"Terrible!" Sam Coit grinned at the shapely young brunette seated comfortably beside him on the couch. "Jo, you'd be a total failure in a trivia contest. That line wasn't even in the movie. I think Bogart said something along this line... 'Play it. You played it for her, now play it for me... '"
"I'm not talking about an old Bogart movie. I was referring to this," she said with definite disdain in her voice as she glanced over the letter she held. "This cute little note that begins, 'Dear classmate, can you believe ten years have gone already?" And ends, 'We surely hope you will make every effort to come and renew old friendships with us.' And has all this about a picnic and a Saturday night dinner and dance in between."
"Don't forget the country club, the swimming pool and the golf course," he laughed, leaning back and taking a healthy swig from the bourbon-and-water he was nursing.
Jo turned to the second page of the letter, "Hey, you forgot to fill in this section headed 'Children's Name and Age.' Surely you've got a few bastards running around this city, Sam. All successful business tycoons do. It's part of the image!"
"Not this tycoon! This is the age of the pill, remember?" he chuckled. "Besides, if a certain person is willing and she isn't prepared, there are other avenues open."
His hand wedged itself between the cushion of the sofa and Jo's young and very womanly ass, emphasizing his last remark with a firm squeeze. He received an enthusiastic moan and shiver from the brunette, but her attention returned to the letter.
Tycoon, he chuckled to himself again. The label wasn't exactly tailor-made for him. However, during the six years since college he had managed to establish a small public relations firm, nurse it along for three years of moderate success, then sell out for a tidy profit.
Storing those profits safely away in a bank, he spent the next year doing what he had spent four years at college preparing for, being a newspaper reporter. With all the scandal surrounding the Watergate row, journalism was in vogue and considered a respectable profession once again. However, the crusading journalist wasn't a role he was cut out to fill. Instead, he quit, took his savings and made some more than moderately profitable investments on the stock market. The havoc the current administration was playing with the economy made it a time to avoid being bullish on anything, despite a series of television commercials spouting the opposing view. It was the season of the bear. Shorts had been quite profitable. But after eighteen months of the market, he had suddenly pulled out, once more depositing his money in a bank and had been living off the interest for the past six months, trying to decide which direction his life should drift in next.
"Come on, Sam, you're not serious about this high school reunion, are you?" Jo chided, tossing the letter to the coffee table.
"Hmmmm mmmmmm," nodded, draining his glass. "It's been ten years since our class went their separate ways to conquer this world. And it's been at least eight years since I visited the old homestead. It might be interesting to see what's happened since then. And if you need a business excuse, I'll probably take a look at some land, which should be ripe for subdividing about now."
"Don't give me that subdividing bullshit. You're going to take this jaunt for one reason, the old high school class reunion," she grimaced. "Sam, it's so cornball."
For three years now Jo had drifted in and out of his life as many times and as rapidly as she had drifted in and out of the two marriages she had given a try, no matter how little a try, during her twenty-six years. He liked her and it was apparent the admiration and friendship was mutual, although there had never been any attempt on her part to make him number three on her string of husbands. Despite their different backgrounds, his in a small southwestern town and hers in the big cities of the north, their sporadic relationship provided more common ground than just the decided pleasure they found in balling each other whenever the occasion arose. But Jo had one trait that galled the hell out of him. He wasn't sure what the present popular jargon labeled it, but he had always called it false sophistication, that need, which came perhaps from insecurity, to be "cool," part of the "in crowd." Part of that act requires that a person frown down on what wasn't considered "in." And apparently, at the moment, high school reunions weren't in.
Jo would probably thoroughly enjoy herself at this reunion, much more than he expected he would. In fact, he had intended to invite her along with him. But this little show of bitchy "in-ness" had just cost her that invitation. He mentally juggled with the idea of telling her just that, then decided it would be more trouble that the results it would achieve.
"I was hoping we could head out to that nice cottage on the lake that my last husband left me as a portion of our parting settlement," she smiled, edging even closer and playfully letting her fingertips teasingly circle over his chest.
"Oh?" he grinned, his arms reaching around her slim waist and drawing her to him. "Anything special in mind?"
"Hmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm," her head tilted toward him, her lips softly brushing his.
Then her mouth was pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth, accepting the tongue that came darting forward, twisting and turning in an array of pleasure-provoking maneuvers. As the taunting oral probe slithered away from him, he followed it back into the warm sweetness of her mouth, providing a few inciting flicks and twists of his own.
In a smooth movement that did nothing to interrupt their oral taunting and teasing, he slowly slid to his back, pulling her atop him. The firm contour of her pussy enticingly ground over the awakening length of his cock, while the twin mounds of her tits rolled over his chest.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed as they parted. "Does a weekend at the lake, locked up alone with an oversexed divorcee, sound any better now?"
"Much more inviting," he whispered as he busied the lobe of one of her delicate little ears with his nibbling teeth. "But I still am going to the reunion."
"Sam Coit! You're undoubtedly the most stubborn bastard that has ever entered my life!" she pouted and her big brown eyes suddenly filled with hurt and rejection.
"It won't work, Jo," he smiled, his fingertip tracing over the sensual fullness of her lips. "You've used that act before... "
"And it didn't work then either, if I remember correctly," her pout was again transformed into a smile. "But you can't blame a girl for trying. Remember, we're socially conditioned to use our feminine tricks on men."
"This is the era of feminine liberation," he chuckled. "Besides my daddy didn't raise his sons to be fools. He explained all that feminine mystique crap to me one day out behind the barn."
"What else did your dear 'OLE daddy teach you out behind the barn?" her eyes were lit with a coy sparkle of wickedness.
"He told me that when the opportunity presents itself, I should use the hayloft since it was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the back seat of a car," he grinned, pulling her to him as his mouth once more covered those full red lips.
She came willingly, her mouth opening to his seeking tongue and her hands cradling his face, making sure that he didn't pull away from her, as if he had any intention of breaking their embrace. Again her pelvis began that rocking undulation, rubbing the plumpness of her pussy mound seductively over the now fully aroused length of his prick.
Being far from inactive, his hands wiggled their way to her chest and surrounded the still blouse-covered bulges of her tits. Gently, but with a definite firmness, he squeezed, feeling an excited shiver race through the woman lying atop him.
"Yesss," she sighed as their lips drifted from one another again, "yes, I see."
She paused, as if trying to remember what they had been talking about, "Hmmmm, rustic. If you find a young lady who's willing, you drag her off to the hayloft. Very rustic indeed."
"Indeed, young lady," he grinned. "You'd better read up on your botany. Fresh mowed hay has a very sexual aroma about it, none of that sweetness you're always reading about."
"A farmer's guide to aphrodisiacs and hayloft romances," she smiled. "It all sounds rather primitive."
"It is," his hands squeezed roughly into her breasts and he was answered by a delighted whimper of arousal that came quavering over her trembling lips. "Sex is primitive, a primal urge!"
She whimpered again as his encompassing fingers tightened their hold on her tits, digging into the soft, veiled mounds. "Primitive and rough. Is that the way all you down home boys treat your young lady friends?"
"If that young girl is in the hayloft, there's already a question as to her being that much of a lady," he answered with another squeeze of her pliant tits. "And I don't know how all the boys treated their women, just how I did."
"Oh and how is that?" she smiled, obviously interested in giving that hayloft a try, even if it had to be an imaginary one here in his apartment, rather than the actual one that stood a thousand inaccessible miles away.
"Like this," he grinned, lifting his head so that their lips met, while his hands firmly kneaded the fleshy mounds of her breasts.
A few minutes later, they had reached that imaginary hayloft in his bedroom and the willing young brunette lay atop his bed, obviously reveling in the lingering gaze of admiration in his eyes as he stared at her unashamed nakedness.
As his fingers busied themselves with the buttons and snaps to his shirt and pants, he took the opportunity to do just that, gaze at the shapely symmetry of her naked body.
She could never be described as beautiful, but attractive wasn't quite strong enough. Cute came closer to pinpointing Jo's bared attributes. Her body matched the girlish roundness of her face and the wideness of her brown eyes. Rather than white, her skin was a glowing pink, a pinkness that reminded him of innocence. Although she was far from innocent, as she had demonstrated, on numerous occasions in between her two husbands, as well as during those husbands.
Her breasts were larger than one would expect on such a small frame, two firm cones that now jutted from her chest with stiff nipples topping them, displaying the extent of her arousal. She was thin, bordering on skinny. What extra weight there was on her body had been appropriately placed in her breasts and the womanly flare of her inviting hips.
She rolled a little, scissoring one of her long, shapely legs over the other and giving him an unobstructed view of the sleek suppleness of her calves and thighs. The movement also provided him with a fleeting glimpse of the pinkness of her cuntal lips, hidden beneath a soft-looking mat of light brown pubic moss.
His thumbs hooked under the elastic band of his jockey shorts and peeled them off. The stiff, rigid length of his cock jerked and twitched eagerly in its new-found freedom. He watched her admiring gaze drift to his crotch and the thick, swollen rod of his manhood.
"Beautiful," she whispered, as she rolled to her back, her thighs opening to him.
"That's supposed to be my line," he grinned as he stepped to the side of the bed and stared down at her.
"I think if I'd been one of your country girls, we would have made a regular habit of playing in that hayloft of yours," she coyly mused.
As he watched, her hands reached out and lovingly caressed the rigid shaft of his cock. Tenderly her fingers ran up and down the stiff, swollen length, sending sizzling sensual thrills to his testicles. The rock-filled bag dangling from his groin tightened familiarly with growing arousal.
"Bring it here," she smiled. "Bring it to my mouth."
He needed no second urging. Crawling atop the bed, he straddled her chest, letting the stiff nipples of her tits teasingly tickle at his ball sac, while he watched her fingers pull his cock downward toward her waiting lips.
Kneeling there above her, he gazed down, seeing the wet flicking pinkness of her tongue as it slithered from her mouth. Closer and closer it danced toward the engorged head of his prick. Then her tongue tip was there, tapping at his glands. He moaned as the growing sexual energy of his loins raced through his cock and swirled in his balls.
That moist pink tongue was all over his cock's crown, licking and laving at his lust-filled glands like a young girl delightfully working her tongue on an all-day sucker. Around and around the warm wetness of her oral digit washed the head of his prick, occasionally pausing to probe the tip, the very tip, of her tongue into the slitter-mouth of that arrowhead-shaped, nut-like mass of sensitive flesh. Wave on wave of growing excitement coursed through his groin, as he watched her eagerly bathe and caress his glands.
Abruptly her oral tactics changed. Her tongue was gone and her lips formed a lewd circle. Her fingers once more edged the thick pole of flesh toward her face. Wider and wider that hungry "AO" formed by her lips grew. Closer and closer his prick came.
Her head lifted slightly from where it had rested on a pillow and she pulled the swollen crown of his cock into the warm shelter of her mouth. He moaned as he felt himself slide over the velvet carpet of her tongue toward the depths of her throat. She sucked at him, her cheeks hollowing deeply, then pushing out as she took him. The knobby head of his prick nuzzled at the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled up to him, glinting with pleasure, as she slid off his rod. Outward his cock came, glistening with the moisture of her intimate oral caress.
Again, her head rose and the ponderous mass of his turgid cock vanished into the pleasurable haven of her face. Back and forth her head rocked, sheathing and re-sheathing him with her lips, while she sucked and licked to her heart's content. Her actions increased to double time when he ran a hand behind him, drifting over the trembling flatness of her belly and settling a finger in the quivering groove of her pussy. She moaned around the mouthful of man-meat she so expertly sucked as that finger easily glided into the channel of her cunt.
She was wet and hot inside. The effects of her mouth-to-cock caress apparently were working as much on her as they were on him. In and out, in penis-imitating fashion, his finger pumped into her pussy, receiving a slow hunching motion from hips in approval. There was no doubt in his mind that she was ready. And so was he.
His hips eased away from her, pulling his cock from her clinging lips with a wet, sucking "pop." She glanced up at him, confusion in her eyes.
"We're here to demonstrate my hayloft techniques," he grinned. "And for the sake of authenticity, I'm afraid I'll have to give up that fantastic mouth of yours. None of the girls I ever knew down home had your marvelous talents."
She smiled, obviously pleased by his remark. Her legs once more opened to him and he extracted his entrenched finger and scooted down to lie atop the willing bed of flesh she offered to him.
There was no need for either of their hands to guide his cock to its destination. His saliva-slicked glands nuzzled its way through the silken strands of her pubic down and nestled against the slightly pouted lips of her outer labia. His hips jerked and he thrust into her waiting slash, fully impaling her with seven inches of long, hard, pulsing cock.
"Ahhhhargahhh!" she groaned with decided relish, her eyes fluttering closed as he filled the liquid warmth of her cunt with every solid inch of prick he had to offer.
With equal roughness, his hips wrenched back, then lashed forward, once more spearing into the velvet-lined interior of her pussy. She moaned and her ass swished, hissing over the sheets beneath her nakedness. Her hands gripped his ass, squeezing the taut boulders of flesh his buttocks presented.
"Rough and primitive," she muttered.
"I believe that was the way you requested it!" he grunted, slamming his swollen cock back into the tight confines of her juice-filled cunt.
"Yes's! Yes! Yes!" she urged him, her hips hunching to meet the impact of his groin. "Rough and primitive!"
Responding to her emphatic desires, his hips bucked forward, skewering his cock deeply into the wet folds of her hungry cunt. He wrenched back, as her cuntal muscles squeezed around him, then slammed back into the recesses of her pussy.
There was but one method in his plunging hips and pistoning prick�_"the method she had requested�_"rough! Hard and deep he drove the ever-thickening lance of his sex. She groaned and moaned under each brutally forceful lunge of his cock, savoring the fullness he pumped into her wanton body. Her fingers clawed at the tight balls of his buttocks as she pulled at him, trying to draw him even deeper into her heated pussy.
"Yes! That's it! Fuck me!" she thrashed beneath his weight. "Fuck me! Fuck! Eeeeeee!"
His hips increased their tempo, driving to meet the demands of her body. Harder and harder, he poled into the depths of her hot, wet cunt. Her hips jerked and hunched in the steady rhythm of their desire. She writhed under him, her head rolling wildly from shoulder to shoulder. Her lips parted as an unbroken stream of moans and groans rolled up from her throat.
His balls seethed in their lust. His pelvis rose and fell in jack-hammering strokes that fully impaled the tremulous socket of her desire on his pulsating length of prick.
"Close," she moaned-whispered. "Close! So damn close!"
In and out the piston of pleasure packed into her body, driving her in reckless abandon toward the full measure of sensual delight she demanded. Her body quaked and shuddered with ecstasy as she came, moaning out the extent of her fulfillment.
Still he pumped into her body, sending his rigid shaft into the orgasmically contracting channel of her cunt. The fire in his balls boiled higher and higher. He could no longer retain his lust.
Like liquid fire, the release of his need rushed through the lust-throbbing length of his prick and gratefully gushed into the clinging folds of her pussy, saturating her still-quivering channel with hot sperm and semen. He clung to her, squeezing the fleshy mounds of her tits as his body emptied itself into her belly in fountain upon fountain of thick come.
Neither of the moved or spoke until the last tremors of delight had passed from their bodies and they were filled with the warm glow of satisfaction and gratification of quenched passions. Together they rolled to their sides. Her legs locked behind him so that she could retain the still thick and hard presence of his cock within her.
She smiled at him, "Still set on making that trip?"
He nodded, returning her smile.
Her hips wiggled a little, rocking his prick around in the soft persistence of her clinging cunt, "We really could have an enjoyable weekend at the lake. You know, as they say, we could really make music together."
That was an understatement if he had ever heard one. Jo just didn't make music, she was a complete symphony. But he had made his decision. "I'm still going to the reunion."
"You really are stubborn, you know that, Sam?" her hips increased their gyrating undulations, bathing his cock in the liquid heat of her cuntal interior. "But if you're going to go, you're going to go and it seems there's not a damn thing I can do to prevent it."
He laughed as she once more tried her hurt, pouting expression, "Don't worry. It won't be for long, a week at the most."
"Hmmm! A week! That's a long time without the kind of music we make together," she smiled, that coy sparkle returning to her eyes. "Don't you think you should leave me with something to keep me satisfied until you return?"
His hips answered the question, slowly moving in and out of the tightness of her cunt. This time he would take a long time, slowly building up her desire until her body once more was caught in the exploding pleasures of climax.
"Yes," she moaned, snuggling close against him so that her tits tried to dig their stiff nipples into his flesh. "That's the music I want... play it again, Sam."
CHAPTER TWO
Slipping his foot from the accelerator Sam Coit downshifted as he wheeled his Porsche from the Interstate onto the access road, stopping as the two-lane intersected an even narrower farm-to-market road. A rectangular sign with a broad black arrow pointing to the right directed him five more miles down the winding country road to his final destination.
His hand flipped the turn signal, then immediately switched it off as his eyes were drawn down the access road to the flashing neon sign of a relatively new-appearing motel that announced the modern comforts of air conditioning, color television and a swimming pool. He smiled. Unless the old hometown's one and only hotel had completely undergone a remodeling during his absence, he had no desire to spend the weekend fighting off cockroaches after two long days on the road. Rationalizing away the daily inconvenience of the drive in and out of town in the name of comfort, he eased across the intersection and into the motel's parking lot.
The clerk behind the reception desk was a young girl fully engrossed in a rather battered copy of a confession magazine, while her mouth was equally occupied with an overly large cud of bubble gum. After three polite coughs and one rude ringing of the desk's bell, he finally managed to divert her gaze from the finger-smudged print. "A single for the weekend," he smiled in an attempt to be courteous, despite the girl's apparent natural abhorrence of politeness.
"No singles," she answered, her eyes once again straying to the magazine.
"Then a double," he returned, irritation creeping into his tone.
"No doubles," she replied, working the gum around in her mouth and dropping the magazine to her lap with a final resignation to the fact that she had a customer that had no intention of leaving until he received the service for which she was collecting her weekly check. "There's some type of reunion going on in a small town down the road a piece. They've got us all filled up except for the Presidential Suite."
Presidential Suite? The ridiculous became the absurd. Welcome back to the country, boy! He smiled to himself. He had been in the big city too long. He had forgotten how rural society attempts to imitate the questionable sophistication of urban dwellers.
"Is Gerry expected in this weekend?" he continued, refusing to let the matter drop.
"Huh?" she stared at him, not comprehending his meaning. His humor was completely lost on her.
"Gerry Ford, you know, the president whose suite is vacant at the moment," he went on. "If he's not expected to be using his room this weekend, I'd like it."
"Oh!" she answered, still unsure what he had said, but finally abandoning her chair and sliding a registration card and pen across the desk to him, waiting until he had filled it out and then dropping a key into his hand.
"Will you need a porter?" she asked as he turned to the door.
"No... " he stopped in mid-thought, remembering. "Is this county still dry?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "The nearest wet spot is about fifteen miles south of here, just across the county line."
"Then please send a porter around to my room," he smiled as he once more made his way toward the door.
Outside he glanced at the key: room 138. He grinned as an old joke that had been popular during his high school days came to mind�_"Tired of the same old sixty-nine? Then try one hundred and thirty-eight, it's twice the fun!
Sliding back into his car, he eased out of the driveway and found a vacant parking spot in front of his room. Inside, the "suite" was more than he had expected. There was a small living room containing a sofa and two chairs and the advertised color television. The bedroom was furnished with a king-size bed, while the small bath had one of those nifty bar-sized refrigerators tucked beneath the sink.
A knock came from the door. It was a shaggy-haired young man in a white frock-like coat and black pants, who announced he was "Billy Joe, the porter."
"What's the going rate for a case of cold beer and a fifth of good bourbon?" Sam asked.
His blindness apparently caught the young man completely off guard. His eyes nervously darted around under the uneven trim of his hair as if unsure what to answer. Sam reached into his hip pocket and produced his out-of-state driver's license and the reassurance for the porter that he was not some liquor control board officer out to make an easy bust of some enterprising young man who supplemented his income with a bit of bootlegging on the side.
"Fifteen should cover everything," Billy Joe smiled.
Handing him three fives from the wallet, Sam watched the young man go whistling around the corner of the building, only to return with a brown shopping bag containing four six packs and the requested fifth of bourbon before Sam managed to lug his suitcase in from the car.
"That's damn quick service," Sam smiled, accepting the bag and placing two of the six packs in the refrigerator. "I thought you'd have to make a drive to the county line."
"I keep a small supply in a janitor's closet," Billy Joe explained with a wide grin. "If a man gets the urge for a drink, he doesn't want to wait while I make a run. Besides it keeps down the business expenses."
The porter paused, then added, "If you need anything else, just ring the desk and ask for Billy Joe. They'll know what you want."
"I'll keep that in mind," Sam smiled.
"Sure you don't need anything for the night?" the young man questioned. "You've got enough beer for a little partying. Perhaps you'd like someone to help you drink it? You know, a female companion for the evening."
Sam's smile grew to an amused grin. Billy Joe was a shining star of entrepreneurism. Not only did he operate a quick-service bootlegging trade with little or no over head, but he apparently had the corner on the pimping concession as well.
"Think I'll pass tonight," Sam replied, watching the anticipatory dollar signs in Billy Joe's eyes fade. "But I'll keep you in mind if I should suddenly find I need something further."
"You do that," Billy Joe, bootlegger-pimp-porter, nodded with a wink as he left the room. "Just give the desk a ring."
Closing the door after the one-man business conglomerate, Sam pulled one of the cold beers from the bag and popped its top. In healthy gulps he drained away half the can, finishing it off in leisurely sips as he unpacked his suitcase and placed his clothes in the bedroom closet.
The drink did little except to remind him that eight hours had transpired since he stopped for lunch. Glancing around the room, he found a room-service menu on the nightstand beside the telephone. The fare was varied enough, but nothing seemed to strike his eye.
Besides, tonight was special. He was back in his old hometown and that called for home cooking. And just down the road was one of the best home-cooking restaurants he'd ever found. The short drive would also give him a chance to give his old stomping ground the once-over.
Carefully locking his room behind him, just in case Billy Joe's illegal activities ran along the line of burglary, Sam once more climbed into his Porsche and wheeled onto the farm-to-market road and headed toward town.
In a matter of minutes, he found himself in a world that could have come from ten years out of his past. The old town was virtually unchanged. He drove by a road side hamburger joint bearing the name Bo's Hamburger Heaven, noting the several cars that moved in an endless circle around the drive-in. The drivers and their passengers were all male, their eyes hungrily perusing the customers inside, who were all young and female.
The scene was familiar. He knew it all too well, having spent more than one evening as a kid cruising around the same drive-in with the vain hope of picking up a piece of ass. However the normal outcome of such an evening was an empty tank of gas and a lot of big talk about what would occur should one of those sweet young things ever find their way into the backseat of the car.
Smiling, he turned at the town's only stop light, heading for the core of the hamlet, which consisted of several businesses built on a square that surrounded the county courthouse. He passed the hallowed halls of his old high school, not surprised to find that the only change was the addition of a new football field.
Football apparently remained the main activity of small town schools. It was a sport that meant the possibility of college scholarships and a dream of making it to the big time as a pro player. A dream that somehow always seemed to elude the grasp of the majority of most high school superstars.
He eased around the town square, noting the familiar buildings that had stood there ten years ago. Here and there new names were on store fronts, but nothing had really changed.
He found his objective, Crane's Cafe, on the east side of the square. Inside it was deserted except for an attractive red-haired waitress who was busily arranging glasses on a tray. She looked up and smiled as he entered and seated himself at the counter.
"I'd offer you a menu," she said, "but it's almost closing time and I doubt that I can get the cook to fix up anything more than a hamburger or a cold sandwich."
So much for home cooking, he grimaced silently as he went ahead and ordered, "A hamburger will be fine. And a cup of coffee with a piece of pecan pie, if you happen to have any."
"Got it," she nodded, her eyes carefully studying him as she jotted down his order. "Have it all here in a couple of minutes."
Again she smiled, her eyes lingering, not so much in flirtation, but as if she recognized him. He glanced at the black and white name tag pinned to the collar of her uniform�_"EVELYN. He tried to place her in his own memories, but could find no Evelyn that he had ever known, though he would have been glad to get to know this one better.
"That'll be fine," he nodded, taking the opportunity to do some over-the-counter studying of his own as she walked away and returned with the coffee and pie. Framed by short hair styled in a girlish flip at the ends was a very attractive face. While he could have never described her as beautiful, she definitely was able to hold his attention. She had deep green eyes that held his gaze for several seconds, almost causing him to overlook her full sensual mouth. There were a few freckles sprinkled on her cheeks, but they only enhanced her girlish attractiveness rather than detracting from it.
Her regulation white uniform did nothing to stir the imagination. However, her legs more than made up for it. They were long, coltish legs with slim and shapely gentle slopes that invited a man's eyes up along their smooth curves to discover the hidden pleasures of their junction.
Interesting, very interesting, he mused, allowing his eyes to rove along the supple lines of those long legs one more time before he turned to his coffee. He sipped slowly, nursing the cup until his hamburger arrived.
He ate slowly, aware of Evelyn's sideways glances and her expression of uncertain recognition. Again he searched his memories, but was unable to find an Evelyn there.
Eventually, the young woman's curiosity won out and she came back to his position at the counter, "I'm sorry to bother you, but ever since you walked in that door, I've had the feeling we've met before."
"That's supposed to be my line," he grinned up to her.
She smiled, but went on, "It's just occurred to me who you are. You're Tom Coit. I doubt if you remember me, but I'm Evelyn Traggston."
"Sorry, you've got the wrong Coit," he answered. "But I'd be glad to take Tom's place. I'm Sam Coit, Tom's older brother."
"Oh?" there was a touch of disappointment in her voice, then she laughed. "I guess you probably don't remember me, either."
He did, but she was a far cry from the tomboyish little girl who use to follow his brother around hoping that he would notice her. Things had changed around the old town and Evelyn was definitely a change for the better. Tough luck, Tom, he mentally checked off his brother's loss.
The conversation was easy from that point, like old friends meeting after a long separation, although neither of them had ever been friends. But then, he saw no reason why a friendship couldn't blossom now.
There was the usual small talk, a brief exchange of life histories and question about families. But he brought forth a more than interested reaction from the young redhead when he revealed he was unmarried.
"The only thing I don't understand is why you've come back here," Evelyn said. "Your family moved away eight years ago."
"High school reunion and I just wanted to see the old town again," he explained. "I'm staying at a motel out by the Interstate."
"The Caravan?" she questioned and was answered by a nod. She paused a minute as if unsure of herself, "Look, I get off in about thirty minutes. There's no reason why you should be alone your first night back in town. Why don't you come over to my place for a drink?"
"That sounds like one hell of a nice offer," he grinned. "And I'll take you up on it as soon as I have a chance to get myself cleaned up."
"Good," she smiled. "The address is 706 Sky Street."
"Give me an hour and I'll be there," he answered, paying his tab and leaving the cafe.
Back at the motel, he hastily stripped, then stepped into the shower, letting the full force of the water jets massage away the stiffness of his two-day drive. A hot shave and he felt like a new man in a matter of minutes.
From the refrigerator he retrieved another beer and took a deep swig, then walked to the closet, selecting a pair of double-knit slacks and a fresh shirt. His thoughts of the possibilities that could present themselves with long-legged Evelyn that night were interrupted by a knock at the door.
Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked into the living room, opened the door a few inches and peered out.
"Hi! Mind if we come in?"
It was Evelyn. And standing at her side was a blonde girl he had never laid eyes on before in his life.
"Sure," he smiled, opening the door to them. "That is, if you're not shocked by half-naked men. But hey, wasn't I going to your place?"
Evelyn returned his smile, her eyes drifting to the towel around his waist, letting him know there were no objections to his informal attire. The blonde giggled rather nervously, aware that she was an intruder.
The blonde was far from being an unattractive woman and her attributes were more than obvious. She was the type of woman a second story man dreams of being marooned with on a desert island. Stacked was his quite appropriate description of her double-barreled forty-fives. They were easily that if they were an inch.
