"Taking a vacation together is okay, but I miss our special little get-togethers," Laura said to the other two women at the table, raising her voice over the sound of the band.
"Don't ever let our husbands hear you say that," Abby Nelson said with a soft laugh. "They have no idea that we get together and lick clit."
"They think we drink coffee and gossip," Gwen Parker agreed. "In some ways, you're lucky, Laura. You aren't married, so you don't have to worry about what your husband would do if he found out you go both ways."
"I thought Jack and Eddie were more broad-minded than that," Laura said.
"Don't we wish," Gwen said.
"When are you going to find a man and settle down, Laura?" Abby asked. "You're twenty-five now. Isn't your biological clock ticking pretty loud?"
"I keep looking," Laura replied. "I haven't found the man who can accept me for who and what I am. Maybe I'm too picky."
"Don't lower your standards," Gwen said. "You'll find one. You know the old saying. There's a lid for every pot."
From across the room, Burt Evans zeroed in on Laura like a heat-seeking missile after a jet airplane.
Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw him staring at her. She had already fended off several would-be suitors, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. He hadn't, of course. He never had. She shrugged inwardly, made eye contact and smiled slightly.
"Here come our husbands," Abby said. "Watch what you say."
"I think I'm going to be picked up," Laura said. "See you later. Don't do anything I wouldn't."
"I can't think of anything you wouldn't do!" Abby snickered.
Burt arrived a couple of seconds before Jack and Eddie. He held out his hand to Laura and said, "Will you dance with me?"
Laura scrutinized him quickly. Not bad looking, she thought. In a plain, uninspired way. He certainly isn't Mr. Right, but he'll do for a few hours. He was tall and thin, with dark brown hair. She guessed his age about thirty. He had a moderate-sized straight nose, gentle brown eyes and a quick, easy smile so obviously phony it seemed to be held in place with tape. His long eyelashes looked almost feminine.
"My name is Burt Evans," he said as he pulled her into his arms and snuggled her too close for comfort.
"Laura Snyder," she said. "What's your line, Burt?"
Her question flustered him. For a moment, he thought she meant his pick-up line, then realized she meant his line of work.
"Business," he muttered. "Middle management. And you?"
"Schoolteacher. High school."
Silently, they danced a couple of slow dances. She endured the grinding thrusts of his semi-erect cock as he tried to hump it between her thighs. She allowed him some freedom, just enough to build his confidence. She wondered if he suspected that she allowed him to pick her up because she wanted him to fuck her.
"Would you like to dance again or get a drink?" Burt asked.
"Why don't we leave?" Laura replied.
He swelled with pride, thinking she was inviting him into her bed.
"I would like to take a walk," she said before he got carried away with his success. "I need some fresh air."
"Oh, yeah," he said, audibly disappointed. Now, he would have to start all over again.
She held his hand as she led him to the crest of a small hill behind the recreation hall of the resort. She stood like a goddess looking down from Mount Olympus. A gentle breeze wafted through the shimmering summer night and rustled her flowing skirt. She tilted her head back and gazed at the sky. Stars sparkled like incandescent grains of sand, making the clear night sky pulse with cold, distant light.
"Look at the Milky Way," she said. "It seems to have ruptured, spilling stars everywhere."
"What?" he asked. He seemed distracted, as if he had been somewhere else, faraway, and her voice brought him back prematurely. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear what you said. I was.. . thinking."
She continued to stare out across the valley. The reflection of the stars glinted dully in her large, dark eyes. "It looks like a quaint little village," she said.
She gazed at the miles of rolling hills and valleys, the swaying trees and dense clusters of woods that stood starkly against the night. The pastoral scene evoked her childhood images of the Promised Land. Starlight danced across the surface of the manmade lake like fragmented pieces of silver. Beyond the lake lay an eighteen-hole gold course. It was dark and empty, colored with liquid shadows. Between the lake and the lodge lay the stables with their winding riding paths of crushed cinders. Just a little further on stood skeleton supports of the ski lift. They reminded her of sterile steel flowers growing toward the cold light of the stars. At the foot of the hill, the glass and concrete freeform recreation hall of the resort squatted like a fat, contented frog. It glowed like a jewel against the hill, with soft yellow fog spilling from its translucent windows. Even at this distance, she could hear an occasional spasm of music as it caught on the hook of the wind and whispered into her ears.
"It is a village, I guess," Burt answered. His eyes fondled the sensual curves of her shapely ass. Her skirt rippled darkly. "You could live here, I guess. If you had enough money."
The wind wafted through her thick auburn hair. She leaned toward it, letting its undulating fingers fan away the heat of the night. Sweat made her scoop-neck peasant blouse stick to her back. She shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to dislodge it. The coils of heavy gold chain around her graceful neck and the gold bracelets on her slender wrists clinked sharply, like the sounds of coins dropping into a piggy bank. She looked at the main building, with its arc-like driveway curling up to the wide front doors. She could see into the lighted lobby, littered with late-night revelers looking for something to do.
"Are you here alone?" he asked, bothered by her silence.
"I came with friends. The women you saw at the table, and their husbands. We all teach at the same school." She turned and looked at him, and smiled faintly. "I have my own room. We aren't that close."
He stared openly at her, his eyes ablaze with lust. Her breasts stood high and firm in her blouse. His mouth became dry as he estimated the weight and shape of the large mounds. A familiar twinge throbbed in his groin.
"Have you been here before?" he asked. He stepped toward her, his eyes rolling up and down, from her face to the tips of her straining breasts.
Well, at least he-likes to look at me, she thought. I wish he would make a move, so I would know if he wants to fuck me. Maybe he's just shy. I told him I wanted to take a walk so I wouldn't appear too easy to get, but I would rather get my ass bounced on the bed.
"Many times," she said in a soft whisper. "My parents brought me here the first time when I was about seven. I try to come back every year at Thanksgiving to ski. It isn't as crowded as the more famous ski areas."
"I guess it's changed a lot," Burt said, trying to feel her out, looking for the key that would open her up. He'd been with her almost an hour now, and he still wasn't sure which way she might go.
"Not really. The rich people go to Aspen or Vail. This place is sort of a blue-collar resort. I like it."
He stepped close to her and felt the warmth of her thigh through his pants. Cautiously, he slid his right arm around her waist and tried to look down the front of her blouse. He stretched his fingers carefully across the yielding warmth of her belly. He inched his hand up, toward the swelling curve of her sumptuous tit. He stopped when the edge of his hand touched the bottom of the mound to implant the idea, if it wasn't already in her thoughts.
Keep going! When you find out that I'm not wearing a bra, maybe that will give you the idea. I don't like to make the first move, but I'll fall right over for you if you show me that you 're interested.
She leaned against him slightly. He shivered for effect, using the movement to slide his hand up a little further. He could almost feel the heavy, pressing weight of her magnificent tit balanced on the point of his thumb.
"It's getting a little chilly, isn't it?" he asked.
He wondered how it would feel to shove his cock all the way up her cunt. Would she be hot? Wet? Christ! He couldn't tell. She didn't seem to be leaning one way or the other. He wished she would give him a signal, so he would know if he was wasting his time.
He touched her tit with the point of his thumb. He sucked in his breath, nervously, silently, and held it. She didn't say anything. He tested it, thrust his thumb against the restrained softness. He had to consciously fight back the temptation to cup her tit in the center of his hand. Too soon, he cautioned himself. Too soon.
You're getting the idea! I won't object if you squeeze my tit. Go ahead, try to feel me up!
"Why don't we go back to my room?" he said. "We could have a nightcap or something."
She turned to face him. He managed to slide his hand down her firm body, feeling as much of her flesh through her dress as he could. His grip broke off at the top of her thigh, at the vee of her mound. He thought he felt her shiver ever so slightly. She studied his face for a moment.
He wiped his sweaty palm furtively on his gray slacks. "Feel like another drink?" he asked, trying to start over.
She watched his face carefully. "Another drink? Sure, why not."
His face went to pieces with anticipation. "I, uh, have some wine in my room. Or we could send for.. . "
"Why don't we go to my room?" she suggested. "We can send for anything we want from there as well as we can from your room."
He looked stunned. "Sure. Fine." Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought.
Laura began to walk slowly down the hill, her head down, studying the shadows that lay like puddles at her feet. The grass felt ticklish and cool as it brushed her ankles. Her billowy skirt swished softly. He moved up beside her quickly and took her hand, afraid she would leave him behind and forget about him.
"This is a lovely night, isn't it?" he said.
"Wonderful," she said softly, thinking of what lay ahead, not the balmy summer weather.
They walked in silence. He held her hand tightly, sweating into her palm, his thoughts wild and sexual, filled with erotic promise and untold pleasure. Pride colored his thinking. He tried so hard to pat himself on the back that he nearly tripped over his inflated ego. He walked with a bounce to his step, and a confident, sophisticated, super-cool throbbing in his painfully hard cock. The clinking jingle-jangle-swish of her jewelry and dress sounded like an erotic invitation to him.
Laura was an attractive woman, despite what she thought of herself. She thought she was too voluptuous. So many men seemed to prefer skinny women with no tits or hips or ass. Women who looked like boys. Her large brown eyes, her soft, sensuous mouth, and the thick, rich waves of auburn hair could never convince her that she wasn't plain or homely. Her breasts were large and heavy, her trim waist flared into womanly hips, thighs and ass, but she knew she weighed too much. She wore her prejudices almost defiantly, as if she wanted to punish the world for not talking her out of them.
"What do you teach?" Burt asked, afraid of the silence.
"American History. I'm working on my doctorate. Maybe I'll try for a job at the university level one of these days."
He doesn't really care, but I have to say something so he won't panic and run away. I don't really care about him, either. I only want to use his cock for a while. And maybe his tongue, if he knows how to lick pussy. Maybe I should be ashamed of myself for thinking of him as only a handy cock, but I'm not. He sees me as only a convenient pussy. Anyway, I'll probably never see him again after tonight. He wants to fuck me, and I want to fuck him, so we both get what we want and no one gets hurt.
He laced his fingers between hers and asked, "What would you like to order from room service?" His tongue moved nervously across his top lip. "I mean, what would you like to drink?"
She shook her head and sighed. "Are you really interested in a drink?"
Laura stopped in front of her room, dug her key out of her purse and handed it to Burt. Nervously, he inserted the key, opened the door and escorted her into the room. He stared at her, shifting uncertainly from one foot to the other, fidgeting with her room key.
The hum of the air conditioner was like a buzzing, mechanical music in the background. Laura sat on the bed and crossed her legs. Her billowy, peasant skirt rode up, exposing her well-formed thighs. Her bracelets made a tinkling sound and clinked together softly.
"Do you want to fuck me or stand there playing with that key all night?"
Burt's eyes widened and he dropped the door key on the floor. "What?" he asked incredulously.
Laura cocked her head to the side and smiled faintly. "Isn't that what you had in mind? You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Jesus," he mumbled, half under his breath.
He walked toward her in a state of confusion. He didn't know what to make of her. The situation was like a dream, a wild, erotic fantasy, un-like anything that had ever happened to him. Before he could reach out and touch her, she put her hand between his thighs and began to fondle his erect cock.
"Jesus!" he gasped, his hands dropping heavily to his sides. He stood numbly, his feet rooted to the carpet. "Jesus!" he said again.
"Jesus!"-
She looked at his shaft outlined in his pants. "At least you're big enough to find," she said softly. She ran her hand up and down, from the base of his belly to the swollen thickness of his cockhead. Her slender fingers encircled his prick. "I want it in me.. .in my pussy."
He bent over and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue stiffened as it slid between her lips and pressed into her warmth. He felt her tongue lashing at his as her expert fingers manipulated his cock. He put both hands on her tits and began to knead the large resilient mounds harshly.
She broke the kiss and hissed, "Fuck me! Don't make romantic love to me. I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard and deep!"
Something snapped in his brain. He fell upon her heavily and clawed at her clothing. He yanked the scoop-neck of her blouse down and began to chew on her tits. He shoved her skirt up and pulled frantically on her panties, trying to slide them over her rolling hips. He yanked them halfway down her widely parted thighs as she opened his zipper and freed his stiff cock.
"Rip them off!" she cried. Her fingers snaked up and down his pulsating shaft, jerking him toward her cunt.
Her passion astounded him. He responded with raw, primitive, lecherous sexuality, matching in intensity what she offered in total abandonment. He gathered her panties in his fists and tore them from her legs. Her blouse and skirt followed, leaving her naked except for her gold bracelets, the coiled gold chain around her neck, and the rings on her fingers. She looked more lewd than if she had been stark naked.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. She lifted her wet slit and jammed the head of his cock into the mouth of her cunt. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me.. . ! "
His cock went all the way in immediately and he began to fuck her hard and deep. He felt the liquefied, clinging walls of her passage rippling like sensuous fingers around the throbbing thickness of his prick. He heard her cunt making a wet, squishy sound as he entered and withdrew from her body. He lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He fucked her furiously, thinking only of his desire to screw her ass into the bed and shoot her full of cum.
"I'm cumming!" she cried. She tightened her pussy around the ball of pleasure spinning madly between her thighs. The prickly pleasure enchanted her. Each time she squeezed herself around his prick, she came again, more powerfully, more shatteringly. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumm.. . ! "
He grunted and began to pump his sperm into her liquefied love tunnel. He flooded the quivering passage and the thick, hot goo seeped between the fluttering blonde-haired lips and left a damp, irregular stain on the sheet.
Her moans became faint sobs. She looked up at him and shuddered. "That was too quick. Can you do it again?"
He pulled his flaccid cock out of her and looked at it. "I don't know," he replied with a shrug. "I didn't really expect.. .everything happened so fast."
"Get up here and put your cock in my mouth. I'll bet I can get it hard again."
"Shouldn't I wash?"
"God, no!" she said. "I want it just the way it is. Come on, let me suck it up so you can fuck me again."
"Well, I'm not too keen on that, but I'll try." He climbed on the bed and started to straddle her.
CHAPTER TWO
Burt's cock began to rise before it reached Laura's mouth. He looked at it, grunted, and backed away.
"What are you doing?" she asked, surprised by his action.
"It's hard enough," he muttered. "I'm going to put it in you." He pushed her legs apart, inserted his cock and settled into her saddle.
"I wanted to suck your cock," she protested.
"I told you, I'm not too keen on that."
"You probably don't eat pussy, either, do you?"
"God, don't talk like that," he grunted.
She put her hands on his shoulders and stared into his sweaty face as he began to fuck her. Stress twisted his features into a grimace, giving him the peculiar look of a man trying to lift a heavy load, not one enjoying the pleasure of fucking a sensuous woman. She shook her head slowly, not from passion, but from perplexity.
"Don't make fucking me seem like such a chore," she whispered. "Relay and enjoy it. Fucking me can't be that bad!"
"Hush!" he grunted harshly. "Don't interrupt me."
"Take it easy," she said softly, suddenly worried about him. His wheezing overshadowed the sound of his prick sliding in and out of her soggy cunt. "We'll both get there."
"Be still and let me do it my way," he grunted.
"Let me get on top and fuck you," she said quietly. "I can do some of the work."
His face got redder. "No!" he grated. "Don't talk like that! You're acting like a whore. I thought you were a lady."
"Ladies know how to fuck," she said in resignation.
He hovered over her with his hands planted firmly on the mattress by her shoulders and stared at her. Her long auburn hair spread over the pillow under her head like a burnished halo.
Her oven-like pussy sparked licking flames along the entire length of his shaft and ignited the smoldering coals in his balls. He had never fucked such a fiery woman. Her outright enjoyment of sex embarrassed him.
She wanted to tell him how good his cock felt, how much she enjoyed having it in her, how much she liked to fuck. For the moment, she left the words unspoken. He obviously didn't like for a woman to be so open about her carnal feelings. She also tried to lie still and let him do the fucking. She lost the battle and gave up the struggle of keeping her mouth shut and her body still. To her, fucking and fun were synonymous, letting it all hang out and enjoying herself to the fullest.
"God, your cock feels good," she whispered hotly. She rocked her hips back and forth and around and around. The frenetic, grasping muscles of her cunt sucked on the head of his dick. "Do you like it when I do that?" she asked, not caring what he thought.
In spite of himself, he grunted with pleasure when her tight channel clamped around his cock. The pressure of her fluttering cunt muscles staggered him. He moaned, a deep, guttural sound that expressed surrender as much as enjoyment. He fucked her hard and fast. He felt her cunt vibrating around his cock, felt her syrupy-love juice swamp his shaft.
Changing the pace, he eased his bloated cock out, keeping just the bulb-shaped head inside the entrance of her frothy cunt, denying himself the sublime delight of her sweltering snatch for a few moments. He clearly heard the squishing sounds of her pussy as it sucked at him, opposing his withdrawal.
"Put it back!" she whimpered, loving every second of his lascivious tease. "Fuck me slowly!" She raked his back with her nails, going all the way down his spine. She rocked her hips and rolled her ass back and forth on the bed. "Don't rush. Take your time."
"Damn!" he whispered, aggravated. Learning he couldn't deny her, couldn't resist her demands, shocked him. He didn't know if he could handle her. She could easily make him to do things he didn't want to do. But dammit, he loved it! Loved her earthy, honeyed voice. Loved her tight, sleek twat.
He fucked his prick back into her cunt, eagerly penetrating her wiggling, zealous body. The pulsing of her pussy muscles was extraordinary. The deeper he fucked, the more pressure she applied to his cock shaft.
"God, I love to fuck!" she muttered passionately. The demand of her body grew by leaps and bounds as his prick plundered her soggy sex sheath. She needed a long, sensuous fuck. She had to slow him down, to keep him from rushing to completion so she could enjoy it to the fullest. "Make it last a long time. I can cum several times if you go slow."
He eased back, feeling the powerful suction of her cunt muscles as they tried to hold his cock prisoner. "like this?" He had to ask. This was all so new to him.
"Ummmm, that's right. Now hang on, baby.
I'm going to take you for a ride!" He wouldn't let her get on top, but that didn't mean she couldn't fuck him. She planted her feet, bent her knees slightly, and raised her ass. Her cunt swallowed the full length of his prick as she lifted her ass. She gripped his prick tightly with her cunt, then let her ass drop slowly back to the bed. "How about that? Did it feel good?" she asked, grinning mischievously.
He looked between her legs, at her lascivious seam that held just the head of his cock. "Well, I.. . "
"Oh, don't be an old fuddy-duddy! Relax. Fucking is fun, not work! The world isn't going to end if you admit you like to fuck."
His face turned a darker shade of red. His flush of confusion didn't fool her. She knew she had a terrific cunt, knew how glorious it felt as it lovingly embraced his prick. She lifted her ass again, held his rigid lance tightly inside her vibrant sheath and rotated her ass slowly.
"You can't tell me that doesn't feel good!" She grabbed his hips with both hands and shook her ass vigorously, like a hula dancer.
"Damn!" he wheezed.
She pumped her hips up and down, stroking the length of his prick with her grasping cunt with long, slow strokes. She lowered her ass until his prick nearly slipped out of her cunt, then slowly raised herself again. She sighed with delight as his cock filled her cunt once more, forcing her creamy fuck juice out around it, making her pussy lips wetter. She performed the wanton, strenuous task again and again.
She let her ass drop back to the bed. "Now you fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me good and make me cum." She squirmed her ass around, just to draw his interest and attention back to the task at hand.
He pulled his cock out to the tip, staring into her passion-filled face as he slowly pushed back in to the hilt. Steamy, slippery fuck sap soaked his shaft. Soft, sensuous cunt muscles milked his cock. His pubic hair mingled with her dark red cunt hair. He held himself still, reveling in the wonderful sensations her cunt showered on his prick.
"Ooohhh, God! I love a good hard cock!" She rocked her hips, thrilled by the way his prick felt. "I can feel it throbbing deep inside me!" She ground her clit into his hard pubic bone. She suddenly felt herself being swept toward her climax. "Fuck me hard!" she gasped, clenching her teeth in expectation.
He obeyed without thought, reacting to her bawdy words rather than listening to his narrow mind. He pulled his prick out of her cunt, fighting her tight cunt muscles all the way. Then he slammed forward, fucking his cock to the hilt with one vicious lunge. Swiftly, he brought his prick back and fucked it back in again.
The forceful fucking stabs drove her beyond the point of no return. She grunted maniacally after each jab, then began to moan loudly. He heard her mournful wails and stopped the furious barrage with only the head of his prick still in her cunt.
She threw her cunt at him. "Fuck me, damn you!" she hissed harshly, leaving no room for argument.
He sucked in his breath. He rammed his cock into her as hard as he could. Just to show her that he was in control.
"Oooooo," she moaned approvingly. Her head swirled in a sea of passion. She gulped and grabbed his biceps tightly. Her pussy quaked with exultation. She held onto his arms and waited for the furious rocket ride into orbit. "Fuck me!" she wailed, her voice cracking with exhilaration.
He began to fuck her with hard, fast, savage lunges. His prick swelled inside her and brought forth a gushing froth from her vibrating pussy. He watched her face, saw her eyes widen and the pupils dilate. He began to fuck her cunt faster, harder, so powerfully his balls smacked heavily against the crack of her ass.
Sublime euphoria filled her beautiful face. His rampaging prick rendered her incapable of thinking of anything but cumming. Every muscle in her body coiled. Her mind whirled in a sea of lust. Her cunt was about to explode. She soared rapidly toward climax.
