Lisa Traynor adjusted the napkins on the carefully arranged table and stepped back with a little smile of approval. All she had to do was light the candles when she heard Mike's car in the drive, and surprise him with the first private dinner they had enjoyed in months.
She had already slipped into Mike's favorite dress, the dark-red one that dipped low between the high, thrusting cones of her breasts, the curved neckline just covering the prominent nipples. Mike called it her "peek-a-boo" dress, for her movements caused the dainty berry-tips to peek out in arrogant invitation, attesting to the absence of any bra.
Married ten months, Lisa still searched for ways to recreate the romantic atmosphere that had surrounded their courtship, and she was finding the task increasingly difficult. It was almost impossible for them to enjoy the intimacy of marriage with Lisa's teenaged sister popping in at the most inopportune moments.
Carol didn't mean to be a pest, Lisa reminded herself. But the two of them had been so close after their parents' deaths that the girl took certain privileges for granted.
Mike had hesitated when Lisa first suggested the arrangement, but he had to admit there was no other solution. There were no other close relatives, and Carol was not yet fifteen.
"We'll just pretend we have a daughter," he told Lisa. "In about four years, she'll marry some long haired kid, and we'll have more privacy than we know what to do with."
The arrangement had been anything but satisfactory. Mike had to be careful in his dress and speech, and Lisa had to observe certain ground rules of behavior that placed a decided strain on their marriage from the very beginning.
"Damn it all!" Mike had complained, only last night. "I'd like to come home just one time, and screw you right in the middle of the living room floor."
"Carol can't help it," Lisa had argued. "After all, Mike, this is the only home she has."
They hadn't really fought about it. It never went that far. But Mike had given her a perfunctory goodnight kiss and rolled over with his back to her. She had lain awake for more than an hour, her pussy throbbing with hunger, before drifting into a restless sleep.
Tonight would be different. It wasn't all she wanted it to be, but it would give them a chance to be alone for a while. Carol had gone skating with Jimmy Blalock, and the pair was going to catch the midnight show at the drive-in.
Lisa didn't like the idea of giving Carol so much freedom, and she was reasonably certain that the handsome Jimmy was not the young innocent he pretended to be. But, she was willing to risk almost anything to make Mike happy. It was a foregone conclusion that Carol was going to drop her panties for some boy, sooner or later, and she could do a lot worse than Jimmy Blalock. More than once, Lisa had found her nipples stiffening under his bold stare, and her crotch dampening when she noted the size of the bulge in his tight jeans.
She heard Mike's car crunch the graveled driveway, and she hurriedly snapped the table lighter and lit the two tall candles, moving to the door before he could open it.
She had to stand on tiptoe for his kiss, tightening her arms about his neck and shoving her breasts hard against his chest. He gave a little grunt of surprise, then let his hands drift down to grip her firm buttocks, pulling her hips in to meet the immediate swelling of his cock. He sucked the dainty tongue that snaked into his mouth, and moved her pelvis with his powerful grip, working the plump mound of her labia against his outlined prick.
"Damn!" he murmured, rubbing his lips against hers. "I think I'll go back to the office and come home again." He shot a quick look beyond her, his brow furrowing. "Where's the warden?"
Lisa winced, but she kept her tone light as she said, "We're all alone, darling. Carol will be out 'til around one o'clock. But you'd better come inside, unless you want the neighbors to start talking."
Mike Traynor followed her inside, doffing his hat and running strong fingers through the wavy black hair. He was a tall man, but with a physique that detracted from his height. Strong features gave him an appearance somewhere between handsome and rugged, and his voice, a hearty baritone, matched its owner. As one of Lisa's girl friends had cattishly commented, he was one hell of a man.
He spied the candlelight through the dining room door, and his generous mouth curved in a pleased grin. Without touching anything but her chin, he tilted her face up and brushed his lips against hers.
"Remind me to tell you, sometime," he murmured, "that I'm glad I married you."
Her fingers went unerringly to the hardness between his thighs, curving and squeezing. "You can tell me right after dinner," she said impishly, "with that. In fact, you can tell me several times."
"Greedy!" he teased, his eyes narrowing as the fingers continued their fondling. "Keep that up, and we'll have dinner right here."
She snatched her hand away in mock shock. "Oh, no! All that meat would play havoc with my diet."
As Mike went in to wash up, Lisa called, "You had a couple of messages from the answering service. They're on the hall desk."
It wasn't until they were seated, and Mike had exclaimed over the succulent roast beef, that Lisa asked, "Who is S. Gentry?"
"Just a client," Mike answered. "Maybe a very special client. If I can close this deal, S. Gentry will give you that redecorating job you've been screaming about. I'm suggesting a fifty thousand dollar, double indemnity policy. If I can swing it, I'm a cinch for the yearly bonus."
Lisa gave a happy squeal, jumping up to circle the table and plant a juicy kiss on his grinning mouth. "When will you know for sure, Mike?"
"Maybe tonight," he answered. His tone altered. "I've got to run over there after dinner." Hastily, he added, "I won't be long, honey. We'll still have time for a real ball when I get back."
Lisa found it difficult to hide her reaction. Retreating to her seat she watched him pat his lips with the dainty napkin and push his chair back. There was no point in arguing about it. She knew that the insurance business was a dog-eat-dog competition, and a successful agent, which Mike was, never put off an appointment when the prospect was hot.
Dutifully, she saw him to the door, accepting the swift kiss with only a trace of coolness. Not until she had closed the door did she permit her feelings to show themselves.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, one hand clutching a ripe breast, and the other diving to the pulsing cleft of her hungry sex, pressing the plump mound through the thin fabric of the red dress. "Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Behind the wheel of the purring Olds, Mike Traynor stared out at the lights of the passing traffic, his hands moving restlessly on the wheel. On the seat, his hips stirred, thighs parting to relieve the pressure on his heavy balls.
He congratulated himself that he hadn't really lied to Lisa about where he was going, and he didn't believe she had suspected anything unusual about his appointment. Insurance agents often made calls in the evening, and it was perfectly true that S. Gentry planned to sign the application for a policy that would bring a most welcome bonus check.
All he had done, Mike grinned to himself, was avoid certain facts that would have resulted in a scene. He hated arguments. In fact, he and Lisa might not be saddled with her sister, Carol, if he hadn't refused to argue against the idea.
He didn't dislike the kid. It was just that she seemed always underfoot when he and Lisa wanted to do something. Too, he found the girl's deliciously curved body becoming increasingly disturbing, especially when she wore that skimpy red bikini for her afternoon swim.
Damn itl She wasn't a child any longer, no matter how Lisa insisted that she be treated like one. It was just possible that she was still a virgin, but Mike had his doubts about that. In the age of liberation, girls seldom retained that badge of innocence beyond their early teens.
Perhaps that Blalock boy was tapping the girl. He was, Mike grudgingly admitted, a handsome devil. More than once, he had caught Lisa staring at the lad's bulging crotch, and her expression had been one of a hungry cat who has just spied an unguarded fish market.
Come to think of it, S. Gentry had given Mike much that same look at their last meeting, but he had failed to recognize it at the time. Somehow, it never occurred to him that a person of S. Gentry's position would be interested in a mere salesman.
Mike never tried to kid himself that he was anything but a huckster. No matter what fancy labels they pinned on the men who spent their time persuading others of an often non-existent need, they remained hucksters, pure and simple.
S. Gentry probably needed the fifty thousand dollars about as much as a third arm. Mike had run a credit check on the name and blinked at the results. S. Gentry could probably buy the company without really denting the capital assets accumulated by three generations of industrial genius.
The initial contact had been by telephone, followed by two short discussions over an afternoon cocktail. Now, he had been invited to the Gentry residence for what he hoped would be the final meeting. All he needed was the Gentry signature, and he could get back to Lisa in time for an unhurried session in the bedroom.
He braked the Olds at the end of a tree lined street, the headlights illuminating a monstrous wrought iron gate between two massive stone columns. A smaller gate, set in the high wall that extended in both directions, opened, and a uniformed guard emerged, walking briskly to the car. A small flashlight played over his features and danced unobtrusively over the car's interior.
"You're expected, Mr. Traynor," the guard said in a cultured voice. "Just follow the drive to the house. Do not leave the car until someone meets you there. The grounds are patrolled by guard dogs, and they are quite vicious."
With a little salute, the guard waved to someone Mike could not see, and the gate swung open. Mike waved his own hand at the guard and slid through the gateway.
He was impressed. The guard had not even asked his name. Mike hadn't seen such security since he had spent three years in the army. It was one thing to read a list of financial assets, and something else to see the physical manifestations of that wealth.
Suddenly, the fifty thousand dollar policy seemed ridiculously small and insignificant. By the time he reached the Gentry mansion, he was almost ready to turn the Olds around. Instead, he halted the car beside a floodlighted fountain and stared at the house.
He had seen only one like it, that he could recall. Then, after a soft, voiced guard had conducted him up the marble stairs and across the wide veranda, he remembered where he had seen the mansion's counterpart. It was a near-duplicate of the huge Tara in Gone With The Wind.
Inside, his hat claimed by a courteous maid, he voiced the comparison, and heard her reply, "Yes, sir. Mr. Gentry used Tara as a model when he built it."
He followed the girl's trim hips down a richly carpeted hall to a closed door. The maid rapped gently.
"Send Mr. Traynor in, Yvette," S. Gentry's voice came faintly through the thick panels. "Then you may retire for the night."
The girl opened the door and Mike entered, hearing the door close softly behind him as he stared about the dimly lit room, appreciating the original paintings, the antique furnishings, and the soundless air conditioning that made the flickering fire in the huge fireplace seem oddly appropriate. He moved toward it.
"Don't be surprised, Mike," S. Gentry's voice came from a huge chair before the fire. "It's one of my many idiosyncrasies. What good is money if you can't humor one's self?"
She was seated with her long legs curled beneath her, reminding Mike of a graceful cat. But, the comparison was quickly erased by a rush of mingled desire and surprise.
S. Gentry's clothing consisted of a single red scarf, draped artfully over the thrusting curves of her prominent breasts, and falling across the lush sweep of her thighs. With the instinct of a male who has observed the habits of the opposite sex, Mike knew that there was no other article of clothing. Just the scarf.
"Sit down, Mike," she said, "and don't look so shocked. It doesn't become you at all."
Mike sank into a chair across from the woman, unable to take his eyes from her body. He could feel his cock stiffening, ridging along his left thigh, and a wave of desire washed through his balls with a force that was almost sickening in its intensity.
He had been quite conscious of Satin Gentry's beauty during their previous meetings. But, she had been fully dressed, and they were surrounded by other people. Now, they were alone, their privacy assured by that simple command to the cute maid, and Satin was wearing only a thin silk scarf.
"It's just that you're so unbelievably beautiful," he murmured, finding his fingers walking nervously about the edge of his briefcase. He placed it beside his chair and wondered what to do with his hands.
Satin Gentry laughed, a musical trill that Mike could feel as well as hear. The sound rippled along his engorged prick and vibrated his loaded ball. He knew he was being teased, but he was helpless in the woman's presence.
"Any woman can be beautiful," Satin observed, "if she has money. But beauty isn't enough."
He cleared his throat, touching his tie. "I thought all women wanted to be beautiful."
She lifted her shoulders, the twin points beneath the scarf trembling with the slight shrug. "Some women, admittedly, would consider beauty an end in itself. But they generally end up as objects of admiration or desire. They lose their individuality. I'm not so easily satisfied."
Mike caught the hidden suggestion in her remark. He shifted his weight in the chair, his cock sliding against his clothing and throbbing with fullness. His voice was husky as he asked, "What is it you want?"
Again the shrug. "Power," she murmured. "Influence. But I want it on a very personal basis."
"From all I've seen," he said, "you already have both."
Satin did not respond. Instead, she stared into the flickering flames of the huge fireplace, long lashes sweeping down to veil the dark, green eyes. Her fingers, slender and graceful, the nails perfectly manicured to a glistening pink, traced a small circle on her naked thigh, just above the dimpled knee.
"Do you want to discuss the policy?" Mike asked carefully. "I have all the figures you requested."
She continued to stare into the fire, ignoring his question as she demanded, "Would you like to make love to me, Mike?"
The question was so abrupt that Mike found himself unable to answer for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat before exclaiming, "My god! Any man would leap at the opportunity."
The green eyes drifted almost casually to claim his wide-eyed stare, mocking him with their icy depths. "Why don't you take off your clothes, Mike? I never like to discuss sex unless everyone concerned is prepared to translate words into action."
Speechless, Mike fumbled with his tie, climbing to his feet to slip out of his coat. Satin's half-closed eyes watched his movements as he discarded shirt, shoes and socks, finally unfastening his belt and slipping his trousers down and off, freeing the swollen length of his enormous cock.
He was proud of that rearing organ. Not many men could boast of a prick that long and thick. Reaching out from the mass of dark curls and the twin spheres beneath its broad base, it rose in a slight curve to the purple-hued glans at its tip.
Mike waited for her gasp of surprise, and was disappointed when her only response was a casual glance at the erect organ. Her eyes drifted back to his face, a little twinkle of amusement sparkling in their shadowed depths.
"Rules, Mike," she said, measuring the words, her lips hardly moving. "You must do exactly as I tell you. Otherwise, the game is over. Understood?"
Mike's head nodded. His throat was suddenly very dry, and he felt awkward, standing before the woman like that. He wanted to sweep her up in his arms, to possess her with animal savagery. But that glacial stare blocked his approach, and reduced him to complete obedience.
Satin uncurled her long slender legs, easing them to the rug, the dainty feet bare against the soft fabric. The perfectly shaped toes moved voluptuously, the carefully trimmed nails matching the pink of her fingers. Exquisitely curved calves kissed each other below the rounded knees, and lush thighs pressed velvet flesh beneath the colorful scarf.
She watched his prick jerk upward in excitement, the thick ventral vein throbbing, and a drop of sparkling lubricant seeping from the staring eyelet.
"Have you ever kissed a woman's feet, Mike?" she asked in a throaty purr. Her hands rested on the arms of the deep chair, relaxed and self-confident.
Afraid to risk words, Mike shook his head, staring at the delicately shaped toes as though seeing them for the first time. His prick gave another savage leap, and the drop of jism was joined by another, the slippery liquid spreading shinily over the huge pear of his swollen glans.
"Make love to my feet, Mike," she whispered dreamily. "I want to see how inventive you can be."
He wanted to resist. But desire pulled him down onto his knees, and the mere touch of his naked shins on the fluffy rug increased the heat in his aching loins. He started to lean forward and her cool voice halted him.
"Lie down, Mike. Never mind the rug. Make yourself comfortable. We're in no rush."
Mike lowered his belly to the softness, his prick pressed into this thick nap by his own flesh. Elbows supported his torso as his face hovered above the designated goal.
"Don't use your hands," she warned. "Only your mouth."
Tentatively, he pressed his lips against the top of her left foot, behind the toes, opening his mouth just wide enough to permit the extrusion of his tongue. Slowly, he dragged the tip of that wet muscle across the warm flesh, tasting the slight saltiness and delicate sweetness of her body in that one small contact.
He slid his tongue into the warm slit between her great toe and its neighbor, wriggling the tip to effect the insertion, and spilling his saliva into the narrow fissure. His lips pressed closer, and he worked his tongue in and out between the digits, feeling a little tremor of response to his labored caress.
His own reaction caught him by surprise. He had entered into the game at Satin's command, hoping that his obedience would result in greater liberty. Now, lying naked at her feet, he found himself enjoying his role, and plunging his tongue through the gap with more furious thrusts.
He licked his way to the rounded tip of her great toe, fastening his lips about it and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue dancing over the smooth curve and flicking at the neatly trimmed nail. He drew the small shaft deeper, discovering that he was beginning to slide his lips up and down in a motion that was undeniably recognizable.
He waited in vain for the tide of revulsion, feeling only a mounting hunger for the lovely creature whose toe he sucked with eager nursing. Locked beneath his taut belly, his cock jerked with each deep tug of his eager mouth, and he felt the warm sticky jism spread toward his navel.
"Work your way up my leg, Mike," Satin whispered encouragingly. "Up to my knee. Remember, just your mouth." She let her knees slip apart as Mike released his grip on the toe, kissing his way to the slender ankle and licking slowly up the firm calf, twisting his neck to the reach the delightful curve.
He moistened her left knee with his open mouth, flattening his tongue to caress the dimpled prize, his breath fanning the beginning of an incredibly beautiful thigh.
"Stop, Mike," she demanded, her voice soft, but firm. "Look at me."
He raised his head, tongue sliding across his parted lips, his eyes shining beneath half-closed lids.
"I'm going to take the scarf away," she said. Her mouth curved in a faint smile. "Remember, only your mouth."
Mike gasped as the thin silk floated to one side, revealing firm creamy mounds with their dark pink aureoles, and the lighter-hued berries of the succulent nipples. His gaze lowered to the sweet curve of her belly and its deeply indented navel, then to the rich thicket of black curls at the junction of her exquisite thighs.
As he stared, Satin slid her lushly rounded hips forward until her buttocks rested on the very edge of the chair. Her knees parted, and the dark hair separated to expose the delicate vertical crease of her labia. She increased the angle of those lovely thighs, and Mark saw the cleft open its meaty lips, displaying the moist pink entrance of her vagina.
With a groan of surrender, Mike crawled forward, fitting his head between her thighs and burying his face in the jungle of black curls, filling his nostrils with the heady musk of her splayed cunt, and plunging his eager tongue into the slitted lips.
His mouth tightened about the pliant opening, drawing the yielding tissues between his gently nibbling teeth. His tongue, extended until it ached with strain, reached into her tasty pussy, caressing the sensitive vaginal walls and scooping out the delicious juices that seeped from far back in the shuddering channel.
He caught the pronounced button of her clitoris between his teeth, biting just enough to make her ass convulse and surge upward as his stiffened tongue swirled over the miniature phallic replica, feeling it swell and throb in response to his salivary envelopment.
He fucked her with his stroking tongue, driving it in and out of the nerve laced labial circle until she cried out with the magnitude of her climax and filled his slurping mouth with her tart effluvium, her ass bucking the convulsing cunt against his sucking lips as he gulped in greedy swallows.
"Enough!" she cried in a strangled voice, and he broadened his tongue for one slow sweep upward through the slippery valley, withdrawing to stare angrily at the silk scarf she pulled across her breasts and crotch.
His prick and balls ached for release, and he fought back the raging desire to fling himself upon the voluptuous beauty, driving his formidable cock into that seething cauldron stirred by his swirling tongue into a slippery corridor of exciting promise.
She was still panting, and the flush of orgasm lingered on her slender neck and the upper slopes of her lovely breasts. But her eyes were cold as she said, "You may put on your clothes, Mike."
Without comment, he climbed to his feet, dressing with nervous movements and pushing his engorged cock into its restraint with a little grimace. He adjusted his tie, slipped into his jacket, and sat down.
"About the contract," he said, amazed at his ability to ignore what had just transpired. "I drew up the policy for fifty thousand dollars."
She waved a relaxed hand in dismissal. "Later, Mike," she said. "I'll call you. Suddenly, I'm very tired."
Mike clutched his briefcase with irate fingers, lurching to his feet and struggling to control the anger that boiled through his brain and body. He walked unsteadily toward the door, only to find that Satin was at his elbow.
She had discarded the scarf, but seemed totally unaware of her impelling nudity. She touched his arm.
"I'll see you to your car," she explained. "The dogs are quite vicious, you know."
Mike glanced at their reflection in a tall mirror, seeing a handsome fully dressed man and a beautiful naked woman against the background of luxurious appointments. He wanted to laugh and curse.
At the door, opening it, she blocked his exit. "About the policy, Mike," she said quietly. "Rewrite it, if you will, for a hundred thousand."
His mouth opened and closed, and Satin gave him a faint smile.
"One more thing," she murmured, her hand dripping one finger into the moist crevice of her pussy. She drew it out and slowly lifted it to Mike's lips, waiting until they opened, and easing it inside with a soft chuckle.
"You've been a good boy," she said, removing her finger and tapping his lips gently. "The next time, I'll let you fuck me."
Dazed, happy, unsatisfied, and with aching balls, Mike Traynor hurried across to his car, turning to wave at the naked woman in the doorway before sliding behind the wheel of his car. He was grinning broadly as he wheeled away down the long drive.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike Traynor adjusted his tie and gave his reflection an approving smile, flicking an imaginary speck from his lapel as he turned from the dresser to select a fresh handkerchief from the chest of drawers.
In the living room, he held Lisa at arm's length, barely touching her pursed lips. She frowned at his avoidance.
"I hope this Gentry policy is worth all the trouble," she sighed. "You don't usually dress so carefully."
He patted her rump, his fingers lingering to trace the prominent curve, and she slapped his hand away with a humorless laugh. "At least, you may get home before midnight," she said.
Mike checked his briefcase before starting the car, making sure he had all the necessary forms. He found that his palms were damp as he wheeled the auto through the afternoon traffic, and his crotch was swelling in anticipation. Satin had promised him a more satisfactory hour, and his cock throbbed with eagerness at the prospect of sliding into that deliriously tight cunt.
He had been a little surprised at his initial reaction to the woman's demands. At first, he had tried to convince himself that he had obeyed because of the policy. Then, as he remembered the exciting taste of her pussy, and the sensations he had enjoyed when his tongue wriggled into the slippery vaginal entrance, he was forced to admit a personal lust he had never before recognized.
If the lovely Satin offered him nothing more than another chance to feast between her voluptuous thighs, he would accept with a hunger he could no longer deny.
He was checked through the gate with courteous efficiency, and was informed that further escort would be unnecessary since the dogs were loosed only at night.
A smiling and attractive maid met him at the door, ushering him up the broad stairs and into a small bedroom, sparsely, but expensively furnished. The girl closed the door and her smile broadened as she relayed her instructions.
"Miss Gentry requests that you take off your clothes here," she said in a sultry tone, her eyes half closed as they moved up and down Mike's body. "You are to be completely naked when you enter her room."
Mike frowned. He had prepared himself for another unusual visit, but he had not expected this.
The maid was a luscious creature, blond, teenaged, and developed to an early nubility that brought Mike's cock to a throbbing erection when she calmly added that she was to join him in disrobing.
"What is your name?" Mike asked, ignoring the obvious bulge in his trim trousers. The girl was watching it with narrowed eyes.
"Brenda," she answered. "Do you want me to undress you?"
Mike wanted to say yes, but he was too confused to drop all reservations. He shook his head, and the girl shrugged, reaching behind her to pull down the zipper on the abbreviated uniform. It slipped to her waist, baring two provocative breasts with bullet tips and inviting aureoles. Easily, seeming to ignore Mike's presence, she pushed the gathering of cloth downward over the gentle flare of her hips and the sleek curves of her young thighs.
Mike's cock strained against the leg of his trousers as he stared at the blond curls that rioted about the pouting ridges of her plump cuntal mound. His hands trembled as he tugged at his own clothes, undressing with furious haste as the naked girl stood watching him with that lazy smile.
He was reassured by her sharp intake of breath when he unveiled the swollen shaft of his huge prick. Deliberately, he tightened the pelvic muscles that brought the nine inches of engorged flesh jerking back against his muscle-ridged belly.
"I ..." the girl began, tongue darting back and forth across her full lips. "Miss Gentry didn't tell me you were so large."
Mike took a step toward her, and the blond retreated to lean against the closed door, hands flying to splay slender fingers across the silken jungle of pubic curls.
"Aren't you supposed to do more than just watch?" he asked suggestively, slipping his fist about the base of his prick and aiming it at the inviting nexus of the lovely thighs. "Didn't Miss Gentry tell you to try this for size?" He waved the shaft threateningly, pulling the heavily veined coat back until the huge knob glistened in its straining membrane.
"Please!" the girl cried, her voice low, but desperate. "I was supposed to get you excited, then show you into her bedroom."
Mike was enjoying himself. Satin had used him, and he welcomed the opportunity of using the lovely girl to even the score. There was, he realized, the possibility that he would end up just like before, bringing Satin off with his tongue, and failing to relieve his own mounting lust. He could avoid that by claiming the frightened blonde.
"Move your hands," he murmured, staring pointedly at her half-hidden pubic thatch. "The only way you'll get me excited is to let me slip it to you."
A shudder shook the pointed breasts, and the fingers moved slightly to either side, framing the delicate furrow in the prominent mound. The girl's feet shifted, spreading her long legs until the furrow parted to reveal the pink slit of her vaginal entrance, moist and inviting.
"You're ... You're not supposed to ... to actually do it!" she exclaimed, unable to pull her eyes from the length of male meat that stared back at her helpless cunt with its tiny eyelet. She was pressing back against the door with shoulders and hips, her lips trembling as Mike took another step toward her, bringing the head of his prick into position directly above her waiting pussy.
Slowly, grinning with pleasure at the blonde's reaction, he bent at the knees, dropping the shiny knob to the exact level of her moist cuntal lips. Ignoring her muted squeal, he eased the huge crown of his prick into the slippery jaws, feeling the powerful grip as she tried to prevent his entrance.
"Relax, beautiful!" he whispered, holding the glans with its rounded tip barely inserted, letting the vaginal lips contract about it just above the flaring rim. "I'm just gonna rub it around a little."
Brenda exhaled, slowly and cautiously, and Mike felt the labial sphincter relax its resistance. One of her hands crept toward his upward angling cock, the warm fingers curling about its hardness and beginning a little jiggling motion that worked the partially inserted head about in its juicy nest.