"You were, but I started thinking about it. This is still a small town and there's no reason for giving the gossips any more fuel for their rumors," Evelyn answered, a strange little smile forming on both the women's lips at the last statement. "By the way, Sam, this is my roommate, Linda. I thought she was going to be out tonight, but her date was sick. I hope you don't mind. I didn't want to leave her sitting around the house moping."
A chaperone? He was confused. Why else would she have brought a friend along?
"We even brought along our own bottle," Evelyn said, holding up a fifth of bourbon. "Thought we might have a party."
"Sounds great," he smiled. It didn't, but then it beat the prospect of spending the remainder of the evening watching the television. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll get into some clothes."
"Ohhhh! You really don't have to change, do you?" It was super-stacked Linda. "I like you the way you are. Half-naked men are sexy!"
His confusion grew. Apparently they were out to see if they could embarrass him. It wouldn't work.
"No reason to change at all," he grinned. "I'm quite comfortable and if you don't mind, then I'll stay this way."
"Well, I mind," Evelyn answered. "It's not fair. Why should you be so relaxed when we're dressed like this?" Actually they were dressed quite casually in slacks and blouses, but he was willing to play their game to the end, "There's more towels in the bathroom if you'd care to join me."
The redhead smiled as he sat back on the sofa, "Linda, why don't we mix some drinks and get this party started? Are the glasses in the bathroom?"
He nodded and watched as the two women walked from the room. There were some muffled whispers and chuckles. Then Evelyn returned carrying two bourbons-and-water. But his eyes were riveted to the new attire she wore. She had shed her clothes in favor of a bath towel, as he had suggested.
He knew his face was covered in some stupid expression of complete surprise, but the red-haired beauty didn't seem to mind, as his eyes drifted over the scanty towel that was tucked together under one of her arms, revealing a long open strip of tantalizing flesh running down her side. His eyes were allowed a titillating glimpse of the rounded bulge of a small breast and the emphatic slope of a buttock. The bottom of the white towel barely covered her crotch, making those deliriously long, slender legs appear twice as long as they were. He somehow managed to take the drink she proffered, while keeping his gaze locked on the enticing portrait she presented for his feasting eyes.
"Linda will be out in a moment," she smiled, obviously pleased with the effects she was having on him. "She's in the bathroom changing, but she's probably having difficulties. I took the last bath towel."
He laughed, "Somehow, I get the feeling that you two girls have come here to seduce an innocent traveler."
"That's what you planned to try with me, isn't it?" her coy smile widened.
"The thought had crossed my mind," he nodded.
"Then all I did was turn the tables," she sipped at her drink. "How do you like being the seductee, rather than the seducer?"
"I like the way you think. But what about Linda?"
"She agrees with me, or she wouldn't be in there changing."
"My god!" he laughed. "I'm the object of a female gang-bang!"
It was her turn to chuckle, "I guess so. You've got only one course of action... relax and enjoy it!"
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, placing his drink on an end table and opening his arms to her. His crotch was doing all sorts of wild gymnastics at the proposal that had just been handed him on a silver platter.
But before the redhead could move to him, Linda's voice broke in, "Hey! I've been shortchanged!"
The blonde stood in the doorway holding a hand towel before her. The small piece of cloth, while covering the tremendous bulges of her tits, did nothing to hide the light brown fur bushed over her pubis. She stood there, her pussy exposed to man and woman, grinning ear to ear.
"Well, so much for clothes," she announced, tossing the small towel to the floor. "I guess we might as well get down to the real nitty-gritty!"
"Agreed," he heard Evelyn say somewhere in the back of his mind, as his full attention was devoted to the naked blonde that casually strolled across the room toward him. Her flaring hips swayed in an exaggerated motion, while pendulously dancing on her chest were two watermelon-sized tits, white, smooth and soft-looking. Each fleshy pillow was topped by a red-brown nipple and matching aurora. The very titsy blonde smiled hungrily as her eyes met his.
"Damn! Super-jugs Linda does it again!" Evelyn pouted, drawing his attention back to her. "I hope you're not one of those men who are prejudiced against women with small breasts."
"Not at all," he answered the redhead, who also had disposed of her towel and stood completely naked before him.
Small, rounded like overly plump apples, her breasts pushed out from her chest in a slightly uptilted angle. The fleshy peaks of her nipples had already stiffened with arousal.
His eyes were also treated to the alluring view of her unveiled legs. Sleek and supple, they ran upward, eventually leading his gaze to the soft muff of her cunt. Auburn in color, her bush was neatly rimmed to a perfect triangle. The cleft of her vulva was discernible through the silk-like strands.
Two women and one man. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle the provocative situation. Although he was willing to give it his best!
It was a problem neither gave him time to ponder as they both bounced to the couch and dropped to either side of him.
"Every woman for herself!" he heard the super-jugged blonde, as Evelyn had labeled her, call out. Then there was squeal of delight and a flurry of woman-flesh descended on him.
Evelyn's mouth covered his and someone jerked the towel away from his waist, exposing the rigid length of cock he sported. As that twisting and turning oral probe drilled enthusiastically toward his tonsils, a hand gently gripped his prick and eased up and down its firmness. He moaned as another hand encircled his balls and teasingly squeezed.
His own hands were abreast, as it were, of the situation. In the right was Linda's melon-sized pillow of so squeezable tit. Kneading his fingers into the marshmallowy ball of flesh, he worked her mammoth mammary like a ball of dough, squeezing and fondling and tugging and rolling it on her chest. Muffled sighs of pleasure came in answer to the arousal he ignited within the blonde.
Meanwhile the fingers of his left hand softly titillated the equally delightful roundness of Evelyn's perfectly shaped breast. Circling, his fingertips fully explored the sleek smoothness of the high-perched orb, eventually finding and pressing the firm little mushroom topping her breast.
The sensations were fantastic! Two tits so wonderfully different and so provocative�_"to be able to process them at the same time! The experience was unbelievable!
The flicking and darting tongue that filled his mouth slowly withdrew and the red-haired waitress eased away from him, her green eyes glowing with an emerald fire of desire. Her movement revealed the reason why the blonde's moans had been muffled. While his hand busied Evelyn's left tit, Linda's mouth occupied the other.
Fire leaping through his groin, he watched as the woman's pink tongue traced moist circles around the dark bud of the slim woman's nipple. The tender treatment sent quivering thrills of pleasure racing through the redhead. She moaned and arched her chest to the hungry feminine mouth that opened to devour her flesh.
The blonde's cheeks sank inward as she sucked at the womanly morsel. One of her hands slid up the girl's side and cupped under her delicate breast, squeezing it with decided relish. The pink titflesh turned white under the firm pressure of her fingers.
It suddenly dawned on him that neither Evelyn nor Linda were new to this game. He wondered how many other men had been treated to this fascinating duo with their AC-DC needs. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered was that they were here with him now.
The blonde abruptly relinquished her oral hold on the other woman's breast and raised her head, smiling at him. The redhead's eyes fluttered open, misted with pleasure as she glanced at her roommate and then at him.
"Does it bother you? I mean, Evelyn and me?" Linda questioned, unsure of his reaction to their woman-to-woman sex. "Some men are turned off by it."
"Do I feel like I'm turned off?" he asked, her hand squeezing around his swollen pole of cock and a smile upturning her lips in answer. "However, it does bother me that I've got two sexy women in my arms and we're all cramped up on this sofa while there's a perfectly good king-size bed going unused in the bedroom!"
"I think the man just said he wants to get us in his bed!" the fiery-haired beauty on his right grinned "What do you think we ought to do about that?"
"I think we ought to take him up on the offer!" Linda smiled.
There was a sudden flurry of naked flesh as the two women and one man made a hasty adjournment to the bedroom and flounced down on the over-sized bed.
Again he found himself covered with willing and ready woman, or two women as the case was. This time, Linda's mouth covered his, opening for the probing explorations of his tongue. Rolling to his back, he pulled her atop him, the pendulous cushions of her tits crushed against his chest.
He felt softly demanding hands working between his legs, spreading them wide. It was the slimly built waitress, opening both their thighs. For several fantastic minutes, her hands taunted his balls and prick, while alternating with fleeting strokes over the knoll of the blonde's cunt.
He felt another mouth on him, firmly connected to his cock. Her lust growing, the redhead's lips opened and accepted the turgid length of his sex into the sweet haven of her mouth. She licked and sucked at him, filling her face with the swollen mass of his prick. Up and down her head bobbed as she impaled herself on his lance of lust.
Suddenly her mouth abandoned the stiff rod of his need and she pressed her lips to the upturned slit of the blonde's cunt. Gently, but with fervid eagerness, her tongue tickled along the tremulous groove of the other woman's outer labia, tasting the feminine juices that flowed from her vagina.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" the blonde groaned, pulling her mouth from his. "God! That's it! That's it!"
The red-haired girl's cunt lapping increased as her artful oral digit reamed into the pink-lipped slash of the other woman's vulva and drilled into her cuntal channel, swirling around in the aroused fluids of her body.
With the same suddenness with which she had left his prick, Evelyn pulled away from the pussy she was eating. Her hand pulled at his cock once again. She swallowed up the lust-laden spike of his sex. Her mouth immediately resumed its ardent sucking and licking, while her fingers toyed and teased at the blonde's hot hole.
Reaching down, he found one of Evelyn's legs and tugged her around toward him, exposing the moist cleft of her own loins. He slid a hand down the sleek suppleness of the interior of her thighs, his fingers firmly closing around the rise of her cunt.
The action was like electricity. Pleasure coursed through the young woman's body. The reaction was immediately felt on his cock and in the blonde's pussy, as the waitress's mouth and fingers vigorously expressed their appreciation of his actions.
Encompassing the mound of her need in his palm, he squeezed and rubbed it. The flow of her excitement oozed wetly into his fingers. She moaned around the thick tube of manmeat stuffing her face.
Tickling a finger into the juicy tunnel of her pussy, he finger-fucked her in tempo with the up and down motion of her mouth wrapped around his shaft. His thumb sought and found the extended nubbin of her clitoris and lasciviously rolled the tender button back and forth.
Her head jerked off his cock and she groaned in protest, "Nooooo! Not with your fingers! We came for this!"
Her hand tightened determinedly around his cock to make sure he knew what she wanted.
He grinned, glancing at the blonde laying half on and half off him. She nodded in agreement. They had come for the one thing their woman-to-woman relationship could not provide�_"cock!
He was ready and willing to see that they got exactly what they wanted!
But, as he had already stated to Evelyn, there was only one major problem separating them from the fulfillment of their needs. He was only one man and they were two women. He either had to fuck Evelyn while Linda watched or waited in the other room, or vice versa. There was just no way one cock could fill two prick-hungry pussy's at the same time.
Or was there?
They were admitted lovers and there should be no objections to the plan he had in mind.
"Evelyn, get that pretty little ass of yours up here and lie on your back," he ordered.
She looked up at him, puzzled. But she complied, her small apple-like breasts bobbing delightfully on her chest as she scooted around and stretched out on her back. Her long, shapely legs involuntarily opened to give him and her roommate an unobstructed view of her slightly pouting cunt.
"Now, Linda, straddle her on your hands and knees," he told the blonde.
"But we want cock not...
"That's exactly what you're going to get... if you'll do as I say," he interrupted. "Besides, I like you two together. It's sexy as hell!"
Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, as she scurried to meet his request. Her pendulous tits hung heavily from her chest, swaying gently. The two women's nipples brushed lightly against each other, sending shimmering waves of goose-flesh over their bodies. There was no doubt these two chick grooved on each other. A fact he planned to put to full use.
With Linda in place with a knee firmly planted to each side of Evelyn's outstretched body, he moved to the foot of the bed and crawled behind the kneeling blonde.
From his vantage point, the view he was presented with was one that erotic photographers would be willing to pay a small bundle just to snap one picture. Besides the inviting touch of their breasts, his eyes now hungrily devoured the sleek oval cheeks of the blonde's most womanly ass and the wet, open lips of the red-head's cunt It was a sight that he would never forget. Two women ready and waiting to be taken�_"to be taken by him!
Moving into the open invitation of Evelyn's legs, he positioned himself behind the super-jugged blonde, allowing one hand to lovingly rove over the milk white mounds of her ass cheeks, which jutted into the air like over-ripe melons just right for the picking. His other hand ran under the kneeling woman's spread thighs and once more squeezed down around the pulsing knoll of the waitress's cunt.
Both women moaned softly, an excited chorus of desire that set his erect cock to jerking and twitching stiffly. Abandoning Evelyn for a moment, he reached out and grasped Linda's hips. She shivered, an urgent moan rolling from her throat. Her ass waggled at him, fully exposing the dew-like dampness of her hungry slit.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Give me that big cock of yours!" she moaned.
He could even hear Evelyn whimpering softly below, excited by the fact that her lover was about to get fucked while she kneeled above her supine and equally wanton body.
From behind, his hips lashed inward in one mighty surge. He slammed himself into her. Burying his prick to the hilt, he ground his pelvis into the smooth pads of her hindcheeks.
She was wet. His cock slithered into the slippery depths of her cuntal cleft with no resistance. Her pussy clutched around him, enveloping his length in sexual warmth.
"Ah... ahh... mmmmmmmmmm," she gasped-sighed, as his pole anchored itself into the silken interior of her cunt.
"Now," she whispered so that both the women could hear. "I'm going to give this tight pussy of yours exactly what it wants!"
Firmly holding her hips, he wrenched out of her vagina and slammed back again. Hard and fast, he jack-hammered into the downward-turned channel of her sex. Deep and long, his throbbing rod poled relentlessly into her, feeding the growing fires of passion that flared in her loins.
Her body jerked and shook involuntarily under the impacts of his thrusts. Her legs and arms quivered as each pounding plunge filled her with the bigness of his swollen prong.
Evelyn's hands were suddenly there, playing with his balls and politely toying with the blonde's clit. He moaned with surprise and pleasure. The action was unexpected, but exactly what Linda needed. However, he found himself mentally going over the multiplication tables to keep from blowing the growing ball of need that burned in his groin.
Violently he jammed forward, sinking the full column of his cock into the blonde's sluice-like cunt. The knobby crown of his prick banged at her cervix. She groaned as the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain blasted through her body. Her arms and legs turned to water and she collapsed. His cock slipped from the juice-filled tunnel of her pussy as he toppled down onto her back.
"Nooooooo!" the blonde moaned.
Evelyn grunted under the weight of their combined bodies. Then she moaned as his cockshead found the splayed lips of her vulva and rammed forward.
This wasn't exactly what he had planned. He had hoped to bring Linda off before entering the redhead. But he wasn't complaining, as Evelyn concentrated on squeezing the tight muscles of her cuntal walls around the pulsating stalk of cock implanted in her pussy.
With the big-breasted blonde sandwiched between them, he humped and pumped. His shaft poled deeply into the new sheath of spongy cunt surrounding it.
"That's it! Fuck! It feels so damn good!" a voice groaned from the bottom of the pile of bodies.
It did! There was no doubt about that. Even if Linda's sleek asscheeks prevented him from attaining the full penetration he desired, it still felt good. Damn good!
Up and down, his ass jerked, driving his cock into the deliciously hot hole of the wanton waitress. Even though he rode atop the blonde's back, he could feel and hear her aroused thrashing beneath him.
"Wait! Please! Don't!" the red-haired woman pleaded.
But it was too late. He had already done it. He jerked free of her body and once more slithered into the heated innermost core of Linda's cunt. The blonde came alive. Her ass jerked and swished around with each pumping stroke of his loins.
"Oh, baby!" she groaned.
But once again, he jerked free of her slippery love channel, lowered his arm a bit and sent himself shooting into the throbbing quim of the woman below them.
The sensation of taking two women at the same time had him in a daze. His mind reeled under the erotic impact of the situation. If it was having half the effect on them that it was on him, they would be soaring to the destination he worked so hard to attain in a matter of seconds.
Out he pulled, hiking his hips and slamming into the upper-level pussy. He filled Linda once more with the hot piston of his cock. She groaned, rocking with growing need. Her cunt gripped and squeezed at him in desperation.
"Close!" she grunted, as her ass bucked and hunched into his pelvis. "Close!"
She was. With a few more stiff, hard thrusts, she came, squealing out her full delight in the orgasmic bliss filling her body. She thrashed and hugged the woman below her as her body released the tidal waves of ultimate pleasure.
He now directed his full attention to the auburn-fleeced cunt that still ached for the satisfaction of the cock it had come to his motel room to get. Drilling deep into the juice-slickened haven of Evelyn's pussy, he packed every inch he could into the crimson cleft of her belly. She writhed and hunched up to accept his meaty offering. In and out, he hammering into her body, giving her all he could while her senses were heightened by the passionate thrashings of her roommate.
As with super-jugged Linda, it didn't take all that much more to bring her off. As the redhead cried out the fiery pleasure of her released lust, he allowed himself to drop the control he had exerted over his testicles.
Filled with the satisfaction of having managed to give two women exactly what they wanted, he came. His lust and desire spurted free in a hot rush that quickly filled the tight, contracting channel of the waitress's cunt.
Shaking and quivering from the force of his release, he just managed to ease himself from the red-haired young woman and lift his cock into Linda's still throbbing pussy, where he deposited the last few drops of his emptying balls.
Together, two women and one man, they lay, one atop the other, satisfied and exhausted.
CHAPTER THREE
Friday morning. The thought somehow penetrated his sleep-fuzzed mind. Forcing his lead-weighted eyes open, he glanced around the motel room, remembering with a satisfied smile; a smile that grew as he rolled over and discovered Evelyn and her sexy roommate still in his bed.
The two women were cuddled together like spoons, as they slept. While they had shown a definite affinity for male sexual activity last night, the two were set in their life of lesbianism. He didn't mind. They had shared one night with him and whether or not he ever found himself lucky enough to be in the same position again, the fantastic homecoming they had provided was an event he would never forget. A deep, fulfilled satisfaction suffused warmly through him again.
He shifted in the bed, his head spinning a little from the residual effects of a long evening of non-stop sett and far too much booze atop a night of very little sleep. His gaze drifted across the room to a travel clock sitting on the dresser. It was 7 a.m. Again he smiled, thinking, It must be the country air. He normally awoke at ten or so. In fact, he couldn't remember waking up at seven since he left his father's farm.
He toyed with the idea of pulling the pillow over his head and sinking back to sleep, but the determined aching of his kidneys refused to be ignored. Again, one of the residual effects of four or five too many bourbons-and-water the night before.
Moving as quietly as he could, he slipped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. His cock, rigid and hard, wagged like a stiff flagpole as he moved. An erection that had nothing to do with the need for sex, but the need to relieve the demands of his over-loaded bladder. Which is exactly what he did, feeling what must have been a hundred pounds of pressure give way from his back.
He hadn't heard anyone moving in the bedroom, but he was suddenly aware that he was being watched. He glanced to his side and found Linda standing at the door to the bathroom, fully engrossed in watching him piss.
The blonde's pale blue eyes briefly jumped from his stiff cock to his eyes and she smiled, then lowered her gaze back to his sex, as he shook away the last few drops.
"I wouldn't have believed you'd been able to get it up again for a week after last night," she murmured in amazement. "Evelyn and I thought we'd drained you."
He was about to explain the mechanics of a piss-hard, but the heavy-titted woman stepped into the room and reached out, petting the hardness of his shaft. Her touch was unexpected. His knees quivered slightly as his testicles jumped around in anticipation, something he thought had been drained from them last night.
Her eyes rose to his again, bright with an impish light. She moved closer, her hands relinquishing his prick and slowly sliding along his thighs to his hips, edging him around to her.
The red-brown pinnacles of her tremendous breasts brushed through the hairs of his chest and she shivered, "You like 'em, don't you? My knockers, that is."
The term was one he particularly didn't care for, but her breasts were hers and she could call them anything she wanted. And he did like them.
They're marvelous," he smiled, letting his hands reach up and cup each of the weighty globes of mammary flesh, which set off waves of shivery tingles through her body. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."
"Evelyn likes them too," she sighed as his fingers slightly pressured into her tits. "She likes to suck and fondle them. When we first became lovers, I liked it and it felt good. But now she knows how to get me off just by playing with my knockers."
He smiled. He had just been handed a challenge if he had ever heard one. And this was one challenge he had no objections to accepting.
"And you'd like to see what it would be like for a man to do the same thing to you?" he whispered.
She nodded, "Most men just like to get their hands on them and squeeze and play. They really don't understand I've got a need too. But last night, you seemed to be different. You cared about Evelyn and me getting off."
He didn't allow her to comment further. Instead, he simply tugged slightly at the two fleshy handles he held and pulled her to him. His mouth covered hers, his tongue darting deeply toward her throat as her lips opened to him.
She melted against him, her nakedness quickly transforming the hardness of his cock to an erection of desire. The supple roundness of those sensitive tits mashed into his chest, flattening warmly.
But there was more than just lust and excitement coursing through him. He suddenly realized that this sexy blonde had been the victim of too many men who cared more for getting their rocks off than they did for satisfying a woman, too many lovers that still believed in the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am approach to sex, too many hop-on-hop-off techniques of men who still held the belief that sex was dirty.
He wondered about the redhead still asleep on his bed in the other room. Had she found the same frustration in her experiences with other men? If so, it was damn easy to understand why two women with such obvious sexual appetites had decided to take women as lovers.
He had none of these hangups. At the moment he was intent on proving to her that she was in the arms of a man who had learned there was more to that word than just happening to be born with the correct equipment for the task.
Slowly letting his tongue slither from the heated sweetness of her mouth, he accepted the flicking oral probes of her own explorations. Meanwhile, his hands began to give those fantastic tits of hers the attention they wanted and needed and deserved.
Gently, with loving tenderness, he slowly fondled the bulging circumferences of those two mountainous breasts. His fingers and palms lightly caressed the summery, sexual warmth of her milk-white flesh. Her tongue drilled and swirled around in his mouth doing a wild dance of appreciation.
Then in an abrupt change of techniques, his fingers roughly dug into the almost flaccid texture of her desire-laden tits. Her reaction was just as sudden and filled with lustful pleasure. Her head jerked away from him, breaking the oral intimacy of their kiss. She moaned, her lips writhing out the deep want his hands were creating. Her eyes fluttered closed, then managed to open and gaze at him with that misted look of need.
He grinned, kneading his hands harder into the twin pillows of sensitive flesh, reveling in the hot thrills he was setting off in her body. She felt exquisite, as the pliant, moldable skin squelched up between his fingers. If she was digging this rough treatment, he was addicted to it. He didn't just like the plump heaviness of her tits, he loved it. There were the type of opulently large breasts that brought out the second-story man even in a man that normally preferred a woman with smaller tits.
"Uhmmmmmm," she sighed, her body swaying rhythmically to the squeezing grasps of his hands. A motion that teasingly brushed the bludgeoning rigid length of his cock against the soft fur of her pubic knoll, sending all sorts of hot flickering sensation racing through his loins.
Again he changed his approach to the situation. Roughly gripping the twin globes, he tugged at them, pulling them downward and releasing them and watching as their resilient forms juggled back to their original melon-like shapes. Like a kid turned loose with a new toy, he played, pushing them upward and delighting as they jostled once again to their shapely roundness. He squeezed them together, mashing their elastic-like forms between his palms.
Her moans and sighs were rippling from her lips in a continuous stream now. Her head rolled on her shoulders as she abandoned herself to the rising tide of sensations he taunted from her billowy breasts.
"Oh, baby! You're good! That's where it's at! You've got the magic in your fingers!" she urged him on.
The magic that was in his hands came in the form of her marvelous tits. There was no stopping him now. He was moving her toward the destination she wanted and the rush of excitement that fills a man when he's about to provide the sexual fulfillment a woman desires was racing helter-skelter through him.
In one quick motion, his head dropped to her chest, his wide opened mouth homing in on one of the red nosecones topping her tits. He swallowed the stiff, lust-hardened nipple, capturing it in his mouth. His tongue lashed and whipped at the aroused bud, while his hands doubled their kneading and squeezing and tugging and rolling.
She groaned under the tremors unleashed by his manual and oral attack on her desire-filled breasts. Her body rocked and swayed as the sensations his tongue and hands created raced down along the network of her white-hot nerves to the burning core of passion that culminated in her groin.
His head now moved to the other crest of her tits, sucking and licking, driving her toward the brink of orgasm. She groaned, her back arching a bit, forcing him to take as much of her breast as he could. Her body quaked with exploding pleasure as she came, squealing out the full delight of her release.
Her knees gave way beneath her and she fell, his hands barely abandoning her tits in time to catch her before she painfully slammed her shins into the bathroom tiles. He held her there for a moment, as she shook and quivered with the ecstasy that raced through her body. Then he allowed her to slowly sink to her knees.
Pleasure-glazed, her eyes eventually rolled up to him, a wide grin of delight on her lips, "I knew you would do it! I just knew!"
He had no particular reply in mind, but he replied anyway in a low, aroused groan. She reached up and grasped the thick pole of his cock and squeezed its swollen circumference with determined lust. Her grin widened, as that impish sparkle returned to her eyes.
"I bet this beautiful cock of yours would like a thank-you kiss," she whispered.
Again, before he could answer, her lips puckered and firmly pressed against the plum-like crown of his prick. His own knees quivered, his stance visibly shaken by her provocative action.
"I was right!" she gleefully grinned up at him, obviously reveling in his admiring gaze.
Her eyes dropped back to the stiff rod of his sex, which glistened with the preseminal juices brought forth as her pussy rubbed against it. Her amused, smiling lips parted a little, allowing him to glimpse the pinkness of her flickering tongue before her head tilted down again. He moaned softly as those full luscious lips kissed at his cock's head. Her tongue swirled and twirled around the sensitive arrowhead-shaped knob of his glands.
When her head eased back, his prick crown still glistened, no longer from his own fluids, but with her saliva. Throbbing and pulsing, he jerked in her hand, alive with the lust and want her mouth was stirring in his groin.
Her mouth returned to his cock, this time gently kissing up and down the turgid rod. Simultaneously, her left hand cupped his scrotum, tenderly caressing the dangling bag containing his testicles. He moaned, the fires of desire flaming higher and higher.
As if testing out the size of his balls, her fingers played, nudged and squeezed at their kidney-shaped hardness. Her teasing wasn't enough to cause pain, but it did send his rocks shooting around in his sac, as well as sending all sorts of sensations shooting around in his loins.
Her tongue, moist and soft, joined her lips as she knelt at his feet in slavish servility. Luxurious was the only word to describe the fantastic feel of her oral digit tauntingly dancing down the unbending length of his shaft She tickled at the thick hair bushed around its base, then she pulled back, licking her way to the crown of his prodder.
Around and around, her flying tongue washed the pulsating surface of his hypersensitive glands. She delighted in the sexual friction she created on the fruit-like head of his cock. She licked and kissed, sucking away the fresh droplets of his excitement.
Her hands eased the rigid length of his cock upward, exposing its veined underside. Flicking and brushing in lust-igniting strokes, she laved down, then up, then down, then up again. Over and over, she licked at him, bathing every thick inch of his prick in oral delight.
And when she was satisfied that she had paid sufficient attention to his lancing manhood, she diverted herself with his balls. Pleasure shuddered through his body as that soft, wet tongue cajolingly tapped at his rock filled sac. He groaned with deep-throated satisfaction. Her oral tactics were unbelievable. The tingling electricity she awakened within him was indescribable.
Loving devotion to her task seemed to be her prime motivation as she went about sating the man that had given her what she had wanted. Tenderly, so very tenderly, her tongue tip probed at the hardness of his testicles. Her soft flourishes only increased as his moans announced his mounting lust.
Then she laved her curling tongue around his ball bag, lavishing her oral caresses on him, occasionally letting her tongue dart to the sensitive area of his scrotum to tickle and taunt for a few brief moments.