Her voluptuous body began to writhe and bounce in all directions simultaneously. Her cunt clamped and released automatically, alternating between squeezing the juice from his cock and releasing so he could fuck her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, mad with passion, crazy with the need to get off. She slammed her cunt at him. Her belly slapped against his with loud smacks. "Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed at the top of her voice.
He forced her humping body down, trying to pin her to the bed and subdue her frantically plunging ass. He gasped, clenched his teeth, and tried with all his might to hold his passions in check. He lost the fight before the opening bell. This stunning woman was too much for him. He had to cum.
"Aaaahhh!" Laura cried. Eroticism contorted her face. She struggled beneath him, trying to force him to fuck her the way she wanted. "Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me hard!"
Her cunt rapidly destroyed his control, pulsating, caressing his cock, soaking it with an ocean of feverish fuck cream. Her passion-crazed expression was a turn-on. He leered at her tits, watching them shimmy and shake in rhythm with her writhing. He marveled at the lust she exuded. He gave in to her passion, surrendered to her spastic cunt, only now realizing that he lost the battle the moment he stuck his cock in her.
"Goddamn!" he bellowed. He yanked his cock out to the tip, then rammed it back in all the way to his balls. His hips began to lunge in a turbulent sequence of hard, fast fucks.
"Yesss!" she screamed. "Fuck me like that!"
Her urgent scream penetrated his skull and rattled around in his brain. He fucked her splendid cunt with short, battering plunges, trying to drive her sensuously twisting ass into the mattress.
She matched his strength with her own, smashing her crotch into his groin as he banged her ass mercilessly on the bed. She loved it. Her nails became talons as she clawed his arms fiercely. Saliva gurgled in her throat. His cock sliced through her foaming fuck juice and bored into her cunt, burning everything in its path.
She hit the peak and became more tumultuous. His cock blew apart and shot thick streams of hot jizz deep into her gulping, spastic cunt. His entire being poured out the end of his prick in thick gobs.
"More!" she screamed, insane with passion, whipping around in orgasm, totally immersed in her lust. "Fuck me!"
She howled with fervor as his scalding sperm spewed deep into the boiling cauldron of her cunt. She soared into oblivion, spiraled up the vortex of the orgasmic whirlwind that threatened to blow her away. Pure lust veiled her face, sexual passion that bubbled up from the core of her being. He continued to fuck her with short, rapid strokes of his cock, gallantly trying to prove his manhood.
She took his fucking and whacked back at him with her pussy grinding her clit into his groin when they fused together. Her mind-boggling orgasm took her along the rapid current to the very brink of a roaring waterfall of madness.
One last shot of thick cum spurted from his prick, triggering another orgasm that washed over her, draining her. She couldn't continue, and couldn't stop. Her body stiffened, shuddered, then collapsed under him, trembling all over.
"Damn!" Burt grunted.
Laura wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled with him as he fell onto his side. "God, I really came," she whispered. She swallowed her leaping heart and calmed her nerves as the tingling sensations slowly left her body.
"Turn loose," he said. "I have to clean up."
"Don't be a silly goose," she replied, tightening her legs around his body. "Stay right where you are. Let your cock soak in my pussy." She laughed, deeply, sexily, the sound coming from deep in her chest. "I love it." She pressed her heels into his ass and pulled him a little closer. "When you picked me up in the rec hall, were you thinking about fucking me?"
"Laura! You embarrass me. Ladies don't talk that way."
Laura uncoiled her legs, rolled away from him and sat up facing him, her eyes blazing. "What is it with you guys? You can't wait to get in a woman's pants, then condemn her if she enjoys a good fuck."
She pushed her chest out, instinctively displaying her tits. The imposing mounds looked like two mountains of firm white flesh capped by large, pinkish areolae and thick nipples. Faint blue veins showed through the translucent skin. A dense forest of auburn hair, which she let grow wild and free, covered her crotch.
Her magnificent body distracted him. He couldn't look at her when he spoke. "I'm not used to a woman who talks so freely," he muttered, staring at her tits.
"I was going to invite you back for an encore before you go home," she said. "But you'd have to eat my pussy and let me suck your cock, so I guess it's out of the question." With a deep sigh, she lay down on her back and stared at the ceiling. She deliberately inhaled deeply to push her tits out and spread her legs so he could see her pussy, still wet with his cum. "You know the way out," she said lazily.
"Yeah. Well.. .uh.. .will I see you again?"
"Don't you mean can you fuck me again?"
"Damn!" he muttered.
She heard him gathering up his clothes, then a few minutes later the door closed. She sighed deeply. She wanted a tongue in her pussy and a cock in her mouth so badly!
She wasn't ready to go to sleep. She didn't want to watch TV. She didn't want to get dressed and go back to the dance. She would use the sauna and get a massage. Fortunately, a masseuse was on duty twenty-four hours a day. She picked up the phone and made an appointment.
CHAPTER THREE
Abby and Jack Nelson opened the door to their room with a loud bang and staggered in, laughing and giggling drunkenly. Gwen and Eddie Parker followed close on their heels, equally giddy.
"Ssshhh!" Abby said, raising a finger and holding it against her lips. "You'll wake the children. It's late."
"Children?" Jack asked. He turned around and gave his wife a searching look. "The children are home, darling. You do remember, don't you? I mean, you're not that far gone, are you?"
"Home? Aren't we home?" Muddled understanding seeped into her brain and she began to giggle. "Oh, yeah! I forgot! We don't have any children for the weekend. I don't have to be a mother tonight. That's wonderful."
Jack grinned crookedly. "Only a wife tonight," he said, implying something distinctly sexual. "All you have to be tonight, darling, is a wife."
They began to giggle in that almost mindless form of drunken communication that needs no words to express the most complicated thoughts or emotions. They held onto each other to keep from falling, staggering with laughter.
"Hey, come on you two," Eddie said, only slightly less sloshed. He pushed the doubled over couple into the room with both hands. "Let someone else get in."
"Did you hear what she said?" Jack said, trying to explain to his best friend.
Gwen closed the door and locked it with a quick snap of her wrist. She had nursed one tepid drink all evening and was stone cold sober. She would play their game. For a while. She had some very definite ideas in mind, and she wasn't about to do anything that would interfere with their fruition.
"Come on, people," she said, herding them toward the bed. "For God's sake, be quiet. Do you have any idea what time it is? It must be after one."
"But we don't have any children this weekend," Abby said patiently, as if trying to explain a complicated subject to another drunk. "My mother has them. We're all alone, just the four of us."
"Yes, but the people around us are trying to sleep," Gwen said soothingly. "We're going to get thrown out if we're not careful."
Jack stiffened his spine and thrust his chest forward. "They are not sleeping," he said, slurring his words. "They are fucking. That's what everybody does when they go away for a vacation. They fuck."
Tension gripped Gwen's stomach. She had to control her impulse to grind her trembling thighs together. Her cunt was sopping wet. It had been for the past hour and a half, and her dripping panties were glued to her crotch like a second skin. Her mouth was open slightly, and she breathed shallowly through parted lips.
"Well, let them fuck," she said. She emphasized the word, spicing it with as much raw lasciviousness as she knew how. "But we should let them fuck in peace."
Jack stared directly at Gwen, and an electric spark passed between them. His eyes blazed with a smoldering passion he could no longer hide. Slowly, sensually, she ran the tip of her pink tongue around her glistening lips. Her cunt throbbed in anticipation. She trembled inwardly.
Abby plopped down on the bed with her legs parted. The hem of her short, print dress rode up, exposing a considerable expanse of warm pink flesh. Eddie dropped into one of the chairs to the right of the bed, his legs sprawled out in front of him, and stared at her thighs.
"You know what I feel like doing?" Eddie said. He suddenly jumped up with disjointed, uncoordinated enthusiasm. He snapped on the radio and twirled the dial. "I feel like dancing."
"You still feel like dancing?" Abby asked. She leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows. Her skirt pulled higher, exposing more shapely thigh and the pale pastel color of her panties. "After all the dancing we did at the recreation hall? Jesus, what kind of vitamins are you giving him, Gwen? Tell me, so I can give them to Jack."
Gwen's eyes didn't waver from Jack's face. "He doesn't need vitamins," she said, answering her friend, but communicating with her friend's husband.
"That's right, baby," Eddie said. He danced over to Gwen, completely unaware of the byplay going on between his wife and his best friend. He tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to break eye contact with Jack for the first time. "Come on, baby. I feel like dancing."
Gwen smiled at her husband. "Oh, not now, dear." The smile became wry and mask-like, although Eddie was totally unaware of the subtle alteration. "Why don't you dance with Abby?"
Eddie nodded okay and danced across the room toward the bed. Abby's blonde hair hung down behind her, almost touching the bed as she rocked her head from side to side. Her thighs were widely parted, and Gwen could see all the way up her skirt. She hoped Eddie wouldn't miss the view.
"Hey, come on, let's dance," Eddie said, tapping Abby on the knee. "Come on, Abby. I feel like dancing."
"Me?" Abby squeaked. "Why don't you dance with your wife?"
"Naw, I'd rather dance with you," he said, tugging on her hand.
Abby resisted him limply. "I don't know if I can stand up," she giggled.
"Come on, Abby," Gwen cut in quickly. "Dance with him. He'll hold you up. He-likes to dance with you."
That pleased Abby, and she sat up. "He does?" Her features arranged themselves into a sloppy smile. She stuck her tongue out at her husband. "Well, at least somebody appreciates my dancing."
They staggered against each drunkenly, trying to find enough coordination to move their legs in time to the driving beat of the music. Abby danced with her eyes closed, her unfettered, pear-shaped breasts bobbing and bouncing under her dress. Eddie was into the music, sweat streaking his face, his head rocking from side to side, the only portion of his anatomy in sympathetic rhythm.
Gwen walked casually across the room and turned the dial on the stereo until she found a station playing slow music.
"Hey, what did you change it for?" Eddie demanded. He half-turned, one shoulder down, one shoulder up, his spine twisted, and his legs sprawled in mid-stride. "I was just getting into the sound."
"It's late, darling," Gwen said reasonably. "I don't imagine everyone is fucking. If someone complains, we might not be able to dance at all."
Eddie straightened up and stared at her.
She smiled sweetly. "Oh, go on and dance, darling. Music is music. And hurry up before Abby falls down."
Eddie nodded in agreement and turned again toward Abby. Her eyes were still closed, and she swayed from side to side, feeling the sensuality of the slower, lilting tempo. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her back. Without losing a step, Abby snuggled against him. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her flushed cheek against his chest.
Gwen looked at her husband. His crotch was only a fraction of an inch away from the rounded curve of Abby's cunt mound. Sooner or later, she knew, his cock would get hard, and it would press between Abby's thighs and rub against Abby's pussy. Exactly what she wanted to happen.
"I gotta take a piss," Jack said. He watched the dancing couple, and nodded in agreement. He walked past them and headed toward the bathroom. "I won't be long."
When she heard the bathroom door close, Gwen wandered across the room, carefully avoiding the dancing couple, and sat on the edge of the bed. She watched Abby and Eddie, wondering how she was going to handle the next few steps. A smile spread across her face when she saw that Eddie did indeed have a hard-on, and he was rubbing it against Abby's cunt. Judging from the tensed ripples of her ass cheeks as she pressed forward, Abby was equally aware of his rigid dick.
Jack came back with a half-empty bottle of vodka just as the song ended. He had removed his jacket and tie. Dense, curly black hair showed through his open shirt and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms.
"Let's have another drink," he said, holding the bottle up. "A celebration of our first vacation together after all these years."
Abby and Eddie continued to sway against each other as they looked at Jack. He kicked off his shoes and walked to the bed. He climbed into the middle of the bed and Gwen sat diagonally across from him.
"Come on, everyone," he said, unscrewing the bottle cap. "Everybody get settled on the bed and we'll have a toast."
Eddie helped Abby onto the bed, holding her up as she giggled and stumbled into the center of the bed. He sat on the edge, one leg up, across from his wife.
"Oh, you didn't get glasses," Abby said, looking at her husband with bloodshot eyes.
Jack shrugged and flipped his hand back and forth. "The hell with the glasses," he exclaimed. "We'll rough it and drink right from the bottle."
Abby seemed wary. "Do you think we should? I mean, straight vodka?"
Gwen quickly supported the idea. "Oh, come on, silly. We came on this vacation to get away from the kids and let our hair down. We're so accustomed to doing the 'right' thing, we've forgotten how to relax and have fun. Who the hell cares if we get so fucking drunk we don't know what we're doing?"
Abby still seemed uncertain. "I don't know.. . "
Gwen took the bottle from Jack and tipped it to her mouth. She closed her eyes and let the clear, potent liquid spill into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly and shuddered convulsively. Her eyes were watery when she put the bottle down. She exhaled fire.
"Here," she said, her voice hoarse. She handed the bottle to her husband. "Your turn."
Eddie accepted the bottle without much enthusiasm. Gwen knew her husband wasn't much of a drinker. He rarely drank anything straight, with the exception of a little Scotch once in a while. She also knew she could get him to do just about anything if she made him think the group expected it.
"Don't be a party-pooper!" she chided. She poked him in his soft, relaxed paunch. "After all these years of having to watch everything we do, everything we say, I think you would be glad to act a little crazy for one night. Drink up, so everyone can have a turn."
Jack caught on quickly. "Yeah, come on, Eddie! I want my turn, and so does Abby."
"Yeah, why the hell not!" Eddie said expansively. He plucked the bottle away from his wife's outstretched hand and put it up to his mouth. He took a strong, deep swig, and grimaced as it went down.
Jack took the bottle and gave it to Abby. "Your turn, honey. And remember, no kids! "
Giggling gleefully, Abby accepted the bottle. She took a big swig and the colorless liquid trickled down her chin and stained her party dress. She coughed and shook her head and handed the bottle to her husband. "Wow!" she said breathlessly. "Wow!"
Jack passed the bottle to Eddie, then guided his hand and made him pass it to Abby. Abby spilled more on her dress when she took another drink.
"Ooohhh, I'm getting my pretty dress all messed up," Abby said.
"Take it off," Gwen said. "I'll put in it cold water to soak so it doesn't leave a permanent stain."
Abby opened her eyes wide and stared at Gwen. "But I'm not wearing a bra!" she whispered.
"Doesn't matter," Gwen replied. "Everybody has seen tits. Jack and I have seen yours, and you and Eddie have seen mine. What's the big deal?"
"Eddie hasn't seen mine, and Jack hasn't seen yours," Abby said, talking slowly so she wouldn't get her tongue tangled.
Gwen pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Then she pulled Abby's dress off. "Give her another drink, Eddie. I'll be right back."
Gwen came back and saw the empty vodka bottle lying in the middle of the bed. Eddie had removed his jacket and tie. They sat facing each other with their legs crossed Indian-fashion. She caught Jack watching her tits jiggle as she walked and gave him a big smile. She sat down facing him and arched her back slightly so her large tits seemed more prominent.
Abby seemed the drunkest of all. "Hey, we should play a game or something. Cards or something. Does anyone have any cards?"
Eddie stared at Abby's pretty, bare tits and leered drunkenly. "Yeah, let's play cards. Let's play strip poker! The girls don't have much to lose!"
Everyone giggled suggestively, intrigued with the salacious idea. Alcohol had lowered their inhibitions enough for them to react to the suggestion with an honest openness. They had been friends for years, even before they married. They had talked about swapping once or twice, but nothing ever came of it. Tonight seemed different, however. They were away from home, without their children, and without the responsibilities of married life weighing too heavily upon their thoughts or their consciences.
"I have a better idea," Jack said, waving the empty vodka bottle around. "Let's play spin-the-bottle."
Gwen's stomach quivered. She rubbed her sweaty palm on her knee. Her cunt was on fire, aching for an intimate touch. Her fingers itched to fondle it.
"Good idea," she said, struggling to control the trembling of her hands. "I'm game."
"Spin-the-bottle?" Abby whined. She screwed her face up into a grimace of distaste. "That's a kid's game!"
Vodka had robbed the last trace of caution from Jack's brain. "Not the way we're going to play it!" he said.
Gwen glanced quickly at her husband, who seemed to be wavering back and forth, somewhere between acceptance and rejection of the suggestion. "You want to play, don't you, darling?" she said sweetly. "Everyone else does."
Eddie blinked his eyes. "They do?"
"Of course," Gwen confirmed. Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed heavily. "Don't they, Jack?"
"Sure, we do," Jack explained to his friend. "Of course, if you're jealous.. .if you can't handle the idea.. . "
"Me?" Eddie exclaimed. "Don't be silly. Of course I'm for it. I think it's a great idea. Just great."
"Okay, here's how we play," Jack said. "You spin the bottle and you have to kiss the person it points to." He held up his hand. "Now, wait a minute. That doesn't mean I'm going to kiss Eddie, 'cause I'm not. You only kiss a person of the opposite sex. like if I spin and the bottle points to Abby or Gwen."
Abby giggled. "Doesn't matter to me. Gwen kisses pretty good."
Gwen glanced at Jack and Eddie, afraid that Abby had let the cat out of the bag. Neither man caught the significance of her remark.
They giggled nervously to relieve their mounting tension as Jack spun the bottle. Perversely, it stopped, pointing at Eddie. The men laughed and the women teased them. Jack spun again and got Abby.
He leaned over and kissed his wife. Responsively, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips hard against his. She moaned softly as his tongue plunged into her mouth. His hand slid down over the throbbing hillock of her tit and she quickly broke the kiss.
"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "And I called this a kid's game? Whose turn is it?"
"Yours, darling," Jack said. He shifted awkwardly and dropped his hands into his lap on each side of his cock to draw Gwen's attention to his throbbing hard-on. "You spin now."
Abby spun. She got Eddie. "How am I supposed to kiss you?" she asked, giggling nervously.
"With your mouth!" Eddie said, suddenly warming to the idea. He had never kissed her sexually, and the idea excited him. He tried to make his voice sound casual, but his excitement showed.
"Just the way you kissed Jack," Gwen confirmed, telling her husband that it was all right for him to kiss the nearly naked woman. "Those are the rules."
"Well, I know that," Abby squeaked. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her obvious interest. "I just feel so strange. I've never done anything like this."
"None of us have," Jack reassured his wife. "But you have to kiss him."
Abby stared at her husband. "You touched my tit when you kissed me," she said softly. "Is he supposed to do that when he kisses me?"
"That's up to you," Jack replied. "It's your tit." He looked at Gwen's tits, eager to spin the bottle and get her.
Jack and Gwen stared at each other as Abby leaned over and kissed Eddie. When Abby moaned, as she had with Jack, Gwen gave him a quick, intense look. He returned the look, and trembled when she ran the tip of her moist pink tongue over her upper lip.
Eddie spun, and got his wife. They kissed wetly and swapped tongues as he kneaded her tit. Gwen became dizzy with passion realizing she was tasting the warmth of Abby's mouth on his tongue. When they broke the kiss, they saw that Abby and Jack had not been idle. Jack was kissing his wife, holding her tit tenderly between his fingers.
"Oh, I like this game!" Abby said, her face flushed with passion. "Whose turn is it?"
"Mine," Gwen whispered. Wetness oozed from her cunt and left warm snail tracks down the inside of her thighs. She spun the bottle. "I got Jack."
She exchanged a meaningful look with Jack. She arched her back to accentuate her tits, then got on her hands and knees and crawled to him. Without giving his wife or her husband a second glance, she rose to her knees and pulled one of his hands to her tit. She licked his lips, then kissed him lightly. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and the kiss became so torrid that smoke rose from their lips.
When Gwen broke the kiss, Jack left his hand on her tit and looked at his wife. Abby and Eddie were kissing as passionately and he was busily playing with both of her tits.
Gwen climbed off the bed, took Jack's hand, and led him to the bathroom. She turned on the light, turned and moaned softly as she held out her arms. He molded his hard body to her soft frame. They kissed passionately, exploring each other's secrets with impatient tongues and fingers. He ground his cock between her thighs and ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing the cheeks of her ass with trembling fingers.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned, pressing his cheek against her face. "I've waited years for this. Years. All this time I've wanted you, wanted you so badly."
She licked his ear and neck and ground her hot mound hard against his erection. "I know," she whispered softly. "So have I." She took his hand from her ass and placed it on her large, aching tit. "Touch me all over!"
His hands moved excitedly, caressing her tits, as if trying to make up for lost time. He slid his hands down her sides, over the widening arc of her hips, then stuck one hand between her thighs. She shuddered when she felt his fingers gripping her wet, seeping slit. She groaned deeply and began to hump up and down, grinding her pussy into his palm.
She rubbed his cock through his pants, moaning softly when she discovered that he was as big and as hard as she had hoped he would be. She stroked and pinched and explored his shaft through the sensation-dulling layer of material.
She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and hissed, "Touch my cunt!"
He caressed her avidly, running his fingers up and down her humid gash, over and across her damp cunt mound, in and out of her widely spread thighs. He heard the soft sensuous swish of her luxuriant bush against the palm of his hand. He began to finger the hard lump of her erect clitoris, taking delight in her ecstatic moans. He rolled the bud with the same firm, stroking motion he used so successfully on his wife. Obviously, it was a good technique, because Gwen responded with wild abandon.