"Ummm!" she whimpered, her hips joining the hand in creating a greater frictioning of their joined flesh. "That feels good!"
Mike transferred his own hand from his prong to the girl's softly curved hip, adding his other to the opposite side, then sliding both back to cup the taut buttocks. The delicate nipping about his cock-head was sending little jolts of pleasure back to his huge balls, and he was tempted to force his prick up into that undulating sheath.
The girl seemed to sense his need, and share it.
"Give me just a little more!" she whispered, fingers tugging his thick cock as if to prove her eagerness.
The brief massage of her labia had drawn a gush of warm, slippery vaginal juice from inside her cunt, bathing Mike's glans until it was slick and shiny. His fingers gripped her ass-cheeks, and he pulled her toward him.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Brenda had expected another inch of cock. Instead, Mike drove the full length of his prong into the spasming embrace of her tight pussy, supporting her weight when her knees gave way in the nerve tingling reaction to the unprecedented packing of her surprised cunt.
Before the girl could recover from the initial thrust, Mike eased his grip on her bottom, letting her own weight complete the impalement of her cunt on his rearing prick. She gave another sharp yelp as her labial lips settled about the base of his shaft, and she felt her clitoris jam forcefully against his pubic arch. Far up in her spasming belly, the head of his cock seemed to swell and jerk against the mouth of her womb.
Her arms twined about his neck, and her eyes rolled wildly, her body trembling with strain and excitement. Her cunt squeezed and shivered. The long legs climbed to wrap themselves about his waist, and there was a liquid gurgling as her pussy adjusted its elastic walls about the thick shaft, emitting the trapped air and sucking his prick even deeper into the churning inferno.
"I'm gonna come!" she wailed, her thighs flexing about his waist. She seemed afraid to move her hips, but her cunt muscles convulsed with the onslaught of a powerful climax, chewing and rolling about Mike's cock as her hot juices bathed its deeply planted head.
Mike gritted his teeth at the pleasure of her spasming grip. Holding his hips almost motionless, he jiggled her up and down on his huge tool, making her grunt as the hardness frictioned her exploding cunt.
"Oh, my god!" Brenda gasped. "You didn't come, did you?"
He grinned into her questioning eyes, shaking his head reassuringly and covering her parted lips with his hungry mouth. She gave him a restless and delicious tongue in a wet kiss that almost drew him beyond the point of control. His knees were shaking when it ended.
"Am I supposed to save this load for Miss Gentry?" he asked hoarsely.
Brenda nodded, pouting as he raised her to extract his prick from the greedy suction of her cunt. "Yes, damn it!" she exclaimed. "And I want it!"
Satin Gentry's soft voice reached them from the doorway to the adjoining room. She had opened it so quietly that neither of them had heard it. Now, she stood there, stark naked and incredibly beautiful, mocking them with her sultry green eyes.
"If you want it so terribly," she said, "I wouldn't think of stopping you."
Mike was at a complete loss for words. He drank in the loveliness of the woman, his slippery cock throbbing as his eyes caressed the jet-black hair of her delicious cunt. He found his mouth strangely dry, and his tongue restless and hungry.
Turning with a graceful fluidity of hips and thighs, Satin turned, calling, "Come with me, both of you." She moved away, the lovely buttocks swaying, with complete confidence of their obedience.
With an exchange of helpless frowns, Mike and the girl trailed Satin into the larger bedroom, and Mike had to suppress a whistle of appreciation as he spied the enormous circular bed. Whatever the woman had in mind, there would be plenty of room for it.
Satin noted the direction of his gaze, and she waved one slender hand. "It's twelve feet in diameter, Mike," she answered his unvoiced question. "I dislike anything small." She gave a throaty chuckle, dropping her eyes to his rearing cock. "However, I think Brenda has earned the right to enjoy the fruit of her labor."
With a breathtaking display of jiggling breasts and peeping pinkness through the black curls of her snatch, Satin lowered her naked body onto the bed, rolling onto her side and elevating one slender leg to reveal the moist beauty of her dainty slit.
"Remember what you did on your last visit, Mike?" she murmured. "You may do it again while giving Brenda what she seems to require." Her eyes switched to the blonde, sliding up and down the girl's body with an appreciative gleam.
"You, my dear," she explained, "will find uses for your oral talents in an adjacent area."
Mike felt his muscles respond before his brain could issue a command. Like a robot, he moved forward, climbing onto the bed, facing Satin, but with his face even with her waiting cunt.
With a little gasp, Brenda crawled into position behind her mistress, positioning her hips and raising her upper leg so Mike could reinsert his prick in the juicy lips of her ready snatch. The corridor was still tight, but slippery with the results of their previous coupling, and she took the full nine inches with a little groan of happiness as Mike shoved his hips forward to hilt his throbbing prick.
He needed no further instructions. Eagerly, he buried his face between Satin's warm thighs, opening his mouth wide and fastening it about the lips of her delicious pussy. His tongue, wriggling and flicking, slid into the hot vagina, imitating the movements of his hips as he began fucking the moaning Brenda with full length strokes that made his belly muscles contract with pleasure.
Brenda's chin touched his as she glued her soft lips about the tiny aperture of Satin's anus, and Mike felt her movements when she stiffened her tongue to force it up into the sensitive passageway. Satin's pussy tightened about his own probing tongue as she was invaded from the rear, and Mike swallowed greedily when her vagina yielded a gush of warm juice into his sucking mouth.
Satin had said nothing about his hands, so he brought them into play, using one to lift the woman's leg higher and slipping his arm about Brenda's undulating waist. The other hand explored the inner curve of Satin's thigh and the blonde's firm tits, their resilient mounds squeezed together by her position.
His prick slid in and out of Brenda's churning cunt, burrowing deep into the clenching channel with each powerful thrust, and his tongue danced and wriggled in Satin's tasty pussy as he sucked the liquid exudation, swallowing it with greedy gulps.
Brenda's fingers explored his face, intruding between him and Satin's grinding crotch, tracing the shape of his pursed lips and caressing the partially hidden labia through which he worked his eager tongue.
The girl came repeatedly, her cunt squeezing and shuddering about his pistoning cock. Her fluids bubbled out about the sliding shaft, warm and slippery, bathing his pubic hair and drenching his balls as they rolled over the curve of her thigh with each wonderful thrust.
Mike was aware of her orgasms, but he continued fucking her without pause, ignoring the attempted retreat of her ass after each grinding climax. His prick sawed through the sensitive lips until they were again eager for the rhythmic frictioning.
Satin accepted their lapping tongues with only an occasional movement of her lush hips. Only the hot surges of her vaginal honey betrayed the pleasure produced by Mike's savage suction on her soft pussy lips, and Brenda's probing tongue in her flexing asshole.
Much too soon, Mike felt the sweet ecstasy of his own come surging through his stroking prick, and he hunched more rapidly, drawing Satin's labia into his mouth and nibbling the pliant flesh as he slammed the head of his cock up into Brenda's juicy cunt The girl's ass twisted and bucked under his assault, and the vaginal walls rippled and convulsed in yet another climax when his seething sperm jetted up into her belly, tamped still deeper by his fiercely-jabbing cock.
He was still panting when Satin's fingers tugged at his tousled hair, pulling his mouth from her crotch and tilting his face upward to meet her narrowed eyes.
"I made you a promise, Mike," she purred, touching his lips with one fingertip and smearing the pussy juice she found there. "Are you man enough to let me keep it?"
Mike tugged his prick from Brenda's slurping cunt, its prodigious length coated with their blended juices. It was still throbbingly hard as he rolled onto his back with a little grunt of anticipation.
Satin raised herself to a sitting position, patting Brenda's blond hair as the girl drew back, licking her lips and panting from her multiplied orgasms.
"When Mike gets it in," she told the girl, "I want you to use your tongue on him." She smiled knowingly. "If you do a good job, I'll let you love me after he comes."
Brenda's eyes widened in excitement, and the pink tongue polished her lips to a shiny slickness. She was, Mike realized, quite capable of making it with either sex.
Satin lowered her magnificent body and spread her statuesque thighs far apart, fingers splaying the pouting lips of her dainty cunt. She turned her eyes toward Mike.
"Come and get it, Mike," she purred. "Let's see how you perform with a real woman."
His cock strutted with renewed lust, Mike got to hands and knees and knelt between the lovely legs, glancing about as Brenda positioned herself behind him, already moistening her greedy lips.
Somehow, even after his first visit, Mike had never believed that he would be where he was at that moment. It was like being given the key to a candy shop when one was insanely hungry for sweets. Satin Gentry's body was the most desirable he had ever seen, and her exquisite cunt the most delicious to his ravishing tongue. Now, he was about to experience the supreme thrill of packing that dainty vagina with his furiously throbbing prick.
"Look at me, Mike," Satin purred. "I want to see your expression when you enter me."
He braced his body by placing his hands, palms down, on either side of her bare shoulders, not touching her, but holding his hips high as he moved them to aim the tip of his cock at her moist slit.
Her only change of expression was a slight lowering of the long lashes over the green eyes as his cock-knob eased between the plump labial lips. But Mike found his own features contorting with pleasure when she tightened the powerful sphincteral muscles about his prick, creating a gentle massage of the sensitive glans as it slid into the embracing clutch of her vagina.
"Don't rush it, Mike," she murmured, easing her hands between their bellies and brushing her fingertips against the length of hardness that joined their crotches. "This is one of the best parts."
He wanted to shove it into her, hearing her grunt or cry out in protest. But the green eyes held his trembling hips suspended as her pussy nibbled the barely inserted head of his engorged prong, seeming to draw him inward so slowly he was certain he would come before the cock was more than halfway inside her.
Suddenly, violently, his hips jerked. Like a hot poker, Brenda's tongue had zeroed in on his winking asshole, stiff and determined, and her hands fondled his buttocks as she clamped her mouth about the tiny opening into which her oral muscle bored with a hot forcefulness.
He felt his cock slide deeper into Satin's yielding cunt, stretching the clinging tissues into a shuddering encirclement that was almost painful. He stared down into her lovely face and found no evidence of discomfort.
"Jesus!" he rasped, his voice shaking with the effort to control the descent of his hips. "You're tight!"
The red lips curved, showing white teeth and delicate tongue. "Is that a compliment?" she asked softly.
Brenda had succeeded in worming her tongue inside his asshole, and he had difficulty holding back the groan of pleasure as he answered, "You don't need compliments!"
Her hands touched his hips, blocking his further entrance. "You're right," she admitted. "All I need is that!" Her eyes flicked downward to indicate the partial filling of her juicy cunt. "Don't move, Mike. Let me pull it in."
"Damn!" The cry was wrenched from his clenched teeth as she began grinding her ass and forcing her pussy upward onto his prick, the slippery tissues convulsing and nibbling as she sucked the hardness into her belly.
For the first time in his life, Mike was able to examine the sheer ecstacy of merely entering a woman's cunt, something he had always taken for granted as simply a necessary prelude to fucking her. Now, with Satin's pussy literally screwing its hot embrace onto his cock, Mike was forced to consider the act of penetration as a separate entity, a subtle pleasure of its own that sent tingles through his balls and tightened his anus about Brenda's slithering tongue.
That was another first. Once before, that he could recall, an extremely passionate girl had teased his asshole with her wet tongue. But she had halted short of actually forcing the tip inside. Brenda was not only driving into his bottom, but fucking her tongue in and out, frictioning the sensitive aperture and churning the mixture of juice and saliva inside the responsive sleeve. The powerful suction she applied sent tremors through his belly and caused his prick to jerk inside Satin's wriggling vagina.
He could wait no longer. With a groan of impatience, he slammed his pelvis down between Satin's voluptuous thighs, forcing his cock deep in the shuddering grip of her cunt, and grinding his balls against her taut perineum and straining anus with a complete hilting.
His eyes examined hers, seeking some sign of pain or protest. All he found was an amused gleam as she flexed her vagina about his prick with powerful squeezes that made him gasp with excitement.
Chest resting lightly on the warm pillows of her breasts, he stroked in and out of the mushy clasp of her pussy, feeling the hot juices lave his probing glans and wash over the pistoning shaft to gurgle out in noisy escape.
Beneath him, Satin's hips moved in perfect counterpoint, increasing the friction of his shaft against the slippery walls of her cunt. In addition, the internal muscles continued their delicious rippling caress, undulating about his prick until he was crying out with each thrust, no longer caring about the woman's pleasure.
Brenda, crouched behind his flailing ass, managed to keep her mouth glued to his anus, bobbing up and down with his pelvic motions, and forcing her tongue far up into his colon each time he raised his hips.
He was coming. The orgasm claimed him with a shattering abruptness, sending his hips slamming against Satin's furry crotch with savage thrusts. He short stroked her, pounding his prick through the convulsing sheath of her cunt, yet keeping most of the throbbing shaft inside. Then, as the tidal wave of ecstasy inundated his belly, he rammed it ball-deep and let the delightful motions of her grinding ass provide the frictioning that accentuated the pleasure of each powerful spurt.
With his ass almost motionless, except for the flexing tremors in his buttocks, Brenda was able to slide her tongue in and out with greater speed, churning the oily liquid and sucking noisily as she felt his orgasmic convulsions.
Satin's pussy became a hungry mouth, and the walls seemed to lick at his exploding cock as it spilled the ropy sperm far up inside her belly. The vaginal muscles shivered and milked like hot fingers, welcoming the thick cream with a suction that turned his spine to jelly and his balls to mush as he emptied his liquid lust into the gulping maw of her womb.
He had never felt so completely drained. Panting for breath, he heaved his hips upward, hearing the juicy slurping as his prick emerged from Satin's cunt. His hips jerked when Brenda extracted her reluctant tongue from his asshole, giving the tender orifice one last kiss before setting him free.
On his back, chest heaving, he opened his eyes to find the woman leaning over his face, her eyes smiling and her lips parted for a kiss.
"Just rest, Mike," she whispered. "Brenda will get you ready again."
He sighed, trying to smile back, but able only to grimace. "I don't think I'll ever be ready again," he gasped. "You took it all."
She shook her head, the smile reaching her eyes. "We've only begun, Mike. This time I'll be on top."
He started to answer, but the words caught in his throat as Brenda's lips enveloped his prick, her tongue claiming the coating of mingled juices with slow sweeps that massaged the knob into almost instant response. He was hard before she could nibble her way to the thick base of his cock, the huge head filling her throat as she took as much of the shaft as her mouth could hold.
Satin's lips, soft, warm and delicious, covered his, and her tongue screwed itself inside his mouth, exploring teeth and gums in an erotic dance. His hand found a warm breast, cupping and fondling as the turgid nipple responded to his caress.
Even her kisses were unique, Mike admitted. The inquisitive tongue yielded to his eager suction, filling his mouth and reaching far back over his own lingual muscle until he wondered if he had not actually pulled it from the muscular root. Then, retreating inside her mouth, it became an elusive quarry, one which he chased about inside that delicious chamber until his own tongue ached with strain.
She maneuvered her body to feed one succulent nipple between his greedy lips, sighing with pleasure as he sucked the fleshy protuberance, circling it with hot licking and bathing it in his copious saliva.
He strained his jaw, drawing the pliant aureole into his mouth, his lips embracing a circular area of the firm mound. His teeth captured the nipple, holding it captive while his tongue punished the spongy tip, repeating the enjoyable performance when Satin switched the other tit to his eager mouth.
Brenda was going a little wild on his new erection, sucking with hot tugs that made his ass leap upward to cram the swollen prick into her gulping throat. Her fingers squeezed and pumped the base of his shaft, dipping occasionally to fondle his hairy balls and tease his asshole, its lips still tingling from the frigging of her agile tongue. That same tongue was now lapping the head of his cock with a twisting motion that sent thrills through Mike's nut sac, and encouraged his own feasting on Satin's delicious breasts.
"Now, Brenda!" Satin exclaimed, pulling her tit free of Mike's busy lips. "I believe he's ready."
The blonde slid her lips upward, lingering for a final tug at the swollen knob before releasing his prick, and Mike felt the tasty bud being pulled from his mouth as Satin prepared to mount him.
He opened his eyes to watch her graceful motions, his balls aching with desire as he saw the semen smeared lips of her pussy part and quiver when she spread her sleek thighs to straddle his hips. Her body arched slightly forward, and the big breasts swayed with the movement.
As if obeying some unspoken command, Brenda's hand sneaked between the angled thighs to grip Mike's cock, squeezing the base and drawing it into a vertical stance, the huge knob almost touching the pink furrow of Satin's splayed cunt.
Both Mike and Satin stared at the erotic scene, and Mike suppressed a groan as a sticky strand of semen laced vaginal juice slowly extended its viscous length to touch the tip of his rearing organ, a delicate connection which was, in its own way, more exciting than physical contact.
"Don't move, Mike," Satin warned. "Let me do the work."
Slowly, palms resting lightly on his heaving chest, she lowered her hips until the labial lips brushed the crown of his prick, its shaft held steady by Brenda's firm grip. She increased the pressure just enough to fit the rounded tip into the slitted oval of her pussy. Then, with controlled precision, she began moving back and forth, sliding the slippery lips over the sensitive glans in a caress that Mike found almost intolerable in its exquisite pleasure.
Just when he was ready to cry out in protest, she halted midway in her labial slide and forced the delicate lips down about the throbbing knob until the rim of the glans snapped through the clenching portal. Then, before he could fully savor the hot embrace, she wrenched upward and resumed the horizontal caress, smiling down at him as he gasped his desire for that torrid envelopment.
Mike felt an increased wetness about his glans, and he raised his head to stare at the junction of their bodies, his eyes gleaming when he realized what was happening. It was his own semen, seeping from Satin's cunt, lubricating and bathing his prick as she slid her labial lips back and forth against it.
His fingers curved about her thighs, sliding upward as he explored the expanse of tawny flesh, feeling the muscles ripple with her rhythmic mo-tions. His prick jerked and throbbed under the continued frictioning, and desire became a burning ache in his heavy balls.
Again, with unerring precision, she centered the torrid entrance and eased it downward, squeezing the prick with rapid clenchings as she sank down onto the meaty spear, her thighs trembling under his fingers as the cock expanded the vaginal walls with its broad head.
Thrills raced down the strutted prong, and Mike's hips shivered as he fought against the urge to force them upward, plunging his cock into that delightful snatch that nibbled its way downward with infuriating slowness.
The descending cuntal lips reached Brenda's encircling fingers, pausing as the girl released her grip and explored the juncture of their joined flesh, massaging the swollen nub of Satin's clitoris with knowing caresses. The hips quivered, and Mike groaned with the hot churning of her pussy about his engorged shaft.
Still clenching his cock with those delightful convulsions, Satin raised her hips, dragging the slippery tissues upward until the labia squeezed the rim of his glans. There, she paused, beginning a grinding motion that made it feel as though her cunt were revolving about the inserted head of his prong.
The pleasure was so intense that Mike wanted to scream. His prick jerked wildly, tugging the head against the pliant pussy lips with involuntary spasms that reached down into his churning balls. His hands left her thighs to reach out to either side, fingers clawing at the coverlet as he struggled to hold his hips motionless.
The juicy cunt slid downward again, surrounding his cock with spasming heat and wetness, halting before he was fully entrenched, and retreating to the crown.
He groaned aloud when Satin repeated the motion, fucking him with a gliding caress that aroused every nerve in his strutted prick, then massaged it with those rippling inner muscles that seemed possessed of individual volition.
Her breasts jiggled above his contorted features as she hunched up and down on his thick cock, the mixture of juices from their previous meshing spilling down the shaft to gather about the throbbing base and his swollen testicles. But always, she halted her descent short of complete acceptance, leaving him with a mounting anticipation that made him groan in frustration.
Faster, bouncing up and down on his prick, Satin pounded his trembling hips, giving her cunt a delicious twist at the peak of each stroke, and pausing short of the base as she forced the slippery jaws back down his shaft.
Mike cried out as the pleasure became too intense for further control. His cock jerked savagely within the clinging walls of Satin's dripping snatch, and she worked the labial lips upward until Mike was afraid she would lift her pussy completely off his prong. Instead, she tightened the mouth of her vagina about the throbbing knob and worked her hips in a rapid circling, massaging the most delicate portion of his prick at the very moment his first spurt of come surged upward through the wildly convulsing column.
She caught the glob of ropy sperm just inside the entrance, and Mike felt the vagina contract to suck the slippery offering inward. Her hips dropped to claim another inch of cock, and she swallowed the second jolt with that undulating cunt.
Farther and farther down the jerking shaft, Satin slid the flexing pussy, grinding the labia about the base of his prick as he delivered the last fiery jets directly into the spasming mouth of her womb, feeling the hot churning about the head of his cock increase his orgasmic ecstacy until his body arched in agonized convulsions.
His hips sank down onto the bed, and he heaved a labored sigh, convinced that he was completely drained. He hadn't come three times in a row since his wild teen years. But, locked in that cream filled pussy, his prick was still fully erect.
Slowly, ignoring his panted protests, Satin began fucking him again, lifting her ass just enough to friction the sensitive cock through the mushy heat of her exquisite cunt, the torrid lips squishing and blubbering about the throbbing base.
Mike managed to open his eyes, examining her face as she crouched over him, hunching those inventive hips with mechanical precision. Except for the flush of effort, her features were calm, the green eyes staring back into his with a little glitter of amusement.
It was beginning to feel good again, with that unique thrill that he knew meant he could spill yet another load of his sperm into her ravenous belly. His eyes signaled the awareness, and Satin smiled, still jiggling her pussy up and down with unbelievable speed.
"Relax, Mike," she purred, only a little breathlessness betraying her own participation. "I'm not going to take you all the way. I promised Brenda a treat, and I want you to give her something special."
With a graceful motion, she pulled her cunt up and off, letting his cock slap noisily back against his belly. He raised himself to his elbows to watch her lie back, spreading her legs wide, baring the cream laced lips of her cunt to the blond girl who quickly knelt and buried her face in the juicy cleft.
"Get behind her, Mike," Satin said, running her fingers through Brenda's hair and pushing her mouth more tightly against her pussy. Mike could hear the girl's greedy suction as she drew his semen from the woman's overflowing vagina, swallowing repeatedly and noisily. "But don't use the same method as before."
Her eyes told him more than her words, and Mike felt a wave of fresh desire at her command. Brenda, too, realized her intent, and she struggled to raise her head, giving a muffled cry that Satin stifled by forcing the girl's mouth back against her cunt.
His cock slippery with the liquid results of Satin's prolonged ride, Mike moved to kneel behind the blonde's rearing ass, gripping the swollen organ and aiming its bloated head at the tiny brown circle between her lovely buttocks.
Brenda's body tensed as he pressed the tip against her tender asshole, and again she tried to escape Satin's determined hold on her head. Her hips jerked and Mike wrapped one arm about them to hold her bottom in position as he added pressure to his engorged prong.
"Give it to her, Mike!" Satin exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "Make her take it all! Shove it in! Deep!"
He felt the powerful sphincter yield, and his prick snapped into her ass, sliding up into the flexing sheath of wriggling muscles. She struggled frantically to escape the enormous shaft that stretched and frictioned her tender anus, filling her belly with its throbbing bulk, but Mike added his other arm to his embrace of her hips, and forced the swollen cock deeper into the hot colon.
His belly slammed against the upper curve of her rump and he grunted with satisfaction and pleasure, holding his prick hilted while the muscles of her asshole fought to adjust about it.
Withdrawal was almost painful, for the torrid channel squeezed his prick with rhythmic convulsions, laving it with super-heated juices that slickened the passage and let his pole slide even deeper, his balls sliding and rolling in the soft wetness of her empty cunt.
His cock pulled back, tugging the clinging tissues with it, until the corona of his glans caught the flexing ring of her anus, making her hips buck more violently. Then, bending over her perspiring back, Mike rammed the shaft back into the slippery grip and began fucking her with furious strokes that jarred her crouched body and shoved her feasting mouth deeper into the V of Satin's thighs.
Once he had probed the depths of her ass, Brenda's squirms of attempted escape became wriggling hunches of cooperation, and Mike shifted his hands to those delightfully firm tits, pinching the nipples and kneading the big mounds as his cock pis-toned in and out of her anus, sawing the aroused nerves until the girl's whole body throbbed with the savage assault.
His whole crotch was soaked, and his cock was pulling still more juice from the girl's ass as he pis-toned the oily chute, discovering that his pleasure was more intense than before. It reached the point of near-orgasm and hovered there, knotting his belly and drawing his balls tighter as he worked his hips in a powerful hunching, reaching for the brass ring of ecstacy.
Satin released her hold on the girl's blond hair, for Brenda no longer sought anything other than more of the punishing packing of her squirming asshole. With her head free, she licked Satin's dripping cunt with broad sweeps of her hot tongue, occasionally thrusting it into the pulsating oval and flicking the juice coated walls, sucking the liquid into her mouth and swallowing it with avid gulps. Her lips gripped the distended clitoris, holding it captive while her lingual muscle massaged the tip, causing Satin to buck the splayed crotch upward, grinding the pussy against Brenda's mouth.
Mike panted for breath, and his thighs ached with the strain of continued hunching, but he could not slow the repetition of plunge and withdrawal. Brenda was slamming her ass cheeks back to meet each thrust, and working her internal muscles about his prick as it bored through the seething corridor.
