Roxanne Plenty stepped onto the sun-baked sand and let out a stimulated sigh of relief. She had hoped her vacation would be everything she wanted. Two weeks away from the newspaper and people's problems. God! She had enough with dispensing advice to the emotionally disturbed, the sick at heart-the neurotic public in general. Her column was published daily, read widely through syndication. She hadn't the slightest inclination her counsel would be as sought after as it was. People called upon her to solve their dilemmas, as ridiculous as some were. They wanted flowery turns-of-phrase and virtuous acts from a spiritual adviser. If only they knew she mocked them as she entered their letters, along with her carefully tailored responses, into her word processor. She glared at the text on her screen, searching her mind for an appropriate and anticipated comment. What wisdom she served up could have been obtained from a confidante, a close friend-not a stranger, such as herself, who was incapable of summoning pity. Her readers were disturbed-of that, she was confident. They fed upon each other's neuroses in their various forms, and looked to her for the answer. Roxanne no sooner believed she had a "gift" at offering spiritual consolation than she did any other power at her command. It was a concept the public bought faithfully each day they shelled out adequate coin to purchase the newspapers in which she was found.
This vacation would take her away from that life for two weeks. This escape from reality would also provide her the thing she cherished most: sex. Roxanne had a very healthy attitude about fucking-though she was loathe to admit it. She happened to like spreading her legs and feeling a big cock slide into her pussy-or taking one into her mouth. She loved sucking one until those hot, convulsive squirts signaled the end to feverish pleasure. Publicly, she was a puritan; privately, it was entirely another matter.
Roxanne arranged her towel on the sand, donned a pair of dark sunglasses, then stretched her sumptuous body across it. The confines of her pussy smoldered for some decent action. She hadn't paid all that air fare, as well as made expensive hotel accommodations, merely to receive a gorgeous tan. No, she thought, as sweat began to ooze from her ample cleavage. The brochure from the travel agent specified the number of men to be found along these shores, searching for the same kind of detached fulfillment. Everyone who came to Ecstasy Isle did so for predatory benefit. The exploits here were so well-publicized that the owners could afford to be discriminating in tendering guests. The princely rates that were charged, in conjunction with its wild reputation, made it the "hottest" resort in the world.
Roxanne shifted her long, shapely legs so that their exposure to the sun was balanced. She thought about having a man on top of her, thrusting in that neglected space. Her pussy throbbed for attention. During the flight here, she could do little else but dwell on the nights of passion to come. She had nursed several glasses of wine while studying the men around her. In Chicago, she was under heavy surveillance; her followers didn't want her sexual preoccupations to be brought to the surface. Roxanne, if anything, was a prudent businesswoman. Total discretion was her motto. She happened to be somewhat a prude in written form: she chose her words carefully when guiding the lovelorn. Her published comments prohibited the physical enjoyment of men. It wasn't as though she maintained that belief-the population reading her column dictated that. Roxanne merely completed that thought with her pen, along with a desire to perpetuate the lifestyle to which she had grown accustomed. If it was known what a sex-hungry woman she truly was, they would be shocked.
Even now, as she sought a bronzed hue, her pussy ached to be filled with a long, hard cock. The act of penetration, followed by frenzied fucking, was her pursuit. Roxanne loved watching it go in-seeing a rigid shaft disappear into her juicy snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Not only did it look great, it felt incredible. There was nothing quite like having her drenched cunt lips catch the bulbous head, causing that smooth skin to moisten as they devoured every manly inch. She had neglected the demands of her body far too often, for the sake of image. Fucking one of her current boyfriends might have been a temporary remedy, but in Roxanne's case, familiarity bred contempt. She got off on fucking strangers-people who were unable to identify her, but eager to supply pleasure. Names were irrelevant to her; a nice, muscled body spread across a bed was infinitely better.
The brochures of Ecstasy Isle featured studs with impressive pectorals, as well as women of unquestionable sexiness. Roxanne nurtured fantasies about making it with another woman. If the right set of conditions were met, she could easily descend into the proper mood. Lapping a horny pussy might be the thrill she probed for all along. Sucking on a pair of tits, teething an erect nipple, might be the ultimate experience.
Everything retained its order in her mind. First, she would be served an energetic hard-on, stroking the frustration out of her body; then she would seek other derivatives.
She scanned the beach for men. There were several present, though most were in the company of women. Roxanne was not in the habit of stealing; she surmised that the worthy ones would come to her of their own accord. Roxanne did not have to beg for sex; men found her genuinely attractive. She was a sassy blonde, with bedroom-blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her body was something to drool after: big tits, a narrow waist, and trim hips. She resembled a Viking goddess, tall and sensual. In the bikini she squeezed her voluptuous body into, she was mouth-watering. When she walked the sand, heads craned in her direction. She was a luscious sight to behold. The scantiness of her bottoms scarcely concealed the golden pubes; a few errant wisps curled around the material to make their presence known. Roxanne wasn't the least concerned with baring any part of herself; nude sunbathing was an acceptable form of relaxation. She intended to keep her tan quite even.
A man jogging across the beach threw her a prolonged glance. He almost seemed the kind of man Roxanne wished to attract. His sun-bleached hair and tanned flesh were undeniably appealing. He was panting, but with exaggeration. Roxanne imagined sweat pouring down that magnificent chest, his face lined with contortions, while between her legs. She stirred at the thought of his fucking her once her eyes dropped to his nylon briefs. From the telltale bulge, she gathered he might have the necessary equipment. Roxanne was intolerant of undersized men; she loved big cocks. The bigger, in her book, the greater fun.
Another man approached her from the opposite direction. He had long, dark hair and long limbs to match. She watched his arms swing pendulously while he appeared tuned in to his Walkman. His eyes searched hers for confirmation of interest. Roxanne examined his hair-rough body behind her dark shades. He couldn't possibly know he was being measured, for she did not move her head a fraction. Roxanne had excellent peripheral vision and could take in every foot of the scenery without disturbing her position.
Each man seemed to cancel out the other. She might have considered taking them on simultaneously, but decided her suggestion would not be well-received. In the end, she lowered her head to the rolled-up towel that served as a pillow and dismissed them both. Perhaps if she met up with them again, she would-likely give them a chance. When traveling, Roxanne tended to vary her daily routine; although they might not serve the purpose now, the sun and sand customarily drew out her need to be fucked.
The day was young. She had landed only an hour ago, and her two weeks of abandoned pleasure lay before her. There was definitely no rush to take advantage of every man who crossed her path. Roxanne could afford to be selective. If the brochure was correct in stating there was an abundance of men, Ecstasy Isle would be a memorable vacation indeed.
* * *
Gary Fisher presided over the action on the beach below while sitting on the balcony of the condo he'd rented, contemplating his next sexual encounter. He took another sip of his beer, wondering if he should roam the area in search of a delectable blonde to quench his randy thirst. The dead heat of summer invariably had a strong effect on his libido; as soon as he sniffed pussy, his balls churned with desire. Unconsciously, he stroked his cock through his nylon trunks. The urge to have his thing buried in a nice, tight cunt was predominant. He was in need of a good fuck and was determined to see the ideal situation materialize. Few women discounted the efficiency of his equipment, or his ability to make the cum. He loved watching them going into orgasm while he slammed himself with abandon between their coiling legs. The phrase "pounding into submission" was one of Gary's favorites; he loved making a woman feel her efforts drove him into a state of physical insanity. His steadily pumping buns didn't stall for a moment, even if he was begged. It was Gary's experience that, when he complied, the woman was apt to reverse her decision.
Although Gary was a very horny guy, he was cautious of certain women. Those looking for long-standing relationships, including marriage, were avoided at all cost. He had recently divorced, and the separation from his wife had been emotionally brutal. The grounds for which she charged him were perfectly understandable: adultery. Gary had found it increasingly difficult to restrict himself to one woman. His sexual appetite was powerful, all-consuming and dangerously varied. He discovered shortly into his marriage that his character was easily corruptible. Gary enjoyed three-ways-specifically if he was the only male in residence-as well as orgies. He did not feel these proclivities made him a bad person, just different. Joanna failed to recognize its necessity. She refused to believe there was a distinction between love and sex; she felt they were synonymous. Gary truly loved Joanna, but it was impossible for him to remain faithful. His version of love was almost cosmic.
These days, Gary was on a steady diet of blondes and redheads; brunettes were thrown in upon occasion, but since that was Joanna's natural hair color, he frequently dismissed them. At age thirty-three, he was in his sexual prime. His big dick saw lots of action. Based on past performance, he rarely heard a complaint. Gary felt it needless to maintain a "little black book;" his phone rang off the hook, with most callers female.
Gary liked big tits on his women. A nice ass was a plus. He fancied soft, feminine voices, though sassy tones were more expedient in capturing his attention. Brassy, sultry women were a challenge until he proved after an exhausting fuck which side of the fence he hung his socks on. The spontaneous, wham-bam fuck was highly preferred.
Gary held the title of Senior Vice President at one of Chicago's largest banks. Maintaining his new bachelor status and earning a hefty salary afforded him with an image most women found irresistible. Divulging his occupation wasn't key to ensuring fuck partners. His handsome blond features and muscular physique were a sufficient presentation of what he had to offer. His height, clearing six feet, was also to his advantage. The shape of his cock through the skimpy Speedos he wore invariably generated most of the attention. Gary had trouble tucking his thing in those scant confines; when that monster got big, however, it didn't fit. The head of his cock surged over the top, or worked its way to the inside of his thigh. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating. He knew it was more practical to don swimwear of less provocation, but the same satisfaction wouldn't remotely be given.
As he drained the remaining portion of the can in one gulp, he caught a glimpse of an exciting blonde (with mammary overkill) sauntering across the hot sand. More than one stud examined the curvaceous figure as it made its way down the stretch of beach. Her inviting, resilient flesh caused an outbreak of drool.
Gary's cock jumped to a throbbing salute. That gorgeous ass practically hung out of its bikini bottoms. He salivated at those sumptuous cheeks, along with the jut of her ample hips. It wasn't until she turned and he caught her face that his pulse accelerated.
No! It couldn't be!
Gary whipped out his pair of binoculars to affirm what he saw. Yes, that babe out there was none other than the infamous Roxanne Plenty-that fucking advice columnist his wife turned to in seeking the final vote on their marriage. Her picture accompanied her column in the paper. He would have recognized her anywhere, with or without those sunglasses. Roxanne had given him a "thumbs down" after reading the letter Joanna penned. His ex-wife had put the fate of their marriage in the hands of that bitch, requesting her opinion of whether or not to proceed with a divorce. The shock waves had stunned him long after it was published. He glared at the bitch. If anyone had turned Joanna against him, it was Roxanne. Joanna was faithful to her column, having always read it daily over breakfast to Gary's chagrin.
That unrighteous bitch deserved a little of her own medicine, Gary thought bitterly. He doubted she believed in the crap she dished out with unfailing regularity. Observing her as he did now, in that skimpy outfit, reinforced his assumption that she was a fucking little hypocrite. She probably liked getting laid like the rest of the female population. Someone, namely himself, should set the record straight.
His cock still strained the front of his Speedos, begging to be unleashed. Even angry, he couldn't stop lusting after her. She was a wildly attractive woman. He thought about getting a crack at fucking her brains out.
He ogled her another second before mentally confirming his course of action. Yes, that buxom bitch was going to receive his cock and talented tongue in a campaign to expose her. He was going to concentrate on her for the length of her-and his-stay, giving her pleasure she had never known, then blow the whistle. Whether or not he derived physical enjoyment, he intended to revenge himself. Her pussy was going to intimately know the shape of his dick and the softness of his tongue when he was through.
Brimming with confidence, he crushed the empty beer can and quickly cruised down to the beach.
* * *
Roxanne mentally compiled her list of choices as she made her way across the sand. There were simply too many from which to choose. She began to suspect two weeks would be insufficient. Almost all of the studs appealed to her. Whether they were scampering about playing volleyball, or football, or playing Frisbee, or attempting to surfboard, they were visibly at their best. Their toned, muscled bodies were in excellent shape, cultivated thoughts of gratification to be had fucking against all that manly energy.
Roxanne eyed one prospect: a dark-haired hunk with biceps the size of grapefruits, and enough hair on his body to carpet a room, easily clearing six-five. She lapsed into a fantasy of him kneeling between her legs, with sweat dripping down his face, the dark matting plastered to his heaving chest, giving her a slow fuck. She almost had to stop in her tracks, wobbling with excitement. In her mind, she knew it would be great-and was close to encouraging him, when she saw someone who was unmistakably the gem.
Hmmmmmmmmmm, she murmured, flashing him an instant signal. He was dark-blond with a devilishly calculating grin-a "bad boy" look that automatically labeled him. Roxanne had a definite weakness for that particular disposition. Those bedroom-blue eyes clinched her decision-along with a physique that would be wonderful to writhe against. Roxanne could easily envision moaning for him in private. The Speedos he wore barely concealed his lethal weapon: ten-and-a-half-inches of indisputable pleasure.
Her frank appraisal wasn't one-sided; she felt him scanning her with equal interest, centering on her tits and drifting to her sleek legs. He wasn't exactly drooling-he was far too "cool" to succumb to such a weakness-but he obviously liked what he saw.
Gary surveyed the luscious contours of Roxanne's body, drinking in her plump breasts as they challenged the confines of her bikini. The definition of nipple definitely heightened his awareness. The exciting arch of her back brought emphasis to a slim waist, and the roundness of hip tapered to succulent legs. Despite his intention to expose her, he couldn't help feeling a rush of exhilaration. He conceived himself between those tanned thighs, sampling her delicious secretions as they oozed from her pussy. He imagined her fingers around his cock, speeding insertion into those warm, welcoming cunt lips. He ached for the moment he would submerge himself and feel the heat of her appetite.
Yes, he thought, this was going to be easy. From her initial response, he knew they would soon connect.
Roxanne gazed at his raw expression and communicated her unspoken desire. The curve of her lips achieved this with practiced ease. She felt confident her body language could easily be read. Her sunglasses were lowered so he could catch the glimmer in her eyes. He was given all the invitation necessary to engage her in conversation.
Gary did not hesitate. "You look as though you could use a drink," he mentioned in a baritone that nearly curled her toes. "Chilled Bordeaux, Domaine de Chevalier?"
"Actually," she purred, brushing her tits against the bristly surface of his chest, "I'd rather work up a thirst before making my selection." She thought in agony how best to accomplish that.
He grinned. "My name's Gary."
Sex oozed from her simpering pout as she indicated his groin. "And what's your buddy's name? Duke?"
"If you'd care for a personal introduction, I'm sure it could be arranged."
Thrilled by his arrogance, she slowly removed her sunglasses and showed him her blue eyes. "I might be persuaded," she sassed. "And my name is Roxanne."
As simple as that, they began walking toward his condo. Roxanne made no pretensions about her enthusiasm to have sex; after all, they were at a resort where that sort of thing was commonplace. She rather liked his frank approach. It was evident from the start he was as much a victim of the erotic atmosphere as she. The sun, sand and smell of the ocean instigated a horniness she couldn't begin to explain. The need for explanation was nonexistent. Roxanne pursued her basic instinct with adrenaline-pumping eagerness. She wanted to be alone with this man and have him fuck the dreariness from her life. It was fortune to find such a prize on her first day here.
Deliberately, she found herself rolling her ass cheeks with scintillating motion, advertising the treat he would soon have. Her tits bobbed deliciously as she walked, with her nipples threatening to bounce out of confinement.
Without question, Gary was intrigued with her seductive style. His dick twitched inside his Speedos, primed for heavy duty action. If those little buns she was fanning at him were indicative of the performance she was prepared to render, he wasn't about to show her a shred of mercy. Roxanne Plenty was going to receive a brain-numbing fuck the-likes of which she never had. He would have to try to separate himself from it in order to gain maximum satisfaction. This session was about to stand on record as her best ever.
Roxanne didn't waste time after entering his condo. They were just inside the door when she stopped him with a caress to his arm. Gary stood before her, welcoming her grope. She smoothed her fingers across the stiff bulge of his crotch, rolling over its solid mass with a resounding purr. "Mmmmmmm. What have we here?"
"Why don't you check it out?" he muttered softly, leaning toward her. It didn't surprise him that she had her hands on him first. A horny woman enjoyed the acting of physically acquainting herself with a man. Her fingertips dispensed velvety joy. He had to restrain himself from groaning too much-it felt that good.
Roxanne surmised from his stance that she was elected the aggressor. She reveled in that role. Some men liked to take charge, leading her through a series of positions that ultimately brought them fulfillment. Gary seemed open to suggestion. She appreciated a flexible man-as long as he provided what was needed in bed.
She hooked the rim of Speedos and lowered them until the tip of his cock emerged. The sight of excited male flesh aroused her. As she pulled it further down its length, she was jarred by its size. Gary certainly looked big, from the shape of his dick, but seeing it uncovered established her hunch. The arresting vision of ten and a half inches beckoned to her. It was all hers, to enjoy as she wished.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewed in jest, "that thing looks nasty."