Her next action literally left him gasping. Opening her mouth widely, she took his balls into the sweet moistness of her face. Letting them dangle there for a few seconds to allow him to accustom himself to the fantastic sensation, she then began to suck. It was a gentle suction, just enough to let him know that she was there. She was using her lips and tongue to worship the lust-laden jewels of his manhood.
He was overloaded with the blazing need of his desire. He groaned and quivered under the marvelous feel of her mouth. It was more than a man could take for more than a few moments. He reached down and gently pulled her from his scrotum. His ball bag slid from her mouth, feeling cool and wonderful as it swayed in the open air.
Her eyes were now flaming with delight. She was fully aware of the need she was fanning in his loins. She realized the slow torturing effects of her teasing and reveled in the pleasure she was giving him.
Pleasures she had only started to give.
Once again, her head tilted toward the upturned length of his cock. Her mouth opened and she lightly bit at the swollen pole of his dick. She nibbled, like a dog with a bone. Then she slightly pulled him down and nibbled her way back and forth along the top side of his prod. And when she had completed the lusty circuit, she licked and laved as if she were trying to bathe away any pain she might have unintentionally caused.
She pulled away, her eyes glancing up to his face and the pleased smile on his lips. Her expression was that of some predatory feline, as if telling him to prepare himself for what was to come next.
He was prepared and primed. She had kissed and licked and laved and teased and taunted and nibbled to her heart's content. Now she was ready to give him what all the careful preliminary titilation had been about.
Slowly, her head once more moved forward. The full, luscious lips of her mouth puckered, forming a lewd ring of lust. Her mouth opened to accept the meaty, swollen mass of his cock. Her lips pouted over the pulsing knob of his glands. Down her head slid, allowing him to travel over the velvet carpet of her tongue. Down she continued taking him into her face one inch at a time.
He watched with amazement. Her cheeks filled with the ponderous column of his prick. But still her misty blonde hair edged down, ever downward.
He groaned as the bulging crown of his shaft nudged at the back of her throat. Even then, her sliding lips didn't stop. She sucked her breath in deeply through her flaring nostrils and moved on down his rail of bone-hard cock. He felt himself edge into the depths of her throat, as she swallowed up every inch of his fleshy sword.
Her lips planted in a firm white ring around the base of his prick, she rolled her eyes up to him. Her oral capacity was fantastic and she was fully aware of her unusual talents. Gently, his hands caressed the sides of her face in appreciation.
With the same slowness, she eased off his rod, allowing him to watch each glistening inch emerge from behind her lips. He could feel his cock moving within her mouth, as his fingers pressed against her cheeks.
Her upward course stopped as she once again reached the turgid head of his throbbing shaft. Her tongue teased in a flurry of lashing flourishes. Then her head suddenly dropped in one smooth graceful motion. What she had demonstrated just a few seconds ago was abruptly repeated. Only this time it was so rapid that he didn't realize what had happened until he felt her lips pressed around the root of his stalk of manmeat.
With the same swift friction-creating motion, she jerked back, her cheeks sinking in deeply as she sucked with all her might. Then she dropped back down the swollen column of his cock, taking him into the depths of her throat. She wasn't just sucking him off! She was impaling herself on his prick. She was fucking her face, orally raping herself!
His hips jerked and twitched, caught in the rhythm of her fantastic and unbelievable actions. If his balls had been burning before, they were now one seething mass of white-hot lava about to erupt.
Up and down her head jerked, sucking his cock in and out of the humid haven of her mouth. His hips bucked and hunched into her face. She accepted him, swallowing up the ponderous length of cock he offered.
There was no stopping now. He was on a sky-rocketing course of pleasure. Churning and boiling, his testicles unleashed the fiery load they carried. In a hot knot of lust, it pushed its way up through the tiny channel of his cock and exploded from the slitted mouth of his glands.
Her head jerked back so that only the pounding crown of his prick remained within the tight sheath of her lips. Blast after blast of hot sexual cream jetted into her mouth, splattering and coating. She swallowed, gulping down the fountains of his come. Her throat bobbed and her cheeks sunk inward as she drank away each spurt of his release. And then she sucked, milking him for any of the oozing fluids that might remain within his cock.
The wonders of her mouth were fantastic. But there is a point where pleasure crosses into the area of pain. He was rapidly approaching that point. Somehow, he managed to stagger back and still maintain his balance, as his own knees threatened to provide a repeat performance of the blonde's collapse.
Standing there, he smiled down at the woman whose own satisfaction was announced in her broad, pleased grin. He felt that some comment was needed at the moment, but it was all he could do to just stand there without falling on his face.
A voice suddenly broke into their world of carnal delights. "Linda, you greedy bitch! Don't use him all up! After all, I was the one that found him!"
It was Evelyn. The red-headed waitress had apparently been awakened by their activities.
Linda smiled as she slowly rose from the cool tiles and kissed him lightly, "She's right. Besides, I'm a working girl and I've got to drag myself to the office, no matter how much I'd like to stay."
Reaching out and gently caressing one of her mammoth tits, he returned her kiss. She shivered, but shook her head. "Don't let the size of Evelyn's breasts fool you. They're just as sensitive as these big knockers of mine."
He smiled as he lightly kissed her one more time, then turned to the bedroom where the other half of this fantastic duo and her small, perfectly rounded tits awaited his attentions.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was ten that morning before Evelyn departed from his motel room, also having a job to get to. As he watched her leave, he rolled the idea over in his mind of getting out of bed and driving to the country club for the reunion he had traveled across half the country to attend.
Instead he gave in to the urge of getting some more sleep before attempting the polite smiles and handshakes that would be required as he confronted his old classmates. After two days on the road and one long night and an equally active morning with two ball-crazy women, he passed out like a light.
He was rudely jarred from his deep sleep by the harsh sound of the telephone, insistently ringing and demanding to be answered. Forcing himself to reach out and lift it from its cradle, he mumbled a greeting.
"Mr. Reinhardt," a high, nasal female voice came from the other end of the line, "this is the switchboard and your call to New York is ready."
Suppressing the ire of his aborted nap, he politely explained that she had apparently called the wrong room. However, when the operator persisted in her demands to speak with Mr. Reinhardt, Sam, again politely, told her where she could place her misdirected call and slammed the receiver down.
His anger at the rude intrusion subsiding, he found a pack of cigarettes and lighter on the nightstand. Lighting one, he sucked the blue smoke deep into his lungs allowing it to ease away what remained of his irritation.
The travel clock on his dresser now showed 3 p.m. He had overslept his initial goal of noon by three hours and felt like he could sleep another twelve without trying. Yet he had returned home to attend a high school reunion and that's exactly what he intended to do.
Sliding from the bed, he made his way to the small bathroom. A quick shower and shave later, he felt he had regained at least a semblance of his normal self. The sport shirt and slacks originally planned for last night, before Evelyn and Linda decided they preferred towels, were once more drawn from the closet, as well as a matching casual jacket. Despite the summer's warmth, the air conditioning at the country club had always been geared to freezing or below. The jacket was a precaution against the possibility things were still the same. Frostbite in the middle of July was a little on the ridiculous side.
By four he had wolfed down a combination breakfast and lunch and was heading through town toward the reunion site. His progress to the country club was temporarily delayed as he incurred a major traffic jam�_"two farmers in pickup trucks stopped in the middle of the road discussing the latest feed prices. As they persisted in ignoring his blaring horn, he finally eased onto the shoulder and made his way around them.
The majority of his old classmates were well on the way to re-acquainting themselves with one another by the time he arrived and signed the official registration book. A quick check of a mimeographed schedule of the planned activities showed that he had missed a bring-your-own-lunch picnic while he napped. A tour of the high school was planned for six that evening, to be followed by a cocktail party. At the moment there were no scheduled events, although there was a notation that the bar served as a hospitality room, which sounded just as good a place to start as any.
It was. Sam immediately found himself shaking hands with Bill Steiger, former high school quarterback. Ten years had produced little change in the man, except for a very notable spare tire surrounding his waistline. Bill's wife, Mary, undoubtedly one of the most beautiful girls in their graduating class, eventually joined them. To Sam's surprise, the same ten years had completely erased the once slim and sensual body that had occupied a major role in more than one of his juvenile wet dreams. To describe her as a blimp would have been an exaggeration. But a baby elephant would have been painfully close to the truth. Somewhere an eager eighteen-year-old within him breathed a relieved sigh. In one impassioned moment during their junior year, he had come very close to asking that girl to marry him. Sic transit etc., he smiled to himself.
His class had been a relatively small one, a total of seventy-five, if his memory served him. However, after an hour of standing by the bar and nursing one Bloody Mary, he was positive he had shaken at least three hundred hands and been kissed and hugged by an equal number of women, many who he was sure he had never seen in his life. And far more than had ever been in his arms while he had been in school. And that included college. In general, he was having a ball, enjoying himself far more than he had expected.
He was surprised by the large number of children that managed to sneak their way in and out of the bar occasionally, running to their parents' side. He had thought at one time that his generation would be the one that took the first serious stand for population control. The pill, it seemed, for all its popularity, was no more than a device by which a couple could carefully plan having their four kids, rather than completely eliminating them. While such an arrangement might have lessened the financial problems of child bearing, it did nothing to decrease the number of mouths that had to be fed in the world.
Of course, there were certain ironic twists that life had managed to weave during the ten years. He glanced across the room to one fantastic example of those ironies�_"Sonya Hill. Sonya was probably the skinniest girl that had ever lived while they were in school. To say the blonde beauty blossomed late was an understatement. She was a bombshell, drawing the wistful eyes of most the men and irritated glances from the majority of the women.
Then there was the boy voted most likely to succeed, who now dug ditches for a living. And there was the ditch digger's son who had worked his way through college at a quick-food restaurant and now owned a controlling interest in a nationwide chain of similar establishments. His father, who was too proud to retire on his son's money, now drove to work in a Cadillac and lived in a house worth at least a hundred thousand.
It takes all kinds, he grinned, whether it's in the big city or a small town. There's little difference in either as long as they're populated by people.
"Sam... Sam Coit," someone tapped his shoulder.
Sam turned and an ear-to-ear grin spread across his face, "Frank Warren, my God, you haven't changed in eight years!"
It was trite, but then Frank hadn't. At least not physically, as far as Sam could tell. Frank was one of the people who had helped him in making the decision to make this trip. If he had ever had a best friend, it was Frank They had started the first grade together and had been in and out of all the usual trouble that two boys living in a small town could get into. Not that there was anything bad in what they had done, just general mischief that ranged from stealing watermelons on hot summer nights to drag racing down black-top roads.
There had been only one big difference between the two. Frank was what usually received the description of "being shy with girls." A problem Sam never shared with his friend. On several occasions Sam had arranged hot dates for his friend, but Frank remained a big high school failure. He graduated a virgin.
When he had last seen Frank eight years ago, while they were both sophomores in college, Frank's sexual status had remained unchanged. The results had been a rather uptight young man. Now, as they talked and shared a drink, Sam could notice no change in his friend's uprightness. If there were ever a man that fit into the category of "square," it was Frank. Even his hair remained nearly clipped above the ears. To top everything off, Frank was an accountant at the local bank.
"Look, Sam, we've got to get together and share a beer later," Frank suggested. "But right now, if you don't mind, I think I'll mingle a bit. I've only just gotten here and I'd like to see some of the old gang."
Sam nodded and ordered himself another Bloody Mary as Frank walked across the room to a group of people seated at a table. He was still a likeable guy, but his uptightness was totally out of place, as were his hair style and conservative clothes.
A smiling face caught his attention from the other side of the room. It belonged to an attractive brunette dressed in a white pant suit with a blouse that opened all the way to her navel. He tilted his head to her casually, unable to place the woman, despite the nagging thought that he should know her from somewhere.
Ann Morgan, it dawned on him. He returned her smile and raised his glass to her. Ann had been an early romance that never resulted in more than a few heavy petting sessions and rock-aches afterwards. Though God knows he tried to maneuver that sexy body of hers into dear 'ole dad's hayloft time after time. Ann had never been able to "go all the way." In fact, in their senior annual, he had written those immortal last lines from the motion picture Hud�_""To Ann�_""The one that got away.'" He remembered hearing somewhere that Ann had eventually married "Fish Hook" Bronsan, perhaps the meanest bastard that Sam had ever run across. Fish Hook had gotten his nickname from the fact that one night during a football game, he had taped a fish hook to one of his palms. The damage that resulted to the opposing team's left tackle almost landed him in a reformatory. However, his family had money and managed to pay off the injured boy's parents before they could file charges.
Ann's gaze now indicated far more interest than it had ever shown while they were in school. Sam would have sworn she posed purposely at just the right angle to allow him a view of as much of those half-exposed, firm looking breasts as possible. Even after ten years and his activities with Evelyn and Linda, his testicles tightened with that old familiar urge. Picking up his drink from the bar, he started toward the woman to renew an old friendship.
"Oh, no you don't, Sam Coit!" a woman called from behind him, her hand grabbing his shoulder and stopping him before he ever got started. "You can't go running off without at least giving me a kiss and a hug!"
He pivoted around and was greeted by the familiar face and body of Rhonda Morcock. Without hesitation he gave the diminutive woman the requested kiss and hug, both of which lingered longer than was necessary for old friends. But then, Rhonda was more than just an old friend. She was one of his more successful hayloft romances. Always ready and willing, he had once cajoled her about her sexual appetite by saying all he had to do was sing the first line of a then top-40 hit by the Beach Boys, Help Me Rhonda and she would come running to do just that. She had laughed and answered, "Where in hell do you think I got the last name Morcock!" Although the way she said it, her surname came our more cock!
It took all of about two minutes for the two of them to find themselves on friendly ground, talking and laughing, as if the ten years since their graduation had never passed. But they had, although the time apparently had done nothing but improve the small woman's appearances. All of which Sam took in as he bought her a drink and they moved to a table vacated by a group leaving for a round of golf.
Tiny and delicate were the first impressions that hit him, but he knew Rhonda was anything but fragile. There wasn't an extra pound of fat anywhere on her slim body, which only seemed to emphasize her smallness. Her facial features were thin, except for two big brown eyes that were accentuated by her sandy blonde-brown hair, which was cut in a neat shag.
The bright twinkle of her eyes and the warm smile of her lips never hinted at the problems and difficulties that had managed to come her way after their graduation. All of which she briefly related as they exchanged life histories over their drinks. Rhonda had never left the old homestead. She married, stuck it out for five years, then divorced. She had then invested her life savings in a small gift shop that fell flat on its face in a matter of six months and was presently working as a law secretary.
Somehow, Sam realized that no matter what the problems were Rhonda would take them in stride. She was the first genuine flower child he had ever met. Not that she dressed the role of a hippie. In fact, her manner of dress had been always conservative and she had always stayed away from the drug scene. She had, however, always seemed to the essence of what the love movement of the sixties was all about. She gave when others took. Even in their lovemaking, she gave. Rhonda was the type of woman that could ball fifty men in one night and still retain her innocence. She loved life and it apparently was in love with her.
Someone shouted above the din of the bar conversations that the tour of the high school was about to begin. The majority of the reunioneers around them arose and headed for the door.
"Shall we join them?" Rhonda suggested.
"Not unless you're really dying to walk those hallowed halls of education once again," he answered. "As for me, I would much rather prefer sitting here and sharing another drink with you."
"Or I could give you a tour of the town," she smiled.
"It only takes ten minutes and I took it in last night," he answered. "Now, how about that drink?"
"Okay," she nodded. "But not here... at my place. I keep a much better liquor cabinet than this country club ever has. and if you're unlucky enough, I might even decide to cook you dinner."
"Agreed," he grinned, raising the remainder of his drink in a toast.
"Crazy man," she laughed shaking her head. "You've forgotten I was the only girl in our class to flunk homemaking."
Rhonda's place was a small house just beyond the city limits of the town "to keep the taxes down," she explained. And her liquor cabinet was well-stocked, although Sam kept to vodka, not wishing to mix his poisons so early in the day.
"You always had me worried, Sam," she suddenly commented. "You were always so serious and looking for some deep meaning to life when we were kids. But you seem happy enough now."
"I am. Who wouldn't be?" he smiled. "Here I am sitting alone on a couch with one of my old flames, delighted to find she's just as good looking as she ever was. You've got to admit it's the perfect situation for making a pass."
Her brown eyes darted to his with a definitely interested gleam, but then she laughed.
"Old flame! Who are you trying to kid? If anything our relationship was closer to a brother and sister... two good friends who just happened to dig climbing into the hay with each other. You might have had a lot of flirtations, but there was only one love of your life... that was Joanna."
If he hadn't known he didn't blush, he would have been sure his face was scarlet. She was right, but he didn't like to think of Joanna. It always left a bittersweet hollowness in the pit of his stomach.
"I always knew it and really didn't care that much. Hell, I didn't even mind it when you set me up with Frank Watson, fully hoping I'd rape him," she laughed.
"I bet you didn't!" he joined her laughter. "You were always after Frank, even if he didn't know it. I'll never understand that man... or why you didn't rape him!"
This time it was Rhonda who was silent, his word apparently striking a similar chord within her.
Realizing his mistake, he quickly changed subjects. "It's too bad my old man sold our old place. I'd like to drive out and take a look at that barn. It held a lot of fond memories."
She nodded, obviously remembering their hayloft antics with the same fondness, "They tore down the barn to make way for a grain elevator, you know. But I've always thought you were the type that could find a hayloft just about anywhere he wanted and with just about anyone he wanted."
Again that interested gleam flashed in the depths of her eyes; eyes that followed him as he leaned over, his lips lightly touching hers in a gentle kiss that was just as much a thank you for those youthful nights as it was a prelude to other things. He felt a trembly shiver rush through her as his hand softly caressed the side of her face.
A pleased smile danced at the corners of her mouth as they parted, "It's still there, isn't it, Sam? We haven't changed that much at all."
"Help me, Rhonda," he whispered, repeating the line she had always answered to with willing eagerness.
"A sofa is just as good as a hayloft and a hell of a lot less mess," she grinned, as her mouth returned to his, her lips opening for his taunting tongue.
She felt good. Even through the dress she wore, he could feel the summery warmth of her body. If there was one feeling he associated with his youth, it was Rhonda's warm, excited, ever-ready body. He was meeting as old friend in the way old friends should meet. The stirring excitement in his testicles showed they were only too willing for a homecoming.
In a matter of seconds, the small-framed woman was practically on top of him. Her thigh was snugly wedged between his legs, rubbing sensuously over the rising bulge of his cock. The firm mounds of her breasts seemed to strain out trying to tear through the confines of her bra and dress to get at his chest. Her tongue was a wild orgy of erotic twisting and gyrations, as it dueled over and around his tongue, striving to drive into his throat. Her hands were on his back, hugging him close, then gliding down to the tautening balls of his buttocks.
Rhonda had never been one that cared much for the preliminary tauntings and teasings. When she was ready, which was ninety per cent of the time, she was one of the most passionate women that had ever crossed his path. Apparently time had done nothing to diminish that heated passion. It took no more than a few minutes of suggestive squeezings and intimate embraces for her to pull away from him and start working the buttons down the front of her dress free. His own hands immediately fumbled with his shirt.
Standing, she shimmied free of her cotton dress and neatly placed it across the back of a chair, then turned back to allow him a full look as she stood before him in bra, panties and pantyhose.
She was beautiful and he told her so, as he stood and pulled his shirt off and stepped from his pants. Her own beaming eyes dropped to the bulge that strained out from his jockey shorts.
There had always been something about small women that turned him on. He now realized what that something was�_"Rhondal Small women reminded him of this sexy little bundle of very hot woman. Standing before him with her small but perfectly proportioned breasts' tightly mashed together by the cups of her bra, she set his cock to jerking with ardent anticipation.
"Need any help?" he asked.
She didn't answer, except to cross the two steps to his side. His hands immediately reached out and freed the three clasps of the broad strap across her back. She wiggled her shoulders and the bra slipped from her body and dropped to the floor.
Her eyes were on his as they watched the twinned cones spill exuberantly from their confines, smooth and sleek shapely mounds of pink flesh that jiggled just enough to provide a titillating dance.
There was no way he could have kept his hands away from those delicious tits. He reached out, cupping the perfectly matched pair, rubbing them lasciviously. The diminutive woman trembled with excitement, as soft cooing sounds came in sighs from her throat. Sighs that melted to aroused moans as his head ducked down and his mouth captured a coral-blushed nipple cresting one of the delightful peaks.
His tongue toyed in a light brushing stroke around the sleeping bud, bringing it to life in a matter of seconds. His teeth gingerly nipped at the stiff nubbin he created, then he sucked while his hands kneaded the pliable texture of her breasts.
Quickly moving to the sister nipple, he politely repeated his oral ministrations. The glow he set afire within her was fantastic. She gazed down at the man who still worked the magic he had so adeptly conjured as a boy. She expected to find her tits swelled to twice their size. They weren't, but that didn't stop them from feeling that way. And it was a hell of a marvelous feeling.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, her hands appreciatively cradling his cheeks. "I could stand here all day and let you do this to me. But there's something else I want right now."
He eased his lips from the rigid bud of flesh he busied and reluctantly slid his hands from her sleek titmounds. She smiled wantonly at him from under her long dark lashes, as her fingers tucked beneath the elastic bands of her pantyhose and panties. He watched as she waggled the last remnants of her clothing over the voluptuous flare of her hips and peeled them down the shapely slopes of her thighs and calves.
Any further gazing on his part had to wait until she quickly stepped to the sofa and reclined on her back, her slender legs suggestively parting to reveal the light-brown silk-fringed lips of her labia. Glistening pearls of moisture already sparkled from those plump cuntal lips, announcing the arousal of her body and its readiness for his.
"Pretty enough to eat," he grinned, as he peeled his own shorts from his legs and toed them from his ankles.
Whether or not she got the full meaning of his comment, he couldn't tell, since her eyes were riveted to the thick shaft of cock jutting from his crotch. That hungry gleam flared with a flame of desire, as she followed the pulsing twitch of his own anticipation.
He moved to the side of the sofa, staring down at her, unable to soak in enough of the vision she presented. The ten years seemed to have passed without touching her. And if they had touched her, it had been in good ways. Her breasts were perhaps a little fuller and there was a more womanly flare to her hips. But she still retained a flat, smooth stomach and her tits didn't even hint at the slightest bit of sag. She was still the small, cock-hungry girl who lay with him in his father's hayloft on more than several occasions while they had been in high school.
"You've seen it all before," she smiled. "It can't be all that interesting!"
"Stop fishing for compliments," he grinned, as he leaned over and kissed her once again. "You know damn well how beautiful you are, so give a man the chance to refresh his memory."
"But there's so much more that you can be doing than just looking," she teased, her fingers running up the insides of his thighs and circling around his groin while they remained an enticing fraction of an inch from the meaty stalk that held her interest.
"Patience," he whispered, letting his lips softly taunt down the graceful arch of her neck. "There's more than one way to get what you want."
He glanced at the perplexed expression on her face. She still was missing his meaning, even though he had spoken his intention only a few seconds ago. He wasn't surprised. Rhonda and he had explored their young bodies years ago, but neither of them had progressed to the pleasures of oral sex before their hayloft romps were interrupted by graduation. He now planned to make up for lost time.
Continuing on his downward path, his lips moved through the warm valley between her breasts, while his hands seductively glided along the smooth curves of her sides. By the time his fingers were tantalizing the velvet-like interior of her thighs, his lips and tongue had entered the down of her pubic triangle.
"Sammmmmmm," she moaned, excited tremors of desire coursing through her body as her legs opened wider for him. "I've... ohhhhhhhh!!!"
The tip of his tongue tauntingly flicked along the ridge of her cuntal lips, tasting the saline fluids of her womanhood. His hands were now to each side of her sex mound, massaging firmly, then spreading the pink-lipped cleft of her loins. His tongue darted into the fleshy slit, lightly licking at the moisture-laden cleave.
"Ahhhaggrarrahhhh!" her supine body was jolted by the sexual electricity generated by his intimate oral contact. "My god!!! I never... ummmmm... dreamed it... yessssss! Oh, my god, yes! Sam, ahhhhhhhh! I've never had a man... ohhh... do this to me before!"
It was his turn to be jolted. Both shock and pleasure wracked him. His tongue that had wiggled its way into the liquid heat of her vaginal channel twisted and laved in a flurry of gyrations. He couldn't believe what she had just uttered. It was impossible to accept that no one had ever treated their tongue to this beautiful pussy. In fact, it was obscene neglect on the part of the American male.
However, it did sweeten the task he had undertaken. Avidly his oral digit laved around in the juice-slick contours of her cunt. He kissed and sucked at her, swallowing down her heavy flow of fluids so that she could hear him above her own moans and groans.
Simultaneously, he wiggled his index finger to the top of her pink slit. There was no trouble in finding her clit. Standing out like a miniature penis, it had already come out of hiding and was firm and erect. His fingertip tapped it gently.
"Ohhhhh... uhhhhh... ahummmmmm!" she groaned incoherently, as another blast of sensual voltage sizzled through her open nerve endings.
His wildly licking tongue increased its plunging and lapping. He drilled into the hot quick of her pussy. He swirled his oral digit over the secreting walls of her cuntal tunnel. He probed and lapped, drinking away her juices as fast as she could produce them.
Her slender hips began to move under him as the passion of her fervor rose to a high pitch of excitement. Her hands were locked to the back of his neck, pushing his face into the humid gash of her belly. She writhed, thrashing as she sailed closer and closer to the threshold of ecstasy.
He matched the urging of her pelvis, driving his tongue in and out of her cunt in penis-imitating fashion. His cajoling finger instantly rolled and rubbed the extended bud of her clit harder and harder.
The overload on her senses was too great. She cried out in fulfilled delight as the dual stimulation on her pussy culminated in a soul-shattering blast of pleasure. Her whole body quaked in uncontrollable bliss, as she tasted her first orgasm brought by a man's tongue.
Easing his mouth from her quim before he destroyed the pleasure he had set free within her, he glanced tip to her ecstasy contorted face. Then he pushed himself from his knees and slid atop the bed of her diminutive body.
There was no need for either of their hands to guide the needy length of his prick. The swollen head of his cock found the entrance to her belly and glided inward, as he buried himself to his balls within her.
She grunted and her eyes flew open under the sudden unannounced invasion. For a startled moment she stared up at him through pleasure-clouded eyes, then a warm smile moved over her lips and her arms locked around his ass, anchoring him deeply in the contracting folds o her slippery cunt.
Slowly he eased himself in and out of her body, extending the carnal delights his tongue had begun. She moaned deep and low in appreciation, as she savored the last quivering sensations of her climax.
"That was marvelous," she sighed, as she lay motionless just riding the sensation of his thick prodder stroking in and out of her cunt. "I never dreamed that a man's mouth could be so good. Is it like that when a woman takes a man in her mouth?"
His lips brushed over hers, "I'll let you show me later."
"I've never... " she abruptly cut herself off and shivered as a delicious thrill raced along her spine.
"You will," he grinned, his hips jerking back and slamming hard into the clinging pocket of her cunt. "I think those virgin lips of yours might find they share the same tastes as this tight cunt!"
She shivered again and her hips took up the hunching rhythm of his pumping pelvis, as he described in detail exactly what he had planned for her mouth as soon as he finished filling her pussy with his seed. The effects of her upcoming oral treat were immediately noticeable. She seemed to concentrate on squeezing the muscles of her cuntal walls around the thick pole he plowed deeply into her interior.
Slippery and hot, she enveloped the throbbing lance of his sex. He felt as if he had swollen to three times his normal thickness, as he rocked himself back and forth within the well of her desire. Her moans of growing passion were steadily increasing and he upped his tempo to match her need. In and out, he sliced into the heated recesses of her quivering love tunnel. His balls slapped at the rounded curves of her perky little ass, beating out the rhythm of his own mounting desire.
Wedging his hands between their tightly pressed bodies, he found and covered her breasts, squeezing them roughly. He pinned her to the sofa under his complete unsupported weight. She made no protest. Instead, her fingers dug into the boulder-hard balls of his ass, pulling at him, as if trying to draw that lust-gorged stalk of his cock all the way into her mouth.
