Belle was beside herself with wanton lust, feeling the bridegroom's ass and smothering his face between her husky hooters, grinding her sweaty crotch against his in a frenzied effort to absorb every solid inch of his fornicating phallus. "More! Fuck me like a whore." Come on, baby! Drive it home and make me fuckin' come!"
Bruce grabbed Belle by the ankles and lifted her legs straight up. He skewered her soggy love hole, plunging his cock down and into her to the balls. So this is how a woman likes it, he thought, grateful to the older woman for her lusty lessons. Now he'd be able to make his young bride happy-but not before he satisfied himself and the writhing, horny innkeeper.
"Now!" he yelled, ramming his riveting rod harder and harder into the pussy pulsating around his plodding pecker. "Nowww!"
CHAPTER ONE
Practically naked, Sherilee Jones had no idea she was being watched. Stripped down to nothing more than a red lace garter belt and stockings, she primped and preened before the two-way mirror. Her full, firm breasts heaving as she lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her curly mane of jet black hair, her rippling rib cage tapering off to a narrow waist, her curvaceous hips and sturdy thighs meeting in the V of her sparsely trimmed pubic mound. She was a vision to behold, the prettiest little hooker in the county.
As Sherilee turned and walked across the room, the voyeur on the other side of the mirror got a good look at her scrumptious ass, as well as the lustful expression on the face of her eager client who was lying naked on the bed. He was a strapping young trucker with a cock as stiff and poised as a flagpole. There was no doubt in the peeping Tom's mind that this was going to be one hell of a horny night.
Sherilee wasted no time getting down to business. Kneeling beside the bed, she wrapped her fist around her John's looming manhood, held it steady and enveloped its bulging head with her eager mouth. His eyes rolled up in their sockets as Sherilee proceeded to suck his cock, sliding her taut, juicy lips up and down his throbbing shaft, her head bobbing, her dangling tits rubbing against his inner thighs.
The observer behind the mirror couldn't hear a thing, but judging from the expression on the trucker's face, he was moaning and writhing with pleasure, grinding his pelvis in unbearable ecstasy as Sherilee sucked on his meaty love pole and caressed his balls with her gentle fingers. In fact, it looked as if the young stud would come prematurely, but Sherilee would have none of that. She stopped sucking him just short of ejaculation, letting him cool off a bit. Then she climbed onto the bed, straddled his torso and guided his tantalizing cock into her moist, vibrant cunt. Galloping like a jockey astride a thoroughbred, Sherilee turned that trick to perfection, fucking him hard and fast, churning his cock in her syrupy smooth snatch, stretching her garter straps to the breaking point, pumping her pussy from the base of his prick to the towering tip of its bloated knob, driving that meat in and out, in and out.
DING!
"Damn!" cussed Belle under her breath. "Someone's always spoiling my fun!" She quickly replaced the picture on the wall and covered the hole through which she had peered. Then she traipsed across the darkened room toward the outer office, responding to the bell on the front desk. Awaiting her was a young couple-he in a dark tuxedo with rice on his shoulder, she in a white dress with a pink corsage pinned to its collar.
"Good evening, ma'am," said the young man, with a nervous smile. "We'd like a room, please."
"Newlyweds?" asked Belle, with a friendly grin.
"How did you know?" the young woman wondered.
"Oh, just a wild guess," Belle replied, with a sigh. "Don't tell me you two are honeymooning in Pine Ridge."
The groom laughed. "No, ma'am. We just stopped for the night. We're on our way to Miami Beach."
"Ah-huh," said Belle, brushing aside a lock of red hair that had tumbled over her violet eyes. "Would you mind filling this out?" she asked, placing a pen and a registration card on the counter.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Klinger," muttered the groom as he printed their names. He glanced at his bride, who shyly returned his smile.
"Number Seven," said Belle, handing him a key. "That's our honeymoon suite."
"Thank you," gushed Bruce. He took the key, picked up a suitcase and anxiously escorted his bride to the door.
"Welcome to the Belle Motel," their hostess drawled. "If there's anything I can do for you...."
"Thanks just the same," Bruce replied, "but I don't think we'll need anything tonight."
Belle noticed a trace of apprehension on the bride's face and chalked it up to wedding night jitters. "Enjoy your stay," she said simply.
As soon as the Klingers were gone, Belle returned to the dark anteroom, removed the framed Monet reproduction from the wall and peered through the hole in the wall. To her disappointment, Room Number Two was unoccupied. Apparently, Sherilee had concluded business faster than anticipated.
"Shucks," sighed Belle.
Fretfully horny, she replaced the picture and paced the room. There was nothing for her to do but settle into her favorite easy chair, close her eyes and think of Bill. Oh, how she missed him. He was so strong and handsome-it didn't take much for that man to get her all hot and bothered. He would just wrap his powerful arms around her slender waist, plant a wet kiss on her neck, nibble on her ear lobe and, before she knew it, Belle would be bent over the nearest piece of furniture, taking his huge, throbbing manhood deep into her juicy cunt.
She often had these memories of her late husband and they would always compel her to relieve the painful yearning that burned in her loins. This night was no exception. Hanging one leg over the arm of the chair, she stuck her hand under her skirt and massaged the crotch of her cotton panties with her fingertips. And as she sensuously rubbed, Belle fantasized about Bill.
In her dreams, he was very much alive, his death at the hands of a drunken driver having been nothing more than a terrible misunderstanding. There he was, standing in the doorway of their secluded Carolina country cottage, with that rascal's smile of his, the one that made his brown eyes twinkle with mischief and his black mustache curl up on one side. Happy to see him, Belle rushed into his arms and gave him a big, fat kiss, their tongues mingling seductively. Then, gazing up at him with a sly grin of her own, Belle sank to her knees, unzipped his fly and whipped out his rising python of a prick. As her fingers gently glided up and down its thick, veiny shaft, her puckered lips brushed against its crown. Then she extended her eager tongue and swabbed his savory meat from top to bottom.
As Bill lovingly stroked her face with his open hand, Belle took his bulging cock into her warm, wet mouth and sucked it until he whimpered with ecstasy. Poking her head back and forth like a chicken, Belle rapidly slid her tight lips from the bulbous head of his juicy dick to the base of its rigid stem, her chin lapping against his dangling balls.
Just the thought of it sent chills of delight up and down Belle's spine as she slipped a pair of fingers under her panties and into the dewy depths of her tingling twat.
She sustained the fantasy, but moved the scene to their bedroom where, standing beside their bumpy brass bed, Belle and Bill tempestuously undressed each other. First, he ripped open her blouse, forced it off her shoulders and down her arms. Then Bill unzipped Belle's skirt and watched as it cascaded from her hips, down her long, shapely legs, and settled in a heap around her ankles.
Standing before him in a black lace bra, bikini panties, garter belt and stockings, Belle hurriedly unbuttoned Bill's shirt, then kissed and licked his bare, hairy chest. Then she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and stripped him below the waist, pleased to see that his prick was still as stiff as a board.
It was Bill's turn to relieve his wife of an article of clothing. He chose to tear off her panties, then coaxed her to assume the doggie position on the bed. As Belle wrapped her fingers around the bars of the brass headboard, Bill knelt behind her and guided his hard meat between the quivering arch of her inner thighs and into her tantalizing slit. Belle gasped with ecstasy as he penetrated her to the hilt, then moaned deliriously as Bill banged her sweet love box. In and out he plunged, slamming his hips against her firm, rounded buttocks, driving his meat spike deeper and deeper into her creamy cunt.
Then Belle was flat on her back, spread-eagled. Her hands clutched the bedposts and her ankles entwined in the bars at the foot of the bed. Straddling her torso, Bill hovered over her for a moment, then reached down and ripped open her bra, exposing her big, bountiful breasts with their pink, jutting nipples. As he took her tits in his hands and hungrily feasted on her mouth-watering mammaries, Bill slowly skewered Belle's hot pussy with his riveting ramrod, fucking her in long, luxurious strokes, thrusting in and out, in and out.
Belle was suddenly distracted by loud voices outside. It sounded as if a man and a woman were having an argument. "Shit," she muttered in frustration, withdrawing her hand from her crotch and rising from her chair. As he headed for the door, Belle adjusted the hem of her skirt and tried not to look too flushed with unsatisfied desire. She got outside just in time to see a black Cadillac, trailing streamers and displaying a "Just Married" sign on its rear bumper, screeching out of the motel driveway in a cloud of dust. Standing alone and forlorn in the parking spot for Room Number Seven was Bruce Klinger, watching his bride disappear in the distance.
"What happened?" asked Belle, perplexed.
"My wife just left me," Klinger replied. "We ... we had a fight."
"Well, that's got to be the fastest honeymoon on record," quipped Belle. As soon as she said it, she wished she hadn't. Poor Bruce looked as if he was about to cry.
"Oh, there, there." Belle consoled him with a pat on the back. "She'll come back."
"I'm not so sure," Klinger muttered.
Belle took his arm. "Let's go inside and talk about it," she suggested, leading Klinger into his room.
Once inside, Belle closed the door and watched as Klinger trudged to the bed and sat down on the edge. He looked so pathetic in his tuxedo sans jacket and tie.
Belle sat down beside him on the bed and placed her hand on his knee. "Now tell me what happened."
"I ... I got a little ... anxious," he explained. "And Linda ... that's my wife ... she thought I was being too ... aggressive."
"You mean, you tried to put the moves on her and she panicked," said Belle bluntly.
Bruce shyly looked down at his shoes. "Well ... yeah."
"Let me ask you a personal question," said Belle. "Is Linda a virgin?"
Bruce looked stunned by the question. "Well, of course!"
"Ah-huh. Of course," Belle agreed. "Well ... that may explain her behavior. You have to be subtle with that kind of girl, even on her wedding night. You have to be patient."
"But I have been patient," Bruce protested mildly. "For a long, long time. I couldn't help myself. There's just so much waiting a guy can take."
Belle rolled her tongue in her cheek, then slyly inquired, "What about you? Are you a virgin, too?"
Bruce hesitated. "Well ... not exactly."
"Honey, you know, it helps to have a little experience before you get married."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Bruce conceded.
"Well, of course I'm right," said Belle. "You've got to know how to please a woman if you want her to please you."
"I wish I did," Bruce muttered, bowing his head in shame.
"Shoot," Belle scoffed. "All it takes is a little practice. All you need are a few lessons in the art of lovemaking. In fact," she said, taking his hand and placing it on her thigh, "I'd be more than happy to give you a few friendly pointers."
Bruce gawked at her, then self-consciously looked away and removed his hand from her leg. "Well ... I don't know about that-my being a married man and all."
"Oh, don't be embarrassed, sweetheart," said Belle, patting his own thigh. "I'll just be your tutor. Nothing wrong with that. It wouldn't be like we were having an affair or anything."
Bruce swallowed hard, then glanced at her shyly. "Well ... maybe if you could just ... just show me some of the basics."
"Do you know how to kiss a woman?" asked Belle.
"Well, of course I do," scoffed Bruce.
"Let's see," Belle challenged, puckering up.
Bruce nervously wet his lips, then leaned over and gave Belle a quick peck.
"No, no," she laughed. "I mean a kiss."
Bruce tried again. This time, his soft lips lingered on Belle's for a few seconds longer.
"Is that the best you can do?" she practically scolded. "No wonder your gal peeled out of here. You've got to put a little fire into your kisses. First of all, you've got to open your mouth. Then you've got to press harder and keep your lips on mine a lot longer. Now, come on, and show me what you've got."
Bruce parted his lips slightly, leaned over and kissed Belle longer and harder, but not quite to her satisfaction.
"Well, that's better," she admitted. "But let me show you how it's done."
Putting her arms around Bruce's neck, Belle pulled his face toward hers, covered his lips with hers and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. The kiss went on for a breathless minute.
"Now that's what I call a kiss," said Belle, coming up for air. She glanced down and noticed a sudden bulge in Bruce's crotch. "Now you try it."
Bruce obediently wound his arms around Belle's supple waist and gave her the kind of passionate kiss she truly desired. As their tongues mingled, Belle took Bruce's hand and placed it on her breast. The young man flinched. "What's the matter?" asked Belle. "Haven't you ever copped a feel?"
"A few times," Bruce muttered, resisting the urge to squeeze her big, firm tit.
"Women like it when a man touches them like this," claimed Belle. "Unbutton my blouse and I'll show you what I mean."
Bruce eyed her suspiciously. "I don't know if I should go that far."
"Aw, go on," she gently coaxed, with a warm smile. "I don't mind. You do want to learn, don't you?"
The young groom took the bait. One by one, he loosened each button of Belle's blouse, gradually exposing her ample bosom tucked tightly into the lacy cups of her black bra.
"Now run your hands all over my breasts," Belle instructed.
Bruce gladly complied, his eager fingers caressing her jutting jugs.
"That's right, sugar," Belle cooed. "Feel them titties. Don't be shy. It's the fastest way to get a gal all hot and bothered. Of course, it would feel even better for both of us if you unhooked the bra."
Bruce bit his lip. He was having doubts again. "Gee, ma'am...."
"Call me Belle," she corrected, caressing his cheek. "Or, honey. Somethin' sweet."
"This is mighty nice of you," said Bruce, "but it ain't right. I'm a ... a married man."
Belle grinned. "Darlin', you may be married, but you ain't a man. Not yet, at least. Now, are you gonna unhook my bra or what?"
Bruce gulped, then with trembling hands, he reached out and fumbled with the clasp between Belle's bulging cleavage. When he finally managed to unhook the bra, Belle's buxom breasts spilled forth, succulent mounds of pink flesh topped with pert, cherry-red nipples that begged attention. Feasting his eyes on those magnificent mammaries, Bruce barely caught his breath.
"Well?" she said with a wicked grin. "Do you approve?"
"They're beautiful," Bruce blurted.
"Touch me," Belle said softly, taking his hand and running it slowly over one breast and then the other. Bruce whimpered as his palm explored the ripe contours of her full, firm jugs and his fingertips grazed the delicate buds of her sprouting nipples. Belle was just as aroused, shivering with delight as he voluntarily cupped and squeezed her supple flesh. Impatiently, she leaned forward and whispered seductively in his ear, "They taste as good as they look."
Belle moaned softly as Bruce's tongue gently flicked her protruding nipples, one at a time. "Mmmmmm, yeah," she shuddered. "That's nice. That's nice."
Encouraged, Bruce used his dexterous tongue to make lazy circles around Belle's titillating rosebuds, inflaming her sensitive tips even more. "Uhhuh," she grunted. "I think you're getting the hang of it."
While Bruce continued to swab her throbbing nipples, Belle unzipped his fly, reached into his trousers and fished around for his firm rod. Getting a good grip on his bulging manhood, she whipped it out and began pumping it in her fist. "My!" she exclaimed. "But you are a big boy!" The compliment aroused Bruce even more, sending his sleek, slippery rod into a series of spasms. "Frisky little critter, ain't it?" Belle chuckled, releasing his cock and letting it flap about like a trout out of water.
Bruce paused to catch his breath, but Belle wasn't about to give him time to think. "Now I want you to suck 'em," she said.
"Huh?" Bruce replied, looking dazed.
"My titties, honey," Belle explained. "Take 'em in your mouth and suck on 'em good."
She didn't have to ask him again. Bruce hungrily covered as much of her left breast as he could fit in his mouth and began nursing. "Ahhhh, yeah!" Belle sighed, closing her eyes and cradling his head in her heaving bosom. "That's it! Suck 'em, boy! Suck 'em as hard as you can!"
Bruce feasted on one breast for a while, then switched to the other. By now, he could hardly contain his lust. Belle's boobs were as big and juicy as they come-round melons that were firm yet tender to the touch and sweet to the tongue.
"Ohhh, yeah, baby!" she purred. "You're gettin' mama wet. Here-feel."
Impulsively, Belle grabbed Bruce's wrist and put his hand under skirt, along her inner thighs, where her nylon stockings were fastened to her black lace garter belt, and against her crotch. Bruce stroked her pussy through the sheer lace of her panties and felt its moist warmth. Hot for her twat, he managed to slip a couple of fingers beneath the fabric and trace the pouting lips of her drooling cunt.
"See how easy it is to get a woman excited?" she panted in his ear. "Why, you can almost smell it, can't ya?" she panted in his ear. She was referring, of course, to the pungent aroma of her sex. Indeed, its fragrance wafted up to Bruce's flaring nostrils and acted as an aphrodisiac. Once again, his firm young phallus began to rock like a flagpole in the wind.
"We gotta do somethin' about that impatient pecker of yours," Belle teased, giving his gyrating gourd an affectionate squeeze. Bruce shuddered to her touch, his forefinger now deeply embedded in her syrupy slit, sliding in and out as his quivering lips nibbled feverishly on her bullet-hard nipples.
Tearing herself away from him, Belle slid off the edge of the bed and knelt between Bruce's legs. She shrugged her open bra off her shoulders, licked the palm of her hand and provocatively lubricated her cleavage. Then she reached for his cock, wedged it between her boobs, held them tightly together and began moving slowly up and down.
"Ohhhh...." Bruce groaned. "That feels great!"
"Huh!" scoffed Belle, pumping away on his potent prick. "That's nothin'. Get a load of this...."
Belle bowed her head so that she could flick the head of Bruce's surging shaft with the tip of her wet tongue.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped, jerking his hips to force his phallus even higher. As he did, Belle opened her mouth to accept an inch or two of his juicy joystick.
Suddenly, Bruce was fucking her tits and her lips, driving his rigid rod up through the tight vise of Belle's cleavage and into the moist socket of her mouth. "Oh," he quivered, finally fulfilling one of his fondest fantasies. "Mmmm," Belle moaned as she submissively savored his meaty manhood. It had been months since she had sucked cock-some traveling salesman's whose name escaped her at the moment. She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed it, or how good she was at it. She didn't just take Bruce's dick into her mouth, but actually tugged on it hungrily with her puckered lips, occasionally twisting her tongue around its bloated head and lusciously lapping its thick stem.
But, alas, Belle was too good. Unaccustomed to such forbidden pleasure and unable to control his lust, Bruce issued a desperate cry and prematurely ejaculated. "Oh, damn!" he cussed, shooting a hefty load of semen into Belle's mouth and anointing her tits with the rest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Never you mind," Belle good-naturedly consoled him, continuing to feast on his oozing organ as if it were a melting ice cream cone. Caressing his balls, she generously licked every drop of cum that seeped from his taut tool. "We can still continue the lesson," she assured him.
With that, Belle stood up, dropped her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, then moved closer to Bruce and brought her tantalizing twat within inches of his face. "You ever eat beaver before?" she bluntly inquired.
Bruce looked up with a dazed expression. "Beaver?"
Belle sighed in exasperation. "Pussy, cunt, whatever you want to call it. You ever go down on a woman?"
"Why ... no," he admitted sheepishly. "Can't say that I have ... or ever wanted to."
"Well, if you want to please a woman ... I mean, really please her, you'd better learn how."
Taking his head in her hands, Belle brought Bruce's gaping lips to within a pubic hair's breadth of her own pouting cunt lips. "All you gotta do is lick it," she told him. "Lick it nice and easy."
Obliging his demanding tutor, Bruce slowly extended his tongue and gingerly traced the tender, pink folds of Belle's luscious labia. "Ohhhh...." she sighed in immediate gratification, stroking his hair. "That's it. See? Nothin' to it."
Finding the taste of Belle's tart twat quite to his liking, Bruce began to probe deeper, sliding his tongue into her juicy slit, worming his way into her cunthole and languidly lapping her throbbing clit.
"That's right," Belle hissed, grinding her hips. "Eat my pussy, boy! Lick that hot honey pot good! Ahhhh, yeah! Mmmmm!"
Responding to her uninhibited lust, Bruce ran his hands up and down Belle's stockinged thighs, tugged on her garter straps, then dug his finger into the crack of her ass and pried apart her flexing buttocks, all the while prodding and flicking her excitable love button with his impetuous tongue.
Belle gasped, letting her panties drop to her ankles, then kicking them aside so she could spread her legs wider. Clutching his head, she smothered his face with her saturated snatch, shuddering as his hot breath and twisting tongue thoroughly tantalized her torrid clit.
As Bruce gnawed on her scrumptious nooky, Belle squeezed her tits and tweaked her throbbing nipples, moaning with ecstasy as his saliva and her love juice mingled to moisten her loins. Then, glancing down, she notice something even more thrilling-in the heat of the moment, Bruce's cock was once again hard. In fact, it was harder than ever.
As much as Belle enjoyed getting her pussy swabbed, she was determined to take full advantage of Bruce's bulging boner. "Okay, pupil," she teased. "Time to put that big, hard cock of yours to the test. Only this time, you'd better be able to hold out. You hear?"
Bruce just grunted, deliriously delving deeper and deeper into Belle's saucy slit with his slippery tongue. She had to pry his mouth from her crotch and urge him to lay on the bed. She stripped him below the waist, mounted him like a pony, and ripped open his shirt. Then, straddling his hips, she reached down for his potent prick and held it steady while she lowered her gaping gash onto its bulging head. Carefully, she inserted his monolithic manhood into her tight, drooling cunthole, slowly absorbing every throbbing inch.
"Ohhhhh!" Belle gasped as Bruce's big dick filled her to the hilt. Impulsively, she reached for his wrists and lifted his hands to her jutting breasts. Quivering with excitement, Bruce grabbed her bountiful boobs and held them firmly in his sweaty palms. In the meantime, Belle set her pelvis in motion. At first, she rode him like a pony, rocking back and forth. Then, eager to savor his stiff, slithering spear, she bobbed up and down, springing from her knees, her garter straps flexing with each long, luscious stroke.
Pinned to the bed, Bruce squirmed beneath her, jerking his hips to prod her plush pussy while he milked her full, firm tits. "Oh, yeah!" he grunted with each thrust of his titanic tool.
"You like it this way?" Belle teased, grazing his chest with her red fingernails.
"Uh-huh!" he breathlessly replied, lowering his hands to her curvaceous waist, then reaching around to caress her smooth, swaying buttocks.
"Good, because if you want to keep yourself and a woman satisfied, you've got to remember that there's more than one way to fuck."
As the last word slipped from her lips, Belle detected a sudden throb of Bruce's cock deep in her hole. "You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?"
"Yes!" he admitted.
Mercilessly teasing him, Belle leaned forward and whispered in Bruce's ear, "Fuck my hot pussy with your big stud cock...."
"Ahhhh!" Bruce quivered, prying apart the plump cheeks of her ass and driving his embedded dick harder and faster into her succulent slit.
Straightening up, Belle grinned down at him and said, "Now you try it. Say somethin' filthy to me."
"Like what?" asked Bruce.
"Anything. Something that'll make me hot. Real hot."
He paused to consider his option, then falteringly blurted out, "I want to fuck you."
"Oh, come on," scoffed Belle. "You're already fuckin' me, sugar. You can do better than that."
"I want to fuck your cunt," he offered.
Belle chuckled. "Well, that's a little better. Try it again. Only this time ... with more passion."
Clutching her waist, grinding his hips and gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath, then snarled, "I'm gonna shove my big dick into your tight pussy while I suck on your juicy tits!"
Belle squealed with delight and leaned forward to smother his face with her bodacious boobs. Moaning softly, Bruce ran his tongue through her cleavage and sucked her nipples lustfully.
Then, while nibbling on his ear lobe, Belle purred, "How'd you like to fuck me doggie-style?"
Bruce's eyes widened and his nostrils flared. Belle looked into his eyes and smiled. "You would, wouldn't you?"
"Hell, yeah!" Bruce replied eagerly.
Belle dismounted him and assumed the position on her hands and knees. Instinctively kneeling behind her, Bruce paused to savor the view of her glisteningly wet, hairy cunthole, then took his protruding prick in hand and guided it carefully toward her tantalizing twat.
As the bulging knob of his rod pierced her moist, pink pubic lips, Belle shivered with anticipation. "Just push, baby," she instructed. "Just slide it all the way in!"
Placing his hands on Belle's hips, Bruce paused momentarily to steady himself, then swiftly, powerfully, lunged forward. As every taut inch of his tool squeezed into her tight, torrid orifice, Belle let loose with an uninhibited cry of ecstasy. "Ohhhh!"
Once inside her, Bruce took over like a potent pro, grunting and grinding, slamming his groin against her butt cheeks and ravaging her ravine with his ruthless ramrod. In and out his slick dick slithered, plumbing her creamy depths, scorching her scintillating slit with its fiery friction.
Belle whimpered, helplessly absorbing the full length and thickness of his virile manhood. "Oh, yeah, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me good! Gimme that meat! Gimme that hot meat!"
And give it to her he did. Clutching her garter straps as if they were reins, Bruce quickened his relentless thrusts like an embolden charioteer. He even leaned back so he could admire his work, watching as his powerful cock forced its way between Belle's swollen cunt lips and delved deep into her luscious tunnel of lust. Then, prodding her slowly, lingeringly, he allowed his hands to wander all over Belle's submissive body. He caressed her stockinged thighs, groped her dangling titties, stroked her taut, smooth belly and clawed at her flexing, gyrating buttocks, all the while plunging deeper and deeper into her vibrant body.