He took satisfaction in her visual delight. "I've been told its a pleasant agony. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Roxanne recaptured her composure. The shaft jutting in her direction was too irresistible to ignore. The bulbous head was begging to be sucked, the stretched skin yearning to be encompassed in moisture. She thought dreamily of how she could quickly make it juicy with saliva-every inflated section. "There's not much I can't handle."
Gary shrugged, inviting her to come near. "Then suck away, baby. Suck me."
Roxanne dropped to her knees in an effort to overcome the lump of excitement that formed in her throat. She didn't bother removing his Speedos, but merely dragged them halfway down his hairy thighs. Without preliminary, she traced her poised tongue along the bloated head and its pinkish rim. Hot air was exhaled onto his balls. A dribble of saliva escaped and cascaded down the long stretch of rigidity. A second later, Gary's hand patted the top of her head, ready to give assistance in locating the inflamed points. His opening was tickled by the tip of her tongue. She tasted an errant drop of cum emitted during the height of arousal. His satisfied grunt assured her she was definitely on the right track as she began coating him with drool.
"Come on, baby," he gasped. "Suck it. Put it in your mouth. Rub me with your lips. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." He applied gentle, then forceful pressure on her head as her mouth teased him.
Roxanne wasn't willing to follow his heated instruction just yet. Prolonging the moment she would enclose his shaft was part of the thrill. Feeling his agitation build until that took place was incredibly exhilarating. Surely he understood a mouth never felt sweeter on his dick until he reached an intolerable point. If she simply gave into his urge, the satisfaction wouldn't be nearly as lasting. Gary would soon learn how adept her oral skills were. She had yet to meet a man who didn't value the talent of her hot, sucking lips.
In response, she flicked at the underside of his shaft and traced the heavy vein with a butterfly technique that made him shudder. She could plainly see his cock growing larger from her efforts. With lustful precision, she returned to the tip with a pleasure-giving slurp.
Gary gasped at the lips that pecked at the top of his dick, wanting them to descend over him in one continuous swallow. Roxanne's sexy spittle frustrated him. Her drool sizzled upon contact. He wanted more of his cock to get wet. He barely fought off the urge to seize the back of her head and shove it down her throat. He resented being teased, having grown accustomed to receiving exactly what he wanted. Remaining steadfast in position, she nibbled his head while the rest of him ached for dramatic consumption. God-he wanted nothing more than to be totally engulfed by those delectable lips, until they reached the base of his cock. For a second, he wondered if she was afraid sof choking. Admittedly, he was enormous; length, however, shouldn't be an obstacle. He was quite sure he would fit nicely in her mouth. Besides, he could tell she wasn't exactly inexperienced. If she wasn't capable of taking him, then she should never have accepted the challenge. Now that she had his hormones at boiling pitch, she had to complete the task.
"Come on, baby," he mentioned between clenched teeth, "swallow it. Show me how much you can take."
Roxanne recognized the urgency in his tone. That served as confirmation. Sliding her hands over his ass and firmly cupping them, she parted her lips and took all she could. His cock went into her anxious mouth with an abandoned thrust. She caught the pronounced throb of his shaft as every bit of his dick was made juicy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, enjoying this tasty part of him. She moved slowly up and down his cock, devouring it with a flourish. Her lips traveled in a flow of saliva, trailed by sweet friction. Inch upon inch engaged her throat structure. Never once did she relent in her bid to take him whole.
"Oh, Jesus," he grunted, ill-equipped for this change in routine. From her manner, he had prepared himself for several more moments of licking; he hadn't expected to be completely covered by her mouth. His fingers slipped through her abundance of blonde hair, pulling her fast to his rigid thing. For a second, he almost lost control. The impulse to shoot in her mouth overruled him, yet he managed to place it in check. If she was to obtain maximum benefit, his orgasm would have to be delayed as long as possible. He searched for the stamina to meet the constriction of her lips and not explode. He steadily drove through her face, finally recognizing his return of power. "Yeah, baby. Do it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me touch those tonsils. Bring those lips down to my balls."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne massaged his cock with her lips. Bubbles of saliva streamed down his shaft, only to be captured by her weaving tongue. She elicited groans of pleasure from him as she worked him with her mouth. His back slammed to the wall in reply to the force she exerted. Sucking noises echoed. The sounds she made increased his gratification. There was no way to halt the craving to suck his dick. Attaching herself to something so big and alive spurred her. Now that she was away from the spying public, she was free to pursue her darkest desires. Roxanne Plenty was on her own time-and bent on enjoying every second of it.
She released his ass and circled his balls. They were compact, filled with cum. She sucked harder on Gary, hungry for it. Her mouth watered for those hot squirts that were sure to happen when Gary couldn't handle another minute of her cock-wringing technique.
For a split second, Gary almost forgot he was inside the mouth of self-righteous advice columnist. He sweltered within the confines of her cock-pleasuring lips. It took considerable effort to clear his mind of all fragmentation to recall her culpability. He glared down at the blonde head bobbing between his legs, eating his dick. His pulse jumped, watching her absorb every bit of him. Once again, he entertained thoughts of jamming it down her throat, but curbed them. He had decided he was going to create an illusion that would last the length of her visit. He was going to become Roxanne Plenty's fantasy in the flesh.
"You like it, don't you?" he muttered. "You like putting your mouth all over it. Yeah. I can see how much. Ahhhhhh. Keep doing that. More. Suck it good. Suck my cock. Keep it wet. Blow me."
Roxanne made ever louder noises as she mouthed him. She scooped up his balls with a sweet caress, then brought her lips to the heavy stem of his cock. The amount she took was definitely too much, but she looked beyond any discomfort to finish the job. Gary's hoarse breathing more than compensated. When the back of his head thudded against the wall and he trembled, she was convinced she was in control.
Gary clamped her head and began feeding her his cock in a frantic swing of his hips. His balls rocked toward her chin. He buried himself in Roxanne's face, oblivious to all but the receptacle she supplied. Her resulting squeals were interpreted positively. She received all of him without complaint. White-hot desire snared him, driving him forward. At first, he couldn't remember feeling any sort of friction as he buried himself into that warm, wet void, but as he fucked it for several moments, Roxanne began to respond with some semblance of sucking. Eventually, he experienced the pull of her lips and sweep of her tongue. He couldn't help but avail himself to this opening and the oral pleasure it furnished. His groin bounced off her lips as he smacked into them again and again.
"Yeah, let me fuck your face, baby," he groaned, stuffing himself between the lips molded to his cock. "Let me fuck it. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I've got to fuck that mouth. Gotta go deep-"
Christ, he couldn't believe the head he was getting. It was indescribable. Deep, lusty groans emerged from the bottom of his throat. He plunged into her face, deriving intense satisfaction. Roxanne Plenty went down on him like a seasoned professional. His balls were aching for relief. Once again, he found himself fighting the urge to shoot, given the seductive rhythm she effected. His coolness was deserting him. The stimulation was high-octane. He couldn't permit himself to cum-not so quickly. He didn't want his calculated endeavors to end prematurely in her mouth.
"Are you going to swallow it, baby?" he gasped in a feverish sweat. "You want to taste my cum? I'll bet you do. Keep going and you'll have a whole lot. Work it up from my balls. Work it up with those lips. Yeah. Suck me harder, faster. You know it'll be good. I've got so much to give you. So much-"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Gary's fingers tightened around her head as he shoved his cock into that sweet opening. He watched the disappearance of his dick through a haze of dripping sweat and blazing heat. Roxanne visibly enjoyed swallowing him. It was as though she had denied herself this delicacy for an eternity, and planned to catch up with what she had missed.
Roxanne could tell Gary was about to cum. She usually sensed when a man was at the verge of orgasm. The quickness of breath, the deeper groans, the intense shaking and the pool of sweat all contributed to this conclusion. She sucked harder on him, willing him to cum. She wanted him to explode in her mouth. Her lips worked him in a frenzy. Her hand curved around his balls, encouraging him to finish.
"Mmmmmmm," she sobbed, letting her spit ooze down his excited cock. Instead of making an attempt to reclaim it, she let it trickle to his balls. As the drifting globs hit their target, he elicited a choking sound.
Gary tried to maintain his study of her ecstasy-ridden features, but was overcome by the fury of Roxanne's mouth. He balled his fists and slammed them against the wall as the concentration it vented upon him caused him to erupt.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhhhh," he howled, shooting into her mouth. "Uggghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhhh!"
Even as he flooded her cheeks with cum, Roxanne's sucking didn't weaken. She continued to milk him with her lips, drawing the hot goo from his cumhole after the several gushings. Gary gave her a delicious treat. Though she gulped most of it, some spilled along the corner of her lips and dribbled down her chin. She wasn't about to disengage herself to attend to the mess-not until she was sure she got the last of his ooze.
"Jesus," Gary muttered, slumping against the wall. He could barely stand another second. His knees were about to buckle after that mind-blowing discharge. Not by the wildest stretch of the imagination could anyone guess a celebrated columnist like Roxanne Plenty gave blow jobs like that. A few moments after Roxanne detached herself from his semi-hard dick, he slid down the wall until he was face to face with those fuck-me blue eyes. His long, hairy thighs surrounded her knelt figure. "Whew. That was some suck."
She smiled at him, making no attempt to wipe her mouth. Sighing, she appeared ready for more. "Don't tell me you're wiped out."
"Not by a long shot." He grasped her shoulders and dragged her to her feet. Although she had temporarily disarmed him, he was by no means rendered useless. He still possessed most of his energy, and rebounded. With a flick of his thumbs, he made her nipples pop out of the bikini top. Those appetizing nuggets were ripe for sucking. He placed his mouth over them and used his tongue to effect.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Roxanne sobbed, feeling the wind get knocked out of her. Bursts of joy overtook her. She wasn't quite prepared for the raw enjoyment it provided. Gary succeeded in rocking her very foundation. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhh. Suck them. Suck those tits."
Gary helped himself to both. They were twin globes of soft perfection, begging for attention. He mouthed them generously, making furious contact. He puckered and sucked and licked them to her contentment. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
A flurry of tingles assaulted her. She moaned, pleased with the stimulation his sucking afforded her. Cupping his head, she ran her fingers through his thick dark blond hair. "Ohhhh. Yes. I like that very much. Suck harder. Gently scrape them with your teeth. You're making them stiff. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne's nipples were not the only things getting stiff, Gary thought, as his cock swelled to full size. He was ready to give her pussy some much needed action. He kicked his Speedos off, then threw his legs out. "Come sit on me, baby," he said in a hoarse voice, filled with urgency. "Let's give your pussy something it hasn't had in a long time.
"What makes you think I haven't had it lately?" she asked, lightheaded.
"I can tell."
Once again, Roxanne was drawn to his insolence. He was exactly the kind of man she regularly blasted in her column-but the one she loved to fucked. Mmmmmmmmm. She was definitely going to enjoy her stay at Ecstasy Isle.
She pulled back the section of her bikini that covered her pussy. After spending ten nonstop minutes on his cock, she had gotten sopping wet. Having warm male flesh in her mouth-particularly in a throbbing state-generally had that effect on her. Relatively little stimulation was required in making herself moist for penetration at this point. Getting her tits sucked helped, but touching a cock with her lips got her there faster.
Roxanne stuck a turgid finger into a cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, I haven't felt something nice and hard inside here for weeks." Very slowly she withdrew it. "Look how juicy I am."
He pulled her onto his lap. Her shapely ass sweetly slid into position. "Your wait has ended. Here comes the real thing-the way you always dreamed."
As he inserted the plump head into her pussy, she rolled her tongue along the rim of her lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You're getting me so fucking horny. I hope you last a lot longer this time, baby. I'm going to ride you like never before."
"That's what I'm expecting." He seized her shoulders and pushed her down on it. "What you had moments ago was warm-up. This is the main event."
Roxanne moaned as Gary's cock slid through her tight pussy. He pressed firmly through the hot clutch of muscle, forcing her inner walls to widen as more and more of himself was introduced. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Is that thing big! Oh, yeah, let's make it fit." She helped, plowing down with her snatch. His rigid dick felt good. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Her mouth dropped open. She grabbed him by the biceps and stroked him with her nails. She wanted to watch it go in, but was overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation. Her eyes automatically shut; when they opened, they flickered, then rolled up in her sockets. "Oh, my God. Ohhhh."
Gary couldn't fake it; Roxanne's pussy was incredible. He was caught up in that moist enclosure, feeling it cling to him like a second skin. "Oh, yeah. Cover me with those juicy lips, baby. Slide that pussy right over my cock."
Roxanne's vision blurred as she settled onto that heavy shaft. It was undeniable pleasure, being situated on a real man. She couldn't hide her excitement; even minimizing it to retain her authority was totally impossible. She let that cock dig deep into her snatch, prying her apart. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. It was abundantly satisfying. When his balls grazed the insides of her thighs, she knew she finally reached bottom. His dick was completely embedded, high in her pussy. She was fully crammed. "Oh, God-what a rush."
"Too much for you?" he asked, as sweat trickled from his brow.
Roxanne was never one to admit defeat. Even at the height of sexual excitement, she refused. She matched his confident expression with a teasing smile. "Not a chance."
Gary watched as she dove into it with wild abandon. Her hips moved lamely, then gathered speed as she stroked his stiff cock. He gasped as she squeezed it through her clenched pussy, making him slick with her ample juice. She seemed game for the challenge of handling what he gave her. He fucked back, fighting against all that female energy, shoving himself in to the hilt. "Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck me. Go for it, baby. Take it all into that warm pussy. Yeah. Take me deep."
Roxanne took it quite seriously as she rose and dropped onto him. She swung her tits at his chest, tempting him with her erect nipples. She dared him to touch them as they swelled in his direction. Manipulating that solid mass with her taut cunt lips produced more juice. She oozed over that hard thing until it became slippery. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I don't want this to stop. I want hours of this." The sensation of being filled by a man left her breathless. She anchored herself firmly in position, catching the sight of his shaft jamming its way into her snatch. She felt his balls slap her ass as she intensified her rhythm. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She loved sitting on a big dick.
Gary slid his thighs up until they brushed the curve of Roxanne's back. He circled her waist with his hands, then shoved himself high into her pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. He was gratified by her frenzied response. Although Roxanne cried out upon impact, he noticed how her pussy rushed back to him with its squishy embrace. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
He peered into her blue eyes and noted she had distanced herself from everything but her individual pleasure. He was smug in his ability to provide her something that perhaps couldn't be duplicated. Sure, there were studs out there, but none that matched his skill. He was confident in his ability to win her over.
And then, quite naturally, he would dump her.
His old hostility manifested itself. He thrust inside her again and again. Let her receive satisfaction from his cunt-pleasing strokes. Let her orgasm be as explosive as the one she gave him. Before her vacation was through, she would invariably form an attachment to him that would never be reciprocated.
Gary sat back with a thin film of perspiration covering his face as he watched her take pleasure. He delighted in her soft whimpers as her pussy milked him. Though it might have been acceptable to continue letting her fuck him, he gave her some powerized thrusts of his own.
He finally took advantage of those nipples. Enclosing each bud between his fingers, he gave them an arousing pinch. His tweak was welcomed by a gratified moan. Roxanne tossed her hair over her shoulder, then arched her back. Her tits were held high as she rode him. She bore down on him, ramming her snatch to capacity with that bone-solid cock; even when she pulled away until only his nectar-drenched head was submerged, she immediately came back for more with a resounding plunge and delighted squeal.
"Give it to me," she sobbed. "Give it to me hard! Don't hold back! I want you as stiff as possible-as far as you'll go!" Sweat flicked off her nipples, sprinkling onto his expanding chest. Her eyes had that sex-glazed, vacant look. She was clearly conscious of little more than her own pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. More. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Roxanne took a moment to observe him in the throes of ecstasy. She viewed his fiery response after her moist pussy smacked the base of his cock several times. His staying power pleased her. Men of lesser prowess would have quickly shot inside of her undergoing the punishing blows of her pussy. Few could handle the heightened levels of excitement for extended periods. His dick pumped her, bouncing against her walls of resistance.
Her tits pitched in each direction, glistening with sweat, above his chest. She gathered them up and wrung the moisture from her rock-hard nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." Without missing a beat, she hurled herself over him. Their flesh made a wet thud upon impact. The bristly texture of his matting scratched her excited nubs as she worked them through the coarse mesh. Eventually, she met his soaked skin. Gary let out a searing cry.
"Jesus," he muttered as she raked those swollen nuggets back and forth over his heated surface. He enclosed her ass cheeks, attempting to steady the wild force mounted on his lap. Roxanne did not relent in her unrestrained thrusts. It was as though she were intent on milking him of cum. "Oh, Jesus-"
"Yeah, baby," she moaned, slithering against him, sending her hot breath over his face. That, accompanied by the delicious feeling of being squeezed deeply inside her pussy, brought him closer to orgasm than he wanted to be. He quickly revised his plan, knowing she could make him cum at whim.