She grunted and groaned as his hips swung down mercilessly, impaling the rigid spike of manmeat into the fiery hole of her pussy. Her whole body was jarred by each pounding impact of their meeting crotches. He jerked away only to slam downward again.
"It's happening!" she urged him. "It's happening again!"
It was. Which was exactly what he wanted. Jack-hammering into her as rapidly as he could, he filled her with the long hard rod of his prick. He whipped her into a frenzy of unabandoned sexual wantonness. And then, as she came, groaning and writhing and thrashing beneath his crushing weight, he emptied his balls into the clutching folds of her trembling cunt.
Clinging to one another, they rode the waves of blasting passion that were released within the cores of their bodies. Her cuntal folds pulsed around him, throbbing out the completeness of her second coming. She milked at him, squeezing and relaxing. He drained himself of spurt after spurt of thick semen and sperm.
Neither of them moved as the heated lust gradually subsided and was replaced with the warm satisfaction of their carnal union. However, even the most pleasurable of experiences must come to its natural end. His once swollen and rigid prick slowly deflated and slithered from her come-slickened belly and dangled limply at his crotch, as he rolled from her, balancing himself on the edge of the sofa.
"It's gone to sleep," she pouted, disappointed in the natural transformation of his penis.
He grinned, as one of his fingers traced over her thin Bps, "All it probably needs to wake up is a nice soft kiss."
Her dark eyes sparkled with a delighted light, as she leaned to him and planted a long, wet kiss on his lips. When they parted, she eagerly scooted down to his loins. He watched as her virgin lips slowly puckered and kissed the red surface of his glands. She received her first real taste of cock.
Her awkward unsure techniques quickly faded as she felt the pulsing life return to his prick under the exploring caresses of her tongue. By the time he had once again risen to full mast, her long hidden talents as a natural born cocksucker were being fully displayed. He watched the sandy blonde-brown head of his boyhood lover bob up and down at his crotch and her loving virgin lips slide around the swollen shaft of his sex.
CHAPTER FIVE
By the time Sam and Rhonda arrived back at the country club the majority of their former classmates were already back from the tour of the high school and dinner, something which neither Sam or Rhonda had found time for during the few hours they had spent getting re-acquainted. However, both managed to find their way to several trays of small finger sandwiches, the taste of which rapidly killed any appetite they had.
A small portable bar, complete with a bartender, was pushed into one corner of the room, out of the way of several couples who were dancing to the music supplied by a pianist-singer, who lacked talent for either of his skills. Weaving through the crowd, Sam successfully retrieved two vodka and tonics and brought them back without spilling a drop. To his surprise, Frank Watson, sipping cautiously from a drink he looked totally out of place with, stood chatting with Rhonda.
The small woman's interest in Frank had always been apparent to him, although he had never understood it. However, he was suddenly aware that Frank also shared that interest. He was even doing his best to make a pass at Rhonda, which was awkward in its first moments and highly reminiscent of a junior high boy-girl love sickness at its low ebb.
For a moment or two, he mentally toyed with the idea of taking Frank aside and whispering his magic phrase into his ear and then describing what had happened with Rhonda that evening. On second thought, he shucked the idea and stood around for a couple of polite minutes, then drifted off toward the bar once again, leaving the couple to their own wiles.
It was a mistake that he regretted the moment his eyes fell on the black haired woman who returned his surprised gaze from over the top of a cocktail glass. Immediately the familiar bitter-sweet hollowness churned in the depths of his stomach. He thought ten years would have lessened the effects of the woman who now beckoned him with a friendly smile. But there seemed to be no way of muting the effects this woman had on him. Rhonda had said it a few hours earlier�_"his only love. He would have turned and walked away, if there had been any way out of it. But there wasn't. He simply returned the smile and continued walking to the bar.
"Joanna," he said, taking her extended hand and squeezing it with no more pressure than was necessary.
"Sam," she smiled, her eyes quickly taking him in. "I really didn't expect to find you here. I'd heard you'd run off to some northern city and become a millionaire."
He laughed and quickly explained away the rumor. Their conversation was nothing more than small talk, but he found himself not minding it. Joanna was working her old spells, something he had never been successful at fighting. It was too late to make up some weak excuse and leave. Tomorrow he'd hate himself for making a fool out of himself, but now he just let his eyes take in the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Once, in the throes of his youthful love, he had called her a goddess. It was a description that seemed more appropriate than ever. Tall and slim, Joanna was a portrait of classical beauty. Her shining black hair tumbled in a waving mass down around her shoulders and halfway down her back. And those eyes, he found himself thinking, were the kind of eyes a man could lose himself in for years, black pools of mystery. Her cheeks were high, almost giving her a touch of haughty aloofness, which was completely dispelled by the sensual fullness of her red lips.
He mentally stripped away the flowing black evening dress she wore, trying to visualize the unveiled contours of her proud breasts that were provocatively hinted at by her dipping neckline. Dark brown, almost black cherries, were the way he pictured her stiff nipples. And her lips were flaring curves, just made for the touch of a man. But all this was simply a mental game.
He had never seen Joanna's naked body, though he had dreamed of it often enough. Time and time again, he had awkwardly tried to find some way to get that body into his father's hayloft, but had never been more successful in his amorous attempts than one or two goodnight kisses. It seemed humorous now, but then it had been nothing but sheer hell.
Finishing their drinks, they made their way onto the dance floor, slowly drifting to a blues number the pianist was butchering. But he didn't mind. In fact, he was only aware of the woman he held in his arms. She didn't dance, she glided, perfectly following his lead.
Two dances later, she was pressed much closer to him, her breasts tantalizing his chest and her pelvis brushing against his crotch occasionally so that he felt the definitely womanly protuberance of her pubis. Despite the ten years that had passed since he had last seen Joanna, he found that all too much of that eighteen-year-old adolescent remained in him. Her nearness was working on him, bringing a sensual stirring to his groin, which should have been numbed to all thoughts of sex by now. But then this was Joanna and she had always affected him that way.
The music stopped and they separated, one of Joanna's soul-melting smiles on her lips. "It's gotten a little warm and crowded in here. Would you care for some fresh air?"
He nodded and they made their way from the room and outside the building, although it was far warmer in the summer night than it had been inside. Sam made no objections, none of their old classmates were out here and Joanna was.
"The night's beautiful," she said, her eyes glancing at the full moon. "Think I can talk you into a walk?"
"You just did," he smiled, offering her his arm, which she took.
Aimlessly they strolled away from the main cluster of buildings forming the central core of the country club, heading out onto the deserted golf course. For several minutes neither spoke, just engrossed in the feeling of the night surrounding them.
Finally, Joanna glanced at him as if unsure of what she wanted so say, "I lied back there, Sam."
"Lied?" he smiled unable to take her seriously. "What do you have to lie about?"
"I knew you were at the reunion," she said. "In fact, you were the reason I came."
"Then I consider myself honored," he answered. "Any man would feel the same way."
"Times have changed, haven't they?" she went on, abruptly switching the subject, while he listened without questioning. "I mean you're no longer the boy I once knew and I'm no longer the girl you... "
"Tried to seduce," he supplied the remainder of her statement, as they entered a small grove of oaks surrounding a pond that formed a water trap for the golf course. "I guess, I'm not, but I think there's still a lot of that boy in me."
"Sometimes, I think there's too much of that girl in me," she continued. "I don't know if I showed it or not, but I was a terribly frightened girl."
"Come on," he laughed. "You were the coolest and sharpest girl in our class. What were you frightened of?"
"You, for one thing," she answered, as they stopped and she stepped in front of him.
"And now?" he answered studying her face. She was serious.
"We've both matured," she said. 'You're no longer a boy, but a successful man. And I'm a woman... "
"A very beautiful one," he added.
"Do you still think so?"
"A goddess," he nodded, unable to take his eyes from the moon-bathed beauty of her face.
"Thank you, Sam," she smiled, leaning to him and softly kissing his lips.
They parted, their mouths no more than a fraction of an inch away. For seconds, they just stood there, then he reached out, gently grasping her bare shoulders and easing her to him. She came without hesitating, this time her lips parting and her mouth opening. His tongue flicked out and probed into the sweetness of her mouth.
Her own tongue was far from inactive, teasing its tip over and under his. And when his oral digit receded back into the shelter of his own mouth, she followed, thrusting hard and passionately. Her arms encircled him, drawing her body even closer to his, as if she were trying to melt against him.
Overcoming the traces of his own youthful reluctance, his palms slid over the smoothness of her shoulders. Downward his fingers drifted, excited by the touch of her bare skin. Slipping along her side, he encountered the bulging curvature of her breasts that seemed to flow out from under her arms. The trembling of her anticipation was transmitted to his fingertips.
His hands inched out along the proud and firm mounds, squeezing. He could barely comprehend that this was actually happening here and now. But the thrusting tongue of this raven-haired goddess assured him that what was occurring was reality and not a dream.
Her arms around him and his hands refusing to relinquish their hold on the bulging curves of her breasts, they slowly drifted to the ground in their embrace. The grass was soft and dry, its fresh-cut suffusing and mingling with the slight scent of her perfume. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered the dress she was wearing. It looked expensive and not the perfect attire for a romp in this sylvan surrounding, but she made no protests and he wasn't about to suggest they delay until they could make their way back to his motel room. Briefly returning to her shoulders, his fingers worked the thin, thread-like straps down her arms. Her lips separated from his and her eyes opened, staring at him, as if she were unsure. Then her own hands found his and eased them back to her breasts, sliding the top of her dress down and rolling to her back so that the slightly domed cones lay naked for his eyes and hands.
Her tits were larger than he had ever imagined. Normally breasts this size had lost all traces of conical firmness and were either sagging pendulums of flesh or melon-like globes. But these were sleek and smooth cones topped by two dark mushrooms just as he had mentally pictured.
Lovingly his right hand caressed one of the supple peaks, as he leaned over her, his mouth once more covering hers. Her back arched upward, pushing her breast into his palm and a satisfied moaned muffled its way around their taunting tongues.
For minutes that seemed like hours, he caressed and fondled and played with the summery warmth of her tits. His fingers circled and swirled around the rubbery nipples, filling them with the hardness of arousal. Then he scissored them between his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them lightly.
And when his hands finally abandoned the playground of her titflesh, his mouth surrounded a tempting crest. Brushing and licking, his tongue created a barrage of oral sensations that kept the flow of moans coming from her throat.
"Good," she murmured. "It feels so good!"
Meanwhile his roving hands had started the tortuously slow task of slipping her floor-length dress up the long, shapely slopes of her calves and thighs. She lifted her knees, assisting in the awkward maneuver as best she could, until her skirt was gathered around her at mid-thigh.
His tongue continued its busy swirling and twirling atop the aching crest it occupied, as he slid a hand beneath her skirt. Her legs drifted apart for his explorations.
She wore nothing beneath the dress!
For some reason that fact stunned him, as his fingers wove through the thick bush of her pubic hairs. First no bra and now no panties. It was as if she had come to the reunion for one reason, to make love with him. The thought staggered his mind.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned once more, bringing him back to the fantastic reality of this extraordinary situation. "Your hand feels so good. It's just like I knew it would be."
Cupping the prominent feminine bulge of her pubis, he tenderly massaged the mound of her sex. Slowly, he increased the vigor of his ministrations. In reaction, her hips gently rose and fell in rhythm of his kneading. The dampness that welled within her heating core seeped onto his palm.
The probing fingertip that dipped into the moist slit of her lovemound paused and taunted the button of her clit out from under its thin hood of skin. Methodically, he worked her body, striving to give her as much pleasure that he could. His fingertop caressed the growing nubbin of desire as her pelvis increased the undulations of need.
"Ahaummmmmm," she groaned, as another of his fingers wiggled between the pouting lips of her outer labia, gliding through the scalloped folds of her inner lips and into the chamber of her vagina.
Her cunt was aflood with hot and slippery fluids. His finger eased in and out of her quim without the slightest bit of resistance. It wouldn't take much more to bring her with his finger and then he would bring her with the stiff, throbbing shaft that eagerly awaited to be freed from his pants.
Deeper and harder, his finger stroked into the liquid heat of her cleft of need. At the same time his other finger rolled and tickled and rubbed the stiff bud of her clit. She writhed and thrashed on the ground beside him, her body reaching for the pleasure his careful ministrations were leading her toward. She moaned and whimpered aroused sighs of mounting lust. Her hips hunched into his hand striving to impale herself even deeper on his fucking digit.
Suddenly the world collapsed around his ears!
Joanna's body went rigid as a board. She reached down, jerking his hand from between her thighs. In a haste that bordered on desperation, she rolled out from under him, a hand grasping the front of her dress and holding it so that it covered her breasts.
"I'm sorry! I can't! I just can't!" she sobbed.
Before he could move to her, she was on her feet Tears streamed down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, Sam! I can't! I can't!"
As if he had been slugged with a sledge hammer, he sat there unable to comprehend what had taken place in a matter of one or two seconds. He stared into the night, watching silently as she ran toward the main building of the country club like a woman fleeing from a rapist.
Literally shaking himself, he pulled his senses back together, trying to rid his mind of the numbing shock, "Joanna! Joanna, please stop!"
But the black haired woman kept running without even glancing back over her shoulder. Still too confused to do anything else, he stumbled to his feet and ran after her, as she fled behind the main building and headed toward the parking lot.
By the time he reached the lot, Joanna had backed her car from its slot. He called again. Her head twisted to him, revealing a mask of tortured agony. He saw her mouth open as if to speak, but she only shook her head helplessly and slammed the gas pedal to the floorboard. The car peeled out of the parking lot and wheeled onto the highway.
Alone, he stood staring at the disappearing automobile. Too dumbfounded by the whole incident, he was unable to move or think, or even utter a disgusted curse. He had no explanation for what had happened. One moment Joanna was his, totally abandoning herself to the pleasures he ignited in her body. And then in the next instant, she was terrified. But of what?
There was no reason for it. No reason at all.
CHAPTER SIX
He had no Idea how long he just stood there staring at the highway. Still as confused as ever, he finally turned, definitely needing a drink or two or five.
Finding the reunion crew still dancing to the off-key blues numbers of the pianist, he walked directly to the bar and ordered a straight shot of bourbon, tossing it down in one gulp. Then he repeated the order and disposed of it in exactly the same manner.
As he prepared for a third of the same, Rhonda was at his side, cancelling the order and turning to him, "Best take it easy, Sam. You put those last two away like a man trying to drink himself into oblivion."
He didn't reply, but once again ordered the bartender to prepare a bourbon, this time with water. He sipped at it when the drink arrived, avoiding the concerned gaze of the woman beside him.
"It's Joanna, isn't it?" she asked, but only received silence as an answer.
Rhonda reached out and her hand closed around his, squeezing gently, "It's Joanna, all right. She's the only thing that could ever get you this upset."
He turned and smiled at her, "You know me too well."
"I've been through this too many times with you not to know," she answered. "You've got it bad and you always will."
He didn't reply, but only sipped at his drink.
"I guess I should have told you about Joanna this afternoon, but I really didn't think she'd show up for the reunion. She keeps pretty much to herself ever since her marriage," Rhonda continued.
"Marriage?" he pressed her to go on.
She nodded, "About three years ago she and oilman out of Houston met while she was on some sort of European tour. Shortly after she returned, they were married. It lasted all of a week."
"A week?" he eyed the small woman. "What was the problem?"
Rhonda shrugged, "No one ever heard... not from Joanna, at least. But there was plenty of speculations and rumors. Most of them centered along some tale of frigidity."
It didn't set right in his mind. Joanna's reactions to him had been anything but frigid. In fact, he had been surprised by the passion displayed. He shook his head and sipped at his drink.
"Sam," Rhonda said. "Look, I don't know what happened between you and Joanna, but if there's anything I... "
"Don't worry," he smiled. "You've already done it. I'm a big boy now and I'll work it out."
"Good," she smiled, rising on her tip-toes to quickly kiss his cheek. "I'm willing to bet that's just exactly what you'll do. But if you need help tonight, you know I'm willing."
His smiled widened, "Woman, you never cease to amaze me. It's a hard offer to refuse, but it wouldn't be fair to you. Besides, I think you've got other things planned for the night."
She followed his nod across the room where Frank stood, trying to appear casual while his eyes kept shooting them sideways glances.
"Yeah, I guess I have," she chuckled. "Wish me luck. Maybe this time that clod will get the message."
"My luck," he grinned, watching the woman cross the room to Frank. Maybe this would be the night. Rhonda was just the type of woman to bring out the hidden man in Frank. That is, if that man wasn't buried too deep behind his facade of squareness and conservatism.
His eyes then drifted around the room, as he pondered what to do next. The majority of the group were either still on the dance floor or lost in conversations centering on their high school days together. A rather loud belligerent voice drew his attention to a small group standing in the opposite corner of the room. It was Fish Hook Bronsan, who looked like he had already exceeded his limit by seven or eight drinks.
However, Sam's vision was drawn to a very friendly smile from the big man's wife. Again he got the feeling the woman would have been more than willing to be rescued from her husband. And if there was a woman that needed rescuing, it was Ann. She presented a terribly tempting morsel to rescue, dressed in a long white evening dress that was slitted all the way down her side and held together by thin string-like straps. It was quite apparent she wore absolutely nothing beneath the clinging dress.
Fully intent on at least walking over and flirting with "the one that got away," he abruptly changed his mind. His own depressing mood atop his heavy drinking could easily lead to an ugly scene with Fish Hook. While the man didn't particularly physically threaten him, there was no reason to go looking for trouble.
Instead, he placed his empty glass on the bar and walked from the building, to his Porsche. The drive back to the motel, with the windows rolled down, helped clear his mind some, but did nothing to remove Joanna from his vision. Her obvious reactions just didn't jive with Rhonda's rumors of frigidity.
Once back in his room, he quickly stripped and stepped into the shower. Even using his old trick of alternating the blasts of water between hot and cold did nothing to stop his thoughts of Joanna. He tried to see a humorous side to the whole incident, but even the irony that after ten years the same girl had returned to turn his world topsy-turvy as she had done so many times in the past was just too black at the moment to raise an amused smile on his lips.
Finally, twisting off the shower and grabbing a towel, he briskly rubbed himself dry as he walked into the small living room of his suite. It was still relatively early in the night for him and he had no want for sleep at the moment, just something to get Joanna off his mind.
Idly, he flicked on the television, noting the TV schedule called for a Marx Brothers film on the late movie, then dropped down on the sofa, trying to lose himself in the utter absurdity of their escapades. It worked. By the time the movie was less than half way through, Joanna and her strange reaction to their attempted lovemaking seemed as though it had occurred in a dream, an unsettling nightmare.
As he rose during the commercial to pull one of the beers from the refrigerator, a knock came from the door. Grabbing up the towel from where he had left it on the couch, he wrapped it around his waist, smiling as he remembered the last time he had answered the door in similar attire.
Neither Evelyn nor Linda stood outside. However, Ann Bronsan did, still dressed in that clinging, slinky evening dress he had noted earlier that evening. Her eyes dipped to his own towel for a moment, as a smile played over her red lips.
"Are you going to invite me in, Sam?" she asked. "Or are you going to ignore me like you did today at the country club?"
"Come in," he smiled, making a mental note to purchase a bathrobe as soon as he got back home. This habit of greeting visitors at the door was getting a bit ridiculous.
"You've got quite a style," her eyes lingered on his face for a moment, then slowly drifted back to the towel, as if she were trying to remove it with her gaze.
"If you come knocking at a man's motel room in the middle of the night, you take your chances," he answered.
"It looks like I was the lucky one," she returned his smile, as she moved to the sofa and seated herself. "Besides, the towel makes us equal... I haven't got a stitch on under this."
"I noticed," he answered, wondering if she really thought anyone could ignore a fact so obvious. Her dress left very little to the imagination. "I was just about to get myself a beer, would you care for one?"
She shook her head, "At least you don't have to say that line about slipping into something more comfortable. I'd say you're just about as comfortable as a man can get. So don't worry about my sensibilities. Like you said, I took my chances."
She was apparently trying the game Evelyn and Linda had played the night before, seeing if she could make him feel uncomfortable. She was, but he'd never let her know that. At the moment he had no intention of changing from his towel. If Ann got her kicks from staring at a man's half exposed crotch, he'd see that she got her kicks this night.
"Where's your husband?" he called back into the living room, as he pulled a beer from the refrigerator and yanked off its top with a resounding "pwack."
"Passed out like a light on the floor to our room," she chuckled. "He won't come around until noon tomorrow. It happens every time he drinks and gets to talking about the good old days."
Sam doubted seriously that Fish Hook Bronsan ever had a good day, whether it was old or new. But he let the comment go unspoken. As it was, he couldn't find anything to say as he returned to the living room. Ann now stood beside the sofa. Her dress was casually tossed over the back of a chair. She hadn't been joking when she said she wasn't wearing a stitch beneath it.
"Surprised?" she smiled knowingly at him, letting her hands slide seductively along her sides.
He didn't reply. Not that a reply was necessary. His wide-eyed expression said it all, as his eyes roved over the sleekness of the brunette's nakedness. His gaze was immediately drawn to the slightly pendulous globes of her tits, as her hands cupped under each of the fleshy cantaloupes and squeezed them suggestively. An action that sent the already stiff nipples jutting out at him.
"Shocked, Sam?" she grinned. "That's the last reaction I would have expected from a man that spent half his high school career trying to get into my pants."
"Not shocked," he answered, placing his beer on an end table, as she languidly strolled before him, her hand reaching out and teasing at the top of his towel. "Just surprised, pleasantly so."
She grinned coyly up at him from under her long lashes. Her fingertips dipped under the towel and tugged slightly. The terry cloth fell from his waist to the floor, unveiling the dangling hose of his cock. She sighed softly, as if she had received her own pleasant surprise.
"Ever since I saw you this afternoon, I've been thinking about all those nights you tried so damn hard to get this beautiful thing in between my legs," her fingers tauntingly drifted up the outside of his thighs, weaving through his pubic hairs to the awakening length of his sex. "You really could get a little farm girl turned on. But I was saving it for my wedding night... "
Her comments were interrupted by a deep groan of passion as his hands encompassed the lovely forms of her tits. His thumbs pressed against the stiff buds of her brown nipples, rubbing and rolling them. Her own fingers circled the rising shaft of his loins, grasping it roughly. In surprise, he jerked and twitched as lust once more boiled up from his balls.
"... Well, the wedding night's over and has been for a long time," she managed to continue, even though his kneading hands had her eyes fluttering with the profusion of pleasure sweeping through her body. "And there wasn't anything worth saving."
Firmly grasping the moldable globes of titflesh, he eased her to him, so that his fully erect cock nudged her belly just above the silken fringe of her cuntal down. An excited tremor shuddered through her at the intimate contact. Her vise-like grip on his rod loosened and her fists lasciviously jacked around the pole of hard flesh.
"And now?" he whispered, leaning toward her and finding the delicate lobe of her ear. His teeth lightly nibbled at it, then moved to her neck and shoulder, as his hands continued their erotic massage of her warm breasts.
"And now," she moaned, pressing her tits harder into his working palms, "I've been thinking about all those time I missed. It's had me damp all day and now I'm as hot as a bitch in heat!"
In a movement that tore a deep-throated groan of desire from her lips, his right hand abruptly abandoned the delectable mound it squeezed and toyed with and dropped to the bulge of her cunt. Without warning, his index finger shot up into the waiting hole of her lust.
She was wrong. She wasn't damp. His probing digit swirled around in a river of thick womanly juices. Her whole body shuddered convulsively as the pleasure he ignited seared through every cell of her body. She jerked to him, her swaying hips rolling the inflexible column of his cock wantonly over her stomach, smearing her flesh with the clear oozing drop of his preseminal secretions.
"Like a bitch in heat!" she repeated, as her mouth covered his, her tongue lashing around hungrily within his mouth, then withdrawing. "And now I want to make up for all that lost time... "
"... Ohhhhhhh!" he once more interrupted her comments, as his finger pumped in and out of her aching slash. "Be my dog, Sam! Be my dog!"
Immediately his finger slid from the fluid-slickened sluice of her cunt, making a wet sucking sound as it came free, "Down on the floor. On your hands and knees!"
She had named the game she desired to play and he was only too willing to oblige her needs, 'There's only one way to take a bitch in heat," he grinned lewdly, roughly digging his fingers into her tits for emphasis. "That's from behind! Now get on your hands and knees!"
She shivered with delicious anticipation, as she reluctantly pulled away from him and subserviently assumed the position he had commanded. Her ass wiggled up at him in a provocative dance of desire.
Lowering himself behind her, he gazed at the sleek eggshell-white ovals that jutted temptingly into the air. Long and rounded, they begged to be manhandled. Which is exactly what he did!
Grasping the twin cushions of flesh, he squeezed and kneaded his fingers into the resilient forms of her ass. Rapidly the delicate whiteness of her rear mounds was replaced by a glowing blush of pink, which quickly gave way to an aroused red. The woman kneeling before him groaned as waves of tingling goose-flesh raced up and down her spine.
Still he continued to squeeze and torture the upturned pillows of her bottom. He mashed them together and pulled them apart, his eyes racing down the deep crease of her ass to the brown ring of her anus. He amused himself with the thought of ramming his prodder into the tight little pocket, but then decided against it. This hot bundle of brunette had requested to be fucked dog-style and that was what he was going to give her.
Running a hand down between her wide-spread thighs, he grasped the uptilted mound of her pussy. She needed about as much preliminary play as he did, which was little or none at all! But as a youth, he had spent too many nights trying to get where he was now. Just to ram himself into her offered cunt and have done with it would have been a terrible waste. This woman was going to have a taste of the need she had created within him on those nights, before he slammed his plunger into the juice-slippery folds of her pussy.
"Aaaiieeeee," she squealed as he once more slipped a finger into the open core of her body.
Imitating the rough, hard technique he would soon use with his cock, he plummeted his finger in and out of the throbbing hole of desire. Her body reacted, jerking in an uneven hunching motion to accept the emplacement of his digit. She moaned, sucking in her breath in deep gulps of passion.
Higher and higher, her body rose toward the threshold of climax. But that was not the way he wanted this to happen. Once again, he jerked his finger from her clinging cunt.
"Nooooooooo!" she whimpered in a weak protest confused by his sudden change of tactics.
"Easy baby," he whispered as he clamped around the knoll of her pubis. "Nice and easy. We're going to take this slowly."
Her body languidly swayed with the firm kneading of her cuntal mound. The shuddering tremors of her desire slowly subsiding. Which was what he wanted. He then made his next move.
"Ugaagggaaahhh!" she grunted in startled surprise.
Two fingers!
He slammed two fingers into the humid heat of her pussy. He drove them deep, all the way up to their third knuckles. He spread them in the elastic confines of her cunt, stretching the spongy membranes in a corkscrewing motion.
It took no more than a second or two for her to overcome her surprise and adjust to his new techniques. Sighing with pleased satisfaction under the gyrating excitement of his new invasion, she began to move. Around and around in an undulating counterpoint gyration, she worked her pelvis, screwing herself solidly onto his two digits.
"Good!" she moaned. "So good!"
"Yeah," he grinned in agreement, slushing his fingers around in the ocean of her wetness. "And it'll get better!"
Immediately, he began to pump in and out of her upturned cunt. His fingers were stroking into her hot hole in rapid fire secession. Harder and harder he slammed into her. The wet sucking sounds of her hungry pussy smacked wetly through the room.
Responding to the determined finger-fucking, she jerked back and forth, helping him drive those two filling, stretching fingers deeper into the channel of her belly. She grunted and groaned, incoherently, as her body for the second time in a matter of minutes rushed desperately toward the release of her lust.
And for the second time in that same period, he wrenched his fingers out of her cunt, receiving further disappointed moans in protest of his unseemly actions. But she hadn't come to his room looking for a gentleman. She had said she wanted a dog to fuck a hot bitch. Which was where all of his tauntings were eventually leading.
