Alex's face lifted to the young woman's nest of blonde pussy riglets. His tongue struck to split those sodden folds, and the blonde gasped.
Charmaine watched for a moment, then turned her attention to the redhead sucking Alex's dick. It was apparent the redhead was priming his hard-on for some serious fucking. The way her fingers were twisting in her box indicated a deep need. Charmaine put her hands on the brunette kneeling at her feet and mashed her dripping cunt to the hungry lez's mouth. Watching her young, handsome lover and the two naked wenches draped on his studly body sent the older woman's temperature soaring. She was hotter than the sun blazing down on their tropical paradise.
"Eat me, dear," Charmaine husked. An orgasm was already beginning.
CHAPTER ONE
Charmaine Tyler drove into the pool after reaching her capacity temperature. Sweltering beneath the Caribbean sun left her thirsting for refreshment. The splash of cold, sparkling water provided invigoration. She swam from one end to the other, expertly cutting across the surface. For a woman of fifty-three, she kept herself in peak condition. She thrived upon physical activity of all varieties. Her bedroom exploits largely contributed to her superb tone. Charmaine enjoyed an active sex life.
Charmaine laughed at women who arrived at her milestone and assumed their days of erotic adventure were through. Strangely, Charmaine had once shared their belief-until passing that mark. The mystique of the older woman held fast. Men of all generations gazed at her, curious as to her inner thoughts, her secret desires. Many theorized an older woman's talents were unparalleled in the sexual arena. Though Charmaine could not entirely speak for her contemporaries, she based her opinion on personal experience: those of her peer group possessed greater insight into the physical demands of a man more than their youthful counterparts. The men she satisfied tended to agree with her philosophy.
While in the pool, Charmaine captivated members of each gentler. The women marveled at her spectacular preservation and prayed they could equally defy the laws of gravity. Charmaine's mouth-watering bust, captured in the skimpy cups of a bikini, retained their resiliency. The men salivated over her luscious curves, her feline movements and her sensual vivacity. Charmaine's adherence to a proper diet and regular exercise reaped her positive attention.
Since deplaning, she made a daily ritual of frequenting the pool. Each visit bolstered her ego.
The showstopper was Charmaine's climbing the ladder. As she emerged, water poured from her cleavage, down her billowy breasts and over her low-cut bottoms. Those glimpsing that area were convinced she routinely shaved. A sparkling cascade streamed from her voluptuous figure. She flipped her blonde mane over her shoulder, shook herself free of remnant drops, then strutted purposely to her cabin.
Needless to say, a phalanx of droolers was on her tail, vying for her eye.
Charmaine beamed. The decision to spend some much-needed time at the Isle of Hedonia was sound. The stress levels at her job were intolerable. Determining a convenient window of time in a stockbroker's hectic schedule-particularly when the market swings were brutal-resulted in frustration. There never seemed a suitable break from her responsibilities to enjoy a well-deserved rest.
Alex, her twenty-two-year-old lover, put his foot down. "You're wearing yourself out, Charmaine. I'm calling the airline now and making travel arrangements-with or without your permission."
Charmaine didn't stop him. She hadn't expected an excursion to one of the world's most amorous retreats. The Isle of Hedonia boasted one of the largest swinging populations per square inch. Located in the carnal climate of the Bahamas, the island's stunning backdrop of the emerald ocean and blue skies promised a unique, if not lust-provoking, respite. Hedonists congregated for inhibited revelry. Few rules governed the island. People were expected to carry their fantasies to fruition.
Entree, however, was limited to those with the financial resources. One week's lodging cost a princely sum.
Charmaine speculated whether Alex's intentions were transparent. Would he be on the lookout for those big-breasted, thong-wearing females? Although Alex pl-edged his eternal love, Charmaine couldn't help wondering if the age discrepancy had worn thin. More than three decades separated them. Despite her penchant for maintaining a sexy image, a younger, firmer body could conceivably strike his fancy. She had urged him countless times to date other women, if only to alleviate her guilt. Charmaine had a roving eye. She loved "shopping" the streets, malls and parks for potential sex mates.
Alex admitted sampling the local talent, but invariably returned more grateful than ever. "You're all the woman I want," he declared. "The girls my age seem stupid and conceited. I don't relish their company. On a sexual score, many are below standard. I don't obtain the same satisfaction when we're together."
Alex's loyalty pleased and troubled Charmaine. She longed for other partners-men that stemmed from spontaneous encounters. His ubiquitous presence hindered her from accomplishing that goal. Perhaps by exercising his vote for a lascivious resort, Alex was open to experimentation. There was no shortage of single, willing babes combing the beaches.
Charmaine stepped into the cabin and basked in its air-conditioned comfort. Ohhhhhhhh. When last consulting the thermometer, the mercury registered at ninety-six degrees. The ocean granted little relief; the broiling sun converted it to bath water. The cool ventilation brought her nipples to a swell.
"Alex?" she called out in the direction of the bedroom. The light muted by the drawn blinds failed to reveal his slumbering figure. The bathroom was likewise unoccupied. Walking to the rear exit and pulling back the drape, she discovered his bronzed body absorbing the blazing rays on a lounge chair. The rear of each cabin featured sheltering foliage that provided maximum privacy. Unless a neighbor scaled a ladder and peered over the protective hedges, someone could secretly conduct an orgy or something equally ribald unchecked.
Mmmmmmmmm. Her Adonis habitually accelerated her pulse whenever she stumbled upon his magnificent body. A strapping blond of rugged beauty, his skin was perpetually kissed by the sun. His long hair, pulled into a ponytail, resembled a lion's mane. Dark sunglasses provided asylum for his cornflower blue eyes. His chest, arms and legs were highly developed-ripe with muscle. Clad in a thong, Alex made little attempt to conceal his most notable attribute: a large cock. Judging from its erect state, he must have been in the midst of a wet dream.
Lust pierced Charmaine. She had been mildly aroused while surveying the various studs at the pool, but stumbling upon Alex put an edge on her appetite. His sensual magnetism was profound, Charmaine felt a twinge of guilt. A stud of Alex's virile breeding was meant to be shared.
Quietly, she slipped into their secluded area. Alex neglected to rise at her advancement. Obliviously, he dozed from the heat. His bicep-rippling arms rested at his side. Those long, sinew-rich thighs were spread apart. That ten-inch dick bulging from the confines of his briefs sparked a deliciously wicked idea.
Kneeling beside his chair, Charmaine tucked her long blonde hair behind her shoulders. She wanted nothing but her mouth touching him. Letting out her tongue, she reached for the bulbous cockhead protruding from the border of his suit. A light, saliva-based caress coasted over his velvet skin. An observable fluctuation in Alex's breathing resulted. She next applied a lingering slurp. Her curling tip orbited the thick, jutting rim. A tiny string of bubbles emanated from that recent brush.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Alex drowsily muttered. His chest gently expanded and contracted.
Charmaine licked him in small, resonant strokes. She became more adventuresome, proceeding down the heavy vein. Alex extended notably from the boundaries of his scant briefs. The suit was plainly designed to entice onlookers-not provide decent cover. Anyone with Alex's equine dimensions had no business wearing such a thing.
Her kittenish whips returned him to consciousness. Those tight abdominals flexed at her flickering tongue. Her veering tip hooked the hefty ridge of his domed head before her hot, sucking lips took purchase. Mmmmmmm. She drew powerfully on his rigid cock.
"Christ," Alex groaned, shifting in his seat.
Charmaine watched his hair-dusted thighs move, then swing open to enable her wider access. At his abandoned croon, she peeled back his nylon sheath. His cock sprang upright, anxious for more oral inspiration.
Opening her mouth, she took him in silk degrees. His lips curved in satisfaction. Her tongue lavished him with wriggling love. His salty heat enveloped her. Mmmmmmmmmm. She wove up and down his length, absorbing that tasty cock. Each descent ended with a fluttering sweep.
Alex's features were a study of ecstasy. The corners of his mouth trembled as she increased her intake. After managing to fully consume him, he flashed white teeth and a glimpse of tongue. He gasped for air.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, overtaken by her fierce suck. "Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
He elevated his hips to vary her mouthfuls. Charmaine perceived his silent wish and fulfilled it. His cock was sealed in a layer of foamy spit. He quivered beneath the crackling bubbles; after all of them popped, he was left with a glistening sheen.
"Mmmmm," she huskily murmured, tracing the veins on his upstanding shaft. His excitement projected them to strained emphasis.
Alex expertly unfastened the strings of Charmaine's bikini top. Her tits leaped from constraint. He grazed the solid nipples that dented the cups. Charmaine whimpered at his pinch. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She loved that toe-curling tweak.
His fascination increased while groping those mammoth breasts. Charmaine was a well-endowed woman. Alex loved scooping those bouncing globes together, grouping those thick stubs, then sucking them.
Charmaine released his spittle-coated member from captivity to attend his balls. Pulling down his thong with a single finger, she bared that section. Alex was hurtled into paradise by a few sloppy kisses on his taut sac. Charmaine lovingly provided him the means of transportation. Her tingling application besmeared that delicate patch.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, writhing from her ticklish persistence. "Lick those balls. Use your tongue to make them wet."
Alex's cock stood at a pulsating height. Charmaine's frothy distribution provoked a wild beat. He was painfully hard, aching to cum.
When Charmaine detached herself from those soaked balls, Alex shifted restlessly. The purplish hue of his knob informed her of his agony.
Smiling, she raised her tits. The plump nipples were aimed for his visual delight. Those warm, clinging breasts surrounded his big dick. He gasped while getting tucked in her luscious cleavage.
"Yeah," he grunted.
Wrapping him tightly, Charmaine began her pleasuring stroke. She worked her hugging boobs up and down his length, drawing his choked gasps. His bloated crown emerged from her fleshy groove. Charmaine exacerbated his excitement with some intermittent licks. His cum slit emitted a thick pearl of jism after several tormenting lashes. Parched for his manly fluid, Charmaine daubed it.
"Jesus," Alex croaked. His head lobbed from the bombardment of stimulation. Electricity flowed through his veins.
The clasp of that soft flesh drove him wild.
He stared at those distended nipples and swallowed roughly. His joy spiraled.
Those lips encompass his mushroomed head while those tits milked him. If Charmaine sustained the momentum, she would be drinking his cum. He had no capacity to resist her thrilling pull.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "Squeeze my cock and fuck me. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Jerk me off with those big tits. Yeah. Faster. Faster."
Charmaine could tell he was about to shoot. His pulsations, compounded by a feverish expression, apprised her of his condition. Disconnecting her lips, she urged him to cum. "Do it. Jizz me. Squirt all over my tits. Yeah. Do it. Come on, baby. Splatter me."
Alex submitted to her plea. His lips rolled back to reveal clenched teeth. He sucked air, his chest swelling and condensing. "Arrgghhh."
Charmaine moaned as his jism splashed her nipples. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She alternated her position so that he spent himself evenly over her heated flesh. When not quite all of his load had been discharged, she took him in her fist and milked out the last gooey drops. Beads of creamy ejaculate were smeared over her rockhard nipples. She moaned as that hot, sticky substance glazed her flesh.
Mmmmmmmmmmm. She intended to enjoy her holiday to its utmost.
CHAPTER TWO
Charmaine leisurely sipped her Rum and Coke while surreptitiously glancing at the men who flocked the Bistro. The Isle of Hedonia had several centrally located cocktail lounges for its guests, but that remained her favorite. The ambiance reminded her of a tropical hunting ground for the sexes. Thronged by beautiful bodies, men and women alike converged for conquest. Eyes shifted about, seeking affirmation. Lips curved with approval. Body language was effectively used; aspirants stirred for the single purpose to seduce and enthrall.
A delectable redhead openly stared at Alex. Charmaine grasped her fascination. Her fair-haired lover had the body of a god and the face of an angel. If the female dwellers knew of his wanton disposition, he would be snapped up within seconds.
"I believe she wants you for a midnight snack," Charmaine jested.
Alex squinted through the smoky haze to ascertain the vixen in debate. A palatable woman of stunning attributes met his gaze. Making no secret of her desire, she traced the tip of her tongue along thick, sensual lips. Her thong left little to the imagination. Hard nipples projected from her top. The smooth region below her navel indicated a clean shave. Those trim, tanned thighs boldly separated.
Charmaine prompted him with a steamy caress. Her fingers swept the coarse texture of his thigh. "Why don't you pick her up?"
He shook his head. "I'm with you."
"I don't mind."
"I do."
She was flattered by his sense of fidelity. "We're here to have fun. An occasional fling is healthy. It'll strengthen what we have."
Focusing on her, he sipped his beer. "Remember, I had that when spending a few months in California. Although the pussy was plentiful, it failed to satisfy me. I missed your company ... and your bed."
Charmaine recalled his absence-along with memorable escapades of her own. When Alex announced his wish to help in launching a friend's band, she assumed his departure was permanent. Reluctant to dissuade him, she bid him what she believed a fond farewell. Within a week, she embarked on an unforgettable odyssey of sex and self-discovery. Alex's return was a dizzying shock. Charmaine savored her short-lived binge, yet was grateful for the stability Alex brought to the relationship.
Upon completing that thought, Charmaine intercepted a pair of provoking blue eyes aimed in her direction. They belonged to a handsome, older man with silver hair. She guessed his age in the late forties or early fifties. His colorful shirt was balanced by a perennial tan. Strong waves of lust emanated from him. Charmaine could scarcely ignore him, or the feeling he engendered. Involuntarily, her pussy tightened. That warm, jittery urge rattled her loins. She was hypnotically drawn to him.
Men did not ordinarily seize her in such a fashion. Charmaine prided herself on poise and restraint. Nature took its course in an orderly manner. The nice part about growing older was developing increased discipline.
Contrary to her normal behavior, Charmaine had to refrain from chasing him. The man had an abundance of charisma. Those magnetic blue eyes and roguish smile were potentially dangerous. Charmaine was partial to that combination.
He relaxed at his table, mentally digesting her. His large, manly hands were clasped. He beckoned her to sit with him, yet she resisted. She couldn't desert Alex in the heat of the moment; such a move would breach her moral code.
Charmaine's fixation was transparent to Alex. He had reconciled himself to the fact his mature lover enjoyed glimpsing men. Charmaine was a striking woman, defying the ravages of time. She illuminated almost any room. Blonde and buoyant, with a touch of sassiness, she effortlessly captivated her audience. Alex had been attracted to her from the start. That luscious body was the initial bait. After a night with Charmaine, he wanted no other. She ignited his passion. She took lovemaking to an unimagined level.
Alex wanted nothing more than to finish his beer, then drag Charmaine back to their cabin. The prospect of lying between those gorgeous legs, digging into her moist cunt and watching her feverishly respond gave him a hard-on.
The redhead was banished to obscurity. Alex harbored no designs for that man-eater. He had Charmaine, who understood his complex needs better than women half her age. Although the redhead looked hot and could potentially burn the sheets, he elected to take a pass.
Charmaine's absorption for the silver-haired stallion silently continued.
Debbie Anderson, the redhead, fumed at Alex's insouciance. The daughter of Frank Anderson, owner of Hedonia, she was unaccustomed to being snubbed. Men jumped at the chance to dazzle her. She was by no means an easy mark. Most obtained a chilly reception-unless her curiosity was roused.
Alex Smith definitely revved her engine.
Debbie had never seen a more appetizing beast. The island boasted an attractive male population, but few afforded her an adrenaline rush-or a wet pussy. Gazing at Alex, she could think of nothing else but mounting him. Ohhhhhhhhhh. The whim to ride that man seized her with unmitigated force. From the heft of his cock in that scant suit, she nourished a fantasy of the jaunt such a cock might provide.
Debbie threw one sleek leg over the other, arching her spine and thrusting her tits. The posture she assumed helped reel them in. Men, as a rule, were defenseless from her arsenal of tricks. Alex, she determined, would not be the exception.
Having a pair of double-D tits and boasting a twenty-nine-inch waist, Debbie was visually stacked. The benefit of long, sleek legs and a lovely face complemented the package. Her lustrous redhead was a bonus. Men fostered illusions that girls with her fiery tresses-and eye-popping measurements-had red-hot libidos. In Debbie's case, they weren't far from wrong. She loved sex, but was highly selective. For a while, she presumed that her liking stemmed from the tease, invariably followed by rejection. Slighting an overconfident stud yielded enormous satisfaction. Debbie relished cutting those especially deserving down to size. Rebuffing them instilled a sense of superiority.
What could they do about it? Leave?
Her father owned the island and the fabulous resort that covered its sun-baked soil. Without a sibling, she was heir apparent. Her father permitted her to run his lavish operation in his absence. At twenty-two, she proved herself extremely competent-destined to take the reins at the proper time. Pampered, privileged and with an attitude, she traipsed the island to her lascivious amusement. Her guests were of a high income bracket to afford passage to her majestic haven. Many had beautiful bodies that provided her sport.
Her bones were not for jumping on, unless the candidate had unique characteristics. What that assortment was had never been formally determined.
Alex Smith, recognizable from her detailed database of guests, uncannily fit the description. She had a yen for that man, and if history was an accurate tool from which to measure, her victory was guaranteed.
Charmaine Tyler, his consort, was promptly jettisoned from her conscience. She could not hazard a guess why a virile creature like Alex yearned for an old bag like her, anyway.
Debbie's perverse concentration was interrupted by a tall, dark-haired man with a T-shirt exhibiting the Hedonia insignia. He deliberately brushed her. "You're looking good, Deb. What would you say to a moonlit stroll on the beach?"
Debbie regarded him contemptuously. "Get back to work, John. Your salary as administrator does not entitle you to frequent breaks, nor hitting on me."
He attempted to elicit a smile. "You're too stern, Deb. Retire your proprietor's hat for the evening and let's make whoopee in the sand."
His brashness appalled her. If John Raftery wasn't the most qualified manager money could buy, she would permanently banish him from the island. She had been fooled by those tantalizing dark eyes and scoundrel looks. Several nights of wild, reckless sex were savored before she consigned him to the dog house. Deb recognized his thirst for power. John was radically ambitious. He viewed her as his winning ticket. His plan to control her was swiftly aborted. A woman of weaker constitution might have succumbed to John, but Deb displayed unparalleled resistance. She was oblivious to his trifling with their affluent guests for healthier tips. She looked the other way when absorbed patrons stuffed fifty dollar bills in his hand for sexual favors.
The conniving bastard, however, would not receive further consideration. She wanted no part of him. John ceaselessly tried recapturing her lust-to no avail. Deb remained a staunch opponent. She was too sharp to let her empire slip from her grasp-much to John's perceptible chagrin.
She could ill-afford his elimination. His expensive paycheck reflected her use of golden handcuffs. John ran a slick operation. The island was a well-oiled machine, efficiently managed. Profits were at their record high. They were booked solid a year in advance and could afford to discriminate.
Frank Anderson heavily depended on John. He recognized his contribution to Hedonia's success. Disappointed at nor fathering a son to inherit his vast estate, he would have blessed a possible marriage.
Debbie sagely averted that catastrophe by turning aloof. Frank abandoned his dream of gaining the ideal son-in-law and refocussed upon other enterprises.
With calculation, John swerved his hips so that his crotch grazed her hand. The thought of possessing her made his cock hard and balls taut with desire. He served her a delicious reminder of his prized equipment. "How about it, Deb? Heaven awaits."
She disengaged herself from his intimate contact. "I'll thank you not to attempt that again," she glacially stated, "without risking dismissal."
"Your loss," he muttered, backing off.
John, glowering, returned to his post. Debbie's nonnegotiable stance deeply bothered him. Tom, his chief staff member, observing his defeat, took the opportunity to harass him. "Shut down, eh?"
"Fuck you," he spat. "The bitch will get hers." Elaboration was unnecessary. John had constructed a plot that would transform Debbie Anderson to a humble woman. Debbie's penchant for downgrading her subordinates was reason for a needed lesson. John's bitterness at her neglect evolved into venom. He sought twisted justice in exacting his revenge.
For months, he engineered a scheme for a major heist. Hedonia was a potpourri of riches, ripe for the taking. Expensive watches, diamonds, emeralds and wads of cash were proposed acquisitions. Their wealthy visitors retained their precious items rather than chancing their disappearance while away. John was disenchanted with the paltry dollars he amassed for stud service-he craved the mother lode.
Debbie's shabby treatment bred hostility in others on the island. Animosity rose through the ranks. Disgruntled employees conspired to even the score. Men who had been misled by her seductive glances, empty promises and blatant snubbing were disgruntled. Women who were intimidated by their resident princess took umbrage of her snooty ways.
John's rebels numbered ten. He recruited them on a sacred vow they were in it together and would evenly split the profits. All realized betrayal meant ostracism and the inability to obtain work elsewhere. Prison was the penalty for the foolish opportunist.
