Gilda Haynes had just recently transplanted herself from her native Cleveland, Ohio when her theretofore tame and relatively uneventful life took a total about face.
A beautiful redhead, Gilda had married her high school sweetheart, not long thereafter discovering that what she once assumed to be the ideal romance was far short of that.
After obtaining a divorce, Gilda decided that a fresh change of scenery was needed. She moved to southern
California, getting a job as a secretary and moving into a large singles complex in Marina del Rey.
One afternoon as she was lounging at poolside Gilda met Ned Perkins, a tenant at the complex who quickly struck up a friendship with her. Gilda liked his brashly aggressive style, and soon she was coaxed by Ned to go to work for him in his successful bar and nightclub as a female bartender.
As the beautiful redhead assumes her regular day shift at the bar, business rapidly begins to climb. Not only does her boss seek to spend a lot of time with her. A number of customers lust to get to know her as well as possible.
What with plenty of exposure to the uninhibited sides of life from Ned and several other volunteers, Gilda quickly undergoes,a transformation in which things that had been previously unthinkable for her become commonplace.
The fascinating story of Gilda Haynes proves once more how sweeping a young woman's life alteration can become once that she begins saying no less and exploring more of the fascinating highways and byways of life.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
As Ned Perkins climbed out of the singles complex swimming pool, he got his first sight of her.
She was a stunning redhead who lay stretched out on a chaise lounge just a few feet away from the pool. Her heavily tanned body indicated that she had spent a good deal of time lately either at poolside or at the nearby beach, or both. Ned's penis couldn't help but instinctively harden in his tightly fitting, light brown trunks as he admired the curvaceous outline of this captivatingly beautiful young woman's form.
Her siren red hair fluttered slightly in the mild afternoon breeze that was filtering in from the nearby Pacific Ocean. Ned stared at the dazzling redhead's finely chiseled face, set off by her high cheekbones.
As his eyes ever so sensitively began to travel down the rest of her body, he observed the eye-popping beauty of her firm breasts, which thrusted ever so proudly out of the thin material of her white bikini.
While he kept peering downward, he observed her beautifully bronzed stomach and the way that it tapered inwardly, after which he then examined her from the waist down and couldn't help but be overwhelmed with desire.
As he observed her legs, he admired the trim, well-tapered lines of them. He only wished that he was on familiar terms with her, and could reach out and run his fingers up and down those trim legs and also against her warm, jutting breasts.
Ned recognized that he would at least have to strike up a conversation with this gorgeous hunk of woman. There were so many people living in the vast Marina del Rey singles complex that he couldn't guarantee meeting anyone at any given point in time. In this vast metropolis when he saw a female he wanted to talk to, he made it a point to make his move as soon as possible.
Briskly Ned walked toward the chaise longue where the beautiful redhead was lying. There was an empty longue next to hers. He was happy that there were few people out at poolside on that particular afternoon. If there had been a lot of men, he reasoned, it would have been difficult if not impossible for him to have a chance to even talk to her. She was the type of beauty that the hungry, unattached singles swingers of the complex would go nuts over.
Ned came to a stop as he stood in front of the beautiful redhead. She didn't even see him since she had her eyes closed at that moment, with her chin jutting upwardly toward the clouds.
"Excuse me, Miss, but is this longue taken?" he asked a little nervously.
Ned immediately chastised himself for being that cumbersome in his approach. After all, practically all of the chaise longues were empty, and here he was using the standard old line, initiating conversation by asking if a particular place was empty.
She opened her eyes. He got his first look at her appraising blue eyes, which stared at him luminously as she took him in.
"Excuse me?" she asked. "I'm sorry, but I was daydreaming."
"Quite all right."
He was just as happy that she was on the defensive and apologetic over not having heard him. "I was just asking if it was all right if I sit next to you."
"It's not taken, if that's what you mean," she smiled, a little too distantly to suit him.
"Then that's settled," he said.
He tried not to let his huge erection show as he slid his body downward and into the longue.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before," he said. "By the way, my name is Ned Perkins."
"I'm Gilda Haynes," she replied matter of factly. "You probably haven't seen me around here much. I work as a secretary but my boss is away today so I was given the day off. He's at a convention."
"So you've got an opportunity to lie in the sun," Ned grinned. "I haven't even seen you out here on weekends."
"It's much too crowded here on weekends. I came here thinking that I might like the socializing, but a lot of it's leaving me cold."
"How long have you lived at the singles complex?"
"Just a little over two months," she explained.
"Where did you live before that?"
"I lived in Cleveland. My husband and I got a divorce. After all the bad memories and the like, I decided to come out here."
"Do you like it in southern California?" Ned flashed a wide grin, happy that he was getting to talk to this gorgeous creature.
"It's all right I guess," she shrugged, "but a lot of it's very impersonal. Like this place. It's a sprawling metropolis but with security guards."
"That's one of the big incentives of living here. It prevents crime."
"I'm not knocking the security guards. It's just that the whole thing takes on the appearance of a prison at times. Even the walls of the buildings are gray. I guess that's only fitting."
"Sounds like you're really in the dumps."
"Everything's so impersonal," she shrugged.
Ned calculated his next move. Here was a beautiful woman who was not only divorced* but was obviously lonesome, bowled over by the hugeness and the imper-sonalism of the city. She didn't look as if she could be much more than twenty-one. He calculated what happened to her. It was probably one of those high school sweetheart romances, he thought, the kind that looked so good on paper but didn't work out in reality. The poor girl was crushed by the trauma of the divorce and now she's trying to pick up the pieces.
"You like your job?" he asked.
"It's all right, I guess," she shrugged. "It pays the bills. Not much more."
"I own a bar and discotheque right here in the Marina," Ned explained. "Have you ever heard of the Jolly Spot?"
She thought momentarily.
"I think I've driven past there a few times on the way home from work," she said.
"You've never visited it?"
"No, never."
"That's too bad. It's a lively spot. Just like you'd guess from the name."
"I haven't been getting out much. I was hoping when I moved into this place that there would be some interesting parties to go to, some stimulating people to meet. But the men I've met so far have been all alike. Just one thing on their minds. Jumping into the nearest sack. And I guess you can't really fault them for that, it's just basic instinct. But it's the way they handle themselves. They expect you to immediately jump. I don't go for that. I mean, I at least like to feel that I know a person."
"You poor kid," he said. "Say listen. I don't have to go into the place until late tonight. How about me taking you to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant just down the street from here?"
She appraised him lengthily, sizing him up in an attempt to determine whether she should get further involved.
"Maybe I'd like that," she smiled.
Ned's heart pounded as he told her what time he would pick her up. He asked her the number of her apartment unit.
"I'm in 307W," she said.
"The west wing. That's where I live. We're practically neighbors," Ned laughed.
"Yeah, along with about thirty thousand others," she shook her head.
"I've got to get you out of this despondent mood," Ned said. "And to think that you'd feel that way on a bright, sunshiny afternoon. I'll do something about that. I'll get you to beat the blues."
Ned smiled confidently as he walked away. Several times he turned and took quick glances at this stunning woman, without a doubt the best-looking, best-endowed that he had encountered in the better than one year that he had resided at the singles complex.
That evening he arrived at her apartment on time. He was taken aback once more by the overpowering loveliness of Gilda. She wore a lovely light blue pant-suit, and had just combed her hair to bring out every bit of its lustrous, glowing, red quality.
All during dinner, Ned found it difficult to contain himself. His heart pounded and his hard, overactive cock was ever so ready to spring into action. But he kept telling himself to hold his horses and not make a premature move. After all, he recalled, this was a girl who had just come off a bad marriage and was a little sour on the world in general. In addition, she had told him what she thought of some of the frivolous swinger types she had dealt with in the complex. So the thing he had to do was present the aura of success. Suddenly it dawned on him just what he should do. Following a quick after-dinner drink, he could take her to the Jolly Spot and show her his business. Once that she saw just how thriving his operation was, she would no doubt gain some new respect for him.
The plan went beautifully. In addition, while they were at the Jolly Spot sitting at the crowded bar, Ned got her to indulge fairly heavily in alcohol. He could tell that she was not much on the consumption of booze, but that didn't bother him, for it actually would work to his advantage.
He also led her to the dance floor, grinding his hips back and forth as he watched her do the same. Just being that close to her, inhaling the scent of her fragrant perfume, and looking at her trim, voluptuous form as she wiggled her body so dazzlingly caused him to become even more acutely horny than before.
After a couple lively dance sessions with her, in which a number of jealous men peered at him and jealous women stared at Gilda, he decided to leave. A lot of these guys were probably jealous of him anyway because he owned such a thriving bar and discotheque operation. They figured he was no doubt banging all of his cocktail waitresses. In addition, now that they saw him with a stunning redhead on the floor, it only added to the situation. For the sake of business and for his own sake he decided that it would be great to leave at that moment and to try and entice her to his apartment.
They climbed into his black Cadillac Seville and drove the several blocks back to the vast Marina complex. As they reached the subterranean garage, he decided to pop his question.
"How about dropping in your neighbor's place for a quick nightcap?" he asked.
"Are you sure that's all you've got in mind?" she looked at him skeptically.
"You really do think that all of us men are bastards, don't you?" he laughed.
"I'm sorry," she chuckled, immediately seeing the humor. "Maybe I do cross-examine too much. I'm sorry if I've acted like a spoil sport, because actually I've had a great time. The best time I've had since I've been here in Marina del Rey."
"I'm very happy to hear that. Okay, so you'll let me fix you a drink?"
"Of course."
Once that Ned got the beautiful Gilda into the privacy of his neatly furnished apartment, his hard, overpowering prick became more nervous than ever, as did the rest of him. His heart kept on beating in thundering waves of exhilaration and anxiety as he walked over to the bar and poured himself and his beautiful guest a Scotch on the rocks.
They had listened to loud rock sounds from the combo when they had danced at the Jolly Spot, and now, he felt, it was time for something softer. He flipped on the stereo console and turned it to a soft, instrumental FM station. As she took her first sip from the Scotch, Ned wondered just how her inhibitions might have been affected by all of the booze she had sampled that night. He astutely stared into her eyes, trying to observe any telltale sign that surfaced. He did see a little glazed expression, and he was hoping to follow up on it, converting that or anything else to his potential advantage.
Ned immediately gulped down most of the contents of his glass. As he watched her press the glass against her lips, he slid his body over and sat down next to her. His body tightened with ever-mounting anxiety as he observed the voluptuous outline of her breasts. He wanted so badly to reach down and inside of the top of her pantsuit, then to dig his fingers inside of her bra and move them with unrestrained glee against her firm, ripe melons. He wanted to touch and squeeze her captivating breasts until she gasped and begged him for more.
"You're very beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
"You're nice, Ned. You've been so nice to me. This whole thing loosened me up. It made me feel so much better."
As soon as Ned heard the words, "loosened up," he wondered if perhaps that was a clue. In any event, no matter whether she meant the expression literally or figuratively, he decided it was time for him to take a quick forward step. This was a stunning woman who acted as if she definitely wanted to be his, but, on the same token, didn't want to behave cheaply about it.
Even though his initial instincts were to immediately strip her and drive his hard, powerful organ deep inside of her twisting femaleness, he suppressed that desire. As his heart pounded, Ned began to quickly calculate strategy. He would reach out and slide his fingers ever so slowly and soothingly through her hair. By touching her hair he would be establishing a pattern of communication between them, but, on the other hand, he would not be frightening her off. If he made too bold or rapid a move, he reasoned, then this beautiful creature might get very disillusioned and downright angry.
So caution was the watchword as he reached up with his right hand, moving his fingers slowly as he brushed them through her lustrous red hair.
"Beautiful hair," he whispered. "Beautiful woman."
At that moment she drew her head back on the sofa, looking up at him. The expression in her eyes indicated that she wanted even more affection, and as he looked down at her thick, flowingly sensuous red lips, he longed to sink his own lips against them.
Chapter Two
Ned threw his lips forward, allowing them to land with thundering impact against hers.
Immediately the successful club owner felt the tremors of sensual anxiety flow through his whole adrenaline-charged body. He was supercharged with the electricity of lovemaking as his warm charging lips continued to sink repeatedly against hers. He sucked in his breath as he ever so desirously kept plunging his lips against hers, after which he then released them.
Thrusting his tongue forward, Ned recklessly pushed his body toward hers. This time he permitted his chest to salaciously rub against her warm breasts. Even though he was wearing a jacket and shirt, while she wore a pantsuit and brassiere, he still derived a good deal of erotic pleasure just from that intimate form of electrifying body contact.
When she failed to object, continuing to look at him in a starry-eyed fashion, he pushed his searing red tongue forward and let it glide its way ever so superbly inside of her mouth.
His tongue dazzled her with its quick, determined pyrotechnics. Ever so searingly he let its wetness make itself felt as he pushed it resoundingly against hers, enjoying each and every slashing stab that they shared.
By then Ned was letting both torrid hands circulate freely over his lover's beautiful red hair. Up and down he moved his fingers with skill and dexterity, and all the while he inhaled the captivating fragrance of her exotic perfume.
When the searing tongue kiss came to an end, Ned sensed that this woman was his. Convinced that he had overpowered any resistance that she might have felt, he reached down and began to unzip her pantsuit.
"Ohhh, darling, please, let's not go too fast," she gasped. "Maybe we should stop right now."
Even though she was making a suggestion to the effect that they stop, Ned knew down deep that it was a hollow gesture on Gilda's part. He could tell from the diffident way in which she expressed herself that it was only something she felt she had to say. Down deep she wanted him and even though it bothered her a little that she was surrendering that soon, it was too late for her to hold back by then. She had committed herself emotionally too far.
His fingers fumbled periodically as he did his best to remove her pantsuit as quickly as he could. When he finally removed it, he looked down at her dazzling ivory form. The first time he'd seen her she was clad in a white bikini which had brought out every scintillating, curvaceous line of her figure. This time it was her silky white panties and matching brassiere, and it was his firm desire to completely finish the job of stripping her naked before he moved on to his next course of action.
Ned noticed that her nubile body was still extremely stiff. He knew that there was a battle going on inside this essentially lonely and fearful young girl. She felt as if she was being swallowed up in the big city, and she was in some ways lonesome for home without actually wanting to make the move and return.
If there was one thing that Ned was determined to do, it was to loosen up this beautiful hunk of sensuous woman that particular evening before making her his own. And so he reached out and undid her bra straps, watching with great joy as the bra popped free of her firm, erotic tits and landed on the rug.
"Damned, what boobs," he sighed breathlessly.
Ned couldn't help but admire the alabaster smoothness and loveliness of her dazzling white breasts. Her beautiful, captivating bosoms contrasted sharply with the color of the rest of her body, which had been tanned by the intense rays of the warm California sun.
He pushed his quick, steaming tongue forward, letting it connect initially with her left nipple. He teased her distended strawberry nipple with quick, proficient stabs, then began to extend his movements to her entire breast area.
His response was immediate as she began to gasp and gulp, her slinking body twisting sharply from side to side as he propelled his blazing tongue with sturdy, impassioned joy. The more quickly that he drove it as he worked it against her searing breast, the greater the amount of sweeping exhilaration that she felt. All of a sudden her body felt lighter than air and the tension that had dominated her earlier was no longer felt.
Immediately Ned noticed the contrast. This stunning young woman had looked fearful about the lovemaking in the early stages, and her body had been as tight as a drum. But now she was relaxing, getting accustomed to his style of lovemaking as she lay there sprawled out on the sofa, gasping as his charging tongue kept on moving sharply against her left breast.
When he finished with her left breast, Ned paused momentarily, letting the fingers of his right hand move sweepingly up and down the shadowy valley which separated her pendulous bosoms.
After touching the dazzling valley between her breasts, Ned went back to work, this time spiritedly allowing his tongue to attack her right breast. Within a matter of seconds he had bathed her in his warm, wet saliva, permitting his seething tongue to move with uninhibited glee as he let it drive against her fleshy white orb. The faster that his charging tongue moved, the more quickly that her body reacted. It thrusted zestfully in a swiftly rhythmic manner, and as Ned kept on fastening his tongue against her warm mound of flesh, he could hear the gasping sounds that emanated from her.
As Ned finished the boob sucking, he looked down at his beautiful lover's panties. Since he had finished stripping off her bra, all he needed to do to reduce her to complete nudity was reach down and pull at her warm silky panties.
When his fingers ever so instinctively reached down and imbedded themselves against the elastic waistband, once again her body tensed. It suddenly dawned on her anew just what she was going to do if the activity continued any longer. A crucial juncture was being reached in which she would be stripped of her panties, at which point this handsome, confidently virile man would be able to stare at anything, including her smooth scintillating cunt.
"Just be calm," he whispered. "Nothing wrong in what we're doing. We're just letting it all hang out. You know that's what you want. That's what you need. You're as stiff as a board, honey. Just hang loose. Come on, hang loose. It's better that way."
"I'm not so sure," she said with a noticeable lack of confidence.
"Didn't you like it when I tongued your breasts?" "Yes, but I don't know how far we should go."
"You know you want it. You want to go all the way. Don't try and lie to yourself. That would be the worst thing in the world. Just enjoy it. Just hang nice and loose."
His searing fingers continued to clutch at her panties. Eventually Ned began to tug at them, sliding the silky material down her long tapered legs as his desires intensified. Just hearing the erotic sounds of her panties scraping against her firm, trim legs, which trembled ever so slightly, caused his pulse to speed up that much more appreciably.
"It won't be long now," he informed her.
He kept on gliding the panties down her smooth alabaster thighs until they finally reached her ankles. By then his eyes were fully hypnotized by the beauty of her rust-colored pubic mound. He longed to reach out and provide her with intimate attention between her legs, something that he knew would cause her to lose all sense of inhibition.
After removing her panties, Ned tossed them casually aside, then reached out with his right hand and began to slide his fingers soothingly against her warm pubic bush. He loved tickling her pubic hairs with his smooth, responsive finger strokes. The quicker that he drove his slashing fingers against her warm velvety vagina, the louder that she breathlessly gasped, recognizing just how much had happened in a brief period of time between them.
There was a certain magic in the way that he manipulated his fingers as they worked soothingly against her pubic bush. The quicker that his tingling fingers slid against her hot slit, the faster that her sweeping firm buttocks began to respond as they twisted erotically under the hot, captivating strokes that he sent against her slippery cunt.
After a few more strokes, Ned decided to shove his fingers in all the way, to let them come into brisk contact with her pink, aroused vagina.
His stirring fingers moved sharply as he let them approach her vagina. As he tickled her clitoris, she heaved a louder gasp than ever, and by then Gilda's body was twisting with greater rapidity than ever.
"You like that," he smiled, "and we both know it. There's no reason to hold back anything, honey. I have a hunch you've held back too much in your life. I'm gonna bring you out. It's gonna be for your benefit as well as mine."
Ned kept on moving his eager fingers with solid astuteness, letting them ever so sensitively touch her clitoris and other parts of her warm ever-intensifying nest. Suddenly he began to feel the wetness surfacing in her velvety mound, which gave him an even greater feeling of confidence and achievement.
"Nice and wet, damned wet," he grinned. "Sure you like it. I'm gonna bring you out, Gilda, honey. You really need it. You need it and you're gonna get it. Just what you need."
His fingers kept on swiftly driving with ever-intensifying speed. The quicker that he ground them inside of her moist slit, the nearer that he knew she was moving to the state of a dazzling climax. If he could bring her off just once through his finger efforts, he felt, then the tide would have been completely turned. The beautiful woman would be his and would never know that same degree of fear that she had known earlier.
As Ned's fingers raced ever so stirringly inside of Gilda's sweltering, moist, puckered pussy, he felt overjoyed at the way that she was reacting.
Chapter Three
The one thing that Ned had wanted to do was break down Gilda's resistance and this had been accomplished in good order.
So now it just became a question of running his fingers inside of her moist, fur-lined twat until the juices spurted from it.
He watched her quivering hips with ever-mounting joy, realizing just how closely he was moving toward the magic moment when the droplets of her sweet, womanly nectar would splash from her aroused mound and into his hand.
"I've just about got you there," he smiled. "What a beautiful body. What a fantastic mound."
She heaved several more sighs, then braced herself, her legs trembling with quivering anxiety as she awaited her orgasm.