His orgasm, when it finally ripped through his balls, was unbelievably violent, tearing at his nerves with fiery fingers as his prick jolted the steaming globs of come into the girl's ass. Each one brought a stab of pleasure so intense that Mike grunted and jammed his exploding cock deeper in the churning depths of the spasming ass.
Spurt after spurt spilled into Brenda's belly, sucked deeper by her answering contractions, and Mike felt a sudden twinge of fear. Never before had he shot so many individual seminal arrows, and he could feel the tightening of his own asshole as the cream continued to surge up through his savagely jerking cock.
The last feeble spurt emerged, and he collapsed atop Brenda's back, moaning with lingering pleasure and completely exhausted. Her anal muscles rippled about his diminishing prick, trying to hold it when it slid limply from her dripping asshole.
As he lay panting, he heard Brenda's continued slurping in Satin's cunt, but the sound no longer aroused him. For one of the few times in his life, Mike had had all the sex he could handle.
His cock remained flaccid in the shower, even when Brenda, sent with him by an amused Satin, sucked it completely inside her mouth and wallowed it about with her tongue.
Bathed and dressed again, he confronted Satin with the new contract she had asked him to draw. She shook her head, smiling at his frown of disappointment. Her lush body hidden behind a frilly negligee, she waved the papers away.
"You've been such a good boy, Mike," she said teasingly, "that I think I'll change the policy once more. Can your company handle a quarter of a million?"
Mike fought the sudden downward motion of his jaw, his brain calculating percentages and arriving at a figure that would solve his financial problems for the next year.
"Without any difficulty," he assured her. "When would you like me to present it?"
"Suppose you prepare it," Satin answered. "I'll call you in a day or so." She smiled suggestively. "You wouldn't mind another visit?"
Mike managed a weak smile. "The client," he murmured, "is always right."
As Mike left the room, Satin called Brenda to her side, waiting until the door was closed before ordering, "Get Mrs. Traynor on the phone. I've just had a marvelous idea."
CHAPTER THREE
Lisa Traynor was trembling when the taxi deposited her in front of the Gentry mansion, and she tipped the equally impressed driver much more than she had intended.
For almost twenty four hours she had been torn with indecision, wanting to tell Mike about the telephone call, yet hesitating for fear it would endanger a possibly lucrative sale.
Miss Gentry had been quite friendly during their brief conversation, but she had failed to give any specific reason for the invitation. For Lisa, no reason was necessary. Wealth had always attracted her, and everything about the Gentry name spelled money.
She wondered how Mike had reacted to such splendor. Poor Mike. He was working much too hard. Only last night, he had fallen asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. Lisa had been disappointed, for she had wanted that big cock of his in the worst way.
An extremely attractive maid showed Lisa through the ornate foyer and up the wide, deeply carpeted stairs, explaining that Miss Gentry would receive Lisa in her room.
Moments later, she found herself staring with admiring eyes at one of the loveliest women she had ever seen, exchanging banalities while her eyes sneaked glances at the magnificent breasts and sleek thighs that peeked from behind the flimsy negligee.
"I wouldn't want Mr. Traynor to know about this little visit," Satin explained, "but I found his affection for you so unusual that I felt I just had to meet you in person."
Lisa adjusted her hips on the chair, thrilled by the compliment and by Satin's obvious sincerity. She noticed that her skirt had crept high above her knees, and she reached for it, tugging it downward.
"Please, don't," Satin said huskily, her green eyes resting boldly on the delicate curves. "You have such lovely legs."
Lisa felt her face redden, but another sensation came suddenly to her attention. Between her thighs, the soft lips of her cunt were beginning to tingle with desire. She moistened her lips nervously.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you, Miss Gentry," she managed.
"Call me Satin, Lisa," the woman urged, easing the negligee aside and extending one slender leg, revealing the entrancing curve of the lush thigh all the way up to the delicate crease where it joined her hip. "I'm glad you're not afraid to admire another woman, Lisa. Personally, I find the female body a most fascinating creation."
Lisa stared at the revealed loveliness, finding the tingling in her crotch becoming an identifiable hunger. She felt her breasts rising and falling with quick, short breaths.
"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen," Lisa heard herself saying, and gasped at her own boldness.
Satin's green eyes glittered. "Would you like to see it, Lisa?" she asked in a throaty voice.
Lisa could only nod, finding herself helpless as the eyes held her captive, increasing the throbbing need in her loins.
Satin stood up, slender fingers toying with the sash of the expensive negligee. "I'd feel much more at ease if we both did it," she suggested.
"What if someone comes in?" Lisa gasped, realizing how ridiculous that was in the Gentry mansion.
"We'll be alone," Satin assured her. "And I do want to see that lovely body." She waved her hand expressively. "I find that clothes complicate personalities. Without them, we can be ourselves."
Lisa stood up, hands moving nervously as she slipped out of her jacket and began unbuttoning the clinging blouse, suddenly glad that she hadn't worn a bra. Her breasts seemed to strain for release, and the nipples were almost painfully swollen.
"Beautiful" Satin whispered as Lisa shed the blouse and the firm tits shoved their rosy tips forward in happy freedom. "Don't stop, darling! Let me see everything!"
Kicking off her shoes, Lisa hooked the waist of her skirt and eased it downward, wiggling her hips to work the garment over their generous swell. Only the panty-hose remained, and Satin halted her movement to roll them down.
"Wait, darling!" she said softly. "Let me do that."
Lisa's legs trembled at the suggestion, her eyes widening as Satin loosed the sash of her negligee and let the single garment float to the floor. She found it impossible to halt the exclamation that rose to her moist lips.
"Oh, my god!"
She tried to look everywhere at once, feasting her eyes on the proud breasts with their finger sized nipples, then devouring that glorious forest of raven curls where the statuesque thighs converged below the slight swell of a flawless belly.
Without hesitation, Satin moved nearer, placing her fingers on Lisa's hips with a touch that made her quiver and close her eyes as the hands rolled the panty-hose down. Lisa was hardly aware of the movement of her feet as she stepped out of the final wisp of cloth and stood naked, face to face with the beautiful heiress.
Lisa's eyes opened, finding Satin's face almost touching her own, the green eyes soft and inviting, and the red lips moist and parted. She gave a muted whimper as a hot trickle of juice seeped through the lips of her own excited quim, and her mouth opened for the woman's kiss.
A few times, in the past, she and Carol had kissed like that, swirling their tongues together and sucking the warm saliva of each other's mouth. But they had always known that the kisses were an end in themselves. This time, with a certainty that increased the wetness of her aroused pussy, Lisa knew that the kiss was but a prelude to complete surrender.
"Have you ever been loved by another woman?" Satin asked gently. Her hands glided over Lisa's trembling hips and ass with a confidence that was both reassuring and delightful. There was no hint of urgency in the tingling caress, and Lisa felt the tenseness drain from her body, only to be replaced by a pounding desire for the beautiful creature whose lips had already demonstrated their willingness to reciprocate.
She wanted to shake her head, but the deep pools of luminescent green demanded truth, and Lisa could not refuse.
"Once," she whispered, knowing that her voice would shatter if she raised it. "I was only a child."
Satin's fingertips fluttered between Lisa's buttocks, neither hesitant nor bold, but producing and exquisite tingling as they feathered die sensitive cleft with a skillful caress.
"Did you like it?" The question was voiced with such gentleness that Lisa knew her answer, whatever it was, would be understood.
"I was frightened," she admitted. "It was so ... so strange."
"Are you frightened now?" Satin's lips were so close that Lisa could feel the words in the warm exhalation.
"No!" she moaned, just before the wet mouth claimed hers again. "God, no!"
The voluptuous body molded its curves against her, one firm breast fitting its warm mound between her own jutting tits, and the belly pressing hers as Satin pushed her steaming crotch into the chestnut curls of Lisa's cunt.
Lisa felt herself being lowered onto the huge circular bed, and she opened both arms and legs in unspoken surrender as Satin's hips fitted themselves between her thighs to press that raven-haired mound against its enflamed counterpart.
She widened the angle of her parted thighs and pushed her tingling crotch upward, feeling the wiry curls separate as the plump lips of Satin's cunt began rubbing over and through her own labial cleft. Lisa's ass bucked violently when her clitoris was trapped for one nerve jangling instant by the sliding ridge of membranous flesh, and her vaginal juices rushed out to blend with the slippery effusion of the frictioning pussy.
Inside, her belly churned with a sensation greater than desire, dissolving restraint and heightening the pleasure that emanated from her spasming cuntal lips. She opened her mouth wider and welcomed Satin's delicious tongue, sucking it with a happy awareness that the lingual muscle was only a temporary substitute for the thing she really wanted.
The burning lips effected a release and kissed their way over her delicate throat, blazing a moist trail up the slope of one resilient breast, avoiding the strutted nipple, but licking the responsive aureole until it glistened with saliva.
Around and around the base of the swollen tip, Satin flicked her warm tongue, narrowing the circle with each erotic sweep until the tip of the caressing member brushed the spongy finger. Making an oval of her lips, Sarin exhaled her warm breath on the nipple while her tongue worked from side to side, sliding over the engorged bud and off again, causing it to quiver with the sudden release.
Then, with a suddenness that made Lisa gasp, Satin's mouth enveloped the spongy nipple, sucking it with wet tugs and flaying it with a constant frictioning of her flattened tongue. Lisa's hips writhed as the incredible pleasure washed downward through her naked body to where her pussy jammed its slippery jaws against Satin's lush hip.
Just when Lisa was sure she could stand no more, the slavering lips moved to the other tit, nibbling and nursing until the entire mound was coated with the spilled saliva.
Downward, lapping her way over the lovely curves, Satin moved her mouth to the delicate indentation of Lisa's navel, twisting her tongue into it as her torso positioned itself and one finger-sized nipple plunged its stiffness into Lisa's juicy cunt.
Deftly, expertly, the insinuating protuberance moved about in its new-found nest, teasing the nerve laced entrance with a quick jiggling, the firm mound massaging the silk-lined slit and pressing to excite the prominent clitoris.
When Satin withdrew the nipple, it was drenched with Lisa's vaginal juices, glistening wetly as it quivered with her movements. She wriggled lower, her face hovering directly above the splayed lips of the aroused cunt, and her soft fingers slipped between the thighs to touch the pouting labial ridges and spread them farther apart.
Lisa gave an involuntary cry as she felt her cunt open, and Satin's warm breath fanned the delicate membrane. Then, as the tip of that dancing tongue flicked her exposed lovebud, Lisa's ass surged upward, jamming her excited pussy tightly against Satin's open mouth.
The tongue bored into her slit, flattening to friction the labial ring, and licking from side to side in the shivering tunnel of her vagina. The lips tightened, beginning a suction that pulled the creamy juces from deep within, and Satin claimed them with quick swallowing.
Lisa's body shook with the pleasure of a climax that clamped her cuntal lips about the probing tongue, and Satin stroked the meaty wedge in and out as the tremors peaked and faded. Then she returned to her feasting, scooping the tart exudation from the convulsing sheath and gulping it with soft whimpers of enjoyment.
Mouth and tongue sucked and ravished the tender pussy, sending repeated orgasms tearing through its undulating interior, each one spilling itself in liquid release into the greedy mouth that would not be satisfied.
Suddenly, Lisa felt the woman's hands lifting her thighs, elevating the spread cheeks of her ass. The hot tongue danced down over the tightly stretched perineal plane and wriggled its daring tip against her sensitive anus, pressing questioningly against the forbidden doorway.
"Yes!" Lisa wailed, her head rolling on the soft pillow and her hips straining to effect the connection. "Oh, yes!"
There was a moment of anxiety as the tongue battled the powerful sphincter. Then, with one determined thrust, Lisa felt the throbbing muscle penetrate her asshole, worming its way into the flexing sleeve of nerve lined tissue, fucking her with powerful jolts that kept her hips jerking with a string of firecracker orgasms, each one seeming to reach all the way to her toes, waving in the air as she pushed her asshole farther onto the probing tongue.
The climaxes had left her cunt gurgling with fluid, and Satin returned to claim it with vacuuming lips, making Lisa come even more powerfully when she clamped her teeth about the swollen clitoris and sucked it while her slender finger eased its full length into Lisa's asshole.
The hands and mouth withdrew, and her legs lowered to the bed, trembling as her pussy continued to quiver with lingering ecstasy. Then, with a fluid grace, Satin straddled her shoulders and Lisa found herself staring up into the dripping jaws of that inviting cunt.
Avidly, Lisa shoved her mouth into the slippery trench, pursing her hungry lips and forcing them into the vaginal entrance, sucking with noisy slurps as the tart effusion filled her mouth and slid down her gulping throat.
Her hands clasped the writhing cheeks of the marvelous ass, pulling the delicious pussy against her lips and teeth. Her tongue raced up into the slippery sleeve and wriggled with happy caresses of the vaginal walls, then slid in and out with forceful strokes that brought gasps of pleasure from the kneeling heiress as she delivered more of the orgasmic dew into the greedy mouth.
Lisa wanted to taste that gorgeous asshole, but Satin dismounted with a soft protest, bending to kiss the cream-smeared lips and lick the juice from about them.
"Rest a moment, darling," Satin told her. She started to rise, then settled back on the edge of the big bed, tracing an imaginary circle about the tip of Lisa's left breast.
"Do you remember the girl who brought you up here?" she asked. When Lisa nodded, she went on. "I'd like for her to join us, if you don't mind. Brenda is a most cooperative creature, and I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind."
There was no hesitation in Lisa's response. "I don't mind. An hour ago, I would have been scared to death. Now, I feel as if I could do anything."
She watched Satin's magnificent ass as the woman disappeared through one of the three doors in the large room. Then, stretching luxuriously, Lisa touched her moist crotch and arched her body.
The girl, she recalled, reminded her of Carol. They were both blond, and the cute maid was extremely young, perhaps no older than Carol. She was uncertain as to what Satin had in mind, but Lisa found herself becoming excited at the thought of exploring the girl's tender snatch as she had Satin's.
The excitement soared to fever pitch when Satin returned, leading the girl and blocking Lisa's view until the door had closed. She moved aside, and Lisa sat up with a startled ay.
The lovely blonde was completely naked, with high tilted breasts and perfectly rounded buttocks. But Lisa stared in amazement at the two fully erect pricks that rose in obvious readiness from between her slender thighs, one in front and the other seeming to sprout from between her firm buttocks.
Satin saw Lisa's expression, and she gave a throaty chuckle. "They're only dildoes, Lisa," she explained. "That's why she's moving so carefully."
Brenda gave Lisa a strained smile, and walked awkwardly to the bed, turning to supply a close up view of the life-like shafts.
"They're both doubles," Satin said, touching the one that angled upward from the girl's crotch. "Brenda is hardly able to contain them both, but she enjoys them so much that the slight discomfort is really a small price to pay."
Lisa stared more closely. To Brenda, she said, "Does it really feel like a man's cock?"
The blonde's voice was husky with strain as she answered, "It does when someone is on the other end."
"There's one for each of us, Lisa," Satin explained. "Which one do you want?"
Lisa's eyes climbed and clashed with the blonde's expectant stare. Quickly, she answered, "The front."
Carefully, Brenda deposited her young body on the bed, lying on her side and facing Lisa, the huge dildo rearing its rubber head almost to her dainty navel.
Satin lay down behind the girl and moved into position. Brenda's face contorted as the woman's actions forced the dildo deeper into her ass. Behind her, Satin gave a sigh of pleasure, impaling herself on the rubber prick.
"Just put it in like a regular cock," Brenda whispered. "Then, when you start pumping, we both get screwed."
Lisa was apprehensive. It was one thing to trade tongues with Satin, and something far different to have her pussy filled with that thick rod of amazingly fleshlike rubber. Perhaps, she mused, it would be easier if she accepted the girl first.
She slid her body forward, pressing her ripe tits against the girl's smaller, but quite adequate breasts, sliding nipple against nipple and feeling the hard shaft between their bellies.
Brenda met her kiss with eager lips and swirling tongue, her arm urging Lisa closer, then dropping to caress the curve of her ass. As Lisa sucked the sweet tongue, she felt the rhythmic jolting as Satin worked her hips against the girl's bottom, riding the dildo and sliding it in and out of Brenda's asshole.
Still holding her mouth against the succulent lips, Lisa reached down and curled her fingers about the huge cock, finding that it felt as real as it looked. She could even slide the pliant outer sheath up and down the pole, and Brenda's tongue signaled her awareness of the movement.
Eagerly, now that her decision had been made, Lisa fitted the rounded tip between the lips of her slippery cunt and eased her hips forward. Ecstacy radiated throughout her belly as her vaginal walls expanded about the cock, the nerves dancing with the frictioning as it slid deeper into the hungry channel.
Connected by the thick shaft, Lisa could now feel Satin's strokes inside her pussy, transmitted through the girl's body until she could almost believe Satin was fucking her.
Her hips began moving, sliding her pussy over the thrusting cock and seeking a rhythm that would harmonize with Satin's powerful hunches. Brenda, linked now to both females, added her own pelvic motions, and the prick frictioned in and out of Lisa's snatch with a realism that brought her to a jerking climax within seconds, lubricating her cunt and permitting the rubber cock to ram full length into her spasming vagina.
Lisa's hands explored the girl's body, circling the curve of her hips to feel Satin's belly slamming against them as she satisfied herself on the second dildo, ramming it into the steaming ass with each thrust.
Satin added her own caress, reaching around to finger the slick shaft upon which Lisa repeatedly impaled her voracious cunt, then following the hunching hips to tease the throbbing clitoris until Lisa was whimpering with the unbelievable thrills of the strange union.
Brenda, sandwiched between the pounding hips, her cunt and ass frictioned with their every movement, came repeatedly. The internal convulsions of her orgasms were felt by both Lisa and Satin as the dildos jerked and quivered in their own spasming pussies.
At first, with the cocks just beginning their magical work, they had exchanged soft exclamations of expressed pleasure. Then, as the pleasure became gut-wrenching ecstacy, there were only the throaty cries as their cunts sucked wetly and noisily up and down the juice and slickened spears.
Lisa was the first to pull away, but her pussy clamped the rubber prick so tightly that it was tugged from Brenda's slit. When Lisa rolled aside, and onto her back, the dildo protruded from her aching cunt in distended beauty.
Satin was upon her like a tiger, pulling her snatch from the other contrivance and mounting Lisa with a fury that was almost frightening. Forcing her legs apart, she slipped her dripping labial jaws into the exposed shaft, shoving them down until she could embrace Lisa with complete penetration of both their cunts.
For several moments, Lisa's response was desultory. She returned the embrace, and surrendered her tongue to Satin's demanding kiss, but her hips moved only enough to adjust to the internal pressure of the dildo.
Then, crying out at the suddenness of it, Lisa came alive. Satin's powerful vaginal muscles tightened about the prick and tugged it almost free of Lisa's slit, then rammed to in again, repeating the delightful thrust as her ass rose and fell between the girl's contracting thighs.
Lisa's hips rocked and twisted, grinding her pussy about the pistoning cock and reaching up to meet those magnificent hips that pounded hers with jarring force. She was being fucked, she realized. She was doing nothing to Satin. Satin was balling her as though the cock was a natural extension of her own body, and Lisa could almost believe that the plunging shaft would spurt a fiery seminal bath when the woman reached her orgasm.
Caught up in the savagery of the assault, Lisa wrapped her legs about Satin's arched waist and let her soaring response become a shattering explosion of ecstacy in her convulsing pussy.
Sobbing from the magnitude of her unprecedented climax, Lisa hardly felt it when Brenda forced her own dildo into her ass. The girl had shifted the rubber prong to her own pussy, and joined Satin in her ravishing of the lovely visitor.
Packed from front and rear, yet finding each frictioning thrust wonderful beyond belief, Lisa came until her belly ached with emptiness, finding that the ache worsened when the two huge pricks withdrew.
Her legs were weak as she said goodbye to Satin in the large foyer, her still whirling brain trying vainly to equate the poised and aloof woman with the animal who had practically raped her only minutes before.
"I'm planning a weekend on my yacht," Satin announced, holding Lisa's hand in her slender fingers, "and I want you to share it with me." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "Of course, I'll have to extend the invitation to your husband. But it will provide an opportunity for us."
Lisa tried to hide her excitement. "I don't think I should tell Mike about being here," she said. "He might feel that I was interfering in his business."
Satin nodded her acceptance of that logic. "Then I won't mention it," she promised. "In fact, I think I'll have Mr. Traynor bring the contract on the cruise. I can sign it then."
As Lisa's taxi crunched to a halt outside, Satin pressed her lips in a soft kiss, smiling as the cab pulled away.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jimmy Blalock braked his car in front of the Traynor house and climbed out, checking his reflection in the side mirror and approving with a mental nod.
He would like to be a couple of inches taller than his five feet, eleven inches. But, as he liked to boast, those two inches had been tacked onto his cock, and he would rather have them there than anywhere else.
Pressing the button beside the door, he leaned against the jamb with relaxed shoulders, one lock of brown hair almost covering his low-lidded eyes.
Lisa Traynor opened the door, smiling as she greeted him. "Carol won't be home for about an hour, Jimmy," she said. "She called a few minutes ago, and asked me to have you wait for her."
The youth sauntered into the living room, thrusting his hands into his hip pockets, a position that tugged his jeans more tightly over the already crowded crotch. His grin broadened when he saw Lisa's eyes fall to the prominent bulge and narrow in feminine approval. His own gaze roamed up and down her lush body, and he felt his cock begin swelling at the thought of humping her ass.
It wasn't the first time he had thought about it. The first time Carol had introduced him to her older sister, Jimmy had catalogued the chestnut-haired Lisa as a potential piece, and each succeeding visit had made him more aware of the woman's desirability. The only drawback was her husband. Mike Traynor was a big bastard, and Jimmy wanted no part of him. However, if Mike didn't know about it, a romp with his wife would bolster Jimmy's ego considerably. Having failed to get more than his finger into Carol's snatch, Jimmy could use all the ego boosters available.
"How's Mike doing?" Jimmy asked, still keeping his pelvis pushed forward as his cock ridged the tightly stretched jeans in obvious swelling.
"He's working hard," Lisa answered, trying to look away from the boy's crotch, but finding her eyes unable to leave the exciting view. Since that unbelievable experience with Satin and Brenda, she had been unable to think of anything but sex.
Jimmy moved his left knee outward, causing the engorged shaft to tent the denim with its attempted rise. He saw Lisa's lips part and her eyes narrow.
"Are you expecting him home pretty soon?" he asked.
She shook her head. "He won't be home for all hours."
Jimmy took a step toward her, watching the quick rise and fall of her big tits beneath the thin housedress, and wondering if there was anything but Lisa Traynor under there. Somehow, she struck him as the type who wouldn't wear panties around the house.
"That means," Jimmy said, dropping his voice, "that there'll be just you and me 'til Carol gets home."
Until then, Lisa hadn't considered the possibility that the youth would do more than steal a quick peek at her tits or her bottom. Even the erection had been accepted as a perfectly natural phenomenon, indicating nothing more than the usual horniness of the younger generation. But the suggestion in his tone was unmistakable.
Lisa felt her nipples stiffen perceptibly, and an exciting warmth crept into the lush mound between her thighs. She ran the point of her tongue across her upper lip.
"You sound disappointed, Jimmy," she said teasingly. "I must be getting older than I thought."
His eyes were bold as they danced up and down, lingering just above her knees where the short dress permitted a tantalizing preview of her rounded thighs. The tent in his jeans gave a pronounced jerk.
"You're not much older than I am," he countered. "Carol's fifteen, so I guess you're about nineteen or twenty."
"Flatterer," she smiled. "I'm twenty-four, and you know it. Carol delights in pointing out that I'm nine years older than she."
He took another step, almost touching the tips of her breasts with his broad chest. "That makes you mature, Mrs. Traynor, not old."
Lisa felt as though her nipples were trying to reach out toward him as she said, "You call my husband Mike. Why don't you call me Lisa?"
His eyelids lowered and his handsome mouth moved expressively. "Want to make that official?" he murmured.
A little uncertainly, Lisa answered, "Sure."
She gasped when he stepped forward, sliding his arms about her waist and jamming that burgeoning hardness against her belly. Her lips were still parted as his mouth covered hers, and she felt her tongue sucked out to dance wildly as his chest massaged the strutted nipples of her unfettered tits.
Lisa's hands caught the boy's shoulders, pushing half-heartedly for a moment before drifting up to pull his feasting lips more tightly against hers. She shifted her hips and felt the throbbing length of his cock collide with her hungry cuntal mound, igniting a fire deep inside her vagina.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed, managing to free her mouth from his. "You don't waste any time!"
His hands were squeezing her buttocks, the fingers testing the thin dress and confirming his suspicion that she wore no panties. He jammed his middle even closer, grinding his hard against her crotch and trying to insert one knee between her legs. . "We don't have but an hour," he reminded her. "I don't want to waste it."
Committed, now, Lisa grinned at his flushed face. "Are you trying to tell me you can last that long?" she asked teasingly.
He was bolder, assured of his conquest. "Lady, I can last all night, especially with a chick like you."
She chuckled derisively. "I've heard that before. I'll bet you can't last ten minutes."
He moved his hips, working his prong back and forth over the warm mound. "Try me, woman I" he grated. "I'll show you!"
Lisa forced his arms away and stepped back, trying to regain her own composure. Her cunt was palpitating like crazy, and she could feel the wetness seeping from the quivering lips.