John was most instrumental in choreographing a grand scale robbery-a palace revolt of epic proportions. He possessed intimate knowledge of the island's design and infrastructure. Its electrical system was technically under his belt. His key collection permitted access to the various cabins. His assistant, Tom, had a talent for safe-cracking. His people would systematically transfer ownership of the carefully guarded valuables their guests stored. Their disposal would be safely conducted by professionals. John couldn't begin to compute the sums of money they would amass.
The flipside of John's plan supplied immense gratification. When people's trinkets began vanishing, Hedonia would receive a bad rap. Cancellations were anticipated. The seductive island would lose its appeal and the Anderson's fortune would plummet.
John couldn't think of more fitting retaliation.
"When are we scheduled to take action?" his cohort inquired.
John's lips curved. "Soon."
"Yeah, baby," Alex groaned as Charmaine settled upon his lap. He made contact with hot squish. Her pussy locked about him, completing his connection. He had carefully negotiated that snug hole before pressing himself into it. His cock probed her moist, silken heat. Her large tits rested in his palms. Automatically, his thumbs revolved around those thick, swollen nipples. Those aquamarine pupils-Charmaine's signature-glazed over. Her lips formed an ecstatic ring. "Ahhhhhhh."
Charmaine gripped his shoulders. Alex's visible transport thrilled her. She centered upon that giant member sliding up her pussy.
Her snatch rose to the apex of his cock before plunging upon its full length. Her ass dropped to those balls and twisted. Alex gasped from her cuntal squeeze. His senses were awash with blistering images. "Yeah, baby," he muttered prompting her shuddering climb, "sit on it. Ahhhhhhhhh. Sit on my cock."
Imposing her juicy clasp, Charmaine smiled. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She lifted and descended on that hard dick, deriving whole satisfaction. Alex repaid her slick descent with some impatient jabs. Elevating his hips, he sliced through her open cunt and roughly pumped her. His turbulence was an outgrowth of his furious excitement.
Alex cupped her quivering ass cheeks and pulled them toward him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," he crooned, sticking himself into her juicy center. He pulsed madly in the grip of that spongy warmth. Her wet snatch grabbed him, curling his toes. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, baby. Oh, yeah. Fuck me with that tight pussy."
Through half-closed eyes, he glimpsed Charmaine's beauty. The woman made his heart flutter. In the pale light, the lines of age were indistinguishable. Alex thought the sparse marks lent Charmaine character. Those aquamarine pupils contained the secrets of pleasure and a life dedicated to satisfying men. Her infinite wisdom enabled the earth to shake. Supplemented by a lush tenderness unheard of in women of his peer group, Charmaine was an attractive package. Making it with a woman thirty years his senior was, in his evaluation, premium lovemaking.
Charmaine's pussy, which suctioned itself to his rigid cock, soared and descended in silky increments. Alex felt the exquisite tug of those inner muscles as she enclosed his huge shaft. He fit himself between those hot, sucking lips with an audible gulp. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. She offered staggering compression before scaling the bulbous top.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Charmaine panted, bearing down on that solid thing. Alex rose through her pussy, splitting her lower region. Hard, thriving flesh occupied her condensing snatch. His mushroom-shaped knob inched toward her womb. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." She lovingly gazed at her paramour. Given her urgency, she needed to grind against that unyielding mass. She required a fully swollen cock to hump her way through a heat storm. Fiercely clenching his member, her pussy ached for its enlarged dimensions. She wrenched the taut skin of his pulsing cock, summoning his guttural cry. "Yeah, baby. You feel so good in there."
Alex dug his heels into the mattress and braced himself for her descent. Drenched pussy seized him. Ahhhhhhhhh. It took hungry mouthfuls of his upright dick, puckering him to the root. His balls strained around its pinched entrance. He drove himself high, laboring to reach the summit of that embraceable warmth.
He clutched her big tits, letting those upraised nubs singe his palms. Charmaine's boobs were splendidly round and soft. He snagged those billowy cushions. His well-stacked woman sobbed from his fervent thrusting.
"Squeeze those tits," Charmaine begged. "Tweak my nipples."
Alex obliged. Enclosing one thick stub with his thumb and forefinger, he wrung its sweetness. Charmaine's lips curved in pleasure while he catered to her whim.
He jammed her with hard dick, steadily pumping her pussy. His balls struck her bouncing ass cheeks. He throbbed in her hot encasement. "Come on, baby. Pull my trigger. Seal me in that wet pussy."
"Yes," she cried, riding his stiff cock. She loved the coarseness of his muscled thighs against her delicate flesh. Alex's bristly weave excited her. She hugged herself to him, running her pointed nipples over his waxed, pectoral planes. While Alex's limbs were rough with hair, his chest remained smooth. Placing a palm to his breast, she detected a rapid heartbeat. She completed her study by pinching his alert nipple.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," he gasped, his features misshapen.
She mouthed his tender nape. Her teeth gently scraped his ear lobe. She underscored her teasing bites with butterfly whips. Her flickering tongue sent delightful chills down his spine.
"Oh, baby," he muttered, collecting each cheek with his hands and pulling her tightly to his aroused body. "I'm going to explode."
Charmaine recognized the strain in his voice. Without missing a beat, she turned to the chilled bottle of champagne resting in an ice bucket. Charmaine filled her hands with cubes, then held them to his balls.
"Christ," he sputtered, jerking violently. "Oh, Jesus." He buckled vigorously beneath her. "Uggggghhhhhhhhh. Uggggghhhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine felt his warm, gooey collection in her pussy. He twitched while emitting his dense fluid. The sudden temperature change not only accelerated, but amplified his orgasm.
The ice cubes melted in her grasp. Tossing them in the bucket, she concentrated on his embedded dick. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She humped herself to a satisfying conclusion. Alex's rockhard member afforded her physical luxury. She scaled that mountain of cock, then plummeted. Ohhhhhhhhh. His spurting member contracted within her hot coil. He remained swollen for the express purpose of facilitating her climax.
"Yes," she panted, impaling herself on that big fleshy spike. She needed him to stay like that for several more seconds. Her pussy squeaked up and down that rigid column, getting all of it could. She loved the trust of that woman-pleasing monster. "Yes, baby. Just a little more. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I'm so close."
Alex, paralyzed with excitement, watched her ecstasy blossom. Charmaine on fire-an awesome spectacle to behold, he deliriously thought. His equipment functioned to provide her the means of getting to that precipitous edge. Although fatigued, he met the consuming demand of that pussy. He stayed hard for her to fuck. His cunt sloppily kissed his tall cock. Those wet, constricting lips gripped his foundation. Her fragrant seepage trickled to his balls. He drove himself into her squishy heart. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Charmaine was at the precipice of heaven.
He raised his hips and drove himself even higher into her mushy cunt. He endured her tremors as he inched through her clenching slime. "Yeah, baby. Let it take you where you want to go."
Charmaine neared her peak. She made no attempt to delay orgasm and submitted to it. Secured to Alex's cock, she galloped to her jolting peak. "Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhh." Her lips unlocked so that her scream could be uttered. She shuddered from the crippling voltage that raged through her system. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Alex smiled up at his exalted woman, taking pleasure from him. "That's it, baby. Go for it." He speared into that spasming cunt while she rocked on his lap. Getting her off thrilled him. He loved watching Charmaine in the throes of orgasm. He reaped satisfaction from that pussy closing around him, squeezing out the last bit of enjoyment. Ahhhhhhhh. She milked the final drops of jism from his cock and prolonged his bliss.
Charmaine, drained of energy, inevitably collapsed on top of him. Burying her face in his neck, she disbursed hot, loving kisses. She ran her hands over those bulging muscles while murmuring her happiness. "Thank you, baby. That was incredible."
"Mmmmmmmmm," he pleasantly hummed. "It's always great, Charmaine."
Her smile faded at her memory's revival of that silver-haired stud. She attributed some of her orgasm's intensity to his recurrent image flashing through her head.
Although not bound and determined to have him, she was of the unshakable impression they would be together.
CHAPTER THREE
"Do you like the way that cock tastes?" John Raftery asked Kate Parker. Thrusting his hips, he increased her volume of intake. "Here, take some more."
Kate, fifty-six and heiress to a vast cosmetic empire, lay on her side. John's long dick protruded from her fuchsia lips. That vivid shade of red, her trademark color and one she profitably manufactured, was smeared over John's sizable length.
John didn't care in the least. Kate represented a major haul and a substantial deposit in his savings account. Worth millions, Kate exemplified those of a higher, privileged station residing on Hedonia. One couldn't help sustaining an erection when it was kept warm in the mouth of someone that rich.
Fortunately, Kate retained her allure. Though her age was public knowledge, Kate belied her true years with a dedication to fitness and diet. Cosmetics partially erased the signs of aging. Kate battled middle-age spread by her customary attendance to a private health club and a strict regiment of swimming. A stunning redhead with a spare frame, Kate's most striking quality was her symmetrical ass. John gave considerable thought to physically occupying it.
Kate was candid about her appreciation of sex. Flirting was an extension of her vivacious personality. Kate loved men-particularly the well-hung variety. John attracted her eye since day one, when stepping on the beach. His equipment heavily bulged through the nylon fabric and won her unwavering lust. They met secretly often.
Ahhhhhhhhh. Fringe benefits were attached to fucking Kate. She proved that older women sucked cock best. Their worship of the male genitalia couldn't be contested. The flow of their lips, the fiery build-up with their tongue, and the passion emulating from their eyes substantiated that theory. The hot coupling that followed was immensely gratifying, too. Kate wanted it low and fast; John graciously complied. Once that wet pussy snagged him, an unforgettable journey began. Kate propelled him into orbit when moving her sweet ass. She left him trembling for more.
John wished some of the young babes he boned were as sexually advanced, but none came close to duplicating that tingling splendor. There was a delicious difference. He kept a separate scoreboard for older women; they were in a class unto themselves.
When a woman reached forty, she entered her sexual prime. She ripened in the years afterward. By fifty, she was at full flame-a virtual artist in the erotic domain. Her candor added sizzle.
As the proverb had it: the older the bottle, the sweeter the wine.
Kate's lips finally detached. She stroked his saliva-drenched cock with her fist. Slick sounds emanated from his wet member. "This belongs to me," she huskily whispered.
John's head lobbed. His lips curled back to display clenched teeth. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Sure does, baby."
Kate rejoiced in groping his big dick. That elephantine shaft dwarfed her dainty hand. The excess skin bunched above her closed fingers effecting their massage. His warmth and stickiness titillated her. "Mmmmmmmmmm. There's so much of you to please, John."
John spotted Tom at the far window, attempting entry. He deliberately left it open to facilitate their plan. Kate's well-stocked safe, located in the closet, was their target. Kate rarely traveled without her jewelry collection. Many social events on the island brought occasion to wear her stunning bracelets, necklaces and earrings. John, familiar with her medley of treasures, thought carefully about which pieces to subtract. His description of her choice trinkets was known to Tom, proficient with safecracking.
John's job was to detract attention while Tom absconded with the jewels. His assignment posed no problem. John had ten inches worth of diversion.
Kate might grieve over her loss, but John suspected her prized hoard was over-insured against theft. Kate stood to receive substantial reimbursement from her carrier.
"Show me how it's done," he hoarsely requested. Cupping the back of her head, he steered her mouth to his domed head. The scent of her spittle dripping from his cock pinched his nostrils. Thoroughly coated with her salivary excess, his swollen member had a glossy sheen. He inched to those proffered lips. "Don't stop now, baby. Finish what you started."
With a mischievous twinkle, Kate circled his mushroom-shaped knob with her winding tip. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred.
John's thoughts went momentarily askew. He hadn't expected such ticklish accuracy. "Uh-huh. Lick it. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Lick my cock."
Kate did so with relish. Her talented whips put color in his cheeks. His most vulnerable spots came under her detection and were tormented. A tier of bubbly foam was applied to his dick. Mmmmmmmmm. She tasted his salty heat.
He observed her fluttering style. That tongue whisked across his taut skin, ending each imaginative swirl with a creamy dab. Her slurps expelled the air from his lungs. His fists tensed and loosened while she darted about.
"Make it wet," he muttered.
Kate tongued the heavy, raised vein of his underside. John shook from her silky vibrations. She took stock of him while dispensing her pricklish froth. His dark hair, lightly moussed, framed a clean-cut face from which joy emanated. A damp curl was plastered to his sweaty forehead. Those dark eyes went in and out of focus. His sparsely freckled cheeks quivered with each subsequent lash.
Kate labeled him a hunk on their first introduction. Fiercely attracted, she savored his well-built frame with its broad shoulders and smooth, powerful chest tapering to a trim waist. Kate formed an addiction to men over six feet; John surpassed that height by several inches. Appetizing sinew enhanced his strapping figure. His limbs were finely sprinkled with hair.
She presented his bloated crown a sloppy kiss. Drool coursed down his path of veins at her calculation. She made no attempt to collect the oozing strands that neared his balls. John's features twisted as they collected at his taut sac and pubic nest.
"Jesus," he muttered.
Rather than stanching that bubbly flow, she lowered her tongue to his balls for a meticulous cleansing. Mmmmmmmmmm. She stroked his muscular thighs while bathing his tightly drawn testicles. His cock bobbed in the refrigerated air, defying gravity. Completely swollen, John appeared ready to explode. Kate, undeterred, washed his velvet skin with tingling drool.
John's exhalations grew heavier. "Yeah, baby. Lick my balls. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Make them drip with spit."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she hummed, gladly obliging.
Through his rapturous haze, John saw Tom climb through the window. His feet quietly touched her carpeted floor. The wet sounds Kate produced concealed those made by Tom.
Although Tom was behind Kate, John endeavored to shroud his presence. Withdrawing from Kate's fluid slurps, he gently coaxed her onto her back. He anchored his knees on either side of her panting expression.
He ran a fist up and down his slippery length. His cock throbbed in his grip. "I want to ride your face, baby," he whispered.
Kate merely spread her lips in anticipation.
John aimed for that open mouth. Her quivering rim brushed his swooping cock. He descended into its scalding vacuum, groaning.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, stuffing her with his throbbing engorgement. "Swallow me, baby. Suck my dick. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered, absorbing his lumbering shaft. Kate caressed his prickly flanks, her fingertips sketching vivid circles. Echoing her contentment, she ambitiously downed his ten inches. "Mmmmmmmmm."
"Christ." John, dazed by her sucking embrace, drove himself to the hilt. Her tongue continued its luxurious waltz. He watched those hungry lips gobble him in silk degrees.
Tom, unbeknownst to Kate, snuck into the closet. The success of his task depended on complete invisibility. John distracted her from his encroachment.
The stimulating flow of her hands, supplemented by her muffled sobs, drew his attention. He craned his head to observe the eye-popping action. John's flushed countenance and the hot pursuit of Kate's snaring lips intrigued him.
Extracting the listening device from his bag of paraphernalia, he experienced a rush of adrenaline. Breaking in and stealing warranted that reaction. The risk of discovery and the danger of becoming trapped until the police arrived nourished that thrill. Slipping on black gloves to eliminate a fingerprint trail, he went to work.
In his entire career in burglary, Tom never spent a day in prison. He counted on luck to see him through yet another strategic robbery. Once a thief with sharply honed skills, Tom elected to lie low for a number years after a bungled job. Frightened by narrowly escaping incarceration, he went into early retirement. His defunct career was revived after bumping into his old buddy, John Raftery. After listening to a scheme of pilfering a decadently rich community, Tom displayed enthusiasm in taking part. By tapping his resources to their fullest, John stood to profit at the misfortune of their pampered residents. Tom consented to be a vital accessory to that plot.
Kate's ravenous consumption pierced his concentration. Tom donned the headphones and began the chore of uncovering the numerical sequence that led to Kate Parker's treasure. John's fractured breathing and steamy directives impaired his detection of the first tumbler.
"Suck it," he heard John's terse command.
"Yeah. Make that big cock disappear in your face. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. Stay with it. Stroke it with that tongue. Cover me to the root. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
The salivating noises Kate created physically disturbed Tom. He attempted to ignore those moist, gobbling sounds-Tom's sharp intake, Kate's lip massage-but they penetrated his mental barrier. His cock thickened in his swimsuit. The unstoppable flow of blood increased its size. Uhhhhhhhhhhh. His erection took shape. Tom's hands faltered at the dial. He could not distance himself from the ensuing action.
His earlier glimpse at Kate inspired a fantasy about riding that well-maintained body. Kate was hot. John regaled him with tales of older women and their outstanding bedroom performance. His anecdotes, which totally aroused Tom, were not a fabrication. He envisioned some serious cum-letting. Perhaps he might end up in the sack with Kate at some future date. According to John, he possessed the physical credentials.
Sweat trickled from John's brow. By a slender thread, he had prevented exploding in her mouth. Those lips yielded a brutal suck. Her tongue was another obstacle. He prayed Tom would soon be done and gone so he could coat Kate's tonsils with his hot, sticky substance.
Though Tom might evaluate John's deliriousness as a bit of theater, Kate genuinely propelled his pulse to a hurtling speed.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, taking large quantities of him. Kate was an accomplished cocksucker. Those moist, weaving lips had been attached to various sizes of men for the past thirty years. Her familiarity with cock was of no surprise. At the rate they were going, he would soon relinquish his creamy cache.
John consolidated his energies to prevail over that crippling urge. The urgent look he tossed Tom demanded he hurry. Kate's sucking swiftly dismantled his armor. His pleasure weighed upon him like a sodden cloak.
Tom retrieved the first two digits and closed upon the third when Kate's giddy murmur struck him. His suit tightened around the ballooned shape in front. Purging the image of her lustful abandon defeated him. Tom's body screamed for the satisfying clamp of that mouth-or possibly the crush of her pussy.
John's contortions interfered with his thought process. Tom glanced at those pistoning hips as he fucked her face. His cock, soaking wet, emerged from those adaptable lips. His skin bunched at the stoppage point, squeaking from moist friction.
Consigning those inflammatory images to the background, Tom forged ahead. The desired click of the final tumbler set his pulse into motion. The door quietly swung open. Training a flashlight, he scrutinized its contents. Glittering gems flagged his attention. Kate carefully arranged her collection for inventory purposes.
Tom consulted the itemized list John prepared. Kate's most costly pieces were described. John issued instructions to remove only those items-nothing more. Their exclusion from the vault was to instill doubt in her mind. Kate, though whip-sharp in business, had a flawed memory for detail. John gambled on her hazy recollection of having left those adornments in her safety deposit box at the bank.
Two emerald necklaces, several pairs of jeweled earrings, a diamond-studded broach, a few rings with precious stones and a priceless bracelet were deposited in a secret compartment in his bag. Quietly crowing, Tom shut the safe and spun the dial.
John's staccato heartbeat and ragged exhalations were highly prevalent. Kate pressed her lips to his balls. His cock fully down her throat, she wielded a sapping suck. Ahhhhhhh. He trembled as she drew powerfully on his dick. Her mouth twisted around his trapped organ, extracting its masculine flavor. Lightheaded, he hovered at the brink of cumming. He groaned uncontrollably from the demand of her milking lips.
Tom swaggered from the closet with an affirmative wink. The outcome of his mission, John gathered, was favorable. He silently applauded him.
John gazed at Kate, who happily gorged herself. Locked securely to his dick, she exerted pressure. He stuffed her gullet. Ahhhh. The urge to spew heightened. He reduced the speed of his thrusts, filling her mouth slowly. That moist circle rippled about his protruding shaft. Kate passionately craved his jism beverage. Soon, she would drink from his cock. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Penetrating that hot throat nearly exacted its toll on him. Orchestrating a crime and a blow job exhausted him.
John motioned for Tom to hastily flee-if only so he could finally relieve himself in Kate's salivating enfold.
Walking to the open window, Tom scrupulously lowered his bag of tools and plunder into the sheltering foliage. It dropped inaudibly to its mark.
Tom prepared to climb out that gateway to freedom, then abruptly halted. His fascination for Kate grew. He regarded that sexy woman pleasuring his partner. His task completed, he could picture nothing beyond surrendering to that oral luxury.
Glancing down, he regarded the bloated shaft protruding heavily from his swimsuit. A wet spot formed at the tip. Involuntarily, he stroked himself. Ahhhhhhhhhh. A tide of hot tingles coursed through him. Unable to stabilize the urge, he dismounted the window sill and made his steady approach to Kate.
John imperatively shook his head. What the hell was his partner doing? His mission accomplished, he expected him to quietly flee the scene. Making himself conspicuous foiled his plan.
Kate sensed John's perturbation. Her lips eased from his saliva-slick cock. Upon turning, she spied Tom, whom she immediately recognized. His thirsty gape was met without incident. Her lips curled. "What are you doing here?" she purred.
Tom effected an aggressive posture of leaning forward, brandishing a hard-on. Her frank perusal of his body confirmed his preceding suspicions. The woman was insatiable. "I want to crash this party." Boldly, he out-lined the imposing lump bulging from his briefs. "Are you up for it, baby?"
Kate registered approval. Men who spoke frankly of their lust and were confident of their prowess attracted her. "Come here," she ordered.