"Take my panties down," she begged, breathing hotly in his ear. She went after his prick with both hands, exploring every throbbing inch of his stiff shaft. "Take my panties down and fuck me!"
"Take my cock out," he said. He slid his index finger up and down through the damp, hairy slit of her cunt. Her wetness dribbled all over his hand.
Obediently, she unzipped his pants and thrust her hand inside. She fumbled desperately with his shorts to get at his throbbing thickness. She found the opening and yanked his cock out. The stately shaft slithered sensually in her hand as she stroked it.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "It's so big! Just as I knew it would be. Put it in me, please. Please! Fuck me with it!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack dropped to his knees in front of her as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off and left her legs wide-open. He stared at the swollen, hairy mound mere inches away from his mouth. His tongue darted out and sliced between the lips of her cunt. His tongue skated up and down, licking her humid gash impatiently and stroking her clit, until her hands came down upon his head and pulled his face hard against her heaving belly.
"Fantastic!" she moaned. She put her hands behind his head and pulled his face tightly to her crotch. She ground her naked cunt up and down on his lapping tongue. She stood on the tips of her toes, her thighs open wide around his head and humped her cunt into his face. She curled her hips up to bring all of her cunt into more direct contact with his wet, licking strokes. "Eat me, baby! Eat me! Eat my pussy up!"
He held her naked ass between his widely spread fingers, kneading the firm mounds, lifting her juicing crack up and down around the thrusting wedge of his tongue. His fingers crept into the canyon between the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the spasmodic clenching of her anus as he licked her.
He began to lash her clitoris with his tongue. She stiffened and spread her thighs further apart, and he knew it would be only a matter of moments before the fruits of her orgasm spilled hotly into his mouth. He stopped suddenly and lifted his head.
"Don't stop!" she moaned. She yanked him by the hair in an attempt to get his mouth back on her cunt. "I'm ready to cum, baby! I want to cum! I've got to cum!"
"Listen!" he whispered, his voice hoarse with surprise.
They heard moans coming from the other room. Soft, grunting moans, resonant with pleasure. Jack stared up at Gwen. Saliva dribbled down his chin, and he had cunt hair on his tongue. Her pussy was wet and full, the lips parted, and the ruby bud of her clitoris stood out like a smoldering ember between them. Her belly was heaving up and down.
"They're fucking!" Jack said incredulously. "My God, they're fucking!"
The idea excited him. It excited the both of them. Although they all knew they were going to swap, hearing it happen was an incredibly erotic experience for Gwen and Jack. Wild sexual images flashed through their thoughts as they pictured Abby and Eddie's activities in intimate detail.
"God, I hope so!" Gwen exclaimed. She forgot that she wanted to cum so badly. She grabbed Jack's hand and said, "Let's go watch them!"
Eddie had Abby pushed against the wall, pounding his cock into her. Her legs were locked around his waist and her arms around his neck. He hadn't even waited to drop his pants.
Gwen squeezed Jack's hand and whispered, "My plan worked!"
Eddie looked around, his face filled with guilt. He back away from Abby, pulling his cock free as he pushed her legs down.
"No!" Abby wailed. "It was just getting good, damn it!"
"I.. .uh.. . " Eddie stammered, afraid that he had really blown it. His cock shriveled rapidly, hanging out of his pants like a wet sausage.
Gwen went to her husband, knelt in front of him, lifted his limp prick, and swallowed it.
Eddie looked down at his wife, then at Abby, then at Jack, with an expression of bewilderment and confusion. Abby removed his shirt and tossed it aside. She started licking his nipples and dragging her tongue over his chest. Gwen removed his shoes, socks and pants without turning loose of his cock.
"See," Abby said to Eddie. "I told you that Gwen wouldn't be upset."
Releasing his cock, Gwen said, "Your cock tastes good all smeared with juice from Abby's pussy."
The significance of her remark went right over her husband's head. Jack understood. He grinned broadly as he began to strip off his clothes quickly. Gwen stood and arched her chest to push her tits out. Abby sucked in her breath as though seeing Gwen naked for the first time.
Gwen displayed herself proudly, her tits and hips perfectly symmetrical, her dark brown bush a stark contrast to her ivory skin. Jack stared at Gwen with intense concentration, his eyes sweeping from her naked tits to her soft, slightly rounded stomach. He smiled and blew her a kiss, silently thanking her for coaxing them into doing something they had all wanted to do for years.
Blood pounded in Eddie's loins as he scrutinized Abby's naked body for the first time. She was more slender than his wife, with narrow hips and a firm little butt. Large, honey-colored nipples capped her pert tits. A narrow slash of dark blonde hair adorned the junction of her thighs. In contrast to Gwen's overt eroticism, she exuded a subtle sexuality.
A shock tore through Eddie as Gwen went to Abby and embraced her, crushing their tits together and undulating her hips against the blonde. Gwen kissed Abby fervently as her hands stroked Abby's firm little ass cheeks. Then one hand slid between the blonde's thighs. Abby arched herself and moaned.
Eddie watched in fascination as Gwen aroused Abby to a feverish pitch with her lips and fingers, sucking hungrily on the blonde's swollen nipples as she thrust her fingers in and out of Abby's snatch.
Gwen released Abby, stepped back and stared at Jack. His bloated prick stuck out from his loins like an iron bar. It bounced up and down as he went to her quickly. He began to kiss and caress her without reservation. She responded passionately, fondling his rigid prick in her hand and pressing herself to him.
Eddie wanted to scream at them to stop their wanton behavior. The carnal grip on his mind made him helpless. He could only watch and realize with a shock how much the salacious scene excited him.
Gwen dropped to her knees and hefted Jack's dick in her hands. Her tongue flicked out and he groaned. She held the thick base of his prick in her right hand and fondled his balls with her left hand as she began to ply her mouth and tongue with impassioned skill.
Abby stood next to Eddie with her eyes riveted on her husband and Eddie's wife. She clutched Eddie's throbbing rod in a soft, warm hand and stroked the shaft gently.
"Your wife is such a beautiful, horny little bitch," she said softly. "Watching her suck my husband's cock really turns me on."
Gwen lay back on the floor, her face flushed with passion. She didn't give Eddie a second thought or a glance. She parted her thighs, drew her knees up and squirmed her ass impatiently as Jack mounted her.
Jack dipped his wick in Gwen's slick honey pot as his lips went to the swollen crescents of her tits. He let his cock soak in her hot pussy as he licked and teased her nipples. She whispered in his ear and he began to trace kisses over her taut tummy. He lavished wet kisses on the silken flesh of her inner thighs as he turned around and put a knee on each side of her head.
Eddie watched, helpless, yet tremendously excited as his wife and his best friend began their mutual act of oral love. He knew exactly the delight Jack felt as Gwen moaned with bliss and engulfed his prick with her soft, sensuous lips. Jack pushed his hands under her ass and buried his face in the silky nest of brown cunt hair. She grunted loudly around his thick dick and shuddered visibly. Their bodies began to jerk in unison as they went at each other with unbridled enthusiasm.
"God, look at her!" Abby whispered hotly. "She swallowed his whole fucking cock! Isn't she a great cocksucker? I like to fuck and suck cock. And I go wild when I get my pussy licked. Jack is the only man I've fucked or sucked since we got married."
"Jesus!" Eddie muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from the lascivious scene.
He felt Abby's fiery wet lips enclosing the tip of his rigid rod. She dug her fingers into his thighs and began to slide her lips back and forth at a frantic pace, sending sharp thrills rippling through the entire length of his cock. She began to flick her tongue and circle the head of his cock, leaving liquid fire in her wake. He caught his breath as she began to vibrate the burning tip of her tongue with stinging effect. He clawed at her hair, trying to pull her head forward and shove his cock all the way down her throat.
Eddie's eyes remained fixated on his beautiful wife and the man kneeling over her. They writhed and bucked tumultuously as they sucked each other ravenously. His heart began to hammer frantically as his wife suddenly threw her ass high in the air and shuddered violently. He knew she was having a searing orgasm, brought on by the kinky situation and Jack's flashing tongue.
Jack released Gwen and rolled onto his back, his stiff prick rising majestically from his groin. She sat astride his loins, facing him, with his cock sticking up in front of her heaving belly.
Abby gave Eddie a final sharp oral thrill and tore her lips away from his hard tool. "I've got to watch your horny wife fuck herself silly on my husband's cock," she panted. She got on her hands and knees, her burning eyes locked on the other couple. "Get down here behind me."
Eddie fell to his knees behind her. She reached around and grasped his throbbing cock. She dragged the swollen head down the crevice of her buttocks and wiggled it up and down through her juicy slit. She stuck about an inch of his prick in her cunt and began to squirm gently, just to keep his excitement primed.
"Don't fuck me yet," she said. "I'll tell you when."
They watched raptly as Gwen gripped Jack's shaft and hovered over it, her lovely face distorted with passion, her swollen tits heaving. She lowered herself a few inches, groaning softly as she locked her hot twat on his thick shaft. A moment later, she slid on down, gasping and sinking her nails into Jack's chest. Eddie knew what wonderful bliss Jack felt when Gwen gripped his cock in her lively cunt. Jack moaned deep in his chest. He caressed her belly and pulled gently on her long brown pussy hair. Then his hands went to her heavy tits. He lifted and squeezed the big mounds together and rolled her taut nipples with his thumbs.
"God, your cock feels good!" Gwen whispered.
"Ride him hard!" Abby yelled. "I want to watch you cum on his cock."
"Christ," Gwen moaned. "We did it! After all these years, we finally did it!"
"And we're going to do it a lot more in the future!" Abby said.
Gwen began to heave her body up and down, sliding her snatch up and down Jack's rigid fuck stick. She sobbed softly and weaved her head from side to side as the searing pressure drove her toward climax. Suddenly, she switched to a furious jerking and convulsive twisting as the urgency to cum swamped her senses. With a fierce, gurgling groan, she threw herself forward on top of Jack. She bit her lower lip and yanked his hair as the cheeks of her ass clenched and flashed up and down in a frenzy of carnal gratification.
Abby rolled onto her back by her husband. "Fuck me!" she yelped as she pulled Eddie between her splayed legs. "I've got to have your cock!"
Eddie moved into the blonde's saddle, acutely aware of his wife next to him, still fucking Jack and screaming with joy. The lecherous situation excited him more than he thought possible.
"Stick me!" Abby wailed as she grabbed his ass and pulled him forward. "Bang me hard! Ream my cunt good!"
He kissed her on the lips as he mounted her and probed her hole with the tip of his prick. The instant his cock touched her cunt, she lunged up frenetically and shuddered as he slid into her. She raked his back with her nails and sobbed deep in her throat. Her slick tightness made him catch his breath. He stared at her lust-contorted face as he began to plow her garden of pleasure vigorously.
Abby twisted her legs around his thighs and met his powerful thrusts with sharp lunges of her hips. She locked her hot twat tightly around his plundering prick and bit him on the shoulder as her excitement soared. She suddenly began to twist her ass from side to side to intensity the pressure of his prick. She reacted more forcefully, more unrestrained now than when he had her backed against the wall earlier.
Eddie felt soft fingers tickling his inner thighs and fondling his balls as he drove into Abby with massive strokes. He knew without looking that his excited, and exciting, wife had joined the action.
"Watching you fuck another woman excites the fuck out of me," Gwen said softly. "My cunt is so wet, it would drown a fish. Don't you like getting your balls fondled while you fuck? I wish I could see the inside of her cunt so I could see how your cock looks in there."
"Oh, fuck," Eddie moaned.
"Yes, darling, fuck is right," Gwen said. "Fuck her good and make her cum real hard. I know her cunt is so tight and juicy. When you finish fucking her, I'm going to do something that will shock the fuck out of you."
Eddie didn't have a chance to reply. Abby urged him to maximum effort with her nails and frenzied slit. Her cunt clamped and quivered dynamically on his pulsating prick. She nipped him on the ear and neck and shoulder. She arched her body and crushed her hot, swollen tits into his chest, gasping and shivering wildly as he drove into her accommodating depths.
His cum burst from him in a seemingly endless orgasm that made her cry out and swing her hips furiously. He sagged against her, limp, heaving for breath, unable to continue long enough to bring her to her final, most satisfying orgasm.
Gwen swatted her husband on the ass. "Move," she hissed.
Lost in a fog of euphoria, Eddie rolled away. Gwen immediately fell on Abby and began to shower wet kisses on her lips and throat, then squirmed her satiny body against the blonde's.
Eddie and Jack suddenly realized what Gwen meant when she said she was going to shock the fuck out of them. The knowledge that his wife was going to eat Abby's pussy hit Eddie harder than watching her fuck Jack. It also excited him more. Much more.
Eddie's cock began to swell again as he watched his wife. Gwen fondled one of Abby's tits and teased the hard nipple with her outstretched tongue before sucking the bloated bud into her greedy mouth. His eyes blazed with passion and his prick grew completely hard as his beautiful wife trailed kisses over the blonde's stomach, heading for her cunt without hesitation.
Gwen's eyes narrowed to slits as she propped herself between Abby's wide-spread thighs. Her full lips parted and her tongue circled her mouth in a gesture that was simultaneously dainty and lascivious. Gwen suddenly plunged her tongue into Abby's cunt, holding her mouth away so the men could see every little detail.
Abby moaned and jerked her cunt against Gwen's face. She trembled and clawed the brunette's shoulders as Gwen assaulted her slit frantically.
Eddie made another discovery. Watching his wife eat pussy as if she had been doing it all her life was not only wildly exciting, it seemed perfectly right in these circumstances.
Jack knelt behind Gwen with his rigid shaft pointed at her softly rounded ass cheeks. He thrust his long, thick cock deep into the bubbling pit of her fiery hole. He could feel the shaft sliding in, her wetness and heat spreading like a mist across the head of his cock. Her cunt lips rubbed along his shaft as he began to drive his dick into her cunt with a steady, relentless tempo. He leaned over her back and cupped her dangling tits, and began to knead the large, resilient mounds vigorously. She groaned, but kept her face buried in Abby's cunt. She wiggled and twitched and moaned in ecstasy.
Abby reached out and gave Eddie's cock a hard tug. "I told you that I love to suck cock," she said with a big grin. "Get over me and stick that big thing in my mouth."
He quickly scrambled astride her. She grabbed his hips and guided his ass to her chest. She cupped her tit mounds in her hands and mashed them around his cock. He closed his eyes and reveled in the strange sensation as she massaged his dong with the velvety heat of her tits.
"Gwen's tits are bigger than mine," Abby said. "She can do this better than I can."
He felt Abby jerk in response to Gwen's tongue in her cunt and heard his wife's groans of pleasure as Jack fucked her relentlessly.
Abby grabbed Eddie's dick and tugged him forward, staring at the head of his thick prick as it moved toward her mouth. He gasped when her tongue lashed out, then clenched his teeth as she took half of the length of his cock into her fiery, wet mouth. He experienced a series of breathtaking thrills as she began to use her mouth with diabolical skill. She slid her lips gently back and forth one minute, then furiously the next. She nibbled his dick tenderly and rolled his swollen nuts in her hand.
He felt her begin to thrash her hips violently and knew she was experiencing a blazing release on his wife's tongue. Her skillful mouth shattered his own control. An electrifying orgasm shuddered through his loins. She sucked his cock greedily and gobbled his cum, draining him dry.
Jack watched his horny wife suck Eddie's cock, his face a mask of contorted bliss. He never suspected that she was so uninhibited. He did suspect that the two women had been doing things with each other in secret. Well, their proclivity for licking clit was no longer a secret. Now that they had crossed the self-imposed, invisible barrier, things were definitely going to be a lot more interesting.
"I'm cumming!" he cried. "Going to fill your hot cunt, you horny little bitch!"
Gwen shook her ass and began to rock back at him, encouraging him to do just that.
He began to jerk his hips savagely forward, burying the shaft of his spewing cock all the way inside of her convulsing cunt. Sperm exploded from his dick, gushing into her in thick blobs, flooding her hole and oozing out around his pumping shaft.
The moment she felt Jack's cum spewing into her, Gwen began to cum. Her powerful, shattering orgasm began at the base of her spine, curved around the underside of her crotch, and erupted all the way up the canal of her cunt. She hunched back hard at him and began to screw her ass around in circles.
Jack pulled his cock out of Gwen's cunt and looked at the sperm dribbling from her fluttering lips and trickling down the inside of her thighs. He grinned and whacked her on the ass. "Turn around, baby!" he said "Let my wife suck my cum out of your cunt!"
"Yeah!" Eddie agreed. "Eat each other out!"
Gwen kept her mouth on Abby's pussy as she turned around. She swayed her tender snatch over Abby's mouth in a teasing motion. Feverishly aroused, Abby grabbed the brunette's ass and pulled her cunt down. They sucked each into orgasmic paralysis, then rolled apart.
"What a fantastic way to sober up," Abby sighed. She lifted her head and looked at her husband's cock. "Darling, if I suck that thing back up, will you fuck me?"
"I'm sureas hell not going to fuck Eddie!" Jack laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sauna was empty, which didn't surprise Laura. The guests who weren't still at the rec hall dancing were probably in bed. Either sleeping or fucking. She envied the women who were getting their clits licked. She hoped all of them were getting a good fuck.
Her encounter with Burt started well enough. Too bad it had to end on such a sour note. She sure would have liked for him to get her off a couple of times with his tongue.
Well, guess I'll just have to wait, she thought. Maybe another man who-likes to lick pussy will come along soon. Sure wish Abby and Gwen and I could get together and do each other. Truth be told, I prefer a woman's tongue in my pussy to a man's. Women don't pussyfoot around and act as if they're doing you a big favor. They get right to it and make sure you have a good orgasm.
She hung her clothes in a locker and wrapped herself in a towel. She adjusted the temperature control on the sauna, then stuck her head in the door of the massage room.
The masseuse sat in a large leather chair, reading a book. She looked up when the door opened.
"I'm going to use the sauna, then I'll be in for a massage," Laura said.
The masseuse smiled and nodded. "I do not have many customers on Saturday night," she said, her voice tinged with a Scandinavian accent. "Take your time."
Laura removed the towel from her body and wrapped it around her head like a turban. When she opened the door of the sauna, the heat hit her like a blast furnace.
She sat on one of the wooden benches and began to sweat almost immediately. The red-tinted bulbs gave the stark room an eerie, almost hellish atmosphere. She breathed in the raw heat and experienced a moment of panic when her lungs felt as they were boiling.
Her flesh began to tingle as her pores opened in the smothering heat. Sweat dripped into her eyes and ran in rivulets between her tits and down her naked body. She enjoyed a sauna once she got over her initial moment of panic. She endured the stifling heat until she felt as limp as an old dish rag. Then she opened the door and breathed in the cool air with a sigh of relief.
She discarded the towel, holding her hair, and stepped into the shower stall. The shower had a nozzle on each wall and one overhead. She set the water temperature to lukewarm and basked in the surrounding spray. She began to rub herself briskly with both hands as her body slowly cooled.
Her fingers lingered on the tips of her nipples for a moment, then she put both hands between her legs. She grunted softly as she caressed the tenderness between her thighs. She spread the inner lips of her cunt and rubbed the tip of her finger up and down the moist furrow. She spread her legs a little wider and eased her finger deep into her hole. She withdrew her finger and caressed the erect bud of her clitoris. The sensation made her knees weak. She felt a gush of juice in her dilating hole. She tilted her head back and let the water pour over her face as she began to finger her anus. She inserted her finger into the tight passage and groaned out loud.
"Don't get yourself turned on!" she muttered. She snatched her hands out of her crotch and changed the water temperature to ice cold. The frigid needles of water shocked her nervous system. "Jesus!" she gasped, shuddering under the savage impact of the cold water.
She turned off the water and jumped out of the shower. She grabbed a clean towel from the rack and began to rub her frigid body vigorously. She wrapped a clean towel around her body and went into the massage room.
"Ah, there you are," the masseuse said. She slipped a bookmark between the pages of her book and stood. "I am Erica Hansen. Did you enjoy the sauna?"
"Very much," Laura said. "I wish I had one at home."
"You should try diving into a cold lake after the sauna," Erica said. "It is an experience like you have never known."
"I would probably die of shock," Laura laughed. "A cold shower is bad enough."
Erica Hansen was a striking woman. Tall and shapely, muscular almost, certainly athletic, decidedly feminine. Her white-blonde hair hung to her shoulders in loose, natural curls. Her blue eyes were large and bright. Her pink, wholesome complexion showed no sign of blemishes or cosmetics. Her shoulders were broad, and her breasts were high and hard without a bra, even though she had to be in her thirties, at least. Her narrow waist flared into full, firm hips that tapered into gorgeous legs. She wore only a long white T-shirt that clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin. The name of the resort, written in bright blue letters, undulated up and down the hills and valleys of her breasts.
Laura could see her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. She stared openly, thinking of what could be if Erica went both ways. She dismissed the thought as highly un-likely.
Erica caught her look and smiled coyly. "So, get on the table," she said softly. "On your back. I will begin with a facial."
Laura dropped her towel and shivered as the cold air from the air conditioner washed over her. Goose bumps rose all over her body and her nipples stiffened into hard points. She climbed onto the table and lay on her back with her eyes closed.
"The light is too bright, yes?" Erica said. She dimmed the lights and returned to the table.
"Thank you." Laura opened her eyes and looked at Erica. Unexpectedly, she felt a growing wetness in her cunt. "I expected an old hag," she said with a soft chuckle. "This is Saturday night, after all."
