The young, tanned studs sandwiched writhing Rosie between them. They fucked her rhythmically, Bill's groin pummeling her crotch, John's groin slamming into her fleshy ass cheeks. The older woman held her breath as she thrilled to the delights of double penetration. Then, with the water rippling along the tropical shore, her toes digging into the wet sand, Rosie exhaled in one long scream that pierced the night As two hard cock shot molten jizz into her front and rear entries, Rosie's orgasmic pleasure soared to heights she'd never before imagined. And, as she continued to cum powerfully, Rosie didn't think of her hubby once.
CHAPTER ONE
Ingrid put her hands on Bernie's shoulders and stared into his sweaty face. Stress twisted his features into a grimace, giving him the peculiar look of a man trying to lift a heavy load, not one who enjoying the pleasure of fucking a sensuous woman. She shook her head slowly, not from passion, but from perplexity.
"Bernie, don't make fucking me seem like such a chore," she whispered. "Relax and enjoy it. Fucking me can't be that bad!"
"Hush!" he grunted harshly. "Don't interrupt me.
"You're going to have a heart attack, Bernie. Take it easy. We'll both get there. You don't have to kill yourself."
His exertion worried her. He wasn't over the hill, but he was no youngster, either. He was just past 50, twice her age. The way he huffed and puffed and strained was clear proof he had not paid enough attention to his physical condition. If he paid it any attention at all. His wheezing overshadowed the sound of his prick sliding in and out of soggy cunt.
"Roll over, dear," she suggested quietly. "Let me get on top and fuck you."
His face got redder. "No!" he grated. "Don't talk like that! You're a lady, not a whore!"
"Have it your way," she said in resignation. If he died in the saddle, then he died. She hoped he didn't, though. He wasn't a bad guy, all things considered. He was just do damned inhibited!
Bernie did stop trying so hard, but only after his breath began to feel like sandpaper in his throat. Although he didn't want to admit it, Ingrid was right. How could he admit to a woman, especially one so young and fresh, so desirable, that fucking her taxed him? A real man never admitted such a failing.
He hovered over her with his hands planted firmly on the mattress by her shoulders and scrutinized her radiant face ... the multi-colored eyes that changed color with the light and her mood ... the full lips ... the sensuous mouth, just slightly too big for her face ... her high, prominent cheekbones. Her long auburn hair spread over the pillow, undo: her head like a burnished halo.
He angled his hips as he fucked, trying to rub her clit with the shaft of his prick at least once in a while. He had heard, had been told actually, that a woman's clit needed some stimulation while fucking. He had no idea why. He tried anyway.
Her pussy felt like an oven, sparked hot licking flames along the entire length of his shaft, ignited the smoldering coals in his balls. He had never fucked such a fiery woman. Her outright enjoyment of sex embarrassed him.
Ingrid was lost in her own thoughts. Bernie's cock felt so good in her pussy. Most any cock did, even the small ones. Contrary to the popular belief that only a large prick could satisfy a woman, she knew small ones used skillfully generated just as much pleasure.
She wanted to tell Bernie how good his cock felt, how much she enjoyed having it in her, how much she liked to fuck. For the moment, she left the words unspoken. He didn't like for her to be so open about her carnal feelings. Any more than he liked for her to suggest that he eat her pussy, or . that he put his cock in her mouth and let her suck him off. Both suggestions horrified him.
She also endeavored to lie still and let him do the fucking, as he asked. She lost the battle and gave up the struggle of keeping her mouth shut and her body still. To her, fucking and fun were synonymous, letting it all hang out and enjoying herself to the fullest.
"Ooohhh, Bernie, your cock fills my cunt so well," she whispered hotly. She pressed her head into the pillow and wiggled her hips back and forth and around and around, totally thrilled by his prick. The frenetic, grasping muscles of her cunt sucked on the head of his dick. "Do you like it when I do that?" she asked, not caring what he thought.
Bernie was one of those stoic fellows who insisted that his woman lie still and let him do the work. He never let a woman get off her back, never put his head between a woman's legs and licked her pussy, never let a woman take his cock in her mouth, even for a moment, let alone to suck him off, never put his fingers in a woman's sex hole. Plain and simply, he firmly believed that having sex meant putting his cock in a pussy and banging away. Everything else was forbidden by his shallow mind.
Now, however, he had more than met his match. This passionate woman-this wanton woman-had a mind of her own. She not only ignored his sense of propriety, she demanded that he play by her rules, and he felt powerless to resist her beguilement.
In spite of himself, he grunted with pleasure when her tight channel clamped around his cock. The pressure of her fluttering cunt muscles staggered him. He moaned, a deep, guttural sound that expressed surrender as much as it expressed his enjoyment. He fucked his cock in deep and slow. He felt her cunt vibrating around his cock, felt her syrupy pussy cream swamp his shaft.
He blunted his passion by supreme mental effort so he could thoroughly enjoy the fabulous pleasure of her superb pussy. He couldn't deny that fucking her was absolute pleasure; couldn't take that away from her, no matter how active she got.
Changing the pace, he eased his bloated cock out, keeping just the bulb-shaped head inside the entrance of her frothy cunt, denying himself the sublime delight of her sweltering snatch for a few moments. He clearly heard the squishing sounds of her pussy as it sucked at him, opposing his withdrawal.
"Put it back!" Ingrid whimpered, loving every second of his lascivious tease. "Give me your cock! Fuck me slowly!" She raked his back with her nails, going all the way down his spine. Then her hands snaked under his body and her nails grazed lightly through his pubic hair and around the base of his prick.
She rocked her hips and rolled her ass back and forth on the bed. "Fuck me!" she urged.
"Son of a bitch!" he whispered irately. Learning he couldn't deny her, couldn't resist her demands, shocked him. Earlier, he thought he wanted to make fucking her a regular thing, was under the impression she also wanted him to be her steady lover. Now, he didn't know if he could handle her. She easily forced him to do things he didn't want to do. But dammit, he loved it! Loved her earthy, honeyed voice. Loved her tight, sleek twat.
He fucked the head of his prick back into her cunt and didn't stop until half of his swollen prick was inside her wiggling, zealous body. The pulsing of her pussy muscles was extraordinary. The deeper he fucked, the more pressure she applied to his cockshaft.
"I love your cock!" she cried. "Oh, baby, your cock feels soooooo gooooood! So delightful!" The urgency of her body grew with each inch of prick that slipped into her soggy sex sheath. She needed a long, sensuous fuck. She had to slow him down, to keep him from rushing to completion so she could enjoy it as long as possible.
Bernie eased back, feeling the powerful suction of her cunt muscles as they tried to hold his cock prisoner. "Like this?" He had to ask. This was all so new to him. And him a fifty-year-old man!
"Ummmmmm, that's right. Now, hang on, baby. I'm going to take you for a ride!" He wouldn't let her get on top, but that didn't mean she couldn't fuck him, as he would soon learn. She planted her feet, bent her knees slightly, and raised her ass. Her cunt swallowed the full length of his prick as she lifted her ass. She gripped his prick tightly with her cunt, then let her ass drop slowly back to the bed. "How about that? Did it feel good?" she asked, grinning like a little imp.
He looked between her legs, at her lascivious seam that held just the head of his cock. "Well, I ... ".
"Oh, don't be an old fuddy-duddy! Relax. Fucking is fun, not work! If you're going to keep me this way, forming the proverbial two-backed beast, at least enjoy it! The world isn't going to end if you admit you like to fuck me."
His face turned a darker shade of red. His flush of confusion didn't fool her. She knew she had a terrific cunt, knew how glorious it felt as it lovingly embraced his prick. She lifted her ass again, held his rigid lance tightly inside her vibrant sheath and rotated her ass slowly.
"You can't tell me that doesn't feel good!" She grabbed his hips with both hands and shook her ass vigorously, like a hula dancer.
"Son of a bitch!" he wheezed.
She pumped her hips up and down, stroking the length of his prick with her grasping cunt-long, slow strokes. She lowered her ass until his prick almost slipped out of her cunt, then slowly raised herself again. She sighed with delight as his cock filled her cunt once more, forcing her creamy fuck juice out around it, making her pussy lips wetter. Over and over, she performed the wanton, arduous task, taking them both closer and closer to the peak, the long way around.
She let her ass drop back to the bed and said, "Now, you fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me good and make me cum." She was too tired to continue the demanding action and then really enjoy her orgasm when it arrived. She squirmed her ass around, just to draw his interest and attention back to the task at hand.
Bernie pulled his cock out to the tip,, staring into her passion-filled face as he slowly pushed back in to the hilt. Steamy, slippery fuck sap soaked his shaft. Soft, sensuous cunt muscles milked his cock. His pubic hair mingled with her dark red cunt hair. He held himself still, reveling in the wonderful sensations her cunt showered on his prick.
"Ooohhh, Bernie! I love having my cunt so full of hard cock!" She rocked her hips, thrilling to his prick inside her pussy. "I can feel it throbbing deep inside me!" She ground her clit into his hard pubic bone. She suddenly found herself being swept toward her climax. She held back, wanting to prolong the sensuous sex play. "Pull back! Fuck me hard!" She clenched her teeth in expectation.
He obeyed without, thought, reacting to her bawdy words rather than listening to his narrow mind. He pulled his prick out of her cunt, fighting those tight pussy muscles all the way. Then he slammed forward in a searing flash, fucking his cock to the hilt with one vicious lunge. Swiftly, he brought his prick back and fucked it back in again, repeating the maneuver.
The forceful fucking stabs drove Ingrid well beyond the point of no return. She grunted maniacally after each jab, then began to moan loudly. He heard her mournful wails and stopped the furious barrage with only the head of his prick still in her cunt.
She threw her cunt at him. "Fuck me, damn you!" she hissed harshly, leaving no room for argument .
Bernie sucked in his breath. Wanting to fuck her as deeply as possible, and to show her he was in control, he rammed his cock into her as hard as he could.
"Oooooo," Ingrid said approvingly. Her head swirled in a sea of passion. She gulped and grabbed his biceps tightly. Her pussy quaked with exultation. She held onto his arms and waited for the fantastic trip into orbit. "Do it!" she urged, her voice cracking with exhilaration.
Bernie did. Hard, fast, furious fucks that swelled his prick inside her pussy and brought a gushing froth from her vibrating pussy. He watched her face, saw her eyes widen and the pupils dilate. He fucked her cunt faster, harder, so powerfully his balls smacked heavily against the cheeks of her upturned ass.
Sublime euphoria filled Ingrid's beautiful face. She saw the preoccupied look on Bernie's face and fought a losing battle against the urge to fuck back at him. His rampaging prick rendered her incapable of thinking of anything but cumming. Every muscle in her body coiled. Her mind whirled in a sea of lust. Her cunt was about to explode. She soared rapidly toward that incredible peak.
Her voluptuous body began to writhe and bounce in all directions at once. Her cunt clamped and released automatically, alternating between squeezing the juice from his cock and releasing so he could fuck her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, mad with passion, crazy with the need to get off on his cock. Her cunt slammed up at him. Her belly slapped against his with loud smacks. "Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed at the top of her voice.
Bernie forced her humping body down, pinning her to the bed, trying to subdue her madly wiggling ass. He gasped, gritted his teeth, and tried with all his might to hold his passions in check. He lost the fight before the opening blow. This extraordinary woman was too much for him. He was going to cum in spite of himself.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Ingrid cried. Eroticism contorted her face. She struggled beneath him, trying to force him to fuck her the way she wanted. "Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me hard!" Frustration from her inability to move, to fuck herself on his cock, made her desperate. He had her pinned helplessly to the bed and she couldn't do a damn thing about it!
Bernie waited, fighting his own passion with all his strength. Her cunt was gradually destroying his control, pulsating, caressing his cock, soaking it with an ocean of feverish fuck cream. Her passion-crazed expression was a turn-on. He leered at her tits, watching them shimmy and shake in rhythm with her struggling body. He marveled at the lust she exuded. He gave in to her passion, surrender to her spastic cunt. Actually, he lost the battle the moment he stuck his cock in her, but only now realized it.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ooohhh, damn!" Bernie bellowed. He yanked his cock out to the tip, then rammed it back in, all the way to his balls! His hips lunged in a blinding sequence of hard, fast fucks. He raced like a madman to the summit and the orgasm that lay just beyond.
"Yessssss!" Ingrid screamed. "Like that! Fuck meeeeee! Like that! Fuck me like that!"
Her urgent scream penetrated his skull and rattled around in his brain. He continued to fuck her splendid cunt with his spearing cock, abruptly changing from long, strokes to short, battering plunges, delivered with more strength. He tried to drive her sensuously twisting ass through the mattress.
Ingrid fought him, matching his strength with her own, smashing her body up into him as he fucked her mercilessly into the bed. She loved it. Craved it. Wanted more! Her nails turned into talons as she frantically clawed his biceps. Saliva gurgled in her throat.
He increased his already blazing pace until his hips were moving in a blur. His cock sliced through her foaming fuck juice and bored into her cunt, burning everything in its path.
They hit the peak together. Tumbled and rolled and bounced down the long slope, an adult Jack and Jill, giving and receiving satisfaction simultaneously.
He groaned, louder than before. His vision blurred. His cock blew apart inside her cunt, an exploding stick of dynamite. His cock bombarded her pussy with sizzling fuck cream. Thick jet streams of hot jizz shot deep into her gulping, spastic cunt. His entire being poured out the end of his prick in thick gobs.
"I feel it! More! Fuck me harder!" Ingrid was insane, screaming out her desire, whipping around in her orgasm, totally immersed in her lust. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She howled with fervor as his scalding sperm spewed deep into the boiling cauldron of her cunt. She soared into oblivion, spiraled up the vortex of the orgasmic whirlwind that threatened to blow her away.
Bernie watched Ingrid cum, reveling in her ecstatic expression of. elation. He had never seen a more erotic sight. Pure lust veiled her face, sexual passion that bubbled up from the core of her being. He continued to fuck her with short, rapid strokes of his cock, watching and fucking gallantly, trying to prove his manhood.
They fought the orgasmic battle heroically, totally oblivious to everything as they soared higher and higher, pushed by mind-gripping climaxes.
Bernie fucked at her sucking cunt relentlessly, but feebly. Ingrid took his fucking and whacked back at him with her pussy, grinding her clit into his groin when they fused together. Her mind-boggling orgasm took her along the rapid current to the very brink of a roaring waterfall of madness.
One last shot of thick cum spurted from Bernie's prick. It triggered another orgasm that washed over Ingrid's body, exhausting her. She was incapable of stopping and unable to continue. Her body stiffened, shuddered, then collapsed beneath him, trembling as if suffering from a high fever.
"Damn!" Bernie grunted, crashing down, throwing himself to the side at the last moment so he wouldn't crush her.
Ingrid wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled with him. "Dear God!" she whispered. "What a fantastic fuck!" She swallowed her leaping heart and calmed her nerves as the tingling sensations left her body.
"Turn loose," he said. "I have to clean up."
"Don't be a silly goose," she replied, tightening her legs around his body. "Stay right where you are. Let your cock soak in my pussy. I love it."
"Ingrid, what in the world's come over you?" Bernie sounded genuinely puzzled. "You've never been like this before."
"Bernie, dear, you've never fucked me before," she said patiently. "You've known me only as your good buddy's very prim and proper wife." She laughed, deeply, sexily, the sound coming from deep in her chest. "All those years you were Frank's best friend and spent so much time with us, I always wondered if you'd like to get in my pants." She pressed her heels into his ass and pulled him a little closer. "Did you ever think about fucking me?"
"Ingrid! You embarrass me."
"Oh, come on, Bernie! Really now! Frank's dead from that damned heart attack. Has been for a year. And you're here with me, in my bed, the bed where Frank and I used to fuck, with your cock still in my pussy. You can't tell me that the idea of. fucking me came over you just yesterday."
"Ingrid, nice women-ladies-don't talk that way."
Ingrid uncoiled her legs, rolled away from him and sat up facing him, her eyes blazing. "Just what do you mean by that?"
"Just what I said, dear. Look, Ingrid, I think the world of you. Always have. But there are some things a lady just doesn't do. Talking that way is one of them. And asking me if I'd ever thought about ... well, you know what I mean."
"I know you sound like something out of the Middle Ages, Bernie. You're teasing me, right? You can't really mean it embarrasses you for me to say fuck." She sat up very straight, pushed her chest out, unconsciously displaying her tits.
Her imposing tits looked like two mountains of firm white flesh capped by large, pinkish areolae and thick nipples. Faint blue veins show through the translucent skin. A dense forest of auburn hair, which she let grow wild and free, covered her crotch.
Her magnificent body momentarily distracted him, made it difficult to look into her eyes as he replied, "I'm not teasing, Ingrid. A lady has to have standards. Do you hear what I'm saying?"
"What I hear, Bernie, is a damned stick-in-the-mud! Are you telling me that you think I enjoy fucking too much and that I say so?"
"Well, I guess it's okay for a woman to like sex. But she shouldn't be so damned open and brazen about it. She should be demure. You know what I mean?"
"Bernie, look at me. I'm nearly six feet tall. I wear a 36-DD bra, and the damn things pinch! If folks are polite, they say I'm statuesque. If they're not polite, they say I'm big. How the hell can I be demure?"
"You know what I mean. I was thinking about asking you to move in with me and let me take care of you, but now I don't know. You'd embarrass me, I'm afraid. I wouldn't want any of my friends to see the way you act or hear the way you talk."
"Bernie, you can't be serious! You don't really think I act or talk this way in public, do you? The only people who see this side of me are the ones who are in bed with me, fucking my brains out! Don't you realize you're seeing the private side of me? I can't believe you would insult me, then turn right around and say you were thinking of asking me to be your lover. That's wild!"
"I don't mean it as an insult, Ingrid. I'm just telling you how I think a lady should act. I do want to take care of you."
"I can take care of myself, Bernie. Quite well, as a matter-of-fact."
"If you're talking about that spa thing you own, that's something else I don't agree with. That's no job for a lady. All those men and women running half-naked, or wearing such tight clothes they leave nothing to the imagination."
"Yeah, those leotards the girls wear make your cock stand up and take notice, don't they?"
Ingrid was deliberately needling him now. He'd made a serious mistake by coming on like her guardian, telling her what she could and couldn't do. Not even Frank had ever treated her like that. way, and he was almost as inhibited as Bernie. Maybe they caught it? from each other during all those years they spent together.
"Ingrid!" Bernie's face reddened. "See? That's just what I mean."
"Admit it, Bernie. You like to look at those women. Hell, there's nothing wrong with that. I like to look at shapely women as much as you do. I look at the men, too. Some of them have big bulges in their crotches."
"You sound terrible, Ingrid. Get out of that place. Come live with me and let me take good care of you."
"Bernie, you don't want to 'take care' of me. You want me handy so you can fuck me whenever you wish, on your terms. If you wanted to take care of me, you'd eat my pussy and let me suck your cock. You don't even want me to move when we fuck! I'm not accustomed to all those restrictions. Frank never treated me that way. He let me be me."
"Oh, come on, Ingrid. Do you honestly expect me to believe that he ... uh ... did those things?"
"Eat my pussy? Let me suck him off? Of course. All the time. And, as often as not, I got on top and fucked him." Ingrid wasn't kidding, but she was rubbing it in.
"I don't believe that! That's not the Frank I knew."
"You never joined us for a rousing fuck, Bernie. Maybe if you had, you'd have found out about the real me. You would have been welcome, you now. Frank wouldn't have minded, and I would have loved it!" Now she was lying. Oh, as far as she was concerned, Bernie would have been welcome to join them, but Frank would have blown a gasket if she had ever suggested such a thing to him. Her dear, departed husband didn't' know about her penchant for licking pussy now and then, either.
"This is too much!" Bernie rolled over to the edge of the bed and sat up, his back to Ingrid. "I'd better leave. This is getting out of hand."
"About your suggestion that we live together, Bernie, I won't do that, but we can be lovers. We can fuck any time you wish." She paused, then continued, sure that she had his undivided attention. "Provided, of course, that you're willing to eat my pussy and let me suck your cock. We can work out the arrangements where I would get on top every so often and fuck you. And, you'd have to agree to let another man help you fuck me now and then. I'd make it up to you, of course, by inviting another woman to join us so you had two pussies to fuck. How about one of the girls you like to ogle at my health club? Some of them are pretty wild in bed." She didn't tell him how she knew. "What do you say? Shall we start right now? Show me how serious you are by eating my pussy."
"Ingrid!" Bernie jumped up and ran into the bathroom.
With a deep sigh, Ingrid lay down on her back and stared at the ceiling. Bernie wasn't really a bad sort. He just lived in the Stone Age. She had often wondered why he never married. Now she had a good idea why. He was so obstinately conservative. She could understand someone being a fiscal conservative, which she was, or a political conservative, but being unadventurous in sex was beyond her grasp. As soon as a woman found out what Bernie was really like, they were long gone good-bye. She couldn't blame them.
She'd lived a much more active sex life in her mind than she had in actuality, but Frank hadn't been nearly as hung-up as Bernie. Trying to handle a steady diet of his restrictive way was almost unthinkable. She'd be climbing the walls in a week.
None of the men she'd dated since Frank's death excited her that much. Too many of them shared Bernie's view of sex. She heard rumors about men in her social circle keeping a mistress, or getting this wife or the other into bed. She wondered if it was just so much bullshit. If not, those women obviously didn't want any more from their men than what Bernie was willing to give.
What a damn waste. If a married woman was going to fuck another man, she should at least get something more than just a strange cock out of it. Getting the same old treatment you could get at home was no fun.
Bernie came out of the bathroom, stood by the bed, shifting from one foot to the other, looking down at Ingrid. She deliberately inhaled deeply to push her tits out and spread her legs so he could see her pussy, still wet with his cum. She stared at him through slitted eyes, refusing to speak first.
