Renata shifted impatiently from foot to foot and punched the doorbell again. There was still no answer. Remembering her instructions, she set the basket she had been carrying down beside the door and was just about to turn and leave when a voice called from inside, "Yeah, yeah-I'm coming!" And then the door burst open, scaring her half out of her wits.
"Yeah? What do you want."
"H-hello. I'm here to welcome you."
"Huh?"
She forced a smile, feeling slightly more at ease now that she had gotten the first words out. "I'm here to welcome you to the community. It's my job. Is the missus in?"
"There is no missus," the man grunted.
"Oh." For the first time, she noticed that the man was bare-chested. In fact, he wasn't wearing anything except a pair of cutoffs. Not even shoes. "I'll just leave this basket of goodies with you-"
"Come on in."
"I can't."
"You can't."
"It's against the rules."
"What rules?"
She gulped. "Well, you might be a-a."
"A pervert?"
She tittered. "Silly, isn't it?"
He held the door open and she stepped in. It was obvious that he was not the kind of man they had warned her about.
"What's in the basket?"
"Goodies and gift certificates from the local merchants. I'm the welcome lady," she said with a friendly smile.
He set the basket aside without bothering to look through its contents. "I'll have to thank the local merchants for sending you to me."
"Yes, do that, please. And tell them Renata sent you-Renata, that's me."
"Glad to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Bill. Have you been doing this long, Renata?"
"Actually, I've just started. You're my first call."
"Ah! So you're a virgin."
"Hardly that," she said rolling her eyes. "Not at my age-thirty-five," she added hastily, shaving eight years off and hoping she could get away with it.
He shook his head as he studied her body. "No, a woman as pretty as you isn't-likely to be a virgin."
She flushed, not knowing how to respond. Her eyes focused on his bare chest. He was as old as her, but his body hadn't turned to flab like most men she knew. He had broad shoulders, sinewy arms, and taut muscles lined his chest and stomach.
"How long have you been divorced?"
She caught her breath. "How did you know?"
He lifted her hand. "There's still a band on your finger where the ring used to be. See, like mine." He held up his hand, and sure enough, there was a white band around the base of his ring finger. "We've just separated. She got the house."
"Mine will be final in another month," she said with a sigh. "That's why I've taken this job. For the first time in my life, I have to support myself." She looked around the living room. "You've fixed the place up nice."
He shrugged. "I'm fixing it up, but it needs a woman's touch."
She gave him an encouraging smile. "You'll make it all right."
"Yeah, if I can get through the nights. It gets lonely."
"I suppose it does," she said, not encouraging the subject. She started backing toward the door. "If you ever need anything, give me a call. My card's in the basket."
"Were you serious about me putting in a good word for you to the merchants?"
"I wish you would. I really need this job."
"Then kiss me."
"I beg you pardon?"
He grinned. "Just a friendly, welcome-to-the-neighborhood smack on the cheek."
Maybe he was a pervert, she thought, staring at him. But there was something in his eyes that held her and gave her the wildest feeling inside. She found herself moving toward him, and then she was in his arms. She hooked her arms around his neck and he combed his fingers through the soft, cascading, champagne-colored curls that flowed over her shoulders.
The kiss quickly became frenzied. They had matching hungers and desires that were just waiting to be unleashed. No man had ever come on to her so boldly, and she had no idea how to react. Easily overcoming her feeble resistance, his thick tongue slid into her mouth while his hands moved freely over her body.
"I've been dreaming every night about a woman like you," he muttered. "And then you show up on my doorstep."
She moaned under his kisses. His hands slid over her as if they were discovering a woman for the first time, caressing her back and her bottom, then moving around to her breasts. She had never allowed any man except her husband such intimacies, but she was trembling and helpless to resist as he pushed her jacket off her shoulders and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Her emotions were in conflict-one part of her trying to deny that this was even happening to her, while another part begged breathlessly for him to continue. He only took a second to appreciate her black lace bra as he slid her blouse down her arms, then his fingers moved deftly to unhook the strained clasp that held the bra tight. A second later he was pulling away the cups to uncover her tits.
A tremor shook her body when his fingers touched her nipples. He pinched the spikes lightly and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers while she moaned as tingles of joy and desire surged through her.
"If you're going to tell me to stop," he said gruffly, "you'd better make it quick."
She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.
He grinned at her. "I know, this isn't like you, is it?"
She gulped. "No, it isn't."
"But something clicked when I saw you walk in the door. You felt it, too, didn't you?"
She acknowledged with a nod.
"Ours is not to reason why.. . " It was totally un-like her, but she filled with naughty delight as his hands fondled her breasts. He lifted them in his palms and thumbed the nipples. It had been years since her tits had been treated to such attention. For the first time, she realized how routine the lovemaking had become in the last years of her marriage. She wanted to gush out her thanks to this man for showing her that her body was still pretty enough to be appreciated-and still young enough to be aroused by a man's stimulating touches. She cooed encouragement as his fingertips lightly grazed the sides and the undersides of her sensitive mounds, then returned to tweak her nipples until they were stiff and tingling. She hung onto his shoulders when he bent his head to her breasts, and she shut her eyes as his lips closed around her nipples and made the hard tips throb with excitement.
He took his time, savoring her flesh, his tongue fluttering as it moved back and forth from one stiff-peaked mound to the other.
She had never felt such intense excitement in her life. When he lifted his face to her mouth again, she went limp against him. She slipped a hand between their bodies to find the hard length of cock that stretched the front of his pants. The pressure of the tumid prick against the material of his cutoffs excited her curiosity even more. He owed her, she told herself as her fingers fumbled for his zipper. After all, he had stripped her top away and bared her tits for his pleasure. She had every right to do the same.
"Please excuse me," she said, only half apologetically, as she brought his prick out into the open. Her eyes widened as she stared at the organ. She had only seen one other in her life, her ex-husband's, and that was certainly no match for the monstrous hunk of flesh that strained for freedom against her fingertips. It was stiff and hard, magnificently erect and angling upward like an arrow. The head had a purple flush and was beautifully sculpted-fat, like a mushroom, with a dimpled tip. Its shape was harsh and utilitarian, perfectly designed for plunging into a woman's soft depths.
Her fingertips traced the blue vein that laced its surface, then teased the tiny eye in its end. His prick leaped and he grabbed her hands and pulled her back up. "Come with me," he grunted.
With butterflies in her stomach, she allowed him to lead her into a sparsely furnished bedroom. The mismatched furniture looked like discards from a Salvation Army thrift store, but that didn't bother either one of them. He turned her in his arms and kissed her again. His hands pulled up her skirt in back and squeezed her buttocks. Slipping her panties down, his agile fingers molded each ass cheek in turn. She shuddered and gripped his penis, which was protruding from his open fly. The stiff cock was warm, and she could feel the blood throbbing as she stroked it.
He chuckled. "You like that, don't you."
"I-I-I.. . " She gulped. "Yes, I do," she admitted. "I haven't had a woman since I split with my wife."
"It's been longer for me."
The desire in his eyes eased her reservations, and she stepped back and started removing the rest of her clothing. Her hands shook with a strange excitement as she eased down her panties. His cock made a mighty leap as she exposed herself, and the reaction thrilled her.
Naked, she sat gingerly on the edge of the bed to admire his lean body and watch the flexing of his muscles as he undid his pants. The cutoffs fell to the floor. He had been wearing no underwear, and his erect prick stretched toward the ceiling. The massive hard-on was balanced by a heavy set of balls that stretched toward his knees. For the first time in her life, she realized the meaning of the term "well-hung."
"Something wrong?" he asked. "You're staring at me like you've never seen a naked man before."
She laughed at that. "Other than the bastard I was married to for twenty-two years, I haven't."
"Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into something you don't want to do."
"Come here," she said, reaching out with her hand. "Actually, there's nothing I've ever wanted to do more in my life. I just can't believe I've got the guts to do it." She stretched out her fingers and drew them lightly along the underside of his erect dick. "I did it with my husband because it was my duty." Her hand dropped to cup the wrinkled sac that held his fat balls. "But, darling, I'm going to do it with you because I want to."
Lying back as he climbed onto the bed, she opened her legs and raised her knees for him. She moaned, and a shudder ran through her when he leaned over and kissed and licked his way down her thighs. The thrill increased when his lips moved over her pussy mound and his face nuzzled her intimately between the legs. She let out a soft cry as he grasped her tits to hold on while he lapped at her pussy split. The feeling was so unexpected, the thrill so new that she climaxed almost immediately, hunching up against his mouth and rubbing her sex into his face.
He didn't stop when the orgasm faded, but continued teasing her clit with his tongue and lips until he drove her to the peak once again, and then over.
"Darling!" she panted. "You're driving me crazy."
"I like a hot woman," Bill said. "You've got one!"
She wanted him more than she had ever wanted a man in her entire life. She groaned, anxious for the feel of his hot dick sliding into her hungry pussy. Groping, she found his cock with her hand and closed her fingers around it. She stroked it gently, sliding her fingers over the shaft and the thick head. The feel of the stiff flesh thrilled her. The tip was wet, and the coarse hair that surrounded it was crisp and crinkly. Her fingers dipped lower and tickled his hairy scrotum, making the cock lurch upward.
Bill stretched toward the nightstand, then handed her something. "Here," he said. "You do it."
She stared at the small foil packet, and then ripped it open and plucked out the ring of latex. She had never handled a condom before in her life; there had never been any need. It looked simple enough.. .but the romance faded, and the reality of what she was doing struck her as she placed the condom on the tip of his penis and rolled it down the stout shaft.
Once he was neatly sheathed, she tickled his balls again and his prick leaped in response. Her own lust immediately returned to its former level.
"You're ready," she announced, lying back and spreading her knees again.
He grunted and moved into position. Working with a purpose, he wiggled a pair of fingers into her and spread her juices around the mouth of her opening. Then he held the lips open with two fingers of one hand and guided his prick toward her with the other. The thick head plugged the opening and slid inside, spreading her as it pushed to her depths.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, hugging him tightly with her arms and legs.
Bill panted as he began moving in her. Her vagina clasped him tightly as he established a steady rhythm, bouncing against her belly as he drove in and out of her wet folds. The feel of her warm body engulfing him completely sent his lust soaring and his senses reeling.
For Renata, it was pure heaven. It was not true what she had always thought-all men weren't the same. The difference between this man and her ex-husband was like night and day. She had never felt such a hard prick stretching her depths, or given herself to such a lust-starved plunderer.
His balls slapped against her ass cheeks with increasing speed as his grunts blended into a steady moan. Her own tension escalated with his, the shared heat from the junction of their bodies rising to encompass them both. With her eyes squeezed shut, her head wagged from side to side. Her body quivering, she moaned in ecstasy.
Her orgasm followed immediately on his, the initial blast of cum surging into her cunt, sending her soaring. For a fleeting moment, they stormed the gates of Heaven together. Bill fucked rapidly, trying to prolong the excitement as the first strong spurts died to a feeble flow. When he collapsed beside her, Renata draped herself across his sweat-drenched chest, gasping for air. His heart was pounding every bit as hard as hers. The feeling had been so intense that she wondered if she had ever experienced an orgasm before. There was no doubt that she had just had one now. This man, Bill, had given her a thrill she would remember for the rest of her life.
She groaned as she sat up.
"Where are you going?" he asked without rising.
"I have another welcome basket to deliver," she said cheerlessly.
He reached for the night table. "I have two more," he said, tempting her with a pair of foil packets.
Two more! The thought took her breath away. Tempting her some more, Bill caught her hand and pressed it against his crotch. Renata just stared as her fingers wrapped around the wet lump of his cock and felt it stir at her touch.
"I suppose I could always deliver the other basket tomorrow," she said softly.
Bill smiled and pulled her to him. Their kiss wasn't as frenzied as it had been before. And the lust was tempered with a tenderness and an affection that had been missing when they first started. But the pleasure was no less intense. She squirmed atop him as his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth. When he finally allowed her a breather, she slid down his body so that she could kiss his nipples and trace his muscles with her tongue. Licking the sweat from his chest and his belly, Renata soon found herself staring at his full erection. It was magnificent. The urge that suddenly rose inside her was a new one-a desire she had never had before. What would it be like if she just.. .gave him a little kiss?
She reached between his legs and lifted his balls in one hand. Her other hand grasped his hard shaft. It was slick and sticky with the remnants of their fuck.
Ordinarily, she would be showering by now, working in haste to clean herself of her husband's jism. But, instead, she was running her hand gently up and down Bill's shaft. The flesh was throbbing beneath her fingertips-just as strong as it had been before their prick-draining fuck.
Fascinated by Bill's prick, Renata tickled his balls and watched a drop of juice slowly ooze from the tiny hole in the head of his prick. Before giving it a second thought, she lowered her mouth and kissed the head of the penis. The glittering drop of liquid came away on her lips. Looking up at him with a seductive expression, she licked her lips and cleaned the drop of sex lube away.
The excitement in Bill's eyes added to the thrill that the taste of him sent charging through her body. Although she hadn't planned on doing it, it only seemed natural as she lowered her mouth again and slipped her lips around the head of his prick. Slowly, she descended the pole until her lips were stretched around its root with the tip deep in her throat. She held her breath, tightened her lips around it, and waited for the gag reflex to ease. And then she began stroking the pole with her mouth.
She had no idea what had brought on the perverse desire. But watching the way Bill's body sagged, completely yielding to the thrills she was sending racing along his prick, was reward enough for her effort. She drew her teeth along the shaft and caught them in the flange around the tip, stretched it out, then swirled her tongue around it on the next stroke to soothe the heated flesh again. Bill began to moan and groan, reacting to her manipulations.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock away from her and rolled her over on the bed. Her fumbling fingers barely had time to get the condom in place before his penis was making the long, smooth slide into her vagina. She groaned happily, and locked her legs around his midsection as he began a slow, steady humping motion. They took longer this time, rolling and moaning and groaning and twisting and molding together. Renata went through two more powerful orgasms before Bill's prick exploded in her hot canal and stretched the limits of the condom.
He withdrew, panting, and they cuddled together for a long while, sharing the afterglow, before repeating the experience one last time.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, Renata was still having breakfast when the first call came in. It was Hal Clarksley, the grocer, congratulating her. Bill had been in and asked for Hal personally, to tell him how pleased he had been with Renata's welcome and that he would be giving Hal all his business in the future. An hour later, Donald Ball from the furniture store called to tell her that Bill had come in to purchase a new bedroom suite on her recommendation.
"Whatever you're doing, keep it up, Renata," he said. "There's going to be a nice little bonus with your first paycheck."
A nice little bonus! She liked the sound of that. Whatever you're doing, keep it up. That brought a chuckle to her lips. If the merchants had any idea what she was doing, her first paycheck probably would be her last!
Of course, there was no chance she would be greeting all the newcomers to the neighborhood the way she had greeted Bill. What a pity, she though with an exaggerated pout. That had been fun!
The first stop of the day was to a Mrs. Carruthers, an elderly widow woman who talked her ear off before letting her escape an hour later. Renata decided the old woman would be a stable addition to the neighborhood and invited her to join the block watch program. Mrs. Carruthers was delighted with the suggestion. Renata knew she had pegged the woman right when she saw the curtains part surreptitiously as she left the house, and she felt the woman's eyes on her all the way to the end of the block.
Her next stop was at a house in a section of town' she seldom visited. It was too ritzy for her. But she didn't realize just how ritzy until the door was opened by a black woman in a maid's uniform. The maid listened while Renata explained the purpose of her visit, then left her standing at the door while she disappeared into the interior of the house. Several minutes later, the woman returned and admitted her to the house.
"They're lounging by the pool," the maid said, leading Renata through a richly decorated living room and out through a set of sliding glass doors onto a patio. A large swimming pool dominated the high-fenced backyard, and a couple were sunning themselves beside it.
The man caught her attention first, standing up to greet her as she approached. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and his body looked fantastic.. .strong and muscular, with bronze skin, evenly tanned from many hours in the sun.
The woman lying on the lounge chair beside him was even more spectacular. She was wearing only the bottom half of a tiny bikini, and she didn't seem at all concerned about her exposure. Trying not to stare, Renata saw that she had creamy, round tits and they looked as if they would have a firm feel. They weren't terribly large, just nicely proportioned for the young woman's trim body. Curly blonde hair framed a lovely face with a dimpled smile and twinkling blue eyes. She had soft shoulders, a flat belly, smooth, round hips, and shapely legs that joined in a seductive vee that was just barely covered by the material of her bikini bottom.
The man seemed immune to the woman's provocative display, and it certainly shouldn't have bothered Renata. But it did. She flushed with embarrassment as she shook the half-naked woman's hand and stammered as she introduced herself.
The woman understood Renata's discomfort immediately. "You're not used to European-style bathing, are you?"
"No," Renata admitted. "Of course, it's your own home. If you and your husband-"
"Oh, Pete's not my husband. He's my manager. And I'm Diana-you know, the singer?"
Renata's eyes widened. "You mean, the Diana?"
"Yes, the Diana," the younger woman said as she started probing through the welcome basket. Renata found herself fascinated by the way the woman's tits bobbed as she moved. Her nipples were pink and softly puckered. "What's this? A free shampoo at The Beauty Nook?"
"Nadine does a wonderful job-"
"I'm sure she does. But Desdemona-you met her at the door-does all my personal grooming. She really is a jewel." Setting the basket aside, she looked up at Renata with a smile. "It's a shame you had to dress so uncomfortably just to come over and greet us."
"Oh, I'm not uncomfortable-"
"Would you like to take a swim?" Pete asked.
Renata gave the water a longing look. "Goodness. I haven't been in a pool in such a long time.. . "
"I'll have Desdemona find you a suit-"
"She doesn't need a suit," Pete interjected.
Diana laughed. "Shame on you, Pete!" Turning to Renata, she said, "He just-likes to see women naked. Especially women with big tits."
Renata blushed. "I-I suppose it's only normal."
The man winked at her. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." With that, he ripped open his fly and let his shorts drop to his knees. "See!"
Renata gulped as she stared at the big, thick cock that popped out and waved menacingly in front of him. He stroked it proudly, and a clear, oily drop of lube juice emerged from its tip. Evidently, he hadn't been as unaffected by Diana's display as Renata had thought.
"Your turn!" he said gleefully.
"He's crazy," Diana said with a giggle. "Don't humor him." But Renata had already started to unbutton her dress. She blushed as she realized what she was doing. "This isn't Hollywood, but we're not exactly prudes in this town," she explained. Her flesh tingled as the thin lace of her bra was exposed.
What she didn't tell them was that she would never have considered doing this before her experience with Bill the day before. But that pleasant event had shown her that there were unimagined delights awaiting a woman who didn't cling too closely to her inhibitions.
"I understand skinny-dipping is big in the country," he said.
"We don't really consider ourselves country folk," Renata replied, watching his eyes as she released her breasts from her bra. Her tits were bigger than those of his singer friend, but she doubted that they were any more attractive. Nonetheless, she was rewarded with a big, wide-eyed smile.
"I'd like to suck your nipples."
"Pete! Be nice!"
"He's just being refreshingly honest," Renata apologized for him. Without even touching her, his interest had caused her nipples to erect, and little tingles of excitement raced through her. She pulled her dress over her head to continue undressing and shook her head to toss her hair back into position. That left her standing before them clad only in her pantyhose and high heels.
The black maid suddenly appeared with a modest-looking one-piece swimming suit. "If Madam wishes-"
"Madam doesn't wish," Pete said, shooing Desdemona away. "What she does wish is a drink."
Outwardly calm, but trembling inside, Renata looked at the tall glasses sitting on the table beside Diana's lounge chair and nodded. "A Tom Collins, please."
The naked man knelt at her feet and lifted a foot to slip her shoe off. Her skin tingled where his fingers touched her through the nylon. His hand glided smoothly over her pantyhose, stroking her thighs, then slid up over her belly to hook into the waistband of the nylons. He pulled the nylon down to expose the profusion of pussy hair that hid her sex opening.
She trembled while he removed the pantyhose, one foot at a time. She was embarrassed. It had been one thing to be naked with Bill in an amorous situation, but to be so totally exposed right out in broad daylight before a pair of gawking strangers was an entirely different experience.
Pete didn't touch her after stripping her, but both of them studied her critically. Renata was thankful for the interruption when Desdemona returned with her drink. The black woman showed no notice of her naked state, but served her just as if she had been clad in regal attire. Renata was not so calmly composed, and she drained the tall glass in one long gulp.
"You have a nice figure," Diana commented. "Have you ever done any modeling."
"Modeling? Oh, my, no."
"You could, you know. The men's magazines are clamoring for shots of sexy, mature women."
"You mean . . .porn ? "
The younger woman shrugged. "Call it what you want. It's kinky, but it's fun. And you get paid for it. I'd do it myself, but it would be the kiss of death for my career. But a woman like you could even make fuck flicks and no one in a little town like this would ever know it."
Renata's jaw dropped. "Fuck flicks?"
"What do you think, Pete? Would Amory be interested?"
Pete frowned as he eyed Renata critically. "How old are you?"
"Forty-three," she answered honestly.
Pete nodded. "Yes, I think Amory would definitely be interested."
"F-fuck flicks?"
"Yeah," Pete said with a wink. "I'll bet you'd be great." He drained his drink and set down the empty glass. "Well, Renata," he said, smiling at their naked guest, "which would you rather do first? Fuck, or swim?"
"I'll.. .swim."
He had only been teasing, she told herself as she eased herself into the shallow end of the pool, but she half-wished he had been serious. She wondered how he could ignore the hard-on he sported so easily.
Decadent living, probably. She hoped that she would never become so used to erotic excitement that she became immune to its effects.
She swam the length of the pool, then returned to where she could stand waist-deep in the water. But something wrapped around her feet and pulled her under. She struggled to regain her footing and came up sputtering. Pete was laughing beside her. She moved to get away from him, but he grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her to him.
"Gotcha!" he announced, his cock poking against her belly like a spear.
She grinned, feeling as playful, and reached down to grab his prick. "And I have you." Her hands stroked his dick beneath the surface of the water, and she watched his eyes fill with lust. Fully realizing she was pushing the limits of innocent playfulness, she lifted one leg and hooked it around him to hold them in position while she rubbed his prick up and down her submerged split.
It only took a slight forward shove to send his prick sliding between the lips of her cunt, and she let out a sigh as his entire shaft pressed into her. With his prick cuddled in her fuck-hole, he gave her a deep, lusty kiss. Then he pulled back and started stroking her cunt while she licked his lips with her tongue. There was no love in this, it was just a fun thing, and she rubbed her tits against his chest, wanting to experience all the sensations that she could. This was a new experience for her, simply fucking for the fun of it, and she was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.
Clutching Renata's ass, Pete moved her toward the edge of the pool while keeping his pecker fully inside her. When she was backed up against the edge of the pool, he held her trim waist and started pistoning his prick into her cunthole with strong strokes. The water thrashed and her champagne-colored hair flailed. Her big, wet tits rolled over her chest, responding to the force of the fuck. Naked flesh slapped against naked flesh, the naughty sound charging the air with an erotic thrill. Ecstasy built in her belly, and exploded in a violent rush. She cried out, and then whimpered as the feeling subsided, leaving her breathless.