Gripping her by the shoulders, he launched into some intense fucking. He concentrated on her expression and the frenzied motion with which he worked his cock. After lunging into that cunt for several uninterrupted seconds, he sensed her compliance. She no longer seemed able to focus on making him cum.
"Yeah," he muttered, burying himself deep between her legs. "Yeah, baby. Here. Feel it. Feel it fuck you."
Roxanne detected a lack of control as she gave over to his expert fucking. In the past, she was able to separate herself from the waves of pleasure, but Gary's style overwhelmed her. She was really enjoying it, opening herself up to that battering cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Those rough, even strokes took command of her senses. She had no choice but to spasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out as that last, joyful thrust hit its mark. She compressed her pussy to his manly bulk, riddled with contractions. "Ohhhhhhh! I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming-"
"Yeah," he groaned, shoving himself through her quivering flesh. "Yeah. Cum for me. Let me feel you cum around my hard dick. Yeah."
She stared into his eyes, wanting to capture the expression of power over her. He seemed to be proud to have gotten her off. "Cum in me," she murmured. "Please. Cum in me.. .wow."
Gary rolled her onto her back so he could have complete control. Roxanne had no energy left with which to complain, breathlessly submitting to his preference. He launched into ceaseless pumping, making their groins slap as he fed her his orgasm-hungry cock. His balls whacked her as he sank through her juicy cunt lips.
"Oh, yes," Roxanne sobbed as he ground against her clit, affording her acute satisfaction. "Cum in my pussy. Please hurry. I want you to cum. I want it so much."
Gary saw the urgency in her complexion as he fought to put out the fiery itch between his legs. Their flesh slammed together in wanton confirmation of their lust. He liked seeing her beg for it. This would only be the beginning. She could come to him every night, searching for the kind of pleasure only he could provide. His grip on her tightened. Her slippery flesh was almost impossible to grab, yet he managed.
He aimed for her furthest recesses with each stab of his cock. "Yeah, baby. Here it comes. I've got more for you."
She saw his features screw up a second before he emptied the last of his jism into her pussy. Wrapping her arms around him, she soothed him as he discharged. "Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes, baby. Cum in me."
Slowly, Gary disengaged himself, dragging air into his lungs. Sweat poured heavily from his body. Roxanne massaged herself, smiling. The enjoyment he gave her was immeasurable, the afterglow was so lasting.
It took only a moment for him to recover. "How about that drink? We can step down to the bar?"
Her lips curved. "I'd like that."
He placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. "I hope we'll see more of each other while we're here."
"If you'd like." Roxanne had no intention of letting someone this good slip away that easily. She still planned on seeing a few other studs during her vacation, but Gary would be her "chocolate" when she was in the mood for a treat.
Gary suppressed his smile of contentment. Of course, they would see each other. From this point forward, he would see their relationship intensify.. .until he brought it to an abrupt end.
CHAPTER TWO
Down on the beach, Jim Duda and Bill Mitchell surveyed the bikini-clad women with intense interest. Having recently graduated from college, they dipped heavily into their savings to afford themselves a much-deserved gift. The past several months had been devoted to completing their finals. Now that the weight of full-time employment hung over them, they determined a wild vacation was in order. Hard work and responsibility awaited them at home upon their return; for the next two weeks, however, the operative word was party.
Ecstasy Isle, the playground of fun-seeking singles, was the ideal spot to celebrate their last fling at freedom. Although the price was exorbitant, the allure of such a place excited them. The brochures detailing nude beaches, abandoned spirit and non-stop partying caught their immediate attention. Having their expenses at school almost completely covered by their parents left them with enough cash to blow on such an extravagance.
Jim and Bill had shared an apartment on campus, so their splitting the cost of a rented condo was natural. Each was accustomed to walking into a room while the other was fucking some girl he picked up. Since women outnumbered the men, they saw no point in having regular partners. Occasionally, they participated in three-ways. Sex was their favorite form of recreation.
"Hey, look at that babe over there," Jim cited. "How'd you like to do her?"
Bill examined the svelte curves of a prospective lay. Her tits were large and ripe, her mouth sensual. He envisioned a number of erotic acts with which they could engage. "I'd like that. Yeah. I could find a whole lot of things to do with her."
Jim grinned. "I'd probably do her, too. You should see the chick I did last night while you were at the bar. Big tits, tight cunt, hot mouth. Man, she couldn't get enough. Once I had it in her pussy, she went wild. I fucked her three or four times before she was satisfied."
"Oh, yeah? Weren't you exhausted?"
Jim laughed. "Not a bit. She was fun." He recounted how responsive the girl was to his jackhammer thrusts, watching her moan as his swollen cock was crammed into her sopping hole. She took it without a complaint, too. Jim's nine inches weren't always received in the same fashion. Some girls couldn't take all that pumping without coming up for air. One, he recalled, insisted he stop and even withdraw so she could finish him with her mouth. Jim didn't mind getting sucked to orgasm, but he preferred being surrounded in hot squish. Nothing satisfied him like a snug pussy. Tall, blond and lean, Jim offered a tempting package to the female population. His dedication to sports afforded him the kind of muscles girls liked to stroke.
Similarly, Bill contributed to the roving female eye. Dark-haired, athletic and almost six-two, he made mouths water-and was abundantly aware of the effect he had. Vanity was circumstance for these two.
"I got myself into a nice sixty-nine scene with someone I met at the bar," Bill admitted. "She gave really great head, too. Man, she got the whole thing to fit in her mouth." That, he felt, was quite an accomplishment, as he was slightly larger than Jim. It wasn't often that they saw a girl swallow down ten inches easily. "I'm used to having only my head sucked, but she swallowed it all. I had trouble concentrating on the lap job I gave her, but managed to make her cum."
"Did you fuck her, too."
"Sure. Right on the beach, under the stars." He laughed. "Did I ever curl her toes."
"I'll bet."
Bill's memory lingered on that eager mouth that had absorbed his dick. Her tongue had slithered enjoyably along the sides, then swept up to the head in an abundance of saliva and warmth. Whew! Several times, he had been on the verge of climax as she drew him further and further into her throat, orally clinging to his member. His frequent dabs at her clit increased her appetite for cock. While his big thing was tucked in her mouth, he licked her pussy until she was shaking. Her thighs had gradually tightened around his head, urging him to clean her nectar-rich cunt. He made her cum twice before erupting, giving her the sweetest lapping she ever had.
Jim and Bill had no idea they were the focus of two beautiful girls sitting fifty yards away across from them. Both had donned bikinis that emphasized their sexiest assets to advantage: long, smooth legs; plump tits; and tiny waists. While Jim and Bill were ensconced in talk of girls, these two were involved in a steamy conversation about guys. With the sun beating down on the appetizing flesh carefully arranged to capture its rays, the varying topics rarely seemed to stray from one theme.
"Which one do you want?" asked Cathy, whose glowing green eyes and flaming red hair were most noticeable. Silently, she cast her vote for Jim, whose dark blond masculine looks held her captive.
Alexa, unable to make up her mind, blushed at the possibility of a man touching her. Retaining the sexy innocence of a high school cheerleader at age twenty, Alexa was decidedly more a flirt than a participant. Her fluffy blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes had her resembling a porcelain doll-great to look at, but quite fragile. "I don't know. Really, Cath, this isn't such a good idea.. . "
"The hell it is!" she flared. "Didn't you beg me to drag you to Ecstasy Isle to have your first, sacred fling? Weren't you sick of your mother's influence?"
"Let's not discuss Mother. She means well."
Cathy sighed. "For crissake, Alexa, you can't remain a virgin for the rest of your life."
Alexa bit her lip. She should never have confessed her secret to Cathy, even though they had known each other since they were children. Cathy abided by few morals, giving her life over to sexual freedom. It troubled Alexa to see men caress Cathy, sneaking fingers where they didn't belong. She recalled catching some guy slipping his hand between Cathy's legs; Alexa was at once shocked and aroused. Part of her wished she had that sort of abandoned joy, the other made her run for cover. Alexa worried that she had a serious defect in her character. How could someone pant at such activity in one breath, then cringe in the next?
Naturally, Cathy reveled at being watched. She encouraged Alexa to view her at the height of excitement, particularly when they double-dated.
One incident remained fixed in her mind. They had gone to a drive-in with two guys and submitted to some heated kissing. After a while, Alexa's escort was left to frustration as Alexa's stunned expression presided over Cathy's writhing form in the backseat. Cathy's tits were taken out and being fondled. Alexa watched, stricken, as Cathy's partner pinched, then sucked on her erect nipples. Cathy, rubbing herself heatedly against his obvious erection, made tiny sobs that brought color to Alexa's face. When the sound of his zipper was heard, Alexa had ended her surveillance and returned to the movie they were supposedly watching at the drive-in. While sorting her observations, Alexa refused any gropes from her date. She also became oblivious to the subsequent noises that drifted from the back. Whatever Cathy did from that point, she did not want to know.
Alexa was aware of her curiosity, but afraid to take it one step further. She couldn't deny experiencing a thrill at seeing a hard-on. A warm, anxious feeling overtook her pussy. She had gone the necessary distance to giving head. Sucking a cock was pleasurable, but minutes after taking it into her mouth, she panicked at the-likelihood her date might demand more than a blow job. In order to prevent that from happening, Alexa had learned how to bring a man swiftly to orgasm using her lips and tongue. Cathy gave her some tips, but Alexa developed her technique mostly through practice.
One thing Alexa adamantly refused was to have her pussy eaten. She feared that the ultimate loss of control would cause her to succumb to her partner's yearning. Having something that large in her mouth was one thing, but to consider letting it enter her pussy was unthinkable. Alexa fretted about pain and the torment she would undergo. Also, there was her mother's reaction to weigh: if she learned Alexa had given up her virginity, she would be hostile.
"You're a fool if you think it won't hurt," Cathy confided. "It's just one of those things in life you encounter, then forget. Concentrate on the pleasure its giving you. Think about how great a man feels inside your pussy. That's the trick. Once you teach yourself to relax, you'll cum. It's a cinch."
Alexa nodded. She longed to be rid of her cherry, but required the courage to make it possible. The purpose of spending all that money to come to Ecstasy Isle was to finally liberate herself. If she attempted this while at home, Alexa doubted she would carry her plan to its end.
"So, who do you want?" Cathy asked impatiently, bringing her back to the present. "The blond or the dark-haired one?"
"Come on! Don't be a wuss. From the bulge in their swimsuits, either one is a winner. Frankly, I prefer blonds myself."
It was much too simple and straight forward to suit someone of Alexa's timid background. "I.. .I can't."
Cathy swung her beach bag over her shoulder, adjusted her sunglasses and sighed. They'd had this discussion before, nothing yet having changed. "Well, see you in the shower."
Alexa watched as Cathy approached Jim in haughty style, sparked conversation and eventually went off with him. Her consenting glance left little to the imagination. As they vanished from sight, Alexa regretted her decision not to take action. Perhaps that was what it took: a surge of confidence. The guy was certainly exceptional. In the back of her mind, she pictured the two of them locked together with sweat dripping from their bodies, moaning with pleasure. That glimpse haunted her.
Bill ambled over to her, a sheepish grin planted on his face. "Want some company?"
Alexa shrugged. She wasn't prepared to contend with him after Cathy made off with his buddy. More importantly, she hoped he wasn't expecting her to provide him the same service. Although he was easy on the eyes with that toothsome smile and swimmer's body covered with hair, Alexa was unwilling to offer anything beyond pleasant conversation.
Without waiting for her to finalize her invitation, Bill took the spot vacated by Cathy. He stretched his long, muscled legs in front of him, and leaned on his elbow. The look he gave her was common to those she often received. Sex was definitely on his mind. Since Cathy had made it available to Jim, Bill must have concluded he was going to get it from Alexa.
"Want to go for a walk down the beach?" he suggested after gazing at her curvaceous body for several moments. He made no attempt at discretion; he stared hungrily at her.
"I think I'd rather stay here," Alexa said, her teeth almost chattering. Bill was having a strong effect on her. She didn't think she would be this susceptible, but having a man's body inches from her stirred her hormones. A rebellious impulse forced her to glance between his legs. The bulge in his swimsuit did reinforce Cathy's earlier statement. He must be incredibly hung.
He leaned toward her, and in a deep voice, said, "We'd have a lot more fun in my room."
Alexa automatically shook her head. "I.. .I'm not interested."
Bill chuckled, took another indulgent scan at her, then got to his feet. "Liar. I'll see you around."
Alexa felt her cheeks burn as he walked away. She balled her fists and smacked the sand. He was right-it probably would have been fantastic.. .if only she could summon the nerve.
* * *
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Cathy as Jim's tongue slithered into the drenched cove between her legs. She dug her nails into the sheets, undulating, with her knees hooked over his shoulders. Her flaming red hair thrashed against the pillow in response to his oral expertise. Her luscious features were a study of ecstasy. "Oh, Jim, please, don't stop. Don't-"
His saliva washed against her burning clit, mixing her saline secretions with his own. He traced his fluttering tip along the smooth surface, initially with playful strokes, then with more pressure and frequency. His thumbs, pinning back her juicy cunt lips, rotated to afford her greater stimulation. After subjecting her to several moments of this heavenly torment, he inserted his finger into her pussy and pumped it. Her sharp gasp, followed by notable quivering, gave him a raging hard-on. He barely fought off the urge to stop eating her and climb onto her inflamed body. His dick ached for enclosure in all that succulent anxiety. Penetration would be sweet.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, suck me, baby," she whimpered. "Suck my pussy. Lick it hard, lap those juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Drink them. Eat my cunt."
Jim, at the ready, delivered a slew of oral maneuvering Cathy hadn't experienced. He sucked her pussy with total enthusiasm, cleaning the sodden patch of all moisture. Girl goo oozed from her crevice, instantly dispatched by her circling tongue. He fed ravenously, gulping her tasty nectar. He luxuriated over her swollen clit, tormenting it with lingering strokes, vibrating it with his tip, coercing it to graduated levels of bliss.
Cathy reacted to the consistent flow of attention. She slammed her head into the pillow, then clutched at the headboard for support. Elevating her hips, she brought her pussy repeatedly to his mouth, looking for more of his imagine tricks. She watched his desire-filled expression as he descended upon her pussy, his head bobbing animatedly as he took mouthfuls of cunt. After staring at his gluttonous activity through her parted legs for several minutes, Cathy's eyes closed and her mouth dropped to emit a high-pitched sob.
Having brought her to the brink of excitement wasn't enough for Jim. He knew he had to get her completely wet before he dared fuck her. Her pussy had to be extremely moist to swallow him whole. Even if she could handle its extreme hardness, his length could pose a problem. In order for every bit of his cock to fit inside her, she had to be thoroughly excited.
Cathy didn't seem the least worried about arriving at that juncture. She continued to cry out with wanton abandon as he slurped her pussy. "Jesus, you're fantastic. Ohhhhhhh, faster, harder. Suck it, eat my cunt. Lick those juices. Fuck me with that tongue. Nibble on my clit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. It feels so good. Yeah."
Jim buried his face between her legs, availing himself to all she had to give. Her ass cheeks smacked the mattress as she took advantage of his appetite. Her fingernails continued to scratch the bedding, then pounced on his head and combed through his hair. Her loins seared with an unstoppable blaze, her clit scorched by his hot licks. She tightened her legs around his head, wrapping them securely about his face to ensure uninterrupted gorging. Sweat dribbled from her tits, flinging off her nipples as she writhed.
"Jesus, you're going to make me cum," she rambled. "I'm going to cream all over your face-"
Jim's mind clicked several frames in advance. He anticipated the sensation of his cock sliding into her pussy, getting wet from her juices. He thought about how incredible it would feel to be immersed in cunt.
Cathy's whole being shook. Her legs clung tenaciously to his head, her contorted features reflecting joy. "Oh my God, I'm cumming, cumming-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Jim murmured, gulping her female excitement.
She wrung the last of her cunt drippings before slumping back. Lamely she disengaged herself from his shoulders, moaning. Her body, still shuddering with orgasm, grew numb.
Jim didn't spare a moment. He let her legs drop as he kneeled between them. He was primed for his grand entrance. His dick stood straight up, engorged and ready for action. Slipping cunt-moistened fingers around his shaft and stroking himself several times in preparation, he regarded the set of ass cheeks at his disposal. Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun! Cathy, breathing deeply with eyes closed, was vaguely aware he awaited reciprocation. Her hand fluttered to her brow, brushing away the film of collected perspiration.
"Come on, babe," he murmured as he gripped her buttocks, marveling as the smooth texture. "Let's fuck."
Cathy felt his large hands enclose her and shivered. She couldn't believe he exhausted her. Every cell of her body hummed from those powerful contractions. If he had licked her a second longer, she would have lost her sanity.
