Francesca looked at the photos Jeff had taken of Margo and her lover. His lens had been leveled during the peak of their passion. The lewd detail was eye-popping.
"I think you deserve a bonus. These photos are the revenge I seek," Francesca said. She nearly cackled.
Jeff moved closer, thrusting his crotch at her face. She yanked his jeans down, then his briefs. Though she hadn't expected the man's cock to be so big, his huge size didn't faze her. A woman of maturity, she'd seen many even bigger in her day.
"Suck it," Jeff said.
Francesca covered his dick with burning kisses, then licked the cockhead before taking it fully into her mouth. Oh, yes, she would suck it, all right, this would be one blow job the cocky young man would never forget!
CHAPTER ONE
It had been French cooking at its best: Sauteed fish, white wine, and Napoleon brandy afterwards. Rick Hoffmann felt happier than ever that night. Watching Margo Chandler move from the table to the kitchen, he grew hungrier for even more treats. Her lithe body moved seductively beneath that strapless dress, her blonde hair skittering across her shoulders. The scent of her perfume drifted through the condo. As she returned with the dining from some of the dishes, the lust welled in his loins.
The woman was ten years his senior, yet he never tired of drinking in her sight. Margo was a stunning creature. Her beautifully chiseled features stole his breath. Her eyes were green spheres, glittering when leveled at him. Those full, red lips intrigued him.
Rick scarcely held his wild impulses in check through the course of the meal. He ached to reach under the table and manipulate her firm thighs. Margo, however, went through pains to prepare their fest. Aware of her efforts, he focused on the delicacies she served.
Rick moved into the kitchen, wrapped an apron around his middle, and started washing dishes. The chief partner of a law firm, he rarely deigned to perform such a menial task. At home, he paid servants to attend to such things. At Margo's, he helped because he yearned to be close to her.
Margo paid a regular staff to clean and maintain her home stocked with antique relics. On nights when Rick came, however, she dismissed them. Margo had no wish to broadcast their relationship, given his marital status. She subscribed to the theory, "Knowledge is power," and conducted her private life with absolute discretion.
Margo leaned on the counter and watched him for a long moment. Tall, handsome and blond, Rick Hoffmann riled her senses. He typified the breed of young executives who made it to the big time by the age of thirty. Rick and his partners collected exorbitant fees that afforded them an enviable lifestyle.
He had it all-including a frigid wife.
Unable to resist that exuding charm, Margo placed her hands on his cheeks and drew his face close to hers. She kissed him gently. Her tongue inched into his mouth.
Rick surrendered completely. Her delicate hands moved across his chest, down to his belt buckle, and then lower. She trembled when encountering the hardness inside his slacks. She continued kissing him, moving her lips down his body and nearing that inflamed area.
"Oh, yes," he croaked, shuddering from her touch. The electrical flow she dispatched nearly short-circuited his system. Only an older woman would have the erotic wherewithal to render such an effect. He learned the value of an experienced lover. His wife, twenty years Margo's junior, couldn't duplicate that ticklish spark.
Margo unzipped his fly and freed his cock. She held his elongated shaft in her hand, savoring its rapid beat. He extended from his pants, large and thick. She loved the sight of his obvious excitement.
Rick groaned as her fist traveled high and low. Painfully swollen, his dick burned in her grasp. He teetered on his heels, susceptible to that tingling coil.
Margo, still caressing his thing, knelt in front of him. "Now for dessert," she murmured. She put her lips dangerously close to his swollen head, blowing a stream of warm air onto the sensitive skin. Her tongue darted from her mouth to stroke the bulbous cap.
Rick stood above her, his hands resting lightly on her golden hair, following her flickering path. Her lips were full and sensuous, her tongue a vibrant pink. Her eyes, sparkling emeralds, were fixed upon his tense expression. She measured his responsiveness lick by lick. He clenched his teeth and slowly ejected the stagnation that had been building in his lungs.
Margo circled his velvet knob, tracing its outer edge. He shone with her saliva. Tiny bubbles popped over his sensitive skin. She slithered to his base in a wake of foam. She pursued the heavy vein, then slurped his balls. She explored those hair-dusted thighs with her fingers while tonguing his scrotum. His limbs were amply muscled. He quivered from her tantalizing loops. She washed his taut sac with spittle, gave it a kiss, then soared to the bloated crown.
Rick's vision doubled as she made her ascent. She coated his equipment with hot drool. Her wriggling movements caused his heart to drum.
God-he loved the things she did with her tongue. She'd mastered a variety of tricks that ensured his rigid state. His cock stretched to her lips, aching for more of that titillating sweep.
Margo parted her lips and engaged his purplish cockhead. He groaned as her mouth overtook him. Upon entering her oral warmth, her tongue went on thrilling him. She licked his underside while pulling him into her face. Her sucks provided an exhilarating jolt. She immersed him in her liquid heat. Bubbles attached to his cock while within her cheeks. Her foamy spit washed over him.
"Oh, Margo," he exhaled, experiencing her delightful pull.
She extracted a tiny amount of cum from his shaft. That sample melted on her tongue. She sucked harder, searching for more. Her lips twisted around his shaft, inducing him to cum. She dared him to lose control and fill her mouth with jism. She thirsted for his creamy eruption.
An internal alarm sounded within Rick. Alert to the-likelihood of a premature eruption, he detached himself from Margo's puckering lips and dragged her to her feet. Her saliva dripped from his cock. A fire raged in his loins. He had been close to squirting. Only by a slim margin had he eluded orgasm.
He longed to see all of her, to discard the clothing which had hidden her nearly perfect body all night. Margo not only garbed herself in sexy outfits, but donned undergarments that quickened his pulse. As founder and principal designer of the Golden Chemise, a boutique that offered an enticing range of lingerie, Margo simply modeled her merchandise. French cut brassieres and panties, g-strings and the like were found beneath her clothes. He never knew what creation he'd uncover next. Margo relished surprising him.
He brought her tightly to him, descending upon those luscious lips. He savored the press of her as she pushed hard against his groin, grinding her pussy into him. He slid his hands behind her, feeling the firm cheeks of her ass. Margo retained her tone. Vivacious by nature, she rarely kept still. She was on her toes, constantly on the run. Encompassing that female on the fly and redirecting her fiery energies roused him.
He raised her dress above her waist. Her legs were long and strong, the muscles tight and powerful. Underneath, he found a lacy corset. Margo's breasts swelled from the embroidered perimeters, within a breath from exposing her nipples. His mouth watered at her cleavage. Margo, well-endowed, displayed an eye-opening pair. Her tits jutted prominently, nearly exploding from her bustier. The small waist magnified their size, and the narrow hips lent the illusion of being "top heavy."
"You're a dream," he hoarsely said, marveling at her voluptuousness. "Why can't all women be built like you?"
She laughed melodically. Her ripe, full smile held suggestion.
He roamed the lower portion of her outfit, glossing over its ornamentation. Margo's mound awaited his grope. He palmed that soft, spongy area. She gasped when he depressed his thumb in her damp spot. He located little snaps enclosing the front panel. Blonde ringlets curved around it. Rick opened that section, baring her pussy. Her thatch framed a pair of inviting lips. He dipped his finger beneath them. The moist flaps separated, sucking him into that juicy crevice.
Margo moaned loudly as he fingered her slick cunt. She bit her bottom lip as he delved into her hot succulence. He pumped her with his digit, listening to the noises her pussy made.
"Eat me, Rick," she whispered.
Rick lifted her onto the counter. Margo seemed feather-light. He bent his head to those luscious thighs, letting them surround him. Briefly, he stared into the pinkness of her waiting pussy. Her wet folds drew his appetite. He inhaled her sugary redolence.
"Please," Margo said, "put your mouth down there."
Rick began kissing her thighs, tracing the flesh with his tongue and moving slowly to her open heat. Finally, he reached her outer lips. Margo held her breath as he slurped her pussy. He followed the palatable flesh up and around, coming back to her slit. He poised at the entrance of her snatch, loving the spouting juices.
When he finally entered her with his tongue, slicing into mush, Margo sighed. He wriggled his way to the bottom. She leaned back on the counter top and spread her legs. Swiveling her hips, she moved in circles against his mouth. Rick sensed, through her gyrations, her need for him to go even deeper.
"Mmmmm," he hummed against that horny pussy. He lumbered through her crushing pulp.
"Yes," Margo sobbed, shaking. "Oh, yes."
Rick withdrew from her pussy and attacked her clit, sucking the tiny bud. Margo went wild with passion, thrusting her hips at him, begging him to stay with her.
"That feels good," she squealed, raking his hair with her nails. She fixed an eye on that undulating tip. No amount of bucking separated her from it. That tongue stretched to meet her wet pussy. He orbited her love button, then slashed across it. His loops brought a shiver. Her eyes closed as his rhythm intensified. "Ohhhh."
Rick greedily downed those cunt sugars. Margo's rapture gushed into his mouth.
Abruptly, Margo raised herself and allowed orgasm to sweep her body. Rick felt every tremor as the energy exploded from her sodden core and disseminated like a volcanic eruption to her extremities.
When she had calmed herself, Margo became more excited than before. She fingered her sopping cunt flesh. Her digit swirled over the slick folds, then delved into the crevice. Her lips formed a ring while she pumped herself. "Put your cock inside me, baby," she moaned. "Hurry. It needs something big and hard."
Rick had held his hunger at bay far too long. He craved those juicy, cock-grabbing lips. He yanked down her corset, exposing her discolored nipples. Bunching them together, he took them into his mouth. He sucked her breasts, tonguing her sweet flesh. He ravenously attached his lips while throttling those rock-like nuggets.
"Ohhhh," Margo whimpered, smothering his face with her billowy globes.
He moved his hands between her thighs and stroked her mound. Her snatch gradually opened. He stuck a finger into her crevice and explored its squishy boundaries. Wet sounds emanated from its drenched folds.
Moaning, Margo enclosed his cock. Gently she handled him. His skin of his shaft bunched in her fist and she pulled on him. "Yeah, baby. Warm me up for your big thing. Get me juicy so it'll slide right in."
Rick withdrew his finger and licked her nectar from it. He couldn't get enough of Margo's flavor-rich pussy. He could taste the desire that seeped from her loins.
"Come on, baby," she cooed, tugging on his engorged member, "jam it into me. I want to feel your whole cock. Drive it into my hot, wanting hole."
Another drop of hot goo emerged from his tip. Margo's masturbatory grip siphoned it from his riled groin. Gritting his teeth, he carefully exhaled. If he spent one more second in her fist, he'd explode.
Margo, perceiving his precarious condition, automatically released him.
Rick lined himself up between her thighs. His dick pulsated wildly. Margo gazed down at it and smiled. She directed the bulbous head to her cunt. Slowly, Rick dove into those sappy lips. She expanded to receive him. He groaned as that pussy absorbed his rigid cock. Her cunt noisily gobbled him to the root. He cupped her ass and dragged her flush with his body.
Margo comprehended his ferocious beat. She bathed in the glow of his contortions while she wrapped herself around that manly bone. She watched his handsome face line with sweet agony as he charged up her middle.
Rick opened his eyes shortly after reaching bottom. He loved that snug fit. Margo cried out as he crammed himself into her gut. Without verbalizing her opinion, he could tell she had thoroughly enjoyed his descent. The splash of color in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes served as verification.
Margo sighed with delight, feeling his throbbing mass firmly embedded between her swollen sex lips. She was acutely aware of how much space he monopolized inside her. He extended her to very core. Slowly, her thighs closed around him.
"Yes," she sighed, connecting to that hardest part of him. "Oh, yes."
Margo reached behind Rick and stroked his buttocks. Her fingers sank into his flexing cheeks. Even in the heat of passion, she was careful not to hurt him. She began gyrating against him, rubbing him with her moist pussy lips. His cock moved in and out of her cunthole, oiling his taut skin.
"All the way, baby," she whispered, pelting him with her groin. "Into my snatch-all the way."
Rick took care in spearing that hot squish. The urge to cum was stronger than ever. Margo's pussy squeezed him to the quick. She manipulated him with those wet, sapping lips. He grunted as the temptation rose steadily through him. The jism churned in his balls.
Margo, alert to his fragile state, pushed him away. She jumped off the counter and turned her back toward him. Leaning against the top, she spread her legs and wriggled her fine ass at him. Holding his cock, she steered him to her juicy crack.
Rick entered her from the rear. He watched his dick disappear between those sumptuous cheeks, into that sluiced hole. Margo widened to allow his pulsating shaft access. She adjusted to his width after that long, penetrating slide.
Margo moaned in ecstasy as he filled her once again. She began pumping against him in circles. Her pussy squeaked against his thrusting cock. His balls spanked her backside. Her lips quivered as his dick slid in and out, keeping her open.
"God, baby ... God," Margo cried. She detached herself from Rick and turned toward him. She was breathless and overheated. The hunger on her lips was plain. Her fingers curled around his cock. His fist went up and down his greased shaft. She slid to the floor, bringing Rick down with her. She writhed in uncontrolled passion on the tile. "I want you on top of me," she said, hoarse with desire. Her legs moved apart. She extended her arms. "Cover me, baby. Do me on the floor."
Rick knelt between her thighs, holding his cock. He navigated himself to her pink slit. He pressed the bulbous head into that soaked groove, then pushed his meat deep into her cunt. Margo provided him a cozy receptacle for his throbbing burden. She sobbed as he tunneled into her warm flesh. Her legs locked about his waist. The light in her eyes temporarily glared as she took him to the hilt. His snatch was bursting with cock.
Their rhythms became evenly matched. He buried it between those sleek legs. He heard her pussy disengage his dick after each probing stroke.
"Yeah," she whimpered as he stuffed her. "Oh, yeah. More. Harder."
Rick's knees hurt against the tile, yet he maintained his immediate comfort was a small price for the pleasure he received. Their flesh slapped in harmony, sticky with sweat. He pumped that tingling mush. Margo's snatch gripped him. Its hungry embrace caused him to grunt. He was going to feed it hot cum. Ahhhh. Each push into those puckered lips brought him to the brink of explosion.
Realizing he was about to spew, Rick pulled out of her. His cock was bright red and throbbing. Margo reached out and held it. She rolled on her stomach, then elevated herself with hands and knees. She waited, holding her breath.
Rick aligned himself with those puffy lips. The impulse to jerk off and squirt all over them attacked him. Gritting his teeth, he sank into her cunt.
"Oh, God. Ohhhh."
Margo slid forward, moaning loudly as he began pumping her from the rear. Once again, he filled her with cock. Pinching her nipples, he played with her breasts. Electricity flowed from his fingertips.
Margo contracted heavily around Rick. He savored the intensity of her orgasm moments before spending himself.
Several hours later, Margo sat with a cup of tea in the study. Rick had just left. Rather than wasting time lazing in bed, she pulled the sketch pad out of her attache case and began working. Ideas continually crept in head and required immediate recording on paper. Some of her best work evolved from the afterglow of great sex. Fortunately, Margo functioned on little sleep. A cup of herbal tea resuscitated her flagging energies and enabled her to produce her widely popular undergarments.
Designing lingerie was a demanding profession. Margo regularly tapped her creative resources to remain on the cutting edge. People poured into her shop, eager to part with huge sums of money for the privilege of wearing something unobtainable elsewhere.
Halfway through completion of her current drawing, Margo looked out the window. She had a breathtaking view of the lake as well as the neighboring high-rises. Automatically, she sought the verification of light in the apartment one floor directly across from her. A chill went through her. The memory of Francesca Lanchon's haunting visit invariably surfaced.
More than two months had passed since that awful night. Margo had returned home late to be accosted by someone in her distant past. Francesca was the sister of Henri Lanchon, a man she might have married two decades earlier if second thoughts hadn't plagued her. Henri was a dashing designer she met during her formative years in Paris. Margo, then a young woman under Henri's wing, both modeled and assisted him in the developmental stages of his celebrated fashions. He fell madly in love with Margo and insisted they wed. Infatuated with his genius, she accepted his proposal. On the day she was to march down the aisle, however, Margo realized her error. Instead of donning the stunning gown Henri personally crafted, she packed her bags and left Paris. Henri remained at the church with their guests, unable to reconcile himself to her defection.
According to Francesca, who tracked down Margo after a twenty-year search, Henri had never been the same. He lost his inspiration. The deterioration of his work's quality bred irreversible contempt within his sister. She despised Margo for destroying his spirit and vowed revenge.
Margo did not recognize Francesca when she pretended to be one of the customers who frequently patronized her shop, the Golden Chemise. Twenty years and cosmetic changes altered her appearance. Francesca stalked her, waiting for the precise moment she could even the score.
Her opportunity came on a night Margo returned home late from the shop. Up until the point Francesca removed the gun from her purse and pointed it at her, Margo had not pierced her charade. She was forced to listen to the unhinged woman's account of her wrongdoing. Francesca had every intention of ending Margo's life at the conclusion of her tale. If Margo hadn't reasoned with her-reminding her that Henri, who moved to Chicago and kept himself apprised of Margo's career, would be shattered by the stigma of murder-Francesca might have carried out her threat.
Francesca promised to retaliate in another manner. When and how were not disclosed before she went into hiding.
Margo gazed at the window in which no lamp burned. Francesca had used that site as a watching post. She placed Margo under secret surveillance, learning her habits and memorizing her schedule. Naturally, Margo investigated. She tipped the maintenance people to let her in. Only the high-powered telescope which she used to conduct her investigation had been left behind. The apartment was empty.
Margo did not bother filing a police report. Involving the authorities meant unwanted and possibly negative publicity for her business. She had no way of proving Francesca had menaced her, nor was there forced entry.
Besides, Francesca had completely vanished.
Most of all, Margo treasured her privacy. Her need for absolute confidentiality bordered on the eccentric. Her climb to the top of the fashion industry was not without incident. Margo made her share of mistakes and inadvertently created enemies. She regretted some of the detours taken, but nonetheless found success-much to the chagrin of brutal competitors.
Margo gave the illusion of confidence and courage. At times,' she almost seemed defiant to those wishing to dethrone her.
Internally, she worried. When would Francesca Lanchon strike-and how? Waiting left her feeling distracted and vulnerable.
CHAPTER TWO
Margo arrived at the Golden Chemise slightly later than usual. Amanda Hunt, her assistant, had already opened the store and waited upon customers. The petite redhead with the svelte body established her competence many times over. She possessed a keen, aesthetic eye. Amanda brimmed with ideas that did not make a smooth transition on paper. She lacked the artistic skills to tie the visions she had with the sketched product. Margo worked closely with her to extract that talent and put it in a malleable format.
"I just love your things, Miss Chandler," Rita Madison, a valued customer, gushed. "My husband does, too." A wicked giggle punctuated her statement.
"That pleases me. I should be receiving a fresh shipment of items from my seamstresses in a day or so. You ought to stop by and check it out. I'm working with new material."
"Oh?"
"It's extremely transparent-and flattering to the figure."
Rita brightened. "Would you mind setting a few items aside for me?"
"Certainly." She waved to the woman as she sailed out the door. Rita made generous purchases on a routine basis. Her husband, a pediatrician, never seemed disturbed by the bills she amassed.
Rita's hourglass figure complimented the things she bought. Margo's teddies and baby doll pajamas fit nicely over her delectable curves. She comprehended how her merchandise enhanced their sex life. Packaged in those goods, Rita magnified her sensuality.
Amanda, having completed the paperwork for Rita's transaction, smiled at Margo. "We're running low on nightgowns. Should I check with Colette on our next shipment?"
"Don't. She's complained about not having the next set of sketches from which to commence work. They ought to be in her hands within a day or so. I'm putting the finishing touches to them now."
"How do you manage? I'm amazed at the consistent quality of your output. You never seem to encounter artist's block."
"Legend has it she possesses supernatural powers," mentioned a British voice from behind the rack. The man to whom it belonged strode confidently around, brandishing a grin. "I've been rather skeptical of late."
Margo did not falter in the least. "Peter Buchanan. What a pleasant surprise." Although polite, her tone lacked cordiality.
Peter perfunctorily took her hand. "You look terrific, Margo, as always."
"I gladly return the compliment. It's been quite sometime since we've seen each other."
"Roughly fifteen years, would you say?"
She shrugged. "Perhaps. Are you still accepting assignments?"
He nodded. "That's how I pay the rent. An independent contractor. I admit, however, that my latest undertakings haven't been quite so challenging."
Amanda floundered. She had no way of identifying the gentleman with the light brown hair and sharp features. Of towering height and slight physique, he loomed before her. "Would you care for some coffee, Mr. Buchanan? I brewed a pot a short while ago."
He brightened at her show of hospitality. "That would be most appreciated."
Amanda's gesture prompted Margo to formally introduce her caller. "Peter Buchanan is a professional photographer. I met him when I lived in London."
Amanda smiled awkwardly.
"Margo was once on the opposite side of my lens," Peter commented without averting his gaze. He rendered the illusion of positioning an imaginary camera and preparing to snap several shots of her. "A very lovely subject, I might add. One rarely encounters someone of model quality who happens to be naturally photogenic."
Amanda noticed that Margo seemed immune to his kind words. Apparently wise to a deceptive charm, she armed herself with a diplomatic front. She ostensibly exercised restraint.
"Did you make it a point of visiting, or were you in the neighborhood?" Margo asked him.
"I came to Chicago to cover the Spring electronics trade show. Dreary topic, eh? Not like the good old days, when I risked my neck for a chance to capture a political revolt on film. Nothing compares to entering a war zone, where bullets hurling at snipers can easily ricochet."
"You usually enjoyed perilous missions," Margo mentioned. "The element of danger motivated you."
"That tendency hasn't died, Margo," he quietly said. Sincerity entered his voice. "I still love it."
"Let's catch up over coffee," she said, relaxing her glacial countenance. "There's a shop down the street."
Amanda held up a hand. "But I made that pot-"
"We'll probably be a while," Margo said.
Peter cheerfully followed.
As they sat in a corner booth at the crowded coffee shop, Margo couldn't resist lapsing back to yesterday, staring at the familiar planes of his handsome face. Peter sparked a memory that she had buried in the recesses of her mind.