"Oh, baby! I can't stand it!" Belle bellowed, writhing in his clutches, rearing her head in exquisite delirium.
As she did so, Bruce took her curly red mane in his hands, as if taming a wild horse, and plowed her pussy with lustful abandon, harder and harder, faster and faster. "Oh, no! Ohhh!" Belle gasped, hurtling toward orgasm. Bruce deftly sustained her pleasure, working his wad into her wet well of desire, slowly but surely delivering her to the brink of ecstasy.
But just as Belle was about to come, Bruce abruptly withdrew his potent pole from her saucy sweetmeat. "Oh, no!" she cried, looking desperately over her shoulder. "Don't stop! Don't stop, now! Fuck me! Come on! Fuck me!"
"Oh, I'll fuck you all right," Bruce promised. "But first ... I want you to lay on your back."
Belle gladly obliged, turning over and reclining on the bed. "Whatever you say, honey," she said, surprised by his sudden assertiveness.
"Now I want you to spread your legs," Bruce commanded. "Spread them wide."
Belle smirked, but did as she was told, her garter straps stretching along her gaping thighs.
"Good," said Bruce, leering at her wet, tempting cunt. "Now I want you to do something else before I fuck you."
Belle raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "And what might that be?"
"Beg for it."
"You sure learn fast," grinned Belle.
"Do it," Bruce demanded with authority.
"Please fuck me," she requested.
"Oh, come on," he teased, reaching between her legs to stroke her eager beaver. "You can do better than that."
Belle quivered to his touch. "Please, baby," she beseeched in a sultry voice. "I need your cock. I need your big hard dick in my hot little pussy. Oh, baby, please! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Satisfied, Bruce knelt between her yawning thighs. Then he took Belle's hand and placed it on his throbbing tool. "Put it in," he told her.
Using the thumb and middle finger of her free hand to pry apart the tender wet lips of her drooling cunt, Belle slowly guided Bruce's bulging boner to its tantalizing target. As the head of his protruding prick reentered her succulent sheath, Belle held her breath. Then, as Bruce leaned forward to drive the rest of his thick, turgid shaft deep into her hot honey pot, Belle groaned with immediate pleasure.
Firmly embedded in Belle's plush cockpit, Bruce started moving back and forth, grinding his hips to stir the creamy love juices that enveloped his lusty manhood. Writhing beneath him, Belle reached behind her and clutched the cold brass bars of the headboard, lifting her groin to meet his slow, searing strokes. "Oh!" she moaned softly. "Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah! Oh! Give it to me, baby! Gimme me that juicy cock! You know how I want it!"
Hovering over her, watching her squirm with delight, Bruce couldn't help taking Belle's tits in his hands and sucking on each throbbing pink nipple. As he feasted on Belle's mouth-watering melons, his prodding prick plundered her pussy, sliding in and out, in and out with the slow, easy rhythm of a man determined to prolong his pleasure.
"Mmmm," Belle moaned, gently stroking his hair. "What a good pupil you are."
"It helps to have a good teacher," Bruce replied, returning the compliment.
"Your little bride is a lucky woman," sighed Belle. "You're gonna make her very happy."
"Yeah," Bruce agreed, gnawing on Belle's bountiful boobs. "After I make you happy first."
With that, Bruce began fucking in earnest, pinning Belle's wrists to the bed and boring down on her with the unbridled lust of a strong, young stud. As he quickened the pace of his smooth, tempestuous thrusts, Belle hoisted her long, shapely legs and wrapped them around his waist, enabling him to penetrate her even deeper. "Oh, yeah!" Bruce grunted, grabbing her ass and pounding his meat into her luscious cavity. "Gimme that pussy! Feels so good!"
Belle was beside herself with wanton lust, clawing his back and his buttocks, smothering his face between her husky, heaving hooters, grinding her sweaty crotch against his in a frenzied effort to absorb every solid inch of his fornicating phallus. "More!" she willfully demanded. "More! More! More! Fuck me like a whore! You know I want it! Come on, baby! Drive it home! Make me come! Make me fuckin' come!"
Suddenly, Bruce grabbed Belle by the ankles and lifted her legs straight up. Resting her calves against his brawny shoulders, he skewered her soggy love hole, plunging his cock down and into her at a feverish rate. "Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Bruce hollered, like a jockey riding his mount toward the finish line, ramming his riveting rod harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
Belle quickly shoved her fingers in her mouth, saturating them with saliva, then applied her dexterous digits to the creamy outer ridge of her cunt. As Bruce's relentless cock surged in and out of her hungry hole, her nimble fingers massaged her clit.
Belle moaned and groaned and quivered, thrashing her head from side to side, biting her lip and squirming with unbearable ecstasy. Then, suddenly, she arched her back and came, howling like a wounded beast.
Seconds later, it was Bruce's turn. Lowering Belle's legs, he took several more stabs at her gaping gash, then removed his cock to shoot his load. Jerking it in his fist, he took aim at Belle's pubic mound and let his love lava flow. His spewing cum splattered her crotch, then anointed her belly. "My tits!" cried Belle. "Come on my tits!" Bruce happily obliged, dousing her breasts with another spurt of semen. "My mouth!" Belle demanded, sitting up and opening wide. "Hit my mouth!" Straddling her armpits, Bruce grabbed the back of Belle's head and thrust his cock down her throat. Clutching his buttocks, Belle greedily devoured every inch of his plump, juicy meat and swallowed every drop of its oozing manly essence.
CHAPTER TWO
When Belle emerged from the shower, she found Bruce sulking in bed. "Why so glum, sugar?" she asked. "Usually when a man gets laid as good as you did, he's all smiles."
Bruce stared at her incredulously. "I've only been married a few hours and I've already been unfaithful to my wife."
"Shoot," Belle scoffed, drying herself off with a towel. "The only time a man ought to feel guilty is when he satisfies himself and not his lover." She abruptly dropped the towel, climbed onto the bed and gave Bruce a kiss on the cheek. "I can assure you, honey pie, you ain't got nothing to feel guilty about."
Bruce wasn't quite convinced. "What am I suppose to do now?" he wondered aloud. "About what?"
"About me and Linda!"
"I told you," said Belle with an exasperated sigh, "she'll come back."
"Even if she does ... how am I suppose to tell her about ... about us?"
"Why would you wanna to do that? What she doesn't know won't hurt her. My, but you've still got a lot to learn."
Bruce looked into her eyes and forced a smile. "Thanks for the lesson," he muttered.
Belle returned the smile. "Glad I could help," she said, leaning forward to kiss him again. As she did, her pert nipples brushed against Bruce's arm, sending shivers down his spine and titillating his indefatigable tool. Noticing his erection under the bedsheets, she added, "If you need any more pointers, let me know."
Bruce was just about to reach for her, when Belle glanced at the time on a nearby clock radio. "Lordie!" she exclaimed. "It's half past one!"
With that, Belle sprang from the bed and quickly began to dress. Bruce watched longingly as she hooked on her garter belt, then rolled up her stockings and slid them up her long, shapely legs. "What's your rush?" he asked, wetting his lips as she fastened her stockings to her garter straps.
"Got to get back to the office," Belle replied, slipping into her panties and hooking on her bra. "I don't have anyone to cover for me at the front desk."
As she tucked her plump titties into the cups of her bra, Bruce reached under the bedsheets to quell his throbbing prick. Glancing his way, Belle quipped, "Better save that hard-on for your bride."
"What makes you think she'll come back?" asked Bruce.
Belle finished dressing and winked, "Woman's intuition."
Discreetly, Belle hurried back to the motel office. Just as she reached the front door, she spotted a familiar black Cadillac with a "Just Married" _sign on the bumper pull into the parking lot. Sure enough, Linda Klinger had returned ... and not a moment too soon. "Talk about perfect timin'" Belle sighed, stepping inside.
No sooner had she closed the door behind her than Belle was greeted by the playful drawl of Sherilee Jones. "Well, well. Where have you been for the last two hours?"
Belle turned to find Sherilee casually slouched in a chair, with one leg propped on an armrest, her black leather skirt hiked so high you could see her inner thigh above her stocking top. "I was just ... taking care of business," Belle coyly replied.
"Uh-huh," smirked Sherilee, chomping on a wad of bubble gum.
"Well, you certainly had yourself one profitable night," Belle noted, walking behind the check-in desk.
"Please," moaned Sherilee, and adjusted a bra strap beneath her purple bodysuit. "It was hardly worth the effort."
"Oh, come on," scoffed Belle. "I'll bet you enjoyed yourself with that trucker."
"Well ... he wasn't so bad," Sherilee admitted with a twinkle in her eye.
"Coming from you, that's a compliment. How many tricks did you turn tonight, anyway? Five? Six? I kind of lost count."
"Never you mind, Miz Belle," Sherilee giggled. "I swear. You're like a den mother. Did you ever think of runnin' a brothel?"
The idea merely amused Belle. "I suppose I could, but somehow the title Madame doesn't suit me. Besides, I'd probably end up doin' most of the hookin' ... for free."
"You'd fetch a fine price, Miz Belle," claimed Sherilee, giving her the once-over. "A sexy thing like you."
At that moment, Belle recalled the sight of Sherilee stripped down to her garter belt and stockings and going down on one of her Johns. Belle felt a fleeting pang of desire, but quickly banished the spontaneous emotion. She tried changing the subject. "Odd weather we've been having lately."
Intrigued by Belle's sudden self-consciousness, Sherilee played along. "Yeah," she agreed in a slow, sultry tone of voice, her eyes fixed on Belle's. "Real hot and wet."
"Well," sighed Belle. "I don't think we'll do anymore business tonight. I might as well close the office and get to bed."
"I guess that's my cue to go to my ... lonely little room," Sherilee lamented.
"Would you like to join me for a nightcap?" asked Belle, taking pity on the poor girl.
Sherilee brightened up. "Yeah. That would be nice."
Belle came out from behind the front desk to lock the door. "Come on, then," she said, leading Sherilee to the rooms in back of the office. There, in the parlor. Belle switched on a dim Tiffany lamp and headed for a liquor cabinet on a far wall. While she checked its supply, Sherilee took inventory of the quaintly furnished room.
"What's your pleasure?" asked Belle.
Sherilee stared at her. "Beg your pardon?"
"What would you like to drink?"
"Whatever," shrugged Sherilee, chomping away on her gum and running her fingertips up and down her right thigh.
"Straight Scotch, okay?"
"That ought to do the trick."
While Belle poured, Sherilee took a closer look at a framed photograph on the wall. It was a picture of a voluptuous redhead in a g-string and pasties. As she recognized the face, her jaw dropped. "Why, Miz Belle! Is that you?"
"In the flesh," Belle confirmed reluctantly.
"I'll say!"
"I used to be a dancer."
"Really? Where'd you perform?"
"Oh, at a little club up in Jefferson County."
"Which one?"
Belle hesitated, then fessed up. "The Booby Hatch."
Sherilee turned around and gawked at her. "Why, that's a strip joint. You mean to say you were a stripper?"
"I prefer exotic dancer," stressed Belle, handing Sherilee her glass.
"My, my, Miz Belle," grinned Sherilee, glancing at the photo admiringly. "I had no idea. What was your stage name?"
Before answering, Belle took a stiff gulp of her Scotch. "Belle Ringer," she replied.
Sherilee giggled and took a sip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"That's where I met my husband Bill," said Belle wistfully. "I'd still be dancing there if it wasn't for him."
"Your knight in shining armor," quipped Sherilee.
"Guess you could say that," sighed Belle, sitting down on a sofa.
Sherilee sat down beside her. "Must be lonely without him around."
"You got that right," Belle admitted. "He was quite a man ... in more ways than one."
"Personally, I have my fill of men. But a widow like yourself ... you must miss the pleasure of a warm body next to yours in bed at night."
Belle just crossed her legs and held her tongue. As she nursed her drink, she was conscious of
Sherilee's subtle glances at her legs and breasts. For some strange reason, this didn't bother her. In fact, she found it mildly titillating.
"You know, Miz Belle," said Sherilee, gently resting her hand on her hostess' knee, "I really appreciate the arrangement you worked out with me."
Belle regarded her quizzically. "What arrangement?"
"You know, letting me stay here at the motel," Sherilee elaborated.
"Well, why not? You're a good-paying customer. You never cause any trouble."
"Yeah, but not everybody would allow me to work on the premises like this-certainly not without wanting something more than cash in return."
The Scotch was beginning to kick in, making Belle a little lightheaded. Her eyes were at half mast, lulled by Sherilee's mellifluous Southern drawl. Her flesh tingled as Sherilee moved her hand a few inches up her thigh, and her nostrils flared as they inhaled the fragrant aroma of Sherilee's cologne.
"There must be some way I can show my appreciation," said Sherilee, stroking Belle's thigh.
"That's not necessary," Belle insisted, taking another sip of her drink.
Nevertheless, Sherilee bent over and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. Her lips lingered long enough to send chills through Belle's body. It even made her nipples harden. Resisting her undeniable desire, Belle stiffened.
"You seem a little ... tense," Sherilee casually remarked, discreetly removing her hand from Belle's leg.
"I've just been workin' a little too hard lately, I suppose," Belle muttered, uncrossing her legs.
"What you need is a good massage," Sherilee suggested. "How about it? I give great hand."
Belle giggled. "I'll bet you do. No, that's okay. I'm fine, just fine."
"Nonsense," scoffed Sherilee. "Take off your blouse and I'll rub your shoulders."
"Really," Belle demurred, "it's not necessary...."
"Come on, don't be shy," coaxed Sherilee, reaching for the buttons on Belle's blouse. "It's just us girls."
Before Belle could discourage her, Sherilee had undone several buttons, exposing the jutting cups of Belle's black lace bra. Actually, the idea of a massage was quite appealing. Throwing caution to the wind, Belle allowed Sherilee to continue to undress her.
"That's better," she said, carefully draping Belle's blouse over the arm of a nearby chair. "Now turn around so I can rub you."
Belle turned her back to Sherilee, who gently placed her hands on her shoulders and began to massage her taut muscles. "Mmm," moaned Belle, instantly relieved. "That feels good."
"I'm not squeezin' too hard, am I?" asked Sherilee, digging her fingers into the soft, supple flesh behind Belle's collarbone.
"Hell, no," she replied, rolling her head. "You've got magic fingers, girl."
"So I've been told," Sherilee chuckled, alternating her strokes between a gentle caress and a firm grope.
As Sherilee's fingertips glided over her skin, Belle closed her eyes and lowered her head. She did not object when Sherilee routinely pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders. But when Sherilee reached down and unhooked the bra, Belle impulsively snapped to attention and crossed her arms. "What are you doin'?" she asked a bit nervously.
"Just makin' it easier to rub your back," Sherilee replied innocently. "No need to be so modest, Miz Belle," she gently chided. "It's not like you've never gone topless before."
Belle smiled and shook her head, surprised at her own sudden inhibition. Gradually, she lowered her arms, allowing the bra to fall into her lap.
"That's better," Sherilee remarked. "Now why don't you lie down and relax."
Following Sherilee's suggestion, Belle spread out on the couch on her belly, resting her chin on her folded arms, naked from the waist up.
"My, but it's warm in here," sighed Sherilee.
"Mind if I get a little comfortable myself?"
"Be my guest," Belle replied.
As Sherilee got up off the couch, Belle glanced sideways at the full-length mirror in her adjoining bedroom. In it, she could see Sherilee kicking off her high heels and peeling off her tight red sweater. She bit her lip as Sherilee also unzipped her leather skirt and let it fall to floor. Stripped down to a pair of bright red nylon stockings with matching lace bra, panties and garter belt, Sherilee was the first woman who ever made Belle's cunt throb with wanton desire.
Perhaps sensing that yearning, Sherilee knelt on the couch, straddling Belle's hips, and proceeded to massage her from the nape of her neck to the small of her back.
"Uhhhh," Belle moaned as Sherilee's thumbs pressed between her shoulder blades and traced her vertebrae from top to bottom. She flinched as Sherilee's talon-like fingernails grazed her ribs and hissed with delight as her scantily clad masseuse squeezed her waist and kneaded the taut muscles at the base of her spine.
"You have a beautiful back," said Sherilee. "So soft. So smooth."
Once again, Belle did not balk as Sherilee unzipped and removed her skirt, stripping her down to her skimpy panties, garter belt and hose. It enabled Sherilee's hands to venture lower and include Belle's pleasingly plump buttocks and thighs in the rundown.
"Like putty in my hands," Sherilee murmured in a sultry voice.
"What did you say?" asked Belle.
"Nothin'," said Sherilee, pausing to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. She tossed it aside and bent down, rubbing her pert nipples against Belle's back while her hands reached under Belle's armpits to cup her breasts. Then Sherilee's lips pressed against Belle's shoulders and swiftly moved up her neck. Soon, her hot breath was on Belle's cheek and her drooling tongue was slithering in and out of Belle's ear, igniting a passion that neither of them could deny or control.
"You're a wicked, wicked girl," Belle groaned in ecstasy.
"That I am," Sherilee admitted, grinding her groin against Belle's quivering butt cheeks. "And horny as hell."
Belle reared her head toward her shoulder and Sherilee claimed a wet, passionate kiss, their snake-like tongues lustfully rolling in each other's mouths.
"Turn around," Sherilee breathlessly commanded. "I want to see your tits."
Belle slowly rolled over on her back, with Sherilee hovering over her. "Oh, yeah...." sighed Sherilee, feasting her eyes on Belle's full, firm mounds of flesh.
Belle was equally impressed with Sherilee's hanging hooters, eagerly reaching up to hold them in her hands. But Belle hardly copped a feel before Sherilee seized her wrists and pinned her arms to the couch. "Me first," she leered, diving into Belle's divine cleavage with her salivating tongue.
"Ohhhhh!" Belle gasped as Sherilee feverishly nibbled on each of her pink, protruding nipples.
Sherilee moaned as she hungrily sucked Belle's tits and wedged her hips between her thighs, spreading Belle's legs apart, preparing her for greater pleasures to come. When Sherilee finally released Belle's wrists, it was only to get a firm grasp of her bountiful breasts while her mouth moved downward into Belle's quivering belly. There she planted dainty kisses on Belle's soft, rippling flesh and playfully tongued her belly button.
"That tickles!" Belle giggled, running her fingers through Sherilee's curly hair.
"How about this?" asked Sherilee, sliding her tongue along the waistband of Belle's panties.
"You're gettin' warmer," purred Belle, writhing with delight.
"This?" asked Sherilee, pressing her mouth against the crotch of Belle's panties.
"Oh!" moaned Belle. "Hot! Very hot!"
"Mmmm, I can almost taste your cunt," said
Sherilee, her hot breath and reverberating voice tantalizing Belle's yearning twat through the sheer veneer of her panty lace. "I'll bet it's real juicy."
"There's only one way to find out," Belle told her.
Spurred by tempestuous desire, Sherilee ripped Belle's panties off with her teeth and buried her face in her mouthwatering muff. Clutching Belle's thighs, Sherilee scoured her scintillating snatch with her wriggling tongue, delving deep into Belle's vaginal honey pot and voraciously lapping her gaping slit.
While Sherilee serviced her insatiable cunt, Belle stuck her fingers in her mouth to get them wet, then sensuously caressed her heaving breasts. She squeezed her tits together and tugged on her throbbing nipples, intensifying her pleasure, savoring these sweet sensations. Sherilee's tongue expertly pecked and flicked Belle's swollen clitoris, sending wave upon wave of ecstasy through her entire body and getting her hot love juices flowing like a river of lust.
"Oh, yeah!" cried Belle, grinding her pussy against Sherilee's gaping mouth. "Oh! Eat me, baby! It feels so good! I love it!"
Gloating with pride in her salacious skills, Sherilee turned up the heat even higher by inserting her forefinger into Belle's tight, juicy cunthole while her naughty tongue continued to swab Belle's luscious love button. "Ah!" Belle gasped, stiffening as Sherilee's diddling digit drove deep into her tender cavern of carnal delight. Sucking on Belle's beaver, Sherilee added another finger, then another, until they were buried in Belle's torrid twat. Then she slowly and gently moved her fingers in and out of Belle's smooth, silky love socket, never once neglecting her excitable clit. While her fingers plunged the depths of Belle's pungent pleasure pit, Sherilee slid her nimble tongue up and down, around and around the nucleus of Belle's seething passion.
Belle bit her lip and reached up to clutch the arm of the couch, her body writhing in unbearable pleasure. Sensing Belle's uncontrollable excitation, Sherilee withdrew her fingers and held her tongue. She pulled the drawstrings and undid the bows that held her panties together, exposing her virtually hairless cunt, then crawled forward until her knees straddled Belle's face. Belle gazed up at Sherilee's appetizing pubic mound and shivered with anticipation.
"Your turn to suck pussy," said Sherilee bluntly.
"I've never done it before," Belle admitted a bit apprehensively.
"Don't worry," smirked Sherilee. "It'll come to you naturally." And before Belle could utter another word, Sherilee lowered her eager snatch to Belle's quivering lips.
Belle's tongue obligingly pierced the folds of Sherilee's pouting cunt lips, traced the rim of her wet orifice, then found and attended to her succulent clit. Swimming in the bittersweet juices of Sherilee's gaping gash, Belle's virgin tongue found the taste much to her liking. So she lapped her lover's luscious labia like a bitch in heat.
"Oh!" groaned Sherilee, clutching her tits and swiveling her pelvis. "That's it! Lick it, girl! Lick my pussy good!"
As Belle wallowed in the throes of wanton lust, she ran her hands up Sherilee's milky thighs, tugging on her flexing garter straps and sinking her nails into Sherilee's firm, young buttocks, prying her ass cheeks apart and drawing her crotch even closer to her gluttonous lips.
"You're a real tiger, aren't you?" Sherilee taunted, smothering Belle's face with her demanding cunt. "You love that pussy, don't you? Huh? It makes you hot, doesn't it? Making it with a whore. Yeah! You can't get enough of my cunt, can you?"
It was true, all true, so true that Belle couldn't resist fingering her own cunt while she rolled her tongue inside Sherilee's saucy pussy. It didn't matter what she did, how she did it, or with whom. All that mattered at the moment was the satisfaction of her lust.
"Well, I'm a tiger, too," Sherilee told her, and proceeded to prove it by spinning around the other way and diving into Belle's scrumptious muff.
Locked in the 69 position, Belle and Sherilee gave and received equal measures of pleasure, their tongues relentlessly flapping within each other's hot holes, their bodies writhing in the incendiary heat of unbridled passion. The air was ripe with the smell of their sex, their flesh moist and glistening with perspiration, their cunts aflame with ecstasy.
"Wanna finish this in bed?" Belle suggested, coming up for air. "We'd probably be more comfortable there."
"What are we waitin' for?" Sherilee replied.
Taking her by the hand, Belle led Sherilee into the adjoining room. There, they embraced and tumbled into the sack, heatedly French kissing and exploring each other's bodies with their eager hands.
"Got any toys?" Sherilee inquired.
"What do you mean?" asked Belle.
"Come on, don't be coy. A horny widow like you must keep somethin' big and hard stashed under her pillow."
"Try the bottom drawer of the night stand," Belle suggested.
Sherilee reached over the edge of the bed, opened the drawer and was pleasantly surprised by what she found. "Hello!" she exclaimed, removing a 12-inch rubber dildo. "Come to mama!"
Sherilee couldn't resist shoving the upper portion of the towering tool deep into her mouth. "Mmm," she remarked, sucking and savoring the artificial appendage. "I can still taste your cunt on this baby, Miz Belle."
"Why, Sherilee, you are evil!" Belle laughingly chided, slapping Sherilee's ass.
"If you think that's nasty," warned Sherilee with a grin, "wait till you see what I do next. Spread your legs," she demanded.
Reclining on the bed, Belle submissively complied, her garter straps stretching with her yawning thighs, her pussy opening like a budding flower. Having sufficiently lubricated the dildo, Sherilee proceeded to guide it into Belle's grateful gash.
Belle quivered as the thick, firm phallus sank into the tight, creamy depths of her twat. She absorbed eight inches with ease, using her thumbs to pry apart the saturated lips of her twat. Equally aroused, Sherilee partially withdrew the dildo, then pushed it back in, relishing the delirious expression on Belle's face as the artificial shaft pressed against her throbbing vaginal walls.
Leering smugly, Sherilee bent down and gave Belle's exposed clitoris a long, juicy lick. That and the rhythmic thrusts of the phallus made Belle's body convulse with exquisite pleasure. "Oh, yeah!" she gasped. "Do that again! Please! Lick me! Lick my clit! Lick it while you pump me with that dick!"
Sherilee did more than that. While one hand drove the dildo in and out of Belle's syrupy smooth snatch, the other caressed her big, bulging tits and, of course, there was Sherilee's tongue-long, hot and wet-mercilessly flicking Belle's pink, burning clit.
"Ohhhh!" Belle cried out, clutching the back of Sherilee's neck, forcing her face into her crotch. "Fuck me! Lick me! Fuck me! Lick me! Make me come! Ohh!"
And come she did, drenching Sherilee's mouth with her seeping love juices, contracting her vagina so hard that it propelled the dildo from her cunt like a torpedo. "Ahhhh!" Belle panted, pulling Sherilee into her embrace and anointing her with kisses. "That was great," she said when she managed to catch her breath.