Jim wasn't keen on spending several more moments anticipating her complete recovery. His cock was painfully swollen, longing to be covered by her hot, juicy cunt. Aggressively he altered her position, easing her onto her stomach. The tempting arrangement of buns lurked a mere few inches from his towering shaft. He propped them up, steering his cock in direct line with the rear entrance of her pussy.
Cathy's face was smothered in the sheets and pillows, oblivious to the world. Jim took satisfaction in having worn her out with his cunt-lapping. Giving his dick a final caress, he brought the engorged crown to her moist opening and pushed. Inch after solid inch began to fill her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh, God. You're big. You're going to split me in half."
He grinned. "Sure, I'm big, but you can handle it."
"Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Deeper. More. Oh, baby, that's what I call a real cock."
Jim gasped as he was smothered in her wet orifice. The skin of his dick tingled upon contact. "Oh, Christ. Oh, baby, let me get in there fast-" He dragged her to him, unable to hold back. Urgency gripped him as he was exposed to her silken heat. He had to bury his big thing as quickly as possible.
Cathy cried out as he burrowed into her snatch. Involuntarily, she tightened with excitement. Her pussy grabbed him, leading that pulsating bulk into its furthest recesses. Her knees dug into the mattress as he pushed more of himself into her wet opening. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Jim. Oh my God-"
Jim slammed himself to her trembling ass cheeks, fitting the last of his cock into her cozy snatch. "Yeah."
Cathy's lips curved after a beat. Jim's far-reaching dimensions occupied her to the fullest. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby, that feels good. Yeah. Fuck me."
With a resounding thrust to punctuate his enjoyment, Jim grunted. The slapping of his balls on her butt were like love pats. He reached around her, scooping those tits in his hands, and let the heat from her nipples regulate his strokes. He rammed into her, again and again, intensifying their lustful union. He noticed, with utter satisfaction, how Cathy's pussy came right back at him, fucking with equal enthusiasm. He had succeeded in getting her so hot, she couldn't exclude not one of the giveaway signs: her squealish breathing, her quivering, and the wet smacks of her pussy as he slammed his groin to it.
He pulled back to watch his dick disappear into that fabulously slick hole. The friction was incredible. He had to really work his cock to get that throbbing mass into her juicy network of compression. Her ample moisture gave him passage to her deepest pocket.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "I'm aching, Jim-but in the way I like."
"Want me to stop?"
"You'd better not." Her nails sank into the bedding. "Ohhhhhhhh. There's no way you're pulling out of me now. I want us to finish. That big dick is right where it belongs." Her voice trailed off, then she let out a prolonged sob. "Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me, Jim. Ram me hard. Feels so good. So good-"
"Clamp me with those sweet muscles," he muttered. "Squeeze my dick. Enjoy the motion-"
He pumped her with his rock-hard thing, rejoicing in the incredible sensations that were caused. Her slippery walls bound themselves to his thick shaft, unearthing a guttural moan from the pit of his throat. He grasped her hips and shoved all he could into that hot enclosure. Her answering moans informed him of the pleasure she took in his actions.
Cathy couldn't speak while his cock plunged into her tingling saturation. Unintelligible cries spouted from her lips as she absorbed him. Supported by her elbows, she was spiraling downward as the impact of his thrust induced her to succumb.
Jim studied her heart-shaped ass cheeks, then eagerly fed them what he had to give. He relished the delicious constriction of her pussy on his cock. He steadily sent it through that juicy pink ring, deriving its shivering benefit. "You want that cock, don't you, baby? You want my ten inches fucking your brains out. Ahhhhhhhhh. You're pretty tight." She shifted about as he jammed himself whole. No amount of squirming could prevent him from impaling her to the hilt. She seemed to be opened wider to receive his entire cock.
After several uninterrupted moments of pumping, all that could be heard beyond their sharp gasps and wet sounds was the whirring of the air-conditioning unit. Nothing could be said that might heighten their enjoyment.
Jim varied his strokes. Though blood surged through his groin and kept him exceedingly stiff, he found no hurry in reaching orgasm. The act of filling a woman was almost sufficiently pleasurable. Of course, when Cathy moaned in a certain way, or her pussy grabbed him differently, his routine changed. "You like it, doggie-style? like having me stick it in you from this angle?"
From behind that mass of strewn red hair came, "Yeah. I love it. Fuck me with that hard cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Her face turned, revealing her thorough enjoyment. Her glazed eyes told him she might have gotten off a few times without his knowledge.
The door to the condo opened a second later. Bill Mitchell, his roommate, entered. "Well, well, looks like you're partying without me."
Cathy made no attempt to cover herself. Not even the remotest feeling of embarrassment occurred as Bill scrutinized them. She was far too stimulated to let his intrusion bother her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Jim was hardly riled. Quite often, he and Bill shared girls, depending on their receptivity to three-ways. He had a strong suspicion that Cathy would participate in one. "Where's the blonde?"
Bill grinned. "She wasn't having any."
"Didn't feel like joining us?"
Bill gazed at Cathy, whose arousal was total. He saw those big tits swinging as Jim continued to pound her while they conversed. Her luscious expression stirred me~. "Guess not."
Jim shrugged. "Her loss." He picked Cathy up by her tits, molding her writhing form to his chest. "How'd you like to suck his cock?"
Cathy opened her eyes, then smiled. "Sure."
"Good girl." Jim gave her a soul-searing kiss that had their mouths locked and tongues busy for several moments. He stroked her stiff nipples, too, enhancing her generous mood. When their lips parted, he felt an eagerness on her part to give his buddy head.
Bill had his trunks pulled over his hips and his stiff cock pointed in her face by the time Jim lowered Cathy back to her elbows. She shivered in anticipation. His shaft was thick, long and anxious to be eaten, if its throbbing state was any indication.
"It's a shame Alexa didn't want it," she murmured. "I guess she doesn't know what she's missing."
Bill cupped the back of her head. "Do you like it?"
Cathy opened her mouth and took his cockhead between her lips. "Mmmmmm." She circled it with her tongue, then began to increase consumption.
Bill watched as his dick disappeared in a torrent of hot breath and tingling saliva. When her lips reached his heavy stem, he arched his back and gasped. "Jesus. Oh, baby, suck my thing. Take me whole."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, rolling her lips back and forth in a hot suck. Mmmmm. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Jim pumped Cathy harder as he studied her oral movements. He almost wished he'd had his chance in her mouth first, so he could relate to the sensations running through Bill's body. He was, however, buried in her cunt, and in that he felt fortunate. Cathy was a great fuck. "Suck him off, baby. Get your mouth all over that dick. Make him cum."
Cathy operated her skills in a daze. Having two men at once was the ultimate fantasy. One dick pushing into her snatch, the other occupying her mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. She welcomed both of them into her body, taking delight in every second of communication. When it came to men, Cathy could not get enough. The call of pleasure beckoned.
Her nipples were swollen, begging to be pinched. Intuitively, Jim did so without reservation. His hands availed themselves to the billowy globes, thrilling to their tantalizing softness.
"Fuck her face, man," Jim ordered, growing feverish over the puckering noises Cathy made on Bill's cock. "Put it down her throat. She can handle it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Beads of sweat began to form on Bill's forehead. The last thing he expected was to get blown upon entering the condo. He wasn't sure where Jim and this girl had gone, but finding them in bed wasn't by design. The feeling of being sucked on by such a gorgeous girl overwhelmed him. He tried peering down at those perfectly etched features as they reached for him, encompassing his cock in a pool of warmth and moisture, urging him to spew. Jesus! He slipped his fingers through the abundance of red hair and rocked himself to that willing mouth. Cathy's lips massaged him so sweetly, he knew he required only a few more seconds before he would shoot.
"Suck it," he groaned, forgetting Jim was a couple feet away on the other side of this girl, giving her pussy ten inches of serious business. "Suck my dick, baby. Eat it. Swallow me. Oh yeah. More. Suck."
Cathy obeyed. She almost swooned from the thickness of Jim's cock as it ground against her agitated clit. The constant conflict of the two surfaces heated her loins. Dick was coming at it from every direction, it seemed. Stimulation abounded. Jim proceeded to caress her nipples, spurring her onward. The insides of her pussy were stroked to perfection. Her mouth was full of hard, thriving cock. All aspects served her well. She was so close to cumming, she didn't think this goodness would last another five minutes. She worked faster to bring all forces to a satisfying conclusion.
Jim spoke from behind. "I'm ready to pop, baby. Think you can finish Bill with your mouth?"
Cathy panted as his hands swam over her intoxicated flesh. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Bill, perspiring heavily from the session, felt the clamor of orgasm settling upon him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, unable to answer.
From Cathy's increased breathing and thrashing, Jim was cognizant her saturation level had arrived. Her sluiced pussy was so drenched that, when his hammering cock nailed her, he felt like he was embedded in squish. He pumped her hard and fast, giving her everything he had. "Come on, baby. Come on. So close. So-uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhh! Uggghhh!"
The strength of Jim's climax made him hoarse. He exploded inside her pussy, barely conscious of the spurts he fed her. His brain went numb with his body. He completely forgot Cathy was sucking on his buddy and, in a flight of abandon, clutched her tits and raised her up against his chest. Her back was massaged by his abundance of hair.
Bill's orgasm coincided with Jim's. The fact he didn't have Cathy's mouth to collect his jism didn't matter. He splashed over her exposed tits, cum splattering her nipples. "Uggghhhhh! Arrrggghhhhh!"
Cathy came twice, one orgasm triggering another. It wasn't enough to convulse wrapped in Jim's arms with his dick twitching inside her pussy. Her contractions were powerful, making her so weak that, if those steel-like bands hadn't enclosed her, she would have fallen flat on her face.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she whimpered, shaking. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh God! I'm cumming!"
Afterward, they talked in bed. Cathy warmed to their company. "That was incredible. What a rush."
"Too bad your girlfriend wouldn't join us," Bill mentioned. "She seemed like she wanted to, then stiffed me."
Cathy shook her head. "That doesn't surprise me. Alexa's a virgin."
Both men gulped in excitement. "A virgin!"
Cathy giggled. Whenever the mention of the word "virgin" pierced the male eardrum, the thrill of challenge took form in their narrow minds. She could see they were getting hard already, even after emptying themselves. "That's right. She came here to get her cherry busted. Either of you studs interested?"
Jim's eyes were glowing. "Let's make a monetary wager right now: who can do the virgin first! One hundred bucks on the head."
Bill appeared confident in his credentials. "I'll do her first, hands down."
"Not unless I get in her first," Jim snickered.
"Then it's settled. You have the remainder of the week to prove yourselves. Whoever does her wins the pot." Cathy concealed her smile. Obviously, they were unprepared for the-likes of Alexa. She was not going to make it easy for either of them-or anyone else, for that matter.
CHAPTER THREE
The ambiance of the Bare Butt Bar was exactly what Roxanne Plenty craved after a long day spent on the hot beach. A cool refreshment was definitely in order. She entered the smoked-engulfed lounge in another provocative bikini that was little more than strings and sparse material to cover the essentials. The high heel sandals she wore accented her excellent calves.
Gazing at those gathering around the bar, she wondered if there wasn't a man around to satisfy her thirst. The performance Gary Fisher rendered the other day would be difficult to top. Her pussy ached long after their session was complete. She was tempted to give him a call, but stopped herself. That last thing Roxanne wanted was to form an attachment to a single man. If she learned anything in her existence as an advice gossip columnist, it was to never give up one's independence. Unless, for example, the man pledged a firm commitment (which few rarely did), it was unwise to place all of your eggs in one basket. She received the impression that he wanted her to stroke his ego and babble about how superior he was than any other man she'd had. True, Gary was exceptional, but divulging that would tip the scales in his favor. Roxanne was not without her own ego. She might be a healthy, sex-starved woman, but she wasn't stupid.
She perched herself on one of the stools and ordered herself a glass of wine. While waiting, she glimpsed a man who was massaging the ass cheeks of a woman seated several feet away. Roxanne's lips curved when she noted the woman was minus her bikini bottoms. Why wouldn't anyone indulge themselves in a place boasting such an name? The woman receiving physical attention wasn't the least bothered about it happening in public. She permitted the man with roving hands to squeeze and fondle her naked rump to his satisfaction while nursing her drink. Roxanne acknowledged that she had a nice ass, the cheeks deliciously formed. It brought to mind a secret desire to have sex with a woman. She had thought long and hard about introducing that element into her life. Although Roxanne fancied men, she had tendencies toward women. A partner couldn't merely be someone of acquaintance, she determined, but a virtual stranger.
Coming to Ecstasy Isle would hopefully provide her with that experience. She certainly didn't want knowledge of any encounter to come under fire of her adoring public. The woman she shared her first sexual adventure had to be totally discreet.
"Hi," murmured a familiar voice from behind. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Roxanne did not have to turn around to know it was Gary Fisher. She repressed her smile and attempted to be cool. "I just ordered one."
As the bartender arrived with her wine, Gary tossed him a bill. "Got you covered."
She raised the glass to her lips without stating her thanks, and let her eyes drift over to the bare-assed woman getting fondled from behind. "I wonder if she's interested enough to know who's doing that?"
Gary shrugged, then sipped a beer he transported with him. "Maybe she's hoping he'll go away."
"I doubt it," Roxanne resolved. "I think she wants him."
"What makes you think that?"
She smiled mysteriously. "Let's just say recognizing certain behaviors is my specialty."
"Oh?" He nuzzled his face in her blonde mass of hair for a moment. His nose affectionately touched her head. "Are you some kind of psychiatrist?"
Roxanne let out a laugh. "To some stretch of the imagination."
"You seem to like giving advice."
Her eyes narrowed. Did Gary know of her background? She couldn't recall disclosing any specific details that would have him arriving at that conclusion. "What makes you say that?"
Gary took another gulp of his beer. "Just popped into my head."
His naive expression let him off the hook. Roxanne was about to reach for her drink when she heard soft whimpering sounds. Immediately, she turned to the bare-assed woman on the stool and was somewhat shocked to see her visitor from behind had smashed himself to her. A closer inspection revealed that he was pushing his stiff cock into her anus. Part of him had already been submerged, but there was more left to go in. The man's arms were locked about her, holding her passionately. The woman, though excited, did not seem as though she wished to draw attention. Perhaps getting fucked in the ass at a bar was a secret fantasy this man had uncovered, and she yearned to have it fulfilled.
Around her, people milled about with drinks in hand. Many were oblivious to her activities, while some watched, commented, and went on to other things. A quick check of the group filling the tables in the lounge revealed similar animation. One girl elected to remove her bikini top as well as bottom for the viewing pleasure of two studs on the opposite side of a booth. A couple feverishly fondled one another in a corner. A fluffy mass of red curls bobbed up and down between the legs of a man who was sans Speedos.
Roxanne attempted to inject humor in her surroundings. "They must put something in the water."
"I think we ought to go to my room."
"Oh?" she played innocent, "for anything in particular?"
Gary set his large hand on her tanned thigh. Upon contact, desire fueled her veins. She felt a searing, molten sensation churning from the pit of her stomach, prompting a flurry of chills. "Would you care for a detailed write up?"
Roxanne pushed her glass aside and stood on unsteady legs. A strong quiver overtook her. A reminder of their adrenaline-pumping adventure manifested itself. Her earlier decision not to make it so easy for him was quickly abandoned. Gary had a powerful effect on her, whether she wished to acknowledge it or not. "A brief synopsis will do."
"Besides, I've got a surprise for you."
"Oh?" she murmured. "Are you sure it isn't something I've already had."
He grinned. "Not a chance."
"Then what might it be?"
"You'll have to come to my room and find out.. . "
"Oh, Christ," Gary gasped, upon his back as his entire cock vanished into Roxanne's accommodating mouth. Her lips trembled as their received every bit of him. "Oh, baby. Yeah. All of it. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne had taken it out of his shorts without any assistance. Her hands were all over him the second they entered his room. During their walk there, they frequently stopped to embrace. Gary's expert tongue vibrating against hers charged her with excitement. She remembered how powerfully he made her cum using it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. They flung themselves onto the bed just seconds before her mouth descended upon him.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sobbed, massaging him with her saliva-rich lips. His fully swollen cock responded with noticeable pulsations as she traveled its length. Bubbly spit escaped the corner of her mouth, only to be recaptured by its next sweep. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, following her oral movements between his spread legs. "It was waiting for that hot pair of lips. It wanted you so bad. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Get it all wet with your mouth. Suck on it. Yeah, suck my dick." His exhaled sharply between clenched teeth, urging her forward. "Put it all the way down. Yeah. Blow me."
Roxanne obeyed his command. Although she vowed not to get involved with the same man so soon after their last encounter, Gary was too delicious to resist. She set aside her reservations and dove into the session undividedly. She sucked him until she tasted drops of pre-cum. Mmmmmmmmm. She could scarcely wait for his full amount. Hopefully, it would be a copious eruption. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She gnashed that warm, throbbing mass with her lips, rolling over its slick surface. His dick was completely covered with spit. She went down on him without stopping until his balls were lodged against her tight vacuum. She felt a hot quivering in his body that informed her insanity was about to claim him. How much more of this treatment he would take was questionable. Gary showed signs of quickly surrendering what she sought, then found the means to last a while longer. She put a suck on him that should have ended his will to persist, yet he challenged her.