A few quick strokes later the juices started to spurt from her moist mound. As her orgasmic flood tide flowed with great exhuberance, she let out a loud, fervent gasp.
"You brought me off," she said. "I didn't realize how much I needed it. How much I'd enjoy it. It's so beautiful, so very beautiful."
As Ned released his quivering fingers from her intensely wet, velvety vagina, he pushed his head down between her naked splayed legs. Upon picking up the musky scent of her womanliness, which was in-termeshed with the fragrance of her perfume, he became hungrier than ever. His stomach churned with a rapidly developing anxiety as he prepared to launch into some quick sucking action.
He pushed his tongue sturdily forward, allowing it to scrape against her warm, firm left thigh. Every time that he touched her with his sweltering tongue her entire body twitched.
Recognizing the great sensitivity she possessed, he made certain that he exercised stroke control in just the right way. He did not want to go too quickly for fear that Gilda would get prematurely excited. If there was one thing he wanted to accomplish, it was to let things develop gradually until he was ready to push her to the brink, at which glorious moment her prolific juices would spurt once more from her gushing pussy and into his mouth.
His jet-propelled tongue kept on gliding, working with dazzling joy and uninhibited desire as it kept pressing against her warm, milky left thigh. When he released his tongue from her left thigh, Ned then attacked her right, exercising his piercing tongue even more quickly and forcefully than he had when he'd sucked her other thigh earlier.
Ned's driving tongue kept on picking up the pace as he worked it with spirited zest. The faster that he twisted with his stirring tongue, the closer that he inevitably pushed her to the point where her pussy j uices would be pried from her hot, savory cunt. I When he released his tongue from her thighs, Ned reached down and let his quivering fingers slide smoothly over them.
"Nice wet thighs," he said. "Glad I was able to contribute."
"That tongue of yours is really something."
"You're just beginning to experience it," he told her. "Just wait until I sink my tongue inside of your slit."
"I want it. How I want it."
"That's the girl. Now you're getting accustomed to the whole thing."
"It's very easy to."
Ned laughed joyfully. It made him feel good to know just how much this beautiful woman's body was quivering with desire over the prospect of his sinking, piercing tongue pushing its way inside of her warm flesh pit.
Once more he picked up the scent as he pushed his tongue closer. His heart started to reverberate in leaps and bounds as he pushed his twisting tongue frantically forward, allowing it to slide zealously as he began to project it inside of her moist, excited cunt.
As her flowing hips moved lustfully, his quick, plunging tongue pushed inside of her. He loved every tantalizing crevice of her pink, hairy slit, and every now and then he would withdraw his probing tongue from her fleshy mound just long enough to tickle her matted, curled pubic hairs with his tongue, hairs that had already been wetted from the combination of his earlier tongue efforts and her own juices.
"I'm tingling all over," she gulped. "Your tongue is so good. Do I ever tingle. It's so great."
Gilda began to pant like a steam engine, kicking her legs zestfully as Ned sustained his rapid pace. He kept pushing his naked tongue deep inside of her savory, steaming slit as he manipulated her that much nearer to the point when her juices would have to gush from her mound.
After a few more strokes, she braced herself, her electrified body tensing ever so briefly.
Recognizing that the moment was at hand, Ned reached down and made a quick grab for her wiggling white buttocks. His torrid fingers squeezed her fleshy ass-cheeks with great joy as his tongue kept burying itself within the confines of her excited cunt.
"Just keep it going," she gulped breathlessly. "I like it. Keep it going."
His spearing tongue kept on finding the mark, pushing its way inside of her slippery slit as the juices prepared to gush from her sizzling orifice.
Finally the explosion could no longer wait. As his tingling tongue kept on connecting with every wet crevice of her throbbing cunt, focusing frequently on her sensation-ridden clitoris, the juices started to spill from her sizzling pussy and into his mouth.
Ned braced himself quickly, intending to suck every delicious and delightful morsel from her gooey nest. As the juices kept spurting, she flipped her grinding buttocks upward, her whole supercharged body twisting as the orgasm continued to spray, making its way inside of Ned's mouth.
When Ned withdrew his tongue from her aroused pussy, he reached down and quickly unzipped his trousers.
"I suppose I should take my clothes off," he said, "but I don't think I will."
"Why not, darling?" his lover asked breathelessly, coming back to earth slowly after the two wild orgasms that he had drawn from her.
"Because I'm too excited. I've got to get my kicks and get them fast."
As soon as Ned withdrew his turgid cock from his bulging shorts, Gilda recognized the reason for his nervousness and impatience. The moment that she observed the size of his huge, blood-engorged member, the blue veins of which were swelling ever so prominently, she knew that his desire was overwhelming. It was just a question of how long he could contain his combustible, thick, white sperm inside of his swollen, hairy testicles.
Her eyes moved swiftly from his thundering cock to his bloated balls, and as they did, she extended her smooth legs ever so compliantly.
Ned reached down and made a quick grab for her firm thighs. He let his surging fingers clasp sharply around her legs, and all the while he was preparing to perseveringly propel his stinging, erect member deep inside of her gaping womanhood.
Once more his alert eyes were captivated by the intriguing sight of her warm, wet mound. It gave him a feeling of accomplishment to know that he had provided her with so many sensations, and that these sensations had in turn drawn her out sufficiently so that she was now willing to let him hurl his meaty cock into the fiery furnace contained between her warm, fleshy thighs.
His fingers kept carefully massaging her warm extended legs, moving swiftly as he addressed them with proficient abruptness to her trim ivory thighs. The harder that he squeezed, the softer that her sensual moans became as she anticipated his swift and decisive entry inside of her warm, moist vaginal region.
Before he actually launched into his penis activity, he decided to penetrate Gilda once more with his driving fingers. The fingers of his right hand quickly found the fleshy opening of her pink, still-sweltering cunt. Her hips and legs tightened as he moved his fingers against her aroused clitoris.
"What sensation," she sighed. "This is something. You don't ever want to stop."
"Around somebody like you I could never stop."
He withdrew his emblazoned fingers suddenly from her willing moist cunt, and by then he was ready to launch into his swift prick assault. In fact, there was no way that he could hold himself back by that time.
His fiery fingers this time reached out and grabbed ever so sensitively for her sharply protruding buttocks. It made him feel good to touch the smooth, trim outline of her fleshy ass globes as he simultaneously pushed his long, stirring cock forward as it drove ever so swiftly inside of her pink searing mound.
Gilda extended her naked trembling legs even more, heaving another deep gasp as his poundingly relentless cock made its way for the first time inside of her lusty wet vagina.
She jerked her hips aggressively in a state of overwhelming frenzy, reacting noticeably to his every charging stab. It hadn't dawned on Gilda until that very moment as to just how badly she needed to be fucked. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she had been in such a nasty mood since arriving in southern California. She had been willing in the past to attribute it all to the aftermath of the divorce and the fact that she was away from home and trying to familiarize herself with a strange, new locale. But now, as he kept on hammering away with his rifle-like cock, manipulating it steadily and self-assuredly as it pushed inside of her wet vaginal canal, she recognized only too well that there had been a great absence of this kind of satisfying sex in her life, and suddenly everything was both at peace and in a state of great and wild ecstasy all at the same time.
Even though Ned's crunching cock stabs were injecting a certain amount of pain inside of her restless, excited pubic mound, it was the kind of pleasure-pain syndrome that she definitely enjoyed. As far as Gilda was concerned, there was no way that her handsome and accommodating lover could fuck her too hard.
His stiff, sturdy dagger kept on propelling itself much deeper as it worked its way with unimpeded savagery inside of her. Determined not to orgasm prematurely, he every now and then slowed up his pace, looking into his beautiful lover's eyes as he did so.
Everything about Gilda impressed him, including the way that her face would redden during the course of the sweltering sexual activity. Sweat began to roll down both sides of Ned's face as he gritted his teeth and kept on driving his sturdy shaft forward, pushing it into the tight inner confines of her hot mound.
Her beautifully tapered, splayed legs kept kicking restlessly as she provided him with a willing and open target. Soon he was on the verge of a wild orgasm, and he knew that the thick, white droplets of his creamy sperm would be splashing from the end of his hot, enthralled penis and into her mound.
Ned could tell from the way that his lover's churning body twisted that she, too, was on the verge of a climax. It was just a question of which one of them would shoot first.
"You're getting pretty hot," he said. "Keep edging that body up to me. That's it, move those ass cheeks. Your butt's in motion, sweetheart, and do I ever love it."
"Just keep slamming your cock," she told him. "That's all you've got to do. Keep the thing pumping into me. Slash with it. Push it. Hammer me with it. There I go. Ooooh, ohhh, I'm off, I'm off, I'm off."
Her quivering legs moved more rapidly than ever, and her body control assumed even greater proportions as she shoved her smooth white buttocks upward, continuing to meet the quick, charging, fleshy stabs of his long, fiery, fluid-filled cock.
By then Ned was reaching out and slapping at her buttocks, causing her to feel even more spine-tingling emotion as the juices shot from her searing pink slit. Her hips kept curling eagerly, seeking to accommodate his every driving thrust.
She heaved one more sigh, then closed her eyes as she prepared to receive his churling orgasm.
"I'm right behind you," he told her breathlessly. "Damned, my balls are on fire. They're aching. They're really aching."
He looked down and surveyed his ever-swelling testicles, never missing a beat as he kept on pumping and slashing with his stiff, sturdy cock.
A few timely strokes later, the juices began to pop from the tip of his huge, aroused staff. He kept looking down at his spraying organ, happy that his intensified sperm was splashing in a sea of glory inside of lovely Gilda's twisting twat.
"I knew you wanted it all along," he smiled as he finally released his tool from her hot slit. "How did you know?"
"It's just something a guy senses. Particularly a guy that's been around as many women as I have."
"Tell me more," she looked up at him.
"Oh, I didn't mean that exactly the way it sounded. Remember, I'm in a business where there are a lot of women around."
"I suppose so. It's just that I can become possessive when I get around a man."
"Just as long as you don't choke me off so I can't perform," Ned laughed. "Of course, that would be hard. Just looking at your body and face causes my cock to steam."
"I like hearing these compliments," she said. "As a matter of fact, it's been a lovely evening."
"It couldn't have been lovelier, and neither could you," Ned told her as he straightened himself up and rose slowly from the sofa.
Chapter Four
Ned took Gilda out on Saturday afternoon.
He was exceptionally eager to have her go for a ride with him in his boat, which he kept docked at the harbor in Marina del Rey.
As they soaked up sunshine, Ned kept on staring in the direction of Gilda's beautiful form. She wore white shorts and a white blouse, and the longer he looked at her, the less he felt like concentrating on his sailing.
Eventually he could stand the temptation no longer. He reached down and unzipped his sports slacks, pull- ing out his swollen penis, which he eagerly fondled in his fingers.
It took a few seconds before Gilda observed what was going on. When she stared in his direction and saw the size of his huge, turgid member, she shook her head with disbelief.
"This is out in the open," she said. "Shouldn't that kind of thing be confined to the bedroom?"
"Here we are way out in the water, all by ourselves," he laughed. "Come on, let's go below the deck."
As they went beneath the deck, Ned led Gilda toward a sofa. He reached down and tugged at it. The sofa was collapsible, and soon she was staring at a makeshift bed.
"Very clever," she said. "What with your wolfish reputation, I guess I should have known."
"Of course."
Quickly he undressed. This time Ned wanted to be completely naked when he made love to Gilda.
After he finished pulling his shorts down his legs and off of him altogether. Ned sat down stiffly on the edge of the bed, moving his fingers with driving impact as he let them grind against the full length of his rock-hard cock, which contained great sensitivity and needed some immediate action. His balls swelled with a great sense of eagerness, and as he felt the twitching sensations within them, he was that much more eager to get right into the swim of things.
He watched his lover as she removed her blouse and bra, then her shorts. She was wearing no panties beneath her shorts, and as he saw those warm, in- viting tufts of rust-colored pubic hair, he knew what he wanted to do to get things started in grand fashion.
Soon his swirling tongue was driving up and down her thighs. After a few such quick strokes, she literally begged him to get her off as fast as possible.
"My pussy's burning up, burning up, I tell you!" she gasped.
He shoved his razor-sharp, ready tongue inside of her moist pussy. The faster that it charged, the closer that he glided her toward another stimulating climax.
His fingers fondled her warm white buttocks resourcefully, alternately squeezing and twisting as he kept pushing his steadfast tongue into the deep inner fires of her hot slippery cunt.
After a few more blistering strokes, the juices just had to shoot from her enraptured mound. Her grinding hips kept twisting as he pushed his inflamed tongue inside of her, driving it deep into her appetizing slit as the juices streamed from her responsive cunt and into his lust-craved mouth.
Once he swallowed the final few delectable droplets of her seething vagina explosion, he looked down at her and smiled.
"You know, turnabout is fair play," he said. "My cock sure needs some attention."
"My cunt does, too," she breathlessly replied. "Sink it inside me, baby. Do it to me."
"That isn't what I had in mind."
"I don't get it."
"I'd like for you to go down on me. I swallowed your stuff, and now you can do the same for me."
"I've never done that before," she looked at him fearfully.
Ned was taken aback by her response. Never had it dawned on him that her marriage had consisted of a limited range of sex. Since he wanted to participate in every conceivable act with this gorgeous woman, he just automatically assumed that her husband would have been the same way and that they would have shared every type of satisfying sexual sensation.
"You never did it to your husband?" he looked at her, wondering if perhaps she was lying to him.
Gilda's head dropped with embarrassment.
"No, I've never done that."
"Why not?"
"I just haven't."
"Didn't your husband ask for it?" he persisted.
"He did a few times."
"Well?"
"Can't we drop the subject?"
"It's important to me," Ned looked at her urgently. "It means an awful lot to have a beautiful girl like you going down on my cock. There's nothing wrong with it."
"I thought it was dirty," she suddenly blurted.
"No wonder your marriage didn't work. You've got to really give when it comes to sex."
"He got enough. That wasn't the reason."
"You don't know what you're missing," he said. "Come on over here. Just grab hold of my cock. Surely you did that with your husband?"
"Yes, but I didn't go much further."
"Then just do that for me. Come on, jerk on my cock."
"Is that what you want? A hand job?"
Ned hesitated before answering.
"Sure, that's it," he lied. "I want a hand job."
Actually Ned did want a hand job, but just up to a point. What he was really seeking to do was to break in this beautiful woman gradually, to introduce her to his stiff erect member in an intimate way, then to finally persuade her to manipulate her searching tongue properly against the full length of his huge, bloated cock, which badly needed to explode.
"Just move your fingers," he said. "Move them real nice. Just stroke my cock."
Ned settled back and enjoyed the pleasant sensations of beautiful Gilda's finger action. At first she stroked slowly against the tip of his sensitive organ.
"That's it," he told her, "you're doing a good job."
For quite some time she focused her efforts exclusively on the nub end of his excited, flaming pole. He enjoyed each and every delectable stroke that her fingers sent forth with precision timing. The thing that impressed Ned the most about this beautiful woman was her natural sex rhythm. Without saying anything she seemed to know just how to employ the proper tempo in her finger movements. Since she was so good at stroking his invigorated cock, he knew that it would only be natural for her to excell in cock sucking once that the stigma had been removed from the act.
"You can start sliding your fingers up and down my full cock now," he told her. "Come on, grip it nice and solid. Just like you're doing now."
She quickly responded to his command, allowing her sturdy fingers to pump and glide as she let them move up and down against his long blood-engorged shaft. The rubbery grip of her fingers manipulating against his lust-bloated member caused his body to quake with an overwhelming sense of enthusiasm. He knew that very shortly those juices would just have to pour from his cock, and he was determined to have her tongue planted securely on the tip of his blood-engorged penis when the explosion hit.
"You're pumping those fingers real nice," he said. "Now you can play with my balls."
Gilda liked what she was doing at that moment. The spontaneous delight of having her fingers constantly stroking against the rubbery surface of his warm, aroused cock filled her with a sense of purposefulness, a mission of desire to please him.
Her fingers reached down and began to ever so carefully stroke his testicles. As her fingers sturdily clutched sharply at his warm, sensitive balls, he knew that soon he would have to feel her warm, captivating tongue making quick strides against his steaming testicles.
"Okay, now you can start using your tongue," he said. "Come on, start stroking my balls. Nothing wrong with it at all. As a matter of fact, you're gonna enjoy it."
Ned realized that he would have to intimidate his beautiful red-haired lover at this point. Even though she had definitely derived enjoyment from letting her piercing fingers manipulate against his cock and balls, he knew just how much he needed the quick, spirited strokes of her well-timed tongue.
"Come on, do it to me," he said.
He reached down and held on, grabbing hold of his captive lover's head. Ned clenched ever so tightly with his fingers, forcing her head downward toward his bloated balls.
"They don't look so bad, do they?" he asked. "There's nothing wrong with this. Just move your tongue nice and slow at first. Pick up the tempo. You've got a natural rhythm anyway. You'll be into it in no time. Come on, don't act like a big baby. You can do it. You can not only do it. You can also enjoy it."
Ned continued to hold on tightly to Gilda's head, letting her know that she was in a state of captivity at that point. Her surging tongue pushed forward, beginning to glide as it worked stirringly against his warm, soothing testicles.
First she did it because she was embarrassed not to, not because she was afraid that Ned was going to hurt her. But as her tongue began to gather momentum and work with greater quickness as it slid against his searing nuts, she began to see just what her lover was talking about. There was a certain amount of pleasure and satifaction to be derived from working her flowing, red tongue blisteringly against the swollen surface of his cum-bloated testicles.
"That I really like," he said. "You're doing fine, my dear."
With that he loosened the grip with which he held his firm hands against her head. As he pressed more lightly, she instinctively began to wiggle her sliding red tongue and let it twist more sharply and eagerly as it kept on grinding against his scintillating testicles.
"That's really where it's at," he said. "This I love. Your tongue is alive with sensation. You're really pushing. That's the way I love it."
His body began to stir, working restlessly from side to side. His hips moved with snake-like desire as her twisting tongue kept on gathering momentum as she pushed with it more rapidly than before, letting it grind with churning impact as she manipulated it against his hairy testicles.
Chapter Five
Ned recognized that it was time for Gilda to go onto the next step.
Ever so slowly he cultivated the act to where she had demonstrated an increased willingness to suck around his crotch. So now he needed to instill in her the desire to go the rest of the way and to run her smooth, flaming-red tongue over the tip of his swollen, bloated, sensation-ridden member, which was set to spew its hot, thick, white sauce.
"Now the tip of my cock," he whispered.
To emphasize his point ever so slightly, Ned reached out and ran his fingers slowly and affectionately through his lover's hair If there was one thing he felt that was necessary at that moment, it was to bring just the right measure of confidence in this beautiful woman. Step by step she had shown that she was willing to learn. If there was one thing that he admired in a woman, it was flexibility. He could not stand being around a woman who would draw certain limits and restraints in sex, then act as if she had accomplished a good deal in pleasing her man.
Even though Ned did not know anything about Gilda's husband, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. After all, he had missed the boat entirely when he had failed to draw her out, to explore her sexual potentials to the fullest in the manner that he was in the process of doing right now.
"Just ease your tongue over it," he whispered again. "You don't need to hurry. As a matter of fact, it's better if you take your time. Smooth and easy will do it."
He extended his legs restlessly, then watched as his beautiful lover sank her head down even deeper toward his crotch. Her tongue tingled with a combination of nervousness and pent-up desire as she started to unleash it against the scalding tip of his burning member.
Her heart pulsated with nervousness at the start, but down deep she recognized she actually wanted to provide him with this particular kind of excitement. Her tongue kept moving methodically, driving siz-zlingly over the tip of his sturdy, erect instrument.
"Now you're easing into it," he nodded. "Come on, Gilda. Keep pumping your tongue. That's the way I want it."
Gilda's tongue worked resolutely as she began to step up her dramatic pace. The faster that she let her swirling tongue go to work on his swollen organ, the greater the pride that swelled through his whole body. It made him feel enormously good to realize that the tide was turning and this beautiful woman was not balking anymore. She was demonstrating a perfect willingness to drive her tongue up and down the full length of his hard, excited phallus.
"Keep your tongue plunging," he said. "Come on, just keep it going. Now you can start sliding it over the rest of my cock. Come on, let's do it. Right now."