She remembered it all, in vivid detail.
Margo first encountered Peter Buchanan at Regent's Park on a Spring afternoon not unlike the one she experienced in the present. She had been sketching outfits on an artist's pad when she glimpsed him with his camera, conceivably shooting a roll of his immediate surroundings. The elegance of Regent's Park lent itself to creative photography.
She had left Henri Lanchon several months earlier and had taken several small jobs while waiting for a break in the fashion world. Contemplating her reentrance into the industry after almost committing a mistake by marrying Henri, Margo was determined to adhere to a legitimate plan. She had no wish to gain favor with the various houses by sleeping with their proprietors. She wanted to gain recognition through her talent.
When lifting her eyes from the complicated gown she stenciled, she saw that the man taking pictures had leveled his lens at her. The rapid clicking of his camera interfered with her concentration.
"Do you mind?" she pleasantly asked.
He made no attempt to compose himself. The expensive piece of equipment continued its rampage.
Margo considered moving before the face of her assailant took shape. The man, though lean, was quite good-looking. The devilish grin plastered on his face held appeal. Although stationed on one knee, she could see he was tall-possibly clearing six and a half feet. His light brown hair blew in the wind.
"Are you a model?" he asked without stopping.
"I did some work as one."
"Are you under contract? Do you have an agent?"
His camera came to a halt. Margo realized he had run out of film. She put a hand up. "Please, stop that. I can't focus on my work."
Without asking her permission, he came up behind her to review her drawing. "Skill as well as beauty. A delightful combination." Boldly, he sat beside her. "You're an American, aren't you? I can tell by your accent."
"I don't believe I possess one."
"To an Englishman's ear, you do."
The brilliance of his smile and fetching arrogance caused her to melt. Margo was physically drawn to him. Peter Buchanan, as he introduced himself, had an unshakable sensuality.
Her body underwent rebellion. Although she had silently pledged to abstain from sex after deserting, Peter resuscitated that need. She felt the sure pull of animal attraction, defiant of that promise. After weeks spent alone, Margo could not endure another lonely night. She craved intimate contact-male flesh pressed against her, providing her release. Henri had once fulfilled those ferocious demands. She suffered miserably from that deficit.
Peter encouraged her lagging scrutiny. He did nothing to speed up their leaving together. He merely reclined on the park bench, spreading his thighs and inviting her hungry gaze.
Unable to curb her lust, she suggested that they return to her place for tea. Her voice was heavy with rheum, her intent highly readable.
After setting the kettle on the stove, she turned to him. Peter stimulated her erotic impulses. In the subdued light of her grungy apartment, he was too delicious to resist.
Margo took a step toward Peter, reached out and cupped his genitals. His sexual magnetism could not be repelled. She leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Her tongue gradually crossed the void. She stroked his teeth, then caressed his tongue. Thrusting her body against him, she ground her pelvis to him. His hard, erect cock throbbed in her soft folds. She trembled from the familiar pulsations of a man.
Peter, his ego obviously stroked, welcomed her wanton assault. Horny young women were presumably his specialty. Gladly, he came to her rescue. He slid his hand beneath her dress. Margo had on a pair of silk panties. With savor, he rubbed her damp spot. She shivered at the swirl of his thumb over that inflamed area. Her pussy oozed with want.
His embrace was crushing. For someone of his angular structure, he boasted amazing strength. His brawn excited her. He kissed her back-passionately and without reserve.
Her hands were all over him. She fondled his buttocks, then petted his cock and balls. The significance of his male apparatus-commensurate with his height-startled her. He was in every respect a giant. She shivered in anticipation. Her loins quaked at the prospect of enjoying that monstrosity. Men of Peter's size tackled the itch deep in her pussy.
Backing away, Margo permitted him to feast his eyes on her body. She opened her dress. The silk lingerie she donned had a virulent effect on him. She noted the twitch of excitement, the naked desire etched in his features. He attempted to paint the illusion of detachment, but she saw through his facade.
He scanned her luscious assets, from the tits that bulged from their cups to the smooth abdomen and tastefully formed crotch. A smile of pleasure tugged at his lips. "I can plainly see what caused me take all those pictures. You're breathtaking."
He lowered her bra, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. A slow building suck followed. Her nub steadily rose at his saliva-rich rotations. Margo couldn't help but swell under his hypnotic power.
Rapture splintered throughout her system. She had no means of fighting it. The tingling barrage he engendered tightened her pussy.
"I want it so bad," she moaned.
Clasping his head, she guided him lower. Arriving at the top of her panties, he pulled them down. Her pubic patch carried her animal scent. She exuded a fragrance that originated from her sodden core. He kissed the blonde wisps. His lips pressed into her mound. Nearing her slit, he traced its sappy borders. Up and down he went, pushing them apart. When she opened, he stuck his tongue into her moist cunthole.
"Yes," she sobbed. After sinking into her snatch, he slurped its quivering walls. His grunt of satisfaction was heard above the liquid sounds he occasioned. Her fingers combed his light brown hair. She fitted herself to that thirsty mouth, urging him to drink.
Peter displayed a fierce appetite for pussy.
Using her fingers, she opened her cunt for his hungry tongue. He stabbed eagerly at the wet flesh, pushing into her juicy snatch, then withdrawing so he could lash her throbbing button. His spittle rinsed over her pink, pulsating flesh. She trembled at each consecutive sweep.
"Mmmmm," he growled into her wet pussy.
She threw her head back and sighed. "Eat me, baby. Lick my pussy. Suck my clit."
Her cunt came alive beneath his expert whips. He dove into her warm, slick channel, then pulled out to attend her clit.
Margo swiveled around his face, obtaining joy at every turn. Peter proved imaginative with his tongue. Moaning, she hugged herself to those sucking lips. He drew powerfully from her cunt, extracting its seepage. Her rhythm intensified as he licked her faster and harder.
She came with a jerk. She held him firmly to her convulsing snatch. The pleasure was unprecedented. She cleaved to him, gulping air. She received a jolt, right down to her toes.
Afterward, Margo began removing his clothes. She smiled as he revealed his naked body to her. Though somewhat underweight, he had cords of muscle. She trailed her fingertips over his firm, manly contours. After unbelting his pants, she stared at his cock with admiration. "It's gorgeous," she whispered. He easily measured ten inches. She trembled in anticipation, knowing it would reach where no man had gone before.
Peter was quite eager for her to work on him. He stood with his feet boldly apart, his cock bridging at her. His bulbous head felt like velvet as it brushed her hand.
Margo manipulated his shaft. The heat he generated compared with a furnace. He was hot to the touch. She stroked him, watching his bloated crown take on a purplish hue. Peter throbbed in her grip. His dick protruded from either side of her fist.
Peter shut his eyes. His jaw dropped. "Oh, yeah. Play with my cock."
While pulling on him, she dropped to her knees. His thing glared an angry color, inches from her face. A drop of white goo trickled from his tip. Margo let out her tongue to collect that sample. The second she daubed it, he groaned aloud. That salty residue immediately dissolved. She licked her lips, then began blowing warm air onto his sensitive skin. She lapped his head with her tongue, darting at the tiny hole. Traveling his length in a prolonged slurp, she arrived with a flourish at his base.
Peter's fists shook at his sides. His knuckles turned white. She heard his sharp intake as she tasted more of him. Peter, she recalled, loved to be orally caressed.
She blew warm air onto his balls, then kissed each one. Tonguing his sac, she kissed them harder. Peter's breathing was far from normal. He rocked on his heels, subject to the swirl of her tongue. His eyes rolled into their sockets when she sucked his balls into her mouth. She held them for a long time, running her tongue in small circles against the hot flesh.
"You're driving me out of my mind," he croaked.
When his words became indistinguishable, she pulled away. She wriggled her way to his top. Holding his cock, she pursed her lips above the domed head. She looked up at him and smiled, then encompassed him with her mouth.
"Yes," he groaned. "Jesus. Yes." He observed his dick moving in and out of that red ring. He described it as such later, over a cigarette. Employing graphic terms was his method of returning Margo into the appropriate frame. He mentioned never having seen such a beautiful pair of lips wrapped around his cock before. He further remarked that she was good-very good. Few women had been able to take his full length into their throat.
Margo closed her eyes and obtained a real taste of him. She almost smiled as the thick, slick head of his pole glided past her lips and tongue.
Her lips enveloped the width of his organ with greedy want. He touched the back of her throat. The musky, animal scent of his cock drove her wild. Eating his succulent meat made her wet.
She groaned with ecstasy as she sucked his bone. As she tasted the first drops of pre-seminal fluid from his magnificent member, her body writhed and undulated with joy.
"It's good, isn't it?" he whispered, settling into the chair and observing the feast she made of his cock. "You love it, don't you?" Her tongue revolved about the plump head, layering him with bubbly saliva. She thrashed his muscled thighs with her blonde mane. "Oh, yeah. Keep sucking it. Suck out the best part of me."
While consuming enormous quantities of him, Margo tweaked her nipples. Going down on that monster stimulated her every cell. Excitement beamed from her tight pussy to her swollen nubs. She palmed her sensitive tits, then swept to her tingling mound. Although the size of Peter's thing required both her hands, she snuck a finger to her clit and enjoyed a brief jiggle.
Peter valued the attention she spent on his hot hard-on. The blood in his body, he informed her when they basked together in that delicious afterglow, had boiled with pleasure. Seeing her worship it with her mouth and hands elevated the experience for him.
Margo moaned, taking his vast length down her throat. Her lips rolled over him, leaving foamy drool. In glancing at him, she regarded his glazed look. Her sucking catapulted him to another world.
"Let's fuck," he said after a few minutes, when he reclaimed a measure of coherence. He had desperately wanted to plant his hot steel between her legs-to feel her long, lean thighs wrapped around his back. He recounted that while puffing on his cigarette and stroking her orgasm-ravaged body much later.
Her mouth widened and disgorged his cock. Peter groaned as his spittle-covered member swayed in the air without benefit of those massaging lips or that serpentine tip. Margo got on her back, making her nude self available to him. She was essentially perfect. Her legs were long and lean, and the mounds of her breasts rose and fell with incredible firmness as she breathed.
Peter climbed onto Margo and kissed her flesh. He tongued the nape of her neck, worked his way to her nipples and then down the silken patch of her cunt.
"Oh, God," Margo sobbed, eager to have him. Her pussy screamed for that big cock.
She spread her legs and rubbed herself while he knelt between her thighs. Gyrating slowly, she moaned in preparation of receiving him. He lowered himself onto her sex-starved body. His dick pulsated against her stomach, emitting heat. Clasping him, she guided him to her cunt. Before stuffing him into that juicy center, she rubbed his head against her clit. She retained him there for several pounding seconds before sliding that knob to her slick passage. He eased into her snatch. She held her breath as he entered her all the way.
"Ohhhh," she cried out after his balls met her unfurled pussy. "It's so big. There's so much to take. Ohhhh."
He shafted her slowly, building his momentum as he went. With each thrust, she hungrily responded. That huge thing had a tonic effect. Depriving herself of sex for several months had not been wise. Her snatch voraciously absorbed him. Soon, their bellies slapped wildly together.
Peter fucked her quite a while before she withdrew. She pushed him away, then gestured for him to assume a supine position. His cock, throbbing and pulsating, lay against his belly. She licked his staff and sucked his balls. The taste of her pussy on him aroused her. His face rolled from side to side as she cleaned him of her juices.
"Get on top of me," he groaned. "I can't stand it. I'm going to explode."
Margo straddled him, revealing her gorgeous cunt. She pulled open her labia. Her pink slit trickled with moisture. Gripping him by the base, she held his cock and arranged him for entry. The furious head pulsated against her slit. She aligned herself and sat on him.
She threw her head back and dragged air into her lungs as his long dick went high in her snatch. Peter pierced her most distant region. Writhing on him, she reached behind and caressed his balls.
"Christ," he gasped while she played with his sac. Her feathery touch caused him to twist beneath her. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
She lifted and dropped herself on his lap. He stabbed into that delicate zone, precipitating her guttural cries. She sank on him, gritting her teeth. Peter was like bone, jammed in her cunt. She rode him in luxury.
He groaned in bliss. His cock, he later claimed, felt like a lightening rod, sizzling with electric energy, hot and bright. He wanted Margo to stay on her mount, riding him to the ends of the earth.
He collapsed backward, bringing her with him. "Oh, my God," she moaned. He fucked her with hard, penetrating strokes of his thing. Their bodies writhed and twisted together.
He completely filled her cuntal cavity with his meat, with that piece of manliness and virility. He fucked her like she had never been fucked before-leaving no nerve, no muscle, no cell unsatisfied.
Sweat flowed from every pore of their skins. As he plunged into her, her body quivered and quaked in sweet fulfillment.
Suddenly, his muscles became rock-hard and shook violently with sexual tension. His body resembled a quivering mass of oozing lust. She could feel, with her pussy, the rumbling of orgasm. She climaxed on that rigid monster, unable to delay her pleasure a second longer. She vented her pleasure, letting it reverberate throughout the apartment.
His male seed roared from his shaft, splashing inside her cunt. She whimpered as his steaming jism gushed into her, filling her completely. His sticky cum oozed out of her sex hole and down the crack between her ass cheeks. When raising herself from him, the rest of his goo leaked on his stomach.
She stroked her tender pussy while watching him thrash. Peter had totally revived her sexual thirst.
Her mind returned to the present, where she sat sipping coffee. That page of her personal history retained its sizzling impact. She and Peter enjoyed a brief, but satisfying affair. They never attached promises to their relationship. Neither yearned for commitment. At the infancy of their careers, neither wanted the complication of serious involvement. They realized that an opportunity could materialize that would send one of them packing for parts unknown.
Their romance had lasted only a year. Margo attributed its brevity not to favorable circumstances, but deception.
Looking at his handsome face, aged fifteen years, she remembered when it accelerated her pulse. Except for a few distinguishing lines around the eyes and mouth, Peter appeared to have weathered the ravages of time.
"You've never forgiven me, have you?" he quietly said.
"Forgiven you?" she echoed.
"I can read it from your expression. Part of you refuses to relinquish the disappointment."
Margo sighed. "It happened so long ago. I haven't given it much thought."
"But seeing me awakens the event. You've had a chance to dust away the cobwebs and recall the hurt you experienced."
"What became of those pictures?" she asked, after taking a breath.
"Sealed in a vault somewhere, I suppose. Mr. Morrow paid handsomely for them." He perceived her disgust in broaching the topic. "I was young and stupid at the time, Margo-and quite poor, if you probe your memory."
"It doesn't matter. I've let go of the incident. I harbor no resentment."
"Are you sure?" he pressed.
Margo disliked dredging up that unpleasant episode. After several months of her casual involvement with Peter, she became attracted to a wealthy and married British businessman, Gary Morrow, twenty years her senior and of moral repute. Although she made every attempt to conceal their affair, Peter uncovered it. Not only did he trail her on their secret rendezvous, but he took reams of film. Initially, he intended to sell the scandal-provoking photographs to every tabloid in Europe, but realized he could parlay them into a fortune by blackmailing Morrow. "It belongs to the past, Peter," she said, shaking her head. "What's done was done."
He thoughtfully sipped his coffee. "You abruptly left England, leaving no forwarding address."
"I had no wish to see you ever again."
"I regret my behavior, Margo. I was young and foolish. Greed dominated me during those years. Surely, you recognize that. I shared with you my upbringing, in which I essentially grew up in poverty. I placed a steep value on money."
"Why is it important that I officially bury the hatchet?" she asked.
He placed his hand over hers. "I'd like to see you again. I'm older and wiser. I admit, it was an impulsive mistake. I've learned money isn't everything."
Margo removed her hand. Although she was careful not to let it register, Peter still gave her a delicious jolt. It was difficult to block that year of incredible sex. He had been a superb lover.
"What can I do to make amends?" he asked. "I'd like us to start over."
"I don't want to get reinvolved. I see no point in it. I wouldn't mind staying friends, but desire nothing greater."
"If regaining your friendship is the most I can hope for, then I consider myself lucky." He took her hand and pressed it to his mouth. "Please don't blame me if I continue trying to change your mind. You're still a very beautiful woman, Margo."
Though externally cool, she was conscious of a small fire burning inside.
CHAPTER THREE
Nancy Hoffmann looked in on her husband. Rick had been reading transcripts and depositions for nearly three hours. Paper cluttered the desk in his study. "Are you sure you don't mind my running over to Joyce's house for a few hours, honey?"
He rubbed his eyes, arched his back and cracked his knuckles. "You might as well. I'm buried. There's no reason to hang around here and be bored."
"It's only bridge-and gossip," she added with a giggle.
He grinned. "Why should I deprive you of those things if they make you happy?"
She gave him a peck on the lips.
Rick's arms circled her. Nancy broke off the kiss before his tongue entered her mouth. "Hey. I could do with a little more of that."
She waved a finger. "I wouldn't want to interfere with the wheels of justice."
Rick looked wearily at her. Nancy's response was hopelessly predictable. He was resigned to his wife's apathy for sex. She was incapable of summoning passion. Even at the start of their marriage, she failed to shed her deep-seated inhibitions. She never seemed comfortable in bed, unmistakably isolating her thoughts from the act. "Have fun." Nancy bid him farewell, stopped at the full-length mirror in the hall and checked her appearance. Nancy exemplified the fashionable wife of a young attorney. An attractive blonde in her mid-twenties, she adhered to every trend, read every book on the bestseller list and shopped religiously at Saks Fifth Avenue. Her use of jewelry was restricted to pearls or gold rings and chains. Nancy believed in controlling the amount of flash. She tended to drape her slinky body in outfits that hid some over her curvaceousness.
Deciding she was suitably attired, Nancy gave the nod to her reflection and strode out the door. Upon leaving the elevator, her step automatically quickened through the lobby. The doorman to her building received a courteous but fast smile. Her heart began pounding as she signaled a cab. Once inside, she gave the driver an address that was not Joyce's.
The thrill of deception brought adrenaline.
Beneath the eerie glow of streetlamps she whisked to a separate destination. Her husband had no knowledge of the clandestine trysts in which she engaged. She invented simple card games, shopping sprees-whatever flew as an acceptable alibi.
The ride was mercifully short. Although young and healthy, Nancy had no tolerance for waiting. She longed to leap into her lover's arms and submit totally, without hesitation.
Nancy paid a generous tip, then entered the building. She announced herself as the agreed-upon fictitious name to the doorman, who verified it with the person she wished to see. He never once questioned her identity. Nancy went to the elevator station, then the desired floor.
The door was ajar as she made her approach. Her heart beat to a staccato rhythm. Nancy took a deep breath, attempted to compose herself, then proceeded inside. The second she saw her lover, lust overcame her.
"God," she said, embracing Margo Chandler. "I really need you tonight."
"You're shaking."
"It's always like this ... before we meet." Nancy luxuriated over Margo's soothing touch. Even more, she treasured those large, jutting breasts pressed against her. Margo had donned a thong camisole and a pair of long white gloves to commemorate her visit. The woman catered to her fantasies. She knew precisely what to wear. Her style of dress invariably hastened her pulse.
Margo took control. Those cultured fingers fluttered down her back, then clasped her buttocks. Her squeeze elicited a sob from Nancy. "Relax. You're here, with me. How much time do we have?"
"Rick is working on a big case. I suppose several hours."
"Good. Let's get in bed."
Nancy's knees almost failed her. Margo's draped arm offered minimal support. Her panties had grown damp from cunt seepage. Mentally digesting Margo's outfit replenished the moisture between her legs. Margo, no doubt, would clean that excess.
Jesus, Nancy thought, Margo was captivating. The corset enriched her sensuality. She wanted to personally remove it from her voluptuous body-perhaps with her teeth, if necessary. Getting at those sugar-coated nipples were of vital importance. Walking became a daunting effort. She sluggishly moved her feet, one in front of the other.
Sensing Nancy's clambering need, Margo halted just outside her bedroom. Restlessness was written all over the young woman's face. She brushed her lips, offering a hint of tongue. Nancy moaned. The least gesture accentuated her arousal.
Rick Hoffmann confided that his wife was incurably frigid. Margo shook her head. Frigidity was an incorrect determination. Nancy's sexual orientation made them incompatible. She craved female flesh-not male. She had no appetite for cock.
She also preferred an older, seasoned partner. Women ten and twenty years her senior were usually chosen. Nancy thirsted for maternal companions. In Margo, she found all the crucial elements. Her age and allure pronounced her the perfect candidate. Nancy once labeled her as such after a gratifying session.
Nancy cupped the back of Margo's head and steered her lips to her mouth. Immediately, her tongue sought that warm harbor. Margo relished the quiver of her young, firm body. Nancy's tits abutted hers. Locked to her, Margo sighed. She ran her hands down her back, then framed Nancy's superb ass. Nancy let out a delighted squeal at her stimulating grip. In response, she ground herself to Margo.
"Oh, God," Margo whimpered from that tingling rush. She rubbed against that warm, demanding mound. Excitement gripped her pussy. She longed to feel the rest of her silk skin. "Take everything off. I want you naked, baby."
Nancy eagerly complied. Margo unzipped the back of her dress. Twisting her shoulders, she let it shimmy down the length of her body. The buxom figure Margo intimately knew gradually revealed itself. Her mouth watered at the sight of that young, vibrant flesh. She wore a transparent bra through which rock-hard nipples projected. Nancy's dress continued its descent, exposing her tiny waist. Margo skimmed the flat of her stomach, then traced the dip of her matching diaphanous bottoms. Blonde fur curled behind the gauzy panel. The scent of wet pussy reached her nostrils.
Margo purred with delight. Nancy wore underwear expressly designed for her. In addition to being her lover, she happened to be one of her best customers. Nancy wielded tremendous influence among her friends, who were the wives of affluent businessmen and frequented Margo's shop. Nancy's group alone represented a significant percentage of her income.
Margo did not feel compelled to service Nancy. She induced her to sneak off to her antique-furnished dwelling for a taste of the forbidden. Margo had long ceased distinguishing between the sexes for the sake of obtaining pleasure. She occasionally fancied the thrill of another woman.