He smiled and released her, letting her feet find the bottom of the pool. He hadn't climaxed, and his cock was as hard as ever. "I thought you had one good one in you," he said with a smile. "Now, let's get down to the serious stuff."
She quivered as his large hands spanned her small waist and lifted her effortlessly. Holding her in his arms, he carried her out of the pool and laid her down on the grass beside the lounge chair where Diana was lying. The blonde was paying them no attention. Her eyes stared sightlessly up into the sun behind dark glasses and her browning tits glistened with suntan oil. Renata barely had time to get comfortable before Pete was crawling over her. He grasped her hips and legs and pulled them apart as he moved between them. His prick jabbed at her and poked her gaping opening.
Renata's cunt was slick-wet and ready, and his cock shaft slid easily into it. Pete grunted as he pushed his prick home and his balls slapped against her stretched ass cheeks.
Renata couldn't believe she was allowing this to happen-right out in the open, in broad daylight! While a recording star and her maid and Lord knows who else looked on! But nothing tempered the excitement that grew with each thrust of his loins, each push of his cock deep into her body. She didn't care-for excitement this intense, she would gladly fuck in a bed in the show window of Donald Ball's furniture store, or even in the middle of Hal Clarksley's produce department.
She cooed pleasantly as she watched the long, smooth glide of the cock, slipping in and out of her with a thick coating of cream that glistened in the sunlight. She had forgotten a condom-but, oh, God!-it was too late for that now.
Pete's ass rose high and drove deep. It fit tightly into the wet recesses of Renata's cunt. Her own body began gyrating and pushing up against his, her pussy hungry for the pleasure of his driving meat. She tossed her head, her features contorting with lust, as her champagne-colored tresses whipped across the lush, green lawn. She was responding to a madness that was new to her, a fuck fever that must have been deeply buried in her for years while she endured the lackluster romancing of a man whose interest in her was no stronger than the first pulse of his prick.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, darling!" The words were foreign to her; they had never before crossed her lips. "Drive your cock into me.. .yes! Yes!. . .Give me all of it. Fuck me hard!"
"Sure, you big-titted slut!" Pete gasped, the sweat pouring off him as he pushed powerfully into her. His prick was throbbing and the juices were boiling around his balls. He couldn't wait to shoot into her! He'd give her everything he had in a single blow!
Her ass wiggled against the grass, churning and twisting and probably getting green stains all over her butt cheeks. But she didn't care; she just wanted to feel more and more of his hot cock in her seething pussy depths.
Thick juices bubbled from her cunt mouth, keeping his stiff rod slick and sloppy. Pete's cock squished noisily, adding to the sound of her tight, impassioned breathing and his deep grunts.
The cum began to balloon in his fuck tube.
"Here comes!" he shouted.
With a shudder, Renata pushed her ass up to shove their crotches together as he exploded inside her. It was enough. Her tension broke, and her spirit went soaring. Pete spewed gobs of hot, thick cum deep in her cunt, and each pulse sent her cresting to a higher peak. With his last dribble of fuck juice, he collapsed atop her. Renata experienced one last shivering spasm, and then it was over.
As the pair separated and stood up, Desdemona came forward with an armful of towels. She handed
Pete one and started drying Renata off with another. Her freshly fucked body took on a rosy flush as the black woman teased it with the terry cloth.
"You'd do good in fuck flicks," Diana said, sitting up on the lounge chair and patting a place for Renata to sit beside her. "You are quite a spirited lover. Have you had a lot of experience?"
Renata had to laugh at that. "Darling, I may be in my forties, but I'm a babe in the woods when it comes to sex."
"Then you'd probably be shocked to know that Pete is not the only one here interested in big-titted women," Diana said with a twinkling-eyed smile.
"I'm.. .not sure I understand," Renata said cautiously as Diana pushed another tall, cool Tom Collins into her hands.
The blonde reached over and brushed Renata's hair back from her face. "Let me show you, honey," she said in a smooth, warm voice.
"Show me what?" Renata blurted out, then her blue eyes widened as the other woman reached across and ran her hands over her heavy tits. "My God! Diana! What are you doing?"
"Indulging myself," Diana said, gently cupping and squeezing Renata's breasts. "Don't you enjoy foreplay?"
"My God.. . "
"Just relax, honey. I'll show you everything." Renata stared up into the younger woman's deep blue eyes and saw nothing but honesty and desire.
"All.. .all right," she agreed with a gulp. "I'll trust you."
She closed her eyes as Diana's soft lips pressed against hers. Her kiss was as sweet and as feminine as Renata could possibly imagine, and she returned it, nibbling and licking the blonde's firm lips while she melted inside.
Renata flinched when she felt the other woman's hands skim over the bare flesh of her thighs, and Diana took advantage of the tiny gasp to push her hot, wet tongue into the older woman's mouth.
Renata shuddered as she felt herself being drawn into the silky-smooth warmth of the other woman's nakedness! She felt Diana's soft breasts pressing against her own. Without any forewarning, the blonde stripped away her own bikini bottom and twisted so that the velvety softness of her pubic patch was brushing against Renata's smooth thigh.
A hand came up to knead one of the older woman's passion-hardened tits, then glided down across her belly. "Oooohhh, honey, you're going to enjoy this so much," Diana promised her. Renata's lips parted in a moan. She felt a slim finger slide between her legs to trace the swollen slot that separated them. It pushed into the wet, slick folds of her sex, and Renata gasped. "Mmmmmm, you're nice and juicy," the younger woman murmured as she bent to kiss Renata's tit, and her finger found the woman's clitoris and tweaked it gently.
Renata whimpered helplessly as the other woman pushed her back in the chair and spread her legs apart. With her smooth, rounded thighs spread wide, her pussy hair offered no protection, and her cunt gaped in the sunlight, the pink interior flesh visible and drooling with juices.
"Oh, Amory would like that," she heard Pete saying. "She has nice, big side flaps."
"And Diana-likes it, too," the younger woman cooed as she crawled up on the chair between Renata's legs. Renata stared at the naked woman who was perched on her hands and knees between her own thighs, staring at her pussy. It was lewd, she thought, insane, and-oh, God!-so exciting!
Diana leaned across Renata so that she could lick her hot breasts. The warmth of the sunlight was nothing compared to the heat inside her, and she arched her back upward to push her tits into the other woman's mouth as she sucked on her nipples. "Oh, yesss!" Renata cried as she clamped her hand around the back of the blonde's neck and held her in place against her breasts.
There was something wrong with this, she knew, just like there had been something wrong with the superb pleasure of fucking a strange man the day before. It wasn't supposed to be so marvelously wonderful to have a woman sucking on her tits-a woman who knew just how to roll her tongue around the stiff spike, just how to tease the pebbled areola with her tongue tip, and just how to take in the whole end of her tit and squeeze it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth with gentle fervor. Surrendering to her desires, Renata let her hands begin to explore the other woman's body. Her tits were softly resilient, with stiff, hard peaks. Renata's hand slithered lower, moving for the first time into the silky splendor of another woman's pubic nest. Diana's pussy was warm and pudgy, and inside.. .it was a slick inferno.
Diana groaned her approval and began kissing and licking her way down Renata's writhing body.
"Ohhhhh, my God!" Renata gasped as the younger woman's wet tongue made a long stroke between her splayed thighs. "Diana!" Diana's fingers parted the swollen lips of the older woman's drooling pussy so that she could get at her depths. Then the blonde's tongue lashed out and drove deep into the frothy hole. "Yes! Yes, darling!" Renata cried in a high-pitched voice. "Ooohhh, yes! Eat my pussy! Eat my pussy!" Twisting and bucking, she jammed her crotch even tighter to the blonde's face. Diana's tongue was swirling in Renata's mushy sex pit, occasionally slipping up to lap hard against her clit and drive a sharp cry of pleasure from her throat. The pressure on her senses was more than she could bear. A buzzing began in her clit that cascaded as it swept along her cunt passage and finally exploded deep inside her. Pleasant sensations completely engulfed her, rising in a steady rhythm from where the younger woman was lapping at her clit. "Oh, my God," she groaned, as the pleasure faded to a memory. "That was wonderful!"
The young blonde pulled away and looked into the woman's eyes. "I love eating cunt," she told Renata. "You'll have to come and visit me again sometime."
CHAPTER THREE
"Renata! Why didn't you tell me we had a movie star in town?"
"A recording star, actually," Renata corrected Hal Clarksley with a yawn, looking at her watch. God! She had slept late. "She almost bought out the store and she's having us cater a imagine party for her. You're doing good work, girl. Keep it up!" Renata smiled as she hung up the phone. She hadn't been called "girl" in quite a while. That made her feel young again. She chuckled as she threw back the covers and swung her feet into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. In fact, everything about her new job made her feel young again. She had even slept naked-for the first time in her life.
She stood up and eyed herself in the full-length mirror, looking for the bulges and wrinkles. But all she saw was sexy pulchritude. Nope, nothing wrong with that body. She had wasted a lot of time, but she still had a few good years left. And she was determined to make the most of it, one day at a time.
Today, she only had one basket to deliver, and she was early with that. Several days too early. The house was still being fixed up and readied for occupancy.
"Yoo-hoo," she called, easing the door open and peeking in. "Anybody home?"
"In here," someone called.
The sweet smell of fresh paint was intoxicating, giving her a giddy feeling as she wandered through the house, stepping gingerly over drop clothes and avoiding open cans of paint. She found the man who had responded to her knock painting cabinets in the kitchen.
"I'm looking for the Petersons."
The young painter looked down at her from the ladder on which he was standing. He was shirtless under a pair of loose, paint-splattered coveralls and sweating in the sticky heat of the non air-conditioned room. "They were by an hour ago, but they went looking for wallpaper and I don't think they'll be back today."
"Oh, what a pity I missed them. Do you mind if I look around?"
"Suit yourself. Just don't steal the silver," the young man said with a chuckle.
"You're a naughty boy for thinking such things," she chided. He gave her a wink. "According to my girlfriend, my thoughts are naughtier than that," he said with a grin.
She thought about his last statement as she peeked around the house. Had he been flirting with her?
Probably was. Men, especially young men, where always doing that-as long as a woman looked halfway decent. But would a young man really be interested in a woman her age? Maybe so, but not enough to make a move on one. If she ever wanted a young man, she decided, it would be up to her to take the initiative-and probably end up with egg on her face. But, as the lottery people say, you can't win if you don't buy a ticket.
The Petersons were obviously looking for wallpaper for the living room. The rest of the rooms were done. There was no furniture in place yet, but the curtains were already up in the bedrooms. The doors needed to be re-hung after painting, and the bathroom looked particularly strange without a door. A new marble counter had been installed, and all the fixtures had been replaced. Very nice, Renata thought, looking past the clutter left by the workmen. A pile of jeans and a T-shirt in the corner were probably the young painter's street clothes.
Her curiosity satisfied, she returned to the kitchen and thanked the young man.
"Hey, it's not my place," he said.
"Yes, but you're obviously the man in charge."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose so. But not for long. I'm right behind you; I'm done for the day."
Renata bid him good-bye and headed for her car. But her mind was still on the young man. He was probably already in the bathroom she had just left, cleaning up and getting ready to go home. Or to go see his girlfriend. But when she looked up at the sun, she decided probably not. Not yet two o'clock, it was too early to be going home. He was just going to head to some bar and kill time.
Well.. .I know some better ways to kill time.
Putting the welcome basket into the car, she closed the door and turned back toward the house. He was there, just as she thought, in the bathroom cleaning up. He had taken off his coveralls and was standing by the sink wearing only a pair of jockey shorts while he soaped his hands and arms all the way to the elbow.
"Hey! You're back? What happened, did you forget something?"
"Yes, ah, my purse."
He turned toward her and grabbed a towel to wipe his arms. "Isn't that it hanging around your arm?"
"How stupid of me," she said, letting her eyes wander to the bulge in his briefs.
"At least you caught me decent," he said with a note of caution in his voice.
"What a pity."
A smile spread across his face as he read the look in her eyes. "What did you really come back for?"
"You," Renata said, stepping close. His arms went around her and she moved one hand to his neck and combed her fingers through his bushy hair. Their mouths joined, and she pressed her hips to his.
"Oh, baby," he muttered. "Mmmmm," Renata moaned, sucking hungrily at his mouth. She felt his strong hands move over her back and down to lift her skirt. They spread over the rounds of her nylon-cloaked ass cheeks and pulled her more tightly against him. His cock had begun to grow, and she could feel it pressing through their clothing. Her stomach fluttered and her pussy lips started throbbing.
"Do you want me?" she whispered softly.
"Oh, baby! Do I!" His hands found the zipper at the back of her dress.
"And I want you, too, darling," she purred softly while sliding a hand down over his chest and belly and under the waistband of his briefs to the thick base of his penis. The zipper at the back of her dress made a soft wisp as it was pulled all the way down. She slipped out of his arms and watched his eyes as she stepped out of her dress.
He stared at her big tits, thinly veiled in her sheer white bra, and let out a soft groan. "Oh, God, lady, pinch me if I'm dreaming. You're beautiful."
She chuckled, feeling warm inside, then stiffened when he lifted his hand to touch her breasts. Excitement flared inside her. Oh, yes! she thought, watching the eagerness in his eyes. She still had what it took, even to fascinate a man young enough to be her son.
Her pulse fluttered as he freed one of her tits, pulling it out of the tight clasp of her bra cup. He sucked in a tight breath as he caressed the ripe globe, and his fingers gently teased the stiff nipple and made her shiver with delight. She tossed her head back with a moan when he bent to lick and suck the nipple, then caught it between his lips and stretched it. "Do you like my tits?" she asked.
"Baby, I like everything about you," he replied.
His hand slid downward. Her belly was bare, but her thighs were clasped in nylon. He stroked her thighs, then he brought his hand back up to the waistband of her pantyhose. His hand worked its way under the nylon and into the rich thicket of pussy hair that covered her steamy sex.
Renata groaned as his fingers found her humid notch. She felt one stretch her opening and poke briefly inside before moving upward to rub against the fleshy nub of her clit.
Indulging herself, she moved her own hand to the front of his shorts to find the hard bulge of his prick. His arousal pleased her. Excitement coursed through her body as she caressed the rigid cock through the cotton cloth while he stroked her cunt and rubbed her clit. Her breathing quickened as her tension built, and then she threw her arms around him and clasped him tightly as she started cumming. With her bare tits pressed against his naked chest, she shuddered while wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body.
"Is that what you came back for?" he asked, his voice low and husky with promise.
"Oh, God!" She pushed his shorts down so that she could grab hold of his prick. "This is what I came back for!" His cock was hard and warm, and it felt like a steel spike in her hand. The penis jumped as her fingers closed around the shaft, and she began pumping it with her fist.
"Lady, I can only take so much of that," he said, pushing her hand away. He bent down on one knee and pulled down her pantyhose. Then he was staring directly at her pussy.
"Do you see something you want?" she teased, rotating her hips and wiggling her pussy in front of his face.
"Yeah! Come on." He grabbed her arm and led her into one of the bedrooms she had inspected earlier.
She dropped down onto the carpeted floor and he stepped toward her. "Oh, darling. What a pretty thing," she breathed, staring at the swollen purple head of the cock that swayed in front of her face.
Renata stretched out her arms out and gripped his hips. With her mouth only inches from the juncture of his legs, she blew gently across the tip of his dick and watched it twitch in response. She smiled up into his eyes. "Darling, I want to suck your beautiful cock," she told him in a throaty, passionate voice.
"Sure, baby. Suck it."
She opened her mouth wide and let out a soft, "Ahhhhhh," as her lips closed around the purple tip and her tongue swirled over it. She licked her lips. "Tasty," she murmured.
Then she went to work in earnest, wrapping her lips around the stout pole and stroking all the way to his base. His hips began to pump his prick into her face.
"Suck it, baby," he groaned as he twined his fingers in her hair and pushed his sensitive cock into her throat. "Suck my hard cock." Renata moaned with pleasure as she thrilled to the taste of yet another cock. Life had taken on new meaning for her since she had become the welcome lady. She could no longer look at a man without wondering what his prick looked like and how it tasted. She thrilled to the young man's groan of pleasure as her head bobbed along his shaft. This was wonderful. This was what God made cocks for. And cunts. To be enjoyed. To be sucked and fucked.
"Yeah, baby." He groaned in ecstasy. "Suck it. Suck it good."
She wiggled her nose into his hairy crotch and took deep breaths of his sweaty, masculine aroma. His cock began to swell in her mouth, and with her tongue, she could feel the throbbing pulse that stretched its veins.
She slipped it into her mouth again when she felt it begin to swell. She grasped his hips as they began to jerk out of control.
"Ooooooh, God, baby, here I go! I'm cumming! Suck it, baby! Suck my cum!" He let out a groan, and his cock began to jerk and pulse wildly in her mouth.
Renata gulped down the flood, swallowing rapidly as shot after shot of hot, thick cum coursed into her throat. She sucked hard when it began to wilt, encouraging an extra spurt of the creamy sauce before his prick slid out of her mouth. She gave the softening head a gentle kiss, then released it.
"Did you like that?" he asked, his breathing still labored.
"Loved it."
"Yeah? Well, I'll tell you what. I'm in the mood for a little hair pie."
"Hair pie?" She stared at him blankly. The expression was new to her.
"I want to eat your cunt, baby-"
"Oh, yes, darling!" She lay back on the floor and raised and bent her knees. "Please do," she said, spreading her thighs wide for him.
She watched as he crawled between her spread legs and crouched over her pussy. His head dropped down to her juicy split.
"Ohhh! Oh, God, darling!" She grunted and pressed her hips up, forcing her crotch tightly to his face.
His tongue parted the tender lips of her moist pussy. "Ohhhh, darling! Ohhhh, yes, darling, eat me. Eat my pussy, darling. Eat my pussy." She rolled her hips and ground her hips into his face.
His tongue flicked at her clit. "Yes, darling. Oh, God, that feels wonderful. I love it! I love it!" Her hips jerked and thrashed, and she moaned as she felt her cunt muscles tighten.
The young painter took deep breaths of her musky aroma while he licked the sweetness from her pussy. Her moans of pleasure encouraged him, and he clung tight to her smooth ass cheeks, holding his position while her hips ground her pussy around his mouth. Gripping her like he would a bowling ball, he shoved a finger into her ass-hole.
She squealed at the new sensation. "Aaargghhh! Oh, darling! Yes! Yes!"
With a thumb in her cunt and a finger in her ass-hole, he worked them both, probing them rhythmically as her thighs began to twitch and her hips jumped and jerked.
Renata's tummy muscles rippled while her pussy vibrated and her ass-hole clinched around the finger that was probing it. And then she let out a shout and her hips arched high.
"Oh! I'm cumming! Ohhh! Oh, yes, yes! Yes, darling, yes.. . " Her words became incoherent as his fingers stroked her into bliss.
The painter covered her pulsing pussy with his mouth and savored her sweet cum as it gushed from her source. He licked her cunt lips and sucked her clit until her shudders had passed. Raising his head, he smiled at her across her naked body. "You have a tasty cunt, baby," he said with a chuckle.
"Mmmmmm, yeah," she purred. Staring down his naked body, she saw his prick standing stiff as a prong and she shuddered. The cunt-licking had been sweet, but that's what she really wanted.
Renata stretched her arms and drew him down to her, molding her body to his. While they kissed, she rolled him over until she was lying on top of him with his cock cuddled between her thighs.
"Yeah, mama," he wheezed. "You do it."
She arched her hips upward and reached between their bodies to catch his hard shaft in her hand. She guided it to the mouth of her juicy cunt as she slowly lowered her hips again.
"Uhhh! Oh, God!" She moaned as she felt the hard shaft penetrate her fully. "Oh, yes, darling.. .oh, yes.. . "
She sat up on him and started sliding up and down his pole, grinding her hips while he rolled his under her. His hands reached up to cup her big tits as they bounced over him.
"Damn, you're a fuck-hungry woman!"
"Mmmmm. Yesss," she moaned.
He chuckled, and his belly rumbled under her. "Yeah, baby, you're a wet dream come true. Fuck! What an afternoon!" He groaned and gripped her hips as his balls tightened.
Renata thrilled to the feel of the massive cock stretching her cunt walls wide. "Mmmmmm," she purred. "I'm going to cum, darling. I'm going to cum."
He gasped and grunted as her hips moved faster, harder, becoming a blur of energy. He felt the walls of her cunt contract around his cock. "Oh, yeah, baby," he groaned as his balls exploded.
She let out an impassioned cry. "I'm cumming!" she shouted. Waves of ecstasy washed her body from head to toe while her cunt quivered around his pumping cock. His liquid heat didn't quell, but encouraged the flames that burned inside her, They rolled and jerked together until the shudders passed. When his prick pulled out of her and they separated, excess juices oozed from her cunt and down between her legs to soil the carpet.
She stared at his prick in amazement. "You're still hard!"
He grinned. "Not still. Again."
"Oh, no," she mewed softly. "I don't know if my poor cunny can take another ride like that."
"Then I'll fuck your ass-hole."
Her eyes widened. "No! Not that!"
He chuckled and gave her a slap on the butt. "Yeah, that. Get up!"
Renata trembled as she got up on her hands and knees. Surely, he was joking. People didn't actually do such things, did they? Not decent people! No, he was just going to enter her from behind.
But the young painter had a lusty smile of anticipation as he moved up on his knees and crouched behind her. "Spread 'em," he demanded.
Oh, God, no. He was going to do it. With her face resting on the carpet and her tail wiggling high in the air, she reached around with trembling hands and spread her ass cheeks. He gripped his cum-slicked cock and pressed the swollen head of his cock to her tightly puckered ass-hole.
"Oh, my!" she cried.
"Ug-ughhh!" he grunted. His cock puckered her tight anal opening, then began sliding smoothly between her ass cheeks.
Renata held her breath as she felt his fullness opening her. There had been some pain at its entrance, and a burning sensation as it spread her, but the discomfort eased as he stroked slowly and spread his creamy lubricant like a salve over her tender inner surfaces. When his strokes had taken him fully into her and his cock hair was squashed against her ass cheeks, he paused, panting, to catch his breath. Then he gripped her waist and began pumping into her ass.
It felt like fucking a virgin, with his cockhead fighting against her tightness on each plunging stroke. When her resistance eased and his cock began sliding more easily in and out of her ass, he leaned farther forward so that he could reach around and clasp her heavy-hanging tits as they swayed beneath her. His fingers latched onto the hard spikes of her nipples while her tit flesh rolled around in his hands.
Renata thrilled to the new feeling, and she began bucking and weaving, working against him to increase the pleasure as his cock slid in and out of her ass.
"Do you like that? Huh?" he asked, giving her butt cheeks a stinging slap. "Do you like being ass-fucked?"