Ned began to run his fingers up and down Gilda's back. She could tell from the way that his hands clutched at her just how eager he was to have her finish the job and get his rocks off.
Her fingers reached down and soothingly gripped against his wet balls, which she had sucked so thoroughly only a few moments before. As her fingers continued to dig sharply against his bloated balls, Gilda started to manipulate her silky tongue up and down the full length of his hard, inflated organ.
"That's the way I like it," he said. "You're hitting just the right pace. You're perfect when it comes to tempo. You know just how to excite me, just the way to bring the best out of me. So keep on pumping with your tongue. Push it real nice. Just bring me off. Suck all the juices out."
His hips and legs twitched as Gilda kept up her quick, affirmative tongue strokes. The more rapidly and resourcefully that she sent her tongue flowing up and down the base of his sturdy pole, the itchier the sensations became that were accumulating rapidly in his searing nuts as he was pushed that much closer to a stampeding climax.
After awhile, Ned began to thrust his body instinctively as he responded to her swift, sensitive tongue ministrations. Once that she picked up the flowing tempo of the activity, she learned to actually enjoy the sensations of grinding her tongue against his long, sweeping arsenal.
She loved the smoothness of his organ as she kept driving her tongue against it. As she did, she started to cling that much more tightly to his swelling balls as she pushed him that much nearer the brink.
As he found himself reaching that precipice of great satisfaction, Ned reached down and smoothly massaged her trim white buttocks. While his fingers kept pushing piercingly against the inviting flesh, he gave Gilda her last instructions.
"Don't panic when the juices start shooting," he warned her. "It's not gonna be bad. Not bad at all. As a matter of fact, you'll enjoy the taste once you get used to it. But sometimes gals panic. They want to spit the stuff out when it all comes splashing in their mouths. You won't drown in it, honey. It might seem like it for a few seconds, but you won't. I'll guarantee it. So hang in there. Come on, swallow it all."
His hips moved proudly and gracefully, rotating with stirring rapidity as he heaved deep gasps. His face reddened and sweat started to form on his forehead as he watched his busy lover's head bob up and down, her red hair flailing in the breeze as she kept on diligently attacking the lengthy base of his fleshy pole.
As her fingers squeezed ever so tightly against his bedazzled balls, his body suddenly jerked and the first few droplets of his phallic flood tide began to spray from the end of his overagitated, bloated, blue-veined cock.
"These are just the first few drops," he gulped. "There's lots more, honey. Get ready. Just get ready for it."
His flowing fingers nervously slid up and down her warm thighs as the main deluge hit. He began panting like a runaway locomotive as he watched the droplets of his flaming juice shoot from his skewered pole.
"Go get it, all of it, all of it," he commanded urgently.
He watched several droplets slide down the side of his beautiful lover's mouth. As he observed the white liquid flowing down her mouth and dropping from her chin, he provided her with one more warning.
"It's not gonna hurt a thing to swallow it," he said. "As a matter of fact, it's good protein. Lick every drop. Every drop of it."
His fingers once more attached themselves firmly to her thighs as Gilda's tongue whipped savagely. She remained determined to swallow every drop of his hot, white sperm.
All that she failed to collect were those first few drops that rolled down the side of her mouth. As far as the rest of the orgasm was concerned, she sucked it with great aplomb, making Ned recognize more than ever just how valuable a woman this beautiful, young Gilda was.
When she finally released her tongue from his cock, everything was still for several moments. Her tongue possessed tremendous soreness from all of the swift, intense activity that it had been put through in just a short matter of time.
"How do you feel?" Ned asked smilingly.
"Not too bad. Kind of tired," she shrugged.
"It's always hard when you attack something new," he smiled. "My dear, I want you to just rest there. I'll mix us a couple of drinks."
Now Ned slipped on his trunks, then walked calmly over to the bar, where he mixed some Screwdrivers for both himself and his beautiful guest.
Gilda watched him as she lay stretched out on the makeshift bed. A few moments later he was standing beside her, handing her a glass.
"There's more vodka in there than orange juice by far," he smiled. "As a man who owns a night club, I'm very sensitive about customers' demands. I won't shortchange them on liquor whether it be a mixed drink sold there or one that I pour for somebody I happen to care for right here."
"Thank you, I appreciate your generosity," she smiled, taking the glass and gulping down some of its contents.
As they sat next to each other and casually sipped the vodka and orange juice, Ned once again examined the curvaceous lines of the young girl's beautiful body.
"You are over twenty-one, I presume," he said. "After all, we were serving you the other night at the club."
"If I'd been under, I would have told you," she laughed. "No, I'll be twenty-two next month."
"I thought you were twenty-one on the nose. It was just a hunch. Of course, if I'd said that next month, I'd be wrong."
"It's really hard to tell age."
"Yes, it is."
"Why are you concerned about it?"
"Because I've been doing some thinking," Ned said. "Some thinking about business. The kind of business that you and I could profit from."
She looked into Ned's eyes, an expression of puzzlement dominating her face.
"I don't quite understand what you're driving at," she said.
"It's very simple. As you know, I own a bar and club. At night the business is thriving. People come to the discotheque and dance. And we have some cute cocktail waitresses and dancers to turn on the single guys, along with the unescorted girls who drop in."
"Yes, but how does that concern me?"
"I was just coming to that. You see, we could stand a little boost in our business during the day. We make just enough to keep the place open and not much more during the daytime hours. You know, the hours before say nine o'clock at night. We'd like very much to boost that business." "So where do I come in?"
"Think a little, my dear, and you'll start getting the picture." "No, not quite."
"I'd like to use you as a bartender."
She burst into loud laughter.
"For one thing, I've already got a job, and for another, I've never worked as a bartender before."
"Look, we can fill you in on the details in no time. A lot of people go to bartending school. Well, we'll set up our own bartending school right there on the job. I'll have the guys show you the ropes. Hell, I could myself. I broke into this business as a bartender."
"I don't know if I'd be equipped to deal with something like that," she shook her head. "There are all these horny guys who make all kinds of passes."
"We have a team of bouncers who work nights for us," Ned explained. "All we need to do is just rotate the shifts around. We'll see to it that you have a bouncer working with you every day."
"Does this mean I've got to wear some kind of skimpy little costume? Things like that really make me self-conscious."
"No, we don't want to entice the guys that much," Ned laughed. "I don't think they could stand it. Looking at somebody like you who was showing a lot of skin. Besides, we don't want to encourage anything like that for our bartenders. You see, you're not like a cocktail waitress. You'll be mixing drinks and talking to these guys. So we don't want to give anybody any wrong ideas. You just do your job and that's all. We'll have you where you can wear nice pantsuits or cocktail dresses. That would work out just fine."
"I don't know. I really think it would be rough working in a bar."
"You'll get used to it. Like I said, you'd have muscle to back you up in case some guy got out of line."
"I'll have to think it over. When would you want me to start?"
. "I'd want you to start in about a week. We could break you in in that time. And I'll tell you something else. You'll make a whole lot more money than what you're making on that secretarial job. I can assure you of that."
"That might well be," she shook her head. "Like I said, give me a chance to think about it."
"Of course," Ned smiled wryly. "You've got five minutes."
"You devil," she laughed, patting him on top of the head.
Chapter Six
By the time that the afternoon's sailing came to an end, Gilda had an answer for Ned.
"I'd like to work for you," she said, "but I won't be able to start immediately. I do have to give my employer notice. He's been a pretty good guy."
"I can respect that," he smiled. "When do you think you'll be available for your lessons?"
"I guess I could start evenings next week."
"That's good. The sooner, the better," Ned said. "If anybody can pick up that slow afternoon business, you can."
A little better than two weeks after she had agreed to go to work for him, Gilda spent her first day behind a bar.
She was nervous throughout the late morning and early afternoon. Every time she would turn and walk away, she could see the hungry leers on the faces of the men, indicating the strong sexual urges that they felt toward her.
The one thing that made her feel fortified was the presence of a tall, burly, sandy-haired, ex-football player by the name of Mike. His neck stood out with such prominent thickness that neither she nor anyone else could scarcely tell where his neck left off and his head began.
Along toward early evening, just as she was nearing the close of her first day, a husky man in tight-fitting blue jeans and a black leather jacket sat down at the bar. After ogling her for several long moments, he finally ordered a bourbon and water.
As the man sat there and stared ever so fixedly at her, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Every now and then she would look over at Mike, who sat at a table in a far, darkened corner of the room sipping a 7-Up. She hoped that this brute would be aware of Mike's presence. Perhaps that would be the only thing that would restrain him.
Even though it appeared from the expression in his eyes that he was going to be very bold, the man said very little to Gilda until he had downed his second drink. When she finished pouring him a third and set it in front of him, he looked at her and licked his lips.
"I don't believe I've seen you around here before, damn it," the man smiled.
"This is my first day on the job," she looked at him with a pleasant smile, hoping that his attitude would change.
"Then I guess I lucked out coming in today. What time do you get off work?"
"I get off at seven and I'm going straight home."
"That's all right with me," the man said, after which he paused momentarily. "Just as long as I can go with you."
He burst into sarcastic laughter. Deciding to ignore him, Gilda turned her head away.
"If you'll excuse me, I've got other things to do," she said.
"What are you, some kind of stuck-up broad?" the man glared at her.
He was talking low enough to where Mike was not even aware of how tough and strong the man was coming on. Gilda kept hoping that he would either leave or at least tone down. Her stomach churned with nervousness at the very thought that this man was there, in a position to provide her with all kinds of difficult moments.
She walked away and waited on another customer, after which she then washed some glasses.
Eventually she found it necessary tp pick up the pail and go to the ice machine situated toward the rear of the bar. As she made her exit out of the bar area, the man in the black leather jacket eyed her closely.
As she returned with the ice, the man was standing at the entrance to the bar.
"Why don't you let me handle that?" he asked.
"No thank you. For one thing, you're not supposed to go behind the bar."
"What the hell. Rules are made to be broken, aren't they?"
"No, I've never thought that way."
"You sure as hell are a straight-laced broad. I'm beginning to wonder if you've ever been fucked."
With that a slightly built customer jumped up from his stool.
"Leave the girl alone, buddy. You're talking to her like she's a tramp or something," the man admonished.
"Maybe they're all tramps as far as I'm concerned, and maybe you ought to keep your damned mouth shut if you know what's good for you," the man in the leather jacket snapped.
"Just leave the girl alone. If you don't, I'm gonna do something about it."
"And just what is that?"
"I'll call the cops."
"I'll break your damned neck," the man seethed.
He reached out and grabbed the pail of ice away from Gilda. He then threw his arms around her roughly.
Even though she tried desperately to realease herself from his grasp, the screeching Gilda was unsuccessful.
The slightly built man moved forward, attempting to help her. His efforts were thwarted when the man in the black leather jacket reached out with his right foot and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to double over.
Right then Mike surfaced, seemingly out of nowhere. He reached out and grabbed the man in the leather jacket, throwing his arms around his stomach and clenching ever so tightly as he held him in a bear hug.
"Let go, buddy, let go," the man in the leather jacket spewed angrily.
Mike did not let go until he caused the man in the jacket to completely release Gilda, who then retreated backwards toward the bar area.
As soon as Mike let his adversary go, the man reached up and grabbed an empty whiskey bottle from the top of the bar.
"I'll get you, you ape," he growled.
"Look, put that down and go peacefully. If you do, there won't be any problems."
"Look who's talking," the man in the leather jacket laughed in the same sarcastic way he had earlier when he was talking to Gilda. "I'm holding the trump card, you muscle-bound son-of-a-bitch."
"Don't come any closer," Mike warned, holding out a restraining hand.
"I'll come closer," the other man screeched. "I'll take your goddamned head off."
With that the man in the leather jacket made his move. He shoved the bottle forward, attempting to cause it to smash against Mike's head.
Mike moved ever so nimbly, exercising extraordinary grace for a man of his size. He reached out and delivered a solid kick which caught the man in the jacket on the shin. The pain that immediately shot through his leg caused him to drop the bottle, which shattered as it hit the floor.
"Damned, I'll get you, I'll get you," he spewed in a state of confusion, limping on his bad leg.
Mike took one step forward, delivering a solid karate chop which caught the man on the point of the chin. Several seconds later he fell limply on the floor in a state of unconsciousness.
"That son-of-a-bitch, I've been waiting to get the goods on him for weeks," Mike said.
"I was beginning to think you weren't even gonna do anything," Gilda said.
"He was the kind of guy who would needle up to a point, then stop just in time. I had a feeling he'd go too far."
Mike walked over and took the slightly built man by the arms, lifting him slowly to his feet.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Much better since that bully got what he deserved," the man smiled. "I don't even notice where he kicked me now. It all went away when I saw you knock him on his ass.
"He's a mean son-of-a-bitch all right," Mike said matter-of-factly. "But I don't think he'll be bothering us anymore. When he wakes up I'm gonna throw him out the door and tell him never to come back. The next time I could get mad."
"If you weren't mad now and you'd get mad next time, there wouldn't be anything left of the bastard at all," the slightly built man laughed.
At that moment the man in the leather jacket began to stir as he lay there on the ground. He shook his head several times, then staggered unsteadily to his feet. He moved in a small circle, favoring his shattered shin, which Mike had kicked with such extraordinary force.
"I'm gonna sue you, damn it, I'm gonna sue you," he gulped painfully.
"You wouldn't stand a chance," the slightly built man smiled. "You'd have two witnesses testifying for Mike."
"The man's right," Mike said calmly. "Now just get out of here and don't ever come back."
Mike reached out and grabbed the man by the arm, pulling him toward the door, then closing it behind him.
"That's the end of that," Mike said as he walked calmly back into the bar.
"Where did you ever learn those moves?" Gilda asked.
"My hobby is karate," he winked, sitting back down at his darkened corner table and sipping some 7Up.
Even though there were no more disturbances that day, Mike could see that Gilda was shaken. He felt that she needed some consolation and he wanted to supply it for her.
"How about me taking you to dinner after you get through?" Mike asked. "After all, you look shook up.
You look like a girl who's in need of a friend."
"You sure were a life saver, Mike. I'd go to dinner with you just for that reason alone. I thought that you were going to be too late, though."
"I was sorry I didn't time it before the other poor guy got kicked in the stomach, but sometimes you can't be there right at the first instant. I was there in time to protect you, though, and I'm glad of that."
"Thank you. You've been very kind."
"My pleasure," Mike smiled.
The thing that appealed to her about Mike was his gentle manner. Even though he was a tough, muscular man who could handle himself physically under practically any circumstances, there was still something of the little boy in him.
He took her to a small French restaurant nearby. After they finished eating, he looked at her and smiled.
"It's been great," he said.
"You can take me home if you like," Gilda replied. "You know, I didn't take my car this morning. I just walked to work."
"You live that close to the bar?"
"Yes, I live in the big Marina singles complex."
"Oh, yes. That's still a few blocks away. I guess you just felt like you needed the exercise."
"That's about it."
Just being in Mike's presence caused Gilda to want to get to know him better. She also several times looked down in the direction of his crotch, which she found to be accented by a large, very hard cock which seemed to be in need of some quick action.
A few moments later they were driving into the complex. They walked into her apartment, after which Mike reached out and threw his arms around her.
"You know you want me," he said. "I could tell by the way you asked me up here."
"It's true. I really do."
"Thar's okay by me."
"It's just that I don't want to be . . . well . . . disloyal."
"You're not married, are you?"
"No, but I have been seeing an awful lot of Ned."
"Don't worry about that for a second," he laughed. "Hell, Ned's always played the field, and a beautiful field it's been. He's one guy who really does make me envious. When I see the stable of high-quality chicks he's gotten. He's always very sure of the girls he hires. They have to be damned good looking and not too inhibited, where he's concerned. But if they screw around with customers, that's another matter. Ned won't put up with that."
"I suppose he gets more than his share of action."
"That's very true," Mike laughed, "but let's not talk anymore about Ned. Can't we just concern ourselves with each other? Is that fair enough with you?"
"Yes, I suppose it is," she said in a tone husky with anticipation and nervousness.
Once again she stared down toward Mike's crotch. He immediately knew just what she was thinking, and instinctively he reached down with his right hand and ever so swiftly unzipped his trousers. In a matter of seconds he removed his long, dangling prick from the confining influence of his trousers and shorts. As it sprung pridefully forward, Gilda admired its mammoth proportions.
She knew that it was the hugest cock she'd ever seen. It's thick meatiness bulged with skewering desire.
Chapter Seven
Amidst dead silence in the dimly lit room, she continued to stare with hypnotic fascination at the overpowering dimensions of his meaty member.
Acutely aware of just how awe-struck she was over the size of his sinewy shaft, Mike reached down with both hands and began to let his dangling fingers slide over the bloated, blue-viened surface of his huge pole.
"Just look at it," he said. "All waiting for you."
As her heart pounded with ever-increasing desire, Gilda couldn't help but be aware of how quickly her life was changing. Up until the time that she'd met Ned, she recognized that she had lived in a veritable goldfish bowl. Of course, she'd had a lot of girl friends in Cleveland whose lifestyles had been far more casual than her own. She had thought of them as being very loose and had felt great pity toward them. All the while she had suffered through an unfulfilling marriage to her high school sweetheart, a marriage that neither one of them could fully enjoy due to the lack of mutual fulfilment in sex.
But now she was dealing in a much freer league, and feelings of guilt suddenly overtook her as to what was happening with Mike. Here was a man she hardly even knew, yet, when she thought about it, she recognized that the situation had been the same with Ned. It had taken her very little time to relent and demonstrate her willingness to engage in sex with him. But she did not regret it. Quite the contrary. She regarded her sexual interludes with Ned as some of the most fulfilling experiences of her life. And here she was again, greatly desiringsome of the same kind of attention from Mike, who remained her hero for what he had accomplished on her behalf earlier in the day.
His fingers continued to stroke slowly along the smooth outline of his fleshy, blood-engorged member. As she looked down at his lust-dominated testicles, she noticed just how swollen they were with desire. She longed to reach down and manipulate her sturdy fingers against his warm and stimulated balls. If she could only excite them some more, she knew that they would quickly pop and the thick, white skewering juices would spray from the end of his long, thick shaft and splash effervescently into her aroused mouth.
Gilda could see that she had a potential geyser on her hands. This man would spray the sperm into her mouth in an even greater quantity than had Ned, and that caused her curiosity to accentuate that much more. This was such a huge man, such a strong man, and just the thought of going down on him caused tingles to rush up and down her spine.
The next thing he knew, the intense, heavy-breathing Gilda was dropping down to her knees. Her knees trembled slightly as she reached up and made a quick grab for the tip of Mike's extraordinarily long and exceptionally hard cock.
As her fingers drove astutely along the tip of his flowing phallic tool, she heard him issue a sigh.
While her fingers squeezed tightly, clamped around the nub end of his overjoyed cock, she pushed her tongue forward and let it begin to slide with electricity against his bloated, swollen testicles.
"That's it, that's it," he whispered.
His legs shook like two vast tree trunks caught in an earthquake. All the while her probing tongue kept on winding its way eagerly, grinding self-assuredly as she manipulated it against his testicles. The faster that her tongue drilled against his searing nuts, the closer that she knew she was driving him to the ultimate moment when she would experience the quivering sensations of his splashing penis fluid shooting into her mouth.
Her tongue kept on driving in a blazing sea of pas- sion. After she had finished with his balls and had left them in a saliva soaked state of wild desire, she removed her fingers from the tip of his sturdy cock, then suddenly decided to go to work with her tongue against the rubbery, spongy tip of his sensation-ridden phallus.
As her tongue moved vigorously with sensitive precision, his body rocked even more quickly. Little had she realized just how huge this man was until she observed his body jackknifing steadily as he stood there on the rug, continuing to receive enormous sensations from Gilda, who remained perched on her knees as her steady tongue went to work on his rigid, highly sensuous cock.
Her tongue continued to flow with wild desire as she moved it several more times against the steely tip of it. When she finally released her sizzling tongue from the spongy tip of his cock, Gilda then ever so thoroughly began to drive her tongue with authority and speed up and down the full length of his mammoth spear.
Gilda's head bobbed with wild, inflamed desire as she began to anticipate with even greater curiosity just what it would be like when the gushing juices did shoot from out of the end of his bulging cock.
"Keep it going," he said. "That cream is gonna be pouring out fast enough. The way you're going, it isn't gonna take long. No, not that long at all."