Tom, disregarding John's consternation, stepped to the side of her bed. Kate hooked her thumbs to the edge of his trunks and yanked them over his hips. His cock, thick and inviting, leaped from constraint. Though not of John's protracted measure, Tom boasted an immense width.
Her warm, anxious breath fanned his dick. He caught her flash of tongue before it touched him. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. She skimmed the boundary of his rotund helmet. Her saliva was liquid fire. Bubbles collected on his susceptible skin, popping after several sizzling moments. She applied another lash-nearly blistering him.
John shook his head in resignation. Although he disapproved of Tom revealing himself to Kate, he couldn't blame the guy. Kate, a veritable firecracker, aroused one's animal instinct. He and Tom-each half her age-couldn't hope to satiate the woman's quenchless thirst.
John alighted from his face-straddling position and settled beside Kate. She elongated herself to provide Tom some tongue-tickling delight. Lavishly, she licked his cock. His skin was made slippery, dripping with foam.
"Christ," he quietly uttered, sloping toward that tip to receive its furious dabs. He tremulously trailed her jawbone. He rocked on his heels, soaring with each slurp. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. More."
John's brow furrowed. "Finish him off, baby. Drain him."
Her lips widened to enclose him. She caught Tom's throbbing mass, then tugged him into her steamy maw. His cock descended in her throat. Adjusting to his diameter, her mouth wrapped about his taut skin.
Tom's pupils curved in their sockets. "Ahhh. Oh, yeah. Take the whole thing." He got pulled into that tingling vacuum. The warm depression of her tongue, compounded by the tightening of those lips, left him dazed. After reclaiming his wits, he began shafting her face in earnest. His dick swung into her ready mouth, buried to the hilt. "Suck it," he groaned. Her salivary heat encased him. "Swallow that cock."
Kate delivered the tongue-swirling fury he craved. She drew him into a sweltering pucker, rippling over that rigid column. Mmmmmmm. She raked his quivering buttocks with her nails while alternately feeding herself that throat-reaching member.
John's lengthening observation spurred a need for fulfillment. Kate's heart-shaped ass provoked him. Nourishing herself on bended knee, she afforded him a point of entry. Manually taking control of that rump, he brought it level with his outstretched member, spread those cheeks apart and glimpsed her dewy entrance. Eating cock obviously titillated her. That cunt was ready to accept him for some doggie-style action. Pinning back those silky crescents, he fit his plump crown into her juicy slot. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Kate involuntarily sucked him into her sticky passage.
Kate abruptly withdrew from Tom. "Ohhh," she moaned, pausing from her oral feast. John's jarring introduction warranted that intermission. She took a moment to savor his immersion. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Cram it into me." His cock sank through her moist, clutching folds. Leaning against him, she hitched her pussy. His balls swelled against her cheeks.
Once John reassembled his thoughts, he began to thrust. Kate's snatch gripped him to the base. Clasping her tiny waist, he rhythmically pumped her. That soggy snatch caught and released him, taking rigorous mouthfuls. In and out his dick went, greased from her profuse drippings.
Tom watched John's abdominals, streaked with sweat, flex from his exertions. That wall of muscle came steadily at Kate. The whack of his balls reverberated. John's vacant stare related his low insertion.
Kate had no problem simultaneously servicing them. The itch that dwelled deep in her pussy required tremendous scratching. These young men worked toward assuaging that pestering ache.
Rivulets of sweat coursed down John's fevered brow. His chest glistened from that salty downpour. The grasp of those damp lips made him shiver. He watched his stiff member disappear in that ravenous hole. Kate swiveled her hips, furnishing him a moving target. He drove into that tight cunt with dizzying satisfaction. He slapped her backside, his balls tapping those buns.
"Mmmmmmmm," came Kate's muffled cry.
John accelerated his thrusts, he stroked that wet pussy, giving it his all. He gasped as he went deep, penetrating juicy pulp. Despite his grinding crunch, that luscious ass came back to him for more of the same. He gasped as it fully consumed his rock-hard thing.
Kate did not complain of his urgent grip. John left imprints on her tender flesh, yet that swift, driving pressure turned her on.
"It's going to leak," Tom blurted. He shook his head, unable to shake off the impulse.
"Drain it," John ordered Kate. "Drink his jism. Swallow his load."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Tom's pleasure crested. He spasmed in Kate's mouth. Hot, salty cum squirted on her tongue, then flowed down her throat. Kate dispatched that creamy torrent as quickly as it spurted. By the time Tom dislodged his cock, he'd been sucked dry.
John, witnessing the dilution of Tom's energy, plowed into Kate. He neared popping himself. His loins brewed fire juice. He felt the embers sparking in his groin. Digging further into that sodden cunt, he could not discount the urge to shoot. Those determined, squeezing muscles demanded his cum. He went to and from that wet cooze. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. The need to jizz was imperative.
"Yeah," Kate moaned. She moved along with him, pelting him with her butt cheeks. From her flushed expression, she seemed prepared to climax. Reaching between her legs, she fingered the exposed section of his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh."
John pumped her harder and harder, at the brink of discharge. Kate responded to his rapid slide. The color blossomed in her cheeks.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, arriving at the pinnacle of joy. Her lips fashioned a circle from which squeaks erupted. She slammed backward, getting the most of what he directed. Her bliss was perceptible. "Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
John poured liquid fire into her snatch. It rocketed from his aching balls. His seizure nearly wrenched his gut apart. "Ugghhhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhhh." He filled her pussy with his creamy spewage.
Kate mewled after his copious injection. John, unhitching himself from that drenched cunt, groaned on his haunches. He watched in amazement when Kate waved her ass, then peered over her shoulder.
"You can't be ready for more?" John gasped.
Merrily, she nodded.
He grinned. Older women were comparatively different in terms of sexual durability. In Kate's example, they were unusually resurgent and could go several rounds without stopping. Thank God he'd shored up enough stamina for the assignment.
The jewels stashed in the bushes shimmered in his head. The corners of his mouth tugged. Kate Parker's collection was merely the beginning of a sensational crime wave that would bring Debbie Anderson to her knees-and an incomprehensible fortune at his disposal.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charmaine dove into the pool the next morning with renewed vigor. She still tingled from her night with Alex. Ohhhhhhhhh. He had outdone himself: four times, each more thrilling than the last. She suspected the ice cubes added a new dimension to their lovemaking. Introducing them at the critical threshold seemed to elevate his satisfaction-and precipitate a ferocious appetite. Charmaine profited from that sustained arousal.
Swimming had been incorporated in her set routine. Since arriving at Hedonia, Charmaine made regular use of the accommodations. Within an hour of awakening, she headed for the Olympic-sized facility for exercise. At that early hour, Charmaine had the pool to herself. Sheltered by palm trees, she was afforded utter privacy to swim in the nude. Charmaine, however, never pursued that option.
While cutting across the surface, she projected a mental picture of that silver-haired man at the bar. Instantly, excitement rippled through her body. His face intermittently flickered in her mind while she was with Alex. No matter how often she ejected him from her thoughts, Charmaine could not curb his inevitable reappearance. He summoned a lust she rarely let rise.
Why would a man of her generation tower above Alex, who had the body of a Greek god and an angelic disposition? That powerful hunger for him mystified her.
Shortly after completing her tenth lap, Alex emerged from the bushes with a bruised expression. "Why didn't you wake me? I wanted to be with you."
"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't have the heart."
He shook his head while flashing a smile. "You were on the prowl, in search of bronzed studs."
She laughed. "You know me well." Alex, attired in his thong, left little to the imagination. His muscular development was a visual feast. If she were hunting for a lover, he would still outshine his competition. Gazing at that perfect physique, she experienced a surge of desire. Alex easily renewed her carnal appetite.
In rebuttal to her prolonged gape, he dove into the pool. He charged across the water with thrilling agility. Charmaine observed him with a spectator's eye. The sight of Alex restored her confidence. He was the man that not only fueled her fantasies, but brought them to fruition.
She climbed out of the pool to watch him. Perched on the edge, she ogled that body teeming with muscle, kissed by the sun. His indisputable sensuality pronounced her the envy of every female residing on the island. Sticking her feet into the water, she suggestively waded. His lithe movements stirred her.
Alex plunged below the surface, then leaped between her legs that dangled in the water. His face was horizontal with her crotch. Without soliciting her permission, he pulled back the panel that shielded her blonde pubes with his thumb. Charmaine's cunt lips were uncovered.
"Oh, Alex," she sighed after being momentarily startled. "You're incorrigible."
Abruptly, his mouth hungrily went to work.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Charmaine moaned the second his wriggling tip made contact. Keeping her thighs separate, he explored her snatch. His tongue sliced through hot, juicy squish. "Oh, Alex. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Although she wasn't entirely comfortable submitting to his probe, she nonetheless hugged herself to that weaving head. The possibility they could be stumbled upon by an innocent spectator in a public place twinkled through her mind. That speculation, however, made his stunt more gratifying. She searched for a pair of discerning eyes through the shrubbery, but found none. Many who made a nightly ritual of drinking themselves into oblivion slept well into the afternoon. Temporarily, they had the area to themselves.
Charmaine arched her spine and leaned against his voracious expression. His sinuous tip compelled her to surrender.
Alex plunged into her cunt for honey. Extending himself to her utmost depths, then twisting about, he provoked a steady flow. The walls of her pussy oozed with juice. His tongue absorbed her tasty trickle, tapping its supply. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Charmaine's whimper excited him. He was conscious of his erect cock extending from the scant borders of his thong. Eating Charmaine always gave him a raging hard-on. Listening to her breathless squeal ignited a tumultuous passion. He couldn't resist drinking her nectar. The caress of his tongue yielded a rich flow.
"Ohhhhhhh," Charmaine moaned. Pressing her snatch to his mouth, she fed him her tangy sauce. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes." That winding tip sponged her leakage. She trembled as it nimbly rolled over her clit. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. His intoxicating wiggle quickened her joy. Alex knew precisely where to go, where to linger. His astute path put a kink in her toes.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." The part Alex loved best about going down on Charmaine was her visual response. His mature lover relished his lagging slurps. He concentrated on pleasing her. Charmaine's splendor meant everything. Love flowed plentifully from his heart to that woman. Making her cum-whether it was with his cock or tongue-accented that devotion. Charmaine was his true love, his woman. The decades that separated them in life were insignificant. She ignited his passion, sparked his enthusiasm. For him, there was no other.
Charmaine relinquished herself of the hot tickle dominating her lower region. Alex gulped her sugary outpouring. She moaned as he clamped his lips to her slippery folds and sucked the excitement from her body. He licked her pussy thoroughly.
Sloping toward him, she scraped the cement with her nails. Her hips pivoted around his head. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She observed his feast with half-opened eyes. Glimpsing the tongue that worked her clit was a stimulating sight. Watching that zealous point while digesting the sensations that arose elated her. Ohhhhhh. Alex sucked pussy well.
He had a knack for oral pleasure.
Charmaine's nipples swelled to capacity. They ached from the continuous stream of ecstasy. Scooping her tits together, she massaged those thick stubs. Rapture surged to every vessel of her body. That electrical current was intensified by the wet, ticklish movements taking place between her legs. Alex's saliva application enabled her a luxuriant shiver. Gritting her teeth, she twisted against his curling tip. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Stale air hissed as he went deeper into her cunt. He darted about, forcing her temperature to climb. She briskly stroked her nipples in response to that burst of energy.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Faster. Ohhhhhhh. Please, faster."
While in the midst of heavenly transport, Charmaine gazed over to the bushes and was stupefied by the appearance of that silvery-haired man. He peered through the opening of a hedge, plainly riveted. The desire etched in his features silenced her. She couldn't verbally protest his surveillance, as they were in a public place.
Her fingers slid from her nipples. Alex had kindled a fire. Those stout nubs were impossible to disguise. Sweat trickled from those bullet-shaped ends.
Charmaine attempted to detach herself from Alex's suctioning lips, but his pucker proved nonnegotiable. Alex mistook her jump of anxiety for a swell of lust.
She could not look elsewhere. The silver-haired man, transfixed by her vulnerable state, held his gape. His eyes seductively sparkled. Drawn into those blue spheres, she lacked the ability to shield the private parts of herself. Alex's head, swaying between her legs, canceled the possibility of retaining a suggestion of innocence.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Given the futility of her situation, Charmaine resigned herself to it. Slowly, she relaxed and returned to that road to infinity. She did not endeavor to obstruct the silver-haired man's view.
Charmaine leaned back and nourished Alex. Her feet stirred in the water, weightless and tingling. He remained in the pool, her woman treat flowing down his throat. Taking one mouthful of cunt after another, he groaned in ecstasy.
Alex siphoned the juices from her cunt. When lapping the dew from her flaps, he thought about how they had fastened to him the previous night. He recalled the squeeze of her pussy-that invariable tightening. She wrapped herself so sweetly around his cock, he could do nothing but explode after stroking its succulent layers. Running his tongue over the section his dick earlier inhabited gave him a measure of satisfaction. He reciprocated the pleasure she abundantly furnished. The chills had been plentiful, the eruption profuse.
Charmaine wasn't as attuned to the curling progress of his tongue as she was of their uninvited guest. Laid bare for his inspection, she felt totally exposed. He witnessed the unleashed animal lurking inside-that bubbling fury erupting from her volcanic depths.
Alex's tongue kept the lips of her pussy apart while drilling her juicy squish. He dipped into her snatch, sponging its walls. Her innermost muscles snagged his tongue as though it were his cock, seeking to milk it. Alex eluded its grasp, slithering in and out of its coil.
Charmaine moved like fire beneath his limber whips. Ohhhhhhh. Her fuse had been lit. She trembled, feeling the tremors culminate. Alex sought her climax with determination. His orgasm-inducing tip hastened her journey. The face in the distance, camouflaged by shrubbery, oversaw her series of graphic contortions.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Alex stayed with her until that last, appreciable shake. Charmaine buckled against his pressed lips. He sent her crashing to earth. Her sense of direction was thrown off course. She shook uncontrollably, gasping for air. That tongue pursued her while she hurtled through space.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes!"
Charmaine went numb. All sensation in her froze. Bringing her to an explosive orgasm, Alex went the distance. The face in the bushes blurred. That debilitating force rendered her incoherent.
When she regained her faculties, she noticed her spectator had fled the scene. There was no sign of him, nor his disturbing gaze.
Alex, inattentive to her drama, replaced the stretched panel that concealed her blonde pubes. "I've had my morning beverage, thank you."
"You're a naughty boy," she said, feigning indignation. A second later, she appended, "God love you."
Alex lifted himself from the pool. Water poured down his magnificent frame. She needn't look further; Alex possessed the desirable traits she craved. The silver-haired man might have been a momentary distraction, but Alex exemplified something more lasting.
Their lips came together. Charmaine kissed that cunt-scented mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm. The taste of herself, mingled with that of Alex, intrigued her.
"Let's have breakfast," he whispered, "then head for the beach."
"So you can ogle the babes?" she teased.
Waving his hand, he laughed. "Looking may be fun, but the promise is rarely fulfilled in the final analysis."
"What would you think if I selected some nice young thing and invited her into bed with us?" Her lips mischievously curved. "Would that make you happy?"
The smile faded from his face. "You would actually do that?"
Charmaine noted the pronounced strain within his thong. The knob of his cock jutted from its inadequate cover. "If that's an indication of what's going through your mind, this could evolve into a thrilling adventure."
"You would do it with another woman?" he carefully repeated. What she described seemed almost too exciting to mentally process. Alex had secretly cultivated such a fantasy, yet refrained from mentioning it. Unwilling to test the boundaries of Charmaine's consent, he went on dreaming of such an occurrence. "You and another woman-with me?"
She caressed his back. The tremors were prevalent. "Sure," she softly mentioned. "I've been curious about it. Let's see what happens."
Alex's enthusiasm boiled over. "We'll have to make a pit stop at the bungalow. I need to work off some steam before we sunbathe."
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, scanning his highly aroused body. "Let's go."
CHAPTER FIVE
"I won't do it!" she screamed. "You will," he calmly insisted. "No!"
"Yes."
Selena Clark wanted no part of John Raftery's scheme. Although initially pledging her support, her courage evaporated when purloining jewels from a guest's bungalow. The owner stumbled upon her before she could deposit them in her bag. Since they were not physically in her possession, Selena invented an excuse that she'd been cleaning the room and noticed that they were improperly stored. Fortunately, her manufactured alibi had been bought. Naivete saved her from an obvious infraction. The woman thanked her for illuminating her carelessness and immediately placed those trinkets in her vault.
Selena, frightened by the threat of exposure and punitive repercussions, ventured to his cabin to announce her decision to withdraw.
John withheld disappointment in light of her shaken demeanor. He wished no defection in his group. Her resignation could potentially damage his master plan. If permitted, he ran the risk she might inadvertently divulge vital information that could unmask him as the chief culprit.
He perceived unwavering opposition in Selena. Near-discovery virtually left her unhinged. Her assertion to wipe her hands of further involvement was undebatable.
"You covered yourself beautifully," he countered, cautiously choosing his words. Despite his mounting annoyance, he maintained an even pitch. "The fact you smoothly rebounded demonstrates natural talent."
"I don't care!" Selena snapped, immune to his gentle persuasion. "I could have been reported-and sent to jail. Stealing isn't in my blood."
He tenderly shook his head. "Next time-"
"There won't be a next time! I've had it." Selena proved utterly inconsolable. "I'm no fool. You can have this place, and all its elite."
John recognized that soothing encouragement offered him little mileage. He could not smooth out the wrinkles verbally; something physical was essential.
Selena was a delightful brunette with a stunning figure. Under normal circumstances, he would have enjoyed seducing her. Luscious women of her curvaceous quality attracted John. Her persistent harping on possible detection irked him. If they stuck together, that wouldn't happen. Selena disbelieved the security of their plan was intact. Changing her mind required enticement. He was forced to motivate her through stimulation.
Selena, clad in a revealing bikini, brought a flicker of interest. Her round breasts were balanced in skimpy cups. Her shaved pussy was tucked into scant bottoms that featured plenty of cheek. Long, slender legs tantalized the palate. Bronzed by the sun, with highlights of it in her brown, shoulder-length hair, Selena was a tasty package. If her attitude was commensurate with her build, she would have thoroughly mesmerized him.
He tired of her pacification, but perceived no other option.
"You've never had the proper confidence," he said, stroking her back. Selena did not retreat from contact. His fingertips wove across her tanned back. "You have a gift for deception; you simply wish not to explore it."
"I'm uninterested in a reputation as a criminal."
"Obviously, you haven't grasped the logic of my plan. By confiscating that jewelry, you're reclaiming lost compensation. The Andersons have never paid us our due. They've taken advantage of us. Aren't you offended by the paltry wages? We're employed on a shoestring budget so that they can maximize their profits."
"I've never considered my salary unsatisfactory."
"If that doesn't bother you, what of Debbie Anderson's treatment? She's rubbed your nose in her wealth. She's removed herself from reality, at the expense of your pride. Doesn't retribution bear any significance?"
Selena faltered. She despised Debbie, but not to the extent that she would chance imprisonment. The true reason for her hesitation surfaced. "I'm scared, John. I fear getting caught. My parents would be destroyed if I were sentenced."
He huddled closer to her palatable body. His large hand encompassed the small of her back. His fingers stirred at the summit of her delicious ass. "Your apprehension is misguided. I won't allow blunders. We've some highly skilled people involved in this operation. Victory is contingent upon the general cooperation of our group."
Selena, alert to John's hand, fostered no protest. His brawny arm draped around her shoulder momentarily displaced her anxiety. John symbolized a pillar of strength, restoring her faith. She had always recognized him as an appetizing man. That handsome, freckled face with its mystical eyes, framed by dark, slicked-back hair had been admired from afar. His ripe masculinity pierced her fractured resolve. She warmed to his proximity. "I'm afraid of failure," she whispered in a girlish voice.
"Don't worry," he muttered, covering an ass cheek with his palm. "I'm here, and I fully intend to protect my people throughout this project.
Selena moaned at his squeeze. Tendrils of excitement radiated through her flesh. "You must think me such a coward."
"If I did," he said, massaging a shapely crescent, "I wouldn't have drafted you for my team." The temptation to slip a finger into her pussy flashed through his mind. He longed to delve into that wet snatch. The scent of her arousal was plain.
"I've been a total nuisance. Please, forgive me."
"I can't blame you for being human." He snuck behind the border of her bikini. The texture of her velvet skin prickled his senses. He met a few wisps before detecting moisture. The sappy edge of her cunt yielded to his pressure.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Selena moaned. Her eyes slowly shut, her lips glistening. A flash of white teeth followed, succeeded by a rush of air.
He twisted himself into her juicy clutch. His finger sank into hot, clinging squish. He pumped that nearly clean-shaven snatch to her observable joy.
