"Ummmm, Ben, your hand feels so good there. But I can think of something else that would feel even better."
Cristal Lawrence snuggled closer to her boyfriend, her legs gliding apart to give him the idea. His hand stroked up and down the soft inner flesh of her thigh, warming her to the point where she was going to boil over if she didn't get what she wanted. Sometimes, Ben could be so slow in understanding her needs. She didn't doubt that the burly, sandy-haired accountant loved her, but he seemed lost in his own peculiar little world so much of the time. She thought this might be something about the type of person that would go into accounting. Cristal didn't think it was a particularly exciting profession.
But if the profession wasn't thrilling for the dark-haired woman, Ben certainly was. Especially his prick. She reached down and gripped the hard log of manmeat and pulled it toward her wide-open snatch. She wanted to feel this swollen, throbbingly alive cock inside her pussy. She wanted to feel it stroking back and forth, slowly at first, then with mounting speed. The friction would burn her up inside. She could take his hard-fucking cock all day long.
If only he would stuff it into her needy twat!
"You want more?" he asked in his slow Southern drawl.
"Hell, yes!" she exclaimed. "I want you. I want this!"
The woman tugged harder at the man's cock to let him know exactly what she wanted. She tossed a vagrant lock of her black hair from her eyes and stared at her lover. The man smiled a little bit and then rolled over on top of her. She grunted as she felt his weight crushing her down. But this was more like it.
Her legs parted wantonly now, waiting for him to ram forward and fuck her tiny cunt. When he didn't do it, she pulled more insistently at his cock.
"What's wrong, Ben? Why aren't you...?"
"I'm just looking at you, Cris. God, you're beautiful. I wonder sometimes what I did right to deserve you." His eyes drank in her sleek, naked thighs spread open and pressing hard into either side of his body. Running his hands along them made the young woman shiver in desire. He let her stroke the entire length of his prick faster and faster. He had the control necessary to keep from jetting off like some teenager getting his first piece of ass. Even though the sight of her gloriously naked body was arousing, he knew it would be even nicer when he buried himself balls deep up her seething hot pussy.
But he couldn't stop looking at her supine body. The tiny triangle of her pussy fur was matted and wet with her own cunt oils. He could see her pussy lips fluttering pinkly in obscene invitation to his prick. Soon, very soon, he would ram between them and bury his cock all the way up into her belly. But he wanted to just savor the sight of her heaving belly, her deep navel, her mountainous tits, for another second.
Those tits! He almost came when he spied them, as if for the first time. They were creamy white and gently marbled with blue veins just under the smooth skin. They sloped dramatically to red nipples. Those hard crests were pulsating with obvious lust. He bent forward and sucked one of them into his mouth.
He felt the woman tense all over. She arched her back and rammed her chest forward, trying to get her entire mound of tit-flesh into his mouth. The man sucked and licked and used his tongue. He pushed the hard pebble of erectile flesh around like a tiny marble, then slid down one of the snowy white slopes until he was in the deep canyon between her tits.
Licking and gently nipping at her flesh made her thrash around beneath him. He liked this moment almost as much as when he felt her hot, wet, tight cunt clamping down around his manhood. He was in control and he was giving them both intense joy.
"P-please, Ben," she sobbed. "I can't take much more of this. I want you in me. I want you f-fucking me!"
He didn't seem to hear her. She felt his tongue roughly swirling on her chest. He traced out one entire, huge based tit and then slowly, wetly, enticingly licked up toward the hollow of her throat. She felt her heart beating faster and faster. The woman's boobs grew and grew until she was positive they would explode from all the aroused blood hammering into them.
"Fuck meeeeeee!" she screamed.
His tongue didn't stop its agonizingly slow upward motion. He licked and sucked at her ear lobe for a moment. She thought she would come from that simple act. Her hand worked faster up and down his turgid cock. That mighty pillar of prick would feel like heaven inside her clutching little pussy, but he wouldn't give it to her! No matter how hard she pulled and jerked, he wouldn't budge an inch. She would just have to wait.
And every second she waited carried her that much closer to coming. The sexual tensions in her belly were almost at the breaking point. She felt like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. Any second she would pop.
The woman locked her heels behind the man's back in a vain attempt to pull him into her snatch. He was like a rock. He didn't move a fraction of a millimeter. Next to him she was weak and helpless. Oh, how she wanted that cock!
"Ride me, ride me hard, Ben. Don't do this to me."
"Soon, soon, my pretty pretty. Very soon. Just let the old bull graze a bit more." His tongue shot out cock-hard into the hollow of her ear. His breath sensitized already fragile flesh and the woman thought she was going to get off.
But she didn't. He pulled his tongue out of her ear and whispered hotly, "Yech! You just had your hair done. I can taste the gunk the hairdresser put on it."
"You're so romantic," she said, breathing heavily. "Quit being a connoisseur of fine ear-lobes and fuck me. I want it-now!"
He laughed and kissed her full on her ripe, lush red lips. The woman enjoyed the feel of his mouth crushing into hers so erotically, but she liked what else was going on at the same time. She felt his hips shifting forward. The blunted end of his prick lightly brushed along her aroused cunt lips.
"Ummmm, ohhh!" she cried out, burying her face into the man's shoulder. "That's what I want. Give me all that sweet, fucking prick of yours. My pussy's hungry for cock!"
He laughed again and began tormenting her with his pecker. He moved it up and down her liquid sex gash, never quite lunging forward enough to get it into her cunt hole. She felt her inner love oils boiling out now, dribbling down the insides of her thighs and going between her asscheeks. His prick was soon slippery with her fuck fluids.
"You like this, don't you?" he teased. He continued to drag his cock Up and down in the pink cradle formed by her sex lips. "Tell me how much you love it."
"I hate it!" she screamed. She could barely contain the strong emotions ravaging her insides. The sexual need was almost more than she could bear. She had been horny when she had climbed into bed with her boyfriend. Now she was frantic!
Damn him!
"You love it. Tell me how much you want to feel this inside your tight little pussy."
"Ummm, oh, damn you, Ben, damn you! I love that cock more than anything else in the world. Don't deprive me of it! Not now. Not when I feel the way I do."
"You're horny," he stated.
Before she could answer, she felt the bell-shaped head of his prick poke into her cunt lips, force entry into her pussy hole and then bury itself a full two inches in her twat. She sobbed and gripped powerfully at the man's upper arms for support. It felt to her as if a red hot poker had been plunged into her cunt. The juices seeped out around the thick plug and lubricated it for the rest of the trip up into her hungry cunt.
"Fuck meeeeeee!"
She almost lost her mind. He didn't ram into her like a freight train. She had wanted that and been expecting it. Instead, he tormented her further by slowly stuffing his prick in. She felt every single inch as it came inside the moist, tight passage of her fuck tunnel. The thick arrowhead of his glands spread out and pressed lasciviously into her flesh. Her cunt walls trembled at the slowness. No friction was being generated. At the moment, none was needed. She was responding fully to him.
"More! Give me more! Give it all to me!"
"You greedy bitch!"
"Yes, yes, I'm a sex-starved bitch in heat. Fuck me with your cock. Give it all to me, right on up into my cunny! Fuck me good. Fuck me as good as you caaaaaaan!"
He didn't hasten his entry into her ripply walled pussy. Instead, he carefully shoved inch after inch into her tightness until his entire eight inch cock was hidden from sight. Hidden from sight, but not unfelt. The woman thrashed around beneath his body in the throes of sheer ecstasy.
This was what she had wanted for so long. Finally, every single inch of his prick was hers to savor and enjoy! She tensed her cunt walls until they clamped down hard around the thick rod of cockflesh. The woman could feel every single contour of that mighty cock.
The prick felt as large as a telephone pole inside her. She began massaging the pillar of dancing prick by sending tiny surges of power to her cunt walls. She felt the thick purpled knob on the end of his cock as well as the big blue vein pulsing hotly on the top. Every single vein and ridge of flesh on that fuck stick thrilled her more than she would have thought possible.
He was a master at stringing her out sexually. He could get her excited and then refuse to fuck her until she thought she would go out of her mind. Then he would give her a little taste of what was to come. Just a little. And he would tease and torment her until she was unable to even speak coherently. When the woman was positive she couldn't take any more, she discovered that she could. And that she could enjoy the fucking even more.
Ben was one in a million. She clawed at his naked, broad back and pulled her snatch up so that she could wiggle and stuff it down around the impaling spike of his prick.
"Can't stand it anymore. Do it to me! Fuck me!"
He began pulling out of her tightly clinging pussy. The dark-haired woman had thought it was agony going in. When he pulled out slowly like this, his cock and her cunt walls formed a perfect vacuum seal. She thought he was pulling her guts out along with his cock. She screamed and writhed around, trying to jam her hips down onto his cock again.
He didn't allow it. Finally, his prick slipping to the mouth of her tiny cunt, there came a loud sucking noise. It was so obscene and liquid that the woman almost came. It turned her on. But then, everything the man did turned her on.
This time, he didn't slowly fuck into her. He used short, quick strokes designed to build friction in a hurry. He fucked her a hundred times in the span of a few of her frenzied heartbeats. Sexual electricity flowed from her twat and up her spine. The fuse had been lit in her brain. It took only a few seconds for the explosion to occur.
She came. She came hard.
She pulled her ass entirely off the bed and rammed her hips down so that even more of his prick surged into her convulsing cunt. The woman's entire universe shattered around her in brightly colored shards. She cried and screamed and thrashed around, his cock never slowing its breakneck pace in her tight, demanding pussy.
She came and came and came. She felt like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers exploding. And when she did slowly drift down from her intense sexual high, she found that the feelings deep in her belly hadn't gone away. If anything, they were even more intense than before she'd gotten off.
Ben was up to the task. He changed his fucking from the short, quick strokes to longer, more powerful ones. He reamed her out good. Every time he drove his cock balls deep into her eager cunt, he ground his bush hard into her cunt lips.
She felt sexual electricity volt throughout her body as his bush rubbed over her aroused clit. The tiny, meek little organ had raised its pointed head to see what was happening. Now it received full stimulation. The woman went berserk.
She shrieked and thrashed and came-hard. She felt the cock inside her begin to swell as he fucked hard and fast and as deep as he could. She pulled her knees up and opened her pussy even more so that he could bury himself fully in her seething interior.
Burning, exploding with lust, she came and came until she felt like a dishrag wrung out one too many times. And then came the sweet, hot rush of his jism. His cock erupted, pumping spurt after spurt of his manseed into her still convulsing interior.
And then it was over. As always, it was over too soon, but Cristal clung weakly to Ben and felt the warm glow of a good fucking suffuse through her. She sighed and pulled him closer so that his body would crush her tits flat. This wasn't as good as fucking, but it was nice.
Soon, very soon, he would have his hard-on back and they could do it again.
"That was super," Ben said. "But with you, it always is. Cris, darling, will you many me?"
The blue eyed, dark-haired woman hesitated before answering. She had worried Ben might ask her. She loved these moments with Ben. He was good, damned good, in bed but whether she wanted to spend the rest of her life with an accountant or not was something she couldn't answer. There was no real potential for excitement with Ben. Day in and day out he shuffled papers and added up columns of numbers. She wanted more out of life than listening to dry discussions about taxes-even if fantastic fucking came with the deal.
"Please, Ben, I... " She was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. This gave her the opportunity to roll out from under him and reach for the phone. His heavy hand clamped on her slender wrist.
"Don't answer, Cris," he said. "I want an answer to my question first."
"Don't be silly, Ben. This might be important." She managed to get to the phone, almost grateful for the chance to put off his question. "Yes," she said, her voice still a little husky from the sex. Then she sat bolt upright in bed and cried out, "What was that?"
Ben looked at her curiously. She presented such a lovely figure, stark naked, her tits bobbing in front of her chest, the nipples tracing out invisible figure eights in the air.
"I won? You're kidding. This is a joke. I... I did win!"
She replaced the phone in its cradle and stared down at Ben, her brilliant blue eyes gleaming from more than the fucking now. She said in a quaking voice, "I just won the state lottery. I won a million dollars. I'm rich, Ben, rich!"
Cristal didn't even hear his words of congratulation. She was rich-and free!
CHAPTER TWO
Cristal felt self conscious in her brand new dress. She stood in front of the glass panel in the lobby of the posh office building and preened herself. Turning her hips from side to side sent the thin, silken dress swirling out from her body.
She smiled. It looked good on her, damned good. The disco dress had cost her an arm and a leg. On her old salary she would have had to work for a month to afford this elegant dress, but she couldn't deny it did wonders for her already great figure. The cloth clung tenaciously to her firm, womanly hips. Her legs tapered down into year old pumps, but she didn't think anyone would notice.
All the men would see her tits threatening to spill out of the bodice of her diaphanous dress. She nervously ran her fingers down the neckline wondering if this wasn't a bit too risqu�. The woman had never dressed like this before. librarians Weren't supposed to be the fashion leaders. Besides, her pay hadn't been too good, even as librarians go because the wrinkled prune of a director had been jealous of her youthful beauty.
She carefully readjusted her neckline so that about half of her snowy white boobs would show. The bulge of her tits promised a lot to anyone seeing them. Cristal smiled to herself. That was what she wanted.
The woman was tired of living an 8-to-5 life. She was tired of going to work and listening to snotty nosed kids ask for dirty books and seeing myopic men poring over their weighty tomes and middle aged, frumpy women coming in for their fix of gothics and romances. She wanted to live. She wanted to swing!
And now that she had won a cool million dollars in the lottery, by damn that was exactly what she was going to do.
Feeling like the million she had won, Cristal entered the elevator and punched the button marked seventeen. Even the mechanical elevator seemed to be enthused with her. It took her nonstop up to the floor where the law firm handling the money transfer was located.
The entire floor belonged to Elliot, Winter and Vickers, Attorneys at Law. The entire floor! The jet-haired woman sucked in her breath at the idea of dealing with such big-shots. She pushed through the door and stood in the middle of luxury. For the first time, Cristal began to realize what it meant to have money.
This was money. She wouldn't have believed it was a law firm if the door hadn't been tastefully lettered telling her it was. The thick carpet didn't cushion her feet, it caressed and soothed and excited her feet. The paintings on the walls appeared to be originals-and not cheap artist originals, either. The entire decor was so tastefully done she wanted to simply stand and drink it all in.
"Miss Lawrence?" asked a man at her elbow. She jumped, not having heard him approach. On those thick carpets, common sound would definitely be prohibited.
"Yes," Cristal said, her heart beating fiercely. She realized this made her nipples poke out prominently against the thin fabric of her dress. For a second, this appalled her. Then she smiled and thought, "To hell with it. I'm rich. I can do anything I want."
"I'm Lance Crandall, your account executive."
"Account executive?"
"Yes, there are always so many details to go over when a lottery winner enters into a large amount of cash that the firm assigns one lawyer to handle all the transaction from beginning to end" Cristal looked over Lance Crandall. He hardly seemed old enough to be a member of a law firm this large. Perhaps he was the junior-most member. If so, that impressed her even more. The company considered a million dollar deal to be small peanuts! She was really in the big time.
Crandall couldn't have been over thirty and he definitely looked like a successful businessman in his three piece suit. The cuff links appeared to be diamond-and Cristal imagined they were. This company wouldn't pay poorly. Crandall's firm grip on her shoulder guided her through the rat's maze of offices and back into a plush room that she could hardly believe was his.
"Yes," he said answering her unspoken question, "this is my office. I handle trust accounts and matters not too large. Those the senior partners in the firm handle personally."
"Not too large?" she gulped. She sat in the leather chair pulled up in front of Crandall's desk. Her sweating flesh immediately stuck to the leather. She began to move slowly to and fro in the chair to keep from sticking too firmly.
Crandall laughed easily and put her at ease. "I see this is all brand new for you. It is for many of the lottery winners. I'm supposed to advise you of the problems you might face with so much money in one lump sum."
"You seem so young-and handsome."
"Thank you," he beamed. "I try to keep in shape. The job doesn't give me much time for exercise so I have to use the executive's gym several times a week. The problems of modern society, not being able to get out and do things with your hands." He clasped strong hands in front of him on the desk. "But tell me, Miss Lawrence... "
"Cristal Please call me Cristal." She returned his smile and felt her head beginning to spin. The way he looked at her was as important as what he was saying. It was obvious to the woman that this successful lawyer, just about her age, was interested in her as a woman. Very interested.
She felt her pulse pounding a little harder. This was so much more thrilling than when she'd met Ben for the first time. The IRS had been auditing her and she'd needed an accountant. Ben's name had been the first one on the page in the phone book. And they'd hit it off well. But the spark of electricity she felt now had not been present.
Cristal just hoped she wouldn't disgrace herself by actually coming while she talked with Lance. He had that kind of effect on her.
The man moved like a panther. There didn't seem to be a bone in his body as he flowed around his desk and perched on the corner to peer down at her. She didn't miss the fact that this gave him an even better view of her tits.
"You probably can't begin to think of the problems so much money will cause. You think everything's just great now, but when the threats begin to come in... " His voice trailed off, as if silently adding, "And that would be such a pity!"
"Threats? But there's no one who'd want to hurt me." Cristal felt confused at the turn of the conversation. She had only come in to sign the papers and get the check. She didn't want to hear anything about any mythical threats. And the idea of Lance's being so close to her now confused her further. She found him excitingly attractive.
"Certainly, threats. Against you because you have money. People will beg for charities, scream because you have something they don't, even try to harm you. I wouldn't want that" He dropped down to his knees beside her chair, his huge hands engulfing hers. She tried to pull back in confusion. He held her firmly and refused to let her move an inch.
"I... I don't know what to say."
"Let me handle your money. Let me take care of you, darling."
For a moment, Cristal's dazed mind refused to handle all that was going down. She stuttered and mumbled something and then Lance went down-on her!
Startled, the woman didn't even voice a complaint. The man's brown haired head went down under her silky skirt and hiked it up. With quick tonguing motion, he started licking along the insides of her legs. She shuddered a little, but the effect was damped a little by the fact that she wore pantyhose.
"Wh-what are you doing, Lance? Th-this isn't right!"
"It's right!" he cried. "I knew it was right the instant you walked through that door. You're beautiful! I can't live without you. I must have you. Now!"
And he began to show her his need. He stood and pulled down the zipper on his fly. His prick leaped out eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. Cristal had never seen a prick so huge before. It was as thick as her wrist and the purple bell-shaped glands throbbed like a beacon in the night. She was no good at guessing lengths but his prick had to be at least ten inches. Ten inches!
And this handsome, muscular, well-hung lawyer wanted her! She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She had wanted adventure in her life. Being with Ben so long had dulled her appreciation of the sudden treat. Now Lance was putting that adventure back into her life.
Before she knew it, he had raised her hips off the chair and skinned her out of her pantyhose. She didn't know whether to thank her lucky stars or to curse the fact that she had worn the kind where the panty was woven in. The lawyer now had access to her naked, dripping pussy.
"It's lovely, but then I figured it would be. Such a gorgeous woman would have to have a pussy to match!"
"Lance, look, this is your office. Maybe it's not the right place. We can go somewhere else and..
"It's the right place. For you, anywhere is the right place. I don't care if it's on top of the Eiffel Tower or perched on the side of a cable car in San Francisco or caught up in the Mardi Gras in Buenos Aires, any place is right with you!"
The raven-haired woman was stunned by his words. She was caught up in the beguiling web of the lawyer's words.
And then she forgot all about words. His tongue still thrilled her, but it was in a different way now. He licked along the insides of her thighs, promising much-and delivering it. He lapped noisily across her cunt lips and sampled her woman wine. Her pussy had been leaking out the thick juices from deep in her belly. Now he sucked and licked and tongued her with increasing need.
She writhed around in the chair. It was as if she were a puppet and someone else was pulling her strings. Her legs rose of their own accord and dropped on either side of the cunt licking lawyer's head. She felt the rough oral organ dragging the entire length of her puffy, blood-engorged pussy lips.
Eagerly, his tongue pushed aside those turgid flaps and began playing with the delicately scalloped, pink inner cunt lips. She almost went crazy with lust then. This was something so unexpected that she hadn't had time to wonder about it. She could just enjoy. And the feeling was that there was something dirty, illicit, maybe even perverted about having a lawyer eat her pussy out in the middle of his office.
Why, it wasn't even noon yet!
"Tongue fuck me, Lance. Tongue fuck me gooood!" she begged.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants," he told her. "And I figured you were one of those-that's the best kind."
Her fingers laced through his brown hair and pulled his face down to her snatch again. "Don't talk, lick!" she commanded.