His body rocked a few more times and she began to notice just how heavy his breathing had become under the influence of her swift, non-stop pace. Her blazing red tongue drove speedily several more times as it made its way up and down his hard, thick shaft. Her fingers reached out and sharply grabbed his bloated balls, which she twitched ever so hungrily. Gilda was determined to bring out every ounce of sensation from this red-hot man, who was all set to pour his blazing juices into her mouth.
A few strokes later the wild deluge hit. With volcanic luminousness, the first few droplets of his thick, white sperm began to spew ever so assertively from the end of his hot, grinding pole.
His hips rocked gracefully as he watched the flood tide of his thick juice splash from the end of his sensitive member.
This time Gilda was a little wiser and better prepared than on that first occasion when she had sucked Ned's stiff tool. She lost just a few tiny droplets from his creamy cock, but managed to catch every droplet of the rest of his hot load.
His hips twitched and twisted as he heaved deep sighs, watching as the skewering rush of thick, white cum continued to shoot from the end of his cock and into her tingly mouth.
When it was all over, an impressed and thoroughly excited Mike decided to move aggressively into action.
"That was great," he said. "And now let's take off your clothes."
Immediately his huge hands went to work on her dress. He unbuttoned it with blazing swiftness, then tugged at it as he pulled it over her head, gasping all the while.
He observed her trembling body lying there on the rug, her long, splayed legs begging him to go even further and remove her panties and bra.
She felt the sweeping waves of restless anxiety tugging at her cunt, particularly in her acutely sensitive clitoris. As her buttocks wiggled, Mike looked down at her and grinned, after which he reached out behind her and began to undo her brassiere straps.
"Just wait," he said, "because I've got plenty in store for you."
"I want all you can give me," she assured him.
"Of course you do. You're a sexy woman. You don't want to let up. You want a good screw."
Her head swirled in a sea of massive confusion. When she had embarked upon her affair with Ned, Gilda had been convinced that he would be the only man for her and that she was still definitely a one-man woman. But in the midst of the guilt that she felt after she had asked Mike into her apartment, he had informed her as to just how much action it required to make Ned happy. Maybe she wasn't really doing anything wrong in having this relationship with Ned, but she couldn't help but worry as to the effects that this whole pattern might have on her overall life status. She had always considered herself a moral girl who could contain her passions, but now she could see that she was giving vent to them, responding to her desires. She had wondered just what Mike would be like sexually, and had responded by driving her tongue up and down his stirring cock until she had tasted his hot juices.
As he removed her brassiere, Mike's long, strong fingers reached out and made a grab for her firm warm boobs. Never had she felt them so completely and totally surrounded as they were at that moment, what with his ham-like hands pushing against them.
His fingers kept on twitching against her breasts, moving resourcefully until he then reached down with both hands and made a grab for her panties. His fingers fastened to the fabric, and ever so quickly he began to glide them down her twitching legs.
"You've got a pretty pussy," he declared as he slid the panties down past her vagina. "I like the color of your hair. It's nice and thick. Just the kind of pussy bush I love to play with."
"Be my guest," she panted.
"I am your guest and I love every bit of it."
Tossing her panties aside, the panting bouncer reached out with his right hand and slid his index finger several times against her always sensitive clitoris. Those movements alone practically caused Gilda to jump out of her skin as she swirled her gliding hips steadily.
"That feels wonderful," she said. "You can go further. In fact, go as far as you like."
"You're a girl after my heart."
His fingers reached down and curled around her smooth, trim buttocks as he dropped his head down between Gilda's warm legs. Mike picked up the invigorating scent of her pubic nest, and soon his tongue was moving with swift, circuitous precision as it glided against her pubic hairs.
Mike's tingling tongue kept working against her vaginal hairs for several moments, and all the while she enjoyed each and every sensation. The faster that his driving tongue had worked against her wet, excited pussy hairs, the more eagerly she started to look forward to a driving tongue attack inside of her box.
The tongue assault was soon forthcoming as Mike drove his long, sensitive tongue against her clitoris. After that he started to grind it against her vaginal walls, pouring it into her with great zeal and strength as he covered every sensitive part of her warm, dazzling slit.
His racing tongue kept up its speedy pursuit of her pussy walls. After a few more driving movements, she could no longer hold back the orgasmic juices that were surfacing deep within her seething womb.
He watched her stomach muscles contract and her ass cheeks grind flowingly from side to side as she started to shoot her juices into his mouth. As he opened his mouth with great joy, Mike reached down and fondled her buttocks ever so firmly. The harder that his fingers clasped around her flesh, the better that it felt to her to be totally dominated by this huge man.
"Go get it, it's all yours," she panted.
Mike didn't need to hear her say that. The only thing he could think of was going after each and every searing droplet of her tasty vaginal sauce. After finishing the sucking, he was prepared to go on to other heights of ecstasy.
Chapter Eight
Mike hungrily fondled his lover's firm ripe buttocks for a few strokes.
His heart pounded with increasing intensity as he pushed his flicking red tongue forward, lowering his head as he let his tongue spear eagerly toward her left buttock.
She loved the teasing sensations of his swift, flowing tongue as it kept darting spiritedly against her twisting ass globe. As tongue pushed against flesh, Gilda heaved a series of loud, incessant gasps. She was getting bowled over by the spirited timeliness of Mike's rigid tongue as he employed it ever so thoroughly, letting it crisply move against her rotating buttock.
He moved his tongue skillfully from buttock to buttock, after which he then removed his piercing red tongue altogether. By then he had another daring target in sight, the puckered ring of her anus. Mike lowered his head more, then propelled his quick, sturdy tongue forward as he shoved it up between her warm buns and into her asshole.
The quicker that his tongue surged and drove, the greater the amount of freedom that he felt. If there was one thing that Mike enjoyed, it was completely letting himself go with a beautiful woman. So many times he had envied Ned, despite the fact that he had always been good to him and was a nice guy. He would see his boss walk off with some of the most beautiful women, and now here he was, eagerly engaging in sex with perhaps the best looking of them all, the new bartender.
His resolute tongue kept on sliding into the sensitive inner regions of her tight anal slit. He kept driving his tongue with fervent, flowing intensity as he pushed it all the way into the ring of her asshole. As he kept up his rapid-fire movements, her rhythmic body reacted with a sense of ever-accelerating need.
As he kept vigorously tonguing her aroused asshole, Ned gripped his lover's thighs. After a few more strokes, he removed his tongue from her asshole and decided to push his piercing right index finger up be- tween her twisting white buns.
He took her totally by surprise as his finger charged forward, driving into the passionate inner depths of her anus.
"You sure do have a tight asshole," Mike exclaimed. "It's just the perfect fit for my finger."
With jolting effectiveness, he kept on slashing with his resolute finger as he drove it deep inside of her. The quicker that his slicing finger stabbed her anal passage, the harder that his swollen cock became as the spirit began to flow. Mike realized that, if anything, he was even hotter this time around than he had been before his first orgasm.
Impressed over the way that his lover's ass cheeks would wiggle sensitively as she reacted to his probing finger strokes, he got to thinking about what he would do next. Mike was the kind of guy who was always eager to chart new paths, and he wondered just how far this beautiful woman had gone on the subject of anal sex.
When he removed his finger from her asshole, he looked down at her still-quivering behind. His fingers reached out and slapped sturdily against her ass globes, causing them to redden from his eager movements.
"Just what are you planning to do to me?" she asked.
"Have you ever had your ass fucked before?" he boldly asked.
"No, no way. I've heard that's strictly for animals."
"Yeah, animals like human beings," he laugheld. "There's nothing wrong with it at all. You can't knock something that you've been afraid to try. Did your husband ever suggest it?"
"He was never that daring, but if he had, I would have turned him down."
"But you're not gonna turn me down," Mike said. "No way. You want it too much."
"No, I don't. I'm scared as hell to think about getting my asshole fucked."
"Nonsense. Sure you're a little fearful, but it's not gonna be the end of the road. Just wait until you feel those wild sensations. After I pump my prick inside of your ass a few times you're gonna be alive with sensation. You'll love it so much."
He moved his index finger once more, allowing it to gently probe its way inside of her still-twisting asshole. When he removed his finger, he reached down into her warm inviting pussy. His finger dipped into her wet clitoris, scooping up some of the juices that still remained from her wild orgasm.
"I'll slide this into your anal passage," he told her. "That'll make you a little more slippery. Since your asshole is cherry, I don't want to hurt you too much."
Her heart sank and a chilling fear gripped beautiful Gilda. Every time she looked up at his hard, ever-bloated cock, she couldn't help but be intimidated. Yes, it was one thing for her to suck on it, but it was something else for him to exert animalistic impulses as he slashed his steaming stem deep inside of her tight anal canal, which had never been entered by a penis in her entire life.
She knew that it was futile to argue against what he wanted to do. Gilda could see from the confident, determined expression on Mike's face that he wasn't about to be thwarted. His stiff dick was going to push inside of her asshole and that was all there was to it.
It felt good to have him spread the pussy fluid around inside of her anal passage, even though she knew that soon enough she would be experiencing pain.
He reached down and made a grab for her warm thighs, tossing them over his shoulders, then clutching his fingers tightly against them as he prepared to launch into his devastating cock attack.
Mike pushed his stiff, stinging organ forward, letting it grind determinedly as he worked it into the tight anal passage of his beautiful lover.
She gritted her teeth and heaved a painful gasp, begging for him to at least slow up the pace and subject her to less anal abuse.
"Easy, take it easy," she gulped. "It hurts so much. It hurts so much to have you fuck me like this."
"It won't be so bad," Mike said. "Don't be a baby. As a matter of fact, you'll be begging for it. Just wait and see. You'll beg for it before I get through with you. You women all want to be dominated, and I'm just the kind of guy who can do it."
Ever so crisply, Mike continued to drive his fervent, flinging member forward. The harder that he made -forceful contact with her asshole, the more piercing the pain became, but after a certain period of time had passed, she grew more accustomed to those sensations.
Never in her entire life had Gilda experienced anything quite like what was happening at the moment. But despite the fact that she was hurting and hurting plenty from the savagery of his stiff, digging stabs, she still loved the feeling of knowing that his surging penis was dominating her with its thorough, determined thrusts.
He kept on wielding his sizable organ, letting it grip up between her buttocks as he slashed with it, slamming it hard inside of her asshole as he pushed that much closer to the point when the juices would splash with voluminous desire from the end of his volcanic, semen-coated cock.
Mike went on digging his sturdy member ever deeper into her until he eventually found her sensitive anal ring. The harder that he slashed, the more helpless he became to hold back the quivering flood tide of orgasm that he knew had to be released from the end of his cock. Even though he would have liked to have held off a little bit, there was no more hesitating to be done. The burning, itching sensations told him just how close he was to the tremendous moment when all of the spraying fluids would shoot from out of the end of his mammoth, driving prick.
He felt his semen-filled balls scraping against her sweeping, excited ass cheeks as he kept on ramming hard, driving his skewering cock up between her tight buns.
After a few more slashing, determined, forward assaults, the waves of helpless anxiety flowed more quickly than ever through his warm balls.
The juices started to spray, shooting from his stiff, hard cock. As the white thickness kept on spilling out of him, he reached down and slapped at her buttocks a few more times.
"It wasn't so bad at all," he said. "I saw a look of pleasure in your face."
When Mike removed his hard cock from her asshole, she shook her head wearily.
"Yes, I did learn to enjoy it," Gilda said, "but right now my ass is just killing me. What pain. It'll never be the same again."
"Yes, it will," he assured her laughingly. "It'll just hurt for a little bit. You're a tough gal and you'll get over it. It's sensitive because you just aren't used to being fucked there. Remember the first time that a guy fucked your pussy?"
"Yes."
"Didn't that hurt like hell?" "It did."
"Did it stop you from being fucked that way again?"
"No, but don't try and extract a promise from me for lots more ass fucks."
"No need to get any promise. You're about as oversexed as I am. You just needed to be talked into doing certain things. Once that you get the hang of it, there'll be no stopping you. Come on and reach out and touch my cock. Just pump a little fresh life into it. I want to drive it in you again."
"There's absolutely no stopping you."
Her fingers reached out and made a grab for the tip of his still-erect organ. A little of the life had been lost temporarily from his lengthy, overpowering member, but she could see that it was only a temporary manifestation. As her fingers curled against the rubbery base of his meaty shaft, she saw the life begin to snap back into his cock in no time at all.
Spurred on by the success that she was achieving with very little effort, Gilda then started to slide her fingers up and down the torrid base of his entire phallus. With ever-quickening pursuit, she kept grinding her fingers first against the smooth surface of his rangy tool, then against the warm confines of his still-wet testicles, which she had sucked ever so thoroughly not that long ago.
The whole thing seemed to be taking place in nothing flat. Mike had worked Gilda into such a state of hypnotic intensity that the whole thing seemed to be passing in a blur, but a wild and wonderful blur that she could never possibly forget.
Following some more quick, rigid finger contact, he nodded, letting her know that Gilda could release her fingers from his cock.
"That's it," he said as she released her fingers. "Now I'll give you some more sensation."
He looked down at her smooth, trim loins, then let his fingers grip against her smooth alabaster thighs. He parted her lovely naked legs, and as she lay there, legs splayed, he prepared to ever so jauntily push his restlessly naked, blue-veined erect cock inside of her.
Mike looked down at her hair-framed fissure, then moved his fingers inside the slipperiness of her moist slit.
"That is nice," he said. "So very nice."
The raging genital heat within him continued to expand in leaps and bounds. As his heart tugged with reckless desire, he shoved his lust-bloated cock forward and let it slide its way inside of her twisting vaginal passage.
Ever so breathlessly she was ravaged by his steadily sinking cock, which slashed into the pit of her womb as he worked zealously toward another climax.
As his jerking hips propelled back and forth, his stinging, raging member kept on driving with quaking, quivering lust inside of her. The harder that he rammed his cock inside of her moist, hairy mound, the wilder the lust that totally imbedded itself inside of him.
His body kept jerking incessantly, propelling with great eagerness as he pushed his steaming member deep into her slit. After a few more grinding stabs, the juices began to spurt from out of the end of his spewing cock.
Mike watched as the sea of white splashed magnificently inside of her mound, then rolled off her belly and dribbled onto the rug.
"Damned, you're gonna have to clean that rug," he laughed.
Chapter Nine
It didn't really take all that long for Ned to catch onto the fact that Mike was getting some action from his new bartender, Gilda.
On those occasions when Ned would come into the bar during his lovely bartender's shift, he observed a certain nervousness in the eye expressions of Mike, something that certainly transcended concern for an employee. Ned felt that it was time for him to reassert himself and to spend a little more time with Gilda. After all, he remembered how hungrily he had desired her that first day that he'd seen her sunning her gorgeous bronzed body as she lay there on a chaise longue next to the pool.
One afternoon Ned showed up toward the end of Gilda's shift. He was wearing a happy smile, stemming chiefly from the fact that business had picked up tremendously since*'Grilda had started working the day shift. A number of professional men and blue-collar and white-collar men from the area congregated to the bar to swap conversation with the saucy redhead, along with getting a good look at her beautiful face and figure. What with Mike hovering in the background and the men being well aware of that fact, she had very little difficulty after awhile dealing with any of the customers. If she thought a man was getting a little out of line, she would silently signal to Mike with a concerned eye expression, at which point he would be alerted.
As Ned strode up to the bar and sat down, Gilda walked over to him.
"Can I fix you a drink, Ned?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm halfway on the wagon today, at least so far, so just pour me a bottle of Budweiser," he said.
"Coming right up."
She placed the beer in front of him, pouring some of the contents from the bottle into a chilled glass.
Ned took a long sip from the glass, then mopped his brow.
"It's warm out there today," he said. "I was getting a little sunshine beside the pool." "You lucky guy," Gilda said, "and here I've been slaving behind your bar."
"I know, and I'd like to give you a chance to relax tonight."
"How is that?"
"How about coming over to my place for dinner at, say, around seven?"
"Make it seven-thirty and I'll accept," she replied. "I'd like to just lie down for a little while."
"All right, then seven-thirty it is."
Ned took another long gulp from his beer, then got up and walked out of the bar. On the way out he waved to Mike, who waved back, a look of solemnity in his eyes. It was as if Mike already understood without having to be told that his boss Ned was back in the picture.
That evening Glida returned home from the bar and took a long, leisurely cold shower. When she stepped out of the tub, she climbed into a white dress which she thought would be cool on that warm evening.
As she arrived at Ned's apartment, she was astonished to find a beautiful blonde answering the door. When she took one look at her, it was obvious that the blonde was willing to show practically every sexual asset that she possessed, of which there were a good many.
She wore a slinky white blouse which revealed the fact that she was wearing no brassiere beneath it. Her firm, alabaster breasts overflowed against the top of the material.
As for the rest of her, the blonde wore a purple skirt which reached only the top of her thighs, doing everything but revealing her pubic hairs.
The blonde could see just how startled Gilda was as she stood in the doorway.
"Excuse me, this is Ned's apartment, isn't it?" she asked.
The blonde burst into loud laughter.
"Ned's just finishing making a pitcher of Martinis, so he asked me to get the door. You must be Gilda. Please come in, dear," the blonde smiled ever so accommodatingly, holding the door open for Gilda as she walked ever so diffidently inside, stunned by what was happening to her.
"And you're ... ?" she looked into the eyes of the blonde.
"My name is Melanie," she smiled, "and I work for the same employer you do. I dance for him in the evenings."
By then Ned was making himself visible. He finished mixing the Martinis in the pitcher, then began to pour some of the contents into glasses.
"She's to the night shift what you are to the day shift," Ned said to Gilda. "Sit down and have a Martini, Gilda, honey. You look surprised. Oh, that's right. I didn't tell you about Melanie being here. Well, whatever success we're gonna have as far as the culinary part of the evening is concerned, it's got to be chocked up to Melanie. She's the cook. She's fixed us some nice steaks. Hope you like them medium rare. As a matter of fact, as I recall, that is how you like them."
"Yes, that's right," Gilda said softly.
Gilda was disappointed over what was happening.
Apparently it was going to be no more than just a regular social occasion where two girls would talk to Ned and little else would happen. She wondered if maybe she would be even shunted out of the apartment after dinner so that Ned could be alone with this beautiful blonde.
It made her angry to think that she was wearing just a regular dress while this stunning blonde had the foresight to show off every inch of her magnificent bodily endowments by wearing a blouse without a bra and a skirt which left very little to the imagination. Gilda hated Melanie for the fact that she had such well-formed legs, and that they were on ample display before Ned. The only thing she could take any solace in was the fact that this beautiful blonde was not tanned like she was, and perhaps that gave her something of an edge when it came to measuring appeal. However, as she looked at Melanie some more, she recognized that there was a lot to be said about the milky white softness of her breasts, her legs, and her glowing facial complexion, which was set off by expressive blue, almond-shaped eyes and sensual lashes.
"You're very quiet," Melanie said. "I was hoping you'd talk a little more, honey."
"She'll be all right when she gets warmed up," Ned said. "She's a good kid. Make no mistake about that. And my potent Martinis will open anybody up in time."
"I suppose so," Melanie said. "Then they can bare their souls to the world." Three Martinis later, Gilda discovered that her head was aswirl. She still did not feel like saying much, however, adhering to the concept that she had been tricked by her boss and lover Ned. She only wished that she was out with Mike, a far less complex sort, the kind of man who knew exactly what she wanted and could comply with her every desire. The kind of man who would hold her in his arms, then reach out and make a grab for her warm, firm breasts. The kind of a man who would eventually bury his hard, steaming manhood deep inside of her womb until the fires within her were seething at a fever pitch.
During dinner Ned took turns complimenting both Gilda and Melanie. He kept telling Gilda how great Melanie was when she put on a costume and danced before the awe-struck throngs of hungry males in the evenings.
"She wears this cute little G-string operation that makes them go wild," he laughed. "You know, she's got these silver little pasties that cover up her nipples and nothing more. And then about the only thing at her crotch that's covered is her pussy itself. All the rest they can see, and do they ever go wild. They applaud, throw money, go out of their gourds, and they buy drinks, too, and that makes for business."
"You're talking dirty, Ned," Melanie laughed.
Melanie reached out at that point and tucked Ned under the chin. He laughingly responded by reaching out with his right hand and making a grab for her naked left boob, dropping the loose material of her upper blouse down so that her scintillating breasts came into full view.