His balls were included in her encompassing licks. Lamely she rubbed the underside of them with her fingertips, then picked each up for a wet, slobbering kiss. She rotated her tip against the taut flesh and hair follicles, oozing spit that was eventually dispatched with a lush sweep. Dabs of saliva were again administered to intensify his arousal, until she finally took each of his balls in her mouth for a vibrating suck. Her combinations of licks, sucking and lip-massaging threatened his oxygen supply.
"Christ," Gary gulped, woozy from her oral delivery. Ahhhhhhhhhh. She kept his dick nice and wet. He appreciated every moment spent in her vacuuming orifice. "Come on, baby, suck me," he groaned, taking possession of her head and guiding each wanton descent. "Suck my dick. Eat it. Fill your mouth and throat with that sucker. Make your lips tight around it. Yeah. Suck it hard. Yeah. Oh, yeah-"
He watched his rigid shaft depart beyond those clenched lips, then trembled as suction and moisture enclosed him. He thrust into her mouth, seeing her for go it. Sucking on his big thing didn't pose much demand on her. Roxanne seemed quite willing to take anything he cared to give her.
Jesus! That warm, wonderful feeling of being consumed by a ravenous mouth was one upon which Gary thrived. His former wife, Joanna, didn't care much for giving head. She professed it made her gag and refused him. If Gary hadn't sought it from others, he would have never known that level of pleasure. He loved the carefully executed licks combined with being sucked whole. Observing its complete disappearance between the lips of an eager participant was a shivering treat.
Roxanne was bent on sucking on him long enough to furnish him an exciting foundation to an evening in bed. Having him explode in her mouth wasn't her intent. She planned on sitting on his engorged cock at the right moment. His first eruption would be in her pussy.
Without warning, she released his dick from her mouth. Webs of spit clung from her sensual lips to his bulbous head. She noted an involuntary quiver as those bubbly globs streamed down his cock. "Hey, what's my surprise?"
Gary didn't lose his cool. That mouth might not be circling him, but realization of what he would soon have came to the forefront. "Have you ever been a spinner?"
"A.. .what?"
He gestured to a Taiwan basket elevated by ropes and a pulley perched above his bed. She hadn't really noticed it when they arrived, engrossed with lust, but now that he mentioned it, she had thought it odd. The large hole at the bottom of the basket drew her curiosity.
Without explanation, she made the connection to its purpose. "I've never done anything like that in my life."
"It's incredibly pleasurable," he said. "Want to try?"
She touched it gingerly. Upon contact, it began to turn. "I'm not so sure I should."
Gary reached for her sopping mound and squeezed. She squished between his fingers. "If this is any indication, I think you've already decided."
Swirls of excitement coursed through her. Gary had the ability to predetermine her responses. Her gears of passion were sufficiently lubricated and her pussy was churning wildly. She stroked his juicy cock fondly, perceiving its enthusiasm for her to submit. His strong throb eroded her reluctance. Gazing at him, she saw his boyish fervor along with his expanding chest. Something profound inside her forbade her from disappointing him. At her nod of consent, he smiled with delight.
"I hope I don't get too dizzy," she mentioned, climbing into the contraption. "I have a tendency to get motion sickness."
"Not with my cock in you," he assured. "When I start pumping you, that will be your last worry. You won't known which direction you're being spun."
Roxanne shook with anticipation. She loved a man with a fanatical desire to dictate the order of things in bed. Although she wasn't prone to admit it, Gary's aggressive attitude was deliriously received. She ultimately understood that with him, her gratification came before his.
Gary adjusted the height at which the basket would hang above him, secured the rope, then stretched across the bed on his back. His dick stood straight up, contemplating the wet constriction of Roxanne's pussy. Ruminating about how fabulous having his cock up her snatch through that hole while the basket revolved prompted some heavy pulsations.
Her sumptuous ass was bared through the webbing. Her stunning legs were draped over the sides. As she leaned over, those plump tits and erect nipples hovered from above. Her ravishing face held a look of readiness. She was, to say the least, a tempting package.
What seized his concentration, however, was the sight of those pink, juicy cunt lips at the bottom of the basket. They were prepared to envelop his stiff cock, then rotate about its beating surface.
Gary picked up the basket, then holding his cock, steered himself into Roxanne's cunt. He studied her expression as he inserted himself. She never seemed fully prepared. The soft, drawn out sigh and the bitten lower lip were customary. Fucking their brains out the other night didn't equip her to receive him without breathless acknowledgement.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as he penetrated her. She couldn't suppress the sob of joy at being impaled. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhh, Gary-"
Her chin went up, her lips widening, her tits swelling-all at once. She seemed to completely open to admit every bit of his excited cock. "Slide it into my pussy. Yes. Oh, Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"It'll be fucking you in a way you never imagined," he promised. "Enjoy what it's doing to you now, then compare it to how great it is when grinding in your snatch."
Roxanne clutched the ropes. She longed to throw her entire body over him, feel real skin and muscle shift anxiously beneath her. She wanted to squeeze his hips with her thighs, drag her nipples across that forest of hair on his chest, and stroke those furry forearms. Being in the basket precluded complete communication; only her pussy was attached to him. Their groins united in the wake of delicious agony. She pushed down to claim every inch of his full extension. Ohhhhhh! His cock was buried deep in her snatch.
A tremendous pressure inside her cunt took form. She became increasingly aware of it as she willed her muscles to clamp him. All that hardness was crammed in the confines of her moist tissue. She could scarcely talk, housing his thick member.
The room swayed from this viewpoint. She fought back the rush of panic. Motion sickness had been her sole weakness. She didn't want it spoiling this hot encounter.
He readied the basket for propelling. "Are you ready, baby? Ready to take a spin."
Roxanne took a large, cleansing breath before answering. "Yes. Spin me."
Gary started slow. The room moved around her at a leisurely pace. She closed her eyes and emptied her mind to all but the pleasure of his hard dick turning in her cunt. Ohhhhhhhhh. She felt after a few revolutions that she had memorized the specific arch of his cock. Ohhhhhhhh. Her pussy lips twisted about the heavy stem, lubricating as they went. The sides served to dampen him.
"Oh, God," Roxanne whimpered, shivering as her clit coasted over the slick, tumid surface. Her long blonde hair whipped over her shoulders, sailing through the air. "Ooooh, yes! Yes! More! Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Gary maintained a steady hand on the basket, conscious of her visible response. Rotation was gradual, yet persistent. His cock, stiff as a bone, served as an axis on which her entire body turned. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. For him, the pleasure was high-octane. Roxanne's juicy cunt squeezed and slid all around him. He was surrounded by walls of sweet compression. "You like the way it feels, baby? Isn't it the best?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, God-"
There was no need for verbal encouragement. Gary thoroughly enjoyed her succulent gyrations. His dick sizzled in her cunt, catching every conceivable angle, every arousing curve. With her pussy coiled securely about him, there was no question of the satisfaction it afforded.
"Yeah. Let's swing that pussy around my dick. Ahhhhhhhh."
Roxanne thrilled to the circular movement. Her dread of growing ill over its direction dissolved. As she turned on him, his cock lodged further in her cunt. The solid feel of bone agitated her channel, making her seep with passion. His dick became all the more wet on which to spin.
Merely revolving around him wasn't enough. Roxanne craved more intensity. She grasped the ropes that suspended the basket and humped him. Her cunt slid up and down his cock, just as it turned with equal stamina. She didn't hold back. Her pussy slammed down on it, covering all that it could. "Fuck me, Gary. Fuck and spin me. Drive it high into my snatch. Ohhhhhhh. Feed it to me through the hole. Yeah.Yeah. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard! Give it all you've got!"
Gary submitted to her, glad to see her volatile response. He worked his hips, meeting her hunger in her pussy. In and out he slid, gratifying her with an occasional slam. He pushed through that juicy network of cunt issue, deriving pleasure from both directions. "Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck yourself with it. Ahhhhhh. Let me into that pussy!"
Roxanne's hair resembled a thrashing whip from below. When her tits came around, he could see the sweat pouring down them. Droplets fell from her rock-hard nipples. Her features were contorted with ecstasy as she fucked him. Urgency fueled her veins. She was completely out of control.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed, pounding him with saturated flesh. Her clit pulsated against his ramming cock. She came again and again, without effort. Her contractions happened suddenly, leading her from one orgasm to the next. "I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming! Cumming-"
Gary felt the iron-fisted grip of her snatch on his dick. He found it difficult to propel the basket much longer. The urge to cum ruled his body and mind. He thrust up into her convulsing flesh several more times before gushing. His head pressed into the pillow, along with the balls of his feet. He fucked through that slippery cunt another minute, then discharged. "Aaarrgghhhh! Yes! Yes! Oh, sweet baby, yes! Uggghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhhh!"
Roxanne experienced the hot, gooey collection in her cunt. Her lips curved as he emptied himself into her receptive snatch. Gary's labored breathing heightened her arousal and satisfaction. They both achieved undeniable ecstasy.
She slumped in the basket, dizzy with pleasure. It was going to take more than several moments to recover. Gary's surprise had indeed been a treat. Although she was somewhat displeased with herself for being with him again so soon, she couldn't help finding him wildly exciting. She was in danger of growing fond of him. Roxanne realized that would be a serious mistake for her. She had never allowed herself to become attached to a single man, and resolved it would never happen-no matter what her body told her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill Mitchell, hardly one to waste time with strategic maneuvers, already plotted as how he would take Alexa North's virginity. His brain whirred at the prospect of burying his dick in her most sacred place with pleasure-giving force. He envisioned her surrender once properly stimulated. True, Alexa had resisted him before, but he was prepared to deal her a heavy dose of masculine charm.
Unconsciously, he stroked the brimming hardness beneath his swimsuit. He was obsessed with thinking about how sweet it was to have a virgin. That his cock would be the first she would enjoy gave him a jump of lust.
Alexa was under his constant observation, so he knew where to find her. The beach was shrouded in darkness, the night breeze cooling the sun-baked sand as his feet shuffled along a determined path. Bill, noting the absence of people along the shore, concluded they had either congregated at the Bare Butt Bar or were in their rooms.
It was a perfect moonlit night for stargazing. For a person more sexually inclined, the sky offered the ideal illumination for fucking.
At last, he happened upon Alexa, who was sitting upon the large rocks that were lashed by the waves, gazing out at the ocean. She permitted herself to be smacked without stirring. The foam rinsed around her feet, luring her into a pensive mood. She seemed to undulate with each white-cap, shivering as the tide broke against her supple breasts. Bill imagined the sensation of water and sea particles swirling between those untouched legs, or the surf pounding against her gentle mound. It made him hard, maintaining that thought.
The serenity of Alexa's features aroused him. Perhaps, though, it was his knowledge of her not having had a man in her pussy that made his cock swell. He took in that sexy body and knew he had to be the first.
Alexa was unaware she was being watched. Her nipples stiffened from the onslaught of the waves. The marvelous combers, with their salty spray, ignited the embers of passion. She longed for a male hand to reach out and touch her. A simple caress was all she wanted.. .until a crash of water hit her crotch. She had always been afraid of getting eaten-even though she had succumbed to it a few times in the past-for the belief she would quickly lose control. Even as she fought to dismiss it, an imaginary mouth descended between her legs and excited her pussy in a way she had only dreamed. She could practically feel its darting point assault her until she became drenched with desire. Getting her clit licked was a forbidden delight. The nice part was inescapable joy; not being able to elude that curling tip. The application of saliva and its blend of warm exhalations sent her into a stupor.
Cathy had once told her she lied to men about cumming when they gave her head; she didn't want them to know she had had an orgasm, so she could keep enjoying what they did. Their tongues very well might have gone numb before she had received her fill.
She quivered as these visions gripped her, propelled by the raging spume. If was fortunate a man wasn't present. In her vulnerable condition, her virginity certainly wouldn't last long.
All at once, she was aware she was being studied. She turned her shoulder to see Bill Mitchell sitting a few feet back with a grin planted on his face. Flustered, she worried that her abandon with nature's elements was put on display.
"How.. .how long, uh, have you-" she stammered.
"Long enough," he muttered.
She swallowed hard, then fought to rise. Her knees were rubbery, and try as she did, found it difficult to stand. She buckled and fell back on the rocks.
Had he caught her fantasizing, seduced by the lure of the ocean? Somehow, even in her awkward predicament, she was terribly excited. She didn't want to admit to Bill she found him attractive. The thought of his arms circling her, her lips nibbling at the nape of her throat and his crotch pressing against her generated a hot quiver. At the moment, she was quite susceptible. The urge to end her virginity was overwhelming. Her pussy tightened by instinct. A warm, oozing moisture engulfed her.
"The ocean is lovely," she murmured, attempting to derail the hot commotion racing in her body, "don't you agree?"
"It's kind of sexy, I think." He came up to her and stroked her bare back. His fingertips scorched her senses. "Its rolling motion puts me in that kind of mood."
With him being closer, Alexa saw the outline of his cock through his trunks. A desire to stroke that enticing shape and observe its reaching full extension manifested itself. The heavy pulsations between her legs continued.
In her mind, she saw herself reclining on the sand and spreading herself open to him. His hand slid over her sex-hungry flesh, awakening each cell during travel. More of her juices seeped from her loins as he wove over her swollen tits to taunt the aching nipples. Those luscious pebbles welcomed his manly touch, setting off electrical currents that coursed through her body and issued one large charge to her starved snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She would permit him to untie the strings to her bikini bottoms and gaze at her naked pussy. Fierce need would rule his expression. The bulb of his cock would emerged from the top of his suit. Her finger hooked the elastic rim to bare the length of his shaft. Ohhhhhhhhh. She could not mentally process its size. How could he expect her to fit such a thing into her cunt? He would split her in half! Even though she was sent in a panic, the void between her legs craved to be filled.
"Are you cold?" he asked, interrupting her unraveling fantasy as she trembled beneath his probing touch.
"No," she murmured. "Not.. .cold."
As his fondling intensified, she returned to her vision of the future. She felt that wresting sensation between his stiff cock and her pussy; inevitably, his cock would win. He would penetrate her seal of innocence just as surely as she pushed her hips in an effort to assist him. It stole her breath to consider this event. She saw herself clinging to him, her thighs wrapped secured to his waist, her chin burrowing into his shoulder as pain shot through her body. He would ride her writhing torment for several moments before it ebbed, replaced by insatiable hunger. She couldn't help thinking this would lead to unparalleled ecstasy. To be filled by a man and work toward taking pleasure with him was her secret wish. She yearned to free herself from the bonds of morality and become a spontaneous soul.
Yet her conscience precluded its occurrence.
"It's late," she mentioned. "I'd better go."
"You don't have to go anywhere. Not when you're with me."
She wasn't alarmed by his boldness, but merely resigned to her unflagging virtue. "Don't waste it on me, Bill. There are plenty of girls down at the bar who truly would welcome your company."
"I don't care about them." His voice was low,. stimulating. "I know what I want."
His erection was several inches from her hand. She ached to clasp it, skin and skin, and experience its wild beat. The temptation almost defeated her.
By the slightest margin, her chastity won. She would not allow herself to succumb. No matter how desperately she wanted to give him what they both craved, she found the reserves to decline.
Bill sensed her detachedness. That clouded look in her eyes punctured his confidence. His cock twitched feverishly beneath the fabric of his suit. He was so horny, he shook. He wanted to seize her hand and place it over his dick so she would have a clue of how great it would be. If Alexa remained disinterested, he would have little choice but to beat-off. Given her virginal status, victory appeared bleak.
"I have to go," she repeated with conviction, then began to drift away. His dream of heaven was shattered, displaced by one that included a cold shower with plenty of soap.
Bill was swift to react. He refused to have his ego bankrupted by her fear of the unknown. He clamped her shoulder and pulled her toward him. In the process, her soft tits were made available to his solid chest. Her supple flesh molded to his muscular frame in sweet surrender. As he suspected, her front was manufactured. His mouth covered her lips, opening them with his tongue. She moaned as he thrilled her with his limber tip, offering shy reciprocation. The bulge of his cock made an agonizing impression against her groin. She wriggled feverishly to him, particularly when he enclosed her ass cheek with his hand and closed the distance between them.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," sobs of joy emerged from her throat. Alexa shivered as he caressed her. She was soaking with desire, smashing her crotch over that jutting shape in his suit. Her clit pressed to its rigid girth and sent a flood of ecstasy that resulted in damp bikini bottoms. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God-"
Bill recognized the speed with which she could be seduced. He did not feel, however, that he could get into her pants fast enough. That hot, churning sensation in the pit of his balls drove him forward. He released Alexa's butt cheeks from his frenzied grip, then slid his hand into the front of her bikini bottoms.
