
That took months to work, and her mother would quake in her jeans. Kitten had seen a film on abortion at school, and it had scared the ass off of her. Girl-fucking was really the only answer, right now. Tal had made it simply far-out.
Rod had said he wasn't calling from home, but Kitten doubted that. She'd drive over there and find out, anyway. Could the girl be Trudy? She was on the pill. Somebody was getting it. Girls could be such big liars.
Anyway, she wanted to see Tal again. Seemed like she was always at home. A beautiful number like her not getting cock was just a crime. Kitten was surprised the blonde had come over here the day before. I sure want more of THAT!
The only cars in the Burke driveway belonged to Rod and Tal. Fran wasn't around, evidently. Kitten parked and a sudden suspicion touched her. A sexy young stud and a hot blonde, living in the same house, his mother gone. Sure, Tal was a lot older than Rod, but not all that much- She entered the house quietly. A soft girlish laugh, the sound of a door closing. Silence. Kitten crept up the curved stairway; she knew the big house intimately. Rod's room was just down the hallway. Another laugh behind his door, and it belonged to Tal.
Damn them. They'd done a lot of whispering at the beach yesterday, too. How long has this been going on? She sneaked up to the door, listened.
"Uhhh-Jeeeesus!" came Rod's excited voice.
"Sure feels good up in here, huh?" Tal giggled. "Now, try not to go off so quick, stud. Give the girl a chance to have her fun."
Giving him lessons, is she! Kitten seethed inside. He sure as hell needs 'em. Kitten adored letting him fool around, getting her hands on his cock, all the neat foreplay-but he always got hot before she did. Sometimes she jacked him to slow it up a little.
The sighing of the bed flamed in Kitten's senses. He had it in, and if it was up and in, Tal must be fucking him! She sure could move that ass. A few faint creaks, a long pause. Giggles, his deep laugh.
Kitten was getting a wet little snatch, her hips were curling forward, her nipples itched. Even her ears started ringing. How could she hate them? She had pussy-teased Rod too long. Tal was taking what was available, good hard cock.
She pressed her ear hard against the door-it suddenly moved, she lost her balance and tumbled side-ways into the bedroom! The panel had just been ajar, not closed- Two gasps from the bed, where Tal was perched on top of Rod, and Kitten scrambled to her feet, blushing furiously.
"I-I'm sorry!" she blurted. "I mean-ohhhh, shit!" She ran for the doorway.
"Kitten!" Tal said, loudly. "Get back in here! You might as well have some fun, too."
Kitten paused, her thoughts spinning. She had to go back and get her handbag, lying on the floor-so why the hell not stay! Her cheeks still flamed, but her pussy was still wet. Two girls, one guy. Jeeeeeese!
"Well-if it's okay-" she blurted.
"Honey, close the door and relax," Tal encouraged. "Go down and get a drink if you want to. We can have a party... " Rod's cock began to stiffen again. Ke-riiiist! Tal had not even moved, she'd kept his shriveled prick up in there. That cute redhead tumbling into the room, sprawling on the floor-it was enough to chill a man's nuts!
Kitten closed the door, seized her handbag, and ran to the john, shutting herself in. Tal giggled, writhing her ass as his prick gained its strength again.
"Don't worry, Rod," she murmured, leaning down. "Let her get used to the plan. She'll get it nice and fresh and be out here all ready in no time."
"Yeah, but she won't fuck!" he breathed.
"Well, you can play with it and eat it and fuck me, tiger," Tal purred, starting to thrust. "She'll get tired of saving that cherry one of these days, and do something about it."
"How do you know she's a virgin?" Rod asked.
"Baby, girls just know these things. Come on, hold my tits. I'm going to get one. And don't you dare go off!"
This couldn't be better if I'd planned it, Tal thought. Young hard cock and a sweet tender pussy! I'll fuck my brains out. I knew she'd be back for more, I got her off real goooood. She's hooked. Time she grew up a little.
At that moment, just as Tal was humping toward her peak, Kitten stepped out of the john, wearing boots and panties. What a delightful vision of pulchritude! Rod grinned, Tal hunched faster. Ahhhhh! Ohhh, yes! Her clit hardened, her tits swelled, her breath drew in, she bucked into her short strokes...
Kitten stared open-mouthed. She'd never seen a couple fucking, and she wondered whether her parents went at it like this, female on top. She never heard them. Probably had their fun when she was away, or at parties. After so many years of marriage maybe they didn't fuck at all anymore.
She'd watched Tai have her goodies, felt the thrust of her cunt at Kitten's cunt, felt the dreamy quick stings of delight-but somehow Tal was getting more out of it on a cock. Well, prick was supposed to be better!
"Uhhhh-ohhhh-OHHHH!" Tal cried, her ass whipping, her tits arched out into Rod's hands. Rod looked dazed, like he was ready to come, too. But he didn't!
Tal finished her climax and dropped her upper body down on Rod's chest, his hands went to her rear end, which still was thrusting slowly. Kitten knew how good that was, the thrills after getting off. Her pussy was leaking, the crotch of her bikini panties was a goo-slick mess. She lowered them to the floor, then sat in a chair and removed her boots.
"Too bad you can't get it like this, honey," Tal giggled, looking over at Kitten.
"I-I got no protection!" Kitten exclaimed. Jeeeese!"
"That's your problem," Tal cooed, looking very smug and relaxed. "Lots of ways to be safe."
Kitten hated to say what she uttered next, but she was desperate. "Well you can fuck me, Tal! Please!"
Tal kissed Rod on the throat. "You could do with a rest, stud. I'll play with Kitten a while. You'd like to see that, I'll bet."
"Yeahhhh!" he grinned.
Kitten shuddered, watching Tal lift her hips, seeing that big shiny, wet cock emerge from the blonde's puffed-out cunt. It was about the sexiest thing Kitten had ever seen. Her pussy ached as it never had before, she wanted to leap over there and drive that virile shaft up into her cunt, regardless!
This was a regular hell scene,. knowing she wouldn't get any cock. He didn't want, her knocked up, either. He had told her that several times. He was more considerate than most of those young assholes she had dated. He had told her to get on the pill, even though her mother was dead-set against it.
Shit, she was of age, she could go see a doctor any time she cared to. He had even offered to use rubbers. She knew now why so many girls got knocked up; they wanted the feel of the real McCoy, they wanted to keep a boyfriend any possible way.
Rod crawled from the bed, gazing at Kitten's pussy, and went into the john, closing the door. Tal curled her finger at Kitten. The young girl ran to the bed, shivering with pure lust. She slid down at Tal's left side, the blonde fit her right hand on Kitten's pussy, their mouths met, their tongues stabbing, coiling. Ohhhh, things were heating up fast, fast, faster!
As Tal's finger started into her cunt, Kitten started her goodies! Furious hot lances of pure pleasure seemed to gush from her clit, her hips bucked, she squealed fiercely.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh-Jeeeeeesus!"
Long, pounding, heavenly seconds later she softened, panting heavily. What a way to come, what a lot of funnnnn! Tal made everything so right, so utterly wonderful...
CHAPTER SIX
"How's your marriage going, honey?" Fran Burke asked Liii Lawton.
They sat in the lounge of the Torre Pines Country Club, where they often met on Sunday afternoons. Neither was heavy into golf, although Lili liked tennis, and she had the lean, racy figure for it. Rance had gone to L.A. for some kind of high-echelon FBI conclave.
"Couldn't be better," Lili smiled. She rolled her eyes expressively. She looked younger than her twenty-four years, her rich brown hair was cut becomingly short. Her small, perky tits, sans bra, stretched the red T-shirt; her pants were snug, too.
Men Rane's age love that young, fresh stuff, Fran thought. Money of their own, too. That never hurts any! Good family. If she knew I was fucking her husband she'd flip out!
"New hasn't worn off yet, huh?" Fran laughed.
Lili blushed, she did that easily. She toyed with her cola. Neither drank much liquor. "The way you say things!"
"I've been there, honey," Fran smiled. If she's really that good, he wouldn't be humping me. Strange how some of her ideas changed as she grew into middle-age, although thirty-six wasn't too bad. She was enjoying sex more than she ever had and, like it or not, she was thinking about broadening her base, as it were-fucking a woman or two.
Losing her head over Rance was ridiculous, he was not much older than she. If Lili didn't turn out, he'd get another fairly young thing in the house. Young, eager beaver all over the place, and some of them went for cunt.
The idea of getting some from Lili had occurred to her before. Neat touch, fucking them both, although she doubted she'd ever establish a threesome situation. Lili really was extremely naive. Fran had to admit she had considered trying to make it with her very sexy and frustrated houseguest, Tal Allison. She knew how the ball bounced.
Although Tal was discreet and secretive about it, Fran knew she was getting her fun with Terri Salmon, the girl next door. When Terri dropped over, she couldn't take her eyes off Tal. Fran had tried it in her very late teens, and nothing much had happened. Now, older, wiser and husbandless, she kept saying to herself, Why not?
"You should have a boyfriend, Fran," Lili said.
"I'll tell you a little secret, honey," Fran murmured. "I do-but I can't show up in public with him. He's married."
"Shame on you!" Lili giggled. She sipped at her cola and sighed. "Why is it men feel like they have to slip around-when they have a wife at home?"
"It's the beast in them, I guess. But some girls like variety, too." Fran looked at Lili's tittie pouts and she blushed again. Did she and Rance have a bedroom problem? He never talked about Lili in a sexual way; he was a gentleman.
"Say," Lili smiled. "On the way through town I saw a sign at the Palm Tree Club. 'Duo Strip.' What is that?"
"Girls and guys both stripping," Fran laughed. "That way everybody sees what they like."
Lili giggled. "There's an afternoon show, Fran. Let's go. I've never seen any kind of thing like that."
"I'm surprised at you," Fran laughed. "Okay, we'll do it."
Half an hour later they had a table in the club, far back from the stage. The up-front seats had been taken much earlier. Waitresses were busy taking orders, Fran and Lili decided to have martinis. Fran saw none of their country-club friends, not that it really mattered. Bare flesh wasn't much of a novelty anymore, some of the regional beaches offered nude shows every warm afternoon.
The crowd here was almost wholly female. Something different in a jaded society. Fran knew the odor of grass, it was being burned here quite openly. None of that shit for her. Or smack, either. It was a one-way street to hell. Dean had impressed that on her very early on.
A roll of drums, a crash of cymbals, and two of the performers appeared, a rather plump pretty brunette and a huge, well-muscled black male. Neither one would have to take off much clothing. As they began undulating and removing bits of cloth, Lili leaned forward, totally fascinated.
"She sure can move her hips!" Lili breathed, staring.
"Looks like the guy's got a huge cock," Fran giggled.
"Are they actually going to do it on stage?" Lili asked above the din.
"I think there's an ordinance against public screwing," Fran laughed. The girl was now down to very mini red panties, the man wore only an abbreviated jockstrap. The usual cries of "Take 'em off" came from down front.
The suspense was heightened by more drum rolls, while the performers pranced and moved their hips in coital thrusts-and finally the finale. The girl had no pubic hair. The man had at least a foot of thick dark prick dangling halfway to his knees. A burst of feminine shouts and applause.
"Ohhhh-wow!" Lili cried.
"How'd you like to take all that meat?"
Fran laughed.
* * *
In the Lawton rec room, Lili mixed two more martinis. Her hands were unsteady, a faint flush still showed on her throat. The show had given Fran very few tingles, but she was turning on now, watching the pretty stiff nipples beneath Lili's jersey. Fran wore jeans and a blouse, high heels. Minimum undies, and she could not go around with her boobs hanging loose, like the younger females. They didn't firm out until she was heated up good. The two moved to a sofa to have their cocktails.
"Well, here we are, all turned on, and nobody to screw," Fran smiled. The gin was reaching her.
"Too bad Rance isn't here!" Lili giggled. "I didn't think it would have such an-effect on me."
"I do have one idea," Fran murmured, rolling the green olive between her lips. "Did you ever watch another female have her goodies on her fingers?"
Lili almost dropped her glass, a deep flush coloring her throat. "Fran-that's awful!"
"Oh, relax," Fran smiled. "I know this group of middle-aged women who get together about once a month to play cards and drink, and gossip. They bring in an entertainer, a cute showgirl, and she fucks herself with a dildo. When she leaves, the women undress, form a circle on the floor, spread out and masturbate. The one who comes first wins a prize."
"Filthy!" Lili gasped. "Do you belong?"
Fran laughed. "No, that's for broads about forty five or older. If they have fun, why not?"
Lili gulped her martini, then put the glass down on the coffee table. "You mean-we should do it?"
"I never did, but I'd try it, with you... "
Lili had a wet pussy. She and Fran often talked frankly about men and sex, and her friend had even offered a few hints that had helped her enjoy Rance more. Especially in bed. But things today had moved into an entirely new direction-fun between women.
Of course it went on, more openly than before-but in Plattville, Iowa, her hometown, girls were supposed to like boys, and that was that. All this openness about sex here in California had been something of a shock to her when Rance had brought her here. She had even been a virgin!
Before their marriage. Her parents had never forgiven her for marrying a man nearly twice her age, and she had not dared to tell them that he'd had a vasectomy years before. They did not understand the new outlook. Not worrying about getting pregnant made things so much better!
He was so gentle and considerate with her. Before the wedding she had learned to climax from heavy petting, and her responses had excited him. That first penetration had been heavenly! He was no midget in the cock department, either.
He had trained her carefully until now. After a year and a half, she felt she was a pretty fair "lay." From her one or two climaxes twice a week or so, he had improved her until she could come three or four times during each encounter-a dozen nice peaks in a week. Dream stuff! When her periods happened, she just hated it. She adored being on top.
Now Fran wanted to strip down so they could see one another use her hands on her own bod. And where would it go from there? Fran had a lover; she, Lili, had a husband I haven't played with myself since before my marriage, Lili thought, shivering. I did that time Rance was away for a week in Chicago. It was real good, too. When I climaxed, I imagined his cock was pulsing inside me. I'll have to today! As soon as she leaves! At least, I don't feel guilty about it anymore. Sometimes Rance asks me to play with my clit just before he runs his cock in. Ohhhhh!
"Well-I guests we could try it," she breathed, her face hot.
"Good!" Fran giggled. "I'm really hot and horny!"
Lili shivered, stood, and began undressing, more slowly than Fran. What a nice full set she had, all rounded and jaunty inside that lacy bra. Small wonder that Rance liked to look at her; after having Fran to dinner or over for drinks he was always a more passionate lover.
She knew men fantasized about other women, even Dear Libby said so. And some girls fantasized about other men, too. It seemed to be good for the love glands, though women apparently were more romantic about their erotic dreams.
"We'd better go in the bedroom," Lili said, pointing to a door just off the rec room.
"You're the hostess," Fran laughed. She was naked now, and removed the rest of her clothing. Maybe this wasn't Fran's first lez connection. That beautiful blonde Tal had been visiting there a long time, she didn't have a boyfriend.
Something very curious about Tal, secretive. Rance seemed to know her, or who she was, but Lili was used to secrets-Rance dealt with them continually, it was part of his work. He was top FBI man in the Santa Barbara area, and supervised part of the far-flung L.A. operation, too.
And Fran was a widow because Dean had been killed in the line of duty. Was Tal hiding out? The fact that Rance carried a gun part of the time was not reassuring, either. He also had perfect excuses for being gone from home a lot. "Official business," he frequently announced.
In the bedroom Lili decided to sit on the edge of the bed, and Fran took a chair so they were facing each other. Fran spread her thighs wide, showing her whole crotch, and started fondling her nice rounded breasts.
"You're still uptight, honey," Fran giggled. "Come on, open up and enjoy."
"Oh, if Rance ever found out-"
"Sweetie, he won't. Unless you tell him."
Lili shivered, moved her thighs apart and slid her right hand down to her pussy. Fran giggled, doing the same. Her pretty dark nipples were stiff, and wetness showed along her dark-bordered crevice. She had a mature beauty that Lili hoped she'd possess at that age. She commenced moving her fingertips on her clitoral area, her left hand remaining on her tits.
"Ohh, funnn!" Fran giggled, hunching her hips.
Surprising tingles of excitement started in Lili's pussy as she did her thing. She liked a finger on her clitoris, so she could roll it. She loved thrusting, too. Screwing on top of Rance was just terrific!
"Ever use a dildo?" Fran laughed.
"Nooo!" Lili breathed. She was turning on faster than she had ever imagined. Her nipples were sharpening as she employed her left hand, although she seldom did this when she was alone. Rance loved them, he called them her Junior Miss boobs. A sprinkling of freckles seemed to please him.
"I sure like this!: Fran exclaimed. "Are you getting there, honey?"