He laughed and did as she told him His tongue was as agile as she had thought it would be. It slithered up and down her sex gash and then prodded into her cunt hole. She felt tremors of desire earth quaking through her tender young body. She tried to control her rampaging emotions but it was no good.
She came.
The sudden orgasm surprised both of them, but the lawyer's mouth never left her cunt. He licked more furiously now. His tongue shot into the humid depths of her pussy, stroking along the convulsing walls, prodding and poking into her every pussy niche. He stretched the walls of her cunt until she was sure he was going to rupture them with his tongue.
The girl thrashed around in the leather chair, hating the way her sweaty ass now stuck firmly to the leather. But she wasn't complaining. Her legs were high up in the air now, the man's hands holding them far apart so that he could get into her naked cunt. His tongue drove mercilessly into her softly yielding pussy. Again and again he tongue fucked her harder and deeper than she would have thought possible.
Cristal had wanted excitement. She was getting it-and sooner than she had expected! She hadn't even gotten out of her lawyer's office!
"More," she begged. "Give me more of that sweet mouth love. I can't stand it without your tongue in my cunt!"
The lewd noises from his sucking and licking aroused her almost as much as the feathery torches given her most sensitive flesh by his dancing tongue. Her cunt burned as if she had been fucked all night long. Her pussy lips throbbed with need now. And her clit rose up from its sheath of protective flesh to see what was happening.
That tiny spire of erectile tissue found out in a hurry. Lance's tongue scooped it up and tried to pull it into his mouth. Cristal arched her back and drove her cunt down into the man's mouth. She wanted more of this. And she wanted it now!
"You like it when I tease your little clit?" he asked.
She tried to answer but the words jumbled up in her throat. She licked dried lips and tossed her head vigorously, dark black hair flying in all directions. It haloed her face and made her look even more like an angel-or a devil.
The man's mouth clamped firmly on the tiny finger of flesh poking up from the front of the girl's pussy lips. He licked and stroked its length until it pulsed hard against the tip of his tongue. He used his lips to suck it into his mouth. Once there, his teeth provided the rough and hard contrast required to get the raven-haired woman off again.
She felt his teeth gently nipping at her clit while his tongue diddled with the very tip. She couldn't stand it any longer. Her climax sent her soaring into lands few have ever achieved. She moaned and rocked and finally screamed at the top of her lungs.
For a horrified instant, lost in lust though she was, the woman was afraid the secretaries and other partners in the law firm would come bursting in to see what the matter was. She needn't have worried. Nothing of the sort happened. She soared and glided and drifted on the winds of ecstasy. And when she came down, she saw the lawyer still avidly licking and kissing along the insides of her thighs.
She felt a pang of guilt. He was doing this for her and not getting anything in return. She could see the thick stalk of his prick jutting upwards from his crotch. The mere sight made her mouth water. And Cristal knew then the perfect gift she could give Lance to show him how much she appreciated him eating her out like, this.
"Sit on your desk," she panted. "Please, hurry, while I've still got the will power."
"Will power? What do you mean?"
"I mean your tongue feels so damned good on my pussy I might never want to let it leave-so move your ass!"
The man smiled broadly and quickly did as the woman asked. He sat with his legs dangling down, his prick surging up between them. The woman dropped to her knees and cradled his huge dong in her hands as if it were some sort of religious artifact. She stroked and gently massaged just behind the head to make sure he didn't come too soon.
"God, that feels super," the man moaned out. "Stick it in your mouth and give me a blow job I'll remember till the day I die!"
She didn't answer. Or rather, she gave him the best answer possible. The bulbous tip of his prick slipped between her ruby red lips and she sucked for all she was worth. The woman sucked on his prick so hard that her cheeks went concave under the suction.
Cristal knew instantly that she was getting through to him. She tasted the bitter drop of preseminal fluid beading at the tip of his cock. She smiled around the thick plug of his prick and began to gently gnaw on his stalk. He writhed around but she wouldn't let him go. She loved the taste of an aroused male. The thick, musky odor turned her on even more. She licked and sucked and used every trick she could think of to make certain that Lance got his fair share of this mouth love.
Her pussy still throbbed from the mouth love he had given her. She usually didn't care that much for cunnilingus. It turned her on, but only if she thought a nice, hard cock would follow the tongue all the way up into her seething cunt. But this was different She realized how prosaic her fucking and sucking had been up till now. Always at night, with the lights out and usually with Ben.
Now she could pick and choose from the most handsome studs around. And if they were anything like Lance, she would find her sexual horizons broadening swiftly.
"Keep sucking. Goddamn, I love the way your tongue tries to work down my piss-slit. That drives me wild!"
She wiggled her tongue against the tiny opening, then swirled around like a berserk tornado. She found the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the cleft cocks head and gave it special treatment. The woman knew the triangular flap was the most sensitive portion of a man's anatomy. She stroked her rough, pink tongue over it until nothing but soft moans came from Lance.
Then she really went down on him. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth before surging down into her throat. She was no Linda Lovelace but she had learned the trick of straightening her neck just right. She could take just about any man. With Lance, this was a real challenge. He was huge. Never had she seen a man this well hung, although Cristal freely admitted her sexual experiences were limited. A librarian didn't meet many men willing to experiment sexually and the ones she did meet bored her silly.
But Lance didn't bore her. He thrilled her strangely. He was the type of man she had dreamed of meeting and never had. And this added extra skill to her sucking on his prick. Her tongue cradled his cock and she swallowed hard a few times.
The man's huge pecker threatened to suffocate her. She bobbed her Adam's apple up and down his prick a few times before pulling back. She sucked in grateful gusts of air around the thick plug of his prick in her mouth. And this hot air rushing across his aroused prick was the trigger to set him off.
"I... I can't hang on much longer. God, Cris darling, that mouth of yours is too much for me. I... ummmmmm!"
She felt the first spurt of his come arch through her mouth and spatter against her tonsils. The woman didn't want that. She wanted to taste his acrid, salty come. Her tongue pressed feverishly against the tip of his fountaining prick. This time every single drop of his precious come smeared across her taste-buds. Savoring the taste, Cris sucked and moaned in stark pleasure.
This was living. This was what money could get her. To hell with her old life! Cristal Lawrence was going to blossom now!
CHAPTER THREE
"I just can't believe it," Cristal cried out. "I mean, spending so much money! It's as if I were a millionaire!"
"You are, my dear, you are," Lance answered her. "I've taken a hundred thousand of the money and transferred it to your bank. You can draw on it anytime you wish."
"But the rest?" the dark-haired beauty asked. "What's happened to the rest of the million?"
"What's that?" asked Lance, his face darkening as if with storm clouds. "You don't trust me to handle your affairs?"
"No, Lance, it's not that. This is all so new to me I just wondered where the money was. I know you wouldn't do anything wrong with the money."
She looked at him and relaxed a little as his face brightened. She hadn't meant anything by her comment. It was just that being rich was so new to her that she wanted the money in bags so she could stare at it and maybe even spend long, sleepless nights counting it. The thought thrilled her. To run her fingers through stacks of gold coins, to count out mountains of silver dollars, to be rich!
"The money's safe, believe me," Lance told her. "And I can handle your affairs admirably." His hands worked around her waist, his fingers massaging her stomach and sides. Pulling her closer, he planted a juicy kiss full on her lips. For a second, Cristal was surprised. They were in public, in a clothing store with models parading up and down the runway so that she could choose a dress. And now Lance acted as if they were alone in his bedroom.
"Lance, not here, please," she said pushing him away. His hand had crept from her waist down to her leg. And it hadn't taken but an instant for that hand to find her naked leg beneath her skirt. Cristal knew it would have been only seconds before he moved upward and discovered her damp pussy. She heaved a big sigh and moved away from him.
"What's wrong?"
"Not in public! That's disgraceful. What will all these people think of us?"
"They'll think we know what the hell we're doing. You're beautiful and I'm not exactly ugly and we're both young and why shouldn't we enjoy each other?"
"Counselor, you are most persuasive but we're here to buy clothing. Not to fool around." Cristal primly turned and watched the model swirl and twist around displaying a Halston original. She could hardly believe this was happening to her, even after a solid week of shopping sprees and going to wild parties with Lance.
Rich! All the clerks hovered around her as if she were royalty. This special fashion show was for her and her alone. The feeling of power, having so many snooty clerks waiting hand and foot on her amused her. Many's the time she had walked into a department store and couldn't even attract the salesgirl's attention short of making a scene. Now the clerks fawned on her and almost begged her to buy.
She loved it.
And the feel of Lance's hand creeping up her leg wasn't too bad, either. She knew that Ben would never try anything so bold. Not in public, not with a dozen people watching them. She snuggled down and felt the hand grip her firm inner thigh. His fingertips brushed across the taut material of her panties, not quite pressing into her snatch. She shivered visibly. The nearness of his hand to her hot, tight cunt was more than she could take.
But how could she possibly bellow out, "Finger fuck me!" That wasn't done, especially in as high class a store as this. She had to let Lance do whatever he wanted.
Even when his other hand lightly touched her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse, she didn't dare say anything. She might break down and moan out something that would embarrass them both.
"They're getting hard," Lance said. "I like that. Look at the way they poke against the cloth. They look like tiny mushrooms sprouting up. And I love to eat mushrooms!"
He began pressing his thumb into her left nipple. She moaned louder and tried to keep her eyes on the models as they came and went, all displaying the highest of high fashion. The woman soon forgot to ask prices; she was too engrossed in what Lance was doing to her tits. Besides, if she really had to worry about price, she wouldn't be in the store in the first place.
"I'll take that one and that," she said finally, hardly speaking louder than a husky whisper. The clerk dutifully nodded and clapped his hands. People scurried and soon the pair were left alone in the room.
"Let's fuck," Lance said.
"Lance!" she cried in mock outrage. Really, the idea thrilled Cristal. Lance cared for her enough to jeopardize his reputation. Ben would never even think of screwing in a public place, much less the middle of a ritzy store like this. She shook her head and pushed him away. "Curb your animal instincts. We can do it-later."
He laughed and they walked from the store arm in arm She had never felt better, even though the spring day was chilly and the wind whipped hard at her newly done coiffure.
* * *
Cristal felt sinfully sexy in the dress she had bought that morning. Clever panels of lace in the dress revealed more skin than she had ever shown, except in a bathing suit. She felt more naked than dressed and yet everything was covered up enough to keep her from getting arrested for indecent exposure. The designer of the dress had truly enjoyed looking at women to create such a masterpiece- and he would have loved the way Cristal filled out his design.
Her tits swelled and threatened to tumble out of the front at any instant. She felt the dress pulling inward slightly against her bare boobs just enough to keep her from swaying all over the place, but she still felt bare. And the silken material clung to her body with static electricity tenacity. She felt like the million dollars she had in the bank.
Until she walked into the party. Lance had told her this would be a high class party, but she hadn't really believed him. Not until now. She felt like a poor country cousin when she saw the movie stars and other famous people in the large room.
"Come on in, Cris," urged Lance. "Let me introduce you to some of these people."
"But Lance, I mean they're all so... "
"Well known? So what. I think you'll find them interesting enough to talk to and if you don't, I assure you I can think of something damned interesting for us to do."
"I was hoping we'd do that anyway, Lance. Let's go. We can be back at my apartment inside an hour and then we can... "
"Nonsense," the lawyer said. "We mingle a bit and I'll get you started. You'll find that these folks are just like any others you've known." He dragged her into the whirl of beautiful faces and trim bodies. She wanted to crawl into a hole and pull the opening after her. These were all famous people and who was she? Just some poor librarian who had suddenly come into a windfall.
"Bob Vickers, I want you to meet Cristal. Cris, Bob's one of those best-selling author types. You know the type. Oh, hey, there's one of my other clients. Excuse me a second, you two. Be right back." Lance dashed off across the room to speak earnestly with a young woman. Cristal felt a sudden pang of jealousy. The other wasn't anywhere near as pretty as she was and yet Lance had abandoned her.
"Well, Bob," she said turning to the author, "what have you written lately?"
"That's what all these phonies always ask. If they looked at the best seller list they'd know. I thought you could come up with a better line than that." He appeared truly disgusted with her.
For a moment, Cristal was flustered. Then she snapped, "Very well, what's the Dewey Decimal number of your latest book?"
The writer appeared stunned at the question, then he laughed loudly. "Now that I like. You've got a sense of humor, which is better than 90% of the people in this room. But the hell with me, I'm more interested in you."
"Me? Why? I'm new to the party scene, I guess you'd call it. I'm nowhere near as dazzling as she is." Cristal pointed to a famous movie star strutting her stuff. She wondered if the other woman might not inadvertently expose herself if she took too deep a breath, not that her own dress was any less revealing.
"She's a crashing bore. Most of them are. But you, you're new. I haven't figured you out yet. And besides all that, you are probably the most beautiful woman in the room" The way he said it made Cristal believe him. But she was still surprised. "Why do you say that? There's any number here who... "
"Who spend all their time under the surgeon's knife getting face lifts. Hell, that bitch over there has had so many her doctor told her if she has another face lift she'll have a Vandyke beard. You're unsullied, you're natural, you're not trying like hell to impress anyone."
"Why should I?"
"Why should any of these people try to impress each other? Most of them could buy and sell us a hundred times over and still they try to put on airs. But you, you're not like that. Maybe you'll get that way in time if you stay around the jet set long enough."
"This is the jet set?"
"Sure, but... let's go out on the terrace. Not that the air's any better there. The view might be nicer, though." His eves raked up and down her body, probing into all the cleverly placed lace veils and trying to estimate what might be hidden under the opaque cloth. Cristal saw that the man had a huge bulge at his crotch. For a moment, she hesitated, not wanting to be alone with him. She looked around and saw Lance in a passionate embrace with the sweet young thing he had spoken to earlier. That decided her.
Why shouldn't she have some fun with this guy? After all, she had wanted to get out of her rut as a librarian. This was the best way she could think of to edge into the mainstream. Fucking a writer was almost business. And it would get back at Lance for dumping her all alone!
"Sure," Cristal told him. "Be happy to accompany you." She managed to rub her thigh against his crotch as she passed out through the door. Outside, the air was clearer than she'd thought and they could see the lights of the city strewn out in front of them, jewels dropped from the fist of some drunken giant.
"Beautiful," the man said, edging up behind Cristal. He placed one of his hands on each side of her, his crotch rubbing up and down against her flaring behind.
"Isn't it?" she said, leaning backwards into the man's strong body. "I meant you, not the city. That's okay, but you're gorgeous."
"You say that to all the girls you bring out here," she accused, but Cristal felt a warm glow deep inside that spread rapidly. She felt as if she had stepped onto a roller coaster and now couldn't get off until the ride ended. And it didn't matter much to her. She had wanted to live a little. This was living. A famous author, a scenic view from the balcony at a high society party-and they were both horny and ready for any action.
His hands worked her dress upwards until it was hiked around her waist. Clever hands swiftly slipped inside the band of her pantyhose and pulled them down her legs. All the while, she craned her neck backwards and presented her lips for the tender kiss. Tender at first, then brutal, strong, crushing as their passions mounted.
She found she couldn't get enough of the man's mouth. Her eager tongue licked and stroked along his lips, waiting for the opening. As he parted his lips slightly, she surged forward with her oral organ. She plunged into the dank, humid cavern of his mouth. Her tongue tangled with his and they began to erotically duel.
The dark-haired woman's passions flared higher and higher until she was barely able to breathe. Her lungs struggled to get enough air. And the hands that had worked on her pantyhose now pressed fervently into her ample tits.
She kicked free of her pantyhose and stood, naked from the waist down. Turning and facing the man, she said, "I'm yours. Write a new chapter using my body."
"You've sure put the lead in my pencil," he said, nuzzling down into the fragrant nest of her hair. "Pull it out. I want to feel your hand around my cock."
She did as he ordered. The woman gasped at the size of his prick. She found she could barely wrap her fingers around the virile, throbbing length of fuck stick. The man was even better hung than Lance and she had thought him to be the best in the world. How she was learning! Ben was good, but these guys were fantastic!
Stroking up and down his cock, she felt the excited blood pounding into it. She grew weaker in the knees, the idea of being fucked out here on the terrace assailing her. The idea was so kinky it thrilled her to the core of her being.
"The others, inside," she moaned out. The man's mouth licked and nipped and sucked along the line of her jaw before descending to the hollow of her throat. "They might see us!"
"Fuck 'em! I want to fuck you. Nothing else matters. You're gorgeous, the most beautiful woman in the world. I shall call you Helen. I could never imagine a woman so lovely that her face could launch a thousand warships, but now I can. You're my Helen!"
"And you'll be my Paris. Make love to me on the walls of Troy!"
The woman's romantic visions were heightened as the man spun her around. For a dizzy 'second, she could look out over the city and imagine they were floating. She was beginning to go rubbery in the legs, unable to support her weight. The man's strong arms guided her to the carpeted floor. She spread her legs wantonly for him, urging him to enter and fuck her until she melted from the friction of his cock surging back and forth in her pussy.
"No, not like this. Whores do it in the missionary position," the man said. "On your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are!"
The words excited her strangely. Usually, she didn't like men who talked dirty all the time. But this was different. This man was a writer who knew how to use words for their full effect. She hastened to obey him. Nothing in the world mattered to her now except pleasing him "Cram that cock all the way into my twat," she urged. "I want to feel it spreading my cunt walls."
"I'm going to rip you apart all the way to the chin," he promised. She felt his hands grip the meaty asscheeks and begin to pull them apart. She sobbed with joy. This was so good. As his fingers delved down into the humid canyon, she found herself going weak all over. She collapsed forward, her head resting on her crossed arms.
This shoved her butt back into the man's crotch. He drove his prick forward and they fitted together like two pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle. She shuddered softly as his prick raced along the liquid gash of her sex.
"In!" she cried. "Stuff it in and fuck like hell!"
"Soon, little one, soon. But for the moment I want to feel your body responding to me. I want to savor the way your cunt leaks its thick sauces onto my cock!"
He thrust his prick back and forth in the cradle of her cunt lips until the woman was almost ready to come. She felt the electric tingles volting throughout her pussy and surging up her spine. She moaned softly and began hunching backwards, trying to increase the friction of cock against pussy lips.
"This is too much. I gotta get in and fuck," the man grunted. "If your cunt's as tight as I think, we're both gonna love this!"
"Do it!" she cried out. "Don't talk, fuck! Fuck me gooooood!"
She almost passed out when he rammed his cock directly between her puffy, blood-engorged cunt lips. The woman felt every single inch of that might pillar of cock come racing into her tight pussy. The thick head of his prick pulsed and throbbed with a virile life of its own. But it was the way his telephone pole sized cock spread her cunt walls that turned her on the most.
At first, she thought he would rip her apart all the way to the chin as he had promised. Then her delicate inner membrane began to stretch. With the resilience of a youthful cunt, she expanded enough to give the man a tight fit and herself a hell of a thrill.
The purpled knob on the tip of his prick hammered with fiery lust into her cunt walls. She began rotating her hips in a small circle to stir that lusty stalk around inside her twat. She heard the lewd squishing noise as his prick pulled and tugged hard at her velvet hung pussy. But she was almost lost in the throes of ecstasy.
The feelings he had built up inside her body just fucking back and forth along her pussy lips had almost gotten her off. Now that his prick was buried balls deep in her tightly clinging cunt, she had all she needed.
The woman came-hard.
At first she couldn't put words to her joy. Then she cried at the top of her lungs. She wanted the world to know how great this man's prick felt in the juicy confines of her seething hot cunt. Her sex-cauldron was boiling with desire and she intended to keep the ecstasy flowing through her body as long as she could.
She hunched back, grinding her hips into the man's crotch. She felt the roughness of his trousers stroking along the smooth curves of her naked ass. This pushed her upwards to the point where even incoherent screams refused to come from her mouth. All she could do was moan and sob in sheer delight.
"Goddamn, you're tight. Like a vise closing down on my prong," the man gasped out. "And hot! Sure that isn't a blast furnace you have stuffed up between your legs?"
"No, it's a prick! And I want it fucking my poor little cunny! Do it to me as hard as you can. Fuck me haaaaard!"
Her entire body trembled now. When she felt the man's prick begin to slip from her twat, she tensed all her muscles to hold him inside. For a brief second, she thought she had won this erotic tug of war. And then her body betrayed her. The thick fuck juices boiling out of her cunt made his prick too slippery to hang onto for long.
She felt him depart, then slam back into her. The fleshy thud marked his hips banging into her ass. The man's balls wetly slapped against her cunt lips. She wanted more. Together, they began hunching and screwing themselves together in an erotic tangle of arms and legs. She managed to hook her feet over the tops of his calves. This allowed her to pull him into her cunt even harder.