"Well," he said finally, "I ... uh ... guess I'd better be getting along."
"You know the way out," she said lazily.
"Yeah. Well ... uh ... will I see you again?"
"Don't you mean can you fuck me again?"
"Ingrid! Don't do that!"
"Lighten up, Bernie. We could fuck on a regular basis, you know. All you have to do is eat my pussy as often as I want, let me suck your cock, and fuck me at least twice a day. Oh, and let me get on top some of the time. Inviting another man to help you fuck me is negotiable. I suppose you'd insist on inviting another woman now and then so you could fuck both of us."
"Ingrid! You're so different than I though you'd be. You almost spoiled it for me by ... uh ... well, by moving so much."
"Bernie, Bernie, Bernie! You made up your mind about me a long time ago, didn't you? Only trouble is, you got it all wrong. Did you know, by the way, that we're about the only society in the world where the male gets on top and holds the female down while he fucks her? In the South Pacific, for example, the man kneels between the woman's legs, puts his cock in her, and encourages her to move all she wants. He knows how to get a good fuck out of a girl."
"I don't think we could ever get it worked out, Ingrid."
"You're probably right, Bernie. Well, it's your loss. I won't see you for several weeks, at least, in any case. I'm going to visit a friend in the Caribbean. But it was a pretty good fuck tonight, considering. You think enjoy is stronger than like, don't you? Well, I enjoyed it. Did you?"
He shook his head in bewilderment and confusion. She was a lot more woman than he could ever learn to handle. Poor old Frank! No wonder he died from a massive coronary. A man couldn't be too careful about women. Too bad Frank hadn't tamed her and taught her to be a proper wife. If he had, he might still be alive today.
Ingrid heard him gathering up his clothes in the living room, then a few minutes later the front door closed behind him. She sighed deeply again and went to the bathroom to shower. At least she should sleep well. It had been a pretty good fuck-if she ignored the intense feeling that something vital was missing. She wanted a tongue in her pussy and a cock in her mouth so badly!
CHAPTER THREE
Ingrid knew men ogled her. They hadn't always. In high school, the other kids snickered at her tall, gangly body. Even her prowess on the girls' basketball team hadn't won her entrance to the elite cliques.
She hadn't begun to blossom until shortly before she met Frank. He was the first man to really pay attention to her. When he asked her to marry him, she didn't hesitate, even though he was twice her age. At the time, she had no idea he was well-to-do. Not that it would have mattered. He wasn't everything she dreamed of in a man, but he was more than she expected.
She felt like an Amazonian fantasy come to life as she swung along the pedestrian mall on 16th Street, basking in the admiring gazes from the men. And even some of the women. She deserved the stares. She had dressed to attract attention. Her short leather skirt highlighted her long, shapely legs. Her large tits, unfettered by a bra, jiggled enticingly under her clingy silk blouse. Unlike some women who dress provocatively, then lose their cool when they draw stares, she welcomed, enjoyed, the open admiration.
She returned the stares of some of the men, aware they were fantasizing about fucking her. She didn't know about the women. If, however, the right ones were interested in swapping clit licks with her, they would find her receptive to the idea. She wanted a tongue in her pussy, and right now it didn't matter if it was male or female. She would gladly trade licks and a little tribadism with a sexy woman who knew how to please another woman.
She felt no danger from some deviate who might have ideas of abusing her. Shortly after she bought the health club, she hired a karate instructor to teach a class in self-defense for interested women. She had been taking private lessons, and would soon qualify for her black belt. Given her size and knowledge of martial arts, she felt capable of handling most any situation. So far, she hadn't had to use her skills, but would not hesitate if the need arose.
She turned into a boutique that carried her favorite fragrance and went directly to the perfume counter. She paused to savor the aroma of the myriad scents wafting through the air. The sales lady was busy, so she waited patiently, eyeing the various bottles, wondering if she should try something different for a change. She noticed a tall, ruggedly handsome man, wearing a sport jacket, slacks, loafers and open-necked shirt, staring at her from a short distance away. The sales lady arrived, and Ingrid turned her attention to making her purchase.
She turned away from the counter and nearly bumped into the man. She muttered, "Excuse me," and started to walk away.
"Ingrid?" he said. "Ingrid Bach? It really is you, isn't it? I thought I recognized the face, but the body had me fooled for a minute."
She looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, I don't ... "
"Monty Stevens," he said.
She pointed her finger at him and laughed. "The Nerd!"
He pointed his finger at her and laughed. "The Ugly Duckling! Imagine running into you like this.
I had no idea you were still in Denver."
"I never left, Monty. My last name is Hartman now."
"You're married?" he asked, looking gloomy, clearly disappointed by the prospect.
"Widow, Monty. For the past year."
His face brightened. "Good. I mean, I'm sorry, my condolences, but...."
Ingrid smiled and Said, "I know what you mean, Monty. We had a good marriage. A part of me will always miss him, but life must go on. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. You've changed. For the better."
Monty grinned. "Yeah, I filled out a little, didn't I? Guess I'm still a nerd, though. But you, my God, how you've changed! You always had a beautiful face, but I never thought you would develop such a gorgeous body. My God, Ingrid, you're a real fox! Talk about an ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan!"
"Why, thank you, Monty." She glanced around the boutique, which carried only items for women. "I don't want to intrude, but can we have lunch and talk about old times? If you have someone waiting for you, I'll understand."
He shook his head. "I just came in to look for a birthday present for my mother. I'd love to have lunch. Do you mind if we stop by my place first? I have to make a couple of phone calls. It's close by. We can walk. We can have a drink, then decide where to go for lunch. But I warn you, only the best will do for such a gorgeous woman."
"My, my, you have changed," Ingrid laughed. "I don't remember you being so suave." She slipped her arm though his and they left the boutique. "I didn't know anyone lived downtown."
"When the mall was built, several of the older buildings were remodeled into condos. It's the latest thing for yuppies." He escorted her up a flight Of stairs, into a glass-covered skywalk, then into one of the buildings. "I've already had my exercise for the day, so we'll take the elevator," he said. He punched a code into a keypad by the door and the elevator door opened.
Ingrid's stomach nearly sagged into her shoes as the car whizzed upward. It coasted to a smooth stop and the door opened into a thickly carpeted foyer. Monty ushered her into a huge living room.
Ingrid paused and looked around. Everything in the room spoke of money. The latest in high-tech stereo gear, the huge TV, the large leather couch and matching chairs. Lots of money. She wandered over to the window and looked out over the city at the breathtaking view of the mountains while Monty took off his coat and made a couple of drinks at the bar.
"Impressive," she said as she turned and accepted the Tequila Sunrise. She took a sip of her drink. "Hmmm, perfect."
"Remember the time we lied about our age and sneaked into that little bar downtown?"
"Just so I could try a Tequila Sunrise," she said. "You read in the paper about the bartender there making the best ones in town and just had to try one."
"I thought the name sounded so exotic," she said. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "We had some good times, didn't we?"
"The two high school misfits," he said pensively. "No one else liked us, so we liked each other."
"I still like you, Monty," she said sincerely. She glanced around the room again. "Looks like you're doing all right for yourself. I assume there's more to this place."
"Yes, I have the whole floor. Used to be a loft."
"I know I'm prying, but I have to know. Is it very expensive?"
"It set me back a little over a million."
"You own it? Now I am impressed!" She sat on the plush leather couch and crossed her legs, showing him an expanse of lovely thigh. "Is robbing banks a fun way to make a living?"
He laughed and sat beside her. "Yes."
"Seriously, what do you do for a living?"
"It will sound like bragging if I tell you," he said modestly.
"Tell me anyway," she insisted. "Anyone who can pay a million bucks for a place to live and furnish it with such expensive gadgets and furniture has earned the right to brag."
"Guess I'm still a nerd. At heart, anyway. I'm a business consultant. Help people start small businesses, find financing, get their accounts set up right, that sort of thing. His real money is in doing computer security work for the big boys. They gladly pay through the nose for programs to keep their records and trade secrets safe from prying eyes."
"If I remember right, you didn't think you'd be able to afford college. You didn't learn all of that in high school or some trade school."
"No, I won a merit scholarship to the University of Chicago School of Business. Studied economics, business, computers, all that stuff. What about you? What are you doing these days?"
"Playing Miss Rich Bitch," Ingrid laughed. "Frank, my husband, left me quite well-off. I own a health club and a bunch of stocks and securities. If I don't go hog wild, I won't have to worry for the rest of my life. You must know a lot about stocks and so forth."
"Quite a bit. I've developed a couple of computer programs for my own. use to .track the market. That's what paid for this place and all the fancy gadgets."
"Would you take a look at my portfolio? See if I can do better. I don't know the first thing about stocks and bonds. I'll pay your standard fee, of course."
"I wouldn't dream of charging you. Call it a return for favors done in the past, if you like.
"What kind of favors?" She laughed. "Again, if I remember correctly, the one time you tried to get in my pants turned put to a disaster for both of us. Or don't you remember the night we graduated?"
"I remember all too well! I'm not so clumsy now."
Ingrid gave him a critical look and said, "No, I don't imagine you are. You've become quite a hunk." She set her glass on the coffee table. "Well, where do you want to go for lunch?"
"We can decide later. Are you very hungry?"
"Oh, you have to make your phone calls," she said. "No hurry. I had a late breakfast."
"The phone calls can wait. Would you like to see the rest of the place?"
"Sure, if I'm not keeping you from something more important."
"Nothing is more important than what I'm doing right now." Monty grinned. "I checked with the boss. He said I could take the afternoon off."
"You keep talking that way and you'll turn a girl's head."
"I hope so."
They started in the kitchen. Ingrid noted the heavy pots and pans and utensils hanging on the large circular rack above a butcher block table in the middle of the floor.
"Well laid out, well equipped," she said. "No pots with copper bottoms like you see in the pictures in magazines."
"They spread heat okay, but they don't hold it. Heavy steel is better. The best cookware comes from Europe, unfortunately. I like to buy American whenever I can. At least my cast iron ware is American.
"Don't tell me you cook?"
"Yep. I like to cook. Learned as a little boy. My older sister hated the kitchen, so Mom made me help her. She didn't realize she was doing me a big favor. If a man is going to be a bachelor, he should know how to cook."
"Well, well, a man of many talents. I meant to ask if you've ever been married."
"No." He took her .hand and led her down the hall. "Never met a woman who could hold my interest that long." He showed her a bathroom and the guest room with its own bath. "And here's the master bedroom."
Ingrid stepped into a huge room. Skylights let in abundant light; giving the room an airy feeling. She looked at the king-size bed and chuckled. "Typical bachelor."
"Red satin bed clothes and mirrors on the walls and ceiling are necessary to keep up my image," he said. "I have black ones, too. I also have a set covered with huge sun flowers and a set covered with daisies."
Ingrid cocked her head to one side and lifted an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Not hardly. Girls are my forte." He laughed. "I like color. In case you're wondering, you aren't the first one to ask."
"Male or female?"
"Female. I never show this room to men. They might get the wrong idea. Since I have your permission to brag, the furniture is solid cherry. Would you believe I had to have it built? Most everything today is wafer board or particle board covered with veneer."
"My compliments," she said. "You have very good taste."
.
"It's easy when you have the money," he replied unpretentiously.
"Well," she said, "now I guess it's time to eat lunch, huh?"
"I'd rather stay here and eat you," he said quietly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ingrid turned to him and looked at him critically, as if evaluating him for the first time. "Are you always so direct?" she asked.
Monty grinned. "As the old saying goes, I get my face slapped at lot, but I also get fucked a lot." His look sobered. "You know I've always wanted to fuck you. You'll never know how miserable I felt the night of our high school graduation. I thought I would have the chance to atone for that blunder. Now that I have the chance, I don't want to blow it again."
"Stick out your tongue," she said.
"Pardon me?"
"Show me your tongue."
He cocked his head to the side and appraised her carefully. The faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth did not contradict her serious expression. He shrugged his shoulders and stuck out his tongue. He felt foolish, but he would have stood on his head for the chance to fuck her. To minimize his goofy feeling, he waggled his tongue at her.
"Very good."
"What was that all about?"
Ingrid sat on the side of the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. "You'll find out in a few minutes." She grinned impishly. "I don't remember what your cock looks like. I didn't get a good look at it the one time I saw you with your pants off. Your body has grown and filled out. Do cocks continue to grow? If so, and if yours matched the growth of your body, it must be quite a sight."
Her abundant tits played peek-a-boo with the edges of her open blouse. She kept her clothes on so he could remove them. Opening her blouse was just a way to let him know what awaited him.
"I can speak only from personal experience," he said, also grinning. "I can assure you, I've learned a lot since I last saw you."
He took off his shirt to reveal a well-muscled chest that wasn't too hairy. Ingrid smiled. She didn't like to fuck a man who looked and felt like an ape.
"God, I hope so!" she laughed. "We were a couple of real klutzes that night, weren't we?"
"I was the klutz. Did you get the cum out your pretty dress? I didn't mean to shoot off all over it, you know."
"Oh, sure. I had it made into a cocktail dress and got lots more wear out of it. I even wore it on my honeymoon."
He finished undressing and she looked at the long, thick hunk of meat dangling between his legs.
A pair of heavy balls framed his cock. Now, if he just knew how to use that gorgeous thing, and his tongue! Mustn't forget his tongue.
"You haven't undressed," he said.
She shook her head gently. "If you want it, you have to undress me."
He sat down on the bed beside her, kissed the nape of her neck and slid one hand between her legs. Her legs automatically opened far enough for him to get his hand on the inside of her thigh. His fingers drew tiny circles on the delicate, smooth flesh as his hand slowly moved upward, heading for her hairy cunt mound.
"Undress me," she whispered passionately. "I want you to touch me all over."
He stripped her skillfully, with a minimum of fuss. "Magnificent," he said quietly as he looked at her body. "You sure have filled out since high school."
Ingrid glanced down at her tits. "Yeah, once they started filling out, I thought the damn things would never stop."
"I'm glad they didn't stop sooner," he said. He pulled her onto his lap and put his hand between her legs.
She put her arm around his neck and stared into his eyes as he slowly inched his hand upward, caressing the smooth skin on the inside of her shapely thigh. Her skin was almost hot to the touch. He could swear he could feel heat radiating from her pussy. He returned her gaze, watched her eyes change color as his hand got closer and closer to her mossy mound.
Neither said a word. Ingrid opened her legs a little further as his hand moved higher. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. The tip of her tongue moved lazily over her full lower lip. The change coming over her, her response to his hand so close to her pussy, captivated Monty. She was one hot, passionate woman! His blood ran hot and tingles zipped up and down his spine.
He reached her cunt mound and paused. Tendrils of delicate soft hair tickled the side of his hand. The edge of his index finger rested against the lips of her snatch. He was right Heat radiated from her humid twat. Intense heat. And a heavy coating of dew made the long, bloated lips as slick as oil.
She tightened her arm around his neck and sighed. Her legs opened further. She put one foot on the floor, opening herself completely for him, surrendering herself to his desire. She looked down at his hand with burning eyes.
"Touch my cunt!" she whispered excitedly. "I want to watch you play with it."
He fan his finger up and down her heated, saturated gash. Her body jerked sharply. He touched her clit. She nearly jumped out of his lap, then settled back down.
"Awesome clit," he said softly. "Big clits turn me on."
He caressed the big love stud tenderly. Her cunt lips parted naturally, slowly opening like an elegant blossom on a warm summer morning. He put one finger in her cunt hole.
"Oooooo, yes!" she moaned. "More!"
He put another finger in her, slowly pumped them in and out. Her juices flowed freely, soaking his fingers all the way down to his hand. He added another finger and began to slid them in and out faster.
Ingrid stared lovingly at his hand, enthralled by the provocative sight. Her ass began to squirm, rubbing on his cock. The more she squirmed, the stiffer his prick became. He put his thumb on her clit and rubbed the nubbin lightly. She tightened her arm around his neck and wiggled her ass urgently.
"God, that feels good!" she whispered hotly. "Do it, Monty! Finger-fuck me!"
Her bawdy words gladdened his heart, told him she had few, if any, sexual inhibitions. He watched the ecstatic expression on her beautiful face as he began to fuck her torrid snatch with his fingers. Her sexual fervor awed him. He hoped her could match her impassioned hunger, thoroughly satisfy her astonishing zeal.
"I'm going to cum, baby," she whimpered. "Didn't want to cum so soon. Wanted to wait, to let. the pleasure build. Fuck me faster, baby! I'm almost there!"
She continued to stare at her crotch, at his hand, at his fingers as they plunged in and out of her greedy cunt. Her hips began to squirm and hunch faster. He increased the speed of his finger-fucking, and her hips matched his new tempo.
She had long passed the point where she could stop him. Mentally, she had teased herself from the moment they met in the boutique, thinking about giving him a chance to make up for the fiasco so many years ago and now had no choice but to surrender to the fierce craving in her cunt.
"I can feel your cock under my ass," she whispered. "It's getting harder. Hmmm, feels good, baby. Yes, that's right, use your fingers that way. Fuck me real fast. I'm going to watch while I cum."
She tightened her arm around his neck as her ass began to squirm faster, going in circles and bucking back and forth. Her whole body began to tremble. The harder he fucked his fingers in and out of her squelchy sex channel, the harder she pulled on his neck. When her body began to vibrate frenetically, they both knew her orgasm was scant seconds away.
Suddenly, she buried her face in the junction of his neck and shoulder, threw her other arm around his neck, and started screaming. Her body thrashed uncontrollably. Loud paeans of pleasure poured from her mouth, partially muffled by his neck. Then the sounds were cut off as she sank her teeth into his shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make him wince.
He continued to fuck her with his fingers, pumping them rapidly in and out the molten, soggy maw of her cunt, driving her to the peak, forcing her to climax harder and harder.
After several minutes, and several orgasms, she closed her legs, clamping his hand between her thighs. She lifted her head, gasping for breath. The violent tremors wracking her body subsided.
"No more, baby," she panted. "I can't cum any more right now. Don't take your hand away; just don't fuck me any more or I'll lose my mind." She kissed his cheek, then pulled his head around and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you. That was marvellous!" She giggled and sighed. "Wouldn't you know, I couldn't watch you do me while I was cumming. I've always wanted to do that, and I've never yet managed it."
"You came pretty hard," he said.
"I usually do. " She slid off his lap, knelt between his legs and began to play with his prick. "Would you believe I was still a virgin when I married? I knew how to suck cock, after a fashion, and how to jack a guy off, but I'd never felt a prick in my cunt."
"If you say so," he muttered. His cock stood in full erection a few inches from her mouth. She idly stroked it with both hands. The gnawing longing to fuck her stirred in him, made his cock throb. Naked, on her knees in front of him, she was even more breathtaking, more tantalizing. Her tits stood high and firm, pointing directly at his balls. "I tried to remedy that situation on graduation night, but didn't get it done, did I? Sorry about that. You don't know how often I kicked myself in the ass for failing."
"You'll enjoy fucking me a lot more now," she said softly. "I'm all filled out the way a woman should be and I've learned so much since then. I'm a damn good piece of ass now."
"I don't doubt that!" he agreed.
Ingrid reached down with one hand and cupped his balls. "I love to play with man's nuts! I feel in total control when I hold them. Yours are so big, so full of cream. Lots of yummy for the tummy for your little cocksucker."
"I'd hardly call her little," he teased. "But I would call her beautiful."
She stared at his prick for a moment. "Ooohhh! What a good-looking hunk of meat sticking up there. One of the nicest cocks I've ever seen. Not that I've seen that many, mind you. Still, yours is magnificent."
He couldn't think of anything to say in reply, so he said nothing. Better to keep his mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
"Your cock is bigger than any I've had lately. Smaller ones do a good job if they're used right, but I like to ride big ones. Beautiful cock and a wonderfully heavy sac of nuts. What more can a girl ask? Do your other women like to play with your nuts?"
"One or two. Most of them seem embarrassed about touching them."
"They don't know what they're missing."
She stood up and straddled his legs, still holding his rigid shaft in one hand. She moved up over him and pushed the head of his prick between her cunt lips, wiggling it vigorously, concentrating on her clitoris. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "That feels so damned good!" He levered his hips up, attempting to shove his prick into her wet snatch. "No, don't fuck me with your monster yet. I want to play some more."
CHAPTER FIVE
Monty put his arms around Ingrid and pulled her forward to mash her big tits into his bare chest. Her stiff nipples made little indentations in his skin. A strong surge of desire to fuck her swelled within him. "How long are you going to make me wait?"
"Oh, until I finish what I want to do," she said cheerfully. She slid her free arm around his neck and lifted her lips for him to kiss.
He covered her lips with his. His desire swelled even higher as he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva, exploring the inside of her mouth. His hands moved over her hungrily, caressing her tits, her thighs, her buttocks. She held her awkward position astraddle his. legs, his cockhead still on her clit. She held her mouth open for his tongue, sucking and nibbling on it as it slid around in her mouth.
She pulled her mouth away and kissed him lightly oh the chest with moist, trembling lips. "I'm going to make you feel good now," she said, her voice husky with lust. "Going to do what I've been wanting to do since we met this morning. "
He relaxed and buried his lips in her soft, fragrant hair as he cupped her tits in his hands. "I'm all yours," he whispered hoarsely. "Do whatever you want."
Her hot lips moved down his chest. His cock swelled and twitched and throbbed as the awareness of her heated kisses and her soft hand gripping his shaft rushed over him. The tip of her tongue touched one of his nipples lightly. Her tender lips covered the hard little stud. She chuckled in her throat as she sucked it.