"Oh, John." She turned and bumped him with her tits. Those ample globes pressed into his chest. She scraped him with her distended nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
His entire hand ventured below her waistband. He alternately groped her ass while fingering her soaked cunt. That moist pussy readily absorbed his digit. He probed her spongy folds. "Can you feel that?"
She trembled. "Uh-huh."
Her weak squeals and animation affected progressive growth. Glancing down his front, he watched his cock climb inside his swim trucks. Blood poured into his prized organ, causing it to inch. Ahhhhhhhhhh. His balls tingled in anticipation of what he would do with her. He predicted her scream of ecstasy when he plowed into her cunt.
He took her hand and clamped it to his bulging equipment. Those fingers did not desert him. She clung tenaciously to his monstrous shape.
He gestured to the conspicuous lump jutting from his front. "Can you fix that for me, baby?" he huskily whispered. "Hmmmmmm?
She emphatically nodded.
"Do you want me, baby?" He nibbled on her ear, then sucked tenderly on her neck. "Want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," she implored. "Please." She tugged on his elongated shaft. "Put it in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Do me, John. Do me now."
"Sure you can handle it?" he went on, taunting her. "I'm pretty big."
Selena's heart pounded. The itch deep within her pussy could only be satisfied by someone of extraordinary length. She contemplated the joy within her reach. "I'll try."
"Will you make me stop if it hurts?"
She could barely speak above the lump in her throat. "I don't think it will."
His finger sifted through her drenched layers. There wasn't the least resistance to his leisurely probe. "You're probably right."
Selena took affirmative action. She reached into his swimsuit and removed his fabric-stretching cock. "Oh, wow. Look at the size of it." Stroking that shaft from the heavy trunk to the tapered head, she shivered. Her fingers scarcely enclosed its width. Her fist was dwarfed by its awesome dimensions.
John smirked. The young woman failed to recognize that he was bribing her with sex. Although they never fucked before, he wagered she would do whatever he requested for a repeat performance.
"Do you like my cock?" he asked in a low, penetrating voice.
"Yes."
He plucked himself from her cunt. His warm, sticky digit carried her honeyed scent. Wiping the grin from his face, he effected a stern demeanor. "Spread your legs."
Setting her foot on a chair, Selena granted him creative license. Her tanned thighs swung widely apart. He spotted some errant wisps peeking from the middle section of her bikini bottoms. The smell of her hot pussy titillated him. He considered eating her, then curbed the impulse. If her insubordination were recurrent, he would need that option to reestablish control.
He groped her mound. His thumb pressed into that soft, spongy warmth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, her head heaving from side to side. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
He abruptly released her malleable privates. "Get naked," he ordered.
"Why don't you strip me?" she suggested.
"No. Remove it yourself-slowly. I want to enjoy watching the pieces of your outfit drop."
She disliked the suspense, but obeyed his instructions. She untied the strings that secured her top. Her tits sprang from captivity.
The scope of her boobs increased from the lack of restraint.
Large, pink nipples glared at him-each aching to be sucked. John checked the whim to lick them. Selena would receive no further stimulation until she was wholly undraped. "The bottoms-get them off."
Selena pouted. She detested John's militant air-yet knew a revolt would end in frustration. The knots at each of her hips were undone. The skimpy material fell from her exquisitely shaved patch. Glistening droplets clung to her brown tufts. She separated those lush, pink folds with her fingers. "Want to taste it?"
Shaking his head, he fondled his engorged cock. "I'll taste you from here."
She lowered her gaze to the purplish head. The cum slit opened to emit a creamy pearl. Unable to contain the notion, she bent before him to clean it with her tongue. "Mmmmmm." That preliminary drop instantly dissolved.
John could have fed it to her at that precise moment if it didn't mean denying Selena satisfaction. A mouthful of cum was hardly her objective. Putting a ten-inch dent in that hungry snatch was the only answer.
He dragged her to her feet. Selena whined after that brusque disconnection. He appeased her with a tongue-searching kiss. A gratified purr reflected her contentment. That exquisite ass filled his hands again. He ground his swollen member into her soft, furry nest. Those dark pupils flashed. The bottom of her lip trembled.
Selena appeared ready to take him.
He guided the tip of his cock to her sopping entrance. Pressing against that damp crevice, he discerned her willingness. Her cunt prepared to swallow his bone-like thing.
Selena gripped the back of the chair. "That's it, John. Go into me."
"Yeah." He pushed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." Selena moaned as he sank into her warm, wet space. Her pussy widened, adapting to his tunneling member.
His Adam's apple quaked in response to that embraceable heat. Weight drove his descent; by leaning forward, he let gravity carry him to her spongy bottom. The hotness of her juicy pulp permeated his core.
Selena reeled with dizzying satisfaction. John opened her like no other man. He reached deep in her cunt, occupying room that had never been taken. She swung her hips at him, capturing that dick to its very stem.
"That's it, baby," John groaned. "Push. Push it to me! Cover my whole cock with it!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh. I never dreamed it would feel this good. Ohhhhhhhh."
John made it his business to abundantly supply her gratification. Their coupling was a sweetener, heavily influencing her allegiance.
"Yeah." He watched his long dick swoop between those cunt lips, then drip with her love dew when in reverse. "Does it feel good in your pussy?"
"Yes." She swiveled her hips to fully consume him. In propelling her body, she regulated the amount of cock her snatch devoured. She jammed that hard thing to capacity. Ohhhhhhhhh. The friction defied description-awakening each cell. Pleasure branched to her every vessel.
Selena's eyes grew moist, her breathing irregular. John attributed this to the ten inches stuffed between her legs. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. He slid in and out of that slick receptacle, taking advantage of its stimulating clasp. He drilled those sodden folds.
They rocked together, making intimate contact. John observed Selena's unfolding ecstasy. When certain she could not negate his power, he asked, "You're not really going to leave me in the lurch, are you?"
She shook her head.
Betrayal was unpermittable; disloyalty carried dire consequences. "Your assistance is a vital component of this venture. You're a valuable asset, Selena. I don't want to lose you."
"I won't leave you," she croaked. "No, I couldn't possibly. Not now."
"That's a girl," he muttered. "I need you on my team. We can't win the battle without your help. I'm counting on it."
"Yes. I'll do whatever you say." She met his thrusts, low and fast. Blinking rapidly, she squeaked, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I think I'm going to cum."
He grabbed a handful of her ass and pummeled her with his groin. Stiff cock sliced into that soft mound. "Me, too. I'm going to jizz in your pussy."
"Yeah," she whimpered, with nails grazing. The flames of rapture danced through her body, licking at her toes. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Gonna cum, John. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Sweat dribbled from his temple as he fucked that voracious cunt. He rammed her until the light blazed in her eyes. Her exhalations turned into high-pitched squeals. Salty drops collected, then fell from those distended nipples, splattering him. He charged into that saturated pussy, gasping.
"Oh, John. Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Selena went limp. Her happiness spiked.
When John pulled out of her cunt, the proof of his satisfaction gushed from those well pumped lips. Selena quivered as his spent cum streamed down her tanned thighs.
John smirked. He anticipated no further argument from her. She would abide by his rules, if only to glimpse heaven one more time.
CHAPTER SIX
Charmaine surreptitiously assessed the local talent while sipping her glass of Bordeaux. Many young women who populated the bar were accompanied. Few lacked escorts. Any who sauntered into the drinking establishment were circled and engaged in conversation. Those sending signals to Alex gradually realized she was with him and withdrew their bid.
None appeared to draw the conclusion they were in search of a third person to occupy their bed that evening.
Charmaine consulted Alex's expression while he scanned the girls that thronged the place. She reviewed each reaction to determine the type of woman he longed to complete their triangle. Alex's reservation baffled her. Either he was much too selective, or pronounced the group unsatisfactory. The assemblage of blondes, redheads and brunettes failed to register a notable reflex.
Consenting to a three-way generated positive feedback. Charmaine suspected she touched upon a secret hot button when proposing to enact that fantasy. Alex kept sneaking glances at her, as though praying she wouldn't back down. The thought of a female tongue stroking her pussy sent him in a lather. Charmaine, having never gone the lesbian route, was willing to try. At age fifty-three, she traversed previously unexplored avenues and found some to her liking.
Given the perplexed expressions of the patrons, Charmaine believed she and Alex shaped a curious picture. Bearing in mind the age discrepancy, some couldn't fathom the connection. Judging from their curious looks, they assumed she was either his mother, a mature relation or, in all likelihood, an employer. The familiarity with which his hands rested on her ass, however, contradicted that theory. Charmaine smugly prolonged their suspense.
She tired of Alex's monotonous surveillance. Charmaine temporarily switched gears and stared flirtatiously at the men. Her silver-haired wooer had yet to arrive, but others shimmered on the horizon. Through the smoky haze, she glimpsed a stud with a bushy mustache and a set of muscles that nearly induced palpitations.
He shared her interest. His blue eyes stared in her direction. She sensed a mutual attraction. Surveying her from head to foot, he virtually salivated over her scantily clad body. The revealing bikini she donned gave birth to some sizzling scenarios. He obviously favored big-breasted, older women. Charmaine questioned whether he had an inkling of her true age-not that it mattered: the disturbance taking place in his skimpy briefs granted her reassurance.
Tom Thompson drooled over the woman identified as Charmaine Tyler-a name featured on his hit-and-run list. John furnished him a photograph, but it scarcely did her justice. She easily surpassed Kate Parker's sensuality. Since that steamy incident, Tom could think of nothing but sexy, older women. An addiction resulted from the torrid event. He sprouted a hard-on merely from lingering on those memories-and contemplated exploring those lines with a comparable partner.
Charmaine was an exceptional package: large tits, small waist and exquisite legs. Fucking her would be a real treat. The treasures stowed in her safe seemed inconsequential compared to the goods readily at hand.
From her furtive glance, he could tell she was scrutinizing his equipment. He angled himself to afford a tantalizing peek. Let her feast those aquamarine eyes on that big dick-it was hers for the asking. He wanted her to enjoy the hell out of it.
Luring her away from her boyfriend did not seem insurmountable. Tom elected to wait until Alex Smith (his identity similarly sifted through John's channels) went to take a leak. Charmaine presumably couldn't wait for him to drain his bladder, just so she could slip away.
Tom, gulping his beer, waited.
"Well?" Charmaine prompted. "See anything you like?"
Alex shrugged. The situation, from his perspective, looked hopeless. None of the women remotely seductive seemed approachable. "I guess not."
Charmaine, undiscouraged, shrugged. "Perhaps we ought to walk around and see what develops. The beach is fair hunting ground. We might stumble upon someone feasible."
"Let's scrap the idea," Alex announced with an air of resignation. "I'm not sure if sharing you with another woman makes sense."
She smiled. "Afraid you'll enjoy it too much?"
He shrugged.
She petted his hair-rough thigh. The prickly texture aroused her. "There's only way to be certain. Let's check it out."
He drained his beer mug before hopping off the stool. "I'm going to hit the head first."
"I'll stay put and enjoy the scenery."
Alex recognized her double entendre. Charmaine drew considerable attention in her eye-popping garb. The raw stares had not escaped Alex. If he wasn't with Charmaine, that compulsion would have seized him. Charmaine was a hot, delicious woman.
Alex moved through the crowd with difficulty. The place crawled with thrill-seeking predators on the make. Most hadn't bothered to conceal their intentions. Those strutting about were easy prey-and gladly acknowledged that distinction.
Alex dismissed the notion of a three-way. Having some girl sit on his cock while Charmaine rode his face lost its appeal. When he had been in California those few months with the band, there had been much of that. The pussy had been abundant, the blow jobs plentiful-but the contentment incomplete. On rare occasions did he achieve fulfillment. Faceless women spreading their legs, moaning as he fucked them, simply did not quench his thirst. After each occurrence, he craved Charmaine more strongly than ever.
In rounding the corner, a familiar face crossed his path.
"At last," Debbie Anderson purred, "I have you all to myself."
Alex was flattered to have attracted her eye. He had never considered himself the stuff of fantasy, specifically for a lovely girl such as Debbie. That fiery red hair, framing a beautiful face, beckoned. "Merely for a moment. Nature is calling."
A wicked smile took shape. "Am I keeping you from your duty?"
Debbie was a tasty morsel-but not worth pursuit. Something about her left him wary. The alcohol swimming through his system had not diluted his sound reasoning, but enabled him false courage. He gestured to the semi-erect shape jutting from his suit. "The extent of that interference will soon be known if I don't get to that door. Now, if you'll excuse me."
She brushed up against him. Her nipples scratched his bare chest. "Why don't I come with you? I can assist with your aim, then shake it when you're done."
He grinned. "I think not."
"My father owns this island, and left me in control." Debbie's green pupils glimmered. "Rejection is uncommon for me. I usually get what I want."
"Not tonight," he mentioned, his ardor cooling. "Not with me."
Her eyebrow went up. "You would rather be with that old cow?"
"Are you referring to Charmaine?"
"She's old enough to be your grandmother. "
Alex laughed. "I detect jealousy."
Debbie rested her palm on his crotch, then effected a light caress. "It would be the best you ever had."
Debbie's feathery contact provoked some growth. Alex attempted to oppose her ticklish grope, yet his cock regrettably thickened. She was extremely desirable, rousing his libido.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she mewled, tracing the outline of his hard dick with her fingernail. She assumed he was large, but would have never guessed his true size. "You're bigger than I envisioned."
"Don't," he croaked.
"Would you rather I didn't touch it?" she needled him. "Or are you worried about getting turned on?"
Alex did not take kindly to those who flaunted their elite status for the receipt of preferential treatment. He eschewed any woman who wished to control him through sex. Despite the depth of her allure, Debbie bore a negative effect.
Grabbing her wrist, he brusquely ended her manipulation. "Get it through your head, babe: it's not going to happen. Your old man may own the place, but that won't buy you any favors from me. If you're that hard up, go prowl the beach. I'm sure somebody there will give you a poke."
Debbie became incensed over his abrupt detachment. "You son of a bitch. Nobody talks to me in that fashion."
"Deal with it." He went around her and headed toward the men's room.
Debbie clenched her fists and fumed. She hadn't foreseen getting the cold shoulder. Her ego sustained severe damage. Though infuriated, she couldn't resist ogling his muscular buns. In her mind, she pictured them flexing when he thrusted his cock.
Capitulation did not exist in Debbie's character. She would have Alex Smith-on her terms.
Charmaine sensed the gradual approach of an admirer. Imbibing the last of her wine, she felt the heat of a man's body inch toward her. By the time she balanced her glass on the bar, the woolly texture of his forearm brushed her, followed by the fuzzy grain of his thigh.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're ravishing?" Tom Thompson seductively whispered.
Charmaine was flattered by his generous remark. Coming from a robust stud, she savored the compliment. "I'm not often told that, and thank you for bringing it to my attention."
Taking the stool next to her, he introduced himself as Tom Thompson-one of the technical staff who repaired faulty air conditioning units or restored the electrical supply to the cabins. With calculation, his thigh brushed her. Although he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level, he made himself heard over the din. "How about ditching your boyfriend and going with me to the grove? I'd like to know you better-if you catch my drift."
Charmaine tinkled with laughter. "That would hardly be kind to Alex."
"Who cares? With what I've got packed in my swim trunks, you won't have need of him. Why settle for a substitution when a real man is available for the job?"
"Mmmmmmmmm." She looked him up and down. "Are you boasting?"
He nodded. "And proud of it."
Charmaine had a weakness for cocksure men. Tom struck her as an arrogant-and apparently equipped-individual. "No doubt, you could handle it ... but in all fairness, I believe I'll take a pass."
"Why?" His breath caressed her bare skin. "You'll only have me on your mind. You'll be thinking of my mouth on your pussy. You'll regret the orgasm you didn't have."
Charmaine pondered his message, yet withheld comment.
Tom assumed, from her protracted pause, she carefully weighed his proposal. Her mulling was viewed in a positive light. "Come on, baby," he muttered in a scratchy voice designed to puncture her determination. "Let's head for the grove. That's where the action is on Hedonia. We'll make the natives restless by what we do in the bushes."
Before she could answer him, Alex materialized through the fog. His jaunty, innocent demeanor negated all that Tom strove to achieve. "Perhaps another time."
Tom watched Alex advance through the herd. "Suit yourself, baby." He thumbed the outline of his erection. "It'll go to some lucky girl who could have been you."
Charmaine displayed indifference. "Whomever you choose shall have fun with it."
Tom, discontented, went off. Charmaine had politely refused him-an event that infrequently transpired.
She had his number. The next time, he'd make certain Alex didn't hamper her decision.
The mist had rolled in from the sea, blanketing the area and the couples populating it. Sex charged the atmosphere. The moon's glow, in addition to the twinkling stars, furnished partial illumination. Charmaine perceived the heavy wanting as she traipsed hand-in-hand with Alex. The tremor in his grip was highly prevalent.
Charmaine recognized several who had paired off from the bar. Slumped against a palm tree, a rugged blond stud with a tangled mane groaned. His swim trunks were yanked over his hips, revealing a thick, inviting cock. A brunette licked its bulbous dome. After several moments of her oral tease, he drove himself into her mouth. Charmaine's heartbeat accelerated while listening to his balls pelt the girl's chin.
"That's it," the man gasped. "Suck me. Oh, yeah. Pull on it with those hot lips."
The girl noisily clasped him. Her saliva dripped from his rigid dick. "Mmmmmmmm."
Charmaine squeezed Alex's hand, reflecting her excitement. He automatically returned the pressure. Quietly, they progressed the leafy corridor, careful not to disturb those feverishly occupied.
They stumbled upon a buxom redhead on all fours. A stud fed it to her from behind, another kneeled before her mouth. A third received manual satisfaction from her free hand. The sound of balls striking her buttocks followed by discernible clutching, accented his thrusts. The noisy slobber of her lips encompassing that outstretched cock inflamed Charmaine's senses. The skin of his cock accumulated before those clenched lips; his whole shaft was subsequently dragged into that slick void.
"Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
"Yes," another girl sobbed, concealed by foliage. The thicket rustled with movement. "Fuck me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me with that hard thing."
The clamor of a cock stroking a soaked pussy reverberated in the background. Whoever was getting fucked had been ready for it. Fiercely aroused, they overheard its deep, cumbersome slide-not to mention its juicy reception.
Charmaine thoroughly enjoyed playing spectator to the stimulated masses. Visually and audibly, the unraveling pleasure made her wet. The bottoms of her bikini became damp from each perusal. The choked sobs accentuated the blistering restlessness mounting in her loins.
The lush, private side of Hedonia glimmered before her. The exorbitant fare demanded of each visitor seemed irrelevant when one contemplated the enduring splendor found in these tropical environs.
Alex's shaken profile alluded to his internal commotion. Sporting a massive hard-on, Alex could no sooner conceal his arousal than he could avert his gaze. The strong possibility that a lump had lodged in his throat, disabling him of speech, crossed her mind. He walked in short, leaden steps-his long legs barely cooperating-before coming to a complete halt.
Charmaine noticed that he had focused upon a woman's head descending between a pair of female legs. The splintering light, mixed with shadows, revealed her vigorous tongue and its moist, pink target. She saw her beneficiary's lips separate under its zealous nudge. That resonant slurp titillated her. She licked that pussy without hesitation. The audience she drew presented no distraction, nor did it affect her appetite. She ceaselessly gulped those sugary fluids.
"Yeah," the recipient moaned. Her head aimlessly rolled from side to side. "Ohhhhhhh. Eat me, baby. Eat me good."
The girl's silken thighs quivered around her pleasurer's face. From Charmaine's vantage point, she was in another world, indulging herself in a secret whim. Charmaine thought nothing immoral about realizing a fantasy-indiscriminate of gender. Her earlier promise to Alex-consenting to divide him with another woman-dominated her reflections. She craved the sweep of a woman's tongue across her nipples and clit, and wanted to know the variance.
She regarded Alex. He stood, paralyzed with excitement. His thrill was transparent. The bulge in his swimsuit alerted her to his intensified lust.
Charmaine released his shaky hand and clasped his buttocks. He was startled by her sly cupping. She massaged his compact buns, weaving in and out of the crack. His throat bubble distinctly shifted. He leveled a dull gaze at the squirming women.
Taking the initiative, Charmaine propelled him. They approached the sheltered area where the two women dwelled. Alex mutely followed her lead. He appeared clueless to her intent.
When they were within a foot of the women, Alex stalled. In proximity, he saw that pussy getting lashed. The woman who attended her brazenly put it in her mouth and sucked its glistening flesh. He heard her lips rub its sodden surface, along with her grunt of satisfaction.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she purred.
Charmaine lightly prompted him with her fingertips. He resisted stepping forward and foisting himself upon them. His mature lover did not abort her effort to hurl him in the sexual fray. Her stimulating rotations across his buttocks were unshakable. Trembling, he watched the tangle of female flesh. Their whimpers drove him mad.