He picked up the tempo of the fucking until the woman could no longer concentrate on what she wanted. All she knew was the message from her body: fuck!
And fuck she did. She heard the obscene smucking noises as the man repeatedly drove deep and hard into her tender, yielding cunt. And then she felt the hot puddle of desire form in the pit of her stomach. The heat spread throughout her loins, then raced like wildfire up her spine. She came again, moaning and driving her hips back in a vain attempt to get even more of the man's fucking cock into her body.
He tried to hang on. The feel of her rippling cunt walls clutching so hotly at his cock turned him on. He wanted this to last forever, but when she came, her pussy smashed down on him hard. He thrust and pulled out as fast as he could to build the friction to the point where they would both melt with desire.
As the woman came again, her pussy tightened to the point where it milked him of his come. He spewed forth his creamy fluid and semen, whitewashing the walls of her pussy with spurt after spurt. He continued fucking until his prick began to melt inside the woman's hot twat.
Cristal felt his prick going flaccid and hated it. She was hot and ready to fuck all night. The man had been good, but she was still hornier than hell. He had been an appetizer- now she was ready for the main course!
CHAPTER FOUR
"God, it was good," panted Cristal, still burning inside from the effect of the man's prick. Never had she felt a cock fill her up so much as this man's had. She was glad she had come to the party-and she was even glad that Lance had abandoned her the way he had. Otherwise, she might not have gotten this fantastic fucking out on the terrace.
"Sure was," the author said, sitting back on his heels. "I think you've got just about the tightest pussy I ever found. God, I thought for a second you would mash me flat."
"With that prick of yours?" laughed Cristal. "Impossible! It would take a lot more than my pussy to do that You're like a bar of steel. I never felt anything like it before in my whole life!"
"You don't say," came the dry words from the doorway.
Cristal turned and looked guiltily at the woman standing there, arms crossed under her ample tits. She was dressed fit to kill in an evening gown that put even Cristal's to shame. Cristal had to suck in her breath at the sight of the woman's classic beauty.
High cheekbones outlined a straight nose. Thin lips that looked a little cruel were lightly done in red lipstick. A mound of auburn hair balanced precariously on the woman's head. But it was her body-not her face-that made Cristal just a little jealous. Cristal knew she was good looking, but in this crowd good looking was only average.
This woman could never be counted as average in any collection, even a group of beauty contest winners. She had the tits to make any man look twice-and then covertly glance bade a third time-and her waist was small enough for Cristal to put her hands around. The ass that flared into very womanly hips was inviting and then her legs tapered down trimly. All in all, a seductive package.
But why had she been spying on them while they fucked? Cristal managed to get her skirt down around her bare ass and tried to summon up a measure of composure. It was difficult for her. She had seldom been caught in the act of fucking, especially at a high-class party like this one.
"Who're you? Some sicko voyeur who gets her kicks watching others screw?" asked Cristal, trying to put as much haughtiness into her voice as possible. She refused to be intimidated by anyone, especially now. She was rich and she could do anything she wanted.
The answer did intimidate her. And it was the man who answered Cristal's question. "Say, Cris darling, you haven't met my wife, have you? This is Marta. Marta, meet Cristal Lawrence. We just met."
"I noticed," said the woman in her dry voice. She came out onto the terrace. For the first time, Cristal could see the huge diamond ring gleaming on her finger.
Cristal started to say something, then gulped like a fish out of water. She'd been prepared for just about anything but this. She finally succeeded in sputtering out, "B-b-but I didn't know he was m-married!"
"Yes, dear, he is very married. To me."
Marta peered down at the seated girl, looking stem. Cristal felt as if she wanted to die then and there. The fucking had been good, but she didn't want to mess around with another woman's man. Especially this woman's man. Marta's cold grey eyes were intimidating and her beauty was awesome. Cristal just couldn't get her mind into gear to come up with the proper excuse, the one that would get her out of this situation safely.
Then both Marta and Bob began laughing uproariously. The woman laughed so hard that tears ran down her cheeks. The salty tracks smeared her mascara and caked the powder on her face.
"Sorry, dear, really!" laughed Marta. "I couldn't resist the temptation. You looked so innocent!"
The woman had to support herself against the railing of the terrace, so great was her amusement at the young girl's dilemma. For the span of a heartbeat, Cristal couldn't figure it out. Then it hit her like a ton of falling bricks. Marta didn't care that she had been screwing her husband. It was all in good fun-for them!
"You watched and you don't care?" the girl asked slowly. She glanced from Bob to Marta and then back. She saw that was exactly right. Neither cared.
"We have an open marriage. What the hell do I care if he finds and beds a dozen women a night? I do the same at a party. As long as we can get it on together and it's good, what the fuck?"
Cristal was taken aback by the woman's candid answer. She managed to say, "It's all right then that Bob and I were...?"
"That I saw you fucking? Dear, I'm happy for him. He doesn't often end up with a good looking chick like you."
"He married you. I count that as something to brag about."
"Oh?" said Marta, wiping the tears from her eyes. She slowly appraised Cristal, her grey eyes not missing a single contour of the woman's lush, still quivering body. "So, you think I'm attractive?"
"Very. I wish I looked like you. You... you're beautiful!"
"Thank you, my dear. Not many other women are so upfront with their praise. And I think you do mean it."
"I do!"
"You picked a winner this time, Bob. A real winner." Marta dropped down beside the seated girl and said, "Bob's worn out, poor darling. Why don't you and I explore each other to see if we really are as attractive as we think?"
Cristal didn't know what the other woman meant until she felt a slender hand working up tinder her dress. Her first instinct was to push it away, but she didn't. She realized then that these two were totally committed to sexual enjoyment. Man, woman, it didn't matter to them. They wanted to get their rocks off and if they found someone else attractive sexually, that was that.
The girl hardly knew what to do when Marta's finger lightly brushed across her fleecy snatch. Her pussy was still damp from the fantastic fucking she had received from Bob. And now it was leaking out its thick fuck juices again-in anticipation of another woman's finger!
"I... I'm new at this type of loving," she said. Cristal hardly wanted to come out and admit she found lesbian lovemaking perverted. Yet she had made the vow to herself to get out of her sexual rut. Why should she deny herself this golden opportunity? Marta was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen and there was a definite attraction Cristal couldn't merely pass off as friendliness. It was sexual. Her vulva pulsed as the woman's hand pressed into it. She found herself squirming and moaning softly.
Cristal didn't know whether to hate herself for responding like this to another woman's touch or not. She wanted to experience the life she had missed while stacking up books all day long in the dreary library. She wanted to know that she was still alive. This was certainly one way to find out if she was as sexually liberated as she wanted to believe.
Her will power was rapidly being leeched away. She felt her legs slowly drifting apart as she leaned back against the railing for support. She wanted the other woman to feel her up. Nothing but a finger in her tight, hot pussy would do for her now.
"Ah, look, Bob! So lovely. That jet black pussy fur turns me on. I've never seen any so silken and soft before. I can appreciate you wanting to fuck her cross-eyed," the other woman said.
Her finger began moving in and out of the tightly held cunt lips. Cristal sobbed and bit her lower lip as the other woman started a quick, brisk finger fucking. She shuddered openly now and rammed her hips downward to get that driving finger even deeper into her eager cunt.
"Finger fuck me hard! Oh, sweet Jesus, this is too much for me! I didn't want to get involved with another woman, but now I can't stop! Use that finger! Use two! Stuff my pussy full!"
"She likes it," Marta laughed. "But, my dear, I will not stuff your cunt full of fingers. No matter how much you think you want it, I assure you there's something even more exciting."
"I don't know and I don't care. Just do it!" The girl's voice cracked from the sexual strains she felt. The tensions in her belly had grown until she was sure she would go out of her head with lust if something wasn't done and soon. "Ah, she loves my little diddling." Marta's fuck sauce coated finger slipped out of the clinging cunt hole and raked across the erect clit. Cristal's entire body convulsed once. It was as if an icicle had been driven into her guts. She cried out in incoherent need.
And then she felt a hot, eager tongue slurping up her fuck juices. She opened her eyes and saw that Marta had gone down on her. The auburn haired woman's lips parted in an obscene kiss that was planted squarely on the dark-haired woman's sex lips.
Cristal's hips went berserk with need. She lifted her ass entirely off the carpeted terrace and tried to get that tongue deep enough in her pussy to really fuck her. She wanted to come alive totally to the feel of a hot, questing tongue in her fuck tunnel. The girl was aware that Bob was closely watching, his hand working his limp prick. She doubted the man was getting another hard-on this soon, but the sight of the two women going at it would certainly help him along.
It occurred to Cristal's sex-dazed mind that she was the only one not active. She should do something to Marta to thank her for that glorious tongue slithering all around her hungering cunt. She began to move slowly, not wanting to dislodge the other woman, until she was turned around and able to pull up Marta's skirt. The woman's slender legs eagerly parted. She wanted what Cristal had to offer.
Cristal almost came when she pulled back Marta's skirt far enough to reveal the auburn rimmed snatch. The woman didn't wear any panties. Her stockings were held by a garter belt. This allowed her pussy to remain free and open for sex-action just like this. The idea that the woman had come to this party wanting to get laid startled Cristal. She knew then that she wasn't quite the sophisticated woman about town that she pretended she was. It took more than money to acquire the blase attitudes she saw in the people at this party.
She decided the best way of becoming jaded sexually was to get as much as she could right now. The woman somehow doubted that fucking would ever lose its thrill for her; this was exciting simply because she had never made love to another woman before.
"Go to it, girls! Goddamn, but you two are pretty. I love watching two chicks like you making it!" The man's hand worked frantically on his soft prick. But Cristal was able to see the jerks and twitches in that once-mighty pillar of manhood. He was slowly getting to the point where he would be able to join in.
The thought of some three-way action turned the girl on even more. She worked her face deeper, between Marta's legs, her tongue seeking out the woman's pussy. She licked and kissed along the nylon-covered inner thigh in a way that turned her on the most. The woman realized that two women had an advantage over a man-woman team. Each knew what turned her on the most and could use it to turn the other on.
But Cristal discovered that she hated the taste of Marta's cunt. The thick juices leaking from between the puckery cunt lips wasn't to her taste. She wondered why a guy ever ate pussy when it tasted this slimy.
Marta seemed to know instinctively what was happening. She rose up from her own pussy-eating chores and said to Bob, "Get some cognac. I think that'll make my cunt more appealing to her. After all, there's no reason she shouldn't get drunk with alcohol, too!"
"Your wish is my command!" Bob rose and got a half-filled bottle of the brandy that had been sitting on a table. He came over and said to Cristal, "Get that lovely mouth of yours away from her pussy for a second. There!"
He poured the fragrant liquor all over his wife's snatch. The alcoholic beverage flowed across her pussy mound and dampened the auburn fur even more.
"Just don't light it," said Marta. "I don't want her to go down in flames!"
Cristal found herself relaxing. This wasn't the frantic, desperate sex she had been accustomed to finding in the singles bars. That scene had bored her quickly. All the men were out to score and all the women were out to get laid. Nothing more. And if the evening was coming to a close without the possibility of getting pussy or cock, the frantic rushing around became almost pathetic. She had left the singles bars because of that. Life with Ben was much quieter and more laid back. Too quiet, too laid back.
But fucking with Bob and Marta was thrilling. They were relaxed and seemed to genuinely enjoy what they were doing. They didn't take sex as seriously as most. They reveled in each other's body and shared openly. Cristal thought she might like an arrangement like that-especially when it could be with such beautiful people.
She avidly applied her tongue to the brandy coated slit now. The taste was a peculiar one, but one which she could learn to like. She lapped harder, her tongue pressing between the puffy folds of sex lip and plunging into the heated interior of the other woman's pussy. For a brief second, she panicked. She thought this was wrong, perverted, even filthy. Then she decided she had gone this far and might as well keep going.
Besides, the tongue working all over her cunt thrilled her strangely. Knowing it was a woman's tongue worming into her pussy was part of the attraction. The rest was purely physical. Marta knew how to eat pussy. She used every trick she could think of and this made Cristal all the more willing to give as good as she got.
"Ummm," the girl moaned out. "I love the taste of your cunt now. This is making me drunk-with ecstasy!"
Her mouth kissed the folds of the labia and then sucked hard. She pulled one of the blood-engorged flaps into her mouth. Lips resting on either side of the labia, she used teeth and tongue and suction to give it the best mouth love she could. Marta began squirming around as if she were on hot pavement. Cristal knew that she was the one responsible for arousing the other woman. The copious flow of frothy cunt juice was enough to tell her that.
Cristal felt Marta's thighs press down hard on either side of her head. The tenseness became steely when the other woman came. The rush of creamy cunt sauce almost drowned Cristal. She lapped and licked and sucked and found herself enjoying it more and more. All the brandy was gone now, but she had overcome her revulsion. She realized then that it had been entirely mental. There wasn't anything bad about another woman's pussy. Hell, it tasted good!
"Lemme in. I'm horny watching you two go at it. Let the old pro show the new kids on the block how it's supposed to be done."
Cristal craned her head around and saw that Bob had another boner. He held his dick firmly in his hand. It throbbed and pulsed with visible lust. She felt her own cunt begin to juice up even more at the thought of getting to surround all that cockflesh again.
"Sure!" she cried out. "Join us. Three's got to be even more fun than two-and this is super!"
A tangle of arms and legs ensued and they finally came up into brand new positions. Cristal realized that Bob and Marta were totally in control. If they hadn't wanted the three of them to end up like this, it wouldn't have happened at all. She felt like the poor country cousin come to town. They were so obviously expert at multiple person fucking that she felt almost ashamed at her lack of knowledge about it.
But she was willing to learn!
"Oh! Oh!" she cried out when she felt Bob's prick jutting up and pressing firmly between her pulsating cunt lips. Her entire cunt was coming alive again in the way that only a cock can cause. Bob lay on his back and Cristal straddled his waist. She faced Marta, who thrust her dripping snatch down into her husband's face. The other woman opened her eyes, smiled and then winked broadly as if welcoming Cristal to an exclusive club. Never had the girl felt more at home.
"Don't just sit there, fuck yourself good!" the man demanded. His hands reached out and cupped Cristal's dangling tits. Even through the fabric of her dress, she thrilled to the touch of the man's hands. He pressed his thumbs down firmly into her nipples. For a horrifying second, she thought he was trying to drive the pebble-hard nubbins all the way down into her tits.
But he moved his hands in slow circles, trying to stimulate and not rearrange her boobs She raised herself up enough to allow his prick to snap to rigid attention under her labia. For an eternity, she lowered her hips, hesitant, not sure what she was doing. The first touch of his cock assured her this was the way to do it She dropped the last few inches. And pain shot all the way up into her pussy. Gasping, she realized that it wasn't quite a straight shot deep into her cunt. She twisted her hips around and rocked back a bit, then felt the cock slip hard into her seething, demanding twat.
"Yeah, baby, that's the way to do it. God, it fits like it was made for your pussy."
"It was," she assured him, "it was!"
Cristal began to wiggle her hips now, rotating from side to side with the cock firmly lodged in her cauldron of desire. The feel of the prick twisting inside her tight pussy built up her lust to the breaking point She began rising and falling on his jutting prick, fucking herself with jerky strokes.
She reached out and grabbed Marta's boobs in her hands. The feel of the other woman's abundant tits pressing hotly into her palms added a new dimension to the fucking. She could look down and see the cock parting her pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips or glance over and see the man's tongue slithering in and out of his wife's pussy.
The young girl's body tensed and she came. She came harder than she would have thought possible. Her teeth rattled and she cried out her rampaging desires. The idea that someone might hear her and come to see what was wrong never entered her head. Or if it did, it only added fuel to her lust. This was so kinky and perverted she could hardly believe it. This was living life to the extreme. She was on the edge of her old morality, exploring new territories, finding that her sexuality was more intricate than she'd once thought.
Bouncing up and down on Bob's prick produced an adequate amount of friction against her cunt walls. She tensed and relaxed her pussy walls so that she massaged his hidden prick. The man's dick began to dance around erotically in the tight confines of her female sheath. His hands dropped from her tits and were replaced by those of Marta. The man's grip transferred lower to her snatch.
His fingers pressed hotly into her cunt lips on either side of his prick. This made it seem as if her cunt had shrunk a full size. She gasped and moaned out her joy at this. And when he began diddling her clit, she came like a rocket blasting off for outer space. The huge piledriver cock filled her, created friction that warmed her guts, made her feel like a complete woman, but it was her clit that gave her the ultimate release of orgasm.
She kept her hips fucking. She didn't know how she did it, but she did. Usually she fucked in the missionary position. That seemed about all that Ben preferred. But this was titillating in the extreme. She burned hot and froze cold all in the same motion. The finger working on her clit sent shivers up her spine. The cock melted her guts. She came and came and came. She felt like a human machine gun going off.
And when the dark-haired girl thought she couldn't do any more, the fingers on her tits cunningly enticed even more from her trembling body.
"Keep doing it, Marta," came Bob's voice. "We'll turn the kid into a sex junkie yet."
The words barely penetrated. Her blood hammered like the ocean's surf in her temples. Her hearing was dulled by the throb of excited blood. But she felt. His prick tried to turn cartwheels while it was buried balls deep in her convulsing cunt. She tensed and twisted and corkscrewed herself down onto the man's huge prick.
It pulled and tried to rip apart her sensitive tissues. Never had she felt a prick this huge in her twat. But she was the one controlling the tempo of the fucking. She was the one straddling his waist, driving that mighty battering ram of flesh in and out of her tender cunt hole. The feeling of freedom and power filled her. She came again.
"God, the little bitch's really getting off on it," muttered Marta. "And you, you cocksuckung son of a bitch, use that tongue on my pussy! I need it so baaaaaad!"
Cristal was vaguely aware that things other than her own pleasures existed in the world. The idea that Bob was eating pussy that wasn't hers slowly percolated into her brain. The man was getting it at both ends, eating pussy and getting it crammed down furiously around his impaling spike of manmeat.
Cristal had to brace her hands against the man's chest she was fucking herself so fast and hard now. She had started by rising up and letting gravity do all the work. That wasn't giving her the friction along her cunt walls that she wanted, that she needed. She drove herself as hard as she could and it had an effect on both her and the man whose prick she was enjoying so much.
The prick grew to fantastic proportions inside her tightly clutching cunt. She didn't know how her resilient walls stretched to take the added girth, but it did. The hot rush of his come filled her with lava. The heated sperm and semen set her off onto another magical tour of her body and her senses. She came harder than all the other times wrapped up together.
"Uh-uh-uuuunnnngghhhhh!" she screamed, not caring who heard her. She was living for the first time. Really living! And all because she was rich. Cristal hardly understood what it was about having money that liberated her so much. She had been in a rut-a grave with the ends knocked out-and now she was experiencing what life was all about.
Good, hard cock, pussy that was surprisingly tasty, things she'd once thought were perverted and dirty. She was living, by God, living!
CHAPTER FIVE
As soon as she had gotten off again and the man's prick began to go limp in her tightly clinging pussy, Cristal looked up. She had to blink her eyes a few times to focus them properly. The fucking had blurred her vision. But nothing could disguise the fact that a half dozen people were lined up and watching. Seeing that they were discovered in their voyeuristic roles, the people began to applaud. Cristal wanted to die. These party-goers had actually been spying on her fucking!
"Don't let it get to you, kid," said Marta quietly. "They're good folks, most of them They just enjoy a little change of pace. You're new so they figure you owe them some new kicks. I'll say this, you provided me with a good deal of excitement!"
"Me, too!" cried Bob, pulling out from tinder the two women. "I'm so damned sore I might not be able to fuck again for a whole month!"
"Poor baby," said one of the women who had been watching. "Did these awful women abuse you? Let me kiss it and make it well." The woman elbowed Cristal out of the way as she went down on the man. Her eager tongue licked and lapped avidly at the man's penis. There was no mistaking her feral desires.
"God, I never saw anything like these people," Cristal said under her breath. "What drives them?"
"Novelty," said Marta, straightening her dress. "They all crave anything new and different. The old routine is party-party-party. It gets to be a drag unless new blood comes in. And you're it, kid. Damn, but am I lucky to have found you!"
Cristal smiled wanly. She didn't know if she had been complimented or insulted. She was being treated like nothing more than an object. Glancing down at the woman sucking hard on Bob's prick, Cristal had to ask, "Why is she so hot for him? Is she new to this crowd, too?"
"Her? Hell, no. She's ancient! But Bob was with you and now she's with him Some little prestige might rub off on her that way. Sort of like the Plains Indians counting coup. They never actually killed their most ferocious enemies. Instead, they would gallop by and touch them with a coup stick. Same thing, except Bob's coup stick isn't responding yet. But it will."