Nancy was a unique departure from the various interludes in which she embarked. Not only did she physically enjoy her, but her husband Rick as well. Neither, to her knowledge, was aware of the other's cheating. She sometimes wondered what Rick would say or think if she admitted to carrying on with his wife.-likewise, she speculated whether Nancy would be intolerant of her duplicity. In a quandary over both, she elected to say nothing.
Margo wasn't keen on being in the middle. Neither of the Hoffmanns originally gave her an option. She'd been separately seduced by them.
Rick had approached her at a private lingerie party she arranged at the Hoffmann home. She had been in the middle of making a telephone call in another room when he entered, unzipped and stuck himself in her mouth. Overwhelmed by an unspoken attraction for him, she complied. Two days later, he fucked her in the backroom of her shop. She had protested up until the point he whipped it out and had her pinned to a table. The addictive joy she experienced when he penetrated her brought resignation.
Nancy came to her without warning. The young woman claimed to be upset over concluding her husband's infidelity. Margo was uncertain up until Nancy flung herself into her arms who she suspected was the culprit. Nancy's hysteria dramatically evolved into unrestrained lust. Margo, ill-equipped to deal with her sexually frustrated customer, merely submitted. Since that night, Nancy paid her frequent calls. Margo wasn't the least hassled by them. Needless to say, Nancy never again uttered a word about Rick's infractions. Margo interpreted her abandoned complaint at not having to please an insatiable husband as fortuitous.
Easing off the transparent bra, Margo exposed Nancy's ripe nipples. Her lips instantly went over them. Nancy moaned at the stirring revolutions of her tongue, punctuated by soft sucking. Shivering, she rubbed her crotch against Margo. That damp friction caused her perfumed scent to waft.
"Oh, Margo-yes. Lick both of them, please."
Nancy's nubs were candy-flavored. She apparently had bathed in fruit-laced bath salts prior to her sojourn. Leisurely pulling on them, Margo savored their spice.
Margo dragged Nancy into bed with her. The young woman gladly obeyed her urgent tug. They tumbled onto the king-sized mattress fitted with silk sheets. The exquisite texture against her skin sharpened her appetite. She sucked Nancy's tits with renewed vigor. Nancy writhed against her, yielding to the lavish curlicues.
"Oh, God. Yes, Margo. Ohhhhhhh." Nancy groped her partner's mound. She squeezed until her palm became moist. Margo strongly responded to her ardent clasp. She pressed into the tender spot, then rotated her thumb.
Margo's lips rose from her nipple. Nancy clenched her teeth as hot drool coursed into her cleavage. Margo's tongue served as a barometer, measuring the disturbance in her body. It knew precisely how fast she wished her to go, or what method of stimulation to use.
Margo stretched her trim body to access the drawer of her nightstand. She retrieved a battery-operated vibrator. The hum almost seemed harmonious after she flicked the switch. She lowered its oscillating tip onto Nancy's sensitive breasts. Instantly, she squirmed.
"Ohhhh," she sighed. "Yes. That feels good."
Margo watched the last vestige of anxiety dissolve from Nancy's countenance. The vibrator had a tonic effect. She circulated its agreeable pulse to critical areas. She bordered those saliva-drenched nipples, then traveled across her navel and got excruciatingly close to her pussy. Margo outlined her pubic patch, observant to Nancy's facial cast. The young woman gyrated her hips, petitioning her to continue south.
"I love it," Nancy moaned. "More. Ohhhh. Please, don't stop."
Margo didn't have the slightest intention. Nancy's pleasure blossomed. While she navigated that buzzing tip, Nancy stroked her. She exuded a gentle caress, fluttering over her thighs and stomach. Her pussy became juicy from her delicate touch. Margo shifted, oozing with desire.
The plastic phallus deliberately missed Nancy's crotch and went down her thigh. Its gyrations had her totally inflamed. She trembled with want.
"I want to lick you, Margo," she pleaded.
"Not yet." Margo's lips came down on her mouth. Her tongue descended into Nancy's warmth. Nancy moaned and began hugging herself to the older woman's body. Before she could successfully wrap her legs around her, Margo applied the vibrating tip to her snatch.
"Ohhhhhhh," Nancy squealed. She twisted beneath its jittery assault. Margo centered on her clit, feeding her direct stimulation. A profusion of cunt leakage resulted from its relentless eddy.
"Mmmmm." Margo subjected Nancy to her sweeping tongue. The additional excitation bombarded her senses. Nancy surrendered to the vibrator's unswerving path. Although her hips jerked, she received the electric current Margo dispensed. She loved watching the young woman shake. She also loved the pungent aroma that developed between those sleek legs.
Without warning, Margo discarded the vibrator and covered Nancy's quivering form with her own. She bore down on Nancy's aggravated mound, then ground against it.
"Oh, God," Nancy whimpered, not ready for that tantalizing friction. "Ohhhh."
Margo's pussy was on fire. She plodded against Nancy's sodden cunt, urging her to cum. A tingling shower besieged her clit. Margo gasped from the delicious onslaught. She rubbed herself to Nancy, generating sparks.
The young woman undulated, pressing into her. Digging her heels into the mattress, she heatedly thrashed against Margo.
"Oh, Margo," Nancy whimpered from that groin massage, "keep going. Yes. I'm going to cum."
Their crushing exertions were equivalent to a dry hump. Pleasure swelled through Margo. She dragged her pussy back and forth over that tremulous mound. Nancy's heat permeated her loins. The preliminary step with the vibrator kindled a fire in her pussy. Margo scraped her crotch, bringing those flames to full combustion.
Nancy's fingers sank into Margo's shoulders. She gritted her teeth. "Ohhhh. I'm cumming. Oh, God. I can't take anymore. Ohhhh."
Margo climaxed against that spasming mound. She shut her eyes and clutched Nancy's seizure-ridden flesh. Exhaling sharply, she relished the satisfying release the young woman afforded her.
When Nancy's contractions abated, she trailed kisses from her soft lips to her sweat-sprinkled breasts and down her quivering stomach. Margo licked the salty drops that settled in Nancy's navel.
"Ohhhh," Nancy sobbed, rolling her head from side to side. She involuntarily clawed the silk sheets. "Yes."
Smiling, Margo slipped the sheer panties over Nancy's thighs. The bouquet of wet pussy caressed her senses. She inhaled the damp ringlets. Mmmmm. She could smell the remainder of Nancy's explosive orgasm. She made her cum nicely.
Nancy weakly shifted on her back. Ecstasy rippled through her ravaged body. She shivered from Margo's silky breath. What sped her pulse with a vengeance was the removal of her panties. Her pussy had no protection from Margo's disarming exhalations. In her dream-like swoon, she wasn't the least prepared when Margo's tongue slid into her moist groove, then descended into her cunt.
"Oh, Margo," she cried, her heart pounding. She threw back her head while Margo wiggled into her sodden recesses. Nancy had no defense from her joyful stab.
Margo immobilized those snapping hips, then plunged fully into her snatch. She drank the sugary outcome of Nancy's screaming climax. Mmmmm. Her candied syrup flowed down her throat. She explored the hot, clutching squish with her sinuous tip. The more she twisted, the louder Nancy's shrieks.
Nancy came alive under Margo's oral skill. She curved her body, determined to reciprocate. The bottom of Margo's camisole thong swam into view. She separated her tanned thighs, then pushed aside the fabric that sheltered her pussy. Blonde fur emerged, framing a pair of sopping lips. Unable to check her appetite, Nancy sank upon that pink flesh.
Margo's eyes rolled upward as Nancy's tongue penetrated her. Briefly, her lips lost their grip on the young woman's pussy. "Ohhhh."
Nancy fed upon her honey supply. Margo's snatch was pure confection. She sucked greedily, downing the juices she seeped from her molten core.
Margo frantically reattached herself. The flow of Nancy's liquefied excitement resumed. She divided her slippery folds, then dove to their heart. Nancy vibrated against her drilling tongue. She countered Margo's slurps with her own.
Nancy's tongue made Margo weep. She experienced her buoyant fervor in every lap. Ohhhh. Margo spread her legs wider to receive that enthusiastic wiggle. She stuck her twenty-five-year-old tongue into her pussy and gave it kittenish affection. Nancy drank the nectar from her forty-three-year-old snatch.
Margo, in turn, imbibed the sap found in the young woman's loins. Mmmmm. Nancy squealed as she washed her clit in hot saliva.
The women sucked each other until orgasm was their sole recourse. Margo's convulsing flesh slapped Nancy's face. Nancy creamed in Margo's thirsty expression. They collapsed, struggling for air, a tangle of sweltering flesh.
Margo could taste, as well as feel, Nancy's contractions. She cleaned her inner folds, licking the sugary film from those pink lips. Nancy moaned as Margo dipped into her cunt, removing the glistening excess.
As usual, Nancy floated into Margo's arms. She buried herself in Margo's nape, then worked her way up to her mouth. "I love you," she whispered in her ear.
Margo winced. Such confessions bothered her. "You don't really love me, darling. You love what we do in bed."
"No. I'm truly in love with you. I've never felt that way about another human being."
"Not even your husband?"
Nancy shook her head. "I'm fond of him, but that's the extent. I don't enjoy when he touches me. I honestly wish he wouldn't. I'm forced to fake my pleasure." She brushed Margo with her lips. "What we have is genuine. There's no pretending."
Margo thought about how tremendously Rick pleased her. She couldn't understand Nancy's aversion to cock. "He's a very handsome man. I'm sure, if given the chance, he could arouse you to a like degree."
"I have no interest in him. Let other women have him. I hope he has affairs. It would be a relief to know beyond a shadow of a doubt someone is attending his needs. Just because I'm unwilling to satisfy him doesn't mean he should be deprived."
Margo smiled wanly. If she only knew.
"In the meantime, we're together, darling," Nancy said, picking up the vibrator. "You're everything I want."
Margo was flattered she was the young woman's sex object. Nancy was extremely attractive. It probably bothered Rick to have a stunning wife who neglected him in bed.
"By the way, I'm going to give another lingerie party," she said, lowering the vibrator to Margo's nipples. "I'm inviting all my friends. No doubt, they'll place huge orders with you."
The palpitations she fed her caused Margo to purr. "You've been very generous, Nancy. The business you've brought me has been most appreciated."
"I'm going to continue supplying you with customers," she said, weaving toward her clit. "I'll do anything to make you happy-and keep you mine."
Margo shivered beneath the vibrator's swirls. Her lips parted as she concentrated on her inflamed button. Her hips moved, yet she couldn't escape its whirring splendor. "Ohhhh."
Nancy writhed on top of her. "Do you like the way that feels?"
"Oh, God."
Nancy left no section unexplored. "We still have a few hours, darling. Let's make the most of them."
"Ohhhh."
Margo fixed herself some tea shortly after Nancy departure. The insanity of kicking over the traces with both the Hoffmanns bothered her. They came to her, hungry for pleasure. She did not solicit their young flesh, yet they demanded hers.
More than once, she contemplating ending the individual affairs. Regardless of the repercussions, she deplored chicanery. She had seen too much of it during the course of her existence.
A soft knock sounded at her door. She wondered if Nancy had left something behind, such as her purse or house keys. She strode to the door with a sigh. Her life was fraught with complication. She tired of the lurid nature of those relationships.
Nobody could be seen through the spyglass. She swung open the door, glancing down the hall. It was completely empty.
On the floor, however, she found something that numbed her senses. A single tiger lily lay on the carpet. She picked it up and sniffed its freshness.
A light brightened in the back of her mind. Only one person knew of her love for that particular flower. Only one person had gifted her with them.
Henri Lanchon-the man she was suppose to marry more than twenty years ago.
"Henri?" Margo called out into the vacant hall. "Henri, are you there? Show yourself to me."
Her summons went unanswered. After a moment, she closed the door.
A chill went through her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Francesca Lanchon lit a cigarette prior to opening the envelope sent to her. She took a refreshing drag of menthol and nicotine. Others deemed the habit hazardous, yet she couldn't resist it. Francesca had always formed a separate opinion and catered to her most profound whim-despite the repercussions.
She considered an incident in her recent past, in which she nearly submitted to a murderous impulse. The thought of going to prison, perhaps receiving the death penalty, made no impact on her conscience.
Envisioning the disappointed expression of her brother, Henri, had.
Francesca had achieved sobriety before pulling the trigger. Ending Margo Chandler's life held poetic sweetness. The slut deserved no mercy-not for the pain she caused. She would never forgive that bitch for deserting her beloved brother twenty years ago.
Henri had had an industrious career as a designer before coming in contact with that mercenary woman. He could have gone on to enjoy perpetual fame. Margo led him astray. She feigned ecstasy in his company, steered him the altar, then abandoned him. The humiliation he endured among the wedding guests had been inexcusable.
Francesca shook her head in disgust. Henri, unable to stanch his desire, continued to love and lust for Margo. He made a secret of discovering her in Chicago. He launched a private tailoring business while covertly observing her. Aware of his sister's bitter loathing, he refrained from enlightening Francesca of Margo's whereabouts. He must have suspected her thirst for revenge. When Francesca uncovered the truth and made her way to Chicago, Henri swiftly acted. He vacated his small apartment on the North side of Chicago, closed his store and went into hiding.
Initially, Francesca wondered if Henri would risk revealing himself to Margo and warn her. Francesca took the precaution of disguising herself and adopting the guise of a routine customer. Margo had been completely fooled. The masquerade went successfully, even at the point when Francesca, brandishing a revolver, unmasked herself. Francesca savored her surprise.
Her revenge had not been consummated. Margo cleverly pointed out that Henri would reject his sister should she carry out her bloodthirsty attempt. Losing bravado, she fled the scene.
Francesca might have lost her appetite for homicide, but not retaliation. Margo would be punished. The penalty Francesca intended to exact would include the crumbling of her lingerie empire and, therefore, her vast fortune, in addition to the alienation of her dearest friends. After she finished with her, nobody would ever again love nor want Margo Chandler. Francesca meant for her to pay dearly for hurting her brother.
She returned her tresses to their natural red. The contact lenses she wore that converted her pupils from brown to blue had been discarded. Francesca had no need for camouflage. Her alter ego, Juliet Sorbino, had outlived its usefulness.
After taking a fresh puff of her cigarette, she set it in the ashtray and opened the envelope. Inside were color photographs of varying quality. All featured Margo with two of her recent lovers.
Francesca's lips curved. The stylishly decadent Margo Chandler had taken on a wife and husband, alternating pleasing them. Neither Rick nor Nancy Hoffmann was alert to her trickery. Only a woman of moral looseness could pull of such a sham.
She carefully examined each picture. The photographer she hired had done a commendable job. Naturally, he'd been in the business of photographing indiscretion for many years. His lens had been leveled at the faces and undraped flesh of the richest philanderers in the world. His work was topnotch. She was glad to have acted on the recommendation furnished her.
The toilet flushed in the background. A second later, the door opened. A tall, brown-haired man emerged, tossing her a curious look. Jeff Gould, thirty-eight and ruggedly handsome, stepped into the light. "Well, are they suitable?" he asked in a crisp British accent.
"But of course. In fact, they're splendid. You're well worth the extra hundred pounds I'm paying you." She gazed at his attractive face. Jeff was a bit on the gaunt side, yet was rakishly sexy. Illicit thoughts swam through her head. "Tell me. Did the work excite you? Did you find Margo Chandler delicious to photograph?"
Jeff Gould maintained an emotionless front. "I've seen a great many women remarkably like Miss Chandler in compromising situations."
"Is that so?" she purred, grazing his thigh. "None of your assignments have aroused you?"
He watched her finger inch toward his crotch. "I didn't say that."
She watched him grow in his pants. Jeff sported an awesome bulge. She traced the outline of his large cock with her nail. His male heat strongly emanated. "Did any of your subjects throw herself at you when you revealed the provocative snapshots you took?" He nodded.
She stroked the virtual bone he vaunted. "Did you bargain with them?"
"Naturally." He made no effort to recede from her flammable touch.
Francesca's lips took on a wicked slant. At forty-six, she occasionally enjoyed a man. Her habit of focusing upon her goals, such as striking back at Margo Chandler, consumed her attention. When encountering a wonderfully equipped man, however, she managed to remember she was of the female persuasion.
She unbuttoned his jeans, then attacked his zipper with relish. Jeff remained calm throughout the ordeal. She concentrated on those dark pupils, brandishing a frank look. Excitement bubbled in her pussy. Jeff represented a sumptuous package. The solid roll protruding from his groin whet her appetite.
"Do you like older women?" she mused.
"I consider them a delicacy. Most come with the best experience."
She yanked his jeans down and observed the sizable swell. His briefs strained to imprison that manly piece of equipment. The heavy vein of his underside protruded. His balls similarly bulged through the cotton barrier.
Francesca hooked his waistband with her thumbs, then peeled them over his hips. A cock swung out at her, resembling an enormous club. For such a lank man, Jeff boasted equine dimensions. The knob of his dick would take some skill to consume. His length seemed too insurmountable to down.
Francesca, however, was unfazed by his measurements. She had bedded many lovers, all of assorted dimensions. None presented a problem.
Jeff stood with his feet firmly set apart, ready to receive her scalding lips. The roguishly handsome photographer was obviously accustomed to being fussed over. He seemed amused to have her in awe.
Francesca smirked. She was going to make that monster disappear.
She licked the tip of his beautiful cock. She kissed him there while holding the base. Up and down his manly span she went, distributing sloppy pecks. She lashed the branching veins, all of which formed a detailed roadmap. Her tongue sloshed across his flesh. Mmmmm. Her lips brushed his velvet skin. She coated him with foamy love.
"Yeah," he muttered, swaying. She saw his throat muscles function. His eyes closed and chin went high. "Yeah."
She covered his dick with burning kisses. He swelled against her tugging lips. She moved up and down his shaft with her lazy tongue. She licked his cockhead, working it into a fine frenzy. Moistening the narrow aperture, she sampled the beginnings of his jism. His milky residue trickled onto her serpentine tip.
Jeff, stripped of composure, took aim and went into her mouth. Francesca sucked him hard, her blue eyes dull with lust. He filled her oral cavity, coasting along that vibrant tongue.
"Take me to the root," he gasped. "Take it all the way. Oh, yeah."
She wrapped her lips about that monster and drew powerfully on him. She sucked until his creamy essence caressed her palate. Jeff leaked onto her tongue. Her sucks ferociously stimulated him. The ooze taken from his throbbing member dissolved on her thrashing tip.
Jeff manually roamed her body. Her fingers went over her tits. Francesca had on a bodysuit that opened at his feverish insistence. He fingered her nipples, making the buds rise. His palms rotated over those burgeoning pebbles. He held them with his forefinger and thumb, twisting them gently. She groaned against his trapped flesh.
He grunted, sliding back and forth on that wiggling tongue. Her teeth grazed his rock-hard thing. As Francesca took him down her throat, his pulse quickened. He slid in and out of that baking warmth, dripping with saliva. A hot, tingling weakness began building in his loins. He climbed with the sensation, thrusting, letting those grasping lips expedite his journey.
"Yeah," he groaned, pumping her face. "Yeah."
Francesca closed in for that strong length of cock flying at her. As soon as the heat of her mouth engulfed him and her tongue slapped him with warm saliva, his rod was like steel. She looked up at him and digested the expression of ecstasy on his face while sucking him. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, holding his dick at an angle, and plunged down on him.
"Take me whole," Jeff groaned. His balls slapped her chin, punctuating his grunts. It mattered little that the woman hired him as an independent contractor to perform a job of a sensitive nature. She had taken him to the edge, and he let her know it with every push. "Eat that thing. Suck it good. Oh, yeah. Suck that dick."
Francesca downed him, burying herself up to the nose in his bristly pubic hair while stuffing her throat with cock meat. She mashed him with her lips. Her tongue never ceased tormenting the veins of his shaft.
She sucked his cock with a steady vacuuming action. He was a mere spasm away from a full, jism-pumping climax. Jeff climbed the ladder of orgasmic triumph. His balls swelled up with cum while she patiently drew of his cockhead. Just as the first drops of goo trickled onto her full, red lips, she clamped two fingers at the base of his balls.
Jeff groaned. Christ, she was going to take it-all of it. He could feel the yank of those lips, and the jism in his balls responding to their command. "Yeah. I want you to drink it. Come get it, baby. Come get it."
Francesca devoured him in entirety. Except for cum-saturated balls that pressed against her mouth, she totally swallowed him. Her sucking lips taxed his will power to the limit.
Mmmmm. Francesca loved the taste of his skin. Hungrily, she did his cock. She produced wet sounds as his thing crammed through her soft lips. Saliva dripped down her chin and fell onto her tits. The sense of him about to explode filled her mouth.
Jeff groaned, then thrust with abandon into her face. "I'm going to jizz."
Francesca invited him to explode at will. She wanted to gulp his hot, creamy fluid. She enjoyed the taste. She specifically loved all that youthful urgency grinding against her pursed lips.
Jeff maneuvered himself between those luscious lips. In and out he swung, letting them moistly hug him. He pushed himself to the hilt, planting his cock in that sultry expression. He fucked her mouth with unhurried strokes. Setting the pace, he pumped the insides of her cheeks.
His cock filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and moaned as he pushed it back into her throat. Her teeth lightly scraped his taut skin.
Jeff's shaking intensified. "I'm getting close, baby. So fucking close."
Her hand moved up and down his slick cock in time with her lips. The spurt of his cock surprised her. Warm jism splashed in her mouth. The intensity of his discharge left him drained.
She drank his cum. The taste of his jism ebbed in her mouth. Beads of cum surrendered to the pressure and oozed onto her tongue. He was sweet and warm, his thick fluid gushing from the aggravated slit.
"Yeah," he muttered. His chin went high as he let those squeezing lips finish him off. "Oh, yeah. Drink it. Ahhhh."
Francesca obeyed his command. She dispatched his milky fluid gulp after gulp until draining him of it. Upon lifting her lips and gazing at his sapped expression, she reveled. "Did you enjoy that?"
He nodded with his eyes closed.