His search through the soft tangle of curls were like electric shocks to her system. Alexa couldn't believe she permitted him the freedom to grope her in such a fashion. It was a violation of her own carefully tailored rules. Her entire mound was in his hand, being squeezed and tantalized for encouragement. She had zero will power to abort his efforts. He cupped her pussy so gently, rotating the flat of his palm over that juicy pink opening, that she couldn't summon the resolve to stop him.
"Oh, Bill," she whimpered, nearing collapsed as his ministrations took effect. He stroked her cunt, sliding the tips of fingers along her juice-rich crevice without attempting complete insertion. His thumb found her clit and grazed it. She shuddered as he intensified her arousal. Rubbing that inflamed dot deepened her breath. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. If his hard body wasn't positioned in front of her, she would have surely tumbled to the sand.
In the heat of her delirium, she reached inside his suit. Her fingers circled around his cock, encountering its savage throb. She thumbed the bulbous head, coercing groans from Bill. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip after several seconds of fondling. She felt her own self get increasingly wet, knowing she had brought his equipment to such a tremendous swell. As nature intended, she was getting lubricated for the next, breathtaking step. No matter how profoundly she felt about losing her virginity, her pussy had no conscience.
Bill was beaming from within. Not only had he reversed her decision to leave, but he was about to do her. Even Jim with his big dick couldn't have scored so simply. The gamble of who did Alexa first was about to conclude, with him the winner. It was the easiest hundred bucks he ever made.
To expedite her complete surrender, he sank his finger into her cunt. Hot, juicy tissue surrounded it, punctuated by a broken gasp from Alexa. He ran his digit in and out of her sluiced pussy, igniting a blaze he hoped couldn't be smothered by anything except orgasm.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he whispered.
"Yes."
"Does it make you feel hot, wiggling through your pussy? Are you tingling with pleasure."
"Oh, yes.. .yes."
"Think about how much sweeter my cock would feel instead of my finger. It's so much larger, and would give you greater pleasure, sliding through your cunt."
Alexa's fingers became more compact around his cock. A second drop of cum escaped from his bloated head, indicating his arousal reached an alarming peak. He was afraid he'd lose it in her hand if he waited much longer.
With smooth persuasion, Bill guided their molded forms to the carpet of sand. His finger maintained its presence in her soaked snatch. His dick throbbed around her enclosed fingers, threatening to explode. He willed himself to override that impulse. His eruption would occur in her cunt, after he worked past her precious cherry.
Alexa remained under his spell, obediently following his unspoken instruction. The strings holding her bikini in place were undone, allowing her tits to spill out at him. He gazed at the bulging nipples, then treated himself to a quick suck. He scooped them in his hands, bringing them to his mouth, thrilling to their billowy texture. Her flesh was warm and inviting as he pursued it with his lips. He left bubbles of saliva around each nub. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. His tongue curled and snapped at those swollen nuggets, prompting their heightened growth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Alexa sighed, cradling his head. "Oh, yes, Bill. More. Suck them."
Her tits swelled in his skillful grasp. He cupped the wealth of pillowy softness, plying them with urgent pressure. Alexa responded heatedly, tugging at his electrified cock. The blood surged through his inflamed member, straining the skin of his dick.
Jesus! He ached to be inside her pussy and rid himself of the load churning in his balls.
Alexa was in the throes of excitation. Her cunt had gotten incredibly squishy against his massaging fingertips. Masturbating was the only method previously used to bring herself to orgasm; having a man's hand trained over that area, prickling her senses was a thousand times better. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Layer after layer of resistance was scaled from years of formation. She never thought submitting could be so sweet. Bill wasn't forcing her to surrender; he liberated the spirit that would carry her actions forward. She was grateful he executed her seduction in a pleasurable manner. She didn't feel rushed or induced, but rather inclined to move in the desired direction.
She opened her legs to him. His fingertips sizzled against her pussy. She trembled as he rubbed her pink flesh. Her juices oozed at his swirling touch.
"I want to do you, babe," he muttered in her ear. "I want to cream in your pussy."
Her clit vibrated from manipulation. His expert fingerwork caused her to expand and contract. Palpitations mounted from within. She stroked his cock faster, summoning the courage to bring the enlarged head to her cunt lips. The urge to push him into her tight pussy rang true.
"Yes," she sighed. "I want it, too. I want to feel you go into me. I want to feel you buried between my legs." Her fist worked him into a frenzy, sliding up and down his length. "Oh, Bill, I do want it."
Bill's eyes lit up like beacons. In a few seconds, it would all be over. If she didn't reduce the speed with which she operated her fist, he was going to shoot all over her stomach. His excitement neared the boiling point. "No, baby, don't-"
His strangled cry was lost as Alexa contracted around his pressuring fingers. Holding his throbbing cock and feeling his provoking digits was more than she could capably handle. She bit her lower lip, then hissed through clenched teeth. Her gorgeous face was marred with contortions. He could feel her cunt jerking in his hand.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her powerful reaction precipitated a weakness Bill could not overcome. Watching her pitch and shudder against his inflamed body defeated his staying power. Bill groped for less stimulating images to diffuse the impulse, but knew it was too late.
"Oh, baby," he grunted, his eyes rolling upward, as the spasms overtook him. The hundred dollars he had hoped to get vanished with before his eyes. "Oh, baby. Uggghhhhhhhh.
Uggghhhhhhh!"
He shot onto her quivering stomach; more followed, in diminishing amounts. Hot seed splashed onto her skin, signaling an end to his riding, driving, shafting her.
Alexa unconsciously distributed his jism with her fingers, letting it cover her tits and stomach. His warm goo scorched her nipples. Ohhhh. She even lathered her pubic thatch, thrilling to its shampoo effect.
After a minute of this kind of vacant indulgence, Alexa's eyes shot open. My God-what was she doing? She panicked about some of it flowing into her pussy and making her pregnant! Jesus!
She sprang to her feet, then began hunting for her discarded bikini. What a foolish thing she had done, allowing this to happen. She was definitely at fault in letting her weakness for sex bring her to the precipice of ruin.
"Wait, don't go," Bill gestured weakly, struggling to regain his powers. "Don't be afraid."
Alexa shook her head. "It was a mistake. I'm sorry. I can't go through with it."
He thumbed his erection, moist with his spilled cum. "It's okay. Things got out of control."
"It won't happen again," she assured him, attaching the strings of her bikini to her trembling form. "I won't allow it."
Bill balled his fist and slammed it into the sand. "Hey. It's not as though you didn't want it."
She considered his statement. "I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming myself. But fucking here on the beach with a virtual stranger is not something I would normally do."
He wanted to tell her he knew the reason behind her rash actions, but let it go. Another time would come when Alexa would want him, and he would find it in himself for things to reach a proper, satisfying conclusion.
The bet was not off-not by a long shot.
CHAPTER FIVE
Laura Bennington had decided, when ending her ten-year marriage with divorce, to celebrate by treating herself to a week's worth of erotic fun at Ecstasy Isle. At forty, she still possessed a firm, sensuous figure devoid of wrinkles, sagging and other indications of advancement. To the untrained eye, she appeared a healthy, vibrant brunette with ten years subtracted from her actual age.
Though her tits weren't as big as she would have liked, her body was lean and taut. Her nipples hardened after a prolonged caress. She aroused easily when provoked.
Laura was ready to live life to its fullest; accountable to no one, she was geared for fast-lane action. She was no longer saddled to a doctor who gave his career priority. Laura quickly learned she was expecting to keep the home fires burning while enduring weeks without seeing her husband. His hours at the hospital were poorly managed in the first place, but when she insisted, after five years of the same agenda, that he revise his schedule, he just as equally insisted she mind her own business.
He felt his presence was greater appreciated in a life-saving atmosphere than at home. Laura gave the marriage another five years, then threw in the towel. She was afraid to waste the rest of her life-and beauty-remaining at home, awaiting the next event on their social calendar to occupy her time. Cutting her losses was the only choice.
She didn't have much of a sex life with Steven. It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy spreading her legs for him, but he never put much care in his performance. Laura had to fake orgasms with him simply because he gave her insufficient time to respond. His cock always felt good in her pussy, but before she was able to build her pleasure, he came.
She tried vibrators for a while, and did receive satisfaction from them. Laura, however, craved companionship. She wanted to be aroused by someone through conversation, have it heightened through touching, then consummate the attraction sexually. The intoxicating sensations a vibrator produced were temporary. After she came, the recovery was all too swift-making her aware of how lonely she truly was.
That was just about the time when Laura began developing an interest in women.
Laura's divorce lawyer, Cheryl Barrett, sensed her disinterest in men. Both women were stunning brunettes with sexy bodies and similar tastes. Cheryl was a good judge of character and interpreted Laura's reaction to her as a sign of sexual preference. Although Laura disclaimed having had lesbian experience, Cheryl set out to prove those tendencies existed.
After inviting her to her apartment at the conclusion of her divorce proceedings, Cheryl offered Laura a potent cocktail. Laura, unsuspecting of her lawyer's designs, accepted the beverage as a token of friendship and consumed it with little encouragement. The usual banter ensued, composed of gossipy chatter. As they conversed, Laura couldn't help from realizing how beautiful Cheryl was, that her figure was perfectly maintained, and made a mental note to join a health club. But her observations had erotic overtones as she traced the curves of Cheryl's body and thought her tits irresistible. The invitation of perfumed flesh beckoned. Cheryl did nothing to dissuade her. She found every reason to sit as close as possible, brushing her with those trim thighs, and even bumping her with those tits. Fantasy evolved. Laura saw Cheryl's mouth over her own breast, sucking on her nipple until it got large and throbbing. To her complete surprise, her pussy became soaked. She crossed and uncrossed her .legs several times, not wishing Cheryl to detect her horny scent. Her clit pulsated, longing to be rubbed. The alcohol, however, isolated her anxiety and allowed her to collect her thoughts. After a while, she willingly surrendered to the fragmented images stuck in her mind.
Cheryl's antennae discounted nothing. She brought the enticing curves of her body at closer range. Laura was mesmerized by the packaging. Cheryl's tits bulged out of her blouse now that the top buttons were undone; one more button would expose more of its luscious shape. She began to wonder what color panties Cheryl wore, and more importantly, if they were lace. Cheryl's pubics would be easily displayed through the latticework if that were the case. Laura's head was so filled with curiosities she couldn't begin to explain their origin.
When Cheryl's hand finally ventured under Laura's dress and enclosed her pussy, the flames of desire raged. Laura almost fainted with joy as Cheryl's inserted a finger into her juicy crevice. She pumped her several times while watching her expression. Laura could see Cheryl was quite seriously about having sex with her.
As Laura stretched out on her back, Cheryl removed her panties. Cheryl's tongue found gainful employment at the source of Laura's sweet nectar. Luxuriant dabs at her clit caused Laura to undulate in blissful surrender. Never had she experienced such joy as when those creative licks found unexplored regions between her legs. Laura thrust her pussy at Cheryl's mouth, urging to swallow all that she dared. Her face was smeared with her fragrant juices.
Recounting the episode left Laura wet. She had twisted wildly on the sofa while Cheryl, having assumed a dominant position, lapped her clean. God-Cheryl never tired of giving head. Her energy was boundless. She could suck pussy for hours, setting an effort few could duplicate. Laura had a session with several others, but discovered none of them could repeat the same carefully executed strokes. Cheryl also stayed on her clit until Laura begged for mercy. Her ability to bring Laura to swift climax remained unchallenged.
There were other sensual aspects to that initial encounter. When Cheryl brought Laura's legs over her shoulders and caressed her buttocks, things really heated up. Cheryl made quite a meal of Laura's snatch, stretching her feast to its limit. She bore down on her pussy, dividing those lips with her tongue and keeping them open with ravenous whips. Cheryl essentially fucked her with that tongue. Oh, God-just remembering got her horny.
The alcohol in her system ebbed to a level where Laura began to question her sanity. What was she doing, letting a woman service her? Her vision blurred as Cheryl's tongue penetrated her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. In the next second, Cheryl was lashing her pink flesh with tingly saliva. Her mouth remained constant, sending her into orbit. Even when she doubted the reason she submitted to this, she saw, to her amazement, how her pussy automatically went back to those lips and tongue for more. After several minutes of uninterrupted sucking, Laura came as never before. Tears poured from her eyes while her oxygen supply was threatened. Nobody, especially her husband, gave her such a powerful orgasm.
Laura wanted to tell Cheryl how wonderful it had been, but Cheryl didn't want to hear a word. Instead, she grasped Laura's head and shoved it between her legs. Laura knew by instinct Cheryl craved the same form of gratification. Having studied her technique, she felt confident of reproducing it.
She didn't know quite what Cheryl expected, but she gave it her all. She started by sinking her tongue into Cheryl's tangy orifice. The sudden jerk of her hips told Laura she was on the right track. Continuing with a vibrating lick, she traced the sluiced lips until they were clean of juice. She concentrated on her love button, slurping it until the thing turned into a pebble. Wetness gushed around her, all attended by her curling tongue. Prior to this session, Laura had never tasted a woman's secretions; with Cheryl's pussy in her face, her lack of expertise was transparent. Licking a clitoris could hardly be weighed as a perversion-not when hers had been done to perfection. Men, somehow, seemed ill-suited for this task; a woman understood the manner in which cunt-lapping should be effected. A woman could render innate satisfaction.
When Cheryl surrendered control, Laura considered it a compliment. Cheryl's buttocks thrashed against the cushions while her fingernails raked through Laura's hair. She mumbled incoherently, looking disheveled, and slammed her cunt right into Laura's face. Laura finished her off at that moment, licking her until she screamed with pleasure.
Laura's entire world changed. Although her girlfriends made every attempt to fix her up with men, it was the women that caught her eye. Women were the ones who aroused her. Women made her hungry.. .and women were the reason she came to Ecstasy Isle.
* * *
"Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne Plenty was on her stomach, feeling a big dick sliding in and out of her pussy. The man who was fucking her was some nameless stud she had made eye contact with and now had her positioned over a rock. She had suspected he was too drunk to cum, and judging from the long time he spent inside her, she doubted it would happen. His stiff cock went deep, burrowing into her snatch. His thrusts were steady, his balls smacking her ass.
"Oh, baby," she whimpered. "You're so big and hard. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
She had wanted Gary Fisher, but settled for him. In the beginning, he wasn't altogether a bad substitute. She had let out a whistle when he whipped his thing out, then sucked on it until it was functional. He was only semierect when he entered her, but after pumping her a few minutes, became a rock. Ohhhhhhhhh! His hands clamped her waist as he fed his excited member into her compressed hole. His pelting groin lingered in the shelter of her buttocks as he held himself inside her. He was securely latched to her writhing form. Both of them sweltered heavily as they fucked.
"Yes!" Roxanne sobbed. "Pound it in me, stud. Hard! Give me the best part of yourself! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! It feels so good. Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. Ohhhhhhh. Get that dick in there. Oh, yeah! Ohhhhhhhh-"
The man said nothing other than a few low-pitched grunts. He performed on command. He fucked her and fucked her until she came twice. But he, on the other hand, seemed ready to go on forever.
Roxanne pushed him away with a shaky, yet determined hand. Her ardor cooled after a half-hour of pumping activity. Sweat was dripping down his face and chest. A hollow look was seen in his eyes. Too inebriated to cum, he stumbled back. As his cock became detached, she saw how juicy it was from her snatch. "Oh. Oh, baby. That's enough."
He sat on the rock against which they fucked while Roxanne put on her pair of bottoms. She might have gone on for a while longer, but there was no feeling expressed in his thrusts. The man might have been remotely aware he was surrounded in cunt, but who he had been fucking was debatable.
Roxanne nursed her pussy five minutes later. All that pumping inevitably lead to a dull ache that throbbed between her legs. She wished she had spent the night with Gary instead, but was disappointed she couldn't find him. The fucking wasn't nearly as good without him.
She bit her lip. She was beginning to sound just like one of her readers, sending her a letter about unrequited love. Roxanne didn't think she loved Gary, but affection was surely felt. Denial, however, was her game. She couldn't accept the fact she, too, was vulnerable to romance. Her readers looked to her for guidance when things screwed up in their relationships. She was the one who pinpointed where the trouble began and how to correct it; the trouble, invariably, pointed to the man.
Perhaps one of the attractions about him was his habit of shrouding himself in mystery. Gary mentioned very little of his background. like herself, he was hesitant to supply details. Gary, to her utter frustration, played by the same rules. She did manage to uncover that they lived in the same city. A barely concealed impulse to possibly continue some semblance of an affair existed. Roxanne fought against it, fearing rejection. If Gary had come to Ecstasy Isle for uninvolved sex-as did a great many others-then he might not be receptive. There was no telling how he would react. In either event, she had some of the hottest memories collected of any man she had come to know.
The ache between her legs persisted. Roxanne concluded the only method of restoration was the Jacuzzi near the pool. The warm jet streams would soothe her.
Fortunately, the area was almost exempt of bodies. Though a few milled about in alcoholic stupors, Roxanne was afforded the degree o privacy she craved to tend her aching pussy.