"You nasty guy, you," she laughed, pretending to be offended but actually enjoying it.
Gilda's face reddened and she turned her head away. Even though she was attempting to pretend that it didn't bother her, she knew down deep that it did. It was a puzzle as to what Ned was doing. Was this terrible man trying to humiliate her? She couldn't comprehend just why he would bring another woman, particularly one who was so beautiful, to his apartment at a time when he'd invited her to dinner. Just maybe he was trying to tell her something. Perhaps it was his way of telling her that nobody had designs on him. Not that she ever believed that she did. It also might have been a reprisal for what was going on between her and Mike. That thought also crossed her mind.
Then there was yet another possibility. Just maybe he was trying to get her angry enough to where she would quit her job. Maybe he'd grown tired of her for one reason or another and didn't even want her around anymore.
Gilda's stomach was so upset from all of the anger and confusion that she felt that she did no more than pick at her steak. She barely touched the dessert either, which was a delightful chocolate mousse preparation whipped up by Melanie.
"You eat like a bird, dear," Melanie smiled when it was all over. "You know, I can't kick about it, though. Anybody who comes up with a figure like yours can follow any kind of practice she likes. It all comes out beautifully in the end and that's really all that counts."
As Gilda watched Ned and Melanie climb up from the table, she raised herself slowly out of her chair. She watched with great surprise as Melanie broke into a trot and moved swiftly and gracefully into the living room.
"Melanie wants to show you an example of her dancing," Ned winked, "only this time she's not going to be wearing anything."
Gilda could see that Ned's penis was instantly hardening inside of his trousers as he watched the beautiful Melanie reach out and begin to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off with one restless tug, tossing it to the ground, then flinging her shapely bosoms eagerly, allowing her warm boobs great sensitivity of expression. The faster that she manipulated them from side to side, the wider the smile that burst on her face. It was obvious that she was used to entertaining people in that way and that she actually enjoyed it.
"Just look at the way they move," Ned looked at Gilda and winked. "Just look at those tits. What a pair of tits she's got."
As Ned moved closer, she reached down and began to unzip her skirt.
"Let me help you with that," Ned said. "You dirty little gal. I'll bet you're not wearing anything under that skirt."
"That's right. I'm not wearing any panties." "That makes it all the more fun to pull it off." Gilda watched with mounting disgust as Ned dropped down to his knees. He reached down and quickly unzipped her skirt, then tugged with sharp rapidity as he moved it swiftly down her trim ivory legs.
As Gilda continued watching, the nimble, well-coordinated Melanie kicked her legs out of the skirt, then began to swing her flowing ass cheeks, manipulating them swiftly from side to side as she performed for her audience.
"I'll get a little music on," Ned said.
Ned walked over to the stereo console, turning on a loud rock FM station. He began to snap his fingers, looking over at Gilda and smiling as the erotic Melanie flung her dazzling, well-shaped buttocks back and forth, recognizing the magnitude of what she was doing and the superabundance of her potent assets.
"Just look at her," Ned kept laughing. "I like this girl. She's not afraid to tell it like it is. That's what she's doing. She's telling it with her body."
"Glad you recognize that," Melanie chuckled. "I'm turned on with the world. Especially with some members of the male population, like good old, hard-on Ned, who never fails me."
Gilda felt such smoldering disgust within her that she considered marching indignantly out of the apartment and never talking to Ned again, much less work for him. The only thing that prevented her from doing so was her embarrassment over taking that quick and strong a stand. That and her concern that maybe she would be playing right into Ned's hands. It just might be that for some cruel and sadistic reason he wanted her to do something rash and to demonstrate her anger. If that were the case, she thought, then it would be up to her not to give this man that kind of satisfaction.
Ned's eyes rolled with ever-mounting desire as he kept staring at Melanie's curvaceous buttocks, which moved with dazzling ecstasy as they twisted eagerly. Her hips and buttocks moved in perfect symmetry with the loud sounds, of the rock group that was playing on the radio.
Eventually Ned became so excited by the mere presence of this sensual dancer that he had to move toward her quickly and unzip his trousers. As he pulled out his long, leathery cock, Melanie quickly ceased her dancing. She dropped down ever so swiftly and attentively to her knees, reaching up and beginning to fondle the tip of his firm, spongy prick.
As she moved her fingers over the smooth rubbery surface, Gilda felt more resentful than ever. She was providing him with the same intimacies that Gilda had earlier supplied. She recalled that afternoon on the boat when he had enticed her into first feeling up his thick shaft, then actually going down on him. But then she thought about Mike, and how she'd succumbed to his advances. She really couldn't level a complaint at Ned for not being completely loyal to her since they had had no understanding whatsoever about such things, and particularly in view of the fact that she had been more than willing to share herself with Mike.
Ned's legs trembled as his beautiful dancer moved her fingers gracefully, letting them glide ever so spry-ly as she pushed them with resourcefulness against the full length of his flaming phallic tool.
"I like that," he said. "I like your tempo, whether you're dancing or fucking."
"It's so much easier when you've got that nice sexy music in the background. Just listen to those drums."
"Damned, your fingers are keeping time with the drums."
"They really are. I know how to give head, honey. I know how to do anything and everything when it comes to sex."
"I believe it, I really believe it. And I wanted Gilda to be able to look in and see just how wild you can be."
"She's a gorgeous kid. She's got lots of fire power in her own right. If she ever started dancing I'd be scared as hell. I don't think I could take the competition."
Gilda suddenly wondered if Melanie was actually stating her opinion, or whether she might realize how disgusted and angry Gilda was getting and, for that reason, was trying to puff her up a little with some compliments.
Melanie moved her fingers stirringly up and down the full length of Ned's lust-bloated penis for a few more strokes, keeping perfect time to the sensual beats of the drums playing on the radio. She quickly withdrew her fingers from his sturdy invigorated cock, then permitted them to busily employ themselves against his hairy, sweaty testicles, which had accumulated so much in the way of tense anxiety while he watched her dance in the nude.
"You sure know how to tickle these," he gulped. "The way those fingers move. That feels great. Your fingers are so graceful. Keep it up. Ohhh, keep it up."
Her fingers alternately squeezed and moved soothingly over his balls. The tighter that her fingers clenched around his searing testicles, the louder that his desperate gasps became, indicating to Melanie just how badly he needed some quick tongue sensations.
Without having to be prompted, Melanie withdrew her fingers swiftly from his searing balls, then sent her dashing tongue surging forward. She let it wiggle with solid grace, permitting it to drive back and forth as it whipped frenziedly against the firm, fleshy surface of his expanding balls.
"You've got my nuts on fire," he said, "and it's a fire you've got to put out. That tongue of yours is gonna do it. Just let it keep blazing. Come on, let it blaze."
She removed her snake-like tongue from his lusty balls, then set her sights immediately on his huge, inflamed pole, which needed to be brought to a swift and decisive conclusion.
He gasped and seethed with overwhelming passion and joy. As Ned's cheeks were suffused with the exciting fire of what was happening, his whole complexion reddened under the stimulating contact that he enjoyed with Melanie, who was beginning to put her tongue to work against the steely tip of his electrified member.
Hearty waves of combustible energy swept through Ned, making themselves felt ever so tinglingly from his thick cock to his spirited balls. As her tongue raced up and down the full length of his stiff, sizable organ, he was pushed that much closer to the spirited point when the electrifying juices would have to topple freely from the end of his flaming pole and into her lust-crazed mouth.
"Just keep pumping," he gasped.
Ned reached down and allowed his sturdy fingers to slide freely through the soft, silky strands of her blond, radiantly gleaming hair. The faster that he stroked, the quicker that her resilient tempo became as she literally drilled her probing tongue up and down the lust-bloated surface of his blood-engorged prick, which was moving that much closer to the point of shooting its juices volcanically inside of her.
After she delivered a few more swift, exhilarating tongue strokes, the first few droplets of his steaming white fluid started to spray from the end of his stiff, aroused cock.
"Get it, get it," he said urgently.
Gilda watched in a semi-trance as she observed the beautiful blonde, her head bobbing rapidly, seeking to collect every thick droplet of his appetizing white sperm.
Back and forth her tongue worked with trigger precision, collecting the flowing drops of his swift flood tide, which splashed so eagerly inside of her mouth.
"What a mouth girl, what a woman," he complimented her.
Gilda continued to watch the action as Ned patted his beautiful lover on top of the head. It was obvious just how impressed he was with Melanie and it caused Gilda to feel terrible, like she was the left-out party of the group.
Chapter Ten
It all happened in such a flash that Gilda could scarcely believe any of it.
Just when she was fully immersed in self-pity, deciding that Ned did not really-think that much of her and was even showing her as much in a very blunt and crass way, something happened to completely change her view.
The beautiful Melanie, after finishing gobbling up the final few drops of her lover's sperm, jumped quickly to her feet and walked toward Gilda. Gilda couldn't help but notice the jaunty manner in which her swaying buttocks and sensuous hips moved with rhythmic confidence. She was a dancer whether she was on or off the stage.
As Melanie stopped just a scant few feet away from Gilda, she admired her beautiful body.
"I said I had to meet you when Ned showed me a picture of you," Melanie said softly. "As a matter of fact, that's one of the big reasons he set up the meeting tonight. I said I wouldn't speak with him again, much less work for him, if he didn't at least introduce me to this beautiful redhead. So now I'm looking at her and I've got to admit that you look even more gorgeous in person than you do in a photograph."
Gilda stood there so stunned that she couldn't say anything. She had a gigantic frog in her throat that was proving to be an impossible barrier to overcome. As she stood there, her arms frozen stiffly, the beautiful and confident dancer threw her arms around her and directed her lips forward.
From the very moment that Melanie's sensuous, red, thick lips pushed against Gilda's, she felt all kinds of tiny sparks suddenly surfacing throughout her whole body. In paticular, she felt the wild waves of surging anxiety and sexual ecstasy arising in her mound. Up to then she could scarcely even conceive of sex, having felt humiliated over what she thought was a deliberate attempt to insult and ridicule her. But now she could see it wasn't anything of the kind. Melanie was the kind of free-wheeling woman who would go after her man, then after a woman.
Gilda's head spun in a sea of confusion as Melanie's lips continued to press firmly against hers. Even though Gilda had never in her life engaged in a lesbian act, there was something so stimulating and fiery about this tempestuous dancer as to find her irresistible.
When Melanie finally released her lips from stunned Gilda's mouth, she reached out and grabbed hold of her. In a matter of seconds the two girls were wrestling ever so gracefully on the rug. Gilda heard the loud sounds of Melanie giggling. She possessed inexhaustible energy and an unswerving desire for passionate sex.
As Gilda lay there on the floor, her body twisting from side to side as she wondered just how this crazy activity was going to resolve itself, Melanie reached out and allowed her self-assured fingers to unbutton her lover's dress. After she finished doing so, she pulled and tugged as she worked it over her head and off of her.
After tossing Gilda's dress aside, Melanie focused her eyes on the stunning black panties and matching brassiere that the dazzling female bartender wore.
"That really looks good," she sighed breathlessly. "Oh, damned, it was really worth it to strip you so I could see this. But I'm gonna see even less by the time I'm through. I'm getting you down all the way."
Gilda looked over and observed a smiling Ned standing a few feet away. He nodded approvingly, giving Gilda every indication of how much he was enjoying watching the action that was spontaneously devel- oping between these two sexy women.
Now Gilda's body wiggled from a combination of sensual arousal and fear of the unknown as her impassioned, panting lover pulled at her bra straps. After undoing them, she tossed them casually aside, then reached down and let her fingers move tinglingly against Gilda's nipples. She teased her nipples, coaxing them along with her finger tips until they hardened.
"You're turning on," Melanie said. "There's no doubt about it. You want it as much as I do, honey."
Gilda wondered if perhaps she should be making some kind of protest. After all, she'd never done anything like this before. But she still found herself unable to speak. Through it all those wild currents of tingly anxiety remained, and she could feel the warm waves of ecstasy continuing to mount inside of her sweltering nest.
Melanie's next move was to reach down and make a confident grab for her lover's panties. She pulled eagerly at them, and as she did, Gilda let her trimly sensuous hips spryly glide as she responded to what what was happening.
The confident Melanie grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her lover's black silky panties, then kept pulling until she removed them altogether. After that, the fingers of her right hand moved forward, and she started to glide them inside of Gilda's warm, appetizing box.
The faster that she moved her astute fingers around her curly pubic vee, the broader the smile of achievement that Melanie wore.
"What nice pussy hairs," she said. "So soft to touch. Just lie back, my dear, and receive some beautiful sensations. I'm gonna see to it that you enjoy them. My fingers can do the job, and so can my tongue."
Her zealous fingers kept on racing with precise authority. The faster that they clutched and slid, the greater the rapidity with which Gilda kicked her legs.
"Give it to her, Melanie," Ned called out. "She wants it. She's a damned sexy kid. She likes it as much as you do. She just needs to be coaxed a little at this stage."
"She'll get all the coaxing she needs," Melanie winked.
As the torrid finger activity continued, Melanie gasped as she stared with fascination at her lover's beautiful, hair-lined slit. The finger activity became more frenzied with each and every touch, and Melanie took great solace in the fact that her beautiful lover's firm lean legs were moving with greater rhythm than ever.
Chapter Eleven
When Melanie decided to move, it was with lightning speed.
Gilda's head continued to swim in a sea of turbulent disbelief as she lay there looking up with heavy-lidded eyes at the beautiful, panting blonde who was now driving her head down between her dazzling legs.
As Melanie kept panting with ever-mounting naked lust, she reached down with both hands and began to grip against Gilda's solid, naked thighs. She parted her legs, then picked up the pungently invigorating scent of her beautiful lover's velvety pussy. As she inhaled the aromatic essence of the fur-lined twat, she pushed her tongue forward, letting it stroke ever so teasingly as it applied itself to her warm and willing vaginal hairs.
"You're so sensitive with your tongue," Gilda panted. "I can't believe this. I can't believe any of it."
But it was all very real none the less! As Melanie kept wielding her fiery tongue, driving it against her lover's furry triangle, she realized that she was just grooming her for the next step, when she would ultimately explore the inner confines of her pink, flowing wetness in pursuit of her orgasmic fluids.
The faster that her piercing tongue sank and twisted as it pistoned back and forth against her wet, flowing pubic snatch, the faster that Gilda's hips correspondingly reacted. She twisted them sharply with a sense of spontaneous desire as her lover's fingers clung tightly to her hot ass cheeks.
"What a cunt," she murmured, removing her tongue momentarily from her lover's box. "Just sit tight, baby, because little Melanie is gonna bring you off. Her tongue can do it. Her tongue is gonna explore your pussy."
Ned watched, wearing a broad smile all the while as he observed these two beautiful women enjoying themselves in the throes of lovemaking. It had been his impression that Gilda had probably never been to bed with a woman before, something he had told Melanie at the time her interest became aroused after seeing a photograph of Gilda.
"I like a good challenge," Melanie winked. "If you can turn her on to all kinds of kinky things that you like, then I can do the same thing."
"You really are a wild one, but supremely confident," Ned recalled replying.
"Sure I am, and what's more I've got reason to be."
Ned couldn't help but smile as he observed Melanie proving herself once more. She was a woman would never shrink from any challenge, not even that of thoroughly enchanting a beautiful and sexy young woman who had never been to bed with another female before.
Her sturdy tongue began driving deeper now, working within the wet inner recesses of her lover's moist, velvety twat. The quicker that her charging tongue probed as it worked its way deep inside of her fiery, hairy slit, the closer that she was pushed to the ultimate point of climax.
Wildly her tongue kept on driving, stabbing its way deep inside of Gilda's velvety vagina. Every now and then she would let her wiggling tongue dribble against her lover's searing love button, and all the while she was being pushed that much more resoundingly toward climax.
As Melanie worked beautiful Gilda ever closer to the point of a tempestuous explosion, she moved her fingers up and down her trim thighs. The tighter that she squeezed, the faster that her resilient tongue poured itself with wild expectancy into the passionate inner folds of forbidden cuntal flesh.
After a few more quick, tantalizing strokes, the juices started to shoot from her invigorated mound.
They splashed with great eagerness as Gilda's broiling hips ground from side to side and the juices splashed with overwhelming passion and desire from her organ and into Melanie's open, waiting mouth, which had been anticipating this moment of supreme glory ever since she had first embarked on her tongue episode.
When Melanie released her tongue from Gilda's sweltering slit, she threw her body on top of her naked, sweaty lover. Once more she dropped her head down between Gilda's legs, and as she did, she began to move her fingers in a flurry of ecstasy as she pushed them against her lust-crazed vaginal canal.
"What sensations," Gilda cried out. "I don't believe it. The way you finger me."
As Melanie slid her fingers against Gilda's sweltering clitoris, she called out to her beautiful lover.
"Do it to me, too," Melanie said. "Come on, we'll finger each other off."
"You two sure are getting along beautifully," Ned said. "Of course, I shouldn't really be surprised. You're both gorgeous and you both love sex."
Their swirling fingers kept on moving with overwhelming swiftness. The faster that they drove them, the quicker that their churling hips moved back and forth as they propelled themselves ever closer to an orgasm.
It was Melanie who shot first, her hips assertively gliding with great joy as she heaved an intense sigh.
"You got me off," she said, "and I'll have you off in a few strokes."
Gilda's naked, splayed legs kicked outwardly with great joy as her lover kept on sinking her fingers into her warm, fleshy pit. After a few more strokes the juices started to bolt from beautiful Gilda's twat, and as they did she smiled with great joy.
"I'm off, too," she said, "and it's beautiful, absolutely beautiful."
"What will you think when I tell you we're gonna do something else that's gonna be beautiful, maybe even more beautiful?"
"What is it you're thinking about?"
"We can go down on each other. You've never sucked a pussy before, have you?"
"No."
"Then it's time for you to start. All you've got to do is what comes natural to you. Just drive your tongue. Move it nice. Push it up between my legs and grind it inside of my slit. My hot cunt's gonna twist like crazy, and that'll make you even more excited."
Just hearing Melanie talk about a sixty-nine in her enthusiastic way prompted Gilda to greater heights. She could feel those familiar tantalizing waves of ecstatic joy and desire reeling in her pussy as she steadied herself, preparing to launch into some throbbing and adventurous tongue activity.
"Get into it," Melanie exclaimed eagerly. "When I start driving my tongue inside of your hot flesh, I want you to do the same thing for me."
Gilda extended her legs some more, watching as Melanie pushed her head down between her legs and started to drive her tongue against her vagina. The quicker that her devastating tongue whipped as it worked its way inside of the sweltering, moist confines of Gilda's intense snatch, the more eagerness that swelled within Gilda. Yes, she thought, she could reciprocate. This was a beautiful woman and she was bringing out feelings in her that she never thought she would ever experience with another female.
Melanie felt Gilda's hands grabbing at her twisting ass cheeks. Gilda loved the firmness of her lover's flesh, and as she squeezed her alabaster ass globes with great delight, she slid her tongue forward, allowing it to slash ever so freely as she did her best to match the fervent activity of her extremely aroused lover.
Their tongues kept on pushing with precision skill, and it was Melanie's desire that they orgasm together. She kept pushing her decisive tongue deeper inside the blazing cunt of her panting lover with a tempestuous fury and she knew just how close lovely Gilda was to exploding her juices.
A few jet-propelled strokes later, their cunts began to gush. As Ned watched, he just had to reach down and jerk up and down on his stiff erect cock several times.
He kept observing the manner in which the girl's were letting themselves go, their beautiful female bodies wiggling as they sought to capture every drop of their lover's searing pussy fluids.
Instinctively Ned reached down and began to remove his clothes. He wanted to be naked and ready for his own swift cock assault, which would be taking place very shortly.
Melanie had now released her tongue from Gilda's moist slit and immediately Ned arrived on the scene. Melanie slid her body away, sitting on her haunches a few feet removed from the action as she looked at Ned and laughed.
"Take it away," she said. "I know how bad you want it. Get into it, honey."
"Thank you," a panting Ned responded.
Ned flung his hard, steely shaft forward. As he let its rubbery base propel against Gilda's left breast, he noticed how invigorating the friction was as cock pressed against breast.