But not at this moment!
His hands completely abandoned her lust-trembling quim and regained their grasping holds on the oval cushions of her still pinkly glowing hindcheeks. As he resumed his rough squeezing and molding of her haunches, he eased up behind her, pressing his belly to her ass and allowing the swollen shaft of his cock to rub tantalizingly over the pouted, moist lips of her uptilted vulva.
The action nearly drove the kneeling woman up the wall with excited desire. She jerked and hunched back into him, trying to capture his rigid staff in the pocket of lust that screamed to be fucked. It was an impossible task. No matter how much she squirmed and twisted and contorted her body, the best she could achieve was to sandwich the turgid lance between the wet, pink lips of her outer labia.
It was a position that allowed him to slowly work his hips in and out, treating her to another torture of pleasure as his fat rod eased back and forth over the extended bud of her clit. He was almost casual in his approach to the situation. The drain that had been placed on his seminal reserves in the past twenty-four hours was unbelievable. He was in no great rush to conclude this enticing nocturnal visit.
However, for the sexy brunette kneeling on her hands and knees before him, the biological need was a completely different matter. Every cell in her body was red hot for the taste of his promised cock, a cock he so tantalizingly slid over the aching lips of her cunt, yet so far from the fiery hole of her need. She shook and quivered and shuddered, aching for him to ram that thick prong deep into her body. Piteous little whimpers of wanton desire writhed from her lips.
"You bastard! You teasing bastard!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Damn you! Fuck me!"
To have continued his taunting game would have been rude, not to mention frustratingly cruel for the brunette. Despite all the nights he had left this sex-hungry woman at her door as a girl with his balls aching for relief, she was no longer the girl of his youth, but a woman with a fiery need; a need he could satisfy at the moment. He had given her the taste of what she had once provided him. Now he intended to sate her appetite with what she had refused herself time upon time.
Easing back a bit, he slid his cock's crown into the wet entrance of her pussy. His hips jerked and the full bone-hard length of his cock vanished into the heated pocket of her belly. Her pulsating folds enveloped him, squeezing down with relish. Her groan of pleasure-delight growled with bestial satisfaction from the depths of her throat.
There was no way of stopping her from getting what she wanted now. He had no intention of denying her needs any longer. He could have just knelt there motionless behind her and allowed the relentless hunching and twisting of her own body eventually to bring her the full release of lust she needed. But he didn't.
Instead, he leaned across the arched plane of her back, riding her as a dog rides a bitch in heat. His arms encircled her, his hands closing over the elongated pendulums of her tits. Clenching the resilient mounds like handles, his fingers wickedly dug into her soft, pliant flesh.
Then he fucked!
There was nothing gentle or tender about the way he took her. His hips jerking back and forth in strong, hard strokes, he ramrodded the adamantine rod of his sex in and out of the lubricant-slippery well of her cunt. Her body rocked and shuddered beneath him, jarred by the pounding impact of his pelvis. She grunted and groaned, throwing herself back to meet each driving thrust of his loins.
Harder and harder he slammed into her bucking body, plowing into the aching deeps of her aching pussy. Higher and higher she rode on the thickness filling her body, awakening the raging sensations she needed to quench her thirst.
She came!
Violently quaking and shuddering, she came with his root of flesh embedded deep within the recesses of her quim. Immediately, he halted the pounding thrusts of his cock, as he lay atop her back, soaking in the palpitating contractions of her orgasm-wracked pussy.
Anchored there, his full, rigid cock entrenched within her belly, he waited until she started her descent from the ecstasy she had achieved. Then his hips began their age-old motion once again.
Slowly at first, he eased himself in and out of her still trembling body. Hot and slippery with the overabundant flood of womanly fluids, she felt like sheer liquid fire around him, as her cuntal walls squeezed and milked at his length. Up and down in a slow rhythmic tempo, his hips rose and fell as he fed his prick into her upturned cunt.
There was still no need to rush. His balls were just beginning to feel the need to release a fresh load of come. The very fact that her thick juices were so heavy helped him maintain control over his own desire, as they lessened the friction set up by her clinging pussy.
Only when her own body was caught in the reawakening of its need, did he increase the tempo of his strokes. Pulling himself all the way out of her, so that only the throbby crown of his prick was entrenched in the mount of her cunt, he then shafted back into the volcanic heat of her interior.
She quickly picked up the rhythm of his fucking hips. Swaying gently at first, she accepted each plunge of his stiff pussy-pleaser. However, the gentle sway rapidly gave way to an insistent rocking motion that revealed her true capacity for cock. A capacity he willing filled with each increasingly strong thrust of his hips.
In and out, his unyielding column of manmeat drilled into the pink-lipped crevice of her sex. His belly bounced against the balls of her ass. She flowered around him. The folds of her cunt squeezed at his thickness and followed the gliding motion of his strokes.
Once again, her moans melted to lust-laden groans of need. Her body responded to his steady poling, hunching and waggling as her desire rose to full fervor. Ass to pelvis, they slapped into one another, as their passion soared.
He matched her this time, his balls aching to blast free another hot load of sperm and semen. He whipped himself into the enveloping folds of her pussy in deep grinding strokes. He pumped his plowing spike of white-hot need relentlessly into the lips of her pussy, almost as if he was punishing them.
She cried out as the waves of climax once more washed through her body. Gasping and moaning, her whole body was wracked by the wanton release of her lust. But still her body hunched and bucked, as if somewhere in her orgasm-clouded brain she realized that he was now rushing toward his own release.
Harder and deeper, he drove into her, abandoning his control to the writhing fires of lust consuming his groin. Deeper and deeper, he slammed his ramrodding cock into the contracting tunnel of her cunt. Harder and harder, he strove to drive himself into the recesses of her belly, balls and all.
The flames of lust rushed in a seething, sizzling path up from his balls. Through the pulsating shaft of his prick it pushed. Hot and thick, the sexual cream of his groin exploded out in a heavy fountain. He quaked and groaned as his body shuddered with each forceful blast.
He clung to her, his hands brutally clenching her tits as he emptied what surely had to be the last drops of come contained by his over-worked balls into the trembling pocket of her cunt. Spasmodically his body jerked and twitched atop her back, as he gratefully spilled his seed into the innermost depths of her belly.
Somehow, though he could not realize how, the sated brunette beneath him managed to lower herself and lay there, his weight pinning her to the floor. Together, they lay motionless for several minutes, trying to regain their breath and strength.
Eventually, as his deflating penis slowly withdrew from her come-oozing cunt, he rolled from her and collapsed on his back. Her head turned to him and her eyes opened as a smile turned up the corners of her mouth.
"I shouldn't have waited," she sighed. "But young girls can do foolish things."
He shook his head, "No complaints. It was worth the wait."
Sliding her naked body along his side, she raised herself on her elbows and kissed him, "It was worth the wait!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
He didn't bother with the travel clock that night and subsequently didn't wake until noon Saturday. He smiled as he showered. It was a well-deserved rest. He felt rested and ready to face the last events of the reunion, which, according to his mimeographed schedule, consisted of golf, swimming or tennis and a banquet early in the evening to conclude the activities.
Deciding that a quiet afternoon by the pool would be a nice change of pace, he pulled his swimming trunks from his suitcase as he dressed, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom, making a mental note to slip one of them into his suitcase before he left as a memento of the reunion.
After a quick breakfast at the motel cafe, he once again headed to the country club. A bath house out by the pool allowed him to shed his clothes in favor of the trunks. Outside the hot July sun made the water feel only that much better, as he idly floated on his back, diving occasionally to the bottom of the pool just for the hell of it.
It was on one of these dives that a light hand touched his shoulder. He twisted to find Ann swimming into his arms, kissing him quickly, then kicking toward the surface. His own legs pushed off from the bottom of the pool, following the woman.
He caught up with her again as she hung to the side of the pool. "Hope I didn't scare you," she smiled, pressing her bikini-clad body close to him, bringing back memories of last night. "But I had to say good-bye."
"Good-bye? But the reunion isn't over until tonight," he said, his hand sliding over her flaring hip.
"I know, but my husband has decided it's time to go home. He's had too much booze for two nights straight now and his stomach is acting up," she explained with a shrug of her slim shoulders. "There's not much I can do, except drive him home and put him to bed."
He really didn't know what to say, but she continued, "It's really too bod. I was looking forward to tonight. It's a hell of a long time until our next reunion. And I doubt if you'll be coming back this way before then. But... "
"We'll make it a date," he answered, realizing it was a stupid remark, but it seemed to help her. "But right now, do you think we could risk a goodbye kiss?"
"Right here? In front of everybody?" she almost gasped. It was the old story that it's all right to fool around on your husband, as long as anyone doesn't know.
He shook his head, "Yeah, right here. But nobody will notice."
"Huh?" she mumbled, not comprehending his plans.
"Under water," he said simply and sunk below the surface, pulling her with him.
As their mouths opened and their tongues sensually flicked and dueled teasingly, his hand covered the scantily veiled globes of her breasts and fondled them lovingly. They parted and she kicked away from him, swimming toward the opposite end of the pool. Breaking the surface of the water, he shook his hair from his eyes and watched her climb from the pool, hastily making her way toward the parking lot without looking back. He smiled wistfully as he swam toward a metal ladder and pulled himself from the water.
Finding an empty pool chair under one of those metal umbrellas, he stretched out and closed his eyes for a short nap. Plans that were abruptly interrupted as Rhonda approached and seated herself on the arm of his chair. The small sandy-blonde woman had a definitely distraught look on her face.
"What's up?" he questioned.
"A bad choice of phrases, Sam," she said shaking her head. "As far as Frank goes, nothing's up. Can you believe that... nothing!"
Calming her down, he had her explain the problem. As it was, Rhonda's plans for Frank and herself had progressed smoothly after she left Sam at the bar the night before. She detailed a late dinner at the motel, which happened to be the only cafe in the area open after 9 p.m.
"After that we went back to my place for a nightcap," she went on. "Everything seemed to be developing just fine. Then I asked Frank if he'd like to spend the night."
"Sounds good so far," he nodded. 'Then what happened?"
Tears welled in her brown eyes and she shuddered, "He said he'd like that if I'd make him a bed on the sofa. So I did and went off to my room, while he very gentlemanly slept on the couch."
Sam couldn't believe what he heard. No one was that stupid, except for straight and square Frank.
"Do you think I turn him off?" she sobbed. "I just don't understand. It was just like that night you set him up with me. He didn't seem to know what was happening or what to do!"
Twenty-eight-years-old and still a virgin? That was even harder for Sam to swallow. In a world where the virgin is an endangered species bordering on extinction, it was damn near science fiction. But when he reconsidered it, stranger things have been known to occur.
"Do you think something is wrong with Frank? I mean... do you think he's impotent or... queer?" She looked at him as if hoping to find some reason for their friend's strange behavior on his face.
"I don't know. I don't think so. At least Frank's never made a pass at me and he seemed more than interested in you last night," he shook his head. "Besides, a thing like homosexuality is rather difficult to keep covered up for long in a small town. I think Frank is, shall we say, inexperienced."
"Inexperienced?" she failed to grasp his meaning, then it dawned on her. "A virgin? Are you sure? I don't know... how does one go about handling that?"
"You could always rape him," he suggested with a grin. "However, let me think about it. I'll see if I can talk to Frank or something."
"That's exactly what I hoped you'd say," she smiled, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
He grinned, "I get the feeling I've been had. That all these tears were part of some devious plot" She kissed him again, "No plot, but you've been definitely had. And any time you're willing to try it again, all you've got to do is say... "
He swatted her small butt playfully, "The one problem I've never had was finding a line to get that cute little ass of yours into bed. Now get the hell out of here and let me think this situation through."
"Yes, sir," she grinned, jumping to her feet. "And remember, the troops are counting on you, general."
"Right!" he nodded, watching her walk away, her perky ass swinging delightfully from side to side. He had half a mind to follow her and provide what Frank had failed to last night. But it was Frank she wanted at the moment and he had no desire to be a fill-in for another man. Besides, if Frank was still a virgin, it was about time he corrected his high school failure and got the man laid. And if he could get Rhonda and Frank eventually together in the same bed, well, then he'd have succeeded in making two old friends happy. After all, what was an old friend for, if not that?
However, finding the solution to the problem was a different matter. It wasn't until later that afternoon that Bob Jones arrived at the reunion. While Bob and he had never been close friends in school, he found that after a couple of drinks together he had a growing liking for the tall blond man. Besides, Bob was single, handsome enough and had a bad case of just-getting-off-a-two-week-on-the-road-sales-trip-without-having-a-woman-once. The last two items were practically prerequisites for the final cog of the wheel that started spinning in his mind.
Returning to the motel before the reunion banquet for a quick change of clothes, he made a hasty call to the desk. Billy Joe was knocking at his door in a matter of minutes with a surprised look on his face when Sam placed an order for beer rather than women. Five minutes later the beer arrived and was stashed in the refrigerator. Another quick call to Evelyn and Linda and things really started to take shape.
Back at the country club, Sam cornered Frank, who agreed that tonight was definitely the time for them to share those beers he had mentioned yesterday. and yes, he'd be at Sam's motel room as soon as the banquet was over at 9 p.m.
Sam then found Bob and told him of a party that would just happen to have some of the sexiest women he'd ever met, attending. Bob grinned eagerly and nodded and agreed to be there at 10:20 p.m.
Last but not least was Rhonda, who listened tentatively as he quickly outlined the night's activities. She decided it had to be the scheme of a madman, but she loved it and would be knocking on his door at exactly 10:30 p.m.
With everything set, he nervously ate his dinner and listened to the various speakers, while keeping his fingers crossed through the whole banquet. The banquet and reunion broke up at 8:45 p.m. After some hasty good-byes and well-wishing, he pulled into the parking lot of the motel at exactly nine. Frank was right behind him. Seated and waiting in their own car three spaces from Sam's room were Evelyn and Linda, who nodded in recognition.
So far so good, he smiled.
Frank had no more than closed the door to the motel room when a knock came from behind him. Enter, much to Sam's surprise, of course, Evelyn and Linda right on schedule. Quickly making the necessary introductions, Sam took Linda's arm and led her into the bathroom to help with beers for everyone.
"What's up?" she questioned, as they hovered over the refrigerator. "You never mentioned anything about another guy being here tonight."
"That man in there is a present I brought along especially for you," he grinned, pulling the tabs from the cans. "I want you to rape him," he added casually.
"What!" the big-titted blonde's eyes widened to twice the size of saucers in disbelief. "You must be kidding! You can go to jail for rape!"
"Don't be silly," he laughed. She just stared at him, still not believing his proposal.
"You see," he continued, "Frank's a virgin. And I think it's about time he got himself laid."
"You must be kidding," she shook her head. "There's no such animal as a virgin, they're a mythological creature."
"Nope, cross my heart, etc. etc. etc.," he chuckled. "Frank's an honest-to-god virgin."
Her smiled widened, but there was still doubt in her mind, as if she were sure he was playing some type of joke on her.
"Are you game?" he asked. "Because, if you're not, I'm going to offer him to Evelyn."
"A virgin?" she asked again and he nodded. "And you want me to rape him?"
"You've got it," he smiled. "Well, what's your answer?"
"I think you must be absolutely crazy, but I think you're telling the truth and... I think it's one of the kinkest things I've ever heard. Of course I'll do it!" she grabbed his arm, as he started toward the living room. "But you've got to get Evelyn out of there. I want a chance to get to know my victim before I rape him!"
"Agreed," he answered. "But if something isn't happening by nine-thirty, I'm going to set Evelyn loose on him."
"You wouldn't, would you?" she asked, watching him nod quite affirmatively. "You would, huh? Nine-thirty it is."
"It better be," he smiled. "I'll be keeping an eye on you two for some positive results!"
Rejoining the other two for a few moments, Sam eventually managed to maneuver Evelyn back to the bedroom where he explained to the redhead exactly what was about to take place. She listened carefully with the same disbelief that Linda had shown. But it finally penetrated that he was telling the truth.
"Why'd you pick Linda? Why not me?" she pouted.
This was one reaction he wasn't prepared for. Was this new era of women's liberation creating the same desire in women for virgins that had been unreasonably perpetuated among men for ages? He had worried about one of them accepting the task of deflowering Frank. Now he found they were both only too willing to do the job.
"Because I'm a greedy, dirty young man that wanted your sexy body all to himself," he answered, opening his arms to her.
"You're lying," she smiled. "But I love it!"
She jumped into his arms with enough force to make him lose his balance and send them both tumbling back on to the bed. Her mouth was on his and her tongue was probing and flicking over his tongue and tickling at the roof of his mouth. She was all over him at once, wiggling and squirming and rubbing around in all the right places with all the right equipment.
By the time they both had to come up for air, his shirt and her blouse and bra were scattered on the floor at the side of the bed. Both his hands were eagerly busying the apple-like smallness of her tits, while she tried her best to keep her mind off the fantastic sensations he was creating long enough to work the fly down on his pants. She was unsuccessful, but after he had kissed and nibbled and sucked those succulent orbs of tit-flesh to his heart's content, he quickly disposed of his trousers and undershorts, while she peeled off her slacks and panties.
Then they were back on the bed reveling in the feel of skin on skin. Their hands explored, weaving and teasing and taunting, while their mouths met once again and their tongues flicked and darted around stirring up a sensual barrage of oral delights that sizzled downward on a direct line to their loins.
His titillating fingers darted and circled on the satin-smooth interior of her thighs for several tantalizing moments before drifting upwards to the auburn triangle of pubic moss covering the plump bulge of her pussy. As she writhed and wiggled her sinuous nakedness atop him, he easily worked a finger into the waiting mouth of her sex.
"Woman, there's a flood inside you," he whispered, as his mouth teasingly toyed with the fleshy lobe of her ear.
In a moany little sigh, she managed to reply, "I've been thinking about this ever since you called."
Apparently she was telling the truth, because after only a few playful thrust of his entrenched digit and a very small amount of fondling her clit, she came, groaning and moaning out the full extent of her release. Thoughtfully, his mouth covered hers, muffling the un-abandoned squeals of pleasure so that any progress Linda was making in the other room wasn't rudely interrupted by their own sexual romp.
Working his finger slowly in and out of her cunt, he held her close as she descended from the clouds of ecstasy her body had soared to. Eventually, her eyes pushed aside their lust-laden lids and gazed gratefully into his.
Lifting his head in an attempt to kiss her, she suddenly edged away from him and scooted down toward his crotch. Her lips found something far more interesting to occupy.
Her hand was a tight fist, as she grasped the rigid pole of his manhood and raised it into the air at an angle perpendicular to his groin. Her eyes rose to him and a coy smile danced on her lips as her face hovered a mere fraction of an inch above the throbbing head of his glands. Her lips parted and the moist pink tip of her tongue darted out, softly brushing over the plum-like crown. His testicles jumped and he moaned lowly under the rush of sensations that coursed through his anticipation-filled body.
Then, completely abandoning any further preliminary foreplay, her mouth opened wide, then wider. Her head dropped that last fraction of an inch and he watched at least half of his thick length vanish into the sweet warmth of her face. In an involuntary reaction, his hips jerked up, skewering another inch of his prick into her mouth. She gagged a little as her nostrils flared wide and her lips tightened around the ponderous tube of manmeat she accepted.
Again her eyes rolled up to him, making sure she held his full attention, as if anything else could have pulled his gaze away from that lovely face so enticingly worshipping his shaft.
Her lips tautened to a strained white and she slowly rose up the pulsing rod. Her tongue washed and laved lovingly around the thickness of the column filling her mouth. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing deeply with the intensity of her action. Again he moaned, his hips twitching and jerking ardently.
Inch by swollen inch, she climbed up the fatness of her prick until only the sensitive head of his cock remained within the shelter of her lips. Her tongue immediately went into action, licking and swirling around the blood-gorged knob of his flesh. When those predatory lips at last slipped back down his saliva-glistening length, his testicles raged with the need to release their fiery load. A need that only doubled as she cupped her long cool fingers around his ball bag and teasingly tickled at the exposed skin of his scrotum.
Mesmerized by her zealous eagerness, he watched as her head rose and fell in a rhythmic tempo. Down she dropped, her lips tightening in a puckered ring of pleasure. Up she slid, sucking and licking with all her might. In and out the stiff imposing mass of his cock moved, sheathed and resheathed in the wetness of her mouth.
He made no attempt to control the flames of lust unleashed by her prodigious oral caresses. Instead, he simply lay back watching and relishing the marvelous sensations that churned and boiled in his groin.
Up and down her head bobbed, her red hair flying in a delightful disarray. Down and up her lips rode along the massive lance of solid cock. Around and around her tongue swirled and laved as she sucked.
He came in short order, the volcanic viscosity of his loins erupting in a heavy fountain of sperm and semen. He flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and seeking to drown her tonsils in the gushing torrents of come that blasted from his testicles. She made no attempt to pull away from him. Instead her edacious mouth sucked harder at him, swallowing down the thick hot liquid of his seed. Then milking at his prick as if she would not be satisfied until she had received every drop that his balls contained, she sucked him until he was drained and dry.
Groaning, he managed to find the strength to reach down and slowly pull her lips from the pleasure aching staff of his cock. There's a point when a man can get too much of a good thing. He had just reached that point.
She understood and came wiggling back atop him, sighing as his arms closed around her nakedness, hugging her closely to him. It would have been enough just to lay there soaking in the fantastic feel of their sated bodies, but both their attentions were drawn by the obvious sounds of sex filtering into the bedroom from the living room.
"Let's go take a peek," she whispered, a wicked grin spreading over her cock-hungry lips.
"That would be spying," he chided. "You wouldn't want to do that would you?"
"As a matter of fact," she answered, "That's exactly what I want to do!"
"So do I," he grinned. 'It's not every day one gets to watch a man get raped."
Moving as silently as possible, they slid from the bed and stepped across the room to the doorway. He quickly glanced at the travel clock, which pointed to nine forty-five exactly. Peering around the door, Sam found himself suppressing a cheer of success. Linda was right on schedule and had apparently taken him at his word when he'd said he wanted her to rape Frank.
Naked and stretched out on the living room floor, Frank's face wore a grin that could only be described as one of sheer bliss. The reason for that grin was an equally naked Linda, who straddled his crotch and was earnestly rising and falling on the stiff pole of erect cock jutting from his loins.
"Mission accomplished, dammit!" Evelyn whispered softly at Sam's side. "I was hoping Linda would fail and I'd get a try at him!"
"Greedy bitch," he grinned. "Shhhhhhh, or you'll blow it!"
"I already did," she smiled coyly, then turned back to the couple on the floor.
Frank's hands reached up and grabbed the bouncing pendulums of the blonde's watermelon-like tits. She groaned in unabandoned desire. Her whole body shuddered violently, as his fingers sunk deeply into the hyper-sensitive globes of flesh.
"That's it!" she moaned. "That's it, baby! Now you've got it!"
The man's grin grew, as his hands fervently went about their enticing task of kneading and squeezing those heavy orbs of delectable breasts. He tugged and pulled, obviously fascinated by the effect his ministrations had on the woman riding atop him. Like a child that had found the pleasure of some new toy, his fingers worked at her flesh with ardent indulgence.
In return, the sexy blonde's body responded with alacrity. Her legs gripped to each side of his thighs, as she used them for a fulcrum for her wanton ride on that spike of manhood. The pink lips of her cunt clung to him, as she pushed herself upward. Outward they flowered, as she rose to the top of his cock, then folded in on themselves as she dropped. An action that brought deep satisfied groans from the man beneath her.
"Your mouth!" she whimpered. "Use your month!"
Somehow, she managed to outstretch her arms and keep from falling as he tugged her forward, using her tremendous tits for handles. She didn't mind the awkward treatment, as her moans of pleasure rose when his lips closed around one of the erect nipples provocatively jutting from the tips of her breasts.
Her sensitive tits took over from there. She came, crying out and begging him not to stop. He didn't. Neither did she. Without so much as breaking her stride, she rocked up and down on him, skewering herself over and over with his bulky prodder. In and out, that rigid spike drove up into the depths of her cunt.
To Sam's surprise, the blonde was coming again. A little harder this time than last, but still her legs and hips worked as if she were desperately striving to attain some higher goal.
The man beneath began to understand her need, or else his own desire was quickly rising toward an explosive end. His hips rose and fell urgently, spearing himself into the hot pussy surrounding his shaft. His ass bounced on the floor, almost acting as a springy cushions that shot him back up into her.
Harder and faster they worked, driving themselves toward a mutual sharing of carnal delights. Up and down she pumped, her cunt slamming into his crotch as she accepted the full length of his rigid rod. Her face was an intense expression of concentration. Her head rolled back and forth on her shoulders, while her lips writhed out their need.
He bucked and slashed upward, whipping his prick in and out of the slippery pocket of her pussy. His hands and mouth still maintained their holds on her tits. He squeezed and ate at her flesh, as if he were unable to get enough of those gigantic pillows.
As Sam and Evelyn watched from the doorway unnoticed by the couple, their groans of nearness filled the room. Higher and higher they rose, their bodies pounding into each other in a lust-controlled recklessness.
Suddenly he stiffened, his body jerking upward to send every swollen inch of his cock into the fiery channel of her body. Gallon upon gallon of virgin come spewed out from his balls, gratefully emptying themselves into the velvet-like crevice of her pussy. His whole body shuddered and shook spasmodically under the intense pleasure of that moment.
Simultaneously the woman that rode atop him cried out in a deep-throated animal-like growl of lust unleashed. For the third time in rapid succession she came. Her body matched his for its violent quakings and tremblings, as she reached the plateau of pleasure she sought and soared away on the winds of ecstasy.
So far damn good, Sam patted himself on the back, mentally, as he glanced at the redhead beside him, who was as obviously turned on by their voyeurism as he was. While he was only too ready and willing to do something about her situation, another glance at the travel clock indicated he had less than three minutes until the next phase of his plan began.
Instead of taking Evelyn into his arms again, he walked to the refrigerator and pulled out four fresh beers. By the time the red-head and he entered the living room, Linda and Frank were lying side by side, trying to catch their breath after their draining activities. Taking a few sips from the can Sam handed him, Frank finally managed to work himself up into a sitting position.
Sam had no sooner seated himself on the sofa than a knock came at the door. He rose and opened it to admit Bob, who had arrived right on time, according to Sam's time schedule. The blonde man's eyes nearly popped out of his head when they fell to the naked bodies of Evelyn and Linda.
"Take your clothes off and get to know everybody," Sam said casually, trying to repress his laughter at the man's surprise. "Meanwhile, I think I promised you a beer."
"Right," Bob muttered, as he moved to the couch, taking Sam's place next to Evelyn, who seemed willing enough to get to know the newcomer better.
As he pulled the extra can from the refrigerator, Frank suddenly strolled through the doorway, a cocksure smile on his face.
"Look," he started, pausing as if unsure how to put what he wanted to say into words. "I just want to thank you for the beer and... "
"And Linda?" Sam smiled, as his friend nodded. "That's what friends are for."
There was another knock at the door and Sam glanced at the clock, commenting aloud, "And that should be Rhonda."
"Rhonda!" Frank gasped. "Rhonda's coming here?"
"Nope," Sam answered. "She's here. That's her at the door."
"My god! She can't find me here, like this!" Frank muttered, as he darted into the living room and gathered up his clothes, only to scurry back into the bedroom. "Don't let her come in here. Please, Sam."
Sam nodded, lying to his friend, because this was exactly the way he wanted Rhonda to find him. Turning, he walked into the living room and answered the door. Rhonda entered, glancing around with an amused smile, then turned to Sam.
"Well, it certainly appears that you�_(tm)re crazy scheme is working," she grinned.
"Everything's A-O.K.," he returned her grin. "You'll find Frank in the bedroom, probably trying to climb into his pants. And Rhonda, be gentle with him."
"Aren't I always?" she winked and quickly disappeared into the bedroom.
There was a startled gasp, but after that Sam didn't hear a sound, as his attentions were suddenly diverted to the titsy blonde Linda, who reached up, grabbed one of his arms and pulled him down to the floor beside her.