Cristal wanted to ask other questions about these unique jet set people but Marta was quickly propositioned by a tall, dark man that Cristal recognized as being a television star. Marta left with him without even saying good-bye. Cristal felt weak all over. She couldn't handle the attitudes these people had towards sex.
To her, fucking was something special. She had been trapped in a routine that bored her to death. Winning the lottery had freed her of her tedious job and allowed her to get out in the world and explore. She never figured she would find a jaded bunch like this.
Her entire body began to tremble. The woman couldn't tell if it was from rage or frustration. She had been used by Bob and Marta. Sure, she had enjoyed fucking and sucking with them more than she had enjoyed sex in a long, long time. But it was subtly different. They used her as a novelty item, nothing more.
She felt an arm go around her trembling shoulders. She turned and saw Lance standing there, a sympathetic look on his face. "What's wrong, Cris? Cold?"
"Her, cold?" came a voice from the still watching crowd. "You got to be kidding!"
"Fuck off, man. I want to talk with her- alone."
The man silently left and the rest of the audience drifted away to pair off and enjoy their own bodies. Cristal couldn't believe it. These were famous people, exciting people to watch on television and see interviewed and catered to and even lusted after. They seemed to be driven toward one common goal: getting into each other's pants.
There had to be more.
"Lance, let's get out of here. This is getting to me. I don't like being put up on display like the new animal in the zoo. I can almost feel the iron bars going up. These people seemed so free and easy when I got here, but they don't live that way. There's no difference between coming to a party like this or going to a singles bar."
She shivered again. Lance pulled her closer, his hand going under her chin to lift her lips to his. He kissed her. At first she didn't respond. With growing passion in his kiss, he made her come alive to him. She returned the kiss with the same fervor it was given. Before she knew what was happening, she was clinging to his strong body for support. She felt adrift in a strange sea of people. She needed him to guide her through the turbulence of the storm raging inside her.
She was confused and didn't know what to do. Cristal wanted to leave this bizarre party behind and be alone. She needed the time to think. But her guts churned and began to ache from the hollow feeling. She knew that hunger well. It had assailed her on the long hours at the library. She was getting hornier than hell for a man's prick.
"Lance, could we...?"
"Sure, baby, anything you want. Just hunt around until you find something you like." He pressed harder against her. She felt his throbbing prick against her thigh. She smiled a little bit and kissed him.
"You always know what's right, don't you?"
"When it's you we're talking about, you bet! Now come on and let's find a nice secluded spot. If we can!"
They wandered through the party. Cristal's tits rose and fell more heavily as she saw some of the goings on. People were openly sucking on cocks, man or woman it didn't seem to matter. She felt vaguely repelled by the idea of a man sucking another man's cock, but she quickly left that scene behind. She saw three men working on one woman and felt a pang of envy. That would be kinkier than anything she had ever tried! The woman almost mentioned it to Lance when he steered her into a small room.
"Not much, but enough for what we want to do, isn't it?"
"Yes, Lance. As long as there's room for us to stretch out!" She hungrily kissed his lips. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and sought out his oral digit. She stroked and caressed that rough, pink tongue with hers until they were both panting eagerly. She outlined each and every one of his teeth using just the tip of her tongue, then raced along inside his lips.
He shoved her away using only the tip of his tongue. She retreated and enticed his tongue into her dank oral cavern. As soon as his tongue passed through her lips, she clamped down firmly. Sucking hard at his tongue, she began teasing it with her own. Her teeth provided the hard contrast needed to make him begin to hop from one foot to the other in anticipation.
Her hands ran down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning as they went. When she came to his belt, she fumbled a little, but not much. She quickly sought out his prick, nice and steely hard. Stroking over its turgid length, she found herself getting hotter just thinking of what it would feel like having it inside her fucking like crazy.
Bob had had a huge prick and he'd used it well, but Lance's thrilled her in a way that words couldn't describe. He was so masterful and commanding. She needed it in her twat!
She released his tongue and whispered hotly into his ear, "Take me, Lance. Take me with that manly lance of yours. Fuck me now!"
"That I will, darling Cristal," he said. His own hands worked her skirt up into a roll around her waist. Just a week before, she would have been horrified at the idea of wrinkling such an expensive gown. No longer. The cost was minuscule compared to the enjoyment she would get from having his prick successfully find her tight, seething hot blast furnace of a cunt.
She tried to pull him down to the floor. The thick carpet would be scratchy on her naked ass, but she didn't care. All that mattered to the lust-driven woman now was getting that prick into her cunt so the fucking could begin.
He held her upright. She looked into his eyes, her blue ones flashing the question. Why resist? We both know what we want!
He answered her simply. "Let's fuck standing up. I like the different angle of entry this way. And it makes your orgasm feel terrific!"
"It's always terrific," she muttered, her lips closing on the man's ear. Licking, she ran her tongue entirely around his ear, then plunged into the tight channel to show him what she wanted done elsewhere.
"Ummm, that's nice. Tell me how you like this!"
He moved so that his prick jutted directly up under her legs. He straightened, his prick taking off like a rocket from Cape Canaveral She felt the blunted head of his nosecone touch her trembling cunt lips. She sobbed loudly, the strength flowing from her body. Hanging onto the man for support, she could only nod her approval How she wanted that cock in her!
The man knew what was going through her mind, what her body felt, how he could improve things for both of them. He twisted and turned from side to side and corkscrewed his prick all the way up into her cunt. Inch by slow inch, he penetrated her puffy cunt lips. She felt his quivering stalk pressing hotly into her pussy walls. She expanded to take the thickness. And then she was screaming and crying out loud.
"Fuck meeeee! Give it all to meeeee! Ride me, ride me haaaaaaaard!"
She clawed at his back. The feel of his prick resting inside her tight fuck tunnel drove her wild. She needed the heat from the fucking to warm her innards. Her belly heaved in and out as she struggled to get him to obey. Perversely, he simply remained stationary, his prick bucking slightly against her velvety, tight pussy walls.
"Not yet," he said. "When the time is right, then I'll really sock it to you."
"It's right now. Give it to me. Please, oh, please, Lance! Don't torture me like this!"
"Torture?" he laughed. "It's not torture for me. God, how I love to soak up the heat and dampness from an aroused cunt. Your juices are seeping into my fuck stick. Think the heat might melt me down to a puddle of molten prick?"
"Yes, no, oh, shit! I don't care. Fuck me. Do it now. I'm dying for your prick."
Her body told him that she wasn't lying. She shook as if she had been caught in a mighty earthquake. He began rotating his hips to move the prick around in the tightness of her pussy. It was like a spoon being shoved around in a mixing bowl. Soon, they were both clinging passionately to one another for support.
"Shit," he moaned out. "It's never been like this before. Your cunt's trying to mash my cock flatter than a doormat. How do you do it?"
The woman couldn't answer. She was caught in the throes of an intense orgasm. She didn't moan out as she usually did. The jet-haired girl simply stood and shook all over, the blood rushing to her tits and upper chest making her feel hot. When the ice and iron grip of orgasm left her, she clung weakly to Lance's body.
"God, Lance, fuck me. Make it even better next time. Lord, how I get off on that prick of yours!"
She tried to figure out why the man turned her on so much. There wasn't any real answer to the question. He was handsome and young and successful as a lawyer. All that might have attracted her, but it wouldn't necessarily have made her into the weak, mewling kitten starved for fucking that she had become. He was so dominant. She felt secure when she was with him. How she had felt abandoned when he'd left her earlier to go off with that blonde bitch!
Everything was all right now. He was fucking her. He was close and giving her everything he could give.
The thought occurred to her sex-dazed brain that she was being unfaithful to Ben. While he had asked her several times to marry, she had never given him an answer. The sex with Ben had been fun, but it had begun to grow old, usual, same old thing week in and week out. That might be an added incentive with Lance. He was original and showed her new ways of enjoying man's oldest sport.
Ben equaled the rut she had been in. Lance was the door to a new world of exciting people, fun times, things she had only dreamed of doing.
"Fuck harder, Lance. Give me every single inch of that sweet, fucking cock of yours. I can take it. Oh, how my poor little cunny needs it!"
"Little is right," he gasped. "Tight and hot. Feels like a vise all around my pecker."
But the man slowly withdrew until his glands remained just inside the humid lips of her pussy. He slowly reinserted his cock, not wanting to ram into her full power yet. He felt her pussy walls still expanding to take his throbbing erection. Pulling out again, the cool air from the room chilled his silvery, cunt-juice-drenched prick.
He couldn't stand the soft fucking any longer. His need exploded in his balls. He felt his nuts tumbling and lurching in the tiny, hairy bag holding them. He began fucking her with strong, long strokes. Every time he rammed balls deep up into her pussy, he lifted her onto her toes. She struggled to escape. There was no evading his powerful, virile cock.
"You wanted it this way and that's the way you're getting it, baby!"
The lewd squishing noises as he fucked filled the room. This excited the woman almost as much as the touch of his prick against her tender pussy walls. But she heard the door to the room open and a voice called out.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join?"
"Go away," moaned Lance. "She's mine!"
Something snapped inside Cristal's head. She remembered the three on one scene earlier. Three men working over one chick. The idea of another man fucking her while Lance plunged repeatedly into her steamy cunt made her come.
"I... I... aaaaieeeee!" she shrieked. But as soon as her voice came back, she called out to the man in the doorway, "Join us! But hurry! Fuck me up the rear!"
"God, I never thought I'd be a backdoor man this early in the evening. But what the hell? That's a mighty fine ass I'd be fucking."
She never saw the man's face, but she felt his long, hard cock poking erotically between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The tip of his prick shot all the way down into that humid canyon until it found there her puckered, tightly held asshole.
The woman began to panic when she felt the thick head of his cock trying to get all the way up her ass. She had never taken a man up her rear before. But the idea of it was so thrilling that she couldn't stop now. She had to experience this unseen man's prick fucking deep and hard up her shit chute.
"Do it, but hurry. Please, before I change my mind."
"Once you feel my pecker up your ass, you won't change your mind," the man assured her. "Hell, you'll beg me to keep fucking until we both die of exhaustion!"
The pain of his prick poking into her puckered anus bothered the girl. The pleasure she got out of Lance fucking her cunt offset the discomfort a little, but she knew it would be even worse when he rammed all the way up her virgin asshole.
She tried to relax. She forced herself to release the death's grip of her anal sphincter enough to allow the man to shove his prick head just into her rectum. The pain lancing into her body almost made her pass out. Grimly, she hung on. The only joy in her world of searing agony came from Lance's prick moving swiftly up and down in her pussy.
"It huuuuurts!" she cried out.
"Put your leg around my waist, Cris darling," Lance commanded. He reached down and lifted her left leg and pulled it around his waist. She sobbed with the impact this had on her body. Her pussy collapsed even more around his fucking prick. She felt every single contour of his cock pressing into her delicate cunt walls. More important, the man behind got a clear shot at her pouting anus.
She cried openly as she felt the pain rocketing all the way up into her bowels. But then he was entirely into her rectum. For a long time she simply hung there, suspended on two men's pricks. Lance's huge dork up her cunt provided the pleasure she had come to expect from fucking. The cock in her asshole pained her. But the pain slowly went away to be replaced by a warm, secure feeling.
She was getting used to the man's prick up her butt. She stirred a little bit now, wiggling her behind and getting a surge Of enjoyment unlike anything she had felt before.
"Go on, fuck my ass," she said. "I can take it!"
"Yeah, great," the back door man said, "but that's not the question. The question is can I? Damn, lady, but you got a tight, hot ass. It feels like a surgeon's glove around my cock-a glove that's been filled with boiling hot lava. Ummm, wow!"
The man may have been complaining, but all the time he was talking he was also moving. She felt the thick manroot slide from her tortured asshole. There came a wet sucking noise which marked his exit from her ass. She felt her spread inner membranes groan and protest as they collapsed back into their normal position. She felt deserted!
But not for long. The man rammed back into her, faster than before now that he knew she could take his entire length. The heat from the rapid fucking made her come totally alive. She had thought getting screwed up the pussy was the ultimate. Now the woman wasn't sure that she had even come close to experiencing the ultimate in human pleasure.
The butt fucking warmed her in strange ways that other forms of sex couldn't approach. She wondered how much of it was purely mental attitude. She had seen the other men working over a single woman and thought it would be super to try. She wanted this man fucking her up the ass. She had wanted it even though she was perfectly content with Lance's prick reaming out her pussy.
The idea that two men wanted her-and were taking her with their pricks-at the same time thrilled her to the core of her being. She shivered and began ramming her ass backwards to take even more of his prick into her needy asshole.
"Watch it, will you?" the man cried out. "You're gonna break me off inside your shit chute. I don't want to be sporting a three incher after this."
She laughed. She was enjoying this more and more. The woman found she was able to get her body to relax, to go with all the wondrous things these two men were doing to her.
Both of them were fucking into her at the same time. At first, she thought this would rip her to bloody shreds inside. Then her inner membrane began to expand. She loved the sensation of having two virile pricks buried balls deep in her cunt and ass at the same time. Nothing she had ever done before matched this sensation.
Cristal had wanted to break out of her rut. This was doing it with real style. Two men and at the same time! What was it like with three? She didn't know, but she vowed to find out-as soon as these two men had exhausted themselves.
She felt homier than ever before. She knew she could fuck all night long and still demand more prick in the morning. She was transformed into a sex-starved bitch who couldn't get enough.
"Fuck faster! Both of you, I need you fucking faster, faster, fasteeeeer!"
Their thrusts into her body lifted her entirely off her toes. She hung suspended on the two men's pricks. She knew this should rip their cocks out by the roots, but it didn't. If anything, it made them even more responsive to her needs. They fucked harder and deeper than ever before.
"Goddamn, man, I can feel your prick running up against mine-through her guts!" cried the man behind her. "I never figured I'd groove on another guy's dick, but this is kinky! I mean kinky!"
"Know what you mean," grunted Lance. "This is one chick who's too much for one guy. Glad you could join us!"
Cristal wanted to say something to these willing studs. She wanted to thank them for being so good to her. But the words jumbled up in her throat and only incoherent squeaks came out. She was too lost in the wonderland of sensations in her body to try to speak. Simply enjoying the feel of those two hard fucking cocks was enough for her.
She felt the sexual tensions mounting when the man behind her took one of her gently curved ass cheeks in each hand. He pulled hard at the soft globes of flesh, trying to rip them from her body. She groaned loudly as the pain lanced down into her body. Then the pain vanished to be replaced by something more subtle. She found herself getting hotter and hotter because of the way he manhandled her ass cheeks. Those buttocks were being tossed and shoved in new and excitingly different directions by strong fingers. Her ass actually tightened around the man's prick.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, it feels like a hangman's noose around my cock. Don't cut me off with that asshole, baby. I'm gonna need it later."
She tensed and relaxed her muscles. She felt the effect immediately on both men's pricks. They tumbled and lurched and throbbed with increasing need inside her. The cock up her pussy actually swelled up even more than it had been, sure sign that Lance was going to get his rocks off soon. The man fucking her ass increased his tempo until her entire butt was a searing mass of white-hot joy.
"Unnnnghhhh!" she screamed, coming hard. Her entire body shook like a leaf in a high wind. She could no longer control what she was doing to the men and their massive pricks.
Lance spewed out his creamy load just seconds before the man behind her gave her the sexiest enema of her life. Both pricks fountained out white-hot jism until she felt her muscles melting. She couldn't stand when their cocks limply fell from her asshole and pussy.
She looked up at Lance, then turned and tried to identify the man who had been the first up her ass. The man had already left.
"Who was...?" she began.
Lance cut her off. "What difference does it make? He was good, wasn't he? Just relax and get ready. Maybe I can get it back and we can have at it again."
"Let me help," she offered, her lips kissing his cunt juice drenched flaccid prick. She felt immediate tremors and proceeded to give the best blow job of her young life.
CHAPTER SIX
"I think that's about all the people you should meet," said Lance, his hand in the middle of Cristal's back guiding her toward the door. "We have to put in an appearance and nothing more at some of these bashes."
"Appearance and nothing else?" Cristal said, a little stunned. "I made it with a famous author and his wife and then we fucked and another guy joined us and you two made a sandwich out of me... "
"And a damn sexy sandwich it was," interrupted Lance.
"... and you say we just put in an appearance? Wow!"
The young woman could hardly understand the way these jet set types thought. Money meant nothing to them. This party had to cost a young fortune and yet everyone seemed unconcerned about that. If any of her friends-her old friends-had been at a place like this, they would have gone around pricing every single item in the room, then talked about the price of the caviar and pate. It was truly a different world for her. She felt a tremor of excitement just being this close to it.
"Sure, that's all it was. But let's split. It's getting boring here. Let's go somewhere different."
"Okay," said Cristal, thinking Lance meant some nice little cafe. He had shown her some of the famous restaurants in town, but she still preferred the tinier ones for atmosphere.
"Like Switzerland."
"Switzerland?" asked Cristal, trying to figure out where this was. "I don't think I know the place."
Lance laughed at her naive comment. "Sure you do. It's that place just south of Germany and north of Italy. Great skiing right now. We can get a Lufthansa flight out at midnight and... "
"You mean just fly to Europe like that?" She snapped her fingers to show what she thought of the suddenness.
"Sure. Let's go."
"Wait, I've got to pack and... "
"And nothing. We just go. Why worry. I have an account in Switzerland. And so do you now. You're rich. You have money all over the place. Spend it. Live a little. It takes a hell of a lot of spending to go through a million bucks."
Head reeling, she knew he was right. She was rich. She could do these wild and crazy things on the spur of a moment. Why not fly to Switzerland? If that was what all the others did, she could do it too! After all, they weren't called the jet set for nothing.
"Wait, Lance. Let me call Ben. I... I want to ask him along."
Lance's face froze into a noncommittal mask. He only nodded assent to the woman. She hastily went off to find the telephone. Her entire body seemed to be more alive now than ever before. Her blood raced at the idea of going to Switzerland. She had applied for a passport years and years ago, hoping to save up enough money to go to Europe, but other things always came up. Like paying the rent when it was increased or buying food, after the prices skyrocketed. Cristal wanted to share her moment of triumph with Ben. He would love it so on the Continent!
She placed the call, not even worrying that it was long distance and got Ben out of bed. She talked for almost a minute before he interrupted, his voice losing the muzziness of sleep.
"You want me to go with you to Europe? At this time of the morning?"
"Sure, Ben, why not? Lance and I figured it would be a nice little jaunt."
"Lance and you, huh? That shyster lawyer is going to do you out of every nickel you have, wait and see. I don't think you should be hanging around with him. Especially not going to Europe. People will start to talk."
"Well, fuck the people!" she raged. "What do I care about that? Do you want to come with us or not?"
"No."
She slammed the phone down, angrier at herself than at Ben. Her having expected him to easily adopt the high-flown ways of the jet set overnight was all wrong. It would take him a lot longer to see what being rich meant. Besides, she was the one who was rich, not Ben. He was a remnant of her old life, the dull life, the life where nothing wonderful ever happened.
Then why did she feel like warmed over shit?
She didn't have an answer for that. She grabbed a bottle of champagne from a passing waiter and ran to where Lance stood sullenly. Bubbling over she said, "Let's go. Ben's not coming."
This brightened Lance's visage and he told her, "Better drink up. Unless you want to drag that heavy bottle around with you to the airport."
"Why not?" She upended the bottle and began drinking. The sparkling liquor went down her throat and bubbled madly in her stomach. She felt a little queasy until she drank some more. The distance all the way down to the street level simply didn't exist for her as she got drunker and drunker on the wine.
In the taxi cab, she began fumbling out Lance's prick. This was something she would never have thought of doing before. He tried to hold her hands back as he whispered, "The cabbie's watching. Don't, Cris darling. Wait till we're in Switzerland."
"Fuck Swizzerland," she slurred. "I want some hard cock-now!"
She got his prick out and began stroking along it until he responded to her. She glanced at the cabbie, who smiled broadly. It wasn't all that common for a couple in the backseat to really get it on. He enjoyed a live sex show-for free-as much as the next guy. He wasn't going to complain.
Cristal went down on Lance's prick, taking the thick stalk into her mouth with some gusto. She was still sloshing champagne on the erection and sucking it off when the taxi came into the airport. But that didn't matter to her. In the old days, she would have been horrified at the idea of the cabbie letting the meter run for even another second. Now it didn't matter. She was rich.
Rich and horny. She sucked the entire length of the man's prick. She used her tongue to stroke along the underside and tease the folds of flesh into firmness. Her mouth clamped firmly on the glands, the thick knobby end of his prick pulsing hard and hot against her tongue. She teased the piss-slit a little until she tasted the bitter drop of pre-seminal fluid. Her agile tongue scooped it up and smeared it all over her taste buds.