"Well, yesss," Lili breathed, her fingers moving faster. "But I don't think I can-climax!"
"Well, I'm gonna have one!" Her hips arched high, she wiggled her finger-ends very swiftly, her face set in a kind of flushed rigidity, her lips parted, her left hand gripping her left breast very tightly.
Her nice full thighs stiffened, she whined loudly, a series of vivid tremors ran along her lovely figure, and suddenly she had it! Her hips jerked upward, and a finger slid into her swollen cunt. It whipped in and out, in and out.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh!" she whimpered.
A wave of intense need gripped Lili's being, and now her own playing hand jiggled, she felt her tender clit stiffen, her hips lifted, her long thighs opened very wide, and the sensuous vision of Fran having her fun drew Lili to the crest of her own lust. Things were happening, not like ever before! She yelled at the intensity of the sugary pangs that swept her crotch...
Can't make it, my ass! Fran thought, watching Lili do her thing. She loves it! Her cunt's just drooling, she's having a biggie! What a pretty, sexy cunt!
Lili dropped her shoulders back on the bed, her hips thrusting in slow cadence as she finished her goodies. Fran rushed over and almost leaped between those wide-apart long legs, pasting her still-shivery cunt to Lili's cunt.
Lili gasped, then gripped Fran as though she already knew this would happen. Lili's crotch pushed up, and Fran could feel her tingling clitoris make contact with the younger woman's spike, and they rested there, panting. How sweet to hold and be held at a moment like this! The juicy, hot, slick mash of their cunts was like nothing else Fran had ever known.
"You sweet thing, you!" Fran breathed, hunching.
"We-weren't supposed to do this!" Lili whispered.
"I know, but I'm getting a kink in my ass," Fran giggled. "In the middle of the bed, honey-move it!"
They broke apart, Lili quickly positioned herself in the desired spot, and Fran joined their bodies again.
"Oh, you feel so good, darling!" Lili breathed. Her legs wrapped around Fran's ass, her tittles arched upward.
"Now, we're going to take our time and have some terrific goodies," Fran giggled. "You're the first girl I ever really wanted to screw."
"Seems real natural," Lili purred, hunching upward.
"Women have been fucking each other for centuries," Fran said. "I read about it, once. Egyptian women were enjoying it about four-thousand years ago. Stone dildos have been found in some of the tombs."
"Did you ever use one?" Lili giggled.
"Nooo. Don't think I haven't considered it!"
"Mmmmm-let's do it sometime, honey," Lili breathed. "I mean-it wouldn't go soft."
They both laughed.
"What Rance doesn't know won't hurt him, huh?" Lili.said. "I think he's getting some on the side."
Yes, he's fucking me, Fran thought. And I'm getting some of his nice young wife's pussy. Maybe we can have a threesome. I love this!
"Men often do," Fran said. "It's the nature of the brute. Girls on the make prefer older, sophisticated guys who won't talk. Mainly because they're already married."
Fran started thrusting again, their mouths wet, their tongues chased back and forth, and Lili began drawing her legs back like she was taking cock. Their cunts mashed together more intimately. The stings of delight quickened, Fran stroked up to a minor height of enjoyment and rested.
She was surprised that she could be so cool and in charge of the situation-but it very certainly was not as good as taking prick. On the other hand, Lili was shivering and responding like crazy, she was really going for it. Her avid hunger blossomed Fran's need, she . hunched with a lot more authority. Lili broke the kiss, a hard shudder ran through her upper body, her hips lifted higher.
"Ohh, ohhh-Fran, honey! Do it, do it!"
Fran was not quite ready, but Lili was beginning her fun. She squirmed and panted, her fingers digging into Fran's shoulders. Fran gasped and fucked very swiftly, their cunt juices jiggling together with juicy, cloying sweetness.
"Ohh-ohhh-ohhhhh-OHHHH!" Lili cried, her leggy body shaking. Fran felt the aching burn of her own climax arriving. It was coming out of her slit, not from deep inside, but it was coming! She bucked wildly, their tits jousted together, and it was Fran's turn to shout.
"Uhhhhhhh-come off in me!"
No girl could ever get off in her, but it was what she cried out sometimes with Rance. The twinges were almost painful, rippling up her thighs, pulsing from the tip of her girlie-prick. Her vagina wanted to grip and clasp, and there was nothing to tighten around...
Oh, damn, this is beautiful! Lili thought, sailing joy-fully into her after-thrills. I know Lance is fucking her, and if he has to hump somebody I'm glad it's her! I've been wanting to try this for years. I love, love, love it!
She'd liked Fran the moment they'd met more than a year earlier, but that liking had not turned into Something more until she'd heard Rance blurt out her name in a dream in bed. That he had fucked Lili only a few hours earlier had made the moment a bad one, but she had recovered, and perhaps what had been latent inside her began to bloom; she started looking at Fran in a different way. She realized she wanted to make it with her!
Of course, she liked being cock-fucked much better, she really was nuts about Rance. She had suspected right away, even during the courtship, that she was not satisfying him totally in bed-but he'd been a darling, extremely patient with her. He had got her maiden-head.
She still felt rather dike a child bride, still learning some of the niceties of enjoying sex, and loving every stroke-but she sensed he could use a lot more sliding and jabbing. He was really slow to come, and sometimes she was really pooped when he did go off inside her.
I certainly made it fast enough with Fran! she thought, trembling in her triumph. This doesn't take so much out of me! It 's a whole different kind of funnnn!
Her legs slid along Fran's thighs, she wound them around the sensual brunette's behind and hunched up playfully.
"Ohhh, this is goooood!"she giggled.
"Very good," Fran purred, meeting Lili's thrusts. "In fact, let's go for seconds!"
"As long as we've gone this far we might as well enjoy it!" Lili breathed. "I just hope Rance won't want any tonight."
"You can always have a headache, honey" Fran giggled. "I've heard that this stuff kind of peps up a marriage."
"I bet you didn't read that in Dear Libby's column," Lili said.
They both laughed-and began to fuck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I get off at four, honey," the dark-haired waitress said to Tal. "I can show you as much fun as any damn man."
It was Tuesday afternoon. Fran had taken a cab down to the Seagate Lounge, and had found a small table where she had a fine view of the Pacific. The cute dark waitress named Joni had been hanging around, displaying her abundance of T and A. The place was not that busy.
"Bring me another martini and I'll consider it," Tal smiled. "You a man-hater?"
"I always get pricks," she murmured, dimpling. Leaning over this way, her boobs were ready to fall out of her snug decolletage. "Liars, every damn one!"
Tal flirted a little, letting her tits push forward and up in her tight pink jersey. It was so damn good to get out of Fran's house, even for a short while, to be by herself. The party with Rod and Kitten had been exciting, but they were so juvenile. Tal needed a man.
Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail again, she wore dark glasses, casual clothes, no makeup. But everyone had stared the moment she walked in. The jersey was too tight. She still was too conspicuous for someone hiding out.
Even with his mother's permission to fuck him, Rod was just a kid. Stop-gap cock, she thought. She hadn't touched him since Sunday, and she hoped she would not get that hard-up again.
At that moment a man came into the lounge, glanced only casually her way, and moved to the bar. Now there was a stud. Good tight buns, wide shoulders, height about six-feet-two, and he had enough maturity to be interesting, if not fascinating.
He looked Italian, and her clit did a little tingle thing. Reminded her somewhat of Cal, but he was bigger. She felt the dominant manner even at fifty feet. Somehow, she knew he would be superlative in bed-and the good-looking girl behind the bar almost drooled. She had a big pair, too.
"Jeeesus," Joni murmured. "Would I love to lay him."
"I thought you liked pussy," Tal smiled.
"Not if there's a real animal around, honey," Joni giggled. "Bring your cocktail back in a sec." She wiggled over to her station, and the stud gave her a cool appraisal. Then he looked past her at Tal. His glance seemed to reach right down to her cunt. She stared out of the window again. Her clit itched.
Joni brought the martini and murmured. "The big animal said this is on him"
"Tell him he can come over and join me," Tal said, pushing a fiver into Joni's hand. Joni winked and twitched away. Tal knew this was dangerous, talking to strangers; and coming in a bar to be picked up was a cheap stunt. Doubly risky. But right now her pussy was doing all the talking.
He took his time, and up closer he looked more rugged than handsome, but oh, did he have it. In a minute her cunt would be leaking into her fancy bikini panties. He sat smoothly, and a vision of the big bulge in his pants remained in her mind even after it was hidden beneath the table.
"I don't often get a nibble from a beauty like you, Miss." His voice was sexy, too-deep, self-assured. His dark eyes were somewhat disappointing, though. They penetrated her, but she could not see behind his, as though awful secrets lurked there.
"Well, thank you," she smiled, taking a sip of her fresh martini. He had brought his drink with him. The dark hair on the backs of his hands actually made her want to open her thighs. She wanted those strong fingers exploring her bod. She bit her lip, glanced away again, feeling a flush on her throat. How utterly ridiculous! she thought.
"What do we call ourselves?" he smiled.
"I'm Tal."
"Mario here. You a model or something, Tal?"
She reached for her glass and nearly tipped it over. "Uh, nooo. Just visiting friends here."
"Midwest, right?" he said.
"Oh, the way I speak. Sort of-Let's get out of here, okay? That waitress wants to lay you the worst way."
He shrugged, like he'd seen dozens like her. She finished her cocktail, he left his drink half-consumed, and they moved outside. Seagulls wheeled overhead, a breeze had come up. He led her to a new-looking Camaro with a California license...
Mario Lozzi knew his cockhead was already swelling. This was like plucking ripe fruit. He was going to fuck her before he killed her. If she was as foxy as she looked, he might enjoy a lot of it. Class, he thought. She'd been Cal Rossi's piece, and he always got the best. Mario had never met Rossi, the big-shot attorney was too high up in the hierarchy. But everybody in the know knew who the fuck he was. A real brainy guy.
Mario opened the car door and steered Miss Long Legs into the seat. What an ass, what a set. He'd fuck his brains out. He moved in under the wheel, sniffing her perfume and pussy aromas. The outline of her cunt in those casual pants made his fingers fumble with the ignition key.
He'd had enough of Nola Orway and her nympho younger sister. Nola had earned her bonus. She went ape around his big, thick Hiner, but somehow blondes excited his nuts in a very special way. Honking them both was too much, man.
He drove straight to his motel, and she said hardly a word. He had learned a valuable lesson in his early days-when you had yourself sold, shut up, or you could miss the whole deal. With the dark glasses off he could see her eyes, hazed with desire. Surely she hadn't been on the wagon since the FBI had whisked her away. No girl should go that long without it.
His motel was not the Hilton, and it wasn't in Watts, either. Holiday Inn should be good enough even for a number ten. Five minutes after parking they were in his room, the door locked. His hands trembled. You never really knew till you horsed your meat home, felt her go off.
"Nice," she smiled, tossing her handbag on the vanity.
"I can order another drink from the bar here, Tal."
She shook her head, slid in against him, and flattened her cunt mound on his swelling cock-lump. She hunched, tilting her head, her right hand unfastening his shirt. She exposed his mat of chest hair, laced her fingers through it. Her tongue shot out, retreated. She pouted her ripe full lips.
He liked a bold, assured cunt. He was a dominant type himself. She had not wasted a lot of time on preliminary bullshit, or silliness. She liked his looks, she was after his cock. With his chest bared, she lifted her jersey and pushed her bare, shapely, rose-crested tits into his hairy chest, hunching again.
"Mmmmm-goooood!" she giggled.
"Damn good," he grinned. He cupped her exquisitely rounded asscheeks with his hands. As her long thighs opened, he ran his best finger up the line of her crevice, from behind. Her tongue wiggled forward, and at last their mouths joined, tentatively and then with tongue-stroking vigor.
Her arms slid around his neck, he let her assert herself. His cockhead already burned, it was high along his belly. She had a fine way of kissing, moving back until just the tongues engaged, then the full-mouth mash. She hunched and whined...
Tal's pussy was drooling. How utterly wonderful to find a real stud so suddenly, just when I need one the most! Her tender, stiff nipples wanted to bore through his hair and right into his flesh. His hands on her ass were fantastic! He was letting her be aggressive, the way Cal had trained her to be. These Latin men knew what rang a hot girl's bell!
At last she let go of his mouth, and backed toward the bed. She was trembling, a sweet hungry ache suffusing her loins. She was afire as she had not been with Rod. Mario would be only the third man to mount her-and she hoped to hell this was not just a one-time lay. She didn't know one thing about him, and maybe that was best.
He undressed casually, and she quickly stripped until she wore only her half-nylons. She was ashamed of her wet-crotched panties. In the middle of the wide bed, on her ass, she spread her thighs and invited him with tongue and tits and pussy. He 'grinned, went into the john and returned with two towels.
His cock was all she had known it would be... high, hard and thick, with a beautiful large knob, untouched by any surgeon's scalpel. Cal had told her once that he felt sorry for all those circumcised men. His balls were larger than Cal's. She had to stop the comparisons!
He crawled astraddle of her, and for a second she thought he was going to mount right away-if she would open and angle her legs back. But he just poised there and started kissing her tits and nipples, his rigid prick almost touching her hungry cunt.
She reached down and closed her right hand on it, shivering. Beautiful! Her nipples were peaking and tingling, he was wonderful with them, his lips circling around on her puffy flesh before he glided a nipple up into his mouth.
"Play my knob on your clit," he murmured between kisses. His hips lowered so she could bring his glans to her hot spot. Cal had never done this, and of course Rod hadn't. She nodded and began her prick-and-clit play. Ohhhhh, dreamy!
She spread her legs as far as his knees would permit, and shivered with lust. The man-cock right against the girl-prick. The rich male aroma from his loins, his mouth still drawing stings from her breasts, the honeyed nuances as she teased and paused, played and waited, filled her with delight. How nice to let her gauge her responses!
"Come when you're ready," he breathed around the nipple.
Cal had usually finger-played her to a few crests before they fucked, and she'd loved it, but initiating the titillations was much more fun. She was dying for the first one, every nerve in her crotch ached for the shot, but still she delayed the pinnacle.
His leakage and her pussy juices were wetting the whole clitoral area, and she sneaked the knob down lower once or twice, tantalizing herself. She wiggled his knob again, ohhh, again. She felt the swifter rise of her need, and she knew she had to finish!
"Ohhh, God!" she moaned, whipping his glans at her clit.
He trembled, his cockhead tensed, he drew her left tit-peak up far into his mouth, and she went off. Searing little stabs of joy chased up her thighs, down from her breasts, her clit pulsed, and she shouted!
Oh, the twinges of release were the best she had known in years! Terri, Kitten and even Rod faded into minor, second-rate characters in her search for sexual fulfillment. Here was a man even more appealing than Cal had ever been! Her clit and pussy, her tits and mouth all knew it.
She was flushed and shaken and almost afraid of her wild, furious responses! As she felt the sugary after-thrills feed her hungers, as she finally quieted, panting with joy, he nuzzled her breasts again and sat back on his heels, smiling. She hated letting go of his cock!
"You're as hot as you look, Tal."
"I needed that!" she giggled. Spreading her thighs, she rotated her ass on the bed, angling her juicy cunt upward. "I'm glad. Aren't all girls?"
"Hell, no. That's a very pretty pussy."
"Love your cock," she purred, wishing he'd continue. He grinned, started fondling the flesh of her inner thighs, creeping his fingers slowly inward, his dark, rather empty eyes feasting on her face and body. A sweet glow enveloped her, every touch tingled her. When he finally caressed her cunt with gentle touches, the thrills quickened just beautifully.
Up and down her crevice, creeping inward, rubbing her urethra, a very tender spot she titillated when she had her relief alone, and then boldly into her vagina. She shivered, thrusting on it, staring at his prick, enveloped in a sweet daze of anticipation. He was a big cat playing with her mouse.
Finally his head lowered, and he kissed along her belly toward her vee. She adored being eaten. Cal had spent almost as much time nibbling her as he had fucking her. He'd said her pussy smelled like magnolias in bloom and tasted better.
But instantly she knew Mario was more experienced. His lips were gentle and assured, his hands sliding beneath her ass, as her legs angled back, had more purpose-and before she knew it a fat pillow was lifting her hips. She was all doubled up for taking prick. And was she ready for it!
His lips spread the flesh at her clit, they surrounded it, he began to suck it, gently and with circular motions. Heaven! Her clitoris stiffened, he squeezed her ass, and the tingles of erotic delight fanned through her loins. One of his hands withdrew from her buttocks, she felt his play-finger slip smoothly into her cunt.
"God, that's good!" she breathed, her nipples already peaked high, swollen rosebuds waiting for more attention.