"Good," replied Sherilee, tracing Belle's lips with her forefinger. "Now you can return the favor."
"I'd be delighted," said Belle, reaching for the dildo. "What's your pleasure?"
"It's been a long night and my pussy's kinda sore," admitted Sherilee. She rolled over onto her belly and looked over her shoulder. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to take it up the ass."
"And so you shall," promised Belle with a wink.
To pave the way, Belle crawled between Sherilee's outstretched legs and bent down to tenderly kiss her rosy, pink rump-first one cheek, then the other. Then, to Sherilee's delight, Belle gently nipped her buttocks, leaving a little tingle. Sherilee giggled. "You're an animal!"
"A real tiger," said Belle. "Remember?"
"Hush up, girl. You've got better things to do with that mouth."
Taking her cue, Belle extended her long, wet tongue and ran it slowly up and down the crack of Sherilee's ass. Sherilee squealed. "That feels good!"
But not as good as when Belle pried apart Sherilee's butt cheeks and drove her drooling tongue deep into her tight anal fissure. "Oh!" Sherilee sighed. "Lick that booty! Stick that tongue up my ass!"
Belle released Sherilee's buttocks to grope her stockinged thighs, but left her wicked tongue embedded in Sherilee's hot, tantalizing orifice. Her saliva thoroughly lubricated Sherilee's anus and trickled down into her sultry slit, preparing her for the intense penetration to come.
"Are you ready to get your ass fucked?" Belle hissed in Sherilee's ear.
"Give it to me!" begged Sherilee, bracing herself. "Give it to me good."
Belle plugged the bloated head of the rubber phallus into Sherilee's narrow asshole, but abruptly paused to intensify her anticipation. Then, without warning, she plunged the phallus several inches into Sherilee's, red-hot rectum.
"Ah-ha!" Sherilee gasped, clutching the bedsheets. But her initial discomfort soon evolved into ecstasy as Belle jerked the dildo in and out of her horny little hole.
"Oh! I want you to ream me!" Sherilee demanded. "Ream me with that big cock! Come on!"
Gripping the lower half of the phallus, Belle purposefully prodded Sherilee's gaping cavity, sliding the plump shaft in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. In the frenzy, Sherilee wallowed like a wildcat and clawed the covers, gyrating her hips and rubbing her crotch against a fluffy pillow.
"Uh!" she grunted through clenched teeth, twisting her head so she could look over her shoulder at a gloating Belle. "You're drivin' me crazy!"
"Is that so?" smirked Belle, deftly rotating the phallus with each searing thrust.
"Make me come!" Sherilee begged.
"Hmm ... and how should I do that?" asked Belle coyly.
"Keep shovin' it into my ass while you eat my pussy."
"Say please," Belle teased.
"Come on, you hot bitch!" Sherilee snarled. "Lick me! Make me come with your mouth!"
"Say it!" Belle demanded, drilling the dildo deeper than ever into Sherilee's throbbing rump hole.
Taking pity on the poor girl, Belle grabbed another pillow, shoved it under Sherilee's belly and propped her up so she could lick her clit while cramming her bun hole.
"Ah! That's it! Oh! Oh!" Sherilee whimpered as
Belle swabbed her luscious love button and continued knocking on her backdoor. Belle timed the strokes of her tongue to her thrusts of the ass fucking phallus. Up and down, in and out she plundered, building momentum, moving faster and faster.
"I'm coming!" Sherilee announced, reaching behind her to clutch and pry apart the quivering cheeks of her ass.
As Sherilee's body went into spasms, Belle eased the phallus as far in as it would go and pressed the tip of her tongue hard against Sherilee's clit. She held it there until Sherilee's cry of ecstasy diminished to a whimper. By then, Belle's face was drenched with Sherilee's inner juices.
When Sherilee finally stopped moaning, Belle gingerly withdrew the stiff phallus from her tender anus. Then, setting the sex toy aside, she wrapped her arms around Sherilee's waist and rested her body on top of hers. "That was good," beamed Sherilee, turning around to face and embrace her newfound playmate.
They kissed and cuddled for a while, their hands gently stroking each other's bare flesh, their nylon-clad calves and thighs rubbing up against each other. Before they knew it, they were both aroused again-their nipples bulging with anticipation.
"This time," promised Sherilee, "we'll come together."
Just as Belle opened her mouth to receive another kiss, Sherilee surprisingly rolled her over onto her back and got on top of her. Pinning Belle's wrist to the bed, Sherilee unfurled her resourceful tongue and used it to sensuously trace Belle's puckered lips.
"Relax," she said. "I'll do the work. But first ... we're gonna get naked."
Slithering like a snake, Sherilee slid her hands and mouth down Belle's body, grazing her arms and breasts with her fingernails and savoring the salty taste of her sweaty belly, groin and inner thighs with her sassy tongue. Next, Sherilee gracefully unhooked Belle's garter straps. Then, using both hands, she slowly peeled Belle's stockings down her long legs and pulled them off one at a time. Finally, she reached behind Belle's lower back, unsnapped the garter belt, and tossed it aside.
Then it was Sherilee's turn to strip. Belle watched with bated breath as the hot, horny hooker unfastened her stockings, detached her garter belt, and oh-so slowly rolled her hosiery down to her ankles. Sherilee then pointed her toes at Belle's mouth. Playing along, Belle bit into each stocking while Sherilee pulled her legs back, tugging free of her flexing nylons.
"Now spread your legs," Sherilee demanded, a command Belle promptly and gladly obeyed. "You'll like this."
Rather than using her fingers or tongue to titillate Belle's tantalizing clit, Sherilee took one of her tits in hand and used her hard nipple to prod Belle's juicy little love button. "Ooooo!" Belle cooed as Sherilee's fleshy melon rubbed against her crotch. "That's very, very stimulating!"
"Oh, yeah," teased Sherilee, sliding her wet nipple into the greasy groove of Belle's tingling twat. "You think that's hot? Well, wait till you get a load of this."
Straightening up to a kneeling position, Sherilee lifted one of Belle's legs and rested it against her shoulder. Then, straddling Belle's lower torso, Sherilee rested her cunt on Belle's so that their clits converged. Then she began to rock back and forth, rubbing her clit against Belle's.
"Ohh!" Belle quivered with immediate gratification. "Ohh, that feels so good! I don't think I can take it!"
"Oh, yes, you can," sneered Sherilee, grabbing Belle's tits and gyrating her pelvis. "I call it pussy to pussy. How do you like it? Huh?"
"I love it!" raved Belle, moving her hips in rhythm with Sherilee's. "Yes! Yes! I do! I do! Faster, Sherilee! Faster! Oh! I think I'm gonna come again!"
"You're damn right you're gonna come!" Sherilee cried gleefully, groping Belle's titties and furiously scraping their gashes together. "You're gonna come and I'm gonna come with you!"
"Oh! Do it! Please!" begged Belle, clutching Sherilee's hips. "Rub me, baby! Rub me hard!
Harder! Harder!"
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhh!" Sherilee grunted, grinding her clit against Belle's feverish hot point. "Oh, yeah! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! I'm comin'! I'm comin'! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"
As they both reached orgasm, Belle pulled Sherilee down on top of her, wrapped her legs around her waist and clung for dear life. It took a long time for their tidal wave of ecstasy to subside. But when it finally did, they exchanged one last, passionate kiss-then drifted off to sleep in each other's tender arms.
CHAPTER THREE
When Belle awoke the next morning, she found herself alone in bed as usual. Sherilee had stolen away hours earlier, no doubt eager to get a jump on another lucrative working day. As for Belle, she could afford to sleep late with her brother-in-law, J.C., covering the front desk until noon.
Thinking about J.C. wasn't one of Belle's favorite occupations. For one thing, he bore a strong resemblance to Bill-tall, strong and handsome. Every time she looked at .C, she was reminded of her late husband and how much she missed him. Yet, that was where the similarities ended. J.C. wasn't the most receptive individual. In fact, he was downright aloof-even to relatives. Although J.C. had everything going for him-looks, youth and a college degree in business administration-he hadn't done much with his life yet. At 27, he was unmarried, content to work forty hours a week as an assistant motel manager, living in one of the shabbier rooms on the premises. No wonder Bill had always referred to his younger brother as "the black sheep of the family."
When she finally did get out of bed, Belle treated herself to a long, hot shower and a big breakfast before putting on her make-up, getting dressed and going to work. She emerged from her apartment adjoining the front office and greeted J.C. with her usual smile.
"Mornin', Belle," he acknowledged, with scarcely a glance.
"Mornin'," she replied, wondering what side of the bed he had gotten up from today. "What's new?"
"Not much. The party in Number Eight checked out. The repairman is fixing the A/C in Number Nine."
"What about the couple in Number Seven?"
"What about 'em?"
"They're newlyweds," said Belle. "Said they were headed for Florida on their honeymoon. I thought they might check out today."
"They haven't budged," J.C. smirked. "In fact, they ordered breakfast in bed."
Belle was about to make a sarcastic remark of her own, but paused as she noticed a familiar black sedan turn into the parking lot. Behind the wheel was Phil Parker, a local used car salesman, but the woman sitting next to him wasn't Mrs. Parker. In fact, unless her eyes deceived her, Belle could have sworn the lady in question was none other than Barbara Baker, the wife of Parker's business partner.
Belle watched as the car pulled into a spot and Parker emerged, looking mighty antsy. He slowly approached the office, glancing nervously from side to side.
"Here comes Philandering Phil," J.C. dryly noted. "I wonder who he's shacking up with today."
"Hush," Belle gently scolded. "His money's as green as anybody's."
J.C. cast a cynical glance Belle's way, then wiped the smirk off his face as Parker walked through the front door.
"Afternoon," said Parker with a nod.
"Afternoon," J.C. replied. "Need a room?"
Parker's guilty eyes avoided Belle's. "Yeah," he replied. "Just for a few hours."
J.C. didn't even bother asking for payment in advance; Parker knew the routine. He pulled out his wallet and handed J.C. two twenty dollar bills. While Parker filled out a registration card, J.C. turned around, scanned the mail slots on the wall and reached for the key to Room Number Eight.
"Wait a minute," said Belle, taking the key out of J.C.'s hand and replacing it with another. "Number two is vacant."
J.C. regarded her quizzically.
"More convenient," Belle explained. "In case you need anything, you'll be right next door," she told Parker, who gladly accepted the key. The man was obviously in a rush and didn't give a damn which room served his purposes.
Belle glanced at the bulge in Parker's trousers. "Enjoy your stay," she said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, I'm sure I will," Parker assured her, hurrying out the door.
Belle watched as the sex-crazed salesman hustled to his vehicle, opened the car door on the passenger side, and discreetly escorted Barbara Baker to their room. Turning her head, Belle made eye contact with a suspicious J.C. and self-consciously looked away. "Ah ... I've got somethin' to take care of," she said. "Will you watch the front desk?"
"Sure," J.C. muttered, rolling his tongue in his cheek and filing the registration card.
Belle retreated to her parlor in the back and closed the door behind her. Hastily, she crossed the room, knelt on the couch, and quietly removed the picture on the wall. Leaning forward, she peered through the peephole into Room Number Two and saw Parker and his mistress locked in a passionate embrace. Parker's hands were all over Barbara Baker's shapely body as they exchanged a deep, lingering French kiss.
To Belle's delight, the illicit lovers wasted no time getting down to business. With the skill of a seasoned seducer, Parker stripped Mrs. Baker of her yellow cotton dress and half-slip, then paused momentarily to admire her fine figure in her white lace bra, high heels and sheer pantyhose. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't wearing panties, a detail that only drove him wilder with desire. He grabbed her by her curly mane of bleached blonde hair, kissed her hand, then ripped open her bra and threw her down on the bed.
Barbara gasped with ecstasy as Parker climbed onto the bed, straddled her waist and reached down to fondle her full, supple breasts. As Phil kneaded her titillating tatas, Barbara longingly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and whipped out his taut, torrid tool. At first, she was content to merely stroke his meaty manhood with her long, slender fingers while he grappled with her husky hooters. But lust got the better of Barbara, who shrugged her shoulders, squeezed her tits together and wedged Parker's prick firmly between them.
"Ah, yeah!" cried Phil, stripping himself of his jacket, tie and shirt while heartily humping her cleavage.
In no time, Parker was in the buff and had his huge cock stuffed halfway down Barbara's throat, all in full view of Belle's prying eye. As Phil worked his rigid rod in and out of his lover's luscious mouth, Belle hiked up her skirt and began massaging her crotch. She had no idea anyone else-especially Barbara Baker-could suck dick with as much conviction as she did. But lo and behold, Barbara gave her husband's partner a blow job he would not soon forget.
No doubt grateful for the service, Parker decided to return the favor. First, he fingered Barbara's cunt through the cotton crotch of her pantyhose. Then, pulling the waistband away from her belly, he tore a big hole in the crotch, exposing Barbara's moist and scintillating pubic mound. Wedging his broad shoulders between her gaping thighs, Phil dove face first into her mouth-watering muff, plunging his wet, eager tongue into her inviting gash.
Suddenly, Belle caught movement in the corner of her eye. She leaped off the couch with a startled gasp and came face to face with an intruder.
"Well, well," said J.C. with a smirk. "Who'd have thought my sister-in-law was a horny little peepin' Tom?"
"Damn it, .C!" cussed Belle, pulling down her skirt and blushing beet-red. "Don't you knock?"
Instead of answering, J.C. drifted toward the couch. Shaken, Belle stepped out of his way.
"Yeah," grinned .C, peering through the hole in the wall. "That there is what you call a real peepshow. Man, they're really going at it!"
"Keep your voice down," Belle demanded.
"Don't worry. They can't hear us," said .C, rising to face her again. "You can still get a good look ... and get yourself all hot and wet."
Enraged, Belle impulsively slapped J.C.'s face. As soon as she did, she regretted it. "I-I'm sorry. 1-1 didn't mean that," she insisted, wincing with embarrassment.
"That's okay, Sis," J.C. shrugged, with a smug smile. "I kind of liked it. Of course, there are better things you can do with your hand."
To prove it, J.C. grabbed Belle's wrist and brought her hand against the sudden bulge in his crotch. Stunned, Belle nonetheless hesitated before pulling her hand away, even more astonished by the length and thickness of his swollen member.
"What do you think?" leered J.C. "Big enough for that hot little pussy of yours?"
"Don't talk like that!" Belle chided.
"Why not? You know you like it."
"I do not!" Belle insisted, avoiding his penetrating gaze. "Especially from you!"
"Is that so," mused J.C. Suddenly, he grabbed her arms, swung her around and pinned her to the wall. Belle froze, holding her breath, staring into his wild eyes. Without warning, J.C. slipped his hand under Belle's skirt and moved it up between her thighs to cup her pubic mound through the crotch of her panties.
"Just as I suspected," he murmured, running his tongue around his lips. "Warm ... wet...."
"Please...." she whimpered as his fingers gently massaged her plump love nest.
"Please, what?" J.C. replied. "Please, no? Or please, yes?"
"You oughtn't be touchin' me that way."
"Why not? Because it excites you?"
"Because ... because I'm your sister-in-law."
"Hell, we aren't blood relations. Besides, you're not even married to my brother anymore. Bill's dead and gone," he coldly reminded her.
"I loved your brother," Belle painfully insisted.
"Yeah, but that was then and this is now. Bill's just a ghost. Me? I'm flesh and blood."
To convince her, J.C. kissed Belle like she had never been kissed before, his lips enveloping hers, his tongue deeply probing her mouth. In the meantime, his nimble fingers slipped under her panties and into the damp depths of her excitable cunt. While his forefinger churned in her creamy crater of lust, his thumb rolled her clitoris like a marble in hot oil.
"You have no idea how I've wanted you ... or for how long," he panted in her ear. "The first time I saw you, I damn near came in my pants. I was so jealous of Bill. I kept wishing it was me who shared your bed. Always wondering what it would be like to hold you ... to touch you ... to taste you ... to fuck you!"
"I-I had no idea," gasped Belle, kissing him back, squirming against the intimate probing of his groping hand. "Oh," she moaned. "This is crazy!"-
"That's why I stayed here after Bill died," J.C. explained, licking her neck. "To be near you. To see you every day. I've just been waiting for the right moment to show you how I really, feel. And now ... now you know."
Removing his hand from Belle's crotch, J.C. grabbed her by the hair and kissed her passionately.
Then he tore his lips away and glared at her lustfully. "Kneel," he commanded.
Belle hesitated, torn between her undying affection for Bill and her undeniable desire for J.C.
"I said, get down on your knees," he quietly but firmly ordered.
Belle submissively sank to the floor before him and watched anxiously as he slowly unzipped his fly and reached into his pants. Her eyes widened as he freed his large, rigid prick, pointing it invitingly at her slick, gaping lips. "Okay, baby," he said. "You know what to do."
Indeed she did. Tenderly, Belle leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss on the bulging crown of J.C.'s looming love pole. Then she gently rubbed her pouting red lips along his stiff, flexing shaft, getting intimately acquainted with its substantial dimensions.
"Ah, yeah," sighed J.C. approvingly, flapping the head of his frisky phallus against Belle's cheek as her mouth probed its bulky base. "I've been dreaming about this for years."
Belle's tongue came into play, licking his solid stem from top to bottom as if it were a popsicle, swirling around and around the bulbous knob of his hefty hard-on. She tasted a single drop of semen that oozed from the tip of his taut tool, then opened her lips wide to receive the full measure of his magnificent manhood.
As Belle's mouth enveloped his cock, J.C. let out a groan of triumph. "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Ah! Suck it, baby! Suck that juicy dick!"
Wrapping her fist around the base of J.C.'s jutting joystick, Belle worked her mouth up and down his meaty mojo, driving every savory inch of it over her tongue and down her throat. Relishing his conquest, J.C. grabbed Belle by the scruff of her neck, flexed his knees and jerked his hips back and forth, fucking his firm, fervent phallus in and out of her gulping gullet.
"Uhhh! Uhhh!" he grunted, throwing back his head. "Oh, yeah, baby! Eat me! Eat my meat!"
Clutching the back of his thighs through his trousers, Belle devoured J.C. to the balls, sliding her tight lips faster and faster up and down his potent prick. It was more than any man could stand and J.C. didn't even try. Gritting his teeth, he jammed his ramrod to the back of Belle's throat and launched his heady load. "Ah!" he cried, depositing a mouthful of his jizzum. Keeping her lips sealed, Belle hungrily swallowed every oozing ounce of J.C.'s manly essence.
"Oh, yeah...." J.C. moaned. "I knew it. I knew you'd be a great cocksucker. Thank you, baby."
Belle leaned back to catch her breath, allowing J.C.'s wilting wad to slip from her lips. But no sooner had she relaxed than he lifted her off the floor and pinned her to the wall, pressing his mouth against hers and running his hands up her skirt.
"You are the hottest piece of ass I ever laid hands on," he panted in her face. Coming from another guy, the remark would have turned Belle off. But J.C.'s uninhibited lust only ignited Belle's own repressed passion.
"I want you to fuck me," she said to his face. "Please! Fuck me now!"
"All in good time," J.C. promised with a gleeful grin. "All in good time."
Suddenly, J.C. ripped open Belle's blouse. She flinched, aroused by his impetuousness. Then, rather than unhooking her bra, he roughly pulled down the cups, exposing Belle's tantalizing tits. Stunned by their beauty, J.C. just stood there admiring them for a few moments. Then, unable to contain his lust, he gathered them in his hands and shivered with delight. He squeezed her breasts until their hard, pink nipples protruded like a pair of nose-cones, then teased them with the tip of his tongue.
"Oooo," Belle quivered, reaching down to stroke his revived cock.
J.C. responded to her caress by feasting on Belle's mouthwatering mummeries. "Mmm!" he moaned, lusciously sucking each of her jutting jugs. "Better than I imagined!" he raved. "Big and juicy! Just the way I like 'em!"
As he gnawed on Belle's succulent melons, J.C. unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs. Then he dropped his pants and his briefs, and provocatively rubbed the bloated head of his penis against the crotch of Belle's bikini panties. "Oh," she murmured, spreading her legs apart and running her fingers through his hair. Sliding his other hand up and down Belle's leg, J.C. was thrilled to discover that she wearing black, thigh-high stockings. He ripped off Belle's panties and drove his eager cock up and into her hot honey pot.
Belle swooned with ecstasy as J.C. penetrated her to the hilt. His full, firm phallus fit her like a fist in a glove, throbbing as it surged through her vibrant pussy.
"Fuck me!" she begged breathlessly, crossing her arms around her neck and wrapping her legs around his. It was a plea J.C. was more than willing to oblige. Clutching her waist, he began grinding his pelvis, thrusting his tantalizing tool all the way in and out of her gaping gash.
As he slowly and methodically skewered her scintillating snatch, J.C. teased Belle's tender nipples with the tip of his wicked tongue. "Oh!" she quivered uncontrollably. "Oh, no! No!"
"Oh, yes!" he mercilessly hissed, nailing her to the wall, impaling her to the balls with his potent prong. For good measure, J.C. lusciously lapped Belle's swelling cleavage and reached behind her to clutch the flexing cheeks of her full, firm ass.
"Oh-h-h, baby!" Belle wallowed, pressing his face against her heaving bosom. "Give it to me good! Fuck me like you mean it!"
"Like this?" he taunted, pumping his jackhammer of a prick harder and faster, until his sweaty groin pounded against Belle's burning beaver.
"Uh-huh!" she grunted. "Oh! Gimme that dick! Oh! It's so big! I love it! Yeah! Feels so good! I think I'm gonna come!"
"Not so fast, honey," said J.C., abruptly withdrawing his hot wad from her saucy slit.
"Oh, don't stop now!" Belle pleaded. "I want your cock! I want it bad!"
"You're gonna get it, all right," J.C. promised. "Come here."
J.C. directed Belle to the couch. "Look through the peephole," he told her.
"W-w-what?" Belle stammered.
"Go on," he said. "Kneel on the couch and look through the peephole. Just do it."
Obeying her love master, Belle climbed onto the couch and leaned forward to peer through the hole in the wall, not realizing that she had assumed the doggie position. She was thrilled to see Parker and Barbara Baker were still going at it. In fact, now they were totally nude and in the 69 position. Parker was flat on his back, massaging Barbara's shapely buttocks and running his lizard-like tongue up and down her yawning slit. Barbara was just as busy-her head bobbing as she gluttonously devoured Parker's looming love muscle and vigorously fondled his dangling testicles.
Dripping with lust, Belle almost came as J.C. wrapped his powerful hands around her milky thighs and started licking her pussy from behind. Belle bit her lip as J.C. twisted his eel-like tongue in the syrupy slopes of her vaginal canal, then flicked and fluttered around her throbbing clitoris. All the while, Belle kept her eye trained on the lovers next door, titillated by their uninhibited and wanton lust, surprised to see Barbara Baker doing things with Parker that she probably wouldn't do with her husband-like straddle his hips and ride his dick the way she'd ride a pony-like letting him tit fuck her, driving his long, strong cock all the way up and into her eager mouth-like taking it in the ass and licking every hard, piercing inch of his cum-spewing prick.
While Belle enjoyed the view, J.C. enjoyed the bittersweet nectar of her simmering cunt juices. Tantalized by the silky smoothness of her stockinged thighs, he thoroughly scoured her succulent snatch, expertly weaving and wagging his tongue in its recesses. When he had satisfied his appetite and had merely whetted hers, J.C. stood up straight, stepped up to Belle's plump, delectable rump, and effortlessly guided his taut torpedo of lust deep into her saturated cunt.
"Aw-w-w-w," moaned Belle, closing her eyes momentarily in exquisite ecstasy. When she opened them again, she spied Parker and Barbara Baker assuming the missionary position. As J.C. took hold of Belle's hips and began pumping his prick in and out of her oozing orifice, Parker plunged his hot meat poker into Barbara's tight, tantalizing box.
"Hah! Hah!" J.C. huffed as his darting dick sliced smoothly into Belle's horny hole. "Make it tight, baby!" he demanded. "I like it tight!"
Belle constricted her vaginal muscles, tightening them like a vise against J.C.'s surging manhood. "Yeah-h-h!" he moaned approvingly. "That's it! Aw-w-w, baby! That's what I call good pussy!"
Thrilled by his aggressive thrusts into her torrid tunnel of love, Belle nevertheless managed to keep a vigilant voyeur's eye on the couple in Room Number Two. Parker had wedged himself in a kneeling position between Barbara's gaping thighs so that he could fondle her tits and watch her face while he methodically fucked her. His pelvic thrusts were in sync with J.C.'s, moderately paced but deep and satisfying, calculated for lingering pleasure. No doubt he was a great lay, because the usually reserved Mrs. Baker was panting and groaning like a bitch in heat, thrashing her head from side to side, and finally hoisting her legs to absorb as much of Parker's hefty hard-on as possible. The cunt-crazy salesman seized the opportunity by grabbing Barbara's ankles and holding her legs aloft while his potent prick pummeled her helpless pussy. Eventually, Parker rested Barbara's calves against his shoulders, leaned forward for maximum penetration, and began banging her with a force that was downright ferocious.
"Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha!" Barbara wailed like a sex-crazed hellcat. "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha!"
All that lust-laden noise only brought out the stud in J.C. He began clawing at Belle's flesh and groping her dangling tits, quickening the pace of his long, hard thrusts into her luscious conduit of pleasure. Soon, his groin was slamming against her butt cheeks, his turgid tool digging deeper and deeper into her sweet, sultry snatch.
"Mmmmm," moaned Belle, lowering her head in unbearable ecstasy, unable to concentrate on Parker and Barbara Baker. "Give it to me!" she demanded of J.C. "Hump me, baby! Hump me!"
"Oh, yeah!" J.C. panted, sweat pouring down his face and chest, trickling into his crotch and dripping onto Belle's writhing flesh. "Best pussy I ever had!" he raved. "Just like I imagined it! No! Better! Oh! Gonna make you come, baby! Gonna make you come so good, you're gonna beg for more!"
"Give it to me!" Belle goaded him. "Fuck me good! Make me come! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Clutching her slender waist, J.C. rapidly rammed his rod in and out of Belle's bodacious beaver. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted to punctuate his thrusts. It was more than enough to put her over the top-way over the top. Just before she came, Belle pressed her eye against the peephole and saw Parker holding his cock in his hand and squirting his cum all over Barbara Baker's tits and face.
J.C. came a few minutes later, wisely withdrawing his erupting cock from his sister-in-law's cunt and instead ejaculating in the gaping crack of her ass. Satisfied beyond all expectations, Belle gratefully turned around, grabbed J.C.'s prick and stuffed it in her mouth, gulping down the rest of his spurting seed.
"Ah," he sighed, driving his oozing meat deep into Belle's throat and caressing her cheek. "Suck me dry, baby. Yeah, that's a good girl."
When Belle finally came up for air, she leaned back on the couch and stared up admiringly at J.C. "I hate to admit it," she said. "But that was the best fucking anybody ever gave me."
"Better than Bill?" asked .C, pulling up his pants.
Belle hesitated, then swallowed hard and haltingly confessed, "Y-yes."
J.C. grinned. "And that's just for starters."
"Hold me," Belle implored him with outstretched arms.
J.C.'s smile curled into a smirk. "I've got work to do," he replied coolly, zipping up his fly. Then he turned and walked out of the room.
Belle shuddered at the thought that just an hour earlier, J.C. was nothing more to her than an unpleasant reminder of Bill. Suddenly, everything had changed. She reached down to gently stroke her throbbing pussy and breathlessly murmured, "Oh, dear. I think I'm in love."
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that afternoon, Belle decided to pay a visit to the newlyweds in Room Number Seven. But when she reached their door and noticed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob, she thought better of the idea.
Along the way back to the office, Belle noticed that Room Number Eleven was being cleaned. It was the perfect time to check on Consuela, the motel chambermaid. The 22-year-old Cuban was a real beauty, with a sweet disposition, but difficult to manage. With her dark hair, dark eyes, dark complexion and a figure that turned just about every male head in town, Consuela was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Yet despite her physical assets, she was a mediocre worker who barely knew how to make a bed, let alone clean out a toilet bowl. Nevertheless, big-hearted Belle had sympathized with Consuela and wanted to give her every opportunity to realize the American Dream.
Still, that didn't stop Belle from blowing her stack when she stepped into Room Number Eleven and she found Consuela sitting in a chair with her feet up on a table and smoking a cigarette.
"Que pasa?" Belle repeated incredulously, fanning the air. "You're smokin'! That's what's que pasa!"
Consuela nodded approvingly, obviously not comprehending. "Si, senora. Si."
"Don't 'si' me, missy," said Belle, taking the cigarette out of Consuela's hand and crushing it in the nearest ashtray. "You're supposed to be workin', not smokin'."
Consuela stared at the crumpled cigarette, then at Belle, and smiled wanly. "Si."
Belle took a deep breath. "No cigarettes. Okay?"
"Okay," said Consuela, rising from her chair and grabbing a nearby feather duster.
When Belle returned to the office, she was surprised to find Bruce Klinger waiting for her. "Well, well," said Belle. "If it isn't the newlywed. Haven't seen hide or hair of you in two days."
"Yeah, well, Linda and I have been kind of ... busy," Bruce shyly admitted. "If you know what I mean."
"Indeed, I do," grinned Belle. "I take it Mrs. Klinger has come around to see your point of view."
"Has she ever!" exclaimed Bruce. "Turns out the woman's insatiable."
"Well, then, I guess you won't be needing any more of my ... tutoring," winked Belle.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Now, now, honey," warned Belle. "At this point, it wouldn't be fair to your young wife if you and me continued carrying on behind her back."
"Actually, I had something else in mind. You see, we were ... like ... talking in bed."
"Talking in bed? What an innovative idea," teased Belle.
"We were discussing the kind of things that ... you know ... turn us on. You know ... finding out what we could do for each other."
"Uh-huh," Belle nodded, anxious for him to get to the point.
"Well, one of the things I suggested was ... well...."
"A threesome?" asked Belle dryly. "Yeah! How'd you know?"
"A wild hunch."
"Linda didn't cotton to the idea at first. But the more I talked about it, the more interested she became."
"Your wife? The woman who ran off in the middle of the night because she was afraid of losing her virginity?"
"She's over that now," Bruce insisted. "In fact, after the last two days, she's shed just about all of her inhibitions."
"I'll bet," quipped Belle.
"So how about it?"
"How about what?"
"How about joining us tonight for a little fun."
"Hmm. I don't know. I've known women to completely change their minds, but I've never known one to undergo such a drastic transformation. Are you sure it's okay with your wife?"
"Absolutely."
"Hmm, I don't know," Belle balked. "I mean, I'm gettin' a lot of action lately. I don't know that I need this kind of excitement."
"It would sure mean a lot to me. I mean ... to us," Bruce corrected himself. "It would help get our marriage off to a good, healthy start."
"In what way?"
"Building trust ... sexual compatibility. Come on, what do you say?"
Belle thought it over. She had certainly enjoyed her love lessons with Bruce the other night, not to mention her experience with Sherilee. The idea of following up her hot encounter with J.C. with a menage a trois was certainly a tempting offer. Throwing caution to the wind, Belle made her decision. "It's a date."
At about 10 P.M. that night, Belle discreetly exited the rear entrance of her apartment and made her way in the darkness around the back of the motel. Garbed in a black cocktail dress, she was virtually unnoticeable, although it wasn't easy to cover unpaved ground in her spiked high heels. She noticed a light emanating from the slightly open bathroom window of Room Number Seven. Curious, she decided to take a quick peek.
Someone was taking a shower, no doubt in preparation for the extramarital festivities to follow. Silently peering over the window sill and through a part in the shower curtain, Belle could see it was Linda Klinger. The 5'-2" blonde was lathering her shapely body, languidly rubbing a bar of soap up and down her inner thighs, then sudsing her large but well-stacked breasts and full, rounded buttocks. The sight of bubbly white foam streaming into Linda's lovely loins and saturating her thick but neatly cropped patch of pubic hair gave Belle a perverse thrill. The girl had a fine body, one that was undoubtedly built for pleasure and that Belle looked forward to sampling.
Moving around to the front of the building, Belle made sure no one else was about, then rapped gently on the door. Bruce greeted her in a pair of striped boxer shorts with a nervous but eager smile on his face. "Hi," he said. "Glad you could make it."
"Me, too," Belle replied. She glanced over her shoulder. "May I come in?"
"Please, do," said Bruce, ushering her into the room and locking the door behind her. "Linda's in the shower."
"Mm. I know," said Belle.
"How about a drink?" he offered.
"What have you got?"
"Chablis."
"That'll do."
Bruce poured a glass for each of them and proposed a toast. "To you."
"To us," Belle amended.
They tapped glasses and took a hearty swig.
"Why don't you ... get comfortable while we're waiting for Linda," Bruce suggested, turning on the radio and tuning in some mellow jazz.
"How comfortable?" asked Belle.
"Very comfortable."
Belle took another sip of wine, then rested the glass on a nearby table and started to strip to the music. Bruce watched with obvious delight as she gracefully slipped out of her dress, unhooked her bra and peeled off what was nothing more than a flimsy g-string. Nude but for her black lace garter belt, silk stockings and heels, Belle placed her hands on her hips and struck an enticing pose, amused to see that Bruce's boxer shorts now resembled a pup tent.
"That's fine," he told her. "Leave the rest on."
"Yeah, well, you'd better take the rest off," she suggested.
Just as Bruce dropped his shorts, Linda emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She took one look at Belle and another at Bruce and practically leaped out of her skin. "Why, who are you?" she asked, addressing the scantily clad stranger in her honeymoon suite.
"I'm Belle," she said, turning to face the young bride. "The owner of the motel."
"Is that a fact?" said Linda. "And what are you doin' in here dressed-that is, undressed-like that? Deliverin' room service?"
Belle glanced at Bruce and then back at Linda and shrugged. "You invited me."
"Huh?"
"Now, honey," said Bruce to his wife with an uneasy grin. "Remember what we said about getting us another partner?"
Linda stared incredulously at her husband. "You mean ... you were serious about that?"
"I thought you said it was okay with your wife," Belle interjected, regarding Bruce with an icy glare.
"It is!" Bruce insisted innocently, going over and putting his arm around Linda's shoulder.
"Bruce...." she said, shrugging him off. "II ... don't even know this woman."
"Well, then, honey," he replied philosophically. "Now's a good time to get acquainted." With that, Bruce suddenly yanked away Linda's towel, stripping her bare. Shrieking, his bashful bride scrambled in vain to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms, and made a move for the bathroom. But Bruce blocked the doorway, leaving Linda nowhere to run and hide.
"Come on, buttercup," coaxed Bruce. "Let's all just relax and have a good time." He took one step toward his wife and she backed up, tripping over Belle's crumpled dress and falling flat on the bed.
Taking the initiative, Belle got on top on Linda, straddling her stomach and pinning her wrists to the mattress. "Why don't you give it a try, sugar?" Belle calmly suggested. "I mean, as long as everybody's naked. If you don't like it, we'll just call it a night."
"I don't like it now," Linda resisted. Oddly enough, she wasn't struggling. In fact, being dominated by another woman seemed to have a pacifying effect on the feisty blonde. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off Belle's sumptuous breasts as they hovered over her face.
"Are you sure?" questioned Belle. Before Linda could answer, Belle swooped down and rubbed her pert nipples against Linda's, sending a shiver through her body. As the easily excitable bride tried to catch her breath, Belle impulsively kissed her, sliding her soft, serpentine tongue deep into Linda's mouth.
The kiss startled both of them, but it seemed to do the trick. The two women stared at each other long and hard. Then Belle let go of Linda's wrists, allowing her to make the next move. The buxom blonde bit her lip in obvious desire, then she passionately grabbed Belle by the nape of the neck and pulled her down for another soulful kiss.
Bruce watched with delight as his wife and lover became better acquainted, patiently awaiting his turn, his throbbing prick prone for action. Stroking his restless shaft, he shivered with anticipation as Belle's lingering kisses evolved into an intimate oral expedition of Linda's submissive body. Starting at the neck, Belle glided her tongue into Linda's fragrant cleavage, across her smooth belly, around the trimmed edges of her hairy pubic mound and along each tender inner thigh.
Moaning softly, Linda slowly spread her legs, gradually exposing the pink pearl embedded in her gaping gash. Gently, Belle used her thumb and middle finger to part the gleaming wet lips of Linda's luscious labia, then extended the tip of her drooling tongue to titillate Linda's tender clitoris.
Linda shuddered as Belle lovingly lapped her luscious little love button. So intense was her pleasure that she reached down to caress Belle's curly mane.
Intensely aroused by this erotic spectacle, Bruce climbed onto the bed and began fondling Linda's bountiful breasts. While Belle busily munched on her mouth-watering twat and Bruce kneaded her full, firm tits, Linda closed her fist around her husband's huge, hovering cock. As he tweaked her protruding nipples, Linda jerked his jutting joint, rhythmically grinding her pelvis to the sassy sound of a saxophone on the radio and the measured strokes of Belle's naughty, nimble tongue.
While Belle continued to feast on Linda's succulent snatch, Bruce availed himself of his bride's sumptuous cleavage, straddling her rib cage, pushing her tits together and wedging his meaty wad between them. Rocking back and forth, he slid his potent pecker clear up to Linda's gaping lips, coaxing her to lick the fiery tip of his red-hot lollipop of lust.
Stimulated by Belle's thorough tongue-lashing, Linda was willing to do more than she'd ever done before, allowing Bruce to rub his cock against her face, to trace her lips with its swollen head, and, finally, to shove its taut, veiny shaft deep into her warm, wet mouth.
"Yeah!" Bruce exclaimed, holding Linda's head in his hands and driving his meaty manhood down her gulping gullet. In the meantime, Belle fanned the flames of Linda's lust by sweetly swabbing her saucy slit and using her forefinger to plumb her creamy vaginal depths.
Later, Belle and Bruce switched positions. While he chowed down on his wife's eager beaver, Belle lowered her luscious crotch onto Linda's face, demanding the pleasures of her virgin tongue. It was obvious that Linda had never eaten pussy before, but it wasn't long before she got the hang of it. Her tentative tongue plowed the fleshy furrow of Belle's pouting cunt lips, then delved into the hot pudding of her vaginal canal, finally pinpointing the nucleus of Belle's ferocious lust and lavishly licking that horny clit until it throbbed with ecstasy.
As the long night wore on, the horny threesome pushed their pleasure to the limits of their endurance. First, Bruce and Belle teamed up to tease and tantalize Linda's jumbo jugs. While Belle squeezed and sucked Linda's right tit, Bruce sucked on the left one, each flicking and licking her throbbing nipples until Linda was fit to be tied.
To satisfy her yearning, Linda fingered her own oven-hot cunt, squirming with delight as their lips tugged on her luscious hooters, quivering and quaking as her greasy fingertips rolled around and around her tingling clit. She came with a mighty shudder, whimpering. But as gratifying as her orgasm was, it did not quell Linda's desire. Having been stripped of all inhibition, she wanted more-much more-and she was determined to get it.
Next, it was Bruce's turn to savor the sensual charms of his loving bride and eager mistress. Lying flat on his back, Bruce relaxed while the girls pleasured his looming totem of lust. Belle and Linda took turns sucking his dick, their tantalizing tongues swirling around his slick, stiff shaft, their taut, tight lips vigorously tugging on his towering tool. It soon became a contest to see who was the better cocksucker, with Linda going down so hard, so deep, that she devoured every juicy inch of Bruce's manhood. To top that, Belle not only blew him from stem to scrotum, but also rolled his balls around in her mouth while his frisky phallus swung and swayed. Then the two women gladly shared Bruce's bone of contention, simultaneously licking its long, stiff neck, rolling their red, wet lips around its plump, pink head, and then pressing their open mouths together in a soul kiss that enveloped his semen-seeping organ.
"Oh, man!" Bruce gasped as they again took turns sucking his delectable dick. "That feels so good! Oh, honey! You sure know how to suck! Eat that meat! Eat it, baby! Eat it!"
Linda and Belle looked at each other and giggled, not knowing who Bruce was addressing. Tired of servicing him, they decided to put that mouth and cock of his to better use. So while Belle sat on Bruce's face and had his titillating tongue whip her clit into a frenzy, Linda mounted his horn of plenty, facing the foot of the bed. Up and down she bobbed, sliding his jaunty joystick in and out of her voracious cunt.
Bruce moaned, suckling on Belle's juicy clit, stroking her stockinged thighs and tugging on her garter straps.
"Lick me, boy!" she lasciviously demanded, grinding her gash in his face, practically smothering him with her lust. "Eat my hot pussy!"
Obediently, Bruce wagged his captive tongue up and down, side to side, around and around, thoroughly scouring Belle's plush, pungent pit of passion as lustful Linda blissfully whittled his woody. As she smoothly worked her tight toolbox from the tippy-top of Bruce's pecker to its solid base, Linda gathered her bouncing boobs in her hands and squeezed them tightly. "Ohhh! Ohhhh!
Ohhhh!" she repeatedly moaned, delirious with ecstasy.
By midnight, they got down to some serious fucking, with Bruce taking Belle and Linda on one at a time. First, he got it on with Belle, putting it to her nice and easy while Linda applied her sweet, pouting lips to Belle's appetizing tatas. Belle purred like a kitten as Linda nibbled on her nipples and Bruce plundered her pussy with his big stud cock.
Linda got pretty turned on herself, watching her husband fornicate with another woman. She alternated between kissing Belle and kissing Bruce, her tits cupped in each of her hands, her playful tongue wiggling and worming its way into Belle's ticklish ear.
But it was Bruce who derived most of the pleasure, groping for Belle's husky tits as he entered and reentered her scintillating sheath with gusto. Hooking his fingers around Belle's flexing garter straps, he reined her in like a little love pony, grinding his lean, mean meat to the hilt.
Then it was time to fuck Linda. Only, instead of assuming the missionary position, Bruce chose to penetrate her from behind, humping his honey like a jockey driving a filly toward the finish line.
"Try stickin' it up her ass," Belle suggested, providing some inspiration.
"Won't that hurt?" asked Linda uneasily.
"Not if you're sufficiently lubricated," Belle replied. With that, she bent down and planted a gentle, reassuring kiss on Linda's shoulder. Then her lips slid slowly down the arch of Linda's spine and into the small of her back. Pausing there, Belle gently pried apart the dainty pink cheeks of Linda's scrumptious ass, exposing her tight, tiny anal fissure. Unfurling her drooling tongue. Belle lusciously licked the delicate cavity, sending shivers of unexpected pleasure through Linda's submissive body. While she was at it, Belle used her juicy tongue to coat the head of Bruce's protruding penis with her warm saliva. "There," she said. "Now ease it into her slowly."
Linda braced herself, expecting pain. But as Bruce injected the tip of his titillating tool into her saturated rectum, Linda found the tight, fluid fit much to her liking. "Oh!" she groaned with ecstasy as Bruce gradually buried several inches of his potent prick in her snug little bumhole. It was even better when he slowly withdrew, only to press forward again, pushing his cock a little deeper this time.
"Now start pumpin'," Belle told Bruce. "Drive it home, big boy."
Bruce took to rump-wrangling like a real cowboy, reaming his bare-assed bride with groin-grinding gusto. Swiveling and snapping his pelvis back and forth, he crammed his love club deeper and deeper into Linda's bodacious booty until his balls were lapping against her lust-drenched crotch.
"Fuck her, boy!" Belle goaded Bruce. "Fuck her! She loves it! Don't you, sugar?"
"Oh, yeah!" Linda enthusiastically confirmed, lifting her lower torso off the bed to meet Bruce's aggressive thrusts, desperate to absorb the full measure of his merciless manhood. "Give it to me!" she cried. "Fuck my ass!"
Relishing his wife's total submission, Bruce dug his fingers into her gyrating hips and repeatedly skewered her hot slot, ramming his hefty harpoon into the heart of her unbridled lust. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, punctuating his thrusts. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
"Ream her!" Belle taunted, whipping them both into a frenzy. "Ream her like a cheap whore! Put some juice in her caboose! Go on, boy! Show her who's the man!"
"Er-r-r-r-r!!" Bruce growled, penetrating Linda's gaping grotto. "Oh, baby, yeah! Gonna come in your sweet ass!"
"Give it to me!" begged Linda, on the verge of her own monumental orgasm. "Squirt it inside me, baby!"
Clutching Linda's waist, Bruce completely withdrew his cock from her scorching anus, then lunged forward, driving his meat spike all the way in. "Yes," he cried, launching his heady load.
As Bruce's hot, creamy cum gushed into her throbbing orifice, Linda shoved her hands under her belly and into the moist thicket of her crotch. Frantically rubbing her clitoris, she triggered her own electrifying climax, tearfully wailing.
When the tidal wave of ecstasy had subsided, Bruce and Linda showed Belle their appreciation for her inspired coaching. While their horny playmate laid on her back, the honeymooners stirred their tongues in the saucy pool of her cunt, occasionally pausing for a passionate French kiss.
"Mmmmm," moaned Belle. "You lovebirds sure know how to party."
"That's because we have a good tutor," Bruce replied, reaching up to caress one of Belle's supple breasts.
"Yeah," Linda cheerfully agreed, kissing Belle on the lips. "Got anything else to teach us?"
"Oh, I think you two can figure out the rest yourselves," said Belle, wrapping her arms around Linda and drawing her body close.
While the two women wrestled in the throes of renewed passion, Bruce's cock swelled with fresh desire. He watched as they kissed and caressed-Linda rolling on top of Belle, their intertwined bodies writhing, their hands groping each other's flesh, breasts upon breasts, thighs on thighs, clit rubbing against clit. It was more than any man could passively observe, so Bruce wedged himself between their gaping legs and slipped his slick dick into Belle's succulent snatch for one more tantalizing taste. After awhile, Bruce switched to Linda's torrid twat, then back to Belle, then back to Linda, again and again, doubling up on his share of the pleasure.
Finally, Bruce figured out a way to make all three of them happy. Laying on top of Linda, who herself pressed against Belle, and holding both women in a powerful embrace, Bruce slid his petrified python of a prick between their hot, throbbing pussies and began humping, driving his hard dick along the inner walls of their converging labias and prodding both their clits at the same time.
The sound of both women moaning with ecstasy spurred Bruce on. He moved faster and faster, harder and harder, until the friction reached a fever pitch. Then, suddenly, all three of them came spontaneously in a deafening chorus of rapturous moans, groans and grunts. Bruce's spurting seed shot all the way up to Linda's and Belle's grinding bellies, and didn't stop until he had saturated their crotches with his manly essence. Thankfully, both women licked each other and their lover clean, savoring his thick, creamy jizzum as if it were the final course of a sumptuous feast. Then all three affectionately cuddled, exhausted and spent, but sublimely fulfilled.
"Thanks for the second honeymoon," Belle said to the honeymooners.
"It was our pleasure," Bruce replied, gently kissing her on one cheek while Linda kissed her on the other.
"No," Belle disagreed. "The pleasure was mine."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where were you last night?" asked J.C. the moment Belle walked into the office the next morning. Judging by the tone of his voice, he was more disappointed than curious or annoyed.
"I might ask you the same question," Belle coyly replied, stepping behind the counter and giving her lover an affectionate peck on the cheek.
"I asked you first," J.C. persisted, running his hands around her ass.
"I was with friends," Belle told him.
J.C. regarded her with playful skepticism. "Friends?"
Belle decided she had nothing to lose by being honest. "The young couple in Room Number Seven," she said.
"You mean the newlyweds?"
"Mm-hm."
"The whole night?" J.C. challenged with his typical smirk.
Belle looked him in the eyes and smiled slyly. "That's right. All night long."
J.C.'s crooked smile vanished as he caught her drift. His expression changed to one of stunned disbelief. "You mean ... you...."
"Uh-huh," Belle confessed. "In fact," she added, moving closer and rubbing her hand against J.C.'s crotch, "I think I ought to introduce you to them. Three's fun, but four's even better."
"You are one horny bitch," J.C. grinned, fondling her breasts.
"Better not get yourself all worked up," Belle warned, pulling away.
"Why not? Business is slow. Hell, we could have a quickie behind this desk."
"Dream on," teased Belle.
"Aw, come on," J.C. pleaded.
"Are you crazy? What if somebody walks in on us?"
"Well, then how about a blow job? Just to tide me over until tonight. No one will see you behind the counter."
"You are so crude!" Belle chided.
"Yeah," J.C. agreed, unzipping his fly and freeing his already rock-hard prick. "But then, that's what you like about me."
"I'm lookin' at what I like about you," Belle giggled, admiring his handsome hard-on.
"Well, then help yourself," J.C. offered.
Feeling naughty, Belle sank to her knees before him and cheerfully obliged, taking his stiff, savory meat into her willing mouth.
"Hah! Yeah!" sighed J.C. as Belle's taut, pouting lips slid slowly up and down the throbbing shaft of his elongated cock. "Mmm, mmm, girl! That sure is sweet."
But just as it was getting really good, the door to the office opened, and in walked a fat, balding man with a thick mustache. J.C. flinched, recognizing the man as a guest staying in Room Number Twelve.
"Good mornin'," the man chimed, marching straight up to the counter, but oblivious to what was going on behind it.
"It certainly is," J.C. agreed, twisting his waist, folding his arms and leaning forward across the desk. "What can I do to you ... er ... for you?"
"Well," said the guest, "I was wonderin' if you could do something about the noise in the room next to mine."
"The noise?" J.C. repeated, distracted by Belle's incessant sucking, which had not abated.
"Yeah, sounds like someone's gettin' murdered in there," the guest complained. "A lot of screamin' and moanin' and bangin' against the wall. I checked in late last night and thought I'd sleep late, but I can't with all the racket in there."
"I-I'm ... s-sorry, sir," said J.C. haltingly as Belle went right on playing his skin flute. "I'll ... I'll...."
The guest stared at J.C. as if studying him. "You'll what?" he asked impatiently.
"I'll check it out," J.C. managed to blurt out.