Another long drink of the champagne emptied the bottle; she had finished it all by herself. She sucked harder on the man's cock and felt it throb and pulse with need. Her tongue pressed into the end just as the first steamy hot burst of jism erupted. She sucked and sucked and sucked until she milked his balls of every drop of that precious fluid.
Laughing, licking her come-drenched lips, she staggered out of the cab and tossed the cabbie a hundred dollar bill, saying, "Keep the change!"
"Thanks, lady. And thanks for the show. I'd've had to pay a good fifty bucks just for that!"
The cab roared off into the night and Cristal supported herself on Lance's broad shoulder. She said, "Tuck your prick in, man, people are staring!" She laughed drunkenly, part of her enjoying this tremendously while another part of her sobbed bitterly at her public self-humiliation.
* * *
"God, is there nothing down there but water?" she complained. She pressed her nose against the cold window in the plane. A myriad square miles of grey-green ocean coldly stretched as far as she could see. The trip should have been interesting for her. The excitement should have kept her alive, but it didn't. There was nothing but stark boredom in flying for nine solid hours and what was worse, only four had gone by and she'd sobered up.
"Nope," said Lance, pulling a blanket around his body. "Now shut up for a while and go to sleep." He took his own advice and was soon snoring softly. She looked at the lawyer in disgust. The least he could do was stay awake and keep her company. She squirmed uneasily on the hard seat, wishing one of the supersonic Concords had been going in their direction. Two hours instead of nine was much nicer. They would have been in Europe two hours ago and she wouldn't have to try and ease the aching feeling in her butt.
The ass fucking had made her sore and her pussy even hurt a little. She realized she wasn't used to making it more than once or twice a night. And tonight she'd had more tongues and cocks up her twat than she sometimes got in a week.
Sighing, she realized there wasn't any remedy for her horniness. She knew that if she could only get screwed again soon, the aches and pains would all go away. It was just like working out when you had sore muscles to begin with. The aches vanished under more activity. She straightened in her seat and looked around. Almost all the passengers were sleeping. After all, it was the dead of night.
Cristal pushed past Lance, who hardly stirred and went to the galley. Even two of the stewardesses were asleep. She hesitated only a second before she opened the tiny door leading into the cockpit. The very name of the control room turned her on. Maybe she could find some action there. She certainly hoped the pilot wasn't sleeping at the controls.
He wasn't.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped peevishly. "Passengers aren't allowed up here."
"Do I look like a hijacker?"
He eyed her in appreciation, then smiled a little. "Nope, you sure don't. With that dress, you couldn't possibly hide any dangerous weapons."
"But I think I see a deadly weapon-in your pants," the raven-haired temptress said slowly. "Could it be a knife? No, it's longer than that. A sword, perhaps? Or a gun with a nice long barrel?"
The pilot dropped his headphones onto the floor of the cabin. Before he could bend over to retrieve them, Cristal did it for him She was still a little woozy from so much champagne, but she knew what she was doing. She made sure he saw her naked ass under the silky fabric of her dress. There were no panty-lines on her clothing because she wore no panties. Somewhere during the party she had left off the pantyhose and hadn't missed them since. Now she was especially glad she hadn't bothered to put them back on.
Uh, you guys look after the plane for a while," the pilot said to the crewmen. "I've got some passenger relations to attend to."
"Where, Captain?" Cristal whispered hotly. Her eyes were gleaming now and she felt her pussy begin to stir to real life. She could almost feel his long and hot prick surging up into her cunt.
"One of the johns. About the only place possible on a 707. Too bad this isn't a 747. We could find all sorts of spots to get it on." He pushed her out of the cockpit and into the first empty stall. The fit was tight but the woman didn't mind at all. The man asked, "How come you're not wearing panties? Doesn't it get cold?"
"Hell, no," she said. "It gets even hotter! Try it and find out just how hot it's gotten- for you!"
He laughed delightedly, his hands working down the sides of her hips. She pushed her snatch hard against his thigh and began to rub herself up and down. The feelings jolting into her body from this mild form of masturbation helped burn away the alcoholic fog that clouded her mind. For a split second, the woman wasn't sure she should be doing this. After all, the man was a complete stranger. Then his hands worked up under her dress and pressed into the warmth of her pussy.
She forgot all about not even knowing the captain's name. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. Hadn't she wanted to use her money to get out into the world and really live? She was finding out what opportunities existed if she was just bold enough to take them. She had been missing out on so much for so long.
No longer! Now she had discovered her own sexuality, she could explore territories of her own mind and body that had been rusting away. How much time she had wasted with Ben! The mere thought of that man made her angry. She had invited him along on this jaunt and he had refused her. She steamed at that and then vowed to enjoy herself to the utmost to spite him.
"That's where I want this" she said coyly, fondling the pilot's huge cock. The man sported a boner that thrilled her just to touch it. She wondered if all men were hung like stallions or if she had just been lucky in finding the ones who were. Probably the latter. She didn't want to consider what she had been missing if it turned out all men were able to get up eight or nine inches whenever she beckoned.
"You're hot, aren't you?" the pilot asked. His finger slipped along the greasy sex split, parted the puffed up cunt lips and then lunged deep into her cunt.
Cristal's body slammed against the thin partition of the booth. She almost came from the excitement of having the man's finger up her cunt and fucking her with easy strokes.
"Careful," he cautioned. "The walls are so thin you might go through them. Don't bang too hard."
"I won't bang too hard-if you promise to bang the living hell out of my pussy!" She tried to spread her legs in wanton invitation but found that she couldn't, not in the small enclosure. This was almost like trying to fuck in a coffin standing up.
But the woman no longer cared about the surroundings when she got it on. The cock was all that mattered. She pulled the man's bludgeon of cock toward her pussy. Continuing to rub her juicy cunt up and down on his leg was staining his trousers. She didn't care about that. If this made him hasten and get fully into her seething, needy twat, she had achieved her goals.
His hands parted her legs and made her feel a little bowlegged. But then came the hot knife blade of his prick. It cut between the pinkly scalloped lips of her inner labia and buried itself deep in her softly yielding cunt. She shuddered all over at the intrusion. She had been prepared for it, but it was still so nice!
"Fuck me hard," she begged. "I need it. I saw you up in the cabin and knew you were the only man who could pleasure me. So do it to me! Fuck for all you're worth!"
"I always try to deliver. But Jesus, that pussy of yours is tight. I'd have thought you were a virgin but no virgin acts like you do."
To prove to him that she was no virgin, she began tensing and relaxing her cunt muscles. This produced a massaging action the entire length of his hidden prick. He gasped in astonishment at the ripply cunt walls moving so dexterously along his fuck stick.
"Shit, where'd a nice girl like you learn to do a thing like that?"
"What's wrong? Aren't nice girls supposed to have fun? And don't you like it?"
"I love it. It... it's great! Just took me by surprise. Shit, this is fantastic. You're the tightest, hottest, best pussy I've ever found on this flight!"
She realized that he couldn't move very well. He was broad enough in the shoulders that he was almost wedged into the corner of the stall. She would have to supply most of the fucking. She began rising and lowering her snatch around his thick spike of impaling cock. This was almost as much a turn on for the young man as when she had fucked herself on the author's prick at the party.
She was learning all the tricks. She knew that she could have any man she wanted now and give him a full amount of pleasure. The woman began fucking faster, the noisy squishing sounds from her pussy filling the tiny booth. Neither of them noticed. They were too lost in the wonderland of sensations ripping through their bodies.
The woman tried to itemize what she felt. The sounds added to her enjoyment immensely. The liquid squishing noises of cunt and cock going together faster and faster drove her on. The gentle hiss of air rushing past the airplane just inches away from her head gave her a feeling of supreme power. She was in command. She controlled. And she was going to soar like a bird!
"More, oh God, give me moooore!" she cried out.
She humped herself up and down on the man's prick faster now. She let the sexual tensions mount inside her belly. Struggling to breathe, she knew that she was sucking in liquid fire with every ragged gust. Her throat felt coated with sandpaper. And her pussy was blazing hotter and hotter from the friction of the pilot's cock rubbing against her trembling cunt walls.
Tensing and relaxing made her pussy shrink around the man's prick. This caused his hips to jerk spasmodically. In the tight booth, this didn't amount to a whole lot. The girl was able to give herself all the joy she wanted by her own fucking. She drove her snatch down mercilessly around the up jutting pillar of manmeat. She let her cunt lips flutter around his huge manhood. In a way she didn't understand, this increased both their passions almost to the breaking point. She came when he managed to get a hand between them and begin squeezing down hard on her tits.
"Aieeeee!" she moaned out again and again. "Keep your hand on my nipple! I need that. Oh, shit, this is too good. It can't go on forever."
But it seemed to. Her body had taken full control of the fucking away from her brain. She had to do one thing and one thing only: enjoy. Her hips rammed down harder and harder on the man's prick. She felt that thick stalk expanding as she fucked. It wouldn't be much longer before the man blew his wad into her hungry, clutching cunt.
She had to get off again before that happened.
"Cup my titties and squeeze them for all you're worth. Give me all you got!" She shoved her chest forward so that he got the idea. She need not have worried. The pilot's strong hands were already kneading and massaging her boobs as if they were lumps of dough. He tried to reform them but the firm, pliable flesh snapped back into position time and time again.
She felt the sensations ripping through her body meet in her belly. The warmth from her well-fucked pussy burned and spread like wildfire. It was as if molten lead puddled inside her. She felt every single inch of that delicious cock as she fucked herself faster. But this was only part of the delight she experienced.
The man's hands gave her the rest. The way he fondled and manhandled her boobs sent shivers of carnal joy into her chest. This spread, met with the heat of her fucking and then exploded into one fiery blast of stark pleasure.
The man grunted when she came. She furiously pumped her hips up and down to get even more of that sweet, fucking prick into her cunt. She had to have more or she would go out of her mind with unfulfilled desire. And she shoved her tits forward into the circle of his hands for him to give them further attention.
Her nipples throbbed and felt like the safety valves on a pressure cooker. Her tits expanded with the excited blood hammering into them. She was glad that, for once in her life, she hadn't worn a bra. If she had she would be in abject pain now.
But pain was the farthest thing from mind or body. She rode the ecstatic winds of orgasm blowing through her tender body. She soared and relished the ponderous feel of his prick moving slickly in her tight, grasping tunnel of love.
"More, give me more!" she cried out, not caring if she woke up the passengers just inches away through the thin aluminum partition. The woman was totally caught up in the throes of ecstasy. She hunched up and down on the man's prick until she didn't think she could fuck any more. And then she felt a surge of energy give her the power to continue.
This ponderous fucking wasn't to last forever. The pilot, bathed in sweat, grunted and strained to keep his hands fluttering all over her precious, tender boobs. Finally, his will power evaporated and her pussy filled with his fiercely ejaculated come. Spurt after mighty spurt blasted its way into her cunt, whitewashing her velvety pussy walls.
Cristal clung to the pilot for a few seconds, then fell back against the cold wall of the airplane. The pilot smiled and said, "This is going to be a trip to remember for a hell of a long time. What are you doing after we get to Lucerne?"
"Skiing."
"I'll be she-ing. And I'd love to do it with you."
"I'll be around. I wouldn't mind at all-with you." Cristal pushed her way out of the tight enclosure, straightened some of the wrinkles in her dress and then walked back to her seat. She stumbled over Lance, who only muttered, "You come back?"
"I've come, honey and how!"
Cristal felt the warmth in her pussy last for the rest of the trip. It had already been worth her while going to Europe!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oooooh, Lance," sighed Cristal in wonder, "I can't believe I'm really in Switzerland. It's been a dream of mine for so long. This is incredibly romantic!"
The starry-eyed girl looked out over the majestic mountains. They weren't tall but they were steep, very steep. They appeared to be jagged teeth of pure stone driven with cruel force into the otherwise level ground. And the snow! The woman had seen snow in her day, but nothing like the powdery, dry, wonderful white stuff coating the ground. She could even ignore the icy breeze whipping by her lips and chapping them. The wind only put a rosy glow into her cheeks.
She glowed all over at the idea of whisking herself off to Switzerland on the spur of the moment. This had to be the finest time in her life. The woman surveyed the gorgeous scenery outside the hotel room's terrace, a sadness slowly descending on her. If only Ben could have come along. She cursed under her breath.
The stubborn jackass! He had turned her down. He could be here with her and Lance enjoying all this. He enjoyed skiing. Cristal couldn't figure out why he had hung up on her like he had. She shook her head, jet black hair drifting down around her shoulders, now glistening with snow turning to water in her locks.
"You like?" asked Lance, coming up behind her. His gloved hands and clumsy body didn't deter her from pressing backwards into him. She could even feel the man's erection, even through the layers of coat. Somehow, having him close by helped her. She felt nothing but disgust at Ben. At least there was one man in her life that was adventurous.
"What do you want to do?"
"Let's go skiing. Isn't that why we came all the way over here?" His hands shoved her toward the stairs leading down. In a short while, they were sitting in the cold seats of the ski lift, on their way to the top of the snow-covered mountain.
Cristal had a hard time catching her breath. It wasn't from the altitude; she couldn't believe she had been so lucky. The lottery, all that fine money, meeting Lance, now this. It was a fairy tale come to life for her. She looked over at the lawyer and saw a frosty plume of silvered breath shoot out into the air.
She reached over, her hands clumsy from the heavy mittens and began to massage the lump at his crotch. Doing it in the ski lift, the ground fifty feet or more below, thrilled her. She realized she enjoyed the possibility of danger when she got it on. Falling out of the ski lift was part of it. Doing it in public added more zest than she could put into words.
Fucking was always good. She never failed to enjoy it if the man she was with knew even the fundamentals of pleasuring a woman. But to add the extra spice to the fucking required a change of scenery now and then. Ben never wanted to fuck anywhere but the bedroom She was free of that once and for all! She was free!
Her hand pressed down even more insistently into Lance's erection. She felt the hot, hard cock jerk and try to turn cartwheels in the tight stretch pants. She delighted in tormenting him all the way to the top of the lift.
The instant the ski lift turned the corner on its way back down the hill, she was off and skiing. She wanted Lance to chase her-and then catch her.
As she whizzed down the hill, the wind whipping across her face and pulling her hair back in a solid wave of purest black, she felt an exhilaration unlike any she had ever felt before. The scenery took her breath away. The idea that the man skiing so diligently behind her would fuck her when he caught up made her pussy begin to throb and drool in anticipation.
Just as Lance came alongside her, she veered away, going across the mountain. She had seen a stand of trees and a tiny house nestled in the middle. If there were a fireplace in the cabin, it would be an ideal spot for what they both had in mind.
She snow plowed to a stop in front of the door and had her bindings and skis off before Lance had managed to slow down. She laughed at him and dashed into the cabin. A cheery fire already burned. Several used mugs were on the table indicating this was a skiers' rest spot. Cristal warmed her hands, bending over to be nearer to it. She never heard Lance come up behind.
His cold hands on her body made her shriek.
"You fiend!" she cried out. "That's dirty pool!"
"All's fair in love and war. And I don't want to fight today. I want to fuck."
"Good. That makes two of us. A secluded cabin on a lovely mountain covered with snow, a blazing fire, Switzerland... "
"A hot pussy and an even hotter prick," he finished for her, "are all it takes!"
"I agree!" She began stripping off the stretch pants that had kept her so warm down the slope. The cool air in the cabin nipped and bit at her naked flesh. She glanced up and saw that Lance wasn't following her lead. He was still fully clothed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. I just love the way you look half naked. Or completely bare ass naked!"
"Well, this chick's naked ass is turning blue. So why don't you slip something warm into me?" She waggled her butt in his direction to give him the idea. She sighed in joy as the heat from the fire warmed her front. Her snatch glowed with the radiated heat. The woman could even feel the tiny trickle of her cunt oils leaking from her insides to run down her legs.
She cried out in anguish at the cold knob pressing into her puffy cunt lips. She looked down and didn't see Lance's prick trying to get all the way up her tunnel of love. He was poking her with the handle of his ski pole!
"What's going on, mister?" she demanded. "I want something hot up my pussy, not that old thing!"
"You'll love this. All the chicks do," the lawyer said. She began to struggle and immediately found his arms circling her body. She couldn't hope to escape his strong grip.
Kicking did the woman no good either. He lifted her off the ground as he worked the cold aluminum shaft into her hot pussy.
The shivers that went through Cristal's body threatened to shake her apart. Her teeth chattered as the coldness penetrated her pussy and spread through her belly. She tried to pull the ski pole from her needy cunt but the man's hands prevented it. As he dropped her back to the floor, the tip of the ski pole stuck in a crack in the boards.
This drove the handle even deeper up her twat. She screamed in pain now. "It's ripping me apart inside! Don't do this to me! I... I'll bleed to death!"
"Nothing of the sort," he assured her. "Just relax and enjoy. This is supposed to be fun. And soon it'll be even more than fun. It'll be the best goddamn fuck you ever got from a man, bar none!"
"I want your bar, not this thing," she moaned out. She felt her body stretching and struggling to accept the aluminum rod. It really wasn't all that big inside her juicy twat. Her cunt walls were resilient enough to expand and take it. The cold bothered her the most, though. It was freezing her pussy from the inside out.
"And you're going to get your pound of flesh, one inch at a time!"
He spun her around so that the ski pole was between her legs and positioned her ass so that his prick could part the thick slabs of assmeat and plunge down into that humid canyon. She moaned softly as she felt the man's huge prick seeking out her tightly held back door. Sliding deeper into the woman's ass, that prick finally discovered the pinkly puckered little fist of her anus.
"I... I'm too uptight, Lance. Don't fuck me up the butt. Take the pole out and put your cock in instead."
"No." His answer was short, firm and brooked no disobedience. She felt an unfamiliar tingle pass through her body. This time it wasn't from the cold stick rammed all the way up her snatch. This was from his dominant attitude. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.
Cristal contrasted this with the way Ben had been. While he only fucked her in the missionary position, as if this were sort of a religious rite with him, he always asked her what she was feeling and how she was responding. After a while, his solicitude had become a drag. She liked a man to know what it took to make a woman come.
She liked a man who was a man.
There couldn't be any doubt that Lance took what he wanted. He wanted her and he took her. That was obvious. She shuddered hard at the knowledge he was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not. And did the woman want to feel his hard, hot prick driving balls deep into her ass!
"Fuck meeeee!" she begged piteously. At that moment she would have done anything at all to make him screw her. It didn't matter if she took his prick in her mouth or up her pussy or in her tightest passage. All she knew or cared was that she get his prick in her.
"All you have to do is to be real nice," he said.
She felt his cock jerk and dance around in the tight confines between her buttocks. But he didn't even try to stuff himself into her asshole. He simply remained where he was, as if waiting for something. The feeling of his nearness-and the lack of fucking-drove her out of her skull with need.
"Don't stop now. Do it. Give it all to me!"
She was almost desperate. She had to have what he was teasing her with. That prick was going to have to go all the way up her ass so she could feel a little of the pleasure the man was already experiencing. The woman drove her hips backwards in wanton invitation.
"What do you want? Where do you want it? Tell me. I want to hear the words come from your lips."
She swallowed hard. She didn't like using words like this. But the woman realized she was changing. If it took talking dirty to make the man fuck her, she would do it.
"Drive that motherfucking prick of yours all the way up my ass. Give me every single goddamn inch of your cock up my shit chute. There! Are you happy? Will you butt fuck me now?"
"Sure," he laughed.
And he did. The woman felt his prick head poke into the ring of her anus. At first, he didn't gain entry into her tight back door. The anal sphincter refused to allow this huge male invader up her back. But he kept up a steady pressure until she felt the pink fist of muscle begin to relax a little.
The head of his cock slipped into her anus. She struggled hard to keep from tensing up. But this was too much for her. His prick was in her asshole now! She began driving her hips backward to get even more of that precious prick into her superheated interior. The jerking motion hurt her more than she would have thought.
His prick wasn't greased. The dry, clinging flesh of his pecker tore at her delicate anal walls. She cried out in pain but the action she had brought on by herself promised only more agony to come.
"Relax," he told her. His hands stroked up and down the sides of her heaving body. He slipped his hands up under the folds of her thick sweater and cupped her swaying tits firmly. Squeezing rhythmically, he gave her something new and different to think about. Something good.
He rolled the tiny pebbles of her lust-hardened nipples in small circles. His fingers tweaked and pulled at the soft flesh of the snowy white titflesh until she had forgotten all about the sudden move she'd made.