The girl sucking on the other's cunt suddenly halted. She glanced over her shoulder at Alex. A smile curved her juice-coated lips. She hotly centered upon his enlarged crotch. Slowly, she inched toward him, brandishing a hungry look.
Alex, swallowing roughly, could not elude her. Charmaine stood directly behind him, blocking his escape.
She crawled to him, her eyes riveted to his swollen front. Her hands nabbed his quivering buns. The girl smeared her pussy-nectar stained mouth over his prominent lump. She smudged not only his rigid shaft, but his tightly drawn sac. Her lips rippled over the fabric.
"Christ," Alex groaned, receiving a potent charge. "Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine held him at bay, forcing him to surrender to the girl's tense mouthing. His flexing buttocks rested in her fanned palm. She wanted Alex to partake of her oral artistry, and enjoyed witnessing it.
After subjecting him to several cock-nipping moments, the girl jerked his swimsuit over his hips. Alex's dick extended straight, bumping her chin. He groaned from the steam of her breath. His toes curled the second she attached her lips. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. She took him whole in several ravenous sucks. He descended her hot, delightful vacuum.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sobbed against his trapped flesh. She whisked up and down his stiff cock, gobbling it to the root. Her dainty hands framed his balls. The revolutions of her thumbs awakened every cell in his body.
Charmaine pushed him into the shadows-and that starved mouth. She pressed his ass, driving him into the girl's slobbering entrance. Throbbing, he reached across that wriggling tongue and delved into her throat.
"Yeah," he gasped. His knees almost buckled from the amount she took. The girl had no problem swallowing a cock of his size. Her lips streamed to his base, then wielded a gratifying clamp.
What ignited his passion most was the persistent brush of Charmaine's nails. His flesh tingled from the luxurious circles she sketched. Knowing she was in back, coaxing his submission, turned him on. That drooling orifice was an extension of her generosity.
Having successfully engineered his seduction, Charmaine signaled Alex to take his place among them. Yielding to her intoxicating scratch, he sank to his knees, then settled on his back. Without removing her sucking lips, his benefactor discarded his briefs. She obviously wished no interference when feeding upon him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Alex sharply exhaled as those lips descended his towering cock. She sucked him nonstop to the trunk.
No sooner had Charmaine consigned Alex to the salivating designs of that dick-sucking female, her partner rose to the occasion. Her sights were set on Charmaine. Both women, in their mid-twenties, did not distinguish between the sexes.
The wish to experience a female tongue was granted Charmaine. Not for the world would she miss venturing into that uncharted territory. Although Charmaine's orientation was largely heterosexual, taking part in a lesbian encounter genuinely fascinated her.
The bottom of her bikini came off with an expert twist. The light night breeze whipped at her bare snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Her aggressor-a classy blonde-ran her hand through Charmaine's exposed bush. Charmaine's blonde ringlets curled around her sifting digits. The girl's thumb partitioned the moist lips of Charmaine's cunt. Charmaine trembled as she repeatedly fingered her clit.
"Yes," Charmaine hissed. She began to trickle at her insistent twitch. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
The girl dipped into Charmaine's snatch with her tongue. Charmaine nearly lost equilibrium as it submerged in her pussy. That wriggling force took her by surprise. She hadn't contemplated such vivacity from a woman. Slow, savoring strokes comprised her expectation.
Charmaine slumped against a palm tree while the girl drank her tart seepage. Arching her spine, she aimed for soft, sucking lips. The girl pressed herself to Charmaine's snatch, drilling the constricted hole with her tongue. Wet, bubbling saliva spilled over her crotch-warmed by the girl's ardent gasps. Mindlessly, she fondled her head. The girl licked her fast, eager to get her off. Charmaine had no time for recovery-her dizzying assault left her weak.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," the blonde hummed against her cunt flesh. "Mmmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine writhed. Her wits were fogged by the oncoming pleasure. She surrendered to the girl's wild thirst. That young, unrelenting tongue demanded she peak.
Over to the side, she spotted Tom Thompson linking himself to a curvaceous brunette.
Doggie-style was position of choice. The girl's features vividly emulated splendor. Her eyes turned sightless in their sockets, her lips trembling, as Tom completed his rear entry. Their hips came together. When he withdrew, Charmaine saw his thick cock protrude from her gaping cunt lips. He returned to the bottom of her pussy with a sloppy crunch.
"Oh, God," she cried out when he sent it home. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Hmmmmmm, Charmaine briefly pondered. The men she had had weren't of his mass.
Tom watched Charmaine as he pumped the girl. His excitement stemmed from Charmaine's delirious submission. He yanked himself from the girl's clutching pulp to show Charmaine what could have been hers. Charmaine darted her gaze at his big dick, slick from penetration. Her aquamarine eyes sparkled while studying its awesome width. Tom, victoriously smug, plunged deep into the girl. Her squeal of joy was clearly heard through the darkness.
Charmaine threw her thighs apart with a sigh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. That tongue bathed her with foamy drool. The bubbles popping over the flaps of her pussy were promptly cleaned. The girl was utterly, ravenously, gulping her leakage. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Her exhilarating slurps provoked an abundant flow.
So, Tom silently mused, she liked it that way. Charmaine's random selection of playmates amazed him. He wasn't properly equipped to compete-but then, he would inevitably catch Charmaine's revolving fancy.
The girl he fucked would make him cum, but he predicted a tame orgasm. Had he stuck it to Charmaine, the earth would have rocked, the skies blazing with fireworks. He longed to climb between those fabulous legs of hers and create an unforgettable experience.
Older women were in his blood. He wanted Charmaine Tyler more than her jewels-more than all the wealth collectively hidden on the island.
Undulating in bliss, Charmaine welcomed the girl's serpentine contact. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She circled her clit, narrowing her revolutions, until finally converging on it. Her effective dash over that pulsing dot nearly precipitated a climax.
"Jesus, that feels good," she whispered. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Please, don't stop."
The girl had no such intention. She noisily sucked the juices from Charmaine's cunt.
Alex, swelling in the mouth of his partner, witnessed the girl's feast. Charmaine was galvanized with lust. Her body swayed to the rhythm of that snake-like tongue. The quality of head she received warranted those erratic movements.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he heard from between his legs. The lightheaded feeling followed. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
Alex threw his head back. "Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Suck that cock, baby. Suck it hard."
The redhead blowing him fought to contain his large dick. Her lips skidded back and forth, resourcefully claiming him. She tormented the immense vein of his shaft's underside. Her tickling lashes made him shake. Ahhhhhhhhh. He groaned from her moist, steady pull. She was determined to milk his jism. The urge to explode in her face grew stronger.
Seeing Charmaine getting eaten elevated that impulse. That blonde afforded his beautiful, older sweetheart a hot tonguing. She, too, was mesmerized by Charmaine's stunning sensuality.
The blonde's ass wiggled while she dove at Charmaine's snatch. A scorching idea crept into Alex's head. He crawled toward those spread thighs. The blonde, unaware of his plan, proceeded to gulp Charmaine's nectar. The redhead's mouth remained affixed to his cock; she was unwilling to relinquish her prize.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed against his saliva-coated member. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
Alex resisted its sapping power. Her squirming tip was sheer torture, but he managed.
That nest of blonde ringlets, soaked with dew, grew near. He lifted his face to that fragrant area. His tongue rose to split those sodden folds.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," the blonde gasped. Alex's tongue impaled her. She shuddered as he plunged into her saline warmth. He wriggled about for good measure. She buckled above his desirous stamina.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Alex groaned, tonguefucking her. "Mmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine saw Alex stationed between the blonde's legs, licking her snatch. The girl's features glowed. The warm air compressed from her lungs fanned her soaked pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The sections glazed with her spit sweetly tingled.
Seconds after his diving into her cunt, the blonde regained her reason. Her mouth returned to Charmaine's pussy, more ravenous than ever. Charmaine's thoughts scrambled as she resumed siphoning her juices.
Alex observed Charmaine shifting before that attentive tip. The blonde nourished her stupor. The swirling movement of her tongue controlled her physical happiness. Charmaine breathlessly deferred to its sinuous path.
The redhead blowing him grew restless.
Alex's stimulation had been diluted by the meal he made of the blonde. The sparkle of sucking his cock dulled.
Detaching her lips, she regarded his sinewy frame. A man of Alex's sturdy attributes was designed for riding. The dick she orally lavished would be of better service inside her pussy.
Eagerly, she straddled him. Alex seemed obvious to her plan. The cock that endured her oral lock would be surrounded in cunt. She opened her snatch with her fingers, then positioned herself above that bloated crown. Dropping an inch, she absorbed him in her cushiony warmth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Alex groaned, feeling hot squish devour him by degrees. The redhead sank onto his hard dick. "Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
The redhead twisted her hips, burying him to the hilt. His pulsations were strongly felt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Clamping his muscular thighs, she jammed herself tightly to his balls. They strained against her ass. There was no denying a man's presence in the midst of that quivering pulp. Ten inches of solid man occupied her cunt.
"Yeah," she whimpered, humping him. She concentrated on that tall shaft, knowing it would transport her where she wished to go.
"Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Rivulets of sweat poured from Alex's brow. He was trapped between her wet, clinging walls. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. That pussy squeezed him. The perspiration streamed down her body, gathering at her erect nipples. He shuddered as those salty drops splattered his chest.
"I love the way it feels in me," the redhead murmured. "It's so big-and goes so deep."
Alex submitted to her lusty gallop. Her damp pubes brushed his shaft before that juicy crack gobbled him whole. "Yeah," he groaned, trembling. "Fuck me, baby. Ride my cock."
Charmaine, aroused from Alex's untamed rapture, could delay her orgasm no longer. The blonde diligently whipped her into a lather. Her clit vibrated from her tortuous application. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She could do little else but cum. The need to spasm prevailed until that last, crippling slurp. She lost command of her vision.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Charmaine sputtered, pummeling the blonde's face with her snatch. "Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
The blonde cupped Charmaine's quivering butt cheeks, finishing her off. Guiding her seizure-ridden body to her mouth, she drank Charmaine's liquefied excitement. "Mmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Woozy from orgasm, Charmaine sloped against the palm tree. The blonde mopped the remnants of her trickling joy. She hungrily downed the errant drops of dew adhering to her cunt lips.
Charmaine reclaimed her awareness after several dazed moments. The redhead steadily humped Alex, rising and falling on his magnificent body. She interpreted his stolid expression as submerged ecstasy. Having gathered the girl's sumptuous ass, he lifted and dropped her on his cunt-splitting member. Alex's head swayed from left to right while he digested her binding sensations.
It relieved her to see Alex enjoying himself. She wanted her young lover to seek alternate partners and explore other options. At his age, variety was essential.
Turning to the blonde, she gestured for her to recline. The blonde, cognizant of her whim, acquiesced. Assuming a supine position on the grass, she spread her long, tanned legs. Charmaine gaped at those blonde wisps framing the pink arrangement of flesh. Eating pussy made the girl juicy. Her snatch glistened.
Charmaine knelt between those extended thighs. The obsession to lick that cunt gripped her. She lowered her tongue to her pussy. The blonde moaned as she pinned back her wet borders, then sluggishly traced them.
"Yes," the blonde whimpered. "Clean me."
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Charmaine loved her flavor-a tangy syrup that thrilled her taste buds. She took another serving, relishing its zest. The ooze Charmaine dispatched had been inspired by the girl's recent meal. She responded to Charmaine's gratified sobs. The dribble from her pussy resulted from her winded appreciation.
Charmaine sensed Tom Thompson's unblinking stare. He derived fascination from her erotic undertaking. The heat of his gaze scorched her writhing backside.
Without looking at him, she filled her mouth with cunt. If he insisted on watching, she planned to give him a memorable show.
The blonde moved like fire beneath her sucks. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Eat me. Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Jam it in my cunt."
Charmaine complied. Spearing into that tight hole, she discovered its candied abundance. Those natural sugars dissolved on her tongue. Mmmmmmmmmm. Her tempo caused the blonde to stir, then gasp. She enjoyed making her moan with her slippery caress.
"More," the blonde pleaded. "Ohhhhhhhhh. More. Eat my pussy. Yeah."
Cradling her ass, Charmaine took her nourishment. The blonde oozed on her slick tongue. She fiercely sucked her cunt. Mmmm.
She particularly loved all that youthful energy fighting against her, resisting her oral magnetism.
Slurping her clit proved the most thrilling stage. She attacked it in the same fashion others had hers: a circular massage that tapered to that throbbing button. Then, there was no desertion from that pulsing center. She licked her hard and fast, driving her to that steep, delicious edge.
"Oh, God," the blonde sobbed. Her slender thighs shook around Charmaine's face. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Christ. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Alex watched the blonde cum. Seeing her eyes illuminate was enough to pull his trigger. The redhead's excursion on his cock neared its end, too.
Charmaine took her gush of honey in one draught. The girl's furious response turned her on.
Fresh from delivering that gut-wrenching orgasm, Charmaine drifted next to Alex. The blonde's pussy drenched her breath. Just as Alex spewed his load into the redhead's cunt, she descended upon his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, kissing his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth so that he could sample her new taste. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
Alex groaned, numb with pleasure. He flooded the redhead's pussy with jism Charmaine explored his mouth while he spent himself. The aroma of pussy accentuated his orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine purred in contentment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Selena Clark took a moment to sip her glass of Dom Perignon while in the party-sized shower. The bottle sat outside the stall in a bucket of ice. Rock music reverberated through the tiled room from a portable CD player. Under the spray, Dan Rowenski and Michelle Peterson lingered in a steamy embrace. Dan luxuriated in devouring Michelle's lush, stirring lips. He availed himself to a handful of that symmetrical ass while enfolding her.
Dan, approximately twenty-five years their senior, easily managed their combined talents. A six-foot man of robust health, he kept himself deliciously fit. Michelle rejoiced at the brawny chest against which her round tits were flattened. His heavy matting snared her revolving nipples. Dan possessed the thick, sensual features attributable to his Polish heritage. His high forehead and bald spot did not mar their virile perception of him-nor did the slight paunch he sported. His eight-inch cock, with the diameter of a beer can, principally attracted them. Neither could keep their hands away from it.
At the moment, Michelle had free reign. The luscious blonde pressed herself against his muscular frame. Her light fur mingled with Dan's dark thatch. His plump organ squashed against her stomach. Dan's enormous hands roamed Michelle's delicate form, sampling her firmness. That giant thumb was indicative of his size.
Selena set her champagne glass on the side shelf and went to Dan. His compact buns kindled a fierce passion in her. She hugged herself to his backside, dragging her nipples from his shoulder blades to his flexing buttocks. Ohhhhhhh. She detected his tremors. Dan heatedly responded to the whisk of her pointed nubs.
"I want some, too," she whispered to Michelle. "You're monopolizing him."
Her associate kneaded his bone-stiff shaft. That big dick overshadowed her dainty fist. "He's got enough to satisfy us both."
Selena skimmed through his bristly carpet to access his nipples. Rubbing those solid tips, she effected a rousing pattern. "You greedy bitch. You'll drain him before I get my turn."
Dan swallowed roughly. "I can handle you both."
"We don't want to tire you out," Michelle teased. "Two horny girls might be a bit much for a man your age."
He gestured to his cock. "Keep it hard-and let me worry about the rest."
"Hmmmmmmmmm," she murmured. "I like that idea."
Dan cupped the top of her head and pushed down. Michelle went down on her knees in front of him. His big, meaty cock jutted in her face. Pursing her lips, she seized that immense bulb. Dan leaned into her mouth, feeding her some length. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Loosening her jaws, she accepted his gift. Adjusting to that swollen mass, she greedily sucked.
"That's right," he groaned, increasing her intake with a jerk of his hips. "Suck. Oh, yeah. Suck." He watched it disappear in her face.
Dan was in all his glory. That an old crock like him could land two excellent babes and do them in the shower inflated his ego. He bore no resemblance to a movie star, but had an exceptional tool. They cooed when he whipped it out-and became quite possessive. He chuckled over their dramatics. Their grappling made him rock-hard.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Michelle expertly mouthed him. The girl was no stranger to men of his proportions. Those lips widened to accommodate his width. Those blue pupils focused on him while she gorged herself. Their dull, moist cast alluded to her surfeit.
Michelle ejected his rigid cock a moment later. Boosting her tits, she sandwiched that monster in her velvety cleft. His rich pulsations delighted her. He was a man she wished to make happy.
Water splashed over her aroused body. Veering back, she rinsed her blonde mane in the downpour. Beads formed on her pillowy breasts before running into her cleavage.
Michelle smashed her tits to that cock and commenced rubbing it. Her nipples, protruding upward, winked at Dan. She wanted him to see those vivid points.
Selena, not to be upstaged, nuzzled Dan. She traversed hair-covered muscle and groped sinew. She palmed his nipple. Her fingers cruised the forest that topped his chest. He shuddered when her digits danced across his abdomen. To clinch his pleasure, she got on her tip toes, fastened her mouth to the base of his neck and applied suction. She exercised caution in leaving no marks. Dan's wife was at the bar, being charmed by a circle of studs. Selena instructed that unit to deliver a stream of rum-laced beverages to her table.
"Doesn't it feel good to be bad?" she whispered in Dan's ear before licking it.
Groaning, he nodded.
Michelle stroked his cock with her tits. Her satiny skin offered delicious friction. His knob turned a purplish hue. Her flesh enveloped him like a sponge, tugging his tightly drawn skin.
Extending her tongue, Michelle slurped his cock bulb. His immediate shiver encouraged her. Crushing him in that saturated groove, she alternately caressed and kissed his hard dick.
"Do you like being fucked by a pair of tits?" Selena huskily asked. To accentuate his pleasure, she pinched his ass. "Is it nice to be smothered by those boobs?"
"Christ," he grunted. Her tweak produced an electrical current that zipped to his toes.
Selena aggravated him further. She ran a finger along his crack, leisurely finding his anus. Dan shivered against her probe. She gave the illusion of wanting to cornhole him-though that was far from her objective.
"Suck his dick," Selena commanded Michelle. She fondled Dan's biceps. "Take him down your throat."
Michelle removed his engorged cock from its berth. Dan, ferociously swollen, went smoothly into her mouth. Her zigzagging tongue slapped froth to the bottom of his shaft. She made it halfway, pausing to collect her breath. Her lips buzzed against his skin. Spittle dribbled from her clasped borders.
"Oh, yeah," Selena taunted. Her nails grazed his trembling buttocks. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Suck him, baby. Suck that big cock."
Dan denied Michelle the opportunity to finish. Retreating a step, he yanked his dick from her mouth. Excess saliva coursed down her chin. Strands of spit bridged from his bulbous tip to her quivering lips.
He spun on his heel and confronted Selena. She continued to tantalize him like a vixen, flashing her dark eyes. Dan backed her against the tiled wall. She panted before him, anxious for her taste. Michelle had had him much too long; Selena wanted her share.
The spray turned cold, the hot water exhausted. Icy needles splattered Selena. Ohhhhhhhhh. She sensed she was about to get something unforgettable-eight inches of masculine authority, directed at her pussy.
Dan closed in on her. He lifted her thigh with his large, imposing hand. Her cunt opened, prepared to take him. The juices that made penetration possible spurted from her sodden core. Slowly, he eased himself into that luscious crack.
"Oh, God," Selena moaned, receiving that wide, solid shaft. Her ass gyrated against the ceramic squares. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Dan shut his eyes during communication. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Selena was hot, tight-crushing him. Her fingers dug into his ass while he fit himself to the stump. He savored her push. Selena, adapting to his breadth, ground her damp folds to his tunneling shaft. She squealed with joy when he smashed his balls to her inner thighs.
"Yeah," Selena whimpered, encasing him. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh." She moved to and fro, surrounding his probing member with tickling mush. The squeaking sounds of pussy meeting cock echoed in the shower.
"Take me," he groaned. That snatch swallowed him whole. Those drenched lips no longer hesitated at the midway point; they coasted evenly over his throbbing bulk. He perceived that young woman's willingness to immerse him. His dick pulsated in that warm, binding pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Take all of me."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Michelle, sitting on the shower floor, watched them fuck. Dan stuffed himself into that expanded muff. Selena's clasping folds hemmed that rooted mass. Their collective moan titillated her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. A highly charged scene unfolded before her steadfast gaze.
Unable to contain the sensations that bubbled inside, Michelle fingered her clit. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She jiggled while studying that cunt-splitting thing. Selena's translucent eyes and ringed lips launched her visual enjoyment. Her guttural delight bounced off the walls. She could well-imagine the agreeable friction, in addition to the thrill of enclosing that ample stalk. Dan jammed his thriving flesh between those slim legs. Selena's disorientation gave her the shivers. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Michelle yearned for that fat cock to explore her sensitive pussy.
Michelle rearranged herself behind Dan. The aroma of Selena's pumped snatch wafted. She heard Dan cramming himself into that wet hole. The soft pelt of his balls caught her attention.