"I don't often indulge myself with people I employ, but with you, I made an exception. Don't count on such an occurrence again. I may not be as charitable."
He grinned. "You seemed to imagine doing it. I could feel your interest."
"You are correct. I loved it." She caressed him with her tongue. There was still life in his cock. "If I am to give you more, you must prove your loyalty to me."
"I have been loyal to you-and honest."
"Oh? You've surrendered all the negatives you've taken?"
"But of course. They were included in the envelope."
"And you made no copies of them for later use?"
"Would I cheat you, baby?"
She sent him a glacial look. Her flirtation with him was at an end. "You had best not. If I discover you, or anybody else, have deceived me-it will be a fatal mistake."
CHAPTER FIVE
Peter Buchanan phoned Margo five times in a span of three days, trying to arrange a dinner date. Peter knew his primary objective was to dismantle the deep-seated resentment she harbored.
He could not blame her for nurturing those presumptions. Fifteen years earlier, he had betrayed her with an envelope of photographs taken on the sly. At twenty-eight, he'd developed a cockiness. Physically appealing, erotically inventive, remarkably talented-those were his calling cards. Nearly every model he snapped wanted his body-and he gladly gave it. Peter quickly became accustomed to the benefits received by his appreciative lovers. They were willing to do whatever he wished-even compromise their reputations for his profit, providing it bought them an extra roll in the feathers.
When he met Margo Chandler, Peter had been taken off guard by her sense of independence. Margo wasn't prone to taking direction from another man. She resisted domination. She also spoke little of her past.
Margo was dynamite in the sack. As a young woman, she exhibited a vigorous appetite for sex. Experimentation seemed her forte. Her libido was so abounding that she could have crossed over to women without reluctance.
Peter made an astute observation about their powerful chemistry. He realized he could easily fall for such an uninhibited woman. As a result, he resisted forming an attachment to Margo.
-likewise, she had emotionally distanced herself. She seemed disinclined to take him into her confidence, share her opinions or seek his guidance. Margo operated of her own accord. She wanted to be a fashion designer and fully concentrated on that achievement. She had no appetite for sustaining a romance. Sex was her only fuel. When her energy level ran low, she revitalized herself with a marathon of pleasure. During those rounds, she became incredibly voracious.
Peter suspected that facet of her hadn't changed one iota. At forty-three, Margo Chandler sustained her erotic magnetism. Her manner of walking, speaking and poise evoked sexual undertones. Her successful line of lingerie smacked of insatiable lust.
Sex was purely recreational. They used each other solely for release. If Peter proved unavailable when Margo needed him, she simply sought another partner. Fucking him had been a convenience, a ritual without complication.
When Peter learned Margo was having an affair with Gary Morrow, a prominent businessman in London, he became partly jealous. For over a year, he secretly craved something more from the elusive blonde who provided him unimagined pleasure. Margo was uninterested in escalating their relationship; in parallel, he professed nothing more from her. Recognizing Margo was capable of lending her feelings to another man had been a tremendous blow. He knew her intimately, but Morrow apparently was acquainted with her on an emotional basis. He wondered at which lengths Morrow was willing to go to permanently have her.
Peter commenced spying upon them. He caught them feverishly excited, in the throes of ecstasy. His camera happened to be with him. Unable to check the impulse, he took pictures of them. Rolls of film were reserved for those steamy sessions. Seeing Margo with another man, totally giving herself, excited Peter unconscionably. Her expressions during the heat of passion evoked something he couldn't describe.
Peter speculated what Gary Morrow contributed to their romance that he couldn't. Margo had never placed demands on his time, nor fidelity. She encouraged him to seek other bed mates.
Peter's initial plan was to sell the prints to various tabloids. Doing so would have accomplished two goals: exposing Morrow as a lecherous old fool, contrary to public opinion, and replenishing his badly depleted personal funds. Peter had lived beyond his means, and such extravagance came with a cost.
Greed entered the horizon. Peter elected not to settle for one payment, but to receive a stream of insurance checks. He confronted Morrow with his explosive evidence, then threatened to publicize them to his competitors and family unless he authorized ongoing payments to his bank account. Morrow, afraid of accepting his challenge, acquiesced.
Margo, unfortunately, discovered his scheme and fled England. She left no forwarding address. Morrow was devastated by her abrupt departure. Peter was equally stunned.
Ashamed, Peter surrendered the photographs and collection of negatives to Morrow and went searching for Margo. He regretted his actions and longed to explain them. Jealousy had motivated him, not greed.
He met other women during that fifteen-year interval, but none that compared to Margo. He arrived at the startling conclusion that he had been unconsciously in love with her all along.
Margo was aware of being under intense scrutiny. She accepted, after considerable thought, Peter's proposal for dinner. Running out of viable excuses and resigned to his determination, she relented.
They sat at an elegant restaurant, reviewing the menu. Margo found it difficult to focus on the entrees. Her mind continually drifted.
His betrayal fifteen years beforehand continued to haunt her. She doubted she could trust him. Peter had come close to replacing the gap Henri Lanchon left in her heart. Knowing of his penchant for straying and unwilling to enter another ill-fated relationship, she refrained from pursuing stability with Peter Buchanan.
Gary Morrow had been another matter. At fifty, he was a man of rugged beauty. His black hair had been so peppered with gray, there was almost no distinction. Margo found in him the maturity she craved in an individual. She felt safe in his arms, and terribly lonely when forced to return to her small apartment.
She asked nothing greater of Gary than his physical being. He offered her money constantly in order to launch a business, yet she refused. Money, she claimed, once nearly cost her total happiness. Had she married Henri, Margo would have been financially comfortable forever. She preferred a humble, yet honorable existence.
Gary, she recalled, had been an outstanding lover. His principal talent lay in his tongue. Gary mentioned he enjoyed nothing more than to taste her joy. He unselfishly licked her from one orgasm to the next. When she could handle not another slurp, he mounted her and finished the job. She came intensely beneath those pleasing strokes.
Her affair with Gary reached a premature end. Peter sent him a package of explicit photos featuring her and Gary. Each shot graphically represented their association, leaving nothing to speculation. Gary was shocked by the violation of his privacy, not to mention the possibility of scandal. It pained her to see him so disturbed over Peter's stunt. Gary did not deserve such shabby treatment.
Gazing into Peter's eyes fifteen years after the fact, she found it difficult to associate him with that blackmailing scoundrel.
"You haven't forgiven me," he softly spoke.
She sighed. "To some degree, I suppose I haven't. Gary Morrow was a good man."
"If it makes any difference, I never collected a penny. After you left, I was floored."
"Whether you carried your plan out or not, I've lost confidence in you. You're capable of something I deem repugnant."
Peter placed a hand over hers. "You've got to put it out of your mind, Margo. I want to wipe the slate clean and start from scratch."
His touch was highly electric. Her system remembered his potent charge.
"We wasted our youth, taking each other for granted," he went on. "Sex was a game. A quick thrill. When one gets older, he realizes the value of what he once had. I'm man enough to admit my mistakes. I was a fool."
She swallowed roughly.
"I want you, Margo," he said in a low, penetrating tone. "I'll do what's necessary to make that happen."
His thigh brushed hers under the table. More sparks results. Margo weakened. Sitting in a chair opposite him proved daunting.
"I could be wrong," he added, "but I believe it's worth the gamble. I say, deep down, you still want me, too." He leaned into her thigh, then rubbed. "Am I on target? Hmmmm?" The pressure he applied silenced her.
Peter sent her a look of raw desire. Slowly, his hand shot up. "Waiter. May I please have the check?"
"Oh, God," she sobbed. "Ohhhh."
They barely made it past the door. Their ride home was a journey interspersed with feverish fondling, French-kissing and hoarse endearments. Locked in an embrace in the elevator, Margo wondered if they would ever make it to her bed. Both seemed overheated.
Peter maneuvered her to the sofa. Margo permitted herself to be lowered to the cushions. Hungrily, he dove between her legs. His grope caused her to twist. The frilly panties she wore yielded to his urgent push. He ran a thumb along the outline of her swollen pussy lips, then gently divided them. They split apart, gushing juice. Her hard clit rose from her folds. He stroked it, evoking a whimper. Her ass cheeks tensed, her toes curled. She began to breathe much harder.
"You're beautiful," he whispered as she spurted on his finger. He lifted his juicy digit to his lips and tasted her. "Mmmmm."
Margo watched him suck his finger. He sucked it while staring at her. Using his other, he sliced into her hot squish. She closed her eyes as he sank that long, bony digit into her cunt.
After a moment, he pulled her closer. His lips grazed the base of her throat, producing a barrage of tingles. She remembered his expert tongue. He whipped her ear, making her flesh glow. His masculine scent wafted the air, luring her into compliance.
She did not try to resist him. Those hot, wanting kisses blotted out the past. Her mind was fogged.
Peter pierced her determination with his mouth. He covered her trembling lips. His tongue coaxed her into play. They darted lustfully at each other. She tasted him and moaned. Dazed, she let him suck her breath. He left her woozy.
At last, their kiss broke. "I purposely took the job in Chicago to see you," Peter confessed, clutching her flesh. "I knew I had to have you again." He jiggled her clit while speaking. "I kept hoping you'd want me, too. Is it too late, baby? Will you give me another chance?"
Margo sobbed from the sweep of his thumb. Deprived of speech, she nodded.
Frantically, she opened his shirt. She caressed the smooth planes of his chest. He was solid to the touch. "Peter," she murmured, choking with desire. The squeeze of his massive hands transported her. His mounting body heat informed her he would make her sweat and moan.
He unbuttoned her blouse using a light touch. With a flick of the finger, he unhooked her bra. Her tits popped from confinement, billowing at him in all their naked glory. Her nipples protruded thickly. He cupped one, smearing it with cunt juice, then brought it to his mouth. His feverish licks made her flesh hum.
"Oh, God," she gasped. Margo let him knead and suck her tits. She welcomed his lapping. He captured her swollen nuggets in a swirl of heat and saliva. She clasped his head to her boob, panting. "God, that feels so good. Yes, Peter. Keep doing that."
The scrape of his teeth against her nipple thrilled her. Peter was careful not to hurt her. He gave her immense pleasure. Filling his hands with her sweltering flesh, he sucked her big tits.
He tugged at her panties. In seconds, they rolled down her soft thighs. The rush of air to her naked cunt made her more horny. Peter raked through her dense thatch, snaking into her cunthole. Moaning, she oozed pussy juice on his fingers.
"Christ," he muttered, "you're wet."
Her excitement gratified him. She sank into the cushions, moaning. Reaching for her thighs, he dragged her cunt to his face. Margo knew she would cum in a second. She writhed in his grasp. His strength, however, remained firm.
"Let me taste you, baby." His voice was raw with lust.
She murmured at that first seducing slurp. Her nails sank into her palms after he made wriggling contact. It was wonderful. He covered her clit with his mouth and licked her to oblivion. The nice things about Peter hadn't changed. He knew how to work his tongue, how to make her moan. That sweet, satisfying tickle made her climb higher than she thought possible. Margo pursued it, undulating her hips.
Peter gave fantastic head, leaving her weak for more. She recalled his capacity to launch fireworks in that department. She found herself lifting her hips to meet his vibrant tip. Her clit swelled from each forceful lick.
"Mmmmm. I like that," she purred, clutching her tits. Her nipples practically left indentations in her palms as she rubbed them. She was deeply stimulated, her cunt drenched. He rotated his thumbs over her slick cunt lips. "Give me more of that. Yes, that. Suck me, Peter. Give me those hot licks. Tongue my clit. Yes. Ohhhh. You're going to make me cum!"
Peter propped himself on his knees, dragging her upward until he draped her legs over his shoulders. Her snatch oozed in his face. Hungrily, he plunged into it, kneading her ass cheeks in his grip. He slurped her cunt with renewed vigor, stabbing into her steamy crevice. He helped himself to its nectar-rich pockets. Mmmmm. He knew it would be sweet.
She cried out in joy. "Oh, my God."
Peter massaged her trembling flesh. His grope sent her brain whirring. Margo moaned feverishly as he lashed her clit. He honed her love button to pulsating hardness with his wonderful, seducing tongue.
She could hear his pleased grunts as he ate her. "Nobody has satisfied my thirst more," he said between gulps. "It's like honey."
She was delirious, her knees clinging to his broad shoulders. The blood rushed to her head. The ecstasy dealt by his whips produced a dizzying effect. Her clit sizzled from his pliant tip. Margo moaned with satisfaction.
Just as she neared orgasm, Peter lowered her quivering flesh to the sofa. Before she could regain her senses, he went down on her again. He separated her sluiced cunt lips and rolled his tongue over her hot clit. His sucking mouth sent her into a stupor.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed, slamming her head into the small pillow. Dragging huge gulps of air from her lungs, she creamed in Peter's face. Her cunt was on fire, the flames snapping at his wriggling tongue. She wiped his face with her spasming cunt. His nose and cheeks were coated with her profusion of juice. Sweat dripped from her nipples in a glistening stream. Margo felt the contractions deep in her womb. He made her cum hard-just as he'd done many times fifteen years prior.
The jolts of pleasure still ravaged her when Peter lifted himself from her supply of cunt-nectar and sat beside her. His raging hard-on screamed for air inside his pants. Margo sought the heat of his cock with an enormous appetite. She reached for the thick shape and squeezed it through the material. Her soft caresses expedited his breath. She fondled his balls, which were tight-filled with cum that needed to be given.
Margo would have done anything he wanted-anything. She wanted to return the pleasure he'd bestowed her.
She kissed him. His mouth tasted of pussy. She traced his lips with her tongue, sampling the musky flavor that had seeped from her snatch, then delved inside. Peter responded with a contented groan. She gave him hot, sucking kisses. Her tongue swept the insides of his cheeks.
Her hand settled over his throbbing bulge. Its warmth pierced his slacks and inflamed her senses. She remembered its size and capacity to please her. She recounted the times she ached after he pulled it out of her. Once within her soaked cunt flesh, she felt as though it were a part of her.
She unbuckled his pants, then pulled them from his hard, smooth thighs. Peter, though thin, was heavily muscled. His hard-on protruded heavily from his colored briefs. He was tremendously swollen.
Unable to contain the urge, Margo straddled him. She ground her wet pussy lips against his underwear, dampening him with her fragrant juices. She shivered as her clit encountered his thick, jutting cock. The friction of her cunt and the fabric sliding over his dick further engorged him. Her ass cheeks grazed his balls.
Her tits crowded his face. She lowered them to his mouth, letting his tongue get them. "Ohhhh," she gasped after he caught one and made it moist. His saliva dripped down her flesh. She stroked his cock with her juicy mound. She exerted sweet pressure, wanting to tease him. Her cunt lips grabbed at the massive outline, then bore down on it. She couldn't wait to get that thing inside her.
Peter's cock pulsated. He met her moist thrusts, elevating his hips. He made her moan by smashing his stiff length into her sopping groin. His hands fastened to her waist, pulling her toward him. Margo shivered as she received his throbbing bulk.
Jesus, Margo thought, sputtering for air. He made her drool over his equipment. She went insane, waiting for the moment he would fuck her once again.
Her wet cunt lips snagged the material. The heat building from his groin sent her into a sweet quiver. His heels bore down as he made her feel the power of his jutting cock. She shivered helplessly, her hunger strong. Peter gave her a dry hump as an appetizer for the main event.
It wasn't his imagination, he thought with satisfaction. She truly wanted him. He perceived the submerged lust screaming from her body. He recognized that look-the one relating how much she needed that part of him.
Unable to wait a second longer, Margo reached for the elastic band of his briefs and tugged at them. His bulbous head peeked at her.
Peter greeted her panting expression with a grin. He suspended her agony for a several heartbeats before helping her remove his underwear.
Margo took Peter's stiff cock in her fist, pumping it up and down. She moaned at the thought of fitting him in her sodden pussy. He would make her cum before she absorbed every one of his ten inches. The pulse in his dick thrilled her. If she wasn't so slippery, he could probably split her in half with one thrust.
"Sit on it," he huskily instructed. "I want to be inside you."
Margo didn't have to be told twice. She brought her juicy snatch over him. Peter's cock stood high, raging with excitement. She folded back her cunt lips, revealing her pink, succulent flesh. Her clit yearned to make contact with his big thing.
It was just like before, she thought, bracing herself for his entrance. Her pussy muscles clenched at the prospect of accepting him.
She dropped her hips and snared his bulbous head. Peter's Adam's apple rippled as she sank on him. Her wet snatch slid deliciously over his tall cock. She swallowed him in savoring mouthfuls. Her breath rushed out as she took more of his swollen member. The tight walls of her pussy expanded to contain him. Margo crammed his dick into her hot, greasy cunt, taking him deep. She gritted her teeth and twisted herself down until every bit of him was smashed in her pulsating clutch.
"Yes," Peter groaned. His head veered back. A heavy dullness filled his eyes. His mouth twisted with sublime pleasure. She enveloped him in the tingling squish he knew. "Yes."
Their groins smashed together with a heavenly squeeze. Her blonde fur met his dark, wiry pubes. She could barely breathe with him inside her. Sweet agony raced to her gut. Knowing she had his entire shaft buried in her pussy almost made her cream. Instead, she worked her hips, letting her clinging pussy lips pull at his cock's taut skin. His dick got increasingly wet as she humped him.
"Yes," he groaned, taking Margo's ass cheeks in a firm grip. He moved her up and down his cock, feeding her pussy bone. "Fuck me with that sweet pussy. Feel how stiff you made it. Yeah, baby, that's all for you. Bring that snatch down on me. Squeeze me. I've waited so long time to have it again."
His low, sexy voice and pumping left her hot. Margo knew she couldn't last another second. She came fast, locking his cock into a juicy vise. She arched her back, numb with pleasure.
"Ohhhh!" she whimpered, losing control.
She reached behind her and found his balls. Still dazed from orgasm, she cupped them. Peering at him, she saw the lines of tension gather at his temple and around his mouth. Her touch made him gasp. His balls were full and tight. Gently, she stroked them as he pushed his thick cock into her cunt. Margo trembled. There was so much of him in her, rigid and long. She savored the persistent grind and wanted him to remain embedded.
"Fuck me," she moaned, raising and dropping her ass roughly in his lap. "Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with everything you've got."
Margo hurled herself forward and burrowed her fingers into his shoulders. Her blonde hair hung in his face. She could scarcely keep her eyes open, consumed with lust. She sensed his tremors. Gripping the muscles of his upper arms, she writhed on top him. Gasping, she plunged down on his erect cock.
"It's still good with you, Peter," she sighed. "It's nice to have you inside me again. Oh, yes. I want you to cum so hard, so good! Ohhhh. I want your dick to explode and shoot me with cum."
She heard the wet smacks of her pussy as their groins connected. Margo was so wet, she almost couldn't feel him anymore. She slammed her damp mound home, causing her tits to shake savagely. The sweat on her nipples splattered him. His chest was damp from her salty drops. His flesh glistened from her excreted fluids.
Peter enclosed her tits in his hands. His thumbs rolled over the swollen nubs, making them crackle with electricity. The sparks glowed through her horny body, radiating to her pelting crotch.
"Cum for me, Peter," she whispered, shaking. "Flood me. Ohhhh. Let my cunt lips milk you."
Margo bore down with all her might. Her cunt was filled with his exciting hardness, her clit tingling against his packed bulk. Just as she willed her pussy lips to wrap his cock in their slippery grip, contractions roughly seized her.
"Oh, God," she groaned, shuddering. She came hard, shattered by the virulent effect of her climax.
Margo leaned as far back as she could, her flesh punctured with convulsing excitement. Shimmering ecstasy tore at her every cell. She was left woozy, savoring each debilitating shake.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, fraught with its intensity. "Oh, you sweet baby, ohhhh."
Peter grasped her shoulders in the midst of her feverish orgasm and flipped her onto her back. What she saw almost drove her to madness. His handsome face transformed into a contorted mask. He began fucking her hard, ramming his hard cock into her wet pussy. With exhausted bliss she received the impact of his groin. Oh, God. She ached from those punishing thrusts. She wanted him to shoot.
"Oh, Peter," Margo urged, begging for him to jizz. "Peter, hurry! Cum in me!"
She held him close, smothering her jiggling tits and pressing her erect nipples into his chest. His cock sliced into her like a hot blade. It seemed to open her wider with each turbulent thrust. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, panting. She heard his rough exhalations in her ear through the roar of blood.
"Fuck me, Peter. Harder, baby, harder."
Margo held onto his hammering ass. He grunted as they scraped him. She stroked his butt, her fingers swirling over his flesh.
"Your cock is so hard. It's giving me so much pleasure. Ohhhh. Keep fucking me with it. Make me cum more."
His balls whacked her inner thighs as he pumped that sopping cunt. She dwelled on all that cum they carried and how it would trickle from her snatch.
"Ughhh!" he howled, shoving himself into her. "Ughhh! Ughhh! Ughhh!"
"Yes, baby," she moaned, feeling his cock jerk in her cunt. She held him tightly, trying to still his violent spasms. He shuddered in her embrace, cumming.
Her pussy was unable to absorb the amount he spent. Hot jizz seeped from her crevice. Margo felt it slither down her inner thigh.
"Oh, Peter," she gasped, unable to stop his inundation.
They enjoyed several moments of quiet bliss, basking in the pleasure they rendered. She cuddled up to him, wiping the profuse sweat from his brow as he, attempted to regain his composure.
He pulled her close and gave her a wet, tongue-filled kiss. In spite of her exhaustion, she found herself heatedly responding. Margo climbed right on top of him to take up where they left off. It was as though they hadn't gone on separate paths.
God, Margo thought. She wanted to trust him again. With all her heart, she longed to make it work. Her life was so cluttered with obstacles, however.
There had to be a way to find lasting happiness with Peter.
A shadow fell across the front of Margo's door. The sounds of lovemaking reached the hall. After an explosive climax, silence prevailed.
Waiting a moment, a hand dropped a single tiger lily. The splash of orange and purple against the carpet was unmistakable.
The person slipped away, into the darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
Margo's pencil hesitated above her drawing pad. The tiger lily found at the foot of her door continued to plague her. She resented someone trespassing on her property to leave that haunting reminder of her past.