"Please do," said the man, turning to leave. "Hell," he muttered, opening the front door. "What kind of place are you runnin' here?"
As soon as he left, Belle released J.C.'s dick from her mouth and laughed.
"You're a piece of work," J.C. told her, looking down.
Then it was Sherilee's turn to intrude. Sashaying into the office, she came up to the counter to ask J.C. a question and happened to glance down over the edge. "Belle?" she inquired, chomping on bubble gum and wide-eyed with wonder. "Is that you down there?"
"Well, it isn't Santa Claus," quipped Belle. "Would you do me a favor, Sherilee?"
"What's that, honey?"
"Finish off J.C. for me. I have to check somethin' out."
"I'd be delighted," replied Sherilee, getting a gander at J.C.'s trouser trout. "Huh?" gulped J.C.
"Thanks," said Belle, rising from her knees. "I owe you one."
"Don't mention it," said Sherilee, taking her place on the floor.
J.C. watched in amazement as Belle nonchalantly walked out the door. Then he looked down at Sherilee.
"Well, what have we here?" smiled Sherilee, taking J.C.'s juicy cock in her hand and drawing it to her thick, ruby lips.
In the meantime, Belle went to check out the mysterious disturbance. Room Number Twelve was a corner suite, meaning the noise could only be coming from Number Eleven, which was supposed to be vacant. When she got there, Belle discovered an unattended housecleaning cart parked right outside the room, but no sign of Consuela. She tried the knob, but the door was locked. She tried peering through the room window, but the curtains were drawn. Belle used her passkey to open the door and cautiously stepped into the dark foyer. Quietly closing the door behind her, she reached for the nearest light and flicked the switch.
"Oh, my goodness!" cried Belle.
There on the bed, completely naked, was Consuela and a young Hispanic man. She was astride him, her brown thighs spread wide apart, his cock deeply embedded in her gaping pussy, their clothing strewn all about the room.
"Ai-yee!" wailed Consuela, rolling off her lover and scrambling to cover herself under the bedsheets.
Belle glared at them as they cowered under their blanket. "First, I catch you smokin' on the job. Now I catch you fuckin'. That's what I get for trustin' you, eh?"
"Por favor, senora," Consuela pleaded.
Her embarrassed Latin lover got out of bed and reached for his pants folded over a nearby chair.
"Hold it!" Belle demanded sharply. The raven-haired man paused and turned around to confront her. Suddenly, Belle was speechless, staring in awe at his magnificent body. His limbs and torso were etched in rippling muscles, and his well-hung cock stretching halfway down his thighs.
"What is your name?" Belle asked him in a firm tone of voice.
His dark eyes scrutinized her from head to toe. Then he replied, "Raul."
"Do you speak English?" asked Belle.
He nodded.
"Hmm. Too bad," said Belle, approaching him slowly.
"You're not going to fire her, are you?" Raul asked, referring to Consuela. "It wasn't her fault."
"Of course not," mocked Belle, pausing a few feet in front of him. "She couldn't help herself. You're fuckin' irresistible, right?"
Raul glanced at Belle's fragrant cleavage brimming between the lapels of her red silk blouse. "Something like that," he immodestly conceded with the hint of a smile.
Belle looked down at his dick and noticed it was on the rise. "Quite the stud, aren't you?" she remarked sarcastically.
"There's only one way to find out," Raul replied.
Returning his smug grin, Belle reached out and ran her long, delicate fingers along his stiff, throbbing shaft. As she boldly acquainted herself with the dimensions of Raul's rigid rod, Belle glanced at Consuela, who looked stunned at her audacity.
"Mi hombre!" Consuela complained. "Si," Belle replied with a cold, calculating smile.
Tingling to her touch, Raul reached for Belle's breasts, only to have his hands slapped aside. "I'm the boss around here," she sternly informed him. "We play my way, or no way at all."
That suited Raul just fine. He held up his hands in a sign of surrender, then lowered his arms and passively allowed Belle to caress his hard body and fondle his bulging genitals. Mercilessly teasing him, she shed her blouse and brassiere, then peeled off her tight skirt and skimpy panties, stripping down to nothing more than her black garter belt and stockings. Then she knelt before him, clutched her right tit and rolled its plump, pink nipple around the smooth, sensitive head of his protruding prick.
Raul hissed with titillation.
"Consuela," Belle suddenly summoned. "Come here."
But the housekeeper stubbornly balked, scowling at her jealously.
"Do as I say!" Belle angrily demanded. "Come over here! Now!"
Consuela reluctantly complied, throwing aside the sheets and rising from the bed. As she sauntered sensuously across the room, Belle got a good look at her body, lustfully admiring her pert, swaying breasts with their thick brown nipples, her curvaceous waist and hips, the alluring black pelt that shrouded her luscious pubic mound, her firm, well-rounded buttocks, her long, shapely legs and whorish red toenail polish.
"Kneel beside me," Belle commanded, tugging on Consuela's wrist.
As she sank to her knees, Consuela gazed longingly at Raul's long, long love meat. "Looks good, don't it?" Belle whispered seductively in her ear. "Good enough to eat."
Consuela regarded her quizzically. Belle rolled her wet tongue around her lips provocatively. "Suck it," said Belle. Comprehending, Consuela slowly parted her thick lips and submissively received Raul's jutting manhood.
"Sssss...," he hissed like a snake, sliding his taut, titanic tool deep into Consuela's hot, juicy mouth.
"Mmmmm," moaned Consuela, devouring every succulent inch of his macho man meat.
While Consuela went way down on her horny hombre, Belle reached around to fondle her tantalizing tits, squeezing and kneading them as if they were dough, twisting and tweaking their tender, taut nipples. "Ah, yes," sighed Belle, running her wicked hands all over Consuela's soft, supple flesh. "I think we've found somethin' you can do really well, honey child."
Aflame with desire, Consuela caressed Raul's firm, hairy legs as she pumped her face in and out of his writhing crotch. Running his fingers through her wavy black hair, Raul met Consuela's luscious strokes with his own passionate thrusts, jabbing her sweet, succulent mouth with his long, lusty love pole. "Yeah, mama!" he groaned, flexing his knees to drive his slick dick faster and deeper into Consuela's tight, torrid throat.
"Enough!" cried Belle, grabbing Consuela by the shoulders and abruptly pulling her away. Raul leaned back against the wall, gritting his teeth in frustration, Consuela's saliva dripping from the tip of his turgid dick. Meanwhile, Consuela was panting with lust, hungry for more.
Belle looked up at Raul and gloated. "Now, I want to watch you fuck her," she said.
Raul's eyes widened with lustful anticipation. But as he reached down for Consuela's arm, Belle stopped him and added, "From behind."
Hot to trot, Raul helped Consuela up from the floor and translated Belle's wishes in Spanish. Obediently, Consuela climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees. Then Raul stepped up to her bulging buttocks and guided his beefy boner into her golden, gaping gash. "Ai-yee, poppy!" Consuela groaned as her throbbing, wet pussy absorbed the full measure of the man.
Relishing the spectacle, Belle sank into a nearby chair, hoisted her stockinged legs over its cushioned arms and began feverishly fingering her fiery twat. With each thrust of Raul's cock, Belle plunged her dexterous digits into her deep, damp well of desire, stirring her love juices until they seeped from her pussy.
"Hah! Hah! Hah!" cried Raul. He was clutching Consuela's narrow waist and ramming his red-hot rod into her creamy cunt, his belly pounding against her flexing butt-cheeks.
Quivering with voyeuristic delight, Belle rolled her thumb around and around her moist, pink clit. "Ream her!" Belle coached from the sidelines. "Shove that big dick into her tight, little pussy! That's it! Fuck her hard!"
Licking his lips, Raul bore down on Consuela, quickening the frantic pace of his penetrating thrusts. Not only did he relentlessly prod her yawning slit, but he also mercilessly churned his potent prick in her syrupy smooth orifice. In and out, around and around it rolled, slipping and sliding between the greasy, burning walls of Consuela's hot love socket.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Consuela whimpered with ecstasy, clutching the bedsheets, rolling her head. "Oh, poppy!" she cried. "Me gusto! Me gusto!"
"Okay," said Belle, her cunt on fire and drooling with lust. "Now flip her over and give it to her the way she really wants it!"
After delivering a few more jabs to Consuela's juicy joy box, Raul reluctantly withdrew, instructing his bodacious lady to roll over on her back. Hot for his cock, Consuela complied, spreading her legs wide apart and beckoning him back into her luscious love oven. Mounting her, Raul wedged his hips between Consuela's thighs and drove his cock into her milky gash.
"Uhhh!" Belle grunted, vicariously pleasured by the thrust of Raul's torrid tool. As he plumbed the depths of Consuela's warm, wet cunt, Belle's fingers probed the recesses of her own hungry cunt, delving deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of her lascivious lust.
"Ohhh, poppy!" Consuela moaned, wrapping her legs around Raul's waist, her hands traveling his back as he humped her harder and harder. "Si! Si!"
Vexed by her movements, Raul seized Consuela's wrists and pinned them to the bed, which only succeeded in arousing both women even more. Writhing, Raul buried his shaft to the balls in Consuela's snug snatch, then withdrew to the hilt only to lunge forward again, grinding his groin against hers.
Then, as if possessed, Raul pried apart Consuela's legs with his strong arms and hoisted them high, resting her ankles against his shoulders and leaning forward for maximum penetration. Like on fire, he propelled his prick down and into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. The ferocity of Raul's fervent fucking sent titillating chills through Belle's body and catapulted
Consuela into orgasmic convulsions. "Ahhh! Ahhh!" she cried, thrashing her head from side to side, clinging to the back of Raul's neck.
"Fuck her!" Belle shouted, vigorously masturbating. "Fuck her pussy good! Harder! Harder! Fuck her cunt!"
Raul made Consuela come again and again and again. Only when she was reduced to a simpering, sweaty mass of flesh did he pull his prick out of her, and then it was to anoint her quivering body with his manly essence. Cock in fist, Raul took aim and fired, squirting a generous payload of creamy cum on Consuela's belly and tits. Gasping with ecstasy, Consuela gratefully acknowledged his gift by smearing Raul's semen all over her body-on her thighs, on her nipples, and all around her lips.
Their passion left Belle breathless with yearning. Running her sticky fingers through her saturated pubic hair, she uttered her own lilting sigh, her tongue dry with thirst, her nipples and clit throbbing with desire, her flesh tingling with goose bumps. That's when Raul rolled off Consuela, sprang to his feet and confronted her. His naked, muscular body was bathed in sweat, his cock still hard as a rock and pointed straight at Belle's yawning beaver. He looked down at her with undeniable lust.
"What are you lookin' at," Belle sneered at him.
"Your pussy," he replied, flicking his tongue at her like a snake.
"You want to eat it?" she asked, spreading the pink petals of her pouting pubic mound with her fingertips to reveal her delectable clit. "Is that what you want? You wanna lick my cunt with your hot Latin tongue?"
"Muy mucho!" he enthusiastically replied.
"Well...." said Belle. "Come and get it."
Suddenly, Raul fell to his knees and buried his face in Belle's meaty muff.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, grabbing him by his curly black locks and bringing his mouth against the thick, dewy lips of her succulent snatch. "Lick me!" she demanded through clenched teeth. "Suck my pussy! Eat it out!"
Sweetly savoring her hot little honey pot, Raul dragged his lips from one gaping inner thigh to the other before settling on her creamy crack and tantalizing clit. Stroking her stockinged legs and tugging on her flexing garter straps, he lapped her luscious labia, scoured the walls of her velvety vagina, and feverishly flicked her scintillating clit.
"Mmmmm, yeah," Belle moaned approvingly, grinding her gash against Raul's drooling mouth. "Lick me, you sweaty stud! Set my horny cunt on fire!"
But Raul wanted more than a taste of Belle's beaver. So while his rough, thick fingers penetrated her plush pussy, his lips wandered up to her belly, then her cleavage, and finally feasted on her full, firm flesh melons. Lifting her arms and clutching the back of the chair, Belle thrusted her hefty hooters into Raul's face, writhing with sublime pleasure as his tongue twisted around and around her protruding nipples.
"Ohhhh," groaned Belle. "I want your cock! I want your big dick inside of me!
"Oh, yeah?" teased Raul, tweaking one of Belle's tender nipples and pressing his thumb against her excitable love button. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yeah," said Belle in a sassy, sexy tone of voice. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
"How bad do you want it?" he asked.
"Real bad!" Belle admitted. "Come on! Give it to me!"
"Huh?" he said, feigning ignorance.
"Quit teasin' and start pleasin'," said Belle with a whine of frustration.
"No hablo Ingles," claimed Raul with a chuckle.
"Por favor!" Belle implored. "Come on, macho man! Show me what you're made of! Fuck me!"
"Fuck you?"
"Si! Si!" cried Belle.
"Oh, I'll fuck you, lady," Raul promised, lifting himself up and leaning into the chair, guiding his taut tool toward Belle's tempting target. "I'll fuck you like the cocksucking slut that you are!"
With a quick thrust, Raul drive his slick spike deep into Belle's yawning orifice. "Ahhhh!" she cried out as his thick, stiff shaft squeezed into her tight, torrid tunnel of love.
"Ooo, baby!" Raul shuddered, smoothly sliding his cock back and forth. "That's primo pussy you get there! Hah! Tight and juicy!"
"Shut up and fuck me!" said Belle. "Gimme that hard meat! Give it to me good!"
Wrapping Belle's long, shapely legs around his waist, Raul practically nailed her ass to the chair, pumping his pelvis and driving his dick deep into her lush, lusty hole. Tantalized by every grinding thrust of his meaty manhood, Belle ran her hands over his rippling chest and abdominal muscles, licked the sweat that poured from his golden flesh, and hungrily snapped at his panting mouth.
Such was their passion that at one point, Raul grabbed Belle's ass and lifted her up and out of the chair, stood up straight and impaled her on his looming love pole. Clinging to Raul's neck, Belle rode his riveting rod for all it was worth, bouncing up and down on his juicy joystick until his legs gave out and they tumbled onto the bed.
There, Raul took his sweet time plowing Belle's wanton pussy while Consuela watched with envy. Still clutching Belle's buttocks, Raul thoroughly skewered her sultry snatch with his blistering boner, penetrating her to the core, cramming every throbbing inch of his sex tool into the tight but fluid recesses of her satisfying cunt. Raul even managed to fuck and suck at the same time, voraciously nursing on Belle's bulging nipples as he plugged her hot socket with his sizzling meat rocket.
Then, while riding his lusty mount, Raul cocked his head and addressed Consuela in Spanish. Belle could tell by the sound of his voice that the two of them were plotting something. It didn't take long for Belle to find out what. Abruptly withdrawing his prick from her cunt, Raul moved upward until he was straddling Belle's armpits, his cock hovering over her face.
"It's your turn to eat it, baby," Raul gleefully informed her. "Now open your mouth and close your eyes-Raul's gonna' give you a big surprise."
Before Belle could get a word in edgewise, Raul stuffed his hot sausage between her lips and shoved it deep into her mouth. "Mmmm," Belle moaned as his firm, flavorful phallus compressed her tongue and slid smoothly to the back of her throat.
"That's right," Raul taunted with a leering grin. "Suck it, baby! Suck that big juicy dick! Tastes good, eh? You like to eat Raul, no?"
Indeed she did, richly sucking his thick, throbbing cock. In the meantime, Consuela joined the party by crawling between Belle's gaping legs and going down on her. So while Belle blew Raul, Consuela lavishly licked Belle's tart and tasty twat, swabbing her clit until it tingled with ecstasy.
"Ohhh, that's nice, honey," sighed Raul, pulling his prick out of Belle's mouth and letting her twirl her tongue around its slick, sinewy shaft. "Now lick my balls," he gently coaxed her.
Eager to please, Belle extended her long tongue and lusciously lapped Raul's dangling testicles.
"Mmmm, yeah!" he quivered as she nibbled, then sucked his hairy nuggets into her mouth. "Mucho gusto!"
Then it was back to some heavy-duty cocksucking for Belle as Raul leaned forward on all fours and plunged his potent prick into Belle's gulping gullet. South of the border, Consuela was busy feasting on succulent snatch, dipping her spicy tongue into the drooling depths of Belle's bittersweet beaver and stabbing at her horny, hair-trigger hot spot.
Tempest-tossed in a mind boggling maelstrom of lust, giving and receiving pleasure in massive proportions, Belle was propelled to breathtaking heights of orgasmic ecstasy. Sensing her impending climax, Consuela locked her arms around Belle's quivering thighs, buried her face in Belle's saturated muff, and sucked her clit.
"Ohhh!" Belle gasped, freeing her mouth of Raul's gullet-goring tube steak and wildly thrashing her head from side to side.
"No, no," he chided and chuckled, holding Belle's head still between his powerful hands and reinserting his firm filet of phallus into her warm, wet orifice. "You're gonna finish what we started, baby! Raul's gonna come in your sweet, cocksucking mouth! You're gonna eat it, baby! You're gonna suck it right down!"
Rocking back and forth, Raul fucked his cock down and in, in and out of Belle's slurping mouth, his hairy balls lapping against her chin, his groin grinding into her face, saliva trickling from the corners of her taut, rounded lips. "Suck it, mama!" he demanded. "Yeah! That's it! Take it all! I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!"
Holding Belle's face tightly in his hands and grimacing, Raul fired his cannon, filling her mouth with a gusher of his pungent penis pudding. At the same moment, Belle came with a violent shudder, her whole body drowning in a tidal wave of ecstasy. As the semen poured into her throat, Belle swallowed all of Raul's oozing discharge, his cock rolling and poking inside of her bloated cheeks, dousing her tonsils with his spurting cum.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, baby! Suck it dry!" Raul demanded, refusing to pull out of her mouth until she had devoured every drop of his juicy jizzum.
When Raul and Consuela finally rolled off her, Belle sat up in bed and wearily ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Whew!" she whistled. "Well, that was quite an experience."
"So ... ah ... what happens now?" Raul asked playfully, glancing at Consuela and then back at Belle. "You gonna fire her?"
Belle grinned, then reached out to fondle Consuela's pretty tits and Raul's trusty prick. "Are you kidding?" she replied. "Good help is hard to find."
CHAPTER SIX
The great thing about being on top during sex, thought Belle, is being able to see the look on your lover's face when he comes. That night, she got to see J.C.'s moment of ecstasy as she bore down on his embedded cock. When she was through, Belle rolled off his body and onto her back, as satisfied as the first time they had fucked. Equally fulfilled, J.C. took a deep breath and affectionately stroked her bare thigh.
"That was sweet, baby," he sighed.
"As sweet as Sherilee?" Belle playfully inquired, snuggling up to J.C.'s chest.
"Sweeter," he assured.
"Oh. So you have fucked her."
"Some time ago," J.C. admitted. "Jealous?"
"Nah. I had her, too."
J.C. chuckled. Then, realizing that Belle was serious, his laughter turned to stunned silence. "Jealous?" asked Belle.
"Surprised is more like it," J.C. replied. "1 didn't know you swung both ways."
"Neither did I until recently. Of course, I much prefer making love with you," she claimed, affectionately stroking J.C.'s flaccid phallus.
"Of course," J.C. hastily agreed. "Tell me ... have you had sex with anyone else recently?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Just Consuela and her Cuban boyfriend," Belle replied.
"Oh," J.C. grunted, unaware that his cock was mushrooming into another erection in Belle's hand. "I knew you liked sex, but I didn't know you liked it that much."
"Do you disapprove?" asked Belle, giving his prick a passionate squeeze.
"Hell, no," said .C, fondling her tits and kissing her pretty, pouting lips.
"What do you say you and I do something special tomorrow night?" Belle suggested.
"We can't. I've got to leave town for a couple of days. Remember?"
"That's right," Belle recalled. "You've got that meeting in Greensboro with the Friendly Motor Inn people."
"I've got to find out how much they want for this place," J.C. elaborated. "Will you be all right here all by yourself?"
"Oh, I won't be by myself," said Belle. "I've got lots of friends to keep me company."
"Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of," sighed J.C. warily.
"Baby, you ain't got nothin' to be afraid of," Belle assured him. "All I really need is in this bed."
"Prove it," he dared her.
Belle smiled, then slowly licked her way down his chest, over his belly and into his hot, horny loins.
"Mornin', Sherilee," Belle greeted, checking the clock on the wall over the front desk. "It's only 11:15. Aren't you up a little early today?"
"Hell, I never caught one wink of sleep last night," Sherilee complained, practically staggering into the office in a tight red dress, shadows under her eyes.
"How about a cup of coffee?" Belle offered.
"Black. No sugar," Sherilee replied, leaning wearily against the counter.
"Girl, you need a vacation," said Belle, fetching a clean cup.
"Yeah, right," Sherilee scoffed. "I'm sure my clientele would appreciate that."
"Have one of them take you to the Bahamas or somethin'."
"That'll be the day," Sherilee smirked, turning around to face the front window. Looking outside, she saw a black Cadillac pull into a parking space and a distinguished-looking, gray-haired man of about fifty in a three-piece suit emerge from the driver's seat. "Well, lookie who's here," she muttered with obvious contempt.
Belle immediately recognized the visitor-and was sorry she did. If there was anyone she didn't want to deal with, it was Buford T. Hardy.
"Mr. Mayor," chimed Belle as he strode into the office. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"You know damn well why I'm here, Mrs. Ringer," Hardy rudely replied, glaring at both Belle and Sherilee.
Belle looked bewildered. "I'm afraid I don't. But judging by your tone of voice, I take it this isn't a social call."
"I'm giving you 24 hours to close down this motel," Hardy announced, "before I close it down for you."
Belle was stunned, but managed to maintain her composure. "Now why would you do a thing like that?" she wondered aloud.
"This place," said Hardy with a self-righteous sneer, "is nothing more than a den of iniquity."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. You've got a hooker doing business on these premises-with your blessing," Hardy accused, pointing at a bemused Sherilee. "You've got adulterers comin' and goin' at all hours."
"Mostly comin'," quipped Sherilee.
Hardy was not amused. "This is no laughing matter, you smug little slut."
"Now, hold on," said Belle angrily. "You have no right to talk to my friend that way."
"Your friend is a whore," Hardy reminded her. "And so are you for permitting her to peddle her flesh in this town. But as of tomorrow morning, both of you are going to be out of business and under arrest!"
"Let's not be hasty, Mr. Mayor," said Belle, her hands shaking under the counter. "Surely, we could come to some sort of ... an accommodation."
Hardy scrutinized Belle through squinting eyes. "Are you offerin' me a bribe, Mrs. Ringer?"
"I wouldn't call it a bribe, sir," said Belle with a nervous titter. "Just a ... a ... a campaign contribution."
"No dice," sneered Hardy. "Money from you would be political poison."
"How about a favor?" Sherilee suggested, lifting her leg and resting it on the arm of a nearby chair.
Hardy gazed at her long, shapely limb and smirked, "Like what?"
Sherilee smiled sweetly and languidly ran her long, red fingernails up and down her exposed thigh. "Whatever you want, Your Honor," she replied seductively.
Hardy took a moment to consider the proposition, his eyes wandering all over Sherilee. "Okay," he finally agreed. "I'm a reasonable man. Why don't both of you meet me tonight at about eight and we'll ... work something out."
"Both of us?" said Belle, doing a double take.
"That's right. Both of you," Hardy repeated. "Do you have a problem with that, Mrs. Ringer?"
"N-no," she reluctantly replied.
"Now, wait a minute," Sherilee protested. "I'm the cause of all this. This doesn't concern Belle."
"The hell it doesn't," leered Hardy. "Either I deal with both of you or I shut you down and throw your asses in jail."
"That won't be necessary," Belle assured him, strangely calm under the circumstances. "Where do you want us to meet you?"
"Right here at the motel will do fine," said Hardy with a satisfied grin. Then he added, "Just make sure you leave one of your rooms vacant. We want this meeting to be as private as possible, don't we?"
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Mayor," Belle remarked.
"Oh, it will be," he vowed with a chuckle, turning to leave. "It will be."
As soon as Hardy left, Sherilee turned to Belle with a pained expression. "Lawdy, Belle. What have I done to you? And how could you submit yourself to that sleazy scumbag?"
"Well, he may be sleazy," Belle contended, "but it's not like he's unattractive."
"How do you know he won't renege on the deal and shut us down, anyway?"
"Relax," said Belle with a sly, conniving smile. "I've got an idea."
If Buford T. Hardy had one good quality, it was punctuality. He arrived promptly at eight P.M., well-groomed and as chipper as a groom at a stag party. He was pleased to find Belle and Sherilee suitably dressed for the occasion, each in a tight fitting dress, heels and matching stockings. "Evenin', ladies," he greeted with a lecherous grin. "May I say, you're both lookin' mighty fine tonight."
"Thank you, Mr. Mayor," Belle replied, glancing at Sherilee, who wisely held her tongue.
"Call me Buford," he insisted.
Belle managed a feeble smile.
"Well," sighed Hardy. "Now that we've dispensed with the pleasantries, where can we get down to business?"
"Room Number Two is our only vacancy," said Belle, offering him the key.
Instead of taking it, Hardy showed her the door. "After you, my dear."