"Yes," she responded in a soft moan. "Yes, I like it."
He chuckled as he watched her ass cheeks ripple around his charging spear. Yeah, she liked it. They all liked it. And so did he, he realized, with his balls tightening. So did he.
He rammed hard into her tight brown hole. Her groans were becoming more intense and he was panting heavily. This would be it, he knew. The big blow that would finish them both off. He pushed faster and faster, anxious for the pleasure. And then he felt the tension release in his balls. He thrilled as he felt the surge of cum move rapidly through the tight channel in the center of his prick. He shouted when it sprayed from the tip. Renata gasped as she felt the hot cum shoot into her bowels. Her tummy muscles tightened. She pushed a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit rapidly.
The explosion that tore through her insides almost lifted her off the floor. She no longer felt the separate sensations of a pair of hands clutching her hips, or a cock driving rapidly in and out of her, or hot cum pumping and filling her insides. They all joined and she became just a big, pulsing cunt-nothing more than a burst of pulsing, erotic energy. Her spirit separated from her body and soared with the eagles in a long moment of ecstasy.
A hundred years passed-maybe even a thousand-in the quiet moments as they lay together after he pulled out of her and rolled off.
"Oh, baby! You're something else," he told her.
"Yes," she agreed, "that was something special."
She sat up and looked at him, stretched on his back on the floor. He was a handsome, virile young man, far younger than her. But for a few, brief moments, all her years had melted away. Sex. What a powerful thing. What a marvelous thing.
Later, while they were dressing, she asked him, "Will you be working here tomorrow?"
"No, I'll be on a different job."
"Oh," she said, her disappointment evident.
He grinned at her. "I'll give you my beeper number."
CHAPTER FOUR
The thing that Renata hated most after her divorce was sunsets. Because, when the sun went down and the evening set in, she had to face up to another night of being alone. There were things to do in the day, but in the evening, she yearned for another person to talk with.. .to love.
The setting sun left her with a major decision: should she call out and have pizza delivered? Or should she pop a TV dinner into the microwave? She had just about decided on the microwave when the phone rang.
"Hi."
Her spirits brightened as she recognized the voice on the other end of the line. "Hi, Bill. What are you doing?"
"Thinking of you."
"That's nice." It was just small talk, but it made her feel warm inside.
"You told me to call you if I ever needed anything."
"Yes, I did. How can I help you."
"I need you."
They had steaks in an old barn that had been converted into a restaurant about a mile outside of town. It had a hayseedy atmosphere, but the food was good. Bill had a well-scrubbed look. He wore a flannel shirt and blue jeans. Renata had dressed simply, too, in a sleeveless cotton dress and a pair of pumps. No stockings.
"Do you like country and western music?" he asked her, enjoying the view of her creamy skin afforded by the long, scooped neckline of her dress.
"Sometimes I listen to it."
"How about the dancing? Texas two-step, line dancing-"
"I think it would be fun to learn."
'They have a band here on weekends."
"We'll have to try it sometime."
He looked at her with a smile. "You're great, Renata. I can tell that this isn't your thing, but you're not making a fuss about it. My ex-wife would have been ranting and raving and demanding that I take her someplace else."
She looked down at her glass of wine thoughtfully for a moment. Bill was drinking a beer. "I don't think it really matters what you do," she said, choosing her words carefully. "I think what really matters is who you do it with."
He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "I'm not going to make the same mistake I made last time we were together," he said.
"What mistake was that?'
"I didn't make you stay the night, so I wasn't able to screw you in the morning before going to work."
Her eyelids fluttered and she shifted in her seat. Her pussy split had already become moist and uncomfortable in the confines of her panties. Although they had done nothing more than hold hands, her juices had started flowing the moment she set eyes of him. For her, the expectation in his eyes and the hunger in his voice were all part of the foreplay.
After their dinner, they went back to his house. He didn't even bother to ask her, they both knew that was where the evening would end.
"Would you like me to make coffee?" she asked.
"That would be great," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her into the kitchen. "I like it good and strong."
"In that case, we'll compromise," she said with a smile. Even though the kitchen was strange to her, she had no trouble finding what she needed. He moved up behind her as she measured the coffee, and Renata felt his hips pressed to her ass. He reached around and stroked her breasts through her dress. "Mmmmmm, that feels good, darling," she purred as her nipples rose in response. She pushed backward and ground her ass against his hard-on.
Once the coffee was started, she turned in his arms and they kissed passionately. It was a deep, wet kiss that soon had Renata trembling with excitement.
"You're hot," he told her.
"And I suppose you're not?"
"Oh, baby, I can't wait," he whispered, reaching around for the back of her dress.
Renata reached down and found his prick thrusting against the front of his trousers and gripped it fiercely while he pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. Oh, yes, that's what she wanted. She wanted to feel his strength plowing through her flesh again, just as it had the other night, sending her to new heights of pleasure. Her fingers were strong and purposeful as they unzipped his fly and brought his long, masculine weapon out into the open.
He stepped back so that he could pull the dress over her shoulders. She smiled and let it fall to her feet, leaving her standing before him in just her lacy black bra and panties.
With her heart pounding, she reached behind her back. "I think we can have the coffee later, don't you?" she said as she unhooked her bra.
"Yeah," he agreed, watching the bra slide away from her big, fluffy breasts. "God, baby, you've got beautiful tits."
"Do you mean it, Bill?"
'Trust me," he said.
Renata stared at his hard, heavy shaft, watching it bounce while he shed his clothes and she stripped away her panties and stepped out of her shoes.
"Doesn't it bother you," she asked, "being naked in the kitchen?"
"What did you say at dinner?" he rasped huskily as his gaze slid downward to take in the whole of her naked body. "The place isn't important; it's the person you're with that counts." He reached up and took her breasts in his hands. "And, honey, when I'm with you, clothes are an obstacle."
Their naked bodies moved into an embrace and they kissed. He dropped a hand to stroke her buttocks and she felt his cock strain harder against her belly.
She quivered happily and leaned her head against his bare chest.
"Darling," she whispered as she fondled the swollen, purple shaft of his cock, "I'm in the mood for an appetizer." Tugging on his prick, she led him over to where she could sit on a chair. One hand dipped to cup his balls, and he groaned as her head bent to kiss the bloated knob. Her tongue made a quick sweep across its surface, then she drew the prick all the way into her mouth until she could feel its hard rubbery head pressing into the back of her throat. Her nostrils wrinkled as she inhaled his aroma. She began sucking lustily on the fat, juicy plum while he groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, darling, I love this wonderful thing," she breathed softly as she released his prick from her mouth and kissed all around its hairy base while the wet staff bumped against her cheeks and her chin. "Yes, yes, I love it." She moved her head to capture the thick cock tip again, and he shoved his dick deep into her mouth with a feverish grunt.
His prick was hot and thick in her mouth. Slowly, her lips began to slide back and forth along the stiff shaft. The taste, the feel, the smell, they all combined to intoxicate her senses with lust.
"Suck it, baby. Oh, Renata, honey! Suck it, suck it good!" His hips pumped into her face, adding emphasis to his demands. "Yes, yes! Suck my cock!"
Renata did just that. Her cheeks puckered as she drew hard on the tip of his organ, and a tasty trickle of pre-cum juices oozed out. Her head bobbing gently, she sucked and licked the throbbing spike. Down lower, her fist gently massaged his cum-swollen scrotum, swirling his warm juices around his balls.
Bill winced, watching her shimmering tresses as they rippled softly against his thighs. He felt his balls begin to tighten, and he arched forward, driving his hips to her face and jamming his cock deep into her throat. He let out a shout and his cock jerked. His balls erupted and sent hot, creamy cum shooting into her mouth.
Renata hugged his hips as he flooded her with his love juice. She gulped it down, swallowing as fast as he could recoil and lurch forward with another burst of sexual energy. But he quickly sputtered to a halt and drew away from her in exhaustion. "Mmmmmm," she purred, licking her lips and savoring the delicate flavor of his cum. "Ohhh, darling, that was wonderful. A real, tasty treat!"
Bill laughed as he moved toward the counter. "You know, Renata, when you're dressed up, you're a real lady." He returned with the pot and started pouring her a cup of coffee. "But when your clothes come off, you're nothing but a slut."
"Really!" she said, stiffening, her eyes filling with indignation.
He grinned as he settled across from her and took a sip of his coffee. "And I mean that as a compliment."
"Really?" The vexation in her eyes turned to delight.
With his passion temporarily banked, he sat across from her fully at ease as they drank their coffee and chatted. But her ardor had not yet been satisfied, and her senses were keenly heightened. The texture of the chair seat cuddling her bare ass cheeks sent little tingles running through her, and the rippling of the hot coffee as it descended down her throat was an erotic reminder of the cum flow that had preceded it.
For him, the sight of her was a constant delight. He couldn't pull his gaze away from her tits for long; he was enthralled by their gentle sway and the bobbing of her jutting nipples as she talked. His regret was that the table blocked his view of her thighs and her legs and her lower belly with the profusion of crisp curls that filled her lap.
Finally, he pushed his coffee cup aside and stood up. He had a full erection again, with his penis pointing straight up in front of him. "Are you ready to fuck?" he asked, reaching a hand out toward her.
"Darling, I thought you'd never ask." She rose into a kiss, then they turned and walked toward the bedroom together.
Renata slid onto the bed and he joined her. Their bodies molded together and their mouths met in a kiss that started out passionate and intensified. He eased her onto her back and his head began to move down her body. The fire grew in Renata as her anticipation grew.
"Oohhh, yes, darling, suck my tits," she cooed softly, cupping her tits in her hands and rolling them gently while he licked and kissed her nipples. Then his tongue began sliding downward, over her belly, moving closer to where the fire was burning inside her.
Renata pulled her legs up and spread herself wide for him. She groaned as he adjusted his position so that his tongue could slide easily into the hollows of her inner thighs. Her vision glazed as he neared his target, and she mewled helplessly with desire when his mouth finally covered her hairy split.
"Oh, Bill! Darling! Eat me," she moaned. "Eat my cunt." Bill took a deep breath of her lusty aroma, then slithered his tongue between her smooth, warm lips. Gripping her ass cheeks, he lifted her cunt to his face and licked her split from her ass-hole to her clit.
Renata threw her head back and gurgled with pleasure. "Oooh, darling.. .ooooh that's wonderful.. . darling, wonderful." She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair as her pussy walls throbbed against his tongue.
Bill responded to her passionate moans, wiggling his tongue deep and rubbing his nose against her clit. She jerked and bucked as her excitement rose.
He had never been able to do this with his ex-wife. She'd had so many rules about sex that they had stifled the enjoyment of it. It had been all he could do to get his own rocks off, let alone bring her to a climax.
But with this woman, it was a joy to send her soaring. He flicked his tongue against her clit, then flattened it against the sensitive nub. He could feel the pulse surging through it as the wave crashed over her.
Renata's hip jerked, and her legs shot straight out. A powerful climax tore through her.
"Bill!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" She gasped in ecstasy as each successive wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
Bill did all he could to prolong her excitement. But eventually, it died away, and her muscles sagged. He pulled his head back up and rocked back on his ankles with a juicy smile. His prick was stretched and ready.
"Come to me, darling," she said, reaching out for his prick and pulling it toward her pussy. "Come to mama."
Panting, Bill leaned across her and pushed forward. His cock slid into her and filled her completely as her hips arched upward to help.
"Baby, you're great," he rasped, his voice close to her ear. "Oh, Bill.. .darling.. . "
His huge shaft began moving in her, his thick cockhead spreading her cunt walls before it until it was plugging the mouth of her womb. She loved it. She loved the feel of it as it teased her inner walls. She loved the squishy sound of their juices mixing and the pressure of his stomach thumping against her soft belly. She loved everything about the fuck as he steadily pushed her closer and closer to another climax.
"Ahhh, that's great, darling. Yes, yes," she purred sensually as her hips weaved around his thrusting pole. Their motion blended in an erotic blur. His hard cock plunged and withdrew again and again, faster and faster, until her fingernails dug into his back and his balls began to tighten. "I'm ready, Bill! Oh, God, yes! Let's cum together!"
She cried out as Bill's cock jerked in her pussy. His balls discharged, sending cum surging into her depths. She quivered and shook, and her bottom twisted around his spouting pole. Their bodies shuddered as one as they scaled the heights together.
They clung together until long after his cock had stopped spitting and her pussy had stopped clinching around his shriveling prick. When at last he pulled away and his soft cock pulled out of her cunt, she let out a sigh.
He reached over and turned out the light, then pulled her close again. In the darkness, their bodies found a comfortable fit. She fell asleep with her head nested against his hairy chest with the firm, steady beat of his heart for a lullaby.
Bill was in the habit of rising early. But he wasn't in the habit of waking with a naked woman cuddled in his arms.
The feeling was pure delight.
He stroked a hand over her back and savored the soft, velvety feel of her creamy white skin. Her ass cheeks were firm rounds that fit comfortably in his hands.
When she purred and cuddled closer, he knew that she, too, was awake.
"Good morning," she murmured sleepily, reaching down and positioning his cock between her thighs. It had started to fill, but it was not yet erect. The warmth of her inner legs cuddled him snugly. "Did you have a good sleep?"
His belly rumbled in a deep chuckle. "I dreamt I was chasing naked women all night long."
"Did you catch any of them?"
"Not until I woke up."
He leaned over and kissed her neck.
She sighed and rolled onto her back. Squeezing her tits, she made the nipples swell into thick, pink buds.
"You're teasing me," he rasped.
"Uh-huh. What are you going to do about it?"
His mouth skimmed over the billowing mounds of her tits. He licked and sucked her nipples while she whimpered with delight. "Yessss!" she hissed, cupping her hand around his head and crushing his face into her tits. "Suck my tits!"
Bill nibbled on her soft, warm tit flesh. He sucked and chewed on her nipples until they were tingling and had turned a deep red hue. They felt like they were going to burst.
"Dammit, baby. You're one helluva woman!"
"And you're not too bad yourself," she said with a chuckle as she reached down to flex his cock which had grown into a full hardness.
His fingers moved across the soft flesh of her belly and into the thicket of curly black hair that covered her mound. He drew a circle around her puffy pussy lips and she arched upward with a whimper.
"Mmmmmm, yes, Bill! You know what I want, don't you?"
He laughed. "You're just a fuckin' little slut."
"Mmmmmm, yes, yes.. . "
He drew a finger along the crease of her puffy gash, then slipped it inside. She was warm, and her juices had started to flow. "Oh, yesss!" She bucked and squirmed, working her cunt around his teasing finger.
"Christ!" he muttered, his prick making a leap. He had forgotten how much fun it was to get a hot woman worked up and insane with desire. With the blood pounding in his ears, he felt youthful again, a handsome stud, an agent provocateur who incited a woman's basest desires. He found her clit with the blunt tip of his finger and pressed down on it. The beautiful divorcee squealed, and her pelvis jerked and rolled. He jabbed hard, twisting his finger in her soft folds, and brought another stuttering cry from her lips. "Aaaaah!" Renata gurgled. "Fuck me, Bill! Fuck me!"
That was just what Bill wanted to hear. He grunted and moved between her legs. His drooling cock wedged into the slippery confines of her juicy cunt. Renata squeezed her thighs against his hips. His jaw tightened as he made short, sharp strokes to penetrate the full length of her prick-hungry vagina. "Aaargghhh, ohhhhhhh, darling! You're so big.. . you're so wonderful-God! You're too much!"
Bill began driving, making his heavy balls bounce against Renata's ass. The head of his cock plowed her full length, spreading her oils all the way to the mouth of her womb. Her legs stretched toward the ceiling, and her toes clawed the air. And then the huge prick was spitting liquid fire as it slammed and rammed into her body. Spurt after spurt of his thick, hot juices gushed into her and drove her to a peak of excitement.
Her ass lifted from the bed as the tension became almost unbearable. Just a moment more, one more stroke!
She shuddered, stiffened, then let out a shout as a hard orgasm jolted her. Thick waves of pleasure warmed her from head to toe and sent excitement surging through her. She came in a blaze of passion that left her glowing long afterward.
"Mmmmm," she whispered, a long while later. "Good morning."
"Good morning, baby."
CHAPTER FIVE
Going into the second week of her new job, Renata couldn't have been happier. She had met such interesting people. Somehow, she had broken out of a lifetime of shyness and become open and outgoing.
And then, of course, there was the sex. It was totally un-like her, but a change had come over her. Yes, she had become.. .promiscuous. The thought brought a blush to her face, but no feelings of guilt. And she couldn't blame her new sexuality on her job. The job had provided the opportunity, but the change had been something growing within her and just waiting for a chance at expression. And Renata had no intention of ever going back to the prim, puritanical ways of her past.
In fact, Renata had decided to give every newcomer to the community an opportunity for a warm, sexual welcome.
So Renata was prepared for anything Monday morning when she made her first call on the Greens. George and Marie.
Marie answered the door. She was tall, with long, black hair and a friendly smile that was partially hidden by a big pair of glasses. And she had a hefty pair of tits, Renata couldn't help but notice, that appeared to be loose under the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing. She looked to be a year or two shy of thirty.
Marie admitted her with her basket of goodies, and Renata explained her purpose. "I'm here to welcome you to our community," she said. "I'm sorry I missed your husband."
"My husband?"
Renata glanced down at the card she held in her hand. "George-"
"George? My husband? How funny!" She laughed and called out, "Georgette! Come here and meet the welcome lady!"
A younger woman, with short brown hair and lovely brown eyes, appeared from the kitchen doorway with a dishtowel in her hands. She eyed Renata suspiciously.
Renata laughed. "This must be a misprint," she said. "I thought you had a husband."
"No husband," said Marie, "just a spouse."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Georgette and I are legally married. We did it last year in Holland. Of course, it's not recognized here, but we're married, just the same."
"I see." Renata gulped. "Then you're, ah.. . "
"Lesbians," the younger woman helped, taking a seat on the couch beside her partner.
"Lesbians. Yes, well, ah.. . "
Marie laughed. "You seem quite shocked."
Renata blushed. "Well, it's just that we don't have anything like that around here."
"I'll bet you do," the younger woman said sharply.
Renata caught her breath, stung by the statement. "W-why, maybe we do," she said slowly. "There's a recording star that just moved to town who seems to be into kinky things."
"So you think that lesbianism is kinky?" the young woman goaded testily.
"Now, dear," Marie said, patting the young woman's knee. "Don't be so touchy."
"I just hate it when people are so supercilious and judgmental!"
"I'm sorry if I gave you that impression," Renata said quickly. "I'm really.. .open-minded."
"I'll bet!" said the young woman, rolling her eyes.
"Then stay for coffee," the other woman said with a friendly smile. "Georgette.. . "
The brown-haired girl shrugged and got up and headed for the kitchen.
"Forgive Georgette for being so rude," said Marie. "She's young-she won't even be twenty until April-and impetuous. And she's angry at the world. She came out last year, and her parents have not spoken to her since."
"What a shame," said Renata, feeling genuinely sorry for the girl. "And you."
"I've no illusions. I've adjusted."
Georgette returned with coffee for them all and settled again beside her partner. "Thanks, dear," Marie said, putting an arm around the girl and pulling her close. "Isn't it nice for Renata to make a welcome call on us?" she prodded conversationally.
"Yes, and she's 'open-minded', too," the girl sneered.
"Georgette," Renata said softly, "I've had no experience with lesbian sex, so I have nothing to go on but my prejudices. Tell me, how do you feel about male-female sex?"
"The thought disgusts me!"
Renata chuckle. "A bit prejudiced yourself, aren't you?" The girl's jaw dropped and her partner laughed. Marie gave the girl's knee another comforting squeeze and winked at Renata. "Is it true?" she asked. "No experience at all? Never even been curious?"
Renata thought a moment. "Well, I did have an experience just the other day-the recording star I told you about-she-" Renata gulped and blushed "-put her face between my legs," she said, patting her crotch.
Georgette stared at her levelly. "Did she bring you off?"
"I believe she did," Renata replied, her blush deepening. "Marvelous!" Marie exclaimed. "And did you enjoy it?
"Why, yes.. .yes, I did."
"Did you eat her out in return?" the younger woman asked, her stare not quite as harsh as before.
"Actually, no. It's not that I didn't want to or anything-it's just that I was so startled, I guess I didn't think of it."
"You must return the favor next time," Marie said firmly. "Yes, I suppose so. It.. .it comes naturally, doesn't it?"
Marie turned to her younger partner. "Shall we show her?" The young girl rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the quiver of excitement that tore through her body. "Don't be ridiculous."
But Marie's hand was already sliding over the small mound of Georgette's breast, stretching the white cotton of the girl's T-shirt around it to define its shape and reveal the shadowy bulge of her nipple. Renata felt a surging thrill, and her pulse stuttered. The pair looked beautiful together. There was an erotic tension in the room that could not be denied, and it encompassed all three of them.
Georgette suddenly pulled away from Marie's embrace. "If she's going to watch, she must take her clothes off," the girl said firmly.
"Georgette.. . "
But Renata was already unbuttoning the front of her jacket. Standing up, she slipped the jacket off her shoulders and opened her blouse to uncover the lace bra with the front clasp she had worn especially for its ease of opening. Her fingers shook as she unhooked the clasp of the bra, and she pulled the cups aside to expose her tits to the lesbians' eyes.
They gazed in silence, watching the shudder pass through her as she stroked her nipples with her fingers, teasing them to hardness.
Her pulse racing, she slipped her skirt down to uncover her thighs and her legs, sleekly sheathed in a pair of pantyhose that was transparent except for the opaque panel that wrapped around her crotch itself. Her split was already becoming swollen and moist in its confinement. She gripped the waistband of her pantyhose and slithered the clinging material down her thighs and off her legs. Then her panties came down, completely baring the hairy thicket of her sex.
"You're a pretty woman," the girl said. She had a smile, now, and her eyes were friendly.
"Thank you," said Renata, sinking into a chair and crossing her legs, trying to be as demure as possible in her naked state. She tried to ignore the lusty looks the two lesbians gave her, but without much success. Her insides were churning as she turned her attention back to the pair.
They were very different. Georgette, of course, was younger, not quite as busty, and her dark brown hair was short and straight while Marie's black tresses cascaded in soft waves down over her shoulders. Turning their attention away from Renata, their mouths joined, and their lips played together. Working together, they began undressing each other. When both pairs of tits were revealed, there was a sharp contrast there, too. Marie's tits were heavy, globular, teardrop-shaped pendulums that drooped slightly under their own weight. Georgette sported high, thrusting mounds of soft-looking, tender flesh. Georgette's nipples were delicate, pink peaks; Marie's, thick, conical caps of russet-colored flesh. Georgette had the body of an athletic, slim and trim with muscular thighs and legs. Marie's body had more maturity, with her big tits and slight tummy bulge. Both were incredibly sexy. Now, with their bare breasts rubbing together, they kissed again. Renata wished that her hands could join theirs as they roamed freely over each other's body, squeezing and fondling the exposed feminine flesh. Marie's hands slipped down to hold Georgette's buttocks while she rolled her tits so that their charged nipples could rub together. With their bellies pressed together, their bodies gyrated in a stationary sex-dance and a faint smell of feminine arousal began to spice the room.