Was Henri trying to communicate with her-or was it his horrid sister, Francesca, twisting the knife once more in her gut?
Henri gave the tiger lily, her favorite flower, on numerous occasions. They were also woven into her wedding bouquet. Seeing it evoked memories she had previously sealed off.
The phone rang beside her. Amanda Hunt, her assistant, was with a customer. Margo automatically picked up the call. "The Golden Chemise. May I help you?"
"You bet you can," Rick Hoffmann slurred on the other end. "How about having dinner with me this evening? I'll serve you dessert between my legs-She winced. After last night, she wanted to make a sincere go with Peter Buchanan. Seeing Rick-or even Nancy, for that matter-would only complicate things. "Perhaps another time. I have plans."
"Cancel them, baby. I'll make it worth your while."
"You're not hearing me. I'm busy."
He sighed. "I thought we went through all this crap about guilt. You reconciled yourself to it-or so you said."
"One thing you've never accepted is that I have an extremely demanding schedule. I can't run whenever you snap your fingers-and I have no intention of permitting you to rule my life."
"Come on, Margo. Nancy will be out tonight. She's playing cards with her girlfriend Joyce. This is an opportunity to be together. We've got a clear field. I won't need an excuse."
Margo froze. "Where did you say Nancy was going this evening?"
"By her girlfriend Joyce. Why?"
Nancy had invented that person as her number one excuse whenever she snuck over. Margo had forgotten she had plans with Nancy. It completely slipped her mind. "She was someone I promised a bodysuit. I suppose she'll be stopping by to fetch it."
Rick lost interest in her remarks. "I'm coming over. Seven o'clock. Wear something sexy."
"You can't, Rick. I won't be home."
He chuckled. "You don't need to pretend. I know how much you want it."
Before she could dissuade him, the line went dead.
Shit! Margo thought. She immediately dialed Nancy. The phone rang three times before the answering machine picked up. She carefully lowered the receiver. Leaving a message opened herself to risk. Rick might intercept it before Nancy. That would lend the situation to speculation.
She could not let them stumble upon one another. Neither suspected he was involved in a triangle.
What was she going to do?
Rick carried out his promise. Her doorman informed her of his presence in the lobby. Margo sighed with resignation. "Send him up."
She had been unsuccessful at reaching Nancy. Rick's wife had been out all afternoon. Margo repeatedly resisted leaving word. Her only hope was to get rid of Rick as quickly as possible.
He scanned her black, long-sleeved dress. "I thought I told you to wear something sexy," he said, setting foot in her condo.
"In case you've forgotten, I did mention having other plans this evening."
"You wanted me to come." He lowered his voice when closing in on her.
The scent of his aftershave tampered with her resolve. She didn't want him to overturn her decision about staying. "We need to talk this out."
He nibbled on her ear. "How about doing that after we fuck?"
"Who says we're going to do that?" she murmured.
His tongue tip slipped expertly over her lobe. "You, if I'm getting an accurate reading on your posture. Remember, baby, I understand body language."
Margo felt herself overtaken by his slick style. She partially attributed it to his being a lawyer and dealing with complex people, but Rick layered his sentences with sex appeal. "I'm serious, Rick."
"So am I."
He covered her mouth with his. She was startled by the force of his tongue and its insistence to find hers. As they flicked, he dragged her tightly against his body. She experienced his mounting ache for her. He traced her jaw with his thumb while they kissed.
Everything from that point occurred with dizzying speed. Rick moved her to the wall, then dug into her crotch. A hard lump smashed into her mound. Rick's heart drummed against her bosom.
Margo answered the jolt sent to her nervous system. Her arms slowly curved around him. She ground herself to his erection, appreciating the satisfying friction. It was gratifying to know she was in steep demand.
He lifted his mouth, but continued to crush himself against her crotch. "Can you feel that, baby? Doesn't it tell you something?"
Margo moaned, unable to reply to him. His frantic movements made her wet. Her woman juices seeped from her crevice. Ohhhh. She was anxious to take him inside.
"Nobody else gets me this worked up." He massaged her with solid bone.
If he continued at that rate, Margo was certain to cum. That hot jitteriness permeated her loins. The more he rubbed, the hornier she got. He summoned an uncancelable urge.
Margo prayed Nancy would call and cancel their appointment. She doubted she could get rid of Rick. The way his crotch was plastered to her, she deemed it an impossibility.
Rick worked the zipper along the back of her dress. It slipped from her shoulders, exposing sumptuous cleavage. Margo wore a bra with latticework that partially concealed her nipples. The effort was lost when her nubs were erect; they jutted through the design.
"Look at them," he gasped, easing her breasts from their restraints. Her tits emerged after an expert twist of his thumbs. "Look how excited you are. You can't tell me you'd rather run off to some other engagement."
His lips went over one of those thick stubs. He sucked until her toes curled. Her pussy got juicy while enduring the rotation of his tongue. Rick treated her with delicacy. He cupped her tits with the utmost care. Margo quivered in his embrace.
"Oh, God," she moaned. That suck sapped her strength. He fastened his mouth over the other and drew fiercely. His tip circled her thick stub, distributing bubbly spit. Having moisture settle on her swollen nuggets caused her pussy to tighten. When Rick was ready, he would find himself snared in hot constriction.
He worked his way down, dabbing her navel and disbursing wet kisses along her quaking abdomen. Her black dress fell to her feet. His warm breath caressed her skin. Without preliminary, he plunged his lips over her mound and gave her sensitive flesh a thrilling squeeze. Her panties spared Margo some of the voltage that tactic produced. He was hungry for cunt, and made his appetite known.
Ten feet away, her telephone silently sat. She worried that Nancy would call at a crucial moment, announcing she was down in the lobby.
The press of Rick's wet lips terminated her fleeting moment of worry. He eased her panties from her hips, exposing her blonde thatch. After planting a very hungry kiss on her mound, he moved his lips roughly over that area.
"Oh, Rick," Margo said, gritting her teeth.
His tip ran along her pink groove until the flaps of her cunt opened to him. He slurped the glistening sides, gleaning her husky flavor. Rick lapped her steadily, veering toward her hole. Margo clasped his shoulders and kneaded the tension in them.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting it," Rick whispered. "I enjoy watching you respond to my tongue. I enjoy pleasing you, Margo. You get me off nicely, too."
A sweet paralysis afflicted her. "Maybe we ought to go into the bedroom."
"I don't think I could make it at this point." With that, he separated the succulent lips of her pussy, then wriggled his way into them. He sank into her cunt, twisting slowly to the bottom.
"Ohhhhhh," Margo cried out, observing the disappearance of his tip and the splintering ecstasy it caused. She closed her eyes, and upon opening them, showed only their whites. Her breath was slow to leave. "Oh, God."
Spurred by her tremulous tone, Rick went about fucking her with his tongue. He pierced her hot squish, gulping the juices that oozed from her sodden core. Margo listened to him drink her excitement. He could not contain his thirst. Further and further he delved, gleaning her sugary fluids.
"Mmmmm," he growled into her damp flesh. "Mmmmm."
Margo watched his blond head bob furiously as he sucked her pussy. He was positively elated to service her in that manner. His mouth traversed her pink flesh, heightening her joy. Every cell in her body prickled as he lashed that moist section.
Eventually, he made contact with her clit. It was as though he saved that communication for last. He rolled over that bulging tip, then clutched her jerking hips. Her mouth dropped open and a choked scream emerged. His technique knocked her breathless. He licked her so thoroughly, her vision blurred. Margo struggled to replace the oxygen in her lungs. "Oh, Rick," Margo sobbed. "That feels so good."
"Then I'm going to keep doing it."
Margo writhed against the wall, delivering her inflamed snatch to his mouth. Her trembling thighs framed his face. As Margo swung her ass, he lowered his tongue. The result was jolting. Margo wanted more.
Rick whipped her into a frenzy, lashing her clit faster and faster. Riddled with preliminary contractions, she saw no other option. He was going to make her cum. His wriggling tip expedited her trip to heaven, and sent her there at twice the speed.
"Ohhhh," Margo gasped, disbelieving the intensity of her excitement. The tongue that dipped into her and slurped and vibrated her pussy to orgasm belonged to the husband of her best customer. One last thought of Nancy danced through her head before a furious profusion of licks ejected it. "Oh, Rick. You're going to make me cum."
Her announcement only intensified his suction. While he circled her clit, his tongue provoked her to no end. Seized with fever, Margo thrashed. There was no escape from those orgasm-making licks. The novelty, then the severity of them, propelled her convulsion.
"Ohhhh," Margo cried, contorting. Furiously, Margo climaxed. She smacked his face with her wet pussy, streaking his nose and cheeks with her abundant secretions. She endured his lavish movement of tongue throughout that feast of sensations.
Rick attended the gush that rose from her satisfied pussy. He gulped her juices as rapidly as they oozed. Her clit continued to receive his loving tongue. He perpetuated her bliss.
Margo raked his hair with her nails. Dizziness overcame her. "Wow."
He meticulously lapped her folds. "Still want to fly out of here?"
She laughed, giddy with joy. "I suppose not." She dragged him to his feet for a kiss. He stuck his tongue, dripping from her orgasm, into her mouth. Margo tasted her tanginess.
After several heartbeats, he extracted himself from her lips. "Did you like that?"
She nodded. Without speaking, she steered him to the sofa. The phone was within her reach. Intercepting a call would be much easier. She gestured for him to sit.
Before doing so, Rick removed his pants. His bikini briefs scarcely hid the steepled shape jutting from its boundaries. The head of his cock protruded, the tip oozing a bead of pre-cum. He thumbed the rim, causing that pearl to drip. He yanked them down, causing his thing to stand. His look of urgency sped her pulse. Margo ran her hands up and down his shaggy thighs, then streamed to his hard dick. Returning the favor would be a treat. Margo yearned for the taste of cock.
"Help yourself," he muttered. "That's all for you."
Margo let out her tongue and slurped that mushroomed bulb. Feeling him trembling against her wriggling tip delivered a powerful thrill.
"Christ. There's nothing like an experienced woman."
Margo lowered her mouth over the top while spiraling about the cum slit. Rick oozed more of his goo. Sighing, Margo lapped it up. After introducing him to several moments of those stimulating whips, Margo clamped his cockhead and sucked. The tension gathered in Rick; Margo sensed it from the pull of her lips. His stomach muscles stirred as Margo alternated the pressure of her clasp.
"That thing is like fucking rock. Nobody gets it that hard except you." He spoke quietly while occupying her mouth. "Ahhhh. I can feel, from your suck, how much you enjoy doing it. Your tongue even conveys your pleasure. I love the way you run it all over me. Yeah. like that. Oh, baby. Suck me. Suck me good."
Margo's lips squeaked with movement. Up and down that tall shaft she went, pulling on his bulbous head. She sucked hard, tasting Rick's male essence. More of his creamy drops escaped, blending with her saliva. She orally stroked him, urging him to release the balance of his load.
Rick watched those lips travel his span of cock. Their unbroken flow was sheer poetry. When the suction became too sweet, his head veered back. "Jesus," he gasped, reeling from the bliss.
Her fingers curved around the thick base of his cock. Since he was extensive, Margo elected to primarily concentrate on the head. Margo sucked intensely while stroking him with her fist. His skin bunched beneath her tugging grasp. He stood steel-hard in her clutch, withstanding the scalding licks and puckering swirls she administered.
"Use your tongue, baby," he grunted. "I like tongue."
Taking her mouth off his rigid dick, Margo went to his balls. Within seconds of employing her hot, wriggling tip, Rick trembled. Margo gave those balls a thorough licking. Her luxuriant whisks had his cock twitching for more.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, thrusting at her face. "Keep them moist."
Margo slurped that taut skin, reveling in his contortions. It was a sensitive area that required skill. Her saliva-rich curls brought him to a throbbing stand. She lashed him with a coat of snapping bubbles.
"I love the way you give a blow job," he muttered.
Margo seized his dick and initiated an arousing jerk. He pulsated strongly in her grip. His beat drove her wild. Attaching her mouth to that rounded sac, she gave those balls a sweet beating. Hair was pasted to her tongue. Margo vibrated against him until he was hoarse with pleasure.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Oh, Margo. You're incredible."
Saliva trickled from the corner of her weaving lips. His balls were soaked with spit. Margo increased the flow of moisture, watching as that tangy dribble escalated his excitement.
Rick's stomach quivered. His tremors were prevalent throughout his legs, and even in the hands that caressed the top of her head. Margo studied his inflamed expression. Rick's blue pupils followed the course of her tongue as it disbursed its frothy trail. He was interested in keeping apprised of its whereabouts.
Bracing himself by the heels, he lifted himself to her. His pulsing cock moved through her rousing clench. Grunting, he fucked her fist. He jerked his hips, facilitating his pleasure. That shaft soared through her curled digits. Plainly, he derived satisfaction from her exertions.
Margo purred, admiring the picture Margo sketched. Rick's joy was a titillating experience.
Margo grabbed at the skin of his balls and ground it with her lips. That show of roughness excited him. The beat of his cock reflected the intensity of that thrill. He groaned, urging her to continue.
"More, baby," he croaked. "Yeah."
Margo obeyed, serving up more of that lip-grappling fury. Rick responded heatedly to her submission. His labored breathing suggested his degree of exhilaration.
"That feels so good," he groaned. "Lick those balls, Margo. Keep me wet. Run your tongue all over them. You're driving me nuts. Oh, yeah. Make them sloppy with your mouth. More."
The phone suddenly blared. Margo, distantly alert, snatched it before it could ring a second time. She motioned Rick to be silent. His labored breathing did not quickly subside.
"I was just on my way out the door," Nancy said.
"Could we make it another night?" Margo said, attempting to make her tone even. "I'm really bushed."
"You won't be after I arrive," Nancy clucked. "I can promise that."
Rick looked annoyed. He obviously wanted more of her tongue and mouth. Saliva dripped down his cock and balls. His chest rose and fell in agitation. He mouthed the words, "Who is that?" as though the caller had incredible nerve to interrupt.
Margo strove to maintain the illusion of innocence. "I'm sure you could, darling, but still, I'd like to take a rain check."
Margo didn't want to instigate her jealousy. "Of course not. Why would you say that?"
"I thought I heard someone else."
"Just the television."
Rick, unhappy about having to wait, tried steering his cock into Margo's mouth while she talked. Margo shook her head, sending her a warning look. He grinned, caught the back of her head, then tried again. His plump knob barely missed her open lips.
"Stop," she said, briefly clamping a hand over the receiver. "I'm having a conversation."
He chuckled while maneuvering himself. "Try doing both, baby. Let's see you manage."
"Margo? Are you there?" Nancy asked from the other end. "Margo?"
Margo pulled away from Rick. "I'm sorry. I thought I heard a noise in the background. Forgive me, darling. I have a splitting headache. I left the shop with a migraine."
"I'll give you a massage."
"That's kind of you to offer, but I believe I'll retire early. I'm simply exhausted."
"Are you certain I can't see you for a short while?" Nancy lobbied. "Rick isn't here. The timing is perfect. I'll just leave him a note about running off to my card game at Joyce's."
Rick stroked himself while she tried winding down their discussion. His cock, pumped with excitement, stretched from his fist. He gestured to it, teasing her.
"There will be another opportunity. How about tomorrow evening?"
"Unfortunately, I've got a charity ball. I'll give you a call at the shop. By the way, I've completed organizing my lingerie party. I want your best items on display. I have invited some of my richest friends."
"Wonderful. I truly appreciate your generosity."
"I'd do anything for you, Margo. Anything."
Guilt stabbed at her. She had to think carefully about extricating herself from his wife as well. "I never doubted that."
"Sleep well-and think of me."
Margo put the phone down on that note. She heard Nancy's love through every sentence she spoke. She regretted letting her down.
"Why did you stop and take that call?" Rick asked, releasing his angry-looking cock. "You could have let the machine pick up."
And have his wife expose their secret affair? Given the frankness of their discussion, Margo couldn't envision Rick listening to it. Nancy's lust-starved words would have echoed through the room. "You were a naughty boy. I should throw you out."
He grinned. "But you won't."
She regarded that monster swaying before her. Rick's swollen member plucked the air from her sails. She crawled back between his open thighs, anxious to pick up the thread of their pleasure.
"Yeah, he said, settling back into the sofa cushions, "back to work."
Now that Margo had his balls good and wet, it seemed natural to massage them with her rock-hard nipples. His dick jutted in the air, furiously stiff. Scooping her tits together, Margo ran those rigid ends over his balls.
"Jesus," he gasped, savoring their palpitations. "Oh, yeah. Oh, Margo."
"Do you like that?" Margo whispered, tracing exotic patterns over that slick skin. Between the lather of her saliva and the prickle of hair, Margo enjoyed a potent charge. "Does that feel good?"
He nodded, closing his eyes. "Don't stop."
Margo leaned into those balls, then dragged her nipples. "I like it, too."
The next several moments were spent tormenting him with those fleshy stubs. Before the flutter died, Margo nabbed the tip of his cock with her lips, then descended his length. He groaned as she sank to the root. She swallowed Rick's long dick. Into her warm throat he went.
"Christ," he gasped, watching himself disappear. "Oh, yeah, baby. It's gone."
Margo attacked the heavy vein of his underside. Her tongue vibrated him to the point of convulsion. Margo sucked fiercely on his shaft, willing him to cum. Their little intermission was definitely over; now Margo demanded a mouthful of jism.
"Mmmmm," Margo growled, pumping him with her lips. Up and down that monster she went, going faster and faster. Her thumbs toyed with his balls, then massaged his inner thighs. Her bare tits shifted over his hair-rough legs.
Rick's exhalations labored. "Oh, baby. I'm going to explode."
Her first instinct was to prepare herself for that first splash. Instead, Margo tore her lips from his cock seconds before he spurted. Margo watched his goo jet from the tip, then land on her tits. Its heat aroused her.
"Yes," Margo implored, "jizz on me. Shoot all over my tits. Ohhhh."
"Ughhh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
He grimaced while splattering her. The excitement poured out of him, one squirt after another.
Moaning, Margo worked his sex cream over her nipples. It felt good, spreading that white stuff across her skin. A flurry of tingles arose through her body. During the final stages of discharge, she grabbed his cock and wiped its head around those hard pebbles. His cum trickled over those distended nubs.
"Yeah," she said, purring.
Watching her coat those pink tips refueled his excitement. His dick remained inflexible. In a husky voice, he said, "Get on top of me."
"You just came."
"I need more of you." He squeezed her mound. Juice wrung from her cunt. "Look how much you want me. I can feel your hunger." His thumb pressed into her tender cunt flesh. "Oh, yeah. It's starving for some cock."
Margo was wet enough to be fucked. Her drenched pussy wanted to be filled by that dick. Gazing at that swollen shaft, eager to take her, verified his claim. She released him. His cock teetered, packed with enthusiasm. Emptying himself on her tits hadn't begun to tap his burning lust.
She climbed onto his lap, shaking with desire. Rick's quivering hands framed her ass. He couldn't wait to sink himself into her. Clutching his shoulders, Margo swung her tits into his face. He mouthed the nipples that dripped from his eruption while steering her above his cockhead. It didn't matter that they tasted of his expulsed fluid. He wanted to pucker them, regardless of their coating.
Rick's tongue thrilled her once again. Margo moaned, then scooped her tits together so that he could concentrate. As Rick did so, he guided that heavy knob to her opening. Feeling that solid mass get wedged delighted her. His pulsations grew in might. Margo began dropping her hips and settling onto that thing.
"Oh, God," Margo said in a rush, feeling him enter her. "Ohhhh. Oh, Rick."
He watched her respond as they latched onto one another. Margo nodded with a smile, pushing down for more. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah." It felt incredible having him in her snatch. Nothing paralleled that measure of flesh and veins penetrating her center. Wrapping her pussy securely to him, Margo slid to those compact balls. Margo sat on those sturdy thighs, trembling with lust.
Rick studied her with moist, vacuous eyes. Immersing himself in cunt usually did that to him. He was conscious of the uproar in his body. Gripping her ass cheeks until her pussy lips expanded, he charged into them.
Margo, acutely aware of his every vein, rose and fell on that rigid shaft. His solid cock curved right into her moist cunt.
"Ride me, baby," he implored. "Ride my cock."
Margo humped him slowly, savoring the cramming of that hard thing in her pussy. Up and down she went, gasping as it pumped her. When absorbing his full measure, she cried out. She loved that glutted sensation.
Rick assisted, lifting her with his hands, then lowering her down. His breathing grew ragged as the friction increased. His eyes were half-closed, shifting from her billowing tits to the ecstasy Margo registered. He visibly absorbed the sensations fed him.
"I love being inside you," he muttered, sticking himself through her layers of squish. "I love watching your face while I'm sticking it in you. I can see how much joy it gives you."
"Yes."
Her cunt scaled the length of his cock, deriving pleasure from its thrusts. Margo gripped him with everything she had, squeezing his dick until he gasped. He moved sweetly through her pussy. Ecstasy was building inside her, carrying her to another plane.
"Fuck me," Margo moaned, rocking in his lap. She slid back and forth on that bone-like shaft.
Her clit burned from the conflict. "Fuck me, Rick."
Rick kneaded her buttocks while shoving his stiff cock between her legs. His touch seared her. Margo whimpered as he manipulated her buns, digging into her flesh. It felt good to be fondled with such zeal.
He gazed with want, anxious to please her.
Margo plunged down on him, swallowing his dick. The hot friction of her pussy gradually wore on him. His mouth dropped as Margo feverishly rode him. His eyes assumed their remote quality. Faster and faster Margo went, luring him to orgasm. Their flesh slapped noisily together. The most aroused parts of their bodies rubbed. Margo made his cock slippery with juice. He was like a spike, lunging into her drenched core. Margo actually felt the snag of his cock's skin while it traveled into her slick folds.
"Yeah, baby," Margo said, sweat pouring from her brow. Droplets that clung to her nipples splashed his chest. Yeah. Do it. Cum in my pussy."