"Oh, God," Selena cried when assimilating him. Stale air whistled through her clenched teeth. Dan's thrusts caused stars to twinkle around her eyes. She hugged herself to his man's body, pleading for more. Dan reared back and delivered a toe-curling wallop. His cock felt incredible in her pussy; it stroked her to ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Michelle groped Dan's tensing buns. She instantly understood his joy of her touch. Her feathery contact did not hinder him. He continued to sink into her sucking warmth. Each lunge seemed to bring Selena closer to release. She wept ecstatically as he boned her.
Enfeebled by overwhelming lust, Michelle ran her tongue over Dan's balls. She licked the sweat from his strained pouch. Mmmmmmm. His subsequent shudder propelled her. She found evidence of Selena on his tight skin. Her juices were incorporated with his individual taste. Michelle slavered over that sugary proof. Mmmmmmmmmm. Sweat mixed with cunt constituted a pleasing refreshment.
She did not restrict her lapping to those firm testicles. Michelle slobbered the wedge of him protruding from Selena's pussy. She also moistened the tenacious lips that wrapped Dan. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Selena screamed with pleasure. Her darting tip afforded heightened stimulation.
Dan hesitated when Michelle's slurps overpowered him. The tongue that tormented his main vein now washed his balls. Ahhhhhhhhh. Tingles surged through his body. His knees threatened to buckle beneath the ascending luxury.
He didn't wish to quickly erupt; he wanted to stay hard long enough to get the blonde off. That flickering tip deserved a reward.
Selena moaned with frustration against the tiled wall. He regarded those dark, glossy eyes. She needed only a little more jamming. He almost made her peak.
Swallowing heavily, he jerked through her pussy. He attempted to discount Michelle's vigorous swirl to accomplish his goal.
Dan was going to please these babes like no young man could. They lacked patience in effectively using their equipment.
He rammed into Selena, keeping his pace steady. She cried out from his brisk cadence. Rotating his palms over her rock-hard nipples, he accented her bliss. He peered into those sightless eyes. Selena whimpered as he sliced into her pussy.
"It's okay," he muttered, smacking that soft pubis. "It's here. Yeah. It's right here."
Selena, gulping, scratched his buttocks.
From Michelle's perspective, Dan's animal thrusts seemed to be hurting Selena. Her contortions supported that belief. When inspecting the section where they were joined, however, she noted the slippery proof on his cock. Her perfumed drippage erased that misunderstanding.
Selena abandoned herself to Dan. That hard thing he drove into her cunt awakened every conceivable cell. She savored her luscious ascent. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. That back and forth rhythm, smashing into her quivering pulp, electrified Selena.
Dan watched, as well as experienced, her answer to his lunge. Her grip on his cock was unfaltering. She intermittently loosened and tightened around him. Ahhhhhhhh. Cum stirred in his balls. He managed, however, to cup the flow. No, he wanted Selena to climax-wildly and without recourse.
He shoved himself at her, causing her ass to smack the tiles. His balls thumped her. The light dawned in those dark eyes, her breath swelling her bosom.
"Yeah," he grunted, spearing her faster and faster. "Come on. Now."
Selena grazed him with her nails. The snowballing pleasure instigated that reflex.
"Oh, God," she wept, shuddering with orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh." She shook hard, losing control. Dan catapulted her into the stratosphere. She couldn't digest the sensations fast enough. He left her numb and tingling. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Dan pulled out, dribbling with her slick oils. Her riddling afforded him enormous satisfaction. Those ripe, glaring nipples seized his attention. He gave each a lingering pinch.
His tweak nearly overloaded her circuits. Her contractions, compounded by those abrupt nips, intensified the moment. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Dan left her shaking against the wall and turned to her girlfriend.
"Yes," Michelle panted, springing to her feet. Her eyes sparkled when regarding his cock. "I want it."
Clasping her slim waist, he wheeled her about. Those mouth-watering buns were his for the taking. They swiftly separated and anticipated his entrance. "It's all yours, baby," he grunted before stabbing her crevice. In and out of that pussy, he went. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. All of it."
"Jesus," she moaned, focusing on that heated intensity. Dan crammed himself deeply in that sticky receptacle, devoid of mercy. Her pussy bulged with his monstrosity. Michelle, heated by his startling dispatch of Selena, required no delicacy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. Don't hold back. Do whatever you want. I'm yours, baby."
Her frenzied cries excited him. He hauled that ass to him, prying apart its succulent layers. His enjoyment of young pussy was etched clearly in his features. He wanted her to know the pleasure only an experienced older man could offer.
Selena's finally regained her equilibrium after a breathless struggle. Dan sent her careening into orbit-a nonstop trip to the far reaches of seventh heaven. Whew! Fucking an older man supplied more fun than she initially assumed. She hardly expected that spurt of energy-that startling bombardment. Her pussy ached. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Although making her sore, he compensated her with a teeth-clenching orgasm. Her body continued to hum.
The water turned to ice. Stinging needles pelted her flesh. Selena had no desire to let the falling temperature cool her. While Dan boisterously pumped Michelle, she quietly slipped away. Toweling herself dry, she glimpsed their connected figures through the glass door. Dan paid no notice of her exit. His concentration was solely on Michelle.
Selena ventured through Dan's bungalow. Other than the sobs coming from the bathroom, the quarters were peaceful.
Just as she rounded the corner, John Raftery walked from the closet, bearing a satchel. Grinning, he patted it.
"Did you get everything?" she calmly asked.
"Only the items I wanted: his wife's jewels, his Rolex watch, some rare coins. It's unbelievable what people bring with them on vacation." He paused, taking notice of Selena's discolored nipples. Enlarged and pointed, he stared at them. Her disheveled appearance spawned some dark ideas. "Did he fuck you?"
"Didn't you hear us?"
He overlooked her broad smile. "Was it good?"
Alert to the craving in his voice, she nodded. "I'm going back for more." No doubt, her state of undress aroused him. She peeked at his crotch and spotted the distended lump. John outgrew his swimsuit. His dick protruded from the side.
He followed her gaze. In a flash, he captured her hand and placed it over his crotch. The heat of his erection scorched her palm. "Will this do for now?"
"Oh, wow." She squeezed that solid development. Its palpitations drove her wild. Ohhhhhh. John was a veritable stallion. Concern impregnated her thoughts. "Perhaps we'd better not. He might hear us. We can't risk discovery."
"He won't if your mouth is full."
"No," Selena choked. She couldn't remove her hand. Manipulating that beast thrilled her. "Please, John. I've got to get back."
Neglectful to her plea, he whipped it out. Her protest died in her throat. Ten inches of excitement jutted at her. He clasped the back of her head and steered her glistening lips to its tip. Her breath fanned its mushroomed shape before heat and moisture closed over it. "Ahhhhhhhhh. Good girl."
Cum and run, John thought. He couldn't wait until news of their robberies hit Debbie.
The next to suck his dick would be her!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You know, I could really get used to a tropical lifestyle," Alex broached. "Does anything else really matter when you've got the sun, sand, ocean?"
"I believe there's an omission in your statement," Charmaine mused. "Frankly, a major exclusion."
They cuddled in bed. He turned on his side. In the candlelit glow, Charmaine gave him an appetite. Her lustrous fall of blonde hair caressed her bare shoulder. The flame danced in those aquamarine pupils. He wanted to devour those sensuous lips. Her nipples looked very suckable. Mmmmmmmmmm. He labeled her a hot, delicious woman. "That goes without saying."
She contemplated his remark. "I suppose I wouldn't mind an uncomplicated existence. The office grates on my nerves. The stress of making good investment choices for each of my clients has worn me down. Banishing it from my daily routine wouldn't be altogether bad-except that I would forfeit the luxuries to which I've grown accustomed."
"If you lived on an island like Hedonia, your expenses would be less."
She rolled her eyes at him. "I beg your pardon. This trip has cost me a small fortune. The air fare alone was astronomical. The lodging, per diem, could drive a person into indentured servitude."
"I didn't say we had to stay here," he amended. "Somewhere with a comparable climate would suit me fine."
"I detect a 'Me Tarzan, You Jane' angle." She nibbled on his ear. "Is that what you were thinking? Running about in a fig leaf while I attach strategically placed oyster shells and prance about in a grass skirt?"
A wide grin formed. "You're making me horny."
Charmaine looked favorably upon her paramour. Alex lived in a fantasy world, painting an innocent scene that consisted of all the elements germane to that existence. If only life could be that simplistic. "Enjoy it while it lasts, honey. Our week is nearly over. We return to civilization on Saturday."
"Bummer."
"All good things must come to an end. Hedonia was a stopping post-high-priced, but fun."
He sighed. "I wish we could turn back the clock and start over. We've barely scratched the surface of this island. Let's do a little exploring on our own. I understand there's a torch-lit cave that has an underwater stream."
"Ha. You want to go just to do naughty things behind those stalagmites."
"You're reading my mind."
"We have a perfectly cozy room, replete with air-conditioning, a king-sized bed and a private bar-and you want to get your rocks off in a cave?"
"Where's your sense of adventure-and romance?"
Alex looked far too scrumptious for her to ignore. Rendezvousing with her twenty-one-year-old lover had been sinfully festive. Having that young, eager body beside her made all the difference. The sex, invariably spectacular, was merely part of it. Alex's whimsical nature enhanced its quality. Her days in a tropical setting had been most fulfilling.
She brushed his lips and traced his jaw. His hand closed over her ass. Its press induced her to sob. Ohhhhhhhhh. His fingers delved into malleable flesh.
Alex slowly detached his mouth and trailed kisses down her neck and across her breasts.
She trembled as his tongue circled her areolae. Lines of bubbly moisture were drawn on her satin skin. He engaged her nipple with a lavish slurp. One saliva-rich stroke followed another. She stiffened beneath his oral caress.
"Yes," she whispered, running her fingers through his long, blond hair. Alex's compulsion with satisfying her manufactured adrenaline. She had innumerably witnessed how her unfolding rapture ignited his lust. He gauged his appetite by her response; the more strongly she reacted, the more fierce his. arousal. He enjoyed transporting her to a shaken state before taking his pleasure.
Alex gathered her tits, aligning the pointed tips. He generously lashed them, fluttering over their stiff ends. One fervent swoop was succeeded by another.
Ohhhhhhhhhh. Charmaine writhed. Joy shafted through her body.
His mouth captured her erect nub. Hot suction followed. His tongue swerved around the trapped section while spittle oozed from his tingling pucker.
Charmaine dug her heels into the mattress. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She moaned from his slippery pull. She could feel his love in the suck he vented. Her body nourished his affection. He centered himself upon gratifying her.
While sucking her tit, his hands investigated her curves. He grazed her smooth skin, using the lightest touch. His fingertips swirled over her silken planes as though encountering them for the first time. His tender approach illustrated his worship of her. Charmaine could clearly see the depth of his adoration.
At length, his mouth separated from her rock-hard nipple. He repeated that sucking torture on the other. Drawing the pink cap between his lips, he hungrily greeted it.
Charmaine twisted beneath his fervent vise. She shivered at his ticklish revolutions. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Back and forth, then over that inflated tip he went. That tongue knew her every convulsive spot. He memorized her erogenous zones and traversed them to advantage.
She ascertained the want in his grope. The gyration of his thumbs, the sweep of his fingers, illuminated that thought. Alex, who regularly subscribed to lingering contact, mastered the art of manipulation. Touching, in his book, comprised the foundation of his technique. He loved running his fingers over her, summoning waves of desire. Every cell was awakened by his trailing digits. Physical communication was religiously celebrated. Alex longed to uncover her secret regions, where her chills originated.
By the time he lifted his mouth from her erect nipple, Charmaine was crazed. Her pussy oozed. Goose bumps spread across her flesh.
Alex whiffed her hot yearning. Her trickle was palpable. He dragged his blond mane over her prickled skin, exhaling sharply. As he neared her muff, she crimped her toes. The anticipation of feeling his tongue delve into her sugary pulp sped her heart.
"I want you so bad, I can taste it," he whispered.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Alex opened her with his tongue. He divided the furry lips, then sank into her clutching warmth. Mmmmmmm. Charmaine's nectar spouted at his nudge. He gulped that tart seepage as it gurgled to the top. Fastening his lips to her cunt flesh, he gorged himself.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Charmaine wept. Her hips rose and fell, framing his thirsty expression. She trembled as he imbibed her fresh torrent. Cupping his head, she fed him her saline secretions. "Yes, baby. Eat some more. Ohhhhhhhhh. Drink from my cunt."
Alex growled with delight. He licked those pink folds clean. Her clit stiffened under his prevailing sweep. Mmmmmmm. He leisurely flicked that button, savoring her myriad expressions. Charmaine loved to be licked. She lit up beautifully when his tongue delved into her pussy. Her big tits shifted pendulously. Her lips formed a round, tremulous circle. The squeals she uttered induced him to rub his stiff cock against the bed. He wanted to jerk off into the sheets listening to those soft, female sighs.
"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes." The exhilaration rose through her body, flooding every vessel. Her splendor ran deep. She peered down her front. Alex's blue eyes were glued to her expression while he fed. His hair dusted her naked flesh. He noisily lapped her cunt-some of the sounds purposely exaggerated. His provoking tip enabled her juiciness. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She shoved herself at that salivating orifice, beseeching him to glut himself.
While Charmaine basked in Alex's mouth, a pair of envious eyes stood watch through the blinds. Jealousy ate at Tom Thompson's stomach lining. Shaking uncontrollably at the window, he longed to be situated between those silky thighs. At the brink of climax, he wanted to mount her and work the pussy he ate. He ached to slide into that pussy, jamming it full.
Christ, he wanted to fuck her.
Sexy was the adjective that leaped to his mind when pondering Charmaine. The woman obsessed him. She was emblematic of all things erotic. He intuitively knew she would be the best piece of ass he ever had.
Tom examined the size of Alex's cock when he flipped over. The guy might have a big one, but Tom was convinced Charmaine would love his. Tom believed himself more physically appealing, plus felt his take-charge attitude would thrill her to a higher degree.
Charmaine arched her spine while Alex's head frantically ducked. Scooping her ass, Alex plunged his face between her legs. His chin pressed her crotch. Tom saw the flare of tongue. Charmaine went into a swoon. She obviously couldn't handle much more. Her electrical circuits were about to short.
Oh, yeah, Tom thought, stroking himself. He pressed the bulge protruding from his swim trunks. She looked so hot, creaming like that.
Charmaine thrashed about, then went still. Alex remained attached, presumably to clean the gushing ooze.
Tom's fists clenched, his knuckles were white. Damn! He wanted some.
Having sufficiently tormented himself, Tom tore away from the window. He would get his chance. He overheard them. Tomorrow, they planned a journey in the cave.
He had no worry of Alex. People occasionally got lost in that maze of corridors, separated from their friends. The bend at the rear of the cavern was particularly treacherous. A person could accidentally stumble into a pit and not be found for hours-or longer. Tom smirked.
CHAPTER NINE
The calls began to filter to her. Debbie Anderson wasn't sure if those reporting the thefts had genuine claims. It seemed inconceivable that valuables would suddenly disappear from the individual vaults-yet the reports trickled in with nauseating regularity.
"My diamonds are missing," a guest notified, "and my husband's watch."
"I went to fetch my emerald bracelet," another lamented, "but it was gone."
"How could my gold coin collection simply vanish?" a third snapped. "That door's been locked since my arrival Saturday."
Debbie listened to each account with mounting dread. Never, in her experience, had Hedonia suffered such calamity. The safes in each cabin were of the finest quality. Furthermore, the state-of-the-art alarm system her father insisted upon installing should have tripped any unwanted visitors.
Debbie's first step in determining culpability was to review her computer records. She consulted the database of all her current guests. If the felonies had recently occurred, she presumed the person had come to Hedonia for the first time. She paged through screen after screen of names with which photos were attached. None struck her as potential criminals.
When her efforts failed to yield fruit, she summoned John Raftery. If a robber was on the premises, John should have been on top of the situation before the second looting had been committed.
"It's as much a surprise to me," he admitted after being told. "When did these situations occur?"
Debbie related the three events reported. "I pray that's the extent of them. We can't afford to let this thing get out of control. The media exposure could be brutal. Our regulars might be unforgiving if the case isn't solved and the culprit soon apprehended."
John concealed his delight. More than three burglaries had been committed; some purely escaped detection. As far as isolating those incidences so that others didn't transpire, Debbie was sadly mistaken. Before the week was through, few would leave the island unscathed.
For the moment, he put on a serious front.
"I'm concerned, Debbie."
She wrung her hands. Mentally, she was in shambles. No matter how desperately she attempted to refocus, she could not let go of this catastrophe. "I suppose it's ridiculous to panic. Whoever stole those objects could have fled the island. We may suffer no further reoccurrence."
John had never seen her so rattled. The haughty redhead who spurned his advances appeared radically distraught. Her change of tune elated him. "Perhaps we ought to inform your father."
Debbie instantly shook her head. News of vandalism would not bode well with Frank Anderson. His confidence in Debbie overseeing the island's management would predictably be shaken. "I want to investigate this matter privately, and will require your assistance."
"You've got it."
"Question the heads of staff-discreetly, of course. I want no one alarmed. It's feasible an employee has witnessed something uncommon."
"I'll attend to it immediately."
Debbie gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks, John. I knew I could count on your support."
Her vulnerable state aroused him. He was curious as to the extent of her gratitude. Debbie's solicitation of his aid enabled him to rekindle their defunct romance. That voluptuous body in his horny clutches, acquiescent of his every caprice, sparked the embers of a fantasy. "I've always been here for you, Deb."
A wan smile graced her lips. "I really appreciate that, John." She returned to her computer monitor, unobservant of his designs.
John placed his hands on her shoulders, then commenced a soothing massage. The strength in his fingers elicited a moan. He maintained a harmonious flow. "You're much too tense, Deb. I can feel knotted muscle."
She closed her eyes and submitted to his kneading process. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
He eyed her jutting breasts stretching the cups of her bikini to capacity. Debbie had sensational cleavage. He silently recounted their night in heaven when she had surrendered to him. Sweltering, she had clung tenaciously to him. Her legs were wrapped securely to his waist, her shrieks piercing. That sweet pussy milked him for all he was worth.
John yearned to turn back the clock and reinstate that addiction. He had never reconciled himself to her abrupt detachment. If Debbie gave him a reassuring sign that such a thawing was possible, he would put an immediate halt to the burglaries.
In caressing Debbie's shoulders, he became swollen. Reversing the flood of blood to his cock was impracticable. He had waited far too long to touch her. The silkiness of her skin, the recognition of her heat overwhelmed his senses. Ahhhhhhhhhh. His dick got bigger and bigger, bulging in his swimsuit.
The impulse to press himself to her cheek surfaced. He reasoned that if Debbie was refamiliarized with his equipment, her resistance might dissolve.
Debbie, however, ended her reverie. "That'll be enough, John. We've got work to do." Her shoulders jarred from his reach.
John clenched his teeth. Cutting that current wasn't easily accomplished. The demands of his body needed to be answered. His heart pounded in his chest. Lust screamed inside him. "Deb, please-"
The old haughtiness returned. "Do you have a hearing problem? We're struck with a disaster that requires immediate resolution."
He clasped her shoulders again, then coaxed her to turn. He watched those emerald pupils center upon his significant growth. The vivid outline of his cock and balls made her blink.
"I want you," he croaked.
She was devoid of emotion. "No. That would be a complete mistake. We had our affair, and ended it."
"Tom ended it. I wanted us to continue."
"I'm uninterested in resurrecting the past. I deluded myself into believing chemistry was enough. I'm a lot smarter."
Bitch! he silently fumed. She had no need of him as a man. His technical experience was the extent of his worth in her estimation.
"We must get on with our work," she calmly stated. "There's much to do."
"Sure, Deb," he muttered, swallowing his contempt. "Whatever you say."
John did not adhere to Debbie's command for expedition. Instead, he invited a redhead, who bore a striking resemblance to his employer, to his place. Ginger Moore had had the hots for him since her first day on Hedonia. She made it abundantly clear that he merely do nothing more than whistle, and she would answer his call.
Carrying out a fantasy he reserved for that militant bitch took possession. John punched the sequence of numbers that put him in touch with the shapely masseuse. He wanted to purge the venom that fueled his veins. Ginger seemed ideally qualified for the task.
She appeared at her doorstep, diaphanously attired. The staff embraced a dress code that displayed flesh in abundance. Ginger, exemplifying their fashion statement, arrived in a French cut bikini. The most crucial areas of her voluptuous figure had minute coverage. Little more than strings with patches overlaid those parts.
"Did you remember to look me up in your black book?" she teased, strutting her stuff.
John surveyed her curves. Ginger created a sensation among the tourists. Many vied for private sessions with her magic fingers. He neglected to secure her for his conspiracy and somewhat regretted that oversight. She would have made a sumptuous addition.
Besides, she would have done anything he asked.
"I had you specifically in mind just for tonight," he quietly commented.