"That's an old trick," she reminded him. "You tell a girl you're a real stud. Then, when you get what you want, you pull your pants up and take off." She shook her head. "No, thanks!"
He tried to pull her into his arms again, but she wriggled free, making sure her tits slid against him with the movement. Jimmy's voice was desperate with desire.
"How the hell can I show you, if you won't let me?" he demanded.
Her eyes twinkled. "I tell you what I'll do," she said, making her voice low and suggestive. "If you'll agree to keep your hands to yourself, I'll bring you off in less than ten minutes."
He leered, his eyes eager. "Or what?" he asked huskily. His cock seemed about to burst through the trousers.
"I'll use my hand," she smiled. "If you win, I'll let you do it."
His hand flashed to his zipper, but he waited, staring at her lips. "Do what?" he asked, wanting to hear the words.
Lisa's answering grin was tight. "Ill let you fuck me!" she said in a soft voice. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
He started to nod, and a little frown dropped his brows. "What if I lose?" he said. "I still get my rocks off!"
"And you get to eat me out," Lisa smiled. "Do you still think you can last that long?"
Jimmy's lips curved. "Baby, that ain't no threat! I dig that kind of action."
"Maybe I've underestimated you, Jimmy," she admitted. "Come on, into the bedroom. We've already lost five minutes."
He followed the swaying hips through the narrow hallway and into a dimly lighted room where Lisa quickly threw the spread back on the double bed, pointing commandingly.
"On your back, Junior," she said. "Want to take your clothes off?"
"Will you?"
Without answering, Lisa tugged the dress upward and over her head, shaking her brown hair and enjoying the boy's admiring stare. She ran her fingers through the curls about her aroused slit.
"Are you gonna look?" she asked, "or participate?"
He stripped off the shirt and unzipped his slacks, his prick jerking upward with release as the pants slid down and off. Lisa had to fight the urge to grab the lovely shaft. Just the sight of it brought another hot gush of juice to the lips of her cunt.
Jimmy wiggled his hips, making the strutted cock wave back and forth, tugging at the hairy balls that swung heavily between his muscular thighs.
"Wouldn't you rather just let me slip this thing to you?" he whispered. "I'll bet you've never seen one this big."
"We're betting on staying power, Jimmy," she reminded him. "Lie down and check your watch."
She had to admit that the lad was well-hung. The thick shaft that reared over his belly as he stretched out on the bed was easily eight inches long, and swollen so hard that the shiny head was strained with tautness. Her pussy ached to feel it sliding up inside her, but she rejected the temptation to simply climb atop the naked youth and satisfy that aching need. The session with Satin and Brenda had taught her that there was much more pleasure to be had by taking the indirect approach.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she placed one hand on his thigh, positioning it so she could touch his balls by lifting her thumb.
"How much time do I have?" she asked.
"Nine minutes," the youth groaned. "For god's sake! Do something!"
Lisa pressed her fingertips against the base of his shaft and trailed them upward along the swollen ventral ridge to the sensitive V of the strutted glans. The prick pulsated furiously and jerked upward toward his belly, yielding a glob of jism that clung lovingly to the satin tip.
She curled her palm about the prick as far as the fingers would reach, using her thumb to spread the slippery lubricant over the flaring head, squeezing the throbbing hardness and feeling it swell in response.
Jimmy's hips pushed upward, urging her to begin that delightful stroking, and she cooperated by sliding her grip up and down the pole, pulling the loose skin down until the head strained with pressure, then sliding it up to cap the shining tip.
"Ahhhh!" Jimmy breathed, rocking his ass in time with her rhythmic strokes. "You know how it's done!"
Without pausing in her labors, Lisa asked, "Doesn't Carol ever do this for you?" For the first time, she admitted to herself that her younger sister was no longer the starry-eyed innocent of yesterday.
"Yeah," the boy grunted. "But she doesn't have your touch. She just bangs away at it."
Tightening her grip and pumping a little faster, she asked the question uppermost in her mind. "How is she at the real thing, Jimmy?"
"Are you kidding?" he exclaimed. "She keeps a lock on that thing! All I get from her is a quick pump job."
Lisa hid her surprise. Carol had blossomed into womanhood during the past couple of years, and, although wanting to think of her as still virginal, the thought was difficult when Carol displayed those ripe tits and that constantly wiggling ass.
Her hand moved faster, the palm slick with his juice, sliding up and down the cock and squeezing the huge knob at the peak of each stroke. She raised the thumb of the other hand and nudged his balls, sliding the heavy sac back and forth as she frigged him.
"How much time?" she hissed.
"Five minutes!" Jimmy groaned. "Goddamn! It's good!"
He arched his neck to stare down over his belly, his hot gaze taking in the swaying breasts that hovered close to the oozing head of his cock.
"Can't I touch you?" he begged, his eyes hungry.
She wagged her head, grinning at his discomfort, her hand flogging away at the strutted prong, milking it to increase the slippery juice on her gliding palm.
Suddenly, she leaned forward, steering one distended nipple until it touched the tip of his prick. Her hand tugged the prepuce upward, sliding it about the nipple and trapping it against the throbbing glans. Holding it there, she moved her torso, grinding the spongy tip against the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" the lad gasped, his hips jerking. "That's not fair! You said you'd just use your hand!"
"Want me to stop?" she asked, still massaging him with the tip of her breast.
"Hell, no!" he groaned. "Damn the bet! Just make me come!"
"How much time?" she demanded.
His eyes were glazed as he tried to focus on his wrist watch. "Three minutes! I can't hold it that long!"
"Sure, you can!" she encouraged him. "Think about something else."
"How the hell can I think about something else with you jamming that tit on my cock like that?" he exclaimed. "It feels like a hot tongue!"
Lisa moistened her lips and pulled her breast away from the knob, her hand skinning the cock back until the tip shuddered.
"No, Jimmy, baby," she murmured, leaning over his shuddering hips. "A hot tongue feels like this!"
Jimmy yelped in surprised delight as Lisa took the head and the next two inches of his prick inside her mouth, swirling her tongue about the huge knob and compressing her lips to begin a quick, savage suction. Her hand, slippery with his spilled jism, pumped vigorously around the base of the rearing shaft, aided by the convulsive hunches of the lad's trembling ass.
Lisa was almost as surprised as he was. She hadn't intended going down on him, but the glistening head of the thing had looked so inviting that she couldn't resist it. Now, with the salty tartness of the pre-come activating her salivary glands, she sucked his cock with deep, satisfying tugs, stabbing the oozing slit with the pointed tip of her writhing tongue.
Her hand slid from his thigh to shape the warm fingers about the dual globes of his large balls, rolling and squeezing with just enough pressure to force more of that slippery juice up through the shaft and into her greedy mouth. She gulped the diluted mixture with quick swallows, pulling more and more of the throbbing prick inside, and beginning to work her lips up and down the engorged column.
Jimmy's legs stiffened, and his heels drummed the bed as the incredible pleasure mounted, roaring through his sperm laden balls and loosing the load of ropy semen he had boasted she could not make him yield.
Lisa snorted as the first thick spurt splashed against her writhing tongue. The taste and texture of the come filled her mouth, and she sucked voraciously, the creamy liquid sliding down her gulping throat, each drop increasing her lust until she forced her lips down the shaft and took the spitting head of his cock deep in her throat, massaging it with the greedy swallowing.
Her cunt spasmed with each jet of that youthful sperm, the vaginal walls shuddering and clenching in anticipation of the fucking she was determined to give the boy. But her mouth continued its pumping until she had pulled the last delicious drop of come from the jerking cock.
"Oh, goddamn!" Jimmy groaned when she sucked her way up the pole and let the head snap from her lips. "You almost pulled my guts out!"
With a husky chuckle, Lisa swung one leg across his hips and grabbed his still erect prick, lowering her cuntal jaws onto the swollen head. She gasped as she felt her pussy lips expand to accept it, and the pulsating meat stretched her vagina to slide up into the undulating passageway. Easing her hips down to take the cock into her belly, she glared down at the lad's excited face.
"You wanted to fuck!" she hissed, her teeth clamped together with the strain of acceptance. "Now, goddamn you! Fuck!"
Jimmy grunted a happy agreement, shoving his pelvis upward to meet her descending hips. He gripped the narrow waist with both hands and pulled her onto his cock with a fierceness she had not anticipated. His pole rammed into the tight channel and jabbed her womb with its throbbing knob, packing her cunt until she gasped with the strain, her eyes bulging and her teeth grinding as she felt her pussy impale itself on the huge prong.
"I'll fuck you!" the youth exclaimed. "I'll ball you so friggin' hard you won't be able to walk for a week!"
From the size of that monster that stretched her pussy, Lisa could almost believe the lad capable of doing exactly that. But she tightened the muscles of her cunt about the shaft and began sliding up and down on its meaty hardness.
"You just hang on, Junior!" she panted. "I'll do the screwing!"
She bounced her lush ass up and down, feeling the young cock drive in and out of her cunt, frictioning the walls and tugging her excited clitoris down to where it was squeezed by the throbbing meat. Her juices coated the prong, and the channel loosened enough to permit a more savage thrusting. Lisa supplied the pelvic hunches that carried the lips of her cunt from base to helmet of the stiff probe.
Jimmy fucked back, slamming his hips up to hilt his prick in her juicy snatch, grunting as the pussy churned about his cock and squeezed it more tightly than her hand had managed at the beginning.
Lisa arched her torso forward and down, still riding his cock as she fed one swollen nipple into his willing mouth, feeling him begin sucking and ton-guing the tender tip with hot wet lashings.
"That's the way, Jimmy!" she moaned, a tingling climax shivering through her sliding cunt. "Suck it hard! Bite it!"
He trapped the spongy nipple between his teeth and began chewing just hard enough to make Lisa cry out and hunch more wildly, her ass twisting from side to side as her cunt convulsed and her torrid juices gurgled about the pistoning tool.
She tugged her tit from his mouth and gave him the other one, grinning savagely as she heard her pussy squishing in its repeated climbs and slides. It was the kind of fucking she enjoyed most, wet and messy. She would have liked it even more if she had been on the bottom, so the spilling fluids could run down the crack of her ass, bathing her winking anus in their warm wetness.
Her hips altered their rhythm. She jammed her cunt onto the prick, keeping the huge pole buried in her belly while she jiggled her ass up and down to create a violent frictioning, manipulating her internal muscles to massage the head of his cock with the mushy tissues.
Jimmy's voice was muffled by her tit as he cried, "Oh, shit! I'm gonna come!"
Lisa pumped faster, fighting back her own climax so she could more fully enjoy his ejaculation. Her quivering flanks tensed and relaxed as she bounced on his cock, hammering the lips of her enflamed cunt against the drenched curls about its thick base. Her pussy seemed to brace itself for the shower of delicious semen that bubbled in Jimmy's balls.
She heard a sharp intake of breath from the open doorway, and her head turned just as the jerking cock sent its first spurt of come sizzling against the mouth of her womb. She was helpless to halt her own climax, and her pussy was sucking greedily on the jetting prick as she found herself staring into her sister's surprised face.
Carol was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping. But she was not looking at her sister's eyes. She was staring directly at their grinding crotches, where Jimmy's thick dong disappeared into the clenching circle of Lisa's spasming pussy.
Ecstacy roared through Lisa's belly with each volley of the hot cream, and she could not still the answering surge of her overflowing pussy, rubbing and squeezing the jerking cock into more powerful spurts.
She couldn't have stopped if it had been Mike standing there. Once her orgasm had begun, she could only surrender to its overwhelming pleasure. Her ass still hunched as she cried Carol's name, causing Jimmy to open his eyes and give a startled grunt.
"This is beautiful!" Carol exclaimed, her eyes flashing. Hands on hips, she pushed her lovely breasts forward in anger, their nipples poking the sheer blouse like twin bullets. "My own sister!"
"Oh, hell!" Jimmy groaned, giving one last shove as his cock sent a final dribble of come into Lisa's snatch.
"Carol, baby!" Lisa pleaded, groping for words, but managing to give Jimmy's prick a loving squeeze as she pulled her dripping pussy off the slippery pole. "Let me explain!"
"Don't bother!" Carol snapped, eyeing Jimmy's cock. "I hope you two enjoyed yourselves!"
"It just happened," Lisa insisted, sitting on the side of the bed and clamping her thighs together to keep Jimmy's sperm from escaping. He had really loaded her cunt with the sticky stuff.
"Yeah," Jimmy added, raising himself to his elbows, his cock still rearing over his belly, its rope-veined sides shining with Lisa's cunt juice. "We couldn't help it, baby. You know how it is."
"I know how you are!" Carol blazed at him. "That's all you ever think about!" She turned her angry gaze at Lisa. "Wait 'til Mike hears about this!"
For the first time, Lisa's face registered concern. "You wouldn't tell him," she said hopefully.
"Don't bet on it, sister," Carol said harshly. "He'll be very interested in what you do while he's gone."
"Christ!" Jimmy exclaimed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and perching beside Lisa. His prick was beginning to wilt, but it was still a formidable sight. "You can't do that, Carol! He'll tear my balls off!"
"It would serve you right! You have me jerk you off, thinking I'm doing you a favor. Then you crawl my sister! You .. . you prick!"
"Carol," Lisa said, standing up and reaching for her sister's hand. The girl moved away. "Listen to reason. If you make Mike angry, it's going to hurt you, too. This is your home, just as much as it is mine."
Carol stared, a strange expression altering her face. The tip of her tongue flicked across her full lips, and she gave Lisa a humorless smile.
"So it is," she murmured thoughtfully. "And turnabout is fair play."
Lisa frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It's simple," Carol answered, the smile widening.
She placed her hands on her slender hips and moved them suggestively. "If you can go to bed with Jimmy, I'll just hit the sack with Mike."
Lisa sucked in a quick breath, her breasts jerking in surprise. "You couldn't!"
"Wait and see," Carol grinned. "And there's not a thing you can do about it. If you try to stop me, I'll tell him about this."
Jimmy turned a boyish frown at Lisa. "She's got you over a barrel," he grunted. "Anyway, what difference does it make? Mike shags her and I ball you. It all comes out even."
Lisa looked at him as though seeing him for the first time. Her voice was cold as she said, "Put your clothes on, Jimmy, and get out of here."
She stood up, ignoring both of them, and went into the bathroom, closing the door with a note of finality. Jimmy reached for his pants.
"I guess you're sore at me," he mumbled, standing to pull the jeans up about his hips, stuffing his still-damp cock inside.
Carol watched him with that curious smile. "Why should I be sore?" she answered. "I've had my eye on that big, handsome brother-in-law of mine for a long time."
Jimmy pulled on his shirt and stuffed the tail into his trousers. "What about me?" he demanded. "I thought we had a real thing going."
Carol flipped a hip at him with an impudent grin. "You just blew it, big boy. Mike's gonna get what I was saving for you."
He shoved his hands deep in his pockets, sliding past her through the doorway and avoiding her accusing eyes. He paused.
"I guess you don't want to go skating," he murmured.
"Sure, I do," she responded, turning to tuck her arm through his. "Just don't expect anything else."
She urged him toward the front door, releasing her hold to say, "Wait for me in the car, Jimmy. I won't be a minute."
When she returned to the bedroom, Lisa was just emerging from the bath. She had slipped her dress on and brushed her hair.
Carol walked directly to her, slipping both arms about her sister's waist and holding her serious face close. Lisa's eyes softened and her own arms returned the embrace.
Carol pressed her parted lips against Lisa's trembling mouth, and the older girl felt the intrusion of that delicious tongue. She sucked it greedily, finding her hips moving restlessly as Carol's pelvis inched forward. Their breasts met and rolled, nipples stiffening behind their respective coverings.
Her lips tingled and she felt a fresh and new sensation in her semen filled cunt as Carol pulled her tongue free and opened her eyes to smile at her.
"Not mad anymore?" Lisa asked softly.
"Never was," Carol answered just as gently. Then she added, "But I'm still gonna let Mike screw me."
There was no change in Lisa's expression as she murmured, "Yes, I know."
She watched the girl's pert bottom wiggle as she exited, waving from the doorway and giving a cryptic smile. Lisa stood motionless until she heard the front door close.
She closed her eyes, seeing the figures of Mike and Carol against the lowered lids, imagining Mike's big cock forcing its way into the girl's inexperienced pussy. Her shoulders quivered, and she expected a rush of some painful emotion. Instead, she felt only a burning excitement.
The mental image was replaced by the picture of that cute bottom, firm cheeked and tight, and Lisa found the excitement becoming desire. Her eyes snapped wide and she leaned against the dresser, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"She's your sister, you bitch!" she hissed at the lovely image that stared back at her, moist lipped and sensual.
Her mind fought the admission, then let it slip through to frame itself on her full, expressive mouth.
"You'd love to eat her, Lisa!" she whispered fiercely, glaring at the tip of her tongue as it danced between the white, perfect teeth. "You'd love to suck that hot young pussy until she begged for mercy!"
Her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer, almost kissing the glass.
"And you'd love to see Mike fuck her!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Mike Traynor pushed the pile of paperwork to one side of the desk and glanced at the wall clock. It was almost four, and he was the only agent still in the office. With a little firming of his handsome lips, he dragged the telephone nearer and punched out his home number, smiling when Lisa's voice answered.
"How would you like for a tall, unbelievably attractive man to come over and fuck your brains out?" he growled into the phone.
Her hesitation was so brief that Mike failed to identify it as such. "I'd love it," she answered in a sultry drawl. Then her voice changed. "But that man has to go by the dancing school and pick up Carol. I was just about to call you, darling."
His shoulders dropped an inch and he sighed. "I thought she'd given up that damned thing."
"She only mentioned giving it up," Lisa reminded him, "because she thought you objected to the cost. I talked her into going on with them."
"Okay," he said without enthusiasm. "What time?"
"Four thirty," was her answer. Again the hesitation, this time more noticeable. "Mike? Be nice to her. She's just a kid."
Twenty minutes later, the car wedged between a Volkswagen and a Lincoln, Mike entered the large studio of Yvette LaBelle's dance school, trying to appear inconspicuous as he made his way to one of the several chairs scattered along one wall of the big room.
There were only about ten girls on the floor, and only two of them in motion. The others, including Carol, sat cross-legged in a semi-circle watching the dancing pair. Mademoiselle LaBelle, a bosomy chick whose tits, Mike had concluded, were more authentic than her name, hovered over a portable record player, waving the girls on and hissing occasional instructions which he could not decipher.
Both girls wore skin tight leotards, and from the way their delicate pussy mounds were outlined, nothing else. Mike leaned forward in fascination as he noticed that both girls had unusually large breasts, and that the nipples were quite discernible as protruding buds beneath the clinging fabric.
They weren't leotards, he corrected himself, but body stockings, covering everything, but accentuating it by the singleness of color. He found his cock stirring as he stared. In the flesh toned garments, it was easy to imagine the two youngsters were completely naked.
The music was a sensuous piece, with a rhythmic back beat that sent little tremors through his balls, for the dancers were moving their slender hips in time with the heavy beat, and there was little doubt that the pelvic bumps symbolized exactly what Mike was thinking of as he watched.
It was an interpretive dance, he realized, having picked up some knowledge of the art from hearing Carol explain it to Lisa. There were basic steps choreographed by Yvette, but the girls were expected to add their own creativity in the execution of the number.
In this one, Mike observed, the taller of the pair, a black haired girl with extremely long legs, seemed to act the role of a male lover bent on seducing the blonde whose jugs were doing the most interesting tricks under the thin covering.
He wasn't interested in the theme, once he had figured it out, but he found himself fascinated by the continued hunching of the girls' delightfully curved hips, especially when the taller girl bent the blonde almost to the floor and pumped her meaty cuntal mound against the shorter girl's crotch.
His prick was rigid, and he was glad there were no other spectators. It was impossible to completely conceal the tenting of his trousers as he stared at the writhing figures, imagining how it would feel to have their cute little asses move like that with his cock inside those hot pussies.
They weren't children, he justified his mounting lust. None of the group was younger than Carol. That meant, he reflected, that most of them had already surrendered their virginity on the altar of pleasure and modern liberation. In all likelihood, the two dancers were merely reproducing the motions they used when a stiff prong invaded those inviting young cunts.
His pulse beat quickened when Mademoiselle La-Belle silenced the record player and sent Carol in to replace the blonde, giving her instructions which Mike could not hear.
He ran his eyes up and down Carol's body, noting the perfect thrust of the high breasts, and dwelling on the provocative curve of her undeniably attractive ass. The kid, he admitted, was stacked for action. That boy she chased around with, Jimmy Blalock, was a damned fool if he wasn't sticking more than his tongue in that plump little crease between her exquisite thighs.
The music blared again, and his prick thumped to each thrust and gyration of his sister-in-law's hips. Carol threw her whole body into the dance, and her ardor communicated itself to her partner, resulting in a grinding of bodies that would never be permitted on the legitimate stage.
Mike was sweating when the music ended with the tall girl smashing her cunt against Carol's rapidly hunching crotch in a parody of successful seduction. He waited only long enough to wave to the girl, then dashed outside before Yvette could collar him. His cock was impossible to hide, and too excited to retreat from its throbbing erection.
He slumped behind the steering wheel and sucked on a cigarette while he waited, unable to shake the desire Carol's uninhibited performance had aroused.
When the girl appeared, tossing her small case into the back seat and climbing in with a flurry of sleek thighs and a jiggling of those pert young tits, he glared at her with a look she interpreted as anger.
"Have I done something wrong, Mike?" she asked, her lower lip pushing out, wet and trembling. She was still flushed from the excitement of the torrid dance, and her tits pushed swollen tips against her blouse with the rapid breaths.
He shook his head, his eyes falling to those inviting mounds. He licked his lips, nervously and hungrily, his fingers curling and uncurling about the wheel. His palms were damp.
"I watched your dance," he said, his voice thick. "What the hell were you supposed to be doing?"'
Her slight frown disappeared, and her eyes twinkled. "If you saw the dance," she said laughingly, "you know the answer to that. Yvette insists on realism in our interpretations."
Mike reached down and turned the key, slipping the Olds into gear and backing from the slot, he found his gaze dropping to her bare thighs where the short skirt rode almost crotch high.
"I'll admit," Carol said, settling back in the seat as they pulled away, "that I had to guess at a lot of it."
"You made it look pretty damned real," Mike grunted. He shot her a quick glance. "What do you mean about having to guess?"
She hesitated, locking her fingers together in her lap. "I'm still a virgin, Mike," she said softly. Quickly, she added, "I don't know why, really."
Mike found the information adding to his desire. His cock throbbed in its fabric trap, and he felt a warm wetness spread about the swollen head. He tried joking.
"We'd better change the subject," he said, "before I forget that you're Lisa's sister."
They drove in silence for several seconds before Carol twisted to lean against the door, staring at him with half closed eyes.
"What would you do if I weren't?" she asked, her voice tense.
Mike risked a quick look, his lips moving as though beginning a smile that died before it could register. He turned his eyes back to the road.
"Don't ask me that, kid," he growled. "We both know what would happen."
She startled him with her insistent, "What difference does it make who I am? The important thing is how we feel, isn't it?"
"The important thing," he answered, his voice quivering, "is that you're fifteen and I'm twenty-eight."
"What's wrong with that?" she demanded, moving her body impatiently, the pointed tits jiggling. "Do you think I'm too young?"
His hands worked on the wheel, restless and eager. "No, damn it I If you were just some starry eyed female, I wouldn't even think about ages. But you're still Lisa's sister."
The tone of her voice sent a painful surge of lust through his loins as she murmured, "Lisa doesn't have to know about it, Mike."
He shot her another frowning glance. "You're asking for it, Carol," he warned softly.
Her cheek dimpled with the faint smile. "I wondered when you'd realize that."
He slowed for the turn that would put them on the suburban street where they lived. Suddenly, giving a little grunt of decision, he wrenched the wheel to the left, nosing the Olds up the hill that overlooked the coast and the ocean, away from the house.
Neither of them spoke until Mike found a narrow lane that led from the road to a sharp drop, two hundred feet above the pounding surf. He eased the front wheels against the restraining barrier and cut the engine, glancing about to assure himself that they were alone.
Behind them, a slight curve hid the Olds from view to traffic on the road, while both sides were effectively screened by a dense growth of trees and shrubs.
"Oh, Mike!" she cried as he pulled her into his arms, closing his mouth over her soft lips and sucking the delicious tongue that darted eagerly between his teeth, flickering experimentally and happily.
Mike's big hand cupped her right breast, squeezing the resilient mound until her felt the nipple swell against his palm. He released it to trace the curve of her slender waist and lush hip, sliding the fingers down the sweep of her thigh until he reached the hem of her skirt and touched the warm velvet of her young flesh.
His cock thumped wildly as his hand crossed the delightful curve to begin its journey upward along the soft inner thigh. Carol quickly shifted her hips and spread her legs in welcome, coaxing his tongue inside her mouth and sucking it with a savage vacuuming that sent repeated thrills through his tense body.
Her hips jerked as he touched the soft torrid wetness that was her crotch, the thin panties soaked with the juices of her aroused pussy. The tips of his fingers traced the outlined lips, pressing the. fabric deeper into the dainty cleft with his caress. Her lips retreated from his avid kiss.
"Let's get in the back seat, Mike," she whispered, her eyes wide and excited. "It's so cramped up here, and I want it to be perfect."