Marie's head bent down and she sucked one of Georgette's tight nipples into her mouth. Georgette tossed her head and moaned as Marie chewed on her nipples. Her fingers unzipped Georgette's jeans, and worked them down over the young woman's hips and thighs. And then she was kissing her way down over the soft flesh of the girl's belly. She tugged on Georgette's panties and whisked the nylon away to bare her plump mound.
Renata filled with excitement as she watched Marie's fingers comb through Georgette's silky sex curls. When the girl moved her legs apart, Renata was able to see the groove that split her thick lips.
"Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" Marie asked.
"Beautiful!" Renata said, shifting restlessly, fascinated by the sight of the swollen folds. Fluids glistened in the crack that separated them.
"Quit talking," Georgette said in a harsh voice, "and get me off."
"Sure, baby.. . "
Marie's hand came alive between Georgette's thighs. The girl wriggled as her older partner's fingers pushed between her puffy cunt lips to the second knuckle and began stroking rhythmically. Georgette moaned, and Marie thrust harder, driving her finger all the way into the tight, wet opening.
"Cum, baby, cum," she whispered softly.
Watching Georgette moaning and thrusting against Marie's hand while the woman's long fingers thrilled her was as exciting to Renata as watching a man fucking a woman. Even more exciting, because the scene had a delicate, feminine beauty and Renata could easily imagine the feelings that were stirred by those fingers inside Georgette's pussy. When Marie's fingers made a deep thrust and Georgette let out a sob, Renata's thighs quivered with excitement, too. She envied the two women, wanting to be both at once. She wished she had her fingers in the girl's throbbing, wet hole; wished that the other woman's fingers were fingering her own sex and stroking her quivering clit.
Trembling, Renata threw one foot over the arm of the chair in which she was sitting and slowly rubbed her pussy, searching for relief from the tension that had built within her.
Georgette moaned loudly as she started cumming. With ecstasy contorting her face, she bucked gently against Marie's hand while she went through a full range of excitement.
The watching woman's pussy ached for the same attention. Renata's palm rubbed slowly, spreading the slippery juices that had started to flow out of her, as thick as syrup. Georgette's shudders died away. She had a bright smile when she opened her eyes again and looked up at her partner. "Thanks, lover," she said simply.
Marie hugged her.
Georgette gave her a kiss, then gently pushed her aside. She turned her attention to Renata.
"Marie has gotten me all wet," she said, spreading her legs so that Renata could see how juicy her sex had become. "Would you like to clean me up?"
Sweat broke out on Renata's forehead as she stared at the young girl's sex split. She remembered the marvelous feeling she'd had when Diana ate her pussy, and the desire she'd had to return the excitement. Without taking her eyes off Georgette's pussy, Renata slowly got to her feet and moved forward.
Renata dropped down onto her knees in front of Georgette. She stared at the girl's firm, white tits for a moment, marveling at the sight of her hard nipples, before letting her gaze lock on the sight of Georgette's sex mound, level with her face.
The girl spread her smooth legs farther. Her thick triangle of dark pubic hair stretched down to completely surround her slick little pussy and feathered upward, more lightly, toward her bellybutton. The lips of her twat were a double-ridged up-and-down line that gaped slightly to reveal her swollen clit and the dark, glistening fuck-hole below it, the size of a fingertip, that descended into her body.
"Don't be shy," said Marie, who had been stripping off her own clothes while she watched. "Go ahead and touch her."
"Yes," the girl whispered. "Touch me."
Renata teased her fingers through the brown bush. The densely covered mound was a ripe bulge beneath it. Renata became bolder. Both hands moved between Georgette's thighs, and she plucked at the girl's thick cunt lips to pull them apart. Her clit stood out prominently. Renata had never studied a cunt so closely before. With a curious finger, she pushed back the fleshy protective flap to expose the tip of Georgette's clit, then she touched it with her forefinger.
The girl's belly fluttered, and she groaned. "Oh, yes, please.. .your mouth."
Holding her breath, Renata leaned forward and touched her tongue tip to Georgette's clit. The girl groaned again, and Renata shuddered. Her tongue swirled around the juicy cunt opening. Georgette's slick snatch had a delicate taste, a sweet, slightly saline flavor that went with an aroma that was as subtly piquant as a breath of sea air at low tide. It made Renata's mouth water and the tiny hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Hooking her fingers inside the wet opening, Renata pulled it wide so that she could pierce it with her tongue. The walls had a satiny smooth texture that sent a thrill along Renata's spine and caused her own glands to start gushing juices. "Yes!" Georgette said, opening her thighs further and shoving her pelvis more tightly against Renata's face. Renata felt the girl's fuck muscles try to grip her moving tongue.
Renata trembled with excitement. This was insane! God, she was thrilling another woman! A lesbian! Her face was buried in another woman's core, tasting her soft flesh, sipping her creamy juices. It was obscene! It was wonderful!
The girl was twitching and writhing, close to delirium, with excitement straining her face and tears of pleasure dampening her eyes. Renata's face was molded to her pussy, her mouth locked in the grip of Georgette's cunt lips. Georgette ground her pelvis around Renata's nose and mouth as her excitement rose to a peak. Renata rapidly tongued the juicy depths of Georgette's cunt, pushing her steadily toward orgasm.
"Make me cum!" the girl shouted. "Make me cum-now!"
Renata sensed what the girl needed and fastened her lips around Georgette's swollen clit, giving it as hard a sucking as she could. Come on, girl, she coaxed inwardly as Georgette began to shake beneath her.
Georgette let out a shout as tremors rocked her. Renata kept sucking hard on her clit, urging her to a full climax. Hot juices oozed from the girl's gash, making Renata's chin slick. The warmth sent thrills up and down her own spine-but not enough to give herself her own satisfaction. Georgette's contractions went on and on, rapidly peaking, and then dying away with a soft sigh.
"Ohhhhh, that was good," the girl breathed as her panting subsided.
But Renata was beside herself with unfulfilled excitement. Her body was burning and her cunt was aching for attention. Marie, who had been watching, moved in from the sidelines and pushed Renata down onto her back on the floor. Renata let out a gasp as Marie pushed a finger into her cunt. Her juicy sex hole made squishy sounds as the finger pumped it.
"I like that," Renata whispered. "Yes, yesss.. .do that some more!"
Marie worked to please her, leisurely finger-fucking her while Renata moaned ecstatically. She watched and waited until Renata's nipples thickened, indicating the depth of her arousal. Then she moved her naked body over Renata's with their positions reversed. Marie's moist cunt lips fluttered as they descended to Renata's face, and Renata pushed her soppy pussy upward as she felt the contact of Marie's mouth.
Renata was filled with bliss as she lapped delicately at the other woman's juicy cunt flesh. Her flavor was similar to Georgette's, but distinctively different-as heady and hearty as that of a fine, aged wine. Her tongue licked the thick outer lips clean, then parted the pink folds and slipped into the woman's heated depths. Marie muttered a stream of encouragement, her warm breath teasing Renata's pussy with anticipation.
Renata hugged Marie's ass, pulled her crotch closer, and plunged right in. At the same time, Marie started sucking her pussy. Renata thrilled as the other woman's tongue slithered over her clit and wriggled between her cunt lips.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Renata cried around the mouth-filling cunt flesh. The feeling that shot through her, coming from both ends, was incredible. Her tongue was buried in mushy softness, her face drenched with hot, tasty juices. Her own cunt was bubbling. Marie had quit tongue-fucking to concentrate her attention on the ultra-sensitive, soft, thick folds that surrounded her clit. Marie took the cue and did the same thing. She found the thick bud of Marie's clit and squeezed it between her lips.
The women writhed together in the throes of heat. Their hard clits throbbed with excitement. A buzzing started in Renata's clit that gradually spread to encompass the whole of her cunt. Tenseness gathered in a tight ball at the base of her spine. Marie made one last lash at Renata's cunt, then pressed hard against the swollen nub of her clit. Renata exploded. Her hips arched upward and Marie sucked hard on her steamy twat as the juices spewed forth. And then the other woman was cumming, too, their tremors adding in intensity. Renata kept cumming and cumming, the vibrations making her teeth chatter. Had she ever cum so long? So hard? So good? Oh, God, she just hoped the other woman was getting half the pleasure she was from their mutual orgasm.
She was suddenly filled with knowledge: she knew the meaning of life. This was it; this was everything.
And it was all over. She had died and gone to heaven.
CHAPTER SIX
There was a call on her answering machine when Renata returned home that afternoon. It was Pete. The recording was poor, and it took her a moment to associate the name. Oh, yes, Pete was Diana's.. . friend.
Amory wanted to meet her. The photographer.
The meeting had been arranged for the next afternoon at a motel a few miles outside town. Apparently, the photographer was just passing through. Pete had raved so much about her that he had agreed to make time for her in his busy schedule.
She had been given the room number, so she didn't have to go to the desk to ask when she arrived. She had no idea what to expect, but knowing that this might be her big chance-for what, she wasn't quite sure-she was nervous as she knocked on the door.
"Come on in! The door's unlocked."
She entered hesitantly, just as the sound of a running shower ended. "I'll only be a minute."
It was closer to five. Renata sat patiently on the edge of the bed-there was no chair in the small motel room-waiting, and trying to get some idea of what the man she was going to meet would be like. The room offered no clues. Not even an open suitcase to appease her curiosity. It was a rather shabby room for an important man. But then, there weren't that many nice motels around. "Hi, there."
Renata started, and she turned to look at the man as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his middle. "You caught me in the shower."
"I-I thought I was on time."
"Maybe," he said, opening the closet where his clothes were hanging and reaching in a pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He lit up without offering her one. "It doesn't matter. What's your name?"
"Renata."
"You done anything."
"You mean.. .modeling?" He shrugged. "Sex things."
She gulped. "Well, actually, no-not professionally, I mean."
"Pete says you're a good fuck."
She blushed, and then smiled, trying to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. "I've never had any complaints."
"Stand up. Let me see you."
She did, turning as he waved her around.
"What size are your tits?"
"38B"
"Hmmm, that's good. I like big tits."
"Pete says you do.. .porn."
"Yeah. Real filthy stuff." Renata's stomach churned. "What time you got?" Renata looked at her watch. "Two-ten."
"Look, I'm in a hurry, so I'm not going to bother to dress."
"That's-that's all right with me," she said, although she hadn't been asked.
"I'm going to do a quick screen test," he said, opening a case and pulling out a camera. "A video. Do you feel up to it?"
"I've never done that before."
"Good. I'm always looking for fresh talent. You'll have to strip, of course.. . "
"Okay," she said softly. "Pete told me you'd want to see me nude."
"And play with yourself.. . "
"You mean masturbate?"
"Yeah, I need to see you run through an orgasm-you know, really ham it up-show a lot of emotion. Honey, don't tell me you've never done that before."
"Okay, I suppose I can do that, too."
"Great. Here's the set-up. You're watching some X-rated videos." He turned the television on and Renata's jaw dropped as the picture slowly came into focus, of a woman sucking a man's cock. "And you get turned on. I want you to strip for the camera, then lie back on the bed and do your thing."
"I'm not sure that I-"
"Suit yourself. There's no shortage of women willing to do what it takes to get their shot at Tinseltown."
"I'm really not that kind of woman."
He laughed. "Thank God they don't have to find real murderers to play the part of film killers. It's called acting, honey. Some have got it; some don't. All you have to do is close your eyes and imagine you're a-"
"Slut." She sighed. "All right, I'll give it a try."
"Are you wearing pantyhose."
"No-a garter belt and stockings. Pete told me to dress sexy."
"Good. Leave them on-and your shoes. The necklace and earrings stay, too. Everything else goes-and ditch the watch. You're not a secretary."
Renata unfastened her watch and laid it on the nightstand, taking the time to steel herself.
"Okay, babe. Anytime you're ready. Just look into the camera and do your thing." He tugged on the towel and tossed it aside. Renata gasped and her eyes bugged at the sight of his hanging cock. He hoisted the camera to his shoulder and looked into the viewfinder and took a short shot of the television playing. Then, he trained the camera on her. "The object here is to make my dick hard."
Renata closed her eyes for a moment and willed her sordid surroundings to disappear. She imagined herself in a more familiar place, Bill's bedroom. And it was Bill who was standing with her.
There was a smile on her face when she opened her eyes again and stared directly into the camera.
"Talk to me," the naked man whispered. "Turn me on."
"Hi, darling," she said. "I've just been watching these filthy, sexy videos and thinking of you." Her smile turned into a pout and she started running her hands over her body. "They made me so horny. I wish you were here."
She squeezed her tits through her dress and a surge of excitement swept over her as she watched the cameraman's cock began to inch upward. Oh, yes. She had him now.
"I wish it was your hands touching me.. .squeezing my tits.. .pressing between my legs." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "My pussy's getting wet, darling-all hot and wet and sticky." She pouted. "And my panties have become so uncomfortable. They're wedged into the crack of my pussy. I think I'll take them off if you don't mind."
She reached up under her skirt and slipped down her panties. The camera followed her movements as she withdrew one foot after the other, then straightened to display the thin wisp of nylon. "See how wet they are, darling? Didn't I tell you?" She brought them up to her nose for a moment, and her nostrils filled with her own randy aroma. "Oh, yes, I am horny."
She was really getting into it, now. The cameraman's cock had passed the halfway position and was steadily climbing upward. She liked that; oh, yes, she liked that!
"I just have to get out of these clothes."
She moved her hands to her hips and inched her dress upward. Slowly, her sheer stockings were exposed, then the smooth whiteness at the top of her thighs. Watching the naked man's cock twitch, she knew her hairy snatch had come into view. The exposure didn't bother her; it simply excited her more. She pulled the dress up further, revealing the slight bulge of her belly and then her tits clasped in the lacy, low-cut cups of her tight bra. For just a moment, she wrestled with the dress, exaggerating her motion as she whisked it over her head and shook her champagne-colored tresses free.
"Now I feel better," she said, unhooking her bra and shrugging to make her tits bounce. She winked through the camera at the cameraman, whose dick was now standing tall. "I think clothes are such a nuisance, don't you?"
Keeping her eyes on his stiff organ, she backed toward the bed. The lens focused on her pussy as she slipped onto the bed and drew up her knees and spread her long legs wide. Her heart pounded. This was depraved, she thought. There could be no legitimate reason for showing herself off so blatantly before the camera. But, with her pulse racing, she stroked her palms along her sleek thighs, drawing attention fully to the open lines of her pussy. It surprised her to realize she was proud of that special part of herself, and more than eager to show it off.
She shifted to make herself comfortable, and her slick pussy lips twisted against each other. She was thoroughly wet.
"You're looking good," Amory whispered. "Keep it up." He had widened his stance and his hard cock stood out prominently. With excitement boiling within her, she smiled at the camera and slid a hand between her legs. She touched a fingertip to her puffy split and drew it up through the slick furrow, parting her lips. She watched Amory's cock make a leap. Responding to the pressure in his balls, he held the camera with one hand while he dropped the other to finger his cock. Pleased by the effect she was having on having on him, she pulled her swollen pussy lips apart with her fingertips, opening herself to fully display her inner secrets.
His fist tightened around his cock.
Resting the heel of her hand on her hairy thicket, she pushed one finger into her soppy sex and began pumping it seductively. When the finger was wet and juicy, she pulled it back out and started stroking her pussy while she eyed him squeezing his prick, making the head turn crimson and swell into a thick knob. Her finger began slowly rubbing the shaft of her clit, arousing herself while she excited him.
"That's nice, baby.. .talk to the camera."
"Oohhh, lover, I wish you were doing this.
"Oh, yeah.. .that's nice."
". . .my pussy is so juicy for you."
"Yeah!"
The camera began moving closer, right up between her thighs, and she pried open her lips to display her juicy cunthole and the swollen shaft of her clit. Her fingers traced the lines, wiggling between the fleshly flaps to show herself off completely. If it was a cunt they wanted to see, well, she had one. A beautiful one-a cunt that was eager to please. And be pleased. Her fingers moved in and out of her sex and stroked her clitoris. It was stiff and throbbing. Amory had begun to slowly stroke his cock. Matching his rhythm, she began masturbating in earnest.
In her mind, the camera that shielded his face disappeared, and it was only him and her. The erotic tension grew as her fingers fluttered over her pussy folds. She thrilled to see the sex oil begin to ooze from the tiny hole in the end of his bloated knob. Her fingers flew faster and faster, finding juices to smear over the charged spike of her clit.
"Go ahead," he told her, dropping his hand away from his prick. "Cum."
Letting her emotions flow, she moaned and groaned while she pumped two fingers in and out of her cunthole and frigged her clit with her thumb. She didn't have to exaggerate; all she had to do was let herself go.
"Oh, honey! Bill, darling! I'm cumming for you!" She gasped, then let out a loud cry. "I'm cummmming! I'm cumming for you!"
When her spirits sagged and she opened her eyes again, she saw that Amory had moved away and was fastening the video camera to a tripod in the corner of the room. With his back turned to her, she was able to appreciate the slimness of his figure and his lean ass cheeks. His bottom looked white and smooth, while the rest of his body had an even tan.
"Did I pass the test?" she asked curiously.
"Baby, you did great," he said, turning back toward her. His cock was still as hard as ever, and the sight sent another thrill shooting through her.
"Are you going to be able to use me in your.. .your movies?"
He grinned and started moving toward her. "So far, everything Pete said was true. If you're half as good a fuck as he said you were, you've got the part."
Elation filled Renata. She was going to be in the movies! A star! She spread her legs wide and threw her arms open in invitation. "Come here, lover," she said in a voice as harsh and sexy as any she'd ever heard in the movies. "Come to mama!"
He chuckled as he crawled onto the bed. "Baby, what I like about you is that you're not inhibited like most of the women in these small towns."
She pouted. "You don't think I'm beautiful?"
"Damn, baby, you're sexy as hell," he murmured, as he moved between her legs and took his prick in his fist to guide it toward the gaping hole of her sopping wet sex canal. No foreplay was needed; they were both hot and ready. She watched his cockhead nudge open her swollen cunt lips, then caught her breath as it slid into her opening. His entire length moved into her softness until the thick hair at the base of his groin rubbed against her clit. Her thighs tightened around his hips as excitement rolled through her loins.
"Oh, darling, I love that," she mewed softly. "You cock is so big, so hard. Yes, yes, it's so good! I love it!" Her hips bucked upward with her vagina tightening around his shaft. "Fuck me, darling. Fuck me good."
There was a sincerity about her exuberance that revitalized the photographer. He had become jaded with sex-sex with some of the most beautiful women in the world. Lifeless women-women who thought they were God's gift to men and demanded satisfaction with no effort on their part. But this small-town woman had a hearty appetite for loving, and she was as eager to give as she was to get. She was as tight as a virgin around him, and it was all he could do to maintain his control, slowly pumping into her, gradually building the tension as their bodies and spirits blended into a single pulsating being. He bent his head so that he could take her beautiful big tits into his mouth and suck on her nipples. They fattened further, into hard spikes that teased his palate. All the while, he kept thrusting, his hips working like smoothly oiled hinges, driving the broad head of his cock deep into her loins. Her flesh quivered as he stroked, and her impassioned moans sent chills running along his spine.
"Oh, yes, yes," she breathed. "Fuck me harder, faster."
"Baby, I'm almost ready to blast you."
"Yes! Yes! Do it! Cum with me! Make me cum, too!" Her hips thrust upward, accenting her demands. His blood boiling, he sped up until their bodies were a flurry of motion. He could feel his juices boiling, beginning to move through the thin channel that wound to the tip of his dick.
Faster, faster he moved, trying to stretch each exciting moment of the building climax.
Her nails dug into his back as the eruption began. His hot charge sprayed deep into her. His heavy balls slammed against her ass cheeks as he jerked a second time.
She cried out and began thrashing beneath him. Her hips humped and bucked as her vagina convulsed, squeezing his spouting prick, milking him dry.
And then they collapsed together onto the bed, sweating and exhausted, their harsh breathing gradually tapering back to normality.
"That was great, baby," he finally said, running his hands over her body and spreading the cummy ooze that seeped from her sex tube.
Her own fingers found his prick, and the thrill that ran through her at the contact was just as strong as it had been before their fuck. She gave him a wicked smile and began to slide down his body.
"Damn, baby! If you aren't the greatest," he whispered breathlessly, when he saw her face cover his soft cock.
She purred with delight as she licked the organ clean, then drew the stump into her mouth and began to suck on it. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, her nostrils filling with his randy aroma.
"Aaaaahhh, yes" he groaned as his cock filled. He ran his hand up and down her back and squeezed her ass cheek. She winced when she felt his finger curl around to poke the puckered bud of her ass-hole. "Yeah, that's fine," he whispered, poking and probing her tight butt hole.
Burning sensations shot through her, and her mind filled with lewd thoughts and wanton desires-desires she'd never had until a week ago. She didn't try to sort them out in her mind or try to determine the lightness or wrongness of them. She simply reacted, pulling away from his prick and drawing herself up on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
"Butt fuck me," she moaned.
"Yeah, baby!"
Amory rose to his knees with an eager smile. He stared at the round whiteness of her butt, with the sexy cleft that separated the two halves. Resting her cheek on the bed, she reached around to pull her ass cheeks apart. The brown dimple of her ass-hole winked at him above the fleshy flaps of her pussy. He crouched behind her and pressed the bloated tip of his cock to her tightly puckered butt hole.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she cried.
Amory grunted and pushed his cock into the tight orifice. It slowly disappeared between her smooth ass cheeks. Gripping her hips, he began a slow withdrawal and then started pumping into her. He gripped her around the waist while he pumped his hips to her ass and felt the tight walls of her rectum against the sensitive head of his cock. Renata braced herself as his motion sped up and his hips began slamming against her ass.
"Fuck me," she crooned. "Fuck my nasty ass, screw my butt. Oh, yes, yes, cum in my bottom!"
She reached between her legs and feathered her fingers lightly over her clit.
The tight clutch on Amory's cock made his mind swirl. His heart pounded as he drove into her ass. Their juices had spread, and fucking her ass-hole had become almost as easy as screwing her cunt. Only it was tighter. Driving him wild with frenzy. His hips slapped against her buttocks as the pressure built and his balls strained for yet another climax while her moans became louder and more intense. And then it was too much, and he released a hot load of cum into her bowels.
"Yes! Yes!" she shouted, feeling the liquid heat wind through her rectum. Her fingers rubbed her clit hard until her love bud fired and her cunt convulsed around a nonexistent cock. "Oh, God, baby," he groaned, pumping cum into her ass.
Renata squealed and rolled her ass around his cock while ecstasy flooded her. She coaxed forth every drop of man cream his balls were able to deliver. "Damn, baby!" he gasped as his prick shriveled and lost its penetrating power. He gave her still-quivering butt cheek a stinging slap that brought her back to her senses. "You're all right!"