Margo hadn't intended to spasm again-she merely wanted to gratify Rick. Stroking his cock, however, kindled that weak, sapping feeling. A fire was struck. Margo shifted about frantically when it became a raging inferno.
Rick jammed himself hard into her cunt while peering into her eyes. His features were red. "I'm going to jizz," he groaned.
"Yeah," Margo hissed, arriving at that point, too. "Oh, yeah. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
He growled through clenched teeth while delivering what was left of his jism.
Even in the throes of orgasm, Margo experienced those jetting squirts. Rick emptied himself into her spasming cunt. Margo rode out the rest of her climax, humping him until that madness left her.
When there wasn't an ounce of strength remaining, Margo collapsed over his gasping chest. He held her fast, those muscular arms tender and anxious to contain her shuddering form.
Nancy swallowed back her disappointment after lowering the receiver to its cradle. She had been looking forward to seeing Margo. Canceling their rendezvous deeply bothered her. The doorbell sounded. Nancy rose from her chair, distracted. She wasn't expecting anyone, other than her husband. Rick left a message on the recorder, informing her of a last minute business dinner. Nancy was accustomed to his frequent and prolonged absences.
An attractive redhead stood at her entrance. Nothing about her seemed familiar. Nancy estimated her age at forty, forty-five. Her blue eyes sparkled.
"Mrs. Hoffmann?" she asked. "Mrs. Nancy Hoffmann."
"Yes. May I help you?"
"I apologize for paying you an unannounced call, but I have something vital to share with you."
"Oh? Who are you?"
"My name is Francesca Lanchon. The name probably means nothing, as well it should." She extended a large envelope. "This is the purpose of my mission."
Nancy, curious, opened the envelope. Its thick contents puzzled her. Inside, she found several color photographs.
She gasped. They were of her husband and Margo Chandler.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy Hoffmann tore her eyes from the photographs and glared at the woman at her doorstep. "Who are you and how did these happen to fall into your possession?"
"I told you. My name is Francesca Lanchon. We share a common interest in Margo Chandler, the woman in those pictures. My absorption in her is based on revenge."
"Revenge?" Nancy's voice barely made it above a squeak. The pain of examining those candid glossies disabled her of speech. "What do you mean by that?"
"Margo Chandler is a deceitful creature. You have the evidence in your hand. She has done me wrong, too-terribly wrong."
Nancy shook her head, trying to shake the combustible images to which she had been subjected. By reflex, she rejected them and searched for a rationale. Margo in the throes of passion with her husband-there had to have been a mistake. Margo wouldn't betray her in such a sordid fashion. She trusted the woman implicitly.
"I can understand your shock," Francesca said.
Nancy struggled to regain her composure. "Please come in so we can discuss this. I'm terribly confused and distraught."
Francesca patted her on the back. "She's an awful person. I once thought differently of her. She was to marry my brother, Henri. At the time, she appeared to make him happy. Then I discovered her in the arms of men she fraternized on the street. Margo Chandler has the principles of a slut. She is morally bankrupt."
"Margo?" Nancy repeated, as though they were speaking of someone else.
"She emotionally destroyed my brother. When he learned of her unfaithfulness, he called off the wedding. He's never been the same. He was unable to concentrate on his career as a fashion designer. She maligned his creative spirit."
"You're certain of this?"
"Don't the photos furnish an accurate description of her rapacious character? She'll go after any man. She'll eat your husband alive, obtain what she can, and destroy your marriage in the process."
Nancy shook her head. Francesca Lanchon painted a very dark portrait of Margo that was inconsistent with the woman she loved. "I find this impossible to believe. I've known her for several years."
"And I've known her twenty. Trust me. She hasn't changed." Francesca jabbed her finger at the prints. The one on top featured Margo going down on Rick. His cock was almost completely consumed. Margo appeared to relish sucking him. "I've had her under surveillance. Someone has to stop this sex-driven animal from destroying the lives of decent people. I've elected myself to accomplish that task."
Nancy shook her head. "Margo. Oh, God. How could you?"
Francesca finally saw that reality had set in, without reason diluting it. The impact of what she had just examined registered. Her lover had double-crossed her.
"I was her best customer," Nancy muttered as the poison spread through her system. "I brought her thousands of dollars in business, not only with my own purchases, but with those of my friends. I was going to give a party, showcasing her latest collection."
"You were fooled," Francesca said. "But now that you have proof of her deception, it should be simple to even the score."
"Yes," Nancy whispered. "I believe I will...."
Nancy responded to Francesca in the same manner she had Margo. Older women invariably summoned her lust. She sensed Francesca's willingness to please her. The caressing of her fingers, the grazing of her tits and the plying of soft words instilled that opinion.
Francesca brushed the base of Nancy's neck with her lips. Her kisses and gropes sent her into a disarray. Her skin tingled after Francesca passed her fingers over it. The slightest pressure Francesca exerted made her tremble.
"Ohhhh," she murmured.
Francesca cupped her breasts, then dragged her against her. Nancy could feel her body shake with need. Francesca buried her face between her head and shoulder. Her warm breath filtered along her flesh like a seductive breeze. Goose bumps spread down her arms.
"It's okay," Francesca murmured, running her hands over Nancy's breasts until the nipples began to swell. "I like the press of female flesh, too. Nothing compares to a young woman. You, no doubt, have deduced that I am European. We are frank about taking our pleasure."
"Ohhhh." A second squeeze and flick of her tongue silenced her mewl. Her eyes rolled upward and she emitted a tiny gasp.
Francesca hooked her arm around Nancy. They embarked to the bedroom without further comment. As they brushed one another, the lust within them intensified. Nancy thought she was r going to faint, her arousal was total.
They stood in front of the bed. Francesca undressed her. She enjoyed watching each article of clothing drop from Nancy's body. She encouraged her with faint sighs, smiles and expressive eyes. Francesca fed electricity to her body.
Nancy stood on her tiptoes, almost arching her back as she was stripped. Her tits poured out of her blouse. She had on a pink, lacy bra that showcased her boobs. Francesca thumbed them, stimulating their growth. Francesca enveloped them with her lips and gave each a brief suck.
"Ohhhh," Nancy moaned, savoring that rush. She staggered, clutching onto her for support. Her blonde hair hung down her back, thrashing. She felt the charge Francesca administered right down to her toes.
Nancy shivered as Francesca hooked the rim of her skirt and eased it over her hips. Her matching pink panties drew Francesca's breath. She had selected lingerie that was sure to inspire Margo. Nancy dismissed all thought of her cunning lover. For the moment, she wanted only to please Francesca. The older woman's agreeableness to satisfy her catapulted her desire. Nancy couldn't help feeling completely stimulated.
Francesca unfastened Nancy's bra with an expert twist of her fingers. Her nipples sprang at her, excited at the rush of air around them.
"Yes," Francesca whispered before descending to those delectable nubs. Her red hair was all Nancy saw as Francesca covered her quivering flesh with her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Nancy panted, feeling her exhalations and scorching saliva. Francesca tongued her nipple-playfully at first, then with enthusiasm. Expanding joy streamed through every vessel of her being.
Moisture filled Nancy's pussy while it gradually tightened. She converted her need for Margo to that exquisite French woman. Francesca seemed to know the precise location of her hot buttons. She didn't need to tell her. Nancy guided her through a series of gasps where she loved being touched best.
Francesca stroked Nancy's snatch. Her horny vibrations were highly visible. She smoothed over her blonde mound, parting the damp wisps with her fingers. Francesca basked in her arousal. Nancy communicated her impressions with her eyes, the corners of her lips and the flutter of her fingertips. To that end, Francesca was clearly aware of what she liked.
The young woman would become her sex slave, Francesca silently gloated. She intended to gratify her in ways that had never occurred to Margo. Francesca arrived at the Hoffmann residence equipped with the tools to effectively perform the task.
When Francesca's thumb made contact with Nancy's clit, she couldn't contain that splintering cry. It charged up her throat and emerged a scratchy whisper. "Ohhhh. Oh, Francesca. Oh yes. Yes."
Francesca massaged her there, igniting one impulse and carrying it forward until Nancy thought insanity would result. She trembled, feeding her liquid proof of her excitement. She ached for more of it, tilting her head back. Her lips parted and her breath came up short. Dizziness overcame her. When her equilibrium was partially restored, she gazed up at Francesca with powerful want. Francesca gripped her more firmly. Her pussy rippled with need.
Francesca guided her onto the bed and alternately stroked her nipples and pussy. Nancy writhed beneath her exhilarating touch. She watched as Francesca disrobed. She discarded the high heels, the simple dress, to reveal exotic undergarments, too. Francesca was garbed in a sexy half-slip that enhanced her luscious curves. Her trim thighs remained firm.
"You have a beautiful body," Nancy said aloud before she realized she had voiced her thoughts.
"So do you, my dear." She pulled Nancy close, employing the gentlest touch. Nancy's tits jiggled as Francesca worked them with her tongue. Her erect nipples demanded oral attention. Francesca enclosed the stiff nub, circling it, trailing saliva.
Francesca's slurps were satisfying. Nancy moaned at her suck. She embraced her head, guiding it to the needed areas. She wanted to feel the older woman's breath on her skin while her tongue dampened her. She was in complete ecstasy, enjoying her assault.
"Suck my tits, Francesca. That feels good. Slide your tongue all over the nipple. Scrape it with your teeth. Ohhhh. Yes."
Francesca roamed her body. Her fondling provoked a fever. Nancy allowed Francesca to touch her wherever she wished.
Nancy fondled Francesca, too. She took liberties with exploring the appetizing curves beneath the silk half-slip. Francesca's firmness excited her. She could feel the nipples beneath her swirling palms. Francesca reflected bliss from her trailing fingertips.
Having straddled her, Francesca couldn't stop from grinding her pelvis against Nancy. The contact her clit made rubbing Nancy's mound fast and heatedly worked them into a lather. The hot friction summoned impulses Francesca couldn't begin to regulate.
"Oh, Francesca," Nancy whispered huskily in her ear as the older woman sank a finger into her. "Yes. Stick it in me." She rotated her pussy, treating herself to the myriad sensations that simulated penetration.
Francesca took her mouth off Nancy's tit and went for her lips. Her tongue plunged into her, seeking its sugary warmth. She could not ignore its demand for reciprocation. Nancy moaned, wiggling against that limber tip.
Francesca cupped Nancy's tits while locked in their passionate kiss. Those nipples scorched the insides of her palms. The flick of her thumbs had Nancy trembling.
"You love being touched by a woman," Francesca huskily said. "I love it, too."
Francesca's hands streamed over Nancy's aroused flesh, fanning the flames of desire. She squeezed Nancy's ass, sinking her thumbs into her crack and stroking her engorged pussy lips. Her clit oozed from physical contact.
Nancy quivered in her arms, welcoming it. She gasped in Francesca's face, then answered her by grinding her soft mound with her pussy.
"Oh, yes," Nancy sobbed. "Yes."
Francesca scooped up her tits and sucked them. Once again, a flood of stimulation overtook Nancy. She thrust her boobs out, offering them freely and urgently. Francesca ran her tongue around her nipples, then lapped them with stimulating force.
"Ohhhh," Nancy panted, hankering for those feverish licks. "Yes." She fondled her head, guiding her. Francesca's breath against her skin, combined with the sweep of saliva, sent her into oblivion. Francesca took liberal portions of her flesh, squeezing it with her lips. Francesca savored every bit she had. The scrape of her teeth to her nipple-a gentle bite-heightened Nancy's moan.
Francesca worked her way down to Nancy's wet pussy. Her nose and mouth trailed there in mounting anticipation. Francesca opened Nancy's cunt lips with her tongue. She slipped it into that young flesh, rambling with her tongue, until she uncovered her swollen clit. Her lazy slurp left Nancy shaking.
"Oh, God," she moaned, enjoying it. "Oh, yes, lick me there. Suck my pussy. Use your tongue on it. Rub it with your mouth."
Francesca ate generously of her cunt, spearing through drenched tissue until Nancy cried out for more. Each lash carried authority. Experience backed Francesca's slurps. The woman truly had eaten cunt in the past. Her hot tongue plunged into Nancy's snatch, seeking its sodden core. As Francesca dragged it out, Nancy whimpered. Francesca zestfully tongue-fucked her.
"Mmmmm," Francesca purred between her legs. She ran her lips over and over her aroused cunt flesh while probing her hole. Francesca dived at her snatch. Her tongue achieved perpetual motion, swinging back and forth, assaulting her clit. The flow of stimulation came at her in waves. "Mmmmm. It's so juicy."
Nancy thought Francesca would drive her insane with those teasing licks. Francesca massaged the pussy lips she pinned back. Her heated exhalations caused Nancy to twist. She tested her succulence with a dip of her finger. When she was nice and slick, Francesca filled her mouth with cunt. She packed all the squishiness she could between her suctioning lips. Francesca helped herself to Nancy's abundant nectar, downing it was though it were honey.
Nancy scarcely heard Francesca's contentment as she delved into her. She was only alert to her own squeals of joy and rapid heartbeat. She curved her back and widened the space between her thighs. Her long, flawless legs hooked over her shoulders, fastening the older woman to her. She rocked her pussy to her, smearing her features with her tangy juices. Francesca didn't seem to care; in fact, it turned her on all the more.
"I want to eat you, too," Nancy whined. "Let me get between your legs. I want to stick my tongue into your pussy."
"Lay back," Francesca whispered. "It isn't often I climb into bed with someone young and beautiful. Let me enjoy you the way I am."
Francesca lowered her tongue to that dripping cunt. Nancy, moaning, fed her hot squish. She swung it to Francesca's mouth, silently ordering her to swallow all she licked.
"Oh, God." Nancy swallowed hard, digging her head into the pillow. Her heels sank into Francesca's back, her body tensing. "Oh, God, I'm cumming."
Nancy surrendered to the powerful contractions that gripped her. She lay back, her head spinning, offering Francesca her spurting cunt. Francesca ferociously devoured her. Nancy reached behind her head, grasped a pillow and clung to it as a result of that frenzy. She held her stiff nipples high, undergoing a prolonged orgasm. Still, Francesca went down on her.
The torrent of passion claimed her senses at a whirling pace. Nancy lost control, abandoning herself to that wriggling tip. She arched her back, savoring the convulsion that besieged her.
"Ohhhh." Her sensual lips twisted as she went into a seizure. Her eyes rolled upward. She trembled, burning with fever. Even at the height of pleasure, Francesca's tongue didn't reduce its activity. She shifted beneath her lapping force. There seemed to be no escape from that darting tongue. Even when she snapped away from her, Francesca's hands fastened to her hips and held her secure until she stabbed into her soaked crevice. Knifing through her moist pulp, Francesca instigated her furious cries. Her cunt lips unfurled to admit that curling tip into her body. Francesca's entry left her weak and begging for more. "Oh, baby, do it more. Make me cum some more. Please."
Nancy relished the splendor given by the older woman's tongue. She couldn't equate Francesca's style to Margo's-it vastly differed.
When Francesca wasn't exploring Nancy with her tongue, she pinched her cunt flesh with her lips. Francesca enclosed the pink warmth, then affectionately kneaded it. Francesca essentially wrung the flavor from her. Her woman taste drove her mad.
"Eat me, Francesca, eat my pussy. Yes, you're making me cum. Ohhhh."
Francesca snaked into her honey-rich pussy, scooping the nectar. No matter how much Francesca lapped, more ooze followed. Nancy moaned as the moisture seeped from her loins. Francesca sucked every drop.
When Nancy finished climaxing against her pressing mouth, Francesca began a new journey to exhilaration. Never once had Francesca asked Nancy if she'd had enough. Even if she had, Nancy doubted she'd stop. Francesca wished to keep her in a feverish state.
Gradually, Nancy released the pillow behind her head and embraced her tits. She cupped the aroused flesh, tweaking her nipples. They ached from excitement, having remained swollen throughout Francesca's feast. She moistened her fingertips with her spit and caressed those stiff nubs. The bubbles forming around them had her tingling. She wished Francesca would resume sucking her tits and give her clit a rest. She couldn't take more licking.
Francesca launched into a suck that told Nancy she'd cum harder than before. Her body shook, awaiting the spasms that would invariably strike. Nancy's mouth widened as Francesca's slurps deepened. Stimulation branched out to every vessel, originating from her clit. Nancy, overheated, neared that explosive point.
The woman was insatiable. Nancy couldn't believe her appetite.
"Francesca, oh, my God, ohhhh-"
"Mmmmm," Francesca murmured, operating her tongue like a slick weapon.
"Ohhhh." Nancy couldn't stand it. The pleasure was more startling than ever. She left her woozy. Francesca had brought her farther than before.
Francesca lifted herself from the young woman's quivering body. She had given her enough head to control her will. She considered issuing her instructions that would facilitate Margo's eradication when a new idea surfaced.
"Where are you going?" Nancy asked when Francesca climbed from bed.
"I'll be right back." She went to fetch her purse. Nancy was ignorant of what she intended to get. Soon, she would test Nancy's trust.
When Francesca returned, Nancy's eyes grew huge. In the older woman's hand, a huge dildo with attachable straps swung. "What are you going to do with that?" she stammered.
"Why, fuck you, of course."
"I don't want that," Nancy said, inching away. "It's going to hurt me."
Francesca smiled. "Come now. Would I do such a thing? This is for your pleasure."
"No." Nancy squirmed from her. "Don't use that on me. Please."
Francesca laughed lightly. "You're being silly. Think of the ecstasy, my dear: having an older woman fuck you. It'll be good, I promise."
Nancy hypnotically watched as Francesca fitted it to her crotch. The rubber cock jutted from her mound. Swiveling her hips, she caused it to wobble.
Francesca held open her arms. "I want to feel your body against me. I want to pump you with it and make you cum."
"I'd rather have your tongue do that."
"It isn't as though you haven't had something solid in your pussy. You remember how a hard dick feels."
Nancy fell silent. She permitted Francesca to get into bed, equipped with that apparatus. That thing skimmed her stomach. Its artificial texture made her twitch. Nancy trembled in Francesca's embrace. Their tits came together like soft cushions.
"Yes," Francesca whispered. "I want you to remember, at all times, it's me inside you-not a man. It's the thrust of an older woman, wanting to satisfy you."
Nancy swallowed roughly. "Okay."
Francesca reached for her cock. There was little fumbling-Francesca knew where it was going. Nancy's cunt, warm and juicy, was ready to receive it.
Nancy squirmed under Francesca. Her body was engulfed with feverish impulses. She felt the wide tip of the dildo slide between her moist cunt lips. Francesca slowly gained access.
"Think of my pussy, pushing it into you," Francesca purred. "My horny pussy. Mmmmm. Yes. It wants to fuck you."
Francesca pushed her synthetic cock into Nancy. She cried out as it sank in her pussy. God, it was just like Rick, burrowing through such a sensitive part of her body. Nancy kept from blinking, peering into Francesca's eyes. Those sage pupils sparkled with lust.
"Oh, Francesca." She grit her teeth as Francesca stuffed that thing in her. Her snatch opened to accept that rubber shaft. The pain startled her, but was short-lived. Francesca's beautiful face shimmered before her. She threw her head back, shoving it into the pillow. "Oh, my God, Francesca." It felt so incredible, Nancy thought she was going to lose consciousness.
"Look how much you're enjoying it," Francesca muttered, cramming that monster into her pussy. "Your expression is making me wet. Squeeze it, Nancy. Smash it with your pussy. Yes. Pretend it belongs to me. Oh, yes. I can hear how juicy you are while I stroke you. I love the sound of your moaning while you take it." Eagerly, Francesca charged through her narrow passage, highly stimulated. "We're going to do so many exciting things, darling. I want to be everything you wanted in a woman."
"Oh, yes. Yes," came Nancy's emphatic squeal.
Nancy's tight pussy captured the base of her thick shaft. Nancy was at the peak of excitement. She had Francesca between her legs, and the sensation left her breathless. Her lips curved with pleasure. Panting with ecstasy, she began moving beneath Francesca. She worked her hips in tandem with her spearing thrusts. She steered her pussy to that hard cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Nancy whimpered. "Oh, yes, fuck me with that thing. Jam it into my wet cunt. Ohhhh. It feels wonderful."
Francesca pumped her, lumbering in and out of her sodden cunt. She loved the way it reached into her, sliding past her clit. She moaned, finding the energy to fuck back and simultaneously obtain joy.
Francesca took inventory of Nancy's demeanor. Her expression-eyes glazed and vacant, mouth open in reaction to their snug fit-verified her bliss. Nancy was heavily involved in cramming every inch of that fake cock into her pussy to take note. Francesca's thrusts made Nancy close her eyes and sob with delight. Their stomachs slapped together in delirious splendor.
Francesca bunched her tits and positioned those savory nipples. She gingerly covered them with her mouth. Her suck had Nancy whimpering. Her tongue provoked them with its vibrant lick. Another part of Nancy received pleasure. It was a refreshing distraction from the driving force splitting her open.
Nancy cupped Francesca's ass as she humped her. Her nails grazed her silk-covered buttocks, encouraging every slam Francesca took. Nancy didn't want her to stop-didn't want her to soften her performance. She ached for every lunge, every jam.
"Harder, Francesca. Fuck me with all you've got." Nancy writhed beneath her. "Give it to me, deep in my cunt. Work that thing. Shove every bit in my hot snatch."
Francesca lowered her ecstasy-ridden features into her tits, then shoved that enormous thing into her. Nancy sobbed, eagerly absorbing it. She fed her the brunt of her excitement.
Francesca rubbed her with her tits, encountering her racing heart. The base of the rubber cock dug into Francesca. She gyrated her hips, taking advantage of the sweet conflict. Ohhhh. They'd been doing it a few minutes and Francesca was ready to explode. The thrill of fucking some young woman was too much a charge. Francesca didn't want it to end-but from the way that dildo kept rubbing her clit, she wasn't sure she could prevent it from happening.
"Yes, keep stroking me like that," Nancy pleaded. "Fast as you can, without stopping." She shut her eyes. "Oh, my God, Francesca, you're going to make me cum again-ohhhh! Ohhhh."