"Oh?" She brushed against him. Her tits grazed his chest. "What did you have in mind?"
His voice dropped an octave. "First, chuck those duds. I want to see all of you."
"I like the way you think."
John watched the cups descend from those big tits. Lush, pink nipples protruded-pleading for a suck. He declined their invitation. Ginger peeled her bottoms with seductive flair. He swallowed roughly at the red fluff between her thighs. Visions of Debbie swam through his head. He wished she was performing that striptease rather than her substitute.
Ginger looked expectantly at him. "How about getting naked, too?"
His arms hung loosely at his sides. "Want to do it for me?"
"With pleasure."
Not the bashful type, Ginger hooked his elastic band. Vibrantly, she tugged his suit over his hips. John was only semi-erect; had it been Debbie, his cock would have waved in her face. Seeing him at half-mast did not disappoint her. She took what was available in her fist.
"Let's get you in working order," she murmured, stroking it. Though slack, the skin of his dick gave forth a pleasurable tickle. "Mmmmmmmm. I can feel how much you're enjoying that. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah. Let's make it nice and big."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh." He stood before Ginger, trembling from her spirited clasp. He continued to yearn for Debbie, but that desire receded as her masturbation took precedence. His cock doubled in size, rising steadily through her grip. Her gentle palming provoked an erection.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "You're ready to fuck." After one last caress, she released his dick. It swayed in the air, independent of her support.
John picked up a condom from the table. "Slip this on for me."
She arched her brow and anchored a hand to her hip. "Don't you want to really feel me?"
"It's specially lubricated for rear entry."
The color rose in her cheeks. "You're going to fuck me in the ass?"
His long dick jutted thickly, awaiting interaction. He motioned to it. "What's the matter? Don't think you can handle it?"
Ginger's lips curved. "Sure." She put it over his domed head, then wrapped his impressive length. The white, sticky sheath that enclosed him stretched to assume its imposing dimensions. Mmmmmmmm. She foresaw delectation in taking him up the butt.
He gestured to the bed. "Lay on your stomach and spread your legs."
She made a show of sliding over the sheets. Those undulating cheeks made a mouthwatering target. Propped high, she baited him. "Come get it."
John leaned over Ginger. Debbie's face became superimposed. For a fleeting moment, he was led to believe his elusive boss would consummate his pleasure. Watching Debbie moan while he stuck it in her ass fueled his imagination. The mere thought of her submitting to him in such a fashion made him ramrod stiff.
She wagged her ass. "It's there to fill. Slide in, baby, and give Ginger a ride."
John pressed into that wrinkled opening. The soft flesh gave way to the tension he exerted. It gradually enveloped him. His cock bulb sank into that steamy clutch.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Ginger sighed.
He probed her anus in degrees. As he pushed, her baking heat permeated his groin. Ginger offered some resistance. He pushed harder, progressing through her dark pulp. Ahhhhhhhhh. The rest of him sank into that narrow channel. His balls settled on those heart-shaped cheeks.
"Yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes and swallowing. "Yeah."
Ginger shifted and moaned. John fully opened her. His cock virtually split her in two. She reeled from that packed feeling. Rocking her hips, she aggressively took John. His shaft charged in and out of her rectum. Ohhhhhhhh. She fanned her fingers over the linens, then fit herself tightly against his body. He jammed himself deep into her asshole. Ginger savored the crushing strain of a man throbbing in her butt.
John clamped her mound and dragged those squirming buns flush with his groin. He buried it in her seat, deep and wide. Oh yeah. That asshole vibrated around him, gobbling him to the root. The rubber he wore facilitated penetration. Its gummy surface enabled him to coast into that tight crack. He plowed through it, groaning, then yanked all but his bloated head from its tremulous grip. The faster he went, the more ecstatic Ginger's expression.
She appeared to thoroughly enjoy his pumping.
"God," she whimpered, thrashing on her elbows and knees. "There's so much of you, baby. So much fucking cock-crammed in my ass. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
John was insensitive to her cries. Although he took care in not hurting her, his body functioned of its own accord. His cock hungrily dove into her butthole, seeking its gratifying embrace.
Psychologically, he toggled between Ginger's ecstatic expression and Debbie's. He recalled how the latter responded to him. Debbie liked a grade of roughness. The animal aspect of her character emerged only in the heat of passion.
The prophylactic dulled some of the thrill of being immersed in a woman, yet he derived a respectable amount of friction. He reviewed the scene before him: his cock protruded from her ass, the sheath reaching close to his stem, and his balls were exposed. Ginger's butt cheeks shook as he shafted them. The unprotected section of his cock rubbed her anus as he dipped into it. He stuffed himself so fiercely into her rump, his balls ballooned around her slot.
Some women did not care for anal penetration, but Ginger was not one of them. She relished his deep-seated probe. His cock roused unrealized sensations that hastened her breathing. Even in its protective wrap, she discerned his beat. His excitement of exploring her ass was felt.
"I'm going to cum," John groaned, switching his tempo. That rigid thing plunged quicker into her rear receptacle. Her asshole caught and disgorged him-but his dick came back for more. "Oh, baby. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to jizz."
"Yeah," she sobbed. "Do it."
John imagined Debbie beneath him, panting and feverish, about to take his load. His cock was embedded in her writhing buns. Nothing could prevent his creamy emission from flooding into her bowels. Debbie moaned from the deluge. "Uggghhhhh. Uggghhhh. Uggghhhh."
He spewed into the pocket intended to capture his cum. The rubber expanded to collect his discharged fluid. It gushed through the skintight space and oozed from the folded border near the trunk of his cock. He orgasmed so ferociously, merely from that fantasy, that it leaked out the top of his rubber.
With a groan, he flipped onto his side. Ginger whimpered as his dick became dislodged. He left a conspicuous void in those shapely cheeks.
Ginger bent to retrieve his cum-saturated condom. It smoothly came off his cock, but it left puddles on his stomach. She swooped down, lapping him clean. Her tongue lovingly collected the milky residue.
"Christ," John gasped at her kittenish licks. His head rolled from side to side as he digested those ticklish sensations.
When through, she siphoned the remaining jism from his used rubber. Her tongue delved to the bottom in its search for his spent cum. She ran it over her lips to wipe the surplus.
John, continuing to shudder from orgasm, simply watched.
Debbie would take it up the ass, too-without the rubber. He wanted to feel her without obstruction. His mind staggered with a flow of wicked ideas that all revolved around Debbie.
When the robberies did not subside and her panic increased, manipulating her would be a piece of cake.
CHAPTER TEN
The caves of Hedonia were conveniently located near the infamous grove. Couples wandered there to consummate trysts, or to seek refuge if the foliage was too heavily populated. The novelty of accessing the torch-illuminated corridors preceded the warnings of possible injury and discouraged entry. Some zealous guests ventured into the cave without proper light and fell into a deep chasm. Although barriers were erected to prevent accidental slippage, they were perpetually broken. Casualties of misadventure were subjected to waits until the groundskeeper made his rounds-which conceivably translated into hours, if he wasn't spirited away by other mischief on the island.
Tom, hiding behind a heavy palm tree, watched Alex and Charmaine make their approach. The thought of sex obviously preoccupied them. He interpreted Alex's smug demeanor as such. Charmaine happily followed his lead.
He endured hunger pangs when gazing at that older, erotically appealing woman. Christ, how he wanted her. He understood her to be over fifty. She had somehow discovered the secret of youth. He craved that trim, arresting body. In his dreams, she wanted him just as much. Why wouldn't Charmaine Tyler desire him? He was a healthy thirty-year-old man with a ferocious libido. What more could she possibly want?
Eliminating Alex Smith from the picture was elementary. Tom was determined to do what was necessary for his night of passion with Charmaine.
A smile crept to his lips.
"Isn't this great?" Alex enthused, ushering Charmaine to the cave entrance.
She nodded. Alex's boyish enthusiasm had been contagious. Charmaine evinced a strong willingness to couple with her golden-haired beau in an underground chamber. Celebrating their final evening on Hedonia amid torches, shadows and strange echoes held erotic potential.
Alex's vibratory grip suggested some tantalizing surprises coming her way. Mmmm. No doubt, the ambiance would set the tone for some delicious lovemaking. Alex thrived on inspiration.
Although kindled kerosene-soaked cloth stuffed in the holders provided illumination, Charmaine insisted upon flashlights. She contended that a needed torch might be out, or the volume of light inadequate. Under protest, Alex assented. He thought her inclination silly, but humored her all the same.
Upon entering, Charmaine noted a change in temperature. The humidity dropped to a musty level. Her nipples reacted to the atmospheric conditions. A tingle slowly enveloped her flesh.
Alex, sensing her excitement, squeezed her hand. "Come on."
The mouth of the cave led to a series of dim passageways. The quality of brilliance varied as they made their way. Charmaine clutched Alex. She wished no separation in the surrounding gloom. Her enthusiasm dampened. "Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea."
"Don't be ridiculous," Alex chuckled. "I'll protect you."
Knowing how fervently he craved the experience, she fell silent. The strength of his grasp consoled her. As long as Alex navigated, Charmaine's apprehension was minimal. She could afford one night of uneasiness if it meant Alex's pleasure.
Once they began pleasing each other, she doubted trepidation would exist.
Charmaine wondered if other couples would inhabit the cave. Although she overheard whispered accounts of the wild escapades that took place among the guests, the premises looked deserted. Staff members had done their best to dissuade couples from journeying there in a bid to reduce accidents. Their concentrated efforts apparently worked.
Naturally, Alex wasn't hindered by such warnings. The thrill of bending the rules tickled him.
Alex guided her down one corridor to another. The further into the cave they went, the cooler it got. The steamy waves of tropics did not penetrate its depths. Shadows were cast on the rocky walls from the splintering light. While some of the stalactites were shaved down, new ones formed. They added a sinister dimension to the projected silhouettes.
"Let's not go too far," Charmaine advised. "We might get lost."
"I have an excellent sense of direction."
"Please, Alex."
"Okay." He guided her to an open spot located a respectable distance from a torch. "Let's bunk down here."
Charmaine spread the blanket tucked in her bag. She patiently reminded herself there was no need for concern, and she was perfectly safe with Alex. That soothing thought did not dispel her premonition.
Alex held his arms out to her. "Hey. Come here."
She sighed as those bands of muscle enclosed her. Alex flattened a hand over her ass, then squeezed. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She could feel the lust soaring through his body. His mouth sought hers. His tongue searched for companionship. Charmaine happily catered to those demands. She pressed herself to his muscular definition. Something large and bony pushed against her mound. She ground herself to that solid lump, panting.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sobbed.
Without haste, they descended to their knees. Charmaine, woozy from his kiss, deferred to Alex. His lusty growl accelerated her pulse. The twilight setting unleashed the animal in him.
Their lips detached. Alex unhitched her tits from her bikini top. The chill of the cave sharply honed her nipples. Warm air rushed over one before Alex absorbed it. His tongue whipped it to a point.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine explored Alex with her hands. Her fingers roamed the brawny outline of his chest. His abdominal network quaked beneath her swirl.
Wandering south of the navel, she groped his cock. Mmmmmmmmm. Alex definitely rose to the occasion. His briefs scarcely contained that awakened beast.
A crash sounded in the background. Alex paid it no mind, but Charmaine wasn't nearly as unruffled.
"What was that?" she murmured.
"Probably some shifting rocks. Forget about it." He probed into the front of her bottoms. His thumb divided her cunt lips. Engaging her clit, he jiggled her without delay. That luxuriance diluted her anxiety.
"Oh, yes," she sobbed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Another crash occurred nearer to them. It didn't fall under the classification of scattered stones or kicked pebbles.
Charmaine thought it extraordinary. She turned and called, "Is someone there?"
"Let them watch," Alex croaked.
Footsteps shuffled across the gravel floor. More rocks skittered.
Charmaine's ardor plummeted. She was much too distracted to continue.
"All right," Alex sighed, hopping to his feet. "I'll chase whoever it is away." Charmaine began to follow, but Alex stilled her with a firm hand. "I'll be back in a flash," he promised.
"I'd prefer going with you."
He winked. "Keep my spot warm."
Though unhappy about it, she ultimately capitulated. "Don't be long. I'm not keen about this place."
Alex chuckled and strode into the darkness. Okay, pal," he announced to their unwanted visitor, "the show's over. Do me a favor and split. Don't make it necessary for me to kick your ass out of here."
Charmaine watched him fade into obscurity. Alex's fearless demeanor granted her a measure of relief. She felt sorry for the person who pitted himself against the likes of her strapping protector.
Alex's footsteps receded. The quiet prevailed. Suddenly, an explosion of sound came from the far side of the cave. A scuffle ensued. Fists seemed to be flying, accompanied by audible thuds and groans.
"Alex!" Charmaine screamed. "Alex!"
The brawl ended after a loud crunch, then the scattering of loose rock. Something heavy dropped. Charmaine wondered if that thud represented a fallen foe.
With heart hammering, she got to her feet. "Alex!" she shouted. "Please, answer me."
No response came. Terror clutched at Charmaine's throat. Ignorant of that battle's outcome, the lengthening silence nearly drove her mad.
Grabbing the flashlight, Charmaine elected to take matters into her hands. Lagging behind no longer made sense. Alex might have emerged unscathed-or could be hurt. She was determined to find out for herself.
The labyrinthine passages of the cave confused Charmaine. That she permitted them to deeply roam its inner sanctum disturbed her. Alex's foolish stunt might have cost him dearly.
Before she took another step, another outbreak of perceptible violence was heard up ahead. That fracas was also brief. Something hefty hit the gravel with a groan. A second later, she listened to the dragging of someone along the crushed rock floor.
Charmaine was in complete hysteria. The fact Alex did not respond to her call spelled trouble. Soliciting help was of the utmost importance. Charmaine hurried in the direction of the exit, mentally reconstructing the trail.
A hand unexpectedly clamped her shoulder. Charmaine, numb with fear, stopped in her tracks. The vise was nonnegotiable.
Mustering her courage, Charmaine spun to confront her opponent. The silver hair caught her by surprise. Even in the dimness, she recognized the man whom she had secretly lusted from a distance. She smoothly digested his non-threatening expression.
"Who are you?" she whispered, unsure of her voice.
"Richard Wertheimer, at your service."
It was the first time she'd heard his low, masculine register. Up close, his potent sensuality dazzled her. She assumed he was of her age-within a year or two. Charmaine had never been caught physically wanting someone while in the midst of trauma.
She also realized she was topless. The upper portion of her bikini had been abandoned. It was not the first time he saw her undressed. Richard, as she recalled, saw her in a compromising position at the pool. The morning she went for a swim and ended up cumming inside Alex's mouth while Richard surreptitiously observed from the bushes had been engraved in memory.
Given her current predicament, modesty hardly seemed an issue.
"My friend is missing," she said, regaining the power of speech. "Did you hear the commotion?"
"Yes. While at the foot of the cave, I heard you shouting repeatedly for someone. I understand people sneak into this cave and occasionally get lost. I attempted to find you by flashlight. During my search, there appeared to be a fight. I saw no one, but managed to locate you."
He spoke in a reassuring, tranquilizing tone. Charmaine felt more amorously drawn to him than ever. Whether some of her attraction was propelled by relief, she couldn't say.
"I've yet to find him."
He arched a brow. "That's strange. Shall we investigate?"
"Please." Charmaine found herself clutching his upper arm. Firm muscle greeted her touch. Richard was a rugged individual. She momentarily reflected on the past few nights in which she was consumed by thoughts of him. It was unfortunate that their paths should cross on the eve before her departure. Alex's immediate whereabouts was of greater importance. She pointed to another tunnel. "I believe he traveled in that direction."
Richard smiled. "Then by all means, let's pursue that course."
Charmaine found it impossible to accept that Alex had been truly harmed. Among his various interests, karate had been scrupulously studied. It was conceivable he rendered his adversary unconscious, then went to summon the island authorities.
He wouldn't, however, have left her behind. That thought blared through her head.
They combed the cave's diverse arteries, to no avail. Alex had vanished. Their problems were further compounded when they realized they were lost in a subterranean cavity. Since no map of its most remote bowels had been distributed, Charmaine perceived their blunder.
"This is going very poorly," she fretted. "I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble."
He waved off her distress. "We'll find our way. I'm sure we'll get back on track. It's simply a matter of time before we discover the correct route."
The awkwardness of their situation, Alex's sudden disappearance and those startling noises nearly unraveled Charmaine's composure. "This is absurd. I've never gotten this rattled over anything. I'm usually in control-yet I feel so helpless."
"You strike me as resilient."
"Do I?" She sighed. " I endeavor to project that quality, but internally, I'm crumbling." Relating her flaws to a stranger was an unusual practice for Charmaine. She traditionally created a positive impression, given her career in sales. Painting herself as a vulnerable creature for Richard Wertheimer did not seem a miscalculation. That conclusion was innately drawn. Nothing tangible supported it-merely gut instinct.
His features softened. "You're a harsh critic when describing yourself." His arm slowly went around her. Charmaine did not elude it. Since the evening had unwound in a bizarre fashion, she stopped taking a mental step backward for analysis. "It's a shame it took a crisis to bring us together. I've wanted to introduce myself since that first night when laying eyes on you at the bar. I thought you were the sexiest woman there."
"Oh?"
"The moment never seemed right. I was unsure of your relationship with that young man, until the pool incident."
She nodded. "I hadn't expected you to watch."
"It was very exciting." He didn't bother to elaborate. The spark in his blue eyes supplied her the pertinent adjectives.
The hand sweeping her skin discharged electricity. Charmaine stirred. Her nipples involuntarily stretched in response to that current. Those fingers traveling her side evoked a prickling weakness.
He dr-edged a sob from the bottom of her throat. Reality merged with fantasy. Charmaine could no longer separate the two. Richard had been a fixture in her erotic imagination. She could not resist him.
His hand closed over her buttocks. At his squeeze, she moaned. Urgency was perceived in his grip. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. He ran his thumb up and down her crack. More of that sweet voltage jarred her body.
Charmaine was unduly aware of the damp spot in her bikini bottoms. Richard's kneading induced that precipitation. Juice seeped from her pussy.
His other arm went around her. Charmaine whimpered from his embrace. Richard revealed the strength of his need. The front of his swim trunks widely bulged. He pressed something stout and inflexible into her mound. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Stationing both hands over her ass, he dragged her tightly to his body.
Unable to think, Charmaine ground herself to that solid wedge. Her thoughts were muddled. There was no logical basis for her actions, other than unmitigated lust.
Richard devoured her lips. He nibbled on them until they formed a shivering ring. His tongue delved into her hot cavern. Ohhhhhhhh. She acknowledged his vibrant tip. Hers harmoniously darted. She wanted to know his taste, his groan.
Capriciously, she reached for his cock. Its vastness did not shock her. She suspected his tool was thick-bodied from the imposing notch it created against her crotch. Enclosing him in her fist was not easily accomplished; her fingers did not fully wrap around its width.
Richard ventured south. He kissed her neck and tits, then blazed a trail across her stomach and navel. His heavy exhalations over her blonde thatch riddled her senses. He caressed her silky curves, his fingertips disbursing jolting kilowatts. After roaming her lower region, they met at her snatch. She moaned as they unlocked her folds. His thumbs dipped into that sodden crease and pinned the flaps. His wet, sinuous tip dabbed her juicy center.
"Oh, God," she murmured, rocking on her heels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Richard had an intuitive tongue. He slurped that flowery arrangement with imagination. His strokes quickly intoxicated her. Her cunt moistened in degrees. Honey oozed from her core. Richard worked to collect the sweet stickiness that flowed.
Charmaine inherently knew it would be good. He seemed a man who had eaten plenty of pussy in his life. The culmination of that experience was delightfully felt. Ohhhhhhhhh. She rotated her hips. Richard's expert tip remained in hot pursuit. He pressed his mouth to her sluiced opening, then sucked. She moaned at his siphoning action. He drew the fluid from her quivering hole, gulp after gulp.
Her knees threatened to buckle. Standing became impossible. Charmaine wanted to lay beside him and reciprocate.
The gravel floor wasn't altogether unpleasant. Charmaine made the most of it. She settled adjacent to him, breathing over that monster. Cupping his buttocks, she dragged him to her face. Her lips enclosed his cockhead. Mmmmmmmmm. Downing that sizable member required complete relaxation. She made her descent, plying him with spit. After absorbing that second inch, Charmaine realized her mouth's expansion was at capacity. Deep-throating him would not happen. Richard was much too thick to consume.
While she contemplated pleasuring him, Richard proceeded to drive her crazy. He energetically tongued her pussy. She loved his style. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. He reached far into her snatch, draining that perpetual flow. Despite the volume he pumped, her juices were swiftly replenished.