The three of them adjourned to the room next door. There, Hardy made sure the door was securely locked and all the curtains were drawn shut before he took off his jacket, loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. He then turned on the radio and tuned in a local blues station. "Well, now," he said, confronting the two women. "I guess it's time we got better acquainted."
Belle and Sherilee glanced at each other nervously.
"Tell me, how long have you been turnin' tricks?" he asked, addressing Sherilee.
"Long enough," she replied with all too obvious disdain.
"I'll bet you have," Hardy chuckled. "Yeah, I'll bet you'd spread your legs for just about any man."
Sherilee shrugged. "I'm here, ain't I?"
Hardy returned her icy stare. "You don't like me very much, do you? That's okay," he said, placing his arm around her waist and drawing her closer to him. "It'll make it even better when I come all over you."
Hardy tried to kiss her, but Sherilee held him back. "No offense intended, Mr. Mayor," she told him. "But I'm not in the habit of kissing the clientele."
"Aw, but you're forgettin' something," Hardy replied. "I'm not a client." With that, he pressed his lips hard against Sherilee's, and shoved his tongue deep into her gaping mouth.
At first, she resisted. Then, as the passionate kiss lingered, Sherilee slowly succumbed to his will, winding her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. While Belle looked on, Hardy unzipped Sherilee's strapless red dress and pushed it down to her ankles. Next, he reached between her breasts and unfastened her red lace bustier, eagerly filling his hands with her sumptuous tits. As he squeezed her ripe flesh melons together and feasted on their pert, throbbing nipples, Sherilee rolled her head and moaned softly, genuinely aroused. Spurred on by her mounting lust, Hardy looped his thumbs around the elastic waistband of Sherilee's bikini panties and peeled them down to her knees. Then he caressed her silky thighs, fondled her bare, writhing buttocks and reached between them to stroke her furry pubic mound.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Hardy winked at Belle. "You'll get your turn." And as if to drive home the point, he suddenly injected his middle finger into Sherilee's scintillating cunt.
"Ohhh!" she shuddered with ecstasy, jerking her head and thrusting her groin against Hardy's probing hand.
"Easy now, girl," he murmured, gently massaging Sherilee's tantalized clit. "We've got the whole night ahead of us."
Stripped down to her red garter belt and stockings, and black high heel shoes, Sherilee felt like putty in Hardy's wicked hands. Although she despised the man, there was something incredibly stimulating about submitting to his lascivious desires. This time, it was she who kissed him, twirling her snake-like tongue inside his mouth and writhing in his intimate embrace.
"Yeah, you've got a real hot mouth," said Hardy, pulling Sherilee toward the bed. "I'll bet you give great head."
"Like butter," said Sherilee breathlessly.
Hardy ripped off his shirt, then sat down on the edge of the bed with Sherilee standing between his legs. He gazed at her alluring cunt, then moved his eyes up to her plump, jutting jugs. Finally, they made eye contact. "Get down on your knees, girl," he ordered. "Your main course is about to be served."
Obediently, Sherilee knelt before him. Then she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled down his trousers and briefs. She paused for a moment to admire Hardy's looming hard-on as it swayed before her disbelieving eyes.
"Biggest cock in the county," bragged Hardy, flexing his prize hog. "And it won't quit until you beg for mercy."
Hungry for a taste, Sherilee leaned into Hardy's lap and began lapping his stiff, sinewy shaft. As her luscious tongue leisurely glided up and down its towering length, Hardy focused his attention on Belle, who was standing across the room in a tight, black evening gown with a plunging neckline. "You used to be a stripper. Isn't that right?" asked Hardy.
"A dancer," she corrected him haughtily.
"Sure, honey," he laughed with a dismissive wave of the hand. "Whatever. Well, now, why don't you dance for me," he suggested.
"Dance?"
"That's right. You remember-move around to the music ... take off your clothes."
"I-it's been so long," balked Belle. "I-I don't remember how."
"Sure you do," Hardy insisted. "It's like riding a bike. You never forget how. Just imagine you're still workin' in one of those seedy tittie bars. All those truckers and rednecks hootin' and a hollerin', cheerin' you on, demanding that you take it off...."
It took awhile, but eventually Belle found herself swaying to the soulful music on the radio. "That's it," said Hardy, as Sherilee took the head of his huge phallus between her puckered lips and drew it into her warm, wet mouth. "Move those hips. Shake that ass. Show me what you got, baby."
It all came back to Belle-the movements, the gyrations, the erotic choreography that had constituted her act. In fact, no matter how provocative it seemed to Hardy, the stripping itself was incidental to the routine. Without inhibition, Belle unzipped, unfastened and peeled away the layers of clothing in a manner that would titillate any man, first discarding the dress, then her slip, then teasing him unmercifully before unleashing her breathtaking boobs from the taut cups of her strapless bra.
"Don't forget to lick them balls, sweetheart," said Hardy, grabbing a fistful of Sherilee's hair as she hungrily feasted on his firm, flavorful phallus.
"Does Mrs. Hardy do this?" asked Sherilee, momentarily coming up for air.
"Are you kidding?" Hardy replied. "The only meat that fat bitch puts in her mouth is U.S. certified. Now shut up and suck!"
Opening wide, Sherilee stuffed as much of Hardy's hefty hard-on into her mouth as she could possibly swallow. As her taut lips whittled on his meaty wad, Hardy demanded that Belle, "Shake those titties, baby!"
Belle cupped her buxom boobs in her hands, puckered her lips and tauntingly shimmied to Hardy's delight. Then, while grinding her pelvis, she slowly tugged on the bows of her black lace g-string until the flimsy wisp of lingerie fell away to reveal the delectable V of her sparsely trimmed pubic mound, made all the more alluring by Belle's sheer, black nylons and lace-encrusted garter belt.
"Now, that's a pretty little pussy you got there, sweetheart," drooled Hardy, smacking his lips with anticipation. "Come on over here and let Buford get a taste of that savory beaver."
Like foreplay, her dancing had aroused Belle's own sexual desire. It didn't matter that the instrument of her pleasure would be a man she detested. All that mattered was the irresistible yearning in the pit of her loins and the promise that her lust would be satisfied. As long as Hardy had a tongue and knew how to use it, Belle was willing to surrender her flesh on demand.
Drifting across the room, she continued to tease and tantalize him with the blatant eroticism of her movements, running her hands all over her body, swaying her hips and jiggling her tits, slinking towards him like a cat on the prowl. As Belle climbed onto the bed on her knees, Hardy reclined. "Sit on my face," he told her, wetting his lips with his tongue. "I got me a real hankerin' for some hot honey potpie!"
That suited Belle just fine. Straddling Hardy's head, she slowly lowered her gaping gash onto his wet, eager mouth. "Ahhh," Hardy sighed, his warm breath soothing Belle's sultry slit. As he stroked her stockinged thighs and bare buttocks, Hardy slid his snake-like tongue up and down the wet, sticky ridges of Belle's luscious chasm. Savoring the aroma of her sex and the taste of her love gravy, his pesky tongue plunged deep into her glorious gorge.
In the meantime, Sherilee continued to siphon Hardy's soaring prick like the pro that she was. But her jaws needed a rest, so she pulled his cock out of her mouth, wedged it between her tantalizing tits and began bobbing up and down.
"Mmmm," Hardy moaned his approval in Belle's smothering muff, the vibration of his voice tingling her tender clit. As his prick pumped like a piston in the exquisite clutches of Sherilee's compact cleavage, Hardy tugged on Belle's straining garter straps and nibbled feverishly on her throbbing, pink love nugget. Quivering with ecstasy, she cupped her hefty hooters and tweaked their jutting nipples, groaning blissfully as Hardy's raunchy tongue flicked and flapped like a wet fish in her cream-coated cunt.
Then, improvising, Belle reversed herself, swiveling around to face the foot of the bed and leaning forward with her crotch still firmly planted on Hardy's slobbering mouth. This maneuver enabled her mouth to receive the head of Hardy's hard-on as it surged up between Sherilee's succulent squeezebox titties.
"Mmm, yeah!" Hardy mumbled, jerking his pelvis to drive as much of his darting dick as he could between Belle's luscious lips. At the same time, he pried apart the cheeks of her scrumptious ass so he could lick his way from the tip of her clit to the rim of her anus.
Eventually, Sherilee freed Hardy's prick from the grip of her meaty jugs, just so she could share the pleasure of some hardcore cocksucking with Belle. While Belle munched on Hardy's bulging shaft, Sherilee lavishly lapped his plump, juicy testicles. Then they switched off, with Belle rolling the Mayor's balls in her mouth while Sherilee wantonly waxed his rigid rod.
"Now that's what I call a double-header!" Hardy raved.
In awhile, Sherilee realized there were better uses for Hardy's looming love-bone and she insisted on getting first crack at his big stack. Climbing into the saddle, she gingerly guided his meaty pistol into the snug holster of her succulent snatch.
"I sure hope you fuck as well as you suck," Hardy crudely remarked.
As if easing into a hot bathtub, Sherilee exhaled haltingly as she absorbed the full mass of his mighty tool. Once he was tucked inside her, Hardy slapped Sherilee on the ass and yelled, "Giddyap, girl!"
It didn't take long for Sherilee to get up to speed, relishing the ride on Hardy's bounding baloney pony. Up and down she bounced, her garter straps flexing, tugging on the lacy tops of her hot red nylons, her writhing groin churning Hardy's stiff dick in the saucy stew of her scintillating snatch.
"Ohhhhhhh!" gasped Sherilee, something she rarely did, even when balling a real stud. As she rocked Hardy's cock, she lifted her arms and ran her hands through her hair, allowing him to reach up and grope her husky hooters.
"Ooo, yeah!" Hardy crooned, squeezing her jugs and pinching her swollen nipples. "Daddy loves big titties!"
Not to be neglected, Belle grabbed Hardy's head and kissed him passionately, their mouths grinding and tongues mingling. Then, while Sherilee hungrily humped Hardy's tusk of lust, Belle wantonly kissed and licked her way down his neck and across his hairy chest, pausing to nibble on his nipples before sliding her tongue into the pit of his belly.
"Ahhhh," sighed Hardy, caressing Belle's ass as her mouth pleasurably probed his writhing flesh. "You girls sure know how to please a man!"
More than Hardy realized. For as Sherilee kept jamming Hardy's juicy joystick into her fluid funnel, Belle rubbed her tits up against his body, grazing his arms and ribs with her pointed nipples before serving them to his snapping lips. "Mmmm," Hardy moaned, gluttonously sucking on each of Belle's dangling boobs while clutching Sherilee's gaping thighs and thrusting his thick cock up and into her yawning cunthole.
Later, standing at the foot of the bed, Hardy ordered both women to assume the doggie position, with Belle on the left and Sherilee on the right. But rather than impulsively plugging their hot, horny love holes, he took some time to enjoy their beautiful, bodacious bottoms. He caressed their bulging buttocks, running the palms of his hands over their firm, well-rounded flesh pillows and using his middle finger to probe their taut, tantalizing assholes. Then he took turns kissing and licking their bare butts, sliding his tongue between their buns and into the moist, sultry recesses of their velvety vaginas, lusciously lubricating their orifices for the pleasures to come.
All this oral stimulation made Belle and Sherilee all the more eager to please and be pleased. When Hardy asked which one of them wanted to be the first, both women begged for his cock. "Ee-nee-menee-mine-ee-mo...." he teased, pointing back and forth, " ... catch a hooker by the toe. If she hollers, let her go. Ee-nee-me-nee-mine-ee...."
Belle and Sherilee held their breaths, quivering in anticipation. Suddenly, Hardy seized Sherilee's hips. "MO!" he cried, driving his long love spike deep into her pussy.
"Uhhh!" she gasped as his rigid ramrod filled her up.
A man obviously up to the task, Hardy relentlessly pumped his potent prick in and out of Sherilee, drilling her hot hole as if mining for gold. The more he banged her, the harder and deeper he plunged, slamming his hips against her butt cheeks, grinding his plump, juicy meat in her syrupy smooth love socket. Grasping the back of Sherilee's garter belt with one hand, Hardy reined her in like a charioteer, using his other hand to finger-fuck Belle. Amazingly, Hardy was able to keep both women satisfied at the same time, although Sherilee clearly had the better of the deal, squealing with delight as Hardy skillfully skewered her snug, soggy snatch.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried with each lunging thrust of his wicked wicket, glancing over her shoulder or between her legs to see it plowing into her passion-drenched pussy.
"Yeah, baby!" he taunted. "You ain't never had it this big or this good! I'm gonna give it to you until you beg for mercy and come wailing like an alley cat!"
Sherilee was already beside herself with ecstasy, clutching the bedsheets and whimpering. "Uh! Fuck me!" she demanded. "Come on, you scumbag! Gimme that big, hard meat! I want it all! Give it to me good! You son of a bitch! Uh! Make me come!"
Gleefully plowing Sherilee's gash, Hardy made sure he didn't neglect Belle, swiftly sliding his slippery fingers under her protruding buttocks and into her creamy cunt. "You're next," he warned her. "Better brace yourself, honey. I'm gonna ride you hard!"
Before she was through convulsing, Hardy impatiently withdrew. He took two steps to the left behind Belle and grabbed hold of his angry red pecker. "Here it comes, baby!" he said, aiming his hot poker at her delectable ass. Belle held her breath in anticipation, her pussy ready and eager for his initial thrust.
But instead of driving his dick into her slick, scintillating slit, Hardy jammed it between her gaping buttcheeks and shoved it several inches into her hot rectum. "Ahhh!" Belle cried out in blissful agony.
"Uh, yeah!" Hardy grunted, seizing her waist and squeezing his shaft even deeper into her backdoor. "Tight as a fist! Yeah! Yeah!"
Hardy punctuated his cries of pleasure with blunt, deep thrusts of his riveting rod, sliding it out, then pushing it right back in, sweetly ass-fucking her as she squealed and squirmed and moaned. "It's so big!"
"The bigger, the better," Hardy chuckled, working his wad harder and faster into her snug little bumhole.
Eventually, Belle agreed, especially when Hardy reached around her rib cage to fondle her dangling tits, writhing and moaning with ecstasy as her anus gradually accommodated his grinding girth. "Ahhh!" Belle quivered. "So big! I love it! I love that cock!"
"Of course, you do," Hardy boasted, grabbing Belle's curly mane and twisting it into a ponytail. Then, while pounding his hips against her strong buttocks, he rode her as if she were a wild Mustang that needed to be tamed. "I always wanted to fuck you like this!" he admitted, "Now your ass is mine!"
While she watched Hardy ream Belle's asshole, Sherilee rolled over on her back and played with her pussy, massaging her inner thighs and rolling her thumbs around and around her pink, throbbing clit.
Hardy looked down at her with smug satisfaction. "You want me, don't you?" he asked. "Can't get enough of Buford's big one, can you?"
"Fuck me!" Sherilee bluntly replied, prying apart her cunt lips and exposing her milky tunnel of love. "Gimme that hunk of meat you've got between you legs! Stick it in my pussy! Come on! I want it! I want it now!"
"Well, hell, girl...." Hardy replied with a leering smile. "Since you asked me so politely...." He abruptly abandoned Belle and mounted Sherilee. Although bigger and harder than ever, Hardy's mammoth manhood slid smoothly into Sherilee's red-hot honey-pot. In fact, her buttery box absorbed every square inch of his solid cock until his balls were flushed against her pelvic arch.
"Ohhhhh!" gasped Sherilee, contracting her vaginal muscles to embrace his embedded member. "Now, fuck me! Please!" she begged. "Fuck me good!"
"Better fasten your seatbelt, honey," warned Hardy. "It's gonna be one hell of a ride!"
Bouncing up and down, plunging in and pulling out, Hardy plumbed the torrid depths of Sherilee's cunt with his potent power tool. Each thrust sent shivers through her writhing body, her heart pounding with passion, her flesh aflame with unparalleled ecstasy. So uncontrollable was her lust that Sherilee hoisted her legs and wound them around his waist, clawing his back with her fingers. Hardy had to pin her wrists to the bed, which all the more incited Sherilee's lust. As Hardy bulldozed her pussy and sucked hard on her heaving bosom, Sherilee thrashed her head from side to side and cursed him at the top of her lungs. "Oh, you son of a bitch! Gimme that dick! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Make me come again!"
Seeing how easy it was for Hardy to make Sherilee come again was titillating enough, but what really aroused Belle was knowing that Hardy had saved the best for last-and that it was her turn to get laid. He didn't have to tell her what to do. As Hardy unsheathed his insatiable cock from Sherilee's vanquished vagina, Belle submissively rolled over on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could.
Hardy got up and stood before Belle at the foot of the bed. He looked down at her, his gleaming eyes feasting on her all but naked body, his eager cock bobbing up and down. Suddenly, he reached down, grabbed Belle by the ankles and pulled her forward. When her ass was on the edge of the bed, he lifted her legs straight up, held them apart and loaded his taut torpedo into Belle's steamy, creamy chamber of lust.
She moaned as he penetrated her to the hilt. His prick felt like a foot-long, providing a tight but tantalizing fit. Even more stimulating was the friction his firm phallus created as it began moving back and forth, sliding in and out. While Hardy plundered her pussy, Belle squeezed her tits and shuddered with ecstasy.
Resting her calves against his shoulders, Hardy leaned forward, bending Belle's legs back for maximum penetration. Then, stroking her stockinged thighs, he bore down on her with slow, deep, grinding thrusts. "Sss!" he hissed, sweetly savoring the sensation, as well as the conquest. "I always knew you'd be a first-class piece of ass! Yeah, I knew you when you were nothin' but a cheap stripper. Yeah, I caught your act, honey. I used to watch you take off your clothes and dance around, shaking those big titties of yours, teasing all those guys ... teasing me. And I used to think to myself ... someday ... someday I'm gonna get a piece of that. Someday I'm gonna fuck that little cockteaser. Yeah, someday I'm gonna fuck her good. Well, guess what, sugar? Someday has arrived!"
Suddenly, Hardy leaned all the way forward, bending Belle's legs back until her toes touched the bed on either side of her head. Then he began pumping his prick into her pussy hard and fast, down and in, in and out, again and again and again.
"Ohhh!" gasped Belle, hurtling toward orgasm.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Hardy grunted, clenching his teeth and pounding his groin against her gaping crotch, fucking her with a fury.
"Ahhh!!!" cried Belle, coming like a bolt of lightning.
On the verge of ejaculation, Hardy hastily removed his cock from Belle's throbbing cunt, wrapped his fist around its bulging shaft and jerked himself off. "Here it comes, baby!" he snarled, squirting his jizzum on Belle's pubic mound and belly, then generously showering her tits with his spewing cream.
"Hit my mouth!" begged Sherilee, reaching over and opening wide.
Hardy not only doused her lips with his spurting seed, but buried his dick deep in her throat. "Mmmmm!" moaned Sherilee, draining him of the rest of his gushing gravy.
"Ahhh!" sighed Hardy with sublime satisfaction, cradling Sherilee's face in his hands and making damn sure she swallowed every oozing drop.
When Hardy emerged from a nice hot shower, he found Belle and Sherilee blissfully lounging on the bed in a pair of silk kimonos. "Well, as much as I'd love to stick around and fuck you ladies some more, I've got to get home to the wife," he said cheerfully, donning his clothes. "But don't you worry-I'll be back. In fact, I think we ought to make this a weekly routine."
Belle and Sherilee glanced at each other and smirked. "Sorry, Mr. Mayor," Belle replied. "But this was a one-shot deal. We offered to put out for you if you agreed not to close us down, and we did."
"Yeah, that was the deal," Hardy admitted with a sigh. "But now I'm amending the conditions. You two are goin' to continue putting out for me on a regular basis ... or the whole deal is off."
Suppressing a smile, Belle climbed off the bed and slowly approached him. "Now, Mr. Mayor," she said in a calm, casual voice. "What do you think would happen if we let everybody in the county know what happened tonight?"
"Ha! Nothin'," Hardy chuckled. "It would be your word against mine. And who do you think the people will believe?"
Belle folded her arms and put her finger to her chin. "Did you ever hear the expression, 'the camera never lies?'" she asked.
Hardy stared at her with a bewildered expression. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," said Belle, "this whole evening was recorded on videotape."
Hardy grinned in disbelief, but gradually the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a trace of fear.
"Don't bother looking for the camera," Sherilee chimed in. "It's well-concealed."
"You're lyin'," Hardy nervously maintained.
"Are we?" Belle replied. "Then I guess we'll just have to send you a copy. Or should we address it to your wife? I'm sure she'll appreciate that remark you made about her eating habits."
"Now, Miz Ringer...." Hardy tittered.
"Here's the deal, 'Your Honor,'" said Belle, poking Hardy in the shoulder. "Unless you leave us alone to conduct business anyway we see fit, we'll send a copy of this tape to every official in the state, as well as every tabloid newspaper and television program in America."
"You wouldn't!" Hardy insisted.
"In a minute," Belle vowed, snapping her fingers. "Now get the rest of your clothes on and get out of here!" she demanded, pointing to the door.
Hardy zipped up his trousers, grabbing his jacket and tie, and hustled for the nearest exit.
"Yeah, and don't come back!" added Sherilee.
Once he was gone, Belle and Sherilee burst into laughter. "Whew!" Belle exclaimed. "What a night!"
"Yeah," Sherilee agreed. "You don't think we were a little hasty there, do you? I mean, the guy was a real creep, but he sure knew how to please his constituents."
"Honey, there's plenty of dick to go around," Belle reminded her.
"I suppose you're right, but would you mind if I keep the videotape as a memento?"
"Be my guest."
"Hey," said Sherilee, suddenly realizing something.
"What?" asked Belle.
"If you can see into this room through that peephole, that means...."
"I'd better go shut off the camera," said Belle, trying to change the subject. But as she made a move for the door, Sherilee grabbed the belt around her kimono, tugged on it and undid the knot. The robe opened up, exposing Belle in all her naked glory.
"Why, Belle Ringer," Sherilee chided playfully. "You are one naughty girl. Come over here," she said, patting the bed. "You deserve a good lickin'."
"Mmm," Belle replied, dropping her robe to the floor and obediently drifting toward the bed. "On second thought, why don't we just leave the camera running until it runs out of film?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Guess who?" asked .C, cupping his hands over Belle's breasts, instead of her eyes, and nudging her buttocks with his groin.
She had been bending over, emptying the soda vending machine of its coins, when her lover surprised her. Playing along, Belle stood up straight, but didn't turn around while J.C. continued to fondle her tits. "Tom?" she factitiously replied.
"Uh-uh," he answered.
"Dick?"
"You're getting warmer," J.C. murmured, rubbing his erection against the crack of her ass.
"Mmm, Harry!" moaned Belle, writhing in his embrace.
J.C. spun Belle around and kissed her passionately.
"Oh," she teased. "It's you."
"Miss me?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah," she confirmed, stroking the hard-on wedged in the crotch of his trousers. "Especially this."
"I guess we'll have to make up for lost time," J.C. surmised.
"Business before pleasure," smiled Belle. "Well? How much did the Friendly folks offer for the Belle Motel?"
J.C. smiled, but did not reply.
"A hundred thousand?" guessed Belle.
"Not even close," scoffed J.C.
Belle's eyes widened. "More?"
"A lot more."
"Two hundred and fifty thousand?"
J.C. sighed. "Now, what kind of a negotiator do you think I am?"
"Three hundred thousand?" asked Belle with mounting excitement. "Four?"
"You're rich, sweetheart," J.C. corrected her. "This is your motel."
"No," said Belle, staring lovingly into his eyes. "It's ours. That is ... if you'll accept my proposal."
J.C. was stunned. "Hmm," he teased. "I need a little time to think it over."
"The hell you will!" laughed Belle, giving him a big wet kiss.
"Okay," he sighed. "I'll accept."
"This calls for a celebration," said Belle, eyeing him slyly. "And I've got something special in mind...."
They gathered at nine in Belle's apartment. There were eight of them all together-Belle and .C, Linda and Bruce, Consuela and Raul, and Sherilee and Phil Parker. Four men and four women. Some of them were already intimately acquainted. The rest got acquainted fast. They all knew why they were there, so once the introductions had been made and the wine and champagne began to kick in, the group got down to business.
First, the women staged a little striptease show, slowly and seductively slipping out of their duds until they were all naked. Belle left on a red lace garter belt and stockings. Sherilee opted for a black garter belt and fishnet stockings. Consuela wore lacy white thigh-high hose, and Linda looked especially ravishing in a tight-laced, blue corset and matching nylons.
Then the girls paired off with different partners-Belle with Parker, Linda with Raul, Consuela with .C, and Sherilee with Bruce-and relieved them of their clothing. From there, the evening evolved into one long orgy of ecstasy and lust.
Linda and Raul warmed up to each other with some heavy petting. As their tongues swam in each other's mouth, the couple explored each other's body with their hands. Raul caressed Linda's supple breasts until her nipples were as hard as ripe cherries. Then he stroked her legs above and below her stocking tops, under her corset garter straps and along her milky inner thighs until his fingers combed the sparse mat of her kinky pubic hair. In the meantime, Linda grazed his chest and belly with her fingernails, groped his bulging sac and made a fist around his throbbing shaft, gently jerking his cock until it was as large and hard as a rhino's horn.