"I'm cumming, too," Francesca moaned.
Francesca went into a convulsion a second before Nancy's lovely face became misshapen. Sliding her hands under her, she dragged her as securely to her body as possible. They shook as one.
"God," Nancy said, shivering from the thrill it afforded her. "Ohhhh."
Francesca gasped for air after pumping her with all she had. "That was the best sex I've ever had." She passionately kissed Nancy before putting her tongue in her mouth.
Nancy purred with gratification. She, too, felt enormously satisfied.
Francesca carefully watched her. It was important to sustain her high. Nancy, she suspected, was now her slave, prepared to do her bidding.
She intended to reap every benefit possible from their alliance.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Margo received a call from Peter Buchanan that morning prior to leaving for the shop. "Do you think you can break away this evening?" he asked in a low, sexy voice.
"Oh?" She feigned innocence. "Is there any particular reason?"
"Yeah. It's looking right at me."
"Mmmmm. Are you in a bad way?"
"I suppose I could remedy the situation with my hand, but I'd prefer your doing that for me."
Margo giggled. It was as though they were young again. She came to terms with the incident fifteen years ago. Letting it go seemed wise. She made her share of mistakes-Henri being one of them.
The tiger lilies continued to arrive. One by one, they were placed at her doorstep. She squinted down the hall, hoping to catch sight of him-or whoever left them.
To some extent, she believed Francesca was behind that gesture. Henri's sister, insane with vengeance, more than likely paid her those visits. Francesca was alert to the tiger lily's significance. She knew how they painfully reminded her of that ruined wedding ceremony.
"Think of me," Peter said before taking his leave. "I want you all to myself this evening."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Good."
She smiled at his husky tone. The man sent a delicious chill down her spine.
Margo went to work in a preoccupied frame. She thought of the passion ahead. She felt positive about allowing Peter back into her life. A tiny voice inside told her she could trust him. She consigned the episode with the photographs and the blackmailing of Gary Morrow to the past.
The scene at the Golden Chemise sobered her. Amanda Hunt, her assistant, looked thoroughly disturbed. "What's wrong, dear?"
"I just got off the phone with Nancy Hoffmann."
She shrugged. "Is that so strange?"
"She canceled her entire order-the teddies, the camisole thongs, everything."
Amanda's alarm was contagious. "She did?"
"Not only that, but the party she intended to stage for your benefit."
"That party-with her friends?"
Amanda nodded. "She gave no explanation, just instructions."
Margo tried to remember if she left Nancy in a distraught frame of mind the night before, while Rick was over. No, she sighed. Everything had been above board. Nancy, in fact, left her with the parting message, "I'll do anything for you, Margo. Anything."
"I'll give her a call and question her logic." Margo went in the backroom. She didn't want Amanda to be privy to her conversation. If she had done anything to set off Nancy, she wanted an opportunity to rectify it.
Nancy's phone rang endlessly. Not even the answering machine picked up. Margo dropped the receiver, slightly exasperated. What had happened?
Her next thought was of Rick. Surely he hadn't divulged their relationship. Rick was adamant about keeping things secret. Margo doubted he'd broken down and told her everything. Or had he?
"Are you insane?" he laughed when she got through to him. "Me, spill the beans to Nancy? Surely, you jest."
"Why would she cancel her order-and the party?"
"I haven't a clue. She tends to be rash at times. I never analyze her moods. I found that to be a draining process."
"If anything comes up, please let me know. In the meantime, I'll keep trying to get her."
"Why are you so concerned, Margo? She'll probably call back and apologize for making such a hasty decision. You know how she adores your things."
Margo didn't wish to elaborate. She couldn't predict how Rick would react to her having carried on with his wife. "I consider Nancy a friend-not just a client. Her mood fluctuations worry me."
"Well, don't get crazy over it. She'll return to lucidity. Count on it."
"God," Peter croaked many hours later, when she fastened her fingers around him and jerked. His cock stretched from his fly, captured by her fist. "Oh, yeah, baby. That's all for you."
The urge to hold that dick couldn't be squelched. Peter throbbed in her grip. Her fingers tightened about his manly bulk. "I want you."
"Good," Peter whispered, then groaned as he felt her breath on his sensitive skin. Only seconds before, they had discussed the names of several possible restaurants. The need for food quickly vanished, replaced by a more sublime craving. Margo curved herself until her face was near his cock. She looked at that swollen thing before taking it into her mouth. Mmmmm. Peter tasted marvelous. She didn't want him to cum immediately, and removed her lips. Her saliva dribbled down his length.
"Very nice," he said after she pulled back. He took a deep breath and shook the numbness from his head. "Very nice, indeed."
Margo licked him slowly, detecting the beat of his cock. She circled the slit at the top, coaxing a bead of cum. Peter oozed onto her serpentine tip. His creamy goo dissolved at once.
"Jesus," he said, slumping into the sofa. His features tensed as she flicked over his bulbous head.
Margo returned him to her mouth. She squeezed him with her hand. She derived satisfaction from his pulsations while he fucked her mouth. Orally grabbing him, she got all the more wet from that pumping action.
She sucked the wide, round head of his dick. The rim was heavy, the tip velvet-soft. She licked the cumhole until it split and more of his male fluid seeped. She gulped it down, then drew strongly for another drop. Her taste buds clamored for that sample.
Peter caressed her head. Her blonde hair tumbled over his lap. He smoothed it away, wanting no obstruction. He loved watching her absorb him. Lifting himself from his seat, he replenished her supply of meat. Her bottom lip crushed the vein of his underside.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned.
Margo sucked harder on him. She sensed steam coming from his cock. Applying her juicy stamp, she caused his chest to rise and fall. She knew it felt good, but did not solicit an evaluation.
Peter exhaled, his voice strained. His small gasps were punctuated with incoherent words. Peter bore a distant look, the one he displayed prior to cumming. His mouth went slack. "Christ, you haven't lost your touch."
Margo was more aroused than ever. Peter appreciated each nibble and slurp. She took possession of his cock, rubbing it with her and lips.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Eat it."
Margo put her mouth on his dick and ran her tongue all over it. She sucked him good and hard. Peter struggled for air before she was through. His manly taste drove her wild. Nearly everything she did stimulated him. She searched for new angles, new pressures to enhance his pleasure.
She lowered her face, taking his cock deeper in her mouth. A warm, throbbing sensation, combined with a salty flavor made her tongue tingle.
"Lick me clean," Peter encouraged. "Love me with those lips. Oh, yeah."
Her curled fingers moved up and down his length. The caress she administered never slowed. She watched his joy blossom. His blue pupils followed the flow of her lips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, stuffing her face.
Margo worked him over with her mouth. That dick stretched into her throat. Peter loved her soft, affectionate pucker. His groan of approval was constant while she devoured him. She took huge mouthfuls of that large cock, savoring his inflamed part. She wanted him to enjoy every lip-smacking, tongue-tantalizing moment.
The itch to fuck that beautiful cock grew stronger. She thought about abruptly mounting it. Instead, she elected to suck him straight to orgasm. Straddling Peter while he fought to catch his breath seemed preferable. She thought about him gushing inside her cheeks. The idea of consuming that hot, dense goo aroused her. Having him explode inside her mouth while she gulped his every squirt held appeal.
Margo quivered, thinking about how her pussy made room for that long shaft. She took the sum of him into her wet cunt. Her fist ran up and down those inches of masculine rigidity. Those balls were full of her favorite substance. She grazed that delicate skin, recalling their silken brush against the inside of her thighs. Her mouth tightened around him, then saliva oozed from the band of her lips and coursed down his throbbing span.
"Oh, yeah," Peter muttered, as her mouth traveled up and down his big thing. "Yeah. Oh, baby. That's so nice. More, please. Ahhhh."
She was an inch away from his thick base and moaned. She sucked his dick until Peter trembled. While orally containing him, she tickled the large vein with her tongue. Her lips sheathed that cock as though they were part of its skin. She plunged over that shaft, swooping to the base, then rose to the head. She kept herself attuned to Peter's groans. He shook within her mouth.
God, she sighed, she was going to drain him.
"Don't stop," Peter gasped. "Keep going, baby."
She lashed him with scalding drool. Peter's cock baked from it. She sighed, coating the bloated crown. She perceived his battle for air.
Peter softly detached her mouth and guided Margo onto her back. He covered her nipple with his mouth. The suck Peter gave caused her to abandon control. Those lazy slurps brought her to peak arousal.
"Ohhhh," Margo sobbed as Peter lapped her nipple. It swelled in his mouth. She fondled her head, writhing, enjoying the sensation. Rivulets of saliva streamed down her tit, only to be licked away. Peter attended to the sizzling bubbles as quickly as they took form. His sweeping tip drove her mad.
She pushed her thighs apart to permit him entrance. Totally excited, she craved penetration. Peter wanted that, too. He eased his lean body over hers, taking care in positioning himself. Supporting himself with his elbows, he dug his knees into the cushions. His dick lay on her stomach, long and pulsating. She shifted beneath him, wanting it buried between her legs.
Peter stuck his cock into her wet opening. The lips spread apart around his blunt helmet. He pressed into that wet, spongy warmth. His dick gradually sank into her cunt.
"Peter," she moaned, feeling his descent. "Oh, Peter...."
His toned chest dropped over her tits. She relished his manly texture. Smoothing her fingertips over those muscular forearms brought a thrill.
His dick sliced into her. Its burgeoning hardness drove through Margo like a heat-seeking missile. She shoved her pussy at it, welcoming the fit. Peter pushed until his whole cock was engulfed in pussy.
"Jesus," Peter grunted, groping her shoulders. His lips separated and all the air trapped in his lungs came rushing out. Peter wasn't totally prepared to complete their connection. Her eyes took on that detached quality. Lines of tension gathered in his face. Blindly, he started pumping her. The soft sounds of slapping flesh reverberated. "Oh, baby. It feels good to be in there."
Margo purred as Peter fucked her. He pleased her enormously. His cock felt good, sliding back and forth, stoking the flames of passion. She looped her legs about his waist and sought his deepest thrusts. "God. Oh, Peter. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Yeah."
Peter knew the depth of her arousal. He heard the juicy sounds from her snatch when snagging his cock's skin. She smiled deliriously before her green eyes glazed over. She panted for the stroke of his cock. That slick, grinding sensation propelled them.
Margo lightly scratched his flexing buttocks. She moaned as he crammed himself to capacity. She mewled at the warm, riveting action taking place between her legs. They linked the most excited parts of their bodies together. Containing that monster in her pussy yielded tremendous excitement. When Peter stuffed the last of himself into her snatch, her toes curled. Margo loved the cracking strain, the invigorating rush.
His lips found hers. A fever raged through her from that brief, yet rousing circuit. Their tongues darted, attracting each other's tip. Murmurs of pleasure rang through the air.
They fucked harder, gathering steam. His cock plunged to the very bottom. Peter awakened a lust she couldn't tame. He drove into her, demanding everything in return. Her nails dug into his flesh, urging her to capitulation. She whimpered, her pleasure accelerating. She thought about climbing onto his lap and straddle-fucking him. Peter nailed her ass to the sofa cushions. A change in position was sweetly negated.
"Ohhhh."
The rasping sound Peter evoked alerted her to his impending orgasm. Margo was at the verge of cumming, too. Her need for it was all-consuming.
Peter gripped Margo tighter. She could feel her surrender. She opened herself to him, letting that cock hammer her innards to mush. "Yes. Keep going. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Peter gripped her shoulders at the point of climax. "Ughhh-" He discharged himself into her cunt. That hot, gooey collection was confined to her warm, welcoming receptacle.
That orgasm quenched her thirst. She shuddered hard and long, basking in that moment of spent pleasure. Peter did her good. She tingled from their lovemaking.
Her arms wound about him. They exchanged genuine affection. They kissed again, reconfirming their love. Peter was unafraid of expressing his emotions to her. Margo understood their meaning.
"It's as though fifteen years never passed," she murmured in his neck.
"I wish they hadn't. To think we deprived ourselves of this enormous happiness is a veritable sin." He nuzzled her soft, inviting nape. "I'm glad I've regained your trust, Margo. Please know I would never again do anything to jeopardize our relationship."
The phone rang on the table beside the sofa. Margo's first inclination was to let the tape machine pick it up, but then recalled the problem with Nancy. Perhaps she was trying to reach her.
"Margo," Rick growled. "What the fuck has been going on between you two?"
His voice, downright unnatural, smacked of venom. "Rick, you sound angry."
"You're God-damned right I am," he spat. "I open this envelope and out spills a series of eight by ten glossies. Obviously the product of a professional. You and Nancy are getting it on in each and every one."
Her heart began pounding. "Photos?" Margo looked helplessly at Peter.
"Yes. The two of you are all over each other. Jesus. Is this your idea of a cheap thrill? Making it with the both of us? Is that how you get your kicks, baby?"
The blood drained from her face. "Rick, please calm yourself. We need to discuss the matter."
"like hell we will. I'm going to show these to my darling wife and get her version of the story first."
"Rick, don't do that. Please. I beg of you."
There was a moment of silence. She comprehended his hurt. "You've disappointed me, Margo. Big time." The line went dead.
"What's happened?" Peter asked when the phone fell from her grasp. Margo, almost disconsolate, stared out the window. "Who was speaking of photos? What kind of photos?"
Margo barely recovered her voice. "Someone took pictures of me, without my knowledge."
"What kind of pictures?"
The question went unanswered. She recalled one remark Rick managed to insert: the product of a professional.
Margo blinked, then stared at Peter.
"You look as though you need to ask something of me," he said.
Margo shook her head, stricken of speech.
CHAPTER NINE
"Did you deliver the photos?" Francesca Lanchon asked Jeff Gould while stroking his cock.
His eyes were glued to her hand. He burned in her grip. "Yes. Everything went precisely as scheduled."
She smiled at his British accent. His crisp enunciation of syllables was practically music to her ears. No doubt, Margo developed a parallel liking for the spoken sentences of Peter Buchanan. The similarities between the men were uncanny.
She suppressed a wicked laugh. Their artistic style, with regard to photography, was virtually identical. Only an authority could tell them apart. It was as though the two men patterned themselves to each other.
Margo would think her lover betrayed her. That budding romance would be snuffed out before it had a chance. No amount of pleading would vindicate him.
His mission accomplished, Francesca rewarded him with a little sex. Rubbing his hot organ against her cheeks, she delighted at the feel of his manly outgrowth. After another light kiss, she let out her tongue and traced the map of veins. Her butterfly tip descended to his balls, which she thoroughly lashed.
Jeff groaned. Those salivary whips hurled him to oblivion. He swung his muscular arms over his head and gripped a pillow. His knuckles progressively turned white. Getting his balls lapped roused his cock to a painful stand. The urge to grab her head and stuff himself inside her mouth blared. He viewed those lips as a release valve from the pressure building inside him.
"You're certain nobody can trace them?" she went on in her sultry voice. "The lab that developed them won't reveal your address?"
He shook his head. Talking consumed too much of his energies. He much preferred spending them inside Francesca.
His stiff cock bridged to her face. She gave it a playful lick. Her hands streamed up and down his thighs. She squeezed the firm sinew. "You have a magnificent body, Jeff. But I suppose you, as well as the bevy of models you regularly photograph, know that."
Jeff groaned from the steamy ventilation of her breath.
At length, Francesca mounted him. Straddling his lap, she peered intently in his eyes. She gazed hungrily at him. Jeff, she deemed, was a sexual feast. She indulged herself from time to time with the cameraman placed under contract. She had tested his loyalty. Thus far, he'd passed her challenging battery. She dipped her tongue into his mouth for a mind-numbing kiss. Jeff responded heatedly, surrounding her with his arms.
"You deserve something special this evening, Jeff," she whispered. "Something I don't often do."
"Oh?"
Framing her tits, she brought her two nipples into alignment and delivered them to his mouth. Jeff's Adam's apple rippled as those fleshy stubs neared him. He let out his tongue, barely making contact. The essence of her warm flesh enveloped him. He trembled, reaching for more of that tasty nub.
Francesca observed the lines of tension gather in his face while she massaged his cock. His heavy pulsations told her that if she continued to pump him in that fashion, he'd cum. Instantly, she released him.
"Christ," he groaned as his thing swayed in the air. At an extreme angle, it extended across his stomach.
She appreciated the violent response of his younger flesh. Jeff was eight years her junior, yet considered her a goddess.
Francesca stretched to open a drawer beside her bed. She fetched a tube of cream. "You'll need to show some discipline if we go through with this."
"Through with what?" he croaked.
She unscrewed the cap, then squeezed a generous amount of K-Y on his dick. "Do you enjoy a tight fit?"
"Why do we need that? Aren't you juicy enough?"
"I have something different in mind."
She extensively spread the greasy substance. Unable to contain his excitement, he lifted himself from the bed and started fucking her fist. He gasped as he slid through that stirring compression.
"Quite anxious, huh," she teased. "Let's see how much heat you can take."
Francesca positioned herself so that he had an unbarred perspective of her ass. She fanned her buns for his individual inspection. Gyrating her hips, she intensified his desire.
Jeff watched her squeeze a healthy glob of cream on her finger, then guide it to her ass-hole. Witnessing her digit enter her rectum was sheer torture.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, coating her butt hole. Jeff experienced a strong quiver deep in his groin. Francesca was tremendously hot. The thought of penetrating those nice little buns produced a surge of adrenaline.
Francesca's finger yawned in and out of her dark opening. She bit her bottom lip, stifling her gasp. "Do you like it this way?" she asked.
"Hell, yes." He gripped her waist. Francesca was a joy to clutch. He perceived her lush vibrations.
Her digit continued to lubricate her rectum. "Control yourself, darling. It'll be over much too fast if you don't." Weakly, Jeff nodded.
Francesca dislodged her finger, then nabbed his cock. Her greasy fingers rose and fell, distributing their oily substance. Her electrifying stroke plucked the wind from his sails. He arched his back and dug his heels into the mattress.
Those older, wiser eyes sparkled. "You like that, hmmmm? Does the thought of entering my ass make it difficult to compose yourself?"
"Jesus," he puffed.
Arranging herself on her side, Francesca pushed her lubricated ass toward him. The stout head of his cock slid in her crack. Gliding along that slippery track heightened his pulsations. Trembling, he neared that wrinkled target.
"I'll bet you never thought I took it up the ass."
He swallowed with difficulty. His vocal cords were frozen. His hand tremulously settled over her hip. The luscious crescents of her buttocks beckoned to him. All he could think about was sticking his dick into her mouth-watering ass.
Her legs opened for him. Her knee went high. That slick hole at the center of her cheeks summoned him. He could not discount the urge to drive himself into it. Jeff steered his domed head to her anus. His bloated crown slowly pierced her rectum.
"Yes," Francesca murmured, working her hips.
Jeff gritted his teeth as those buns began absorbing him. The pressure she exerted upon him made him groan and sweat. "Oh, God. Francesca. Jesus."
Her escalating whine rebounded off the walls. "Keep going," she panted, wiggling and cramming him into that tight space. "Bury yourself in my ass."
"Christ," Jeff gulped as those taut buns sank over his cock. Air hissed through his clenched teeth. He dragged her toward him.
Francesca slammed her butt at him. "Yes. Give me that thing."
The sound of her convulsive breathing challenged his ability to postpone orgasm. He thought he was going to explode in that clutching ass-hole. It snapped him up in large sections, smothering every nerve. He tossed on his side, unable to function.
Francesca, steadying herself, caressed his thigh. She molded her ass to him. The continuous bump of those shaking cheeks left him hoarse. He moved through agonizing constriction.
"Fuck me," she commanded, squirming. "Fuck me."
He ground his heels into the bed and stabbed into her butt. She squealed in joy, taking him deep. He effected an unvarying pump. Clutching her waist, he drove in and out of that sucking hole. Her rectum embraced him. His balls spanked her.
Francesca picked up the slack. She stuffed him into her ass with a spirited shove. His bone-like thing made her moan. Breathlessly, she humped it, gyrating her hips and whacking his balls. Her gyrations caused the bed to rock.
She threw Jeff into a swelter. Her ass-hole milked his cock like a machine. He gasped at its onslaught. She dragged out the pleasure summoned by that frantic rump. He pulsated in her oiled confines. His balls ached; he thought if orgasm didn't occur shortly, they would rupture.
Francesca whipped his senses to a boil when her hand gravitated to her pussy. He watched her put a finger over her clit and jiggle like mad. Having her body connected to him, he witnessed her responsiveness.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, swaying seductively.
She plucked at her love button. "Yes. Jeff. Fill my ass with that big cock. Stuff it between my cheeks. Oh, God. I love the way it feels." Her other hand continued to run up and down Jeff's thigh. Her fingers fluttered over its coarse texture. Simultaneously, her hungry ass-hole devoured his cock with each lurch.
Being attached to Francesca while she played with herself fired Jeff's libido. His balls churned ferociously. Staying parked in her ass was excruciating. The walls of her butt crushed him. He jerked through them, concentrating on her dreamy expression. The scent of cunt pinched his nostrils. He heard those wet, stirring sounds, then pushed his cock deeper into her ass.
Francesca shuddered. "I'm cumming, Jeff. I'm cumming." Her spasmodic motion launched his orgasm.
"Ughhh," he growled, pouring everything he had into her bowels. He discharged heavily into those tight buns. Those ass cheeks flattened themselves to him, imploring him to empty his hot spunk.
The pounding at the door interrupted their rhapsodic aftermath. Her apartment echoed from its fury.
"Who the hell is that?" she snarled.
Jeff, drained of energy, slumped on the bed. Paralysis had set in.
Francesca threw on her robe. She was expecting no visitors-not at such a late hour. Upon throwing open the door, an enraged Margo Chandler confronted her.
"How did you find me?" Francesca demanded.
"Through a friend. A very good friend."
"Oh?" She automatically assumed Jeff Gould had been sloppy in covering his tracks. "Well, it doesn't matter. The damage is done. I've taken my revenge. Your most valued client has turned against you, as well as her husband. Your reputation will suffer. I'll be happy when the unfavorable publicity had an adverse effect on your lingerie business. You're through, Margo. Finished. I promised a more fitting vengeance, and made delivery."