Settling into the healing waters, she gasped at the immediate comfort. Her nipples instantly grew to erectness, bobbing along the tingly spume. She observed, with mild amusement, how her tits resembled twin buoys floating in a sea of bubbles. The popping sensation revived her. Mmmmmmmmmm. She was most cognizant of the force from the propellants between her legs. Her pussy received maximum benefit from its stimulating hydraulic motion.
Roxanne settled back, lured by the swirling waters. She could almost fall asleep if she wasn't so turned on by the constant movement. Nonetheless, she closed her eyes and drifted with the flow.
Just as she became acclimated to her environment, she heard a splash at the opposite end of the Jacuzzi. Shit, she thought before looking, another horny male looking to make a conquest. After getting fucked against the rocks, Roxanne felt she had had her fill of cock for the day. Her pussy couldn't handle another inch.
"Mmmmmmmm," declared a luscious female voice, "isn't this marvelous?"
Roxanne found herself gazing at a woman of indeterminate age with tits the size of overly ripe melons. They swayed above the bubbling surface like appetizers, with nipples distended. The water, she suspected, was responsible for their condition. Breathing a sigh of relief that she wasn't to be confronted by another cock, she
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The girls, suitably attired, extended their chest for liquid impact. Some of the larger globes, captured securely by the shirt, stretched the letters to distortion.
"Wet down those tits!" a cry went up from the crowd.
Splash! After the buckets were flung, specific commentary was rampant. The dampened shirts, plastered to the proffered sets of tits, revealed eye-popping results. The jutting shapes beneath the sopping material took on stimulating definition.
"Jesus, that one wore falsies! Kick the bitch out!"
"Hey, that one tossed the water right back. Ten bucks says she did silicone."
"Oh, shit, I did leak."
"Man, you've got a serious problem. Now get outta here!"
"Fuck the pencil test. You could shove a typewriter between those babies and it wouldn't fall."
Cathy, as predicted, elicited the most favorable response. The drenched shirt molded against her magnificent chest accentuated the lushness of her lofty pairing. Water still dribbled through the peaks and valleys created, wringing through a luscious mammary maze. By popular vote, Cathy's tits were the winner. She was presented an envelope with one hundred dollars by one of the judges.
"Are you free later?" he asked, unable to keep from glancing at her chest.
She shook her head as Bill and Jim approached. "I believe I'm booked."
"Way to go, baby," Jim said. "We knew you could do it."
"Care for a private celebration, guys?" she suggested. "My room. Twenty minutes."
Bill caught her wink. "Make it ten."
Cathy shook off the excess water from her T-shirt. "Done. I just need a moment to get this thing off before I fucking catch pneumonia." She whirled around, searching for Alexa. Now where was she? Cathy had thought she'd seen her talking with some woman. She had wanted Alexa to join her; perhaps this was to be her big night. Cathy was "up" for some action, and wanted Alexa to participate. Perhaps together, they would put this matter of her pestering virginity to bed.
Oh, well, Cathy sighed in resignation after failing to locate her. Again, Alexa strikes out.
* * *
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Roxanne exhaled sharply, sweat pouring from her temple, as the intense spasm swept through her flushed body. Naked, she shuddered on top of Gary, her nipples moist from the toil brought on by fucking. He was hard as a rock, buried deep in her cunt. She forced her pussy down with all her might, absorbing every last inch of cock, clenching it in her last throes, discerning its twitch as he injected her. The fever spread through her flesh.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhh-" he gasped, arching his hips until she felt his thickness stretch her insides. He, too, wanted to remain a part of her, suspending the moment.
She clutched his powerful shoulders, moaning, weakened by orgasm. It had been even better that the last time they did it-if that were possible.
He caressed her bare flesh with his hands, grunting, as he shrank in her cunt. His massage soothed the aches precipitated by their lovemaking. He obviously knew how sore he made her during the demands of urgency, and now he showed his appreciation.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred, disabled by the physical release they achieved. The muscles in her lower back and thighs smarted, forcing her to dismount. He groaned as his cock popped from her snatch, a soft pop that made him tingle again with desire. Without hurry, she lowered herself beside him, never taking her eyes from his face. He was the sexiest man she'd ever been with. She placed her head on his chest, weaving her fingers into the dense matting of hair. His heart pounded noticeably beneath her touch.
Gary eyed her skeptically. How much longer could he sustain the illusion of caring for her? From the beginning, he had wanted to hurt her, make her feel the pain she indirectly caused by ordering his divorce. When they were fucking, it was difficult to separate his feelings. He put himself entirely into pleasing her, making it the best she ever had. By putting quality before all else, he had accidentally included his emotions. The attachment proved far stronger than he realized.
"That was so good, Gary," she sighed, nuzzling him. "You know, I recently thought about what little I know of you. I mean, your background, your history-we've never discussed it. I want to know more about you, baby."
"What do you want to know?" he asked, afraid of the answers she might receive.
"What you do for a living would be a refreshing start."
"I'm a vice president at a bank."
"Hmmmmmmm. Were you ever married."
He swallowed roughly. "Yes."
She noted the pain in his expression. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Is it necessary?"
"Not unless it makes you uncomfortable."
He clenched his fists. "My wife left me after.. .she received some advice."
Roxanne raised a brow. "From whom?"
"Someone she respected. A person she believed she could trust."
"Did you want the divorce?"
"No."
Roxanne sighed. "I don't understand. If you were happy with her, why couldn't you reconcile your differences?"
Gary shot up. "Look, maybe it's better we left it alone."
His fierce reaction puzzled her. Roxanne had touched on a nerve; somehow, she couldn't abandon it. The desire to set Gary's mind at ease became imperative. "I think we should discuss it. Obviously, you're still upset."
"It wasn't an amicable divorce, if that's what you mean."
"Gary, I want to help you."
"Why?"
His glare, along with his tone of voice, frightened her. "Because I happen to consider myself your friend."
Gary fought from letting his inner rage bubble over. As much as he didn't want to put his feelings on display, Roxanne forged ahead. "Is that what you've become to me, babe? A friend? You mean you're not just-a fuck?"
"I don't understand your change of attitude."
"There's a whole lot about me you won't."
Roxanne read Gary's negative vibrations as plainly as if they had been translated in verbal form. She knew it would be a matter of time before he opened up to her.
She had to do something to salvage what remained in order to perpetuate their affair. She purred and began rubbing his cock. Even though he seemingly emptied everything he had into her pussy, he still had the power to get it up in an instant. Another reason to save this relationship, she thought. She loved the resurgence of his virility. "My, my, just look at what we have here."
Gary couldn't resist her tantalizing ploy. He grew hard around her curled fingers. Her feathery touch seemed to have that delicious effect. "Can't help yourself, eh?"
"Guess I'm just a naughty girl."
He grinned, spreading his thighs to invite her continued treatment. "Very naughty."
"Want to teach me a lesson?"
"I didn't think there was anything left that you hadn't learned."
"How'd you like to fuck me in the ass?"
He glanced at her with what appeared to be apprehension. The notion apparently excited him, but he wasn't jumping at the opportunity. Her suggestions usually drew his swift approval, whether in verbal or physical consent. "Wouldn't it.. .hurt you?" he said, hoarsely.
"No, it won't," she encouraged him, elated that he had abandoned his fifth degree of her background. Apparently, she had nipped a long standing desire of his, and having pressed that hot button, she resolved to handle it with delicacy. "I want to feel you all the way, deep in my butt." If his expression didn't give her an accurate reading, the throb of his cock did. He was now bulging in her fist. "Besides, think how much tighter I'll be for this." She squeezed him.
He exhaled loudly, unable to protest further.
"Do you have any Vaseline-or K-Y?"
He smiled. "I'll be right back."
Roxanne's heart thudded in her chest. She was glad she had cleverly averted an argument, but was somewhat tense about having him penetrate her anus. Gary was huge; he'd split her in two if she wasn't careful. She'd simply have to relax her entire body and let him fuck her slowly.
Gary returned with a tube of K-Y Jelly. She made a great ceremony of squirting a generous amount in her palm, then smeared it over his dick. Gary grunted as she massaged him, making his cock slippery. She could tell from the smolder in his eyes that he had wanted to fuck her in the butt for some time.
Silently, she worked her fist. One thing was certain: she'd have to deal with a tremendous obstacle. Roxanne had never experienced anal sex with any man Gary's size. He was very nearly as thick as her wrist, and having something that large shoved into her rectum was not going to be easy.
At least he wasn't pursuing the topic of her introduction into his life. Roxanne wanted to avoid that one at all costs for the present time.
She rolled onto her stomach. "Lubricate me."
He took the tube, then squeezed some on his fingers. Knowing what they were about to do made his adrenaline surge. He stared at her perfect set of buns, the very ones he was about to bury himself between, and thought he was going to pop off right there and then. Jesus, this chick was hot. As angry as she got him, she converted that emotion into its intense counterpart. He inserted his finger into her rectum. The cold rush of the cream made her swoon. "Mmmmmmm. Stick it all the way in. I want to feel some of you now."
He pumped her hole, making it slick. She lifted her buttocks, moving with him. Watching her writhe and enjoy it made his cock stand straight up. Christ, he couldn't wait to get it into her right away!
"Oh, yes," she gasped, enjoying the tugging sensation. Her anus locked about his finger, thrilling to every puncturing inch. "Ohhhhh, Gary.. .deeper, now.. .oh, yes. Yes. Use more cream. I like the way it feels."
His dick jerked in response. "Not too much. You're going to slip away from me."
Her smile was sheer bliss. "I doubt you'd allow that to happen."
With blood engorging his cock, he doubted it as well. He dabbed a little more of the greasy substance inside her butt, delighting in its tight, silky fit. He then discarded the tube. He wanted her so badly he could taste it in his mouth! "Come here, baby," he muttered, laying on his side. "Come to me. Come." He stroked his oily hard-on.
Roxanne's pulse raced. The need in Gary's voice was all the stimulation she required. She wiggled her ass close to his groin. "Can't wait to feel your big thing in me. I want it so bad."
Gary spread her thighs apart and caressed the round swell of her butt cheeks. She was so soft, he thought gluttonously. He climbed between her legs, fondling her, soothing her. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible when he entered her. Despite his ferocious agony at wanting to be buried to the hilt, he didn't want her to undergo any pain.
"Gary," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, put it in me, please. Give me your cock, Gary-"
He took his swollen shaft and brought it to her lubricated opening, then pressed its bulbous head inward a fraction. He heard Roxanne's sharp intake, then a whining sob.
Roxanne felt the blunt trunk edging into position with her fingers. She massaged the length of his prick stretching from her gored asshole, feeling the slippery skin of his balls. Jesus! She moaned, then bent forward to afford him better leverage.
He pushed again, sinking more of himself into her. The tight ring of her asshole clamped itself to his meat. He groaned aloud, enjoying the rush.
"Gary," came her breathless moan. "More. I want more!"
He clenched his fists, afraid her cries would implore him to go more roughly. Shit, he was excited! No, he reminded himself, he wanted them both to enjoy this. It was going to take time getting the rest of him in her.
"Gary, please-"
"Easy, baby. Go easy, slow and steady."
Gary stood there a moment, giving her a chance to become acclimated to his size of his thick cock. Reddened, she took the initiative by thrusting her ass backward. She ignored the sharp discomfort of taking his wide column of meat into her dark channel and was rewarded by his gratified groan.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, feeling her ass shift beneath him. "Baby, no, oh, God, ohhhhhh, Christ, let me finish. You're going to hurt yourself."
"I don't care," she whimpered. She felt his hot sword fill her butt, spearing dense tissue. It hurt, but she was oblivious to the pain. She began to work her hips hard, as a swimmer would plunge the icy water to get the worst behind him.
The pain swiftly receded. She sensed the first sparks of pleasure flare into being. Soon, the scalding rod that occupied her anus gave birth to an inferno of desire. The sensations grew more intense, feeding and magnifying each other.
"Uuuuhhhhh." She pulled him into her, sucking his cock into that narrow massage. He no longer had to submerge another inch, she was taking him whole. His balls tingled with ecstasy, erasing his reluctance. He was planted deep in her bowels, smothered in a region of incredible pressure. It left him reeling.
Roxanne shivered on her stomach, intoxicated. She felt as though his entire cock took possession of her body, became a part of her flesh. The delicious ache of it plugging her asshole was sweetened by the knowledge of offering him this ultimate joy. Just listening to him groan stimulated her beyond anything she previously knew.
Slowly, she slid her hand under her until she located her clitoris. It was throbbing, welcoming her touch. Juice oozed from her cunt. As she leaned backward, she impaled herself on the long, wide hardne'ss of Gary's prick. Her eyes rolled back inside her head as her cunt was awash in blissful sensations.
"Fuck me, Gary. Pump me good. Wiggle that big penis deep inside my asshole! I want to feel you moving inside my ass!"
He began thrusting, letting his cock explore her asshole with a sense of exhilaration that filled his balls. They felt as though they would be blown from their sockets as he pushed himself farther into her butt. Gary drove his cock all the way in. His groin was smashed into the crevice of her beautiful ass cheeks. Her bowels embraced him, hot and tight, hotter than any cunt, tighter than any fist or mouth. In spite of her fevered pleas, he took care in fucking her, observant of her uneasiness. Roxanne appeared to have none of it, basking in his every lunge. Her little purrs and sobs increased with his momentum, alerting him to her satisfaction. He closed his eyes and fucked her, enjoying the soothing constriction that lured him to eventual orgasm.
"How good it feels," she sighed. "Your huge, stiff cock riding solidly up my ass!" She heard his grunt, then felt his powerful arms encircle and grip her more firmly.
The barriers of her anus seemed to expand to admit his burrowing hardness. Roxanne nearly swooned as he filled her, pumping her gently with his dick. Gary made this experience wonderful, thrilling her with the management of his passion and consideration. She rubbed herself harder, enabling heightened bliss. Rapture coursed through her hot, sweaty flesh. "Fuck me," she choked. "Fuck me hard!" She trembled at the pinch of her anus, followed by the sinking of solid man meat. "Fuck me, Gary. I want your cock, all of it!"
Gary performed on command, pounding himself into her with all his might. His prick throbbed with a scorching heat that could only be extinguished by orgasm. Her asshole was slippery, making it easy to slam his cock.
Suddenly, he shoved her finger from her clit and took over. Roxanne, startled by the action, quickly recovered as his frantic jiggling brought her to frenzy pitch.
"Oh, God, Gary, you're going to make me cum!" she wailed. "I can't stop myself. Gotta cum-"
His measured pistoning accelerated. He held her tighter, preparing to empty himself into her warm asshole!
"Hurry! Gary, please, hurry! I'm about to do it!"
Roxanne ground her butt cheeks to his groin, molding herself to his muscled frame as the contractions took purchase. She shuddered violently, twisting her flesh to his, moaning. Gary's fingers were stationed at her snatch, unrelenting in their clutch even as she thrashed.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!" she screamed, cumming again and again. The waves of pleasure washed over her heated body.
Through her delirium, she felt the seething river of cum explode from Gary's cock, gushing into her anus. He flooded her bowels with his hot spillage. They both squirmed and shook, enduring the wrath of their passion until exhaustion claimed them.
Gary disengaged himself after they had been heaving for oxygen several minutes. His cock was semi-erect, dislodging from her butt. More of his cum slopped from her asshole, pouring down the crescent of her bun.
"Are you okay?" he managed to ask, gasping. "I'd never want to do anything to hurt you, Roxanne."
Roxanne, sensitive from both orgasm and the delicacy of his withdrawal, simply nodded. She basked in the afterglow, feeling immensely gratified.
Gary cuddled up close to her, putting his hairy arm around her before falling asleep. Roxanne, however, refused to let rest consume her body. She was vividly aware of the tenderness he extended her-a departure from the self-indulgence he exhibited the first several times they were together. His tremendous ego wasn't as largely in evidence.
Did she care for Gary more than was safe? His reluctance to discuss himself haunted her. She shouldn't have been so demanding. After all, she left her identity a complete mystery.
Perhaps it was time to level with him. What difference did it make if she told him she was an advice columnist? It wasn't as though it were anything startling.
Roxanne smiled. She would save that information for their last night together. At that point, they'd decide whether or not to continue the relationship.
Laura's face was between her legs. Her tongue slurped anxiously at her clit. Alexa's arms swung up, her hands searching blindly for the headboard. Frantically, she elevated her pussy in order to get as close as possible to that fluttering tip.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Laura purred, licking at her sluiced flesh. She should have known this girl would be sumptuous. From the moment they "connected" at the bar, Laura suspected Alexa would be susceptible. She wasn't the least fooled by her "innocent" demeanor, nor her confession of being inexperienced. Alexa was far from innocent; in fact, it was Laura's assumption that Alexa preferred women. She warmed to her in a way that betrayed those inclinations.