He waltzed about her clit in a tormenting fashion. Having the advantage of productive years behind him, Richard bestowed her love button leisurely laps. He was attuned to Charmaine's preference of a slow start. That lazy inception kindled a fire. She writhed before his flickering tongue, shivering. As his slurps intensified, Charmaine adjusted the aim of her hips so that her clit received full benefit. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
She licked his cock with equal fancy. Mmmmmmmmm. Her bubbly saliva dribbled over that bulbous knob. He thrusted his hips, trying to get into her mouth. Charmaine eluded him. Her serpentine tip danced over his vein snarled length. His pulsations aroused her.
Richard clutched her buns, then pulled her on top of him. The brunt of her weight was on his face. She hoarsely sank onto his mouth. Ohhhhhhh. That vigorous tongue incapacitated her. Twisting to and fro, she impaled herself on it. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he mumbled in her pussy.
His cock stood upright, begging for her suck. She descended upon it with yawning lips, but met its bulk halfway. He was simply too large to absorb.
She sucked her mouthful of him. Bubbly foam ran from her attached lips. Richard groaned. He shifted beneath her, responding to her feverish pull.
He filled his mouth with cunt and retaliated. His taste buds screamed for her tangy treat. Probing those hot, succulent layers, he sought her nectar.
"Oh, yes," Charmaine wept. She pushed down on his face, then rubbed his chin and cheeks. She humped that pussy-loving tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. "Make me cum, baby. Lick me until I cum."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he growled against her sodden flesh. He caressed her satiny thighs, then curved over those luscious butt cheeks. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
She recaptured his cock. Her lips stroked the uppermost part. Seizing the bottom section with both hands, she masturbated him. His balls were jism-packed. She sucked ferociously, anxious to relieve him.
Her oral concentration shattered his resolve. He pitched beneath her, fucking her mouth. Without detaching his lips, he thrusted himself to orgasm. His howl of pleasure was muffled by her snatch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Charmaine purred. His cum glutted her cheeks. She swallowed his immense ejaculation.
Richard focused on her clit after reclaiming his wits. Intolerant of Charmaine's leisurely sway, he clamped that slippery ass and drank powerfully from her cunt. Her juices quenched his thirst. He tickled her clit to make more. His continual assault precipitated her climax.
"Oh yeah," Charmaine moaned, rising and falling on his voracious expression. "Eat it. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Eat my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Make me cum."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," he hummed into that juicy crack.
Her lips formed a circle. She plunged her nails into his flesh. Richard, preoccupied, fed upon her sweet trickle. Liquid sugar dissolved on his tongue. The fact his slurps triggered her orgasm was irrelevant.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she said, dizzily soaring. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
She contracted over that drilling tongue. Her pussy constricted about it, attempting to halt its curling madness. She rode the balance of her pleasure on his slobbering expression.
When her seizure subsided, Charmaine rolled off his face. The intensity of orgasm dulled her senses. She collapsed beside Richard, gasping for air.
Her concern for Alex resurfaced. She frowned at her lapse of physical weakness. Having consummated the lust that flourished during the past week, she was prepared to resume her search. "We've got to find him. He could be hurt."
Richard, nodding, rose to his feet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Debbie Anderson was on her nightly stroll when she spotted Charmaine Tyler and Alex Smith several yards ahead. She glimpsed Charmaine's bag, from which a blanket protruded. Their destination, she assumed, was the notorious grove, where pleasure-seeking couples congregated.
Tomorrow, they would be leaving Hedonia. The opportunity to have Alex never materialized. He spurned her every proposition. Why a delicious hunk would favor an old crone like Charmaine puzzled her.
If she couldn't fuck him, she wanted to watch. Through observation, she might learn the secret of Charmaine Tyler's allure.
Debbie camouflaged her presence amidst the palm trees, vines and rubber plants. She lagged behind at an imperceptible distance. When they bypassed the grove and climbed the hill, Debbie learned their true objective. The cave held their fascination. Normally, she frowned at her guests going there. For the inexperienced, that maze of tunnels could be frustrating. Fortunately, she mastered them. As heir apparent to the island, Debbie made it her business to know those myriad passageways cold.
Shortly after Charmaine and Alex disappeared in the cave, Debbie noticed Tom Thompson at the entrance. His arrival seemed too calculated. He glanced from left to right before proceeding.
Debbie had never been fond of Tom. He seemed an opportunist, sharing similar aspirations of her manager, John Raftery. Pondering that thought, Tom had been hired at John's insistence. Debbie never formally approved his employment application; John slipped it through the transom.
Her curiosity had been roused. Why would Tom follow those two?
Again, Debbie measured her pace. She sauntered quietly over the crushed pebble floor. Tom flattened himself to the wall and shuffled sideways. He obviously wanted to maintain his invisibility.
His intentions took on a sinister note. Whatever Tom planned, she doubted its legality.
Debbie misjudged the swiftness of Tom's actions. Things happened with lightning speed. He forged through the darkness, considerably ahead of her. The noise of a tussle echoed. She heard a body slamming against the cavern wall, shaking loose some rock. Fists pummeled someone. Groans rose through the darkness. After a rush of footsteps and a loud thud, silence prevailed.
Debbie rounded the bend, preparing to intervene. Tom Thompson's behavior appalled her. She prepared to dismiss him immediately. He had little choice but to plead no contest to her charge.
Something hooked Debbie's foot, tripping her. She would have surely fallen had the instinct failed to catch a jutting rock. Looking down, she saw Alex. Though visibly stunned, he appeared coherent.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "That bastard. He attacked me."
"I know. I saw him come after you."
"Who is he?"
"My electrician, Tom Thompson. I'm putting him on the next ship out, without severance."
"Hopefully, you'll allow me a go at him first." He nursed the bump on his forehead. "If he didn't have the benefit of the dark, I might have nailed him."
Debbie sighed at that bruised spot. "Let's put some ice on that."
"Not before we get Charmaine. She's still back there, waiting for me."
"What happened to Tom?"
"I'm not sure. That last punch threw me for a loop. Now that I've got my bearings, I'm going to give that motherfucker a little payback."
They traveled to the area Alex last recalled seeing Charmaine, but found only the blanket, their overnight bag, and her discarded bikini top.
"Shit," he snarled. "Where did she go?"
"Looking for you, no doubt."
"I told her to wait"
"She probably went to get help. In all likelihood, she's at the main office, reporting the incident."
Alex squinted through the dimness. "That's conceivable, but we ought to explore and see if she's lost her sense of direction. This place is a fucking maze."
Debbie waved off his suggestion. "She can't be that incompetent. I tell you, she's rounding up help."
"I'd rather not take that chance."
"Look. You've got a bump on your head the size of an egg, in addition to a nasty gash. If we don't get some ice on it soon, it'll be twice as big."
Alex was inflexible. "I won't leave without Charmaine."
Debbie sighed. "You're an obstinate fool.
Very well. We'll hunt for her. Before we do, however, I insist upon dressing your wound. Is there something serviceable in that bag besides K-Y Jelly and a vibrator?"
Alex ignored her sarcasm. He shifted through its contents. Charmaine had packed a towel, a portable CD player and some bottles of drinking water.
Debbie doused one end of the towel, then dabbed his cut. In cleaning the dried blood and cupping the fresh flow, she brushed against him. Her breasts collided with his chest. Aware of that teasing contact, she persevered. Alex gradually took notice. His blue eyes studied her in the faint light.
"See," she huskily whispered. "I'm not such a bad person. Contrary to popular belief, I don't bite."
"I appreciate the trouble you've taken." The constant brushing of her velvet skin bombarded him. Although he wanted to get on with finding Charmaine, he couldn't deny the pleasurable sensations she sparked. "Did you come to the cave alone?"
She shook her head. "I spotted you from a distance, and followed." Her fingers brushed his powerful forearm, then drifted up to his biceps. "I knew what you were planning to do, and wanted to watch."
Her green eyes shimmered. Alex couldn't dispute their allure.
"It's hardly a secret that I've wanted you," she went on. She stroked his chest, intentionally whisking across the nipples. "I knew I didn't stand a chance. I couldn't compete with Charmaine-your attachment to her is irrefutable."
Her stimulating caress pierced something inside him. "You were going to watch?" he tenderly echoed.
She recognized his quickened heartbeat. Its staccato beat put her on alert. "What does it take to get a man like you? Please tell me. I'm tired of the losers I attract. They pretend to desire me-but it's my money that's on their minds."
Alex couldn't check the impulse to devour those wanting lips. He pulled that voluptuous body to him. Debbie crushed her tits to his chest. Whimpering, she cupped the back of his head.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, taking his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
Their kiss fogged Alex's brain. He entered a haze. Debbie drew him into a tingling mist that jolted every cell in his body. He delved into her warmth, welcomed by her tongue. She stirred against him.
Debbie's feathery touch accentuated the moment. Alex, sporting a massive hard-on, pressed into her mound. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She went inside his briefs to claim her prize. Oh, wow, he was giant. The thought of stuffing him into her pussy made her knees buckle.
Debbie perpetuated the moment's carnality by resting on the blanket and spreading her legs. She pulled the fabric that covered her damp cunt. "Please, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Put that thing where it belongs." She massaged his bone-like dick. "Let me soothe it with my snatch."
Alex gulped. Her sexual lilt mesmerized him. He trembled from her rising heat. His plump knob sliced between those soaked lips.
She sobbed at his puncture. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Put it in me. Oh yeah. Fuck me, Alex."
He pushed himself into clenching pulp. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Debbie sucked him into her warm, greedy pussy. He did not introduce himself in increments; she shoved her cunt at him, hungrily consuming him.
"That's what I want," she moaned. "Ohhhh. Feed it to me. Jam me. Oh, yeah. It feels so good in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Alex groaned. Debbie moved like fire beneath him. Her erect nipples stabbed into flesh. Her tits shifted beneath his chest. Those slick walls clutched him. She was so wet, he almost slipped out. The girl was absolutely crazed about having him inside her. He gasped from her moist, tingling pull. Ahhhhhhh. In and out his dick went, filling that starved snatch. His balls walloped her ass when downthrusting. Their bellies boisterously slapped.
Debbie wildly indulged herself. Alex exceeded her wildest dreams. He was superb-far better than she imagined. She gave herself to him with abandon. Ohhhhhhhhhh. He buried that monster to the hilt. He pumped her vigorously, squeezing joy from each plunge.
"Yeah," she sobbed, jerking herself at him. The wet, rubbing sounds of her pussy turned her on. She thoroughly greased his shaft. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Give it to me. Don't hold back. More. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Alex complied. He speared that drenched slot. His cock jerked through her silky knot. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. That burst of female energy nearly made him cum. Debbie complicated the issue by raking his butt with her nails. Ahhhhh. She caressed his balls. He didn't think he could handle much more.
"I want you to jizz," Debbie whimpered, as though reading his mind. "Come on, baby. Cream my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I want to feel you squirt. Oh, yeah."
Alex swallowed hard. "Are you almost there?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm. I've been there, twice. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I couldn't help myself." She sketched creative patterns on his flexing buttocks. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I've been cumming like an idiot."
Alex yielded to the tug of her snatch. That juicy clutch was incontestable. He lost himself in her undulating flesh. The urge to relieve himself became total. "Oh, Christ, baby. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah." She shivered. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Uggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhh."
Orgasm restored his sanity. Alex uprooted his cock from that creamy snatch. Proof of his enjoyment gushed from her cunt. Ahhhhhhh. He came a lot.
"That was so good, baby," she purred. "Let's go again. I want more of you."
He stuffed himself back in his briefs. "We've got to find Charmaine."
"Can't that wait?" she whined. "That was the best sex I ever had. I want some more."
Alex's determination to reunite himself with his true love would not be thwarted. He stomped off, discounting Debbie's frustrated call.
"All right," she grumbled. "Let's find the bitch." She got to her feet and started toward Alex when she heard a faint grumble. Someone muttered in the darkness. "Who the hell is that?"
Alex caught it, too. Picking up a torch, he aimed it at a distant corner. Crumpled in a heap lay Tom Thompson, clutching his stomach. He'd apparently returned to consciousness after a long while. Neither of them had known of his proximity.
"Well," Debbie snapped. "What have you to say for yourself?"
He shook his head, then coughed.
"Looks like you already got in your licks," she said.
Tom's battered condition did not jog Alex's memory. He had recollection of knocking him cold. The welts on his forehead and gash on his face alluded to a third party. "How did this happen?"
Tom looked too weak to stand. The words he spoke were monosyllabic, his comments unintelligible.
Debbie frowned. "What is he saying?"
Alex shrugged. "I'm not sure."
"He's got your girlfriend," he uttered after struggling to formulate his message.
Alex's pulse quickened. "Who? Who has Charmaine?"
"My parole officer."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Charmaine received the distinct impression all was not right with her new friend. Richard seemed to be leading her in an unfamiliar direction. Rather than retracing their steps, he seemed to be luring her into the deepest bowels of the cave.
"Are you certain this way is correct?" she repeated. "I don't recall these passages."
He nodded. "They all look the same. Perhaps we ought to rest."
"But I don't want to stop again. Alex is lying somewhere, presumably hurt. I can't think beyond getting to him."
He clasped her hand. "I fully understand. It can't be much further."
Charmaine sensed his wanting to embrace her. She wondered if it had been a mistake having sex with him. The moment had been spontaneous-an extension of her lustful imagination. She simply operated on automatic pilot. After dreaming about him through the week, allowing herself that taste seemed comprehensible.
Richard furnished her sparse details about himself. Her fantasy figure had a name, but no occupation, no personal history-nothing significant that completed the blanks. She had related her profession as a stockbroker, her divorce, her city of residency. Richard strangely withheld that information.
"What do you do for a living?" she purposely asked while they trudged along the torch-lit path.
He grinned. "Why do you wish to know?"
"Oh, no reason in particular. Merely to be conversational."
"I'm a social worker."
She laughed. "How does one afford a week's stay at a fabulous resort on such a salary? When I learned of the amount charged, I nearly blanched."
"Luxurious vacations are difficult to afford. I scrimp all year, then splurge."
"Still," she ruminated, "you must find yourself strapped making ends meet."
"I'm a stringent saver. I brown bag my lunches, shop for sales, constantly budget myself."
"I give you credit. Discipline is often difficult to achieve."
"Perhaps in spending," he said. His hand settled on her ass. "Not in all areas."
"Richard," she said, attempting to separate herself from his stirring grasp. "I thought we were searching for Alex-and looking for a way out of here."
He dragged her against him. His stiff cock pressed into the crack of her ass. "I can't stop thinking about what we just did. I'm so fucking horny, I can't stand it."
His comment brought a smile to her lips. "Who says sex is dead after fifty?"
"As far as I'm concerned, it only gets better." He rubbed himself against her. "Come on, baby. Once more. I've got to have you. After tomorrow, we'll go back to individual lives. There won't be another chance."
"Oh, Richard." She found it difficult to refuse him. Lust swelled through her body. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. "There isn't time."
"Yes," he grunted, yanking down her bottoms. "You know it'll be great."
She leaned over, separating her legs. Weakness flooded her. Richard swooped between her damp fur, then plugged it with that bloated cockhead. "Oh, God."
"Yeah," he groaned, cramming himself into her snatch. Charmaine's wet pussy covered him. She was still sticky with his saliva. He coasted along that frothy layer. "Ahhhhhhhh."
Charmaine's pupils rolled into their sockets.
Richard filled her with that solid mass. She propelled herself backward, gobbling that hard dick. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, Richard." His thickness aroused her. He opened her wide, challenging her elasticity.
"This is the best," he grunted, sliding in and out of her cunt. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I had to go to fucking Hedonia to find this. No where else in the world is something that sweet available."
She welcomed that monster into her body. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Richard was an enormous treat-figuratively speaking. He sliced into her pussy, his thrusts measured. She clutched the stalagmite for support. Her snatch gave his dick one long, puckering kiss.
"Christ, that feels good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine moaned aloud. She ached from his pulsing diameter, yet she couldn't deny herself its shivering twist. She wondered if any of Richard's female clients tried seducing him. Knowing of that trouser snake, Charmaine would have contrived something.
His hands slid up and down her body. He dislodged her nipples, then palmed them. She whimpered from the electrical current. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Her nubs were her number one escalation point.
He scooped her tits together and afforded them a dizzying squeeze. Charmaine was incredibly soft. Her flesh yielded to his demanding fingers.
Richard released her large breasts, streaming to her blonde thatch. Clamping down, he pulled her toward him. Her cunt swallowed him whole. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. He crushed his groin to that rump. Back and forth he went, servicing himself with its velvet consistency. That pussy fucked him again and again, catching the skin of his cock. The urge to explode flared.
"Fuck me," Charmaine sighed, enjoying the feel of those pulsations inside her. Richard drilled into her cunthole, thickly packing it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Harder. As hard as you can."
He answered her wish. Moving his hips, he plunged in and out of that wet snatch. Her quivering pulp received him. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Juicy noises emanated from their merged flesh. He listened to her dripping acceptance of him. His cock was splendidly getting her off. She feverishly responded to its burrowing thrust.
"Move that ass, baby," Richard croaked. "Bring it to me. Come back to me and my big cock."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, impaling herself. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Keep it coming," he gasped, clenching his teeth. He expelled stale air from his lungs.
"Come on, baby. Stroke me. Oh, yeah. More."
Leaning toward him, she moaned. That swollen thing pried her apart. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
Richard began fingering her. He jiggled her clit fast, overloading her senses. "Do you like that? Huh, baby? Want more?"
She furiously nodded.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard." Wiggling her button, he felt her constrict. "Oh, yeah. Make yourself tight around me, baby. Squeeze me with that pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I want to jizz in your cunt."
Charmaine shrank around his throbbing cock. "I want you to explode."
Richard felt the blood drain from his face. "Here it is, baby. Here. Arrrggghhhhhhhh. Arrrggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhh."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Charmaine went numb. Orgasm ravaged her body. She felt Richard's discharge, pumping hot cum in her pussy. He twitched strongly in her cunt while cumming.
After their breathing resumed normalcy, she thought she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The shuffle of rocks alerted her. "I think someone is coming."
Richard's face darkened. "Your mind is playing tricks. I don't hear a thing."
"Charmaine!" a voice bellowed in the distance. "Charmaine!"
She turned to him, pointing. "I believe it's coming from that direction."
He seized her wrist. "I don't think so. We're taking a different route." He began dragging her into the shadows. "Come on."
"Richard." His surly tone alarmed her. "What are you doing?"
"We can't let them see us."
"No!" She struggled, trying to get free. "Let go of me. I don't want to hide."
"Shut up." His tone evinced gruffness. "We're going to leave this island by boat. I have a cabin cruiser docked at the far end of the cave."
She could barely speak above the lump in her throat. "You mean-you deliberately lured me this far?"
He nodded. "There's jewels loaded on it, too. We're going to another island and wait for a helicopter. You're to be my hostage."
"I don't understand. Where did these jewels come from? Did you steal them?"
"No. The staff of this island did. I merely relieved them of their treasure."
"So, you aren't a social worker. You lied."
He laughed. "I'm an ex-parole officer. A person on the Hedonia payroll was a convict under my jurisdiction. I've kept tabs on him all these years, wondering when he would resume old habits. This lagging economy has forced me to seek a new occupation."
"You've turned criminal!"
"Why not? Who better to know the ropes than someone from the inside? I've lived like a pauper all my life. Now I intend to live in luxury."
Charmaine yanked herself from his grasp. "I won't go with you."
"Yes, you will, baby." He lunged after her.
Charmaine screamed. In that second, a figure tackled him. She realized Alex had tracked them and pounced on her captor. Her young lover battled him with swinging fists. Richard proved no match for Alex. His surprise attack and agile body gave him an edge. Richard dropped to the cavern floor, unconscious.
"Thank God," Charmaine sighed, flying into his arms. She relished the security of Alex's muscled body. "He planned to kidnap me."
"We gathered that," Debbie Anderson said, making her presence known. "Tom Thompson just confessed. We found him badly beaten. Alex ... persuaded him to tell us the truth."
"About your employees?" Charmaine inquired.
She nodded. "Those accountable have already been taken into custody. I signaled the main office and had that gang rounded up. Fortunately, my entire staff wasn't party to John Raftery's scheme."
"Richard Wertheimer must have just gotten through loading the stolen goods into his boat when he bumped into Tom," Alex detailed. "He had no recourse but to dispatch him. Seeing you gave him an insurance policy."
Charmaine sighed, slumping against him. "This has been some vacation. I don't think I'll ever want to come here again."
"With John Raftery, Tom Thompson and even Richard Wertheimer behind bars, there's no reason not to," Debbie said. "Please, accept my apology for any injury incurred and an open invitation to come again-free of charge."
Alex grinned. "That's a pretty generous offer."
Charmaine cuddled against her young lover. "Let's not think of anything but getting safely home. Okay?"
His arms tightened around her. Richard Wertheimer had almost taken the ultimate prize: his woman. Insurance might replace stolen valuables, but it could never substitute someone deliciously original like Charmaine Tyler. She was one of a kind.
"Sure thing," he murmured in the warmth of her neck.