His muscles quivered convulsively as she squeezed his prick hard. He groaned way down deep in his chest. Her lips trailed down his body as she bent lower. The touch of her plush lips and the tip of her tongue made fiery sensations roar through him. He spread his legs as she went down on him, giving her room to kneel between them. He groaned loudly as she stroked his prick faster.
He watched her with amorous eyes as she looked at his shiny, naked cockhead hungrily. Pure avarice showed clearly on her beautiful face. She assured him she was a damn good piece of ass. He wondered if she was also a good cocksucker. He hadn't had a really good blow job in weeks. Every women he had fucked lately had declined to even try to suck his cock because of its size.
Ingrid slid one hand between his legs and took his balls in the palm of her hand. Her other hand stayed wrapped tightly around the shaft of his prick. She looked up at him, her face serious, and said, "Know what you've got when you have a big green ball in each hand?"
The question came right out of the blue, caught him totally by surprise. He frowned, trying to figure out what she meant
"The Jolly Green Giant right where you want him!" she laughed.
Just as he started to laugh, she curled her tongue around the head of his cock and all he could manage was a deep gurgling sigh. The touch of her tongue was like pouring gasoline on a roaring fire, causing sensations that were almost excruciating. He swallowed dryly, panting hoarsely and lifting his hips, pressing his cock toward her mouth.
She extended her tongue, slid it under the bare flesh of his purple knob and began to lower her head slowly. She opened her mouth wide and guided the big head between her lips with her tongue.
His arousal soared as his cockhead sank into her feverish, liquefied mouth. His breathing changed to ragged gasps as she tightened her grip around the shaft and curled her tongue around the head. She breathed deeply and let his cock slid into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
"Incredible," he muttered. "I don't remember when a woman swallowed so much of my cock." Ingrid chuckled happily, delighted by the feel of his big rod in her mouth. Saliva flowed from her mouth and trickled down the shaft as she gurgled softly around the gratifying prick. She pressed his cockhead between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and began to bob her head up and down slowly.
"Jesus!" he muttered.
She looked so fucking seductive kneeling between his legs, fucking herself in the mouth with his cock. She moved her tongue and began to suck his cock avidly and gently knead his balls. His hips began to move gently in rhythm with the bobbing of her head.
His mind wallowed numbly in the dizzying sensations that drove him rapidly toward the ecstatic crest of a climax. He felt his orgasm gathering, ballooning in front of a seething pressure, demanding release. He tried to think of anything but her superb mouth on his cock and delay the inevitable conclusion a little longer.
Ingrid came close to shattering his control when she tightened her lips, slid her hand up and down his rigid shaft swiftly, and began to bob her head faster. She had to know he was about to cum and was deliberate teasing him. But then, a gifted cocksucker would know. And she was certainly masterful!
The pressure to cum became intense. Every muscle in his body stiffened as he mentally gripped himself, trying to hold it back. The temptation to let go, let her adept mouth snatch him to the heights of sensation was ever so strong. He held on so he could continue to watch the tantalizing beauty and savor the delightful feel of her skillful mouth gobble his cock.
Ingrid relieved the pressure by lifting her head and letting his cock slide from her mouth. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and breathed a long sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and watched her caress the head of his cock with her palm and tease the shaft with her lips and tongue.
She looked up at him and grinned. "Got pretty close, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Won't be long."
"Might be longer than you think. You have to earn it."
"What? You aren't going to leave me like this, are you?"
"Funny, I've said the same thing to men recently. No, I won't torment you. I want you to do something for me."
"What? Do you want me to suck your pussy? Want to do a 69?"
"I want you to suck my pussy, but not right now. I want you to talk to me. Tell me if you like the way I suck cock."
"I can already tell you that. Yes! God damn yes! You are a fantastic cocksucker!"
"No, that isn't what I mean. You have to say it while I'm sucking you. Not just a word or two. Really talk to me."
She breathed against his cock, fondled it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She lifted his leg, let her tongue trail down his shaft and began to lick his balls with swift strokes of her tongue. He'd never experienced anything quite like it. No one had ever done that to him.
He knew-she was delaying sucking his cock until he agreed to talk to her while she sucked him off. He wondered how long she would wait. He decided he'd better not risk it. She could stop sucking his cock without distress. Suffering was his role. The tip of her tongue caressed his nut sac. Tendrils of fire shot through him. His arousal careened to almost unbearable heights. He groaned and trembled.
"Yes, dammit, yes! Whatever you want! I'll talk to you! Just please, please suck my cock!" He grabbed her head with both hands.
She pushed his hands away roughly. "Don't!" she admonished. "I suck cock better when my head is free to move."
"Oh, don't be silly. Of course you're not dying." She pushed his balls against his cock and squeezed both at the same time. "But your cock is really hard, isn't it? Does it hurt when it gets this hard?"
"Yes! It hurts all the way down to my toes."
"Hmmm, well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
She drew her tongue up his shaft and looked at him over the head of his prick as she lapped and kissed it. "Are you ready to cum?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
He nodded and croaked, "Yes, God, yes!"
"You have to cum a lot for me. I haven't had a mouthful of cum in ages. You have to give me lots of your sweet cream to drink. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay, Whatever. Just suck. I've got to have your mouth on my cock. You're the best cocksucker ever. Your tongue and lips and fantastic!"
She wrapped her hands around his cock, one at the base, the other above it. She opened her mouth wide, lowered her head and took his cock back into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby! That's the way! Suck my cock good! God, what a fabulous cocksucker!"
The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled. A groaning sigh burst from his lips, punctuating his words, as her sensational, humid mouth enveloped his tortured cock. She thrust her head down, stretching her lips around the base, taking his cockhead into her throat.
"Whoooeee! Damn, what a fantastic cocksucker!" She began to propel her head up and down with an emphatic force, stimulating him rapidly, driving him toward a climax.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "You're getting it! It's almost here! Can you feel my cock swelling? Gonna cum soon! Suck it, baby! Suck my cum out. Use your tongue like that,. .oh, yeah, that's it, baby! Go! Suck the cum out right out of the fucking thing!"
His hips lifted off the bed and his body stiffened. Her head began to bob more rapidly. Slurping, watery sounds came from her mouth. Saliva streamed down the shaft of his prick. Her head bounced up and down as she sucked at his love wand eagerly.
He struggled for a moment to hold the climax back, then realized he couldn't resist her sucking mouth and swirling tongue. A quiver raced through him, then his climax burst over him. "Take it, take it, take it," he chanted. "Suck it, suck it, suck it! Oh, God, baby, yes! Suck my cock!"
Cum began to spurt from his cock into the back of her throat. She swallowed his first shot avidly and continued to thrust her head up and down. More jizz gushed out of his prick into her mouth as she kneaded his balls and squeezed the shaft of his cock. She gulped it down with relish. A few droplets of the sticky fluid seeped between her lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock to blend with her saliva.
He writhed and bucked in the throes of ecstasy, panted breathlessly, as she sucked him dry. His cock rapidly collapsed into a limp tube of sticky flesh. She rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, then spit it out and licked it eagerly, lapping up every last drop of his delicious essence. She lifted his flaccid shaft in her palm and kissed the head tenderly. Then she looked up at him and smiled.
"Isn't it amazing how quickly a cock goes from being a nice hard rod of hot flesh to a limp tube of nothing?"
"I wouldn't call it nothing!" he said indignantly.
She grabbed his ears, pulled his head down and kissed him passionately. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and let him suck it for a few moments, then pulled away.
"Just a figure of speech, baby," she cooed. "You have a gorgeous cock. Did you like the way I sucked you?"
"Outstanding, baby. If you fuck as well as you suck, you're one fantastic piece of ass."
"The best you'll ever have, baby!" she laughed. "Just don't try to hold me down."
"Give me a few minutes to recover, and we'll find out how good you are."
"Why waste time? You've got a nice tongue."
"Want me to lick your pussy, huh?"
"Damn right I do!"
CHAPTER SIX
Monty helped her onto the bed and got on his knees between her legs to look at her as she lay back.
"When you were trying to decide if you wanted to fuck me, why did you ask me to stick out my tongue?"
Ingrid chuckled. "I wasn't trying to decide if I'd fuck you, "baby. I made up my mind in the boutique I would, if you asked me. Or even hinted you'd like to. I asked you to stick out your tongue so I could see if you have any hang-ups about licking pussy. If a man is too conservative to show me his tongue, he probably won't eat pussy. If he even tries, all I get is a quick lick and a promise."
"I promise to give your pussy a good licking," he laughed. "Eating you is a pleasure I wouldn't miss for the world. Now, it's your turn to talk to me. Tell me if you want me to lick you a particular way." He grinned. "I'm a damn good clit-licker, but I don't object to guidance. If I don't get it right the first time, I'll keep trying until I do." He looked at the junction of her shapely thighs, at the heavy covering of red fur on her plump mound. "Ummm, a natural redhead."
"Surprised?"
"Pleased. I love redheads. Some women are red or blonde on the top, but dark brown on the bottom. Natural blonde's are attractive, but I prefer natural redheads. There's just something about red hair that turns me on."
"My, you are simply full of fine words, aren't you? You probably tell blonde's you like them best, but I like the compliment anyway.
"No," he replied quickly. "If I can't tell a woman the truth, I don't say anything. You are so beautiful, so seductive, so sexy. I like to look at you."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful and sexy?" Ingrid asked expectantly.
"Will this make you believe me?"
He leaned over and nuzzled his mouth into her lush red-haired slit. His tongue snaked out and burrowed into the sumptuous, appetizing flesh of her box. The tip of his tongue roved leisurely over her prominent clitoral hood, coaxing her superb love stud to come out and play.
Ingrid whimpered with pleasure and hunched her cunt at his mouth.
With increasingly compelling strokes, he delved more deeply between her lower lips. The opulent lips promptly began to gape and invite his tongue in for more caresses. Hungrily, his tongue probed into the honey-slick well of her cunt and licked up her delicious nectar.
She moaned deeper and churned her hips. "Ooohhh, Monty, your tongue feels so good, baby!" she gasped, her breathing ragged. "I love the way you lick pussy."
He intensified his tongue caresses and felt her legs begin to quiver. She threw her lovely gams over his shoulders and locked them behind his neck. He stretched out on his belly between her legs.
The silky flesh on the inside of her thighs cradled his head as he changed from licking her succulent gash and began to suck amorously on her clit. He drew the. oversize, quivering stud between his lips and began to suck gently as his tongue rambled over and around the hypersensitive stub.
"Oh, Monty, baby, I'm cumming!" she gasped.
He realized she had been really charged up to climax so quickly. He continued to suck and lick her clit, driving her into the frenzy of orgasm. Her hips bucked and twisted so violently, he had to grab her foxy rear end to keep her from getting away from him.
The stupendous agitation made her forget he was not made of steel. Obliviously, she heaved and bucked so hard he feared her thrashing would break his neck. He forced his arms between her legs and pushed down on her hips, both to reduce the pressure of her leg-lock on his neck and to keep her from bouncing right off the bed.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he continued to love her clit until her wild gyrations slowed and she returned to some sense of sanity.
"Wow!" exclaimed Monty as he lifted his head and gazed at her face over the expanse of her alluring belly. "You took off like a rocket. You sure have strong legs. I thought you were going to break my neck."
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" she said contritely. "I couldn't help myself. I haven't had a tongue in my pussy in ages." She got to her knees and looked at him with conspicuous anguish. "I didn't mean to hurt you ... I didn't, did I?"
"No." He rolled his head around to loosen the muscles in his neck. "You didn't hurt me, but for a minute or two there, it was touch and go."
"Oh, Monty, I'm so sorry." She looked absolutely crestfallen. "I just got carried away. A talented tongue on my clit always does that to me. I should have warned you."
"I'm okay," he reassured her. "Now I understand what you meant about a lick and a promise. You really like to get your clit licked, don't you?"
"I love it! I don't think anyone has ever done it better."
"You went off too quickly to enjoy the full range of my talents. Want to go another round?"
"Oh, baby, do I ever!" She flopped onto her back and spread her legs so wide they appeared to stick straight out from her hips.
Monty's eyes caressed her every curve, relishing every nook and cranny of her exciting body. "God, what a sexy posture," he said softly.
Ingrid felt renewed arousal stirring in her loins from his obvious adoration. "Will you kiss my tits?" she asked timorously. "I want to feel your tongue and lips oh them."
"With pleasure," he said. He began to fondle her tits with both hands, mashing the big mounds together, kneading them, toying with her nipples. "Such beautiful, delicious tits," he murmured, his hands gliding over and around the ivory-smooth globes with a feathery touch.
"Lick them," she urged breathlessly.
"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?"
"Oh, yes!" .The excitement from his tantalizing caresses made her heart beat faster.
He continued to fondle the grand, firm mounds as his tongue danced on the very tip of one fat, turgid nipple, as light as a butterfly landing on a delicate flower, then over the other.
"You teasing devil," she murmured. His touch sent sparks of carnal pleasure surging through her. Her nipples inflated until she thought they would burst. "Bite them, baby, gnaw on them until they hurt, I don't care!" Her tits swelled at least another cup size. "God, my tits feel like two big balloons overfilled with water."
"They look like it, too," he teased.
He surrounded one areola with a full-mouthed, soft kiss and very, very lightly began to tickle the hard tip with his tongue. She squirmed with exhilaration and moaned deep in her chest as she put one hand behind his head and pressed his face into the resilient flesh of her tit. Her other hand slid down the front of his body and began to gently fondle his hefty cock with feather-light touches.
With an audible sigh of gusto, Monty sucked and licked both rock-hard nipples, going slowly from one to the other. His hand skimmed over her soft abdomen and came to rest on the fleece-covered, puffy lips of her twat. He raised his mouth from her tits and fastened his lips to hers for a passionate kiss.
Her sumptuous lips came alive under his. When he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, her tongue met his with equal fervor. Their tongues dueled amorously as his fingers gently parted the delicate folds of her cunt, he slipped two fingers into her juicy hole and matched the liveliness of his tongue in her sultry mouth. The similarity between the two steamy holes, each with its warmth and slickness, stimulated him. He rolled her clitoris under the tip of one finger. She writhed and humped and moaned into his mouth.
He broke the kiss and ran his tongue over the soft inner flesh of her lips and along her upper teeth. Wild sensations filled his mind as he thought of immersing himself in this alluring, responsive woman's lustful sexuality. Anticipation made his excitement mount and his breath come in sharp, deep pants.
He made his tongue broad and flat and slowly licked the length of her jaw and down the front of her neck to the deep gorge between her lofty tits. He cupped the bounteous mounds of supple flesh between his hands and held them to his mouth one at a time. He licked her stiff nipples, then nipped the sensitive buds sharply.
"God, that feels so fucking good!" she whimpered.
His wet tongue left a snail track across her belly from her tits to her belly button. Pausing momentarily, he sent darting stabs into the sexy little indentation.
She shivered and goose bumps sprang up all over her body. She tilted her crotch up, silently inviting his mouth lower. "I love it," she whispered. "God, baby, you're really turning me on. Be careful you don't drown when you get to my pussy." She giggled. "The fucking thing is flowing like a river!"
"How do you know I'm going to lick your pussy?" he teased.
"You'd better, or I'll yank your cock!" She gave his cock a strong tug to add emphasis to her words.
He went lower, licking and nibbling her flavorful flesh. He paused at the edge of the line of dense red hair covering her mound and ran his tongue back and forth through the soft curls.
She grabbed his ears and thrust her ass in the air. "Lick my cunt, baby!" she hissed between clenched teeth.
His glorious loving had nearly driven her mad and his tongue hadn't even touched her pussy! The monstrous pang between her legs could be satisfied only one way. She had to have his tongue in her twat without delay. If he didn't get her off now, she would suffer a fate next to death itself.
With nearly unbearable slowness, he inched down to just above the top of her steaming snatch, obviously enjoying teasing her, pushing her to the brink without giving her what she so desperately wanted until he said she could have it..
"Oh, baby, don't make me wait! Suck my cunt!" she begged. "Lick my clit! Don't tease me, baby! Let me cum! Get me off!".
Monty slowly licked lower and lower, continuing to tease her. Then his tongue reached its way lower and lower until it finally reached the top of her hairy seam. His tongue flickered over her sensitive love button like a moth fluttering around a hot flame, barely touching the delicate fold of pink flesh.
"For God's sake, babe" she wailed. "Suck my cunt before I go crazy!" Her hips came up off the bed as she pushed the tormenting man's head down.
Suddenly, his head went between her thighs. Her body jerked as though jolted by a powerful surge of electricity. She lifted her knees and let them drop to the side, opening herself fully to him. His tongue dipped feverishly into her well of passion and began lapping up her freely flowing joy juice. A sigh of nearly volcanic proportions burbled out of her mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, yessssss!" she moaned. "Lick my clit, baby! Make it feel good!" Her long red tresses hide and revealed her passion-wracked face as her head rolled rapidly from side to side.
His skillful tongue had her floating in a passion induced daze. The fog deepened as his dexterous tongue played around and over her swollen clit, coaxing it to its maximum size. He lifted her legs and pushed her knees back against her tits, curling her body, opening her cunt and the crack of her ass to his teasing tongue.
Ingrid finally realized her wasn't going to get her off until he wanted her to cum. She also knew where she would feel his tongue next. "Okay, you pesky bastard," she murmured. "Do whatever you wish. I Couldn't stop you, even if I wanted to."
Monty covered her tight little brown ring with his mouth and teased it with the tip of his tongue. Her asshole had never beep particular sensitive, even when she let someone flick it. Now, she felt differently. She took a deep breath and shuddered ' with delight as the tip of his tongue tapped gently at her back door. His tongue abruptly moved back to her drenched love channel. Her body convulsed when his tongue slithered into her pulpy cunt.
His lips cupped ho-turgid love bud and his tongue twirled rapidly around it. Her moans became louder as her passion mounted. He tongued and sucked her swollen clit avidly until she thought she would go out of her mind. Anyone hearing her would have thought he was torturing her. In a way, he was, but it was torture of the most rewarding kind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ingrid screamed as Monty's strong lapper went deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her cunt began .to squeeze and suck the invading tongue impatiently as she climaxed hard. His insatiable mouth sucked up the copious flow of girl juice 'gushing from her fuck channel. She reached down with both hands and spread her fiery, pink pussy lips and his tongue slithered up her fiery slit to her fat, fiercely erect clit. She bucked and twitched from the tongue lashing, cumming again and again.
"Oh, yes, oh, my God, yes, baby," she groaned over and over.
.Her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking and her hands began to knead her own throbbing breasts. She twirled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they pulsed with blood. Between their turgid hardness and the electric-like shocks she received from his tongue flogging her clit, she was awash with passion.
Monty looked up between Ingrid's legs and watched her busy fingers inflame the taut, rubber-like buds capping her breathtaking tits. He increased the swiftness of his tongue, sending a thrill coursing through her beautiful body.
Up and down Ingrid's hips bounced, gyrating wildly. "My God! My God," she wailed. "I'm going crazy! I can't stand it! Don't stop, don't stop! Don't ever stop! Let me die this way!"
Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body went into convulsions as her orgasm built to a crescendo. It seemed an eternity before the delicious sensations began to subside.
Monty licked the full length of her open gash, then rose to his knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders. His cock was hard enough for a lusty go at her pussy and he didn't intend to waste any time getting it into her.
Ingrid lifted her head and looked between her tits and thighs at his prick. She reached for it with both hands and mumbled, "Yeah, baby, that's right, put it in there ... wait a second ... it feels like a fucking pole, baby. Let me ... there ... okay, baby, now ... oh, yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!"
He wrapped his arms around her shapely legs and began to feed her pussy his stiff meat with short, hard thrusts, sinking his cock deeper and deeper, giving her every last inch. Her hot box swallowed his big lance enthusiastically and sucked for more.
She locked her ankles behind his neck and began to wiggle her ass vigorously, telling by actions rather than words how much she liked his cock. He put his hands on her hips and looked down at her beautiful body, eager to plow her fertile garden in earnest.
He. fucked into her aggressively. She whimpered and began to buck, tossing her ass so wildly she nearly pulled away from his prick. She threw her cunt at him, re-seated his cock, and continued to writhe vigorously.
He marveled at the extraordinary compactness of her sheath, at the way it caressed his cock. He paused for a moment, savoring the way her tight cunt held his cock the way a rubber glove holds a finger.
Then his hips began to buck her rapidly as he thrust deep into her, fucking her mightily. His groin slapped into her crotch and his balls bounced off her ass cheeks with each hearty forward lunge. Each stroke turned her fever thermostat higher. The slippery membranes of her tight cunt gripped his thrusting tool like hot, wet velvet.
With a screeching wail, Ingrid tumbled over the edge again. Her hips whipped and twisted rapidly, then began to corkscrew wildly. Her tits bounced and bobbed from the violent motion of her body. Thunderbolts of ecstasy ripped through both of them as her spastic cunt brought on Monty's orgasm, sucking the cum right out of him.
They collapsed into a pile of limp limbs. They lay silently, too breathless to speak. Monty rolled onto his side, gathered Ingrid's voluptuous body into his arms, and held her affectionately.
"You promised me lunch," she said quietly. "We'll raid the refrigerator," he replied. "Will you have dinner with me? Will you stay with me forever?"
"I'll have dinner with you. I can't stay with you forever. Not yet, anyway. I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow. Going to the Caribbean to see a friend. When I get back, we'll see what we can work out. I warn you, I'm very independent. You can't tame me, so don't waste your time trying."
"I don't want to tame you. I like you just the way you are. Male or female?"
"What?"
"Your friend in the Caribbean. Male or female?"
"You can't tame me, so don't waste your time trying," she repeated, "if we reach an agreement when I get back, I won't keep secrets from you. I might not limit myself to you exclusively, but I won't keep secrets from you. We each gave as good as we got today, so let's leave it at that for now."
"Do you want to bathe before or after we raid the refrigerator?"