He loved continuing to grind his rigid prick against her ivory melon, and as she worked her breasts back and forth with instinctive earnestness, Gilda also began to recognize just how much passionate enjoyment she could derive from that kind of physical contact.
Gilda's head still swam in an air of unreality. Could she have had that many Martinis that she was wiped out and fantasizing about this whole thing? No way. No, it was real, but then in another sense it wasn't. As she thought back to her relatively tame married life in Cleveland, Ohio, she recognized why it was hard for her to believe that all this was happening. It had occurred within such a short period of time, and now the man who was pummeling her responsive boob with his stiff prick was the same individual who had brought her out of the sexual doldrums and into the swing of things.
He kept gasping loudly, thrusting his blazing shaft, landing it with surgeon-like grace as it kept pushing against the warmth of her left breast. When he finished driving his fiery cock against her left tit, he released it and permitted it to go to work against her right. The faster that he resoundingly ground his thick, meaty shaft against her, the more noticeably that her pussy started to quiver as she anticipated some more action from this red-hot man who was eager to get himself off.
"I'll suck your ass," she heard Melanie call out.
"Wait until I get into the next phase," Ned replied.
"What's the next phase gonna be?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Ned replied.
As Ned removed his blue-veined, dagger-like cock from his lover's breasts, he pushed it down between her naked, splayed legs and let it resourcefully move toward the captivating warmth of her hairy, fur-lined twat.
"Now I'm gonna give it to you," he said. "Your cunt is gonna ache when you're through, but you'll love every bit of it."
"And now you want me to suck your ass," Melanie said.
"I sure do," he replied. "Come on, just push your tongue inside me. Let it drive. The faster you let it drive, the quicker and better the fuck that this little bartender of mine is gonna get."
He hurled his fleshy buttocks aggressively, then restlessly absorbed himself in the moment at hand. His stiff, sturdy phallic tool shoved forward, gripping intensely as he pushed it inside of her wet, appetizing cunt.
Her pussy muscles instinctively tightened as her quivering slit grabbed hold of his piercing, excited prick, which continued to drive and twist as he forcefully slashed it inside of her wet mound.
While her wiggling buttocks responded to his driving efforts, Melanie got down on her hands and knees and started to push her blazing red tongue forward. In a matter of moments her churning tongue was taking charge of things, wiggling sharply as she pushed it around inside of the warmth of his asshole.
Just receiving those hot, intense tongue blasts prompted him to even greater heights of excitement as his thundering tool kept on propelling into the inner deepness of his lover's warm mound. He reached down and pulled at her breasts, tugging at them with piercing grace as he pushed his long, rock-hard firecracker cock that much nearer to its intended goal.
As the seething juices swirled around inside of his lust-bloated, sex-absorbed balls, he rammed that much deeper with his hot, driving penis. He felt like a cowhand out on the range, breaking in a new horse. But this was as smooth and as gorgeous a mare as he had ever encountered, and he loved the erotic ride he received every time that he poured his fleshy, jissum-coated organ into the fiery depths of her cuntal furnace.
He kept feeling Melanie's quick, tugging tongue sensations as he slashed forward with his cock, using it with the intensity of a sword being pushed deep inside of its intended target.
After a few more blasting stabs it was all over. He could feel the overpowering, burning sensations in his intense balls as the swirling juices shot, spilling from the end of his tempestuous, steely shaft and into her mound.
"That ass sucking helped a lot," Melanie laughed, patting Ned affectionately on the ass cheeks.
"We all helped," Ned said. "We all do our thing in our own respective ways."
Chapter Twelve
Gilda's head was once more reduced to a swirling maze. She remembered sketchily having taken a break from the activities with Ned and Melanie, at which time they polished off the rest of the contents of the Martini pitcher.
She lay sprawled out on the rug, watching a few feet away from the maelstrom of activity that was taking place between the two panting, writhing, seething sexual animals, Ned and Melanie.
Ned threw his lusty body forward, reaching out and stroking at Melanie's compliant ass cheeks. She went into a dazzling little dance, teasing him with her sensual, grinding ass movements.
"I've got to have that butt, and I won't rest easy until I do," he told her.
Ned grabbed hold of his lover Melanie's buttocks, dragging her down to the rug. As she eagerly spread her creamy legs, he pushed his tongue with a swift, forward crescendo of passion, driving it upward as it approached her puckered anal ring.
Since she had earlier sucked out his asshole, Ned decided that the timing was perfect for him to return the favor by drilling his seething tongue into the inner fiery walls of her well-shaped behind.
As he tickled her aroused asshole with his quick, fleshy stabs, she began to purr like a kitten. If there was one thing that Melanie enjoyed, it was receiving the proper sexual attention from Ned, who behaved in the same impassioned, unrestrained fashion that she did. It was obvious to her just how much he enjoyed providing her with ass sensations, and as his tongue kept on driving, working its way into the inner fiery walls of her asshole, she was that much more poised, ready and prepared for action.
He released his tongue finally from her anus, and by then he was all set to shove his quivering finger inside of her hot ass. He pushed his probing digit forward, letting it drive with swiftness and desire as he shoved it inside of her. The harder and faster that he projected his stiff, sturdy finger inside of her restless asshole, the louder that she begged for him to move one step further and to grind his incessantly pistoningcock inside of her asshole.
"You want to fuck my ass," she panted. "You know that's next in store. All right, so drill me with it. Push your peter inside of me. Drill it. Drill my ass. Fuck me. Go ahead, give me a wild one. Screw my ass. I want it."
The louder that she begged, the greater the feeling of restless, swirling joy that Ned felt. He considered himself an accomplished cocksman, and it made him feel extra prideful to hear the sounds of somebody like Melanie just begging him for some solid action.
His finger kept on pushing with knife-like impact as it ground up between her warm, erotic buns and into her asshole. He kept drilling it all the way into her anal ring, and when he finally removed his finger from her ass, he knew that the time had arrived.
Ned's sturdy fingers reached out and made a solid grab for her fleshy ass globes. As he pushed his fingers against them, probing ever so tightly, he shoved his piercing member forward. His skewered cock was bloated with lust, and as he panted with great desire, he hammered hard with his restless tool as it found its way up between her warm, invigorating thighs and into her anxiety-ridden anal canal.
The harder that he hammered with his driving, dagger-like cock, the greater the feeling of unabated joy that swirled in his steaming testicles.
"This is really doing it," he said. "If this isn't fulfilling, nothing is. Just keep that butt of yours moving. Just slide it back and forth, real nice now, just the way I like it. This is a fuck, my kind of fuck."
His bulging balls scraped sensitively against her twisting ass cheeks as he kept on lowering his driving, blood-engorged pole ever deeper into her. As she felt the swirling waves of pain, which cut through her like a knife, she admired Ned that much more. He had a manful way of fucking, and when he started wielding his cock, he did it with the precision of a master swordsman, letting it slash and stab until the droplets of his appetizing penis fluid had shot from the end of his bloated, lusty cock.
The harder that he fervently projected his cock into the deep inner fibers of her sensitive anus, the more inexorable his desires became. He could feel the mammoth waves of thick, white sperm building inside his lust-coated balls, which kept on scraping and bouncing against her globes of ass flesh.
A few stimulating strokes later, as he gritted his teeth, the juices started to pour with blazing desire from the end of his steadily thumping cock and into her sensation-ridden but sore behind.
Her ass cheeks wiggled with great desire as the juices kept splashing, spraying from the end of his stiff, long pole and into her asshole.
As Gilda watched, she observed the sparkling sea of Ned's thick, white juice splash from her asshole and roll down her legs, ultimately hitting the rug.
Rolling off of her, Ned motioned for Gilda to move back into the action.
"Reach out and tug at my cock," he pointed. "Come on, Gilda. You'll get me up there. Just a few strokes. That's all it's gonna take."
Gilda moved on wobbly legs toward the scene of the action.
"Looks like she's had a few too many," Melanie observed, lying flat on her back as she smiled and watched the new action unfolding.
"That'll make her a little more wild," he said gleefully, "and that's the way I like it. We're gonna enjoy it. Enjoy every bit of this. This is fucking. Fucking at its best."
Her fingers reached down and began to employ themselves smoothly as they worked over the nub end of his rubbery, spongy cock. Even though some of the life had been sucked out of him as a result of the wild orgasms that he had expended, Ned remained hopeful of getting his cock worked back up to its same supreme enthusiasm level.
His lover's fingers kept stroking with commanding desire. Ned pleasantly observed just how much more authority she was putting into her striding finger strokes. He could see just how quickly this beautiful woman was coming around, and how much she was learning about how to please in sex. At one time she had been fearful and required coaxing in order to get the job done, but no longer, he thought, and that he regarded as a triumph due at least in part to him.
"Start pumping faster," he said. "I like that. I'm getting it up. You're doing it for me, honey, never fear."
He reached out and slapped at her buttocks, laughing happily as he observed his sturdy penis swelling ever so swiftly under the stirring influence of his lover's finger strokes.
When she removed her fingers from his cock, she gratuitously grabbed hold of his agitated balls. The tighter that she entwined her fingers around his fleshy, hair-covered testicles, the broader the toothy grin that emanated from him.
"She really is catching on," he looked over at Melanie. "She liked you, too."
"I figured that she would. Most women do," Melanie laughed.
"I think you could entice anybody into sex, man, woman or beast."
"I haven't gone the dog route, at least not yet," Melanie chuckled.
After submerging her fingers against Ned's lusty testicles for a little while, Gilda then released them from his balls. By then she was ready to enjoy another dazzling sexual encounter with this hot, panting man.
He reached out and grabbed quickly for her trim thighs. With one swift movement, he threw her legs over his shoulders and prepared to send his stiff, knifing prick deep inside of her asshole.
"You're gonna get sodomized, and you're gonna love it," he said, snarling slightly.
Looking down at the open, inviting asshole that awaited him, Ned reached down and moved his fingers with crunching impact against her smooth alabaster ass cheeks.
"What a behind," he panted.
As his fingers continued to grip solidly against her ass flesh, Ned shoved his stiff, electrified cock forward, letting it move into the intimate inner recesses of her tight anal passage.
Once again he hammered sharply, using his stinging, erect member in the same kind of forceful, battering-ram fashion that he had earlier when he had imbedded it into the deep inner fires of Melanie's asshole.
As Melanie watched, her eyes widened with a sense of admiration for this handsome man, who couldn't seem to get enough in the way of raw, naked passion. His hard-charging, elated spear kept driving that much deeper as it worked its way up between her flowing buns, which worked overtime as they whipped restlessly, responding to each and every hurtling, forward stroke.
The more quickly he intruded her, the harder his cock stabs became and the greater the amount of acute pain that she sustained. But it didn't matter by then, certainly not when she was the receptacle of such great joy, which was brought home each and every time that he hurled his flinging, mammoth cock that much deeper inside of her.
"Just whip it into her," Melanie called out. "You're something else, my love. So keep on moving. Keep on fucking her. You're really great. Ohhh, I've got to play with my pussy. I can't take this. Ooooh, it's just too much, the scene that's going on here."
Melanie stretched out on her back, extending her sleek lovely thighs as she worked her fingers up be-* tween her legs and against her super-active pussy. Her fingers glided against her blazing clitoris a few times, whipping her into an even greater frenzy of furious enthusiasm.
As her legs twitched with unabounded joy, she drove her fiery fingers that much deeper inside of her fleshy love pit as she pushed herself toward an orgasm.
"Just watching you two is enough," she panted. "Ohhh, I'm off. Damned, damned, what an orgasm. What a beautiful orgasm. I love it. Wow, do I love it!" Just hearing Melanie sigh and watching her beautiful body slide back and forth as she lay there on her back on the rug made him that much more eager to get his own rocks off inside of Gilda's asshole. And so his fingers dug even more deeply into her ever-reddening ass cheeks as his swollen cock blasted forth, slashing into her puckered anal ring as he positioned himself ever nearer to the moment when all of his cock liquids would spurt.
A few grinding stroks later it was all over. As he heaved one last sigh, Ned felt his heart pound more rapidly than ever while he watched the spraying drops of his penis juice shoot from the tip of his cock and into Gilda's asshole.
"What a great ass," he said when it was all over, "and what a great fuck."
Ned sighed with heavy satisfaction as he expressed his appreciation at the screwing action he'd just enjoyed with beautiful Melanie.
Chapter Thirteen
In the days that followed Gilda's introduction into lesbian sex with Melanie, a strong personal relationship was forged between the two girls.
Whenever the two girls could manage to fit it into their crowded schedules, they would go out and have lunch or dinner together, depending on which of them happened to be free from work on that particular occasion. And quite often after they finished dining, they would go either to Gilda's apartment or the fashionable apartment where Melanie lived in West Hollywood, whereupon they would jump into bed and allow their tongues to roam ever so freely.
Gilda found herself enjoying every aspect of sex with Melanie. Every time that she allowed her quick, swirling tongue to roll inside of her lover's moist pubic vee, she seemed to develop that much confidence in dealing with every aspect of life. After learning how to make love to somebody like Melanie, a girl with the same emotional desires and the same equipment that she possessed, she found it easier to understand a man's desires and needs.
One afternoon during a lull in the bar when there were very few customers, a tall, distinguished man with light brown hair and touches of gray at the fringes walked in and sat down on a bar stool.
As Gilda moved toward him, she could see that he was an exceptionally handsome man, and seemed to carry with him an air of authority. She immediately sensed that he was probably some sort of professional type.
"Hello there," she began with a smile. "And hello to you, too," the man grinned. "What'U it be, Mister?"
"I guess I'll have a Martini. I guess it's that time of the afternoon to get daring."
"You may as well," she laughed, "and my Martinis are very daring."
"I sensed that. That's why I ordered one."
Gilda instinctively liked the man's sense of humor. She was developing a talented manner of engaging in sharp, witty banter with some of her male customers, the Century Plaza. You see, I'm a lawyer with a top corporate firm in Chicago. I deal with a number of firms and businesses in Beverly Hills and Century City. So I cover a lot of stops when I'm in town. Tonight, after the activity has come to a halt, I'd like to relax. You know what I mean."
"I know what you mean, and I don't like the sound of it," she snapped. "I don't even know you, and from the cheap way that you're talking, I don't think I want to. As a matter of fact, if you give me much more cheap talk I'll sic that big, huge bouncer who's sitting over there in the corner on you."
"Hold on a second there. You've sure got a mean tongue, young lady, especially for a beautiful girl," the man laughed.
"I suggest you do one of two things. Either you get up off that bar stool and get out of here or at least stop talking to me like this. Take you choice."
"Look, I can only stay for a quick drink anyway. I've got to see a lawyer right in this area. But I was just trying to set something up for tonight. Believe me, it would be worth your while. You'd love it."
"As I said before, you've got a cheap way of talking, Mister."
"Arnold is the name," the lawyer never lost his cool for a moment, continuing to grin. "You might be a little snotty, but I kind of like your fire. I like a woman who isn't arraid to get mad."
"I don't like anything about you," she snapped, beginning to raise her voice. "Cool it and I mean it."
With that Gilda stormed away. Her hands were who definitely enjoyed swapping quips with a beautiful young bartender like herself.
As she served the Martini to the distinguished stranger, he looked at her and grinned.
"And you must be Gilda," he said.
Since there were no other customers who needed attention at that moment, Gilda decided she might just as well talk to the stranger for a little while. First of all, she had to find out how he knew just who she was.
'That's right. But I don't remember seeing you in here before."
"I've never been in here before," he said. "That is, at this time of the day."
"I see. You've been here at night."
"That's right."
"Glad that you're dropping in during the day. Hope you'll make a habit of it."
"After looking at you, I'd sure like to," he chuckled, "but I don't live here, my dear. I live in Chicago."
"Nice city. Do you get out here very often?"
"Once in awhile. It gives me enough time to develop a few contacts. You know, I am very friendly with a friend of yours. That's how I found out who you were."
"Who is this friend of mine?"
"Here name is Melanie, and I know that you two are very well acquainted."
"Of course," Gilda said, "Melanie and I are good friends."
"Here's what Yd like to propose, my dear. How about you coming up to my place for a champagne dinner tonight? I have a suite not far away. I'm staying at trembling slightly as she turned her head away from the ice water cool customer, beginning to wash some glasses.
The man who called himself Arnold quickly finished his drink, then got up from his stool. He tossed a five-dollar bill casually on top of the bar, then slowly turned and began to walk toward the door.
"Keep the change and it was a real pleasure meeting you," he said calmly.
Gilda shook her head. She wanted to throw the money back at him. All, that is, except for the amount of the drink. If ever she wanted to shun a tip, it was right then and there, in that she considered the man so obnoxious and offensive, particularly the way that he managed to keep his cool despite her anger.
After the customer had left, Mike got up from his table and walked over toward the bar.
"You look upset, honey," he said with concern.
"Some of these damned customers."
"I thought he was upsetting you a little, but he was a real cool customer. Never raised his voice. Never even stopped smiling. I can't just walk up and restrain anybody, you know. It would get all of us in one hell of a lot of trouble, particularly Ned."
"Oh, I realize it. I'm not blaming you, Mike. That's just the way that things are, I guess."
"Look, baby, how about coming up to my place for a little bit after we get through tonight?" he asked, placing a warm hand on top of hers. "I haven't seen too much of you lately. I mean, except for the time that we spend here at the bar. My old cock is so hard that it's just dying to plunge into you."
"All right, Mike. No, I haven't been meaning to slight you. It's just that I have been working some pretty long hours here."
"So we'll go over to my pad as soon as you get off work," he smiled at her, looking for confirmation.
"We will."
Mike could hardly wait for beautiful Gilda's shift to come to an end. He had several drinks just before it was time to leave. They caused him to be uplifted into an even more spirited mood. If there was one thing that Mike wanted to do, it was to be placed in just the proper atmosphere of recklessness, so that he would be prepared to totally let himself go in the throes of uninhibited sexual ecstasy.
A few minutes later they were locked in a wild, naked embrace on Mike's bed. It was a small bedroom, and Mike's apartment was small and modest, but the bed was certainly big enough, and all they really needed was a little room to maneuver their bodies.
Mike's huge, razor-sharp cock propelled forward as he reached down and slid his lover's legs open. As he looked down at her warm, gaping gash, he slid his fingers smoothly as they worked inside of her soft feminine wetness.
His fingers tickled her cunt hairs daintily. He then began to pick up some additional speed, grinding his fingers with throbbing desire as he pushed and stabbed them inside of her smooth moist pussy.
He removed his fingers finally from her savory slit, then picked up the scent of her pungent mound as he drove his tongue up between her legs and let it tickle her aroused cunt with tingling passion.
Every time that he drove his tongue against her clitoris, her entire pussy would quiver and swell with ever-mounting need.
"Pour your tongue into me," she sighed. "I want it, I need it."
Mike was seeking to loosen up this beautiful woman and to make her even more desirous of his swift, enticing penis projections. As his swirling tongue wiggled, driving deep inside of her ever-soiled slit, he moved her ever nearer to the point when her quivering cunt would have to explode, the juices flooding his mouth.
After a few more sweeping tongue strokes, the juices started to spray from her pussy, splashing their way inside of his warm, open, ever-receptive mouth.
His lover Gilda panted loudly and her trembling legs slid open farther, revealing every moist, scintillating, rust-colored pubic hair.
He knew that he had to push his sturdy cock inside of her sweltering slit and soon he was setting out to do just that. His hard, rambling prick slashed forward, pushing its way inside of the tight inner opening to her seething wet orifice.
As he pushed and pounded with his cock, he was pleased over the way that his accommodating lover swept her swirling hips around, responding to every vigorous, pounding penetration that he made.
His stiff, sturdy member kept on driving inside of her and he reached down with both hands, starting to move his fingers in a sea of vigorous ecstasy against her firm warm breasts. He clasped ever so tightly with both hands against her warm boobs, bringing himself ever nearer to the point of an enormous explosion.
Mike's tight, tense buttocks wiggled as he kept pushing his hard-charging spear that much deeper into her. He used his thick, lust-bloated cock like a battering ram as he let it charge with unrestrained passion, slamming it to the hilt as he pumped and pounded with it inside of her sweltering slit.
A few quick, fleshy, pumping strides later, he felt the unbearable waves of uninhibited passion pushing their way inside his cock and balls. His heated testicles sweltered with great desire as he pushed his cock forward yet one more time. After that the cock juices started to spray from the end of his lusty, virile member, splashing eagerly inside of her receptive organ.