"Mmmmm," she cooed, pleased with herself as she dropped back down to the mattress. She sat up with a groan and reached for her dress. "What happens now?" she asked.
"Just play it cool, baby," he said with a grin, giving one of her orgasm-hardened nipples a pinch. "I'll get in touch with you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next several days, everyone Renata greeted seemed to be middle-aged couples and retirees who were destined to be pillars of the community and staunch proponents of eliminating the "X" from sex.
She heard nothing from Amory, and she decided she had simply been used. But she didn't mind. After all, she had done some "using" herself. It had been silly, anyway, to think that she had a future as a movie star-even in porno flicks. Especially in porno flicks! She had never actually seen one, but if the sample she'd seen on the TV screen in the motel room had been any indication, the job took talents that she had only begun to perfect.
But she hadn't heard the last of the photographer named Amory. The following Wednesday, while calling on a couple in their early twenties, who were still unpacking and settling into a modest bungalow, she glanced to the side of the sofa where she was sitting and saw a stack of videos. The picture of the busty blonde on front is what caught her eye, but it was the caption that made her gasp.
"Three Bimbos and a John," she read slowly, picking up the cartridge. "A film by Amory Hanks."
Bambi, the young wife, quickly took the video from her hands. "That's one of Eugene's movies," she said hastily. "Eugene, I told you to put these things away!"
Eugene sputtered an apology as he hurried to put the video, and a stack of others, out of sight.
"Oh, that's all right," said Renata, trying to assuage their embarrassment. "It's just that I know dear Amory."
The young husband looked down at the video in his hands. "Amory Hanks? You know the man who made this movie?"
"Why, yes." Renata smiled. "Occasionally, I do some things for him."
The young couple stared at her, obviously impressed. "What kind of things?" asked Bambi.
"Oh, a film every now and then."
"You're a porno star?"
"Well, not actually a star," she said with a modest smile, "but sometimes when they need a fresh, uninhibited talent.. . "
The young woman stared at her in surprise. "My! You must have had a wild youth."
"Youth? Oh, dear me, no. I used to be so prim and proper. I did my latest work for dear Amory, why, just a few days ago."
"Here?" It was Eugene's turn to be shocked. "In this town? They shoot porno movies right here in this town?"
"Oh, no, no," Renata said quickly, remembering her loyalty to her employers. "I had to go out of town for the filming." Eugene and Bambi both gathered closer to Renata, intrigued by her self-proclaimed notoriety. "How did you get into porno films?" asked Bambi.
"I was discovered," Renata replied cryptically.
"Lucky you," the young woman said, obviously envious. "It must be nice to have big tits."
"Well, yes, Amory does have an eye for tits" Renata said, eyeing the young woman's modest bust critically.
"Bambi sucks a good cock," her husband interjected proudly. "Surely that counts for something."
"Why, yes," said Renata, remembering the TV scene, "that is a desirable talent."
The young woman's eyes lit up expectantly. "Do you think someone like me would have a chance?"
Renata studied the young wife and a sly smile came over her face. "I'd have to see your body, of course. Naked.. . "
Bambi gulped. "I see."
"And see you run through an orgasm.. . "
The young woman turned a deep crimson.
"How about me?" asked her husband. "Aren't they always looking for studs?"
"He's really quite good," his wife gushed.
Renata leveled a stare at Bambi. Her pulse had begun to pound. "And just how would you feel watching your husband make love to another woman?"
The young woman caught her breath. "I really don't know." Renata smiled sweetly and stood up. She began to unbutton her dress. "There's really only one way to find out. Come on, get undressed."
Without waiting for their agreement, Renata kicked off her shoes and started pulling her dress over her head. She was standing before them in her bra and panties before either of them had made a move. "Come on," she chided as she unhooked her bra and tossed it away. Her nipples instantly erected as she caught the interest in Eugene's attentive eyes. Taking her tits in her hands, she winked at him and said, "Won't you join me?"
The young husband turned his eyes from her tits to the shocked face of his wife. "Why not?" he said as he shed his shirt and unzipped his pants.
"You, too," Renata clucked, encouraging the wife to remove her own clothing.
The young woman's hands shook as she slowly stripped down to her bra and panties. And then, those garments disappeared to reveal a body that was nicely proportioned and youthfully trim. Her breasts were not as large as Renata's, but they were plump handfuls of creamy flesh with cute little pink, puckered nipples. She had full hips and a thick bush of dark pubic curls that filled the vee of her legs. Noting Renata's look of approval, the short-haired brunette relaxed and her eyes took on a playful twinkle.
Renata turned to Eugene whose long cock was now hanging free. It was long and thin, and slightly darker in color than the hairless thighs that framed it. His scrotum was a tight, double-lobed bulge behind it.
"You're a handsome couple," she complimented the pair.
"D-do you think we have what it takes?" asked Bambi.
"We'll soon find out," Renata replied cheerfully. "What now?" Eugene sounded game for anything. "Well, Bambi, darling, why don't you get your husband nice and hard so that he can fuck me."
"A fluffer," said Eugene. "I beg your pardon?"
"Isn't that what they call the girls who keep the porno stars hard off camera? Fluffers?"
Renata chuckled. "Why, yes. Darling, do you think you could fluff your husband up?"
The young woman looked at her husband and grinned. "Sure. How do you want me to do it?"
"Thrill me."
"like in the movies," said her husband.
The young woman was shy, at first, as she moved toward her husband. Rubbing her tits against his chest, she stretched up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. Her hand dropped between his legs to fondle his cock while her kiss rose the hair on the back of his neck. His prick slowly expanded, becoming long and thick. Blue veins bulged from the shaft as it took on a deep purple hue. A clear drop of pre-cum seeped from its tip.
"Suck it," Renata encouraged. "Go on, let me see if you can suck that tasty thing as well as your husband says you can."
The girl was into it now, and she didn't hesitate to follow Renata's command. She knelt between her husband's legs and stretched the long spike of his prick aside so that she could lick his balls, one at a time.
Eugene turned his face upward and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as his wife worked over his balls. The muscles in his belly quivered when Bambi drew his swollen cock deep into her throat and her head began to bob over it. She fingered his balls while she stroked and sucked, and heat flared in the loins of the watching woman.
"Oohhhh, God, baby!" Eugene groaned deeply while his fingers combed through his wife's short curls, urging her head closer to his crotch. "Ohhhh, suck my cock!"
The two were really getting into it, ignoring her and almost forgetting that she was there. And Renata didn't want that. "Okay," she said, interrupting them. "Don't go too far. Remember, he's got to fuck me."
Eugene pushed his wife away. "We'd better get it over with before I cum."
The young woman moved aside and her husband advanced toward Renata. Lust flared in his eyes.
"You did a good job of fluffing," Renata said, backing away slightly, alarmed by the intensity of the young man's arousal. He stopped before her and swallowed heavily, staring at her big tits. He reached out to squeeze one of her ripe pink nipples. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
"He-likes big tits," his wife said sadly in the background.
"Tits are tits," said Renata.
He ignored their exchange and kneaded her tits, their billowy softness overflowing his hands. "You're all excited," he told her.
"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Yes.. .watching your wife fluff up that big cock of yours has keyed me up."
Eugene dropped his mouth to lick one of her swollen nipples. Renata moaned pleasantly. "Mmmmm! Yes! Suck my tits," she murmured. "You're lucky to have a husband who enjoys tits so," she said, bringing the other woman into their intimacy and making it a threesome.
"Yes, he is good at that," the younger woman said, scratching the hard buds of her own nipples.
Renata lifted her tits and offered each in turn to Eugene's appreciative mouth. He sucked and nibbled on the tips and licked the wide, swollen circles that surrounded them. She pushed more and more of the tender flesh into his hungry mouth as her excitement multiplied.
"Suck them!" she hissed, coiling her hands around his neck and pulling him close. "Suck my tits!"
Eugene obliged, chewing on her fat nipples and squeezing them like ripe cherries against the roof of his mouth, trying to make them burst. Renata's vision glazed as the sensations he roused poured through her body, rousing her yearnings.
She reached down with a trembling hand and found his cock. She rubbed its head into the fur at the base of her belly and opened her stance so she could press it against her cunt lips. "Darling," she gasped, "I want your big prick.. . "
He pulled his face from her tits and looked at his wife, his face strained with want. "Bambi.. . "
"Go ahead," she said with a soft sigh. "Fuck her. You're already done everything but."
He lowered Renata to the floor. There was no carpet, just bare hardwood. It was initially cool against her back and made her shiver. Her nipples tightened even more. She spread her legs as he knelt between them, and the huge mounds of her breasts shifted to the sides, distended by their weight. She lifted her head to look between them and thrilled as she saw his big, throbbing prick moving toward her.
She gasped when the thick head split her, then sighed softly as it slid into her. He reached for her big tits and used them for handles as he drove his dick home. She panted and moaned as he began stroking.
It was pure sensation; it was sweet delight. Tears of joy came to her eyes as his slick prick slid in and out of her liquid depths, plugging her like a piston.
She began bucking up at him as her passion intensified. Excitement bubbled in her belly as flesh slapped against flesh, sending ripples through her body. Her head tossed and her hair flailed against the polished surface of the floor.
It was a big cock. It was a hard cock. It was a wondrously masculine staff of excitement indulging her senses.
"Ohhhh, darling!" she screamed, trying to dig her fingers into the wooden floor. "Ohhhh, you wonderful man! Fuck me! Make me cum!"
"Ungh!" he grunted, with his eyes squeezed shut. "Ahhhh-ungh!" Each hard drive pushed them both closer to orgasm. With her legs drawn up on the couch, his wife sucked her thumb as she watched, her eyes wide, her mind numbed. Renata choked out a gasp as the muscles in her belly tightened.
Eugene stiffened. His ass twitched and his prick released a stream of cum inside her cunt. He grimaced and grunted as his lean body hunched back, then jerked again.
"Yesss," Renata wheezed through clenched teeth, letting go as her tension snapped. A huge spasm of pleasure wracked her body, matching the intensity of her fuck partner's mind-blowing excitement.
With their bodies bucking and jerking, the pair rolled on the floor.. .until the excitement left them, fading as fast as it had flared.
"Wow!" said Eugene, lifting his body off her.
She chuckled happily. "Yes, wow.. . " She turned to his wife, who was still sitting on the couch, sucking her thumb in a daze. "Go to her," Renata whispered.
Eugene settled beside his wife and put his arms around her. She stared up at him. "You made her cum.. . "
"Yes, he did," Renata said, scooting over to sit on the floor before them. "Your husband is a very good fuck."
Eugene didn't let her respond. His mouth covered hers. It took a moment, but her arms slowly folded around his back. The kiss progressed, and Renata watched enviously as his prick stiffened into a long, hard erection again. He eased her back gently on the couch, and her legs spread to cradle him.
"Ohhh, Eugene.. . "
"I love you, baby."
Renata marveled as she heard the young husband seduce his wife. She had heard the same words many times herself. Words of endearment, pleadings for fulfillment, promises of fidelity-they came so easily to a man's lips and they were so welcome to a woman's ears.
Renata was no longer content to just sit and watch while another couple made love. She had to be a part of things. When Eugene lifted his hips over his wife's body, Renata slipped her hand between them to grasp his prick and guide it to the lips of Bambi's cunt. The feel of the woman's warm hand around his cock sent an extra shiver of excitement through Eugene. He had never been in a lovefest with two women before. He'd never thought Bambi would go for such a thingGod! He reacted with a shudder to the fiery sensation as the hot, wet lips of his wife's passion canal closed around the head of his dick.
Bambi hissed. Her thighs clutched his hips for a moment, then dropped to the sides. Her fingers dug into the cushions as Eugene shoved forward with a grunt and pushed the whole of his stout staff into her steamy twat.
"What a lovely couple you two make," Renata murmured in an admiring voice. Her hand moved over Bambi's warm flesh, caressing her belly and thighs and feeling the girl's muscles flex as her body wrestled with the thickness that plundered her loins. When neither of the two protested her interference, she moved her fingertips farther down, touched Eugene's moving rod for a moment, then tickled behind the tight sac of his balls. Eugene grunted and pressed forward, catching her hand in the tight junction of their crotches. Bambi's cunt lips were warm and wet; his cock, slick and hard.
"Your husband's got a really nice cock," she whispered, bringing her lips close to Bambi's ear. "A really, really nice one."
Bambi winced and groaned. Her hips had begun to move, weaving slowly around her husband's plunging cock.
"I'll bet she's tight."
"Yeah!" Eugene gasped. "A real delight to fuck."
Renata slipped the tip of her tongue into Bambi's ear.
Bambi whimpered as her body writhed and bounced against the soft cushions.
Renata pushed her head right between their bodies and started sucking on Bambi's tits. The small mounds were as firm as a pair of tennis balls; her nipples, long and hard.
Bambi screeched with excitement.
Eugene fucked rapidly, stuffing his hard prick into his wife's hot, wet vagina over and over again.
"Fuck her," Renata murmured, sucking and licking Bambi's pert tits. "Give your pretty wife all you've got. Make her cum. Make her cum good."
"Yes, yes!" the girl cried. "Make me cum!"
The threesome worked in unison. Bambi rolled her hips and moaned steadily as her excitement rose. Eugene grunted with each powerful stroke of his cock. Renata moved her hand freely between their bodies, touching, tweaking, stroking. Sensing that the building pressure was just about to burst in an explosion of massive proportions, she stretched her hand down over Bambi's stomach to rub her clit.
"Oooooh!" gasped the girl.
"Cum," Renata murmured to the fucking couple. "Cum big."
"Eeeiiiieeeaaa!"
Bambi lurched upward as her body convulsed. The pressure around his cock was all it took to send Eugene's head spinning. His cock lurched and burst, sending searing white heat surging into his wife's pussy.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Bambi cried.
Eugene clenched his teeth and worked rapidly, trying to get as much life as he could out of his fast-emptying prick. Their juices mixed and oozed out of Bambi's clutching love tunnel. The slick lather turned into a frothy foam that caught in their pubic curls.
Too soon, his potency faded. She sighed, and he let out a long groan. Renata stole some juices from Bambi's cunt, then slid her hand between her own legs.
"Oohhhh, yeah!" she purred softly as she spread the lips of her cunt wide and slipped her fingers in to stroke the slick inner walls. Then she rubbed her clit. Her eyes fluttered as pleasure flowed through her.
Suddenly, she was wrapped in the clutches of another orgasm. She trembled, her body pulsing along with her vagina, and the excitement rolled over her in waves.
When she was able to open her eyes again, she found the other couple had been watching her intensely. All three smiled at each other.
"Well, now," Renata said, drawing herself up primly, "at this point, I suppose I really should say welcome to our town."
Eugene grinned at her. "Are all the ladies in town as friendly as you?"
"Some are." She winked at Bambi. "We have some really friendly guys, too."
Bambi chuckled. "I think we're going to like it here."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bill took Renata to the movies. It had been such a long time since she had done anything like that and it made her feel young again. They had shared popcorn and held hands over the armrest that separated their seats. And he hadn't tried anything funny with her. They had just had a pleasant time together.
When he started the car after the show, he turned to her and asked, "My place or yours?"
"Do you have to ask?" she replied, surprised that she could still blush about such things.
He chuckled and reached across the seat. His big hand pushed back her skirt and stroked her thigh. It was the first overtly sexual move he had made all evening long, and it sent a thrill through her body. She moved closer to him as they drove the short distance to his house through the quiet streets.
She automatically went to make coffee, feeling as comfortably at home in his place as she did her own. He sat at the kitchen table and watched her. There was no hurried rush, no feverish hanky-panky this time. Renata felt just a little disappointed.
"How did you feel when your divorce became final?" he asked her as she handed him a cup of coffee.
"Free," she said, sitting across the table from him. "And elated."
"My divorce becomes final in a couple of weeks," he went on, staring into his coffee. He looked back up at her. "Do you think you'll ever get married again?"
She thought for a moment, sensing that there was more to his question than idle curiosity. "I might, but not on the same conditions as I did the first time. I've changed."
"How so?"
"I don't think I could ever be a one-man woman again, Bill," she said softly. "Never?"
"Well, perhaps eventually. But I've been too good too long. I want to enjoy a few more wild years before settling down."
Bill turned the coffee cup in his hand. "I've had my wild fling," he said. "It cost me my wife." Then he looked back up at her. "I didn't know you were playing around."
"The subject never came up." She could see the disappointment in his eyes, and she felt sorry for him. "I suppose we both have our secrets."
"No, no secrets with me."
"Do you really feel that you have to possess a woman, fully and completely?"
"I just always assumed that was the way it works."
"Not in today's world."
"I guess I'm just an old fool."
She reached across and touched his hand. "No, Bill. You're neither old, nor a fool. I'm sorry."
"Just so's you know, I hate sharing you," he said, swallowing his pride to make the admission. There was a slight quiver in his smile. "But tonight, at least, you're mine."
She rose and gave him her hand. "Tonight, darling, I'm all yours," she said sweetly, stepping close to him.
Slowly, the sparkle returned to his eyes, and he led her to his bedroom. With nothing else stopping them, they gave in to their desire. His arms enfolded her and their lips pressed together.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, rubbing her belly against his while their tongues wound together and he sucked hungrily at her mouth. Deep down inside, she knew that if she ever did settle down with another man, this would be the kind of man she wanted. His cock was already hard, pressing to her through their clothing, and her pussy lips fluttered in anticipation.
She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hands in to run them over his heavily-haired, muscular chest.
"Let's get undressed," she whispered softly.
"Sure thing."
She let him work down the zipper at the back of her dress. She stepped out of the dress and tossed it aside, then turned back toward him.
His eyes gleamed as he stared at her. A sheer white bra covered her breasts and her cunt was hidden by flimsy white panties.
"Renata, you've got a body that could put a movie star to shame," he whispered.
She tittered. "Thank you." If he only knew!
His eyes watched her every moment as she slipped out of her bra and panties.
"You're more than I deserve," he breathed, admiring her naked figure.
"Don't sell yourself short, Bill, darling," she purred softly as she helped slip his T-shirt over his head. "I'm with you because I want to be, not because I have to."
His eyes narrowed. "You've had other offers?"
"Of course."
"Shit!"
She chuckled.
"If I ever catch another bastard laying a hand on you," he said as he shed his pants, "I'll."
"You don't own me, Bill."
"Shit!" he mumbled again.
Renata ended the conversation by reaching over and pulling down his shorts. "Oh, my!" she breathed when she saw the hard shaft with its swollen purple head lurch out toward her. "You really ought to have this thing registered as a dangerous weapon, darling."
A chuckle rumbled deep in his belly and his cock bounced. "I want to suck it," she whispered softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching toward it.
"Oh, yeah, baby. My balls have been aching for you all day long. Suck it, baby. Suck it."
"Ahhhhhh, yes." Her mouth opened and slipped over the rounded knob of his cock. Her tongue swirled around it. "Bill, darling," she mumbled around it, "you taste so sweet."
Her lips slid up and down the stretched rod, making it slick with saliva from the base to the crown. He grunted and slowly began to weave, pumping his cock into her face.
"Suck it," he groaned. His fingers curled into her champagne tresses while her tongue swirled around his mouth-stroking hardness. The passion he had been restraining all through the evening flared into brightness.
Renata gripped his hips while she bobbed her head over his shaft. She loved the feel of the hot cock stretching her lips, its rubbery-hard head tickling her palate before plugging her throat. Her tongue detected the pulsing in the bulging veins, and her own blood flow took on a matching rhythm. "Oh, baby, I'm going to cum," he groaned, his motion becoming more frantic.
Renata took a firm grim on his hips and steeled herself. Closing her mouth around his cock, she sucked strongly.
"Yeah, baby! Here it goes!" He groaned and his cock jerked. Thick, hot juices splattered the back of her throat. Renata gulped down the flood as fast as it was released. Spurt after spurt of liquid fire careened down her throat. She sucked and swallowed, intensifying her efforts as his strength flagged. When he drew away from her, she took a final deep breath and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
"That was a nice start, darling," she purred, looking up at him with a sweet smile.
He shook his head and reached down with his fist to whip his prick back to hardness. "Baby, I don't know what it is with you, but when I was married, a blast like that was about as much as I could muster in any one night. But, with you.. . "
"What about with me?" she coaxed with a naughty smile.
"With you, I could go on all night long."
She chuckled and lay back on the bed. "Now, don't go getting my hopes up for things you can't deliver."
"Honey, if I don't deliver, I'll die trying."
His massive cock bounced and swayed as he crawled onto the bed and pushed her legs apart. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wide. He paused with his prick in his hand to stare at the gaping maw of her cunt splayed before him.
"God, baby! That's got to be one of the wonders of the world!" He pressed the head of his prick to her opening and pressed forward with a husky grunt.
"Yes," she cooed. "Yesss, yessss!" Her hips rolled, twirling around his shaft as it penetrated her.
"Can't you keep you ass still?" he panted, trying to keep the needle threaded while it bucked and weaved.
"Am I too much for you? Maybe you need to get some old woman with a creaky cunt-"
"Fuck you!" He tried to still her movements with a hard lunge.
"Argh! Yes!" She humped upward, then settled on the bed and curled her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. She let him do the work, savoring the feel of his stiff cock moving through her, its hard head plunging to the mouth of her womb. Her cunt lips stretched wide, and his cock hair tickled their sensitive surfaces each time he pressed deeply into her. Her breathing quickened, and her tummy muscles quivered.
"Oh, Bill, that's so good," she moaned. "Oh, my God, my God."
Bill felt the heat grow in his balls as he pumped in and out of her hot, wet sex channel. The tight grip of her cunt around his cock made his head spin, and her cries of excitement fueled his desire to please her.
"Renata, baby, you're a helluva woman," he said, plunging into her with a husky groan. "A helluva of woman!"
Renata was in ecstasy. With her legs locked around his waist, she was moving again, hanging from his body and rolling around him between strokes. The shudders that wracked her body were becoming heavier and more rhythmical. With their bodies joined at the core, they became one pulsing being, buzzing with excitement. Suddenly, she swung her legs wide and dug her heels into the bed. She arched upward with a screech.
Bill felt the first wave of her orgasm as it rippled through her body and her cunt clutched around him.
His own prick lurched and sent a charge of cum shooting into her. The pair lost all control and bounced and jerked against each other.
His hips rammed into hers as his cock spouted, and her crotch twisted and twirled around him as her cunt contracted rhythmically and milked his balls. The sounds of passion reverberated from the walls of the room while their straining bodies worked feverishly to exhaust their passion.
They collapsed into each other's arms, cuddling close and running their hands over each other's body. "Baby, you're a wonderful woman."
"You just like me because I'm a good fuck," she said, glowing from the compliment.
"No," he said, "it's more than that."
Then, he kissed her. And it was a beautiful kiss, full of meaning, as their spent bodies stretched together. If there was ever a time for love words, it was now. But she held her tongue, and so did he. And the moment passed.