Erica laughed, genuinely amused. "Saturday night is not special for me. I rarely go out, even on Saturday night."
"You don't date? Don't you like to dance and party?"
Erica brushed Laura's silky red hair back from the sides of her head. She began to massage slowly, rolling the tips of her fingers around in a slow, shallow circle. "I like to dance and party and have a good time. With the right people. I do not date, not the way you mean."
Laura's heart skipped a beat. Could it be possible? Might she get a tongue in her pussy after all? "Oh, really?" She tried to make her voice sound casual. "You would drive the men wild. You have the looks and body for it."
"I do not like to drive men wild," Erica said with a sexy laugh. "You are also very beautiful. Do you not drive men wild? Why are you not at the dance? Does your husband not like to dance?"
"I'm not married. And I don't have a main man in my life. I keep looking, but I haven't found the one I want. I went to the dance earlier. I danced with a man and went for a walk with him. Then we went to my room. It didn't turn out the way I wanted."
"Do men not satisfy you?"
Laura closed her eyes and swallowed the dryness in her mouth. "They used to. They still do sometimes."
Erica smeared some creamy liquid in the palms of her hands. "Close your eyes and relax." She began to knead Laura's face tenderly.
Laura sighed. "Oh, that feels nice."
"Men are often so clumsy. If they do not satisfy you, how do you relieve your tensions? Do you get a massage every day?"
"Not hardly!" Laura laughed. "Once in a while, I find a man who satisfies me. Should I tell her? What if I misunderstood what she meant? I don't want to create a scene. She decided she would drop a hint and take the chance. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And she wanted her clit licked so badly. "I have a couple of girlfriends."
Erica's expert fingers left Laura's face and dug into her shoulders. "And they are not here with you?" she asked, definite interest showing in her voice.
"Yes, they are here," Laura said, purring softly. "But they're both married. We haven't had a chance to be alone."
"I see," Erica said. Her fingers worked skillfully, massaging Laura's flesh, toning her muscles, making her body glow with relaxation. "When do you go home?"
"Not for a couple of days," Laura said with a deep sigh. "Too long to wait, if you know what I mean." She hoped she hadn't misjudged Erica.
"Yes, I know what you mean," Erica said softly. "Even one day can be too long when you are hungry." Her hands slid down smoothly and rested lightly on Laura's tits. "I have finished with the facial. Are you ready for the rest of your massage?"
Laura felt her nipples swell immediately.
"Yes," she said, breathing harshly. God, I hope she's not just teasing me! she screamed in her mind.
Erica began to knead Laura's tits gently. "Many women who know me come for massages late at night," she said conversationally. "Or ask me to come to their rooms for a massage. They enjoy the.. .privacy.. .and the special attention I give to them."
Laura opened her eyes slowly. Erica's heavy tits hung directly above her face. Her thick, stiff nipples looked like two hillocks in her tight T-shirt. She wondered if she could get away with nipping one of the buds with her teeth. Or reaching up and fondling the big mounds. She wanted to do both at once. She closed her eyes, vividly aware of the wetness collecting between the lips of her swampy cunt. She nearly trembled with anticipation.
Erica's hands left her tits and a moment later Laura heard the door lock snap sharply. I didn't misunderstand her! she exulted. She's going to do me. God, I hope she uses her tongue, not just her fingers. She parted her thighs slightly and felt the gentle brush of cool air on her wet snatch. She ran her tongue nervously over her suddenly dry lips.
Erica ran her palms over the top of Laura's feet. "Spread your legs, please. A little more. Good."
Erica's hands settled between Laura's thighs. She massaged with the tips of her fingers, working closer and closer to the redhead's crotch. Pleasure coursed up and down Laura's quivering legs. Her toes curled reflexively and the lips of her cunt fluttered excitedly.
"You are very tense," Erica said softly. Her fingers moved slowly, carefully, up Laura's thighs until she was almost pressing them into the moist hair along her slit. "You should relax more."
"I'm trying to," Laura said in a quivering voice.
The back of Erica's hand brushed Laura's twat lightly.
"Oooooo!" Laura muttered softly.
"Did I hurt you?" Erica asked teasingly.
Laura flexed her knees and spread her legs a little wider. "You know you didn't," she whispered.
Erica continued to caress the top of Laura's thighs, running her fingers up and down the crease of flesh between the mound of her cunt and her thighs. Her fingers brushed against the luxuriant growth of hair, sending shudders and additional wild sensations into Laura's body.
"You are very tense here," Erica explained. "The muscles are very tight." She stopped for a moment and trailed the tips of her long fingernails over Laura's mound. "Would you like me to massage you here? I will, if you wish."
Laura took a deep breath and nodded. "I think you want to as much as I want you to." She knew she sounded muddled. She was. With passion. She also knew that Erica understood what she meant.
"Yes," Erica said simply.
Erica placed her hand over Laura's cunt mound. Her long, expert fingers cupped the gently sloping curve. Her middle finger pressed down firmly, inserting itself between the moist, furry lips.
"You have a lovely body," Erica whispered, her voice a harsh purr. "So soft and firm. And your cunt is so wet. The lips are so delicate.. . like flower petals. Does this feel good?" She rolled Laura's erect clit with the tip of her index finger.
"Oh, God, yes!" Laura cried, drawing her legs up and letting her knees fall to the side. She curled her snatch up, pushing it against Erica's exploring hand. "Wonderful!"
Erica placed a second finger alongside the first and used both to rotate Laura's cunt in a slow circle. She pressed down hard, and the bud of Laura's clit slipped and slid between her fingers. The lips of the redhead's twat fluttered, opening and closing stickily as she caressed them.
"You like when I do this, don't you?" Erica asked.
Laura humped her pussy into Erica's twisting hand. "God, yes!" she whispered hoarsely.
"I make you feel hot? Excited?"
"like a fucking furnace!"
Erica chuckled. Her fingers slid from Laura's clit and skated down the moist, fleshy avenue between the bloated lips of her snatch to her sopping hole. Wetness oozed out. She could feel the waves of humid excitement against her cupped hand.
"How does this feel?" she asked, inserting her finger into the elastic mouth of Laura's cunt.
"Fucking fantastic," Laura breathed.
Erica began to rotate her finger in a slow, steady circle, stretching the hole wide-open. Laura arched her back as she drove her cunt against the blonde's fingers. She felt her nipples harden into a renewed state of intense excitement. Suspense mingled with passion.
"Are you going to lick me?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. She clutched her tits in both hands, squeezing them into fleshy mounds. A surge of throbbing passion washed down into her convulsing body.
Erica pushed her middle finger deep into the bubbling pit of wetness. "I will make love to you however you wish, beautiful little sister," she said as she began to move her finger inside of Laura's cunt.
Laura moaned with disappointment when she felt Erica's finger withdraw from her cunt. Then she cried out softly as she felt the woman's wet tongue begin to lick between her thighs.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, arching her back, smearing her wet cunt against Erica's face. "Lick my cunt, baby! Lick it good!"
Erica's tongue darted eagerly through the wet foliage concealing Laura's slit. She used her fingertips to hold the puffy lips apart and her tongue slithered up and down the slick slit. She licked up her juice and drilled the tip of her tongue into the dilating hole of her cunt. She ran her tongue up the fertile furrow and began to lap Laura's throbbing clitoris.
Laura grabbed Erica's head and locked the woman's mouth against her gyrating groin. The bud of her clit pulsed wildly under Erica's tongue. She humped her crotch against the hot mouth as Erica licked up the drool oozing from the well of her cunt. She arched her back and drove her snatch at the wet spear of Erica's tongue, literally fucking herself on the woman's lesbian caress. Powerful, stirring sensations wracked her tense body.
"Oh, God, " she moaned. "I'm going to cum!"
Erica continued to lick her cunt with a easygoing, calculated lapping motion. She slithered her tongue gently up and down, starting at her hole and brushing the pointed wedge of her tongue over her vibrating clit. The savory taste of titillated cunt filled her mouth as she sucked up the oozing wetness. The swishing sound of her intimate licking filled the otherwise quiet room. She relished the feel of the redhead's thighs around her neck and the clawing fingers entangling themselves in her silky blonde hair. She put her hands under Laura's ass and lifted her, bringing her cunt to her lips. She guzzled her juice as if sipping from a delicate cup.
"I'm cumming!" Laura cried as she tightened her legs around Erica's neck. She began to hump furiously up and down, and her orgasm exploded all over the other woman's face. "Oh, God! Ooohhh! I'm cumming!"
Erica continued to lick until the quivering spasms of Laura's orgasm subsided. She untangled herself from Laura's thighs and lifted her to examine her handiwork.
Laura's cunt was a sodden mass. The lips lay wide open. Saliva and pussy juice oozed from her hole and dribbled down the crack of her ass. Her belly heaved fitfully, like a tense drum skin fluttering from the driving tempo of her sexual crescendo.
Laura pushed herself up on her elbows and gave the masseuse a bright, happy smile. "Thank you," she said softly. "You really know how to please a woman."
Erica smiled and whisked her T-shirt over her head in a single fluid motion. Her massive, firm tits tumbled out and dangled freely, swaying from side to side. Her cunt felt like a lava pit.
"Pleasing a woman is my specialty," Erica said. "I do not often let a man put his cock in me. Do you also like to please a woman?" she asked hopefully.
Laura slid off the table and fondled Erica's tits as she kissed the woman. "Lie down and I'll show you just how well I can please a woman," she said with a sexy chuckle.
"Would you not like to do a 69?" Erica asked.
"Yes," Laura said with a big smile. "But I'll suck you off first so we start even."
CHAPTER SIX
Laura sat at the bar in the nearly empty cocktail lounge sipping a Screwdriver made with more 100 proof vodka than orange juice.
"Who's the dude in the suit?" she asked the young woman behind the bar.
"David Butler. I hear he's a big attorney. Owns a half interest in the place. He comes around every couple of weeks. Keeps to himself. I've never seen him with a woman. The asshole across the room is Kelly Engle. He's new here. Teaches tennis in the summer and skiing in the winter."
Laura lifted one eyebrow. "You don't like him, huh?"
"He thinks he's God's gift to women. If his cock was half as big as his ego, he might be."
The young woman drifted down the bar and busied herself polishing glasses, leaving Laura to her thoughts. She glanced in the mirror behind the bar and saw that the object of the young woman's ridicule was coming toward her.
Oh, shit! she thought. Why me? I don't want anything to do with another loser. Not after the fiasco with Burt. She picked up her glass and turned away from Engle. A young couple sat on opposite sides of one of the tables, leaning forward, holding hands and looking at each other with cow eyes. Probably on their honeymoon. They wouldn't know if the place fell in around them.
Gloomy, daytime shadows draped the back of the lounge. If any of the tables were occupied, she couldn't tell. She didn't see anyone she knew, anyone with whom she could seek refuge to avoid Engle. She realized Engle had changed course and was going to end up right in front of her. She turned the other way and her gaze fell on David Butler.
He glanced at her, than at Engle. He looked grim and lifted one eyebrow.
Very perceptive, she thought. She grimaced and shook her head.
Butler rose and hurried across the room to intercept Engle. He took the man by the arm and Laura could see his lips moving rapidly as he steered Engle away.
Butler returned a couple of minutes later and stood near Laura. "My apologies," he said simply as he motioned to the bartender. "Lila, give the lady another drink. On the house."
"Thank you," Laura replied. "It helps to have friends in high places."
"We could be," Butler said. "I'm David Butler."
"I know," Laura said. She laughed softly as she turned to face him. "I'm Laura Snyder. Did you chase him away so you could hit on me?"
He grinned wryly. "No. Even though it might look that way. Dissatisfied customers don't come back."
"So, you made a simple business decision. And I thought you did it because you didn't want competition."
"Since you put it that way, may I call you?"
"How do you know I don't live too far away to make it worth your while?"
"Well, we haven't colonized other planets yet, so you must live on this one. I haven't heard of any UFO sightings in this area. Any place I can get to within twenty-fours by fast jet is worthwhile."
"You have a glib tongue. Suppose I say no? Who will steer you out of the room with a stern warning?"
"I'll take myself by the arm and give myself a severe tongue lashing on the way out."
"Give me your card and a pen," she said.
"Where do you live, by the way?" he asked as he handed her his card and pen.
Laura looked at his card. "About a two miles from your office." She flipped the card over and wrote her name and phone number on the back. "Having second thoughts?"
"Only regrets that I didn't meet you sooner," he said as he pocketed his card and pen. "Enjoy the rest of your stay."
"I'm going home Monday morning," Laura said. "Thank you for the drink."
Butler gave her a salute and walked away.
Laura took her drink outside and sat by the pool. A few minutes later, Abby and Gwen joined her, beaming as brightly as the afternoon sun. They both wore thong bikinis that barely covered anything but their nipples and bushes.
"You two look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," Laura said. "New bikinis?"
"The guys bought them for us this morning," Gwen replied.
"That's a change," Laura said. "I thought they didn't want you to show any skin."
Abby giggled. "They changed suddenly. Last night. We all got it on together."
"We didn't just get it on together," Gwen said. "We swapped. And we let them in on our little secret."
"Well, that is a change!" Laura said. "How did they react when they found out you like to lick clit?"
"They nearly fucked us to exhaustion!" Abby said happily. "They were so tired, they ate a huge lunch and went back to bed. We're on our way to wake them and do it again."
"Don't wear out their cocks," Laura advised with a laugh. "Save some for tomorrow."
She watched the girls walk away, suddenly feeling very lonely. I wish they had asked me to join them. Guess they aren't ready for a real group grope yet. Maybe I'll get a little drunk and land in jail. She went back inside and ordered another drink.
From out of the shadows on the far side of the lounge, a tall blond man emerged slowly, as if stepping through a thick fog. Laura watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he ambled toward her. He wore a somber gray suit, a pearl-colored shirt and a pale lavender tie.
"Wimp," Laura muttered half under her breath. She raised her voice and said, "Lila, who's the dude in the dark glasses coming our way? He looks familiar, but I can't place him."
Lila looked at the man and shrugged. "Never saw him before. Too pretty for my taste. Probably a lady's man who wandered in looking for someone as pretty as he is. like you."
Laura smiled wanly. "Just my luck."
The man's hair was bleached almost white, striking against his deeply tanned skin. He was extraordinarily handsome, and seemed to be exceedingly aware of it. He carried himself casually, walked with supreme coolness, as if he wanted everyone else to be aware of his looks.
He slid onto the stool next to Laura and looked at her. He had a kind of faint, tight smile on his lips. She thought his smile had a mocking bent to it. Then again, it could simply be her own reaction to his good looks.
She realized she was staring at him and looked down. She took another quick sip of her drink and sat the empty glass down harder than she intended.
The man set his glass on the bar and motioned to Lila. "Another," he said softly. His voice was clear and cultured, with an unmistakable tone of authority.
Lila nodded.
Laura felt an unmistakable flutter in the pit of her stomach as the man stared at her. She closed her thighs tightly, as if locking her cunt in a prison of flesh.
"And another for the lady," he said, staring openly at Laura.
Laura stared at him just as openly. The fluttering in her stomach danced lower and tickled the inside of her pussy. He's trying to pick me up, she thought. Well, I could do worse. When my pussy reacts to a man this way, I usually have a pretty good time. Besides, he just might turn out to be Mister Right.
"You don't have to," she said.
He lifted his hand and waved away her objections. His tight lips parted and revealed a set of perfect, brilliant white teeth. "No strings attached," he said in the same soft, confident voice. "I don't want to drink alone."
Lila half-turned and looked directly at her, waiting for an answer.
Laura nodded. "Well, I guess one more won't hurt."
The blond man nodded, pleased with himself, pleased with her response. "Good," he said.
Unconsciously, Laura looked at her wristwatch.
"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked tentatively.
"No. Why?"
He turned slightly on the stool and his knee touched hers. She felt a jolt of electricity surge up her thigh and stab into her suddenly wet cunt. He took off his dark glasses and looked at her carefully.
"You looked at your watch," he said softly. "I thought perhaps you might be waiting for someone."
Laura shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I was getting kind of bored."
Lila brought their drinks. Laura rolled her sweaty palms against her cool glass.
"Are you here alone?" he asked, lifting his glass.
"Yes." Why bother explaining her relationship with her friends to him? It wouldn't interfere if she decided to spread for him. She felt juice soak the crotch of her panties and thought she might. Just to see if he even came close to being Mister Right. "And you?"
"Oh, yes." He smiled crookedly. "Very much alone." He shifted in his seat and turned more toward her. "How long will you be here?"
"I'm going home Monday morning."
He smiled. "So am I." He picked up his drink. "Shall we drink to a quick, but friendly, relationship?"
Laura clinked her glass against his. "I can handle that," she said.
Fire rolled down her throat and splashed into her stomach as she took a deep drink. This drink seemed stronger than the previous ones. Maybe she had already had too much alcohol. Her ears were hot with excitement and her nipples were tingling. She couldn't blame the drinks for everything, however. His knee rubbing gently up and down her thigh generated most of the butterflies in her stomach.
Up close, she saw that he was terribly handsome. Beautiful might better describe him. His features were finely chiseled, and his tan looked too flawless. His soft, almost white hair flowed into a medium-length, mod style that had to have been professionally styled. His eyes were alive and piercing, with an intelligence and subtle knowledge. His long eyelashes fluttered like delicate webbing. The clean, erotic aroma of his cologne assailed her nostrils. She inhaled the fragrance deeply, almost involuntarily.
"I know," he said, a smile on his lips, mischievous humor in his eyes. "I remind you of someone, don't I?"
"As a matter-of-fact, you do. I know it sounds like a line, but have we met?"
He chuckled warmly. "Perhaps you've seen me on television," he said. He pressed his whole leg tightly against her thigh. "I do a lot of commercials."
"Right!" Laura said. "That's where I've seen you."
He nodded and sipped his drink. "Well, it's a living." He smiled broadly and tried to mold his leg against hers. "But let's talk about us. Tell me your name."
"Laura," she said. "Laura Snyder. What's your name?"
He sipped his drink, then put it down slowly. She was aware of the rub of his thigh against her leg and the growing wetness in her panties.
"Derek," he said. "Derek Hall."
Laura tipped her drink toward him. "How do you do, Derek?"
He smiled. "I do very well, Laura." He looked at his watch. "Will you have dinner with me?"
"I would love to have dinner with you," she replied instantly.
They had a good dinner, then went to the rec hall and danced nearly every dance. They laughed and teased each other, and had a marvelous time. They walked to her room arm-in-arm, like old lovers.
She gave Derek her door key and said, "You are coming in, aren't you?"
Derek studied her face. "Do you want me to?"
She laughed nervously. "You know I do."
"Then I would be a fool to refuse." He flashed his spectacular smile at her. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know."
Five minutes later, they were sprawled across the bed, locked in a passionate embrace.
He kissed her wetly on the mouth and she parted her lips to let his tongue slip in. His hot tongue tasted slightly alcoholic. He slithered his tongue in and out of her mouth and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs and crushed her mound against his groin, grinding her body against his as they kissed.
He had his arms under her and she had hers laced across his back. Every part of their bodies touched. Her large tits were mashed flat under his strong chest. His cock stiffened excitedly in the prison-like confines of his pants. She felt his shaft pressing her sopping panties into her hot slit, sending ripples of impassioned anticipation through her whole body. Her sweltering hole opened and closed like a puckering mouth, aching for his cock.
He removed her blouse with expert precision, baring her braless tits to his hands and eyes. Her body was alive with passion. He lusted for her body, ached to touch her all over. She gave herself to him freely. The merest touch of his hand on her stiff nipples excited both of them.
"Oh, God, it feels so good!" she moaned, crushing his face to her tits as he scooped them into his mouth.
His tongue lashed her nipples, bringing them to a throbbing stiffness in his mouth. Saliva dribbled from his lips and poured hotly over her sensitive, quivering flesh. She humped her cunt hard against him, rubbing his stiff cock between the lips of her cunt. They both heard her soaked panties squishing against her slit.
"Undress me, baby!" she moaned. "I want to be naked for you."
His hands were not as skillful as he fumbled with her skirt. He finally got it open and she lifted her ass for him to pull it off. He yanked her panties off, grabbed her bare ass, and rolled her on top of him. He pulled her down as she squirmed vigorously and drove the lump of his cock between her thighs. He could feel her heat and wetness even through his pants.
"Undress, baby!" she moaned, humping wildly on top of him. "I want your cock! I want to feel it. I want to suck it! I want to shove it all the way up my cunt until I'm cumming! I want to feel you cumming! God, I'm so fucking hot!"
He rolled her back onto her ass. He stood and stared at her as he hastily tore his clothes off. She spread her legs lewdly, showing him the wet tangle of her red-haired pussy. The lips were already parted wetly, revealing the deep, red gash. Cunt juice oozed from her quivering hole.
He shoved his pants down, releasing his throbbing erection. His prick stood out from his loins a full, thick seven inches. His cockhead looked like a swollen mushroom capping his shaft. A bubble of pre-cum clung to the small slit in the tip.
She reached up, grabbed his hands and began to pull him down. "Lick me first, baby!" She lifted her ass and waved her hairy, wet gash at him. "Lick my cunt, baby!"
"I'm going to fuck you, baby!" he gasped. "Going to fuck you hard!"