Laura liked the fact the girl was almost twenty years her junior. She had always wanted to sample young, vibrant flesh. Alexa had plenty to offer. Those tits of hers were exquisite, but her pussy.. .mmmmmmmmmmmm! Laura couldn't get enough of her cunt juices.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Alexa sobbed, arching her back and surrendering to each luxuriant sweep. Her thighs split apart, then urgently hugged Laura. As that tip rolled into her sluiced opening, Alexa quivered. She was fraught with sensations that made her every cell hum. When her clit was slurped, she went into a convulsion that lasted several wonderful seconds. Laura made her cum and cum, each orgasm stronger than the last. She was so woozy from the contractions, she hadn't stopped to think how she had gotten into Laura's bed, nor why she was so eager to submit.
"That's it, baby," Laura murmured, sucking that pussy that kept coming back to her mouth for more. "Mmmmmmmmmm. You're so hot and tasty. I enjoy giving you pleasure."
"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
Laura's hands slipped over the curves of her ass to take a firmer grip. Alexa's writhing figure was untamable. Her pussy throbbed with a force of building passion. Mouth and cunt welded together, meeting with an intensity that robbed both of oxygen.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Laura growled into Alexa's snatch, devouring every drop.
"More," Alexa whimpered, shoving it into her face. "More, please. Suck me. Eat it. That's it! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Alexa loved the oral affection Laura gave. When she had first come to Laura's room, she knew they were going to make it. Laura aroused her differently from a man. Emphasis was placed on touching. Laura had marvelous hands that communicated sensually with her nervous system. Even when Alexa struggled to understand her sexuality veering in an unusual direction, Laura was quick to erase her confusion with fondling. Alexa's breasts swelled beneath her hot, stirring touch. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Alexa flashed on what had taken place in a short period. They had tumbled on Laura's bed, weak with want. Laura had hungrily sought Alexa's tits. She cupped the warm fullness, marveling at how her big tits filled her hands to overflowing. She licked up and down the deep crevice between the mounds, tasting Alexa, relishing the unique scent of her.
Alexa's nipples had grown at the strength of Laura's saliva-rich tongue. They burned against the older woman's sensual lips.
"Suck me," Alexa moaned. "Go ahead and suck my nipples."
"Yes," Laura responded, settling her mouth over one jutting peak.
"Yes. Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
Her tongue curled around the rubbery stub of her taut nipple and the pebbly flesh circling it. Laura batted at her tit's apex with her tongue and sighed at her moan. Her lips closed around the stub before she sucked her.
"Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Alexa's voice sounded raw with lust. She held Laura's head to her tits, loving the fierce vacuum on her nipple. It drove her wild.
When Laura sank downward, trailing kisses and nips over her ribs and waist, Alexa's heart beat frantically. She knew of those thrills to come. Laura paused to dart a hungry tongue tip into the tiny pool of her navel. It created a sparkling sensation that made Alexa jerk.
Her legs moved apart without hesitation. Alexa knew her pussy was the target Laura was drawn to. She felt the wetness seeping out, thick and hot in readiness. When Laura's mouth moved over her cunt mound, she cried out and curled her fingers against the back of her head. Laura was held firm to her agonized arousal.
"Lick me," Alexa commanded. "Please."
"Mmmmmmmm. Give me that pussy," Laura said, her voice dropping several octaves. She couldn't exclude the longing in her tone.
Laura took full advantage of Alexa's honeyed depths. She licked her cunt thoroughly, leaving no amount of moisture unattended. Alexa moaned as her every soaked inch was lapped. Her cunt juices gushed in unending supply.
When Alexa seemed as though she couldn't take any more of her sucking lips, Laura's inventive mind whirred in bringing her new, unhad pleasures. The special "belt" she purchased that morning on a neighboring island seemed ideally suited for someone of Alexa's inspiring presence.
Laura opened the drawer beside the bed. Inside, a dildo connected to a belt was concealed. Laura's lips curved in anticipation. "Still horny?" she asked.
Alexa's dreamy look couldn't be shaken. "Mmmmmmm. Yes."
Laura fastened the belt to her waist. The dildo stretched from her groin like a huge cock. She had thought back to all the times she had spread her legs for her husband to receive the real thing. What would it feel like having one of flesh and blood attached?
She got between Alexa's tanned thighs. The girl was delirious, overwhelmed from Laura's cunt-lapping. She wasn't even conscious about what Laura planned on doing. Obviously, Alexa extended her complete trust. Knowing that filled Laura with urgency. She wanted Alexa to know total satisfaction.
"I've got what you need, honey," she whispered to Alexa. "Here it comes, honey. Yes, here it comes-"
Alexa cried out as Laura pushed into her. She was not entirely aware of what Laura intended until it was too late. The pain of having her virginity taken bewildered her. She dug her fingers into Laura's ass as the rubber cock found its way deep inside her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, exhaling roughly. "Oh, God."
Laura mistook her sobs for heightened arousal. She plunged in and out of Alexa's pussy, making her possession of it final. "Take it, honey. Deep, in your snatch. Yes. Feel how good it is. Let me fuck you with it. Let me fuck your pussy."
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Alexa bit her lip, then gradually felt a reduction in pain. Pleasure overruled the ache, and soon she was swinging herself at the rubber cock. It wasn't the least bit awful, as she suspected. It was great. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
Laura studied Alexa's contorted features as she swung her hips. Alexa shivered, taking all she could into her pussy. To have someone so young and willing turned Laura on big time. The pressure put on her pussy by the rubber cock was another form of ecstasy. As she plowed into Alexa, she felt some of the impact. Ohhhhhhhhh. If she continued in this fashion, she would easily cum.
Alexa's ass bounced off the bed as she fed Laura her juicy snatch. Laura sliced deep into her, fucking her on command. Alexa whimpered, receiving those fast, gratifying strokes. She wondered in the back of her mind what a real cock would feel like in her pussy.
It was strange how she would have her cherry broken by a woman, rather than a man. A satisfying conclusion to a problem that troubled her for a long time, Alexa reckoned. She intended to spend the rest of the night with Laura, then find herself at least one stud to give her a true taste for what she'd been missing.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh-"
* * *
Gary was deep inside Roxanne.
Roxanne sat up on her haunches with eyes glazed. Her brain barely functioned, other than recognizing she was midpoint in indescribable pleasure. Rivulets of sweat streamed down her flesh. Gradually, she touched between her legs and felt the growth of man meat wedged into her cunt. She had. been humping it for several moments but had to stop, savoring the movement within her slippery pussy. When she was completely still, she could discern the heavy pulsation of his cock. Mmmmmmm. He was rock-hard-there was so much of him. She could scarcely breathe!
She began moving again, wishing she could see his face. He was behind her, laying on his back. She felt the pressure of his fingers at her hips guiding her strokes, ensuring her constant intake of cock.
"Oh, God, Gary!" she moaned, squeezing her eyes tightly. She shivered hard, absorbing his heat into her body.
Her hand trailed over the thick stem that pushed into her soaked opening, then caressed the heavy balls that followed. She could feel his length extend into her gut. In penetration, she was unable to grasp any other conscious thought. He dominated her in every sense, and she readily yielded to his direction.
She wished she could see his expression, but he was sprawled on his back from behind. Only the view of his hairy legs stretched before her. In the past hour, he had varied the positions in which they fucked. Gary was bored by repetition. Some of them were hard on her muscles, but she deferred any discomfiture to the ultimate prize. Every orgasm she had with him was electrifying.
She sent her groin plunging, capturing more of that huge cock. Every push produced a reward. Her body tingled from her toes to her nipples. The twin nuggets protruding were stiff. She enclosed them in a dainty clasp, shivering as the jolts of pleasure reverberated through her person. Ohhhhhh! She pushed herself down yet another inch. More of his wonderful dick filled her. She felt lightheaded and tremendously stimulated. Her body screamed with joy.
As her haze somewhat cleared, she noticed a mirror directly across from his bed. Their images were reflected in the dim lighting. She could see her tits slick with perspiration, dripping from her nipples. Her face was flush, her lips quivering. She looked as though she'd been fucking her brains out for hours.
She began fondling herself, brushing over her thatch of pubic hair, then sweeping toward her navel. Her very essence seemed to liquefy around his cock. Again she pushed, claiming more of that male stiffness. Uhhhh! She resumed her exploration, lifting toward her mammaries. They jutted from her small frame in all their splendor, awaiting sweet manipulation. She covered them with her hands and squeezed, shuddering as she applied pressure. Ohhhhh! The nipples seared against her palms, careening from contact.
Keening with erotic energy, she constricted herself around his upright dick, sending her message of urgency. She wanted to encase more of him, yet their groins were smashed together as closely as possible. She whimpered from his total occupation.
She took his balls and jammed him upward. God, she wanted more! She was obsessed with Gary. She wanted him to fuck her with every ounce of energy he possessed. He stuffed her to the womb, yet she yearned for complete ownership. She wanted him to be hers alone.
Having thrashed atop his engorged cock for ten minutes, she forced herself to cum. She nearly doubled over from the contractions that racked her body, crying aloud her pleasure.
"Uhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed.
"Ugghhhhhhhh!" he gasped from behind, and from the shudder of his frame she saw that he had worked himself into orgasm as well. The thick stem twitched from outside her cunt-lips. He was shooting hot cum in her pussy! Mmmmmm!
Even after Gary finished discharging himself in Roxanne, he made no effort to disengage his cock. His body glistened with sweat. The dark hair of her upper thighs, crotch and stomach were soaked. She had moistened him with her juice while impaled. Now she saw the evidence of exactly how excited this man got her. His entire lap was slippery.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked.
He laughed. "Why? You did all the work."
"That's because you make me so fucking horny." Conversation in this backwards position was too awkward. Since his size presented no problem in reversing direction without removal, she swung her leg around. Her pussy was sore, but she accomplished the task nonetheless. He was only semi-hard now, giving her twat some breathing space.
"You look like a cream-fed kitten," he remarked, studying her with his hands tucked behind his head. Though he bore a lazy grin, his dark eyes were intense.
She enjoyed seeing him in this better mood. "I'd say what I got was better than cream. Wouldn't you think?"
He studied her carefully. He couldn't look at her and not be reminded of his grim mission. Tomorrow, he would bid her farewell. Roxanne was destined to leave Ecstasy Isle with a broken heart. He wanted her to know the pain he experienced from divorce.
And yet, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Having come to know her, she was not the person he believed her to be. She wasn't a bitch; she was an honest human being. He was torn by his decision: should he carry out his revenge, or should he leave her with pleasant memories?
"You're bothered by something, aren't you?" she asked softly, reading his mind.
He couldn't deceive her. "There has been something nagging at me."
"Oh? Is it something you care to discuss?"
"Before I do, I want you to know I'm fully aware of who you are. You write an advice column for a Chicago newspaper."
Her lips curved. "I wasn't exactly in hiding. I just don't like to advertise my whereabouts. It makes for a more relaxing vacation."
"My wife used to read your column faithfully throughout our marriage. She sought your advice." Gary paused, trying to assemble his thoughts. He wanted none of the resentment he'd felt to enter his voice. "She and I were going through a particularly rough period. I began seeing other women. She found out."
Roxanne froze. "She wrote to me?"
He nodded.
"Oh God. I probably told her to dump you, didn't I?"
"You mean-that's your routine response?" Roxanne sighed. "Don't you want to punch me?"
"I don't think so."
"Most people do. Jesus." She took a breath. "I hate writing that column. It's a lot of bad advice, if you ask me. People put me on this pedestal and expect the same kind of prudish wisdom, day after day. If I wasn't financially dependent on the income, I'd do something else."
"That's not saying a lot for the people who have acted on your suggestions."
"I hate when this happens. Confronted with a true life case. God!" Roxanne trembled. "I'm sorry if I caused turmoil in your life. Your decision of your divorce fell into my hands-and I didn't even know it. I guess when you don't get benefit of all the information and get to really know the person, the advice doesn't amount to much."
"Perhaps it was for the best. I probably took it badly because I hadn't psychologically prepared myself. If I was already seeing other women, then there was a definite problem with my marriage." Gary swallowed roughly. "I was responsible for my actions. My wife found out about my cheating through my own carelessness. She would have undoubtedly left me, even if you hadn't encouraged her."
"I'm sorry, Gary. Sometimes, it happens."
"I guess the silver lining has been getting to know you. I pictured you to be this conceited bitch, and found that you weren't."
She laughed. "I surprise people all the time." Before she could further comment, she felt his cock hardening in her cunt with a vengeance. It magnified in size, burgeoning against her spent cuntal walls. "You can't be ready yet!"
"I'm full of surprises!" He clutched her to him, then transferred her onto her back. Roxanne moaned as he grew between her legs, the syrupy remnants of his load serving as lubricant. "I want to fuck you some more."
Gary had an incredible sex drive. "Give me a chance to-"
Too late. He was already slamming his cock into her, slapping her groin to his!
"Oh, baby," he crooned in her ear. "I really love to stick you!" His rough breath brushed against her cheek. "Gonna park my big thing in you."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Roxanne moaned, fondling his butt as he pumped her. Her body was filled with delicious sensation. She was far more excited that she realized. Perhaps talk of having some woman suck her pussy did it. Gary's dick felt great up her snatch, getting slippery with juice. Her nipples protruded, searing Gary as he pulled her nakedness closer to him. She was completely overcome by each plunge he took into her fevered flesh.
Gary grunted as he humped Roxanne, nearly losing himself in her warm folds. Christ, he couldn't get enough of this woman! Much as he tried to forget her, to relegate her to the proverbial back burner, she was resurgent! Greedily, he drove into her comfortable snatch, piercing that dark tunnel of pleasure. The satisfying friction provided by her squishy slot made his boner all the more stiff. He was going to settle in for some nice face to face fucking and prove that their previous session was a mere warm-up.
Roxanne petted the backs of his hairy thighs, having dropped her raking nails from his ass. Gary certainly required no further encouragement as he resorted to pounding her with his main tool! Her body shook with every slam, yet she readily accept each blow. His cock edged her toward gratification. Slowly, she felt the rumbling in her loins, the hot shivers emanating from the passage of his pummeling cock. She groaned in sweet agony as she began her climb.
Gripping her by her shoulders, Gary buried himself into her hot clutch. He could tell from the tightness around his dick that Roxanne was constricting her inner muscles. He loved a snug box. Roxanne, anticipating joy, fashioned her pussy tendons into a vise and supplied the relief-giving pressure he favored. Gary groaned, forcing dick yet deeper into her slot. He exerted strength to keep his meat installed. He ground his prick into her until her ass was securely nailed to the bed.
"Fuck.. .me," she murmured. She luxuriated in the assault of feverish thrills that showered her flesh. Gary gathered the abundant tit meat in his hands and squeezed it, rotating his thumbs over her nipples until she cried out. Their bodies, drenched with sweat, were warm and slippery. Throughout her wonderful delirium, she was aware of the battering charge of dick. His cock filled her completely.
She's so fucking hot, he thought, equipped to siphon the last of the cum from his nuts! Straining from the impulse to discharge again, he concentrated on making her cum. He burrowed into her sluiced muff, grinding steadily against her inflamed bud.
"Yes," she panted, the warm glow which settled into her crotch expanded. From his urgency, she knew he wanted to give her an orgasm. His frantic rubbing made her peak. Ohhhhhh! Once she spasmed, Gary would let spill his own hot cream and stop. "Hurry-keep fucking me!"
Gary, however, wasn't prone to comply. Usually he managed to delay shooting, but tonight his appetite was especially fierce. Roxanne, writhing in nude splendor beneath him, sent her big tits and fevered pussy against his wall of muscle. Her snatch lips puckered over his cock like a steel clamp, greasing it with buttery slime. His dick was ready to explode. He thrust blindly into her cunthole, brushing her little excited dot with his thickness.
As much as she chose to resist the direction of his strokes, it was futile. The decision was no longer hers as Gary sent shuddering friction to her clitoris. She lost command of her senses as she was brought nearer to orgasm.
"Ugghhhhh!" he groaned. "I'm going to jizz all over you. Jizz-"
In a flight of madness, Roxanne choked back her scream as the contractions made her clitoris raw. Her fingers fell away, dripping with the nectarous excess. Her mind was incapable of absorbing another minute of what Gary was doing to her body. In the throes of ecstasy, she jerked beneath his spasming frame, then went totally still.
Gary charged himself between Roxanne's legs until he at last heaved the load he was carrying. "Ugghhhh! Ugghhhh!"
Seconds later, he rolled from her sweltering body, exhausted. Roxanne's arms fell limply to her sides, then she went back and nursed the ache in her pussy with some therapeutic stroking.
"What time is your flight tomorrow?" he asked.
"Noon, one o'clock," she murmured. "Something like that."
"I'll call the airline tomorrow and arrange flying back with you."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she purred, nuzzling him. "That would be nice."
Gary wished they had arrived at this juncture a few days ago, so he could have enjoyed these last few days with her in paradise on a happy note. He was glad the bitterness was buried in the past.
"Yeah," he mentioned, squeezing her, "it'll be real nice."