He gave the plump mound between her thighs a little squeeze, pulling his hand away reluctantly, noting that the fingertips were wet. He reached across Carol's legs to open the door on her side, following her out and putting his arms around her as she stood beside the car.
It was impossible to reach her lips without surrendering the arousing pressure of his throbbing prong against her belly, and the delightful imprint of her distended nipples on his chest. Mike settled for burying his face in her sweet-scented blond hair while his hands crept down to fondle the trembling cheeks of her tight little ass, sighing when she worked her body to caress the engorgement of his cock with a sensuous massage.
He opened the door and watched her climb into the rear seat, pulling her skirt zipper down and bouncing her hips as she wiggled it down over the lovely thighs. Mike stared at the pink sheen of her panties where they cradled the lush ridges of her labia, seeing the source of the wetness that still tingled his fingertips.
Carol gave him a smile as she slipped out of the blouse, displaying the ripe thrusting of her nubile tits with their cherry tips centered in the strawberry aureoles. As Mike, standing outside the open door, began undressing, she lifted her hips and rolled the panties down.
The possibility of some other car turning into the dead end lane had worried Mike. Now, drinking in the beauty of Carol's blond cunt, he stripped with feverish haste, no longer caring about anything but mounting the waiting girl.
He unveiled his throbbing prick, expecting Carol to gasp in surprise or fear. But her only response was a little pursing of her lips as Mike stepped out of the last garment, his cock bobbing and dancing in its engorgement.
Carol was impressed with the size of his shaft. But she had handled Jimmy's eight-inch spear, and she had expected Mike's to be at least that large. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her pussy as she considered the fact that she was about to be initiated with a nine inch cock. Once her vagina had accommodated Mike's huge weapon, she would be able to take on any man she wanted.
Mike was too aroused to delay the assault on her virgin snatch. Climbing halfway into the car, he gripped her left ankle and urged her legs apart, placing her foot on the back of the front seat. Staring down at her delicate slit, its lips parted by the position of her slender legs, he lifted the other one and urged it up onto the back of the rear seat, leaving her thighs spread and the pink trench of her pussy gaping its virginal lips in slippery readiness.
For the first time, she displayed a more of apprehension. "Will it hurt?" she whispered as he leaned over her naked body, bracing himself with two powerful arms.
"If it does," he said hurriedly, "it won't hurt but a minute or so." He looked down at the waiting cunt and groaned with desire. "Jesus! You've got a beautiful snatch!"
She smiled nervously, slipping her arms about his neck and lifting her lips for his kiss, driving her tongue into his mouth and moving her tit under the light touch of his hairy chest.
His hips moved and she felt the meaty head of his prick jab her belly, just above the blonde curls. Instinctively, she jerked to escape it, and Mike pulled his head back.
"It'll be easier," he whispered, "if you put it in."
She switched her hands to his sides, lingering there as she demanded, "If I ask you to stop, will you do it?"
A little smile tugged at his handsome lips. "I'll try, kid. Once I get into that pussy, I'm not sure what I may do."
He closed his eyes when he felt her fingers slide about the strutted thickness of his prick, testing and pressing, her body trembling as she steered the huge knob into the moist cleft of her labia.
Mike's hips eased down just enough to force the wedge of swollen hardness between the resisting lips, feeling them tighten even more as his cock stretched the sensitive membrane into a quivering circle. The heat and wetness bathed his glans, and the vagina clenched his entering prick like a powerful hand, denying and beckoning with the same pleasure producing spasms of delicate young pussy-flesh responding to its first probing cock.
He opened his eyes to see Carol's face contorted in a frown of surprise and momentary discomfort. Her cunt was tight, and his prick was expanding the walls with its throbbing bulk as he slid it deeper into the delightful embrace.
Her fingers, still locked about the base of his dong, gripped him with painful force. Her breath sucked through bared teeth.
"Wait, Mike!" she gasped. "Please! Wait!"
The unbelievable pressure eased as Mike halted the descent of his hips, but the three inches of prick inside Carol's pussy seemed to be swelling, stretching the tender walls into an even greater circumference.
She knew, from her personal explorations, that there was no hymen to halt his progress. It was only the sheer size of his cock and the inexperience of her vagina to expand that produced the difficulty.
"Want me to stop?" he asked, watching her eyes. His face was flushed with excitement and the pleasure of that pulsating encirclement.
"Just give me a minute," she panted. "I don't know what to expect."
"If you'll let me put it all in," he urged, "you can stop worrying." He tried to kiss her, but she rolled her face aside. "Come on, kid. One quick shove, and you'll have it all."
The fingers slipped from the base of his shaft and crawled about his hip, joining her other hand on the upper swells of his taut buttocks. Slowly, bending his arms until he could rest his weight on elbows and knees, he let his chest touch her tits again, shaping his hands on either side of her head and holding it in place for his kiss. As his tongue flicked against hers, he jiggled his hips to friction her tightly stretched labia, and her ass wiggled on the seat, helplessly responding to the caress of the exposed nerves in the cuntal ring.
He made his plea against her soft, moist lips, breathing the words into her mouth as his cock teased her pulsating vaginal entrance. "How about it, Carol? Let me slip it in there."
Her body tensed and the fingers dug sharp tip into the cheeks of his ass as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth and gave him a reluctant nod.
Slowly, Mike pulled his prick back until the head was all that remained inside her. Then, watching her lovely face, he rammed his hips downward with a powerful thrust.
She did not cry out. But her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped with the sudden filling of her untried cunt. Her legs stiffened over the backs of the seats, quivering with strain, and her ass jiggled beneath him as nine inches of throbbing cock-flesh drove up into the tender embrace of her young pussy, packing every curve and fold of the vaginal channel, and jamming its slippery knob against the palpitating mouth of her womb.
Her juices rained over the full length entrenchment, and the prick trembled inside her, his huge balls pressing gently against her trembling ass cleft, waiting for the slow adjustment of the internal muscles before he began the frictioning that would end far sooner than he wished.
Her features relaxed a little, and she licked her lips, the eyes staring into his in disbelief. He brushed his mouth against hers.
"See, baby?" he murmured, struggling with the desire to fuck her hard and fast. "Now, all you have to do is relax."
The hands left his hips and climbed to pull his lips closer. Mike drew his cock slowly and enjoyably from the writhing depths, back to the flexing entrance, then slid it back again until his pubic arch pressed hers in complete hiking.
Slowly, he repeated the motion, pausing at the peak of each rise and descent to test the readiness of her cunt for the next stroke. The walls were slippery, and each entry was less difficult. He could thrust and retreat without pausing, and he began fucking with an easy rhythm that her young hips could not resist.
With her legs spread, but able to gain leverage on the backs of the car seats, her ass answered with the same exciting motion he had witnessed in the dance studio, hunching up to receive the thick cock, and working in a deft grinding that massaged the shaft as it slid through the undulating grip of her pussy.
"That's it, baby!" he whispered, burying his face against her shoulder, and giving her more weight on those delightfully firm tits. "Work that sweet ass for me! Christ! You're good!"
Carol did not answer. Once her body had recovered from the shock of that erotic intrusion, she had felt nothing but pleasure. Each movement of the cock sent thrills shuddering through her cunt, demanding that she increase them with those pelvic gyrations that Mike found so pleasing.
Mike was stroking faster, his ass pounding between her thighs as he drove his prick in and out of the torrid sheath of responsive tissues, and Carol felt the familiar tingles of an approaching climax ripple through her pussy.
The feeling was familiar because she had produced it with her fingers so many times. But she knew this one would surpass all the others in its violence. Always, before, the pleasure had been concentrated in her clitoris and the area reached by her massaging fingers. This time, Mike's prick was frictioning every part of her cunt, and jabbing the sensitive cervix with thrusts that jarred her wiggling ass.
Carefully, each movement reflected inside her tightly packed vagina, she pulled her legs from their perches on the backs of the seats and wrapped them about Mike's arched waist, hunching her ass up to insure the maximum penetration by his thick cock as her pussy convulsed in an orgasm that made her cry out softly with the exquisite thrill of completion.
Feeling the cuntal embrace flex about his prick, and the hot juices lave his probing glans, Mike slowed his assault to let the girl savor the ecstacy of her first cock-induced come.
He kissed her gaping mouth, licking her tongue and her teeth as his prick pistoned slowly through the clenching folds of her snatch, and the girl's arms pulled him more tightly against her rapidly heaving tits, her hips grinding and bucking with the powerful shudders of her climax.
"Good, Carol?" he demanded, grinning at her fierce nod. "Hang on, baby!l I'm gonna make it with you this time!"
Her only answer was a tightening of her slippery vagina about his cock. She pulled his head down until his cheek pressed hers, and she worked her ass with savage intensity as the masculine hips pounded her enflamed crotch, his prick seeming to thrust even deeper into her juicy snatch, massaging, frictioning and filling until she hovered on the brink of another orgasm that she fought against with all her will.
In a moment, if she could only wait, she would experience that incredible thing she had envisioned so many times during her masturbatory sessions. Mike's semen would splash into her belly, and she was determined to time her climax with that long anticipated seminal shower.
The car swayed with the force of his hammering between her scissoring thighs, and Carol could no longer hold back the little cries as the huge cock thundered up into her pussy. They escaped her clenched teeth as short, explosive grunts, but the rapid grinding of her youthful ass let Mike know that she welcomed the savagery of his fucking.
His balls, wet with her expelled juices, rapped her anal cleft with his quick hunching, and his belly slapped hers with noisy suction. He groaned with the goodness of her hot young cunt.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" he panted into her ear. "I can't hold it any longer!"
"Yes!" she cried, inserting the words between the little grunts as the cock filled and emptied her hungry pussy. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
She was dying! She had to be. It was impossible that her body could tolerate the wrenching ecstacy generated by her exploding cunt. Mike's prick was buried inside her belly, throbbing and spurting the incredibly hot cream against her womb, and every nerve in her churning vagina was dancing with such pleasure that she could not breathe.
Her whole body arched, her ass twisting and bucking, grinding the lips of her pussy about the base of his spitting cock. Her belly sucked the delicious semen, drinking it with a thirst that had been building since her first discovery of that tender slit between her thighs.
She clawed at his straining back, her heels hammering his buttocks, and she managed to draw a shuddering breath between her drooling lips. "UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Goddamn!" Mike groaned, his hips jerking with the violence of his own ejaculation. "You're gonna chew my cock off with that fuckin' thing!"
"MMMMIIIIIKKKEEEE!"
She couldn't stop. Her pussy continued its ecstatic convulsions when the throbbing prick had been milked of its last drop of come. Her hips gyrated madly and hungrily, demanding that he begin stroking the fevered sheath once more. He responded with a sensuous groan, fucking her with deep, short thrusts, building toward the full length strokes that she wanted most.
Her tongue wiggled into his ear, wet and hot, and her lips nibbled as she panted, "Oh, yes! Again! Please! Again!"
CHAPTER SIX
Carol Foster faced her sister across the breakfast table, her eyes shining with the continuing wonder of the fucking Mike had given her the preceding afternoon. She hadn't told Lisa what had happened, but her triumphant smile had been evidence enough.
"I don't want to hear about it," Lisa said quietly, avoiding Carol's satisfied grin. "We made a bargain, and it's over."
She saw Carol's head wag from side to side, and she looked up with a slight frown. "That's what you said."
Carol's smile became a look of hungry determination. "That was before I found out how wonderful it really is," the girl supplied. "Did you honestly believe I'd let Mike ball me one time and let it go at that?"
Lisa sighed, dropping her stare to the remains of her half-eaten breakfast. "Not really. I wouldn't, if I were in your place. So, I can't blame you. It's just going to take some getting used to. I've been thinking of you as an innocent child."
Carol rose to her feet, ignoring the way her thin wrapper gaped, revealing the tip of one breast and a flash of blond curls. Lisa's eyes caressed the exposed flesh, and she felt a powerful hunger suffuse her crotch. She forced her gaze away, finding her body tense with desire.
"I have some news," she said, trying to keep her voice from betraying her emotion. "How would you like to a trip on a real yacht?"
Carol frowned, her lips shaping a sensuous pout. "You're putting me on," she murmured.
Lisa shook her head. Hurriedly, she explained Satin's invitation. "She called yesterday, just before you and Mike came in. I waited until he returned the call before I was really sure. We're going to spend the whole weekend with Miss Gentry."
Carol's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can I invite Jimmy?" she demanded, hugging her breasts and pushing one of them completely out of the gaping wrapper. The nipple was taut and quivering, causing Lisa to lick her lips at the sight.
"You'll have to ask Mike," Lisa said, her voice husky. "Miss Gentry is a very important client. I don't know what he'll say."
"Is he still in bed?" Carol asked. When Lisa nodded, she said, "I want thirty minutes alone with him. Okay?"
Lisa's shoulders rose and fell in resignation. "I won't interfere," she said. "In fact, since Mike won't be using the car, I think I'll do some shopping. It might be better if he knows I'm not in the house."
Carol smiled. "Now that is what I call cooperation. Don't be in a hurry to get back, will you?"
Waiting until she heard the Olds pull from the driveway, Carol slipped out of the wraparound garment and opened the door of the room where Mike lay, still sleeping, on the big bed.
Quietly, her pussy beginning to tingle with anticipation, she pulled the covers back from his naked body, her eyes staring at the meaty cock that drooped flaccidly along his left thigh. It seemed impossible that such a limp object could have filled her cunt so completely.
Carefully, she maneuvered her body onto the bed beside Mike's, pressing herself, full length, against him and kissing the slight stubble on his cheek. He stirred, rolling toward her and throwing one arm about her waist, his hips fitting themselves into the natural socket of belly and thighs. Carol felt the warm roll of his prick against her aroused cunt, swelling and stiffening as he murmured in his sleep.
She drew herself upward, the cock sliding through her labial cleft with the movement, and eased the strutted tip of her left tit into Mike's mouth. He accepted it with sleepy suction, coming awake as his tongue swirled happily about the succulent nipple. His eyes blinked open, and he released the breast with a strangled curse, sitting up in bed and pushing Carol almost off onto the floor.
She giggled, adjusting her naked body in balance.
"Lisa's not here, darling," she told him. "Lie back down."
He sank back, welcoming her lips as she leaned over him, and his hands roamed over her body, fingers caressing and exploring during the long wet kiss.
As he squeezed her tit, rolling the distended finger of her nipple, Carol made her request, finding her voice husky as his touch increased the desire in her quivering pussy.
"Hell, baby," he protested. "Miss Gentry invited us. We can't just take someone else along like that."
She disengaged his hand by sliding downward in the bed, bending over his hair chest and flicking her tongue against the tiny circle of his left tit. His body shivered in response, and he shoved his hips upward, grinding the head of his swollen cock into the firm under-sweep of her breast.
"You could fix it up, Mike," she reminded him. "One more wouldn't make that much difference. After all, Jimmy and I are practically engaged."
He ran his fingers through her blond hair, pushing her lips against the sensitive puckering. "Christ! You're only fifteen! Jimmy's only seventeen."
She smiled up at him, rubbing her chin against the miniature nipple, then kissing her way downward to his hard, flat belly.
"You didn't seem to think I was such a child yesterday," she whispered, driving her tongue into his navel with a savage twist. She wriggled about until she was lying between his legs, his huge prick nestled between the warm resiliency of her tits. The head rubbed her throat, wetting it with the slippery juice that was already seeping from its tip. Mike tried to push it higher, his hips grinding his heavy balls between her breasts.
"Kiss it for me, Carol!" He pleaded. "Jesus, kid! I've been thinking about that pussy ever since then! Kiss it!"
Carol arched her body upward, slipping her hands into position, one of them gripping his cock, and the other cupping his scrotal sac. Holding her weight on her elbows, she rubbed her dainty chin across the slitted head of his prick, moistening her lips slowly and teasingly.
"If you'll promise that we can take Jimmy," she said in a soft voice, "I'll do more than kiss it."
Mike's face twisted, his eyes almost crossed as he stared down at the lovely creature whose full, red lips hovered so near his strutted cock.
"Damn you!" he groaned. "All right! I'll call her."
Her head raised, the lips curving in a happy smile, moist and soft. "That's a good boy," she murmured. "Now, just be still. I'm new at this."
She opened her mouth wide, sliding her teeth over the big knob of his cock, her lips tightening about the shaft just below the rim of the engorged glans. Her tongue, hot and quivering, lapped gently about the head, pressing against the tender cock-flesh as its meaty bulk dragged in a delightful circling that made his ass cheeks clench against the bed.
"Goddamn, Carol!" he gasped. "You're driving me crazy! Suck it, baby! Suck my cock for me!"
Her jaw straining to encompass the thick prong, Carol's eyes smiled at his words. The big handsome man thought he had made himself a deal. But he didn't know that she was enjoying the taste of his prick just as much as he was digging the feel of her lips and tongue on its throbbing head.
She felt the huge shaft shudder, and a glob of pre-come bathed her caressing tongue, tart and salty and completely masculine. She had tasted her own juices, and she had been tempted to try Jimmy's thick sperm. But, until now, she had been uncertain as to whether she would like that slippery liquid.
The uncertainty vanished as her taste buds tingled and the first mouthful of saliva and jism slid down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed, and her jaw moved rhythmically as she began sucking, clamping her fingers more tightly about the base of his prick and she pumped it with a slow milking stroke that urged more of the delicious seminal fluid from the balls that seemed to pulsate in her toying palm.
Mike had fallen back onto the bed, his body quivering as he tried to keep his hips from stabbing the cock deeper into her oral grip. His chest heaved with pleasure as Carol continued that easy suction, her tongue swirling wetly about the knob, and her fingers sliding up and down, becoming wet and slippery with the saliva that spilled from her encircling lips.
It was Carol's first effort at fellatio, but she was familiar with the rules. As her mouth became accustomed to the unusual expansion of lips and jaw, she sucked the head a little deeper, slipping her tongue beneath the shaft and wriggling it against the pulsating ventral vein, beginning a slow bobbing of her head that let the rearing cock slide through the grip of tongue and palate in time with the pumping of her warm fingers.
The increase in sensory pleasure brought Mike's torso up in the bed, his big hands sliding down beneath her body to cup the twin mounds that swayed and bobbled with her posting mouth.
"Now, you're gettin' it, kid!" Mike groaned, catching the nipples with thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and tugging them as his hips worked in cooperation with the girl's movements. "Take a little more of it! That's when it's good! Take it deep!"
Carol was unable to control her own body. She had no intention of letting that monster cram its bulging head down her throat. Maybe, someday, when she was more experienced, she would try that. For now, all she wanted was to suck that delicious meat until it yielded its savory sauce for her hungry mouth and throat.
But a lust too powerful to resist had invaded her straining lips, and she discovered that her head was dipping lower with each slurping intake of the throbbing prick. Her lips had slipped down to meet her fingers, and she was literally fucking him with her mouth, sucking the knob back over her writhing tongue until it bumped gently against the soft arch behind her palate.
The cock delivered another hot glob of jism, and Carol lost all interest in trying to control her head as she thought of that load of creamy come that seethed in his hairy testicles. She was hardly aware of the pleasure induced by his fingers on her nipples. Only the taste and feel of that huge prick mattered. Only the frictioning through her lips, against her tongue, and into her throat was important.
She felt his hands leave her tits, and felt the fingers in her blond hair, powerful and demanding. She did not care. He could shove the whole nine inches into her, and she would want still more. She wanted his come, his sperm, his semen.
Her hand slipped down, fingers splaying against his belly, joined by the other hand, framing the base of his cock as her head flashed up and down, taking the swollen glans far back in her throat, then sucking greedily as it rode back to where she could flog it with her avid tongue.
Mike was pressing her down even harder, and she felt his wiry pubic hair tickle her nose as the cock filled her throat and stretched her jaw with its throbbing bulk. More of the jism spilled from the thick stem, and she swallowed it greedily, moaning nasally as the slippery liquid bathed her convulsing throat.
There was no verbal warning of his orgasm, but Carol felt the prick swell and tremble as the head jabbed its slitted tip between her tonsils. Instinctively, she drew back, sucking with fierce tugs, her tongue flaying the cock as the semen gushed in rhythmic spurts, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow.
"Drink it, baby!" Mike groaned, his ass hunching furiously as his prick exploded in her voracious mouth. "Oh, goddamn! Get it!"
The ropy sperm clung to her teeth and palate, seeming to ooze down her throat with her determined gulps. Her lips and tongue milked the spurting cock, sucking in rhythm with the ejaculatory spasms, and Carol swallowed the creamy liquid with noisy gurgles. She felt her pussy contract in a vicarious climax, and her ass wiggled, shoving the spasming lips down against the bed and sucking more hungrily as the shock waves of pleasure roared through her belly.
Mike collapsed as the greedy mouth pulled the last drop from his shuddering prong. But Carol continued her nursing, finally slipping her mouth off the cock and bending to lick the spilled semen from about its base, her tongue caressing the rearing shaft as she swallowed the delicious come.
Resting her cheek on Mike's thigh, she ran her tongue about her wet lips, gathering up the residue of sperm and drawing it into her mouth. A little smile played across her face as she contemplated her accomplishment. The first time she had ever given head, she had successfully deep throated a nine-inch cock. She wondered how Jimmy would react when she took his slightly smaller prick in that same exciting way. She wondered, too, if his sperm would taste exactly like Mike's, or if there would be a subtle difference to identify it.
She had so much to learn, she reminded herself, and it was going to be great fun learning. Rolling her head forward, she ran her tongue over one of Mike's big balls, smiling as the big man's hips trembled.
"You're good, kid," he complimented her in a hoarse voice. "That Jimmy is one lucky son-of-a-bitch."
Carol started to rise, pausing to plant a wet kiss on the head of his cock. "Don't forget what you promised."
"After that," he chuckled, "you can take a whole damned army along. I'll call Miss Gentry right after I eat."
Carol stood up, stretching and turning to exhibit her naked body as she said, "That makes my second breakfast." She pretended to frown. "Is come fattening, Mike?"
"Only if you forget the pill," he grinned. "You are on it, aren't you?"
"Of course, silly," she said, bumping her blond snatch at him. "I wanted to be ready when the opportunity came along."
Leaving Mike to his morning shower, Carol returned to her own room, slipping into the wrapper and tying the sash about her slender waist. Her pussy still tingled with hunger, but her throat throbbed contentedly, the taste of the cock lingering far back in her mouth.
Going to the kitchen, she washed her hands and began preparing Mike's breakfast, finding it easy to pretend that it was she, and not Lisa, who was married to the handsome man. By the time she had dished the eggs from the spluttering pan, her cunt was throbbing with the need for another sample of that huge tool that had so effectively transformed her from innocence to womanhood.
The Olds pulled into the driveway just as Mike entered the kitchen, shaved and smelling faintly of Old Spice. His broad chest and shoulders straining the dressing gown he had donned, he padded across to pull Carol into his arms for a quick kiss, running his hands beneath the wrapper to squeeze the cheeks of her ass as she gave him her writhing tongue.
When Lisa entered, carrying two large bags of groceries, Mike was seated at the table and Carol was busy at the stove. Lisa showed no trace of suspicion as Mike told her of Carol's request and his agreement to call Satin Gentry.
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Lisa supplied. "Jimmy's a nice boy."
Carol took over the task of placing the canned goods in the cabinets, stretching until the thin wrapper was molded about her rounded ass, and she could feel Mike's hot gaze follow each movement. Lisa carried several items to the big refrigerator, pretending to be absorbed in her work, but watching the exchange of glances between Mike and Carol.
"Are you going to the office at noon, Mike?" Lisa asked, pressing both temples with her fingers. When he nodded, she said, "I think I'll lie down for a while. That shopping gave me a dreadful headache."
Mike got to his feet to deliver a peck on the cheek and murmur a sympathetic remark, and Carol asked if she could do anything. Assuring them that she just wanted to rest, Lisa made her way to the bedroom, closing the door and staring at the rumpled bed, her hands pulling frantically at her dress. Lifting the hem, she stripped off her panties and stood, legs spread, inhaling the faint aroma of musk that lingered in the room.
Her eyes closed and her fingers slid up along the inside of her splayed thighs to fondle the moist lips of her cunt. Against the curtain of her eyelids, her mind painted a picture of the man and girl, sprawled on the bed, Mike's huge cock slithering in and out of that young, juicy cunt, pulling the quivering labia out, then pushing it back inside as the prick stretched Carol's vagina with its inordinate thickness.
Her fingers probed deeper into the labial cleft, the left hand massaging the engorged clitoris, while the right one forced three stiffened digits into the pulsating mouth of her cunt. "UUUNNNHHHl"
For a moment, Lisa thought she had given that throaty cry, for it came just as her fingers slid up into her vagina. Then, with a start, she realized that the sound had originated elsewhere in the house.
Slowly, moving without sound, she turned to twist the knob of the door, easing it open. Her right hand remained glued to cunt, the three fingers still thrust deep inside. She strained her ears. "UUUNNGGHH!"
It was Carol's voice, clearer and unmistakable. Lisa eased herself into the hall, tiptoeing along the narrow corridor until she could peer around the corner into the kitchen.
The sounds were louder. Carol's repeated gasps blended with Mike's softer grunts and the erotic slap of flesh against flesh. Even before she focused her eyes on the scene, Lisa knew what she would see, and her fingers began working furiously in and out of her aroused pussy.