"Then fuck me, baby! You can lick me later."
He shoved his prick into her molten passion pit and she gasped with pleasure. She clamped down with her pussy, molding the walls of her carnal passage around the glorious thickness of his drilling shaft. She tilted her hips, pushing her hungry gash at him, sucking the full length of his shaft into her creaming cunt.
"Oh, God, your cock is so big!" she cried. She locked her feet behind his ass and began to pump herself up and down the plunging rod. "I knew it would be! I knew it would be! Oh, fuck me with your beautiful cock, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Christ, I'm going to cum!"
He panted with excitement as he drove his dick in and out of her quivering belly. The intense friction, and the pleasure it gave him to watch his cock parting her pussy lips, nearly drove him insane with passion. His balls tightened and he felt a burning sensation in the head of his prick. He thrust in deeply, stabbing the full length of his shaft into her fleshy, dripping canal.
He grunted loudly and began to cum.
His hot jism gushing into her triggered her passion. "I'm cumming!" she yelled. She closed her eyes and began to hump with him. His spewing sperm felt like drops of wet electricity. Her cunt became an insatiable mouth. Her quivering lips sucked the cum from him and her hole drank his offering with relish. She arched against him and moaned, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Derek kissed Laura gently on the lips and her mouth opened instinctively. He felt the pleasant nub of her teeth chewing his lower lip as she sucked his tongue. He held her soft and easy in his arms, bending slightly to accommodate for the difference in their height. A gentle summer breeze blew at them.
"Hey, lady," he said quietly, pulling his lips away from her hungry mouth. "Is that any way now for a decent woman to be acting?"
"Who wants to be decent," she purred. She rubbed her body against his and rolled the curve of her mound across the stiffening thickness of his cock. "Decent is so dull. I'd much rather be indecent."
They lay in the grass on a hill overlooking the resort, side by side. The summer night sky was a blazing tapestry of brilliant stars woven against a velvet cloak of dark black.
"You sound like a loose woman," he whispered. He caressed her firm tit through her blouse. "I don't know if I like that. A loose, indecent woman."
"Oh, I am," she replied. She gave him a peck on the mouth and licked him with her darting, snake-like tongue. "That's my dirty little secret. By day, I'm a prim and proper schoolteacher, and by night, I'm a loose, indecent woman. I like to do dirty things."
"Oh, really? Do something dirty."
She humped her cunt against his cock. "Well, suppose you take off my panties and you eat my pussy? Does that qualify?"
He snuggled his face against the soft paleness of her neck and breathed in the fragrance of her growing excitement. He licked the delicate shell of her ear as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
"No," he said softly. He stabbed his tongue into the hollow of her ear and she shuddered with excitement. "If I eat your pussy out here in the open, I would be doing something dirty. I want you to do something dirty."
"I'll suck your cock!" she whispered in a hot hiss, stretching out the vowels until her voice seemed to growl with passion. "Let's both get naked, and I'll suck you off, right out here under the stars! Then you can lick my pussy until I cum, then fuck me and make me cum again. Is that dirty enough for you?"
Her words, coupled with the raunchy idea, excited him. He kissed her, using his tongue the way an artist uses a paint brush. He dabbed at her mouth, licked her lips, stroking with long, flat strokes that washed across the spongy wetness of her tongue. He opened her blouse and held the tender trembling mounds of her tits in the palms of his hands. Her nipples throbbed with stiffness. He caught them between his thumb and index fingers and pinched.
She moaned wetly into his mouth and lashed her tongue against his with sudden, responsive excitement. She squirmed between his thighs, feeling the hard thump of his cock against the curve of her pussy. Her panties felt as if she had peed in them. Even the crotch of her jeans was wet.
He broke the kiss, stared at her face in the dim starlight and shuddered with excitement. "Do you think you should?" he asked breathlessly. "What if someone should walk by and see what you're doing?"
"Then they'll get an eyeful of a horny woman sucking cock," she purred, opening his zipper. "They can stay and watch, or call the cops. I don't care!"
He closed his eyes, his mouth dry, the night air like a cold finger in his hot lungs. He folded his arms under his head, trying to be a cool dude, but he was incredibly excited. He sucked in his breath and held it, desperately trying to contain his passion.
She pulled his cock out and looked at it lovingly. His thick shaft stood stiff and rigid in the cool night air. The cool summer wind was exciting against his hot skin. He felt his flesh puckering into goose bumps. For a moment, he couldn't decide which was more exciting, the touch of her hand on his naked cock, or the realization that he was exposed and naked in the middle of an empty field where anyone could stumble across them.
She teased his cock with the tips of her fingers. She pulled his balls out, laid them across his open zipper and squeezed them. She clamped her fingers around the base of his shaft and jerked him slowly up and down, slithered her fingers up the length of his throbbing erection and squeezed his swollen cockhead. Moisture seeped from his glans, and she rubbed the slick fluid across the sensitive flesh, watching his erection quivering and tremble sensually.
She tightened her fingers around the thickness of his shaft until the head of his cock seemed to swell to almost twice the normal size and jerked him rapidly several times. She relaxed her fingers and jerked him slower, up and down the full length of his shaft. She delighted in the smooth, slippery slide of his hot flesh rubbing through her sweaty palm.
"Christ! Suck it already!" he moaned. He arched his hips up and assisted her movements by driving his dick through the hollow of her fist. "Suck it before I cum all over my belly!"
She moaned and began to jerk him faster. "That would be nice. I like to jerk a cock and feel it cumming all over my hand, between my fingers. So hot and wet and sticky! I'll even lick it off your belly and drink it."
"Jesus Christ.. .suck it!" he moaned, feeling his balls tighten. "You're teasing the hell out of me!"
She laughed softly. "I know exactly what I'm doing. If you want me to suck your cock, you have to ask. Ask me nicely, and maybe, maybe I'll do it for you. Say please."
"Oh, God, please," he moaned, his cock quivering spasmodically. "Please, baby.. . please!"
"Please what?" she teased mischievously.
He shuddered. "Please suck my cock!"
She grinned. "All right," she said and lowered her head.
She hesitated a split second, just to tease him one last time, then lowered her mouth and began to gobble his dick. The huge shaft spread her pliant lips wide as it entered her warm mouth. She relished the weight of his heavy prick on her tongue. She lapped his bulging knob impetuously as it slid into her mouth. The unique sexual excitement of performing such an intimate act out in the open filled her mind with wild sensations.
Derek moaned as Laura's soft lips closed around his rigid rod. Her fluttering tongue tickling him made him moan softly with pleasure. The inside of her mouth was soft and wet and hot, and the flesh of his cock tingled sensually. His prick grew stiffer, harder as he pushed it between her lips. The hard edge of her teeth scraped the sides of the shaft eroti-cally and he felt an unmistakable stirring in his balls.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, arching up gently, prodding the back of her wet throat with the end of his dick. "That feels so good. So intense! So hot! Christ!"
He put one hand on top of her bobbing head. His fingers spread through her auburn hair as he tried to push her head lower. He could feel the cool air licking his cock each time she pulled her head back and let his shaft slide from her tightly puckered lips. The tingling in his balls intensified. He began to hump sensually up and down, fucking her hot mouth with his hard cock.
He reached down with his free hand and cupped her naked tit. The firm flesh felt warm and firm between his fingers. He enjoyed the sensual rise and fall of the heavy mound as her body moved up and down. He caught the nipple between his fingers and held it tightly. Her big teat pulled taut when her chest rose, and plopped into his palm when she plunged down. Touching her nakedness excited him, especially tonight, under the stars with the cool summer wind tickling them.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned softly. He kneaded her tit as he drove his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Her lips made a wet, squishing sound around his shaft. "Suck my cock, baby! Suck it! God, your mouth feels so good! Fantastic! Fantastic!"
Pleasure throbbed in her head as she gobbled his dick. She dropped her jaw all the way down and tightened her lips around the slick, saliva-coated column of his hard pink flesh. Sensually, she rolled her tongue across the swollen head of his cock, teasing his shaft, and he began to squirm with pleasure. She began to move her mouth up and down in a short, rapid arc, sliding her lips across the rigid length of his throbbing hardness.
"Fantastic!" he groaned. "My God, you're going to make me cum if you do that much longer."
His words goaded her on and she began to bob her head faster. Her lips trembled and she had to suck in air through her nose. She plunged her face down, sucking upward on his cock, drawing him deeply into her mouth, and pushed her lips down to the base of his belly. She paused and scrubbed the tip of her nose in the scratchy bush of his pubic hair. The steel teeth of his open zipper felt cold against her flushed cheek. His prick began to twitch and throb madly against her tongue as she swallowed the whole damn thing. He hunched his hips and shoved the head into her throat. Suddenly, she knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth and let her eat his jism.
"Oh, God," he moaned. He spread his legs wider and tried to push his prick deeper into her mouth. "Laura! That's great! Wonderful, fantastic! You're going to make me cum, baby! You'd better stop." He pushed down on her bobbing head so she couldn't stop. "Ooohhh!"
She didn't even consider stopping. She increased her tempo instead. She plunged her mouth down hard and opened her throat to let his big knob slide in. She tightened her lips around the thick base of his shaft, drew in her breath and hollowed her cheeks. She sucked up with all of her strength, creating a wet, fleshy vacuum around his cock.
"Baby.. .baby!" he cried, his body trembling. He put his hands on the sides of her head and helped her bob up and down. "Christ, baby, I'm going to cum! I can't hold it back any longer."
She lifted her head and his long, hot cock popped from her mouth and rested against her flushed cheek. She clutched his shaft and rubbed the head over her cheek, breathing softly, wetly.
"I want you to cum, baby!" she whispered. "Cum in my mouth. I want to feel your cum pumping into my mouth, sliding down my throat!"
He shuddered at the thought. "What about you?" he asked, his voice a trembling moan. His cock felt like a hot poker against her warm flesh. "Don't you want to cum?"
She squeezed his cock hard and jacked it rapidly. She licked his swollen cockhead as if it was a piece of obscene, sexual candy. "You can get me off after I drink your cum."
He shuddered convulsively, feeling the wild, erotic kiss of the wind on his balls. He could hear music in the distance, and the sound of faraway laughter carried to him across the still mountain air.
"Do it, baby!" he cried. "Suck the damn thing dry!"
She took his dick back into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down rapidly. She felt his prick swell and tightened her lips around the shaft. She sucked as hard as she knew how, trying frantically to siphon his sperm into her mouth.
"I'm going to cum!" he cried, his shrill voice piercing the night. "I'm going to cum.. .now!"
His hot, viscous discharge suddenly flooded her mouth. She used her mouth like a hand, trying to wring the sperm from his cock. She gobbled the thick fluid, swallowing the slippery wetness with an insatiable greed. The sticky liquid coated her teeth, her tongue, her lips and the inside of her cheeks. She gulped and swallowed, and swirled her tongue across the tip of his cock so she could feel the spatter of his cum.
"Oh, God, enough," he moaned. "Enough."
She held some of his jism in her mouth and lifted her head. His shaft dropped from her lips, a thick dribble of sperm oozing from its tip. She climbed up on him, kissed him full on the mouth and darted her spermy tongue between his lips.
"Will you suck my pussy now?" she whispered. "Right out here in the open, the way I sucked your cock?"
"We'd better go back, baby," he replied. "It's getting late. Somebody might come along and see us."
"Shit!" Laura exclaimed.
She jumped up and stalked off down the hill without a backward glance, her big bare tits jiggling.
CHAPTER EIGHT
David Butler called Laura Monday afternoon, and she went out with him that night. She went out with him every night for the next week. He took her to the better restaurants and dancing at the imagine nightclubs. To her amazement, he seemed perfectly content just being with her.
By the end of the week, she was sure she had picked another dud. Why hadn't he at least made a pass at her? Was something wrong with him? Was something wrong with her? Maybe she just wasn't his cup of tea. Whatever, his reserved nature bugged her. She took his lack of sexual interest as a challenge.
Which was not at all what she had in mind when she started dating him. She had toyed with the idea their relationship might develop into something serious. Not marriage, necessarily. She didn't know if she was ready for something that serious. But it would be nice to have a main man in her life. Just for a change. However, a totally asexual man couldn't be her main squeeze. She was already getting fidgety from having gone without sex for a whole week! Going without cumming, as she thought of it.
She agreed to meet him at his favorite pub on the edge of town Saturday night for a drink before going to dinner. As she dressed, she made up her mind to stop seeing him after tonight. She could be having too much fun. Or so she told herself, temporarily forgetting Burt Evans and Derek Hall.
She got out of her car and smoothed the dress that clung so tightly to her rich, sexy figure. She wondered why she turned down Gwen's invitation to a little swap party with her and Abby and their husbands. Sharing four tongues and two cocks would have been far more fun than meeting a man who didn't seem interested in sex of any kind.
She stepped inside the pub and soft music caressed her senses. She waited for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dark interior, then looked for David. She saw only two couples in the place, and they were totally engrossed with each other. She crossed to a booth along the wall. Her tight dress slid up her legs as she sat down, exposing half of her thighs.
She was about to signal the waitress when David slid into the cozy dark booth and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hi. Thanks for meeting me here. I need to talk to you. Something important." He looked at the waitress, who had appeared out of the dark. "Two double martinis. Very dry." He waited for the waitress to leave and said, "I feel comfortable here. We'll have dinner later."
"It must be something damned important since you ordered double martinis. Or damned difficult."
Maybe he was going to break if off and save her from having to do it. She studied his face as she waited for him to respond. He wasn't a handsome man. Not that he was ugly. He was.. . well, average. And, yet, there was something appealing about him. Something she couldn't put her finger on. Something hidden just beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered. She wondered suddenly if she would ever have the chance to discover the unknown factor, whatever it was.
"It's both important and difficult, in a way. I'm not a very demonstrative person, so.. . "
"Don't I know it!" she interrupted.
He smiled weakly, waited for the waitress to leave after serving their drinks, and continued, "So, it's hard to talk about myself, about my feelings. This past week has been loads of fun. I have never enjoyed being with anyone as much as I enjoy being with you."
She waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she said, "But? A but always follows a pregnant pause, doesn't it?" She felt sure she knew what he was going to say.
"Yes, there's a but. I can't go on this way. I've been trying to say this to you for days. The truth is, woman, you drive me crazy! You knocked me off my feet when I saw you at the resort." He drank half of his martini in one gulp, studiously avoiding looking at her. I want to fuck you so badly it hurts," he said, so softly she barely heard him.
Laura was stunned. Her heart skipped several beats while she digested his statement. The shoe was now on the other foot, and it pinched! She had no idea how to handle the situation. David evidently thought she was a prim and proper schoolteacher. As her parents would have said, a virginal old maid! Oh, if only he knew! And therein lay the problem.
How would he react, what would he think of her, when he learned the truth? She didn't have to tell him all the intimate details of her life. Still, she did live a particular lifestyle, and she wasn't about to give it up. She put her hand on his thigh to establish more intimate contact, and finished her drink. She signaled the waitress and ordered another round, stalling for time.
"David, you don't really know me. We live in two totally different worlds."
"Oh, I know you must think that I'm a fuddy-duddy, some sort of rich snob lawyer even. I'm really a pretty nice guy once you get to know me. I can make you very happy, if you'll let me. Having scads of money should never stand in the way of a good relationship."
Laura waited until the waitress served their drinks and went away again. She moved her hand closer to his crotch and stared at her glass as if trying to find an answer in the frosty liquid.
"I'm not talking about your money. With very little effort, you can always spend the damned stuff easier than get it. Honestly, anyway." She inched her hand along the inside of his thigh, hoping he dressed to the right. "I'm well aware of that. Anyone who says they're not interested in money, or doesn't want it, is a damned fool, or a damned liar." She knew only one way to find out how he would respond to her sexual nature. "You don't know me. Who and what I am. About my lifestyle, that has nothing to do with having scads of money. To be very blunt, it has to do with sex."
"Are you trying to shock me? I might not be the prude you think I am."
"No, David, I'm not trying to shock you. I'm trying to be very honest and open with you. I don't want you to dive in before you know how deep the water is. If you want shock, however, I'm sure I can do that, too. What if I offered to give you a superb blow job right here and now?" To emphasize her question, she opened his zipper. She hadn't been able to find his cock so far.
Probably a little one, easy to hide, she thought. That would be just my luck, considering the way the last two men disappointed me.
"If you can, you would be one of the select few." He put his hand on the bare flesh of her thigh showing below the hem of her short dress. "Maybe you're the one who is about to bite off more than she can chew." His hand began to move slowly back and forth, caressing the silky flesh on the inside of her thigh. He went higher each time, pushing her dress up, moving steadily toward her crotch.
The heat of the booze spread quickly from the pit of her stomach, making her feel warm all over. Alcoholic euphoria wasn't the only reason for her flushed skin, however. She was getting hot. The prospect of finding out if he was a good lover appealed to her. She looked forward to spreading for him. Without giving in too easily, of course.
"You think so, huh?" she said teasingly. "Do you really think that I'm so inexperienced? Or that I'm just a tease?"
He leaned over and nibbled the delicate lobe of her ear. "I don't think you're inexperienced or a tease." His hand moved along her thigh, inching closer to her crotch. He could already feel the heat of her pussy. "You have a very strong sexual aura."
She finally found the zipper tab and pulled it down. She stuck her hand through the opening and fished around for his cock. And got the shock of her life.
"Good God!" she whispered in disbelief. "What in the world do you have in there, a stick of salami?" She thought she had her hand on his leg. Then she found an end to the thing. Big cocks were fine, but this was ridiculous!
"No deli delights, Laura. It's all me. Why do you think I said you would be one of the select few if you sucked me off? Many have tried and failed. Most have taken one look and declined without even trying."
"I don't believe this. This thing is a damn club! No ordinary man could have such a big one. What doctor does that kind of transplant? And what did the donkey have to say about losing his cock?" Her resolve to make him work at getting her into bed suddenly went by the wayside. The beast she was trying to wrap her fingers around was a challenge she simply couldn't resist. A greater challenge than any she had ever faced. "I don't have that much experience, but I've never even heard of one this big. I've got to see it!"
"Not here," he said, gently removing her hand and zipping up his pants. "If you take it out, it will get hard and we would have to wait hours before we could leave. Let's go to my place."
"Okay, but don't expect me to look at your etchings or collection of old masters, or whatever line you use to lure naive women into your den of iniquity. I appreciate fine art, you understand, but you have something more interesting to look at. Or whatever."
Her quick agreement delighted him. When he first met her, he sensed something different about her, an aura that separated her from the other women he knew. Her stock went up immeasurably the instant she indicated her willingness to at least try to suck his monster. A woman with an adventurous spirit turned him on.
He escorted her outside and said, "We'll get your car later." He didn't want to waste time getting her where he could fuck her.
He kicked the front door of his house shut behind him, seized her and kissed her hungrily. His hard cock pressed into her belly as his hands roamed over her shapely body. He tried to fondle her tits and ass as he moved her toward the bedroom with awkward steps.
"Hey," she murmured with mild surprise.
"Why the caveman act? Give a girl time to catch her breath."
"Dammit, I've got to have you! My mind has been filled with pictures of your pussy all day." He pulled her into the bedroom, kissed her, and began to claw at her dress.
Normally, such rough treatment would have upset her. For a reason she couldn't explain, she wanted to take it slow and easy the first time she fucked him. She knew, however, that she was responsible for his behavior. Her words and actions in the pub had been like adding fuel to a fire that was already burning fiercely.
She looked at his crotch. He dressed to the left. She caressed his the hard cock through his pants. "Oh, my, you are hot, aren't you, lover?"
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you, dammit!"
"Okay, okay," she whispered, reaching behind her to open her zipper. Her dress fell in a puddle around her feet. She walked to the bed, wearing only a garter belt, hose and high heel sandals. "All right, lover. You're going to get it. You can have all the pussy you want."
He followed her, his breath coming in shallow pants. He hovered over her, groping her bare flesh, trying to feel all of her sensual body at once. She put one knee on the bed and bent over to climb in. He shoved his hand between her thighs and tried to get his finger into her pussy.
"Take it easy, baby," she said soothingly, finally getting the other leg up on the bed. "Damn, you're going to have your cock in my ear in a minute!" she giggled. Just let me get on the bed, then you can have me."
He rammed his finger into her pussy and she gasped out loud. He kept his finger in her as she fell forward on the bed and turned onto her back. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, automatically assuming the proper position, and he started to climb on the bed with her.
"Okay, lover, come and get it. But slow down, or you'll tear me apart with that club. Aren't you at least going to take your clothes off before you fuck me? Your zipper might scratch my pussy."
He grunted, backed off and began to yank at his clothes, paying little attention to the damage he did to buttons and zippers. The sight of her luscious snatch gaping between her shapely thighs further inflamed him. Her cunt was exquisite, just like the rest of her. He bent over and nuzzled his mouth into the tender wet flesh of her pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
Laura sighed passionately, lifted her feet into the air and held her thighs further apart. He began to lap at her savory snatch with long strokes of his tongue. The taste of her love nectar made his blood boil. He stiffened his tongue and drove the tip into her hot hole.
She began to tremble and moan softly as he wiggled his tongue, driving it deeper into her slick channel. The muscles in her cunt relaxed and the thick lips opened wide, inviting his tongue in. He worked his tongue deeper into her, withdrew it, then shoved it back in, tongue-fucking her rapidly. His cock throbbed painfully, emphatically reminding him of his need to fuck her. He climbed onto the bed, knelt between her thighs and guided his cock to her pussy.