Then he was sliding down her body. His thinly whiskered cheeks rubbed against the sides of her tits as he kissed between them and downward. His kisses circled her navel, then his tongue teased the deep dimple. Her belly quivered. His lips continued downward. She held her breath.
"Oohhh, Bill, darling! Eat me, honey! Please! Eat my pussy! Ohhh-" She gasped when she felt his tongue sweep over the swollen lips of her cum-sodden cunt.
He took his time, thrilling her as his tongue cleaned a swathe around her puffy cunt lips. Then his tongue moved into her split, scooping up and slurping away the heady mixture of cum and cunt juices that oozed from the opening. The taste of him and her combined had an intoxicating effect on him, and he covered her cunt with his mouth and sucked down deep gulps of the sexy cream.
His tongue began wiggling in her, wiping her inner walls clean. Then it pulled out and pushed aside the flaring hood that protected the hard little shaft of her clit. Her hips jerked upward as his tongue flicked gently over the sensitive nubbin. Her cunt lips twitched.
"Darling, that's so good," she cooed. "Wonderful!"
Her hips began to grind. Bill licked and stroked. Fresh juices began to stream from her opening, and her sexy aroma deepened, becoming more earthy and feminine. Bill knew that his tongue was connecting directly with her emotions. She reacted to each tiny flick of his tongue tip, crying out and jerking against him. He could actually feel the pleasure flowing through her as her thighs tightened against his cheeks and heat rose from her cunthole.
"Aaargghhh! Oh, darling!" she moaned in ecstasy as her hips began to jump and jerk out of control.
Her orgasm began as a buzzing in her clit that rippled through her cunt and sent a shudder rolling through her body. Again her clit pulsed, her cunt convulsed, and her body jerked. And again. And again.
While she yelped and thrashed, Bill hugged her hips to his face with his mouth plastered against her cunt. Her juices gushed and he licked them away, his own prick hardening at the exotic taste.
Bill held her thrashing hips to his face and tasted her sweet cum as it flowed onto his tongue, He licked it all up. When her shudders had passed, he raised his head and looked up at her through the valley between her outwardly splayed tits. "Say when," he said.
"When?"
He grinned. "When you've had enough."
"Had enough?" She grunted huskily. "Fuck you! You said you were going to do this all night long!"
Taking charge, she tightened her thighs around his ribs and rolled over, ending up on top. Sitting up on his chest, she looked down at him with a saucy grin. "If it's too much for you, darling, I'll take over for a while."
"Oh, shit, baby," he groaned. "You're going to kill me, Renata."
"Is your insurance paid up?"
"Hell, yes! And my ex-wife is still my beneficiary."
She chuckled, rubbing her cunt over his chest. "Maybe she'll be a rich woman in the morning."
"Shit!"
Something bumped against her ass cheek-something big and strong. She reached around behind and was pleased to find his massive cock standing straight and tall once again. She wasted no time hitching herself up and capturing it.
"Ohhh, God," he breathed as she slowly settled on his cock. "Mmmmm," she purred, enjoying the sensation of his fullness splitting her.
She tossed her head, throwing her long tresses over her shoulders, and leaned over, dangling her tits across his face. He groaned as she pushed a nipple toward his lips. He sucked it to hardness, then she shifted, giving him her other breast.
"You sure picked up a nice technique someplace," she said, her tits tingling as he drew on their tips. She was motionless, holding his prick captive in her cunt, but she could feel his length twitch inside her as he sucked on her tits.
"I sure didn't learn it with my ex," he said, grabbing a handful of her dangling tit flesh so he could lick all around the wide oval of her nipple. "She was flat-chested."
"Poor baby," she cooed, rising an inch on his cock and settling again. "I'll bet she never fucked you, either-" she said, and made another short stroke, "like this."
He chuckled. "No. Her lawyer fucked me, but she never did."
"Mmmmmm.. .well, I'm gonna fuck you, darling. I'm gonna fuck you big." She had no idea what brought the words to her mouth-words she had never uttered before. Or what brought the kinky desires that sparked her actions. She was simply reacting-responding without inhibitions to urges from deep in her soul. "I'm gonna make you cum, sweetie," she promised. "I'm gonna make you cum until your balls are as hard and dry as raisins and your cock is a limp noodle." The threat brought laughter to her lips, and her thighs began to swirl around his midsection.
Bill kneaded and sucked her tits while her cunt worked on his cock. It was an intense thrill, effortless enjoyment, that quickly had his head awash in sexual fantasies. Pictures of every big-titted woman he had ever desired flashed before his eyes. But then they all faded, leaving only the image of one to fill his senses. And she did that, this wonderfully sexy woman, completely dominating his emotions with her flexing, smooth-flowing body.
Suddenly, Renata pulled her tits away and bent her head to his mouth. "Do you love me, darling?" she whispered, her cunt weaving around his prick. "Huh?"
"Yes!"
She kissed him as her vagina collapsed in a squeezing orgasm that caused his prick to burst in a blare of excitement.
CHAPTER NINE
The Campersons were a special project. He manufactured ball bearings or something and was considering the city as a location for his new plant. While the Chamber of Commerce was working with him, the group had asked Renata to take care of his wife. "Take her to tea or something," they had suggested.
As soon as she saw they couple, Renata knew that the Chamber had their work cut out for them. Paul Camperson had the rugged, confident look of a man who would be equally at home on the golf course as in a board room. And his wife, Donna.. .well, she definitely wasn't a small-town housewife.
In fact, Donna didn't look like a housewife at all. She looked more like a trophy-a rich man's plaything. Blonde, she wore a short black dress, black net stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. Her tits were ample, and her dress was cut low in front to give a generous glimpse of creamy white cleavage. A black choker served as an upper frame for the sexy view. The skirt was so short that when she sat in Renata's car, it pulled back far enough to reveal an inch of untanned thigh above her tight black stocking tops.
The woman displayed little interest as Donna showed her around the city. "There's not much to do in a place like this, is there?" she asked with a yawn.
"It's a quiet town," Renata admitted. "We're sometimes called a bedroom community."
"A bedroom community?" The woman's interest picked up. "Sounds risqu'!"
Renata laughed. "Hardly that. It means the husbands are off working in the city by day and only home at night."
"And the women?"
"Half of them work, too."
"like yourself.. . "
"Oh, I would hardly call this work."
"Are you married?"
"Divorced."
The other woman's eyes swept over Renata's figure. "A woman like you must.. .get around."
"Oh, I do, darling," Renata said with a smile.
Donna's smile widened. "Good! I was afraid you were a prude, showing me all those churches and things. Let's see the sleazy part of town."
The request took Renata by surprise. "We.. .don't have any sleazy part-"
"How about that little bar we passed, with all the motorcycles parked in front?"
"My God! If we go in there we'll get laid!"
The blonde woman twisted in her seat. "I think it's back this way.. . "
The place was dark and smelled of stale cigarette smoke. An occasional stream of sunlight pierced the window coverings to reveal the dust motes in the air and the layered grime that spotted the tables. At night, none of that would be visible, and in the day, it would blur after the first beer.
A half-dozen men in work clothes sat around the bar, nursing the suds, and two guys in leather motorcycle jackets were playing pool. They all turned to watch as Renata and Donna entered.
The women chose a table. A man got up from a barstool and came over toward them. "Can I get you ladies what you want?" he asked.
The blonde's eyes looked him over from top to bottom. He was wearing a tight T-shirt and faded jeans. The button-fly packed a huge bulge. "It looks like you might be able to," she said with a sexy smile.
One of the leather-jacketed guys from the pool table moved in and kicked a chair out with his foot. "Set 'em up, Marty," he said as he sat down. "I'm buyin'. "
"Sure, Ed."
"I'm Ed," he told the woman. "What's up? Lookin' for action?"
"Could be," said Donna.
He reached over and ran his hand over the exposed white portion at the top of her thigh. "You've come to the right place."
"Save it," Donna said firmly, pushing his hand away, "until I've had a drink."
The first man came back with a pitcher of beer and joined them, settling in the seat next to Renata. The claims had been staked, and no one else in the room challenged them. Renata looked at her man and was satisfied. He was big and burly. Ed looked more like a weasel, but Donna didn't seem to mind.
"What kinda music you like?" the weasel asked.
"You got any Travis Tritt?" answered Donna.
"Come on," he said, tugging at her hand. "I'll play the jukebox. Let's dance."
A minute later, the plaintive sound of country music filled the air.
"Haven't I seen you around town?" the big man asked her. He had shifted closer to her, and her senses perked at the scent of Old Spice and perspiration.
"Probably. I live here."
"So, what brings you here now?"
She explained her role as the community greeter.
"Oh, and I thought you had just gotten horny."
She stared at the bulge in his pants, then back up into his eyes. "Darling, I'm always horny."
"Mama, you've come to the right place," he said, sliding a hand under her skirt to the top of her thigh.
Renata didn't push him away like Donna had her man. Instead, she held out her empty mug and said, "Fill me up."
On the tiny dance floor before the jukebox, the blonde was snuggled tightly to the leather-jacketed stud, weaving to a rhythm that had nothing to do with the music coming from the jukebox. His hands were under her short skirt, clutching her ass cheeks, and pulling her against his hardened cock bulge.
"Baby, let's go someplace," he whispered into her ear.
"Why?"
"I want to screw you."
"Why not right here?"
She pushed away from him, took his hand, then led him to a booth in a dark corner of the barroom. As she scooted into the seat, she reached up under her skirt and stripped down her panties. Then she settled with her back in the corner and one foot drawn up against the back of the seat. The other stayed on the floor. Her dress pulled up and her pussy was nicely displayed.
"Jeez!" Ed exclaimed. He leaned over her and stuck his tongue in her mouth. His fingers played in her pussy.
In the main part of the bar, Marty was offering his hand to Renata to help her up. She was hot and his dick was hard. "Come on," he said gruffly, "I'll show you around."
Around meant the back room. It was a cozy place, one room with a couch, a TV set, and a bed. The sounds from the barroom faded when the door shut behind them. The bed was rumpled, but the sheets looked clean.
Marty moved up behind her and kissed her neck. His smell was stronger now, an intoxicating scent that was heavily masculine. Only the beat from the jukebox penetrated the walls, not the words. She wondered if Donna was okay. After all, she was responsible for the woman. But that concern quickly faded. She was turned on by the atmosphere, turned on by the risk she was taking with a strange man in a strange place.
Marty's lips were warm on her skin, kissing up and down the side of her neck. His hands slid around to fondle her tits through the thin material of her blouse. She leaned back against his warm body as his long fingers stroked her.
"Big tits," he said softly. "Nice tits.. . "
"Mmmmmm," she purred, her tits warming as his skillful hands fondled and squeezed them. Her nipples hardened and tingled. She had been afraid at first, worried that he would be harsh and rush her. But despite his rough masculinity, he was a gentle lover. Her fears eased as her blood warmed.
She exhaled and closed her eyes, letting her body go lax against his. A tremble shook her as she felt his hard-on press against her ass cheeks, his stiff cock fitting into the valley that separated the round globes. He moved against her, grinding his loins against her buttocks and his hard belly against her back.
"Undress me," she choked.
"Sure, baby," he replied, rubbing his whiskery cheek against her neck. His arms squeezed her tightly as he reached around and started unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She tingled as she felt his fingers touch her bare skin. While he slipped away her blouse, she unhooked her skirt and let it slide down her legs to the floor. She trembled as she stepped out of it, undressing for a strange man in a strange place. She was committed, now.. .there was no turning back. Oh, how she had changed in the past few weeks.
Marty remained standing behind her. She could see herself in the mirror over the dresser, standing in her bra and pantyhose with his arms arm circling her. The dark patch of her pubic bush stood out vividly through the sheer nylon.
Marty didn't rush it. He kissed her shoulder while his hands kneaded her breasts. His fingertips found her nipples through the thin lace of her bra and pinched them, making her gasp and moan softly. Enchanting waves of erotic delight warmed her and left her tingling all over.
Finally, he unhooked her bra. Her tits swung free for a moment, then his hands covered them and lifted them. His fingertips explored the fleshy surfaces and tickled her nipples. Her excitement rising, she wiggled back against his stiff prick. He let out a startled gasp. "Fuck, baby," he said, "let's get to it."
She chuckled. "Yes, darling, let's do."
He tugged her pantyhose down over her hips and thighs. The backs of his fingers slid along her legs as he drew the nylon down and slipped it off her feet. When he rose again, the juxtaposition of their figures in the mirror-hers naked and his fully clothed-sent a thrill through her body. She turned to face him.
"You're very beautiful," the big man said, his gaze darting back and forth between her tits and her pubic nest.
"And you?" she said softly.
He smiled and stepped back. Her pulse quickened and she rubbed her breasts as she watched him strip. His chest was broad, his muscles lean. His thick biceps rippled as he moved. Heat flared in her belly when he kicked off his pants and straightened, wearing only a pair of tight-fitting, white shorts that stretched across the tops of his strong thighs. The bulge at the front promised hidden treasures and unimaginable delight. Then Marty stripped down his shorts, and his prick jerked free, springing upward. It was a handsome, long shaft, with a full scrotum-the first uncircumcised penis she had ever seen. A dark mass of fluffy hair surrounded it and feathered upward toward his navel.
"Nice prick," she commented, her throat dry and her pulse pounding. God! Had she ever done that before? Complimented a man on his cock?
He smiled and took his prick in his hand. He stroked it gently, and she watched the foreskin slip back and forth, completely covering, then exposing, the glans. "It works," he said simply.
"I'll bet," she responded with a gulp.
Unable to restrain her curiosity any longer, she reached forward and pushed his hand away so that she could touch his prick. Her fingers curled around the shaft, felt the firmness underlying the loose skin, and slid down to its base.
"May I kiss it?"
"Sure, babe."
She dropped down to her knees before him and pulled his prick toward her mouth. She kissed the very tip and sucked away the tiny drop of lubricant that had oozed from its tip. His male scent filled her nostrils and made her pulse quicken. Wrapping her hand around his balls, she pulled the shaft downward and closed her lips over his cockhead. She started sucking it.
He groaned in pleasure. She thrilled to the feel of the fat, spongy cocktip rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Slowly, she drew more of the penis into her mouth. But with her lips stretched wide, the thick knob was plugging the back of her throat before she could swallow the whole thing. For the first time, she had found a man that was more than she could handle-with her mouth. Her pussy, though, quivered as she considered the challenge.
She started sliding her lips up and down the top half of the shaft. His prick became even harder as she mouth-stroked its immensity, and his hands gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. With a sudden groan, he pushed her away. "That's enough, babe. I want to bury my dick in your box."
"Okay," she agreed breathlessly, standing and backing toward the bed without taking her desire-brightened eyes off his huge, purple, thrusting rod.
He watched as she lay back on the bed and pulled her knees up and back, giving him his first complete view of her juicy pink hole. He scooted between her knees and dropped his head to her crotch. His nose pushed through her pubic hair and he began sucking her sex.
Renata groaned. The touch of his lips splitting her labia was almost enough to send her soaring into orgasm. She wanted it, but she bit her lip, holding back, so that she could savor the spine-tingling anticipation a few moments longer. His tongue felt alive, worming its way between the slick, warm walls, pushing toward her core. Clutching her buttocks, he lifted her toward his jaws so that he could suck and lick her swollen sex lips. She balanced on the precipice for a moment, spun dizzily, then fell over the edge. Her head swirling, she pounded her fist against the mattress and arched upward, grinding her crotch around his slurping mouth. She moaned and groaned through successive waves of excitement, and then collapsed with a long sigh.
He pulled away from her and she panicked, clutching at him and trying to hold him back. "No, no! Don't go!" she exclaimed, staring at his erect organ. It looked even harder now than it had been before.
"Just hold your horses," he said with a chuckle, moving toward the dresser. When he returned a moment later, he was tearing the top off a foil packet.
Oh, God, she thought. Thank goodness! I've got to start paying more attention to that.
She watched as he rolled a condom over his dick. It gave the shaft a red tint when it was stretched tight, and a loose, latex reservoir accentuated the tip.
"Darling, you sure fill that thing nicely," she said, watching his cock wobble as he climbed back on the bed with her. He grunted and pushed her knees back toward her breasts. Her sex gaped wide open. He guided his latex-sheathed prick with his hand, and the head slid easily into her opening.
Her vaginal membranes parted before it as his cockhead descended smoothly toward her center. The latex was unable to keep the heat of his arousal from singing her sensitive inner surfaces. Un-like her mouth, her cunt stretched and accepted his entire length. "Mmmmmm," she purred, digging her fingers into his back as their loins pushed together. "That's magnificent."
"You're tight," he muttered.
Who wouldn't be, with a cock that big stuffed into her!
"God, babe," he said with a groan as his cock began to move in her. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Darling, I don't know," she said, a giddy feeling filling her belly as his long, thick cock stretched her cunt as it had never been stretched before. "But I think I'm going to give you a permanent place on my 'To Do' list!"
"Do that, babe," he said with a grunt, filling her completely again and moving her an inch back on the mattress. She had to fight to keep her position on the bed as he pistoned deep into her channel. His heavy balls banged between her legs, thudding against the sensitive skin than separated her cunthole from her anus. As she became used to his motion, she began wiggling her hips around his stroking rod.
"You're blowing my mind," he told her.
"I'm already senseless!" she gasped.
His slow, deep thrusting turned into shallow, rapid strokes as he tried to keep up with his rising excitement. The bed bounced and their bellies slapped together as the pace increased, driving them both to the peak of pleasure.
When the end came, he threw back his head in a groan and made one last thrust deep into her groin. She felt the pulsing of his prick, but the latex sheath robbed her of the thrill of feeling his lust gushing into her.
But it was enough.
She cried out as the rapture tore through her. She hugged him tightly while convulsions rocked her in waves. Strange man, strange place.. .but a familiar feeling that was ohhh, so wonderful!
They parted quickly when it was over, and she watched him remove the condom and clean himself up while she pulled on her clothes. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching for her purse.
"Huh?"
She searched for some bills in her purse. "Hey! I don't do that for money!"
"Of course you don't." She drew out a twenty and pressed it into his hand. "But, darling, I believe in tipping for good service."
CHAPTER TEN
In the corner of the barroom, the weasel was going strong between Donna's thighs. Only his ass had been bared, his jeans bunched below his hips, and it lifted and fell over her as she stretched back on the bench with one leg curled around his waist while the other foot was anchored firmly to the floor. The music was loud and the corner was dark; no one else seemed to notice their activity.
"Oh, baby," Ed wheezed as he worked the fat tip of his pole in and out between her oozing cunt lips. Donna just hung tight, unable to help in her awkward position. "You've made my day! You're a helluva screw!"
Soft laughter bubbled from the blonde's lips. "Honey, you got a shortage of women in this town?"
"We've got a shortage of women like you," he said with a grunt as he drove the full length of his cock into her tight vagina.
Donna moaned softly as she felt his prick worming through her slick tissues. She tightened her muscles as he drove forward, then relaxed them with a sigh when he slipped back out. "Uuuuhhhggggg.. .ooohhh . . .that's nice, honey.. .that's nice." Ed's cock drove into her again and again, his balls bouncing against her each time his cocktip pinned her ass to the wooden bench. He let out a deep groan and his cock began to jerk inside her. She fought back a scream, tightening the thigh wrapped around him to hold him in position as his juices gushed into her.
"I'm cumming, baby-"
"Yes!"
Suddenly, her tension snapped and her body began pulsing too. The pair worked their groins together for a minute more before he pulled away panting, his cock limp and gooey.
"Go get me something to clean myself up with," she said as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Yeah, sure," he muttered, pulling his shorts and pants back up to cover his bare ass and his mucky crotch.
He hurried in the direction of the rest rooms, but she didn't wait for him. She found a handkerchief in her purse and mopped up the excess from between her legs. Then she balled up the soiled handkerchief and tossed it under the table. It probably would lie there forever, she thought in amusement, adding spice to the musty atmosphere in the corner as it ripened.
Leaving her panties lying on top of the table, she sauntered over to where the men were gathered around the pool table.
No one took their eyes off the action on the table, but it was obvious that they were aware of her from the way their conversation died away as she approached.
"Anyone know what happened to Ed?" someone asked with a snicker.
The man who was getting ready to shoot looked over the top of the cue he was chalking and directly at the blonde in the black dress. "I'd say he got lucky," he said.
"In fact, he got damned lucky," said Donna, moving in to lean against the table. The room quieted and all eyes were on her as she studied the position of the balls on the pool table. "Are you going to make that shot?" she challenged the shooter. "I'd bet a twenty on it."
It was a straight-in shot, but there was a lot of green. "I don't have a twenty."
"You've got that dress," someone chimed in.
"And you," someone else snickered.
"Let's see your twenty," said Donna with a smile.
The shooter laid a twenty dollar bill on the edge of the pool table.
"Can I get in on that?" another asked, timidly adding his bill.
"Me, too!"
"Anybody else?" Donna asked, looking around the circle of eager spectators.
A fourth twenty appeared.
"How about you?" she asked the one remaining man.
"I don't know.. .."
"Come on, Dave."
"But the broad don't have no money."
"You stupid fool!"
Donna chuckled and turned back toward the pool table. She positioned herself behind the corner pocket, across the length of the table from where the man was preparing to shoot, and leaned over. The loose top of her dress dipped low, giving him almost a complete view of her tits.
The shooter caught his breath. "Are you trying to distract me?"
"I'm giving you incentive," she said with an inviting smile. "I don't want your money."
"Take your time, Rusty," a watcher advised. "Don't let her rattle you."
"Yeah, Rusty. There's a lot riding on this one."
The stick flicked against the cue ball, it clicked against the ball in the center of the table, then both started rolling toward the pocket in the corner. The lead ball dropped in with a clunk. The cue ball continued toward the pocket, rolling slowly. There was a collective sigh, and then a groan as it hung on the edge.
Donna flipped it away with her finger just as it started to tumble into the pocket. "That was close," she said with a smile. "This must be your lucky day."
Everyone started talking excitedly.
"Would you hold my purse?" she asked, handing it to the one man who had not joined in the bet. Moving into the open, she reached down for the bottom of her skirt and inched it upward. The tops of her black stockings appeared, and then the smooth white flesh of her thighs above them. Pulling her skirt up around her waist, she uncovered the springy curls of her snatch.
"Shit!" someone exclaimed. "Wow! Look at that."
"Good God.. . "
The sexy bulge of her belly appeared, and then her bulky tits were exposed. They bounced as she wiggled her dress off over her head and shook her blonde hair free.
Naked, she picked up the bills that lay on the table and walked around the circle returning them to their wide-eyed owners. "I guess I lost," she with an exaggerated pout as she returned the final twenty to the man who had made the shot.
"Naw, honey," he said, putting his pool cue aside and pulling the naked woman into his arms. "I think we all won." She stretched up on tiptoe to give him a kiss, and then started to remove his clothing. When his pants came down, she found he sported a masculine treasure far larger than that of the guy who had just fucked her.