"Sam Coit, you're something else, did you know that?" she smiled, emphasizing her sincerity with a long, tongue-flicking, lingering kiss. "That has to be the nicest gift any man has ever brought me."
"Don't get a taste for Frank," he smiled. "That man's already spoken for."
"Mmmmmmmm," she pouted, then grinned as a wicked gleam flashed in the blueness of her eyes. "What about you. Are you spoken for?"
"Not at the minute," he answered.
"Then let me get the first word in," she replied, her mouth once more covering his and her tongue darting over the roof of his mouth.
For several minutes they lay there on the floor getting re-acquainted with each other's body. Her hands had sandwiched themselves down between their tightly pressed bodies and were busy working on his cock, transforming it from a limp hose back into a turgid length of meaty desire. His own hands were far from inactive, as he squeezed and kneaded the plump knoll of her cunt and treaded his fingers into the almost flaccid balls of her tits.
"You're going to bring me off," she moaned, when their mouths finally separated. "You know how sensitive my knockers are."
"Yeah," he smiled, leaning over just enough to let his tongue tip taunt at one of the little reddish-brown buds of her nipples that jutted stiffly into the air. "I was just wondering how these lovely breasts would react to a good fuck."
"What?" she questioned, not comprehending what was coursing through his mind.
"I was just thinking these marvelous tits would probably go wild if they were to get a taste of cock," he grinned lewdly, letting both his palms cover the shimmering domes of her breasts and press firmly down, then mash them together. "All I'd have to do is just let my prick slide right in through here and... "
He didn't have to explain his plans further. The blonde was trembling with excitement just with the mere thought of his manly shaft sliding in and out of her hypersensitive breasts. She wiggled in a squirmy quiver of arousal, as his hands clasped down around his cock with determination.
"Flat on your back," he commanded, watching as she eagerly complied.
As she stared up, her eyes wide with relish, he scooted to her side and straddled the bulging expanse of her chest, lowering himself just enough to let his prick settle down in the warm valley separating her breasts. An uncontrollable quake of lust raced through her body at the intimate contact.
Reaching down, he grasped the curving circumference of each of those super-jugs and mashed them together so that his rod was covered in the summery warmth of tit flesh. She quivered and squirmed around beneath him, her ass swishing in an arousing hiss over the carpet His hips did a couple of quick jerks to give her a sample of what he had on tonight's sexual menu, eliciting a submissive groan of abandonment to his will.
"Just like this," he smiled down at her. "I want you to hold everything just like this."
She nodded enthusiastically, her own hands caressing the sides of her breasts and squelching them tightly around the stiff lance of cock sandwiched between them.
"Now," she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with glee. "Fuck 'em! Fuck my knockers!"
Firmly planting his palms on the floor to each side of her head, he proceeded to do just that. Easing back, the unbending column of his loveshaft glided slowly out of the tunnel of her titflesh. Her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the delicious contact of his moving genitals. Trembles of excitement quaked through her, setting those gigantic mounds of breasts to quivering like bowls of hot jelly.
He slid back into the velvety smooth channel of her breasts. The friction on the gorged head of his cock was fantastic. There were no natural lubricants to ease the movement of skin on skin. If she were feeling the marvelous warmth of his cock, his sensations were at least triple that.
"It's fantastic!" she moaned. "God, why didn't I ever think of this before!"
It was a weekend for virgins, he smiled, as he once again withdrew from the valley that surrounded him, First there was Rhonda and he had treated her to her first taste of a man's tongue in her vagina. Then, she had wrapped her virgin lips around his cock in a most beautiful way of saying "thank you."
Then there was virgin Frank, whom the super-stacked blonde now moaning under his slowly stroking cock had just raped. In return, her hypersensitive breasts were getting their first fucking.
Pulling out, he watched the hard rod of his sex slide from the tightly mashed contours of her jugs. Then with only the reddened crown of his prick surrounded by the milk-white flesh, he pushed back in. The soft, smooth breasts gave way before his rigid presence forming a tunnel around him. Deeply he shafted until the plum-like glands glided free, nudging their way up her neck and tapping at her chin. A thin, glistening trail of pre-seminal juices were left in the wake of his movement.
She was loving it. There was no doubt in his mind to that fact. Her head slowly rocked back and forth on her shoulders in rhythm to the pumping of his pelvis and the sliding of his throbbing shaft. Her hands urgently gripped her own breasts, kneading them and squeezing them tighter and tighter. A sight that nearly caused his balls to lose their load prematurely. There's something damn sexy about a woman fondling her own tits. He tried to ignore the arousing sight, but his gaze would eventually find its way back to that creamy flesh squelching up deliciously through her own fingers and those stiff nipples and the thumbs that rubbed and rolled them.
While his hips rocked back and forth in a steady even stroke, he delighted in this tit-fucking, finding no need to rush. He doubted that the blonde was in any bigger hurry. Instead he simply eased in and out of that creamy tunnel enveloping his cock, soaking in the prodigious sensations released by each gliding movement.
He matched his rate by the woman lying under him. As her squirmy wiggles grew stronger, he increased the power of his thrust between her tightly mashed tits. As her groans rose higher and higher, becoming more and more demanding, his pelvis jumped in a quick tempo that set off writhing tremors of desire within her body.
If her sandwiched tits had presented a warm shelter for his cock when they had begun, it was now a hot, burning tunnel of flesh that had his prick afire like a brand. Her hands were now desperately squeezing into the balls of her mammary mounds. She groaned in a whimpering voice of lust with each poling jerk of his hips.
With each stroke, he increased the might of his lunges. Hard and fast, he wrenched his pelvis back and shafted through the reddening pocket, driving himself through the valley of her tits and out the other side. The tremors of her body increased with each thrust of his prick. Her body rocked and writhed under him. Her lips were open, begging for it harder and faster.
He obliged as best he could, watching the tremoring thrills of her desire grow to full-fledged flesh quakes. She shook and thrashed, still squeezing tightly against her tits. She writhed and squirmed, grunting and groaning, as she gave herself completely to the lust that consumed her body.
Then she came!
Her whole body shuddered violently under the tremendous surges of pleasure that shattered her being, then reassembled it only to blast it into sexual oblivion once again.
The effects of her release were unbelievable. Suddenly his balls were possessed by a lashing fire of need. Hot and burning, his lust would no longer be denied.
Hard and stiff, he bucked into the glowing red tunnel of her titflesh. His strokes were rough, almost brutal, as he pounded himself into her tits. Hotter and raging, his testicles were afire as the volcanic load of come began its journey upward toward release.
Back and forth in a desperate rhythm, his ass rocked, driving the friction-devoured length of his cock. His body was tense, like steel cables stretched to the breaking point. He grunted and groaned, as the animal-like need of his body controlled his every movement.
He came, hot and thick. He spilled out the seed of his groan. In heavy spurts, the steaming cream of sperm and semen gushed out the swollen tip of his cock, splattering over the whiteness of her neck.
As if suddenly coming out of a trance, the blonde beneath him abruptly jerked her head up, bending her neck in a sharp bow and opening her mouth. He threw himself forward, summoned by those silent lips. The lust-gorged head of his prick shot into the welcoming shelter of her mouth.
Groaning, he trembled as her lips closed around his fatness. He jerked and quaked as each thick fountain of come blasted from his glands and exploded into the oral chalice of her mouth.
Somehow in that strained position, she managed to swallow down the juices of his release. Then her tongue was there, gently laving and washing over his agitated cockshead. She sucked at him delicately in a tender loving caress. Locked together, cock to mouth, neither of them moved for several minutes as they savored the full extent of their carnal fulfillment.
Then he eased his quiescent penis from her lips and lowered himself beside her on the floor. She moved into the hollow of his shoulder and snuggled closely, as they both turned their attentions to the couple on the sofa, who were lost in their own pleasures of the flesh.
In a scene reminiscent of Sam's coupling with Ann the night before in this same room, Bob was on his knees behind the red-headed waitress. His hands were securely anchored into the fleshly mounds of her upturned ass. Evelyn was before him on hands and knees, accepting the full measure of his cock as it drilled into the wet sluice of her cunt.
The slender woman's body jarred soundly as the man behind pumped a fat seven inches up into her sexual gash. The apple-like roundness of her small breasts was gone now, as gravity took over, drawing their weight downward and forming two sharply peaked cones that jiggled and jostled under the impact of his driving thrusts.
"Deep!" the flaming-haired beauty pleaded, as her head dangled limply from her shoulder. Ram it deep!"
He willingly complied with her request. His hips jerked back, exposing the majority of his slickened prick. His ass tightened visibly into two boulders of tense muscles. His thighs bulged with the same tension. Then he jerked, throwing his pelvis into the sleek curves of her ass with a fleshy thud.
"Ahhharraggahh!" she cried out in a startled whimper of delight, as his cock once more packed its bigness into her belly.
Back his hips wrenched once again. Her body tensed in anticipation of the slamming thrust that would come. Her fingers dug into the cushions of the couch, securing a hold that would support her against the onslaught of ramrodding cock.
Slap!
His pelvis popped against her ass and his shaft vanished into the uptilted slit of her pussy, impaled deep within the hot furrow of her belly. A twisted look of concentration was on her face, as she squeezed down on the thick column, tightening her cunt so that it fit around the contours of his rod like a tailored glove. Her action drew a pleasure groan from the man behind her, then she relaxed.
A wet sucking sound drifted above their moans and sighs, as he wrenched back, slithering his prod from her quim. Outward he came, reversing the motion of his hips, as the blood-filled head of his rod nestled in the scalloped pinkness of her inner lips. Like a spear, he knifed back into her, once again packing her tremulous sex groove with hot cock and jarring her whole body.
In an abrupt change of techniques, the man behind her suddenly abandoned his grip on her ass and swung his arms around the slim circle of her waist. His fingers shot down to her crotch, finding the aroused nubbin of her clit.
The results were immediately apparent. Like a wild woman, her body bucked and shuddered under the high-voltage jolt of pleasure. A loud incoherent groan was ripped from her throat as she threw her head back.
Without missing a stroke, his hips pumped back and forth, feeding her pussy the swollen inches of manmeat it begged for. Hot and tight, she gripped and squeezed at him. Her body fell into the rhythm of his movements. She twisted and wiggled her ass, whipping him around within the liquid warmth of her satin folds, as he shafted in and out.
Every muscle in her body seemed to tense as she drew closer toward the promise of the ultimate pleasure. A long, low groan, starting at the bottom of her throat, worked its way out, rising octaves to a squealing wail of delight. Her body shuddered, then abandoned itself to the waves of ecstasy that washed through her.
Like a maelstrom, the exploding passion of her body threw her to the heights of pleasure on a skyrocketing ride of joy. She groaned and panted, no longer aware of the world around her.
The man's next move drew a sharp startled gasp from the' blonde nestled on Sam's shoulder. A reaction he admittedly shared.
Wrenching himself free from the contracting cunt that sleeved his sex, Bob once more grasped the oval cheeks of the redhead's ass. He pulled the pink mounds of flesh apart, briefly exposing the dark little ring of the woman's anus. And for that same brief instant, his cock glistening with a coating of her cuntal juices, twitched and throbbed in the air, its swollen head looking red and angry.
His hips once more moved forward. His glands pressed against the puckered mouth of her asshole and his pelvis jerked.
In one quick, deep thrusting motion, he sunk himself into the tight pocket of the waitress's ass. She cried out, not so much in pain, but in total surprise at the man's invasion of her bowels. Then her ass waggled and undulated around the thick column of his shaft.
It was his turn to groan, as his body shuddered and quaked. Two weeks without a woman, Sam remembered Bob mentioning, as he watched the man release the lust that had been confined too long in his balls.
The vise-like grip of the rectum he had buried himself in was impossible to escape from. But he had no intention of escaping. All he wanted was to empty the burning flood of sperm and semen that gushed out from the pulsating crown of his prick.
Spurt after spurt effused from his balls and splattered into the glove-like sleeve of her ass. Fountain upon fountain of come jetted out of his cock, wracking him with indescribable waves of pleasure.
He filled her, then the blasting torrent of his lust-cream overflowed the edacious mouth of her anus and oozed whitely down the pink interior of her thighs. No longer able to maintain his balance, he collapsed on the arched plane of her back. In a chain reaction, her own shaky balance crumbled and they tumbled in a mass of writhing flesh onto the sofa. Neither of them moved as they rode the last tremors of their mutual satisfaction.
"It looks like your friend Bob wasn't a virgin," Linda whispered, as she glanced up at Sam.
"I think that is what is called a classical understatement," he smiled, placing two fingers under her chin and gently kissing her full red lips. "You dug the hell out of taking Frank's cherry, didn't you?"
"Mmmmm Hmmmmmm," she grinned. "Think there's any more of your friends suffering from the same ailment?"
He shook his head, "But if I happen to find any, I know just the medicine they need for a quick cure."
The mention of Frank once more stirred the voyeur in him. Making the excuse he was going to retrieve fresh beers from the refrigerator, Sam left Linda's side and quickly walked to the bedroom door.
The room was empty!
Somehow Rhonda and Frank had managed to slip out of his motel suite without being noticed. He glanced at the bed and its rumpled covers. If the signs were any hint as to what had transpired in the room, his plan had been quite successful.
Smiling with smug satisfaction at his own brilliance, he pulled a beer from the fridge, toasted his two friends, then strode back to the living room to rejoin the party.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The travel clock went off like a time bomb within his head. Dragging himself from the bed, he stumbled across the room to the dresser and managed to shut off the insistent ringing before it took off the top of his head.
Eleven o'clock. He stared at the clock face trying to remember why the hell he had bothered to set the thing to begin with. Then it dawned on him. It was Sunday. The reunion was over. And the motel's check-out time was noon.
An hour remained to get himself into some shape, pack and check out. He shook himself, as he staggered into the bathroom and turned on the shower faucets full blast. Stepping in, he let the jetting streams cascade over his body, slowly washing away the numbness that seemed to permeate every cell of his body. Eventually the fog clouding his brain lifted enough for him to climb out of the shower and face himself in the mirror. With the aid of his trusty toothbrush and a strong mouthwash, he was able to eliminate the thousand or two dead cats that inhabited his mouth, resulting from too many beers and cigarettes the night before.
He ran his hand over the rough stubble sprouted over his chin. He pondered shaving for a moment, the decided he'd let it go until tomorrow. There was no need to look presentable while on the road.
Back in the bedroom, he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt and quickly slipped into them. Comfort rather than style once more governed his choice of clothing for the long drive. Taking his suitcase from the closet, he neatly arranged the clothes he brought hut had not worn in one side, then crammed the soiled clothing into the vacant compartment.
Glancing in the refrigerator, he noted there were still two complete six packs left. He toyed with the idea of getting one of those Styrofoam ice chests, then decided he'd leave the beer for the maids.
Snapping the suitcase closed, he settled down on the bed and gazed around the room, making one last check to make sure he was leaving nothing behind. As far as he could tell, he wasn't.
A knock came from the door. He smiled. There was something he had forgotten, one of those white bath towels. Making a mental note to slip one into his suitcase, he rose and answered the door.
It was Joanna.
The woman's presence startled him. After Friday night, he had never expected to see her again, or wasn't sure that he desired another meeting. For several seconds, he just stood there, staring at her, as if he were unable to believe she was outside. Her eyes were held by his for an instant then drifted to her feet.
"Sam, I'm sorry to intrude," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "I wasn't even sure you'd still be here. I called Rhonda and she told me where you were staying. I know you'd probably just as well avoid this meeting, but I had to see you before you left... not so much for me, but for you."
He didn't know what to say. She was obviously uneasy about coming to his room. Her gaze would rise to his face, then dart off in another direction only to return for another brief second. She held her hands tightly before her, her fingers looking as if they would knot at any moment.
"Will you invite me in?" she asked, her words almost a plea.
He nodded, stepping aside to admit her, then closing the door behind her. Her gaze quickly took in the room, as she walked to the sofa and seated herself, trying to look casual and composed. She failed. Her nervousness was so apparent that he felt uneasy, regretting having let her in.
"Please sit down," she requested, her hand lightly patting the cushion next to her. "I promise I won't take long."
Again he nodded and took his seat. The vibrations coming from her would have knocked anyone over. She was uptight and strained with tension. But over riding it all was a strange determination to complete what she had come for.
"Look, Joanna," he said, "if this is about Friday, there's no need for an explanation. It's just something that happened and we can leave it like that."
She shook her head as she glanced up at him, tears welling in her eyes, "I can't leave it like that... not with you. What happened the other night wasn't fair... "
She paused as if trying to find the courage and the words to continue, "... I don't know what I was expecting Friday night. I guess I still had some romantic images of a knight in white armor who would come along and erase the past and take me off to another world. But whatever was going through my head, it wasn't fair to you."
"I'm certainly no knight in shining armor," he smiled. "The wicked magician was always more to my liking."
She attempted a smile, hut her lips did little more than tremble, "No, you have certain qualities that would put you in the knight category. That you don't realize this makes you all the more attractive to a damsel in distress."
He shook his head, "No, you're wrong. I'm simply a man, nothing more, nothing less. It's enough being that without taking on any fake roles. And you're a woman and a very attractive one that would draw any normal, healthy red-blooded man."
Again she tried to smile, "But I'm distressed... and not too sure if I'm healthy or not. I know I'm not normal. I'm sure you noticed the same thing."
She paused once more, attempting to gather her thoughts, "I guess you've heard the rumors about my marriage and my frigidity?"
"I don't pay much attention to rumors," he answered. 'The woman I was making love with Friday night wasn't frigid. She was frightened, but I didn't know that at the time."
"Frightened and frigid," she persisted "I just couldn't go through with it. It wasn't the first time it's happened. My husband couldn't understand and he ran from me like I was a carrier of the plague."
He started to reply, but she shook her head, "Let me finish. I've never been able to say it before, but you've always been special to me. I can't let you go away the way I left you Friday night.
"It wasn't just my husband," if she had been nervous before, he could almost see her trying to crawl out of her skin now. "It goes back a lot further than that... it happened when I was thirteen."
He listened as she explained, visualizing her at that age, young, just coming into womanhood, the rise of her pubis maturing and bushing with a soft down, while her breasts were no more than small swollen apples ripening with her biological changes.
"My mother had gone to visit relatives for the weekend," she continued, "leaving me alone with my stepfather. I don't know if you ever met him. He died in a car accident a few months after that weekend...
"... Anyway, it was Saturday night and he had been drinking a little too much. I was in my room preparing for bed when I noticed the door to my room was opened. My stepfather was standing there staring at me with a strange leer on his face," she said. "He came into the room, smiling and talking in a soft voice, telling me how beautiful I was and how he had been watching me develop into a 'little lady.' "I tried to move away from him, but he reached out and threw me atop the bed. His hands were all over me, feeling and squeezing. I fought him in an attempt to escape, but he slapped me several times. I was frightened and in a daze, but when finally I shook free of it, he was on top of me and... "
She stopped, her voice quavering, then breaking as she tried to hold hack the sobs that came with the painful memories. He gently eased her to him, trying to comfort and soothe her, but realizing there was nothing he could do. Joanna wanted to get this all off her chest and all he could really do was listen.
Her sobs subsided a bit and she began again, "All I remember after that was the pain. He left and I felt ashamed and dirty, thinking that I had somehow caused the whole incident.
"It really screwed up my whole head." she glanced up at him. "I couldn't tell anybody what had happened, especially my mother. As I matured, it only got worse. I wanted to be like the other girls, but I couldn't!
"When I met Harry, my husband of one week," she detailed, "I thought he was different. He seemed so gentle and understanding. Then on our wedding night, it was just like my stepfather. He wanted me and he wouldn't be denied. He refused to listen to me and my pleas. He ripped off my nightgown and raped me, although there's no law that says a man can't rape his wife... it was still rape."
She shuddered in his arms as she remembered. He pulled her even closer, gently caressing her.
"For six nights it was the same thing. Then that last night, I found his revolver in his desk. When he came to our room I held it out and said I'd shoot him if he came closer. He realized I was serious. And I was. I would've emptied that gun into him before I'd let him touch me again. He filed for a divorce the next morning."
"Shhhhhh," he whispered, lifting her chin and lightly kissing her lips, then wiping away her tears with a fingertip. "It's all right now. They're not here and nobody in this room is going to hurt you."
"It's not all right," she shook her head. "I thought it was, but then Friday night, no matter how I tried to forget, I couldn't. I wanted you, Sam. I really did, but I came on too strong and you answered in the only way you could. It was just happening too fast. I tried to fight my fear, but even with all those wonderful things that were happening within me, I just couldn't forget."
His arms closed around her again, holding her tightly, trying to soothe away the trembling of her body. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, until he finally broke the silence. "I don't know what to tell you. But I'm not your stepfather or your ex-husband. All men aren't like that, though god knows, it sometimes appears this society tries to perpetuate the myth that all a man has to do is ram himself into a woman and she's supposed to be satisfied."
"I know," she whispered. "I think you're that type of man, a different one that is. One who cares. And I thought that Friday night would prove it to me. But it wasn't your fault. It was mine... I was hoping... "
He lifted her chin and kissed her, their lips brushing together for an instant then retreating. Her eyes rose to his and stayed there, "Oh, Sam, give me another chance, please. I know it will be different with you."
He didn't answer, except to lean forward, once again letting their lips softly meet. She made no attempt to draw away from him, but instead seemed to melt warmly against his chest. Her lips trembled, then opened. He didn't drive his tongue into the sweet warmth of her oral shelter. Instead, he let the tip of his tongue teasingly play at the entrance of her mouth.
Her own oral digit slowly extended to meet his, then darted into his mouth exploring and probing. Slow and gentle, he repeated to himself as the tip of her tongue tapped at the roof of his mouth, control yourself and take it slow and easy.
He wanted this woman. He had always wanted her and he wanted to make damn sure that she wanted him. Trying to ignore the stirrings of his loins and the rising of his cock, lie pulled her to him and held her in a firm embrace that was meant to tell her that she was doing just fine, as much as it was designed to comfort her.
When his tongue finally slithered into her mouth, she was ready for it. She welcomed him as their entwining oral digits cajoled and taunted and titillated. The noon check-out time for his room was completely forgotten as he lost himself in the enticing rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts against his chest. The two stiff mounds seemed to be trying to stab their proud forms into his flesh.
Together they drifted down on the sofa, laying side by side, letting her accustom herself to the feel of his body. Even through the cotton dress she wore, the inciting warmth of her body penetrated to his fingertips. She was trembling again, no longer from the painful memories of her confession, but from the desire that suffused through her body.
She sighed softly as their lips parted. Her eyes opened and gazed over his face. She smiled, still unsure of herself, but quite willing to place herself in his hands.
"Make love with me," he whispered. "Not to me, but with me. There'll be no taking, only a sharing."
She nodded and lifted her mouth to his again. Her tongue resinned its delightful gyrations of pleasure for minutes that seemed like hours. When they finally parted again, his mouth moved to her ear, his tongue and teeth busying its delicate lobe of flesh. She moaned softly as her arousal grew. Her hands tightened on his back, pulling him harder against the soft willingness of her body.
Down her gracefully sloping neck his tongue moved, creating a series of provocative thrills that only increased the moans coming from her lips. She swayed under him, mashing the proud cones of her breasts to fleshy globes and rolling them against his chest.
With languor, his tongue drifted over the soft flesh of her throat, finding its downward course blocked by the high neckline of her dress.
They were in an awkward position. There was no way he could manage to slip that dress from her while they were lying on the sofa. And he had no desire to interrupt the soothing effects of their embrace. There was only one way to solve the problem. His mouth returned to hers and his arms encircled her waist, easing her with him as he rose.
Standing there, her hands roving his back, his own fingers found and unclasped a single snap at the back of her dress. He fumbled for a moment, then slid the zipper down its jagged-tooth path. His hand then rose to her shoulders and slipped the cloth down over the smooth slopes. She hesitated again, then let her arms drop, as she moved back a half step. The dress fell in a bunched heap around her ankles. In a toe-kicking motion, she stepped free and removed her shoes at the same time.
"Just stand there a moment," he smiled. "I just want to look at you for a moment. You really are beautiful, you know."
She was. He had never had any doubts that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, bar none. And he damn sure wanted her to know that. His cock rose to its stiff, full, rigid length, as his eyes slowly drifted over her. She was a tall woman with long, slender, shapely legs and firm breasts that jutted toward him as her chest rose and fell. But she appeared almost fragile standing there dressed only in a pale pink bra and matching panties that hinted at the dark triangle of her pubic mound beneath.
"I feel self-conscious," she said softly, her eyes remaining on his.
"You shouldn't," he answered. "You are beautiful. I don't think I could ever get enough of just looking at you."
She trembled, obviously pleased with his words.
"But if you want," he added. "I'll stop."
"No," she shook her head and smiled in an embarrassed manner. "I like the way you look at me. I always have. It's just that I feel self-conscious about it. Maybe if I had something to look at it would help. I remember how you used to look when we went swimming together... "
He kissed her and smiled, "No more need be said. I'll remedy the situation."
His fingers immediately went to work, tucking under his t-shirt and peeling it over his head. He then worked his blue jeans off and stood there for a moment, letting her eyes drift over his body. Occasionally her gaze would move to the thick bulge straining from beneath his shorts, but it never lingered there for more than a second.
"I feel like a teen-age girl," she said. "I want to see you completely in the buff."
"We'll take care of that in a moment. But don't you think we should move into the bedroom?" he answered.
He had no intent of letting her see his cock, not right now that was, not until after she had felt the full pleasure of their bodies together. He had no want to risk her associating the needy looking hardness of his penis with that of her step-father's and ex-husband's.
She nodded and shivered with anticipation, as his arm circled her waist and guided her to the king-size bed. Lowering her to her back, he eased himself down at her side, soaking in the luxurious heat of her skin against his. They embraced again. This time when they parted, his finger had worked free the clasps of her bra and he slid it from her arms.
The effect of the moonlight the other night had been deceptive. Her breasts were far from milk white. Instead, they were a slight summery tan that matched the rest of her supple nakedness. Joanna apparently believed in sun bathing in the nude. A mental image of this seductive goddess lying on a blanket completely naked except for the sun above flashed through his mind, causing his testicles to churn with arousal. It was a sight he would like to view someday. But right now he was much more interested in the real thing, rather than some mental titillation.
His mouth covering hers again, he worked his hands slowly from her shoulder to the proud peaks of her breasts. Langurously, his palms glided around the sleek cones, reveling in their sexual warmth. Her flesh seemed to glow. She quivered and squirmed a bit next to him, as his circling hand climbed up the jutting pinnacles of pleasure and his fingers tenderly caressed the quiescent nipples topping them.
Lovingly he toyed with the flaccid buds, enticing them with a flourish tingling sensations that brought an aroused life to the twin buds in preparation for his mouth, which moved from her lips to one of the stiff crests. Continuing his tender caresses, his tongue slowly circled the dark mushroom of flesh, awakening new desires within her young body.
He sucked and nibbled gingerly at the sensitive nubbin, savoring the womanly taste of her body, a taste that was slightly spiced with the smell of her perfume. When he had completely satisfied himself with the fattening bud, his mouth drifted across her chest and encompassed the sister peak to repeat his oral ministrations.
She moaned as his tongue and lips circled and kissed and sucked, while his hands continued their diligent fondling and caressing of her resilient breasts. A sexual fire of glowing coals was burning in her chest. Its heat suffused on a direct line to her loins and the moist cleft that prepared itself for his ultimate entry. She sighed, her hands gratefully cradling his cheeks, feeling them hollow as he sucked at her nipples. Her back pushed up from the bed and his mouth opened, accepting a full face of her succulent titflesh.
As she writhed in a languid lolling motion beside him, he slipped a hand from one of her beautiful breasts and slowly let it drift down over the flatness of her stomach. His fingers tucked beneath the elastic band of her panties and inched them downward. She raised her ass and wiggled some, helping him work them over her smooth thighs. Then she kicked them free and stretched out beside him, her complete nakedness pressing warmly against his body.