She lifted her head and grabbed his huge cock. She clung to his monstrous love spear as it began to nuzzle her pussy. She pushed the tip of the massive knob between her cunt lips.
"God, I'm glad you tongue-fucked me first. At least I'm well-lubricated."
"Your cunt feels like a bucket of hot oil," he grunted.
She tugged on his prick and it began to enter her slowly. "Maybe we ought to use a shoehorn," she gasped. "Don't hurt me, David. Please don't hurt me. I can take you if you go slow. Oh, goddamn, you're so fucking big!" she babbled.
"Jesus, you're tight," he muttered.
She held onto his cock with both hands, staring at it between her heaving tits. He hunched forward and the head pushed into the mouth of her cunt. "Oh, God, baby, I've never had anything so fucking big in my cunt! I don't know how I'm going to suck anything so fucking big, but I'm sure as hell going to try! Give me a little more, baby! That's right. Do it again."
She jerked her knees up and rolled her ass off the bed. He hunched hard at her and half of his mammoth cunt stuffer slid in. Her hole had never been stretched so wide-open. Her cunt had never felt so full. Lord, it felt good! She lusted to have every frightful inch of the terribly thick tool inside her.
"Aaahhh, yes, baby! That's the way! Now, fuck me, lover! God, I don't care if hurts a little, give me all of it! Fuck me until my teeth rattle!"
He continued to push slowly, carefully feeding more hot cock meat into her gaping gash. Her tight, liquified tunnel eased the stinging agony of his painfully swollen cock. He fought back the impulse to throw himself on her and bury his prick in her with one big lunge. He seated his cock to the hilt, then paused to look at her splendid twat.
She lay with her thighs splayed as wide as she could get them, eagerly holding herself open for him. She clutched at the bedspread and began to move her hips around and around in sensual, languorous circles.
The glut of carnal longing that had battered him all week welled up and focused on his painful balls. He felt a monumental need to discharge his cum into her, to rid himself of the burden. Without warning, her fucking movements shattered his control. Hot jism began to gush into her in a hot flood. He grunted hoarsely and began to hunch against her hairy crotch with short, short strokes.
She began to undulate her hips urgently. She gazed into his face, smiling sweetly, pleased with herself for having taken every glorious inch of his massive prick.
He kept his cock buried to the hilt in her slippery channel, squirting cum, filling her tight confines. A feeling of triumphant exhilaration surged through him as the flow of cum abated and his cock remained hard and swollen. A raging desire to plunder her magnificent cunt flared within him like a raging forest fire. He grabbed her ass, lifted it off the bed and began to fuck her in a hard driving rhythm.
She looked at him with utter surprise. "God, what a wonderful fucking lover! Fill my hole full of cum to get it as slick as an eel, and now you're hammering my cunt like a fucking jackhammer!" She threw her legs over his shoulders and began to hump her ass furiously. "Get me, lover, get me good! Fuck my cunt hard! Oooooo, your big fucking cock feels so fucking good in my cunt, lover! Cum again, lover, and I'll cum with you."
"God, you're a fantastic fuck!" he grunted.
"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum, baby!" she wailed. Her face contorted with ecstasy and her head began to whip from side to side as she screamed with supreme pleasure.
He continued to hammer his prick into her with a battering rhythm, pushing her to the heights of pleasure. He fucked her through her orgasm, maintaining his torrid pace until the writhing and twisting of her body began to diminish. He slowed the pace of his driving cock, held her legs on his shoulders, and continued to fuck her.
She stared at him with unequivocal adoration in her eyes. She swallowed hard, drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and began to twist and hump her ass in time with his movements.
"God, lover, you are fantastic!" she whispered passionately. "You're really getting me good. My pussy has never felt so good. Are you going to cum in me again, lover?"
"Yeah," he panted, watching his cock slide in and out of her hairy grotto. "Your cunt feels fabulous."
"I want another shot of your hot cream, lover." Her voice trembled and quavered. "My pussy is begging for more cum. Can you feel how it squeezes your gorgeous cock, lover? I'm going to suck the cum right out of your hard cock with my pussy, lover!" Her body shook and shimmied from the force of his pounding cock. "Come on, baby, give my greedy cunt another shot of cum!"
He felt a robust rippling, squeezing action inside her hot, tight tunnel-like a hot, soft hand stroking the full length of his cock. A few women had taken all of his cock. None had ever been so active, fucking back at him so eagerly, matching him stroke for stroke. He didn't know how such a tight cunt could accommodate him so easily.
She smiled dreamily as she fucked with him. The sucking sensation in her cunt became more pronounced. His cock began to slide in and out of her magnificent sheath more rapidly, making a loud, wet slurpy sound. Cum began to knot up in his groin again, became a ballooning pressure that made him acutely aware that he was fucking an extraordinary woman. He gripped her ankles and pushed her legs straight up, holding her spread wide-open for his driving cock.
Laura uttered a sigh of gratification and increased the undulations of her ass. She began to cum again. Instead of stiffening and letting him do all the work, she began to fuck back at him frenziedly, giving him as good as she got. Guttural, erotic sounds poured from her open mouth.
David convulsed. His mind reeled as clouds of ecstasy engulfed him. He groaned loudly as his prick erupted and began to spew thick jets of jism into her.
"I can feel you cumming, lover!" she wailed. "I can feel your cum squirting into me! God, my cunt is so full of cum! I'm drowning in your cum, lover! Give me more! Give me all you've got! I want every drop!"
They fucked themselves into a state of euphoric exhaustion, then he fell forward on top of his dazzling, sexy lover.
She lay with her legs wrapped around his waist, cradling his head, holding it between her big tits.
"I've had a double shot of cum in my pussy only once before, and it took two men to do it," she said softly. "I've never had a cock as big as yours." She flexed her cunt muscles and sighed happily. "God, you're still so fucking big, even soft!"
"You probably say that to everyone," he quipped.
"No," she said quickly. "I try to find something complimentary to say, if they deserve it, but I never lie. I'm going to see if I can get that thing in my mouth, just to see if I can handle it when it's soft. Sort of a trial run, you might say."
She rolled away from him, turned around and began to lick his limp dick.
"If you're going to get it when it's soft, you'd better stop licking it," he said.
"You mean it will get hard again right now?" she asked with disbelief.
"Lady, you could make a eunuch's cock hard, and I'm no eunuch."
"God, ain't that the fucking truth!" she laughed.
She opened her mouth wide and covered the head of his cock. Very slowly, very carefully, she let a little more slide between her lush lips. She swallowed as much as she could, then wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the shaft to mark her spot. She lifted her head and eyed his dick critically. "Hmmm, not bad, if I do say so. We'll have to see how well I do when it's hard." She gave him a tender loving kiss on the lips. "Now, lover, it's time for dinner. Usually, a man stuffs his date and then mounts her. You did it backwards tonight."
"Ha-ha," he quipped, deliberately increasing the irony of his response. He was very pleased, however, that he had at last found a woman who could accommodate him. He didn't know much about her background, but whatever it was didn't matter. "Shall I order dinner sent in, or would you like to go out?"
Laura chuckled. "If I can get my legs to work, I'd like to go out." She sighed again. "After I clean out the double load you dropped in my pussy. God, you really filled me full."
"The bathroom is over there. If you need any help with the bidet, just yell."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'll be offering to bathe me next."
"Of course. Is there a better way for a man to spoil a lady?"
She looked longingly at his massive prick, but didn't say what she was thinking.
She slid off the silk-covered bed and stood up. She had to hold her legs close together to keep his cum from pouring out of her pussy. She looked around the room, and laughed out loud.
"How about that?" she said. The reflection of her body and the big circular bed in the mirror on the ceiling fascinated her. "You're full of surprises."
"I'll give you a tour after dinner. You will come back home with me, won't you?"
"We'll see how things go."
She already knew the answer. She would come back as often as he would let her. Not only for the pleasure of riding his extraordinary cock. Now that she had broken through his reserve, she had a good feeling about him. If they put a little effort into it, they could develop a nice relationship.
CHAPTER TEN
"Lobster and champagne, huh?" Laura said as the waiter left their table. "Are you trying to spoil me?"
"That's the general idea. If I can get you hooked on some of the finer, more expensive things in life, maybe I can keep you from running off."
"Better not give me too many of the finer, more expensive things in life," she laughed. "Lobster makes me fat and champagne makes me horny. You don't want to fuck a fat woman, do you?"
"Just voluptuous, like you. Skinny women don't do much for me. Seems to me the two will cancel themselves out anyway."
"Oh?" She lifted one eyebrow. "How?"
"Well, if you drink lots of champagne and stay horny, you'll get enough fucking exercise to keep the weight off."
"Always the logical one, aren't you?" she teased.
"No. When it conies to you, I'm apt to do many very illogical things. I want you to move in with me, Laura, become a permanent part of my life. I won't offer you marriage, at least not now. I think we can have a good relationship, and I don't want to spoil it. If you want, I'll sign an agreement giving you a lifetime income, no matter how long you stay. Now, that isn't very logical, is it?"
"No, it isn't," she said softly, trying to hide her astonishment. "I don't want your money, David. I have a career that I enjoy and that provides me a comfortable life."
"You can keep working and save your money. I have a huge house and plenty of money to take care of you in style."
"And you know absolutely nothing about me, David. Would you make such an offer if you knew that I sell my pussy to supplement my income? My willingness to suck your big cock and my ability to take it surprised you, remember."
"Wouldn't matter unless you wanted to continue to fuck for money. However, since you said you don't want my money, I don't think you have." .
"If you really mean that you don't care about my past, you're not like any man I know about. Anyway, I'm not sure that I want to be a kept woman. It wouldn't fit my lifestyle."
"You've just confirmed that you haven't been selling your pussy. If you had, you would jump at the chance to become a kept woman. And speaking of kept women, how about women who marry for security? Those who marry only for money and security are giving sexual favors-and I hate that term-in exchange for that security."
"And a lot of men marry to get a steady piece of ass and a housekeeper. Have you ever been married, David?"
"Yep. Twice. It didn't take. In both cases, before we married, they would fuck at the drop of a hat and they would drop the hat. I like my women wild and adventurous in matters of sex. They would try anything, at least once. After the weddings, they suddenly no longer liked sex and stopped being the same person, doing the things that attracted me in the first place. I gave them a large financial settlement and wished them well.
"After I divorced them, they went right back to their old ways. Even with me. Which makes me think they lied to get money and security. I'm still trying to figure out why they thought they could revert and get away with it. Getting a divorce is too easy."
"So, you've continued to fuck them, huh? What about women with whom you've had a relationship?"
"Most of them followed the same pattern. As soon as the relationship took on even a hint of permanence, they became just like wives. A couple of them said my cock was too big for comfort and politely bowed out. I can understand that."
"So, what makes you think I won't do the same thing? Maybe I'm putting up a front, playing the sexual coquette in order to lead you on. Although I wasn't too hard to get tonight, was I?"
"Not too hard to take, either," he teased. "Could be you're only playing a role, but I don't think so. You're too honest. Practicing law has given me a good insight into people. Your attitude, your manner, are different. You have a very strong sexual aura. I like women, Laura, and need them in my life. I don't like living alone, or being celibate. I especially like you. I think of you as a very good friend, even though we've known each other such a short time."
"What happened earlier told you that I haven't been celibate in a long time, David. As I recall, you didn't have to work very hard to get me into your bed. Didn't you notice that I'm naked under this dress? Do you really want a woman who goes without panties and bra? Do you know what some people call the shoes I'm wearing?"
"Fuck-me shoes, unless I'm more outdated than I think."
"And the way I'm dressed doesn't bother you? My tits jiggle and my ass wiggles with every step I take. Men can't take their eyes off me because they want to fuck me, and woman hate me because their men are making comparisons. Wouldn't I embarrass you in front of your snobbish friends?"
"Not unless you fucked them on the dining table before dessert," he quipped.
"Very funny," she said dryly.
"You don't dress that way in the classroom," he said confidently.
"How do you know?"
"I just know. That isn't your way. You understand the importance of a time and place for everything."
"Do you want me to live with you because you want a convenient piece of ass? Because I don't shy away from your cock? You did say you need women in your life. Not a woman, women, plural. Would I have to sit home and wait until you decided to honor me with your presence, decided that it was my turn to ride your cock? Maybe you're the one who isn't being honest. You've seen how I dress outside the classroom, which would be an open invitation to most men, yet you didn't make a pass at me until today. Why, David?"
"Damn, I hope you never go into law so I'll never have to face you in court. How's your dinner, by the way?"
"Fine, thanks. Pardon my poor manners. I should have said something sooner."
David nodded in acknowledgment. "I like your sharp mind. You have a sharp tongue, too, but I can live with that. Sharp tongues connected to dull brains drive me up the wall." He looked at her and grinned. "How old are you, by the way?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Questions," he reminded her. "Several of them. As long as you live with me, you'll be the only woman in my life. Unless you say otherwise."
"I'm twenty-five. About half your age."
"You were half my age ten years ago."
"So, you're forty. You're quick with figures."
"I have to be. I like your figure best."
"If I live with you, what happens ten years from now? Will you toss me aside for a younger pussy? For that matter, can you keep up with my sexual appetite today? Will you toss me out because I want your cock more often than you can give it to me?"
"Some things you just have to take on trust, lady. All of the questions you asked me could just as easily apply to you. I'm not the stodgy guy you think I am. I'm just cautious. I like you. I like your sexuality. The women who came before you-no pun intended-acted as if they were uninhibited until they felt they had me hooked. Then they showed their true colors. I want a totally uninhibited woman, or one as close as she can get; a woman who will try damned near anything. At least once, anyway. Life can be so damned boring if we let it. I want a woman who knows how to let her hair down and really party. Or one who's willing to learn, if she's not already that way."
"David Butler, you're a damned rake!" Laura laughed heartily, but softly. "I love it. I don't know if I'll move in with you, but I'll party with you. I had you pegged as one of those guys who wanted a woman with the skills of Cleopatra and the innocence of Eve."
"I'm not convinced that Eve was so innocent, but your metaphor is accurate. For some men. As you said earlier, I am different. Some of my most trying cases, no pun intended, involve men and women who accuse each other of screwing around, when that's exactly what they're both doing. Hell, all they have to do is admit they need a little variety and do it together. But, don't get me started, or you'll spend the rest of the night trying to get me off my soapbox."
"I could get you off," she teased. "All I have to do is flash my pussy and you would fall off."
She cocked her head to the side and grinned. "I like you, David. I like your honesty. Now, why don't you take me home and give me that guided tour you promised earlier? We might even find something else to do afterward. The night is young, and I always get so horny and romantic when I drink champagne."
After ten minutes, Laura said, "I don't remember it taking this long to get to your place from the pub. Are you going someplace else first?"
"My place is about five miles out of town. Far enough to be secluded and private, but close enough to be convenient. The pub is on the south edge of town. The restaurant is on the north side. You can tour the house tonight, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the stables and the grounds. I've got three hundred acres of beautiful woods fields to wander around in."
"And horses? You mentioned stables."
"And horses. Do you ride?"
"Not yet, but I want to learn."
He left the car in the driveway. "You've seen the living room," he said, escorting her inside. "And the master bedroom."
"Not really," Laura replied, chuckling. "Earlier, the master of the house was so busy trying to get his cock in me that I didn't have time for sightseeing."
He slapped her playfully on the ass and took her on a tour of the house, ending up in the master bedroom.
"That mirror is too much," Laura said, gazing at the ceiling. "I've always wondered what it would be like to watch myself while doing all sorts of wildly wicked things."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." He pressed a button on a panel by the bed. "How about this?"
The drapes on one wall, that she thought covered a large window, slid back to reveal a solid mirror, floor to ceiling and corner to corner.
"Wow! Now that's really decadent."
"So is the built-in video camera system. But more about that later. Do you like moonlight swims?" He pressed another button.
"I should have known you would have a pool. And I suppose the house rules forbid swimsuits?" She looked around as a section of the floor, carpet and all, slid back to reveal water. "Don't tell me the damned thing is right here in the bedroom!"
"No. Just a portion of it. You simply swim under that wall and you're out in the main pool. And, as you said, no swimsuits allowed."
"Talk about all the comforts! Any more surprises?"
"You can wander around the next few days and find out for yourself. Shall we?" He motioned toward the water.
They stripped and swam and cavorted in the water for about half an hour. David pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the pool. Laura swam up to him and stood up in water about waist-deep. She leaned forward and playfully bit each of his nipples. One hand settled in his lap, on top of his flaccid prick.
"I seem to recall a certain guy saying he didn't think I could suck his cock," she said softly. "Never let it be said that I backed away from a challenge."
She lifted his big tool and rubbed the tip over her cheeks and lips. She kissed all of the shaft and nuzzled her nose into the thick curls around the base. She stuck her tongue way out and licked up and down the gorgeous hunk of fuck meat. She stripped the foreskin back, gave the head a kiss, licked it, then took the huge knob into her mouth. The shaft began to stiffen rapidly. She could barely get the head between her teeth. Even then, her jaws were stretched to the limit.
He reached down and began to play with her long, fat nipples. "Jack it while you suck," he said, aware that she couldn't get any more of his cock into her mouth. He was happy that she was sucking him at all.
She began to stroke the massive shaft and suck as hard as she could on the sensitive knob. Her oral efforts and his hands on her tits were making her hot again. Hanging onto his cock with one hand, she stuck her other hand between her thighs and began to diddle her clitoris.
He sat up so he could watch as she sucked and jacked him. Few women had even made the attempt to suck his cock. This charming woman was doing much more than just trying-she was accomplishing it. Her hand flew up and down the thick shaft as she gobbled the head of his dick. She worked her lips below the coronal ridge of the well-shaped head, then gradually went a little lower. Her mouth wouldn't stretch the way her pussy would. She would need a lot more practice before she could learn to swallow any more of his monster.
His desire to cum, to fill her mouth, built to the breaking point. His cock swelled, throbbed hard, then his load of jism poured into her mouth. If he hadn't fucked her so well earlier, she would have wondered if he was a jack rabbit. He grunted with intense pleasure as she sucked the cum into her mouth.
His heavy load filled her mouth. She was close to cumming from frigging her clit, but couldn't quite make it. The need was so compelling it made her groin ache. She sucked him dry, released his prick, and smacked her lips. Then she pulled his head down and kissed his mouth passionately.
"That was quite a load, considering that you came twice not long ago," she said. "I thought only young men could cum that much in such a short time."
"Are you implying that I'm an old man?" he teased. "I had quite a load built up. Looking at you, thinking about fucking you excites the hell out of me. Seeing you naked makes my motor run nearly out of control. You're quite an accomplished cocksucker. I saw you playing with your pussy while you sucked me. Did you cum?"
"I couldn't quite make it. You'll have to do it for me."
"My pleasure, lady." He stood and pulled her out of the pool. "Come on over here." He led her to a chaise lounge.
"Don't wait, lover. Eat me now. I need to cum too badly to wait."
He sat her down and put her legs over his shoulders. He slipped his hands under the cheeks of her ass, and buried his face in her crotch. Concentrating on her clitoris, he began to vibrate his tongue vigorously over the distended bud.
Her orgasm began almost immediately. She clung to his head, yelling in ecstasy as his tongue lashed her clit. She had two hard, deep orgasms in mere moments, then relaxed.
"Oh, lordy, lordy, I needed that. I do love to cum."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After David went to work Monday morning, Laura moved a few of her clothes to his house. Basically a prudent, conservative person in everything but her sex life, she wasn't comfortable giving up her house and moving in with him on the spur of the moment. II things worked out, she could always move the rest of her stuff later. In the meantime, she wanted to keep an escape route open.
She watched herself in the mirrors as she undressed, then took the cordless phone with her and went out by the pool to soak up some rays. The sun made her lazy. She was almost asleep when the phone rang.
"Hi, sweet lady," David said. "I got lonely for the sound of your voice."
"Silly. You saw me before you left this morning. Don't tell me you're already horny again. Didn't I drain that thing completely before breakfast?"
"Yes. That's why I miss you. I started thinking about how good your pussy feels and tastes. What are you doing right now?"
"Soaking up some rays. Nude."
"You make me hotter than hell. Maybe I'll take off early and take advantage of you. Do you always sunbathe in the nude?"
"I don't often sunbathe at all. I'm nude now because I don't own a swimsuit. Besides, I like the freedom of being naked, and there's no one around."
"Don't ever buy one. There is someone around, though. Or should be. I sent Carlos out to round up the horses and get them back to the stables."
"Oh? Maybe I'd better go inside. If he sees me like this, he might get ideas."
David chuckled. "Honey, he's at least 70 years old."
"So? That doesn't mean his cock doesn't get hard. If a man continues to fuck, there is no age limit on his virility. Just to prove my point, I might go down to the stables in my birthday suit and see what happens. You should know better than to challenge me, Mr. Lawyer. Remember what happened to your cock when you did."
"Well, at least let him get the horses back in the stables. Your riding lessons start in a couple of days."
"Then I'll leave him alone. For now. Your cock better not peter out as you get older, by the way. I thought you were just putting me on about teaching me to ride."
"The only way I'll put you on, baby, is the way I did this morning. I've noticed, by the way, that you're taking me much easier now."