He teased her. No one had ever done such a heavenly job of lifting her almost to her orgasm, then pausing carefully while the stings of joy chased through her body. She could do it herself, but it was never the same, never as intense.
A few finger-slides, a few little sips at her clit, and each time her legs quivered, her breasts pushed higher, and her inner vagina ached for cock! She was not sure how long he made her wait, torn between wanting to come on his finger and lips and wanting to climax around his prick.
Even she could not drag the fun out this long! Her nerves screamed for release.
"Ohhh-please, Mario-fuck me!" she cried, her arms flopping on the bed.
He moved swiftly. She didn't have to steer his dick in, it knew where to go! Angled high, he drove his meat to the very core of her cunt, and the first hard, stinging throbs of her orgasm drew a shout from her throat! Her twat gripped his manhood with quick, convulsive clampings. The pounds of erotic joy raged through her loins, along her thighs, up to her swollen tits, even her puffy lips.
She felt her labia quivering around the thick root of his prick, his big balls dangling against her vaginal entrance, and now the heat of his lips around her left nipple, and her after-waves of delight swept her senses in luscious slower cadence. The nuances trembled her entire body...
Goooood cuuuuunt, Mario thought, kissing her other nipple, tensing his meatpole. She doesn't come off like Nola or Meg, but a pussy this good-looking doesn't have to. Making it with a girlie-magazine kind of cunt counts for a lot.
He had no fear of getting off too soon. The black sisters had pulled more semen out of him than he usually gave, and he wouldn't dump his load in Tal until she'd had almost enough.
Settling down on her, his chest against her fine, firm tits, he kept his sword in there. Her long legs wound around his ass, she had leverage now to come up, and she did just that.
"My God," she breathed again. "You're clear up in my liver!"
"Nice snug pussy," he murmured in her ear. Half-truth, half-lie; they all got loose after a few orgasms. Orientals were the only ones he'd humped with naturally small twats.
"Who are you, Mario?" she whispered, shivering.
"A professional lover," he said, lightly.
"I knew it!" she wailed. "I'm going to have to pay for it."
"Kidding," he chuckled. He stroked a couple of times, lifted up, and she watched his cock emerge from her box. Her flushed face showed her fascination. She'd finally had a man in her, and he knew now that Cal Rossi was not as well-hung as he'd heard.
He settled down at her right side, his good hand cupping her cunt, his upper palm on her clit, his middle finger touching her urethra. She was purring like a Kitten, her right hand gripping his prick. She eased his foreskin back over the knob. Clever. Rossi or somebody had trained her well.
"Oh, this is almost as nice as fucking," she giggled, kissing his shoulder. "Do I come good enough for you?"
"Fine, fine," he grinned. "What's your limit?"
"Beast!" she giggled, squeezing his cock. "Right now I feel like I could come all afternoon and night."
"Been a while, huh?"
She sighed. "You just don't know! Jeeeesus! I've been trapped-" She stopped suddenly. "I hope we can date again!"
"I'll be around a while," he said.
"I might be leaving the country soon. I need lots more of this good stuff."
Fuck, Mario said inwardly. He might have to kill her sooner than he wished. He didn't have to report to Chicago until he'd succeeded, just as long as he did. A dangerous little fantasy crossed his mind. He could meet her in Singapore, Taiwan or some other remote spot, he had a nest egg tucked away in a numbered account in Nassau. Then the fuckers would be after him.
And he would tire of it, as he always did. The novelty of new pussy always wore off, no matter how beautiful or sexy. He had chosen his way of life years before, there was no turning back. In a couple of weeks he could surely get enough of this cunt. Still, it was a damn shame...
I wonder what he does do, Tal thought. The way he looks at me sometimes is a little scary.
"Penny for your thoughts," she said.
"I was thinking about how you'd be top-riding," he grinned.
"Love it!" she giggled. She shaped her lips into an O. "A little of this first?"
"Later, if it starts going soft."
They both laughed.
I don't give a damn what Rance says, she thought. I'm not leaving the country till this stallion calls it off. Maybe he'd follow me, we could fuck our brains out in any part of the world! Dream on, oh silly fool! Girls fall all over him, and if he isn't a gigolo, he sure could be.
After using the towel, she climbed above him, showing off a little, arching her tits and wiggling her ass-but she was so anxious to drive his cock up inside her that she fumbled and missed on the first attempt.
"Oh, damn!" she breathed, finding his cockhead, at last.
Slowly she snuggled it up into her cunt. His cock felt so awfully good that he whimpered, then stroked down hard. He smoothed his fingers across her out-jutting tits, her nipples turned a darker pink, her vagina tightened involuntarily. Ohhhhh!
Wipe away all the other stuff, drinks, flirting, fooling around, waiting-and you had this, the real thing, the stud-meat socked into the filly, the shivers of total pleasure that nothing else would ever replace! He'd had lots of girls, but right now she was on the top pillow, riding his tumid cock, stroking, stroking for the explosive fun to come...
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Are you sure you're not fucking Tal, darling?" Fran Burke asked Rance Lawton.
They sat in chairs on the Lawton patio, it was Friday evening, and Lili had gone in the house for fresh drinks. A beautiful evening, the weather warmer than usual. The girls wore bikinis, Rance was in swim trunks. The pool looked inviting, but no one had been in the water yet.
"Hell, no!" he answered, and it sounded genuine enough. "Between you and Lili-I've noticed a change in Tal, too"
"She's got a boyfriend, very secretive about it," Fran smiled, opening her thighs so he could see the shape of her cunt inside the hug of her bikini panty She would not tell Rance that Tal had fucked Rod. That thing had cooled, Rod was evidently getting his young rod into Kitten Oliver.
"Dangerous, going out, being seen," Rance said. "I expect word any day to take her out of the States, maybe to France. We know that at least one hit man is looking for her."
Fran shivered. She knew the scam, her late husband had been shot by a mobster. He'd never been caught. She couldn't blame �Pal for going out and getting a little; she was young, healthy and very beautiful. She needed cock.
I need a fuck tonight, too, Fran thought. But I sure can't get it with his wife around, hanging onto him. I haven't had his cock in me since before I got into Lili's panties. Damn it all!
Of course when Lili had invited her over for cocktails and a swim, Fran couldn't refuse. She adored being near Rance under any circumstances, and it was also a kind of exquisite torture. All the signs said Lili would get some husbandly cock to round out the evening, after Fran went home.
Lili appeared with a tray of martinis and a big silver shaker misted with frost. She took the chair between Rance and Fran, placing the tray on a round deck table in front of them. Her red bikini was more mini than Fran's, giving her a leggier appearance. Her halter appeared to be under-padded to give her Junior Miss tithes more thrust.
"My two favorite people," she giggled, sliding her tongue around the rim of her martini glass. She'd had two already, and showed it. "Fran, you could have brought a date."
"Darling, at my age I'm kind of out of the swim," Fran smiled. "This city is lousy with young, cute things on the make. A job, a car an apartment."
"I was sure lucky to get a nice experienced guy like Rance." Lili rolled her eyes. Her left hand dropped to his bare right leg, then traveled several inches toward his cock-bulge. She was gunned up and ready to ball right now.
"I'd better split," Fran said.
"Oh, don't, honey!" Lili exclaimed, giving Fran a look that would be a dead giveaway if Rance could see it. Maybe they weren't pulling his dick at all. He merely smiled.
Sure, the bastard. A young, limber-assed pussy at home and a hungry widow on the side. Fran had decided on one thing-when Tal was gone, a certain hard-up widow was going out after sex-male or female. Pussy was exciting. Getting cock once in a while from Rance was not enough.
"I don't want to watch you make out with Rance right here on the patio, honey," Fran said dryly.
"Have another drink, darling," Lili cooed. "I believe I'm getting an idea ..." Rance was enjoying this hugely. He knew they had fucked each other, probably would again. Girls would be girls, at any age. The amusing part was the way they tried to conceal their little fun thing; and if Lili didn't know by now that he was humping Fran she was pretty stupid.
One of his L.A. agents had married a much older but well-fixed widow, and in order to nail him she had agreed to find some young pussy for him, as long as she could be in on it. A new maid had solved the problem.
Fran would never agree to any kind of live-in setup; she was trying to be halfway respectable, with a son to raise. But-if she and Lili could just come out in the open with it, all three could have some great parties...
Lili finished her third martini, a lewd dangerous thought exciting her brain and pussy. As long as Rance was sneaking out and fucking Fran, as long as she and Fran were intimate... why not go the extra mile!
]I can't lose him! she thought. The night after Fran and I got it on, Rance gave me the best fuck of my life! He said I was the reason, I was real hot for him. Having the thing with Fran made me better at home! It isn't fair to her. She loves cock just as much as I do-Ranges cock!
The telephone rang. It was the red instrument that never sounded unless something big was developing. Lili swore under her breath. Damn! Rance moved away from the girls to answer. He nodded, scowled, dropped the receiver.
"Have to go," he said. "Emergency."
"Oh, shit!" Lili protested. "Just when-" She left her chair and pushed herself against him. "Can you be back soon, honey?"
"Looks like an all-night situation, pet." He caressed her ass, their mouths joined, and she drove her tongue into his mouth as far as she could. She hunched at his cock-lump, Fran giggled. Her clit just burned!
He pulled away, started toward the house. "Honey, give Fran a kiss, too. Please!"
He hesitated, then grinned. "Sure, why not?"
"Lili, are you sure this is okay?" Fran said, ever so innocently.
"And play with her tits, too," Lili exclaimed. "The way you kiss me-usually."
Rance moved to Frank chair, leaned over, took her up-tilted lips, and Lili knew his tongue was driving into her mouth, the muscles in his throat gave it away. His right hand went to her beautiful boobs, he cupped one and then the other; and they hung into it a long time. Lili it stiffened. She was not jealous! She adored watching them enjoy it!
They broke it up and Rance walked into the house, his cock up hard inside his trunks. Fran didn't look at Lili, but she was very stimulated, her nipples stood out sharply in her halter; she was breathing unevenly.
"You don't have to sneak around anymore, honey" Lili giggled. "I know you've been fucking him."
Fran bit her lip. "I was afraid of that-" She moved over to the table and poured herself a martini, her hand shaking. "I'm sorry, Lili-honest!"
"Hey, not to worry," Lili said. "We've had some fun! As soon as he leaves, lei% have a lot more. God, I'm horny!"
The moment Rance's car left the driveway they stood and walked into the house. They gripped one another, cunt mounds thrusting together, mouths dinging, tongues jabbing. Lili was feverish. She could tell Fran was just as turned on...
Sure as hell she was leading up to a threesome! Fran thought, shivering. I'm almost glad now he did have to leave! I'm not sure I could. He probably knows we've been flicking, too! At least, its out in the open and Lili's willing to share him.
They almost ran to the master bedroom. Inside, with one lamp revealing the luxurious boudoir where Rance and Lili had their pleasures, they quickly got rid of their Sexy bikinis. In the scramble on the bed, Lili moved on top, and Fran didn't really care who did the thrusting.
"Ohhhh, that's gooood!" Lili breathed, hunching her cute wet pussy into Fran's cunt. "Poor Rance, with that big hard-on and no place to soak it."
"Just fuck!" Fran gasped. "Get me off!"
* * *
Rance hummed a tune as he drove up in front of Janis Holton's huge mansion in the hills east of the city. Widowed almost two years now, Janis was one of the truly wealthy. Her husband had been in oil, and she still was, controlling huge bundles of shares in three major companies.
Three years earlier he had helped locate a relative of hers who had disappeared. She had never forgotten it. And for forty-five she was a damned good-looking number, a former showgirl in Vegas. She lived in grand style, three swimming pools-one for the hired help-who lived in a large villa at the rear. And she had let him know she was looking for someone to share her bed-on a permanent basis.
He was sick of the demands his job created. Janis had a "position" waiting for him in her Santa Barbara office. He would be moving into the heady big-money circles, where yachts and private jets were taken for granted.
There were two catches in this paradise. The first was that he could not be sure he could keep fucking the same woman indefinitely and do a good job on her, and the second catch was that he would be required to service a niece of Janis's, who was almost blind. Kim Guidry at nineteen was really not bad-looking, too plump, and she had everything in the world a girl her age could wish for except a boy-friend.
Rance had not yet flicked either one of them. Janis had rather old-fashioned ideas about fidelity. Before he got it in her she wanted him to sign an agreement that he would stop living with Lili and divorce her. The other agreement she was willing to sign would give him a terrific share of her income-as long as they remained married.
She needed a fairly handsome stud she could show off to her friends. He was only five years younger than she. She had grown accustomed to having a man in the house, she wanted him. He would resign his job with the FBI.
He had suggested once that if Kim was so hard-up it would be simple to hire her a gigolo once in a while. That was the only time he had known Janis to turn angry. Kim, she let him know, was :a very sensitive girl-and such actions would leave Janis open to blackmail and stinking publicity. How could you trust a damned professional prick!
Aside from his superiors, Janis was the only person knowing his very private number, and she never called just to visit. Tonight was the deadline. He either signed the fidelity agreement, or he was out.
Well, as fascinating as the situation was building at home, where Lili was ready to invite Fran in for some threesome action, he knew he would soon tire of that, too. He had been fucking both of them a long time already Lili had some money of her own, so did Fran, plus her dead husband's pension, plus money for concealing Tal Allison.
He would be leaving neither one of them flat on her ass. He liked new cunt, new bedroom adventures. He had been told by his superiors several times to stop thinking so much about sex and more about his work. Fuck 'em!
Tonight he was going to sign. Tonight he was going to fuck Janis, and probably Kim Guidry, too. When the divorce from Lili was final, he would marry one of the wealthiest cants in southern California. Yeahhhh!
There were always ways to sneak a little pussy on the side. Particularly when you had money, big money. His hands trembled as he walked up to the unlighted front door and rang the bell. He could easily picture Lili and Fran rubbing cunts and tits in the master bedroom. Good. He wished them no misfortune.
If a threesome did develop, he could handle it. In previous such parties he had usually squirted too soon, and had not given either girl a good, solid fucking. The only pussy he wished he could get at before he settled in with Janis was Tal Allison's. No chance. That was some choice, young tender cunt...
Janis Holton heard the chime of the doorbell and her clitoris lifted, a rich tremor enveloping her loins. He was here, he was going for it! She wore sleek purple velvet lounging pajamas that had cost her a bundle. Her long, wavy, golden-blonde mane glistened, she had spent half an hour on her makeup, she felt as giddy as she had the first time her late husband had entered the bridal suite when she was twenty-one and still a virgin.
Not that she hadn't enjoyed some lesbian sex before that. Plenty of showgirls were that way, it was sort of accepted in the business. Since then she had done a lot of living and learning. She had not cheated with any man during her marriage to Everett, and for her other enjoyment she had visited a most exclusive all-women health spa where pretty young and trusted employees did more than simply massage their customers.
The idea of fucking any of her many lady friends or the servants was just disgusting. She had an image to project, but of course any very rich woman could turn into a slut. It just did not seem propel; and she had been raised very properly. People were always trying to shake her down.
And then there was poor; blind Kim. So limited in her actions and activities, so very few friends, and how tired she had become of continually masturbating. Kim would accept any man whom Janis recommended-and only one had appeared who suited that mold, Rance Lawton.
Kim did not seem to be interested in other girls. The two had talked very frankly many times, and of course Janis had to state that she wasn't either. The idea of fucking Kim had occurred to Janis, they were so distantly related that it could hardly be called incest-but that would be a substitute for the real thing, good hard long thick sliding prick.
Kim could see enough to get around the house or walk along a street without the use of a cane or guide-dog. One specialist had improved her vision a little, she could see vague shadows. Her condition would get no better, however. The servants were very good to her-but she was so terribly lonely. And very sensual. She played with herself almost every day.
During the past year and a half Janis had done her share of masturbating, too. She could not spend all her time at the spa. And she did not want to get hooked on pussy. Everett had been a wonderful lover, the only man she had ever flicked. Too bad he had been more than twenty years older than she! This time she would have a vibrant, virile stud younger than she. He had brains, drive, ambition.
Kim was in her room. Janis had not promised he would visit her the first night-but it would be soon. That was part of the agreement. He had met her, he knew what to expect. Her sensual nature stuck out all over her-big thrusting tits, small waist and generously rounded ass lines.
Janis had taken her out of an orphanage at nine, there had been hope then of correcting her vision. Not so, but Kim would never have to be without funds or proper care. She was Latin-looking, her parents had probably been His-panic. One of Janis's maids helped Kim with things she couldn't manage herself. She loved music-and sex.
Janis ran to the door. The servants had been dismissed for the evening, but she could summon any one of them from the quarters out back.