The woman tried to itemize all the feelings inside her now. The cock no longer was a source of irritation to her sensitive innards. Her rectum slowly expanded to take the cock just as her pussy walls had accommodated the hard length of the ski pole. She was even warming up that metal rod with her seething hot pussy.
Experimenting, Cristal tensed up her cunt lips. She found she was able to lift the ski pole up and off the floor. It required a little effort, but she could swing it around. The heavy weight on her inner cunt walls thrilled her. It wasn't the same as a cock inside her fucking hard, but it was enough to promise her that she was going to ultimately enjoy this bizarre fucking.
"God, Cris, I can't handle that. The ski pole's poking through your guts and into my cock."
She felt the man's dick begin to quiver inside her. She tried to give him the same treatment she had already accorded the ski pole. Tensing and relaxing her muscles, she massaged and worked over his hidden length of cock. While he wasn't as far in as the ski pole, he was made of living, feeling prick. Her sexy motions had more effect on him than she would have thought possible.
"Oh, oh sweet Jesus, I can't stand this!" he cried out.
His hands began to squeeze tighter and tighter on her body until they were like steel clamps bruising her flesh. His prick glided in inch after slow inch until she felt his balls wetly slapping into her cunt lips. The hairy little sac pressed against the ski pole already in her cunt hole. The swaying motion caused a tidal wave of desire in her guts.
"Fuck me, Lance. Give it all to me. Your cock! I need it sooooo!"
His grip didn't loosen on her body. He began pulling out of her boiling hot asshole. She tried to stop him. The suction he created in her shit chute was pulling her guts out!
"Gotta fuck. Just gotta," he mumbled over and over. The girl doubted if he understood the words himself. He was too far gone in the throes of his own passion. When only the purpled knob of his glands remained in her tight ring of anus, he plunged back in.
She screamed. The entry was no less brutal than the one she had initiated earlier. The woman pulled the ski pole from her cunt. She couldn't take both the pole and the man's pillar of manhood in her at the same time. Fucking was one thing, but destroying herself while doing it was another.
He seemed to miss the pole. His prick didn't go limp, but she felt a distinct change. On impulse, she rammed the tip of the ski pole back into her twat. The metal was warm now, from having been up her pussy so long. Her own cuntal oils slickened it to the point where it easily went into her pussy a good five inches.
"Oh, ohhh!" the man moaned out. "I can feel it. Through your guts, I can feel it It... it's rubbing against my cock. I can hardly keep myself going!"
"Fuck me, damn you. Don't give out on me now. I need you so much I hurt inside! Fuck meeeeeee!"
She began fucking her own cunt with the ski pole. She didn't try to drive it in more than three or four inches. The distance was enough to send tremors of desire jolting throughout her body. And she stroked across the most sensitive portion of the man's prick.
Her asshole burned from the man's unlubricated fucking. She vowed never again to do it this way-but she wasn't going to stop him now. Not when she was beginning to really enjoy this butt fucking!
"My balls!" he cried out. "They're collapsing. Can't hang in here too much longer. Gonna explode like a stick of dynamite!"
"Keep fucking," she urged. Her own desires were running away with her now. She heard the obscene squishing noise every time she rammed the handle of the ski pole into her snatch. She could see the pink lips lewdly kissing the end of it, those delightful labia outlined by her own black pussy fur. The sight and the feeling were enough to get her off.
But the prick sailing balls deep into her asshole really sent her soaring. She shrieked and started ramming her ass back to meet the incoming prick. The orgasm rushed across her consciousness until she trembled like a leaf in a high wind. She felt the hot flush of excited blood rushing to her head. Her tits swayed huge and heavy, the jugs almost totally filled with her excited blood.
"More, give me lots more!" she bellowed. She could hardly stand now. Her legs had gone weak and rubbery from the effect of his prick on her butt. She dropped the ski pole from lifeless fingers and she shoved hard with her rear to get more of that precious, fucking prick into her guts.
She got all she could handle. Sobbing, tears streaking down her cheeks, the woman received the ass fucking of her life. The pain blended with the pleasure until she was red hot all over. The man's cock tried to do gymnastic tumbling in her tight, clinging rectum She could feel every single pulsation, every twitch, every ponderous shiver.
She realized they fit together perfectly. Hands on her knees, her ass curved in smoothly to the man's crotch. His prick fitted nicely into her grasping, sucking asshole. And the fucking went faster and faster until she was positive a freight train had rammed into her body.
The hot flood of his jism helped to relieve some of the friction. His come smeared all over his own prick and lubricated the way. She got off again from the fucking before his cock went limp inside her. It flowed out of her bowels with the man's own creamy sperm and semen.
For a long time, she couldn't believe it was over. It hadn't really gotten her off to the point where she was totally satisfied. She wanted more.
The old Cristal Lawrence would have shut up and said nothing. That was the way it was done with Ben. If she was still horny, it didn't matter. But times change. And she changed with them. She knew what she wanted from life and it wasn't this awful, unsated feeling gnawing away at her guts.
"You didn't fuck me long enough," she declared. "I want more!"
"Not out of this little friend, you won't," said Lance, looking down at his depleted prick. He bounced the limp organ up and down. A tiny white drop of jism shot off into the fire, hissing into extinction.
"I don't care what you use. Eat me out. Get another erection. Do something and do it now!"
She felt both anger and lust The feelings in her body demanded to be satisfied and she wouldn't accept anything less. She was rich. She could afford to be bossy.
"Okay, lady, you asked for it."
She felt the lawyer's strong arms pick her up and deposit her on the rough skinned rug in front of the fire. The blazing flames danced and quivered almost as much as she did inside. For a moment she simply lay there staring into the fire.
Then came the long, cold ski pole into her cunt again. Sagging back, holding herself up only with her elbows, she felt Lance begin to really fuck her pussy with the aluminum rod. Slowly at first, as if exploring virgin territory, then with more boldness came the pole. She felt the friction between the handle and her pussy walls building. Her entire body began to react strongly to this odd form of masturbation.
And masturbation it was. She sobbed and bit at her lower lip. This wasn't anything she couldn't do for herself. And yet there was another element in it that she didn't understand. Maybe she should think of this as being fucked with a hard, strange French tickler. The way it stirred around inside her thrilled her and scared her at the same time She didn't want to be torn apart. Yet the feelings mounting were indescribably delicious and sensual.
She came. She came again and again and again while Lance wielded the ski pole. And when he pulled the sopping pole from her pussy, he went down on her. His tongue inflamed her cunt even more. His sucking and licking at her clit set her off repeatedly. Just as she began to think that there was no more sensation in her body, he would trigger a new wave of ponderous climax.
As the fire in the fireplace burned lower and lower, she watched Lance's cock rise higher and higher. By the time he fucked her on the rug, she was ready for him.
The entire balling was a tumble of conflicting sensations for the woman. His cock felt so different from the ski pole that the contrast alone made her come. Switzerland, the romantic little cabin, the fire, the entire scene contributed.
But Lance never heard her low moans of "Ben, Ben!" as she came for the last time. He was too lost in the cataclysmic release of his own come.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Let's do it again," murmured Cristal, snuggling up closer to Lance. The man pushed her away. Startled, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm just getting bored with Switzerland. All these people jabbering in a language I can't understand. Let's get the next jet over the pole."
"To where?"
"What difference does it make? I just want to get back to the States. We can decide what to do depending on where we end up."
Cristal felt a twinge of unease at this. She still wasn't used to the free and easy life of the jet set. To be able to commute back and forth from the U. S. to Europe was a brand new experience for her. But the thing that got to her the most was Lance's ability to simply take time off from his job with the law firm.
"Don't you have to check in with your company now and then?" she asked. "I wouldn't want you losing your job because of me."
"I couldn't lose it for a more beautiful reason. But not to worry, pretty thing. The bosses know what I'm doing. This is what I'm paid for-to look after your assets. And this asset is the loveliest of all." His hand cupped one of her buttocks and squeezed lovingly. She felt the now familiar thrill pass through her body.
Rolling over onto her stomach, she said, "Go on, fuck me again. I feel the need building up inside me. God, it's like having a dam inside and the pressure of the water builds till I can't take it any ore. Go on, Lance, shove that battering ram of yours against my dam walls."
"As much as I would like to test the waters with my probe, I'm still anxious to get the hell out of here." He bent down and kissed her naked ass and then gave her a stinging swat on the creamy flesh with the palm of his hands. "Now pack. We're leaving for Los Angeles. It occurs to me that there are some men there you would love to meet."
Cristal sighed. She realized there was no chance in hell she could argue Lance out of this. She would just have to go along and see what he was up to. The idea that she had a guide through the tangled maze of the jet set still hadn't worn off. It was as novel as it was exciting for her. Meeting new people was a bit traumatic for her, especially when they turned out to be famous movie stars and internationally known people. She had even met royalty at one party!
The raven-haired woman realized she had done a lot in a short time. She still felt a little giddy at the pace. It hadn't even been a week ago that she had been in bed with Ben when the phone call came telling her she had won a cool million dollars.
Her mind briefly touched on Ben. Ben! She couldn't get him out of her mind. Why was he acting so strangely? She had wanted him to come along with her and Lance to Europe and he had been downright rude to her. Calling long distance from the small chateau she had rented did no good either. Ben had listened to her pleas to come join them, then silently hung up on her. And that call had cost a young fortune, too!
How different it was with Lance. He always seemed to be there at her side. He never let her get into technical discussions with people at the parties they attended. She silently thanked him for that. Talking about that money she had would quickly show the rest of the jet set that she had no idea at all how to manage it. Thank heavens for Lance! He would look after her best interests. Better than Ben, even though Ben worked with money all day long.
Cristal heaved a deep sigh. "Why was she always thinking about Ben at times like this? She should be enjoying herself to the hilt. There was no reason now why she couldn't. She had the money and the money freed her from having to work.
Free!
The flight over the pole was as boring for the young woman as the trip to Europe over the Atlantic. Nothing but white extended as far as the eye could see. And this time there wasn't a horny and willing pilot for her to help pass the time. Mostly, Cristal catnapped until the plane touched down at Los Angeles International Airport.
Lance rushed her from the airport into a taxi, giving clipped orders to the cabbie. He leaned back and smiled broadly. "You're going to like these guys, Cris. I promise it."
"I'm hungry," she said. "And I'm hungry for more than food." The woman could hardly understand the change in her. She had been normally sexed before winning the lottery. Once or twice was more than enough to satisfy her usually. But now that she was rich, she found herself insatiable. She couldn't get enough cock.
"And these guys in the Car Club are willing to feed your hungry little friend," Lance said, patting her on the crotch. She felt a tiny river of her fuck fluids begin to flow. How badly she wanted to ball right here and in plain sight of everyone. After all, she had sucked off Lance in a cab on the way to Europe. As she started to lift her skirt and get her panties down, his hand restrained her.
"Not yet. Save it, hot pants. You're gonna get more than you ever bargained for."
"Out of some old fogies who belong to a auto club. Big deal. I want your big deal where it'll do us both the most good." She pressed the palm of her hand into the growing bulge in Lance's pants. He squirmed uncomfortably and gripped her slender wrist with strength she couldn't hone to overcome.
"Not here, not now. They've got weird laws out here in California. You can jolly well do anything you want in public, but it had better be part of a religion if you do. Public fornication is frowned upon, even by cult members."
"Does that mean fucking in public?"
"Hell, yes. And just hang on, we're almost there. See that house on the hill? That's where we're going."
The sight of the "house" stunned Cristal. It wasn't a house. It was bigger than any mansion she had ever seen. It was even larger than a lot of museums. Whoever lived here lived extraordinarily well. The taxi pulled up to the carved oak front doors. Cristal was too stunned to pay the taxi driver. Lance had to fumble in her purse for the money.
She drank in the beauty of the house-and it's obvious wealth. She wondered if the man owning it was one of those Hollywood movie moguls she read about in the movie magazines. If so, he actually lived like she had imagined. This was splendor beyond her dreams. This house alone would cost a dozen times more than she'd won in the lottery. Such wealth still affected her greatly.
"Come on in, Cris darling. You'll definitely want to meet the Car Club. I think Luther's already got them here."
"Cars?" she said in a dazed voice. "I don't see any cars. Are they around back?"
"Maybe. I suspect a lot of them sent their chauffeurs away after arriving. They expect to stay here for some time. But you'll see. Come along now."
He almost pulled her into the massive house. She stood in awe of the sumptuous furnishings, the original artwork on the walls, the ornate carvings and decorations. The man who owned the house-it must have been the Luther that Lance had mentioned-hardly fit her image of what type man would live here. He wasn't the least bit dominating in appearance. If anything, he was retiring and on the quiet side. Yet Cristal could feel the man's self confidence coming through as she shook hands with him.
"A lovely addition to the Car Club," he said. "Come and meet some of the other members."
Cristal didn't know what was going on. The men she met were all older men, some with iron grey hair giving them distinguished appearances, but she couldn't figure out what sort of a game they played. Huge piles of money, mostly in hundred dollar bills, stacked a foot high on the table. They seemed to be auctioning something off.
When the transaction came to its mysterious end, Luther said, "Go find a room upstairs you like, my dear."
She glanced at Lance but the lawyer's face was totally noncommittal. Shrugging it off, Cristal went up the broad staircase and began searching through the upstairs rooms. And each bedroom offered something different in the way of decor. The first gave her the creeps. It was decorated in early American torture chamber. Whips and chains hung from the walls. A set of stocks dominated the center of the room. She quickly passed it by and looked into the next room. This was more to her liking. A four-poster bed filled much of the room. She just had to see if the bed was as comfortable as it looked.
It was.
And the filmy negligee on the bed seemed made to order for her. On impulse, Cristal stripped off her travelling clothes and slipped into the sensuous black, filmy nightie. It caressed her skin and made her feel sinful and ever so sexy. She rubbed across her jet-black furred pussy mound and moaned softly.
Lying back on the bed, she got a good look overhead. Mirrors. She could see how her finger poked between the blood-engorged lips of her pussy and vanished into her heated depths. It was so kinky that she had to laugh out loud.
"You like the mirror, my dear?" came the quiet question. Startled, Cristal looked out of the enclosure formed by the bed's posts. Standing there, dad only in a wrist watch, was Luther.
"What are you doing here?"
"This is my room, my dear. And isn't it obvious what I want?" He looked down at his crotch. His pride twisted and grew visibly. In less than a heartbeat, it seemed that his prick was stiffened and fully ready for what Cristal wanted most.
She didn't know about this. She knew nothing about Luther or his mysterious Car Club. But she did know that she loved the feel of this sexy nightie against her skin and that it turned her on. She felt homier now than she had on the plane. Holding out her arms to the man, she said, "It gets mighty lonely in here. Why not join me?"
He did. Kissing her hand, he worked up her arm until he came to her neck. She sighed and limply collapsed into the softness of the bed. Her eyes open, she could see every movement on the bed. The man's head bobbed up and down as he began nibbling at her ear. The hot breath sensitized already delicate flesh. When he began ramming his tongue cock-hard into the tight passage of her ear, she felt tingly all over.
"Ummm, give me more than that," she urged. "I want more!"
She got it. The man's heavy body rolled over and he began to give her all the mouth love she could possibly desire. He licked and caressed with the tip of his tongue down to her ample tits. He circled the base of one of those mountainous jugs, then slowly spiraled up to the crest. She was able to watch his head moving in the mirror above. The idea of seeing like this as well as feeling his eager tongue gobbling up her tit sent shivers of carnal desire racing along her spine.
Breathing more heavily, she thrust her chest upward trying to get him to take more of her boob into his mouth. The man seemed content to move at his own pace. His teeth lightly nipped at her erect nubbin of nipple. She moaned softly, then laced her fingers through his dark hair. Pulling his head insistently lower, she muttered, "Tongue fuck me. Give me your tongue where well both enjoy it the most."
He didn't move as fast as the woman would have liked. His tongue slithered down the slopes of her creamy tit and then dived into the deep depression of her navel. Rolling around inside the cavity for a moment, the man seemed to be gathering steam to go lower. When he did, Cristal's entire body convulsed in one huge orgasm.
The suddenness of her come surprised her. She had felt the delightful tensions mounting in her belly, but she hadn't realized she was so close to the brink. Seeing the man moving down on her helped get her off faster than normal That and the fact she was so uptight and horny. It had been a long time since a man had eaten her pussy or fucked her- why, it had been almost twenty-four hours!
Lewd slurping noises came from the direction of her snatch. The man's tongue parted her delicately scalloped inner cunt lips and dove down into the syrupy quagmire of her pussy. Sucking up her fuck fluids, he used his tongue in the best way possible.
She felt his tongue sliding along the edges of her cunt lips, then plunging deep into her cunt hole. His oral digit worked like a berserk tornado on her soft inner reaches. Her pussy walls trembled at his touch. The roughness of his tongue promised more to come, more delights, more hardness in the form of a prick.
Blinking her eyes, the woman was almost able to see the man's tongue shoot repeatedly into her snatch. The view in the overhead mirror turned her on more than she would have thought possible. She was stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wantonly wide. The thin black nightie hid nothing on her body. She could see the pulsating dark spots that were her nipples, as well as experience them. The sight of the man's head buried between her tender thighs turned her on the most. She could see and feel at the same time.
But she wanted more. She had to have cock, not a tongue, all the way up her seething hot fuck tunnel.
"Give it to me and I don't mean your tongue. I need more in me. Give me your prick. Fuck me hard, fuck me goooood!"
Still the man did not hurry to meet her needs. His tongue dragged slowly along her labia, along her trembling inner thigh to her hip and then up the side of her body. The trip was agonizingly slow for her. But then she realized the man was fully on top of her and between her legs. Feeling the insistent thrust of his prick, she gratefully spread her slender legs even farther apart.
She almost laughed in joy. "Fuck me, fuck me hard! Yes, yes, that's what I want. Give it all to meeeeeee!"
He lunged and speared her directly in the pussy. His prick parted her puffy pussy lips and drove mercilessly into her humid, clutching depths. Hunching up to meet his incoming prick, the woman felt her belly filled with his throbbingly virile cock.
She looked past his shoulder at the mirror overhead. She could see his hairy ass pumping slowly to get his prick all the way up into the proper slot. The sight of his body pressing down into hers gave her the stimulus she needed to get off. She came-hard.
She managed to keep her blue eyes open while she was coming. While the image in the mirror seemed to flutter, she could see how she was responding. Her entire body shivered and shook like a leaf in a high wind. She trembled and quivered enough to make the entire bed rock from side to side. And it wasn't from the man's fucking, either. It was all her response to actually getting his prick sunk into her yielding flesh.
"More," she begged. "Ride me, ride me hard. I need it sooooo!"
He began pumping in and out of her tightly clinging pussy. She sobbed openly now. She could see the tears running down her cheeks. The reaction to this man's fucking was doing her in. The woman hardly realized she had been so needful of a man's cock.
She felt every single inch of that prick as it left her clinging interior. Trying to hold onto his fuck stick did her no good. Her body betrayed her with the thick flood of her love juices. He was simply too well greased for her educated cunt muscles to hang on for long.
When only the knobby end of his prick remained inside her pussy lips, he paused. She could see the man's entire body begin to tense up for the trip back into her twat. The knowledge that he was going to come hard and fast made it all the more exciting. She took his hard-driven prick and hunched up to meet him.
Arching her back, she ground her snatch down into the man's crotch. His cock seemed to sink an extra inch or so into her hungry pussy. Her fleecy dark pussy fur mingled with his and then she felt his bush lightly moving across the tip of her clit.
The meek little organ had poked its head out of its protective sheath and begged for attention. Every inward stroke carried his bush across the sensitive tip. The woman moaned loudly and tensed up with another come. The feel of his body moving across her clit sent electric jolts into her cunt.
She felt the man's cock begin to expand and press harder against the walls of her pussy. Her comes had smashed down erotically on his prick and gotten him hotter than she had intended. He fucked faster. The friction mounted and the swollen prick didn't take long to erupt. The hot river of his jism flooded her sucking cunt.
All the while the man's ass pumped hard into her, she watched the ebb and flow of his muscles in the mirror overhead. The sight of him fucking her was as big a turn on as the feel of his prick filling her to overflowing. Never before had the woman realized seeing could be as much fun as participating.
All too soon, his prick began to melt in her inner heat. His cock slid out of her pussy amid a flow of cunt juices and his own come. He straightened and looked down at her. The sexy nightie was torn across one shoulder where his fingers had so passionately gripped at her flesh.
"Find another room," he said. "And see if you won't like it better than this one."
Cristal hardly knew what to say. The man silently got off the bed and left. Surprised, wanting another bout of lovemaking with him, she wandered out into the deserted hallway. She knew what lay in the room to her right; that was the medieval torture chamber. She turned and peered into the room on her left.