"After. I sucked a big load of cum out of your cock, but it wasn't very nourishing. Tasty, but not nourishing." She untangled herself and got out of bed. "After I wash away the dregs of your passion, I'll join you for lunch. And it had better be more than milk and cookies!"
"I think I can find something you'll like," he said.
Ingrid looked at his cock and grinned. "Oh, you already did. Now I need food."
A few minutes later, she padded into the kitchen, barefoot and naked. He sat at a small table in front of a huge window, wearing a heavy terry cloth robe. He watched her luscious tits jiggle as she walked and licked his lips.
"I hope cold lobster salad and champagne will satisfy your appetite. If not, I can offer you sardines and crackers. I was going to the supermarket today, but got sidetracked by a lusty minx with a voracious appetite for sex."
"I'll take lobster and champagne, thank you." She sat down across from him. Her big tits stuck out over the table, pointing straight at him. She noticed the way he was looking at her. "Does my nudity bother you?"
"Yeah, but not the way you mean. My food won't taste very good if I have to sit here and look at your delectable naked body while I eat. My taste buds will remember how you taste and tell me I'm eating the wrong thing."
"Oh, you don't have to look at me," she teased. "I can leave."
"The door has a special lock on the inside. You can't get out unless you know the code. And I'm not going to tell you what it is."
She took a bit of lobster salad and a sip of champagne. "Ummm, excellent. Are you trying to spoil me?"
"Yes. If I can get you everything you want, maybe you'll change your mind and stay with me."
"Don't push too hard, dear. I promised to visit my friend in the Caribbean, and I don't break promises easily. Besides, you don't know much about me. I'm not the same girl you knew in high school."
He leered at her bare tits and waggled his eyebrows. "That's for damn sure!"
"Don't jump in until you know how deep the water is," she cautioned. "For all you know, I could be a high class call girl. I take my promises very seriously, but that doesn't mean I don't tell lies. Maybe I'm not a widow whose husband left her a large estate. Maybe I've been fucking for money since I filled out."
"You could never be any but high class, no matter what you did to get your money. That wouldn't matter anyway, unless you continued that line of work. I won't even ask if you have been fucking for money."
"Suppose I told you that today would cost you a couple of thousand?"
"Double that would be money well spent. I'd pay up and still ask you to stay with me forever. You're the one pushing too hard now. I understand your need for freedom. We can come to an agreement if we try. If you want to come to an agreement."
"You don't give up, do you?"
"Not easily. How do you think I made the transition from a nerd to a successful businessman?" He paused and looked at her closely. "Why did you tell me you were a virgin when you married?"
"I don't know, really. Maybe I wanted you to know you could have had my cherry that night years ago."
"I already knew. You wouldn't have let it go as far as it did otherwise. You were never a tease. And you aren't one now. Just keep my offer in mind. It has no expiration date. Never know when you might need me. And that's the last I'll say on the subject. Now, are you ready for your bath?"
"My bath? Aren't you going to take one with me? Your tub is certainly big enough for both of us at the same time."
"Have some more champagne," he said, ignoring her question. "I'll come get you when your bath is ready."
"You're being very mysterious."
"Don't be impatient."
He left her alone about ten minutes. He came back to the kitchen, took her to the bathroom and helped her into the big tub.
"Ummm, the water feels good." She dipped up a handful of water and sniffed it. "Smells like girl stuff to me."
"Well, you know how it is. A man of the world has to be prepared for any eventuality."
She sat down and said, "Oooooo, it's a whirlpool!"
He stepped in and sat by her. "Sit in the middle and face the wall. Put your knees against the side of the tub and open your legs."
She slid into the middle of the tub and positioned herself. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you sneaky devil!"
"Those are extra powerful jets, installed at just the right height to hit your pussy and tits. Like it?" She smiled dreamily. "Ummm, feels wonderful. Do you expect me to sit here until I cum?"
"Do you want to sit there until you cum?"
"Yeah, I think I do. I have one of those pulsing shower heads on a hose at home. I get myself off with it once in a while. But this is so different. The rush of water over my nipples really adds something. How many women have you brought up here and treated to this, then fucked them?"
"I fucked you first," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm different. I knew I was going to fuck you before I came home with you. Maybe other women need a little friendly persuasion. Do you have other tricks to help them make up their minds? Besides your gorgeous cock, I mean."
"A gentleman doesn't fuck and tell," he said. "If you want to find out if I have other tricks, you'll just have to come back often enough to find out." He stuck his tongue out and closed his teeth on it. "Bite my tongue! I said I wouldn't bring up that subject again. It just sort of slipped out, a natural response to your question."
"No harm done," she said quietly. Her face softened and she smiled dreamily. "It's working. Oh, boy, is it ever working! I've never felt anything like it. My clit feels wonderful."
"Good. I like to watch you cum. You're beautiful all the time,-but when you cum, your face takes on an angelic quality."
"God, you're full of it," she whispered. "And I love it."
He slid behind her, put his legs outside her hips and his arms around her waist, and cradled her body. She leaned back against him, put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She lay in his arms, perfectly serene, murmuring and moaning softly as the powerful jet of water hitting her clit brought her off.
A few minutes later, she said, "Ummm, what a super way to cum. Totally relaxed, without worrying about a partner's orgasm."
"Don't you jack off?"
"Of course, quite often, but this is different. Thank you for not intruding by playing with my tits or trying to help me along. You're very perceptive."
"I like women," he said simply.
"Yes, that is very obvious. Your knowledge and understanding of women is also very unusual. You aren't going to tell me how many women you've fucked, are you? It had to be a lot. You didn't become such a sensitive lover by reading a book." He slid away from her, picked up a big sponge and a bar of scented soap and began bathing her.
"Be careful how you throw the word sensitive around. Real men aren't sensitive.""Maybe not, but real lovers are."
"You aren't going to trick me into bringing up that subject again."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No trick, baby," Ingrid said. "You're already closer to your goal than you know."
Her admission surprised and pleased Monty. He left it alone, aware that men more often talk themselves out of a perfect situation than into one. He bathed her gently, carefully. When he came to her crotch, he used the sponge, then his soapy hand. He toyed with the lips of her pussy and her clit. His hand left her love nest just before she came.
"Later," he said in response to her questioning look. "I want you to build up to it and cum really, really well."
"If I came any better, I'd lose my mind."
"Be that as it may, this is my show now. Relax and soak while I bathe."
"Should I sit in front of those jets again?" she asked teasingly.
"Could I stop you?"
He bathed rapidly, took her out of the tub and dried her with a thick, fluffy, warm towel. Holding her hips, he kissed her pussy and licked her clit, again bringing her close to an orgasm.
"You'll find a bottle of my favorite perfume on my dresser. Use it liberally,-especially around your pussy."
"Another of your examples of being prepared?"
"No. The bottle has never been opened. I was saving it for the right woman."
Ingrid went into the master bedroom. Drapes she thought covered a large window had been pulled back to reveal a mirror that covered the entire wall by the-bed. For the first time, she noticed the mirror at the head of the bed.
Flickering light from tall, spice-scented candles placed around the room reflected in the mirrors. A red silk sheet covered the bed. The" candles, mirror and sheet gave the room a special erotic atmosphere.
She found the perfume, an expensive, seductive incense-based scent she had seen advertised, but had never bought for herself even though she could easily afford it. Her estimation of him went up a few notches. If today was a true indication of how he would treat her, she just might have to seriously consider his proposal. She broke the seal and applied the perfume to the proper places, including her thick muff, then stretched out on the bed and waited.
Monty came into the room, carrying an ice bucket on a stand and a smaller bucket.
"Champagne, my love," he said, filling two glasses with a flourish. "Wine of the gods for a goddess."
"You really are full of it;" she laughed. "Wherever did you learn such flowery phrases?"
"I read a book," he quipped.
"What's in the other bucket?"
"A big bottle of unique oil floating in hot water. Well, the ad said it's unique."
"What makes it unique? Oil is oil, isn't it?"
"Well, the ad said it's sensuous, super slick, water soluble, tastes good and gets warm as it's rubbed. I hope you don't mind if you're the first one I try it on."
"I suppose this is something else you've saved for a special woman. I feel honored. Where do you come up with these things?"
"This came from the company where I buy sex videos."
"Now you tell me," Ingrid said.
"Oh, you like to watch them?"
"Yeah, they turn me on."
"We'll watch some the next time you drop by. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't watch them today. If you got turned on any more, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you. Now, turn on your stomach and let's see if this oil lives up to its billing."
Monty began the massage with her feet, using lots of oil. The more he rubbed, the warmer Ingrid's skin got. By the time he reached the cheeks of her luscious ass with the oil, the kneading and rubbing had given her a warm glow and relaxed her completely. He worked on her buttocks for several minutes, kneading them, pulling them apart, and pressing them tightly together. Then he dribbled oil down the crack of her ass and used a finger to rub if in well. He teased her anus, applied more oil, and wormed his finger inside.
"Ummmm," she murmured. "That feels good." Her hips began to gyrate and wiggle slowly.
When he thought she was beginning to enjoy having her asshole probed too much, he withdrew his finger and began massaging her back. He did her lower back, then went back to her ass.
He dribbled oil down, the crack of her ass again, but this time he worked it into the small space between her pussy and her asshole, then began to tease the lips of her pussy. She twisted and wiggled her hips, trying to get his finger into her slit. Again, he disappointed her. He finished her back and arms, then patted her on the ass.
"Turn over so I can do the front."
"When are you going to do my pussy?" she murmured.
"When I'm ready," he replied.
"I want to cum, baby. You're getting me all charged up."
"That's the whole idea," he said.
Again starting at her feet, he worked up to her thighs. Her legs parted reflexively. Once more, he played with the lips of her pussy, carefully avoiding her clit. When her hips began to fidget, he stopped rubbing her pussy and massaged the rest of her body. He did her arms, then began massaging her tits and nipples, working the oil into the big, firm mounds and the taut buds. She began to moan and squirm-. Just as she began to really enjoy it, his hands left her tits.
"Damn," she muttered. "What are you doing to me?"
He chuckled. He wanted her so hot she would cum the instant he touched her clitoris. He was succeeding, too. Heated by the oil and her overwhelming need to cum, she thought she would die if he didn't get her off soon.
He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her ears, and the junction of her neck and shoulder. His tongue skittered lightly around the pebbly areolae of her tits, avoiding the turgid nipples, making them swell until she thought they would burst. He moved back out of her reach when she groped for his cock. He wanted her full awareness centered on the sensations of her own body. His tongue traveled slowly down the middle of her body, pausing at her navel to dip inside and tickle the rim.
When he ran his tongue through the upper edge her dense pubic forest, she sighed deeply, surd he would eat her pussy now. Instead, he kissed and tongued the hollows at the top Of her thighs and nibbled the tender flesh between her slit and legs. She tossed her ass from side to side, trying to get her pussy under his mouth. He lifted and spread her legs, then tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue.
"We've traveled this road before," she murmured. "Deja vu all over again."
"That's what you think!" he chuckled. "You have a very strong oral orientation. You like a cock in your mouth and a tongue in your pussy," he said confidently. "I think you probably like to lick clit now and then, too."
"Get out of my mind," she mumbled.
She was becoming more desperate for an orgasm, consumed by the need for release. No one had treated her so lovingly, paid so much attention to her body and built within her such an intense desire to cum. Furthermore; she always wanted to be an active player in the fun and games. Now, she had to remain passive-to the extent that such a goofy act was possible for her-and wait until he was ready to give her the relief she craved.
"Please do me," she whispered urgently. "Do me, baby! Please do something to me! Anything!"
"I am doing something to you, baby. Don't you like it?"
Her body jerked violently when his tongue curled around the opening of her cunt. Unfortunately, it didn't stay there, or go inside. It slithered over the edges of her cunt from bottom to top, then slid down the middle of her slit so lightly she barely felt it. Her body became a gyration of fluid animation from her toes to her head as she writhed and squirmed. Just when she thought he would lick her clit, his tongue, left her body altogether.
"No! No!" she moaned desperately. "Oh, God, baby, please! Let me cum!"
Without touching any other part of her body, he touched her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She began to buck and spasm at once, before he started to vibrate his tongue on her love bud. Just his touch sent her into paroxysms of climatic bliss. When he did begin to oscillate his tongue, her movements became wilder. So tumultuous he had to hang onto her legs to keep her from crawling across the bed on her back and getting away from him.
He continued to tongue her clit, bringing her off twice. When she reached the peak of her second climax, he split her pussy lips with his big knob and began to steadily feed his prick into her spastic channel. He shoved about half of his thick shaft into her, then began fucking her powerfully, stretching her cunt wide open, loosening her tight canal.
She accepted his stalwart lance with a deep grunt of greeting and began to shake, rattle and roll, fucking back at him, cumming harder than ever. She had reached the heavenly plateau where anything, everything, would magnify her pleasure. Her orgasms came one after the other, . overlapping, an incessant string of contractions.
Abruptly, he yanked his cock out of her, backed away and flipped her over onto her stomach. Instinctively, she struggled to her hands and knees and stuck her ass in the Mr. He knelt behind her with his legs folded under him, his buttocks resting on his heels, his knees between her legs.
He took her by the hips and pulled her ass back and down, spearing her cunt again with his stiff rod. She skewered herself on his prick as she sank down until her shapely ass nestled in his lap. He spread his knees, pushing her legs further apart, getting the optimum angle of penetration.
Happy to have the freedom of movement she desired, she began to rock slowly back and forth and shake her ass from side to side, fucking herself on his prick. She didn't start cumming again. She had never stopped. Every stroke of his cock into her increased her orgasmic pleasure.
Her eyes focused on the big mirror in front of her. She had an eerie feeling of watching another woman gaily fucking herself to a fare-thee-well on an unseen cock. The candlelight flickering in the mirrors made the images waver and ripple, lending an air of surrealism to the scene. Watching herself ride a cock overjoyed her, made her orgasm more intense.
Monty let Ingrid fuck herself for a few minutes. Then he rose to his knees, put his arms around her and began to fondle her tits and finger her clit as he fucked her with short, rapid strokes.
Another intensely dramatic orgasm ripped through her body, touching every nerve, turning her mind to mush and her muscles to a mass of quivering Jello. Either his finger on her clitoris, or his huge cock sawing in and out of her ecstatic Sheath, stretching her poor little cunt to the limit and hitting bottom on each lunge, would have made her cum hard. Together, they sent her soaring to nirvana. She became one big jittery, supersensitive cunt, exulting in the mind-bending carnal exhilaration engulfing her.
Monty put his hands behind Ingrid's ass and pushed her away. She fell on her side, her body vibrating and shuddering as her orgasm continued to hold her in thrall. Nearly completely lost in her own erotic feelings, she didn't even know if Monty had cum, if he was finished with her for the moment. She touched her pussy to see if he had shot his load. The touch made her cum harder. She began to frig her clit, unconcerned with him, interested only in the glorious sensations flooding her body.
Monty had not cum. He was going to do that in her ass. Knowing she would resist because she thought she couldn't take his big cock up her ass, he deliberately inflamed her passions to the point where she wasn't rational enough to object. He coated his prick with oil-, pushed her onto her Stomach, and straddled her hips. He spread the cheeks of her ass, put the head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus and applied pressure.
"Oh?" she murmured, too far gone to understand what she felt. "Ooohhh," she moaned with unexpected pleasure as he opened her back door. She continued to diddle her clitoris, keeping her emotions at a high peak of ecstasy. "Oooooo, ii my God!" she wailed. "Oh, baby, no, I can't! Aaahhh, yesssss! Oh, baby, stop! Oh, yes, baby, fuck my ass! Oh, baby, don't ... stop! Oh, yes!" She babbled illogically, unable to make up her mind, momentarily torn between fear and lust. ' Lust won. "Oh, Monty, baby, I love if! I want it, baby! Give it to me, baby! Stick every inch of your gorgeous cock in my ass! Stretch my asshole wide open! Fill my ass full, baby!"
He already had. His cock hair scrubbed against the rounded cheeks of her upturned ass. He paused, giving her rectum a moment to accommodate the massive intruder, and giving his own emotions a chance to cool a tad. Her ass was so tight! And so hot. He nearly shot his wad before he got even half of his cock lodged in her lovely ass. When he felt he dared, he began to fuck her ass with long, slow strokes.
"I've got it, baby!" she whimpered happily. "I've got every inch of it! We did it, baby! My ass ate the whole thing! God, it feels wonderful!" 1 Without any warning, cum began to gush out of his prick, spurting into her guts with force. He began to fuck her ass faster. She screamed In sweet torment as his plundering cock set off new waves of orgasmic delight. His bellow of triumph joined her shout of utter gratification.
He fell on top of her and carefully turned them onto their side. They lay passively, his cock buried in her ass, held tight by her clenching sphincter muscle, their breathing ragged and shallow. He snuggled against her back, cupped her tits, felt the rapid thump of her heart in the left mound.
It took almost fifteen minutes for her emotions to subside enough for her to talk coherently.
"Woof, woof," she said, giggling. "I'm glad no one rushed in and threw a bucket of cold water on us."
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked lazily.
"Well, you fucked me doggie-style, so I thought I should tell you in dog language how wonderful it felt. Your cock is soft, but it still fills my ass so full."
"Did I hurt you? You've had a cock in your ass before, haven't you?"
"Yes, several times. I've also had a couple of dildos and vibrators up there, but never anything as big as your monster. You didn't hurt me, baby. I might be a little sore tomorrow, but I'm okay."
"Good." He kissed the back of her neck. "I would never deliberately hurt you."
"I know, baby," she replied. "Thank you for getting me so worked up before you stuck it in me. Otherwise, I would never have let you. You fucked me so wonderfully, you deserved to have my ass, and I wanted you there. You really did a magnificent job on me, baby." She laughed and I wiggled her ass. "For a nerd."
"Even nerds can learn. You've never been fucked better and you know it."
"You've got that right, baby! I just might have to come back for seconds one of these days."
CHAPTER NINE
Walter Blankenship looked forward to the forthcoming trip with about as much enthusiasm as he looked forward to a root canal.
When he rose to the presidency of the small Miami bank at thirty, his contemporaries considered him a boy wonder. Now, just three short years later, his first big decision had come back to haunt him. He tried to explain to the board of directors that he hadn't had time to get his feet on the ground when he approved the loan for that damned dinky little resort somewhere in the Caribbean.
They didn't listen. As president, he had to assume responsibility for everything that did or did not happen. He fired the loan officer, took personal charge of the loan, and promised to unload the place at once.
Nevertheless, the board was all over his ass for approving the loan in the first place. Now, he had to visit the place, posing as a guest, and get some idea how he could dump the turkey on some unsuspecting chump. He had read all the reports.
And didn't like what he read.
The line to the sewage barge had sprung a leak, and the government inspectors were all over his ass for polluting the damn ocean. The native contractor who periodically exchanged the sewage barge and the fresh water barge was all over his ass for payment for past services and refused to exchange the barges until he received payment in advance. Bookings were way down because of poor service, lack of repairs and insufficient advertising.
If he had to correct any of the problems to make the place marketable, he would have to use bank money, which the board had prohibited. Boy, talk about a Catch-22!
Rosie was also biting his ass because she was afraid he would lose his job-which meant she would lose her status, they would have to give up their big house in the suburbs and their two expensive cars. She also bit him in the ass daily for neglecting his health and putting on weight.
Ass, ass, ass! Everybody was biting his ass, and he wasn't getting any. Rosie had lost interest in sex, with him anyway. She said he always did the same old thing the same old way, which bored her to tears. She wanted pizzazz, excitement, the man she married, not some guy who was getting a pot belly; and losing his hair; who thought screwing meant climbing into the saddle with her lying on her back, humping a half dozen times before shooting his load, then going to sleep.
Why bust your ass and get to be the president of a bank, even a small one, if your wife lost interest in you and work and worry killed you off at an early age?
Rosie called to say she had a taxi waiting. Walt put on his jacket, adjusted his tie, and gave his secretary some last minutes instructions on his way Out. He slid into the taxi next to his wife and gave her the once-over.
"You look cool and casual," he said.
Rosie wore a print sundress and open-toed sandals. She had pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail and painted her fingernails and toenails bright red to match her lipstick;
"You look stuffy and impersonal. We're going on a vacation."
"We're going to a shabby dump in the middle of the ocean, Rosie. On a business trip. I told you that when you insisted on coming along. What did you expect me to wear, one of those ridiculous shirts, a pair of baggy shorts and Jesus sandals? You know I'm a banker. You remind me of your status often enough."
"Why did you have to go in anyway?" she asked in a snippy voice as she lit a cigarette.
"I told you before, I had some last minute work," he answered tiredly.
"Bullshit," she countered. "You're just a klutz who won't listen to reason. I'll bet other men who work there pay more attention to their wives and what they have to say."
"Maybe you should have married one of them instead of me," Walt said, his voice rising a couple of decibels.
The taxi driver slammed the partition separating him from the din in the back seat.
Rosie sighed. "There's no sense in getting our vacation off on the wrong foot."
"What vacation? Maybe I wouldn't be so irascible if I got laid more often."
"I give up."
They rode the rest of the way to the airport in silence. Walt gave the driver a five dollar tip and warned him to never marry.
The driver grinned. "Hell, mister, I been married all my life. She ain't much to look at, but she tears up the sheets every night. Have a good trip."
As soon as the plane leveled off and the seat belt sign went off, Walt ordered a very dry martini. Rosie gave him a look of stem disapproval.
"You drink too much," she said.
"I do a lot of things too much. Like work and worry, just to mention a couple."
"It's bad for your health."
"So is marriage," said Walt as he loosened his tie and took off his jacket.
"Are you going to do something about it?"
"Rosie, if you don't stop biting my ass, I'm going to kick out the emergency exit and throw your ass in the ocean. Do you understand?"