"Oh, honey," she breathed, thrilling as her hand felt his dong and put an edge on its hardness. "This is going to be a real treat."
"For both of us," he said, lifting her onto the pool table. She wiggled her ass into position on a towel that had been spread over the green felt and opened her knees as the man called Rusty climbed onto the table.
She watched as he mounted between her outstretched legs. His cock swayed above her. He pushed apart her knees and inched forward, taking his time as he eased the head of his prick toward the lips of her cunt. She sighed as their intimate parts touched.. .and kissed.
She didn't mind being the center of attention, and it thrilled her to have others watching.. .panting.. . playing with their dicks while they waited their turn. She had an insatiable appetite for sex, and it was reflected in the depths of her dark eyes and the swell of her full sensuous lips.
His hips angled forward. The head of his cock slipped between the swollen, parted lips of her dripping pussy. His fuck staff slowly pushed through the velvety, clinging membranes. A shudder shook his body. Then he started fucking her cunt.
A groan came from deep inside him as the heat from her cunt permeated his prick and brought fire to his loins. She braced her feet against the back rail of the pool table and lifted her ass so she could rotate it around the length of his stroking prick. "Oohhh, honey!" she gasped. "That's wonderful!" Her cunt muscles rippled, massaging his pole.
"God!" he grunted, forcing his cock into her tight hole. "Hey, Rusty!" Someone snickered on the sidelines. "Don't wear it out! Leave some for us."
Rusty grunted a response. Sweat had begun to glisten on his chest. He was lost in the thrills that arose from their frothy union. His bloated prick head squished back and forth in her juicy maw while her cunt muscles gently massaged it. His cock plunged deep. With his passion blunted, he was better able to enjoy the fabulous pleasure of her pussy. He felt her cunt muscles drumming around his cock. He was engulfed in syrupy pussy juice. He eased the bloated head of his prick back, holding the bulb just inside the entrance to her frothy cunt, denying himself the full delights of her hot pussy. The squishy sounds her pussy made assailed his ears.
She whimpered, torn by the agonizingly slow pace of the fuck. "Faster! Faster!" she cried, raking her fingers over his back and caressing the powerful muscles of his arms while she rocked her hips on the towel-covered felt and rolled her hips around him. "Fuck me faster!"
Her heated demands put steel in his efforts. His cock strokes sped up, driving deep into her clutching channel.
"Oh, God! That feels wonderful!" Her body grew more restless under him. "Shoot, honey. Cum in me!"
"Are you ready to go?" Rusty grunted, the velvety clutch of her cunt sending his head spinning.
"Yes! Yes! Fill me with your cum!" Her ass lifted and began to buck and weave with his strokes.
"Ohhhhh, baby!" he gasped.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" she panted.
His cock was fucking her to the maximum; her rippling cunt muscles were clutching him tightly. His staff was slick and frothy with her juices. Again and again their bodies drove together, while they gasped and wheezed in frantic excitement. "Ohhhhh, honey! Your cock is thrilling me so!" She pushed her mound upward and ground it around the hairy base of this cock. She was being lifted on wings of sensation. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, rubbing her clit into his hard groin. "Harder! Faster!"
He began a fast volley of short, jerking stabs, trying to meet her demands. "Oh, God, baby," he gasped. "I can't-"
Rusty broke off as his cock jerked and a river of hot semen spurted from his cock. His orgasm triggered hers. Their bodies shook and they came together in the powerful throes of a mutual climax.
It was at the precise moment that the pair reached the peak of their orgasm that Renata stepped back into the room. She started in shock as she saw the naked pair poised on the pool table, the harsh light spotlighting them.
But as the lovers collapsed to the green felt surface of the table, Renata's spirits took a nosedive. Oh, God! she thought, watching the next naked man step into the circle of light. She was in trouble now! What a fool she had been to leave the stupid woman by herself-but who could have expected.. .this!
A man approached Renata cautiously. He was clutching Donna's purse. Other than the bartender, he was the only other man in the room with his clothes on.
"Excuse me," he said timorously. "Aren't you her friend?"
Renata's first impulse was to deny it. But she muttered a, "Yes."
"Would you fuck me for a twenty?" he asked, holding out a bill toward her.
Her eyes slowly swept him from head to toe, then she grunted in disgust. "I wouldn't do it for a hundred!"
"Shit!" muttered the man, stepping away. "What a rotten day!"
Renata turned her attention back to the pool table. One of the men had climbed onto it and was balancing over Donna's body with their positions reversed. He was staring down at her cunt. Renata's disgust gave way to curiosity, and she moved closer so that she, too, could get a good view of the woman's luscious-looking cunt.
The man combed Donna's cunt curls to the sides so that he could get a peek at her slot. Then he poked a finger into her slit. When he brought it back out of her box, it was slick with juices.
Donna wiggled her hips and cooed a passionate, "Ooooh!"
The man dipped his face and started licking her swollen clit. Donna's hips began to move, twisting her sensitive nubbin against the man's lips and tongue. As her heat built again, she thrust her ass upward, fucking his face.
"Eat me! Eat my pussy!" she cried.
The man responded, licking and slurping eagerly. His tongue swept the length of her slot and tweaked her clit. Pushing his face against her crotch, he skewered her sex pit and tongued it rapidly. Now and then, he would nip her clit, making Donna's hips jerk and lift off the table.
Renata found herself standing right beside a naked man. They both watched as the guy on the table sucked and slurped on Donna's cunt. At his other end, a drop of pre-cum was stretching from his prick. Donna's tongue reached up and licked it away. The pair started working together in earnest. While the man ate her pussy, Donna lifted her head toward his hanging sex tool and caught it between her lips. She started sucking him while he devoured her snatch.
Renata's breathing deepened as she watched the man fucking her friend's face. His prick hardened as it pushed in and out between the red oval of her lips. Even though she had just been fucked herself, Renata began to envy the woman her meaty mouthful. She glanced at the sweaty man who was staring at the scene goggle-eyed with Donna's purse held tightly to his chest. He still clutched the twenty dollar bill in his hand. Perhaps she had been too hasty.
The man's hips had become a blur, driving his thick cock hard into the blonde's mouth. His ass quivered and shook as her soft, wet lips took his prick and wrung as much excitement from it as he could stand without going over the edge. Fuck! This woman was one hell of a cocksucker!
He worked to return the pleasure, his tongue trilling rapidly in her depths, tongue-fucking her.
While his tongue worked furiously in her heated pussy, her cunt lips fluttered against his face. Her charged clit was impossible to ignore, and it drew the attention of his sucking lips. Her wet maw spread to take in his entire face and her tender tissues formed a wet bond with his cheeks.
The man's ass drove hard, jamming his rigid ramrod into her mouth in a long, fast glide. God! Her mouth felt just like a cunt! All warm and juicy! And the soft moans and tight gasps that went with the twisting and churning of her body gave him a feeling of manly potency that steeled his body.
Renata marveled at the erotic beauty of the classic sixty-nine position. It looked so natural, both bodies fitting together like a Chinese puzzle, their organs grinding and pushing into each other's mouth with hot fuck strokes. It was a scene of pure erotic beauty that transcended the grubby surroundings.
Donna felt the prick begin to swell in her mouth. Her lips stroked faster, eager to finish the blow job. Her belly was churning with a yearning for cum. She couldn't wait for him to blast his wad in her mouth.
"Oh, baby!" The man groaned and stroked long and deep, pushing toward a climax. "Here it comes!"
Then Donna felt the cock jump between her clutching lips. It spit hot cum into her throat. Donna swallowed. One gush after another flowed into her gullet and filled her stomach.
The pretty blonde gulped and gulped, swallowing every drop of the precious fluid as it was spewed into her throat. As his strength faded, she sucked harder, drawing forth every last drop of the tasty cream.
She sighed when she pulled her face away from the softening prick. No orgasm that time-just a mild tremor. But her body was tensed and her spirits keyed up. The session wasn't finished yet!
She got up and perched on her hands and knees in the center of the pool table, spreading her legs wide. "Next!" she called over her shoulder, twitching her ass invitingly.
A fresh, naked challenger quickly positioned himself behind her on the pool table. "Fuck me doggy-style!" she cried. "Ram your cock into my hot pussy!"
"You got it, baby!" her new fucker said as he gripped her wiggling butt in one hand while he guided the ruby-red tip of yet another long, hard prick to her cunt lips.
"Yes! Yes! Stuff my pussy full of your cock!"
She motioned for the remaining man to take up a position before her. He knelt on the table and her mouth immediately seized his cock.
She sucked on the stretched prong while the guy behind her rammed his cock between her legs, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks each time he drilled her pussy. The threesome worked smoothly together in an erotic coupling that even had the watchers catching their breath.
"I love it! I love it!" Donna gasped, grinding her ass cheeks back against the prick that pierced her.
The man in back went over the edge first, pumping cum into her pussy-hole while her cunt lips twitched around him. Her head bobbed rapidly along the cock in front of her, until it suddenly spewed cream into her mouth.
And then she exploded. White heat tore through her loins and sent her into a blaze of glory.
When the trio fell apart, the man who had been holding her purse handed it back to her. "You wouldn't-"
"No," she said firmly. "I've had quite enough, thank you."
"Shit!"
The town newspaper had special news when it came out the end of that week. A big, bold headline announced, "NEW BEARING PLANT ANNOUNCED; WILL SPUR LOCAL ECONOMY."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mardi Gras was one of the town's biggest and most festive events. The tradition was only ten years old. It had started as a simple charity ball, but the newer residents from the city had latched onto it as an excuse for a wild, uninhibited celebration and it had grown each year. The charity balls that provided places to show off elaborate costumes were joined by private parties where dignified citizens could act with reckless abandon under the guise of masked anonymity.
Renata had been invited to several parties, but the one she chose to go to was at the rock star, Diana's, plush new home. Not that she was being snobbish. It was just that the invitation had grabbed her attention with the statement, "Mask required, clothing optional."
Her apprehensions about asking Bill to accompany her were relieved when she learned that a lodge he belonged to was throwing its own party that night-a stag affair. Drinking, gambling, strippers, stag films.
"I'd rather be with you," he told her.
"That's sweet, darling. But you need to get out on your own."
"And what will you do?"
She sighed. "I've been invited to a tea up on the hill." He grunted. "You mean one of them high-brow piano music and violin affairs?"
"I suppose, if you'd really rather come with me.. . "
"No, no," he said. "I'll go to the stag party."
Renata smiled and started planning her costume for Diana's affair.
From the tone of the invitation, Renata suspected that the party would be closer to an orgy than a chamber music recital. She thought she would have to make a special trip into the city to find something suitable to wear, but she found just the thing at a little boutique in town, which was owned by a friend of hers.
"What do you think, Myra?" Renata asked as she held up the black lace babydoll to her figure and looked at herself in the mirror. The material that would wrap around her stomach and her breasts was all but transparent, but it had a draped skirt that was concealing, although it would hang scant inches below her crotch. Wearing the matching panties, it would be safe enough. But without them.. .a chill ran up her spine at the thought.
"Darling, it's you!" her friend enthused.
"I know, and not much else," Renata mused. She could wear spike-heeled black shoes and top it with a simple, black, Lone Ranger-style mask.
"What more would you want with just you and your beloved?" How could she tell Myra that she would be wearing the scant garment in front of fifty other people.. .and her beloved wouldn't even be present!
"I'll take it!"
Desdemona greeted her at the door. "The welcome lady!" she said with a smile of recognition. "Hi, Desdemona."
"And welcome to you, Madame," she greeted Renata.
The maid's outfit matched the tone of the merrymaking that was coming from inside the house. She was wearing a black apron, only slightly darker than her own skin, and high heels. Nothing else. When Desdemona took her coat and turned to hang it up, Renata marveled at the flowing curves of the woman's dark back and the smooth, shiny rounds of her butt cheeks.
"You have a very nice figure, Desdemona," Renata complimented.
The black woman smiled. "Thank you, Madame."
"Do you think I need these?" she asked, flipping up the front of her skirt to show off her black bikini panties.
"If it is a bad time of the month.. . " the maid said discreetly.
"Oh, no! Not that."
The maid smiled and held out her hand. "I'll hang them along with your coat," she said. "Madame would not want to lose such a pretty garment."
The party was in full swing when she entered the main room. There were dozens of revelers in scandalous attire-not one whom she thought she would recognize even with the masks removed. She suspected most of them were imported from the city for the occasion. Renata doubted that she would find as liberal a display of tits and ass in a cheerleaders' locker room. Her own scanty attire had been the perfect choice for the occasion.
Standing there, gawking, she was almost run over by a couple who scurried past, balancing tiny plates of party food in one hand and drinks in the other. He was wearing nothing more than a bejeweled jockstrap; she, an elaborate sequined bra and panties. Both, of course, were masked.
The man smiled at her, then muttered an apology as he was quickly urged away by his partner.
"Renata!"
Renata recognized the familiar voice and turned with a smile toward Diana. The pop singer's outfit was spectacular: three pieces-a pastel-striped tunic and two matching long leggings. Nothing in between. A chain belt gathered the tunic around her waist, leaving her pussy and the tops of her thighs completely exposed.
"You look marvelous," the singer said, giving Renata an embrace. "I'm so glad you could come." But before Renata could respond, her hostess was pulled away. "Make yourself at home! Have fun!" Renata was surprised she had been so easily recognized. So much for masks!
A waiter, seeing her empty-handed, approached with a tray of drinks. He was wearing a starched white shirt, black bow tie, long-tailed coat.. .no pants. A long, thick cock, hanging halfway to his knees, accented the outfit. Or vice versa.
"Thank you," she said, then she gasped, suddenly recognizing the face. The staff was not masked. "Aren't you Coach Krimpton? From the college?"
He blushed. "Yes. This is my part-time job. I hadn't expected to run into any locals here." Leaning close, he whispered, "Actually, the whole basketball team is here. You won't tell, will you?"
Smiling, she put a finger across her lips. "I won't say a word." She studied his cock for moment. "We must get together sometime."
He beamed and looked her over. "Yes, I'd like that." Then he gave her a wink and moved on.
Her next encounter was with a naked couple. A glitter-speckled eye shadow accented her features. Her nipples had been rouged with the same glittery shade, and shimmery sparkles had been dusted into her pubic hair. The foreskin of her companion's cock had been skewered by a ring to which a chain had been attached. She held the leather handle at the other end of the leash.
"I am Adonna," she said, holding out her hand in greeting. "This is Arthur."
Renata smiled and shook the woman's limp hand. "I'm happy to meet you, Adonna and Ar."
"Arthur is a dog."
At that, the man dropped to his knees and barked.
Renata jumped back in surprise.
"Say hello to the nice lady, Arthur," the naked woman ordered.
The man yelped, then crawled forward and began licking Renata's knees.
"That's a nice doggie-now, go find your treat."
Arthur's tongue moved up Renata's thigh and his head pushed under her skirt.
"Arthur loves his treats," the woman said as the man's tongue found Renata's pussy.
Renata gasped and widened her stance.
"Tell me, dear, what sign were you born under?"
"P-Pisces."
"Oh, my. Pisces.. . " The naked woman started gushing about the stars.
Renata wasn't listening. The man's tongue had found her clitoris and electric currents were surging through her. The initial contact almost made her swoon, and she had to lock her knees to keep from falling.
"But, of course, not everything they say about a Pisces is true-don't you agree, dear? Arthur, for example, is a Leo. Now I ask you, does that whimpering cur act like a Leo?" The woman droned on while her companion's limber tongue lathered Renata's pussy. Her juices had begun to flow, but he licked them up as fast as they oozed forth. Her thinly covered nipples stretched and began to ache, and she shook as his tongue vibrated her clit. No one but her paid the least bit of attention to the head bobbing under her skirt. As her excitement rose, her embarrassment faded, and she reached down to stroke his head under her skirt.
"Nice doggie," she purred.
"He's a beast!" said the woman, slapping the leather handle of the leash across the man's ass.
The man rose on his knees and gripped her ass cheeks. He pressed his face tightly to her pussy, his tongue fluttering between her cunt lips. She squeezed her eyes shut as the explosion came. His tongue caught the rhythm of the waves of pleasure that washed over her. Her breathing stopped for a moment, then started again as the intense excitement passed. When her thighs stopped vibrating, the man pulled back.
"Are you satisfied now, you nasty beasty?" The woman jerked on the chain and brought the man to his feet. "Just look at him," she said, tugging on the chain and making his still-limp cock jump, "he's not satisfied yet!" She sighed. "I guess I'll just have to find him another treat-come along, Arthur. Ta-ta!" It was that kind of party.
The orgasm had been a nice start. It had completely robbed her of her inhibitions and left her able to fully enjoy the kinky atmosphere. She spent the next hour wandering around, chatting here and there, and enjoying the sight of the swinging-dicked basketball players as they served the crowd. Bare tits were a dime a dozen, an exposed, decorated pussy wasn't a rare sight. She had stepped out, once, onto the patio and found several couples fucking away on the flagstone terrace.
Yes, it was that kind of party-the kind that kept your libido humming.
The first hour went quickly; the second hour was painfully slow. It wasn't natural to maintain such a high level of sexual tension for such a long period of time. Besides, she was getting tipsy. She needed a break.
She found a room that was deserted except for a couple squeezed snugly together in a wingback chair in a dim corner of the room. She sat down with a sigh in a sofa that was positioned before a TV that was tuned to MTV. She reached for the remote unit that was lying on the side table, turned down the volume, and pushed back and closed her eyes.
Her head began to spin, erotic images swirling in her imagination-cocks, pussies, a man chained like a dog lapping between her legs.
"Pardon me."
The sofa bounced and her eyes jerked open to see a man settle beside her.
"I didn't mean to disturb you."
"No, that's okay. I'm just.. .taking a break."
The man laughed. He was young-probably about twenty-five-and he had a handsome, cheerful-looking face. "It's a little wild out there, isn't it?"
"Yes," she agreed.
"I've never been to a party like this."
"Me either."
The chair behind them creaked and they both turned to see that the woman had straddled her companion's lap, facing him. There was no doubt in either of their minds what was going on beneath the cover of the woman's skirt. The pair were joined at the genitals. Fucking gently.
"Lucky them," he commented softly.
"Lucky them.
"I guess that's what this party is all about."
"I guess it is."
"God!" He leaned back on the sofa and passed a hand over his brow to wipe the sweat away. "Are you in pain?" Renata asked. "H-how did you know?"
She stood and held out her hand. "Come with me."
They could have joined the party on the patio. But that wasn't her scene, and she don't think it was his. Prowling through the house, they found an empty bedroom and snuck inside. Without bothering to turn on the lights, they slipped into each other's arms.
"I don't know your name," he whispered, smoothing his hand over her back.
"I'm Renata."
"John."
"Happy to meet you, John," she whispered as their lips pressed together.
Their tongue tips touched and his hand moved under her skirt and settled around a bare ass cheek. "God," he murmured, pleased at finding she had no panties. His fingertips stretched between her legs to find the bottom corner of her cunt. "Oh, God, that's nice."
"Darling, you've not even started," she said, backing away and pulling the baby doll over her head. Her fingers started working on his buttons. Delicious feelings ran through her as she stripped away his clothes in the dark. His shirt, his shoes and socks, and then his trousers and shorts. His sex sprang forth and she squeezed it.
"Oh, my, this is gorgeous," she murmured.
She tickled its underside, helping it rise to its full glory. It was long and thick, with a broad, warm head.
"I-I really hadn't expected to find someone as nice as you here," he said, swallowing hard as his hands began to take the same liberties with her body as she was doing with his. He slid them down her back to her buttocks. She shivered and moved closer to him. "You're absolutely beautiful," he said, bringing his hand up to caress her big tits. His fingers slid around them, caressing their roundness and testing their softness. He gently plucked the hard little nipples into stiff peaks.
She tugged on his extended prick and backed toward the bed. As they settled on it together, she leaned over and kissed along his chest and down to his penis. Her nose wrinkled at his manly scent, and she kissed the broad head. He groaned and his prick jerked. She ran her tongue along its stretched underside and buried her nose in the hairy notch between his legs, nibbling at his balls. "Oh, God," he groaned. "Oh, God!"
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, taking his entire length into her mouth. Renata dug her nails into his firm ass cheeks and went to work, sucking and stroking his fat prick with her mouth and lips.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "you're going to make me cum."
She laughed and tugged on his prick with her lips.
"Oh, God-ohhh!" he gasped, jerking his prick away from her lips. "I don't want you that way!" He rolled her over on the bed. "I want to fuck you!"
Renata spread her legs and reached for his rod to guide it toward her warm, juicy slot. She caught her breath as he pushed into her, and he let out a gasp as he felt her warm tissues settle around him.
"God, you're tight," he murmured.
"And you're big," she muttered with satisfaction.
He began his motion, slipping his lance in and out of her oozing hole. He held at the bottom of his stroke and shuddered, delighting in the snug fit of her totally encompassing warmth. "Oh, God, baby! Yes!"
"Yes," she murmured too, reaching up in the darkness and locking her hands around his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss while he slid sinuously in and out of her loins. His breath was sweet and warm, and their tongues molded into one as they wrapped around each other.
He took his time, savoring the sensations as their pulses climbed slowly and steadily. He was far more restrained than those she had seen humping on the patio, bucking rapidly in a rush to get off and move on to their next coupling. He took her as if she were more special than the others, as if she were the only one he desired, his only lover for the evening. That pleased her, and she did everything she could to return the pleasure.
Her vagina rolled around his large prick as their spirits rose higher and higher. As their movements became more frenzied, the sucking and slurping of their organs blocked out the sounds of revelry from other parts of the house. Fuck in, fuck out, fuck in, fuck out. His prick sliced through her easily, its slide greased by her juices, and her pussy flesh began to contract around him, trying to hold him with a gentle grip.
God, it was good. God, it was exciting. Her clit had grown so big that it was mangled between them each time their hairy crotches rubbed and twisted together. She loved his thickness. She loved his strength. She loved his youth-his lusty enthusiasm that was yet to be jaded. His thickness stretched her love canal and sent glorious sensation surging through her body. His mouth bent to her breasts, and he sucked and bit her nipples without missing a beat as his hips rose and fell between her thighs. The bed rocked and he grunted. Faster. Faster. Until he uttered a sharp cry. "God, baby! I'm going to cum."
"Yes," she breathed, rolling her hips around his stroking pole. "Yes.. .yes."
Suddenly, his big organ swelled and burst. A thick charge of love cream shot into her vagina. She arched upward, her nerves taut, her pussy contracted for an explosion. When it came, excitement blinded her senses. The intense need that had been building all evening long drove her, and she bucked against his plunging, shooting rod. Love juices joined them, melded their spirits, and drew thunderclaps of excitement that tore through their straining flesh.
Panting, he banged into her soppy pussy fast and hard, trying to extend the sensations a few moments more. But the effort was futile.
He rolled off her.