Then Raul treated Linda to a taste of his spicy Cuban tongue, using it to tantalize her jutting nipples and dampen her belly with his drool, finally venturing into the steamy grotto of her tasty twat. There, it traced the puckered lips of her young pussy, then penetrated her honey-coated labia to tease and please her yearning clit.
"Ohhhh," sighed Linda, lying flat on the living room floor and spreading her legs wide apart. "Eat my cunt! Lick it good!"
While this was going on, Bruce was getting one of Sherilee's deluxe blow jobs made all the more stimulating by the sight of a stranger swabbing his wife's succulent snatch. Starting at the base of his shaft, Sherilee ran her tongue all the way up the long, veiny neck of his cock, and then twirled it around and around the knobby head of his hefty hard-on. She repeated this several times before wrapping her soft, pliant lips around the tip of his manhood and plunging down to consume every thick, juicy inch of his meaty tube steak.
"Ooooo," Bruce shuddered, closing his eyes and savoring the sweet sensation as Sherilee slowly and deeply devoured his towering tool. Bobbing her head faster and faster, she smoothly siphoned his sinewy reed, her mouth as hot as an oven, her lips as tight as a vise.
Meanwhile, Raul thoroughly scoured Linda's scintillating sweet meat with his impetuous tongue. Then, denying her the ecstasy of a premature orgasm, he mounted her writhing torso, wedged his wad between her bountiful boobs, and began tit fucking her. Aiming to please, Linda pushed her jugs together, making her cleavage as tight as possible for Raul's bulging battering ram. His cock surged between her naughty knockers, straining to reach her parted, puckered lips. Linda obliged by licking the crown of his darting dick with the tip of her tongue. Raul took it as a blatant invitation for some heavy-duty face-fucking. Moving up to straddle her armpits, he took hold of his slick prick and guided its bulbous head into Linda's luscious mouth. Once inside, he began to pump his hips, repeatedly slam-dunking his sassy meat spear down her hot, wet throat.
Bruce was so turned on by his wife's wanton submissiveness that he beckoned Sherilee to ride his rigid rod. Astride his hips, the horny hooker fed Bruce's firm and fitful phallus into her hungry hole. Then she slowly slid her saucy snatch up and down his potent pole, shuddering with ecstasy.
Equally pleasured, Bruce reached up and fondled Sherilee's burgeoning breasts, writhing beneath her, lifting his pelvis to prod her gyrating pussy. Her pointed nipples throbbed between his fingertips, her inner juices flowing like wine, coating the taut flesh of his stiff, vaulting rod.
As much as Raul wanted to come in Linda's mouth, he patiently refrained. Instead, he dragged his saturated cock out of her mouth, down her long, graceful neck, between her tits, along her belly, and over her bushy pubic mound. Then, wedging his hips between her gaping thighs and clutching her waist, he smoothly slid his sopping sex into her tantalizing slit and pushed his prick as deep as it could possibly go.
"Ahhhhh!" Linda cried out, grasping Raul's bare, flexing buttocks.
Her whimpering was music to Raul's ears-and to Bruce's, as well. Spurred by his young bride's excitation, Bruce toppled Sherilee from her dominant position, propped her up on all fours and began fucking her doggie-style. "Oh!" Bruce grunted, sinking his fingers into Sherilee's plump butt cheeks and grinding his bone-hard meat in her glorious gash.
Looking over her shoulder, Sherilee smiled at Bruce and licked her lips with delight. "Give it to me, big boy!" she purred, swiveling her hips as he skewered her sizzling snatch. "Stick it to me good!"
While all this was going on, J.C. was having his wicked way with Consuela. As she laid flat on her stomach, moaning and mouthing fuck words in her native tongue, he rode her hard, sweetly fucking her tight, torrid asshole. "Iiieeeeee!" wailed Consuela in blissful agony and ecstasy as J.C. shoved his tongue in her ear and his cock in her rear, grinding her crotch into the living room carpet.
"Ohhhh, yeah!" J.C. murmured in her ear. "Gonna fuck your sweet ass, you little hot tamale!" he told her.
"Si!" Consuela breathlessly replied. "Fuck me!" she cried in fluent English. "Fuck my pussy! Si! Me gusto! Si! Si! Si!"
And, of course, there was Belle and Phil Parker. They were on the floor, fucking in a face to face, upright position, with Belle straddling his lap, locked in a passionate embrace, rocking back and forth as if on a seesaw. As Belle hungrily kissed his mouth, ran her fingers through his wavy hair and rubbed her tits against his chest, Parker squeezed her shapely butt cheeks and pumped his potent pecker up her luscious, loving cunt.
"Mmm," moaned Parker, lowering his head to suck on Belle's tits. "You've got the tightest pussy in town!"
"Hmmm," Belle replied. " You should know." Then she glanced over at her fiance and Consuela just as they were assuming the 69 position.
J.C. was flat on his back with Consuela on top of him, facing the opposite direction. While he feasted on her smothering muff, she held his cock steady with both hands and applied her drooling mouth to its bulging head. J.C.'s nimble tongue poked at
Consuela's gaping gash, fluttering furiously around her luscious love button like a moth to a flame. Consuela was just as cunning, lavishly lapping J.C.'s looming lollipop and richly sucking her way down its long, hard shaft.
It wasn't long before Parker was riding sidesaddle, with his big stud dick firmly embedded in Belle's burning bush. She draped one leg over his hips to provide plenty of penetration, and wound one arm behind her around his neck, allowing Parker to fondle her breasts. He played her like a cello-his greedy hands squeezing and kneading her hefty hooters while his jutting joystick waved back and forth, in and out in slow, steady strokes.
Fucking was also on J.C.'s mind. He chose to screw Consuela in the good, old-fashioned missionary position, rolling her onto her back and spreading her legs wide apart. With one thrust of his lusty lance, he scored a bull's eye, driving his horny harpoon deep into her hot, creamy poon. Nothing if not passionate, Consuela hoisted her legs and wrapped them around the small of J.C.'s back, as if strapping herself in for a wild and woolly ride. Then, digging her fingers into his shoulder blades, she urged his mouth down on hers and began pumping her pussy against his prodding prick.
By then, Belle was in the doggie position, with Parker serenely porking her from behind. Tugging on her garter straps, he pounded his belly against her firm buttocks and speared her snatch with his relentless ramrod. "Uhhh!" they alternately grunted, reaming and writhing in utter ecstasy.
Later, they all changed partners. Belle and Bruce were reunited, Raul and Sherilee gladly got it on, Parker tapped Consuela, and J.C. literally got a crack at Linda. He had her bend over the sofa, then licked and stuffed her tight, tantalizing butthole. He growled as he banged her gaping gorge with his merciless muscle of love. "Bet you didn't expect this on your honeymoon," he quipped.
"Ahhha!" Linda squealed and squirmed, fingering her pussy as J.C. knocked hard on her back door. "Just keep it comin', boy! Ohhh! That sure feels fine!"
This time, Bruce was too preoccupied with his own sexcapades to pay any mind to his wife's. He and Belle were going at it again, only this time Bruce was teaching his sex tutor a thing or two. He started by stretching her out on the floor and kissing and licking her from head to toe. Then he laid flat on his back and encouraged Belle to sit on his face. She did so, straddling Bruce's head and facing forward. This enabled her to bend over and give him head while he lusciously licked her yawning slit. But no sooner had Belle enveloped his cock with her drooling mouth than Bruce wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted both of them off the floor. Bruce was so strong that he actually stood up, holding Belle securely upside-down with her legs crossed behind his neck and her mouth firmly attached to his protruding phallus while he wallowed in the pungent, pink pleasure pit of her passionate pussy.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" moaned Belle, jerking her head back and forth, swiftly sucking his taut, tasty tool.
Bruce made his own raunchy slurping noises as he flapped and snapped his tongue in Belle's greasy, gaping gash, expertly diddling her delectable clit.
Meanwhile, Parker took to porking Consuela on the dining room table. She was sprawled out like a feast on the polished, mahogany surface, with her ass close to the edge and her shapely, white-laced legs spread wide open for her latest lover. Parker eagerly stepped up to the tabletop between Consuela's gaping thighs and guided his meaty missile into her moist, hairy twat. Once deep inside her, he reached down to palm her pert breasts and began sliding his potent prick in and out.
"Mmm, Popi!" groaned Consuela as Parker pinched her throbbing nipples and snaked his pleasure pole through and through the exquisite recesses of her cunt. Intensely grinding his pelvis against her writhing groin, Parker moved his hands downward, over the rippling ridges of her rib cage, around the narrow curve of her waist, across her bulging hips and onto her tantalizing thighs. Then he hoisted her legs and propped her ankles against his brawny shoulders, leaning into her for even deeper penetration.
"Ahhhhh!" Consuela cried ecstatically as Parker aggressively and relentlessly fucked her with his stiff, satisfying shaft.
Consuela's lustful wailing drew Sherilee's curious attention. She couldn't help wondering just how good Parker was one-on-one, and couldn't help hoping that she would get to find out before the end of the night. In the meantime, however, she had to contend with Raul, who was quite a stud in his own right. The two were fucking with Sherilee on top-and enjoying every second of it. While Sherilee worked Raul's cock as if riding on a pogo stick, her tempestuous Latin lover seized and squeezed her jutting jugs and talked dirty to her in Spanish.
"That's right, baby," Sherilee replied. "I'm a cocksucking, ass-fucking whore. I'm also bilingual. You can call me whatever you like ... just as long as you keep that good dick comin', comprende?"
Raul grinned up at her, then suddenly reversed positions, placing Sherilee onto her back and gleefully banging away at her tight, juicy pussy.
The night wore on, but no one wore out. In fact, the group was just getting warmed up when they spontaneously formed a daisy chain to indulge in some hot and heavy oral gratification. Belle sucked .C, who ate Sherilee, who went down on Parker, who licked Linda, who blew Bruce, who feasted on Consuela, who fellated Raul, who tongued Belle.
Then they went the other way, the women deeply devouring as much dick as they could get their mouths on, the men lusciously lapping pussy as if it were going out of style.
Among the eight of them, the possibilities for pleasure seemed endless. Still, they knew that all good things had to come to an end. But before the night was through, each of the four women was able to fulfill her wildest sexual fantasy.
For Sherilee, it was taking on four guys at one time. First, she mounted J.C. and buried his bulging boner in her succulent snatch. Then, as she heartily humped her best friend's fiance, Sherilee summoned Parker and Bruce to stand on either side of her so she could jerk their jutting joysticks. Finally, she beckoned Raul and his angry red pecker. Standing astride J.C.'s torso, Raul plunged his cock into Sherilee's luscious, man-eating mouth.
Sherilee fucked, sucked and stroked like a well-oiled sex machine. Bobbing up and down, she perfectly paced her juicy pussy to whittle away on J.C.'s looming love bone. At the same time, her tight fists tugged furiously on Bruce's and Parker's huge hard-ons, and her head weaved back and forth so that her plump, puckered lips slid snugly but smoothly over every thick inch of Raul's riveting rod. He hissed with pleasure, grabbing Sherilee by the nape of the neck and sliding his jumbo joint down her hot throat.
Sherilee's stamina was remarkable. She came several times, yet she kept right on stroking, sliding and sucking. Of the four studs, Bruce was the first to come, his milky jizzum squirting onto Sherilee's tits and her left hand. Raul followed, shooting most of his creamy load into Sherilee's gulping gullet, dousing her face with the rest. Then it was J.C.'s turn to fire his phallic flamethrower in Sherilee's scorching snatch. That left Parker, who, despite Sherilee's best efforts, refused to come by hand, "It's gonna take more than a hand job to get me off, Missy," he boasted to Sherilee, proud to maintain his solid erection. "I can hold out all night if I have to."
Sherilee eyed him with grudging admiration, "Oh, yeah?" she replied. "Well, the harder they are, the bigger they come," she warned with a sly grin.
Consuela, on the other hand, was content to pleasure only two men at a time. Getting down on her hands and knees like a submissive slut, she allowed Bruce to kneel down and penetrate her from behind while she sweetly sucked J.C.'s pussy-flavored cock. "Oh, yeah, senorita!" J.C. moaned, caressing Consuela's face as he prodded her thick lips with his swollen member. "Eat that meat! Come on! Ohhh!"
On the tail end, Bruce clutched Consuela's writhing hips and crammed her cunt with every inch of his protruding manhood. "Uhh! Yeah! Uhh!" he grunted as his blunt prod bore into
Consuela's creamy cavity and his belly bumped her bulky buttocks again and again. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "But that's good pussy!"
Bruce and J.C. took turns milking Consuela's dangling tits, but Bruce got to grope more of her supple, tantalizing flesh, stroking her thighs above and below the elastic garters of her stockings, reaching around to stroke her pussy and finger her clit as he continued to stuff her saucy snatch with his throbbing tool.
When he was ready to come, Bruce pulled out of Consuela's cunt and liberally anointed her flaming butt cheeks with his spurting semen, groaning in ecstasy as his thick cream oozed from the tip of his prick and cascaded into the golden crack of her ass.
Then it was J.C.'s turn to jizz Consuela's tonsils. Holding her head firmly in his hands, he snapped his pelvis back and forth, fucking her face until his balls were slapping against her chin. "Mmm! Mmm!" Consuela breathlessly moaned, consuming every hard inch of J.C.'s darting dick.
Then, with an extended grunt and a fearsome grimace, J.C. shoved his cock to the back of Consuela's throat and let loose with a blast of his bittersweet love gravy. "Ohhhhhh!" he gasped, grinding his groin in her face. "Suck it down, baby! That's right! Swallow that hot, juicy cum!"
Then it was Linda's turn to get down and dirty. Although a novice to the ways of the flesh, she had learned a lot in the last few days and, despite her initial inhibitions, had taken to sex like a hot-blooded nymphomaniac. She spread herself out on the floor, naked but for her enticing blue bustier, garter straps and stockings, and wantonly offered herself to any man who was willing. As it turned out, all four men wanted a piece of the action.
"Mind if I fuck the bride?" Parker crudely asked Bruce.
"Be my guest," the groom cheerfully replied, needing time to get another erection. "She also gives great head," he casually added. Raul took note.
As Parker knelt between her gaping thighs, Linda looked up at him longingly and unashamedly chimed, "Eat my pussy, first."
"My pleasure...." smiled Parker, slowly lowering his lips to Linda's scintillating love nest.
So while Bruce and J.C. availed themselves of Linda's scrumptious tits, licking and sucking each of her mouth-watering melons, Parker traced the luscious lips of her labia with his tongue before plunging into the tart, tangy recesses of her voluptuous vagina. At the same time, Raul knelt astride Linda's head facing forward, held down his bulging prick as if it were a lever, and guided its mushroom-shaped head into Linda's eager mouth.
Sharing his wife's body with three other men aroused Bruce in ways he never dreamed possible. Squeezing her left breast with both of his hands, he flicked his tongue around her pink, swollen nipple until it was hard and protruding. Then he sucked on it until Linda squirmed and squealed with unbearable delight. Or was it J.C.'s frisky tongue on Linda's other nipple that made her writhe in ecstasy? Or Parker's tongue, slithering up and down, in and out, around and around her savory slit? Perhaps it was the scintillating sensation of Raul's plump penis plunging down into her sweet, succulent mouth. No-it was all of these things and more. In a matter of days, Linda had been transformed from a blushing bride into a bold, bawdy, sexually liberated mistress of lust, and for the first time, Bruce realized just how lucky he was.
After thoroughly scouring Linda's sassy sex hole, Parker wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, raised himself up and plugged his prick into her saucy love socket. At the same time, Raul wrested his randy rod from the clutches of Linda's eager mouth. Instead, he had her lick his veiny shaft and hairy balls with her slick, submissive tongue. 'Ahhhhh," he sighed as she lusciously lapped his dangling sac.
Grabbing his cock, J.C. began moving its tender tip in lazy circles around and around Linda's budding nipple. Craving some stimulation of his own, Bruce took Linda's hand and placed it on his rejuvenated erection. Linda closed her fist around his throbbing shaft and began jerking her wrist. In the meantime, Parker drove his demon dick hard and deep into Linda's tight, tantalizing cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, grinding her hips, arching her back, heaving her chest and wagging her wicked tongue. "Fuck me! Suck me! Gimme a taste of that juicy cock!"
With four stud dicks at her service-one wedged in her mouth, one pounding into her pussy, one sliding through the palm of her hand and one moving like a rolling pin over her sensitive nipples-Linda couldn't help but come once, twice, three and four times. Truth is, she lost count how many times she actually climaxed, delirious as she was, riding the crest of a tidal wave of ecstasy.
Then it was their turn to come. Bruce's overflowing jizzum seeped through Linda's fingers and oozed down her arm. J.C.'s creamy load spilled all over Linda's towering tits and streamed slowly into her cleavage. Most of Raul's gushing cum juice poured into Linda's throat and was swallowed as if it were a tasty milkshake. The rest trickled from the corners of her mouth. And just as he was about to ejaculate inside of her, Parker chose to withdraw and, instead, deposited his fluid seed in the thicket of Linda's golden pubic hair.
Licking her lips and running her hands all over her body, Linda feasted and bathed herself in their manly essence. Then she looked up at her husband endearingly and said, "I never knew it could be like this. Promise me you'll fuck me every night."
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Bruce vowed, fondling her tits. "Every night before we go to sleep, every morning when we wake up."
Finally, Belle got her chance to get her rocks off in a big way. She, too, wanted all the dick she could get her mouth, cunt and hands on, and the four studs at the orgy were determined not to let her down. She began by kneeling between Parker and Raul as they stood facing each other, then reaching up to stroke their well-hung but flaccid appendages. Before long, Belle's intimate caresses got a rise out of both men. As soon as their cocks were at full staff, she held them to the corners of her mouth and started licking them, alternating back and forth from Parker's potent prick to Raul's rigid rod. Both men watched as her talented tongue twirled around and around each of their pulsing beef sticks, then up and down their throbbing shafts. Their knees buckled when her mouth came into play, enveloping Parker's bulging boner and sucking it sweetly, then ravenously feasting on Raul's love pole, drawing it into her warm, wet throat. She even swabbed their hairy balls with her tantalizing, drooling tongue, richly savoring every meaty morsel of their massive manhood.
Then it was Bruce and J.C. who were relishing the pleasure of Belle's succulent mouth, sliding their taut tools across her tender lips, as if she were playing a pair of flutes, and rubbing their firm phalluses against her soft, fervid cheeks. Eventually, all four men surrounded Belle, taking turns getting their hungry cocks sucked. As she tugged on their torrid totems ..with her plump, puckered lips, Belle ran her hands up and down the backs of their thighs and dug her fingers into their flexing buttocks. No two dicks tasted the same, but for Belle all four were as delectable as sucking a candy cane.
"Yum-yum, gimme some," she murmured lustfully before sinking her greedy mouth on their hard, juicy meat.
"Oooo, baby!" raved Parker, rolling his hot wiener between Belle's cheeks. "You sure know how to blow! Man, you could suck the chrome off a pick-up truck!" He might as well have been speaking for all the guys.
Belle did such a good job working Raul up to a frenzy that in the middle of it, he passionately yanked her head away from his crotch, picked her up off the floor, bent her over the couch and drove his prick straight up her ass.
"Ahhhh!" Belle cried out, gripping the back of the couch and absorbing the full, firm measure of his searing manhood.
Raul gleefully hissed, groping for her tits and pounding his crotch against her helpless butt cheeks. He reamed her long and hard until he got his fill, generously clogging her anal highway with his creamy load.
And when Raul was done, Bruce took his place, accurately guiding his slick dick into Belle's narrow backdoor. "You like it in the ass, don't you?" he taunted her.
"Hell, I love it!" Belle enthusiastically responded. "Come on, boy! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Spurred by Belle's profanity, Bruce humped her rump with a string of deep thrusts. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, clutching her hips and grinding his meat into her hot little hole. Belle's cavity was so exquisitely tight that it didn't take long for Bruce to come again, moaning and groaning with ecstasy, smearing her crack with his rich white pudding.
"You want some good fuckin'?" leered Parker, grabbing Belle by the arm. '77/ show you some fuckin', baby!" With that, he pinned her flat on her back on the floor, wedged his hips between her gaping thighs, and drove his deep into Belle's drooling, horny gash.
"Ohhh!" she gasped as he penetrated her to the hilt. But even that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. Belle wanted more, so she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Parker's waist. "Come on!" she demanded, seething with passion and gritting her teeth. "Show me what you've got!"
Rising to the challenge, Parker gave Belle his best shot, hastily hammering away at her hot honey pot, plowing her pussy like a world-class stud. It wasn't long before Belle's desperate demand for dick was replaced by ecstatic cries for mercy.
Green with envy, Sherilee decided it was time to stifle Belle's caterwauling. So she squatted over Belle's face and slowly lowered her succulent snatch onto Belle's gaping, panting mouth.
"Mmmmm," moaned Belle, obediently licking her female lover's lusciously lubricated labia and savoring her natural juices.
Grinding her gash into Belle's face, Sherilee hissed and swooned with red-hot pleasure, closed her eyes and began massaging her breasts. "Ohhh! Eat that pussy, girl!" she commanded.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing Sherilee saw was Parker staring back at her. She avoided his lecherous gaze, choosing instead to watch his hard, greasy cock slid in and out of Belle's saturated slit. As pleasurable as it was to have her cunt eaten out by a woman, Sherilee found herself yearning for Parker's big, hard meat.
Sensing her desire, Parker leaned forward and licked Sherilee's cleavage without missing a stroke. She shuddered and pushed her tits together, allowing him to suck on each of her protruding nipples even as he kept on porking Belle's plush pussy. Soon, their tongues were mingling, rolling in each other's breathless mouths while Sherilee rubbed her throbbing clit against the tip of Belle's tongue and Parker quickened the pace of his prodding prick.
In the midst of this tantalizing threesome, Linda and Bruce crawled over to suck on each of Belle's bountiful boobs. Also hot to trot, Consuela impulsively wedged her face between Parker's writhing crotch and Belle's sweaty pubic mound, and managed to lick Belle's, ravishing clit. Excited by the sight of Consuela's bolstered buttocks, Raul gladly accepted the invitation and knelt behind her, then gingerly inserted his stiffening shaft into her snug, scintillating butthole.
Not one to be a party pooper, J.C. bellied up to Linda's nylon-clad thighs and shapely bottom and eased his plump pecker into the moist, vibrant recesses of her pussy. "Ohhhhh," he sighed, placing his hands on her hips and gently pressing his prong deep into her nasty nooky. Then, rocking his pelvis, he gradually built up speed until all of his potent prick was surging through and through her exquisite twat.
In the meantime, Linda and Bruce ravenously sucked on Belle's jutting pink nipples, coating her tits with their saliva and sending shivers of delight up and down her spine. Desperate for his own delight, Bruce conveniently reached over, grabbed Consuela's hand and placed it on his throbbing dick. While she jerked him off, Consuela feverishly feasted on Belle's luscious little love button, occasionally opting for a tangy taste of Parker's cock as he propelled it in and out, in and out, in and out of Belle's yawning slit.
"Sssha!" hissed Raul, sweetly skewering Consuela's red-hot rectum, squeezing his meaty manhood deeper and deeper into her taut tunnel of lust. "Hah, mama! Hah!" he exclaimed with each determined thrust.
"Ohhh!" gasped Sherilee, caught in a riptide of ecstasy with Parker feverishly flicking her nipples and Belle furiously flicking her clit. "Ohhh! I'm comin'! I'm comin'!"
Determined to get her off, Parker sank his lips into one of Sherilee's jutting jugs and kept twirling his tongue around the nipple trapped in his mouth. At the same time, Belle screwed her tongue against Sherilee's throbbing love button, triggering the first of several monumental orgasms. "Ahhhh!" cried Sherilee, pressing Parker's face to her bosom and grinding her cunt against Belle's hot, hungry mouth.
Moments later, succumbing to the intense, titillating friction of Consuela's tight, jerking fist, Bruce began quivering and whimpering. As hard as he tried to hold back, there was no way he could stop himself from coming. Throwing back his head, he grit his teeth, then let loose with a deafening wail and a wad of semen that spewed across Belle's abdomen, but was quickly gobbled up by Consuela.
As excitable as her spouse, Linda found the whole scene too hot to handle. Between Bruce's ejaculation and the pleasure of sucking on one of Belle's ripe flesh melons, Linda was pretty damn horny. But the clincher was J.C.'s expert cocksmanship. As he banged her from behind, J.C. ran his hands all over Linda's body, kneading her dangling tits, fingering her tender clit. The harder and faster he screwed her, the closer and closer
Linda edged to the brink of orgasm. Finally, with a flurry of deep, grinding strokes, J.C. triggered Linda's final, furious climax. "Here comes the bride!" he announced, sinking his fingertips into her shoulder blades and frantically humping her red-hot honey pot.
"Ohhh!" she shuddered, tears of ecstasy streaming from her eyes. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"
Relishing Linda's howls of pleasure, J.C. decided that this time, he would come inside of her. Reining her in by her taut but flexing garter straps, he continued to pummel her pussy with his jousting love lance, sliding it tightly but smoothly in and out of her swampy vagina, the jizzum building up in the pit of his scrotum like a volcano about to erupt.