She had heard all his threats before. Wimps talked, but they seldom backed up their bold words; "How are we getting to the island?" she asked.
"The resort has some sort of boat to ferry the guests across from the island where we land."
"Probably a leaky canoe; Why didn't you arrange for a plane? The brochure said you can charter one."
"A charter costs money. The board said no."
"We could pay for it. We make good money."
"I make good money!" he snapped. "You spend it God knows on what One of these days, we have to sit down and work out a budget. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have checks bounce at your own bank?"
"You're the president. Why don't you tell your people to stop bouncing them?"
"Shit," he muttered.
By the time they landed, Walt was sufficiently oiled to take the edge off his anger. And so clumsy he nearly fell in while getting into the boat. He sat in the back, in the hot sun, and immediately began to sweat profusely. Rosie focused on the handsome young blond at the wheel and wandered into the pilot house. She sat down and crossed her legs, showing him a lot of bare thigh.
"I'm Rosie. What's your name?"
"John."
"Hello, John. Is this your boat?"
"Nope. It belongs to the resort. I just drive it."
"Do you like working there?"
"Sure. The work isn't hard and I meet a lot of interesting people."
"Interesting people are ... well, interesting," she said lamely. She wanted to be more suave, more interesting, so the young man would find her worthy of a second look. "Well, maybe I'll see you around then."
"You'll see me," John said, giving her a knowing smile.
Walt observed his wife's behavior with a jaundiced eye. Young, scruffy-looking men appealed to her, and the boat driver appeared to fit the bill perfectly. She was a sucker for romantic, tropical island bullshit, the trade winds blowing in her hair, the air filled with the fragrance of tropical flowers, walking barefoot in the sand, the exotic stranger who makes love to her on the beach. Now, he would stay out of her way and let nature take its course. Would she cheat on him? Did the sun rise in the east?
By the time they reached the resort, Walt and Rosie were feeling a lot more mellow. As they were checking in, Walt spotted a luscious blonde standing across the lobby, talking to a young man. He felt his cock stir. She walked away with a seductive swing to her ass and his cock twitched harder.
"You like that, huh?" Rosie asked.
"What?" asked Walt as innocently as he could.
"The blonde. I saw you ogling her."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Two can play that game, you know."
"What game?"
"Forget it." Rosie turned to the desk clerk and asked, "Who was the blonde?"
"Elsa Magnuson. She's the manager," the clerk replied.
"She looks like a Valkyrie," Rosie said to Walt, "Now you know her name and what she does. Never say I don't try to help you."
They followed another young man to their cottage. Walt was tempted to ask Rosie if she liked the looks of his ass as much as he liked the looks of Elsa's ass, but held his tongue.
He surveyed the thatched roof of the cottage critically and said, "Hope that damn straw doesn't leak."
"It's thatch, dear," Rosie said sarcastically. "The brochure said it rains only during September. In case you forgot, this is June. How do you like the view? Isn't it lovely?"
"This whole damn place is a rat hole," he said sourly. "I'm going to change and wander around. Try to get some idea of just what I'm facing. I'll see you in the dining room later."
"Walt, relax," Rosie said. "You haven't taken a vacation in five years. I know you're here on business, but this is a resort. Try to unwind and enjoy yourself. Who knows, we might even recapture a little of what we had when we first married."
"Eva-the romantic optimist, aren't you?"
After he secured the boat, John looked up his roommate, Bill, who worked as a scuba diving instructor. Both were in their twenties, and competed with each other to see who could line up the most pussy for them to share.
"I've got a live one," John said proudly. So far, he had outdone his friend in the past month.
Bill made an imaginary mark in the air. "Score another one for you. She come in this morning?"
"Yeah. She came on to me before I even got the boat under way. She seems hungry. Her old man sat in the back of the boat and didn't say a word."
"Sounds interesting." Bill liked to get his pussy as easy as possible. He considered strange pussy one of the perks of the job. He wasn't top particular about looks or marital status, so he seldom had to work very hard to score. Something about being on a tropical island and running around half-naked all day lowered inhibitions. Women who wouldn't dream of having an affair at home were climbing all over the staff within an hour after they arrived. "Pretty?"
"Yeah, in a mature way. A few pounds overweight, but it looks good on her. Big tits, wide hips. Looks like she was made for fucking."
Bill grinned. "And we're just the guys to see that? she gets what she wants. When are you going to set? it up?"
"I've already started."
"Think she's ever taken on two guys at the same time?"
John shrugged. "No way to tell. Probably best if I get her started, then you make your appearance."
"Sounds good to me. Let me know when and where, and I'll be there."
"Right. See you later."
Walt glanced at the brochure as he wandered through the resort. The island was about a mile long and less than half a mile wide. He started where they checked in, which the brochure called the administration building. It looked more like a grass shack to him. Two shacks the brochure called storage buildings squatted a few yards away.
Next to the kitchen was the dining room and next to that was the recreation area, a covered affair with open sides, a dance floor and a bar. Further along the path, he came to the cottages. Every building, if they could be called that, had thatched roofs. And everything was slowly falling into a State of disrepair.
He heard a faint sound he identified as a small plane and spotted it in the distance. He wondered if more guests were arriving. Even two more couples would help. He needed all the money he could get from the place. From what he had seen so far, trying to sell the dump in its present condition was going to be a real challenge.
From the report he reviewed before leaving Miami, he knew that most of the guests stayed about two weeks. The staff numbered about twenty, Including the kitchen help. The resort had never managed more than a fifty percent occupancy rate, which accounted for the lack of cash flow.
Everyone he saw wore a bathing suit. The rule for the women seemed to be the less, the better. He picked out the staff easily enough. Without exception, they were young and bronzed, with fabulous bodies. The guests, on the other hand, carried too much weight, had pasty complexions under their bright red sunburns, and obviously paid little attention to their physical condition. Much like himself, he thought wryly.
CHAPTER TEN
Ingrid flew the single-engine seaplane just above the surface of the Caribbean at maximum speed. Piloting a plane gave her a rush that nearly equalled an orgasm. When Frank commented on her lust for speed, she reminded him she was a skillful, careful pilot and loved life too much to take foolish risks. She gained altitude as she neared the dot in the water that marked her destination.
Frank had taken her to the secluded resort for their honeymoon, and they had vacationed on the island every year thereafter. Sixty miles from its closest neighbor, the island could be reached only by boat or seaplane. She got seasick easily, and hated to fly like a sardine in one of the small charter planes from the nearest island with an airport, so she learned to fly so she and Frank could rent their own plane when they visited. Having her own plane available also gave her a sense of independence she didn't otherwise feel.
She spotted the two barges anchored off the island when she was still several miles away. They were an eyesore and a potential hazard. She wondered why the owner of the resort didn't move them into a dredged channel onshore and conceal them, thereby removing the eyesore and eliminating the danger of one of the pipes breaking when storms blew across the island. That's what she would do if she owned the place.
She circled the island once, signaling her intention to land, then, just for good measure,, zipped across at tree top level. She spotted Elsa standing on the beach, waving both arms hard enough to dislocate her shoulders.
Elsa had managed the resort for the past four years. A certified scuba diver, she also taught water skiing and wind surfing. Like Ingrid, she was tall, athletic, and very well built. She waited impatiently on the dock as Ingrid cut the engine and coasted to a stop less than a yard away. Ingrid opened the top hatch; stood on the seat, and tossed the tie-down rope to her girlfriend.
"Hi, Blondie," Ingrid called. "How's your love life?"
Elsa smiled broadly, showing a mouthful of perfect white teeth. "Hi, Red. It just got better!" She snubbed the rope to a bollard and hauled the plane against the dock.
"You think so, huh? Shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch. I might find some young stud and spend all my time in his bed."
"Not here, not today," Elsa replied. "Maybe not ever, not unless one of the staff turns you on."
"I'm looking at one who turns me on," Ingrid replied cheerfully. "I could do a lot worse than spend the next week in bed with her."
Ingrid closed the top hatch, opened the side door and tossed her bag onto the dock. She secured the door and turned around. Elsa almost knocked them into the water as she rushed forward and threw her arms around Ingrid.
"Hey, baby, take it easy," Ingrid said, kissing Elsa on the lips.
"I didn't know if you'd come back," Elsa said.
"I told you I would, honey, at Frank's funeral. Nothing has changed between you and me." Ingrid grinned. "Except we won't have to sneak away from Frank when we want to get it on. We can be free and easy without having to answer to anyone."
"I know, but I wasn't sure. Things aren't the same here."
"Oh? What's going on? You didn't lose your job, did you?"
"I guess you haven't heard. The owners defaulted on their loan and the bank is going to close the resort. We don't have more than a dozen guests right now, and this is the last group."
"Let's go to my cottage and have a drink while we talk about it," Ingrid said. She picked up her bag and took Elsa's hand.
"You're staying with me," Elsa said. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Honey, you've been out in the sun too long without a hat!" Ingrid laughed.
Walt watched the two women embrace on the dock and cursed under his breath. He had his mind set on getting in the blonde's pants. The redhead was even sexier, if possible. He would give half his stock in that damned rinky-dink bank for a little mattress mambo with either one of them, and they were making out with each other right on the fucking dock! It just wasn't his day.
"Finished?" Rosie asked when he entered their cottage.
"Yes." He sighed dejectedly. "This place is in even worse shape than I thought. I might as well take your advice and try to relax."
"Then how about a swim?"
"Sure, why not? Maybe I can get a tan like the staff. More likely, I'll end up looking like a lobster, like all the other guests."
"I brought lots of sun blocker," Rosie said. "I'll even be nice and rub it on your back."
Walt noticed his wife's skintight, one-piece bathing suit for the first time. "You're going to need a gallon of the stuff," he said. He took a closer look, "You don't look half-bad, though."
"Thanks for the compliment," Rosie said. "I think. At least you noticed."
John and Bill watched Walt and Rosie walk down to the beach.
"You're right," Bill said. "She isn't half bad. Pretty face. Good-looking ass. Mouth looks about the right size to suck cock. Wonder if her old man fucks her up the ass."
"I wonder if he fucks her at all. She sure came on strong to me," John replied. "He won't give us any trouble."
"Do they ever?"
"No. Never seen so many wimps in one place," Bill said smugly. "She Sure looks horny."
"We'll find out tonight," John said confidently. Walt and Rosie swam for a while, then slathered sun blocker on each other and stretched out on the sand. He lost his patience after about fifteen minutes.
"Going to get something to drink," he said, getting to his feet and looking down his wife. "Want something?"
"I suppose so. Something real cold and potent." Rosie basked in the sun with her arms straight out from her shoulders and her legs spread wide, looking like a girl making an angel in the snow. She knew she looked lewd, but no one was around and her posture let the sun hit more of her body.
She already felt better, in spite of her weight. Maybe if she ate only fruit for a week or two, she could lose a few pounds and Walt would pay more attention to her.
Rosie became aware that something was casting a shadow over her. She shielded her eyes with a hand across her forehead and opened her eyes. "Having fun?" John asked. .
Rosie smiled. She didn't expect him to make his move so quickly. "Oh, John, isn't it?" she asked, pretending she didn't remember his name. "Well, I'm not exactly having fun, but lying here soaking up some rays is pleasant. "We haven't had a vacation in years." She mentally cursed herself for automatically including her husband. Nothing like reminding a young guy you hope to fuck that you're an old married woman.
John sat down, wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. He knew the posture would let her see the bulge in his crotch. "Where's your husband?"
"Probably at the bar." She breathed a silent sigh of relief. Evidently, her marital status didn't bother him. "He said he was going to get us something cold to drink."
She noticed the significant bulge and wondered if he padded his crotch. A couple of her girlfriends said young men at their health club did. She never asked them how they knew.
"Be careful of the rum drinks. They're real strong. It's really pretty here, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. I'm glad I came." She nearly mentioned Walt again. And nearly let slip the actual purpose of their visit.
"Especially if you take a moonlight stroll."
"I don't get around very well at night by myself," she lied. "I might get lost."
"How about if I volunteer?"
"For what?"
"To be your guide. To take you on a pleasant walk tonight. If you meet me over there where the cove comes to a point, we could go on the other side."
"And what's on the other side?"
"A smaller cove. Sheltered, very private. The guests don't know about it, and the staff seldom goes there at night."
Rosie's heart skipped a beat.-His meaning was unmistakable. His obvious desire to fuck her was flattering. "Sounds interesting." She remembered what he said about meeting interesting people and blushed.
"It can be for the right people. I'll be there at nine." He stood and brushed the sand from the seat of his bathing suit. "Why don't you meet me?"
"I'll think about it," she replied, hoping her eagerness didn't show in her voice.
"I'll bring a bottle of wine. We can listen to the waves, drink some wine, get better acquainted."
"Now it sounds tempting as well as interesting."
"I hope so. Who knows, we might find we have a lot in common." .
"We might. Maybe I'll be there."
"I'll wait half an hour."
"I'll think about it."
"You do that. You won't be sorry." He waved and walked away.
Rosie had already made up her mind to meet the young stud. She would never see him again and, with a little luck, he would give her something Walt hadn't given her in a long time. She had no qualms about cheating on her husband. She knew he had fucked a lot of other women during their marriage. Including his secretary, who made her interest in him so obvious it was almost nauseating:
Walt sat at the large bar in the dance pavilion, drinking a potent concoction of rum and fruit juice, watching his wife and her scruffy young Romeo.
"The plot thickens," he muttered, not at all displeased with the development. Maybe the blonde Venus and her girlfriend didn't go for men, but there were enough other women around for him to score if he wasn't too picky.
"I beg your pardon?" said the bartender.
"Are you married?" Walt asked, scanning the big black man's well-muscled body. .
"Not me, man. I don't drink this stuff, I just serve it." His deep bass laugh boomed.
"Then you wouldn't understand."
"Do I want to understand?"
Walt laughed. "No. It looks like lover boy has made his pitch. Now, if only my darling wife takes the bait, I'll be in good shape. What's the action like around this place?"
"What kind of action?"
"Pussy."
"Plenty of it here, man," the bartender said as he gave Walt a fresh drink. "Most of it ready, willing and able. Hell, the place will almost seduce them for you. Let 'em know you're interested, and they fall all over you. Trust me, I know."
Walt eyed the man's body enviously. "Yeah, I'll bet you do. Well, back to the wars."
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
Walt got a glass of the potent rum punch for his wife and joined her on the beach. He could feel the booze already beginning to ooze from his pores. He sat down and handed her the glass.
"You'll like that. It goes down like silk and kicks like a mule," he said.
"Sounds more like your kind of drink. I would have been happy with wine. John said this stuff is pretty strong."
"You made a new friend, huh?"
"Do you care?"
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
"Then don't ask and I won't tell."
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander, you know."
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," she mimicked him.
Walt stood up. "That's what I thought."
"Where are you going?" asked Rosie.
"To find more agreeable company."
"Good luck. See you at dinner."
"Probably."
Rosie felt greatly relieved. Her husband had given her permission to fool around. Not that she really need it. She was going to fuck John in any case. But it certainly made her decision a lot less disturbing.
She sipped her drink and stared at the ocean, wondering how it was going to feel to have a strange cock in her. The only thing better she could think of was having two strange cocks in her at the same time, one lucking her mouth and one fucking her pussy. She'd never tried that. Maybe it was time she found a couple of horny, adventurous young studs and tried it.
She shivered, then chuckled happily when she felt moisture seep into her pussy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ingrid stretched her long, lovely legs out and propped her feet on the coffee table. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.
"Hmmm, this stuff is good, baby," , she said "You make it?"
Elsa shook her head. "Nick concocted it."
"Nick? You got a boyfriend I don't know about?"
Again, Elsa shook her head. "Nicholas Villiers, the big black hunk who masquerades as a bartender. Don't ever ask him to mix anything like a dry martini. His knowledge of mixed drinks leaves a lot to be desired, but he makes up for it with his sexual repertoire."
"Good cock and tongue, huh?" Ingrid smiled.
"Yeah, and enough stamina for three men. I've never met a man who could cum so much and stay so hard."
"The voice of experience speaks," Ingrid teased. "He did a good job with this."
"It's his specialty behind the bar. Rum and fruit juice and heaven only knows what else. I bring it over in gallon jugs."
"Maybe I'll see what else he can stir up with his swizzle stick. Well, back to the matter at hand. If I understand correctly, the owner of this place just plain blew it."
"Big time," Elsa agreed. "He couldn't decide if he wanted to cater to families or singles, so he tried a mixture. He thought families are a more stable market, but singles spend more. That works okay in some places, but not here. Kids get bored. They want junk food and video arcades and rap music and MTV and their parents want built-in baby sitters.
"Singles want a swinging scene. The women want to run around in thong bikinis that leave their asses bare and bras that barely cover their nipples. And men want them to. Can't say I blame either group. My bikinis are thongs. We tried setting aside one beach for singles and one for families. Didn't work. The single women started going topless and the entire staff stayed busy keeping the men away.
Ingrid said, "The cottages aren't big enough for families anyway. Not the ones I've seen."
"They're all the same size," Elsa replied. "For two people. Not enough room even for cots. The family groups had to rent two, which pushed the cost out of their range. We don't have any kids right now. Some of the couples are married, but most of the few guests here are single. We're down to less than fifty percent occupancy and have only a few requests for reservations.
"So, you ended up with a fiasco and the owner went broke," Ingrid said.
"That about sums it up. I got a foreclosure notice from the bank and a letter saying to operate as usual until further notice. I tried to contact the loan officer, but he had been fired. The bank president, some guy named Blankenship, has taken over the loan and is trying to find a buyer. I'd make an offer, but I can't get anyone at the bank to tell me what they're asking. I don't even know the amount of the original loan, or how much is owed, or how much is past due. The president is off some place on vacation and no one else can give me any information."
"How would you run the place?" Ingrid asked. "Turn it into a swinging singles paradise. Clothing optional everywhere but the dining room. One price for a two week package that included travel, food, lodging, drinks. The place needs lots of repair, but it can be done."
"How about financing?"
"Oh, I'd have to swing a bank loan. I have enough saved for a reasonable down payment, but I'd need money for repairs and operating capital."
"Would you be open to taking in a partner? I can come up with some ready cash, and I know a man who can guide us through the intricacies of financing if I can't swing all we need. He could act as our business advisor, in any case."
Elsa's eyes lit up. "Oh, that would be great, Ingrid! I had no idea you might be interested."
"Or that I had the wherewithal," Ingrid said with a smile. "Frank left me a nice estate. Besides, if I throw in with you, I wouldn't have to pay for my visits."
"You mean you wouldn't be here all the time?"
"Probably not. Hell, you've been running the place for years. Why not continue to do so? I've got other fish to fry. The financial advisor I mentioned made me an offer I'm not sure I can refuse."
"Is he going to make a lot of money for you?"
"Maybe, but the offer has more to do with the physical than financial." Ingrid related the intimate, juicy details of her all-day and all-night tryst with Monty. "I have never been treated so royally or fucked so well, and I think I've barely scratched the surface," she concluded.
"God, I'd love to find such a lover," Elsa said, unable to keep the envy out of her voice.
"Well, if we become partners, Monty will have to come down here for a look-see. I won't give him to you, but I'll share him. I expect we'll also have to come down once a month or so to relax and to be sure you're doing okay."
Elsa's eyes got misty. "You are a true friend, Red. Partner." She stuck out her hand to shake on it.
Ingrid took her hand and said, "Partner. We might not get rich, honey, but we'll have lots of fun."
"Money isn't everything. Oh, I can hardly wait to get moving! What do we do now?"
"I'll fly over to the big island tomorrow and call Monty. He can chase down this Blankenship and get the ball rolling. In the meantime, we wait. Got any plans for tonight?"
"None that don't include you!" Elsa said. "I've missed you so much. I tried a few of the women around here, but they don't measure up."
"Maybe because you introduced me the pleasures of loving a pussy, honey, and I do it the way you like," Ingrid said.
"Like doesn't come close to describing it," Elsa replied. "I'm spoiled, I know it, and I don't care!" Ingrid finished her drink and said, "Let's take a look around, have dinner, then come back and see how much we can spoil each other."
Rosie didn't see Walt again until dinner: He was in a good mood and she didn't ask why. She didn't care. She had plans of her own to pursue. She felt risque in her short denim skirt and skimpy tank-top, with no bra or panties, and barefoot.
After dinner, they went to the dance pavilion. For a reason she couldn't comprehend, much less explain, she suddenly felt especially affectionate. She slipped her arm around his waist and walked close so her hip brushed his.
Momentarily taken aback by her unexpected intimacy, he put his arm around her shoulders, then let it slip down so he could reach inside her top and fondle her bare tit. She looked up at him and smiled without speaking.
The balmy, fragrant night air, and the expectation of taking a ride on a strange cock, made Rosie's pussy flow and her heart swell. She slipped easily into the beachcomber ambiance, utterly happy for the first time in years.
They sat silently at the edge of the dance floor and drank Nick's potent rum punch and watched the other guests dance.: Walt went back to the bar to refill their glasses, and when he returned, he found an empty chair. He smiled. Now he was free. For the night anyway, if Rosie's scruffy young stud lived up to his expectations. He surveyed the women, hoping to find at least one who measured up the blonde Valkyrie who managed the place, or the redheaded Venus. Failing that, he hoped to find one who might like men and prove to be compliant, looks aside.
Rosie sipped frequently from her glass of punch as she hurried down to the beach. Fortunately, her feet were steadier than her heart, or she would have stumbled and fallen flat on her face. In the bright moonlight, she had no difficulty finding the rendezvous spot.