As her hips wiggled, she watched the flow of his thick, white, volcanic lava splash from her pussy and roll down her legs.
When it was all over, her lover reached down with both hands and started to grind his fingers against the tip of his still-hard cock. She examined the blue veins of his thick, lust-engorged member, which she could see needed some more immediate satisfaction.
His fingers pursued the full length of his stiff, rubbery instrument as he slipped them up and down. He enjoyed every piercing stride that he brought to bear against the full length of his hard, ecstatic cock.
When he finally removed his fingers from it, he extended his legs, then pushed his stiff, surging pole forward.
"Open your mouth," he commanded sharply. "I want to push my prick into it. I'm gonna blast hard. I'm gonna blast right into your mouth."
He heaved a sigh, then shoved his diligent prick into her mouth. He overwhelmed her with the enormity of his stinging spear, which immediately blasted its way into the innermost depths of her throat. The harder that he pushed and pounded with his cock, the more inexorably he drove toward the moment when the juices would again have to pour from the end of his electrified organ and into her mouth.
His fingers reached down and twitched at her erect distended nipples. As they hardened, he drove his pounding spear ever deeper, sliding his hot, savory, rubbery flesh into her inflamed gullet.
Even though she could barely breathe as his cock totally dominated her, she could still feel the waves of sensual joy. There was something magnificent in the way that huge ex-football player could take charge of her with his stiff bloated prick, and now he was pushing himself ever closer to the last phases of the act.
As he rolled his hips and pushed his cock forward for the last few times, she closed her eyes and prepared to receive the blasts of thick, white semen that would spurt into her mouth.
It was as if he were a determined sandblaster in the midst of a job, pushing himself to the ultimate. Sweat began to roll down his sides from his hairy armpits as his booming, twisting penis pumped inside of her.
Finally the thick, white juices started to pour from the end of his excited, fleshy member and into her mouth.
He had so overwhelmed her with passion that it took a few minutes for Gilda to recover after he removed his penis from her mouth.
"How about me taking you to dinner?" he smiled. "It's the least I can do. Get me a little juice back after all that I lost, and put some protein into you, too."
"You're on, love," she winked wearily. "This time you really wore me out, though."
"I guess I was hornier than usual. For one thing, I get upset when I see that you're upset. That guy really did bug you today. Why him more than some of these other guys? We have other creeps who come into the place, and if I threw all of them out, business would be a hell of a lot slower."
"I know. I guess that there was something of the know-it-all in this guy. Maybe that was it. No, maybe it was something else."
"What else?" Mike asked curiously.
"I guess there's something about a guy who acts so cock-sure of himself and keeps his cool through it all, that kind of unnerves you. Perhaps that was it."
"Maybe so. Well, enough for him. I'm sorry that I brought the subject up. Let's just concentrate on getting ready to have a nice dinner."
"I'm with you," she smiled.
It made Gilda feel good to know that she was protected by somebody like Mike, a tough, no-nonsense man on the outside, but down deep a warm and sensitive little boy.
Chapter Fourteen
Gilda did not get home until late that evening.
By the time she was tired and just as happy that she would not have to work the next day. Fortunately Mike's horniness had hit a time when she was in the strategic position of having the next day off, enabling her to recover from all of the sexual gymnastics of the previous night..
As she awakened in the morning, she thought back once again to the brazen, well-dressed man who called himself Arnold. He had referred to Melanie, and she could scarcely believe that such a man was a friend of Melanie's to begin with. On top of that, she found it difficult to fathom that this man would actually get Melanie's permission for sex. And, beyond that, actually invite her as well, ostensibly at Melanie's suggestion.
Gilda wanted to resolve the whole thing, to find out once and for all just what was the story with this man. She was convinced that he was a phony, and that he was no friend of Melanie's, but in order to put her mind completely at ease, she had to talk to her gorgeous blonde friend.
After fixing herself a breakfast which consisted of a couple of donuts and some coffee, she phoned Melanie.
"Melanie," she began. "I hope I didn't wake you up."
"As a matter of fact you did," Melanie yawned laughingly, "but that's all right. I should have been getting up anyway. You're my alarm clock for today."
"I'm really very sorry."
"No problem. I was gonna call you anyway."
"Really? What about?"
"A friend of mine called me yesterday afternoon. He told me you gave him a pretty bad time. His name's Arnold. A lawyer from Chicago."
"I don't believe what I've just heard," a thoroughly jolted Gilda replied. "You mean that foul-tongued, son-of-a-bitch who came to the bar yesterday? Sure, he presented himself as a friend of yours, but I didn't believe it for a second. Melanie, you've got too much class for a bastard like that, even if he is good looking and dressed beautifully."
"You're judging this guy all wrong," Melanie protested. "Baby, what's gotten into you anyway?"
"I might ask you the same, Melanie. I'm getting very concerned. I mean, if you think that this is the kind of guy I want to have a champagne dinner with in his suite, then you have me figured wrong. I'm not some loose little slut waiting to go to bed with the first guy who drools the right way. Sure, I'm no little-girl innocent, and sure I've had my share of good fucks, as you know, most of them since coming out here, but that doesn't mean that I'm fair game for any guy who wants to just jump in the sack."
"Honey, you've got this thing figured all wrong," Melanie protested. "First of all, Arnold's a gentleman."
"He sure didn't sound like it when I talked to him."
"Here's what you've got to realize. I told him to go down there and talk to you. I guess you misunderstood what he was trying to say."
"Here I'm talking to somebody that I don't know from Adam, and he's telling me he wants to lay me right away in his motel suite. And he's making it sound like he's doing me a favor. An arrogant son-of-a-bitch like that I definitely don't need. I get enough foul balls who come into the bar and think that just because I'm serving them a drink that they ought to be able to wiggle their tongues in my twat any time that they say so."
"But it isn't like that," Melanie said. "Arnold called me back and was very upset. He said that you totally misunderstood everything."
"What was there to misunderstand?"
"The guy is married to a gal with an apparently loose cunt and a very cold manner. It's like jumping in the sack with a cold fish, if you know what I mean."
"What's that got to do with me? Or us?"
"I met him one night while I was dancing at the place. I could tell from the suit he was wearing that he had plenty of money, and when he let me know that he was willing to shell it out for a little affection, I said that things could only get so kinky just up to a point, and then I'd have to draw the line. I mean, I can use a little extra money, and when he told me how much he'd give me, well, that sealed it."
"Melanie, I never knew you were a hooker."
"Ah, fuck off," Melanie said angrily. "Come on now. What the hell difference does it make? I mean, some guys will take a woman out and wine her, dine her, go through all that, and what are they really leading up to? Hell, they want to stick their cock up between her legs. That's all there is to it. Or other guys will buy a gal a bracelet, diamond ring, you name it. Take her on a trip. It's just paying for it one way or the other. And what do you think marriage is, for God's sake? That's paying for a regular piece of ass, and that usually costs a little more. That is, unless you're getting a mistress who can perform real well. That's pretty expensive, too, especially full time."
"So you don't think there's anything wrong in it?"
"I sure don't, honey, and I figured you could pick up some extra money that way, too. This guy is loaded with money. I mean, that's why he doesn't want to leave his wife. She'd get too damned much of it. He's accumulated most of his estate since he's been married to her. They got married when he was just out of law school. Hell, Arnold must be worth several million."
"So how much have you been getting paid?"
"The last time he laid a grand on me, but he told me if I could ever work up a threesome for him that he would up the price. You know, the guy will probably part with five grand if the two of us get together and have some fun with him. That's why I'm disappointed. I showed him a picture of you and he really liked the way you're put together. You see, he is awfully fussy. He's not gonna shell out big money unless he really thinks he's getting first-class ass, and you're definitely that. You're the only girl that I know that I could really recommend to him, even though I know some others who are good looking and have good bodies. They just lack that certain something. And you have such a gorgeous body and face that I knew you'd go over."
"I'm sorry, Melanie. I guess I overreacted. He kind of felt, I guess, thtt I would be receptive to the idea, so that's why he talked to me the way that he did. I'll give him credit for one thing. He never lost his cool. As a matter of fact, I guess that was the thing that got me so mad. Here I was blowing my stack and here was this guy grinning and never even raising his voice. That must have gotten to me more than anything, I guess."
"I guess it was my fault, though," Melanie said sadly. "I should have tipped you off before he came in. Of course, I had just talked to him not that long before. I guess I could have called the bar. I'm sorry. I guess it was just a misunderstanding. Besides, if you think something like that's wrong, then I'm not gonna push you into it. I should have asked you. But I figured that since you're behaving very much like a swinger that you wouldn't mind jumping in the sack with him. As you noticed, he's a nice-looking guy, and he's certainly willing to pay."
"I was just thinking about all that you said," Gilda said, speaking slowly and reflectively.
"About what?"
"About everybody paying for it one way or the other. I guess you're right. I was raised pretty strict, and I guess I just didn't examine the whole picture. There is one hell of a lot of rationalizing around it, but people are paying for a piece of ass one way or another."
"Of course. That's why I don't have any hangups about doing something like this."
"Maybe I shouldn't either. Is this Arnold angry so that you can't talk to him anymore?"
"Of course not."
"That's good. I'd hate to give up a good thing for you."
"That same good thing is there for you as well," Melanie reminded Gilda.
"Ah, he probably would never want to talk to me again, much less see me after what happened."
"Quite the contrary," Melanie said. "As a matter of fact, when I told him everything, he said that you should have been told in advance, that the whole thing might have thrown you for that reason. He was very understanding about it all. As a matter of fact, I could ring him and we could set it up for tonight, if you'd like that."
"I believe I would," Gilda laughed. "You know, that'll be the most money I've ever made in my life at one time."
"I'll call him, baby. I'll ring you back later and let you know what he said."
Melanie hung up the telephone. Gilda placed the phone back in the cradle, then watched a little television. As she was absorbed in a soap opera, one that she could only see on her days off, the telephone rang.
"Melanie back again," her friend's voice began in a cheery tone.
"So what's the story?"
"He couldn't have been more charming. And he couldn't have sounded any happier. He's all for it. Just come up to his place at seven. We'll have some champagne, some lobster, steak, whatever you care for, and then we'll have ourselves a little bit of fun. But let me tell you something. Just because this guy's paying for it from us in this way doesn't mean that he's a slouch in bed. As a matter of fact, to tell you the truth, I think I'd be willing to almost pay him to screw me. But we won't tell him that."
"I guess not. It might destroy a good thing."
"Right you are, my dear. Anyway, wear your finest clothes, and I'll be seeing you there at eight o'clock tonight. Incidentally, he's in Room 627."
"That's great. I'll see you then. And thanks, Melanie. I'm awfully sorry for acting like such a spoiled kid."
"Think nothing of it. We all live and learn."
"I've been learning and living a lot more since I've met you. You're quite a shrewd gal."
"I've been on my own from the time I was fourteen, honey," Melanie told her. "When you're on your own that early you develop street smartness."
Chapter Fifteen
As Gilda stepped out of her car and walked into the plush, brightly lit lobby of the Century Plaza Hotel, she began to feel the same way that she did her first day on her bartending job.
She feared the unknown, wondering just what would please this astute lawyer from Chicago. The one thing that she didn't want to do was to foul up, to provide Arnold with anything less than the maximum in thrills. On the same token, she did not want to be abused by him, and was hoping that he was not one of these crazy guys that she'd heard so much about, men who felt that as long as they were paying a chick for the privilege of banging her that they could do practically anything short of murdering her.
As she rode up in the elevator to Arnold's suite, Gilda began to think about what Melanie had told her. That caused her to feel a little more relieved. For one thing, Melanie had been to bed with him before, and Gilda knew that her friend Melanie would not subject herself to anything brutal or highly problematical.
She knocked on the door to his suite and was promptly let in by a white-coated hotel servant. The man had just finished opening a magnum of champagne, and as Gilda entered the room, Arnold got up from his chair and bowed ever so cordially.
"How do you do?" he said. "Please join us."
Melanie remained seated, sipping her champagne as she looked up at her friend and nodded.
"You look lovely in that dress," Melanie said.
"You certainly do," Arnold observed as he sat back down.
Gilda was wearing a dress that she had purchased just a few days earlier at a Marina del Rey boutique, a sleek black dress which gave her a touch of class. Her body fitted into it with exquisite perfection, showing her abundant, flowing curves without being too obvious about it.
The servant left, only to return a few minutes later with the first course of the meal.
"Incidentally, what do you want for the main course?" Arnold asked. "I forgot to inquire before."
"The Lobster Thermidor is very good," Melanie suggested.
"Is that what you're having?" Gilda asked.
"We're all having that," Arnold told her.
"Very well, then let's make it an uncomplicated order," Gilda smiled. "We'll all three have that."
Once that the first bottle of champagne was polished off, a second was served. Gilda began to feel very tipsy. Melanie grew giggly. As for Arnold, he reacted, but in a less noticeable way than had the two girls.
"I hope you're gonna give us an example of your dancing skills after we finish the dinner," Arnold looked at Melanie and smiled expectantly.
"Of course. I don't think you'd forgive me if I didn't."
Once that the dinner was completed and the serving table wheeled out of the room, Arnold got up and immediately bolted the door shut. He walked into the center of the room, then immediately began to nonchalantly remove his shirt.
"Everybody strip," he said in the formal, dignified air of a corporate attorney.
The whole thing struck Gilda as uproariously funny. She couldn't suppress the inner laughter that she felt, and soon it began to overflow, bursting into outward laughter.
"What's so funny?" Arnold asked, looking at her with just a tinge of curiosity.
"You're making it sound like something you'd say in the courtroom, or to a client."
"You've just got to get used to Arnold's style," Melanie said as she quickly wiggled her way out of her dress, letting her trim buttocks flounce noticeably from side to side.
Arnold looked at her trim ass cheeks, which were firmly encased in her silky white panties, which he looked forward to removing.
"So very true," Arnold nodded.
After tossing his T-shirt aside, Arnold, now naked from the waist up, walked quickly toward Melanie. He reached out and undid her bra straps, tossing her brassiere to the rug. She bent over slightly, knowing that he wanted a good look at her bountiful buttocks, which had enticed so many men from the raised platform of the Jolly Spot.
"What an ass," he said.
He reached out and slapped several times at the back of her panties. Soon his fingers hooked against the elastic waistband, after which he started to slide them ever so slowly down her curvaceous ass, then her firm thighs.
"It feels good to take off your panties," he said. "It'll feel even better to play with your butt."
All the while, Gilda continued to remove her clothes. Soon she stepped out of her panties, revealing her naked cunt.
As soon as Arnold remove beautiful Melanie's panties, he reached out and grabbed at her ass cheeks. His fingers dug in ever so deeply, burying themselves in the furrows of her fleshy, excited buttocks.
"You've really got an ass," he said, "an ass that a guy can admire."
As Melanie stood there with her hands placed suggestively on her kneecaps, and her legs widely spread, it became only too obvious to Gilda that she was teasing her lover with her bodily positioning.
Arnold immediately accepted the bait, easing his head downward, then pushing his tongue forward as he allowed it to slide its way between her firm legs. His warm red tongue tickled her asshole a few times, causing her to move her ass cheeks back and forth as she responded to those flowing tongue stabs.
When he promptly withdrew his tongue from her aroused anus, he looked over at Gilda, who was beginning to feel left out.
"You mean, you stripped without me?" he asked with disappointment.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"I would have loved to at least pull your panties off like I did for my beautiful friend here."
"I'm sorry."
"No need for apologies. Not when anybody looks that gorgeous. Damned, my cock is turning to concrete. It's about to tear my shorts it's so eager to tune in on you."
He moved spryly toward Gilda. She noticed that even though he was obviously carried away with her beauty of face and form that he still talked and acted very much like the distinguished executive. She was beginning to see that it was just part of his overall demeanor. He was the kind of man who undoubtedly involved himself in important business discussions and perhaps court appearances as well, and as such he felt that he could never give the impression of losing his composure even for a moment. And so his current conduct was no doubt no more than a carry-over of a basic personality trait.
As his fingers went to work on her ripe ivory breasts, she could hear the sounds of his heavy purring. His eyes rolled as he looked at her firm, accentuated tits, which he curled his fingers against ever so eagerly.
"You've got a set of knobs on you, a set that any man would be proud to touch," he told her.
His fingers orchestrated a rhythmic beat as he kept grinding them against her left nipple. After a few more strokes, he moved his probing tongue with flowing grace against her right nipple, following which he withdrew his steaming tongue.
By then Melanie had something in store for Arnold. She spontaneously went into the same kind of wild dance that Gilda had been treated to when she had been entertained for dinner by Ned.
Arnold stared in trance-like silence, his long bulging cock forming a firm outline against his trousers as Melanie bent over and wiggled her ass cheeks in the same way that she had earlier.
"What a gorgeous behind," he said.
After wiggling her sensuous buttocks for a few moments more, she turned and let her breasts and cunt face him. She extended her creamy white legs proudly, pushing her body forward as she showed her pouting pussy lips, which were ever so ready for some quick and tenacious action.
While she shoved her lovely snatch forward, highlighted by her vanilla-colored pubic hairs, she wiggled her tits back and forth, letting them dance spryly for the sophisticated Chicago lawyer.
He kept staring at her until he could take it no more. By then he just had to put his fingers to work, and he did so by reaching down and removing his trousers. As he tugged nervously at his shorts, Gilda noticed the huge bulge. When he finally pulled his shorts down off of him, she examined the dimensions of his blood-engorged shaft, which stood out in its full-length prominence.
Even though it was slightly smaller than Mike's cock, it was none the less something beautiful to behold as far as Gilda was concerned. It was a little thinner than Ned's, but perhaps slightly larger. So it compared favorably to the stiff erections of her other two lovers.
He reached down and stroked the full length of his rubbery, elongated organ, then released his fingers and moved toward the still-dancing Melanie.
She moved her dazzling hips restlessly, and eventually her lover reached down and clasped at her hot ripe buttocks. He held on tightly, then released his fingers.
"Okay, Gilda, you're next," he said. Without saying anything more, Gilda's host for the evening departed from the room. Melanie motioned for her to follow. "The action's in there," she pointed. Gilda walked toward the bedroom with Melanie ap- proaching just a few feet behind her. As she walked into the room, Gilda observed an already extremely horny Arnold sprawled out in the middle of the bed, jerking furiously up and down the full length of his bulging, semen-filled penis.
"Come on over here," he said. "I want a good shaft sucking. You can do it to me. Come on, Gilda. Let's see how good a tongue girl you are. You're pretty good at letting a guy know when you don't like something. You use your tongue pretty well in conversation, Gilda, so let's see how you use it in sex."
Arnold laughed loudly, mildly teasing Gilda over the way that she had erupted when he had proposed the dinner gathering. But here she was, more than happy to please him, and just hearing him refer to what she had done caused her to become that much more determined to please him.
"Just give me a wild tongue trip," he said. "Visit all the beautiful spots."
From the way that his ass muscles nervously twitched, Gilda could see that he was trying to tell her something by his bodily gyrations. Yes, she knew, he wanted to have his asshole sucked, and she could tell from the heavy scent of his male cologne and the general freshness that he exuded that he had taken a long shower or bath prior to entertaining them.
"Go get him, Gilda," Melanie called out encouragement as she sprawled out only a few inches away from the action.
Gilda's heart began to pound with accelerating passion as she looked down at the delicious hunk of solid- white flesh that was hers. She could already taste the thick, spewing droplets of his hot, white semen that would inevitably pour from the end of his long shaft and into her mouth.
But first there were some preliminary movements to take care of, and very important ones at that. Gilda knew by that time in her life j ust how important it was for a man to be dealt with properly in all stages of sex. Those introductory phases in particular were extremely important when it came to insuring the success of the overall act, and so she bore that fact in mind as she shoved her twisting, methodical tongue forward, letting it slide its way up between her buns and into her eager asshole.
Her slashing tongue wiggled slowly at first, but eventually Gilda decided to step up the tempo with great ferocity. As her heart kept pounding with swelling urge, her tongue kept on thrusting as she moved it around, driving it all the way into her puckered asshole.
"Keep pumping with your tongue," Arnold encouraged. "That's the way to do it. You know what pleases a man. That's good. You're very good."