"I'm fucked out, baby!" Mike gasped. Carol hid her smile of satisfaction. For a girl who had been a virgin only twenty-four hours before, she was doing pretty welL
CHAPTER SEVEN
"My god!" Mike Traynor muttered, keeping his voice low so it would not be heard by the uniformed helmsman of the power cruiser which carried them toward the eighty-five foot yacht. "It looks like an ocean liner."
Lisa smiled. "I've heard that she takes trips all over the world with it."
Seated behind them, Jimmy Blalock squeezed Carol's warm fingers in excitement. "This Gentry chick must be really loaded!"
"Mike says she's worth several million," Carol answered, her eyes glowing as she stared ahead at the sleek lines of the huge ship. She shot the boy a little frown. "Don't put your foot in your mouth, Jimmy," she warned. "Mike's trying to get her signature for a policy that will put us on easy street."
The lad's lips twitched as he returned her look.
"Are you gonna let me have a little while we're on that floating bedroom?"
"Maybe," she answered, grinning in spite of herself. "It depends on how you act."
"For a piece of tail," he said in a low voice, "I'll kiss Miss Gentry's ass right out on the poop deck."
Their giggling made Mike turn with a warning glance, and Carol stuck her tongue out at him, making him turn back without comment. She pressed the back of her captured hand against the semi-hard ridge of Jimmy's cock, and felt a teasing shudder race through her pussy.
The boat's motor slowed and reversed, and the bow bumped gently against the sloping side of the yacht. Expertly, the helmsman swung the craft about so they could climb out onto a small floating platform and up the narrow metal stairs to the deck.
A handsome man in an immaculate uniform greeted them with a snappy salute, waving to two other crew members to bring their luggage as he led them across the sheltered deck to the doorway that led to the ship's interior.
"I'm Captain Turner," he explained in a cultured voice. "Miss Gentry asks that you be conducted to your cabins, and be permitted to freshen up before joining her for dinner."
He opened the door to a large stateroom and bowed Lisa and Mike inside. "We'll be casting off in about thirty minutes," he explained. "If you need anything at all, just ring for service."
Mike nodded, one brow elevated. "As an old navy man," he said, "I thought you could only cast off when you were tied up at a dock."
Captain Turner nodded with an approving smile. "Quite right, sir. But our guests sometimes become confused when we tell them we're going to 'up anchor' at a certain time."
He led the way down the small corridor, opening another door for Carol, blocking her with a gesture as her bag was placed inside, and Jimmy's was carried to the adjoining cabin.
"Miss Gentry wants the two of you to join her," the captain said, lowering his voice. "She specifically requested that Mr. and Mrs. Traynor were not to know about it."
Carol and Jimmy exchanged looks of surprise. Then Carol bobbed her head. "We can't disappoint our host," she said lightly. "Lead the way, captain."
They followed the uniform to a door that opened onto a stairway, and the captain stepped aside, waving them toward the stairs.
"You don't have to knock," he smiled. "Miss Gentry is expecting you."
On the stairs, as Jimmy reached for the knob of the second door, Carol whispered, "What do you suppose she wants?"
Jimmy Blalock gave her a wry grin. "When you've got her kind of bread," he answered, "whatever you want, you can get."
The door opened into a luxurious stateroom, carpeted with a deep red material that was copied in the covering of the huge circular bed and the fluffy pillows that were strewn about on its inviting surface.
Carol gasped and Jimmy suppressed a low whistle as they stared at the beautiful woman who lay on the bed, staring back at them with luminous green eyes, every delightful curve bared in complete nakedness. She tossed the long black hair back over a perfectly rounded shoulder with a soft chuckle, extending a slender arm, the motion elevating one of the exquisite breasts.
"Please," Satin Gentry greeted them in a sultry purr. "Don't disappoint me by pretending to be shocked. Two such lovely youngsters must be too sophisticated for that." She fastened her sensuous gaze on Carol's staring eyes. "Are you shocked, my dear?"
"I'm overwhelmed," Carol managed, unable to keep her eyes from straying down over the beautifully firm tits and the luxuriant mass of black curls where the voluptuous thighs joined. "I had heard that you were lovely, but I wasn't prepared for this."
The green eyes moved to Jimmy, sliding down to where his cock pushed against his slacks in an excited erection. The full red lips curved.
"I don't have to ask you," she said teasingly. "You make yourself very clear."
Jimmy's face reddened, but he gave her a grin. "If you were standing where I am," he blurted, "you'd be in the same shape."
The hand waved imperiously. "I called you here to satisfy a selfish whim," Satin informed them. "You do not have to cooperate, of course. However, you will not be sorry if you do."
Carol wet her lips with a nervous tongue. "What do you want us to do?"
"Exactly what I tell you," Satin smiled. "That's what I meant by cooperation. You both must agree to do anything I ask you to do."
Jimmy looked at Carol and shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'm game," he said. Carol bobbed her head in echo, and Satin lowered her lashes in acceptance.
"Jimmy," she murmured, pointing to a spot beside the bed. "I want you to stand right there, and take off all your clothes."
The boy stepped into position, some of his confidence disappearing. He gestured toward Carol. "What about her?"
The green eyes fixed him with a chilling stare. "You said you would cooperate."
Jimmy's fingers fumbled with buttons and laces, finally sliding his zipper down and shedding his slacks. His cock, influenced by the unusual request, now drooped in semi-flaccidity.
If Satin even noticed his organ, she gave no evidence of it. "You are not to move from that spot until I tell you to do so," she told him. A faint smile flickered. "You may do whatever you please, so long as you do not leave that spot."
Carol, still standing by the door, stared in mounting excitement. She remembered Jimmy's powerful hips pounding between Lisa's thighs, and the memory brought a fresh wave of desire to her belly. It had been her first impression that Satin Gentry was going to have Jimmy screw her. But the beautiful woman seemed totally uninterested in the naked body of the handsome youth.
"Now, you, Carol," Satin said softly. "Right where you are. Undress."
Feeling the warmth of a blush spread over her face and neck, Carol reached back to unhook the skimpy halter that cradled her taut breasts. Satin's eyes narrowed as the lovely mounds sprang into view, the pink tips erect and throbbing.
"Now," Satin exclaimed throatily, "the shorts. Such a gorgeous young body should not be hidden."
Carol's fingers trembled as she pushed the shorts down over her slender hips and thighs, lifting each leg and feeling the cool air against her exposed pussy. Involuntarily, her hand brushed the blonde curls at the base of her slightly mounded belly.
Jimmy was staring at her, and Carol suddenly realized that he was seeing her naked for the first time. Their fumbling caresses in the car had enabled him to catch a quick glimpse of her breasts, and he had brought her off with his fingers in her juicy slit. But he had never seen her completely nude. His cock was stiffening as his eyes raced up and down her inviting curves, and Satin was quick to note the enlargement
"Jimmy seems to appreciate your beauty, Carol," she suggested. "Turn around, very slowly, and give him a good look."
As she turned about, pushing her deliciously curved ass toward them, Carol was conscious of Satin's hot eyes on the velvet cleft between her high tight buttocks. Again, she felt the warm rush of lust in her belly. She completed her slow pirouette and faced the green eyes, waiting, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
"Stand here," Satin said softly, pointing to a spot beside the bed where she would be facing both Satin and Jimmy. "Spread your legs far apart."
Carol obeyed, feeling the lips of cunt part with the strain of her slender thighs. She had done that same thing before the mirror, and she knew that they were seeing a dainty pink oval in the mass of yellow curls.
"Beautiful!" Satin sighed. "Now, pull your labia open."
Carol closed her eyes, pushing her pelvis forward as her fingers pressed either side of her furry crotch, pulling the plump lips of her pussy wide, another surge of desire making the moist membranes quiver.
"Holy shit!" Jimmy's explosive gasp brought a smile to Satin's lips and an angry glare from Carol.
"I can't help it," the youth explained, pointing down at his throbbing prick. "Look what you're doing to me!"
Almost unwillingly, his fingers surrounded the base of his cock, squeezing and beginning a slow pumping as he stared at the inviting slit of Carol's cunt.
"Move closer to me, dear," Satin purred, rolling her lush nakedness toward the edge of the bed. She turned onto her back, her head toward Carol, and her lovely face tilted to stare up at the moist crevice. She ran her tongue across the already moist lips. "Let me kiss it, Carol," she encouraged. "Don't be afraid."
Carol's knees were shaking as she pressed them against the bed on either side of the woman's head. A thousand times, she had dreamed of something like that. Sometimes, the lips belonged to a man, and at other times, a woman. But she was never quite sure of the sensation when the warm mouth touched her. Now, she was about to experience the real thing, and the wonderful act was to be performed by a woman incredibly beautiful and unbelievably wealthy.
She wished that her pussy was not so wet, but she could do nothing to halt the increasing flow of her vaginal juices as she maneuvered her crotch into position above Satin's face. She looked down to see the woman's pink tongue extend, flicking back and forth like that of a hungry snake. Her eyes darted a quick look at Jimmy, and saw his fist pounding furiously on his thrusting cock, his own gaze fastened on her slippery cunt as it neared Satin's waiting mouth.
Carol gave a soft cry as she felt the hot tongue dip into her vaginal entrance, and she instinctively pushed her splayed pussy down against the inviting lips, feeling them claim her with eager suction. Her body trembled with the fury of a new and wonderful sensation, and she released her pressure on her labial ridges to employ both hands in a worshipful caress of Satin's lush breasts.
The woman's arms went about her hips, fingers teasing her buttocks, then pulling her down until she became afraid she would smother the greedily sucking Satin. But the tug of that voracious mouth, and the pleasure evoked by the thrusting, writhing tongue was so great that she could only yield to the invitation.
Suddenly, she was on top of the woman, her belly between those fabulous tits, her crotch grinding fiercely against the devouring mouth, and her own contorted face almost touching the black hairs about the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen.
As if Satin had read her thoughts, the voluptuous thighs parted, exposing the moist crevice of the perfumed cunt, and Carol found herself staring at the swollen cock-like protuberance of a delectable clitoris. With a soft whimper of surrender, she fastened her lips about the miniature phallus and began sucking.
Expertly, managing the adjustment without dislodging either of their mouths from its hungry feasting, Satin rolled Carol farther onto the bed, leaving the girl on her back while the black curled cunt ground its delicate lips against the soft, young mouth.
For herself, Satin flattened her tongue and drew it up and down through the slippery cleft of Carol's delicious pussy, licking the shivering curtain of labial tissue until it yielded a trickle of the thick honey from deep in the convulsing vagina. As it puddled in the oval slit, the tongue stiffened, its tip sliding into the torrid channel to increase the liquid offering. Her lips pursed, pulling the pussy juice into her mouth where it blended with her saliva, then forcing it back into the spasming cunt again.
Carol's ass bucked as the new and wonderful sensations multiplied with each caress of that skillful tongue. She felt Satin's lips fasten about her love-bud, and her body jerked with pleasure at the rapid flicking of the woman's tongue on that engorged stem.
A gut wrenching climax rolled through her cunt and she strained her own tongue far up inside the dripping jaws of the pussy that moved so vigorously against her willing mouth.
She swallowed repeatedly, sucking the tart effluvium from its flexing source, and letting it slide down her throat in deep, satisfying gulps. She drew the meaty lips of the cunt between her teeth, nibbling and tonguing until the lush hips were dancing with ecstacy, grinding the labial division in an exciting parody of fucking.
As Carol's orgasm mounted in intensity, Satin began drinking the delicious juice generated by the girl's wild passion. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the entire mass of quivering flesh, her tongue plunging through the flexing slit as she drew the nectar out with savage gulps. Her fingers, gentle, but powerful, stroked the area between the convulsing slit and the winking eye of the dainty anus. Her sharp nails raked the tender perineum and played about the nerve laced asshole, each movement designed to extract still more of that satisfying liquid that bathed her tongue and her sucking lips.
"No!" Carol heard her own hoarse cry as that exquisite cunt pulled itself free of her hungry mouth, and the diving tongue deserted her still spasming pussy. "Don't stop!"
Her throat tingled, and her tongue ached from its prolonged attack on that tasty vagina. But she could never get enough of that wonderful liquid. She wanted more, and she wanted to feel that hot mouth on her own excited snatch.
"You'll find it's better," Satin soothed the writhing girl, "if you're not so greedy."
Carol opened her glazed eyes to find the beautiful face over hers, and her lips parted to claim the tongue that had so successfully ravished her young cunt.
The kiss brought even keener thrills as each of them tasted the blend of their vaginal honey.
"Oh, goddamn!"
They broke the kiss to stare at Jimmy, his knees slightly bent and parted, and his hips hunching furiously as his fist pounded up and down his strutted cock.
Just in time, he covered the swollen purple knob with his left hand, his face contorting and his body jerking as his prick erupted, the thick cream spilling between his cupped fingers as he milked the shaft with slow pumping strokes, gasping his satisfaction.
"Beautiful!" Satin exclaimed, her green eyes gleaming as she watched the youth's squeezing fingers extract the last globs of the sticky come. "Can you maintain that erection?"
"Lady," Jimmy panted. "I don't think this cock will ever go down again! Jesus! I never saw two chicks make out like that, except in some phony movie."
Satin seemed to ignore all but the answer to her question. "Spread the semen over your penis, Jimmy," she said in a tense voice. "Get it very slick."
As Jimmy's hands moved in compliance, Satin moved to lie beside Carol. She lay face down, her magnificent ass rising in a perfect arch between the narrow waist and the exquisite thighs. Her arms, forearms crossed, cushioned one cheek as she observed the lad's semen smeared cock. She waited until he gave her a questioning look.
"I believe you know what I want you to do," she murmured invitingly, flexing her buttocks for emphasis.
Jimmy stared in disbelief, his hand still clutching the base of his rearing shaft. He took a step toward the bed and paused, his eyes doubting and hesitant.
"You want me to screw you in the ass?" he asked in a husky voice. "Is that it?"
"Do you mind?" Satin smiled. "I think you'll find it enjoyable."
Jimmy crawled onto the bed and straddled the shapely thighs, his cock, slick and shiny with the coat of semen, dipped toward the deep cleft of her buttocks.
"How about letting me get between your legs?" he demanded. "It's gonna be rough gettin' it in like this."
"You can manage," Satin answered. "Carol, suppose you help him."
"Yeah, baby," Jimmy grinned, giving her a broad wink. "You can pull those buns open for me." He looked down at Satin's inviting rump. "Christ! I never thought I'd even get to meet a dame with a million bucks, and here I am about to stick my prick in her asshole!"
"You're vulgar, Jimmy!" Carol complained, sitting up and reaching for the firm cheeks, taking time to fondle them before spreading the relaxed pads to expose the dainty circlet of the woman's anus.
"Most men are vulgar," Satin observed, giving her hips a little flip of impatience. "But they do have their good points."
Jimmy pressed the head of his cock against the tender entrance as he said, "You're about to get my good point, lady."
Carol stared in fascination as the huge knob popped out of sight, and the striated lips of Satin's asshole became a strained circle that hugged the thick shaft with a quivering embrace.
"Goddamn!" Jimmy groaned. "It feels like hot butter in there! Lady, I'm gonna fuck you right through the damned bed!"
Satin manipulated the internal muscles of her colon and sphincter, sucking the inserted prick almost half its length into her torrid ass, making Jimmy gasp with pleasure and his cock throb fiercely in the juicy grip.
"Nothing would please me more," Satin said, her voice betraying the pressure in her belly. "What are you waiting for?"
The last word ended in a soft grunt as the lad drove the remainder of his prick into the yielding flesh, beginning a savage hunching, the frictioning made easier by the coating of semen on his lengthy prong.
Carol gaped in amazement as the eight inches of engorged cock-meat pistoned in and out of Satin's anus, pushing the expanded lips inward with each thrust, then tugging them outward in withdrawal until the pink membrane glistened about the retreating pole.
She was aware that some men enjoyed such action, and some girls permitted it just to make their partners happy. But it had never occurred to her that the woman would find it pleasurable. In fact, she was surprised that such a tiny orifice could contain anything as large as Jimmy's cock. Satin was not only taking it with ease, but obviously enjoying every powerful thrust.
Jimmy was trying desperately to carry out his threat, his hips pounding Satin's rear with a steady rhythm, and his balls squeezing between her thighs each time he rammed his prick up into that slippery hot asshole. He crouched over her lovely body like a jockey straddling a racing mare, flogging her with his plunging cock into a frantic writhing between his flexing thighs.
Carol moved closer, discovering that her hand had dipped between her thighs, and that two fingers were working in and out of the excited mouth of her cunt. She arched her body to better observe the sliding prick, admiring the masculine beauty of the thick shaft, its ropy veins pulsating, and the entire column coated with the greasy mixture of semen and the exudation of Satin's rectum.
Jimmy suddenly switched from his left cheek to his right, turning his face toward Carol, but keeping his head pressed tightly against Satin's back as he fucked her with more rapid strokes. His prick made little sucking sounds as it slid in and out of her increasingly juicy ass.
Carol found her eyes locked with his, and she moved her own head to where their lips could touch, not in a full kiss, but enough to permit the interplay of tongues that was somehow more arousing than a complete meshing of mouths.
Her free hand went to his pounding ass, fingers spreading to caress the flexing buttock. Excitement built in her crotch, and she broke the contact of teasing tongues to move her hand into the crease of his tail, sliding between his thighs to fondle the heavy balls that swayed and rolled with his furious hunches.
"Yeah!" he hissed, pounding harder as he felt her caress. "Keep doin' that, sugar! I'm almost ready to shoot my wad!"
Except for an occasional grunt, drawn from her by an unusually vicious thrust of the throbbing cock, Satin had been quiet, answering Jimmy's attack only with her writhing hips and the churning embrace of her juicy asshole.
Carol crawled around to where she could kneel behind Jimmy, using both hands to tease his testicles and the winking brown eye of his anus. Crouching over Satin's legs, she rubbed her stiffened nipples against the graceful calves, finally leaning forward to kiss the rich swelling of the thighs, her half closed eyes watching Jimmy's prick drive through the ring of white froth that had gathered in Satin's anal cleft.
She had come a dozen times under the ministrations of the woman's experienced tongue, but her pussy still ached for the filling that only a male cock could provide. Her clitoris, swollen with desire, ached to feel Jimmy's pelvic arch pounding against it.
Her hips dropped to jam her cunt against Satin's upturned heels, and she felt the rounded hardness press back, the curve fitting itself between her labial lips. Eagerly. Carol began rubbing her pussy against the heel, bathing it in her juices, then riding it with a furious massage as the pleasure waves rippled back through her vagina.
Directly in front of her face, Jimmy's ass rose and fell in his avid assault on Satin's anus. His thighs, spread to straddle the woman's, pulled his buttocks apart just enough to expose the brown ring of his bunghole, and Carol found herself gripped by a desire to force her tongue into that tiny, sensitive orifice.
Still grinding her pussy against Satin's heel, she leaned forward, intent on satisfying that powerful hunger, extending her tongue toward the winking target.
It was at that very moment that Satin arched her waist and shoved her delectable rear upward, impaling her asshole on Jimmy's stiff rod, tightening the muscles and preventing the youth's escape. Holding his prick locked in her seething colon, she undulated that slippery sheath inward, again and again, the rings of gripping tissue massaging the eight inches of throbbing hardness and churning hotly about the deeply implanted head.
Jimmy tried to continue his stroking, but the asshole held his cock captive, frigging it far more effectively than his earlier hunches. Locked to her naked back, the lad could only groan with pleasure as Satin drew him toward a spine melting orgasm.
The groan became a cry as Carol's wet tongue jammed its stiffened tip against his anus, pressing until the sphincter relaxed and the slick muscle slid up into his asshole, beginning a rapid fucking motion that triggered his balls into a powerful ejaculatory spasming.
His come ripped through the hilted prick and into Satin's intestine, and each spurt was echoed by a clenching of the anal muscle about Carol's probing tongue. She recognized the rhythmic pressure, and her own cunt exploded against Satin's heel, grinding fiercely as the vaginal contractions sent their stabs of joy throughout her body.
Carol's climax left her gasping and dazed, and she hardly realized what was happening when Satin's gentle hands rolled her onto her back and spread her slender legs. It was only when she felt the woman's tongue boring up into her pussy again that she began to respond by working her ass cooperatively.
It was only a prelude. Satisfied that the girl's snatch was ready, Satin moved aside and waved Jimmy onto Carol's writhing body, smiling with satisfaction as the youth positioned his knees between the girl's legs and guided his huge prick into the quivering lips of her juicy cunt.
Carol threw both arms about the boy's neck, and her legs reached up to encircle his waist. Before he could provide that intended shove that would drive his cock into her belly, Carol's ass reached up in a grinding ascension, screwing her pussy onto his prong and sucking it into her vagina until the throbbing knob was jammed forcefully against her spasming cervix.
Jimmy tried to kiss her, but she pushed his face down to feed one engorged nipple into his mouth, and he accepted it with an eagerness that made her gasp. His teeth nibbled and his tongue danced wildly over the succulent morsel as his hips began pistoning his prick through the hot juicy sleeve of pussy meat.
Lying on her side, feeling Jimmy's semen far up in her still tingling ass, Satin watched the young couple with those slumberous green eyes. Her fingers, slender and graceful, traced the curve of one magnificent breast, circling the nipple before tightening about it in a gentle rolling massage.
This would be one of her most enjoyable conquests, she mused. Already, she had stripped both Mike and Lisa of their few inhibitions, and the two young people were showing every evidence of willingness to cooperate in anything she might suggest.
Jimmy was fucking the girl with savage hunches, cramming his hairy balls into the crack of her writhing, bouncing ass. His prick, jerking almost constantly with the surges of ecstacy produced by the massage of her wriggling vagina, poled in and out of the young cunt, stretching and frictioning until both of them were panting with the almost unbearable pleasure of their connected loins.
Carol came almost immediately, her ass shaking and bucking as the spasms of climax roared through her cunt, heightened by the continued thrusting of the throbbing cock through the flexing channel. Her juices bubbled from deep inside, laving his prick, and lubricating the passageway until the strokes became audible, a sucking, gurgling sound as the thick shaft slipped in and out of the pliant labia.
Satin's eyes narrowed as she watched the pussy lips pressed inward by the invading cock, the sheer size of the pole forcing the labia inside until only the blond curls were visible about its thick base. Then, as the prick retreated, the vaginal walls were tugged outward, and the engorged stem of her clitoris leaped into view, straining and quivering for a moment before it was drawn inward again with another delightful thrust of the huge cock.
The boy would last a long time, Satin smiled. The girl would have at least a dozen more orgasms before he blasted his load into her. It was an ideal time for one of her favorite sports. Later, after Carol's pussy had sucked the last drop of deliriously young sperm from that throbbing prick, she would feast again, drinking the heady mixture from the beautiful lips of the girl's sweet cunt.
"Reach back, Jimmy," Satin said, raising her voice to draw the attention of the hunching pair, "and pull her legs up higher."
Jimmy's ass slowed its pounding, halting with his cock hilted in the slavering jaws of Carol's quim. He let his weight down on the girl's firm tits as he groped back and to either side, slipping his hands between his own hips and Carol's encircling legs.
"No!" Carol whimpered when he drew her thighs up toward her torso, the crook of his arm hooked behind her knees. The altered position elevated her ass, and his prick gained another delightful inch, its pulsating knob filling the deepest recess of her already straining cunt. "No!"
"Oh, yes!" Satin murmured, leaning over to place her face close to Carol's. "You agreed to do as you were told."
"It feels like I'm about to burst!" Carol whimpered.
"You won't, darling," Satin assured her. "Just let your body relax." She turned her attention to the excited Jimmy. "Now, one at a time, raise them even higher, and let her drape them over your shoulders."
Awkwardly, grunting as he felt her pussy moving about his cock, Jimmy managed to bring the girl's left leg up as directed. His free right arm braced itself against the bed, raising his chest as he pulled her right leg into a matching position.
Carol was bent double, her ass completely off the bed, and her pussy elevated into a helpless target for the youth's attack. She craned her neck, staring down past her tits at the meshed curls, brown and blond, where his huge cock entered her body.
Jimmy's prick was not quite as large as Mike's, but it packed her cunt far more fully because of her position. Remembering how it had reared out from his crotch, she expected to feel the knob pushing up into her throat as the youth squirmed his pubic arch against the splayed lips of her pussy.
She tried straightening her legs, and the movement only impaled her more firmly upon the throbbing spear. The complete helplessness of her position was like an aphrodisiac, creating a hunger in her straining vagina to be fucked more savagely than before. Her internal juices laved the monstrous intruder, and the pussy walls began an involuntary undulation that made her whimper with pleasure.
"Now, Jimmy," Satin urged, watching Carol's face. "Show us just what a cocksman you are."
The boy's hips rose, dragging his thick prong from the flexing clutch of the slippery cunt, feeling the clinging tissues caress his hardness with hot frictioning. At the peak of his withdrawal, he paused, enjoying the delightful massage of the labial muscles about the head of his prick. Then, with a grunt of unbridled passion, he drove the spear of engorged meat up into her belly.
A cry burst from Carol's gaping mouth, and her eyes widened with the stretching of her vaginal folds. But the sensations that tore through her belly were far from painful. Every nerve in her cunt seemed exposed to that probing cock as it drove in and out, churning the hot juices into a bubbling froth that was forced out to dribble down her writhing, jerking ass.
Jimmy's feet dug into the bed, his thighs cording and his powerful buttocks knotting with the force of his thrusts. His prick tunneled into her belly with such savagery that she could not even call his name.