"Well, Rance!" she exclaimed. "Get that wonderful body in here, darling!"
His dark eyes chased up and down her luscious figure, and little shivers of excitement centered in her stiffened clitoris. She closed the door, locked it, and eased in against him.
"Beautiful," he grinned, finding her ass and squeezing it.
"Especially my bank account, huh?" she purred. "I've seen that young fox you're married to."
"Damn it, Janis-"
"Just kidding, darling." She knew she wasn't too bad for her age, she could pass for that magical thirty-nine: She still had her long showgirl legs and well-contoured ass-she'd kept her waist trim with diets and exercise-and her tits were full, if not as jaunty as they'd been years before.
"Here's the agreement," she said, easing out of his hold. She pointed at a small table, a chair drawn up in front of it. He didn't hesitate, he had thought things through. The terms were fairly simple, they had discussed them several times.
Resign from the FBI within a year, start divorce proceedings immediately, and as soon as he was married to Janis he would receive the interest on two-million invested dollars, plus other goodies like a new car of his choice, clothes allowance, and he would live here with her. Their bank accounts would be separate. Servicing Kim at her pleasure was politely worded.
He signed with a flourish. There would be another signing in her attorney's office when he was free. He was her piece of meat , and ohhh, was he worth it! She would have gone much higher, but the idea of getting ten times his previous wages, and having an office in her downtown building, had got him.
Rance would be ratting around at the first opportunity, of course. She would have him watched. She might let him sneak a little, if she approved of whom he was sneaking it with. She had him by the balls.
"Now we can slip into my bedroom and have some fun, huh?" she smiled, her hand sliding across his basket as he stood. "I hope you haven't been giving your young wife too much."
"I can give you all the fun you want, Janis-one way or another," he grinned.
She shivered, her cunt already wet and swelling, her nipples erect. This would be as dose to a honeymoon as she wanted, right now. Later; they would jet to some romantic watering place and do it up with class.
CHAPTER NINE
"Jeeeesus, what a place to fuck!" Rance exclaimed, gazing around the interior of the most elaborate boudoir he had ever seen. Two enormous beds, a ceiling mirror above one, which appeared to be a water bed, and even two johns. It was half as large as her living-room, fluffy, feminine, expensive.
She liked purple, and it was everywhere, woven into the mod designs of the carpet, drapes and decorations. The touch of a button near the door started soft, sensual music; the lighting was subdued, sensual. A massive refreshment center stood against the wall opposite the vanity, wide enough for three women. Its mirror faced both beds. Some broads did love to watch them-selves getting honked.
"Undress and enjoy, darling!" Janis bubbled, like a young girl. Her face looked slightly flushed. She had waited a long time for this. Wealthy cunts had to be careful.
She kicked off her sandals, writhed out of her expensive pants and removed the top. A very thin black bra held her boobs, while panties just as thin hugged her hips and cunt. She laughed and executed a few showgirl poses, then stood in front of him and hunched her hips back and forth, thighs wide apart.
The panties were cotchless, so he saw her labia and a sprinkling of blonde pussy hair. His cock rose to the sight. He was naked now, and her first view of his rigid prick made her stop showing off her bod. Her blue eyes gleamed.
"Oh, God! That's beautiful!"
"You could have been getting some of this a long time ago," he grinned.
"Don't remind me!" she breathed, gliding nearer. Her fingers touched his cook like it was pure gold, they closed on it and she pushed her tits at his chest, her mouth lifted, her tongue fluttering. He teased her with his lips, backing away, making her chase after his mouth.
Her left arm swept around his neck, she glued her lips to his, her tongue stabbing snakelike, her fingers squeezing his cock. A sweet shiver possessed her body. Her play-hand leaped to join the other around his neck, she planted her cunt mound against his dick, pushing it hard against his belly. Her vivid agile thrusts let him know who would be boss in the bedroom.
But he had known it the first time they had danced at a party at the Torre Pines Country Club. She was a take-over kind of cunt, and her whisper in his ear confirmed it.
"I want you and I'm going to get you, Rance."
That had started a series of phone calls, a non-touch flirtation, and one afternoon cocktail-lounge feel or two. She did not want to upset Lili, and she hadn't. The deal had finally surfaced. He would be a bought husband, a not-uncommon arrangement among show people and the very wealthy.
No casual afternoon motel fucks, she wanted it all-or nothing. So here he was, feeling her ass while she sucked at his mouth and wiggled her pantied cunt at his rigid cock.
Gasping, she backed away to the nearest bed, the non-water one, and turned to yank the covers back, exposing light purple silk or satin sheets. While she was so engaged, he ran his finger up her crevice, from behind, and she giggled.
In two quick motions the bra and panties were on the floor. She was sprawled out on her back, her thighs wide, her cunt tipped high, her hands shaping her tits. They were firming up, the pink nipples already tumescent...
Almost two years since I've had prick! she thought, trembling. God! I've never used a dildo, even if some of my women friends do. I can afford the real thing, a lover I want and care about, and here he is!
He slipped down at her right with the ease of much experience, his play-hand touching her thighs, sliding along the inner zones, while his mouth coursed a wonderful pathway across her tits. She aimed a nipple at his mouth, he sucked it in deep, tongue-played it and his right hand reached for her cunt.
"Ohhhh, darling!" she breathed, sneaking her right hand down to his cock. The huge knob was already slick with his hunger juices. She gripped the shaft just as his best finger went slowly into her cunt. Oh, the thrills were so sharp and exquisite, she moaned. She hunched up, and he gently rubbed her puffed urethra. His thumb found her tensing clitoris, a shower of pure erotic delight seizing her loins and senses.
He rolled her clit just below the super-tender tip, he stroked his finger in deeeeeep! In and out, in and out. "Heaven!" he whispered around a nipple.
"You're gonna come now, Janis. Come off big!"
All the king's horses and all the king's men could not have kept her from her orgasm. Everett had never said anything like this, it was naughty and kind of dirty, but ohhhh, she was coming right now!
She cried out as the honeyed stabs of her delight raked through her loins, as the hunger of her lust pulsed from the point of her clitoris. Her tits arched, her hips bucked, her legs jerked with the pounding of her fun.
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" she whimpered. The nuances of relief enveloped her entire being. It was the kind of climax she was used to having around Everett's plunging cock, deep and thorough-and here she was beginning so furiously!
She softened, panting, filled with delicious wonder. He had a certain animal magnetism that her late husband had not possessed, a larger cock and bigger nuts. A stallion. Her cunt was soupy and puffed out as if she'd been taking cock for an hour!
"Very gooooood!" he whispered, patting her cunt, pressing the heel of his hand into her clitoral zone. "How long can you wait, darling?" she breathed.
"Don't worry, my sweet. Making you come is my reward."
"God! I want to keep coming all night, but I know I can't-Next time give me a little cock. It's been so damn long!"
"I know," he murmured. He crawled over between her thighs. "I like the way you play with your boobies."
"See, they're getting bigger!" she giggled. Her hands stroked around, under and across her tits, but her eyes were glued to his huge hard cock. Her awful prick-fast would soon be over. Poor Kim would just have to wait for hers...
Rance felt a certain disappointment. She was a "ca. comer," as he called them, with no interior responses. That was all most women achieved, but he couldn't ask for everything. She went off hard, she was exciting enough, good-looking enough.
She wanted cock now, he could try her in other ways later. Being a former showgirl, she surely knew about oral and a variety of positions. Some cunts were pretty dumb in these departments. The older ones liked to pretend they were very inexperienced. Shee-itt.
Instead of mounting her from the top, he rolled back down, stretched out face-up and curled his finger at her.
"Oh, I like that the best!" she giggled, moving quickly above him. No pretense here, she lifted her hips, balanced on her left arm and left knee, gripped his cock, and started the knob up into her cunt. As it penetrated her wet yielding flesh, an expression of intense lust transformed her face.
"Ohhhh, God!" she whined, driving it all the way. Her long thighs swung in, she settled her ass down and hunched. He was sure she'd never had this much prick in her, she even winced slightly.
She had a fine, limber ass movement, as he had expected, watching her move, the dancer's light, dainty steps that she never quite forgot, because it was sexy. She rode far forward so her clit rubbed his cockmeat, then started her extremely expensive and long-awaited top-fuck...
Oh, it's better than I ever imagined! Janis thought. That knob is up where Everett never reached! I was so right about him! Now I don't want to share him with Kim, or any girl! This is the most wonderful thing that's happened to me in years and years. I've got myself a real, live stud!
She stroked in little bursts, pausing to savor the honey of her anticipation. This was her way to fuck. She had soon let Everett know who was boss in the bedroom, and he'd loved it. Rance was holding back, fondling her tits, stroking her hair, caressing her thighs. She was almost ready for climax number two!
The burning throbs of joy took her like a storm. Her thighs tightened, her tits arched out, she whimpered and hunched wildly as the pulsing of her clit and the resulting nuances almost tore her head off! Not since her long-ago last fuck with Everett had she climaxed so delectably-and this-and this seemed better and better!
She soared through a convulsive finale and the heavenly-little erotic fingers of aftermath plucked at her senses. Ohhh, she had waited too long for this kind of enjoyment, and she would never wait so long again! His prick was up in her so far! It was just fantastically wonderful!
She sagged down, her restless tits pillowed on his chest, hunching for the last golden droplets of her need. Her juices were all over the place, a whole flood of woman-come leaked down around his prick root, and she finally rested, panting and shivering.
"Ohhh, God!" she breathed unevenly. "Beautiful!"
"I like the way you fuck," he murmured.
That word had always bothered her, it had always seemed kind of cheap and out of the gutter-but not when he said it. Not that she didn't think it often enough!
"I want to be a good fuck, for you, darling!" she giggled.
His hands slid to her ass, he kneaded her flesh, giving her last tingles a richer sweetness. And he still was as big and hard as a rock!
"You are, my sweet, you are," he murmured, lifting his chest to firm her breasts down even more intimately. "You've got T and A like a woman half your age."
"I knew we'd be good together, I just knew it... "
Kim didn't need vision to see what was going on in the master bedroom, her remarkable hearing told it all. Janis was top-fucking her new paid-for cock. She had yelled louder than she ever had with Everett. Rance must have a nice big hunk of meat! Kim thought.
Leaning against the wall near the bedroom door, Kim tightened her grip on her cunt, feeling her juices wet her palm. She had timed her climax to coincide with Janis's, and she was resting now, savoring the last honeyed twinges of her fun.
His voice was so rich, deep and virile. She had met him a couple of times, once when he was not aware of it. She'd been in the library, hiding behind a screen, when he had taken a telephone call.
She'd heard every word on both ends of the wire. A girl named Tal was in jeopardy, the man who spoke to Rance was obviously a superior. A contract was out on her, and the hit man had been reported in southern California. Rance had poo-pooed the idea, saying she was perfectly safe.
Preparations were underway to spirit the girl out of the country, but they had not yet been finalized. It was all very thrilling to Kim, who lived for bits of over-heard gossip, and she always listened in on phone conversations-except the ones that came in on Janis's private line. She had overheard some of them, too.
Kim knew who Tat was, a houseguest of Fran Burke's, who had gotten into a mess in Chicago, and the Mob wanted her dead. Cloak and dagger stuff! But if Tal was in that much danger, maybe she should be warned. Rance couldn't be too smart or he wouldn't have let himself be bought by Janis and her money. He had a young wife, and apparently was also fucking Fran. Probably a few more ladies, too.
Kim didn't have to see him to know he liked variety. Her big hope now was that he would like her! She didn't care to be simply duty-fucked. She wouldn't refuse it, naturally. The new gardener, Arnold, had been fucking her now and then for months-and Janis actually thought her ward had never felt a sliding live cock. Screw that.
She was also getting lez fucks from one of the maids. One time when Janis was away, the maid had brought in a girlfriend and they'd had a terrific lezzie party. Funnnn! Kim also had several dildos, her favorite being an insert that vibrated when she played button-button with the control box, connected to the insert by two wires.
Kim had seen enough in her youth to know she had a good figure and a nice face, although she was rather big in the tits and ass departments. Janis had treated her very well-she could not fault her benefactor-and Kim had figured she was really stupid to wait so long for sliding prick.
All that power and money, and going without. Of course, she felt she had to "care" for the guy or "be in love" with him, which was a real crock. Kim realized she had an almost male outlook on sex. In her prison of almost total darkness, living in imagination, she simply had to take what she could get. And most of the time it was her own fingers or a dildo.
"Get another one, my sweet," came Rance's voice. Giggle, giggle, like a happy schoolgirl. "Oh, darling, I want to be up here all night!"
Kim sighed and returned to her room, far down the hall. She would not be having any of Rance's cock tonight...
* * *
Tal was getting ready for her Saturday-night date with Mario. She wore her best dark pants-suit, a frilly little blouse underneath the jacket, her highest black heels, her sheerest black-lace bikini panties, half-nylons.
They were going to dine and dance at this place he knew up the coast on U.S. 101, and he had already reserved a cozy motel room there. He was so romantic! He'd already sent her flowers, roses and carnations, her favorites. Fran had kidded her about the bouquet.
"I'd say, offhand, that you're gonna get a little tonight."
"I hope it's a whole lot!" Tal had laughed.
"You deserve some fun, honey," Fran had smiled. "Being on the wagon is just plain hell."
"I think you've been getting a little," Tal had re-marked.
Fran rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.
The phone rang. No one was in the house. Fran had gone out somewhere, and Rod was dating Kitten Oliver again. He'd finally got it in that foxy young redhead, she was not acting quite so silly as before.
"Yes?" Tal said into the extension receiver.
"Uh, you don't know me," a girl's voice said, cautiously. "Are you Tal?"
"Yes-"
"Anybody listening in?"
"No."
"Well, you're in danger, Miss. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I know who you are. Rance is not telling you everything. A hit man is after you, and he's been in this general area. I hope we can meet sometime." Click, buzz.
Tal sank into a chair, a cold blade seemed to run through her, and the warmth she'd had all day faded into awful flatness. Rance not telling me everything? That bastard!
She had memorized the number she was supposed to call in emergencies, and she dialed it, her fingers shaking. A long wait. Then a mechanical voice. "This is a recording, please leave your message, and-" She swore and banged down the receiver. It was her life Rance and others were screwing around with! He was a gash hound. He had looked at her often enough with lust in his eyes.
She broke the rules and dialed Rance's home number. She held her nose with her left hand. His young wife Lili answered brightly, expectantly.
"I would like to speak to Mister Lawton, please."
A pause. "He is out of town on important business, Miss." Lili started to say more, but Tal closed the connection. That sonofabitch! Probably out honking some good-looking pussy.
She drew in a deep breath. How the hell could she have any real fun tonight when she was all knotted up inside with naked fear? A tiny voice at the back of her mind, a hint of suspicion, suddenly loomed very big in her thoughts. The way Mario talked, the expressions he used. She knew for certain now. He was from Chicago, or near it. Absolutely nothing about his background, but then she had told him nothing- Good God! Maybe he was the hit man, the paid killer for the Mob. She'd been instantly attracted to him. So why not fuck her a while before erasing her? The almost machinelike way he made love, the aloofness after he had his fill of sex, and although he tried to cover up, it was there.
Only one thing to do-flee before he came by to pick her up! She grabbed her handbag, ran to the vanity, opened a drawer and drew out all the money she had on hand, just under six-hundred bucks. It would not take her far, but it would take her somewhere.
I wonder who that girl is, the one who called? I may owe her my life!
CHAPTER TEN
"I can see why Tal's so hot for you, Mario," Fran Burke smiled. Her tight dress pants and half-unbuttoned blouse Started his sex glands working. The leggy, young, brown-haired fox on the sofa beside Fran was no dog either.
His bird had flown, the rotten cunt. He had arrived two hours earlier to pick her up, and-no answer when he rang the bell. He had parked down the street half a block, keeping the Burke house under observation; he had seen a car pull into the driveway, and two broads had left it, then gone inside.
He knew who they were, from conversations with Tal. Neither one had seen him in her life, so he had moved his car into the driveway and boldly punched the doorbell button.
No other place to start looking. Tal could be anywhere. He had really fucked up this time, glad he had not reported locating the pigeon. He had been too anxious to get his cock in her, and he certainly had. Beautiful humping! he recalled inwardly.
He had to start looking all over again, and the best leads he could get would be from Fran herself. Or just maybe the wife of the resident fuzz could supply info. They had been out having a few drinks, and sure as hell they had something going between them.
He was also sure that, before he rang the doorbell, they had been kissing and getting a few feels. And where the fuck was Lawton? Probably out banging some pussy. Mario knew the FBI man's reputation.