He nodded, looking over at Melanie and smiling. It made Melanie feel good that her lover was doing such a good job of pleasing Arnold. Already she was beginning to count the generous flow of money that she knew would be forthcoming from giving this handsome Chicago lawyer what he bargained for in the realm of sex.
Her tongue kept on tickling his asshole, driving back and forth, working in a steady whirlpool of frenzied lust.
As Arnold received the jolting stabs with great excitement, he reached down and let his torrid fingers slide affectionately through her flaming red hair.
"You can switch the action," he said. "My balls are on fire. Come on, ignite them some more. Your tongue can do it."
"Her tongue can do anything," Melanie said. "I believe it," he replied.
As he continued to lie there, panting loudly as his legs kicked nervously, he watched his attentive lover begin to grind her tongue against his bloated testicles. The faster and more sharply that she ground it against his aroused balls, the harder his heart began to pound and the nearer that he found himself drawing to the moment when the droplets of his blazing, white fluid would have to shoot from the end of his stiff cock.
Her swirling tongue wiggled passionately, driving against his balls a few more times. Eventually she recognized that the time had arrived to reach out and start sucking his cock. So her tongue pushed forward, sliding against the tip of his sensitive joy stick.
"That's it," he encouraged with a vigorous nod. "You know how close I am. Just play with my nuts. Run your fingers over them. Massage them real nice until those juices spurt out of the end of my prick."
His buttocks moved sharply from side to side as he watched the steady crescendo of developing action occur on the smooth, fiery base of his inflated cock. She stroked his wet balls, which she had sucked so diligent- ly just a few moments earlier, loving every finger stroke as her sweeping tongue simultaneously maintained swift contact with his stirring, dagger-like shaft.
Gilda was reinforced by the knowledge that she would be receiving a plentiful load of thick, white juice from the end of her lover's cock, and so she kept on pumping with her tongue, driving her head up and down as she administered to his needs.
His body jerked back and forth a few times in violent, convulsive spasms, indicating to Gilda just how close he was to juicing.
Several quick spasms later, the droplets of his hot, white phallic flood tide began to spill volcanically into her mouth.
Her sharp, determined tongue worked back and forth as she did everything in her power to collect each available droplet of his valuable juice.
"This is a real gusher," Melanie said. "Gilda does a lot for you, Arnold. It's obvious from the way you juice."
"She's doing a damned hell of a lot," he called out in a hoarse tone, "so come on, love. Suck it all out. Suck every drop."
Her winding tongue kept on frenziedly collecting every drop of his thick liquid. By then she removed her tongue from her lover's still-thick shaft, which had gone down very little in the immediate aftermath of the wild blow job.
Chapter Sixteen
Arnold felt like relaxing for a few minutes after he had expended his juices inside of Gilda's mouth.
He took several sips of champagne, then looked over at Melanie and smiled.
"You know what you said you were gonna do," he said. "One of the big reasons why I'm willing to pay as much as I am is because I wanted to see two beautiful chicks make it. And you two are the best lookers I've ever been to bed with. Well, my wife was almost as good looking as you two, it was pretty close, but that was some time ago. So let's get into it."
Melanie dove frenziedly on top of the bed, reaching down and making a quick grab for her lover's legs. Her fingers affectionately moved up and down the curvaceous surface of Gilda's appreciative thighs. Gilda loved the sweltering finger attention that her lover promptly displayed, and as she spread her willing legs, the attentive Melanie dropped her head down between them.
Lovely Melanie inhaled the delectable scent of Gilda's French perfume intermingled with her fragrant femaleness. Soon she busily began to work her pistoning tongue against her cunt hairs, teasing them with her smooth, slow strokes.
"This is what turns a man on," Arnold announced.
He still hadn't raised his voice for the first time, Gilda noticed, but by then his face was beginning to redden and his eyes were starting to roll as he reached down and began to let his fingers stirringly apply themselves as they moved up and down the full length of his bloated, ever-ready cock.
Arnold kept watching as Melanie removed her tongue from her lover's pubic hairs. By then she noticed the wetness that had developed and now she was set to take advantage of it to the fullest, to drive her flowing tongue deep inside of her lover's pussy until the juices popped from her snatch.
Her tongue slid with great freedom, driving back and forth, working into the wet, velvety pussy webbing of Gilda's prize jewel.
The faster that she slid her burning tongue inside of her lover's quivering orifice, the louder that Gilda spontaneously begged for her to bring her off.
Gilda soon was reduced to a series of puffing and gasping breaths as Melanie applied the finishing touches, sliding her stupendous tongue deep inside of her searing, fleshy pit as the juices were preparing to deluge from her hot box.
"Then finish her off," Arnold called out. "You're doing quite a job of it, Melanie, honey. Just keep your tongue twisting in her twat."
Melanie was not about to abandon the action by that point in time. Her tongue kept on sliding with a wild, unswerving fury as she pushed it into the innermost depths of her lover's vaginal wetness.
Suddenly the juices began to spurt freely from Gilda's flaming pussy. Her whole body wiggled as she responded to the captivating tongue strokes. After a few more sliding ministrations it was all over, and Melanie had achieved her purpose, that of bringing her lover off and then swallowing her juices.
Arnold left the room momentarily, and when he returned he was holding a plastic dildo in his hands. He displayed it ever so proudly, holding it over his head and laughing.
"This is what I bought at a sex boutique today," he said. "I want to see you use it, Melanie."
"I said I would," she nodded. "I've done this with quite a few girls, but it has been a little while."
"Haven't you done it with Gilda before?" he asked.
"No, I didn't want her to think I was too jaded. I'd thought about it, though. I had a dildo, but I loaned it to a girl friend of mine and never got it back. We broke up and I guess she's been using it with her new girl friend."
"What are you gonna do, fuck me with that thing?" Gilda asked, frowning with concern.
"Nothing wrong with it," Melanie said. "As a matter of fact, the thing that's gonna surprise you is that it feels very much like being fucked by a man."
"Be a sport about it," Arnold said.
Gilda decided not to protest. After all, she remembered how many times that she'd been fearful about engaging in sexual acts strictly because she had never performed those particular acts before. It was silly reasoning, and she recognized that it was best for her to just lie back and feel the sensations that Melanie was set to impart to her.
A tense excitement began to build within Gilda's body as she lay there, legs spread, awaiting the first penetration of the plastic dildo.
She watched as Melanie confidently strapped the dildo to her waist, then pushed her body quickly forward.
"You're my woman, my beautiful woman," Melanie murmured.
The gorgeous blonde reached down and tugged at her lover's firm ripe breasts a few times. She squeezed hard enough to cause Gilda to experience a little pain, but certainly not to the point where she was about to protest.
Deciding to make the most of it, Gilda wiggled her buttocks and tightened her pussy lips, ready to accommodate the slashing tip of the dildo that was coming rapidly toward her.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was being fucked by a man, and as Melanie began to sharply wield the dildo inside of her, she couldn't help but notice the similarities. Melanie even had the pacing down pat, wiggling her body in just the proper kind of speedy yet well-coordinated tempo.
The makeshift cock kept on charging, driving with great firmness and strength as she pushed it that much deeper inside of her lover's hot mound. All the while Gilda was warming up to what was happening, driving her hips back and forth as she responded to Melanie's quick, purposeful thrusts.
Eventually Gilda opened her eyes so that she could see exactly what was happening. Her curvaceous, sexy lover kept on drilling her wildly with the makeshift cock, pushing it ever deeper into her intensely burning vagina.
"I've got to shoot, there's no way to hold it in," Gilda panted. "What a fuck she's giving me. What a screw."
"Go ahead and juice, baby," Arnold laughed. "She's giving you a wild enough fuck."
With that the juices began to spray from Gilda's fleshy pit. As they did, Melanie reached down and jerked at her nipples, twisting her fingers against them.
"You juiced, you juiced and it was beautiful," Melanie told her when it was all over.
Melanie removed the makeshift cock from her lover's pussy. She waited several seconds for Gilda to catch her breath. Then she reached down and unstrapped the dildo, pushing it toward Gilda.
"Come on now," Gilda smiled nervously. "You don't expect me to duplicate your fuck."
"Why not?" Melanie replied softly.
"I mean, I've never done anything like this before. I'd be embarrassed to look stupid in front of you and Arnold."
"Don't be embarrassed about a thing," Arnold said. "You're a sexy chick and you're gonna do a good job of it. Hell, your instincts will pick it up in no time."
"You heard what Arnold said, and he's never wrong," Melanie smiled. "Come on, take it."
That was all the coaxing that it took for Gilda to grab hold of the plastic dildo, which she strapped to her waist. She felt a little nervous about getting things started, particularly because she had never before experienced anything quite like this.
Gilda did her best to put herself in the perspective of a man. She tensed her arms and legs, then reached down and let her fingers slide smoothly against Melanie's inner thighs in the same manner that she had stroked her creamy legs earlier.
"That's it, just take your time," Melanie said. "Ease into it, honey. Ease into it real nice."
Eventually Gilda heaved a deep sigh, then mustered up enough courage to proceed. At first her whole body shook as she pushed the makeshift cock rigidly forward, letting it implant itself inside of her lover's wiggling and responsive mound.
"Loosen up, come on, hang loose," Melanie whispered. "You're too tight, honey. Let it all hang out and we'll both have that much better a fuck."
Listening to Melanie ever so carefully, Gilda did her best to psyche herself into what was happening. It did feel strange at first to be put squarely in the position of a man, enjoying his type of action as she wielded her make-shift phallus ever deeper inside of her lover's churning, burning, fleshy pit.
Eventually she caught on to what was expected, and after she started timing the strokes properly and relaxing her muscles, Gilda found just how much she could enjoy it. It never ceased to amaze her how much fun she had with every type of sex act in which she engaged, no matter how fearful she might have been in the beginning.
The harder that the dildo charged into the fiery inner depths of her lover's pussy, the faster that Arnold moved his finger up and down his hard cock. Eventually he had to release them from his stiff shaft since otherwise he would have prematurely juiced. He was eager to save his cock liquid for meaningful contact with these two beautiful females.
As he stood there watching with his hands on his hips, he observed Melanie looking at the ceiling, then rolling her head back and forth.
"There it goes," she said. "It's all hanging out. I'm shooting."
Chapter Seventeen
When the girls finished their wild dildo fucking, an irrepressible Arnold stood next to the bed, his mouth wrinkled with tense concern as he pumped his fingers rigidly once more up and down the entire length of his stiff, meaty erection.
"I want a threesome this time," he said, his voice booming with commanding assurance. "I'm gonna get this beautiful ass. I'm gonna fuck you, Gilda. I'm gonna pour my juices into your asshole. And while I'm doing that, I'm gonna have my baby Melanie sit on my face. Are you for that, Melanie?"
"You sure do a good job of tantalizing my fur patch," Melanie smiled, suggestively wiggling her ample bosoms.
"I know I do. And I'm gonna do a grand job of fucking this gorgeous little gal's asshole. Just let me warm her up a little bit."
"You're the boss," Melanie winked.
Melanie slid her sensuously slim body over toward the edge of the bed, watching as Arnold threw himself on top of Gilda.
The accommodating Gilda could tell from the way that her lover was panting just how eager he was to immediately move into a quick and decisive sensual assault. His thick, red tongue moved downward, immediately beginning to sensitively drive against her eager, firm, inner thigh. As his tongue began to quicken, she could feel the erotic waves growing by leaps and bounds inside her sensitive furry cunt. She could tell that this handsome lawyer knew just how to draw her out, the principle ways to get her excited in nothing flat.
His searing tongue would shift alternately back and forth, working from one thigh to the other, retaining the same flowing, sensuous pace as it kept on meaningfully projecting itself upon her inner thighs. After a few more strokes had passed, he removed his tongue from her hot wet thighs and decided that it was time to tickle her asshole with his tingly tongue efforts.
Arnold's well-timed tongue pushed forward once more, on this occasion resolutely aiming itself toward her puckered anal ring. He pushed his tongue forward time and again, drilling her with his swift, erotic strokes.
After a few more peppery stabs, he could see from the way that her body tingled with tremulous desire that she was ready for the next step. His right index finger shot forward, and in a blinding instant he was assertively grinding his finger deep into the same asshole that a moment earlier he had so resolutely sucked.
He loved the way that Gilda's flouncing hips bounced up and down on the bed as she heaved deep sighs. His quick finger kept on probing, alternately thrusting and withdrawing itself from the inner confines of her tight anal passage, which she knew would soon be penetrated by Arnold's thick, inflated cock.
"It's a nice tight opening," he said calmly, continuing to fling his fiery digit forward as he drove it deep inside of her asshole. "It'll be great to fuck it, too."
"This feels wonderful."
"Of course it does. I'm getting you even warmer. I'm planning to sink my hot, fiery pole inside of you."
If Gilda was ever ready for his blazing, razor-sharp cock, she was at that specific point in time. Her trembling body kept on responding as it wiggled rhythmically, and while all of this was happening Melanie stood by, awaiting her opportunity to make the twosome a threesome.
"My cunt's on fire for you," Melanie looked at Arnold and exclaimed with sensuous tones.
"That's good, I'm all for it," he said. "Let's swing into it pretty quick. As soon as I remove my finger from her ass. I love that beautiful, squirming behind."
Arnold kept staring with fixed enjoyment, observing the manner in which her alabaster buttocks glowingly flipped back and forth, responding to the swift attention that his sturdy finger steadily supplied.
When Arnold ultimately withdrew his finger from her asshole, he primed his body, preparing to launch forward with his swift, piston-like cock. His fingers moved sensitively up and down his bluish-veined pole, and as he shoved his body forward, she extended her legs and flung her butt eagerly, moving her legs just enough to provide him with ample penis penetration.
"You're learning fast," he said. "You're gonna be a great fuck. Okay, Melanie. It's time for you to do your thing. Just sit in my face. Give me a chance to suck that gorgeous pit of yours."
Melanie stood up in the middle of the bed, letting her legs splay ever so widely as she crouched down, assuming a spread-legged stance as her butt came to rest just a few inches away from Arnold's head.
"I'm ready to slide out at both of you," he said.
Before Arnold let his stinging cock charge forward, he pushed his pulsating tongue toward Melanie's inviting mound. He moved his tongue slowly against her furry triangle, concentrating on her radiant blonde pubic hairs for a few moments, then eagerly penetrating onward as he drove his tongue into the fiery inner depths of her excited, fully wet cunt, which had exploded several times during the course of the wild action that she had enjoyed with her beautiful lover, Gilda.
As his tempestuous tongue kept flinging hungrily, he picked up the scent of her beautiful muff. While his tongue kept on searchingly probing and slashing, he worked his grinding, assaultive prick forward as it moved directly toward Gilda's asshole.
Gilda heaved a loud grunt as he made his first contact, not holding back one bit, driving his burning tool as he wedged it up between her rhythmic buns, which were in steady back-and-forth motion as she responded to his piercing forward stab.
By then the threeway orgy was well under way. Every time that his burning tongue licked and sliced at Melanie's hot cunt, his stiff dick would project forward, driving its way in skewering motions ever deeper into the wiggling ass of his ever-willing lover.
Now Gilda was in acute pain from the savage pum-meling that her asshole was receiving from Arnold. There was something so excited about the combination of acute pain and wild sensual thrills, however, to make her glad that she was eagerly accepting such punishment.
She knew that Arnold liked the shape of her ass, and as he kept slamming his beefy lance ever deeper inside of her asshole, she knew just how close he must be to the state of a volcanic explosion.
With surging deliberateness, his explosive dick kept on sliding its way up between her buns and into her hot anal passage. All the while his balls scraped against her sensitive buttocks as he drove Melanie that much nearer to the point of an orgasm.
A few strokes later, Melanie could no longer hold back the inner flood tide that she felt. The juices poured voluminously from her pussy, and as her buttocks swayed, he reached out and slapped joyfully at her scintillating thighs. She liked the way that he thoroughly gobbled up every drop of her precious vaginal nectar, after which she threw herself down on the bed and collapsed with a sigh.
"You're the most," she told Arnold. "A real man. A ball-breaking stud."
"I'm breaking my balls on this mare right now," he laughed.
All the while he kept wedging his stiff shaft ever deeper as he projected it up into the sensitive confines of her anal passage. After a few more driving strokes, she heaved a gasp, responding to the intense pain that she was forced to endure while in the throes of pleasure.
With stirring rigidity, he slashed his bloated, meaty stem into the innermost depths of her asshole. By then the first few droplets of his juice had trickled from the end of his prick and into her anal slit.
"Can you feel it?" he asked.
"You're practically killing me with it, but I love it."
"That's a real woman for you. I knew you'd feel that way."
"Yes, do it again."
"I meant, could you feel those first few juices?" "I could. I know that there's a lot more on the way."
"I know, and here I go."
His stiff, razor-sharp member kept on driving deep inside of her hot, responsive ass pit. After a few more sharp, probing penetrations, the juices began to spurt wildly and uncontrollably from the end of his sharp, reverberating spear and into her sore but responsive asshole.
"Now I'm there, ooooh, what a feeling," he laughed.
"You're pouring it all out of you," Gilda nodded. "I can really feel it. You're really driving it into me. I love it, I love it."
When he withdrew his cock from Gilda's asshole, the sensuous redhead could feel even greater pain. She hoped that he would not be subjecting her to another ass fuck, because she felt that she could only withstand one screw like that a night.
Immediately he walked over toward a nearby closet, reaching inside and grabbing a robe, which he put on.
"Thanks for a great time, girls," he said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
"Neither would we," Gilda said.
"And I wouldn't miss knowing you for the world," he replied happily. "I hope that means that you can become a regular member of our fucking circle. I'm more than happy to extend it to a threeway."
"Arnold, you say the sweetest things," Melanie said.
"I really mean that."
"And I accept," Gilda nodded. "You really do know how to hurt a girl. By attacking her asshole."
"But a girl like you will never complain about that. I give you too much sensation in the process," he said with his usual tone of brisk self-assurance.
The girls watched as the handsome millionaire reached into a dresser drawer. He picked up his black leather wallet, reaching inside and pulling out some bills.
"There are five ones in here," he looked at Gilda and grinned as he handed them to Melanie.
Melanie burst into exuberant laughter.
"He means five one thousands, Gilda, baby," she said.
"Damned, he sure must have enjoyed it."
"It would have been worth almost five grand to me just to fuck your asshole," Arnold said. "I'm gonna have to be going back to Chicago tomorrow, and that means cooling this kind of stuff. There are a few gals I do things with back there, but I've never yet met anybody who can match you two. What a team you make."
The girls had a nightcap with their happy host. After they finished the champagne, they bid him good-evening and left.
"So what did you think?" Melanie smiled as they took the elevator down to the lobby.
"Very passionate. But controlled all the way. I had to admire him for that. I mean, he was getting carried away but he wasn't."
"He's got to be in control of himself. He's worth a fortune and if he lost his cool just once, he figures he could lose it."
"I guess that's true. If he did it at the wrong time, he could."
"The man figures he's got a lot to lose, and he does," Melanie told Gilda. "So do you feel dirty about picking up twenty-five hundred bucks for an evening's work?"
"Not at all. But just one thing. I'm gonna be selective. I mean, as long as the clients are somebody like him, that's one thing. Somebody who acts cheap. Well, that would be another story."
"I realize that. I've got a quality ass and so do you, so we're only gonna peddle them just to certain people. And in the meantime, we can enjoy all the fucks we want between ourselves."
"Then I've got me two regular guys to keep me going," Golda winked.
By then they'd reached the lobby. The elevator opened. Melanie reflected on Gilda's comment, then whispered in her ear.
"I've got a whole load of studs and some gorgeous broads, too," she said. "I'll willingly open up my whole stable to you, if you'd like that."
"Maybe I shouldn't go too fast," Gilda said as she walked toward the door. "After all, I've come a long way in a short time."
"I suppose so. Good-night, dear."
"Good-night."
"Oh, wait a second."
Melanie reached into her purse and removed three of the one-thousand bills, which she slipped into Gilda's hand.
"You can get one of the one grands changed and give me my five hundred," Melanie winked.
"See you, Melanie, and thanks loads."
As she climbed into her car, Gilda realized that she was moving into a fast-stepping circle of friends. As tempting as it would be to meet scores of other men like Arnold, she kept telling herself that she had to proceed with a certain amount of caution. After all she reminded herself silently, she only had one body.