She turned to him and purred softly as he folded her into his arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sometime around midnight, the party at the lodge hall had gone out of control. The three strippers that had been brought in put on a wild show. They were young and shapely, and they had all stripped to the buff, clutching handfuls of tips. And now they were stationed around the room while men lined up around them for blow jobs. Even the mayor had his pants down while a nubile blonde young enough to be his daughter treated his weak noodle to a suck job that he'd brag about all year long. Bill watched and laughed at the antics, but his interest was only mild. He'd had a lot to drink, but he wasn't drunk. But he wished he were. Then, maybe he wouldn't have this hard-on. It was a hard-on that had been helped by watching the naked woman. But it wasn't for them. He was watching them, but he was thinking about Renata.
Getting a fresh beer, he wandered away from the main crowd and joined a group of men who were watching the TV, going through a stack of sex flicks. They were boring, too. Overlong scenes of cocksucking, unimaginative closeups of gaping, wet pussies-they helped keep his dick hard, but they didn't take his mind off Renata.
The screen faded, then a new loop started. His attention suddenly perked, and his eyes widened. God, his mind was playing tricks on him.
"Isn't that-"
"Hey, I've seen that broad."
"My God, that's the woman who-"
"Well, I'll be a son of a gun!"
Bill's heart stood still for a moment. It was Renata! Smiling at the camera, she mouthed some sexy words as she lifted her knees and spread her legs. The camera zoomed in as her fingers split the lips of her pussy and began playing with her cunt.
He closed his eyes, but there was no way to tune out her words. Her familiar gasp.. .her heavy breathing.
"Oh, honey! Bill, darling! I'm cumming for you!" He heard the gasp, then her loud cry. "I'm cumm-mming! I'm cumming for you!"
Bill almost stumbled as he got up and moved toward the rest room. He retched his guts out.
Laughter startled Renata, and she jerked her eyes open just as the door closed, cutting off the crack of light that had pierced the darkness of the room for a short moment. She must have been sleeping. Remembering where she was, she reached out a hand, feeling for John, the stranger who had fucked her. He was gone.
But there were others in the room. She held her breath, listening to the murmurs of the couple who had slipped in and disturbed her slumber. Obviously, they didn't know she was there.
"Hurry, honey." The whisper was loud and harsh.
"Shit, baby-" She heard masculine laughter, and someone bumped the bed. "Sheeit, my zipper's stuck!"
More giggles and laughter, and then, "Oh, snookums! You've got such a big one."
"Heh! Heh! Heh!"
The bed shook as two bodies descended to it.
"What's that?" the woman asked cautiously as Renata felt a hand touch her. "Oh! Someone's already here!"
"Th-that's all right," Renata said quickly, sitting up and finding herself squeezed between the two newcomers. "I'm just leaving."
"What's the rush, baby?" the man slurred drunkenly, wrapping his arm around Renata's bare back. "The more the merrier."
Before Renata could protest, she was being pushed back onto the bed again.
"Bobby!" the woman hissed. "How are we going to do this?"
"Sit on her face," the man grunted.
The woman giggled. "Oh, snookums! You really are a nasty man!"
A pair of thighs straddled Renata's face and the randy smell of feminine arousal suddenly filled her nostrils. Wet pussy folds settled over her mouth. Renata had no choice but to eat the snatch.
The man's efforts didn't go unnoticed. Facing the woman he had come in with, he pushed Renata's legs wide and pushed his prick into her pussy. As he fucked Renata, he leaned forward and embraced his partner. Their kiss was wet and noisy.
Renata struggled at first, trying to remove herself from the human triangle, but she was wedged too tightly in place to budge. Besides, despite her discomfort under the pressure of the strangers' bodies, the friction of flesh rubbing against flesh and the taste of the pussy that was smothering her lips made her passion flare.
She reached up, smoothing her hands over the other woman's naked body. She was trim, with smooth, firm flesh. Her tits were soft bulbs of flesh with hard points. Renata hands clasped the cone-shaped tits, and the long nipples popped out between her fingers. Between her legs, the man's body arched into hers, driving his long, thick rod deep into her love channel.
Renata was glad for the darkness. She didn't want to see these people, and she didn't want them to see her. She felt cheap, aroused by a pair of strangers who hadn't even seen her face. She had come full circle. Before, she had been a prim, proper, tight-kneed housewife who could hold her head high in the community. Now, she was little more than a whore, her body ruled completely by her passions, submitting to every wanton stranger who desired her. Her spirits had been liberated, but at the loss of her pride.
Despite her revulsion, she couldn't stop the feelings that rose within her and turned her insides to liquid. The excitement grew in her pussy and spread down her thighs and up to tie her gut in wrenching knots. Unable to resist the attraction of the cunt that was glued to her face, she pushed her tongue far up into the drooling crease and lapped up mouthfuls of pussy juice. Her own pussy was juicing heavily around the rock-hard dick that was plunging in and out of it. It slid easily into her oozing tightness, and she squirmed under him, magnifying the sensations. He was plunging hard and fast, hurrying toward his own massive climax. If it had been just the two of them, she would have been left behind. But the kiss of the warm lips around her mouth, bringing with it that special, tangy flavor of pussy that she had begun to love, rapidly brought her own excitement to a peak. Her control vanishing, she twisted and thrashed under the couple that pinned her to the bed.
And then, the man lurched forward and his dick began to pump in her pussy.
"Oh, wow!" he shouted. "Oh, yes!"
Jealous of his pleasure, she rolled her legs and twisted her cunt around him, struggling for the extra bit of excitement that would cause her pussy to cream along with him.
Her tongue swished through the juicy, sensuous lips that were glued to her face and flicked against the tip of the swollen clit that stood out prominently at the top of the stretched split. The women whimpered, and her thighs quivered around Renata's cheeks. Renata's tongue flicked again and pushed the woman over the edge. She let out a shout of excitement.
Suddenly, Renata caught the wave of lust that had overwhelmed the other two.
"Mmmmmgghhhh-aaaarrrghhhhhh!" she shrieked as her strong thighs lifted and her pussy contracted around the cock that was still shooting semen into her belly.
Fireworks burst somewhere behind her eyeballs and sent sparkling excitement shooting to the ends of her body. She tingled all over as the emotion rolled over her in waves. All too quickly, the excitement crested. All too quickly, it died away.
The sound of a passing car brought Bill back to wakefulness. He stretched and tried to work out the kinks that had developed from his cramped position behind the wheel of his car. The night had cooled, and he wished now that he had worn a jacket. Lighting a match, he looked at his watch. Three-thirty. His eyes turned again to Renata's driveway. She still wasn't home. He tried to reason away his growing alarm. It was Mardi Gras night. Party time. Sometimes the affairs ran all night long. Maybe she wouldn't even be home at all. But she had said she was going to a party up on the hill. Just a simple affair.
Why the hell should he care? The bitch!
Renata threaded her way through the naked bodies that were stretched out on the floor. Some were in pairs, some in piles. But none were alone. She was naked herself. She had not wanted to awaken the other couple in the bedroom she had left by turning on the light to search for her skimpy babydoll outfit.
But stopping at the closet by the door, she found the coat she had worn to the party. Her panties should have been there with it, but they weren't. It didn't matter. The cool night air rose goose bumps on her exposed thighs as she eased the front door shut behind her. Her fingers wrapped around the car keys in the pocket of her coat, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Home was only a short drive away. But even those few minutes were too long. She felt dirty, and she wanted to get home and wash herself. The quiet drive gave her too much time to think about herself and what she had become.
What had she become? A liberated woman? A woman completely free of her inhibitions? A woman so free she would fuck any stranger who asked? Suck any pussy at the drop of a pair of panties? A woman whose body had become nothing more than a smoothly operating sex machine that was constantly in search of new highs?
Had she reached the heights of self-actualization? Or was it the depths of moral depravity?
She started to cry.
Bill perked to attention as the headlights of Renata's car momentarily illuminated the interior of his own car before she turned in to her driveway. When she stopped, he got out and slowly moved over to open the car door for her.
"Bill!" she said, a catch in her voice as she looked up at him and gave him her hand. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you," he said gruffly.
"I-I'm sorry."
"For what?" His eyes looked her over, and he frowned, noting her attire-or lack of attire. "I thought you said you were going to a society affair-a tea."
"Come on," she said, sounding utterly defeated. "Let's go into the house."
Once inside, they said very little. She didn't tell him where she had been and he didn't ask her again. They went to bed together, but they didn't make love. He had mixed emotions as she fell asleep in his embrace. He didn't know if they would ever make love again. All he could think about as he held her warm body in his arms was the way all those men ogled her as they watched her obscene performance on the television screen. His cock didn't get hard.
Would it ever get hard again? Had he finally reached that age in life when he'd finally had enough? When sex was disappointing more often than it was fulfilling? But sex with Renata had never been a disappointment.
Renata was at peace when she awoke, snuggled close in Bill's arms. She was naked, but he was still wearing in his shorts. That was strange. She had to think a minute before her head cleared and she was able to remember whether or not they had made love. They hadn't.. .but, oh God!-what a night it had been. Shame flushed her cheeks as she recalled the decadence of the party she had attended.
The telephone rang.
Bill's eyes popped open. "Don't answer it."
"What?"
It rang again and she reached for it. "Renata! Don't answer that phone."
"Don't be silly! Hello?"
Bill watched as she mumbled short responses and then hung up the phone. "That was Hal Clarksley. He wants to see me."
"Don't go."
"I have to."
"Please, Renata. Listen to me-"
"Don't be silly, Bill. I have to go. It's my job."
When she was finally ready to go, he took the car keys from her hand. "I'll drive you in my car."
"But, darling, it would be so much easier if I took my own car. Then I can-"
"I'll drive," he said firmly.
"Men!" she said, rolling her eyes. "You always want to be in control, don't you?" But it was pleasant, sitting next to him, cuddling close, as he drove her to her meeting. It recalled to her mind some of the joys she had forgotten about marital life-the sharing of problems, sometimes even giving in completely and letting your partner take charge of your life. Renata was surprised to see the entire merchants committee that employed her waiting in Hal Clarksley's office when she arrived. She wasn't prepared for the stern looks on their faces. Clearing his throat, Clarksley opened, "Renata, it is the unanimous decision of the committee that we release you from your contract."
"Release me from my contract?" Renata laughed. "Hal, you make it sound like you're firing me."
"Well, ah, I suppose you could put it that way."
"What?" Her eyes widened in shock. "B-but, why?"
Clarksley's shoulders sagged and he sighed. "Renata, we've seen the film."
"Film? What film?"
"We've all seen it," someone in back said with a chuckle. "I-I don't understand?"
"Last night at the stag party," Donald Ball explained, "one of the sex flicks-"
"The sex flicks! Oh, my God!"
Renata was walking in a trance when she left Clarksley's office. Bill took her arm and guided her to his car. They drove several miles before either of them spoke.
Finally, she looked at him and said, "You knew all about it, didn't you?"
"About what?"
"That's why you didn't want me to answer the phone this morning. And that's why you didn't want me to go to Hal's office."
"I didn't want you hurt, Renata," he said simply.
"Did you see the films, too?"
"What films?"
"The sex films."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't watch sex films."
She started to cry. "They fired me. Oh, God, I've messed up my life."
"Don't cry, honey," he said reaching out, trying to coax her into moving closer. But she remained huddled against the door. "You don't want to touch me," she spit out.
"I don't want to do anything but touch you," he said evenly. "You're the most wonderful woman I've ever met."
"How can you say that?"
"It's easy," he said simply. "I love you."
She turned toward the window and bit her lip as a tear came to her eye. "Now you're making fun of me.
"No, Renata, love is not something I make jokes about."
This time, she allowed herself to be pulled closer. Warm feelings filled her as she leaned her head against his shoulder. She suddenly realized that they had passed the outskirts of town ten minutes back and civilization was fast fading behind them. "Where are we going."
"Away."
"Good! I don't ever want to see that town again."
"And I don't want you to-we'll find a new place and start a whole new life."
"Together?"
'Together!" he affirmed.
"Do you think we can find a place where they don't have VCRs and fuck flicks?"
He grinned and squeezed her knee. "No. I suppose I'm just going to have to get used to having guys envy me.
She laughed, and he hugged her tighter. "Bill," she said, turning serious, "do you suppose you can ever forget?"
"Forget what?"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Renata picked her way carefully along the path as she walked from the cabin to where Bill was sitting on the bank of the stream fishing. He was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His arms had started to take on a tan in the three days they had been secluded in the woods. Although he had made several trips to town to bring back the things that they needed, including the simple dress she was wearing, she had always remained behind.
She put down the picnic basket she had been carrying and sat beside him. Leaning across his back, she rested her chin on his shoulder. "How's the fishing today."
"Not so good."
"I brought lunch." He grunted.
They stayed that way-she, cuddled close, enjoying his strength and his warmth; he, seemingly ignoring her presence. They hadn't made love once in the three days they had been staying at the cabin.
"So, what are you going to do?" she finally asked.
"Fish or eat?"
"Do I have any other choices?"
"Not that I can think of-"
He chuckled. Laying down his fishing pole, he turned his head toward hers. "You're not a very imaginative women," he said, his lips so close she could smell the sweetness of his breath.
He twisted around and gripped her shoulders. She caught her breath as he eased her down to the ground and leaned over her. Her heart fluttering, her eyes darted back and forth between his mouth and his eyes as his lips descended to kiss her.
Her lips quivered when his touched hers. They opened, and his tongue slipped deep into her mouth, exploring fervidly. His hunger told her that the three-day wait had been as hard on him as it had been on her. She moaned happily, feeling his hot, wet kisses cover her face and her neck.
Her hands stroked his arms and moved into his shirt to run through the hair on his chest and up and down his back. It was a thrill to touch him. It was a greater thrill to imagine him naked with his cock working in and out of her body.
"Oh, Bill! I didn't think you wanted me anymore."
He chuckled. "Baby, I've just been waiting until you were ready."
"Oh, God! I've been so worried," she said, her body trembling as his hands ran over soft breasts, bringing back the excitement she had missed as he stroked them through her dress. "I thought I had really screwed up my life. I thought I had lost you."
"Let's get naked," he breathed.
"Right out here in the open?" she gasped.
He laughed as he opened his shirt and bared his chest. He tossed it aside. "Don't tell me the porno queen is worried about someone seeing her," he said.
She stiffened. "Bill, I-"
"Hush," he said, placing a finger across her lips. "There can be a whole crew of cameramen standing by for all I care. I don't mind who does the watching, as long as I do the fucking."
"Do you really mean that, Bill?" she asked, her heart fluttering as she watched him stand to remove his pants. His thick cock swung and bounced as he pulled his legs free. "Are you ready to forget everything?"
"The problem isn't me," he said. "Are you ready to forget the past? To settle down?"
His words shamed her, and her cheeks reddened. Yes, she was the problem, not him. She was the one who had gone hog-wild, reveling in sex.. .multiple lovers. Could she go back to a single lover once again? "I can try," she said softly.
"I couldn't ask for more."
His hands went to the skirt of her dress and lifted it to bare her legs. She shook with desire as she sat up and let him pull the dress over her head. The passion began to burn inside her, and a quiver of excitement stirred the walls of her cunt. "Damn!" he muttered, staring at her breasts as they were exposed. "I sure do love your tits."
"Do you?" she teased, lifting them, her nipples tingling under his horny gaze.
His eyes looked her over from top to bottom, taking a long moment to appreciate the silky curls that decorated the bottom of her belly and the insides of her thighs.
"In fact, if the truth be known," he said, "I love you."
"Oh, Bill!" A tear came to her eyes. "Me, too! I love you!"
He grinned. "Ah-ha! I thought so! But I'm kind of an old-fashioned guy. I like to hear it."
He pushed her hands away so that he could get to her tits. His fingers gently kneaded the yielding flesh. He stretched her nipples and sensation hardened them. Leaning forward, he nipped them with his teeth and sucked them deep into his mouth. She cooed and pressed her breasts against his cheeks. His whiskery stubble felt like fine sandpaper against the smooth, pillowy flesh of her tits. She moaned in rising ecstasy.
"God, baby," he groaned, "I do love your tits."
"And me.. . "
"And you." His hand slid across the soft flesh of her belly into the curls that covered her mound. "All of you."
"Goody, goody!" she squealed when his fingers found the lines of her puffy gash.
One finger stroked the length of her slit, opening it, then slipped inside. She gasped as she felt her tight channel squeeze tightly around the stiff digit.
"Oohhh, yes, darling," she groaned, twisting her cunt around his penetrating finger. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
Parting her slit with his fingers, Bill leaned closer-so close he could smell the excitement that wafted up from her seething insides. He stuck his tongue into her cunthole.
She groaned and wiggled under him. "Suck my clit!" she demanded.
He chuckled and flicked the tip of his tongue against the fleshy hood that protected the sensitive nubbin. Then his tongue was worming past the hood, caressing the tiny prick-like finger of flesh.
She moaned, and her legs lifted and fell. A shudder wracked her body, and she squeezed her thighs tight against his cheeks. She reached over with her hand to take his prick. It was hard and thick.. .ohhhhh, so wonderful. She tugged it close, causing him to shift his knees to straddle her. She captured his prick with her lips and gave it a quick, hard, sucking kiss. Then she eased back and began licking it all over. Her tongue swirled around its head, down its stretched length, and then poked at his bulging scrotum to find the hard nuts inside. She drew the lobes into her mouth, one at a time, and caressed them with her tongue.
He, in turn, licked the full length of her dark-haired slit. For Renata, the world disappeared in a cloudy mist of pleasure. Her body quivered and shook. She sucked on Bill's cock while his tongue swept up and down her cunt slash and treated her clit to feathery touches of excitement.
Moments later, she exploded into orgasm. She murmured her excitement around her mouthful of cock. At the peak of her pleasure, Bill's cock exploded and send a gush of cum into her throat. She gulped as her cunt pulsed, clutching for his stroking tongue. Their bodies writhed and jerked together, celebrating the end of their three-day sexual fast.
Celebrating the beginning of an intense, new union.
They didn't bother to dress after their love session. They had the woods to themselves, along with the birds and the bees and the other animals.
They ate the lunch Renata had prepared, and then Bill returned to his fishing. She lay back on the fresh earth and drifted off into a short nap.
She awoke to find him staring at her, his fishing forgotten. There was something more than lust in his look.
"A penny for your thoughts," she said.
"Honey," he said, "let's get married."
She smiled at him. "That sounds like an interesting proposition. And then what?"
"And then we could move to Alaska."
"Alaska? You mean live like this all the time?"
He chuckled. "Naw, even Alaska is civilized nowadays."
"Alaska.. . "
"A new frontier.. .a new beginning."
She smiled and reached out toward him. "Coax me, darling." He didn't need any further urging. As he shifted and rolled toward her, she saw that his prick was already fully charged. She reached for it and sighed with pleasure as she gripped it tightly and stroked it, making the loose skin move up and down over its underlying strength. She was in no more of a mood to dally than he was, so she drew it immediately toward the gash that split her legs. Lying side by side, he wedged between her legs as she positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her love channel. His eyes squeezed shut when he felt the warm kiss of her cunt lips as they snuggled around his cocktip. Her hand moved away reluctantly, and it began to slide in. "Ohhhh, that's so nice," she said, enjoying the feel of his cock as it penetrated her. It wasn't the biggest that she had experienced, but it was plenty big enough.. .and far the best. No one fucked her like Bill. No one else loved her like Bill. "I love you, Bill," she whispered.
"And I love you, baby," he returned.
He pulled her legs over the top of his shoulders and she locked her ankles behind his neck as he began pumping his steel-hard rod into her clutching confines. Oh, yes, it was big enough! With the thrills surging through her, she savored the feel of the long slide of his flesh into her mushy depths.
She dug her fingers into the ground to hold her position against his mighty thrusts. Her tits rolled in giant circles. She raised her head to watch the smooth way his huge cock split her body and disappeared inside. It was a magical coupling-slick and hot and as exciting to watch as it was to feel. God, she was an inferno inside!
Her body jerked and she groaned. Her cunt tried to hold his long hard prick, sucking noisily to protest its withdrawal. Each time he pushed back in, their bellies slapped together with a loud smack that resounded through the woods. The feel of his swollen knob rubbing her deep inner flesh filled her with pleasure. Her cunt was flaming; her clit was ready to burst. She quivered and shook as the excitement rippled through her. Bill was perspiring heavily, grunting as he got a firm grip on her buttocks and tried to force himself even deeper into her interior. His long, solid spear stretched her cunt and pushed against the mouth of her womb. His groin mangled the extension of her clit, making her teeth chatter and setting her nerves on end.
Renata exploded. Excitement pulsed from her clit, and her cunt collapsed around his hot fuck stick. Bill's body caught the excitement. His prick thrust rapidly, driving her from the crest of one climax to a second peak of excitement. Finally, he let out a shout and his charged cock began shooting hot streams of cum deep into her cunt.
Renata clung to him, twisting around him while his body jerked against hers. They moaned together, their hot breath mingling as intimately as their bodies interweaved. They rode the peaks together, their bodies pulsing as one being and sending surge after surge of excitement through their shuddering frames. His passion drained, Bill collapsed on top of her. The mounds of tits cradled his perspiration-soaked chest. She hugged his hips with her legs. She clenched her thighs and her cunt muscles tightened around his prick that was still inside her. He was still semi-hard, his strength only partially depleted.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, caressing his sweaty back with her nails. "Bill, you're wonderful."
"Baby," he wheezed, "you're nothing short of fantastic yourself."
She purred pleasantly and rocked her hips. Her cunt twisted around his cock. Her pussy muscles twitched, bringing new life to the half-stiff shaft that she held inside her.
"Renata, baby, you're too much!"
He hunched his ass and started sawing into her again. His prick hardened as he went along, quickly returning to its former strength. She closed her eyes while her body rolled under his, and she saw shooting stars even in the bright daylight. Their timing together was perfect, and they went off again in a blaze of excitement that finally drained their passions.
Renata accompanied Bill to a small, country store and helped him select provisions for a few more days in the woods. Bacon, eggs, pancake flour.. .she walked over to the pay phone while he paid the cashier. It was the first time she had checked her answering machine during their stay in the woods.
There were several messages, nothing important, and then-
"Renata? This is Hal Clarksley. Listen, Renata, it looks like we've made a mistake. All hell broke lose when people heard that we had, ah, fired you. Lady, you've got a lot of friends in this city! Anyway, sweetheart, we'd like to have you back. And I even think I can talk the board into a little more money-" Renata listened for a while longer, then hang up. She was lost in thought as she climbed into the car for the ride back to the cabin.
"Who'd you call?"
"I just checked my answering machine."
"Oh," he said warily. "Anything important?" She cuddled up close to him and smiled. "No messages."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Darling, how soon can we leave for Alaska?"
"Whenever you say the word."
"How about tomorrow morning?"
"So soon?" he said in surprise. "Are you sure you don't want to start heading that way right now?"
"No, darling, tomorrow's soon enough." She patted his leg and smiled. "I have other plans for this evening."