She waited impatiently, afraid someone would come along and hang around until John arrived. She told herself she wasn't ashamed of meeting another man for a fling in the sand. She didn't want anyone to know, nonetheless. She looked around, suddenly wondering how noticeable she was against the moonlight water, how much she stood out on the horizon. She wished she had more familiarity with cheating. She had certainly passed up enough chances! Finally, she had to sit down before her shaky knees collapsed.
She sipped her punch and nervously lit a cigarette, remembering too late how much the flare of the lighter lit up her face. She looked at the glowing end of the cigarette, realized it could be seen from yards away, and impetuously stubbed it out. She was beginning to wonder if John had stood her up when she sensed someone nearby. As the dark shape came closer, she recognized the man she had chosen for her first dalliance. She knew it wouldn't be her last. One taste of the forbidden fruit was never enough.
John had a blanket under one arm and bottle in his hand: He stopped so close to her, she could smell his maleness. "Hello," he said softly. "I'm glad you decided to come."
The word come seared into her brain. "She blushed furiously, glad the darkness hid her agitation. "I thought you had stood me up," she whispered.
"I got delayed. Ready for a romantic stroll in the moonlight?"
"I'm here, aren't I?" She hoped he didn't notice the apprehensive quaver in her voice.
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She let him put his arm around her and matched her pace to his so their inside legs moved together. His thigh felt as if it would bum a hole in her skirt. She wanted him to grope her tit the way Walt did earlier, to begin the seduction so she wouldn't have to make the first move. She wasn't sure she could.
John took her around a point of land, out of sight of the resort, to the edge of a small cove. Only the faint sound of their footsteps in the white sand and the moonlit water lapping gently on the beach disturbed the solitude.
"Beautiful," Rosie whispered. "So peaceful. Do you come here often?" She wondered if he brought lots of women there to fuck, but knew the answer without asking.
"Now and then," John said. He didn't tell her the staff made reservations among themselves to use it for their assignations. "We won't be disturbed." He put down the bottle and spread the blanket. "Would you like to sit down?"
"Okay."
"What are you drinking?" he asked.
She held up her glass and looked at it in the moonlight. "Some sort of punch. I think it has rum in it, but I don't know what else. Pretty good stuff, whatever it is."
"Yeah, Nick's infamous knee-bender rum and fruit juice punch," John said.
"Knee-bender?"
He chuckled. "Drink three or four of them, then try to walk and you'll understand. I brought wine, whenever you're ready for something different."
"That's why I'm here," she quipped with a girlish giggle. She chug-a-lugged the punch and held out her glass for wine. "The same old, same old gets dreadfully monotonous."
Rosie drew her knees up to her chest. Her short skirt rode up her thighs, giving him a good look at her bare cunt mound. She felt bold and wanton.
CHAPTER TWELVE
John stared openly at her exposed crotch. "You shave, huh?"
"This is the first time," Rosie said. "I thought it might be cooler for the summer."
"Is it?"
Rosie giggled. His bold stare raised the temperature of her blood several degrees. "It isn't very cool right now," she said brazenly.
"Does your husband like your pussy nude?"
She snorted derisively. "He hasn't looked at my pussy in so long, he's probably forgotten what it look like." She felt a twinge of guilt for castigating Walt when he wasn't present to defend himself. "But I didn't come here to talk about him."
"Okay."
"You could have your pick of hot young women. Why did you choose an old woman like me? Did you think I'd be easier?"
"You're not old," John said defensively. "You're mature, and beautiful and vibrant and very sexy."
"I know you're lying, and you didn't answer my question, but I like it anyway." .
"I'm glad you came," he said truthfully. Should he fess up that he preferred older, more experienced women? Probably not. He didn't know her well enough to know how she'd take it. She might think he was a mama's boy.
"Oh? How glad are you?"
He took one of her hands and put it between his legs so she could feel his half-hard prick. "This glad."
"My, my, you are pleased." Nick's potent rum punch had loosened her inhibitions. Mixing wine on top of it made her feel even more daring. "Maybe I can make you a teensy-weeny happier." She pushed him onto his back and crawled over him, straddling his hips. She kissed him, plunged her tongue into his mouth and let it roam freely inside his mouth. She reached between her legs, squeezed his cock through his shorts and moaned with merriment. He reached under her skirt with one hand and began to caress her bare ass as their tongues dueled. With his other hand, he pulled one strap of her tank top off her shoulder so he could fondle her tits.
Rosie breathed lustily into his mouth. Her body burned with excitement. She sat up astride his body and pulled her top over her head. "There, now you don't have to fight to get to them." She looked at her tits. "Gad, my nipples are so hard!" She leaned over and her large tits swung down. She buried his face between the hefty mounds and shook her chest. Her luxurious tits gently pummeled his cheeks.
She kissed him again and sucked on his tongue as she unzipped his shorts to liberate his prick. It sprang into a full erection between her thighs. She skimmed her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft, then gathered his balls into her hand and fondled them. Ardor and carnal hunger made her touch rough. She took her mouth off his and mashed one tit into his face.
John cradled the mound with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He squeezed her tit, took nipple, areola, and as much of her tit as he could into his mouth. The tip of his tongue cavorted around the circumference of the nipple before he sucked on it.
Rosie stood up with her feet on each side of him. She let him look up her skirt for a few moments, then took it off and stood over him naked. Her pussy had leaked so much, she knew the lips were dripping. "Like the view?" she asked teasingly.
"Love it," he said.
"I've never displayed myself so brazenly to anyone." She shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her lush body. "Letting you look at my pussy like this makes me feel like a wanton slut."
"A beautiful wench," he agreed. "Just turn loose and enjoy yourself. You deserve it. Without hair in the way, I can see the wet lips of your pussy clearly. Makes my mouth water."
"Hold that thought," she said, feeling bolder and bolder as her fervor increased.
When she leaned over, her tits swung forward and dangled over his face as she yanked his shorts down, pulled them over his feet and tossed them aside. She went to her knees between his legs. Her tongue snaked out and the. tip curled around the knob of his stiff cock, making it glisten and shine in the moonlight.
John sat up and took off his shirt as he watched the horny woman. She looked so tantalizing down there on her knees, with her ass in the air and her tits jiggling as she licked his prick all over. Then she began to swallow his stiff rod, slowly lowering her head, eagerly taking every hard inch he had to offer her, until her lips touched his groin.
"Damn, lady, you swallowed the whole fucking thing!" he whispered, his voice laced with passion.
Rosie gurgled with exuberance and began to bob her head up and down, twisting it all around, breathing hard as she got more and more turned on. She felt a gallon of juice rush into her cunt. She gobbled his cock with gusto, scraped it with her teeth, teased his balls with delicate fingers, did everything she could think of to make her cocksucking as exciting as possible.
" She lifted her head and smiled. "Mmmmmm, I love to suck young cock." She straddled him and slid up his body. She spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers, revealing the luscious, pink interior. She let him look at the sumptuous feast for a moment, then whispered, "How does that look to you?"
"Scrumptious," he replied.
"Then go to it, baby," she panted as she sat on his face. "Eat it good and make me cum." She grabbed his hands and put them on her tits. "Play with my tits while you suck me off."
John began to knead her hefty tits as he mashed his lips into the gooey maw between her shapely thighs. He thrust his tongue into her dripping channel, filling her with carnal pleasure.
Rosie sucked in her breath sharply at the stimulating penetration and ground her twat on his face. She leaned forward, pressing her fleshy tits against his strong hands. She put her hands on the blanket by his head and began to squirm on his mouth. His fingers dug into her tits, flooding her with pleasure.
"God, your tongue feels good," she panted. She began to twitch and buck. "My clit, baby! Get my clit!" she moaned, He released her tits and grabbed the cheeks of her plump, fidgeting ass with both hands. Her slick cunt filled his mouth as he began to tongue her clit with vigor.
"Oh, God, baby, you're really getting me good!" she wailed. "Going to cum, baby! Going to fill your mouth with cum." She felt a ton of hot juice gush down her channel. "God, gonna drown you with cum, baby!"
She nearly fulfilled her promise to drown him. Her delectable cream filled his mouth and overflowed to coat the lower half of his face. He gulped and swallowed and licked and sucked for more.
A balmy breeze caressed her, dried the sweat and tried unsuccessfully to cool her bucking body as white heat engulfed her and her pussy spasmed again and again. In her spastic furor, she nearly smothered him with her hairless cunt.
He waited until her passion peaked and began to subside, then slid his hands up to her bulging hips and urged her to back off. She scooted backward and squatted over his loins, grabbed his prick and yanked it hard.
"Gorgeous cock," she panted as she ran the head up and down the length of her slit. "Just what I need."
"Damn, you're a hot bitch, aren't you?"
"I came hereto fuck, baby!" she giggled.
"Do you ride a cock as well as you do a tongue?"
"Just watch me, sonny!" She stuck the head of his cock in the mouth of her sopping cunt and slowly lowered herself. She didn't stop until her bald mound bumped into his groin. "Ohhhhhh, it feels so fucking gooooood!" she moaned. She began to bounce up and down on his rampant shaft. "Fuck with me, baby!" she urged.
As she plunged down, he lunged up as hard as he could, thrusting into her, knocking the breath out of her. He speared her pussy with his prick, amazed at the tightness of her dynamic sheath. Her channel felt like the inside of a bottle of oil, super slick and hot as fire.
"Ahhhhhh, wonderful, baby, wonderful," she moaned. "Love your cock."
"Fabulous cunt," he grunted in reply.
"Keep going, baby. Fuck me as hard as you can. I'm going to cum again, baby. Ooohhh, God, fucking your cock feels so fucking good."
Rosie had no idea what she was saying. Her whole world was centered in her crotch, where his gorgeous cock plundered her cunt without mercy. She rode him hard, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, grunting every time his cockhead hit the bottom of her cunt.
John bucked his hips off the blanket, trying to keep up with her furious lunges. He gave up the effort to hold onto her ass and grabbed her swinging tits and began to tweak her nipples. She had turned out to be more hot-blooded than he expected. Thank goodness help waited in the wings.
Abruptly, her wails of enchantment shattered the stillness of the secluded cove, assailing the ears of their silent observer. She thrust her ass down as hard as she could, bouncing her crotch off his as she soared willingly toward her climax.
"Harder!" she demanded. "Fuck me harder!" John gave it everything he had. His extra effort triggered her orgasm. Cream flooded her canal, oozed between her swollen pussy lips and trickled down his pulsating shaft.
Bill watched from behind the bushes a few more moments, then took off his clothes and quickly crossed the short distance separating him from the humping couple.
"Looks like you have your hands full, John," he said, staring at his roommate's hands on Rosie's plump tits. "Need a little help?"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Elsa lingered in the shadows of the dance pavilion, sipping Nick's punch, watching, content to stay out of the melee. Male cock didn't interest her, not with Ingrid available and eager. She felt a keen desire to wield the cock tonight,, not take it. She wished she could find a man as compliant and understanding as Ingrid, or the man Ingrid told her about.
As usual, the tropical night was warm, with a gentle ocean breeze. She wore her customary nighttime outfit of short, tight shorts and a T-shirt with nothing but her skin under them. She knew she attracted attention, notably from the men, but also from more than a few of the women. She didn't mind. It never hurt to advertise a little. Tonight, she would simply refuse tactfully, and, if the person interested her, drop a hint of future possibilities.
She watched the people on the dance floor gyrate and twist with the music, the same bored way she watched nearly every night of her life. She had the feeling if she could travel ten or twenty years into the future, the same scene would greet her. She hoped her plan to buy the place, with Ingrid's help of course, worked out. Her life had settled into a monotonous, uncomfortable rut. She needed a change. Badly.
"Hey, blondie, how about let's wiggle with each other," a hairy, pot-bellied drunk said. Blubber shook in every direction as he threw himself around in a poor imitation of a dance routine.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Elsa replied with marked coolness.
"Hey, you ain't very sociable, are you?"
"Depends on who asks," she replied, smiling to lessen the sting of her words. Mustn't offend the guests! Any more than necessary, at least.
Elsa walked away, trying not to sashay so her bewitching ass wouldn't twitch and give him further encouragement. She understood his confusion. Constant bombardment by the sight of acres of naked female flesh turned the most docile man into a bundle of raging hormones. She felt the same way from looking at nearly naked men and women all the time.
She meandered over to the bar and slid onto a stool.
"How's it going?" Nick asked as he took her glass and refilled it with his infamous punch.
Elsa held out her hand and wiggled it from side to side. "One of those nights," she said. "I feel out of sorts, for some reason."
"All work and no play makes Jane a dull girl," he quipped. "Don't see anyone who turns you on, huh?"
Elsa smiled enigmatically.
Nick grinned. "Ahhh, yes, that red-headed Venus flew in today, didn't she?"
"Maybe you and I should get together one of these nights," she said.
"Any time, lady," he replied with a big grin. "Maybe we can even include your girlfriend after we've worn each other out."
"If I can wear you out, how could you handle two of us?" Elsa laughed.
"Figure of speech, lady. Anyway, I can mix up a little potion to give me added stamina."
"An aphrodisiac? Do they really work? I thought such things were all in the mind."
Nick chuckled. "Lady, doesn't sex start in the mind? Where it ends up is what counts. You know where to find me when you want to see where it comes out."
"Oh, I know where it comes out," Elsa replied, continuing the play on words. "Still, I like to watch it."
"Go find your girlfriend before you drink too much of that stuff," Nick said, indicating the glass of punch. "A little stimulates, a lot dulls."
Elsa put her glass down and slid off the stool. "Good night, Nick," she said. She blew him a kiss. "See you later. Want me to ask Ingrid if She's interested?"
"Dumb questions don't become you, lady," he replied.
Walt looked over the available females, mulling over which one he could cut out of the herd and get her alone so he could luck her. He made a few halfhearted attempts before he got discouraged and headed to the bar just as Elsa left.
"Well, how are you doing tonight?" Nick asked. "Three strikes and you're out," Walt replied. "How does a guy get laid around here?"
"That bad, huh? Well, give it time. It'll get better."
Walt shook his head, feeling very frustrated. Rosie had gone to meet her scruffy young stud and get fucked, but so far, all he had done was strike out. "I'm not used to all this scrambling."
"Didn't you say you're married?"
"Yes."
"Takes a while to get back in the swing when you've been out of circulation," Nick said.
"What I need is some luck."
"Maybe. Try not to act desperate. Be laid-back. Introduce yourself, get a girl talking about herself. They all like to do that. Sooner or later, she'll tell you what she's after. If you fill the bill, you can take it from there. If you don't, look for another one. There's certainly enough available pussy around here."
"Who's the redhead over there?"
"Name's Ingrid something or other. She flew in today."
"Yeah, I remember now. I saw her and Elsa on the dock. She a guest?"
"Yeah, she and her husband come down every year. Haven't seen him around this time."
"She and Elsa looked pretty chummy on the dock. Think I have a chance?"
"Who knows? Never can tell what's in a woman's mind."
Walt looked around and saw that Ingrid had disappeared. "Shit," he mumbled under his breath.
Nick grinned. "Maybe you'll just have to settle for your wife tonight. Tomorrow's another day."
"Yeah, maybe. We haven't been getting along very well lately. She thinks I work too hard and don't pay enough attention to her."
"Is she right?"
Walt sighed. "Probably. About not paying enough attention to her anyway. Can't do much about working too hard. She spends money like it's going out of style in the next ten minutes."
"Well, this might be a good time to work things out. Maybe she spends money because she's lonely and bored. As I say, never can tell what's going through a woman's mind."
"Thanks for the advice, pal."
"Any time."
Walt got up and walked into the throng of people, determined to get laid if it was the last thing he did.
Ingrid had noticed Walt's interest in her and beat J a hasty retreat. She wasn't looking for a man tonight and didn't want the hassle of fending him J off. She melted into the shadows and headed to her cottage.
Elsa wandered down to the beach, looking over her shoulder to make sure that she wasn't being followed. She wasn't in the mood for a confrontation. A day in the hot tropical sun, followed by good food, a balmy, starry night, plenty of booze and everyone running around half naked in a sexually charged atmosphere proved a deadly combination for some of the guests.
Until the mad scramble to get laid sorted itself out, she would just as soon stand clear. She stood on the beach a few minutes, looking at the ocean, then ambled along slowly until she reached her cottage.
Moonlight filled the cottage. She saw the familiar naked body lying on the bed and tingles ran through her pussy. "Hello," she purred happily. "Been waiting long?"
"A whole year, darling." Ingrid held out her arms.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
John looked at his roommate. "I was wondering when you were going to show up," he said. "I've got a real firecracker on my hands."
"So I see," Bill replied. "I've been watching from the bushes. Looks like she's on your cock as well as your hands," he smirked.
Bill's stiff prick stood straight out from his loins, level with Rosie's heated eyes. She stared at it hungrily. "Who're you?" she grunted as she continued to bounce up and down on John's cock. "Bill, John's roommate. I've come to help out" Rosie wrapped her hand around his prick and shook it instead of his hand. "Glad to meet you, Bill. I'm Rosie. Does the guy who brought you have a name?"
"You really are a live one," Bill said. "Hope you don't mind if I crash the party."
"The more the merrier," Rosie giggled. "Put that luscious thing in my mouth and let's see how good you are."
Bill took a step forward and held his cock out for her. Rosie wrapped one arm around his hips and closed her lips over the head of his cock. She began to suck it enthusiastically as John began to fuck her a little faster. She moaned and gurgled with glee, moving her head rapidly back and forth, thrilling at the feel of the two cocks pleasuring both ends of her impassioned body.
She couldn't believe her good fortune. Getting fucked by two young studs on her first night at the resort exceeded her wildest expectations. If this was a precursor of the rest of her vacation, she hoped the days and nights dragged on endlessly.
Bill put his hand behind her head to keep his cock in her mouth and knelt in front of her. He reached under her chest and began to fondle her dangling tits and tweak her bloated nipples. Rosie hummed around his prick and caressed his tight little buns. After a few minutes of zealous sucking, she lifted her head and look at him.
"I want both of you to fuck me at the same time," she panted.
"Your wish is our command," Bill said gallantly.
"Cum in her mouth first," John suggested.
"Can you do that and still fuck me?" Rosie asked breathlessly.
"Sure I can," Bill assured her. "You really turn me on."
"Then do it! Let me taste your cum!"
Bill stood and held her head in his hands. Rosie got on her hands and knees and reached between his legs to cup his balls. John got on his knees and rammed his cock back up her cunt as Bill stuck his prick back into her mouth. Bill felt his balls stir as he began to fuck her face hard and fast.
The sensation of rock-hard male meat plundering both ends of her body besieged Rosie. Bill's balls bounced off her chin and John's balls slapped into her hairless slit as they flicked her dynamically. She felt another orgasm building in her guts. She didn't have to strive for if. It came on strong, and she couldn't have stopped it any more than she could have stopped a hurricane. She rocked back and forth between her two fuckers, clenching John's cock with her cunt and bestowing robust suction upon Bill's cock.
Bill came suddenly, squirting her mouth full of hot cream. She moaned with-merriment, alternated between swallowing hastily and sue king impetuously, hungry for every drop of his essence. He gave her the full load from his balls, then stepped back. His cock remained erect, bouncing up and down in time to the beat of his heart. She stared at his prick and continued to rock back and forth on John's cock.
"Let's switch," Bill said.
"Wait!" Rosie moaned. "Let me cum ... gotta cum first." She whooped and began to rock faster. "Ohhh, fuck!" Her body became a flurry of motion as her orgasm seized her.
John grabbed her hips and battered her cunt without mercy, driving her over the peak. Bill stroked his cock and waited patiently, watching her tits flop around under her chest from her violent tossing and twisting. Her passion ebbed and she fell onto her side. John rolled with her, his cock still buried in her cunt.
"Now," she gasped. "Both of you fuck me." She lifted her upper leg into the air, exposing both of her holes. "There, one for each of you."
John pulled his prick out of her cunt and put the head against her tight little back door. The oil from her fuck channel coating his cock eased his entrance as he began to penetrate her asshole. She concentrated on relaxing her sphincter and sighed with delight as his stiff prong gradually filled her rear canal.
Bill got on his side in front of her. She grasped his prick-eagerly and ran the knob through her bloated cunt lips, then stuck the head in the hairless mouth. He shoved his shaft into her with one quick lunge, sinking it all the way to the base. Bill and John lay inactive, their cocks completely buried in her body, letting her adjust to the feel of the dual incursion.
"Hmmm," she muttered. "You two know just what to do. You've double-fucked a lot of women, haven't you?"
"Yeah, a few," Bill grunted.
"A few my ass," she giggled. She began to wiggle her ass back and forth. "God, it feels wonderful!" she whispered. "Okay, I'm ready. Fuck me good."
She wiggled and squirmed and twitched as they began to lunge in and out of her ass and cunt simultaneously. Her climax came on abruptly, without warning. Her body began to vibrate and writhe tumultuously. Her cunt flooded Bill's shaft with hot passion juice and began to pulsate around his cock. Her asshole tightened around John's prick. He could swear he felt her guts sucking on the head of his cock. He had fucked several women in the ass and had never felt anything like it.
They fought her strong muscles and pumped their meat into her as hard as they .could. Her passion amazed them. Frequently, when they double-fucked a woman, she accepted it submissively. This hot-blooded woman flicked them as passionately as they fucked her, urged them on, begged for more.
Bill grabbed one of her tits and began to knead the hefty mound. John reached over her, grabbed her other tit and began to pull and twist the thick nipple. The difference in their touch, in the way they manipulated her tits and nipples added electrifying variations to the pleasure deluging her body and mind.
The young men sandwiched her between them and fucked her rhythmical, aggressively. Bill's groin pummeled her crotch as he slammed his cock up her spastic sheath. John's groin banged into the fleshy cheeks of her shapely ass as he plundered her tight asshole, Rosie took the battering with delight, breathing hard, moaning and twisting and humped between them.