"Well, you've certainly given me enough practice the past couple of days. At least now I don't look around for a shoehorn when you mount me. That just goes for my pussy, though. My mouth doesn't stretch so easily."
"I haven't heard you yelling for me to stop."
"Nor will you, lover. I can fuck you blind and still have plenty left," she teased.
"Why don't we just do it until I need glasses? I enjoy looking at you too much."
"You do very well with the Braille system too, my love. What are we going to do tonight?"
"Before or after we fuck?" he laughed. "I've got a surprise for you. Something I'm sure you'll like."
"And you're going to be an old meany and not give me a clue, aren't you?"
"Of course. If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? And we'll see just how old I am, you sexy vixen."
"If I remember correctly, a vixen is a shrew or a female fox. Which one do you think describes me?"
"A female fox, dear. I remember reading that only a mink is more sexually active."
She chuckled. "As I told you the day we met at the resort, you have a glib tongue."
"Keep dinner warm. I'll be home about six."
"Should I sit on the stove or slide down the banister?" she quipped.
"My house doesn't have stairs, so there is no banister. Better not sit on the stove, either. You might damage the merchandise. Guess that means you'll just have to play with your pussy while you wait."
"I don't cum very well when I jack off. Unless someone is watching me. I'll wait until you get home, then play with it."
Laura gave David a kiss at the front door and asked, "What's in the bag?"
"Part of your surprise. You wait here. When I'm ready, I'll come get you."
"You're being very mysterious. What's this all about?"
"Don't be impatient. You'll find out soon enough."
He left her alone for about ten minutes. Then he took her into the bathroom, undressed her, and put her in the big tub.
"Ummm, this feels and smells so good. I didn't know you kept sensual bath oil on hand."
"I don't. I bought it today. Just for you. If you're going to live here, you need feminine stuff. Now, you just relax for a few minutes. I'll be right back."
She leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the hot water soothe her, still not knowing what he had in mind. Whatever it was, she liked it so far. He climbed into the water with her, breaking her reverie.
"Ready for your bath?" He picked up a big sponge and a bar of scented soap and began to bathe her without waiting for an answer.
"No one has bathed me since I was a little girl. Just what are you doing?"
"Spoiling you all I can, so you'll get hooked."
"I think I'm already hooked. Being with you is like living in a dream."
"It will only get better if I have anything to say about it."
He bathed her carefully and tenderly. When he came to her crotch, she leaned back and spread her legs wide, expecting him to get her off. He used the sponge, then his hand. He played with the lips of her pussy and her clit. Just when she was ready to cum, he stopped.
"Later, my love," he said in response to her arched eyebrow and quizzical look. "I want you to build up to it and cum really hard."
"I always cum hard with you," she said softly. "You are the only man I get off with every time we make love." She tried not to put too much stress on the word man.
If he noticed anything curious about her remark, he ignored it. "Thank you for the compliment. All part of my plan to get you hooked on me."
He finished bathing her, then quickly washed his own body. He took her out of the tub and dried her with a thick, fluffy warm towel. He dried her pussy carefully, then held her hips and began to kiss her slit and lick her clit. Again, he stopped just short of getting her off.
"You'll find perfume on your dressing table. Be sure to put some in your bush. Don't worry about using too much. There's more where that came from."
Flickering light from several long, spice-scented candles reflected in the mirrors lining the bedroom. A red silk sheet covered the bed, giving the room a very erotic atmosphere. She found the perfume, an expensive, exotic scent she had seen advertised, but had never been able to afford. She splashed it on her body lavishly, then stretched out on the bed and waited.
He came into the room, set a bottle of oil on the table, and took an ice bucket on a stand from behind a curtain.
"Champagne, my love," he said, filling two glasses with a flourish. "Wine of the gods for my goddess."
"You know champagne makes me horny," she chuckled. "You're just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me."
"No offense, dear lady, but you're a wilder fuck when you're a little tipsy. The same doesn't hold true for men, by the way. Alcohol releases their inhibitions, but it also dulls their senses."
"Are you saying that a tipsy woman is an easy fuck and a tipsy man is a fucking dud?"
"Something like that. Turn over and let's find out if this oil lives up to its billing."
He began the massage at her feet, using a lot of oil. The more he rubbed, the warmer her skin felt. By the time he reached her buttocks, she felt a warm glow infusing her relaxed body. He worked on her buttocks for several minutes. He kneaded the firm, shapely mounds, and pulled them apart and pressed them together. Then he dribbled oil down the crack of her ass and rubbed it in well with the tip of his finger. He teased her anus, applied more oil, and gently wormed his finger inside.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered. "That feels good." Her hips began to rotate slowly.
"Ever had it up the ass?" he asked softly.
"A few times," she murmured. She didn't tell him that a woman wearing a dildo introduced her to ass-fucking.
He continued to finger-fuck her ass until she began to enjoy it, then withdrew his finger. He massaged her lower back, then went back to her ass. He dribbled more oil in her crack. This time, he worked it into the small space between her pussy and her asshole, then moved on to the lips of her pussy.
She started wriggling her hips, trying to get his finger into her hole or on her clit. Again, he refused to get her off. He finished her back and arms, and patted her on the ass.
"Turn over."
"When are you going to do my pussy?" she murmured.
"When I'm ready," he replied.
"I need to cum, lover. You're getting me all stirred up."
"You're supposed to be. Now, hush and let me work."
Starting at her feet again, he worked up to the top of her thighs. Her legs parted reflex-ively. Once more, he played with the lips of her pussy, carefully avoiding her clitoris. When her hips began to twist and hump, he left her pussy and massaged the rest of her body. He spent several minutes on her tits and nipples, working the oil into the flesh of the big, firm mounds and the taut buds.
She began to moan and squirm. His hands left her tits and she moaned louder. "Damn," she muttered. "What are you doing to me?"
He only chuckled. He wanted to get her so hot she would be ready to cum the instant he touched her clit. He was succeeding, too. She needed to cum so badly, she would surely die. The combination of oil and desire heated her from her skin to the very core of her being.
He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her ears, and the crook of her neck. His tongue played lightly around her puckered areolae, carefully avoiding her turgid nipples. Her tit tips got fatter and longer and harder. She began to grope for his cock and he moved away, just out of her reach. He wanted her to concentrate only on the sensations of her own body. His tongue slithered down the middle of her body, pausing at her navel to tickle the rim and dip inside.
When his mouth touched her thick bush, she sighed deeply, sure that he would eat her pussy. Instead, he kissed and tongued the hollows at the top of her thighs. She shifted her hips from side to side, trying to get her pussy under his mouth. He lifted and spread her legs, then tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue.
She became desperate to get off, consumed by the need for release. No one had ever paid such attention to her body and built her desire this way. Always before, she had been an active participant in her seduction and debauchment. Now he forced her to remain passive-to the extent she could!-and wait until he was ready for her to cum.
"Please, darling, do me," she whimpered. "Please, do something to me! Anything!"
"I am doing something, baby. Don't you like it?"
His tongue curled around the mouth of her cunt and she nearly levitated off the bed. He didn't stick his tongue inside, as she hoped he would. He licked her outer lips from bottom to top, then the inner lips from top to bottom. She writhed and squirmed, her body a series of fluid movements from her toes to her ears. Just when she thought his tongue was going to land on her clitoris, it left her body entirely.
"Oh, no!" she moaned desperately. "Oh, God, lover, please!" she pleaded.
He pulled her gash open and applied the tip of his tongue to her big, bloated clit. She began to jerk and scream before he even started licking her love bud. His touch sent her into a frenzy of orgasmic bliss. He began to vibrate his tongue and her movements became wilder. So disorderly that he had to hang onto her hips to keep her from flying across the bed on her back.
He continued to tongue her clit, bringing her off twice. When she reached the peak of her second climax, he crawled forward and stuck the end of his prick in her hot, soupy hole. The jumbo knob split her pussy lips and his thick shaft slid steadily into her tight sheath. He gave her about half of his cock, then began to fuck her slowly, stretching her cunt wider, loosening her up.
She took the full length of his king-size dong with ease. And came harder than ever. She had reached the plateau where anything, and everything, made her cum. Her contractions came one after the other, overlapping, a relentless string of glorious seizures.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her cunt, backed away and flipped her over. She automatically struggled to her hands and knees. He took her by the hips and pulled her ass back and down, skewering her cunt again with his stiff rod. She rocked back and jerked her ass down, easily accepting his cock, until the soft curve of her buttocks nestled in his lap. He put his arms around her and fondled her tits and pussy mound as he began to fuck her with short, rapid strokes.
She didn't start cumming again. She hadn't stopped. Every stroke of his cock increased her orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes focused on the big mirror in front of her. She had the feeling of watching another woman getting thoroughly fucked. The flickering candle light made the images waver and ripple, lending an air of surrealism to the sight. Her orgasms ripped through her body, touching every nerve, turning her mind to mush and her muscles to a quivering mass of nervous pudding.
Either his finger on her clitoris, or his huge cock in her pussy, would have made her cum hard. Combined, they nearly destroyed her. She reveled in the mind-bending erotic joy that swamped her.
He pushed her away. She fell onto her side, her body quivering and quaking as she continued to climax. In a sexual euphoric fog, she touched her pussy to see if he had cum. Her touch made her cum harder. She began to diddle her clit, consumed by the sensation in her crotch.
He coated his cock with oil, rolled her onto her stomach, and straddled her hips. He spread the cheeks of her ass, put the head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus and began to apply pressure.
"Oh?" Laura murmured questioningly. "Oooohhh," she moaned as he opened her back door. She continued to frig her fiery clit, keeping her emotions on a high plateau of pleasure. "Aaahhh, God, yesss!" she wailed. "Oh, yes, darling, fuck my ass! Hump my rump good! Oh, God, I can't stand it! Don't stop! Oh, no! Oh, yes!" she babbled senselessly, unable to make up her mind. "Oh, darling! Give me every inch of your lovely cock! Fill my ass full!"
He already had. His cock hair scrubbed against the rounded cheeks of her ass. He paused, giving her rectum a moment to adapt to the massive intruder, and giving his own emotions a chance to cool. Her asshole felt like a hot, tight fist! He almost shot his load before he got halfway in her. When he felt he dared, he began to fuck her ass with long, slow strokes.
"I did it," she murmured. "I've got it all.. .my ass ate the whole damn thing!"
Without any warning, his orgasm tore through him. Cum began to spew into her guts. She screamed with sweet agony as his throbbing dick set off new waves of orgasmic delight. He began to fuck her ass faster and his roar of triumph and joy joined hers.
He fell on top of her with his cock buried in her ass, held tightly by her clenching sphincter muscle. He wrapped his arms around her and carefully turned them onto their side. They lay motionless, their breathing ragged and shallow. He cupped her tits and felt the rapid drumbeat of her heart through the hot, firm flesh.
"God," she sighed deeply, the one word expressing everything. "Your cock is soft, but it still fills me so full."
"Did I hurt you? I wanted your ass too much not to try it."
"No. My ass will be a little tender tomorrow, but nothing I can't handle. I didn't think I could take you there. You did the right thing by getting me all worked up before you tried. You really did a job on me, lover. Magnificent. For a stodgy old fogey." She laughed and wiggled her ass.
He hunched his hips forward, getting a sharp intake of breath from her. "Stodgy, huh? Old fogey, huh? You've never been fucked better, and you know it."
"Ain't that the ever-loving truth! I think it's working."
"What's that, baby?"
"Your effort to get me hooked. I can't imagine what it would be like to not have your big cock."
"You're forgetting my hands and tongue. Or do you think I'm just a big prick?"
He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits. "I like you, lady. You are everything I hoped you would be."
"I'm just being me, darling. Is there any champagne left? We just might get revived enough for me to find out about your hands and tongue."
CHAPTER TWELVE
David called Laura a couple of hours after he left for work. "We're going to have company for a few days. My cousin is coming for a short stay."
She sensed something different in his mood as soon as he started talking. "Well, we have plenty of room. We'll just have to confine our sex to the bedroom and use the dining table for its intended purpose." He screwed her on the dining table that morning after breakfast, so the idea was fresh in her mind. "But that isn't why you sound so glum, is it?"
"No. Sam and I don't get alone very well. I'm executor and trustee of an estate we inherited, which is a sore point with both of us. I'll be home early. Do you have anything planned today?"
"I was going to have coffee with Gwen and Abby and one of their girlfriends. Should I cancel?"
"No. Just get home early so we have some time to ourselves this afternoon."
"Okay. Will one be all right?"
"Fine. Enjoy your coffee with the girls."
"Oh, Em sure I will, lover. I might even invite them over here for coffee one of these days. You'd love them."
"With all due respect, dear, I can't picture myself enjoying a coffee klatch with a bunch of chattering women."
"We'll see, lover. We'll see. You just might get the surprise of your life."
Laura came home a few minutes before one. The clit-licking session with Gwen, Abby, and a young housewife down the street had hit the spot. She had been very hungry for the taste of pussy, which they had, of course, provided in abundance.
David was stretched out on a chaise lounge by the pool, wearing a swimsuit. He watched her as she walked toward him, a big grin on his face.
"Something put a spring in your step today," he said.
She pushed up the brim of her floppy, Southern belle straw hat and grinned. "You put a spring in my step, darling." She sat on his lap, put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. "That bathing suit barely holds your cock, you know."
"Yeah, it's a real pain in the ass, isn't it?"
"Not any more. I'm getting so I can take it there quite well."
"Smart ass," he laughed.
"Is that anything like an educated pussy?"
"You really are happy today. How was your coffee klatch?"
"Simply super, darling. You really must meet Gwen and Abby. I know you'll get a bang out of them."
She watched his face to see if he had picked up on her double meaning. He hadn't. She had a colorful, graphic mental image of the three couples getting together for sexual fun and games. She knew the girls would love David's monster cock. And the girls would have a little fun with each other, of course, while the men watched. She shivered so hard that her ass wiggled.
"Are you okay? Are you coming down with something?"
"Just shivers of delight, darling." She wiggled her ass again, harder this time. "Based on what I feel under my bottom, I just might go down and cum, though."
"You're full of it today."
"I will be in a few minutes." She slid back and pulled his bathing suit down. "How about a nooner before we have lunch?" She rubbed her wet pussy on his cock as she removed her halter top and opened the zipper down the front of her denim skirt. She tossed her clothes aside and inserted his semi-hard cock in her pussy. She sat down slowly, taking him in one easy movement. "Now, I'm full of it," she whispered.
"Mmmmm," David grunted. "You certainly do that easily enough now."
"Practice makes perfect, lover. And you've given me enough of that lately." She put her hands back on his shoulders and began to ride his cock. "You know what?" she said, her voice perky and carefree. "I'm going to cum. Right now. Will you join me?" She felt absolutely risqu', wild and wanton, sitting on his lap, wearing only her floppy, Southern-belle straw hat and shoes, with his cock in her. She had fantasized about fucking this way. Doing it after having spent the morning with three sexy, clit-licking women added additional spice. The wide brim of her floppy hat bounced up and down as she posted on his prick, fucking him with great gusto.
"My, you're in good spirits. Do Gwen and Abby spike the coffee they serve at your little gatherings?"
"Nooo, but they serve some spicy juice that will make you smack your lips," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "Aaahhh, lover, your cock feels wonderful."
"Your riding lessons are paying off. I've never seen better form. Ride my cock, baby. You cunt is going to be even fuller in a couple of minutes."
"Well, I guess I got here just in time to see the whole show," another voice said.. .a woman's voice.
Laura stopped dead still, pushed the brim of her floppy hat up, and looked at the owner of the voice. She saw a gorgeous young woman, about her mid-twenties, long brown hair, nearly six feet tall, big tits, and full, womanly hips.
"Who.. . ? " she stuttered.
"Sam?" David exclaimed, surprised and exasperated. He looked over his shoulder, confirming his worst fears. "What the hell are you doing here? You said five or six!"
"I'm early. So sue me. I made better time than I expected. Since you seem to be hung up right now, dear cousin, I'll go unload my luggage. Have fun, dear," Sam said to Laura. She gave David a sour look. "If that's possible."
"That's Sam?" Laura asked in surprise. "You didn't tell me that he's a she!"
"You didn't ask. Samantha-Sam. Her idea. Though why is beyond me. As far as I can tell, she despises men."
"So, that's what she meant by that remark about having fun," Laura mused. "Well, I've got news for your cousin, darling. I am having fun. And I'm about to have a lot more. Hang on, lover, we're going for a real ride." She resumed her fucking, posting in the best tradition of a born rider.
"Baby, maybe we shouldn't. Not with her here."
"Don't you dare tell me to get off before I get off! It isn't my fault she got here early. Besides, you know I like to finish what I start."
"Oh, what the hell! Go for it, baby. I'm with you."
"God, are you ever! If I opened my mouth, dear Sam could see the end of your cock in my throat." Her breathing quickened and her face became flushed. Then she screamed. She continued to pump her cunt up and down his dick at a furious pace.
David followed her into orgasm, leaning back in the lounge and thrusting his hips up to meet her lunges. He roared hoarsely, much louder than normal for him, as if trying to tell his cousin that he was cumming.
Laura slowed gradually as her orgasm abated. She sat on his lap, breathing deeply, squirming her ass to get the last bit of pleasure from his cock. "Damn, that was good. Thanks, lover, I needed that." She really had. She had thought about his cock all the way. A rousing pussy-licking session with three other women was fun, but she always wanted a good hard cock immediately afterward. "You were more vocal than usual. Was that because Sam was watching?"
"Was she really?"
"Right over there, from that window. She heard us, too, I'm sure."
"Good. Maybe she learned something."
David's mood during dinner was dour, nearly as cold as ice. Sam's mood was exactly the opposite. Her eyes flashed with fire every time she looked at him. Laura tried to make light conversation, to no avail. The moment they finished, David took Sam into his study for a business meeting.
Laura went to bed. She surfed through the TV channels, got disgusted, and picked up her book. David came into the bedroom close to midnight.
"Damn, talking to that woman is like talking to a stone wall."
"What exactly does she do for a living?"
"Drives race cars!" he said with disgust. "If you can believe a woman does such a thing."
"I can believe it," Laura replied. "Women do a lot of things today they didn't do a few years ago. Is she any good?"
"Damn good," he said grudgingly. "She's got hundreds of trophies to show for her efforts. If only she made a better living at it, things would be different."
"Why? Does she ask you for money?"
"No. Her trust is substantial. She could give money away and still have more than enough for her lifetime. I just think she should be earning a living."
"Why her and not me?" Laura said softly. "Why any woman and not me? You said I could quit teaching school and let you keep me. At least you don't have to support her. Is the difference because you fuck me and not her?"
The question stopped him cold. He looked at her long and hard, then grinned sheepishly. "Got me, didn't you? I guess I am acting like a damned fool. Just because I was appointed trustee, I think I have to live her life for her. Or tell her how to live it."
"Lighten up on her, and you'll have a much better relationship. And tell her you've been acting like a damn fool."
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Where the hell have you been all these years?"
"Learning to be the wanton woman you wanted. And growing up, so you could fuck me without worrying about going to jail."
"You're really something else," he said, laughing. "I hope you don't mind if I go to sleep right away. Got a dreary breakfast meeting at seven in the morning. Or this morning, since it's past midnight."
"Of course I don't mind, darling. I'm going for a swim." She pressed the button that opened the floor and kissed him goodnight. "Don't fall in."
She swam underwater to the far side of the pool and surfaced with her head between a pair of shapely legs. She held onto the edge of the gutter and let her body hang down along the side of the pool.
"Well, hello," she said.
"Hi," Sam replied. "David throw you out?"
"No. I often swim at night. You shouldn't be so hard on him. He's not really as mean as he acts."
"Couldn't prove it by me. We grew up together, you know. He used to be a pretty nice guy. Then Uncle Bob's will appointed him trustee for that damned money and he's been a tyrant ever since."
"He's only doing what he thinks your uncle would want. Maybe it's been a misguided idea, but it's been an honest one. Don't despair, though. You might find that he's changed his mind about some things."
"Oh? That would be the surprise of the century. Have you known him long?"
"Not very. Our relationship is a very close one, though, if that's what you're wondering.
David said you're cousins. How close?"
"First, I guess. Our mothers were sisters and our fathers were brothers, so genetically, I guess we're almost brother and sister. We lived next door to each other all of our lives, until we went away to college. We were only children. David was the brother I never had, and I was the sister he never had. I wish Uncle Bob had left his money to charity. David and I used to have such a good relationship. I miss that terribly."
Laura took a shot in the dark, and scored a direct hit. "Is that why you don't have a main man in your life? Are you afraid to trust men after what happened between you and David?"
"You're prying and clutching at straws," Sam said heatedly. "I don't know you well enough to discuss such things with you."
"Yes, I'm prying, but I'm not clutching at straws. As for not knowing each other well, I'd like to change that. I think we could easily become good friends. We've got a lot more in common than the way we both feel about David."
"If you despise him, why do you live with him and let him fuck you?" Sam's voice lacked conviction. The heat and anger were gone.
"I like to fuck him. He's a very good lover. I don't despise him, and neither do you. I saw you in the window this afternoon, watching me ride his cock. Did it turn you on? Did you wish you could take my place?"
"Preposterous!" Sam snorted.
"No, it isn't. Did you come out here hoping he'd show up? Did you think being nude would remind him of something from your earlier days?"