He sipped the Scotch on the rocks Fran had poured for him, and the broads sipped theirs. They were both horsing, and what better way to get information than in bed.
"Too bad you're all dressed up with nowhere to go, Mario," Lili giggled. She also wore pants and a blouse, her pointy little tits were braless and jiggled a little when she moved.
"I just can't understand Tal not being here," Fran smiled. "She sure looked forward to your date."
"Who wouldn't!" Lili cooed, her long thighs spread apart so he could see the outline of her cunt. "Would you settle for a hard-up widow and a wife out on the town?"
"Lili!" Fran objected. "We hardly know him."
Mario grinned, letting his own legs open. They both looked at his basket, and a secret little glance passed between them. They were going for it, and the big load he had been saving for Tal might as well be dumped into one of these cunts. Humping an FBI man's filly and a widow of one would be something he could tell the boys about back in Chi.
"I know this place, not far from here... " God, hers sexy! Fran thought, moving into the luxury motel room behind Lili. No wonder Tal has it bad for him! Lili and I were going to fuck again, not one word from Rance. But this'll be ten times better!
At a cocktail lounge downtown she and Lili had had three martinis apiece, they had fooled around a little in the car, and she was ready. He was a big, rough-looking animal, very smooth. Three drinks in Lili and she was ready to fuck almost anything with pants on!
Strange about Pal disappearing like that. One small travel case was gone, a few of her clothes and personal items. To hell with it tonight! Her clit ached, her cunt was damp, it was Saturday night and she needed a good fucking ..
Lili watched Mario close the motel door. She giggled and swayed up in front of him, her tongue flicking him an invite. This was crazy! But how terribly exciting. She. and Fran had been ready for a threesome with Rance the night before, and they had ended up rubbing cunts again.
She had a bad feeling about Rance's long absence. He had not called her, the bastard! Was he out on business or monkey business? Her friends had wanted her, marrying a man his age with his rep. Well, fuck him! she thought. She could get a little stuff on the side, too.
"Mmmmm," Mario said, his hands gripping Lili's ass. "You girls want another drink? I can order from the lounge."
"I've had just enough, stud," Lili whispered, hunching her cunt mound at his huge prick-lump.
"Me, too," Fran laughed. "I'll be in the johnnie a sec. Don't do anything I wouldn't, Lili!"
"Well, surprise me, Mario," Lili breathed. She unbuttoned her blouse to the band of her pants. Fran had seen it open earlier, and her boobs simply ached for more caresses. Her clit was up, she hadn't been so horny in months!
His mouth closed on hers, his play-hand slid inside the gaping blouse, his left hand drew her crotch in snugly, and the way he opened so she could jazz her tongue inside sent a dreamy shiver up her bod. Fran was fun, but hell, they could get that any old time. Cock was what she needed, new big hard prick driving into her cuuuuuunt!
Oh, he was easily as good with her tits as Rance, maybe even better. She knew right away that a real stallion had his hands on her, the vibes were fan-tactic! She hunched her hips, her nipples hardened beneath his clever touches and squeezes, her pussy was wet, her clit was a hot little dagger inside her thin bikini panties. Funnnnn!
He broke the mouth-to-mouth and murmured in her ear. "Why fool around with all these clothes on, beautiful?"
"I can't think of one damn reason!" she gasped. She stepped back, quickly removed her blouse just as Fran came out of the bathroom.
"What a nice pair you have, honey!" Fran giggled.
"Well, bring yours out and let Mario play with them," Lili laughed. She drew her pants down to the floor, sat on the edge of the nearest wide bed to finish undressing...
Mario had heard a lot of this girl-shit before. As if the brunette cunt hadn't already seen Lili's knockers, sucked them, fondled them. Cunts. Anybody in the know, seeing them in the same room together, knew they'd fucked each other.
As he stripped to his briefs, hanging his clothes carefully on hangers, he watched Fran strip. Not bad for a broad her age. No pantyhose, so those good leg and ass lines were for real. Her thin, well-filled bra showed her dark nipples, and both left their panties on. These squares. Their whole manner indicated that if they weren't just a little bit drunk they wouldn't be doing such a naughty thing. Shiiiiit.
The women he was around most of the time were either whores or wives, no crossovers. A wife who cheated might be found in a ditch someplace on a lonely road. A certain basic honesty about sex prevailed in his unsquare world.
Fran crawled on the bed, he slid down at her right side and guess who snuggled up at his left? Lili's hand was inside his briefs like a hound dog after a rabbit. His left arm beneath Fran's neck, he kissed her mouth, and her lips fastened on greedily. Her tongue flicked, he stroked his into her throat, she gripped him around the shoulders and whined.
He knew already that she'd be the best fucking. More experience. Only once in a while did you run into a young pussy who knew how to fuck, like Tal. should know the ropes, being married a short while to Rance. At least she was young and eager, acted boldly. You never really found out till you got your prick in there.
At eighteen he hadn't known much about fucking either, until a friendly neighborhood widowed mulatto had taken him under her wing. Man, could she skin a cock! She had coached him in good bedroom behavior, told him what pleased girls most, how to keep 'em coming back for more, little niceties that kind of rankled his tough-kid ideas, but did they work? Before long he had pussy all over the place.
He called Teresa at least twice a year, and sent her a present at Christmas time. She had remarried, she wouldn't screw around on her husband, but they laughed a lot about the "old days," and she usually asked if he was getting his "share."
Now he slid Fran's bra upward, her big nice tits rolled out. He cozied them, tweaked her nipples, dived his tongue. Her left hand shot to his cock, which Lili had worked out of his briefs. Lili giggled as both female hands toyed with his organ.
Fran started shaking, breathing unevenly, and he moved his play-hand to her cunt. Inside the fancy, fragrant panties, he eased his fuck-finger slowly into her box. She moaned, her lips broke their writhing suction on his mouth, her ass jerked upward, her rich thighs quaked, and she went off.
"Uhhhh, ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh-OHHHH!" she cried.
Her cunt clenched at his finger! Remarkable. He expected it with Nola and Meg Orway, but damned if her cunt didn't respond almost as beautifully as Tal's. Fran's whimpers faded as she stopped coming upon his digit. She patted his prick in a most intimate and possessive manner.
"God, that was good!"she breathed.
"Gooood pussy," he murmured, kissing a nipple, searching around inside her cunt, feeling her tremors of delight. Fairly snug for a women who'd had a child.
"My turn!" Lili chirped, and he wished she'd get her ass out. But he had to be generous. Maybe it took Lili to turn Fran on. He'd run into situations like this before. Two cunts or no cunt. Sometimes it was sisters, or Mom and daughter. Squares were totally unpredictable.
He hated to let go of Fran, who was all warm and flushed and slick, ready for a fine long fuckout, but he got rid of his briefs, stretched on his back. Lili knew the drill, all right. She hopped on top like she'd had no cock for months, fastened her naked cunt to his glans and started shoving it home.
"Ohhhh, Jeeeesus, it's going way up!" she breathed.
Sure, and there wasn't one little twitch of flesh around his meat. Not a maw of a box, either. About right. She started hunching, waving her little tits at him. He grinned and played with them again. She was hitting her clit at the root of his cock, he knew where all her fun centered.
She was putting him on, too. She was showing her girlfriend how she could ride a cock, giggling, bouncing, pretending to be violently passionate. She was going to make it, all right, but she would probably act out some of that, too.
"Come on, baby," he teased. "Break your pussy, get it off."
"Jeeeese, I want to ride it a while, stud!"
He tensed his cock and adjusted his hips so her clit made better contact ,with his prong. Her manner changed, she was having some sharp thrills now, she arched her tits, her face began to twist, her nipples poked out sharply, and her pretty ass whipped.
"Ohh-ohhhh-shiiiiit!" she panted, starting her goodies. "Ohhh-damn-fuuuuck! OHHHHHH!"
He bucked his hips to give her some extra kicks, she moaned, her ass movements slowed, she dropped her shoulders, fastening her little hard tits against his chest. No faking her go-off. Interesting. Rance had done a pretty good job on her.
The one he wanted to fuck was Fran, now poised on her back, watching Lili finish her top-ride, right hand holding her cunt. This was their first threesome, all the signs said so, and it was odd that Rance hadn't cashed in on the double-goodies. But the things squares did often made no sense at all.
"That was gooooood!" Lili breathed, not wanting to lift her ass or shoulders.
"Why don't you let your girlfriend up there?" he suggested.
She trembled, looked over at Fran and giggled. "God, this is more fun than a barrel of dildos, honey!"
But finally she slithered away at his right, dropping on her back, and Fran quickly climbed astraddle. Her eyes were glazed, throat and upper breasts flushed pink, and she had his knob oozing up in her cunt even more swiftly than Lili. Damn! It was already shivering around his cock, little snug clenchings that made her face twist, and she hunched it all the way up. She gasped as he gripped her swollen tits.
Her silky thighs pressed inward, her expression turned almost ugly, her ass lunged, he felt the first clinging fast quivers of her cunt, and she went off. Man! Her ass had a terrific fluid motion as she squealed and bucked, jabbing his cockhead at her depths, and the voluptuous tightenings of her box almost drew his shot.
"Oh, that was fast!" came Lili's voice, faintly.
"Ohh, oh, oh, ohhhhh-OHHHH!" Fran cried, finishing with hungry slower thrusts. Beautiful! Old Rance had done a real job of educating this pussy. Or maybe her dead husband had trained her. A quality cunt, but still a square.
He let go of her tits, drew her down, where she rested, breathing hard, shivering in her aftermath. She was having some pussy on the side, but this young woman needed cock, and lots of it. And he would not slip into her world for it, the price would be impossible. Why buy the cow when milk was almost free, anywhere?
An hour later, when they had sobered up a little, the party began to cool. They were having a conscience trip, typical of cunts who lived the way they lived. The sneaky fun of it had evaporated. He had dumped his load in Fran, and he was losing interest, too. He had picked up only one useful bit of info on Tal, formerly Ellen Rossi.
Tal had said once she had a girlfriend in San Francisco, and Fran suspected that the sexy blonde might be heading north. The truth was that these two proper cunts from proper neighborhoods, who had sneaked some Saturday-night prick-fucking, didn't know where the hell Tal was.
And Fran was starting to act suspicious. Living so many years with an FBI agent had left marks. They had just come out of the john and began putting their clothes on. He still was on the bed, naked. They had followed his car in Lili's rig, they had their own transportation.
"Well, it was fun, stud," Lili purred, looking at him via the vanity mirror as she reddened her mouth. Obviously Fran had voiced her suspicions in the can.
"Yeah, good cunt," he grinned.
Fran flushed, not looking at him, fussing around in her handbag, the way broads did. How quickly they turned practical.
"Do I get a replay if I happen to be in town again?" he chuckled.
"I don't know about Fran, but you sure can call me," Lili said, winking. "I left my number here on a slip of paper."
"Good," he said.
They left without another word, Fran hurrying the younger pussy along...
Fran pulled into the driveway in front of her house, her hands trembling. "I think he's the hit man who's after Tal!"
"Oh, shit," Lili answered. "An animal like that, Tal wouldn't be around if he wanted her dead. Jeeeesus, we were having such a terrific time, and you spoiled it!"
"I just sobered up," Fran said.
"You loved it, honey!" Lili giggled.
"Yesss. But when you were in the bathroom he asked about Tat, where she had lived before, things like that-and I got kind of scared. Why wouldn't he fuck her a while before he killed her! She is a very sexy young twat."
"Ah," Lili giggled. "Did you get in her panties, honey?"
"No!" Fran protested. "That's-dirty!"
"Okay, I didn't think so. But what's clean about slipping around and fucking Rance behind my back?"
"Honey, we've been over that!" Fran exclaimed. "I was so damned hard-up. We are going to have a party with him, aren't we? I mean, after tonight, we should be more-relaxed!"
"Of course, honey," Lili purred, sliding her hand down between Fran's covered thighs. "Oh, shit! Let's go back and get some more of that neat big cock."
"Aren't you screwed out for tonight?" Fran asked, dryly.
"Well, you got six or seven, and I only made it three times," Lili giggled. "You sure come hard on a cock!"
Fran shivered again. Lili's fingers were pressing and teasing, and she felt her thighs open. She hadn't gotten enough. Her fears had cooled her, but not entirely. Her clit was rising, she was safe here-and to hell with Tal.
"Let's go over to our place, honey," Lili purred, squeezing Fran's cunt hard. "If Rance is back, we can fuck him. And if he isn't, we'll have the rest of our Saturday-night fun!"
Fran sighed, nodded, and leaned back in the seat, her legs now quite open. Lili started her car, drove with her left hand, keeping her right almost continually on Fran's covered cunt.
"You know, I thought sure he'd ask us to fuck," laughed. "I've heard that's a great turn-on for guys, and some girls, too."
"Would you, if Rance asked us?" Fran giggled.
"Sure, honey! Jeeeese, you know, I hope he is home. Stiff cock is a lot better."
They both laughed.
I hope Tal's gone for good, Fran thought. I was losing money on the setup, anyway. She's too much competition. I need a full-time stud, and I'm gonna get one!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Feel better now, Tal?" the young FBI agent asked.
"Loads!" she exclaimed, looking from the window of her apartment out across the expanse of Old Harbor in Marseilles, France. It had been a whirlwind trip. She had stayed the previous Saturday night in a small Santa Barbara hotel, called the next morning, and this hand-some agent, Ross Wheeler, had shown up at her room. It was now Wednesday.
Rance had been terminated, he was living with a very rich widow named Janis Holton. Tal had met her, and also the nearly blind girl who lived in Janis's mansion. This girl, the FBI had learned, had been the person who had called to warn Tal of Mario's true identity. Her name was Kim Guidry.
She'd overheard a telephone conversation at Janis's big home, taken by Rance. That fucker, she thought, walking out on his wife, and now he'd be servicing one of the wealthiest old cunts in southern California. Mario had dropped out of sight.
"How soon do you have to go back, Ross?" Tal asked, dreading to know. Already she could feel a loneliness, even a homesickness, for America.
"Tomorrow," he said. He was twenty-nine, tall and dark, and single. "I'll stay at a hotel, catch the plane for Paris in the morning."
"No, stay here," Tal smiled. "Who would ever know?"
On the long flight from L.A. to Kennedy, then on to Paris, the two had become very well acquainted. He had grown up in a southern Illinois town not far from her own birthplace. Free now from fear, she was feeling a definite urge for fleshy pleasures-and why did unattached girls go to France, anyway?
"There's only one bedroom," he grinned boyishly. "Well, why not an affaire d'amour?" she giggled.
"I've never touched a girl like you, so-beautiful, so fresh and sexy-"
"'Try it, you might like it," she laughed. "Go out and get some wine, and I'll freshen up a little... "
Ross Wheeler felt a tug of desire all through his loins, a slight giddiness. The moment he'd met her in that seedy hotel in Santa Barbara he had known instant lust, even though she'd been scared shitless. Those long, clean legs, those jaunty tits, her lovely intelligent face, the kind of stuff a man dreamed about after looking through a copy of Playboy.
He'd been dating a nineteen-year-old coed at UCLA, she'd given him a fuck on their second date and, while she was cute and fun-loving, she was not in it with Tal. Jeeeeesus! He'd read her file, and sure as hell she'd be a hot piece of ass. Now he was going to get some of it!
Twenty minutes later, when he returned with a bottle of real French wine, she wore a short black nightie and black high heels-a pair of very sheer black bikini panties. He almost dropped the bottle. This would not go in her file...
Tal shivered. She had fucked only one guy near her own age. Rod. Cal Rossi was now almost forty, and Mario was also close to that. Not that she didn't appreciate experience and finesse. Maybe she would show him a few fun tricks! She had bought this little outfit during the stopover in Paris, and the petite girl clerk had rolled her eyes and said something in French that sounded like "a sure winner."
"Take off some clothes and I'll pour," Tal giggled, giving him a flip of the ass and an arch of her titties. She had drawn the drapes, turned on one lamp, had turned the bed back, left a lamp on in there. A towel apiece from the latrine. Her pussy was already turning wet.
He undressed in a kind of daze. She found a bottle-opener and popped the cork, pouring into two glasses she had discovered in the cuisine. It looked like dark rich Burgundy.
In his briefs he moved to the sofa, sat in front of the little table on which the glasses rested. She giggled, gliding down at his left, natch. He was right-handed. He was not blushing, but he looked a bit pale, and his hands were uncertain.
"That French airline attendant was sure friendly," he grinned, lifting his wine glass. "Beautiful" I won't tell him she wanted in my panties, not his pants, Tal thought. She even gave me her address in Paris. He really is pretty naive. His cock looks plenty big!
"Yes," she giggled. "Why is it men think French girls are really about the best in bed?"