Bill felt his balls contract. He let out a roar of triumph and shot a wad of thick jism into the recesses of her cunt. Rosie slammed her cunt at him and came with him. Their cream mixed together in her love tunnel, lubricating the tight sheath so he slipped back and forth easily. He gave her a final squirt, then came to a gradual halt, breathing hard. He left his dick in her until it softened. When it slid out with a faint plop, joy juice gushed out and ran down the inside of her thigh.
John continued to stab her asshole with his prick, extending her orgasm. She lay on her side with her knees drawn up to her chest, her tits shaking from the force of his lunges. He released a load of boiling jism into her asshole and she came again. He stayed with her until her passions subsided, then withdrew. His spunk seeped out of the narrow mouth and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
Rosie rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagle. John got the bottle of wine and handed it to Rosie. She sat up, took a hearty swig and handed the bottle to Bill. He drank and handed the bottle back to John.
"Thanks," she said. She dug her cigarettes out of her skirt pocket, lit one and inhaled deeply. Eddies of pleasure still lay in her body, reminding her of the delicious stimulation she had just experienced. "And thank you for a fabulous fuck. I've never been fucked by two men at once. Wish I hadn't waited so long to try it."
"We're happy to help out," John said. "You're a great fuck."
"You can say that again," Bill agreed.
"I'm really glad I came," she said. "And, boy, I came and came!" She sucked on her cigarette and sighed. "I don't know how long I'll be here. Can we get together again? Soon."
Bill and John looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure," said John.
"Fine with me," said Bill.
She looked at her crotch and snickered. "God, I'm a mess. You two must have cum a gallon." She stubbed out her cigarette and stood. "Well, fortunately, there's a great big bath tub out there. Coming in?"
"Maybe later," John said.
"What's the matter, afraid a barracuda will think those things are bait?"
Unhurried, Rosie crossed the beach, consciously exaggerating the oscillation of her ass for their benefit. She waded in until her tits began to float, then started swimming.
John watched the swing of her ass and chuckled. "God, she's a hot one. It's a good thing you came along. I don't think I could have handled her by myself."
"Yeah, you picked out a good one this time."
"I didn't expect her to be such a wildcat, that's for sure."
"Are you sure her husband won't be a problem?
I'd like to fuck her again."
"Yeah, so would I," John agreed. "Her cunt and ass and mouth are all great. From what she says, her old man doesn't give a shit. Besides, he's probably trying to score himself."
"Why he lets such prime stuff get away from him is beyond me."
"Maybe it's different when you're married," John mused.
"Maybe. If so, remind me to never get married."
"Want to have another go at her tonight? You can have her ass this time."
"Hmmm, it's an interesting idea," Bill said. "What about you? You up to another round with her?"
"Yeah, I can manage another hard-on. I think she'd be more than willing. She's hot enough, that's for sure."
"Let's see what she wants to do. Don't want to push her too hard."
"Okay, but she sure acts willing enough."
Rosie rolled onto her back and floated lazily in the surf, gazing at the stars. Warm water washed between her legs and made her tits sway, adding a natural sensuality to the pleasure which continued to rippled through her.
She thought of the two young studs waiting for her on the beach and considered having another go at them. They sure beat fucking Walt. He hadn't given her such a thrill in years. She decided she would wait, let the anticipation build. Anyway, she didn't want to make a pig of herself the first night. She might scare them off. And then where would she find another pair to give her such a fine pick-me-up, such a nice helping of hard young cock?
She swam to shore and walked slowly toward them with her chest held high, displaying her tits. Water sparkled on her body in the moonlight, accenting her nipples and nude cunt mound. She stopped in front of them and stretched languidly, aware they were ogling her charms, "Nothing like a superb fuck and a moonlight swim to perk a girl up," she said. "What did you two decide?"
"About what?" John asked, feigning innocence. "About fucking me again." She sat down facing them and took a swig of wine from the bottle. "That's what you were talking about, isn't it?" She lit a cigarette and leaned back on her elbows, her legs open so they could see her pussy. Her tits rose and fell gently as she breathed, adding to her allure. "If you're worried about my husband, don't be. He won't interfere. He as much as told me so this afternoon."
"You've got quite a figure," said Bill.
"Thank you. Too bad my husband doesn't agree with you."
"Having trouble, huh?" asked Bill. ( "Yeah. I shouldn't talk about him behind his back."
"Sex?" Bill persisted.
"In a way. When we do, it's over so quick I hardly know it's happened. And I get tired of lying on my back all the time."
Bill chuckled. "I can understand why."
"Yes. I can be very bitchy when I want to, believe me," said Rosie.
"So why don't you just give him a good fuck? Show him what you want," Bill said. "Maybe he needs a little guidance, you know?"
"He doesn't heel worth a damn!" Rosie said. "He gets pissed if I tell him to slow down or do something different." She stubbed out her cigarette and sat up. "So, what did you decide?"
"We'll set up something for tomorrow," John said. "Maybe our cottage, where we can use the bed. How does that sound?"
"like a winner," Rosie replied, grinning.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Come over here and show me how much you've missed me," Ingrid said.
Elsa stared at the redhead's voluptuous body as she crossed the room. As her eyes wandered over Ingrid's magnificent figure, Elsa realized she had missed making love to this particular woman more than she cared to admit.
"You're so beautiful," Elsa said, her voice low, hoarse with lust. "Thinking about tasting you, pleasing you, really turns me on."
"What do you think it does to me?" Ingrid said with a deep chuckle.
Elsa quickly stripped off her top and shorts and paused to let Ingrid look at her naked body. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, cupped the redhead's luscious tits in her hands and squeezed gently. Her mind reeled with turbulent excitement as she played with the mound of firm flesh. Hungrily, she began to lavish kisses on the redhead's sensuous mouth. Ingrid returned the kisses with equal enthusiasm.
Ingrid let the blonde lead, charmed by the soft purring sounds Elsa made. She liked the blonde's kisses and caresses, got more turned on by the moment. Elsa's hands flitted the redhead's hips and caressed her taut belly. A monumental wave of desire shot through her and brought a wet, hot flow in her cunt.
She jammed her lips against Ingrid's, relishing the luscious softness, then thrust her tongue deep into the redhead's mouth. She kissed her girlfriend passionately as she reached between her legs to caress her mound and explore the curly tangle of auburn pubic hair. Her fingertip grazed Ingrid's clit. Ingrid stiffened and moaned. Her finger delved into the wet heat of the sexy valley and began caressing the redhead's turgid love bud.
Ingrid squirmed and moaned louder. She threw her arm around Elsa's neck and spread her legs so the blonde's acquisitive fingers could explore her snatch fully.
Elsa held her wanton excitement in check as she teased her girlfriend's center of emotion. When aroused, Ingrid's passion became intense. She bit Elsa on the lips, tiny, frantic little love nips, and jerked her hips restlessly as the blonde's fingers played in the pouting, red-furred nether lips.
"Oh, my, you pussy is so wet," Elsa whispered.
"Ummm, yes, and so hot," Ingrid murmured in reply. "What are you going to do to me?"
For a moment, Elsa stared at her girlfriend with blazing eyes, savoring her own anticipation, knowing exactly what she was going to do. "I'm going make you cum so well, darling. My mouth is already watering for the taste of your sweet pussy. God, it's been so long!"
Her breath came in short, nervous gasps and her heart hammered in her chest. She gazed lovingly at the patch of auburn pussy hair and the tender lips peeking through the mossy tangle.
Ingrid's ripe, lusciously rounded tits heaved. Her nipples peaked with excitement. Her eyes misted with passion. She trembled and spread her legs wider.
Elsa knew precisely how it would feel before she got on top of the tantalizing redhead. She slithered onto Ingrid's luxurious body and squirmed anxiously. Her heart beat faster and her blood ran hot. A dreamy aura enveloped the bed, a diffusion of light and shadow that evoked a very special feeling in both women.
Elsa pressed her body against the redhead, moaning from the enticing pressure as velvety tits and humid cunt mounds met. She seized Ingrid's tongue between her lips and sucked it avidly as she squirmed against the other woman. Quivering with excitement, she broke the kiss, seized a rigid nipple in her lips, and began sucking and nipping the rigid bud, teasing it until Ingrid's moans became whimpers of pleading.
Elsa slid down, tracing fiery kisses beneath the swollen tit mound, down over the exquisite skin of Ingrid's stomach, ending up lying prone between the redhead's splayed legs. She gazed hungrily at the lush, coral-colored lips peeking through the forest of red curls as she stroked the satiny flesh on the inside of Ingrid's thighs.
"Your pussy is like an ornate, exotic blossom. And I'm a little bird, filled with hunger for your delectable nectar," Elsa whispered.
Ingrid trembled in a spasm of anticipation. She put her hands on Elsa's cheeks, urging her forward, and raised her ass off the bed. Elsa murmured With pleasure and inched forward, aroused by the intoxicating fragrance of Ingrid's honey pot. Elsa plunged her tongue deeply into the succulent twat. Ingrid groaned louder and arched her back sharply.
The delectable flavor of Ingrid's essence sparked a sharp thrill in Elsa's taste buds. The electrifying sensation raced through her as she buried her mouth in the redhead's tingling cunt and flicked her tongue expertly over the swollen clit.
Ingrid shuddered and screamed. Her sex hole flooded and filled the blonde's mouth with a steady flow of love juice as her orgasm washed over her.
Elsa clung to the squirming redhead and increased the tempo of her tongue, immersing her mouth in the woman's succulent flesh, pressing Ingrid's hot thighs to her cheeks. Ingrid twisted convulsively again and again as Elsa lashed out with her tongue to bring forth a chain of shattering orgasms. She applied her tongue with a subtle artistry, tenderly probing the delicate folds in a teasing, circular exploration, then lashing her clit furiously.
Elsa took nearly a half-hour to satisfy her oral craving for her girlfriend's savory cunt. With a final, passionate kiss planted directly in the center of Ingrid's hairy twat, she slid up beside the exhausted redhead and kissed her. Ingrid's tongue delved into Elsa's mouth, then licked the blonde's lips, chin, and cheeks.
"God, I thought you were going to suck my insides out!" Ingrid said with a sigh Of deep rapture.
"I haven't had the pleasure of your pussy for almost a year, darling," Elsa said. "I had to make up for lost time."
"I saw some pretty sharp-looking girls when I was walking around. Surely you haven't gone without pussy since the last time you sucked my cunt."
"Oh, I haven't done without," Elsa replied. "But your cunt is incomparable."
"Now I want to taste you. I just hope I can do you as well as you did me. You set a pretty high standard."
"Darling, all you have to do is touch my clit with your tongue and I'll cum! I got really turned on eating you. I even came a couple of times, so my clit is fully primed and ready to fire."
"God, you made me cum dozens of times!"
Ingrid said happily.
Ingrid got on her knees by Elsa and looked down at the provocative blonde's sumptuous body. She began to stroke the tips of her fingers up and down Elsa's body with a delicate, feathery touch. Her fingers glided along with a bare hint of pressure, moving up and down her sides, over her shoulders and arms, and down to her stomach. She hadn't touched another woman's body with sexual gratification as the object in weeks, and she wanted to feel every inch of the feminine flesh. Her hands moved slowly, circling and dancing over Elsa's naked body.
Elsa trembled and whimpered as Ingrid's fingertips caressed her lower belly, near the triangle of fluffy blonde curls. Ingrid turned to face Elsa's feet and concentrated on the blonde's thighs and stomach. Elsa spread her legs wide and sighed deeply as Ingrid let the tips of her fingers tickle across the blonde's swollen pink lips.
"Do you like to have your pussy stroked, darling?" Ingrid asked needlessly.
Ingrid moved one hand over Elsa's thighs, stroking it up and down the inside of her shapely limbs and letting it brush across the blonde's pussy. She put her other hand on one of the woman's fully rounded tits, cupping and squeezing it. She had no reason to hurry. They had all night to develop their love play. She leaned over, touched the tip of her tongue to a dusky nipple, eliciting a shuddering sigh of pleasure from Elsa as the nipple became thicker and more taut.
"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?" Ingrid muttered between licks.
"Very. I love the way you make love to me. I'm going to cum real hard for you."
"You'd better," Ingrid teased.
Ingrid took the erect nipple between her lips, sucked it firmly, released it and moved to the other big tit, continuing to brush the tips of her fingers over the lips of Elsa's pussy.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Ingrid teased, her voice muffled as she sucked Elsa's tits. "I'll do whatever you want, but you have to tell me."
"I want you to fuck me with your tongue," Elsa gasped breathlessly, writhing on the bed as the hand titillating her pussy and the lips nibbling her nipple sent surges of sensation zipping through her. "Suck my cunt ... lick my clit ... make me cum. with your tongue."
Ingrid released Elsa's tit and moved her lips down the blonde's body, across her velvety, taut tummy. A ripple of sensation passed through Elsa's body as her friend's moist, sensuous lips caressed and moved lower.
Ingrid cupped Elsa's pussy and massaged it as she nibbled and licked Elsa's stomach. The blonde groaned and undulated. Ingrid stretched out by Elsa, her feet near the woman's head, lifted her hand from Elsa's furry snatch and burrowed her face between the blonde's shapely gams. She didn't expect Elsa to return her caresses. Her pleasure came now from creating pleasure, from causing Elsa's beautiful body to explode in convulsive spasms of ecstasy.
Elsa spread her thighs wide and rolled half onto her side, opening herself for Ingrid's amorous kisses and caresses. Ingrid tickled her fingertips along the inside of Elsa's thighs as she lapped at her humid pussy with long strokes of her tongue. The exotic taste of Elsa's cunt filled her mouth with a satisfying, cozy feeling.
She pressed her head deeper between the firm, satiny pillars of tan flesh, stiffened her tongue and probed the sultry maw of succulent flesh. When file tip of her tongue penetrated Elsa's slick honey pot, the blonde shuddered. She wiggled her tongue around, then grasped Elsa's thighs, spread them wider and slid the tip of her tongue down to Elsa's asshole. Elsa cried out as her girlfriend's slithering tongue flicked across the tight brown orifice, spreading liquid fire in her crotch. Ingrid moved her tongue to the entrance of Elsa's cunt, pushing it deep into the hot cavern. She moved her head back and forth, fucking her stiff lapper in land out of the tight hole.
Ingrid opened her mouth wide and covered Elsa's long crack. Her tongue prowled between pie puffy cunt lips from clit to hole and back again. Elsa stroked Ingrid's thighs as the redhead's cunning tongue and plush lips played an erotic tune on her pussy. Elsa felt an intense stab of sensation as Ingrid began to tongue her clit. She hissed and whimpered, tossing her head from side to side, gripping Ingrid's thighs tightly. Ingrid's head moved steadily up and down and slurpy sounds issued from Elsa's crotch as she energetically licked the blonde's pussy.
Ingrid wrapped her arms around Elsa's thighs and put her tongue back on her clitoris. She stroked it with a slow, sensuous motion. Elsa's body began trembling. She hung onto Ingrid's thighs as the blonde's passions began to soar. She began to oscillate her tongue faster, using a light pressure to stimulate her clit. Elsa's tremors , became more expressive.
Elsa exploded in orgasm, a quavering wail and ' a babble of words pouring from her mouth.
Ingrid continued to tongue her stellar clit until Elsa stopped writhing so violently. Then she stiffened her tongue and plunged it into Elsa'; curt again. She stuck one finger in the blonde's asshole and began rapidly tongue-fucking her syrupy twat. bringing on a renewed round of frantic bucking and heaving. And another intense orgasm.
Elsa felt as if the bed was spinning in tight J rapid circles as Ingrid first tongue-fucked her cunt and then lapped at her clitoris, instigating additional bursts of orgasmic energy. The spasm raced through Elsa, wracking her body as each new convulsion started before the previous one ran its course. Ingrid's bustling tongue continued to prowl, stroking Elsa's clit and fucking her slick hole. A glowing bliss of ecstasy spread through Elsa, building to a fiery torment, then an excruciating torment of heavenly, impassioned sensations.
"Too ... much ... too ... much!" Elsa panted. "You're ... driving ... me ... crazy!"
Abruptly, Elsa's body went totally limp. Ingrid released her and lifted her head. Elsa shuddered hard, gasping for breath.
"I enjoyed that," Ingrid said, licking her lips.
"You enjoyed it!" Elsa gasped. "I suppose you think you had all the fun. Thank you so much."
"You're very welcome. And thank you for what you did to me. And for letting me return the favor. And for...."
They started giggling, hugging each other tightly.
"You know what?" Elsa said. "Now I want to-please you again. This could go on all night."
"No, it couldn't," Ingrid replied quickly. "You'd kill me."
"Do you remember the first time you ate my .pussy?"
"The first time you seduced me," Ingrid corrected. "Of course. Just as I remember the first time I sucked a cock and the first time I let a guy dick me. You don't ever forget such important milestones."
"Did you like eating my pussy that first time?"
"Loved it. It was the most natural feeling in the world once I got started. I was afraid I wouldn't like the taste, or something, but I worried needlessly."
"I wish I could find a man who eats pussy as well as you do," Elsa said. "I wouldn't even care if he didn't fuck me very well. Wonder if we can find a man who has potential and you can give him lessons?"
"We don't have to look very far," Ingrid replied.; "Monty will be here In a few days. He is a master clit licker and a dream fuck. You'll fall in love; with his tongue and cock."
"Did you.?"
"Maybe I did," Ingrid mused. "And him, too. For a nerd, he isn't half bad."
"When he gets here, let's lock him up so we can have him available all the time." Elsa sighed deeply. "It's good to know there are some men likes that around."
"If I have anything to do with it, he'll be with' me every time I come here," Ingrid said. "And expect to have a lot to do with it! I'll share him with you, of course."
"Oh, I'd be eternally grateful," Elsa replied "I'll do the same if I ever find one like him."
"Let's make a pact. We'll each include the other when we find a really good one."
"Done!" Elsa shook Ingrid's hand to seal the bargain. "Now, what would you say if I told you I want to fuck you? You know, with a strap-on dildo, just like a man."
"I'd say you're wasting time talking about it!" Ingrid said.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Elsa went over to the dresser and got her dildo. She strapped on the harness, lubricated the rubber prick and snapped it into the harness. The tan color of the harness blended into her tan skin. The flesh colored fake cock looked life-like, with a big head and veins along the shaft.
"Didn't you have a smaller one before?" Ingrid asked.
"I still have the other one," Elsa replied. "This one is brand-new. I got it just for our times together. I wanted one that would stretch us to the fullest."
"Hmmm, it looks about right to do that," Ingrid: mused. "About the same size as Monty's magnificent cock, and he really stretched my little pussy! I thought I had died and gone to heaven when he' stuck it in me."
"You keep talking about him. You aren't just teasing me, are you?"
"No way, baby!" Ingrid assured her. "I promised to share him with you, and I keep my promises.' She watched her girlfriend walk toward the bed.
The rubber cock bounced just like a real one. "You look raunchy with a cock. Very sexy, very provocative. I have to look hard to tell it isn't a real one."
Elsa crawled onto the bed and got between Ingrid's legs. "I feel raunchy with a cock," she giggled. "I like to fuck another woman."
Ingrid said, "Well, we have all night and no one will disturb us, so you can fuck me all you want." She sucked in her breath sharply as the oversized head of the artificial cock began to penetrate her oily sex hole. "Mmmmmm, nothing in the world compares to the feel-of a big cock stuffing my cunt."
Elsa gently lucked the rubber dick into Ingrid's slick channel, burying every inch in her girlfriend's body. "Like it?" she murmured.
"Love it," Ingrid whispered. She put her heels behind Elsa's knees and began to undulate her hips. "Fuck me good, baby."
"I'm going to," Elsa promised. She withdrew the dildo until just the head was inside the mouth of Ingrid's cunt, then begin to fuck the redhead slowly.
Ingrid immediately began to pant again as the rubber dick stoked the fires of her passion. "God,, talk about a jack rabbit!" she moaned. "I'm going to cum, baby! It's already building. Oh, fuck, it feels good! Fuck me, baby! Get me off! Oh, I love to cum, baby!"
"You'll cum a dozen times before I'm through with you," Elsa grunted. She picked up speed, thrusting her cock into her girlfriend's cunt, feeling like a man, acting like a man. She braced herself on stiff arms, let her nipples graze Ingrid's belly as she leaned down and began to suck the redhead's bloated nipples.
Walt looked around the dance floor and sighed with frustration. Most of the women had selected a man and disappeared. The few left on the dance floor were climbing all over their partners, acting as if they wanted to jump their bones right then and there.
The small band would continue playing until 2 A.M. Some of the guests paired off early, rushed away to do their thing, then returned later to select different partners for another round of fun and games.
Walt didn't know he might get a second chance. He shook his head and meandered over to the bar.
"You again?" Nick said.
"Yeah," Walt said dejectedly. "Me again." He slid his glass across the bar.
Nick cocked one eyebrow. "You've had enough for tonight," he said. "I've got a pot of fresh coffee."
"Know what you get when you feed a drunk coffee?" Walt asked. "A wide-awake drunk." He sighed again. "But maybe you're right. I'll take the coffee."
. Nick set a cup of coffee in front of him. "Wise choice. Management gets all over my ass if I serve drunks. Something about insurance and getting sued if a guest gets drunk and falls in the ocean."
"Management," Walt mused. "That blonde goddess? God, I'd love to bang her." He snorted. "Fat chance, huh?"
"Oh, you never can tell. Stranger things have happened."
Walt said, "Yeah, and the cow jumps over that big shiny moon every night. Look, there she goes now." He took a sip of coffee and made a face. "I might as well call it a night. Hell, I might even fuck my wife." He had no idea why he made such an uncouth comment about Rosie to a perfect stranger. He was just drunk enough not to care. "Now that's a novel idea."