"You're nude," Sam said feebly. She wanted to change the subject, but didn't know how. Laura was getting too close to the truth. "Besides, he's got this silly rule about no swimsuits."
"I don't own a suit, and David doesn't want me to buy one. You defy him about everything else. Why not that? You do have a big crush on him, don't you? That doesn't bother me. I've heard about kissing cousins. Was he the first guy you fucked? Did he get your cherry?"
Sam answered without thinking, trapping herself. "No. We never did it, even though I gave him every chance and loads of hints. He always treated me like his sister." She stopped and gave Laura a scathing look. "You're pretty damned sharp, aren't you?"
"I just took a wild guess." Laura's eyes had adjusted to the dim light, most of which came from the lights under the water, and Sam's crotch had gradually become clear. "You have lots of pretty brown hair."
"It's a bitch to stuff it under a crash helmet, but I won't cut it." Sam realized what hair Laura meant. "Oh, you mean this?" She rubbed her hand over her pussy, pulling the lips open and baring her clit. "My bush is pretty thick, isn't it?" She continued to looked at her pussy and apply pressure.
Laura leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the large clit. "Is that what you want?" she asked mischievously.
Sam sighed and spread the lips of her pussy open a little further. "I was hoping you would do that. I've been aching to cum ever since this afternoon when I saw you fucking David."
"Don't you jack off?"
"Sure, but I cum better when I get my clit licked."
"So do I. How did you know that I would come out here tonight? With the way things are between you and David, you knew he wouldn't do it. That left only me, unless you were expecting someone else to show up."
"I wanted you to do it. All I had to do was give you the opportunity."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Honey, I've had enough experience with women to know that you're bisexual. Does David know?"
"Don't know. I've never told him, and he's never seen me eat pussy."
"Are you keeping it a secret? Would he be upset if he knew?"
"I'm not keeping it a secret." Laura licked Sam's clit again. "I don't think it would upset him." She licked Sam's slit. "He might even like the idea." She licked the brunette's clit again, harder.
"Let's go inside where we can do this properly," Sam whispered.
Laura climbed out of the pool and followed Sam to her bedroom. She liked the way the brunette's ass wiggled. Sam flopped onto her bed, rolled onto her back and held out her arms.
Laura's eyes glittered with passion as she knelt by the brunette and let her eyes roam over Sam's stately body. "God, you're beautiful," she whispered.
Sam reached up and cupped one of Laura's tits. "You're not exactly a bow-wow yourself," she chuckled. "I didn't know that David had such good taste."
"He tastes good, too," Laura said with a soft laugh. "Love your big tits." She squeezed one mound between her hands. "like perfect cones. So firm and warm." She licked the nipple. "And your nipples are so delicate."
"They're a lot bigger when they get hard," Sam whispered. "And they're very sensitive. I can sometimes cum if the right person sucks them."
Laura began to kiss and tongue the pert little buds. To her surprise, they almost doubled in size as they hardened. She began to alternate between the two firm cones, sucking deeply at each one. Sam's body began to undulate sinuously. After a few moments, her body rhythm changed, became more of a writhing motion.
Laura continued to suck and tongue the charming tit buds, eliciting deep, soft moans from Sam. Suddenly, she began to shake all over and cry out louder as she came.
Laura licked the brunette's body down to her navel, then on down to her furry mound. Sam spread her legs wide, clearly indicating her desire for Laura's mouth on her pussy. Laura ran her tongue back and forth through the thick brown bush and into the top of Sam's slit. Sam pushed her hips up and pushed Laura's head down gently with both hands.
Suddenly, too hot to wait until she got Sam off, Laura turned around, straddled Sam's head and lowered her pussy to the brunette's mouth.
Sam's tongue snaked out and burrowed into the soft, musky flesh of the redhead's cunt. The flat tip began to rove over her clit, drawing the big bud out of its hood. Laura whimpered with pleasure and dropped her head back between Sam's splayed thighs.
Sam began to lick and suck Laura's hot box hungrily. The redhead's plush lower lips opened wide and rewarded her with a steady flow of sweet, warm love juice. She began to lick the slick hole and lap up the tasty nectar. Laura responded with deep moans and a churning of her hips.
The silky flesh of Sam's legs locked tightly around her head as Laura licked her pussy, then began to suck and tongue the brunette's clit avidly. She drew the fat, erect girl penis into her mouth and began to vibrate her tongue rapidly.
They quickly drove each other into the throes of orgasm. They thrashed so violently they had to hang onto each other's buttocks. They ended up on their sides, legs locked around heads, riding out the storm of their passion.
"You really know how to eat pussy," Sam murmured. "And I thought you were going to blast right off into space."
"Judging from the way you both thrashed around, I'd say one is no better than the other," David said softly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Laura's eyes widened in surprise as she peeked out between Sam's thighs at her lover. She didn't detect any anger in his voice.
"David! Darling! How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to watch quite a performance. You put on a quite a show. I didn't know that you also like women. Why didn't I get an invitation to the party?"
Sam disentangled herself from Laura, wrapped the spread around her naked body and started to get off the bed. "I'd better find some other place to be right now," she said. "I don't want to get caught in the middle of a domestic spat."
"Stay right where you are," Laura said as she pulled the spread away from Sam. "There isn't going to be a domestic spat. He isn't angry. His cock is getting hard." She looked at David and smiled sweetly. "The subject never came up, lover."
"Okay, I can accept that. Maybe we can have a threesome soon. I've been thinking about that. Wasn't sure how you would react to the suggestion. Now I know."
"No time like the present, lover." She patted the bed and smiled sweetly again. "Join us."
"I have that breakfast meeting," David said slowly, stalling for time, not sure what he should do. The idea of doing anything with his cousin didn't particularly appeal to him. And, yet, he had to admit that she was a damned sexy woman. Looking at her naked body made his cock stiffen a little more. "I'd better-get some sleep." He didn't move.
"Get over here, lover," Laura said sternly. "You can call after a while and reschedule that damned meeting. I won't let you go back to bed in that state. Just look at your cock. It's so hard, you wouldn't get back to sleep anyway. Unless you jack off, and why waste a good thing when you have two hot pussies to use?" She patted the bed again, harder this time.
David got on the bed and sat by Laura. He couldn't take his eyes off Sam's exquisite body.
"Take him back to your room and fuck him," Sam said. "I'm not going to be part of this."
Laura gave her a sharp look. "You're already part of this. You have been for a long time. Kissing pussies sealed matters. It's time to get a few things cleared up between you two. For my sake, if not yours."
"She's pretty damn stubborn, Sam," David said.
Laura noticed how David was looking at Sam. "Isn't she gorgeous, darling?" She gripped his cock loosely in her hand and began to jiggle it, coaxing more life into it. Now is as good a time as any to tell her what you told me earlier. Then we can party. My pussy gets all gooey just thinking about the good time we can have with each other."
"Oh, no!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm not going to.. . "
"Don't talk nonsense!" David interjected. "She's like my sister! Besides.. . "
"Shut up, both of you!" Laura demanded. "Now, David, you have something to tell Sam. So do it."
"Well, Sam, I.. . " David looked at Laura, then back at Sam. The thought of fucking his cousin suddenly made his blood boil with eager passion. "I haven't been fair with you, Sam. There's more than enough money in that damned trust for you to do whatever pleases you. I can't legally give you control of it until you're thirty, but I will approve whatever you ask for without any lectures." He looked at Laura for approval.
"Very good." Laura squeezed his cock, kissed his lips and tickled the tip of her tongue over them. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Not nearly as hard as your cock is getting. Does the idea of fucking both of us turn you on?"
David nodded and licked his lips.
"Do you really mean that?" Sam asked, astonished by his sudden about face. "I can't believe.. . "
Laura put her hand over Sam's mouth, cutting her off. "Of course he means it. He's a man of honor, and you know it. He's simply been doing what he thought your uncle's will required." She removed her hand from Sam's mouth, patted her cheek tenderly, then kissed her.
"Well, he's been wrong!" Sam said heatedly.
"Yes, but it's been an honest mistake. Now, stop trying to get an argument started." Laura turned to David and said, "She has lusted for your cock for years, you lunkhead. Either you couldn't see it, or didn't want to see it. How could you pass up the chance to fuck such a beautiful, sensual woman? If you don't like to fuck someone like her, you don't like to fuck me!"
"Now wait just a damned minute," David said, still torn by his conflicting feelings. He wanted to fuck Sam, but couldn't bring himself to say so. "I'm not a.. . "
"You're not a what?" Laura asked.
David didn't have a chance to answer. Sam nearly knocked Laura over as she scrambled over to him and sat on his lap with her legs wrapped around his hips. "Shut up and kiss me, you damned fool!" she hissed. She yanked his head forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
He instinctively opened his mouth and her tongue darted inside. She held him tighter, mashing her firm tits into his chest and rubbing her bare ass over his semi-rigid prick.
She broke the kiss and grinned impishly. "Now, that wasn't like kissing your sister at all, was it?" She wiggled her ass again. "Hmmm, I feel something interesting arising down there."
"Sam, we can't.. . "
"Stop being such a goddamn typical, obtuse man! I want you to fuck me. That's what Laura was talking about, what I told her out by the swimming pool. I told her that I've wanted your cock in me for years. She tricked me into revealing it, but it's true."
"Well, I must say that you two have become fast friends in a short time."
"We're both fast and friends," Laura said with a girlish giggle. "You don't fuck your enemies, do you? We recognized each other immediately. A stiff prick has no conscience, darling. That's a mighty fine piece of ass sitting in your lap. If you need any further proof, just put your cock in her."
"Sam, I'm pretty big. I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, don't worry. Years ago, I bought a vibrator about the size of your cock. I've used it at least a dozen times a week since then. If I couldn't have your cock, at least I could have something like it."
"Nothing like a little prior preparation," Laura quipped. "I didn't know cocks that big grew on anything but horses until I met this guy. I had to take the damned thing cold turkey. I've even learned to suck it without getting lockjaw. But we're wasting time. Lie back, dear, and let's put that monster to good use."
Sam rolled onto her back and Laura put a thick pillow under her ass, lifting her up at a steep angle. She straddled Sam's stomach, lifted the brunette's legs and spread them wide apart.
"Look at that beautiful pussy, darling," she said. She could hardly contain her excitement. "Make sure she's really wet. Put your finger in her, play with her!"
David separated Sam's pussy lips and stuck one finger up her cunthole. "She's already wet," he said as he wiggled his finger around. He added another finger and began to finger-fuck his cousin a little faster.
Sam began to thrust her hips as David played in her snatch. "Ooohhh, that feels good," she moaned.
Laura's excitement increased by leaps and bounds as she watched the erotic play. She slid back until she felt Sam's tits in her crotch, then began to rub her twat slowly over the big mounds. Sam put her hands on Laura's buttocks and caressed her shapely ass.
"Let me see if she's wet enough," Laura said. She leaned over, stuck her head between Sam's splayed legs and began to tongue her clit.
"Oooooo, now that really feels good," Sam moaned. David's fingers and Laura's tongue kicked her passions into high gear. "I'm ready, I'm ready. Somebody fuck me! Everybody fuck me!
Laura lifted her head and grinned. "If we make her cum, she'll be very relaxed and open for you, lover. Then you'd better just fuck her silly. I want to keep her around for some more fun. She stuck her tongue back in Sam's slit and began to lick her clit again.
David put three fingers in Sam's cunt and began to thrust them in and out. "She's real tight. Do you think she can take me?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Sam groaned. "I can take anything you can put in me! I've got to have your cock."
Laura chuckled deep in her chest and continued to tease the brunette's clit. David continued to pump his fingers in and out of her cunt. Sam was hot and wet and excited and ready to explode. Her hips began to thrust harder in response to the dual assault on her pussy. Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning. Laura continued to tongue her clit until she was well into her orgasm. Then she lifted her head and grasped David's cock.
"I'll help you fuck her, lover. Get up here close."
David hunched up close to Sam's crotch and Laura put her legs over his shoulders to keep her tilted and spread. She rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of Sam's gash, then began to rotate it in tight circles directly in the mouth of her cunt.
"Are you ready for him to fuck you, dear? Is your cunt ready for this big thing?"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Sam moaned. "Don't make me wait! Give it to me! Now! Please!"
Laura pulled on David's cock. He wiggled forward on his knees and his prick slid into his cousin's cunt a little further with each movement. Laura released his cock and used both hands to spread Sam's pussy open and put her thumb on the brunette's clit. Her eyes blazed with lust as she watched David slowly stick his cock in Sam's hungry cunt.
"Slow and easy, lover," Laura cooed. "Don't rush her.. .that's right.. .a little more, now.. . good, good.. .let her pussy get use to you.. .oh, that's just beautiful! Watching you fuck another woman really turns me on, lover! God, your cock is so big. Isn't his cock big, Sam? Does his big cock feel good?"
"I love it!" Sam hissed. "My cunt has never been so full!"
"You're just about there, lover. Give her a little more. Your cock is long, but her cunt is deeper. She can hold all of you. Keep pushing it in.. .yes, that's it.. .there, it's all in. Now, fuck her, lover.. .fuck your horny cousin silly!"
"Oh, God, yes!" Sam wailed. "Give it to me good! Fuck my brains out!" His long, thick prick stretched her pussy to its limits. The tip pressed against her womb. She had never felt anything so wonderful. Her vibrator, as big as it was, didn't come close. "Aaahhh, I've waited years for this moment. Why did I have to wait so long?"
Laura put her hand between them so she could feel his shaft and Sam's pussy at the same time. David held still, waiting for Sam's cunt to relax a little more so he could fuck her without hurting her. Laura's hand sent lances of sensation racing through him. She gave him a big, happy grin and licked her lips.
Sam began to writhe and twist her hips as her pussy loosened. Laura turned around, licked and sucked the girl's taut nipples for a moment, then got behind David. She put her left arm around his waist and mashed her tits into his back. She peered over his shoulder and she reached between his legs and cupped his balls in the palm of her right hand.
"Fuck her, darling," she murmured in his ear. "Give it to her the way you give it to me, lover. Fuck her good. Make her pussy feel as good as you make mine feel. Make her cum hard. I want to watch her cum on your big cock."
David held onto Sam's legs and began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of his cousin's choice cunt. Her pussy was sopping wet and glove-tight. He fucked her with the full length of his cock, pulling back until only the big head was still in her, then pushing forward and burying it completely in her hot snatch. Each time he pushed in, the lips of her tight twat curled inward. Laura clung to his back, caressing his balls and murmuring encouraging words in his ear.
Sam lay with her eyes wide open, looking at David's face, but not really seeing it. Passion transported her to the portals of paradise. Her hips were tilted just right for the head of his prick to rub her G spot, adding to her fervent pleasure. She cupped her tits and began to knead the firm mounds and pinch her taut nipples. Her face contorted with intense passion and a low, steady moaning came from her open mouth.
David fucked her slowly, trying to hold back his own orgasm. Watching the two horny women eat each other out stimulated him to a frenzy. The tightness of Sam's love sheath and Laura's hand on his balls pushed him rapidly to the brink of sensibility.
Laura sensed his need to cum. "Go ahead, darling, fill her sweet cunt with your cream. Don't try to hold back. She'll cum when you do." She squeezed his balls for added emphasis. "Are you ready to cum, dear?" she asked Sam. "Are you ready for his love juice?"
"Ooohhh, yes! God, yes! Going to cum now.. .fuck me.. .give me your cum.. .it's here.. . it's here!"
David speared his cock into his cousin's hot cunt, shortening his strokes and increasing his pace. Sam's body began to jerk and hump in a rhythm all its own. He let his mind wander and released the hold on his control. Sam's wail of orgasmic bliss split the air. He let his cum fly, pouring into the woman writhing in convulsions in front of him. Laura pushed her finger into his asshole. He lunged forward in reaction to the unexpected sensation. His cockhead slammed against Sam's womb, and she shrieked louder. Her body began to undulate harder as she came again.
He fell forward, pressing his chest against Sam's big, firm tit mounds. Laura cooed happily as her hands roamed over both bodies, caressing them. David and Sam shuddered simultaneously as the last of his cum spewed into her pussy.
"Move over," Laura said urgently, tugging at his hips.
He rolled onto his side and watched as Laura flopped on her belly between Sam's thighs and went down on her. She tongued the brunette's sticky gash from one end to the other, using long strokes to cleanse the hairy slit. Then she pulled him down and began to lick his prick like a mama cat washing her kittens. She licked his stalk clean, skinned it back and took the bare head into her mouth and sucked hard to make sure it was empty. She got on her knees and kissed Sam.
"Was it as good as you expected, dear?" she asked. "After waiting all these years for him to fuck you, did it live up to your expectations?"
"Did it ever! Thank you for not being, possessive or jealous and letting him fuck me."
"Oh, honey, I don't own him! Besides, watching him fuck you turns me on."
"David, did you like my pussy?" Sam asked shyly.
"Oh, God, yes," he assured her. "You're great. I don't know why I waited so long to fuck you. Laura had to show me how stupid I've been about a lot of things. Are you going to stay with us for a while?"
"If Laura doesn't mind, I will. For a few days, at least."
"Mind?" Laura exclaimed. "If you tried to leave now, I would tie you to the bed. I've got all sorts of plans for the three of us."
"Do those plans include more fun right now?" Sam asked with a giggle.
"I had the crazy idea that you liked only girls," David said. "Guess I was completely off base, huh?"
"Well, I have fucked more women than men, I guess," Sam replied. "Maybe I expected too much from men, or maybe I was confused by my desire for you, dear cousin. I don't know, but I don't care now, either. Things suddenly look a lot different. Laura, you must need to cum, honey. Think we can get that hunk of meat hard again so he can put it in you?"
"Does my pussy have hair around it? Shall we apply our mutual talents to the task? Together, we could make a brass monkey cum."
They got on each side of David. Laura lifted his limp cock and kissed the tip. Sam cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them.
"I didn't know what people meant when they talked about a blunt instrument until I saw this thing," Laura snickered and kissed it again.
"Yeah, if nature evens things out, some poor guy is running around out there with one the size of my little finger," Sam said.
Both women kissed the cockhead simultaneously and held it between their lips. They opened their mouths more, stretching them until their lips met around his dick. They kissed the cock and each other, then curled their tongues around the head. David moaned deeply and pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch them. Visual stimulation excited him as much as physical stimulation.
Laura and Sam supported his prick between their lips, and began to move down, kissing and licking the thick shaft as they went lower. By the time they reached the head again, his prick stood tall and proud. They stopped and looked lovingly at the hefty hunk of fuck meat.
"Isn't it gorgeous?" Laura skinned it back and curled her tongue around the big knob. "The head has such a beautiful shape. This thick ridge feels so good in my pussy." She ran her tongue along the ridge, all the way around the bare head.
Sam ran both hands up and down the shaft, holding it lightly in her palms. "I like the silky feel, too. Sort of like warm silk covering an iron bar."
"Are you two going to talk about it, or do something with it?" David asked impatiently.
"Both!" the girls said in unison. They giggled and licked the head again.
"I want to try something," Laura said. "Let's see if we can hold it between our pussies the way we did with out mouths."
Giggling like two young virgins on their first date, they got on their knees and wiggled around until they got the head of his cock in their crotches. Laura reached down with both hands and spread her long cunt lips apart. Sam followed suit, and between them, they enveloped most of the head. Holding onto each other for support, they began to work their cunts up and down on the naked knob.
"Oooooo," Sam cooed. "It wouldn't take much of this to make me cum."
"You and me both," Laura panted. "I'm really turned on."
"God!" David exclaimed. "You're not the only one. I wish that thing had two heads so I could fuck both of you at the same time."
"It's a one-eyed monster, darling, not a two-headed snake," Laura said, giggling again. She had never had so much fun. "Ain't fucking the most fun?" She leaned over and kissed Sam, carefully keeping her pussy on David's cock.
They lay down and embraced David, and each other. Sam held his swollen balls in one hand and put her other hand around the base of his shaft. Laura's fist closed over the head of his dick.
David groaned.
"What's wrong, lover?" Sam asked with mock concern.
"You know what's wrong, you little witch." He stuck his hand between her tan thighs. The slickness of her hot cunt felt like a high grade oil. "God Almighty, damn!" he groaned.
Sam lifted her ass and waved her pussy at him, begging him to stick his fingers between her glistening red lips. He didn't know which pussy to look at or touch.
"Darling, do you want to eat Sam's pussy while you fuck me? You haven't tasted her yet. I can ride your cock and she can sit on your face. Or would it turn you on more to watch me eat her while you mount my ass and fuck me from behind?"
"You eat her. I like to watch you. I'll get her later. Somehow, I think I'm in for a long, long day."
"The longest day, darling," Laura replied with a chuckle. "Sam, sit against the headboard and put a pillow under your ass."
Sam sat with her back against the headboard, her ass on a pillow, her velvety thighs spread wide. She drew her knees up and spread the lips of her charming pussy. Laura got on her hands and knees between Sam's parted legs, facing her hairy cleft.
"Beautiful, delicious pussy," Laura said softly. She looked over her shoulder at David. "Come on, Mr. Right, let's ride."
"Mr. Right?" David asked, puzzled.
"It's a compliment, darling," Laura said. "We'll take Sam to our bedroom and fuck in front of the mirrors after a while, and I'll tell you all about it."