"I don't know, but where I grew up the black girls were supposed to be the hottest."
She laughed. "I wouldn't know! Do you, Ross?"
"Uh-there was this young mulatto-"
"Got your hambone boiled, huh?" Tal laughed.
He looked away, put his glass down, took hers and did the same, and his left arm went across her shoulders. She trembled, held her mouth over, opened her carmined lips, and he came in on them greedily. His right arm went around her waist! And her tits were burning for feels.
She brought his hand up where she wanted it, realizing that she was going to have to take charge. She'd run into this before, guys so awed by her beauty that they hesitated, fumbled. Not this time... she needed a good, solid fucking.
He trembled as he cupped her tits, and she ran her left hand up his leg to his crotch, giving him more tongue. He had a dandy big cock, swelling up along his belly. Mmmmmm. As big as Mario s. She shivered, finding the handle of his zipper, and ran it down.
Their mouths swerved apart, and he sank his face in her thick blonde hair near her left ear. He had her boobs out of the nightie now, he was doing better, he knew what a pretty set needed. She slipped her fingers in on his thinly covered cock, pressing and teasing.
"Oh, that's dreamy!" she whispered, feeling her nipples erect and tingle.
"Damn, damn!" he breathed. "You're so beautiful, Tal!"
"Let's go in the bedroom," she giggled. She didn't want this getting heavy. She'd been hurt enough, becoming involved with Cal. Rod didn't count. But she'd even begun to feel strongly about Mario. That lying, underhanded cocksucker! Another mobster. Was she fated always to go for such men?
Ross would be leaving tomorrow, back to his job, his career. He would marry some nice young pussy and have some kids, live in the suburbs. He could dream about the time in France when he had fucked a leggy girlie-magazine kind of girl. Men didn't toss away for-tunes for love anymore. Only in movies or TV.
A light knock on the door broke the embrace. Ross tensed, stood and reached for his gun, in a shoulder holster beneath his jacket.
A chill went through her. He waved his head at the door, implying she should answer the knock. He moved to stand behind the door when it opened. Surely the mob had not found her already! She trembled, walked to the door and opened it slowly, not too far.
A petite brunette stood there, wearing French designer jeans, a snug jersey and a full-lipped smile. Tal drew a deep breath of relief, and when the girl spoke Ross nodded, relaxed.
"I saw you move in," she said, brightly. "I knew you were from the States! I'm right next door. I hope we can get acquainted"
"Sure. Right now I have company." She let her almost-naked upper body show, and the girl giggled.
"I noticed!" she exclaimed. "I'll see you. Have fun!"
Tal closed the door and leaned against it. Ross grinned, steering her back to the sofa. They sat and she poured more wine. Her hands were still unsteady. She needed a drink.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, and gulped the wine.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand how this is for you, Tal. Do you still want me to-stay?"
"Yes! Let's go in the bedroom and stop this kid-stuff. We'll screw and drink wine and screw some more!"
"Great!"
They took the glasses and bottle into the small boudoir. Daylight behind the drapes, but it was dark enough to be cozy, with the small lamp burning.
He undressed quickly and she could see his hard-on returning. She slid out of her mini panties, tossed them at him, laughed and climbed into bed. He held the panties against his face and grinned. He slid down at her right side. He had his foreskin. She held his prick, shuddered, and his hand went to her pussy...
Ross held his hand against her cunt, watched her long legs open, stared down at her beautiful high tits straining at the nightie fringe. Sonofabitch! He'd had a few doubts about actually fucking her, but he was almost there, now. A true number ten, a real racehorse kind of pussy.
Her mouth, when he took it, writhed and clamped, her tongue stroked deeply, and very slowly she began to crawl above him. Yeah. He had never yet talked his girlfriend into topping him, she barely moved her ass when they were going at it. This bold, sexy number wanted to ride.
Their mouths came unglued, she straddled him, giggling, fitting her cunt at the very root of his cock, her slim bottom undulating, her tits now out of the nightie top. Jeeeeeesus! This was going to be a fuck. A party, a real sex binge.
"Mmmmm, that's a nice big one, honey," she purred, patting his leaky-headed cock, hunching her ass. "Play with my boobs now, get me good and hot!"
He wished he could stay here a while, get a whole lot of this. Far more to her than a voluptuous body, too. Just being with her on the planes, near her in Paris where they had stayed overnight and in separate hotel rooms, made him realize that going back was going to hurt. So pleasant, bright, interested in him, even. Heads turned wherever she went, women stared at her almost more than men. Dream on, oh sap! Impossible.
With his hands holding her sensational fits, she lifted her hips and expertly guided his knob to her cunt. She came down on it slowly, her face twisting.
"Ohhhh, that's neat!" she breathed.
Her cunt was special, too. Not too tight, not too loose, it had a kind of clinging quality that other girls didn't possess.
"Yeahhh!" he said, his prick tensing. He'd never been quick to squirt, but he was not so sure now. Her cunt did a sweet tightening around his meat, and he gasped. Man, oh man! The young mulatto had had this kind of action, and he'd gone off almost instantly. Even his second spurt had not taken much time. That little brown fox had got off four times.
"Can't you stay for a few days, stud?" she cooed. Her pretty pink nipples were stiffening again.
"Damn, you know I want to, Tal," he said, thrills bunching in his loins. She hunched carefully and didn't clench her cunt. She wanted the fuck to last as long as possible.
"I'll call and tell them I need you a while, I deserve some consideration. My nerves are frayed, I'm still scared, you know."
"Yeahhhh!" he gasped.
"Ohhhh, Ross! Honey, I gotta come. Don't you do it!' "Jeeeeesus-" he blurted. The head of his cock was on fire. His nuts were trying to tighten up. She moaned, her hips lunged swiftly, her face went taut, her fits jiggled in his cupping hands, and suddenly her box started squeezing his meat in swift, convulsive, voluptuous cadence. Ahhhhhh!
Tal heard herself shout her joy, her ass flew, she felt the honeyed pounds of her fun-gun shooting her burning, stinging lust. Ohhhh, her cunt was going wild! His cock throbbed, he groaned wildly, his hips bucked and she felt the dreamy shaking of his body, the bursting of his need far up in her churning, spanning cuuuuunt.
She collapsed down on him, thrusting and shaking in her thrall of aftermath, grinding her tits at his chest, her clit still tensing as the sugary thrills faded into a sensation of glorious satisfaction. She could not believe how good it was!
"Damn, damn, damn!" she heard him mutter thickly. He was still hard, still up there. Rod had squirted swiftly, too-but this closeness between she and Ross was entirely different, richer, deeper...
Ross hung onto her beautiful body as if she were somehow trying to escape. But she was here, her thighs snugged to his ribs, her tits mashed to his chest, panting and shivering. God! His shot had seared a pathway up his cock and burst out like nothing he had ever experienced. It scared him.
"I told you not to shoot," she giggled.
"Jeeeesus, I couldn't help it-"
"I bet you've got lots more cum for me, honey," she purred.
"You know it," he said.
She hunched several more times, then lifted up, swinging down at his left, holding a towel against her crotch. His cock was creamed with semen and girl-juice, skin peeled down, his glans as big as if he hadn't squirted at all.
"Beautiful!" she giggled, staring at his prick.
"Tal, I never met a girl like you-" She held her fingers over his mouth. "Don't get serious, honey. It can't last. You have to go back, I gotta stay here."
But her eyes, as they went to his face, said something a bit different. She must be feeling that closeness to him, that invisible joining that had flowed from him into her body, and from her cunt to his body. She turned her head away and both were silent a long while...
Shit! she thought. This is awful. The way I felt about Cal before the truth came out. But it was all me, with him; he was a machine, doing everything to make me want to stay, and I thought it was love. I'm not that naive now.
Here was a fine, strong, intelligent young man, with a secure future ahead, who deserved some reliable, home-loving young wife who would tend to his every need, in the bedroom and out.
"I can stay several days, if you want me to," he said, using his own towel.
"I'd love it!" Tal exclaimed. "We can see the city, the harbor. And do lots of nice fucking."
He grinned like a schoolboy on his first date. "I never figured I'd get to crawl in bed with a beauty like you, Tal."
She patted his slightly shrinking cock. "You know you can get all the pussy you want, honey. Come on now, play with mine, enjoy yourself!"
Ross was shaken to the core. It was more than the adventure of a new country, humping a sensational young girl in romantic France. Sure, he could get a few days-but those weren't enough. Goddamn it, he wanted to take her back home and marry her! She was more than a hot fuck, she was dream stuff.
I never went off so damn hard in my life! he thought, reaching for her cunt. Keee-rist! We went off right together. I'm still up there, I need a lot more. God, the way she wiggles and shakes and yells! She knows how to fuck, how to enjoy it.
He played up and down her soft swollen crevice, around her clit-a real pointy one-and she crooned her pleasure, arching her right breast over for his delectation. When he slid his best finger in, she whined and hunched, her thighs spreading.
"Ohhh, that's good," she breathed, her eyes shiny, sliding over his face in a way that tautened his nuts. He had learned the art of caressing a cunt from a widow who had lived next door to his parents' home. She had also taught him a lot about fucking in general. Women were attracted to him, all right.
"Want some more cock?" he murmured, then kissed her nipple.
"Watch out, I'm after it!" she giggled, then climbed above him before he could take the initiative. It was her way to fuck, let her do it.
This time she was more playful, lifting way up and sliding down with little teasing thrusts, then hunching his knob all the way. When she rammed hard, she gasped and shuddered, her fine slick pussy quivering sensuously.
He was good for a lot of sliding cunt now. He could take all she could dish out, he was sure. His second or third squirt was always better than the first. No female had ever gotten his number-three gob. If he needed it he pumped it out the usual way. A girl's box got pretty loose after she's popped a few times.
When he'd been sixteen he could jack out six loads, although the last ones didn't draw much semen.
Girls didn't look at fucking this way, or they pretended not to. Tempting the male, flirting, showing it off-yes. He had never found one yet who would admit she masturbated, which was shit, because he had caught his younger sister going after it, out behind the barn. Her fingertips just whipped her pussy.
Tal was getting off. Damn, how she loved her pop-offs! Faster, faster, a few more delays, her thighs tightening, her pussy tightening, relaxing, clenching again, more hunches, and finally the swift come-thrusts, her tits pushed far out.
Her plaintive cry filled the room, tore at his nuts, suffused him with delight that he could give her so much fun. But he was far from going off. Girl-up-top helped delay his gush; his widow trainee had been above him three-fourths of the time. But she sure hadn't looked like Tal!
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted, softening down on him again. "Every come gets better!"
"In two or three days you ought to set some kind of record, Long Legs."
"Animal!" she purred, hunching for the last twinges of pleasure. "I don't want you to go back to California."
"I'm too new in the FBI to get a foreign assignment," he said. "It's return or resign?' She rested quietly, her cunt juices leaking down around his cock-root and balls. His throat tightened, he held her sweet, shapely ass, and he knew he was as close to being in love as he'd ever been in his life...
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Ohh, that's neat!" Kim Guidry breathed, feeling Rance's fingers slide along the inner planes of her thighs. Finally she was going to get man-fucked. Janis had not offered to share him when he had first come to live here. The old bitch had stalled on purpose, knowing Kim was almost into her period, and now ten days later it was her turn, at last.
They were in her room, not nearly as luxurious as Janis's elaborate boudoir, but Kim knew her way around here; she could move almost as if she had sight. They were on her love seat. She wore a sheer nightie, and he wore only a robe. The maid she had sex with had fixed her hair and makeup.
"I've been looking foward to this, Kim," he murmured, kissing her check. The male aroma, mixed with manly cologne, caressed her senses, and she reached inside his robe with her left hand. God! she cried inwardly. It's as big as my favorite dildo!
"Oh, me, too!" she whispered, spreading her thighs. Kim was always fastidious with her pussy, but for tonight she had favored it with extra lotions and perfumes. His fingers crept closer to her cunt, his mouth claimed her lips, his tongue stroked inward. Kim squirmed her tongue around it, lifting her hips invitingly. His prick tensed in her fingers. Jeeeese!
Sure, this was cheap, taking leftovers from Janis's new husband-but it was probably all she'd ever get. She owed Janis everything. Most sensual old bats like Janis would never turn a new lover over to a relative.
The kiss ended just as he pressed her cunt and began to fondle up and down her crevice, touching her aching, stiff clit. Oh, he was as clever with it as the maid, Anna!
"Uhhhh!" she whined, tingles spreading delectably from her hot love-button. His mouth moved to her titties, already free from the cling of her nightie top, and he lipped her right nipple. Now his middle finger slipped slickly inside her cunt. She moaned and hunched on it, a shower of thrills cascading through her whole lower body.
The moment he'd entered her room he had started fondling her tits, and obviously he liked them. Her nipple hardened in his clinging lips, he stroked his finger slowly in and out, in and out. His cock flexed in her hungry digits, and she felt the first twinges of her climax.
"Ohhh, ohh, ohhhhhh!" she cried, her ass lunging upward. The quick, luscious throbs of her orgasm tightened her twat in excruciating rhythm, she was coming harder than she'd ever come on her dildo! Too much...
Rance knew he had a tigress by the cunt. All the promise of her full, sensual mouth, her big high tits, the sweet roll of her generous ass, was not just show. Her passion was real, ripe and tumultuous. Her cunt was smaller than Janis's and active. She went off like a black broad. Fuuuuuuck.
Janis was no problem. He used his hands and mouth more than his cock, he gave her as many bang-bangs as she needed. Her big thing was that she owned him, and she'd been busy showing him off to her super-rich friends, patting him on the ass in front of them. Many were widows, and he knew he could cook up another deal if this one fell through.
She was planning a honeymoon trip to Hawaii, Tahiti, Australia and New Zealand. She wanted to get porked on a bed of grass beneath some palm trees near the ocean. She thought that would be very romantic. Seagull shit in the eye did not appeal to him, but what the hell-it was her money.
His posh office downtown, where he was Assistant to the President, was supplied with two very choice secretaries, and the blonde one was horsing. In a few days he'd have his stinger in her cunt. He figured he could trust her.
But Kim was something else. If she was a virgin, as Janis believed, the membrane had been gone for a long time. Showed how much these cunts really knew about one another. A hundred to one that she'd been, fucking herself with some kind of artificial cock for years, Rance noted inwardly.
Without her handicap she could go out and mingle and get lots of cock. He had noticed how this one maid named Anna hung around Kim a lot, how she looked at the blind girl. The poor cunt had to fuck somebody.
He watched her finish her goodies, then slump back on the love seat with an expression of jungle lust on her rounded face. He drew his finger out of her box and started on her tits again. Beautiful boobs, high, peaked, swollen out farther than ever.
"Ohhhh, Rance!" she breathed, still clutching his cock. "Do you like the way I look, am I sexy enough?"
"Baby, you've got it," he murmured. "Two dandy big ones."
"Mmmmmm! Will you please hurry and fuck me... "
* * *
"That sonofabitch!" Lili Lawton said, tipping her highball glass, taking a good swallow.
"Riiight," Fran Burke answered. "We were ready to give him lots of sex, both of us, and he goes for that rich old cunt! You're well rid of him, honey."
They were in the Lawton livingroom, and Lili was on her third drink. She was getting hot. Both wore bikinis, they had been down on the beach earlier, working on their tans. Two young girls had been horsing around with a very handsome college-type guy, paying no attention whatever to Fran and Lili. Both wondered why he didn't take them somewhere and give them some cock. The cute girls, that is.
"Why don't we fix up and go downtown to that singles bar, Fran?"
"I've got a better idea," Fran giggled, sliding closer to Lili. She was into her third drink, too.
"Well, it is damn good," Lili cooed, leaning nearer. "Watching those kids turned me on, and so do you."
Both placed their empty glasses on the coffee table. Fran's arms slipped around Lili's bare waist, she spread her long thighs and tipped her head for a kiss. Their tongues wrestled, Fran tickled along the inner flesh of Lili's thighs. Damn, it was good.
Lili shivered, reached for Fran's halter and unfastened it, filling her left hand with warm, firming breast-flesh. Better to have her fun with a person she knew and could trust than go to all that trouble of dressing, sitting at a bar on display, like a couple of cheap whores, and hoping a couple of virile studs would pick them up.
Fat chance! A divorcee Lili knew had tried the bar, and she had landed a date, only to discover when they got in the motel that the guy was a chick. The freak wanted to fuck her with a dildo, and she had split, utterly shocked. More and more weirdos running around out there.
Fran was inside Lili's panty now, fooling around with her clit, and ohhhh, neat! For several days Lili had been too mad and upset to enjoy even a session on her fingers. She needed a good fuck, a thorough blowout. Fran's best finger oozed into Lili's cunt, a sugary tingling chasing through her loins. Their mouths unglued.