Carol wanted to scream as a powerful orgasm thundered through her convulsing pussy, but all that escaped her clenched teeth was a continuation of those little animal grunts. Her cunt ached to feel the lad's hot sperm, and she worked her ass to increase his pleasure, tightening her vagina about his shaft, and ramming her dripping crotch up to receive each wonderful thrust of that huge cock.
He came with a hoarse cry of ecstacy, spraying her womb with the ropy semen and jabbing the spurting knob of his prick against the spasming cervical entrance. Carol could only gasp as her ass twisted and bounced with the unprecedented thrills that seemed to increase with each violent splash of his hot come inside her convulsing pussy.
She was too weak to help him when he lowered her legs to the bed and pulled his cock from the cream filled mushiness of her cunt. She could only sigh with happiness as she felt Satin's greedy mouth fasten about the swollen labia, and the warm tongue wriggled into her slit to scoop out the spilled cream.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been the most wonderful evening Lisa had ever experienced. The cuisine was superb, the service perfect, and the conversation flowed effortlessly.
Satin had insisted that they dress informally, suggesting shorts and halters for the girls and the most casual attire for Mike and Jimmy. For herself, Satin chose a flowered sarong that seemed held in place only by the prominent breasts that showed creamy mounds above the clinging fabric.
Lisa was happy to see that Carol and Jimmy seemed to have forgotten their differences, and were exchanging glances that made Lisa's pussy shiver as she recalled the lad's uninhibited assault on that hungry orifice. She wondered if Carol had let the boy screw her, and that thought brought on a fresh wave of desire for the pleasure only another female could provide.
Mike, handsome and evidently at ease, divided his attention among the three women, his dark eyes bold in their visual caress of bare shoulders and hidden, but perfectly outlined tits.
When the uniformed servant had poured their after-dinner wine, Satin issued a quiet command and the man left the large room, closing the door behind him. Satin lifted her glass, waiting until the others had followed suit before speaking.
"I have instructed the crew that we are not to be disturbed for any reason," she said, her eyes moving from face to face. "During the next few hours, we are all going to discover things about ourselves we did not know were possible."
Four attentive faces presented questioning looks as they waited for her to continue. Lisa darted a quick glance at Mike, but he was staring at Satin.
"We are forty miles at sea," Satin went on. "We can, within rather broad limits, do whatever we please. Therefore, I suggest we drink to a complete togetherness." Her eyes twinkled as she noted their hesitation.
Five glasses were drained before Satin waved her hand about the room, indicating the two large couches that stood against one paneled wall.
"Lisa and Carol," she murmured, savoring the power of the suggestion and anticipating the reaction of the two males. "I want the two of you to go over to the far couch, stand side by side, and undress."
Mike sucked in a surprised breath, and Jimmy's face became a grinning mask. Neither Lisa nor Carol showed surprise as they stood up, hands touching as they walked with swaying hips to the indicated spot Satin's gaze went to Mike's half frown.
"I must warn you," she said quietly. "If anyone wishes to object, now is the time to do so. Otherwise, I shall expect complete cooperation from each of you."
Mike cleared his throat, a faint pink highlighting his neck and ears. He jerked a thumb at Jimmy. "Does he have to be here?"
"You're making noises like a jealous husband, Mike," Satin reminded him. "We can't have togetherness and jealousy."
The broad shoulders shrugged agreement, and the brown eyes fastened on Carol's cherry-tipped breasts as the girl stripped off the halter and hooked her thumbs in the band of the shorts. His stare switched to Lisa's superb tits as she bared them with a boldness Mike found surprising and exciting. He felt his cock stiffening as both girls began rolling the shorts down, exposing the delightfully bushed cunts.
Satin stood up, walking slowly to the second couch and turning to loosen the flowered sarong, giving the two males a sultry smile as she flipped it open and off, revealing the statuesque beauty of her naked body.
Calmly, as though still completely dressed, she seated herself on the couch, the lush breasts tilting their large nipples toward Lisa and Carol. She pointed a delicate finger at Mike and Jimmy.
"Now," she murmured, "it's your turn, gentlemen."
Jimmy was first on his feet, stripping off his shirt and unzipping his slacks with unabashed eagerness.
Mike rose and slipped out of his shirt, finding that he was watching Jimmy out of the corner of his eye as the boy stepped out of the slacks and turned to display his towering erection.
He was surprised at the size of the cock, and he felt a satisfaction that his own was slightly larger. It was also throbbing with desire as he observed the three naked females.
"Lisa, Carol," Satin said, "sit down on the couch, close together." She waited until the girls had obeyed, then turned back to Mike and Jimmy. "You two are to walk over to the girls and stand before them. Don't touch them. Just stand there."
Exchanging frowns, the two advanced across the room, their pricks swaying from side to side above the taut globes of their balls. Mike halted before Lisa, and Jimmy stood staring at Carol's thrusting tits, giving her a wink when she looked up with a hesitant smile.
"Exchange places, gentlemen," Satin ordered. "I think it will prove much more interesting that way."
Again, Mike framed a protest, but he stifled it when he saw the woman's eyes. He turned his frown upon Jimmy, but the boy ignored it as they switched positions, and Mike looked down at Carol's young body.
"Girls," came the soft command, "spread your knees apart."
The two rearing cocks jerked in excitement as the lovely thighs opened, and two delicate cunts winked wetly at the threatening spears. Mike had to restrain himself as he saw the dainty lips of Carol's pussy quiver. It was like an invitation, and he no longer cared that Lisa was watching. If Satin would only give the word, he would fuck the willing teenager in front of all of them.
Then, like a cold chill over his balls, it became apparent that, if he was to screw Carol, Jimmy would be free to ball Lisa. He shot a glance at the boy's huge prong, and visualized its swollen head forcing itself into Lisa's juicy cunt.
Suddenly, the chill turned to a tingling warmth of anticipation, surprising him with its powerful effect on his shifting emotions. It was impossible that he would actually welcome the sight of another man fucking Lisa, yet he had to admit that he wanted to see exactly that.
"Lisa and Carol," Satin said, amusement lacing her soft voice. "You are about to provide the dessert for the gentlemen." A note of sharpness entered her tone as she said, "Mike, you and Jimmy may kneel and proceed. Once you do so, you are not to stop until your partner is completely satisfied."
It was Jimmy who turned to ask, "What happens after we do that?" His prick seemed about to burst in engorgement, the purple helmet jerking toward his slabbed belly. "I gotta stick this thing in something."
"You're being impatient again," Satin smiled. "Just do as you're told. You won't be sorry."
Mike held back, although his mouth watered as he dropped to his knees and draped his arms over Carol's thighs, inhaling deeply of her musk. He watched Jimmy assume the same position before Lisa, and saw his wife slide her hips forward, lifting her delectaole cunt for his descending mouth.
Lisa's eyes squeezed shut, and she grabbed the boy's head with both hands, pushing his face into her crotch, and giving a soft gasp as his lips fastened about her slit, his tongue driving up into the slippery vaginal entrance.
Mike's shoulder brushed against Jimmy's as he leaned forward, and he heard the wet slurping as the lad sucked the juices from the dainty pussy.
Looking up for a moment, Mike found Carol's hot eyes staring at him, pleading without words for him to claim the pink trench that peeked from its border of golden curls. With a little grunt, he buried his head between the girl's warm thighs, and pressed his open mouth against her tasty cunt.
Mike felt her body tremble when he forced his stiffened tongue into the narrow slit, wiggling the tip to caress the responsive labia which tightened about that probing muscle with quick spasming.
He began sucking, drawing the cuntal honey from her vagina. It filled his mouth, some of it escaping about his slurping lips, and he swallowed repeatedly, his tongue probing her pussy to urge more of the delicious nectar from the churning sheath.
Carol whimpered with pleasure, and her thighs clamped Mike's head, her fingers running through his dark hair, then shaping themselves about his ears as her thighs relaxed and she shoved her cunt more tightly against his sucking mouth. She began working her ass in a quick circling, frictioning the lips of her pussy about his meaty tongue.
Mike found himself pursing his greedy lips and forcing the oval into Carol's cunt, sucking as if drinking from the depths of that sweet young snatch, his nose rubbing the thrusting stem of her clitoris.
Carol climaxed almost immediately when Mike's tongue dipped into her quim. She had dreamed of having him do that, and to finally experience it was more than she could resist.
Lisa, too, filled Jimmy's mouth with an orgasmic explosion that kept the boy swallowing fiercely until the hot lava spill subsided. She looked down at Mike's shoulder, pressed against Jimmy's as he worried his face into Carol's writhing crotch, and she leaned until her own arm touched her sister's.
Carol turned her head, and their eyes locked, a flash of some long repressed emotion darting back and forth along the visual link. As if moving to the rhythm of some unheard music, their heads moved, each toward the other, lips parting in welcome, meeting, clinging and working savagely.
It was Lisa's tongue that was sucked willingly into Carol's mouth, and Carol's hands that deserted Mike's head to embrace her sister's torso and explore the lush curve of her proud breast.
Lisa wasted no time in putting her own eager fingers into play, tracing the sweet curve of her sister's back, and teasing one distended nipple until the spongy morsel quivered in her gentle grip.
Both girl's kept their thighs spread, working their dripping pussies against the ravaging tongues that slithered in and out between the noisy slurps that sucked the tart liquid from the convulsing vaginas. But their own mouths feasted, each on the other, until Lisa deserted the honey-sweet lips to claim a sueculent nipple, nursing it with avid tugs and lashing it with her hot tongue.
"Enough, gentlemen!" Satin's exclamation tugged the two cream-covered mouths from their furry targets. "Just relax a moment and observe the fruit of your labor."
Mike and Jimmy rocked back on their heels, pricks rearing in fierce erections, and both cock-heads oozing trickles of pre-come as they stared at the two girls. Mike ran his tongue around his lips, and Jimmy slowly drew the back of his hand across his own mouth, then licked the juice gathered by the gesture.
Lisa and Carol did not look up. Locked in a torrid embrace, they wriggled farther onto the couch, bodies twisting gracefully and excitingly until Carol straddled her sister's upturned face, and her own soft lips were pressed greedily against Lisa's splayed cunt.
Lisa's fingers shaped themselves about Carol's ass cheeks and tugged, pulling the girl's pussy down onto her open mouth, and Carol's pelvic jerk announced the entry of Lisa's tongue into her eager slit.
"You see, gentlemen," Satin said in a near whisper. "Love assumes many forms. Those two are doing something they've both wanted to do for years. Let them enjoy their newly discovered freedom. I can assure you, it will not diminish their relationship with you. If anything, it will give it a new and deeper dimension."
The beautiful woman rose to her feet, every curve of her voluptuous body beckoning to the staring males. She lifted one hand, palm up and forefinger extended, curling it in invitation.
"I promised both of you that you would not be sorry," she whispered. "Come here." She waited until they reached her before adding, "I want you to face each other."
Reluctantly, the two turned, their formidable cocks almost touching as they angled upward from the hairy nests and swollen balls. Each male tried to avoid looking directly at the other's organ, but the urge was irresistable. Mike was irritated by the smug expression on Jimmy's handsome face.
"Closer," Satin murmured commandingly. "You two have much in common. Jimmy, what did Mike do to Carol?"
Jimmy gave her a crooked grin as he answered, "Hell, lady! He went down on her."
Satin's eyes registered amusement and she turned them on Mike. "And what did our young friend do to your wife?"
"Damn it!" Mike growled. "He ate her cunt! You know what he did."
"Exactly," the woman smiled. "So, you see, you really have no complaint. Now, put the tips of your two organs together."
"Just a damned minute!" Mike exclaimed, his eyes glaring at Satin in mounting anger. "You didn't say anything about that."
"What's the matter, Mike?" Jimmy asked in a teasing voice. "Afraid you'll like it?"
"No, goddamn it! I'm just not into that scene!" Mike flared.
"Easy, Mike," Satin soothed. "Nobody suggested that either of you is not one hundred percent male. I have a very personal reason for wanting you like that."
Mike's anger disappeared as suddenly as it had flashed across his face. With a grunt of submission, he stepped forward, letting the head of his huge prick ram solidly against Jimmy's glans, the stiffness of the two shafts keeping the knobs in place.
Jimmy drew a sharp breath, and his hips jerked at the unusual contact. His cock lurched and a trickle of seminal juice appeared, oozing from the tightly drawn slit. Both he and Mike stared in fascination as it slid sluggishly down the V of the lad's cockhead to disappear between the two touching columns.
"Jesus!" Mike hissed, his own prick shuddering and yielding a glob of matching lubricant.
Satin, too, stared at the two rearing shafts, moistening her full lips with a dainty tongue. "You see how simple it is?" she whispered. "Now, I want you to get on the couch. I'll show you how to position yourselves."
There was no hesitation as the two climbed onto the big couch. At Satin's direction, they sat down, facing each other, Jimmy's legs spread and draped over Mike's more brawny thighs. Each scooted forward until their hairy balls were pressed together, and the throbbing cocks stood, belly to belly.
Satin leaned over the junction of their crotches, her breasts swaying, and her lovely hips rearing as her lips approached the two slippery knobs.
She opened her mouth wide, and both men grunted with pleasure as her teeth scraped lightly over their joined glans. Her tongue, hot and wet, forced its meaty wedge between the knobs, wriggling and caressing. Then, with a nasal whimper of enjoyment, she began sucking.
Mike managed to take one last look at the other couch. Lisa was on top, her rosy ass twisting madly as she screwed her dripping cunt against Carol's greedy mouth.
Then, as Satin's straining mouth began its torrid nursing, he became oblivious to everything but the delightful sensation that raced down his prong and into his nuts, swirling and churning until he groaned with the pleasure of her hot suction.
He could feel Jimmy's cock throbbing and jerking against his own, burning hot, and providing a frictioning that heightened the goodness that drew him closer and closer to orgasm. He fought back the urge to come, determined to enjoy the new and exciting sensation as long as possible.
Placing his hands slightly behind him, Mike leaned back. The movement jammed his balls more closely against the boy's, and his prick inched a little farther into Satin's mouth. Her tongue wriggled between the two cockheads, and Mike's slipped to one side, ramming into the soft pocket of her left cheek.
It was physically impossible for Satin to slide her lips up and down the twin columns, for her jaw was strained to its fullest and her mouth was packed with the two huge glans. But the hot tongue provided a constant massage of the sensitive underbellies, flicking from one to the other and driving in and out between them as she sucked and swallowed the oozing cream of their throbbing joints.
Over Satin's bowed head, Mike watched Jimmy's face contort. The lad's lips drew back over clenched teeth, and his eyes closed in a grimace of ecstacy. Mike felt the young prick jerk violently against his, and his cockhead was suddenly showered with a hot, slippery wetness as the boy's semen jetted into Satin's vacuuming mouth, the globs of ropy sperm adding yet another thrilling dimension to Mike's own pleasure.
Satin gave another soft whimper of acknowledgement, but she did not swallow. Instead, she shaped her tongue over the two heads, deflecting the spurts of come until it felt to Mike as though they were aimed directly at his pulsating glans. The hot cream splattered against his prick and spread over the huge knob like warm butter, slick and good.
His fingers clutched the couch and his ass quivered as an unbelievable jolt of orgasmic ecstacy loosed his own floodgates. Just before his eyes squeezed shut, he saw Jimmy's surprised and delighted face, and he knew the lad was enjoying the same thrill he had experienced only moments before. Lights flickered and zigzagged against his closed eyelids as his load of come blasted against the woman's massaging tongue.
She was forced to swallow by the sheer volume of semen, and each gulp created an added suction for the continued jets of the hot cream. She drank it all, avidly and thoroughly, keeping her lips clamped tightly about their joined pricks until she had claimed the last delicious drop.
When she worked her mouth free, she wrapped her fingers about the two prongs, pressing them together from balls to tip. Wetly and with parted lips, she kissed the joined heads.
Jimmy stared into Mike's flushed face as he whispered, "Cool, man! Don't tell me you can't dig this."
Mike's lips twitched. "I dig, Jimmy! Goddamn right, I dig!"
Satin raised her head, her tongue sliding about the red lips to gather the few drops that had escaped during her loving feasting. She looked from Mike to Jimmy, then down to where her fingers had released the two cocks. They were still standing, belly to belly.
"Now," she whispered approvingly, "That is real togetherness." Her fingertips brushed Mike's hairy chest, pushing gently. "Lie back, Mike. I'll mount you, and Jimmy can mount me."
Jimmy blinked at her, scooting backward to give Mike room to carry out her command. "At the same time?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Of course, darling," she murmured. "I think you'll find this even more interesting than what we just did."
Mike lay back, his cock still firm and thrusting upward in throbbing readiness as Satin straddled his thighs and leaned over his chest, her belly pressing his shaft down as her lips neared his.
"You first, Jimmy," she said softly. "It's easier that way. Just work it all the way in."
The boy knelt between Mike's legs, and aimed the head of his cock at the tiny anus he had fucked when he first met the lovely woman. He shivered as he made contact, then grunted with pleasure as he forced the big knob through the clenching sphincter.
Gripping her lush hips, he worked his ass in a screwing motion, sliding the eight inch prick into the slippery heat of her asshole. Deeper and deeper, until his belly was jammed against the upper curve of her buttocks and his balls rolled against the tightly stretched plane of her perineum.
Satin moved her torso from side to side, brushing her taut nipples over Mike's chest. Her tongue tip flicked at his parted lips, teasing and arousing. Mike could taste the musk of his and Jimmy's semen in the moisture of her caress, but he did not feel the aversion he expected. His only emotion was desire.
Without being told to do so, he shoved his hands between their bellies, using one to aim his engorged prick, and the other to guide her descending cunt. The swollen labia fastened its juicy lips about the tip of his cock, and Satin began forcing her vagina over the rearing hardness.
"Christ!" Mike gasped. The pressure was incredible. Jimmy's tool, filling her ass, pressed against the normally tight channel and increased its mushy resistance until Mike became doubtful of a successful entry.
"Patience, darlings," Satin exclaimed, her voice betraying the strain as her pussy slowly yielded to the thick prong. "This may take some time."
"Damn!" Jimmy groaned from behind her. "It feels like we're both in the same hole!"
"That's the whole idea," Satin managed, feeding another inch of the cock into her protesting snatch. "Think of how it will feel when you begin sliding in and out."
Mike drew his hands up and shaped them about the firm tits, catching the hard nipples between his splayed fingers. Pleasure tickled his balls as the cunt enveloped more and more of his prick, and he could feel Jimmy's tool throbbing just beyond the thin wall of the torrid passageway. He watched Satin's exquisite features, searching for some evidence of her reaction to the complete packing of her cunt and her ass with cock meat.
Except for a slight frown of strain, her face was void of expression. Only her flawless body participated in the triple congress. Her pussy, gradually engulfing the thick spear of Mike's cock, churned and convulsed, while her asshole, stretched by Jimmy's hilted prick, trembled and shivered about that throbbing shaft.
Just as before, Mike could feel Jimmy's ventral ridge against his, separated by the tightly stretched partition of shuddering tissue. Satin's muscles, gripping both columns, made the contact more fierce than before, and her descent slid Mike's cockhead upward along Jimmy's prick toward its own flaring knob.
Halfway down his rod, Satin began grinding her hips and bouncing slowly on his cock, jiggling the sensitive head inside her juicy cunt. The pelvic action stirred Jimmy's tool in her asshole, and the lad began pumping it in and out with short, but forceful strokes. Mike could feel the sliding of the other tool, and he shoved his hips upward to urge Satin into greater effort.
She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, rearing back until Jimmy gasped with the complete hilting of his pole in her oily tail. Slowly, her cunt writhing and wriggling about Mike's cock, she slid the labia all the way to the thick base, and Mike felt Jimmy's balls slide against his as the lad followed her down.
Satin bent forward again, giving Mike her lips and tongue as she began sliding her cunt up and down on his engorged ramrod, while a grunting Jimmy fucked his cock in and out of her clenching ass with long, steady strokes. Her tits, the nipples hard and hot, seared Mike's chest as she impaled herself on his prick, her cunt juices drenching his pubic hair and lubricating the churning sheath until each rise and fall was a gurgling, noisy squishing, matched by the sucking sound of Jimmy's prick as it speared her slippery tail.
Both Jimmy and Mike hunched their cocks in and out of the woman's body, each feeling the throb and jerk of the other's prick as it fucked through the opposing channel. Satin, her face still showing nothing but a lessened strain, rode the two prongs with matching fierceness, her magnificent hips pounding up and down, covering the full nine inches of Mike's cock with each grinding slide.
"Christ!" Jimmy groaned. "I can feel your cock pumping like crazy!"
"Yeah!" Mike grunted, trying to reach one of Satin's tits with his lips as she raised her torso in a variation of her pelvic effort. "And I can feel yours in there, too!"
Satin's words were spaced about her steady hunches as she murmured, "I'm the lucky one. I can feel both of them."
Mike was first to lose control in their rush toward orgasm. As he felt the spasms shudder through his testicles, he bucked up to shove his prick into that churning cauldron of pussy flesh, announcing his imminent come with a hoarse cry of pleasure.
His cock lurched and throbbed as it jetted the big globs of gravy up into her belly, and Jimmy fucked like a demon as he felt the convulsions against his own pistoning shaft. The increased jabbing massaged Mike's tool as he came, and the pleasure became almost unbearable before the boy began spurting his own load into Satin's churning asshole.
There was one incredible moment when their orgasms overlapped. Mike's prick still slammed its viscous liquid deep in the clenching vagina as Jimmy's cock jerked in the adjacent channel, and each of them experienced the ball tugging ecstacy of increased frictioning.
Satin lifted her gurgling slit up and off Mike's prong, tugging her bottom free of Jimmy's tool. She rolled off the couch, standing beside it with her statuesque legs spread and the white rivulets of Mike's semen trickling from her swollen cunt to be trapped in the thick black curls of her bush.
On the other couch, face to face, on their sides, Carol and Lisa lay locked in a lazy kiss, their hips moving to grind one moist pussy against the other. They separated at Satin's gentle suggestion, sitting on the edge of the couch and exchanging self-conscious grins with Mike and Jimmy.
"I think," Satin observed, favoring all four with a smile, "that you are all beginning to get the idea. However, we can do much better. Let's take time out for a shower. As soon as you've finished, come to my cabin."
She walked to the door, her hips undulating provocatively. Turning, she added, "Don't bother with your clothes. You won't need them."
"Jesus! What a woman!" Jimmy exclaimed when the door had closed behind her. He glanced at Mike's flushed features. "Did you ever make out like that before?"
Mike wagged his head. A grin touched his lips. "That's just one of the firsts," he said softly. "It seems we're all doing things we've never done before."
Lisa took Carol's hand in hers, squeezing the girl's fingers as she admitted, "I'm not going to make any excuses for anything."
Thirty minutes later, refreshed by the showers and a round of stiff drinks they found waiting for them in Satin's cabin, the two couples heard Satin explain her wishes.
There were no arguments. The atmosphere of sensuality had erased any lingering inhibition, and Mike found himself merely smiling tolerantly as Lisa crawled onto the big bed and dragged a pillow down to thrust it under her ass, elevating her brown bush. She drew her knees up and spread her thighs, parting the puffy lips of her cunt and exposing the dewey inner labia.
Mike found his own cock stiffening as Jimmy advanced toward the bed, his meaty shaft beginning to swell with anticipation. The boy crouched between Lisa's thighs, grunting with excitement when
Lisa's fingers gripped his prick and steered it into her avid cunt.
The cock began sliding into the expanded circle, forcing the clinging pussy lips inward with its thickness, and Lisa's elevated ass swiveled on the pillow, screwing her vagina about the hot meat that stretched and filled her so delightfully.
Her arms gathered Jimmy against her pointed tits, and her mouth claimed his. Her legs went about his hips, then shifted upward to encircle his arched waist. Her ass climbed, pushing her eager cunt onto his cock with little upward jerks until his balls nestled tightly in the crack of her gyrating bottom.
Mike watched as Jimmy's hips began a rhythmic rise and fall that sent his prick sliding in and out of Lisa's juicy crack. A little shiver raced up Mike's spine, and his own cock rose to a throbbing readiness that tugged his balls up from between his hairy thighs.
His stare left the pair on the bed to drink in Carol's naked body. The girl, standing close beside him, was visibly excited by the sight. Her tits were heaving with quick, deep breaths, and her tongue flicked in nervous exploration of her parted lips.
Satin, less intent, had settled herself in an easy chair, her green eyes drifting from body to body, bold, but seemingly unconcerned. One hand traced imaginary circles about the distended point of her right breast, while the other teased the raven curls between her lush thighs.
As Jimmy's ass pounded his cock into Lisa's crotch, Mike moved directly behind Carol, fitting his prick into the warm crease of her rounded ass, and wrapping his arms about her lithe waist. He glanced around for Satin's reaction and saw her nod approvingly.
Carol flexed her buttocks, squeezing the meaty shaft that throbbed between them, its thick ventral cord teasing the sensitive anal circle. She tilted her head back, her blonde hair tickling Mike's chin as he moved his hips, sliding his prick through the warm valley.
On the bed, Jimmy's cock had stirred Lisa's vaginal juices into a creamy froth that bubbled about the lips of her cunt, and the boy was fucking her with savage thrusts that bounced her ass against the thick mattress. Lisa was panting and grunting her way through repeated climaxes, working her tail beneath his hammering hips in an effort to draw the come from that engorged pole that slammed her cervix and frictioned her tense labia.