She caught her breath in surprise. It was decorated like some sheik's harem. The veils dangling from the walls swayed in time with the sensuous, haunting music emanating from some hidden source. The man sitting in the middle of the mound of pillows was one of Luther's friends, one of the men Cristal had watched putting improbable amounts of money into the pot for their mysterious game.
He clapped his hands twice and ordered, "Dance! Dance for the sultan!"
Startled, she looked around and saw no one. It hit her that she was the one supposed to be dancing. The idea was so preposterous that Cristal decided to do it. And would she give him a show!
Swaying sensually to the beat of the music, she tried to keep her movements as fluid as possible. Her hips seemed to naturally find the right tempo to jump about. It wasn't unlike fucking, she realized. All she had to do was imagine the man screwing her. Closing her eyes, she reenacted any number of fuckings.
Tits bobbing around unfettered, she spun and whirled and thrust her pelvis in and out in rhythm with the music. She began to feel the power in her. Sexual power. It flowed through the room like a river. The faster she danced, the hotter she got Her pussy began to froth and boil at the idea that she was giving this man the sexiest dance ever.
"Slave!" he bellowed. "Here! Attend to your master!"
She saw that his prick had risen magically from the thin folds of the silken pants he wore. His gaze went from her eyes to the very tip of his prick. There could be no mistaking the man's wishes.
And there wasn't the slightest hesitation when Cristal went down on him. She reverently took hold of his balls and cock and pulled the long, quivering stalk into her mouth. The taste of his prick excited her as much as the dancing had.
She sucked. She sucked for all she was worth. And after he had come, she quietly left the room to explore the rest of the mansion. She found a different decor and a different man in each room. The decors varied widely from a Japanese geisha house to a New Orleans whorehouse to a sixteenth century courtier's quarters to a Greek temple where virgins were routinely sacrificed.
Cristal had never spent a more thrilling night than she did going from fantasy to fantasy, cock to cock.
* * *
"We of the Car Club," said Luther the next morning after breakfast in bed with her, "have voted. The consensus is favorable in your case. We sample many young women but not all are up to our high standards. I'm happy to say that you were."
Cristal snuggled down in the softness of the bed, loving the feel of real down against her smooth skin. She didn't much care about the Car Club. All that mattered to her was the fantastic night she had spent. Living out a fantasy can be good; living out the fantasies of others had given her insight into her own motives, her own desires, her own sexuality.
"I liked the New Orleans place best. Dressing up in the black corset and garter belt and net stockings was fun!"
"The Car Club tries to bring out new facets of all our personalities-and to have some fun, too!"
"I certainly did," said Cristal. "But I've got one question. Why do you call your group the Car Club? Do you like to make it in the backseats of cars or something?"
"Heavens, no. Nothing of the sort. Here." He tossed her a key ring with four keys on it.
"What's this for?"
"For your new Mercedes. We of the Car Club vote what vehicle is most suited to our guest for her performance. You get a Mercedes."
Cristal simply sat up in bed, stunned. They had given her an expensive foreign car? She went to the window and looked down into the courtyard. Lance lounged against the fender of a shiny silver Mercedes, the largest car she had ever seen in her life.
"It's mine?"
"All yours."
"Do you give a Mercedes to everyone who... who helps you live out your fantasies?"
"Hardly. Quality counts more than quantity. We found a long time ago that nymphos, for instance, simply aren't up to pleasuring us as we'd like most. No, quality definitely counts. One poor girl, well, let me only say we paid to have her shoe soles redone. Nothing more."
Cristal stared at the lovely car, gleaming in spite of the light filtering down through the LA smog. She could hardly believe it. The people in the jet set really knew how to live!
And she was part of that group now. She couldn't believe her good luck!
CHAPTER NINE
Cristal felt like royalty driving the flashy silver Mercedes up to Ben's apartment. She hadn't told him she was back in town yet. She wanted to really surprise him. And this new car would do the trick nicely.
Ringing the bell at his apartment, she fidgeted and shifted her weight from foot to foot. She felt as if she had been moved backwards in time to her high school prom and waiting for her date to arrive. Cristal heaved a deep breath and took hold of her nerves. Sure, she cared what Ben thought, but she was learning to be more independent. She didn't have to have his approval for every little thing now. She was free-and all because of her luck with the lottery.
Ben opened the door, his eyes bloodshot. She stared at him for a second, wondering if this was the man she had known before. The smell of liquor came out strong on his breath.
"So it's you," he said. "What do you want?"
"Come on out, Ben. I've got something to show you." He silently padded out and stood looking at the car for a moment. His head turned back and forth, as if assessing the price of the auto, then he shrugged.
"You've got the money. Why not?"
"But I didn't pay for it!" she laughed. She felt the rising tide of hysteria in her for some reason. She wanted to show him she could get by just fine without him. "Some friends in LA gave it to me."
"They gave it to you?" The accusation was strong in his voice. She felt she had to justify herself again. This was just like it was in the old days. But Cristal vowed this would be the last time.
"Well, I sort of earned it. You see, the Car Club is a group that lives out their fantasies and... " She launched off on the full tale of how she had come to get the Mercedes. Ben stood impassively listening until she finished. "So I won it, too, I guess you could say!"
"No, I wouldn't say that. A whore gets paid for fucking. What do you think those men did? They paid you for fucking. Sure, the price is a lot higher, but you always were a high class broad But now you're a whore, too."
"What!" she cried, outraged. "How dare you say that!"
"It's the truth. You've just admitted you took the car in return for fucking seven men. And the money they had on the table-where did that go?"
"Why, I don't know. It never occurred to me because... "
"Because the whore in you was too pleased with their little gift. Let me venture a guess, Cristal. I think Lance Crandall got that money. A pimp gets paid. He could hardly claim a headlight off your car. Hell, for a piece of ass like you, he could have had everything back to the passenger compartment."
She tried to slap him, but a strong hand caught her slender wrist and held it contemptuously.
"Don't try it, Cris. You know I'm right. Look at what you're turning into. Christ, the clothes you're wearing aren't even decent!"
She looked down at her expensive playsuit. Confused, she said, "I think it's fine. I paid a lot of money for it."
"Look at the way your tits hang out. You're constantly on display, like a side of beef. Does Lance show you off? Does he have the potential buyers line up and inspect their piece of tail?"
She tried to pull her hand loose from his grip but failed. "Let me go," she snapped. "I don't think I want to stay around here anymore. It seems some of the people in my old neighborhood have gotten jealous from my good luck."
"Not jealous, Cristal, but damned concerned. Look at the people you're hanging around now. Are they real? Most of them can't even remember what their names are. They stay stoned out of their heads on dope all the time. And I'm warning you to watch out for that Lance Crandall. He's a slick one and he's out to get your money. Hell fleece you out of every goddamn cent!"
She managed to twist free of Ben's meaty fist. Stamping her small foot, the dark-haired woman cried out, "Now I know you're green-eyed with enough jealousy for a hundred men. You don't really expect me to believe Lance is a gigolo, do you?"
"Look at the record. What's he do for a living? A lawyer, but one that can travel all over the world on a second's notice? He doesn't own that law firm. He gets most of his money from gullible women-and you're tailor-made for him, mark my words."
Cristal's tits rose and fell heavily as she glared angrily at Ben. The man simply didn't understand. Lance was a good friend, nothing more. And Ben couldn't deal with it. That had to be the reason he was so infuriating today. All she had wanted to do was show him her fancy new car and he had turned it into a morality lecture. That she could do without.
"Good-bye, Ben," she said with finality. "I don't think I want to see you again."
As she stalked off, she heard him call after her, "Just you watch out for that snake, Lance Crandall. He'll do you in for sure!"
The roar of the powerful engine drowned out the rest of the man's words. She felt the surge of acceleration as she floored the accelerator pedal. But even racing along the highway at a hundred and twenty didn't vent her feelings about Ben.
* * *
Cristal screeched to a halt in front of Lance's huge home. She had often been there, but now the house didn't appear the least bit inviting. There was something cold about it, almost menacing. She tried to laugh it off. She shouldn't listen to Ben. He was a silly fool, jealous of her having a good time and running all over the world. Well, she had given him his chance. She had offered to pay for his way to Europe and he had turned her down.
She'd stick with Lance from now on. After all, he understood her. He was one of the jet-set, too.
She didn't bother ringing the bell. She had a key and let herself in. Walking briskly to the back of the house, she found Lance sitting at his huge oak desk, dictating a memo into the tape recorder. Seeing her, he thumbed it off and smiled.
"Good afternoon, my sunshine. Been out for a drive? Your hair's all fluffed out like the wind's been messing around in it."
"What would you say if I told you I'd been balling another man?"
"Ben?"
Cristal shrugged, trying to give the impression that it might just have been Ben that she was fucking. She felt a perverse glee in the sudden cloud that passed over Lance's face. It showed her that he, at least, cared for her. That would show Ben, if he could only see Lance's reaction!
"I'm joking, Lance. Just been driving. Nothing else-and damned, I'm horny from it!"
He smiled again, the lines of a frown vanishing from his clear forehead. He swung around in the chair and said, "Come over and show me how horny my little girl actually is. Are you this horny?" he asked, holding up two fingers about an inch apart. "Or are you this horny?" This time he indicated a distance closer to a foot.
"I'll show you how bad off I am!"
She dropped to her knees in front of his chair, pushed between his legs and before he could say another word, had his fly down. The zipper made a metallic hissing but his prick leaped out silent and ready for action. She looked at the throbbing pillar of manmeat for a second, her lips suddenly dry. She licked around then, then pulled that lovely stalk toward her eager mouth.
"Ummm, God, nobody gives head the way you do, Cris darling," the man moaned as her lips clamped firmly around the purpled knob of his cock. Her tongue raced around the rim of his prick, stimulating him more than he would have thought possible in such a short time.
She sucked hungrily, not able to get enough of the musky male taste from his prick. The woman's tongue slithered down the side of the virile shaft until she found his balls. Her tongue wormed into the thick nest of his pubic hair and pulled out the small sac containing his balls. Pressing her tongue firmly against the wrinkled side of the bag, she felt his nuts lurching and tumbling inside. The thick stew of his jism was reaching the boiling point.
The woman almost came at the knowledge she was doing this to him. Her mouth was pushing the man closer and closer to his own orgasm. While her mouth worked avidly on the man's balls, she allowed one of her hands to creep down and pull up her skirt. She immediately thrust her finger all the way up into her juicy twat.
She had long since taken to either wearing no panties at all or the sexy crotchless kind that she had only dreamed of wearing at one time. Today, she had on frilly lacy panties minus a center section. But that was fine with her. She wouldn't stain any fancy material this way.
Her finger began moving in rhythm with her sucking. As she pulled her face away from the man's balls, she would suck harder. This was the signal to drive her middle finger in as far as she could get it. Wiggling it around until she was ready to burst out crying in passion, she bobbed her head back down onto the man's prick as the finger slid out of her juicy cunt.
"You're really doing a fine job, Cris," the man said. His voice was ragged with lust. She knew it wouldn't be long before the creamy tide of his come erupted into her mouth. She wanted to savor that precious gift. Sucking as long as she could would help her control her runaway passions.
She abandoned the man's balls when she felt the hairy little sphere tighten up even more. Inside, the lead-heavy jism was coming to a boil. The only pressure valve possible for that rising tide of passion was at the end of his long fuck stick. Cristal intended to be there waiting for the salty, tangy come.
Licking and kissing her way along the contoured shaft of his prick, she didn't miss a single square inch of cockflesh. She lightly nipped at some of the loose folds of skin. More and more blood hammered into his cock until there wasn't a single loose flap hanging anywhere. His prick was steely hard with desire now.
She came back to the end of his prick. Her tongue tried to pry its way down into the piss-slit now opening slightly. A tiny bead of pre-come had formed. She winced a little at its bitter taste but knew that the best was yet to come.
Was it ever going to come!
She found her own emotions out of control now. The finger working in and out of her pussy hardly seemed enough now. She added another finger and then another. She pressed hard against the softly yielding walls of her pussy until she was panting harshly in response.
Even this turned the man on more. The woman's gusty exhalations surged through the tangled mat of his bush. The hot air sensitized his already quivery balls and made him realize he was on a hair trigger now. The slightest movement would set him off.
He fought back the tide of his come. He didn't want to come in the woman's face. The binning sensation inched down his prick but he succeeded in controlling himself.
"I... I'm glad you came over when you did, Cris. I wanted to talk some business with you."
"Money business or monkey business?" she asked, her lips hardly leaving the end of his prick.
"B-b-both," he gasped out. "But I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to feel that hot pussy of yours all around my prick when I jet off my load. L-let's go into my sauna and fuck there!"
The woman pulled her sucking mouth away from the man's dancing prick. She thought about it. The itchy, hungry feeling in her cunt wasn't to be denied. Three lousy fingers fucking her cunt simply didn't make it. She had to have more. like the monstrous cock trembling lustfully just inches away from her mouth.
"Okay. Let's go. But, God, Lance, let's be quick about it. I can hardly take much more!"
"You can hardly take much more! Shit," the man moaned, pushing his way to his feet. He led her along the hall until they came to the kitchen. Just off the room, in the back, was his sauna. The hot clouds of steam drifted out as he opened the door.
"Get naked, Lance," she urged, following her own good advice. "I don't want to waste a single second!"
"Nor do I, but I've got a problem getting my shorts off." His prick was too erect to easily get his briefs off. Cristal wasn't going to wait for his prick to deflate, then get hard again. She grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and rapidly ran the blade up the side of the man's leg. She scratched him a little with the knife's tip but neither of them were complaining. She had gotten his underwear off in record time and both of them were gloriously naked now.
He pushed her into the hot, swirling mist of the sauna and slammed the door.
"It's dark in here, dammit. Where are you?" she called out. She instantly discovered where he was when he came up behind her. Somehow, the woman had gotten turned around in the thick fog. Either that or he had moved behind her to stuff his prick directly up between the thick slabs of her now sweaty asscheeks.
She sighed and collapsed backwards against him. The hot gusts of steam wrapped tendrils around her body and tried to stuff into every crack of her body. The heat relaxed her at the same time the man's prick excited her. The sensation was a stark, new one for the woman.
"This is super, Lance. Fuck me good. I love the feel of the steam on my body."
His hand crept around her body and boldly fastened on her ripe, lush tit. He found the tiny nipple cresting her sweaty mound of tit-flesh and began rolling it around. She sobbed in joy. The feelings darting down into her chest were the best ever.
Her legs parted of their own accord. Everything was just perfect for her in this dark, hot sauna. The man's prick slid up and down her labia, parting them and remaining in the pink cradle. She felt her inner oils gush out to mingle with the sweat pouring off her body. She experienced a weakness all over. The woman couldn't tell if it came from the heat or the divine nearness of the man's cock.
It didn't matter to her whether the heat or the cock made her feel this way. Feeling was all that counted. She began rocking her body back and forth to slip his prick along the edges of her cunt lips. This made the thick fuck juices slobber out and all over the man's prick. When the juices trickled down the in-sides of her legs and mingled with the sweat puddling and dripping off her thick pussy fur, she knew he was ready to take the plunge all the way up her twat.
"Fuck me," she said. "Give it all to me. I want to feel that fuck stick of yours trembling inside meeeeee!"
She was sitting on the man's lap, both of them facing the same direction. He lifted her up, using his handhold on her tit to make sure she obeyed and his prick snapped fully erect under her cunt lips.
He eased her down. The prick tried to slide away again but a quick grab by the woman made sure it didn't elude her clinging little pussy. She sobbed as the cock penetrated her body and rammed deep into her guts. The feeling was the best in the world.
"God, you're tighter than ever," he panted. "I want you more than anything else in the world."
"And I want you fucking me!"
He kissed and licked the sweat off her neck while he repositioned his other hand. He now had both hands on her tits. Kneading and rolling the resilient flesh around, he tried to pull the doughy mounds of tit off her chest.
She couldn't help herself. She had to try and shove her chest into the man's cupped hands. This lifted her ass off his lap. And it also pulled his prick out of her clutching cunt. She moaned softly and dropped back down, ramming the prick back into her seething hot pussy. She started fucking herself until she was trembling in reaction.
"That's the way," the man behind her said. "Give it all you got. Let the steam add to your own inner heat. Keep up the fucking like that and you're gonna melt my prick to a puddle of flesh."
"Going to damn well try!" she cried out. She put her hands over his and crushed them down into her boobs. She made tiny, trapped animal noises now. Nothing else would come out of her throat. The woman was lost in the wonderland of sensation ripping through her body.
Trying to isolate the single most thrilling stimulus was something she found impossible to do. The hands working over her tits turned her on in a big way. She loved the way his fingers gripped the tiny erectile spires of her nipples and tweaked them. He rolled them in small circles and pressed the palms of his hands into the marshmallowy underpinning at the same time.
The tit fondling was great. Her knockers were filled with hot blood that throbbed every single time her heart beat. But that didn't seem as much of a turn on as the feel of his huge, meaty prick driving hard and fast into her cunt.
She realized her own motion was making her pussy tighten up even more. The strain in her legs as she rose told her the entire story. The exertion on her part tensed up her cunt muscles and made his prick seem even more swollen inside her than it actually was.
His cock jerked and bucked hard against the tight confines of her pussy walls. She relished the heat of that cock pulsating into her belly. The motion of the prick fucking her turned her weak and watery inside. Yet, at the same time, she was tensing up. She knew that orgasm was only a matter of seconds away.
Sweat ran between her breasts, tickling, stimulating. Beads of cunt juice and sweat dotted the thick fur of her pussy mound. She felt the stimulation of the sweat trickling down the sides of her body, across her face, down her legs. The light, sensual feel of it made her acutely aware of her sensitive skin.
The man fondling her tits, the cock reaming out her tight cunt, the sweat running in rivers off her body-all those got her off in a big way. She screamed, arched her back and tried to ram her hips down around the thick spike of cock as she came.
The man hung on, his prick quivering in the tight sheath of her pussy. As she twisted and turned with the violence of her sexual release, he moved with her. He flopped her onto her belly. She felt the hard wooden planks of a bench flattening her tits. The man continued to fuck her from behind, but now he had taken away her freedom of motion.
Something about that made the woman come even harder than she had before. "Unnngghhhh!" filled the room as she moaned and gritted her teeth against the intense feelings ripping her apart inside.
"Keep fucking," she begged as soon as she recovered her voice. "I need to feel that cock inside me, fucking, giving me all the sweet love you can!"
"Don't worry," the man grunted. "You got it. Shit, you're so damn tight, you might break me off at the roots. Neither of us would want that."
"Just keep fucking and I won't," she bellowed. And then she tried to do the very thing she had promised not to. Her pussy clutched wildly at the man's prick as she bucked up and down. He continued to fuck her, but his prick wasn't able to maintain the swift, smooth strokes he had begun. Now he almost imitated her jerkiness. His hips seemed to take control and he mindlessly fucked into the softly yielding pussy from behind.
The thick, meaty ass cushioned his repeated attacks. But his prick was given a massage as her cunt walls rippled up and down the entire hidden length. He had to come. The fiery tide of his jism wasn't to be held back this time as it had before.
He spewed out his creamy load into her sucking pussy. He felt her tense and squeeze down even tighter on his fountaining prick. He thought she had somehow gotten a velvet glove into her pussy. It felt like a soft hand milking his dick of every single drop of jism.
When he went limp, he leaned back against the wall of the sauna. The thick mist curled around his dead penis and lent restoring vitality to it. He could feel it quiver and buck in need sooner than it ever had before after fucking.
The woman sensed this. She called out, "Again, Lance, again! And I mean now!"
"Sex-starved bitch," he complained. But he wasn't going to deny her a single thing. Not now. Not yet.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, Lance, I need more. Please hurry!" she cried out in almost-agony. The woman couldn't stand the itch in her pussy much longer. The pair of them had been in the sauna until she felt like a prune. She had seen his prick rising up like a phoenix from its funeral ashes, but it still wasn't stiff enough to do her drooling little cunt any good.
"Let's get out of here," he said. "I can hardly see with all the sweat dripping into my eyes. And I want to see you, Cris darling. You're a hell of a fox."
His hands told her more than his words. She sighed and shoved her chest out. Her tits fit perfectly into the cupping palms. Her nipples sprang erect and hard again and blood hammered into her tits. She thought that they might explode from being over-inflated, but nothing of the sort happened. That had to be due to the way the man massaged and kneaded her resilient mounds of titflesh.