Returning to his original intent, his hand wove through the silk-like strands of her pubic down. Cautiously, her thighs opened to his exploration, allowing his palm to cup around the womanly protuberance of her vulva. With soft insistence, he gently stroked the fleshy knoll of her lovemound, rubbing and massaging new arousal within her body.
Her legs opened wider for him, as he squeezed and kneaded his fingers into her cuntal mound. Her hips reacted, slowly rising and falling in rhythm with his commanding grasp. She writhed and wiggled with the squirming excitement instigated by his persistent manipulation of her pussy. She moaned and whimpered under the dual stimulation of his mouth and hands.
Allowing his index finger to sandwich itself between the plump lips of her labia, he slid it back and forth within the moist flow of her sexual juices, only teasingly brushing against the extended bud of her clit. Each steadily gliding stroke elicited sharp, sucking sounds from her lips, as she gasped for her breath under the profuse sensations that sizzled in her loins.
His inquisitive finger then gingerly moved deeper within her body, edging through the inner lips of her labia and into the moist tunnel of her vagina. In a slow-motion twisting movement, he swirled around within her cuntal walls, arousing ever newer and hotter thrills within the cleft of her sex.
Letting her excitement mount, he eased his digit in and out of her open quim in a gently stroking fashion, while his other fingers continued to knead the now pleasure-aching mound of her pussy.
"Good," she murmured. "It feels so good!"
The next step was tricky, but he managed it without too much awkwardness. Abandoning her breasts, his mouth once more traveled up her neck and possessed her lips. Simultaneously, he slipped his finger from her heated cunt and then worked his jockey shorts over his hips and kicked them off.
She stiffened as he slid atop the luxurious bed of her voluptuous body, his hands once more encompassing the proud cones of her breasts. She whimpered in a piteous little cry of confusion, a confusion that stemmed from desire and fear, as the bulgy head of his prick nestled against the silk-fringed gash of her sex.
"Relax," he whispered, while his hands reassuringly stroked her breasts, lovingly fondling them. "Relax. There'll be no pain this time. None at all. I promise."
"Yes," she mumbled, still unsure, but equally unwilling to abandon the pleasure he promised. "All at once. I want you to come into me all at once. That way it will be quick and... uhahharaaahhhhhhhh!"
His hips jerked and slammed inward, shafting his full length into the liquid warmth of her interior. There was no pain, as he had promised, only the sudden surprise of his unexpected invasion. Her body stiffened a little more, but there was no time to be afraid before the great satisfaction of their coupling suffused warmly through her body.
"Yes," she cried out, filled with the fantastic feel of him. "Yes, yes, yes!"
She hugged him close, kissing his lips and his neck and playfully nipping at his shoulders. The tight tunnel of her sex squeezed down around his thickness, but this time, the reaction came not in fear, but in relish, as she felt out the rigid strength of his cock. Again and again, she squeezed and relaxed the walls of her cuntal folds, as if she were attempting to suck him deeper inside the heated recesses of her belly.
The luxury of her velvet-lined channel of love surrounded him, completely sleeving his swollen shaft from the tip of its blood-engorged glands to the thick circumference of its base. Marvelous! She felt absolutely marvelous, so tight and hot around him, as she squeezed and sucked at his bigness. There was a pleasure in and of itself just lying there feeling the heat of her body bathing his prick; just lying there with her sleek and smooth body pressed warmly beneath his. It was a youthful dream come true and a man's desires attained. If that had been all there was to be, it would have been enough.
But there was more. He had promised her a sharing of carnal pleasures and that exactly what he intended to provide.
Slowly, he lifted his pelvis and drew the entrenched length of his fleshy root out from the innermost depths of her belly. She moaned, her tight, moist folds clamping around his shaft, as if unwilling to relinquish the satisfaction of having him implanted fully within the chamber of her cunt. The squeezing clutch of her vaginal muscles was unbelievable. She gripped at him like a third hand. Sensual ripples of sensations washed along his length, caressing each and every inch he eased from her taut channel.
Upward he worked, until his cock was once more poised at the entrance to her belly. Then he reversed course, slowly gliding back into the waiting depths of her core. The fat, desire-swollen head of his prick opened her vagina to him. The clamping tightness of those velvety folds gave way before the ponderous mass of his glands, molding themselves to the imposing contours of his shaft.
Down he eased himself, filling her with his thickness. Gently packing her to the brim with hot, long hard cock, he sank into her belly. She clamped down around his fully enveloped loveshaft and wiggled her hips a bit, setting off all sorts of fantastic cartwheels in his balls.
"I'm full," she sighed, her black eyes gleaming with relish. "You feel so hard and big in me, so demanding... yet so warm and gentle at the same time. I knew you'd be like this. I knew it would be good with you!"
"Woman, you have no idea what you do for my ego," he smiled, kissing her lovingly, then increasing the passion of their embrace as his tongue swirled within her mouth.
With the same mounting desire, his hips swung up and down in a steadily increasing tempo that left her gasping in surprised delight. In and out he worked, riding her for every ounce of pleasure he could provide and loving every minute of it. He had no flaming desire to come. He only wanted to be inside this raven-tressed goddess, feeling the marvelous excitement of her body. Excitement he had awakened and now would fulfill.
The aroused flood of her womanly fluids secreted in a heavy flow from the walls of her cunt, washing him in liquid heat, a sea of sexual honey. Hot and squeezing, her pussy and its pink folds of delectable pleasure grasped covetously at his unyielding spike of manhood, as he burrowed into them time and time again.
Possessively, her legs locked around him and tightened. She moaned in a long deep-throated sigh of passion as her hips picked up the sensual rhythm of his plowing strokes. His hips rose and her pelvis pulled away, the muscles of her cunt tightening marvelously. He thrust down, skewering her on the hard length of his shaft and her hips leaped upward, accepting the demanding mass of his sex.
Her fears ebbed, then completely dissipated as he poled in and out of her welcoming cunt. There was no hesitation now, no indications of frigidity. The only thing he felt beneath him was a woman and a woman that was fully engrossed in the feel of a man within her body. Her desires, wants and needs were no different now than those of any other young, healthy woman with the awakening realizations of the pleasures of sex; the pleasures that can he shared by a man and woman.
Releasing the fleshy holds he had on her breasts, he pushed himself up on his elbows and gazed down at the woman beneath him. Her eyes now contained that soft, misted look of lust. Her red lips sensually writhed under each deep probing drive of his cock. Her breasts shimmered and jiggled under the impact of their pelvises.
Craning his neck, he tucked his head between his shoulders and once more sucked up one of those succulent nipples. Hungrily, his lips and tongue ate at the desire-swollen bud, relishing the rubbery texture of its firmness. Her hands caressed the sides of his face, pulling him down harder on her tit, so that he opened his mouth and took in as much as possible.
Her hips jerked and bucked under him, fucking herself on the rigid impalement of his cock. A reaction that increased as he pulled away from that one aching nipple and moved on to the next, once more lavishing his delightful oral attentions.
"Good!" she groaned above the wet noises of his busy lips and tongue. "I never imagined anything this wonderful. Never!"
Neither had he. That is, never imagined it actually happening, though he had thought about it enough as a youth. If it were possible to have a little piece of heaven on earth, he was experiencing it now. She felt so damn good, he still couldn't believe it was finally happening. She felt so fantastic there was no way for him not to believe it was happening!
His hips jerked and plummeted full cock into her edacious furrow of mounting lust. He pumped and plowed into her belly, feeling the rising pressure of his own need. Her pelvis rose and fell to meet the new vigor of his shafting. She thrashed under him, her ass hissing over the bed.
With two last hasty kisses to the dark cherries topping the crests of her tits, he once more let her feel the full weight of his body for a moment or two, then swung to one side. Wedging a hand between their now sweat-slick stomachs, he pushed through the matted strands of her cuntal fur. She groaned in growing desire, not in protest.
A fingertip found its way to the cleft of her labia. Wiggling downward just a bit, he found the erect little nubbin of her clit that he sought. Her body jolted as a fresh blast of sensations coursed through every fiber of her being.
"My god!" she groaned. "What are you doing to me? I'm... I'm... I'm... "
Whatever she had intended to end her statement with was drowned out by a long series of incoherent groan and whimpers and moans. His fingertips avidly twirled around the button of her pleasure. He teased and taunted, fondling the lust-aching nubbin, as his hips lashed back and forth, whipping his prick in and out of her hot hole of desire. She squeezed and tried to clamp solidly to his knifing root of manmeat.
Harder and faster, he entrenched himself into the steaming heat of her depths. Her breath was now coming in short gasping groans. She thrashed and writhed, throwing herself onto him, swallowing up each deep-grinding plunge of his loins.
Upward she soared as her body exploded into the swirling winds of orgasm. Whatever fears she had held of this man were completely driven from her as her body was filled with the full satisfaction that he had brought to her. From red-hot to glowing white heat, her nerve endings were overloaded with the throbbing, pulsating ever expanding universe of pleasure within her thighs.
Her body was rigid, as she accepted the still shafting movement of his cock. Her legs locked around his, squeezing at him with desperation. Her fingernails bit into his back, clawing. She groaned and moaned as the quakes of ecstasy shattered her being into a thousand fragments of bliss. Tidal waves of lust were unleashed within her body and she rode atop them savoring the fantastic melting of sensations.
There was no longer any need for him to contain the boiling need of his balls, but still he held back his own release. In and out of the contracting tunnel of her cunt he pumped, making damn sure she received the total pleasure of her climax. Out and in he filled her with his prick, as she slowly floated down from the crescendo of sensations her body had produced.
And then, when her eyes had fluttered opened and she gazed at him with loving gratitude for the carnal pleasure he had given her, he came. His testicles lashed out in an eruption of such intensity that it surprised even him. But this is the way he wanted it. He wanted her to see the pleasure that she had given him. The pleasure that they shared, as he had promised.
Lovingly she held him closely as his body quaked. Willingly she accepted the hot rush of come that spilled forth from his groin. Thoughtfully she squeezed down with all her might, making the already tight pocket of her cunt even that much more fantastically taut for his pleasure.
Gratefully he groaned, as he abandoned himself to the luxury of her body and flooded her innermost recesses with his seed.
CHAPTER NINE
Neither of them moved, as they lay there savoring the wonderful feel of their sated bodies pressed so closely together. Even after his cock was once again a limp hose nestled in the wetness of her belly, he made no attempt to ease himself from her. He had waited a long time for this and was not eager for it to end.
However, the phone beside the bed rang, rudely interrupting their embraces and playful kisses.
"Shall I get it?" Joanna looked at him, then pouted when he nodded.
She lifted the receiver and answered the call, then cupping her hand over the mouthpiece, said, "It's Rhonda. I think she's rather surprised to find me here."
"Not as much as I am," he smiled, gently kissing her as he took the phone.
"Well, I see that Joanna found you," Rhonda chuckled. "And from the sound of her voice, I'd say you two worked things out successfully. Care to fill your little sister in?"
"Later, you nosey wench," he laughed. "I thought you didn't like to hear any details in matters such as these."
"Normally I don't like to hear about your lovers, but this is different. It's Joanna," she continued. "So give."
"No way," he replied. "Especially right at the moment."
"All right, but I'll get you to spill the beans someday," she answered. "Meanwhile, before I allow you to get back to your own personal heaven, I've got a special announcement to make. Crazy man, your plan worked. It's unbelievable, but Frank's a completely different man. At least in the ways that count... "
He smiled once more, feeling that smug satisfaction over having succeeded with his old friend.
"... and to top it off, Frank just asked me to marry him," Rhonda almost shouted with joy.
"Marry him?" he laughed in disbelief. "I just wanted to get the poor man laid, not shackled for life!"
"Cool it, Sam Coit!" she sharply reprimanded him. "Or I won't ask you to be best man at our wedding."
"Best man?" he stammered. "Hold on! You're moving too fast for me!"
"You heard me," she answered. "It takes three days for a marriage license to go through the legal channels in this state and we'd both be happy if you'd consider sticking around town until then. After all, you're responsible for this whole thing. And besides, from the way Joanna sounded, it looks like you might have another reason for staying a while longer."
"And you might just be assuming too many things," he chided the obviously overjoyed woman. "Besides, just because I helped Frank find his way to heaven, doesn't mean I want to see him walk into the gates of hell."
"Damn you, Sam," she almost shouted again. "I've never known you to turn down a little piece of my style of hell."
Her pun was intentional he knew, which only made him laugh harder, "Look, seriously, I really don't know. Let me think it over and I'll give you a call later. Right now, I've got other things to attend to. Now, I think you'd better go back and see to that man before he decides to change his mind. And Rhonda, you've got both my love and whatever well wishing and luck is appropriate for the occasion. Now good-bye."
He handed the phone back to Joanna, still chuckling over the turn of events. He should have realized this would be the outcome, but it never occurred to him. Mark one up for the little old match-maker me, he smiled.
"Care to let me in on the joke?" Joanna asked, nestling back against him and sighing with pleased satisfaction.
He nodded, giving her a very short version of Saturday night's party, leaving many of the details pertaining to his involvement with Linda and Evelyn out of the story. There was no reason risking the whole show at the moment.
"I agree with Rhonda," she commented as he concluded with the details of his master-plan. "You should stay longer... but then I have my own reasons for wanting to keep you around."
"Woman, you make an offer that's terribly tempting," he smiled, kissing her tenderly. "But I have to think about it. I really should be on the road right now."
"Hurumph," she pouted again. "And here I thought I had you all primed to spend the day with me."
"That you have," he smiled. "I have absolutely no intention of leaving this bed today... unless you had something else planned."
"Well," she smiled with a coy glint to her eyes. "You could shave and I was thinking about going for a swim sometime today."
"A swim?" he laughed. "I don't seem to remember you wearing a swim suit when you came in."
"We'll take care of that as soon as we get to my house," she smiled.
After a quick shave, he found out exactly what she meant. Joanna's house was about fifteen miles out in the country on the other side of town. It took a long winding drive down a dirt road through a small forest to get there, but it was worth it.
"I had this place built after mother died," she explained. "After Harry, it provided the seclusion I needed. The pool's in the back. There's a bath house out there where you can change. I'll join you in a minute or two."
Following her directions, he found the bath house and quickly slipped from his clothes and into his trunks. He had no more than walked out and tested the water with a toe, when Joanna came from the house wearing one of the sexiest white bikinis he had ever laid eyes on. For a woman that had had her problems with men, she definitely knew what turned men on.
The skimpy little suit was no more than two small triangles of cloth over her breasts held together by what appeared to be no more than strings. Two slightly larger triangles formed a very revealing bottom to the scanty outfit.
"Dynamite," he grinned, as she slowly strode around the pool to his side, apparently having lost her self-consciousness over his lingering gaze. "That has got to be the most sexy thing I've ever seen!"
Her smile was an obviously pleased one, as she rose on her tip-toes and kissed him warmly.
"In fact," he added. "I can't believe that this skimpy little things was ever meant for the water. All it could be designed for is for me to take it off."
He eased her to him, his hands finding the single clasp of the tiny halter and quickly freeing it. The twin triangles of cloths sagged, then fell from her body, once again exposing her firm jutting breasts to his devouring gaze. She shivered as delightful tingles of excitement raced through her body, as she remembered the last time he had undressed her.
His hands eased languidly down the supple slopes of her breasts, teasing for a moment atop those dark nipples, then moving down her sides and over the womanly flare of her hips. She wiggled a little to help him ease the bottom of her swim suit off. Then she stepped back posing for his eyes and reveling in the pleased satisfaction on his face.
"You're not being fair again," she said, as she turned just a bit to let him glimpse the perky curves of her rounded ass. "You promised I could see you in the raw."
"So I did," he grinned, working his trunks and jock strap down at the same time.
Her eyes immediately lowered their gaze to the thick hose of cock sleeping amid the thick hairs sprouted over his crotch. Again a shiver of delicious excitement shot through her body, as she went to him and reached out, gently caressing his penis.
"You feel so soft and smooth, now," she whispered. "There's so much difference then when you were in me, then yon were hard and demanding. I like it, it makes you interesting to touch and feel."
He smiled as her fingertips taunted along his detumescent length, realizing that if she kept this up much longer he'd be jutting out like a flagpole.
"But you must think I'm really wicked," she glanced up at him. "We just made love and I think I want you again... but I promised you a swim."
"A skinny dip," he grinned. "Then we'll take up where we left off in the motel."
"Promise?"
"Promise," he nodded.
With that she abruptly turned from him and in a light skipping run she bounced to the edge of the pool and knifed into the water. There was no way he could resist the summons of that sleek bundle of naked woman-flesh. Within a second, he was in the water behind her.
Almost like children playing, they splashed and darted around in the water, trying to push each other under or grab an ankle as they dove and tug the other beneath the surface. Then they were swimming together, racing each other across the pool, then diving under the water like playful dolphins. Although, as he watched her graceful movements, he decided she was much more the mermaid type, rather than some porpoise.
Eventually she swam to the metal ladder hooked over the side and climbed out, watching for a moment as he continued to swim, then moving to an air mattress lying beside the pool. After giving it a quick dunking to cool its plastic surface, she stretched out, bathing in the hot summer's sun.
She was far more beautiful than he had imagined. Still sparkling with gem-like droplets of water, her body was like that of some sea nymph ashore to taunt passing sailors with her siren's call. Even more than before, she looked like some goddess. Again he felt the familiar stirring of his loins.
Noisily, he splashed his way to the side of the pool and floated there, staring up at her beauty. Her head turned and she smiled, "Make love to me, Sam."
"With you," he corrected, pulling himself from the water and kneeling beside her. There was damn little room on the raft, but he didn't mind the inconvenience. His positioning gave him easy access to those lovely shimmering tits, which both his hands and mouth occupied for just long enough to have her gasping and moaning again.
Then his mouth moved downward. His tongue darted and tickled its way over the flatness of her stomach, setting off all sorts of warm, tingling sensations within her. He paused momentarily to let his tongue tip probe the deep sensual well of her navel, then moved toward the triangular patch of black moss covering her cunt.
"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned, raising her head from the air mattress to stare down at his as he eased himself between her legs. "What are you doing?"
"To put it bluntly," he grinned up at her perplexed expression, "I plan to eat this lovely pussy of yours."
She didn't have time to respond, because her breath was taken away as his head lowered between her spread thighs and his mouth firmly kissed the slitted mouth of her belly. Tremors of desire quaked spasmodically in the muscles of her legs, as her pelvis shifted a bit, then rose, pressing into his face.
He accepted the invitation she offered, allowing his tongue tip to trace along the plump contours of her cuntal lips. The musky scent of woman filled his nostrils. It was far from offensive, but a natural perfume that quickly had his cock on the rise again.
And there was no doubt that she had a womanly taste, as he quickly discovered by wiggling his tongue between her outer labia and sucking up a sampling of her love sap. Again, there was nothing offensive about the taste of her sexual juices. Unlike many men, he realized the value of being able to provide the type of tongue-work that a woman could groove on. They liked it and he liked giving it, just as he was only too willing to accept the offering of a woman's mouth on his prick whenever the occasion presented itself. An occasion that occurred far more often for a man that didn't mind partaking in a little cunt lapping.
Her moans steadily rose as his lapping and laving oral digit moved in and out of the pink-lipped slash of her pussy. Her hands reached down and her fingers entangled themselves in his hair.
Beside his head her knees rose in the air, a motion that lifted the cleft of her loins to give him better access to its rapidly heating hole of desire. In and out his tongue reamed, while his hands eased back up her chest and once more captured the still wet mounds of her breasts.
Kindled flickers of passion seethed through her groin. The sensation unleashed by his tongue was something she had never even considered happening to her. Oral-genital contact was something she only had heard about in smutty jokes. There was absolutely nothing smutty about what his mouth was doing to her. It was marvelous. Delicious her body, quickly becoming licking flames of desire.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what it would be like to take that beautiful hose of his manhood into her mouth and let it grow to its full rigid length. The idea excited her, only adding to the arousal his constantly working tongue was stirring in her steaming vagina. Later, she thought, pleased at her sudden lack of inhibitions, later she would try it and see what his reactions were.
In long swipes of his tongue, he licked up and down the pink crease of her pussy, teasing at the top of each stroke at the red nubbin of her pleasure button. The effects of his gentle ministrations were immediately apparent in the aroused rise and fall of her pelvis, as she tried to draw his tongue back inside the velvet-lined walls of her pussy.
But he had no want to bring her this way, not this time at least. Later maybe. But now, her first sampling of his oral techniques was no more than a tantalizing prelude to another full meal of his twitching and eager cock.
Planting one more long, wet-sounding kiss on the now pouting lips of her labia, he eased his head from between her thighs and glanced up to the woman who writhed under the prodigious sensations he had created. Her black eyes opened and she smiled down at him, opening her arms to him.
He slid atop her, reveling in the exciting feel of her voluptuous nakedness beneath his. Their mouths met and her tongue flicked out getting a taste of her own juices still on his lips.
The swollen head of his prick throbbed at the mouth of her belly, tickling amid the silk strands fringing her slash. She shivered in an anticipation of what was to come next. But it didn't, at least not in the way she expected it.
Instead of slamming herself into the waiting socket of her pussy, as he had the first time, he entered her, his pelvis moving just enough to sink about an inch of his length into the hot channel of her belly. Just enough to tease the desire that flared in her body. She moaned, begging for his full impalement.
Suppressing the urge to do just that and once more feel her warm tightness sheathed around his hardness, he simply moved his hips back and forth in quick shallow little strokes that plunged the thick knob-like crown of his prick in and out of her vaginal tunnel. The movements were a torture of pleasure. Her own hips jerked and twitched, attempting to capture the full rigidity of his prick. But he managed to keep himself just beyond the edacious mouth of her belly. In rapid motion, his pelvis slipped the engorged arrowhead of his glands in between the scalloped lips of her inner labia, delighting in the sensual friction that seared over his sensitive tip of flesh.
Accustoming herself to his bare penetration of her quim, the raven-haired woman settled beneath him, savoring the tingling thrills he set off in her thighs. It was then that he changed his approach to the situation.
In one long, hard thrust, he slammed himself forward, packing every inch of his cock into the liquid warmth of her pussy. His balls slapped against the curvature of her ass. Her hot cunt enveloped him, squeezing lovingly around his thick bulk.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned in surprise, as she once more found herself fully skewered by the imposing rod of his sex.
Her hips did a squirming little dance that set his entrenched shaft to rocking back and forth within the spongy folds of her love channel. The engorged knobhead of his prick banged against her velvet-lined walls, as her vagina seemed to undulate around him.
She squeezed down with all her might as he exited. Outward he came until his glands was back in the scalloped inner lips of her cunt. After another few quick, titillating strokes, he lunged back, burying himself deeply into the hot recesses of her body.
"Big," she sighed. "You feel so big inside me. I feel as if I'm about to split open!"
She wasn't about to split and probably had the capacity to take a cock twice as thick as his. But he didn't mind her description of his movement. He liked the thought of being able to fill her until she couldn't take anymore, even though he realized it was just a mental state rather than a physical one. And even if it was an impossible task, he damn sure would see that she. felt like she was stuffed to the gills with long, hard prick!
He jerked his hips back and slammed brutally into her pussy. Down into the tight sleeve of woman-flesh his throbbing shaft slithered. Her whole body jarred under the thudding impact of their loins. Her steaming socket clamped around his presence, squeezing and sucking at him.
Deeper! He wanted deeper!
Pushing himself up to the full extent of his arms, he hung over the raven-haired goddess so that they met only at their fiery cores. Her black eyes gazed lovingly up at him. An incandescent gleam of desire burned deep within those black pools.
His hips lurched up and swung down in one mighty surge of lust. His new angle of entry gave him the access that he wanted. Thick and hard, his rod of manflesh sluiced into new reaches of her velvety interior. He moaned as the muscles of her vagina gripped at him, anchoring him in the volcanic heat of her pussy for an instant, before he wrenched up and thrust down again.
There, hovering over her supine body, he found not only did he have a means of drilling deeper into her cunt, but he had a most pleasing view of her reactions. Pleasing was an understatement of the excitement produced by the vision of the black-haired beauty.
As his rigid slab of cock shot into the pocket of her desire, he was given a ball-aching view of the effects he was creating in this woman he had awakened to sexual pleasures. Her eyelids fluttered under each plummeting stroke, as she fought to keep them open. The slightly domed cones of her proud breasts shimmered like resilient half-moons of flesh. Her lips writhed sensuously and her arms rose, locking around his waist.
A complete metamorphosis had transpired within the woman beneath him. She had come into his motel room a few hours ago uptight and afraid of the thought of a man entering her body. Now she was like some predatory animal unable to get enough of his cock. It was as if all the hungers and desires she had felt but had been afraid to release were suddenly unleashed within her and she had completely abandoned herself to the carnal sensations of her far too long restrained needs.
Up and down her hips bucked as best they could in her raised-knee position. She twisted and gyrated around, rocking his prick within the humid recesses of her quim. She no longer made love. She was fucking!
In and out, the ravishing piston of his sex drilled and reamed into the tight socket of her belly. He hunched and pumped, packing her with every inch he had to offer.
Out and in, she accepted his offering, savoring the thickness and length that stuffed into her depths. She pulled at him. She urged him on to even harder and grinding plunges. She whimpered and groaned in delight, as he plowed into her honey furrow of desire.
They worked together, man and woman. They strove to attain the maximum satisfaction of their union. They hunched and bucked, each giving and taking. Together they became one; one hungry union of flesh that was whipped and lashed by the consuming fever of their lust.
When she came, it was hard and violent. Again her whole body went rigid, clamping itself around his thick rod embedded within the mouth of her belly. She groaned, moaned and cried out in the rapture of her orgasm. Her body quaked and writhed under the released needs of her lust. Her cunt tightened and relaxed in rapid contractions, milking at the manstaff she worshipped.
He no longer moved, but simply hung over the black-tressed goddess, letting those lovely, rhythmic undulations of her pleasure overloaded pussy do all the work. Hot and thick the waves of sexual cream blasted up from his balls. His body jerked and twitched under the prodigious sensations of his coming.
His outstretched arms quivered and trembled. His locked elbows quavered as their rigidity seemed to melt under the strength of his release. He collapsed, his full weight dropping atop the voluptuous woman beneath him. She grunted under the sudden impact, then wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight as she sailed through the multi-colored clouds of ecstasy he had released in her body.
He made no attempt to free himself. Instead he just lay there reveling in the extraordinary marvelous feel of her body beneath his, as his cock emptied the last spurts of its lust into her quivering channel of love.
CHAPTER TEN
After another quick swim in the nude, Sam and Joanna climbed from the pool, playfully toweling each other dry, letting their hands taunt and tease in the process, which would have resulted in another romp on the air mattress had they not just sated their desires only minutes ago.
"Hungry?" she asked as he pulled her to him, still unable to get enough of the sleek smoothness of her nakedness next to his.
"Ravenous," he grinned, kissing her long and passionately.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed weakly as they parted. "I was going to suggest I would fix us up a quickie lunch of cold cuts and something to drink, but if you keep that up... "
"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "I'll be a good boy now, if you'll add some cheese to that lunch and perhaps a glass of wine, if you have any around the house."
"Can do," she smiled up at him from under her long black eyelashes. "Give me a second or two to slip into some clothes and I'll meet you in the den for lunch."
"Nope," he shook his head. "Forget the clothes. I told you I dig looking at that lovely body of yours. Besides just because you have a guest doesn't mean it's time to put on modest airs."
"What?" she looked up at him.
"Don't give me that," he chided. "For a woman who does her sunbathing in the nude, you sure have a habit of wanting to get into your clothes as quickly as possible."
"How did you know... I mean about my sunbathing habits?" she asked with surprise.
"These," he answered, giving the twin peaks of her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Their lovely tan is just the tone of the rest of your body. And no matter how hot this southern sun is and how skimpy that little bikini of yours is, there's not a way this can occur unless you're lying around in the sun nude."