"Hah! Hah!" he grunted, twisting and tugging Linda's hair in his fist and pounding his groin against her writhing butt cheeks. "Gimme that sweet meat, baby!" he demanded. "Ahhh, yeah! Here comes Daddy! Ohhh! Comin' in your cunt!"
J.C.'s cum flowed like a river, filling the deepest recesses of Linda's pussy and overflowing the gaping banks of her abundantly saucy snatch. Reluctantly, he removed his ramrod from her luscious love nest, spread the remaining residue from the head of his prick in the crack of her ass and quipped, "Thanks for the ride, sweetheart."
"Mmmmm, anytime," cooed Linda over her shoulder. Then she faced her beaming husband and shared a long, lingering soul kiss.
By then, Consuela was fit to burst. While she alternated between licking Belle's clit and lapping Parker's darting dick, Raul relentlessly reamed her snug bottom. "Aieee, Popi!' she groaned with unbearable pleasure, which only provoked Raul even more. As he kept right on fucking her ass, he reached around and dexterously diddled her clit, driving her wilder and wilder.
"Aieee!" cried Consuela, surging toward orgasm, rising to her knees so that Raul could fondle her tits from behind.
As she convulsed in his clutches, Raul wedged his wad up her ass and launched his creamy load. A gusher of warm, thick jizzum flowed into Consuela's anus, poured out of its gaping rim and cascaded down her inner thighs.
Craving his bittersweet cocktail, Consuela spun around and enveloped Raul's leaking love pole with her greedy mouth. She devoured his phallus whole, sucking him hard until she had drained and swallowed every ounce of his manly ooze. "Ahhh ... cam mia," sighed Raul, gently stroking her face.
That left only Parker and Belle in an intense struggle for the ultimate satisfaction. Kneeling between Belle's gaping thighs, Parker was free to fondle her heaving breasts and observe the expression of utter ecstasy on her face as he jerked his hips and pumped his potent phallus hard and fast into her juicy joy box. For her part, Belle was just as busy, mouthing sweet obscenities and groping at his flesh, grinding her lower torso and tightening the walls of her hungry vagina against the relentless thrusts of his cock. It was like a sexual wrestling match with each opponent determined to make the other one come first.
"Mmm, gimme that big dick!" Belle murmured in a deep, sultry voice. "Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before! Come on, Mister! You're a man, make me come! Give it all you've got!"
"You're gonna come all right!" vowed Parker, bearing down on her. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy until you scream for mercy! Then I'm gonna shower you with my cum and make you lick it off my big, hot prick!" Then he lifted Belle's legs and propped her ankles against his shoulder, bending them back to achieve maximum penetration to the core of her cunt. Down and in he plunged, harder and harder, faster and faster, grunting and groaning with each pleasurable thrust.
"Ohhh! Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" cried Belle, clawing his chest and thrashing her head from side to side. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh!"
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Parker panted, trying desperately to hold back, but realizing it was hopeless. "Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm comin'! I'm comin'!"
"Come on, baby!" Belle spurred him on. "Come on now! Give it to me! Gimme that cock! I'm right behind you! I'm comin' too!"
"All right!" gasped Parker, crossing the finishing line, firing his first blast of rich, creamy jizzum into Belle's scorching love oven.
Just as the first batch was discharged, Belle reached her own shattering climax. "Ohhh!" she clamored. "Oh, yesss!"
Parker hastily removed his ramrod from Belle's saturated slit, aimed it high and squirted a trail of semen up her belly and between her tits. Belle used his ooze to lather her jugs, then sat up to catch the next spewing clump with her tongue. No sooner did Parker anoint her drooling mouth than Belle covered his overflowing manhood with her hungry mouth.
"Mmm!" moaned Belle, rolling her lips around Parker's sleek dickhead and stroking his shaft with her tight fist.
"Ohhhhh!" Parker groaned, spilling the last of his creamy nectar into Belle's gulping gullet.
After she swallowed his cum, Belle ran her tongue around her lips, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sighed with satisfaction. Physically spent, Parker collapsed, moaning wearily on his back while Belle gloated in triumph.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that evening, after everyone had said their good nights, Sherilee retired to her own room, stripped off her clothes and hopped into a hot, soothing shower. As the steamy spray prickled her flesh, Sherilee reached for a bar of soap and lathered her hands. Then she cleansed herself, languidly sudsing her breasts, her belly, her buttocks and inner thighs. With the water running, she couldn't hear the intruder as he stealthily entered her suite and tiptoed toward the bathroom.
Just as Sherilee was running her soapy hand in the groove of her crotch, the shower door slid open. She flinched. Then, recognizing her uninvited visitor, she scowled. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sherilee demanded. "And how did you get in?"
"Belle gave me a pass key," Parker replied with a sly grin, answering the second question first.
"Now why would she want to do a thing like that?" Sherilee challenged, making no effort to cover herself.
Parker's eyes roamed over her naked body. Then he shrugged. "Because I asked her politely?" he suggested.
"What do you want?" asked Sherilee pointedly.
"I need a shower."
"Then rent your own room."
"I'd rather use yours," said Parker, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
"Yeah, well, maybe I don't want you here," claimed Sherilee, glaring at him.
"Oh ... I know you do," Parker replied, slowly unzipping his fly.
As he removed his pants and briefs, Sherilee glanced uneasily at his stunning erection. "W-what makes you so sure?" she stammered, biting her lip.
"The way you were lookin' at me tonight," said Parker, gingerly stepping into the shower stall.
"Is that so?" said Sherilee coyly, holding her breath as he moved closer to her from behind.
"You couldn't take your eyes off me," Parker murmured in her ear, reaching up to cup her breasts.
"Didn't you get enough pussy for one night?" Sherilee chided, rubbing her buttocks against his hard-on.
"Yeah," he admitted. "But I want more!"
Before Sherilee could open her sassy mouth again, Parker covered it with his hungry lips, kissing her hard and deep, clutching her waist and pulling her wet body against his. "Mmmm," moaned Sherilee, feeling her erect nipples rub up against Parker's chest and his stiff cock nestle in her pubic hair. Gradually, she surrendered to her own desire, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back, their tongues passionately mingling, their hands groping for warm, moist flesh.
As the shower's tantalizing torrent fed their lust, Parker feasted on Sherilee's lips, her neck and then her breasts while his right hand moved over her hip and into her crotch to stroke her saturated snatch. Eager for his intimate touch, Sherilee spread her legs apart, allowing him to probe her pussy. As he feverishly sucked on her jutting nipples, Parker traced the puckering lips of Sherilee's luscious labia with his index finger before plugging it into her excitable cunthole.
"Ohhh!" Sherilee gasped as he bit down on her budding nuggets and penetrated her pussy. Hot for Parker's wicked tongue, Sherilee drove him to his knees. Happy to oblige, Parker unfurled his passionate tongue and began licking her clit as he poked and prodded her juicy joy box.
"Ohhhh!" Sherilee swooned, leaning back against the shower stall's slippery white tile wall. "Eat my pussy!" she implored. "Lick my hot little clit! Ohhh!"
Resting his cheek against her inner thigh, Parker skillfully flicked his tongue at Sherilee's pink, pouting love button and plumbed her creamy conduit of love with not one but two fingers. The combination was more than Sherilee could stand. Grinding her gash against Parker's face, she grunted and groaned, squeezing her tits together and tugging on her taut, tingling nipples.
Parker brought her to the brink of orgasm, then wisely refrained. Instead, he abruptly rose to his feet and directed her attention to his big, thick, demanding dick. "Gimme some head, baby," he demanded. Having been pleasured into total submission, Sherilee could scarcely refuse such an appetizing request, gladly sinking to her knees and taking his meaty member into her gaping mouth.
She went down on him as only a seasoned whore could, rolling his balls in the palm of her hand while bobbing her head up and down, driving her lips back and forth from the torrid tip of his prick to the hairy fringes of his scrotum.
"Ooo, yeah! That's how you'll suck me every night," said Parker, gently stroking her face. "You'll greet me at the door and get down on your knees and blow me until I come in the back of your throat!"
Sherilee gazed up at him quizzically, but kept right on sucking. If she didn't know better, it almost sounded as if Parker were proposing to her.
"That's right," he continued. "From now on, you won't have to put out for strangers for a livin'. I'm gonna be your man," Parker vowed, "and you're gonna be my wife, my lover, my own private little piece of ass."
"Mmmmm," moaned Sherilee, clutching his buttocks and sucking him harder and faster.
Parker didn't bother waiting for Sherilee to accept. He could tell by the way she sucked on his bone that she was his to command. Eager to consummate the engagement, he lifted her up, kissed her passionately and turned her around. "Lean forward against the wall," he told her, grabbing the bar of soap from its tray.
As Sherilee obeyed, Parker richly lathered his hands, then ran his sudsy fingers in the crack of her ass. Then he lathered his cock until it was covered with foam and as slippery as an eel. Finally, he guided his prick between Sherilee's bulging butt cheeks and smoothly inserted it into her tight but lubricated anus.
"Ohhh!" Sherilee grunted as Parker penetrated her.
"Ahhhhh!" he sighed, working his wad in and out of her slick but snug orifice. "Best asshole I ever fucked!"
"Or ever will," added Sherilee over her shoulder.
Agreeing wholeheartedly, Parker mercilessly reamed Sherilee's rump, sliding his sleek shaft as deeply into her rectum as it would go. At the same time, he scrubbed her flexing buttocks with the soapy palms of his hands, occasionally reaching around to spread foam across her belly and run his slippery fingers all around her dangling tits.
"Ohhh, baby!" Sherilee whimpered. "I love your cock! Mmm! It feels so good inside of me!"
"Yeah," Parker replied, grinding his groin against her bare, bodacious booty. "Especially in your cunt!"
"Oh, yeah," Sherilee agreed, quivering with anticipation. "Fuck my pussy!"
"Uh-uh," Parker declined.
"Ohhh!" Sherilee whined and fretted. "Why not?"
"You didn't say 'please,'" Parker teased.
"Please!" Sherilee begged. "Please fuck my pussy! I want your cock so bad! Please! Please!"
"Well," Parker murmured, reluctantly withdrawing from Sherilee's back door. "If you insist...." Then he wrapped his arms around Sherilee's slender waist and jerked his hips, propelling his mammoth member into her tight but fluid fissure of ecstasy.
"Ohhhh!" Sherilee gasped as his vaulting prick surged into the inner recesses of her wet, vibrant pussy. "Ohhh, yeah! Ohhh! That's it! That's what I want! Now fuck me, baby! Fuck me good and hard!"
Grasping Sherilee's pelvic bones, Parker drove his darting dick in and out, in and out, often swiveling his hips and churning his cock inside of her. Still richly lathered, his potent phallus scrubbed and scoured the moist walls of Sherilee's vagina, sliding in and out smoothly.
"Mmmm," moaned Sherilee, squirming against his prodding prick. "Sure feels fine from behind!"
"Ohhh, yeah!" Parker agreed, twisting her hair with his right hand and reaching around with his left to play with her clit. "Pussy like this comes once in a lifetime. 1 could fuck you all night, darlin'."
"Mmm, you promise?" asked Sherilee.
"You can hold me to it," he vowed, pounding his crotch against her sleek butt cheeks.
In time, Parker withdrew his throbbing meat baton from Sherilee's sudsy snatch, whirled her around to face him and reentered her hot socket of lust. Up against the tile wall of the shower stall, Sherilee whimpered with each deep thrust of Parker's luscious love muscle, her mouth hungrily seeking his, her finger digging into his back and buttocks as gallons of hot, steamy water drenched their impassioned bodies.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Sherilee grunted, absorbing the full measure of Parker's pulsating prick. "Fuck me, baby! Yes! Yes! Like that! Yeah! Harder! Harder! Ohhh! I love your cock! Give it to me!"
"Oh, baby! I want to come inside of you!" Parker panted, squeezing Sherilee's supple ass cheeks and grinding his gourd in her gaping gash.
"Do it!" cried Sherilee, clinging desperately to him. "Gimme your hot jizz! Shoot it inside me! I want your cum, baby! Give it to me! Let's come together!"
Sherilee's body stiffened, then began to convulse as she reached the first of several monumental orgasms. Parker withdrew his shaft to the tip of its head, then rammed into her and fired a blast of thick, creamy semen deep into her hot hole.
"Ahhh!" gasped Parker, coming so hard he didn't think it would ever stop, his whole body quivering, his legs buckling under the strain. The next thing he knew, he had his back against the wall and Sherilee was kneeling before him, her mouth siphoning his jutting boner of its oozing seed.
Sherilee sucked and slurped, rolling his dick from cheek to cheek and sliding it down her gulping gullet, ravenously devouring every drop of his delectable cum. As she lavishly licked his meaty manhood, Parker stroked her wet hair and caressed her face. She paused to look up at him adoringly, her eyes radiant with ardor.
Overcome with emotion, Parker fell to his knees and embraced her, covering her mouth with his. "I love you," he breathlessly confessed.
"I love you, too," Sherilee joyfully sobbed, grabbing him by the hair and forcing his lips to her heaving bosom.
The double wedding was simple but memorable. Neither bride wore white, but both were more beautiful than any Justice of the Peace Clarence Blackmun had even seen. In fact, between Sherilee's tight micro-miniskirt and Belle's low-cut dress, Blackmun had a hard time keeping his eyes on his book and concealing the conspicuous bulge in his inseam. A tall, gaunt man in his late forties, Clarence hadn't been this aroused since his wife Lulu began to put on weight eighteen years earlier.
Belle noticed the hard-on and, rather than ignore it, decided to have a little fun with Clarence. Throughout the ceremony, whenever their eyes met. Belle would deliberately glance at Clarence's crotch, then look up at him and run her tongue over her upper lip. Rattled by her subtle yet provocative signal, Blackmun stammered through much of his recitation, his penis throbbing uncontrollably in the confines of his trousers, helplessly titillated.
"Do you, Belle Ringer, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband," asked Blackmun, "to have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"
Belle glanced at J.C. with a sly grin, then looked at the Justice of the Peace and replied, "I do."
"By the power invested in me by the state of South Carolina," said Blackmun, addressing both couples, "I now pronounce you husband and wife." Then he added needlessly, "Gentlemen ... you may kiss your brides."
Parker and Sherilee embraced and exchanged a lingering, soulful kiss. J.C. and Belle were just as passionate with the groom shoving his tongue down his bride's throat and unabashedly groping her shapely buttocks. "M-may I kiss the brides?" asked Blackmun timidly, folding his hands over his crotch.
"Why, of course!" smiled Sherilee, batting her eyelashes and sauntering over to Clarence. Without hesitation, she wound her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoes and covered his mouth with hers. The kiss was hard and wet with just a hint of tongue, more than Clarence had bargained for and enough to make him whimper nervously. When it ended, his eyes were glazed over and his whole body trembled.
"My turn," said Belle seductively, cutting in to take Sherilee's place. Wide-eyed with anticipation, Blackmun held his breath as she lifted her hands to his face and ran her cool fingers through his hair. Then, with parted lips, Belle kissed him sweetly, rolling her tongue around and around in his mouth, rubbing her breasts against his chest. When Belle pressed her belly against his hard-on, Clarence gasped and involuntarily ejaculated in his pants.
Realizing what had happened, Belle stepped back slowly and smiled innocently. "Thank you," she said.
"No," replied Clarence with a silly grin. "Thank you."
As the two couples headed for the door, Blackmun cleared his throat and asked, "Where are you planning on spending your honeymoons?"
J.C. paused and replied, "Well, actually, there's this romantic little motel...."
The honeymoon suite at the newly renovated Friendly Motel included a king-size, heart-shaped bed, a roaring fireplace and a complimentary bottle of champagne. All J.C. and Belle had to provide were the fireworks. On her wedding night, the bride wore a sheer black baby doll set that was promptly removed as foreplay gave way to more passionate indulgences.
Sprawled out on the floor before the flaming hearth, Belle and J.C. explored each other's body with their fingers and tongues, he lusciously lapping Belle's tantalizing twat while tweaking her tender nipples, she rubbing J.C.'s towering tool against her face, her lips and her breasts before guiding its plump head into her warm and welcoming mouth.
"Ahhhh," sighed J.C. as Belle lovingly sucked his cock from top to bottom. So pleasurable were her lips that he closed his eyes and dreamed, imagining the two of them stranded on a deserted island with nothing to do but fuck all day and all night.
Then, just as the fantasy was getting interesting, Belle paused. "Oh, don't stop," J.C. gently chided. "Go down on me, baby. It feels so good."
The sucking resumed. Only, this time, J.C.'s bloated scrotum received as much tender loving care as his throbbing shaft. "Ooo, yeah!" he exclaimed. "That's it, baby! Lick those balls and eat that meat!"
"Easy, big boy," cautioned Belle from the other side of the room.
J.C. abruptly opened his eyes and raised his head, staring down at his crotch. Sherilee winked at him and continued feasting on his firm phallus. "Huh?" gawked J.C. He looked across the room to see Parker standing buck naked by the bed, with Belle kneeling beside him, resting her head against his thigh. "Surprise," grinned Parker.
"You don't mind if Phil and Sherilee join us, do you sweetheart?" asked Belle.
"Hell, no!" J.C. replied delightedly. "The more, the merrier. Every double wedding ought to have a double honeymoon."
And on that consenting note, the newlyweds proceeded to celebrate their nuptials. While Sherilee whittled away on J.C.'s jutting joystick. Belle sweetly savored Parker's taut, torrid tube steak, stroking his stiff shaft with the smooth surface of her promiscuous tongue and working her thick, juicy lips up and down and all around his succulent manhood.
Later, Parker coached Belle into assuming the doggie position on the bed and penetrated her from behind, clutching her waist as he swiftly skewered her moist, gaping beaver with his hot horn of plenty. "Ohhh, Phil!" cried Belle, rolling her head and swiveling her pelvis in ecstasy. "You give such good dick! Ohhh!"
"Yeah," bragged Parker. "That's what all the married women say."
Meanwhile, Sherilee had mounted J.C. and inserted his cock into her own hot honey pot. Straddling his waist, she rode him like a pony, offering her tantalizing tits to his groping hands. "Uh," groaned J.C. as Sherilee pumped her pussy up and down his rigid love pole and her nipples swelled between his fingertips. "You've got a cunt that can't be beat!"
"Mmm," moaned Sherilee, tightening the vise-like grip of her snatch around his slick, sliding serpent of lust. "And good enough to eat!"
To prove the point, she moved up and smothered J.C.'s face with her mouth watering muff. Hot for her box, J.C. wedged his wagging tongue into Sherilee's sultry slit and succulently swabbed her tasty twat.
By then, Parker had rolled Belle over onto her back, hoisted her legs high and was drilling her luscious love hole. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck me, you horny redneck!" she demanded. "Give it to me good!"
"Don't worry, sweetheart!" leered Parker, clutching Belle's ankles and spreading her legs as wide apart as possible. "I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget!" he vowed, boring down on her with penetrating lust.
Sherilee was just as sex-crazed. Abandoning J.C.'s tongue, she got on her hands and knees and beckoned him to her backdoor. "Stick it in my ass!" she boldly commanded. "I want you to fuck me from behind!"
"I thought you'd never ask," quipped J.C., kneeling behind her and guiding the tip of his torpedo to the narrow rim of her pink, pouting orifice.
"Ohhhh!" Sherilee cried out as his riveting rod slid into her rectum. Within minutes, however, Sherilee's cries of anguish were replaced by moans of exquisite joy as J.C.'s prodding prick porked her tight, tantalizing porthole.
"Now that's what I call a piece of ass!" raved .C, steadily reaming Sherilee.
Over on the bed, Parker released Belle's legs so he could fondle her bountiful breasts as he swiftly screwed her saucy snatch. While kneading her knockers, he couldn't resist admiring his own fornicating finesse, watching as his cock slid between the yawning lips of Belle's glistening labia and plunged deep into the creamy pleasure pit of her scintillating cunt.
"Ohhh! That's right!" Belle panted, spurring him on. "Slide it in! Yes! Yes! Give it to me, baby! Fuck my hot pussy! Yeah! Yeah!"
Back on the floor, J.C. eventually withdrew his prick from Sherilee's asshole, only to slip it into her insatiable cunt. Firmly embedded in her juicy pussy, he wasted no time building up to speed, slamming his belly against her butt cheeks and digging his dick deep into her lusty love hole. "Hah! Hah! Hah!" he huffed and puffed, relishing the rapture of ravishing her body both inside and out.
"Keep it comin', baby!" Sherilee demanded. "No mercy! Just fuck me! Ohhh! Yes! Yes! More! More! More! More!"
"More" was also the operative word for Belle and Parker. Delirious with lust, they fucked until their bodies were drenched with sweat. Then, suddenly, Parker pulled out of Belle's pussy, climbed onto the bed to straddle her torso, squeezed her tits together, and wedged his wet wad between her jutting, jumbo jugs. While Parker fervently tit-fucked her, Belle flicked her tongue like a snake at this surging cockhead.
"Ahhh, yeah!" sighed Parker, thrusting his cock back and forth in Belle's tight cleavage. "Lick it, baby! Lick the cum off the crown! Ohhh, yeah!"
"Yo, Phil," called J.C. from the floor below.
Parker looked over his shoulder.
"Wanna swap wives?" J.C. jokingly suggested.
"Sure, why not?" Parker replied. "There's nothing more satisfying than sloppy seconds."
So, the bridegrooms traded places-J.C. saddling up with Belle on the bed and Sherilee spreading her legs for Parker in the glow of a crackling fire. As J.C.'s cock slid smoothly into his wife's velvety vaginal sheath. Belle wrapped her legs around his waist to guarantee maximum penetration. Sherilee did the same, crossing her ankles in the small of Parker's back as he pushed his full, firm phallus to the core of her cavernous cunt.
"Mmmm, baby, baby, baby...." Belle softly murmured as J.C. suckled at her breast and slowly wormed his wad in and out of her sopping wet slit. "It feels so good! My pussy's so hot for your cock! I love it! I love you!"
Meanwhile, Sherilee was squirming with delight as Parker pinned her wrists to the floor and sucked on her pink, pointed nipples, his huge prick potently plowing her pleasure-seeking pussy. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" She repeatedly gasped, thrashing her head from side to side, turned on like never before. "Fuck me, my love! Fuck me! Ohhh! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna' come! Ohhh! Please! Make me come! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Uhhh! Yeah!" Parker grunted, propelling his blunt instrument of love hard and fast into Sherilee's saturated socket, reaming her so deeply that his balls slapped against her buttocks and his pubic hair meshed with hers. "Gimme that good pussy!" he kissed, reaching under her to clutch Sherilee's bucking ass. "Ohhh, baby! Gimme that good, fuckin' pussy!"
Sherilee wailed like an alley cat in heat, clawing his flesh, wrapping her legs around Parker's waist. "I'm comin', baby! Yeah! Ohhhh!"
Determined to join her at the pinnacle of ecstasy, Parker all but withdrew his throbbing prick, then impaled Sherilee to the hilt. "Ahhhh!" he cried, catapulted to orgasmic heights, his deeply embedded cock overflowing with thick, creamy jizzum.
"Ohhh, yeah! Give it to me, baby!" Sherilee whimpered, holding him tightly in her intimate embrace. "Come inside of me! Fill me up with your love!"
Spurred on by Sherilee and Parker's shameless lust, Belle and J.C. wrestled in the throes of their own heated passion. With her legs hoisted high against J.C.'s shoulders, Belle murmured sweet obscenities, inciting her partner's delirious lust. "Oooo, come on, baby!" she shuddered. "Fuck mama's pussy good! Yeah! That's it! Gimme that big dick! Ohhh! It feels so good! Make me come, big daddy! Make me come! I want to feel your cum shootin' inside of me! Yeah! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good!"
"Hahhh! Hahhh! Hahhh! Hahhh!" grunted J.C. doing push-ups to drive his cock as deeply as possible in and out of Belle's exquisite cunt.
"Oh, yeah!" cried Belle, squirming below him, squeezing her tits together and feeding him her nipples. "Ohhh! Here it comes!"
As Belle climaxed, so did .C, his swollen prick throbbing as gobs of semen were pumped into Belle's quivering body. "My mouth!" she suddenly panted. "Come in my mouth, too! Ohhh!"
"You got it, baby! Yeah!" J.C. gasped approvingly, leaving a trail of oozing jizzum from Belle's pubic mound to her heaving tits en route to her hungry, gaping lips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, closing her mouth around J.C.'s taut tool, stroking his shaft and sweetly savoring the last of his spewing essence.
"Satisfied?" J.C. asked Belle later as they cuddled on the bed beside Sherilee and Parker.
"Mmm," Belle softly hummed.
"You don't sound too enthused," J.C. noted, caressing Belle's face. "What else could you possibly want?"
Belle glanced at Sherilee's pussy and Parker's cock, then down at J.C.'s flaccid phallus, reviving it with the mere touch of her hand. Then she looked slyly at J.C. and the coiners of her mouth turned up into a naughty smile. "More," she replied. "I want more!"