"Oh, hit me, honey!" Lili breathed. "I need a nice hot fastie!"
"You fox," Fran giggled. "Get your panty off, tip it up, and I'll really clang your bell."
They both laughed...
* * *
"You mean," 'Trudy Smith said to Kitten Oliver, "you asked me over to help you out with Rod? You said you had a hot date lined up. Your folks are gone and we'd have a party!"
"Cool out, honey," Kitten giggled. "You know it's the in thing for two chicks to date a real guy. I've been letting him fuck me, I'm on the pill now, and he's too much! Jeese, the last time I got sore."
"Well-he is good-looking as hell. Has he got a big cock?"
"You get your eager little pinkies on it and you'll go wild, honey," Kitten bubbled. "You know that fancy big blonde who was staying with Rod's mother? I'm sure he got his cock into her. I think she kind of showed him how to fuck!"
"Jeeeesus, she was some looker, all right."
"Well?" Kitten giggled. "That's his car now. He likes your bod, he told me that the other day. We can have funnn!"
"Well, okay!" Trudy said. "What if he wants us to get it on? I've heard about that-"
"I wouldn't mind fooling around with you at all, sexy," Kitten said, winking. "I mean, you know, just for a party... "
* * *
News story on page 5 of the Santa Barbara Courier: The bullet-riddled body of a white male, around age thirty-five, was found yesterday beneath a pier at the public beach. He has been tentatively identified as Mario Lozzi of Chicago, allegedly connected with the Mafia of that city. Police are continuing their investigation.
* * *
"How do you like coming home to a brunette, honey?" Tal said, greeting Ross at the door of their modest apartment at Half Moon Bay, south of San Francisco.
"Dressed like that, I'll take you any way I can get you, sugar," he grinned, looking her up and down. She wore a fancy little black number that she'd bought in Paris before they had taken a jetliner back home.
Seeing him, so eager and handsome, ready to attack him after her bad week, had already juiced her pussy. He had convinced his superiors that if Tal changed her appearance and assumed a new name, Mrs. Ross Wheeler, she would be quite safe from the fury of the Mob. The hit man who had been sent to erase her was dead. Ross had received the information only three days earlier.
But God! She was home, she was wildly in love, the future looked rosy even though there would always be some danger. Living alone in France, even with a hot young fox next door who wanted to get in her panties, was not her idea of being protected.
Ross was now stationed at Redwood City. Tal's new identity showed her as being Kelli Wheeler, nee Longwood. He still called her Tal at home, she had already made friends nearby, in particular a plump young blonde divorcee who also worked in Redwood City as a secretary to a real-estate dealer.
She had the apartment next door, her name was Annie Lacy, and it was almost obvious she had a thing for Ross. She was fairly attracitve, but her big asset was her boobs. At twenty-three they had not begun to sag, and everything she wore accented her knockers, high and rounded. Newer wore a bra.
She also had an amazing frankness about the functions of her bod, perhaps from watching too many mini-pad commercials on TV. And since her divorce, she had told Tal on their second visit over coffee that since she wasn't getting sex steadily anymore, she was using her fingers again.
Ross closed the door and fit his hands on Tal's ass, drawing her cunt mound against his crotch. She was tall enough in heels to create a cozy fit. She hunched and held her mouth for a kiss. His tongue stroked in, he fondled her pert rear and she hunched again, letting her thighs open. She'd already told him on the phone that tonight was the night. He drew his tongue back and let her use hers. Ohhhh, terrific!
Her grip around his neck tightened, she rubbed her tits at his shirted chest and felt his play-hand sneak between her thighs from behind and tickle her pussy. It had been only seven days since they'd fucked, but it seemed more like a whole month.
She gave him air, he patted her ass, and she whispered, "Dinner's in the oven, honey. We can eat later."
"Riiiiight," he chuckled. "My dinner's in your oven."
"Filthy," she giggled, swinging away and leading him into the bedroom. She had the covers turned back, towels in place, drapes drawn. A small lamp glowed beside the bed. She sprawled out, her bare cunt showing, her tits almost free of the lacy fringe that cradled them.
He undressed quickly, grinning. "Anyway, you're a blonde where it counts."
She laughed, wiggling her ass, kicking her long legs, finally removing her spike heels. He liked her in sheer dark hip-high nylons, too, with a tiny ribboned garter belt to hold them up, and she had on some crotchless mini-panties.
The phone rang. Damn! Now and then he was called in an emergency situation. Their number was known only by his office-and Annie Lacy. The little twat had noticed it on the livingroom instrument.
"Yes?" she said, dreading the response.
"Annie here," came the giggly warm voice. Tal sighed. At least she could handle Boobs. It was a day off for her, she had been over twice already, telling Tal how hard-up she was.
"Honey, I'm in my bedroom, and I can hear you in yours, and please let me come over. I want to watch instead of listen!"
That their bedrooms were divided by only one wall had been discussed already, and Annie had mentioned that she loved to listen in when they "got a little."
Ross was naked now, sitting on the edge of the bed, easing Tal's breasts from their cups, grinning.
"Damn it, Annie, get a boyfriend," Tal suggested.
Ross was coaxing her nipples into stiffness, her cunt was slick and already puffing. She held her hand over the lower half of the phone.
"She wants to party with us, stud. I told you how she listens in when we screw in here."
"Tal, it's up to you," he smiled, still fondling her tits.
"Men!" Tal exclaimed. "I've seen you looking at her boobs. I do feel kind of sorry for her-" She wants me to fuck her, too. I wish girls wouldn't stare at me that way, but of course, it is flattering. I have a real stallion now. I don't need pussy! Ross deserves all my goodies.
"She could never compete with you, sugar," he murmured, his hand sliding down to her cunt. "No way."
Tal removed her hand from the speaking end of the phone. "All right, you fox. Get it on over here."
"Oh, wow!" Annie gushed. "Too much... " Ross felt his cock turn rock-hard. A whole damn week without getting his nuts off was pure shit; next time he'd jack out a load or two, or maybe Tal would suck him off. She liked it for a prelim, and he enjoyed kissing her clit, but they didn't care to finish that way. The widow who had trained him had let him fuck her during her period, and he hadn't known it until later. Girls were all different.
Annie was interesting. He had watched her with Tal, and he was sure the chesty blonde wanted to fuck Tal. Women of all ages stared at her, as well as men. He had run into quite a few twats like Annie, scatterbrained, not too bright, waving their tits and ass around. She had a well-paying job.
The doorbell rang. Tal kissed him, squeezed his prick, slipped on a robe and went to answer the door. And why the hell cover her bod when she'd be almost naked again in a few moments? She was not really shook about having Annie in on the excitement. Hell, maybe this was a charade for his benefit, maybe they had already fucked. Cunts.
Laughter, giggles, and they came into the bedroom, Annie blushed when she saw him naked. Well. She dropped her robe. The short nightie was bright pink, lace-bordered, she was all made up, blonde hair shining, reaching her shoulders, her melon-round tits bulging the lace panels of her nightie.
"I never did this before, I mean-wow!" she gushed.
"So you eavesdrop when Tal and I fuck, huh?" he grinned.
Annie blushed crimson, and Tal said. "Honey, take it easy on her, huh? She had a disappointing marriage, this guy didn't know anything. I told her you're very sophisticated."
"Okay," he grinned. "You chicks get on the bed and let's see what happens?' "You could warm her up a little, first," Tal giggled, moving to a chair that faced the bed.
He guided Annie down at his left side, her plump ass on the edge, slid his left arm around her waist, lifted his right hand to her thinly decorated tits, and took her red, ripe lips. They opened tremulously, almost shyly, and he drove his tongue in deep. Soft, willing, but not bold, like Tal.
"Play with his cock, honey!" Tal giggled.
He worked her charmers out of concealment, and she hesitantly touched his prick, her right arm finally going around his neck. He pressed his mouth hard, she shivered, her tongue began to flick and flirt, her fingers finally closed around his tumid cock.
Her tits felt as goad as they looked, her rosy nipples were, stiffening, her mouth began to open wider, her fingers grew bolder with his prick. A change of pussy was good for a man, and girls as smart as Tal knew it. No female liked it, but facts were facts. Girls with the new outlook were getting into the act, too...
Tal's cunt was drooling. This wasn't the first day she had considered bringing in a girl for her and Ross to enjoy. Annie filled the bill nicely. Frank about her needs, on the wagon for at least several months, right next. door, and pretty enough to excite the interest of Tal and Ross.
He began to play with her thighs now, his mouth on her jutting tits. Annie's eyes were closed, her grasp on his prick and his mouth and hand were giving her oodies of thrills. Her face showed a flush, her legs spread as he tickled in toward her blonde-haired pussy.
Finally he cupped it, he moved his lips to her other nipple, and very defly he slid his play-finger into her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Annie breathed, her crotch curling upward. "Ohhh-wow!"
Tal shuddered, dropping her right hand to her cunt. He liked her to fondle it during foreplay, the act seemed to turn him up higher, and sometimes, with his cock socked home, she teased her clit till she had her goodies. Dreamy!
He pumped his best finger slowly in and out of Annie's juicy twat. She whined, and her flush deepened. He was going to get her off. Tal circled her clit with a finger, stings of pleasure fanning through her pelvis. She lifted her tits out of the nightie, then caressed them with her left hand. Mmmmmmmm.
Oh, long time without! Annie's eyes opened, she looked over at Tal, her dewy lips rounded, but she couldn't speak; she was starting her climax. Her face tautened, her eyes closed again, her head swung back, and Ross gave her the short, quick finger-fuck strokes.
Her plump thighs trembled, her hips lifted, and a series of vivid jerks took her entire body. BeautLful! Terri Salmon went off something like this, hard body shudders, and maybe a soft squeal at the very apex. Not a sound from Annie-but it was real good for her.
Something very intimate and special seeing another girl break her fun. Tal knew already she would get some of this pussy while Ross was gone during the day. Annie was often home in the afternoons, she had a very considerate employer-or maybe she was giving him a little. You just never knew about chicks.
Ten minutes later he was stretched on the bed, on his back, both girls had been to the johnnie, and they were crouched on their knees, naked, Tal at his right, Annie at his left.
"Visitors first, honey," Tal giggled, gazing at her very favorite rigid cock, clear sap oozing from the hole in the knob.
"Want a few sucks first, big man?" Annie cooed, her fingers sliding up and down his rod.
"I think it's ready for pussy," he grinned.
She giggled, swung her right thigh over and straddled him smoothly. She'd been there before. In one swift move she reached under, guided his cockhead to her cunt, and came slowly down on it.
"Ohhhh-God!" she breathed, her face twisting.
Tal had not climaxed on her hand, and she was frantic for her goodies. She had been too generous, letting Annie mount first-but there would be other times, other evenings. Annie started her fuck, slowly, with teasing little bursts of hunches, then a pause while she watched Ross knead her bulging tits.
"You're good up there, baby," Ross smiled.
"Ohhh-I bet I'm not a good as Tal!" Annie gasped.
"I'd never tell," he grinned.
Tal sank down at his left side, and she could see that Annie was planning on a long ride. Tal started fondling her cunt again, and her tits. The scene appeared to excite Annie, and she hunched with more vigor.
"Like to see me get it off, honey?" Tal giggled.
"Ohh-yesss!" Annie breathed. "I just knew you two were swingers! Ohhh, hell-ohh, oh, oh, ohhh!"
The cute blonde's ass jiggled, she stroked very swiftly, her head kinked back, the bed jiggled, too. Ross held her tits in a heavy grip, and Annie squealed. The final thrusts of her plump rounded ass started Tal into her orgasm.
Ohh, her clit throbbed between her first two rubbing fingers, her nipples peaked, the honeyed stings of her joy were fantastically rich! She would not wait so long again. Threesome fun with this cute bunny was simply divine! They could have parties every time the mood hit them.
Tal bucked her ass and kept up her hand-play until the bed quieted and Annie fell forward, her big boobs pillowed on Ross's chest. There was sweat on his fore-head, he had broken a load up in this new sweet young dewy cunt. He'd waited a week, too.
"Ding din dell, pussy in the well!" Annie gasped.
"I think this is gonna be a real neat party," Tal giggled. "What do we hear from our resident stallion, anyway?"
"I think I've got the best two pussycats in California," he said. His left hand slipped over and pressed Tal's cunt. She turned toward him, giving him room to play. Nummmmmy! Why was it always so much better when he fondled her twat?
Being home meant so very much, too. They could go to the beach, have picnics, barbecues-and if Annie wanted to go along, why not! She was sure she could find a job. She could start living a normal life, she would drink it to the fullest.
She reached over and caressed Annie's warm, smooth ass. The blonde lifted her head and winked. The evening was young.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Tal and Ross, meet a good friend of mine, Dee Lang," Annie smiled.
Tal was used to surprises from dizzy Annie, but it was a pleasant one. Dee had a lot going for her, although certainly considerably older than the plushy blonde.
Tal and Ross had been invited over to Annie's apartment for steaks on the barbecue grill; it was Friday evening, and Tal had been looking forward to a neat three-some like the last one. What the hell is this Dee doing here? she wondered.
"I've heard lots about you two," Dee said, eyeing Ross like he was a stud, in a pasture, and needing a new mare.
"She's from San Mateo, kids," Annie bubbled. "Looking for excitement."
"Pleased," Ross grinned.
"We worked in the same office once," Annie went on. "But she inherited a bunch of money, and quit. Come on, everybody, have a beer and relax!"
They all moved out onto Annie's enclosed deck, where tables were set up, one for food, the other with iced containers of beer, glasses and snacks. It was a bikini-and-swimsuit affair, and Tal noticed Ross watching the twitch of Dee's slender ass, the push of her tits at the snug red halter.
"Didn't you bring a date, Dee?" Tal asked, slyly.
"Oh, why? Annie said you and the big man here are swingers," Dee cooed, taking a can of beer from the ice. "Or do you just share him with Annie?"
Tal blushed. "He can handle himself, all right." She wiggled up to Ross, arhing her boobs out. "In any kind of situation."
"You can say that again!" Annie giggled. She rolled her eyes, glancing down at Ross's cock-lump, clearly limned by the snug swim trunks.
Three pussies and one stud, Tat thought. That little blonde bitch! She couldn't keep any kind of secret!
"What do you say, honey?" Tal asked Ross.
"I leave everything up to the girls," he grinned, sipping beer from a freshly-opened can. He had already popped cans for Tal and Annie. Annie hadn't put the steaks on yet, she wanted everyone to "get acquainted" first.
Dee was long and limber, her rich dark hair cut short. She had a beautiful California tan, with not a white strip of flesh showing around the bikini panty or mini-halter. An heiress, huh. Her brown eyes were giving Tal a survey, too.
For a slender girl with a petite face, she had very full lips, sensually pouted. She moved gracefully, like an athlete. And she had to be rubbing thirty. Ross hadn't fucked Tal since Tuesday, and she was feeling the itch. Were they getting too used to one another already?
And that damned Mafia-they never gave up. She could still be wiped out...
Dee, observing Ross and Tal, joining in the conversation, felt a sweet urgency in the cunt. Real men like Ross were few and far between, and Tal was just super. What dainty, delicate moves, what a bod! Dee preferred cock, but now and then a chick came along who really stirred her clit.
Annie was one of those. They hadn't rubbed their things together in months, though. Dee had been abroad, she had quite a few friends around San Mateo. She had recently kicked out her latest live-in, a rather dense young shoe clerk who simply couldn't learn to hold his shots.
Trying to make him wait for it had resulted in several premature ejaculations-and what a waste that was! Still, at thirty-one, she couldn't be too picky. So much young pussy around, and basically that's what men wanted.
Having a girl live-in got a bit too sticky. She liked being alone most of the time, anyway. A broad with money had a lot of options, like expensive massage emporiums, hiring joy boys. Sometimes she simply preferred a dildo.
There was a kind of added fascination about Tal. Annie was sure the cute brunette, who had the complexion of a blonde, was "hiding out." She hardly ever left the apartment alone. Obviously she had it big for Ross, the lucky little cunt. Lucky for him, too! It was just very prime, fresh stuff.
"If we're really going to share this stud, let's make a game out of it!" Annie giggled.
"What kind of game, honey?" Dee asked, winking at Ross.
"Just a minute here!" Tal objected. "Who brought him?"
"Oh, be a sport, Tal. Dee already told me she's hard-up as hell! You know how he rings my bell!"
Dee shivered. Right now she'd settle for Tal or Annie.
Laughter eddied around the deck.
"Here's the plan," Annie giggled. "Ross goes in my bedroom and we take turns, so many minutes alone with him!"