Mike, holding Carol's waist, pulled his hips back until the head of his prick centered in the tiny dimple of her asshole, and he pressed just hard enough to feel the heat of the channel that began just behind that powerful sphincter.
"No, Mike!" Carol whispered. But her ass pushed back in helpless welcome, and the rubbery circle began a slow yielding to his continued pressure.
With a muttered oath, Mike scooped the girl up and carried her to the bed, putting her down and turning her onto her belly with trembling hands.
She tried to turn back, but he was on top of her before she could complete the movement, his knees forcing her legs apart and his prick slipping between her thighs and into her mushy, but tight cunt.
Carol cried out with delight as the cock speared her crotch, and her pussy convulsed about the hot hardness, bathing it in the slippery honey that seemed to gush from deep in her belly. The prick moved in and out, stretching and massaging, and she hunched wildly in a searing climax that showered his shaft with more of the oily lubricant.
Beside them, Jimmy rammed his tool full length into Lisa's shuddering quim and groaned, "Oh, shit, baby! I can't hold it!"
"Give it to me!" Lisa panted, her ass shaking furiously as she felt his prong begin the harsh jerking that precedes orgasm. "Shoot me full, darling!"
Mike, with his prick buried in Carol's convulsing pussy, halted his pistoning to stare at their grinding hips, seeing Jimmy's big balls roll and undulate against Lisa's ass. He watched the boy's buttocks contract, violently, again and again, and each contraction brought a responsive lurch of Lisa's crotch, and a cry of pleasure from her gaping mouth.
He knew what the powerful contortions meant. Each one was an echo of that internal explosion that sent a glob of Jimmy's semen splattering deep in his wife's hungry cunt.
A smashing wave of lust washed over his body, and he wrenched his cock from Carol's snug pussy, positioning the slippery knob against the girl's anus and lowering his hips until Carol's ass bucked in protest.
"No!" she cried again. "Please, Mike! No!"
He crouched over her lovely back, both hands gripping her slender hip, forcing the strutted glans into the elastic circle, and grunting with satisfaction when it snapped through.
"Yes!" he panted, feeling the hot walls enclose his cock and begin sucking it deeper with their delicious churning. "I've wanted some of that ass for months!"
"Ohhhhh!" Carol bleated, her legs flailing and her fingers scrabbling as the hardness moved farther and farther into her tingling, spasming asshole. "Oh, Mike! Oh, god! Ohhhhl"
Halfway in, he paused, giving her anal muscles an opportunity to adjust and relax. His hands slid beneath her to clasp her tits, squeezing the spongy mounds and feeling the nipples vibrate against his palms. Carol's thighs quivered, her hips pressing down into the bed as Mike's cock throbbed hotly in her tightly stretched colon.
"Try to relax, Carol!"
It was Lisa's whispered encouragement. Jimmy's prick was still lodged in her cream filled snatch, but their hips were temporarily stilled. She had turned her perspiring face toward her sister's, her parted lips close to Carol's soft mouth.
"If you'll just stop fighting it," she assured the whimpering girl, "it'll slip right in. That's when it starts feeling good."
Mike felt a slight relaxation, and he fed another inch into the torrid chute before she clamped down on it with a groan, her whole body trembling with strain.
"Just a little more, Carol!" he gasped, his lips brushing the blonde hair from her dainty ear and teasing it with his wet tongue. "Let me get it all in there!"
"Yes, baby," Lisa murmured, surprising Mike with her words. "Let Mike screw you that way. You'll love it when it starts sliding in and out, all juicy and hot!"
"Oh, Lisa!"
Carol's soft exclamation was the unintentional signal that sent Jimmy's hips into action again, propelling his rearoused cock into Lisa's dripping cunt. Lisa, working her ass in time with Jimmy's powerful hunches, managed to touch Carol's lips with her own, and the girl gave her a sweet, swirling tongue to suck.
Mike felt the constriction become a hot mushiness about the head of his prick. His buttocks tensed, and he drove the throbbing length of his prong into the slippery channel of her ass, not waiting for her reaction, but stroking in and out with soft grunts of satisfaction.
It was tight, but each thrust loosened the channel a little more, and the responsive walls exuded an oily liquid that bathed his cock, permitting the pulsating knob to probe far up in the shuddering sleeve.
Hunched over her wriggling bottom, Mike turned his head and found himself staring into Jimmy's lust glazed eyes, his lips working soundlessly in rhythm with his pounding hips. Without looking down, Mike could detect each thrust of the boy's cock into Lisa's grinding cunt, and he found his own hips matching Jimmy, stroke for stroke. He licked his lips.
"I'll race you," he grunted, surprised at his own words.
The lad's mouth flashed a happy grin. "Wild, man I" he groaned, his chest massaging Lisa's tits as his pelvis flashed up and down between her levering thighs. "Let's drag!"
They both recognized the exchange as a complete acceptance of the unusual relationship Satin had introduced. There was no need for further explanation. Mike had given his agreement, and Jimmy had supplied his eager acceptance, to the wildly exciting exchange of partners.
Mike's cock hammered in and out of Carol's ass, dragging the accumulated juice from the clenching circlet and churning it into a creamy froth about his fiercely throbbing shaft.
The girl was responding, her hips twisting beneath him, and she pushed her bottom up to increase the depth of his savage thrusts. Her lips were still fastened to Lisa's, but she gave a nasal whimper each time the prick rammed up into her tender intestine.
Jimmy was fucking Lisa with full length strokes, giving a little circling motion to his ass as his cock plunged into her bubbling pussy. Lisa's hips were grinding the eager cunt about his prong, and her locked ankles bounced against his buttocks as he speared her crotch.
Mike wanted to slow his assault. Carol's asshole had become a churning, slippery inferno that gobbled his cock with a suction almost as powerful as her mouth had provided when she first blew him. The undulating rings of her colon were like tiny hot tongues, licking at his prick as it slid in and out, stirring the puddle of gravy about her asshole until it slurped noisily with every stroke. He wanted to take the time to enjoy every individual contraction of the girl's intestine, and savor the juicy heat of that churning sleeve.
But it was too good. Each stroke sent the gut wrenching shudders of preorgasmic ecstacy through his tightening balls, and he fucked the wriggling girl with gasps of delight, his pelvis smacking her rump and his nut sack dipping into her crotch to caress the juicy cleft of her young cunt.
From her seat, Satin watched the wild riders and their eager mounts, her ears drinking in the erotic sounds of the two huge pricks as they squished and slurped through the two sopping wet orifices. Her voluptuous thighs were spread, baring the luxuriant jungle of black silk, and her curled fingers trailed sharp nails up and down the puffy labia. Her hips lurched as the forefinger reached the distended clito-ral stem, teasing it with a gentle scraping that brought a trickle of slippery cream from the pink inner slit.
Mike and Jimmy were coming, their ass cheeks tightening and squirming as their cocks pumped the lava of lust into the two gasping, hunching girls, filling cunt and asshole with the hot semen, and creating an answering climax in each.
Satin smiled, shaping fingers and thumb about the pulsating clitoris and stroking it like a miniature cock. She was quite satisfied with her work. Already, she had eliminated their inhibitions, and the cruise had just begun. It would be very interesting to see just how far they could be persuaded to go.
Her smile broadened as she saw Mike and Jimmy exchange places, and heard the girls' happy cries as the two cocks eased into the freshly lubricated corridors, each sliding through the sperm of the other.
Satin's fingers moved faster, and her ass swiveled on the seat. Her eyes closed and a soft sigh escaped her full, sensual lips as the swollen labia fluttered in a tingling come.
CHAPTER NINE
Mike Traynor leaned his tanned forearms on the ship's rail, watching the orange disc of the sun slide below the gently rolling horizon. The yacht moved slowly through the green water, maintaining just enough speed to counteract the ocean's rhythmic well.
The captain, courteous as usual, yet with a knowing gleam in his handsome eyes, had explained, only moments before, that they had already retraced their previous passage, and that they would be dropping anchor by midnight.
Mike hated to see the cruise end. Not only because of the wild sex he had enjoyed, but because he had grown to appreciate the luxury of the vessel. He and Lisa had privately estimated the cost of their brief excursion as being more than Mike earned in a year.
Only an hour ago, Satin had signed the necessary papers for the largest policy Mike had ever written, and he was still a little awed at the casual manner in which she had handed him the initial premium check, explaining that she had had her attorneys and accountants investigate the company.
He joined the others for dinner, finding himself aroused by the possibilities of their last night on board. Satin had intimated that she was saving some sexual surprise, but Mike could think of nothing they had not tried and enjoyed.
Satin was quieter than usual, finally admitting that she, too, was saddened by the imminent end of their fun and games.
"I am not going ashore," she added. "You will forgive me, I trust, if I say goodbye tonight. After you have been taken ashore in the morning, I'm leaving for the Mediterranean, and I shall probably spend the rest of the year there."
She waved aside the comments to say, "You have, among yourselves, all that is needed for complete happiness. I have been only the catalyst that brought you together. I hope that my absence will not diminish your enthusiasm for each other."
"I think we've all learned a lot," Lisa ventured. "But we will miss you."
Satin smiled her acceptance of the compliment, rising from the head of the table and beckoning for them to follow.
"Come along, darlings," she said, her green eyes drifting from face to face. "This will be the most exciting night of all."
There was no hesitation as they followed her to the luxurious cabin with the big bed, undressing as soon as they saw her unfasten the halter that cupped her own magnificent tits. Both Mike and Jimmy displayed enormous erections, and the girls revealed swollen nipples as they unveiled their luscious breasts and eager cunts.
Satin shook her head when Mike boldly reached out to fondle one tawny flank, but her quick smile told him the gesture was not entirely unwelcome. Walking to a small cabinet, she took out five cards, fanning them out in her hand to show the others.
The backs were blank, while each of the faces carried a number, one through five. Satin turned the cards over, hiding the numbers. With graceful movements of her slender fingers, she shuffled them.
"We will each draw a card," she explained. "Whoever gets number one will lie down on the bed. Number two will take a position with the head near the hips of number one. Then, number three will do the same for number two. Number five will complete the circle, with hips near the face of number one."
She paused to make certain everyone understood. Then she said, "It's really a variation of the Daisy Chain. I have merely introduced a random factor by using the cards to determine position."
"What happens if Jimmy and I draw consecutive cards?" Mike demanded, and Jimmy added a frowning nod of inquisitiveness.
Satin shrugged her lovely shoulders, the big breasts jiggling with the movement. "That's what makes the game so interesting," she murmured. "It's a little like Russian Roulette, but with a different type gun."
Jimmy ran his fingers through his brown hair, grinning a little uncertainly. "Lady," he said nervously. "You can really come up with some far-out scenes."
Mike's face registered confusion. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.
"If anyone wants to back out," Satin smiled, "now is the time to do so."
Carol placed both hands on her slender hips, shoving her blonde cunt forward invitingly. She pursed moist lips, the tip of a pink tongue dancing in the red oval.
"I don't care who draws what," she announced. "Let's do it."
"I think," Lisa observed with an impish grin, "that's exactly what we're going to do."
Jimmy was first to capitulate. He gave a snort and exclaimed, "What the hell! I feel lucky."
Mike forced a half-smile to his lips. "I can't be the only party pooper in the crowd. Like the man said, deal the pasteboards."
Satin shuffled the cards again, and the four lined up, facing her. She handed the first card to Mike, and he flipped it over.
"Number one," he grinned, propping the rectangle against his belly, directly above his jutting cock. "I think I'll wear it."
Satin reached over and took the card back, letting her fingers brush his prick, lightly and teasingly. "Get on the bed, Mike."
Climbing onto the bed, Mike shot Jimmy a leer.
"Better hope you don't get number two," he chuckled, flopping down on his back and gripping the base of his cock, waving it threateningly. "Whoever gets number two gets old number one."
Jimmy gave him an upright index finger, adding a strained grin as he said, "You'd better hope I don't draw number five."
"Hell!" Mike grinned back. "I kinda hope you do get number two. I've seen you in action, buddy. That's a regular vacuum cleaner under your nose."
Jimmy flipped his cock at Mike. "Yeah, and this is a regular tonsil scraper."
Satin interrupted by handing Carol a card, and they all stared as she peeked at it, grinning before turning it over to show the numeral three.
"That's the advantage of being a girl," she exclaimed proudly. "You men are such ninnies!"
Before she could move, Jimmy had bent and nipped her left nipple, making her gasp.
"You said the magic word," Jimmy explained, licking his lips. "Ninnie!"
Satin peeled another card off and handed it to Lisa. Without hesitation, she flipped it over and revealed the figure two. She looked at Carol, her eyes softening.
"I suppose you know what that means?"
Carol nodded happily. "It means I get whipped cream for dessert."
Satin smiled. "We all get that, darling. We're just determining the source."
"And it means that I get number one," Lisa added, giving Mike a happy look.
Jimmy stared at the remaining cards. "Jesus! How did I get into this?"
Satin held the two pasteboards up. "Do you want to draw one?" she demanded. "Or shall I do it?"
"Christ!" the boy sighed. "If I draw number five, Mike will kill me!"
From the bed, Mike grunted, "Draw the goddamn card!"
"You draw it, lady!" Jimmy urged. "I'll take what's left."
Slowly, Satin pulled off one of the cards and handed the other one to Jimmy. Perspiring, he turned it over.
"Number four!" he yelped. "That puts me between you and Carol!"
Mike heaved a groan of relief, then another groan of exquisite pleasure as Lisa's mouth enclosed his cock and her fevered tongue began swirling over the throbbing head. He shoved his hips forward, feeling her jaw open wider as she sucked his prick far back, whimpering with excitement as he worked the swollen shaft in and out.
Satin eased her magnificent body into position, her pussy gaping a pink lipped invitation to Mike's teasing tongue. He fastened his mouth over the plump slit, drawing the sweet tartness from the pulsating sheath. His hand slipped over the curve of her buttock and his finger dipped into the warm crevice, seeking the sensitive rosebud of her dainty anus.
Lisa chewed his prong more avidly when Carol's soft lips claimed her wet cunt, and Carol gave a nasal whimper as Jimmy shoved his tongue up into her pussy, his own swollen shaft thumping against Satin's palate, the head driving inward toward her gulping throat.
For the first time, they were truly linked, their naked bodies shaping an undulating circle of pumping hips, searching tongues and sucking lips. By nursing more fiercely or licking more rapidly, each one of them could begin a chain reaction that traveled from body to body, coming back to them as a vaginal contraction or an increased throbbing of a thrusting cock.
Legs levered and squeezed. Warm thighs clasped bobbing heads. Hands groped and fondled, weighing leathery balls or fingering winking assholes.
Mike found himself gasping into Satin's honeyed cunt when Lisa's determined finger invaded his anus, frictioning the sensitive doorway as her mouth sucked hungrily on his throbbing prick.
Jimmy's hips worked to plunge his cock full length in Satin's receptive throat, his own tongue writhing and stroking through Carol's clenching labia.
Lisa came first, spilling her vaginal nectar into Carol's slurping mouth, and the younger girl made Jimmy swallow rapidly with her own gush of pussy juice.
Jimmy's cock blasted its ropy cream into Satin's gulping throat, and the woman's pussy convulsed about Mike's driving tongue. Mike, drinking her outpouring with noisy suction, emptied his balls into Lisa's greedy jaw.
Five bodies hunched and trembled in the grip of a shared ecstacy that left them panting and drained.
But the renewed caress of lips and tongues created a fresh desire within seconds.
It was Satin who broke the chain, releasing Jimmy's cock to announce, "Before we get too excited, we draw cards again."
This time, there was no reluctance.
CHAPTER TEN
The traffic light changed to green, and Mike tooled the responsive Olds through the intersection with more than usual speed. Taking his left hand from the wheel, he patted his jacket pocket, finally reaching in to extract the check. He wanted to feel it for reassurance, still doubtful of its reality.
A week had passed since that memorable night on Satin Gentry's yacht, and the commission payment had been issued only that afternoon. He could imagine Lisa's reaction when she saw the amount.
It had been a strange week, void of the excitement he had expected when they first returned. Jimmy had been forced to accompany his parents on a hurriedly announced trip to New York, and Carol had retreated into a blue funk because of his absence.
Lisa had been loving, but restrained, as if saving herself for some future activity. Mike had made no protest, for the sexual antics enjoyed during the cruise had emptied him of desire.
Now, with the check in hand, and representing a much larger sum that he had originally calculated, he found his crotch burning with an intolerable lust. His prick ridged his trousers, pulsating and jerking, and he found himself speeding through a congested area before he could lighten the pressure on the car's accelerator.
Jimmy was due back that afternoon, and Mike was sure his return would pull Carol out of her mood. If it did, he would be able to ease the ache in his loins with her juicy young cunt. Better still, he would fuck them both. Carol and Lisa, in the same bed, without Satin's directions. He would take them the way he wanted to.
He had already cleared it with Lisa. She had been completely transformed by the cruise, and had given instant agreement to his suggestion that they include Carol in their bedroom antics. But the girl had remained cool to any suggestions, insisting that she would probably be interested when Jimmy came home.
Mike's lips firmed with determination. The girl was about to be screwed, regardless of Jimmy Bla-lock. Damn it! She had welcomed his cock before Jimmy balled her. He wondered just what she would do if he insisted on climbing into bed with her. For that matter, how would Lisa react to the virtual raping of her sister?
His shoulders slumped a trifle. He wouldn't do it, he admitted. Seduction was one thing, but rape was something else. It was a lot more fun when the girl was a willing partner. Before he would force her to let him screw her, he would jerk himself off. Of course, with Lisa's willing and ready snatch available, that wouldn't be necessary, he grinned to himself.
His eyes brightened when he saw Jimmy's car parked in front of the house, and he turned into the driveway with a protesting squeal of rubber. Covering his erection with his briefcase, in case any of the neighbors happened to be looking, he hurried to the door, fumbling for his key.
The door opened before he could insert the key in the lock, and Lisa's voice greeted him. He entered, finding the door closing quickly behind him, and Lisa's arms going about his waist. Without turning, he realized that she was completely naked, for he could feel the warmth of her body as she pressed full length against him, her breath fanning his ear.
"We've been waiting for you, darling," she whispered. "Jimmy's been here for almost an hour, and Carol is so excited she's about to burst."
Mike disengaged her arms long enough to set down his briefcase and turn around, pulling her back against him and running his hands up and down her back and sides, finally settling his cupped palms on her lush bottom as he pressed his engorged cock against her grinding crotch.
"I'll bet Jimmy's already banged her at least three times," he chuckled. "She's really been saving it for him."
Lisa shook her head, kissing his chin before she answered, "He tried. But she wants you to do it first." Mike started to speak and she quickly placed a finger against his lips.
"Don't try to figure it out, darling. She's a woman, and I think I know why she waited until now."
"Okay," he said. "I'm a stupid male. Suppose you tell me why she's been like an iceberg all week, then wants me to hump her the minute Jimmy shows up."
"She wants it to be like it was on the boat," Lisa explained. "All of us, together."
He moved a hand to one ripe breast, caressing and teasing. "I suppose you'll be entertaining Jimmy," he said accusingly.
"Do you really mind?" she demanded, her eyes challenging his.
He wagged his head. "Not as long as I get seconds," he laughed. "Come on, let's join the youngsters. I've got a surprise for you."
She caught his arm as he started to release her. "Take your clothes off before we go into the bedroom," she insisted. "It won't take a minute."
He framed a protest, then shrugged, taking off his jacket and working with his tie. Lisa unzipped his fly and coaxed his swollen shaft out, bending to plant a wet kiss on the purple knob. Seconds later, completely naked, he picked up his jacket and took out the check, playfully hiding it as she tried to see the figures on its face. Laughingly, he urged her ahead of him toward the bedroom.
Carol was on the bed, one leg drawn up to hide the blond crotch from the excited lad who stood, cock firmly erect, at the foot. They both turned flushed faces toward Mike and Lisa as they entered, exchanging greetings as though all of them were fully clothed.
Mike held up the check, letting them see the amount, and smiled delightedly at their surprised gasps. Lisa threw her arms about his neck and kissed him with a little squeal of happiness.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with part of this?" Mike asked her, placing the check on the dresser and using both arms to return her embrace. "You can redecorate the rest of the house any way you want. But I'm having the bedroom done with mirrors. Nothing but mirrors."
"We'll screw ourselves to death!" Lisa protested laughingly. "Are you serious?"
"Damn right!" he answered. "I've just discovered how much fun you can have watching. I want to see myself in action."
Lisa gave him a little push toward the bed, and Carol slowly lowered her leg to the bed, her thighs parting to reveal the moist crease of her pussy. Her arms lifted, reaching for him, and Mike mounted the girl with a muted groan of desire, his prick burying its eager head between the soft vaginal lips and sliding up into the slippery embrace of her hungry cunt.
As his mouth feasted on Carol's dancing tongue, Mike heard Lisa's happy cry as Jimmy filled her belly with his swollen prong, and the bed shook with the initial thrusts as they began fucking. Beneath him, Carol's hips moved slowly, grinding her hot cunt about his hilted cock, lubricating the channel for the pistoning that had not yet begun.
He deserted the luscious mouth for a succulent breast, sucking the nipple as his prick slid slowly and deliciously in and out of her snug pussy, frictioning and caressing the sensitive tissue that fluttered and rippled about its throbbing length.
Almost immediately, her ass began bucking and twisting, and he felt the juicy cunt contract in the rhythmic spasms of a powerful climax. Mike speeded up the tempo of his strokes, massaging the exploding pussy with savage thrusts that jolted her writhing body and made her cry out in ecstacy as the head of his prick stabbed her convulsing womb.
Simultaneously, he heard Jimmy's helpless grunt and Lisa's happy cry as the lad loosed his first load of come into her hungry cunt. From her continued bleats of joy, Mike knew that his wife had made it, too.
Carol's fingers drew his face up to hers, and she whispered, "Don't come, Mikel I wanted you to do it to me first. But I want you to save it for Lisa. Okay?"
He halted the steady posting of his hips, holding his cock implanted in her clenching slit, feeling the hot churning about the tender knob as her pussy responded to the presence of that huge shaft. Her juices, slick and hot, bathed his throbbing glans, and his ass quivered with the pleasure of her internal caress.
"Lisa just had her share," Mike panted, raising his torso to stare down past her luscious tits to where his prick disappeared in the mass of blonde curls. "Baby, I've been saving this one for that hot little cunt."
Her hips wiggled and the muscles of her wet pussy contracted about his prong. "Please, Mike," she pouted. "Do it my way. After that, I'll let you have all you want."
Torn between the desire to continue pounding her exciting cunt, and the anticipation of an equally delightful ride if he switched to Lisa's responsive snatch, Mike drew his shaft upward through the clinging folds of her vagina. Then, with only the big knob locked in her labial embrace, he jiggled his hips, frictioning the sensitive lips of her pussy until she cried out in the spasming grip of another prolonged climax.
Tugging his prick from the gurgling mouth, he twisted his head about to see Jimmy's cream smeared rod being extracted from Lisa's greedy slit. He grinned at the panting youth.
"Time to switch mounts," he murmured. "I see you've got that one warmed up."
"That's not exactly an iceberg you've been humping," Jimmy replied, exchanging places in a flurry of arms and legs. He centered his hips between Carol's thighs and slid his cock into her with one easy thrust.
Mike lowered his own frame onto Lisa's body, feeling the head of his cock jab her clitoral notch before slipping down and into her sopping cunt. He made her grunt with the savagery of his first full length thrust. Her shapely legs climbed up to scissor his waist as he began driving, fucking her with deep, satisfying strokes.
His prick, throbbing and pulsating, slid through the slippery semen Jimmy had sprayed into the vaginal channel, and the sensation heightened his pleasure as he rapped his balls against her wiggling tail.
His orgasm, when it came, was almost painful in its intensity. He buried his exploding cock in his wife's convulsing pussy and let the vaginal contractions milk it of the thick sperm.
Lisa, eyes glazed with excitement and pleasure, kissed him greedily. "Will you and Jimmy do something for me, Mike?"
Without thinking, he nodded, his desire only slightly dulled by the copious emmission. "If it's physically possible."
Lisa's plan interrupted Jimmy and Carol, but their protests were only half-hearted as they realized her intention. Mike and Jimmy, urged by the two girls, sat facing each other, with Jimmy between Mike's widespread legs, and his own draped over Mike's. Just as they had done with Satin, they moved their hips closer until their balls touched, and their cocks stood pressed together, belly to belly.
Lisa crouched on one side, and Carol on the other, bending over the rearing columns with warm, wet lips. Their tongues reached out to sample the twin knobs with their promising slits. As they licked the swollen heads, the tongues touched each other in hungry caress, and the lips, covering the purple helmets, met in a distorted kiss.
"Carol and I are going to drink a toast," Lisa said, her warm breath fanning the two pricks. "To Satin, and all she has taught us."
The two mouths worked, wetly, skillfully and hungrily. It did not take long. Both pricks began jerking in orgasmic release at the same moment.
Over the bobbing heads of Lisa and Carol, Mike stared at Jimmy, and the boy gazed back, his lips drawn tightly across clenched teeth.
"To Satin!" Mike gasped, his come spurting in delightful surges.
"To Satin!" Jimmy moaned as his own sperm shot through the shuddering length of his prick.
The girls could not reply. They were too busy drinking the toast.