"My one secret wickedness has been found out," she smiled coyly. "Now if you will be so kind as to stop all those marvy things your hands are doing to me, I'll get us some lunch."
He stopped, watching as she walked around the pool and disappeared into the house through double sliding glass doors. Her head then poked back out, "By the way, the den's right in here."
Nodding, he followed her into the house. The den was one of those sunken pits that are normally reserved for the pages of some interior decorating magazine. The carpet was a thick white shag that tried to creep up around his ankles as he stepped into it. And the furniture was that soft furry material that had always seemed to him was made to run one's hands over rather than sit on.
He glanced around and smiled with approval. There wasn't a piece of furniture with plastic covering any-. where to be seen. It was surprising. The type of furniture a person had in his home said something about their sensuality. Persons who dig running around their homes in the raw never purchase vinyl-covered chairs. Plastic tends to stick very uncomfortably to bare skin.
For a woman that had spent most of her life hung up about men and sex, Joanna had very sensual tastes. It was almost as if she were trying to express her suppressed needs in the things she surrounded herself with.
Whatever it was, he liked the results. He eyed the soft-looking sofa for a moment, then decided the carpet looked much more accommodating. Settling down, he leaned back enjoying the luxury of the thick shag.
"No fair going to sleep on me," Joanna grinned as she entered the room carrying a tray of sandwiches and the requested cheese and wine.
"It would be easy," he smiled as he sat up. "I've slept in a lot of beds that were less comfortable than this. It's great!"
She laughed as she lowered herself to the floor beside him and placed the tray on the coffee table, "It has been great... this afternoon, I mean."
There was no way he could deny that. He told her so in another long, tongue-involving kiss that left her aquiver when they parted. She weakly handed him a glass of wine, then coyly gazed at him over her glass as she sipped at her drink.
Neither of them spoke much as they ate, although their hands would occasionally drift lightly to each other's bodies as if making sure they were still there and not part of some highly erotic dream.
Finishing off the last of the sandwiches and draining his glass, Sam once again leaned back, sinking into the softness of the carpet. Joanna joined him, snugly at his side with her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. He kissed her softly with tenderness, letting his hand randomly rove over the unblemished smoothness of her naked flesh.
"That feels so good," she sighed, her lips brushing against his neck. "Your hands are good. I like them on me."
"That's good," he grinned. "Because I like them on you, too."
She laughed, letting her own fingers twist little curls in the thick dark hairs on his chest. After a few idle moments of play, her hand drifted down over his stomach and continued her weaving in the forest of pubic hairs surrounding his quiescent penis.
"I like my hands on you, too," she smiled as she rose and softly kissed his lips.
"Mmmmmm," he nodded in agreement.
Her head leaned closer again, this time she let her tongue languorously trace over his lips, while her fingertips continued their tantalizing weaving around his crotch. "Would it have been like this when we were back in high school?"
He smiled and shook his head, "Who knows? Besides if you were frightened of me, I had to be doubly frightened of you."
She laughed, "Now who's putting on airs? It was quite a well-known fact around the old school that you and Rhonda had something going that went beyond being good friends."
"We've always been like brother and sister," he smiled remembering Rhonda's own description of their relationship.
"An incestuous brother and sister," she smiled, her tongue now lightly brushing around the small pebble of his nipple.
"Does it bother you?" he asked as his fingertips imitated her oral taunting, quickly changing one of her sleeping nipples into a stiff excited button of flesh.
"Not really, although I was more than a tad bit jealous then," she answered, letting her lips gingerly suck at his other nipple. "It sure as hell bothered a lot of the other boys. I think every one of them tried to get Rhonda into the back seat of their cars and couldn't get to first base with her."
"Now you're putting me on again," he chuckled, finding it a little hard to believe that passionate Rhonda had limited her sexual experience just to him.
"Maybe," she answered, "but if there were any other boys, Rhonda never told any of the girls about them."
"And I suppose she went into great detail about me," he grinned.
"Mmmm hmmmm," she nodded, "and she was right."
Suddenly her hand encircled the hose-like length of his cock and squeezed lovingly, "She used to brag that there wasn't a boy in the whole country that knew more about what a girl wanted than Sam Coit."
"Why that lying bitch," he joked, "she knew it was at least in the whole state."
"Egomaniac!" she chided, suddenly swinging her nakedness atop him and slithering down his body until she was kneeling between his spread legs.
Her eyes drifted to the sleeping snake nestled in its bed of dark hairs, then her eyes rose to him with a flashing glint. Her fingers tenderly traced over the thick hose, letting her fingertips swirl over the sensitive crown of his glands. He moaned softly as his testicles rose in the security of their sac.
Her gaze flashed to him again, then dropped back to his vulnerably exposed manhood. Her lips parted and he could see the flicking wetness of her pink tongue. He never gave a second thought to the possibility of her taking him into her mouth. She just wasn't ready for any oral experimenting yet!
Which is exactly why his balls nearly cart wheeled out of their sac when she leaned over and tenderly pressed her luscious lips to the head of his prick. The contact was only a fraction of a second, but he felt it. Sheer sizzling sexual excitement erupted and swirled through his loins. His body trembled and he moaned.
The black-haired beauty once more glanced up at him. An obviously pleased smile danced on her red lips. If she had any thoughts about what the effects of such a kiss on him would be, she now knew and was apparently pleased with the results.
Pushing up on his elbows, he watched as her head once more bent to his crotch and her lips teasingly kissed up and down the length of his cock. He had never expected this, which made it all the more fantastic. Soft and moist, her lips taunted at him, awakening the need for her once more.
But before his prick could raise its head, the raven-tressed woman decided to satisfy her own curiosity that had been aroused while his tongue had busied her cunt. Lifting the limp form of his manhood, she opened her mouth and closed her lips around him. Smiling to herself as he moaned above her, his eyes following every titillating movement.
Soft and smooth, she thrilled as her tongue circled around the massive bulk of his sex in a humid caress. He felt as good in her mouth as she had expected.
That good feeling only grew, the cleft of her loins quickly dampening, as she felt the throbbing strength surge into his penis. He felt powerful and demanding as he rose with her tongue and lips still lovingly attached to his prick. But there was something more, something that thrilled her just as much as his only too natural transformation. That was the fact that she was doing this to him. Her mouth and tongue were creating this wonderful metamorphosis. She and no one else was the source of his arousal.
Harder and stronger he grew within her face, filling her mouth with his ponderous mass. She quivered with her own arousal. Her hand slowly drifted up and down the firmness of his flesh, reveling in its hard length, yet marveling at the same soft smoothness it retained.
She needed no urgings to continue with her oral tauntings. He had given her his mouth and now she wanted to return the favor.
She eased her head back just a little, letting her sheathing lips slide over his thickness. He moaned out the ball-stirring effects of her action. She sucked a bit, still testing her abilities and received another pleased moan from the man gazing down at her.
If there were an awkwardness to her ministrations, he didn't care as he stared down at those full, red lips securely ringing the swollen circumference of his cock. Delicately, her head rose and fell in a bobbing motion. Her cheeks hollowed deeper and deeper as she increased the intensity of her sucking.
Suddenly her head dropped and he watched at least half of his prick disappear into the warm sweetness of her mouth. His engorged glands banged against the back of her throat. He groaned in deep pleasure.
Suddenly, her head jerked away and she gagged. She had tried to take too much on her maiden attempt at cocksucking. Later she would learn to breathe through her nostrils and achieve a greater capacity for taking in the thickness of a man. But at the moment all that mattered was that she had taken him into her mouth without any suggestion on his part.
Reaching down, he grasped her under her arms and pulled her atop him, so that her legs opened and straddled his crotch. The thick pole of sex which her mouth had prepared twitched and teased at the mouth of her pussy.
"I'm sorry," she began to apologize for her failure.
But his mouth cut off any unneeded words as it covered hers and his tongue reamed into her mouth, twisting and gyrating in a series of thrilling maneuvers. Simultaneously, his lips rose and nuzzled his needy cock into the warmth of her lovemound. She wiggled, sliding down and swallowing the imposing shaft back into the harbor of her belly.
Immediately their bodies resumed the age-old motion that would eventually culminate in the release of their growing passion. Clinging together, their pelvises rocked in a steady tempo.
In and out of her sweet tightness, he shafted the pulsing lance of his manhood. His hips bounced up and down on the floor under him. His arms hugged her close, as their mouths continued the enticing duel of their tongues.
Her body met each stroke of his cock. Wet, exciting noises rose to their ears, as her squeezing cunt sucked at his length, then relaxed as he plunged back into the depths of her heated interior.
On one occasion, she pushed herself up on her outstretched arms, imitating the manner in which he had taken her beside the pool. With the increased angle of entry, her body seemed to open up to him and he sunk even deeper into her caressing moist folds.
Her pelvis rotated slowly around his pumping cock, washing him in her liquid warmth. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration as she squeezed the taut muscles of her cuntal walls. Up and down she rose, riding the ponderous rail of his hardness.
However, when he eased a hand down to her crotch and cupped the mound of her pubis, an inquisitive finger toying with her clit, her arms quickly gave way and she toppled back to his chest. Her firm breasts and their stiff nipples trying to dig small holes in his flesh.
Around and around the tiny bud of pleasure his swirling fingertip worked, administering jarring bolts of sexual electricity to her already steaming body.
Her thighs pulsed in an ever expanding glow of need. Harder and harder, his hips whipped that swollen shaft of cock into the trembling tunnel of her lust. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, as her own pelvis hunched and bucked in desperation.
Faster and faster, their bodies worked, carrying her closer and closer to the destination of her fevered passion. She groaned and grunted in reckless abandon, as she fucked herself on his rigid prong.
Like a piston of flesh, he packed himself into the tightness of her cunt. Then he wrenched out from her opened depths and threw his spike of flesh back into her belly.
When she came, her body shuddered and quaked and trembled atop his. She cried out at the delicious sensations of climax penetrating every cell of her body.
His balls still far from releasing their own mounting need, he slowed his rhythm. Almost moving with languor, his swollen shaft slid in and out of her quivery contracting cunt. She moaned softly as she gratefully savored the last tremors of her orgasm.
For minutes they just lay there, feeling their bodies joined together and relishing the movement of his cock within her. Then she once more pushed herself up on her outstretched arms. A wicked gleam of delight flashed in her dark eyes. Her hips rotated in a squeezing, screwing motion that seemed to impale him even deeper into the covetous mouth of her pussy.
He had brought her, now she was fully intent on doing the same for him. Pulling her knees up to the side of his hips, she attained the fulcrum she needed. There was nothing hesitant about the way she rode him. She hunched up and down on his rod like a woman gone wild.
In and out, his cock shot into the fiery depths of her womanly core. He groaned and shuddered as that wonderful tightness of her pussy closed around his fat prick. He jerked and drilled hard into her cunt, as the burning heat of his balls began to swirl and churn. He was close and if she continued this relentless fashion of hunching and fucking, he'd shoot his load in a matter of seconds.
A fact that she apparently was all too aware of. As she rocked back and forth, her eyes carefully studied the face of the man below her. She watched the tension that gripped his muscles and the intense expression of nearness on his face.
Then on one of her upward rides, she suddenly pulled completely off him. Before his desire-clouded mind could comprehend what had occurred, her mouth once more lovingly encompassed the stiff pole of flesh jutting from his crotch.
He gazed down, watching those luscious lips draw tightly around his. Her head no longer delicately bobbed up and down, but jerked in a hungry, eager fashion.
Her tongue was working at full stride, licking and laving around the slick column of his sex, bathing away the mixture of his preseminal fluids and her cuntal juices. Like a soft, moist whip, she lashed her oral probe across the hyper-sensitive head of his prick, while her teeth lightly nibbled at the swollen crown of lust.
She sucked at him. Hard and long, she sucked. Her cheeks were like sunken caverns, as she slid up and down on his engorged cock. She sucked as she drew him into her mouth and she sucked as her head rose up to the tip of his prick.
There was no way he could contain himself under the imposing sensations of her eager oral attack. His balls released the hot viscosity they contained, sending it up through the narrow channel that ran down the center of his shaft.
As that first steaming rush of come splattered over the velvet carpet of her tongue, she jerked her mouth away from his cock. For a fraction of a second, she stared at the opalescent cream spurting from the slitted-mouth of his glands, as if unsure of what she was to do next. Meanwhile, she tasted the small sampling she had received of his come. Almost surprised, she found it to her liking.
Her head dropped back down and her mouth opened once again, swallowing up his shaft and the thick, hot come that still spewed out in heavy fountains of pleasure.
Gratefully he groaned as he once more found himself sheltered in the moist haven of her mouth. She sucked at him, drawing out every drop of his release and then licking around his hard thickness, as if trying to find any of the warm drops that possibly escaped her during that one moment of hesitation.
When she finally pulled off his prick, there was a satisfied smile on her lips. One that matched a similar smile on his. Once more reaching down, he pulled her to him and kissed those marvelous lips that had brought him so much pleasure in such an unexpected manner. When they finally parted, she was laughing like a small child pleased with her newly discovered capabilities.
Laughter that suddenly turned to deep moans of arousal as he scooted down beside her and once again treated her to the expert titilation of his tongue within her cunt.
It didn't take much to get her where he wanted her. Apparently her oral caresses had affected her almost as much as it had him. She came, squealing and writhing as his tongue darted in and out of the slippery, heated channel of her pussy, with occasional flicks to her aroused clit.
After that, neither of them moved for several minutes, until she eventually rose, announcing she was thirsty, "Would you care for something? Another glass of wine, perhaps?"
"A tall glass of ice water," he answered. "And a cigarette."
"The cigarettes are in that box over there," she pointed to a wooden container on an end table. "There's some matches in there also."
Grabbing the box, he extracted a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the blue smoke deeply into his lungs, as he watched her leave the room. His eyes shifted outside for a moment. The sun was setting. It was far later than he realized. He glanced around for a clock, but couldn't find one. Reminding himself to call Rhonda, he mentally considered the possibilities of remaining until the wedding. Thoughts that were interrupted as Joanna, her cheeks still holding a warm pink glow left by her recent climax, re-entered the room.
Taking a sip from the glass of ice water, she handed it to him, as she settled back to the floor beside him. Her eyes lovingly watched as he gulped down at least half the drink, then offered her another sip. Taking the glass, she drank, then placed it on the coffee table. His eyes watching her every move, followed her as she got to her hands and knees and reached for the cigarette box.
Her position gave him an unobstructed view of her upturned asscheeks. Like two over-ripe melons of flesh, the two oval half-moons jutted up into the air, sleek and sun-tanned as the rest of her body. Leaning over, he kissed the emphatic slope of her asscheeks.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered in surprise, then moaned softly as his lips teased at the over demiglobe of flesh. "Mmmmmmmmm."
He scooted behind her as she poised there on her knees and her arms grasping the edge of the table. He kissed the summery tan of her hindmounds again, letting his tongue tickle at the rounded curves. An excited wave of goose flesh rippled over her body as she moaned again, making no attempt to move away from him.
Gently, his palms barely touching her skin, he fondled the smooth mounds of her behind, eliciting several more sighs of pleasure, as well as a wiggly little dance from her ass. Continuing with his tantalizing game, he slowly traced a fingertip along the deep crease of the two fleshy cushions.
Her reaction surprised him. Aroused tremors quaked through her body and she groaned in a low, deep-throated voice of passion. He repeated the process and received the same enthusiastic response. This is one woman that digs a man's hands on her ass, he smiled, as he rapidly ran that titillating finger up and down the dark line separating the smooth ovals of her bottom. By the time he stopped she was a bundle of quivering little trembles and whimpery moans were constantly coming from her lips.
He leaned over and again kissed the twin pillows of her ass, as he slowly tickled a finger between the fleshy half-globes. Her moaning increased, as his fingertip lightly brushed over the taut ring of her anus. In fact, she groaned deeply with fully aroused excitement and her body jerked rigid for an instant under the intimate taunting of his finger. Her reaction came from pleasure, not an attempt to pull away from his administrations.
There was no doubt in his mind as to which approach he was now going to take. He had sampled the ecstasy of this lovely goddess' mouth and vagina. Now he was going to see if her ass was also available to him.
Gripping the fleshy pads, he pulled them apart, allowing a view of the brown mouth of her rectum. He leaned over and ran his tongue over its hard little nodes. The response he received was explosive. Her groans of desire filled the room. Her body quaked and trembled in anticipation.
Again and again, he licked at the tiny hole, working the moist tip of his tongue into her body, while his squeezing hands kneaded the pliant flesh of her hind-cheeks. When he eventually pulled away, she groaned in disappointment that he had so suddenly ended the inciting stimulation.
However, he was far from through with that now slickened asshole. Running a hand between her spread thighs, he dipped a finger into the flesh flow of lubricants within the wet tunnel of her cunt. Pausing only a brief moment to tease and cajole new thrills within her body, he withdrew that entrenched digit and raised it to her anus. Carefully he tickled and teased at the mouth of her ass, until she relaxed enough for his fingertip to enter.
Again and again, he repeated the process, carefully preparing the tiny entrance for what he had in mind. With each taunting probe of his finger, she moaned and wiggled allowing him deeper access to her bowels. The erotic effects of his ministrations were readily apparent in the heavy flood of juices that seeped from her vaginal walls. She wasn't just digging what he was doing, she loved it!
While his embedded finger drilled in and out of her asshole in penis-imitating fashion, he leaned close to her so that his chest rested on her back and the now stiff length of his cock throbbed against her hindcheeks. For several moments he nibbled and kissed along the arch of her neck and slope of her smooth shoulders. Finally his tongue and lips moved to her ear, busying its enticing lobe.
"I want you," he whispered. "I want you here."
His finger sunk into the hot pocket of her ass three knuckles deep so that she understood exactly what his intentions were and could refuse now before he ever got underway.
"Yessssss," her sibilant hiss of delight came with complete approval. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"There's a possibility this will hurt a little," he answered. "But I will go slow and easy. And I'll stop any time you say. Understand?"
The delightfully disarrayed mass of her black hair nodded back and forth, affirming she understood his plans. Her whole body was trembling in delicious anticipation of feeling that thick stalk of cock plugged into her ass.
"Now, relax," he whispered, "and let me do everything else."
Again she nodded, then groaned as he moved forward, the turgid rod of his prick sinking deeply into the hot, wet confines of her pussy. This wasn't what she expected, but it felt good. She was ready for him, anyway he would give her that ponderous length of manmeat.
"This is just to get me slick," he explained, as his hands tenderly soothed over the voluptuous mounds of her perky bottom. "It'll make my entrance a lot easier. Remember, relax. Relax as much as you can."
Relax, over and over she repeated the command in her mind, trying to do her best to comply, despite the fantastic sensations of his shaft easing in and out of her cunt. The same spike of his manhood that would soon be crammed all the way up her back. She shivered and again attempted to calm her rising desire as much as possible.
He pulled from the slippery wetness of her quim and spread wide the demiglobes of her asscheeks. Glancing down at the slickened entrance to her rectum, he inched his prick forward so that its pulsing crown pressed against the puckered mouth of her anus. The excitement of that contact raced through her body and was transmitted to his fingertips.
"Relax," he whispered again, feeling some of the aroused anticipation ease from her muscles.
He pushed forward again. The arrowhead shape of his glands flattened to a blunt tip as the cincture of her ass tightened against the imposing invasion of her bowels. Harder he pressed, watching the crease of her ass form a sunken cavern around his cockshead, but still he had not penetrated the waiting pocket of her ass.
"Relax," he repeated. "Relax just a little and I'll be in you."
She complied, forcing her body to forget the excitement that coursed through it. The hardened nodes of her anus flattened and the tight sphincter muscle relaxed. She opened and the fat head of his prick vanished up her back, quickly followed by the remaining inches of his cock.
"Aaarragggahhhhh!" she groaned, as the full measure of his prick skewered into her asshole. "Big, too big!"
The impossibly tight channel of her rectum clamped down around him like a custom-made glove. He was anchored solidly into the depths of her ass. He couldn't have moved even if he had wanted to. Which he didn't.
Hot, incredibly hot! That was the only description he could think of as he found his shaft entrenched in the fiery core of a volcano of flesh.
To describe the fantastic smoothness of that round hole that seemingly had been made to take a man's cock as simply velvet-lined, would have been an inexcusable understatement. The satiny texture of her asshole defied description!
The prodigious waves of sensations that washed through his loins were unbelievable. Despite their nonstop sexual play all afternoon, he realized he was on the verge of coming once again. He tried to ease himself out of the sensual inferno of her rectum, but she groaned, stopping his movement.
"No!" she shook her head determinedly. "Give me just a couple more seconds. You feel so big! It's like you're stuffed all the way up to my throat. But I want you to stay in me. Just let me accustom myself to you. Don't leave, please!"
He was still, waiting as her muscles and strained membranes got used to the idea of that fat, swollen prong packing them to the hilt. She loosened a little, then squeezed down again. Over and over, she repeated the process until at least she had achieved the relaxation she desired.
"Now... " she nodded, "... move in me."
He gripped her rounded ass slopes and eased himself out of that tight musculature that had held him in the depths of her rectal furrow. A fresh ripple of goose flesh ran along her spine as he moved.
"Yes," she moaned in grateful tones. "I can take you there. It hurts, but it hurts good!"
He swung in, hunching into the parted hole of her ass. His own buttocks were hard rocks of tension, as he glided in and out of hers, tunneling himself deeply into the puckered mouth of her back.
In and out he stretched and strained her hungry orifice. And she began to move, throwing herself back on the impaling length of cock, showing her ass back and waggling it to meet each driving thrust of his hips.
"It's... It's wonderful!" she groaned.
Her head rose a bit and her back arched some, as she became even more thoroughly engrossed in the fat plunger of flesh cramming its way in and out of the tender layers of her rectum. She pulled and pushed at him, wiggling her hips in full arousal. His delving prick burrowed into the spongy flesh, feeling like a white-hot fire brand of searing sexual sensations.
His pelvis slammed into the upturned balls of her ass. The slapping sounds of their meeting bodies sounded in a sharp staccato series of loud pops. The gripping power of that tight hole molded around the contours of his cock, as if it were still unwilling to relinquish one inch of him as he pulled free. She squeezed even tighter, as he drilled back into her bowels in a reaming drive that bounced his dangling balls off her rounded asscheeks.
She jerked forward and soundly threw her bottom at him, skewering her body on his length. His cock shot deep up her sweet anal slot. In full swing, he rocked his hips back and forth, plowing the tender furrow of her haunches.
Poling repeatedly into the hot volcano of her rectal channel, she hunched and grunted, fucking herself as much as he shafted her. Through the thin membrane of her asshole, he could feel the excited contractions of her vagina. She was rushing head on toward another climax. His own desire was matching her with each pounding stroke of his cock.
She groaned loud and low in bestial delight, as the soul-shattering tidal waves of orgasm once more gripped her body and sent her into the fantastic world of sexual oblivion.
Her ass gripped around him, once more anchoring him into the satiny depths of her back. He could no longer move, but he didn't need to. The very pressure of that luxurious vise-like clamp was all he needed.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time that weekend he came, his seminal reserves still capable of producing spurting gushes of sperm and semen. Grateful and satisfied, he wrapped his arms around her waist and clutched her close, as he blasted into the tender channel of her ass, knowing that she could feel every tiny twitch of his cock.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Night had veiled the small forest of pines surrounding Joanna's secluded country home when they at last recovered from the fantastic drain of their last union.
Lying cuddled on the floor in spoon fashion, Sam's gaze idly pursued the twinkling stars that lighted the sky above the needle-like tops of the trees. He smiled, realizing that he had been living in the city for far too many years. He couldn't remember the last time he had looked up into the sky and seen the stars. Their bright light was almost like meeting an old friend. One of several this reunion trip had re-acquainted him with.
"Asleep?" Joanna whispered softly.
"Uh-uh," he grinned, hugging her naked warmth close.
"Have you made your decision yet?" she asked.
"About what?" he asked, nuzzling the sensitive skin on the back of her neck.
"About staying for Frank and Rhonda's wedding," she sighed.
"Oh, my god," he groaned. "I forgot about those two!"
She was silent, then queried again, "Will you stay?"
"What do you think?" he asked, as she rolled over to face him, the peaks of her conical breasts tickling through the hairs of his chest.
"I've already told you that," she answered. "I think you should stay... but not at the motel."
"Do I get the impression I'm being propositioned?" he smiled, softly kissing her red lips.
"A week ago, I wouldn't have believed it myself," she grinned. "But that's exactly what I'm doing."
"Be sure," he replied. "We're only talking about a couple of days, not a lifetime."
"I know," she answered. "But if a couple of days is all it's going to be between us, then I'll take my chances. But if it looks like there's a possibility for more after that, then we'll see what happens then."
"Even if it means leaving all this and coming with me?"
"Yes," she nodded. "But I won't think about that until you ask me, if you decide to do so. Until then, I'll just enjoy a couple of days with you."
"All right," he nodded, realizing there were probably going to be more than just a couple of days with this woman. "I'll stay."
Her lips covered his and her tongue danced out its delight on the roof of his mouth. Eventually they parted and just lay there grinning at one another.
"Come on," she finally laughed. "Let's get our clothes on and get your stuff from the motel."
"Right," he answered, slowly rising to his feet, still feeling weak-kneed. "I'll be back in a moment. My clothes are still in the bath house."
By the time he returned, she had slipped into some white shorts that allowed his eyes a sexy view of her long tan legs. "These are the last clothes I'll wear until Frank and Rhonda's wedding," she laughed. "I promise. If you want me running around the house naked, that's exactly the way you'll get me."
"Well," he laughed. "Just most of the time. Clothes can be a turn on sometimes, but we'll explore those possibilities later."
"Agreed," she smiled, her arm hugging tightly around his waist.
The drive back to the motel was a relaxing one. The night air was cool and comforting, as it rushed in through the open windows and surrounded them. A flood of fond memories rushed through his mind as they drove through the small town en route to the motel. Not all of them were that old, nor were all his memories of this old town completed yet, he realized.
Back at the room, he quickly surveyed it for any items that he might have forgotten. This time he remembered to pull one of the motel towels from the bathroom and throw it into his suitcase.
"You certainly had me fooled," Joanna looked at him with puzzlement. "I would have never guessed you were the type of man to steal motel towels."
"I'm not normally," he smiled. "But these towels are special."
Her puzzlement grew.
"I'll explain it all to you later," he laughed. "But right now, I'd better give Rhonda that call I promised."
Dialing the switchboard, the operator gave him an outside line. He quickly re-dialed Rhonda, waiting as the line rang ten times before the familiar feminine voice answered.
"Sounds like I might have been interrupting something," he chuckled.
"You were," she answered. "But it's nothing I can't arrange to happen again."
"Easy, girl, take it easy," he chided. "You'll have Frank exhausted before the honeymoon."
"I don't think that's possible," she laughed.
"Well, look," he continued. "I've decided I'll stick around until you two say your vows. As soon as you've got the date and time down pat, give me a call and fill me in on the details. I'll be staying at Joanna's."
"Mmmmmm hmmmmmm," she sighed. "Sounds like you two have gotten a cozy arrangement going. Care to make this a double ceremony, Sam?"
"No," he laughed. "Not yet, that is."
"All right," she replied. "I hate to see an old friend bite the dust, but I'll give you odds that Joanna wins this round."
"Later, Rhonda," he concluded. "Take good care of Frank and make sure he doesn't leave you at the church steps. And I'll take care of me."
"Hurumph!" she snorted, as she hung up the phone.
Grinning, Sam turned back to Joanna. His grin grew from ear to ear. The beautiful black-haired woman had somehow managed to disrobe while he was on the phone without him noticing. She was now stretched out on the bed in a pose that put most centerfold models to shame.
"I suddenly realized I've grown sentimental about this bed," she smiled coyly. "I didn't think we should leave here without putting it to use one more time."
"Or maybe for the whole night," he said, moving toward the bed to join her.