"Actually, she isn't half-bid. Big tits that barely sag, tight pussy, great legs, foxy ass. Pretty face, too. Would you believe she even shaved her pussy just before we came down here? She thinks I didn't notice. Wonder why she did it?"
Nick shrugged. "Who knows why a woman does anything? Maybe she wanted you to notice and say something. Even if you disapproved. Hell, if she's as nice as you say, maybe I can help you out."
"Yeah, you wouldn't even have to watch out for her sharp tongue."
"Mouthy, huh? Well, you can solve that by keeping her mouth full. Know what I mean?"
"She used to-be a real artist," Walt mused.
"Guess that's like riding a bicycle, huh? Might take a few minutes to get back in the groove, but once you learn, you never forget how. You'd like her. And she'd like you. Big stud like you. She'd probably give you a hell of a ride."
"Go home, Mister," Nick said. "Give your wife a good fuck. Maybe then she'll sing a different tune for you.
"Yeah, maybe."
"Never know until you try," Nick said. "Sounds like you two have a lot to work out. The longest journey begins with one step. Or some such shit." Walt slammed his hand on the bar with a loud slap. "You're right. Fucking her couldn't hurt. Hell, I might even enjoy it. That's just what I'll do." He slid off the stool and took a hesitant step.
"You okay?" Nick asked. "Want me to walk you home?"
"You're not my type," Walt quipped, grinning. "I know this place like the back of my own hand."
"Did you get here just this afternoon?"
"I've got a photographic memory."
"Don't fall in the ocean. Remember what I said about the insurance. Don't want Elsa biting my ass again."
"She can bite my ass any time! I'll be careful. And thanks for the advice."
"It's on the house."
Walt walked away with a surprisingly steady step: Naturally, he got lost the moment he left the lighted area. Even the lights along the walkway didn't help. The problem was, every cottage looked the same. Worse yet, they didn't have numbers. Any fool knew rooms or cottages or whatever had to have numbers! How was he supposed to find the right one in the dark? Tomorrow, he would find that blonde goddess and give her a piece of his mind.
He stopped, turned around in a full circle, cursing under his breath. His cottage had to be close by. Hell, the place wasn't that big. Then he saw a lighted cottage and told himself it had to be his. Rosie was waiting up for him. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. He'd take the bartender's advice and throw a good fuck into her. That would straighten out everything.
He went to the door and barged in, all set to give his wife the good news. "Holy shit," he exclaimed.
Elsa stopped fucking Ingrid and looked over her shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" she growled.
"Looking for my cottage. For Rosie," he stammered, staring at the two women in bewilderment. "My wife." He couldn't take his eyes off the two dream women he would give most anything to fuck. No wonder he couldn't make time with them. They were a couple of lesbians! "Rosie is my wife," he muttered stupidly.
Ingrid grabbed Elsa's hips and worked them up and down. She was right on the verge of cumming and had no intention of letting a drunk stranger deprive her of the pleasure. "No Rosie here," she grunted as Elsa began to fuck her again. "Either go away or sit down and shut Up. I'm about to cum. If you fuck it up, I'll be real pissed."
Walt backed into a chair and sat down heavily without taking his eyes off the fucking women. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.
If he couldn't fuck them, at least he could watch them fuck. Just for the hell of it, he unzipped his pants, took out his cock and began to stroke it, , figuring he might as well get something out it!
Rosie wandered up from the beach, taking her time, enjoying the balmy tropical night and the afterglow of her magnificent fuck with John and Bill.
She noted the figure standing on the path, took a second look and recognized her husband. Walt went straight to the door of the cottage where the blonde Valkyrie and the red-headed Venus lived, and went in without knocking.
She wasn't jealous. Not after fucking John and Bill. Just disbelieving. How in the world had he scored with two sexy young beauties? She had to see this for herself! She headed for the cottage,. then stopped to reconsider. Why should she intrude? He had left her alone so she could enjoy her tryst on the beach with two young studs.
She turned and went toward her cottage. Halfway there, she changed her mind again and headed back toward the Valkyrie's cottage. She would hide in the bushes and just peek in the window.. No harm in that. No one would ever know.
If Walt wanted to do it with two women, why didn't he ask her? She was willing to try it. Once, anyway. Besides, it would give her the perfect opportunity to suggest that he and another man fuck her.
Maybe doing something out of the ordinary together would rejuvenate their marriage. She did love the big lug, in spite of the way she constantly bit his ass. She had to stop being such a bitch.
No man could feel amorous with a woman who nagged him incessantly. Maybe she was part of the problem. God knows, the man worked hard to give her all the. material things a woman could ever want. Maybe it was past time she told him she wanted more physical closeness, more affection, not more money.
. She looked around to be sure she was alone, sidled up to the corner of the cottage and ducked behind a bush. She knelt in front of the window and peeked in. Or tried to. The blind was all the way to the bottom and closed. She stood and tried peeking along the side of the blind. With the same result. She cursed under her breath. If she wanted to see, she would have to go inside. She hesitated, afraid Walt would pitch a real fit and throw her out. Not just out of the cottage, but all the way out of his life.
The walls muffled the screech from inside the cottage, but Rosie heard it. God, if Walt had got drunk and decided to get rough with those women, they would never live down the shame! She rushed to the door, threw it open and vaulted inside. And stopped dead in her tracks.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Elsa leaped off the bed, leaving Ingrid writhing on the bed in the throes of orgasm. "God damn it, enough is enough!" she shouted. "We never needed locks on the doors until you two came along. What the fuck are you doing here? Just who the hell are you, anyway?"
"My gawd, you've got a cock!" Rosie stammered, stupefied by the sight of a gorgeous, voluptuous woman with a very conspicuous male appendage.
Ingrid regained her composure and sat up. "Well, you've succeeded in screwing up a fine orgasm, and you're obviously not going away, so you might as well tell us who you are and what you're doing in our cottage."
Rosie pointed at Elsa. "She's got a cock!"
"So what?" Ingrid said. "I imagine you've seen your share of cocks. Now, tell us who you are and why you've invaded our privacy, or. I'll call security."
Rosie swallowed hard and continued to stare at Elsa and her cock. "My name is Rosemary Blankenship. The man sitting over there with his cock in his hand is my husband, Walter."
Walt continued to hold his cock as he shifted his gaze between his wife and Elsa with a stupid expression on his face. He felt absolutely foolish sitting there with his cock in his hand, but would have felt more idiotic by trying to put it away and calling attention to himself.
Elsa looked startled. "Blankenship? Walter Blankenship? The banker?"
"Didn't you know who he was when you invited him here?" Rosie asked, looking puzzled.
"Hell, we didn't invite him!" Elsa replied. "He stumbled in looking for you." She looked at Walt. "You're the banker who foreclosed the loan on the resort?"
Walt released his cock, hoping it would simply disappear back into his pants. Unfortunately, he had succeeded in bringing it to a full erection and it wasn't going anywhere without a lot of help. He put his hands on the arms of the rattan chair and tried to ignore the damn thing.
"Yes," he said.
"I've been trying to get in touch with you," Elsa said. "I want to make an offer on the place. You are trying to sell it, aren't you? Your office said you were on vacation and no one else could help me. Why didn't you tell someone how to reach you?"
"Sell the damn place to her," Rosie said, trying to look at her husband's erect cock, Ingrid's nude body and Elsa's cock, all at the same time. "You want to get rid of it, don't you? Give her a good', deal and make everyone happy."
"Rosie, what are you doing here?" Walt asked.
"I saw you come in here. I couldn't believe you were going to do it with them. I mean, they're so sexy and beautiful and all. I tried to peek in the window, but the blind was closed. Then I heard someone scream and, naturally, I thought you were abusing them."
Ingrid laughed. "It was me cumming, honey. Elsa gave me a real good fuck. Did you just want to watch him fuck us, or did you want to join us?" Walt snorted. "Join us? Don't be ridiculous. Not my Rosie."
Rosie nailed her husband to the chair with a piercing stare. "And why not your Rosie?" she asked sarcastically. "If you wanted to do it with two women, all you had to do was tell me. I was willing to try it."
"Jesus, Rosie, I had no idea," Walt said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You never said anything."
"When would I? We haven't spent enough time together in years for me to even tell you I love you. I never told you I wanted to do it with you and another man, either, but that doesn't mean I don't."
"Well," Ingrid said softly, "sounds as if the truth is coming out. Is it safe to assume you two have been having marital problems?"
"You might say so," Rosie replied. "I want him to retire so we can be together all the time. We have enough money." She looked at Walt. "Sell this place to this lady, sell your stock in the bank, or whatever you have to do, and let's travel. I want to enjoy life, Walt. I'm not getting any younger, and neither are you."
"Let's talk about selling this place to Ingrid and me," Elsa said, trying to get the conversation back to business. "I don't mean to throw cold water on the true confessions, but I do want to get things moving."
"Serious business can wait a while," Ingrid said. "Walt will give us a good deal on this place. Let's talk about fun business some more. Rosie, now is the perfect time to explore your fantasies about threesomes. Why don't you .undress, dear? Quickies are okay with your clothes on, but you have to be naked for real fucking."
Elsa immediately caught on to Ingrid's strategy. Walt could hardly refuse to give them a good deal on the resort with three women ganged up on him. Physically and mentally. Besides, seducing Rosie would be a pleasant diversion. She looked at Ingrid and grinned. She grabbed Walt's hands, pulled him to his feet, and began removing his clothes.
"Jesus," Walt muttered. "I can't believe this is happening."
Ingrid got off the bed and went to Rosie. She pulled the woman's top off and threw it aside. "There, now we can look at your naked body," she said. "You've been staring at ours so hungrily ever since you came in the door."
"I can't believe she has a cock," Rosie muttered, still staring at Elsa as she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She looked into Ingrid's eyes. "Was she really fucking you before I barged in?"
"Yes. You screwed up what promised to be a very good orgasm. Her cock isn't real, honey. She's got a lovely, tasty pussy under there." She put one of Rosie's hands on Walt's cock and one Elsa's fake prick. "Compare her cock to Walt's. See how different hers feels? It's only a dildo. You know what a dildo is, don't you?"
"Well, I didn't believe she had a real cock, but it looks so real. I've never seen a dildo. I've read about them, so I know what they are, but ... ". She slid her hands up and down the two cocks and shivered when she felt Walt's pulsate.
Ingrid said softly, "I don't know what your problems are, but I do know it's about time your husband fucked you." She kissed Rosie lightly on the lips. "Don't you agree?"
"Didn't he come here to fuck you?" Rosie asked.
"No. He barged in just like you did. Elsa was fucking me so well I couldn't think straight, but from what I could gather, he thought this was his cottage. I think he was looking for you so he could fuck you." Ingrid put her arm around Rosie. "Come on over to the bed and let's see what we can do about setting things straight."
Rosie gave her husband's cock a firm squeeze before she released it. "One thing is already straight!" she quipped.
"It sure is," Elsa agreed. "All because of you."
She knew better, knew Walt's cock was hard long before Rosie arrived, but a little white lie didn't hurt at such a critical time. Whatever she and Ingrid could do to make Rosie and Walt happy would only improve their chances of getting a better deal out of him. Also, she wanted to watch them fuck, and maybe join in for a little fun of her own.
She wondered if Rosie had ever made it with another woman. If not, she was going to before much longer. She knew Ingrid had the same idea. Maybe, in the process, at least one of them would take a ride on Walt's cock. His cock didn't compare in size to her dildo-few real cocks did-but his was nothing to sneeze at. Used properly, it would give them pleasure. She and Ingrid could bring out the best in any man, so to speak.
Ingrid put Rosie on the bed and lay down by her. She kissed Rosie again and began to run her hand lightly over the brunette's belly. To her surprise, Rosie not only returned the kiss, she let her lips part slightly. She took advantage of the opportunity and slipped her tongue gently into Rosie's mouth.
When Ingrid's hand skimmed lightly over her tits, Rosie shivered and began to suck on the redhead's tongue. No woman had ever touched her intimately. The warmth she felt from her delightful fuck with John and Bill had not fully faded when she decided to spy on Walt and the women. When she burst in the door and saw her husband sitting there with his cock in his hand watching the two women fuck, a stronger flush of desire surged through her. Now, Ingrid's delicate, amorous fondling added fuel to the fire in her veins. The idea of fucking her husband while Ingrid and Elsa watched kicked her passion into high gear.
Elsa unfastened the dildo harness and tossed the apparatus on the bed. She went to her knees in front of Walt and began to fondle and lick his cock, keeping his excitement at a high peak, just in case the unfolding events shocked him into impotence.
Ingrid lifted her head and gazed at Rosie's crotch. "Your pussy looks so alluring without any hair on it," she whispered. "Open your legs and let me look at it."
Walt stared at his wife, mesmerized as Rosie slowly spread her legs. Watching Ingrid kiss and caress his wife was stimulating enough. When Ingrid bent down and kissed his wife's bare cunt mound, his cock vibrated. So hard, Elsa thought, he was going to cum and stopped licking his shaft. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth as Ingrid ran her tongue through Rosie's slit.
The salacious spectacle of another woman licking his wife's pussy thrilled Walt beyond words. He suspected what the women had in mind. He had long wondered if he could coax his wife into licking clit. Unless his hunch was right out of left field, these two beguiling sex goddesses would provide him the answer in a few minutes.
"Jesus," he whispered.
Rosie's response was more impassioned. She blurted, "Oh!" and instinctively hunched her cunt at Ingrid's mouth.
"Jesus," he repeated. "Would you look at that!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Elsa took her mouth from his cock and turned to watch Ingrid tickle Rosie's hairless gash with the tip of her tongue. "Are you going to suck her off?" she asked her girlfriend.
Ingrid lifted her head and smiled. "Later. I just wanted to be sure her pussy was wet enough. Bring that nice cock over here and let's put it in her."
Elsa held his prick like a convenient handle and led Walt to the bed. If Ingrid wasn't going to lick Rosie's, clit, she would. While Walt fucked her. They would get the susceptible woman so turned on she wouldn't know what she was doing and coax her into licking clit right then and there.
"Rosie, lie on your side," Elsa said. "Walt, get behind her. Ingrid and I will put your cock in her."
"You want to see all the nitty-gritty details, huh?"
"Something like that," Elsa replied.
Rosie rolled onto her side and twisted her head around as Walt got behind her. "I love you," she whispered.
He said, "I love you, too, sweetheart," and kissed her tenderly. "I really do, no matter what you think."
"I know," Rosie murmured, her voice tremulous with erotic agitation. "Isn't this exciting? A beautiful woman actually licked my pussy, Walt! And now they're going to watch you fuck me! Oh, Walt, I'm so fucking hot I can hardly stand it!"
Elsa knelt in front of Rosie, lifted the woman's leg and put it over Walt's hips. She leered avariciously at Rosie's bald cunt mound as Ingrid slid up behind Walt and pressed her hefty, firm tits into his back. Ingrid reached into Rosie's crotch and spread the lips of her pussy as Elsa guided the head of his cock to his wife's steamy crack.
With her other hand, Ingrid pushed on Walt's ass. "Fuck her, Walt," she hissed feverishly. "Fuck you wife and make her feel good. She's so hot and needs your cock so badly. She loves to fuck, Walt." She only assumed that Rosie loved to fuck, but it sounded good.
"Oh, yes, baby," Rosie moaned. "Put it all in me. Give me all of your cock!"
Walt levered his hips forward and gave his randy wife about half of his prick. Ingrid gave his ass another shove and he gave Rosie the rest of his pulsating shaft.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," Rosie muttered. "Your cock feels so fucking good, baby!" Her emotions shifted into fifth gear and began to race at top speed. Fresh from fucking two spirited, well-hung young bucks on the beach, she couldn't believe she now had another cock in her while two lovely, passionate women watched and helped Walt fuck her. "Oh, God, Walt, I do love to fuck! I'm a wanton little bitch, darling, and I'll do anything you want if you keep me well fucked! Name it, and it's yours. Just fuck me, darling, fuck me good!"
Walt had never heard his wife use such raunchy language. The combination of fucking his wife in front of two horny beauties, Ingrid's hot tits in his back and Elsa's soft hand on his cock acted like a sharp spur in a horse's side. When Ingrid moved her hand from Rosie's pussy, stuck it between his legs and began to fondle his balls, he thought he had reached the ultimate in stimulation.
When Elsa stretched out in front of his wife and began to lick Rosie's clit and the shaft of his cock, he learned he could reach greater heights. He still had one step to take.
Elsa hunched her cunt toward Rosie's mouth and Ingrid reached over and pushed his Wife's head forward. Without hesitation, Rosie began to lick Elsa's hairy slit. Ingrid lifted Elsa's leg so Walt could see his lascivious wife's tongue loving another woman's cunt.
Walt's eyes bounced up and down as he watched Elsa lick his wife's clit and watched Rosie lick the blonde's clit. He took the final step into debauchery. He began to fuck his wife so vigorously her body rocked and shook tumultuously.
Elsa's tongue ravaging Rosie's bloated clit and Walt's cock plundering her twitching love hole triggered a stupendous orgasm. She writhed and bucked, caught between the mind-boggling sensation of Walt's cock and Elsa's tongue. She moaned into the blonde's cunt, wrapped her arms around Elsa's legs and began to lick her clit furiously. She thought the sex storm raging in her own cunt would sweep her away.
Ingrid stuck her finger in Walt's asshole and his prick erupted like a volcano. His jism hit the bottom of Rosie's cunt with tremendous force. He roared in triumph and began to short-stroke his wife's cunt with all of his strength as his prick continued to launch gobs of potent seed into his wife's spastic sheath.
Ingrid .pulled him back and slithered over the top of him. In a flurry of motion and tangle of feminine limbs, the women got themselves sorted out, with Ingrid on top of Rosie in a 69 and Elsa on top of Walt in an identical position.
For a moment, he watched Ingrid and his wife eat each other out, then pulled Elsa's scrumptious cunt to his mouth and began to suck eagerly. Elsa scooped his cock up with her tongue, swallowed the whole damn thing, and began to suck it clean.
He didn't know if it was the sight of his wife locked up in a 69 with another woman, his own tongue in Elsa's savory snatch, her mouth on his cock, or a combination of all the lascivious action, but he felt new life in his cock. Incredibly, the shaft began to fill and stiffen. He had no idea such a thing could happen, having thought he had reached the age when once a night was his limit.
He started to push Elsa away so he could turn around and put his new-found potency to good use. She began to twist and writhe on his mouth as her sex gun fired, so he continued to lick her clit. He heard Ingrid and Rosie grunting and moaning in orgasm at the same time. When Elsa stopped trying to smother him with her delicious fur pie, he lifted her from his mouth.
"Turn around and get on my cock," he said.
"Goddam right!" Elsa whooped. "Watch this cowgirl ride the bucking bronco!" She whirled around and straddled his loins.
"Let me put his cock in you!" Rosie said.
Elsa squatted over Walt's cock and waited for Rosie to come over and hold his cock. Rosie peered into Elsa's crotch as the blonde slowly sank down.
"God, how sexy!" Rosie whispered excitedly as her husband's prick slowly disappeared into Elsa's cunt.
"Damn, Rosie, I hardly know you," Walt said. "I had no idea you were so horny."
"I told you, darling, I'm a horny little bitch," Rosie giggled. "You just never took the time to find out. See what you've been missing?"
"Well, I sure as hell won't miss it any more!" Walt promised. "I've been the biggest damn fool alive. I'll approve the sale, and a loan, no matter what the board says. Hell, it'll be my last act anyway. If they don't like it, they can stick it up their collective ass. Now, enough business talk. Let's get on with the fun."
Ingrid patted Rosie on the ass. "Sit on his face, honey, and let him suck your cunt while Elsa fucks him."
"What about you?" Rosie asked. "Is there some way you can get in on the fun?"
Ingrid said, "I'll watch you two right now. I like to watch. Maybe you'd like to fuck me or Elsa with her dildo while he recovers, then you can watch him fuck me."
"I'd love to! Can we do each other at the same time? We three women, I mean."
Ingrid laughed. "You have to be more specific, honey. 'Do each other' can have a lot of different meanings."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I want us to eat each other s pussies at the same time. You know, one of those ring-around-the-rosy things, or whatever it's called."
"It's called a daisy chain, honey," Ingrid said. "We can do whatever you like, for as long as you like. As soon as Elsa and I close the deal on this place, we're going to rename it The Isle of Nirvana and turn it into a sexual paradise.
Clothing optional. Sex, sun, sex, surf, sex, good food, sex, the best booze and all the pussy and cock you can handle."
"Walt and I are coming back as soon as you open!" Rosie got over Walt's head with her back to Elsa and started to sit down.
Elsa said, "Turn around, honey, so we can hug and kiss and rub our tits together."
"Oh, that sounds exciting!" Rosie squealed. Rosie turned around, wrapped her arms around Elsa and gave her a passionate kiss as she lowered her sloppy cunt to Walt's mouth. Elsa pulled her up tight and mashed their tits together.
"God, I just might stay right here and help you greet your new guests," Rosie said. "What do you think, Walt?"
"He can't answer you, honey," Elsa laughed. "He has a mouth full of pussy."
Rosie grinned. "Oh, yeah. Well, he'll agree. If he doesn't, we'll fuck him until he does!"
Ingrid knelt by them and began to caress them and reach under Elsa's ass to play with Walt's balls. Talk about sealing a bargain with a kiss!
Tomorrow, Monty would arrive. After they drew up the necessary papers, she was going to play hostess at the biggest and best orgy the resort had ever seen. She knew all the staff would attend. And she thought she could entice a lot of the guests into her web of sexual escapades. Rosie would look great riding Nick's big black cock.
There was more than one way to close a deal. She wondered if Walt would be strong enough to sign the papers when they finished with him.