"Kid-stuff," Dee smiled. "Let's all go in your bedroom and get it on, catch as catch can."
More laughter .
She's serious, Tal thought. Maybe I've had too much beer, but I like it! I'd like to fuck Dee, I really would! Live today for tomorrow you may die!
Tal sat on a love seat with Annie and watched Ross start his move on the bed with Dee. Already they were kissing and feeling each other. Everyone was naked now, and his cock was huge. Trust a man to go for some new, available cunt!
"Come on, honey, play with me!" Annie whispered in Tal's ear. "Remember the other afternoon? You make me come off so goooood!"
"You little hot box," Tal giggled, getting her left arm around the silken, warm waist, lifting her right hand to Annie's twin sex balloons. Annie's mouth came over, her tongue darting; she shivered as Tal opened the soft plump thighs and tickled inward toward the dainty cunt...
Dee shuddered, feeling Ross's digit slide into her already-juiced cunt. Everything about him appealed to her, particularly the size of his prick. Ohh, even his finger was long! Or was it because she was lifting her crotch and making it easy for him.
His tongue searched the inside of her mouth, she fondled his cock and whined, stabbing her tongue around his. The vibes were just fan-tactic! When his thumb pressed her clit, rolling it gently, she moaned fiercely. Tal and Annie were getting it on, too. Looked like they'd been having a little every once in a while. Tal was really going after the blonde!
Ross unfastened his mouth and murmured, "How about topping it, baby?"
"God, yes!" she breathed. "I don't like coming on a finger. I can do that."
He chuckled. She moved swiftly above him, a pose she preferred with men and girls both; he surely had sensed her wish and she adored him for it. That big beautiful knob started up into her shivery snatch, she moaned and swept down!
"Ohhh-OHH!" she cried, not caring what Tal and Annie were doing. In fact, they had left the room. Good! Annie had another bedroom. His prick was up in Dee. a mile!
"Gooood pussy!" he murmured, fitting his capable hands on her tits.
"Gooooood cock!" she gasped, fitting her long legs against his ribs. "Sweet as honey!"
He flexed his meatpole and she shuddered, her cunt quivering around it. Glory, glory! It was so damned delicious that she almost hated to start humping. Nothing was as wonderful as a real man and a fine, strong cock-nothing!
"Make it last," he grinned.
"Oh, I wish it could last all night, you horse!"
Slowly she began her fuck. She'd seldom had so much cock up in her! She had a large-size dildo, but it was a damn poor substitute; a woman her age, or any age, had to have the real animal flesh, the male feel, the rigid penetration-at least once in a while!
"Ohhh, I'm gonpa get off!" she panted, pausing again. "Don't you dare shoot yet!"
"I can last a long time down here, Dee... " Ross was having second thoughts about a limber-legged slender piece like Dee. He had always preferred the younger plump ones with big jugs. Of course, Tal was special-but he had to admit that it couldn't last forever.
Annie had proven that, already. He began to wonder just how much money Dee had. He could damn well check it out with his contacts. Snooping was part of his daily routine.
Some of his co-workers still were talking about Rance Lawton, how he'd gotten out of the grind by marrying that very rich Janis Holton. A kind of high-priced gigolo, but he had it made, like a lot of smart men who married it instead of working for it.
"Ohh-ohhh-this is it!" Dee cried, hunching swiftly. "Ahhhhhhh-Fuuuuuuuck!"
Damn, she could really toss her great ass around. Her cunt stunted delectably around his meat, he encouraged her with tit-play and tensings of his cock. The look on her face, her heavy panting as she sailed into the after-twitches, told him he had something real fine here...
Dee heaved and shuddered through her fun. God! She hadn't had such a big one in years! Her cunt seemed to burn and cling to his prick.
She settled down on him, rubbing around his strong, young body, the aftermath delectably thorough. Her cunt still was fluttering! She kissed his throat, rolled her breasts against his chest. Her nipples loved it! She didn't have bags, like Annie, but when she was so good and hot they firmed into cute pointy hills...
"We gotta have more of this, stud!" she whispered. "Want my phone number?"
"Hell, yes, Dee. Tell me, I have a great memory for numbers."
She did. She fastened those thick, puffed lips to his mouth, her tongue bladed deeply, and she started fucking again. Unusual pose, her legs far out, but she was getting the job done. What had a buddy told him once? The closer to the bone the sweeter the meat. Check! Limberness had advantages.
Giggles and laughter from the other bedroom. Neither door was closed. This wouldn't be much of a novelty for Tal and Annie, they did quite a lot of fucking, whether he was home or not. Annie and Dee looked like old bedmates, too.
Dee's mouth lifted, she breathed into his lips. "God! Would you consider something permanent, Ross? Are you tied to Tal?"
"Nothing I can't get out of," he said, baiting her. "I like the way you fuck and blow your goodies!"
"Oh, I've got lots more for an animal like you," she breathed, hunching faster...
* * *
"Well, come on in, Ross!" Dee bubbled, ushering him through the door of her lavish apartment in San Mateo. Three days had passed since the party at Annie's place. Tal seemed rather upset. She could sense that Dee had drawn a very big load from his balls.
Now he felt kind of shitty.
But the feel of Dee, in her expensive purple lounging pajamas, took away the pain. He had a whole afternoon to goof off. Lei Tal go over and fuck Annie.
His credit check on Dee Lang had further whetted his appetite. She had inherited a fortune, she was rated now with assets, handled by a famous brokerage house, of over twelve million. She could live very high indeed on interest from just a portion of it. Sonofabitch! he thought to himself.
Rance, old boy, I can understand how you feel, Ross's mind continued. But hell, I've got a career to consider, and some pride. What price glory? The bottom line was always money.
He gripped Dee's narrow, rounded ass in both hands, accepting the cozy tongue-dives that were bringing his shaft up high and hard. He hadn't had a fuck since spending those fine hours with this same cunt.
Another rumor had come into his office about another hit man after Tal. This one was from New York, supposed to be highly professional. Lozzi had let his nuts interfere with business, and he'd been rubbed out.
"God, you feel wonderful!" Dee giggled, arching her crotch at his hard-on. "I wasn't sure you'd call, seeing how beautiful and sexy your live-in is."
He hated saying it, but the words came out, anyway. "There are always problems with a girl that attractive."
"You mean, because she likes pussy?"
"Not entirely," he grinned. "I could never knock that scene. I think maybe you wanted some of Tal yourself."
Dee laughed, guiding him to a long sofa. He had never been inside such a fabulous apartment, and he had seen only one big room of it.
They sat, she at his left, those lean, long, shapely thighs spread, her tits poking at the top'of her lounging ensemble: She had reddened her mouth so it looked thicker than ever. Her short, dark hair glistened, her brown eyes shone. He noticed now her almost-perfect teeth.
"Drink, honey?" she smiled, patting his left leg close to his crotch.
"I don't need it, with you," he said gallantly.
"That'll get you some extra fast wiggles!" she laughed. "Come on, 'feet's not mess around with clothes on. You did come here to fuck, didn't you?"
He laughed, too. She stood, caught his hand and led him across the sea of thick blue carpet to a wide doorway. She opened it, and he felt chills up and down his back.
Jeeesus!
The whole interior was fashioned in 1890's style, reds and blacks mingled; it looked like pictures he had seen of olden-day shore houses-elaborate, frilly, extravagant. No ceiling mirror, but several faced the wide bed, and several period or Victorian statues were shaped suspiciously phallic. One lamp support was carved and tinted like an erect penis; the glans glowing redly. The lampshade had black silhouettes of the four basic fucking poses.
"Like it?" she giggled, her right hand sliding down across his prick-lump.
He inserted his right hand inside her pajama top and caught a well-shaped, firmed-out tit, his left hand cupping an asscheek. She trembled, weaving her shoulders.
"Like this better," he grinned. "Hey, it's fabulous!"
"How would you like to move in here, Ross?"
He had sensed the invitation, his cock responded, his body wanted it-but there was always Tal. But damn it, a man has to think of his own career. While his superiors approved of his setup with Tal, keeping an eye on her, the threat of a new hit man changed everything.
Tal was posing as his wife, but that was all. Marrying her, his superiors explained, would surely complicate matters. No. Marrying for all this luxury, plus fine hot pussy, made more sense. Maybe Tal was into girls too much Moving in didn't imply marriage. But it would be damned exciting! Tal would be moved again, probably back abroad. He had already decided he wouldn't go along; and his boss in D.C. probably wouldn't allow it.
"Don't wait too long, stud," Dee purred, unzipping his pants. "The next few days will be soon enough?"
He chuckled. "I thought we were going to undress, first."
"I just can't keep my hands off you, honey!"
But she drew her hand back and they removed their clothes. Under her pajamas she wore lacy black-and-red mini panties, crotchless. Her dark bush and cunt slit pushed through the decorative opening. Sexy. She pranced around for him, drew back the heavy, tufted counterpane and exposed wild red-satin sheets. She placed matching thick pillows, giggling and showing off. His knob was already drooling precum.
"Get comfortable and let me do the work, lover," she smiled, staring hard at his angled-up cock. Her way of pouting her thick, sensual lips stirred the beast in him.
"Great!" he said, stretching out on his back.
She straddled him quickly, but didn't connect. Her eyes gleamed, a flush was tinting her throat, her cheeks and her upper breasts. With her ass resting between his knees and three-piece set, she leaned down, cuddled his shaft in her right hand and aimed her mouth at his prick-head. Yeahhhhh!
"One thing about me, stud," she whispered. "When I fuck a man like you I don't want any other pussy around."
"I don't need one, either."
She trembled, her lips touched his knob, she closed gently around it, sucking delicately. No tongue. She knew it would be too rough on his knob. Only a few girls had favored him with fellatio, and very few actually enjoyed it. Not so with Dee. Her ass squirmed on his legs, she purred her pleasure. She loved it.
Her mouth had a hot cloying feel, like her cunt. His knob hadn't been this big in years! But she didn't overdo it. She raised up and giggled, hunching her ass. He could see her cunt already puffed and juiced along the crevice.
"Would you nibble me, lover?" she breathed.
"Hell, yes, baby."
She shuddered, then leaned down again. "Later, stud! I just gotta have this big thing up where it belongs!"
Catlike, she lifted her agile rear and contacted his tensed knob with her box. She was breathing fast, her flush deeper now. And as she came slowly and voluptuously down on his rigid shaft, as the knob flamed into her flesh, he felt the first tremors of her impending orgasm.
She whimpered and stroked. The twist of her petite face, a honeyed tightening of her cunt, an expression of wild lust in her eyes, sweetened the pot. She shuddered, her tits arched in his cupping hands, her long legs tightened inward, and she shouted!
"OHHH! Ohhhhhh-fuuuuuuuuck!"
Her juicy muff fluttered and twitched around his meat .
Dee felt the fury of her cuntal delight, drank in the sugary pounds of her exquisite release. Fuck fuck, fuck! She hadn't touched herself since the party, and the surging throbs of her joy made the waiting well worthwhile!
I have to have him, one way or another! she thought wildly, hunching for the last of her goodies. Ta! is prettier and younger than me, but I've got the money!
She flattened down, her pointy tits digging at his chest, her cunt still fluttering as the after-thrills bathed her nerves, her entire being. Somehow it had never been this good! She gasped for air, lips close to his left ear. When she was finished, she whispered.
"I sure hope you can keep it hard a long time, honey!"
"When you boil it all down, that's where it's at, huh?"
He tensed his cock and squeezed her ass hard. She had her answer! She was sure of it, now...
* * *
"Now, aren't you glad you're living here, honey?" Dee smiled, patting his leg.
A week had passed, and Ross had brought his things from Half Moon Bay to Dee's lavish apartment in San Mateo. Commuting from here to his job in Redwood City was no problem, even on the freeway.
He hadn't even gotten a chance to say goodbye to Tal. The men at the top had sent her abroad again, he'd come home four days earlier and found her gone, not even a note. He learned later that she had just escaped the second hit man, and even he didn't know where she was now.
His superiors felt it best if he never knew. He might be tempted. Hell of a note, really. Tal was on the run again, and she might be as long as she lived.
Annie Lacy had vanished, too. She'd collected all her back vacation pay and her employer hadn't seen her since. Ross was certain the girls were together. What had been a sexy friendship had developed into a full-blown lesbian affair. He wished them well!
"Damn glad," Ross grinned, getting his left arm around Dee, kissing her bare shoulder. They were on her sofa, she had just met him at the door in a pair of tight pants and halter. She looked and acted as foxy as hell.
"But you kind of miss your flown young piece, though," 'Dee murmured.
He had told Dee that Tal had just moved out while he was at work. Dee didn't need to know more. Keeping secrets was part of his work, no matter how it hurt.
"Some," he admitted.
"Honey, these extra-cute young things are unpredictable, you know that. I'll make you forget her!"
"You can start any time, baby," he grinned.
"First, let me serve you champagne. This calls for a celebration!"
"Hell, let's have it later," he said, unfastening her fancy black halter.
"I love the way you think, stud!" she giggled. She turned so he could enjoy her tits. Her dark nipples erected swiftly, she unzipped his pants. "We can have a couple of quickies, and then drink!"
"You have the quickies, I'll hold mine for much later."
They both laughed.
She stood and peeled the dark pant& from her hips. As he had suspected, she wore nothing beneath. She draped her pants over the back of a chair, he hauled his cock out of his pants. Her black eyes were just as greedy as ever...
I've got him! she thought, trembling. He insists on keeping his job, though. Maybe I wouldn't want a full-time gigolo, anyway. I'll get my pinkies on him nights and weekends, just like a dutiful housewife. God! How I adore that cock of his, his expert fingers!
"We've never fucked on the sofa," she giggled. She posed in front of him, rocking her ass, tipping her twat out. Slowly she spread her legs and sat on his knees. She was already drippy, his kiss at the door had started her pussy flowing.
With her hands on his shoulders, she lowered her head for his kiss, and he began to fondle her eager, itching, cunt. Oh, his tongue seemed to go all the way through her, right down to her stiffening clit! How he could make it stand up and quiver with joy!
As his best finger slipped up into her snatch, she moaned and hunched, pangs of exquisite delight fanning out from her pussy. He searched the interior of her vagina, thumbing her clitoris. She knew she would set a new record tonight, she would come off two-dozen times!
Tal was out of her mind, leaving a man like Ross.
He paused, while she used her tongue, while she quaked with joyful anticipation. She was sure he had learned some of this good stuff from Tal, but where had she been educated? That didn't matter now! Dee was receiving the benefits, the luscious teasings and fondlings that made her orgasms so deep and thorough.
Their mouths broke free, she panted against his shoulder, tipping her cunt even higher. Ohh, yens! Oh, it was coming now! So slowly and excruciatingly... sugary nuances... lifting her to a state of thrall she could hardly believe!
Ohhh, almost... almost... ohhhhh . . NOWWWW!
Cock was always the best, but his finger was doing it this time! Her breasts hardened, her legs jerked and she flew up to her shivery crest!
She shouted shrilly! Throb after heavenly throb tore at her desire, her cunt clamped and tightened in swift, hot, drum-beat cadence! He jabbed quickly, deeply. She cried out again! She was having a multiple! Oh, the room tilted, her vision hazed, she was in a sensual dreamland, panting, lunging, going wild...
Now he had her on the bed, a fat pillow beneath her ass, and he was taking over. Ohhh, those power-drives inward, those slow out-strokes, then the lunge as he gored her again and again! She was in a frenzy. Five orgasms around his prick, and now his big moment was approaching, like a steam engine!
He began whimpering as the seconds of delight ticked away, as the bed sighed its voluptuous rhythms. His knob swelled, his big shaft tensed, her flesh trembled, and suddenly he groaned like an animal, driving her into yet more responsiveness.
Their cries of totality seemed to ring like thunder in her ears and senses. Her entire pelvis was heaving and churning! Her cunt was clamping around his lunging cock, the feel of his big nuts drawn up filled her cup of joy to the brim! Oh, then the enthralling throb of his cock!
She had never been so beautifully and powerfully fucked in her whole life, she was sure his cock-head reached all the way into her throat! Oh, and he didn't stop there, he kept stabbing her, jolting her until every nerve in her body was bathed with after-fun, with cozy relief...
Ross slumped down, panting. Her lithe legs around his quivering buttocks, her arms clamped around his shoulders, the fine trembles of her cunt around his meatpole, her cunt mouth glued around the base of his prick, her whimpers of relief... it was all any man could ask from a hot, willing pussy!
But even in his glow of victory, their mingled juices oozing out around his prick, he thought fleetingly of another girl, another time.
Run fast, Ta!, run far! he said to himself. I hope to hell they never catch you...