"I could care less about my store's fate," Margo sneered. "You've destroyed the marriage of my closest friends. That was an awful thing to do."
Francesca shrugged. "They stumbled into the crossfire. It was inevitable they would sustain injury."
"You went too far. You involved innocent people in your vendetta."
"Let's say I tipped the scales of justice."
Margo, lashing her tail, went on. "I thought you were leaving those tiger lilies at my door as a brutal reminder."
"Tiger lilies?" Francesca paused. "I sent you no tiger lilies."
Margo endeavored to prompt her recollection. "Surely, they bear significance."
"I'm sorry, I didn't think to terrorize you with them. Unfortunately, I had nothing to do with them."
"That's right, my dear, you didn't," came a familiar voice behind Margo. "I was responsible for delivering them." Francesca's face fell. "Henri."
A red-haired man in his early fifties stepped out of the shadows. "I agree with Margo. You were absolutely vicious in executing your scheme."
Francesca was at the brink of tears. Seeing her brother brought tears. "But I did it for you, darling."
"I wouldn't have ordered you to wreck people's lives. You employed disgraceful tactics. If I hadn't been watching you, I would never have believed it."
"Please, Henri," Francesca sobbed. "I love you. Surely, you can understand why I had to do these things. She ruined your career. She left you shattered. She had no right to hurt you."
Her brother shook his head. "You're a fool, Francesca. I made those decisions independent of Margo's sudden departure. My talents had peaked. You gave me far too much credit-believing I could ascend the ranks of the world's renown designers. I purposely conceded. My ideas had grown stale, not because I was unable to concentrate, but because my river of inspiration had dried up. I told you these things, but you refused to accept them."
"I thought you were trying to protect her," Francesca whispered.
"You would resort to murder? Blackmail? My God. I want nothing to do with you," he said. "I disown you, Francesca. You're a disgrace to our family."
"Henri, please-"
He turned his back on her. Quietly, he said to Margo, "I apologize for my sister. She was inhuman to do the things she did. There is no excuse for her behavior."
Margo squeezed his hand. "Thank you for coming to me. If you hadn't, I might have believed Peter deceived me once again."
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "I left those tiger lilies for a reason. I wanted you to know I was near, looking over you. like a guardian angel."
"I'm sorry it didn't work out between us, Henri. You're a kind and decent man."
He sighed. "I came to realize over time that infatuation for me stemmed from respect. You didn't love me, and I eventually accepted it. I harbor no resentment. For years, I chose to be near you. I'm proud of your talent, Margo.
You're highly skilled and deserve the success you've enjoyed."
"I only wish the Hoffmanns' relationship wasn't so torn." Henri smiled. "If their love continues to exist, they'll survive."
CHAPTER TEN
The arrangement of glossies were spread across the table like a photo spread. Rick mustered the strength to review the startling shots of his wife and Margo Chandler locked in the heat of animal passion.-likewise, Nancy held her breath while studying the lingerie designer sexually ensconced. The images shown made her pulse race.
"How could you?" she bitterly whispered.
"I was thinking the very same thing."
"I don't care about your having a fling-but not with Margo. God."
"I forgot," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "She's your girl." He shook his head, unable to adjust to the new impression he had of her. "To think, I blamed myself for not arousing you. I actually believed you frigid. What I failed to understand was your sexual orientation."
She turned from the photographs. "I tried, Rick. I truly wanted to be the ideal woman."
"I suppose it doesn't really shock me. I've handled cases that involved such practices." He lowered his head. "I never had to personally deal with it."
She stroked his arm. "It's not as though I never wanted you. In the beginning, I liked making love with you."
"You tired of it, though."
She shrugged. "I needed something more."
"So you went to Margo."
"And you didn't?" Her patience wore thin. "Did you throw yourself at her, or was it the reverse?"
"Does it matter? It's done. I've washed my hands of her."
"So have I," Nancy murmured. "I'll never patronize her shop again. She's taken my last check."
"So where do we go from here? Separation? Divorce? Or shall we try to make a go of it?"
"I don't want to lose you, Rick. I'll admit, I've dabbled with the fast lane, but ultimately, it's been too riddled with guilt. I've enjoyed it less these past weeks."
He glared at the pictures of her with Margo. Nancy was at the height of excitement. He had never seen his wife so inflamed. "Have you?"
"I don't blame you for doubting me. I've hardly been the doting wife. We haven't burned the sheets of late."
He flipped the colored prints over. Seeing Margo with Nancy was equivalent to a knife twisting in his gut. Part of him still wanted her. He longed to pick up the phone and beg for a second chance. Regardless of what happened, he still lusted for her.
Nancy read his mind. "You can't let go, can you?"
He shook his head.
"I'm fooling myself, as well. She was dynamite, pure and simple." Banishing Margo from her life clearly wasn't the answer. Sacrificing her husband for the sake of sexual fulfillment wasn't, either.
Rick looked at Nancy. An idea occurred to him that required her consent. "Do you think it's possible-"
Nancy brightened. "Let's call her."
Margo Chandler was very open to a three-way. In fact, she was elated at their suggestion.
Within moments of her arrival, Nancy's head bobbed between Margo's legs. The pink of her tongue fluttered at the proffered cunt lips. Nancy took a moment to cover it with her mouth. Margo's breathing changed from slurp to slurp. Rolling her head from side to side, Margo stroked Nancy's shoulders and guided her darting tip.
"Ohhhh," Margo panted, caressing the young woman's head. "Oh yeah. Lick me."
"Mmmmm," Nancy murmured, gulping down her honeyed secretions. She delved into her lover's pink folds, extracting its perfumed essence.
Rick felt no repulsion in observing them. There was a poetic beauty about his wife and lover rolling about on their king-sized bed. The desire climbed in his loins. He couldn't remove his eyes from their undulating flesh, nor forget the wail of their mounting joy.
Margo noticed him while getting eaten. Her emerald green pupils sparkled with delight. She beckoned him with her tongue.
The front of Rick's pants swelled, revealing the shape of his stiff cock. He knelt beside Margo so that she was within groping range. He watched her small, delicate hand reach for that immense bulge. She grazed him, disbursing electrical sparks to his system. Rick's head tilted back as he sustained the rush. Margo's touch thrilled him.
Nancy's blue pupils curved upward, taking in Rick's charismatic presence. Her lips briefly rounded before she lowered her tongue into Margo's nectar-rich snatch. Nancy was just as eager for her husband to take part.
"Ohhhh," Margo sobbed. She received those agonizing slurps with gritted teeth. Nancy's laps were sheer bliss.
Rick watched his wife satisfy Margo. Studying two women locked in heavenly transport powerfully stimulated him. His dick jerked inside his pants, throbbing at full mast. He never predicted how exciting it would be to see Nancy go wild with another woman. The part he liked best was that both seemed to want him, too.
Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Margo tugged Rick's pants over his hips until the knob of his cock sprang from captivity. She reflected visible approval at the mushroomed head, then surrounded his shaft with quivering fingers.
Rick gasped in her heated enclosure. Margo drove him insane with her velvety strokes. His cock stretched through her exquisite grasp, throbbing with excitement. He could easily cum if she continued caressing him.
Margo's enthusiasm blossomed. She glowed when descending over his pulsating cock. Her tongue glided lovingly over his thing, lapping the bulb until it gleamed with saliva. She detected urgent tremors and felt him expand. Rick lengthened further at her ardent dabs. The combination of her husky breath and willingness to gobble him whole precipitated a raging storm that battered his senses.
Nancy intensified Margo's appetite by taking larger mouthfuls of cunt. She snapped up the delectable pink flesh and devoured the juices that poured from her aggravated depths. She massaged Margo's silky thighs with rotations of her thumbs, then cupped her ass cheeks in order to gain wider access with her tongue. Margo cried out when she speared her wet flesh, gleaning the flavor from both flaps.
Margo encompassed Rick with her lips. She sucked hard and urged him to spew with each seductive gyration. He shoved himself anxiously into her face, engaging her to swallow all she dared. He received enjoyment from her mouthing. After baking in her oral heat another minute, he swelled to maximum size. His cock transformed into the ten-inch monster she adored.
Margo slid between his legs and positioned herself for comfort. Rick grunted as her lips sank over his erect cock. His hoarse intake of air suggested spiraling satisfaction. Now that she had him orally trapped while bubbles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth, no option existed beyond submitting to her hot, gulping force. She moaned blissfully while he methodically fed her with a jerk of his hips.
"Christ," he grunted, witnessing the disappearance of his cock in Margo's face. He strained to see every section she captured. Her mouth, descending his shaft, dispensed its sloppy embrace. "Oh yeah. Suck it, baby. Suck it well."
"Mmmmm," Margo purred.
Nancy rearranged herself so that she was on her side. Rick took in the beguiling angles of his wife's body. Nancy was sensuous, alluring. Her flawless limbs prompted his gaze. He was lured to the flow of her lips as they vigorously devoured Margo. The impulse to detach himself from one mouth and enter another surfaced. He could barely wait to transfer himself to that opening and bury his cock to the hilt. He was close to obeying that exciting whim when Margo overtook him. He eased into her throat. Rick's chin flew up as she absorbed him. His dick extended into a void of bottomless pleasure. He relished the sensations that afflicted him. Margo's lips streamed to the top of his shaft, then reversed direction. The stagnant air rushed from his lungs.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Eat it. Swallow me. Take me down your throat." He took command of her head and controlled her consumption. He pushed down, then grunted as she slipped down his tremendous span. "Ahhhh."
Margo evoked no complaint at being manipulated. She operated on automatic pilot, following his urgent thrust. Her attachment to his pulsating member brought relentless satisfaction.
Rick could scarcely watch Margo's lips course through the film of sweat that poured from his brow. Her licks induced lightheadedness. After giving him five uninterrupted minutes of suction, she started on his balls. Her tip curled and dabbed at them, circulating foamy spit. She trained her emerald pupils on him while toying with his equilibrium. She conveyed her enjoyment through a steamy, expression.
Nancy concluded her feast between Margo's thighs, then set her sights on her husband's cock. It had been an eternity since she made oral contact with that monstrosity. She planted the tongue coated with her lover's juices on his bloated crown, then skimmed its fleshy rim. Eventually, her satiny lips took possession of his bulb. She nudged his cum slit, daubing the initial bead of jism that rose to the top, then rapidly swirled around in an effort to receive more. When no additional drops oozed, she fastened herself just below the bulbous head, then sank over his stiff cock. Her drool trickled down its magnificent swell, ahead of her rippling lips.
"Christ," Rick gasped, arching his back. He was ill-prepared to handle those scalding lashes. His wife hadn't sucked his dick in so long, he'd forgotten her style. Her warmth enveloped him.
Margo's attention to his balls was another story. Though a separate titillation, her approach complemented Nancy's. Their mouths were drawn together, with him in the middle. He was the recipient of strong, oral pleasure.
Their assortment of tricks threatened his air supply. After spending an interminable period in that heated vortex, he emerged dazed. His vision blurred as they sampled his equipment. Their loud, gulping noises dominated the room; he heard nothing above their hoarse breathing.
Rick couldn't utter a single word. Nancy's mouth opened and she took him in a greedy suck. They disabled his speech. His fingers spanned her head, attempting to regulate her impetuous mouthfuls. She resisted. He couldn't possibly navigate the placement of her clenched lips; her oral assault knocked the wind out of him.
"Mmmmm," Nancy sobbed, devouring him to the base. Once that plump head hit the roof of her mouth, she steered it into her throat. Blowing her husband after a long interval seemed unusually refreshing. Of course, having Margo with her heightened her enthusiasm to perform.
Margo lapped his balls while Nancy's lips wended their spellbinding pattern. Rick could do little more than submit to their hunger.
"Yeah, baby," Rick mentioned when he found the strength to lift himself and observe Margo's tongue dance. "Lick those balls. Kiss them."
Margo tenderly complied.
When Rick couldn't deal with another second of her oral torture, Margo combined forces with Nancy. Her tongue swirled and dashed in accordance with her lover's. Nancy traced the heavy vein along the underside, preparing it for lip-squeezing agony. Margo lapped him from top to bottom, giving him the shakes. His enthusiasm to be sucked was visible in his expression. He could barely wait to get his dick from one mouth to the next.
Rick's cock was a thriving, pulsating machine. He trembled against his wife's lips. She bore down on him, experiencing his palpitations. She was quick to swallow him when Margo came up for her share. Nancy tossed Margo a snarling look as she plunged down Rick's shaft. She took single ownership of his pleasure. He was, after all, her husband. Her sucking lips were designed to make him totally rigid before his cock sliced into her hot pussy. She deliberately brought him to teaming hardness several times in anticipation of his penetrating her.
Margo laughed at Nancy's greediness. Rather than appropriate Rick's equipment, she plotted a different course. Rising from his crotch, she climbed above his handsome countenance. Her cunt was within inches of his mouth. She began jiggling her clit. The rapid motion of her fingertips caused wet sounds to echo between her legs. Margo moaned, infused with excitement, then gradually lowered herself onto Rick's face.
Rick saw Margo's lush pussy gravitate toward him. He spread those heavy flaps with his thumbs, then reached for that tasty sap with his tongue. Margo's sharp cry pierced the room the instant he delved into that hot squish. He immediately distinguished her tangy drippings from Nancy's saliva. He loved that exotic blend and ate all he could. The more he gulped, the stronger Margo's whimper.
"Ohhhh," she wailed, pitching above his attached mouth. "More. Yes. More." In the rear portals of her mind, she hoped her cries inspired Nancy. Margo wanted her friend to take her rightful place on her husband's lap.
Nancy's clasping lips and weaving fingers managed to catch more of Rick than he expected. She sucked long and hard on his dick, urging him to cum. She expected that his explosion would occur in her mouth. She was not about to relinquish the liquid proof of her husband's enjoyment-no matter what Margo did.
"Uhhhh," Rick muttered, briefly detaching his lips to instruct his wife. "Run your tongue all over it. Bring those lips down to my balls. Let me fill that sweet mouth, baby. Oh, yeah, I'm going right down your throat. Ahhhh. It feels so good when you swallow me. More. Wrap those lips a little tighter, baby, so I can fuck your mouth "
Rick's struggle for air was legitimate. His every cell registered the charge she sustained. His wife's lips were open to receive each vital thrust. He lifted his hips to Nancy, fitting his bulk through hot compression. She sucked on him good and hard, getting the most out of it. She grabbed at that thick shaft, keeping it up with a juicy caress.
Nancy's adrenaline surged while listening to his sharp intake. Her husband anxiously responded. He followed each pore and vein she slobbered as her mouth covered him again and again. He obviously loved what his wife was doing.
Nancy released him for a second. "Have you had enough, honey?"
He groaned. "Jesus, don't stop. Finish " He cupped her head with a free hand and pushed down. He used the other to anchor Margo to his face. He tongue-fucked her honey-based snatch. He provoked her deafening reaction. The walls of Margo's pussy powerfully responded to his dips and spins. He wrung the flavor from every discernible pocket.
Margo scooped up her tits. Rick's ravenous ascent into her drenched cunt impaired her vision. She writhed against his mouth, unable to escape the brisk operation of his limber tip, nor its occasional plunge into her body.
After having her mouth on that beautiful cock, it was Nancy's intention to take every drop he had. She planned to chase the cum right out of him with her slippery tongue. She reattached her lips, recommencing the milking process.
"Oh, baby, that tongue is driving me crazy," he exhaled, unable to digest the flurry of sensations that assaulted him. "You make my cock so stiff. Oh, yeah-suck it. Ahhhh. Take every last bit. Yeah. Feels so good in your mouth."
After a few moments, he dropped his head and shoved his crotch at her face. She gulped down that hard dick as quickly as he swung it in her direction.
"Christ." The fiery lurch of his wife's lips brought further babbling. Rick could barely eat Margo. He traced her cunt lips, drinking her female essence. He nibbled on her love button until her hips frantically jerked. He tried not to dwell on the pressure of that moist, fleshy circle. Those lips smoothly covering his hard dick were impossible to discount; they cleaved to his flesh and left tingling imprints on his taut skin. He tried to finish with Margo so he could fully concentrate on the flow of that wicked mouth.
Nancy felt a twinge of resentment at Margo. She wanted to straddle her husband's face and secure his thrusting tongue. The urge to cum all over his handsome face appealed to her.
Rick gasped when Nancy's lips uncoupled his cock. He made an unsuccessful grab for her head in a bid to have her finish the job, but she eluded him. Hot drool trickled down its length as he awaited enclosure. Margo's swaying thighs obstructed his view. Just as he was about to elevate her in an effort to locate Nancy, he felt something moist seal his cockhead.
"Yes," Nancy moaned, bearing down with her wet pussy. "Oh, yes, honey. It's been so long since you've been in me. Ohhhh. I love the way it fills me"
Rick's jaw dropped as she impaled herself on him. Lancing that succulent cunt sent shimmering waves through his body. He dug his heels into the bed and braced himself for her breathless slide. His knees rose behind her undulating ass. The fronts of his thighs supported her writhing form.
"Yeah," Rick muttered. "Sit on it. Bring that pussy all the way down my cock. Yeah."
Margo heard Nancy's panting drone, then carefully negotiated a complete turn to face her. Rick's lips nor tongue were never far from her snatch. She saw the ecstasy flourish on Nancy's angular face as she rose and fell on her husband. They were both linked to the most intimate parts of him. While Nancy rode his cock, Margo wrapped her arms around her. She savored the searing poke of her hard nipples, smothering them to hers.
Nancy knew she was being embraced, but was unable to divide her attention. Taking Rick's big dick into her pussy inundated her senses. Sightlessly, she jammed her pussy over that bone-solid mass, transporting her cunt lips to the thick stem where she ended her descent with a juicy twist. He throbbed heavily within musky confinement. She ground herself to his fat base, getting what she needed from its inflexible state.
Margo encased one of Nancy's nipples with her lips and sucked. She delicately throttled the nub with her tongue until Nancy moaned. She drew deeply on each nipple until they were transformed to stiff peaks, then bathed them in spit. Margo wasn't content until she felt Nancy's shiver before releasing them. She recognized that quiver as belonging to the euphoria she gifted her.
Rick groaned when Nancy fully smashed him in her cunt and those satiny ass cheeks brushed his balls. He reciprocated by shoving himself high into her slippery hole until straining at the top. Nancy's emerging sob revealed her enjoyment.
Margo was not forgotten. Rick glided into her pussy and gave her the licking she deserved. His wriggling tip furnished her with joy. Her rich shaking followed. He tongue-fucked her while thrusting in Nancy's tight cunt.
He watched Margo's tongue go into Nancy's mouth while they were attached to him. He permitted them a moment of affection before he drove himself into their bodies with everything he had. Their kiss was fleeting. Nancy's features contorted as he stuck himself into the farthest recesses of her cunt. Margo nearly swooned as he furiously lapped her damp flesh. He made certain the girls were aware of him throughout their journey.
"Ohhhh," Nancy whimpered as Rick dug into her slick folds. She humped him savagely, regaining some of her sassiness. She sank on that cock, letting the saturated flaps of her cunt consume him. A jolt of pleasure hit her when his manly bulk rolled over her excited clit. "Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck mp."
Rick pounded her with cock. The wet smack of her pussy to his groin rumbled. He went as fast as he could, plunging into her hot squish. Brightness came to Nancy's cheeks. Her lips parted and animal sounds spilled. He crammed every inch possible into that juicy receptacle, giving her a memorable ride.
Nancy came fast. Rick's nonstop pumping sent her over the edge. She spasmed so quickly and intensely, she was left dazed. She contracted around that rigid, shifting mass that belonged to her husband, constricting him with all the muscles at her command. "Oh, honey. Yes! Oh, yes!"
Margo watched the light in Nancy's eyes blaze, then dim as orgasm occurred. After a moment, she went totally limp and dismounted Rick. His long, thick cock remained upright and ready to occupy its next subject.
Margo didn't waste a moment. She lifted herself from Rick's face and impaled herself on that shaft. A second after embedding him, she gasped. The size of Rick's cock stole her air. She engaged his incredible length, knowing it wouldn't take much. His limber tip had her halfway there as it was. All she required was some of his male hardness to finish the job.
Rick grunted as Margo's snug pussy sailed up and down his cock. The change fired him with urgency. He knew prolonging the enjoyment was not within his power. The urge to shoot was imperative.
He gathered up Margo's tits and tweaked the nipples as they swung toward him. She bobbed precariously on his lap, on the verge of blossoming.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered. "Cum all over my cock."
Contortions suddenly marred Margo's beautiful face. She cried out, tensing around his dick. Rick lost control and let his cum surge.
"Ughhh," he moaned. "Ughhh." He gushed into her clutching pussy, injecting her with hot goo.
Gradually, Margo lowered herself onto his heaving chest and whisked him with her swollen nipples. She murmured her joy, just as Nancy brushed his mouth with her lips.
"I'm sorry for my brash behavior," Nancy murmured to Margo. "Please reinstate my account."
"My conduct was equally appalling," Rick said. "Will you forgive us?"
"I'm thinking about taking a vacation," Margo informed them. "After that, I just may let my business fold."
"Fold The Golden Chemise?" Nancy echoed, feeling the press of panic. "You can't do that."
Margo smiled. "I've given it considerable thought. I've reached the pinnacle of my career. I'd like to take time off and enjoy my life, without the pressure of competition."
"You have little competition. Your rivals copy your best stuff."
"For now." She sighed. "A man from my past came back into my life. I want to give him a second chance. He's a wonderful photographer, with assignments the world over."
Rick examined her closely. "He isn't the guy who took those pictures of us?"
"No. That's not Peter's style. Not anymore."
Rick grinned. "Peter, eh? Are you telling us that this fuck was our swan song?"
Margo nodded. "You two don't need me. Judging from the passion you just enjoyed, I'm no longer the glue that binds you together. There's still plenty of excitement left in your marriage."
"We'll never forget what you've done for us, Margo," Nancy said. "You helped us rediscover each other."