Trying to remold them into some other form, the flesh of her snowy white tits popped out between the man's fingers. Squeezing hard, twisting, turning those convenient handles, he tried to flatten her tits. The instant he released them, they sprang back into their usual conical shapes. Left behind was the red outline of his fingers. Every single mark burned with the intensity of an acid burn.
The woman felt this heat seeping down into her chest and making her even more aware of how hot she was to fuck again. The man's fingers gripped on her nipples and pulled them out, only to release them. The tiny nubbins of throbbing red flesh would snap back into position. He seemed fascinated with the act, doing it over and over.
"What are you trying to do, Lance, milk me?" she asked jokingly. "If you are, why don't you get down and nurse my poor little titties? With your mouth and not your fingers!"
"I think I'm going to do something even more fun. Come along with me." He ran his hand down her side and dipped between her lithe legs. A finger dipped into the well of her cunt and pulled hard. Using this as a goad, he steered her from the steamy room and outside.
"Ooooh, Lance, it's cold out here! Why don't you slip something hot into me? Like this!"
She began stroking up and down on his prick. It still lacked the iron-hard rigidity she loved so much, but it was getting there. She could afford to wait-a little while more.
"God, I can't take you doing that to my prick anymore," he gasped. He looked down and saw her hand moving swiftly up and down his turgid length of manmeat. He felt the effects immediately. His entire body shivered, as much from the sudden change in temperature as from the hand job she was giving him. But that didn't take away the impact of her fingers squeezing down so wondrously on his prick.
"Then fuck me!"
"Damned if I won't! But I'll do it my way!"
He shoved her backwards with his free hand and guided her to the kitchen table with the finger up her cunt. She fell backwards onto the table, his body pressing firmly between her now widespread legs. This was exactly the position she wanted to be in. With Lance and his prick so close to her snatch, she knew he would stuff it in and get down to the hard, fast fucking she requested.
But he surprised her. His finger slipped from her pussy and wasn't immediately replaced by his hard, hot prick. She felt the emptiness and wanted to go out of her head with crazy lust. She struggled to sit up but the man shoved her back to the table.
As Cristal watched, Lance reached over and got a dish of butter. He liberally smeared her tits with the soft yellow grease and then leaped onto the table. Straddling her waist, he sat down. His weight held her firmly to the table and his prick rested lightly between her huge mountains of titflesh. "I'm gonna fuck your tits," he said.
"What? I've never heard of such a thing. How can you do it? I mean, God, Lance, this is kinky!"
She felt his prick pressing warmly into her excited tits. Her heart pounded fiercely simply from the nearness of his cock. The idea that he would somehow fuck her tits with his virile prick turned her on. She would be able to see that wonderful pecker just inches from her face, as well as feel its effects.
"I'll show you, my naive little girl. Imagine, a chick with knockers like those and never once having your boobs fucked."
"Don't talk," she cautioned, "show me! I want to learn everything you can teach me!"
"I'll teach you a damn sight more than you're counting on before we're through," the lawyer said, an edge of steel in his voice. "But right now I'm going to show you how this works."
His hands pressed into the outer slopes of her marshmallowy tits. He caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then began pushing her tits together. She thought he was going to rip the delicate flesh off her chest for a moment. When he succeeded in rubbing one nipple against the other, she came.
Her entire body began to shake as if she'd been caught in some sort of erotic earthquake. She felt the hot flush of blood rising from her tits and going to her shoulders and face. But the come wasn't the intense one she had wanted. The promise of more to come, however, turned her on and didn't let the glowing coals of passion in her body die down as they normally did after she'd gotten off.
"Yeah, such rubbery, big tits ought to be fucked at least once a week. Keeps them nice and young and firm like yours." He continued to rub one pointy red nipple against the other. She found she was too lost in the throes of passion to tell him how much she loved the sensation. Not once in her young life had she ever tried to do this.
The tendrils of passion seeped down into her chest and filled her lungs with liquid fire. She sobbed and gasped as her throat contracted. A short, hard gasp and she came again. She almost threw the man off her waist as her back arched and her entire body sang its song of ultimate sexual release.
"F-fuck me!" she moaned out when she was able. "I love the feel of that, but my pussy's flowing over with fuck juices. I need cock! I need lots of cock-your cock!"
"And little girl, you're going to get every single inch of my prick. And it's coming right now. Watch out!"
She felt his prick shoved hard against the other side of her tits. The once deep canyon of her boobs was now a tunnel. The slick butter he had slopped all over her tits greased the way through the artificial cunt he had created from her jugs.
Fascinated, she watched the one-eyed monster of his prick come surging through her boobs. She felt it and saw it and relished it as if it were the greatest thing in the world. For her, then, at that instant, it was. Nothing else mattered. She wanted all the cock he could give her.
She craned her neck and tried to take the butter-coated cock into her mouth. It was just inches away from her lips. He pulled back. His purple headed cock vanished into the white reaches of her tits. She no longer saw it but she felt it retreat all the way back until only the thick bulb of his glands remained hot against her tits.
"More! Fuck me more! This is fun!"
"I told you it would be. And don't worry your pretty little head, my dear. You're going to get fucked like you never got fucked before!"
He began ramming his prick back and forth. The warmth from the friction between cock and titflesh caused Cristal to go weak all over. Her boobs throbbed with a sexual power she had never before felt. She was alive in ways that had been denied her for too long. Her tits had always been sensitive. Lance took full advantage of that fact.
Her nipples continued to rub together. She felt his steely fingers gripping the outer slopes of her tits. And his prick! It fucked hard and fast until she saw only a blur. She felt his balls slapping against the other side of the mountain of titflesh, but the cock heating her tits really got to her.
She felt the sexual tensions increasing inside her. Her breathing became ragged and hot air gusted from her nostrils. Tossing her head from side to side, her face was haloed by her jet-black hair. She looked more like a devil than an angel in this pose.
The sight of the woman's obvious enjoyment of his prick made the man fuck her even faster. His balls rattled around in their hairy little bag until he could hardly take any more. He fought down the hot tide of jism. He didn't want to come like some schoolboy getting his first piece of ass. But he couldn't deny how provocative she was.
Her tits heaved up and down and increased the pressure on all sides of his hard-driving cock. The nipples he rubbed together pulsed and throbbed. They looked like red fingers pointing at each other. He took them between his fingers and tweaked the rubbery nipples as hard as he could.
He was almost tossed off when the woman came. She shrieked out her joy and writhed around under his pinning weight. He kept fucking, the rhythm just right for him. He didn't want to go faster and increase the chance he would jet out his load before he wanted. Any slower wouldn't give him the stark, searing pleasure he felt potently ripping into his cock and burning backwards down into his balls.
"This is going to be it," he said, leaning forward and pushing her tits down into her chest. He felt the woman's breasts flare out and mash down firmly. He gasped at the feel of her soft knockers surrounding his cock. He lost control and fucked as hard as he could.
The way her jugs heaved and hummed with sexual power around his prick milked him of his come. He couldn't hold back the river of sperm and semen threatening to leap from the tip of his fuck stick. When the woman managed to get her lips wrapped around the end of his cock, that was all the trigger he needed.
Spurting out gooey bullet after bullet of jism, he blasted fiercely into her sucking mouth. Those lips punished him His prick strained to drive farther into her face. The only thing stopping him was the hot and demanding flesh of her tits. It pressed insistently against his cock and kept him from his goal.
By the time it occurred to him that he could release her knockers and let them spring back to their normal position, his prick had already begun to go limp.
He pulled back and she followed him. He felt her eager mouth sucking harder and harder on his cock. And a strange sensation knifed down into his crotch. His prick was dead, done for. Or it should have been. Her sucking mouth and demanding tongue kept him hard. This had never happened to him, even when he was a young stud just starting out to ball all the beautiful women in the world.
"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "I shot my load and I'm still as hard as an iron bar. Shit, lady, you do things to me."
"And you do them to me. My titties are still humming. And I want more from you. I'm all weak and watery inside. I need your cock fucking me. I want it! I deserve it!"
She stopped talking and started sucking as hard as she could. Her cheeks went concave under the pressure she exerted on the man's prick. It was still a little slippery from the butter smeared on it, but she kept her face directly over his crotch. She loved the taste of the come still dribbling from his hard cock.
The woman never stopped to think that he should have been flaccid by now. This was her due for letting him fuck her tits. She had loved it. The dark-haired woman had never experienced anything so unusual in all her life, but she wanted more. She deserved more!
Her tongue swirled around the tip of his prick, licked off the jism from his piss-slit and then stroked the underside of his cock. He moved restlessly and she became more and more demanding. Her teeth lightly clamped on his prick.
Bobbing her head up and down, she ran her teeth along the sides of his prick. Ugly red welts formed, filled with excited blood. She instantly soothed the aroused flesh with her rough, pink tongue. He was constantly aroused and comforted by her lips and teeth and eager tongue.
"Ummm, God, this is too much. Get that mouth away from my prick and I'll fuck the living shit out of you!"
"That's more like it! I knew a good tongue lashing would make you see it my way!"
She immediately dropped back flat on the table, her knees rising to form an erotic gun-sight. Her pussy slobbered its cunt juices. She almost laughed with glee as she sensed them trickling between her meaty asscheeks to leave her asshole as well oiled as her cunt hole.
The lawyer looked at her on the table, the most succulent dish ever to be served up on that surface. He wanted to bury his hard prick all the way up her cunt. She wanted the same. Yet the sight of her pinkly puckered little fist of asshole beckoned to him even more strongly. He couldn't help himself. He had to fuck her up the ass.
"Roll over," He ordered.
"But this is fine. I don't care if... "
She didn't get to say another word before strong hands flipped her over onto her belly. She grunted as her tits mashed flat and she felt him grabbing her ankles. He pulled her halfway off the table so she bent at a ninety-degree angle around the edge. Her knees almost touched the floor.
"What are you doing, Lance? I wanted you to fuck me up the-oh, shiiit!" she screamed His cock prodded through the humid canyon of her asscheeks and touched the ring of her pink anus. For a second, her entire body stiffened as if she were having an orgasm. The intensity of the feeling in her body was almost at that level. She sobbed and bent forward, moaning softly.
"No, Lance, not up my rear. Fuck my cunt. I... I want it there, not up my ass!"
He didn't listen to her. His prick tried to turn cartwheels at the idea of fucking the lovely woman up her ass again. It took him back to the time in Switzerland when he had done this. Most chicks didn't want to let him fuck them up the back door. Cristal might not like it, but he was the one in control. He'd do whatever he wanted to with her-and make her like it!
"Goddamn, you got a tight ass. Relax," he commanded. The words had no visible effect on the girl. Her meaty slabs of buttock clamped down even harder on the sides of his prick. He couldn't possibly get his entire cock up her ass this way.
He looked around and saw the half empty butter dish. Hastily taking a huge dollop of butter, he smeared it all over the insides of her asscheeks and his own prick. The slick grease made it all the easier to ram his prick into her tightly held ring of asshole then.
She felt her body heat melting the thick butter. It trickled and greased her butt. The tickly feeling turned her on almost as much as the promise of a man's cock. She felt the thick head of his glands prodding into her anal sphincter. She tried to relax, even though she didn't want him butt fucking her. Her cunt was too hungry for cock to allow her to give in easily. Yet she felt a thrill at the idea of taking his still-rigid cock all the way up her back.
"Go, Lance, go!" she cried. "Give it all to me. Ram it in and damn the pain!"
"Pain?" he echoed. "I don't feel anything but pleasure!"
He increased the pressure. His prick parted the hard-held ring of muscle and sank a half inch up her asshole. He applied more power and his prick seemed to slide more quickly now. A full inch. Two inches. Five inches. Then his balls wetly slapped against the woman's cunt lips. He was buried to the hilt in her hot, steamy asshole!
"Ummm, shit," he muttered. "You get hotter up the butt all the time. Don't know how long I'll be able to fuck like this. You're going to bum me off to a nubbin!"
"Don't you dare stop!" she sobbed. She began shoving her ass backwards in a vain attempt to get even more of his throbbing prick up her back. The way he quivered inside her tightest passage turned her on more than she cared to admit The idea of butt fucking still seemed kinky to her, but she couldn't possibly deny how it thrilled her.
The huge prick pressed against her tight tunnel in a painful way. She gasped at the pain, but it quickly retreated as her bowels expanded to take the male invader. She heaved a big sigh of relief as the man's prick began to slide back out of her rectum. She loved the nearness of his cock, but it was so huge!
"Fuck me," she demanded. "Don't you dare stop now!"
"An army couldn't stop me," he told her. "I'm so hot and horny for your ass, nothing in the whole goddamn world's going to keep me from fucking you silly!"
The words made her feel wanted. The pressure of the cock reentering her ass caused her to gasp in amazement and desire. The man's hands stroked up and down the sides of her body and finally reached around to rub erotically over her fleecy pussy mound.
When he touched her clit with his finger tip, she came.
Her entire world exploded. She thrashed about, impaled on the man's spike of cock buried all the way up her anus. No matter how she turned, his prick was there, driving in just a little farther. It sank up her ass to a point where she thought she could open her mouth and see the purpled head of his prick emerge.
The come wasn't as potent as she would have liked. She knew she would have to take a more active role.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted. Her hips rocketed backwards to fit like the piece out of a jigsaw in the circle of his groin. He gripped harder at her body and began fucking with easy strokes, digging deeper and deeper up her asshole every time he shoved forward. His fingers flicked lightly over the tip of her clit. Electric jolts surged throughout her body. She loved every second of it.
The tiny volts of electricity turned into lightning. Ripping through her body, the carnal needs almost drove her out of her mind. She bounced up and down and rotated her ass as he fucked faster. The heat mounted in her loins. She needed his prick.
"More! Give me all of that sweet, fucking cock of yours. Give my ass the best greeking ever!"
"Such words," he chided. "Where did you learn them?"
"What the fuck does it matter? Give me your cock-all of it!"
He slammed harder and harder into her. His butter-greased prick shot in and out like a piston in a channel. Her tight asshole chomped down like a hangman's noose on his prick. He gulped and realized he was going to get his rocks off again and soon if this kept up.
It more than kept up-it escalated to the point where he was humping into her ass with every ounce of energy in his body. She felt the change in the man's attack. He butt fucked her without rhythm now. But what he lacked in finesse and style, he more than made up for with animal power and desire.
She dropped her hand to cover his. She didn't want that hand moving from her clit. She began diddling herself as his hand slid lower to drive a finger into her juicy cunt.
The onslaught of his cock reaming out her ass, the finger up her cunt wiggling back and forth and her own hand working on her clit got her off again. She came. Hard. Harder than she could ever remember.
Her ass clamped down impossibly hard on the man's hidden prick. He felt the walls of her rectum smash him flat. He could no longer hold back the rush of his jism. His balls pumped hard to empty his creamy wad into her asshole.
She screamed out her joy as she felt the rush of his sweet, flowing jism up her back. Her entire world spun crazily until she was flopping around on the floor of the kitchen like a fish out of water. She didn't care what she did as long as his prick continued to fuck her up the shit chute. But he quickly melted this time. She had kept him stiff longer than either of them would have thought possible, but all good things must come to an end.
"Ummm, Lance, it was terrific," she sighed. "I'm still on fire inside. My entire asshole feels like it's in the middle of a forest fire and I'm going to be burned up inside any second."
"While you're waiting for that, here," he said, shoving a sheaf of papers in front of her, "sign these."
"What are they?"
"Just papers. What difference does it make? I want you to sign."
"I don't want to read any old papers, Lance. I want to lay here and enjoy the way I feel. I want to feel your arms around me, too. Come on, Let's snuggle."
"After we get these out of the way. Here's a pen. Sign on the bottoms of every other sheet."
"Lance!"
"Look, dammit, this is business. I don't have time for a lot of screwing around. I want these papers signed. NOW!"
Crista! sighed. Business could be such a drag at times. And why did Lance have to bother her with all this now, of all times? She was feeling the nice, muzzy afterglow of a good fucking. She wanted to enjoy it, not be hassled with a lot of papers.
"Okay, slave driver. Can we fuck again after I sign?"
"Oh, Cristal darling," the lawyer said, "you're going to get a fucking like you never dreamed of-after you sign the papers."
She didn't even bother to glance at the lines of fine print as she scrawled her name on the desired lines. She tossed the pen on top of the last page and held out her arms to Lance.
"Come on, lover, let's get it on."
"In bed, Cris, in bed. The floor's too cold for this kind of thing."
"The hell with that. I'll show you how hot the kitchen floor can get if you'll come closer." He did and she showed him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"But Ben, I don't understand!" protested Cristal. She pounded her small fist against the arm of the chair. "Why won't he see me to talk about it? I called the bank and they said... "
"They said you didn't have any more money in your account," Ben said with a grim look on his face. "Those papers you signed gave Lance all your money. Every last dime of it in that account."
"He can't! That's almost three quarters of a million!"
"You spent a lot of the money, but he took you for a real ride. You gave him the money outright. That's all there is to it. You should never have signed the papers without reading them first."
She stared at Ben with a dazed expression on her face. She could hardly believe Lance had stolen the money from her like this. She had trusted him. He was her lawyer and lawyers were honest. Cristal knew she could have read the document dangling from her limp fingers and still not understood it. But he had caught her right after they'd fucked.
His words came back to her, indelibly etched on her mind now. "You're going to get a fucking like you never dreamed of-after you sign the papers."
How true it was. He had ripped her off and it was all as legal as could be.
"Lance should really go into politics," Ben said. "He has the flair for theft that a lot of the politicians lack. He at least tries to cover it up with a bit of legality. Most of our elected officials are all too obvious when they rip us off. Yeah, this Lance Crandall's a smooth operator. A damn good crook."
"How could I have been so dumb, Ben? The money was so huge and I thought it would last forever and Lance was so good to me. He showed me all the things I had wanted to see all my life. The jet set! It was great. Oh, damn, how could he do a shitty thing like this to me!"
"There, there," Ben said, his strong arms around her quaking shoulders. "I've still got part of your money. Remember the hundred thousand you let me have to set up a trust for you? It's all intact. The way it works out, you might get as much as ten thousand a year off it. Not any million, but it is better than not having a dime."
"Keep it, Ben. I don't deserve it."
"You still have the car," he went on. "That's worth an easy thirty thousand or so. You could sell it, or maybe keep it to remind you how shifty some lawyers can be."
"Sell it, Ben. I don't want any more to do with things like this. I thought I was so good and I didn't know anything. They all took me. I... I'm sort of glad to just be me again. No money. Do you think I can get my job back?" She tipped her blue eyes up to stare into his eyes. She saw something there which startled her.
"Will you marry me, Cris? I asked you before, but you kept saying no. This time... "
"It's still no, Ben. But... "
"But what? Anything! I'm crazy about you. However you want it, that's the way it'll be."
"Let's just live together and see how it works out. But there have to be changes in the way we do things. I found out a lot about myself and my drives while I was with Lance. Fucking is a drag unless you make it something special. All you ever want to do is fuck in the missionary position. There's more to screwing than one way."
He looked at her in surprise. "But that's the way I thought you wanted to do it. Hell, I don't mind if we screw in different places. I... I have a confession to make. I've always wanted to fuck you up the ass!"
His eyes sparkled, but she had to turn her face away. The thought of getting fucked up the butt like Lance had done it left her mind spinning. She shook her head, her hair flying in wild disarray. "Not that way, not now. But we can do it all other ways!"
"Can we put mirrors in the bedroom?" he asked, warming to the topic. "I love watching how your body moves. That would be an added kick. And... "
"And the hell with planning. Why don't you fuck me right now, you big stud?"
"Out back. In the yard."
"But the fence's low enough for anyone to peer over. This is almost rush hour and a million people might see us!"
"Good!"
He scooped her up and carried her out the back door. The small plot of grass was perfect for what he had in mind. He dropped her so she landed on her hands and knees.
"I'm going to fuck you like a bitch dog in heat. And you're going to love it, you exhibitionist bitch, you!"
"Get on with it!"
She glanced nervously at the top of the fence, expecting someone to peer over and see her naked ass waggling up in the air. The idea that Ben actually wanted to fuck out here thrilled her more than words could describe. But the possibility of fucking in front of an audience made her even hotter for him.
"Hurry, Ben, get it on!"
"You mean get it in!"
She felt his huge cock surge into her cunt from behind. She went weak in reaction as he fucked with strong, virile strokes. Her entire body burned with the carnal heat generated in her pussy.
This was living! She had wasted so much time with Ben because he'd thought she was some sort of prude. If only they had talked to each other before! But this made up for it. He cared for her. His hard-driving cock proved it to her as it raced along her well-oiled cunt.
She closed her eyes and let the power of the fucking take her over. She might have lost most of her money, but she had gained a lover in Ben money couldn't buy!