"Shit!" Eddie mumbled, his teeth clenched with anger as he watched the experienced dealer scoop up his chips.
Darkly tanned Eddie Bryant was a trumpet player, and one of the best in Vegas. It was his night off, and as usual, he was spending it at one of the hotel's many blackjack tables. But it wasn't usual for him to so lose badly. He almost always walked away with more money than he brought.
"What's your bet, Eddie?" the dealer asked, stirring the trumpet player from his absentminded thoughts.
"I'm sorry," Eddie replied, pushing another fifty dollars' worth of chips across the green felt. "Deal the cards."
Eddie hardly needed to look at his concealed cards. He hadn't won a hand in a long time, and this deal was no different. After only a few seconds, he was fifty dollars poorer.
"I need a drink," Eddie told the dealer, as he relaxed against the barrel-shaped back of the high stool. "How about calling me a waitress, Jake?"
"Sure, babe," the dealer answered, leaning over and pressing a small blue button built into the side of the blackjack table.
Glancing down at the few remaining chips in front of him, Eddie realized that he had lost a good three thousand dollars. And the way things were going, he would soon be broke.
"May I help you, sir?" a soft, warmly sensual voice asked.
Turning his head, Eddie was surprised to see a waitress he didn't know. His nostrils flared with the heavy scent of her erotic perfume as his eyes delved into the deep valley between her thrusting tits. .
Slowly lifting his gaze from her fat boobs, a hot grin spread across Eddie's face for the first time that night It had been a long time since he had seen such an exquisite face as that of the woman standing beside him. And the perfect features were framed by rich, raven-colored hair, softly cascading down about her bare shoulders.
"I'll have a scotch and soda, honey. And you'd better make it good and strong," he joked.
"Anything you say," she replied, returning the wide-eyed grin.
Eddie's gaze stayed fixed on the woman s wild ass as she strode off towards the bar. The uniforms that the girls wore were designed to show off their exciting bodies. The outfits consisted of black patent leather high heels, fishnet stockings, an obscenely cut pair of hot pants and a halter top that barely covered the swollen mounds of their heaving tits.
By the time Eddie turned his attention back to the cards, Jake had already paid off on the musician's winning hand. After losing for so long, it felt really nice to take some of the hotel's money.
With that hand, two of the remaining three players folded and left the table. Eddie hadn't realized how late it was. Glancing down at his wrist, he saw that it was nearly four in the morning. The only other player at the table was half drunk, and looked close to falling off his stool.
Looking into his friends face, it wasn't difficult for Jake to read Eddie's thoughts. From the heat rising in the musician's eyes, it was obvious that Eddie was really turned on by the hotel's newest cocktail waitress.
"Her name's Joan. Joan Billings," Jake said quietly, dealing out another hand of blackjack. "Today's her first day on the job."
"She's got one hell of a body," Eddie said, looking down at another winning hand.
"It looks like she's pretty lucky for you," Jake replied, silently pleased that his friend was winning back some money.
By the time Joan returned to the table, Eddie had won another two hands. His luck really was changing, and he was convinced that she had changed it Joan could feel Eddie's eyes penetrating the tightly drawn material covering her massive, braless tits. The lust in his gaze was enough to harden her dark brown nipples as she reached over to place the tall glass on the table.
As she leaned forward, Eddie's eyes stole down the front of her gaping halter. His mouth watered at the lush display of succulent flesh. His prick began to stir as he allowed his mind to fill with obscene images of Joan's naked body squirming beneath his own! Eddie could almost feel his hot cock sinking into the steaming wetness of her cunt!
"Thanks for the drink," Eddie said, tossing a twenty-five dollar chip onto the tray that she was holding. "And thanks for bringing me some luck!"
Joan's eyes flashed brilliantly as her slender, manicured fingers picked up the dark green chip. A hot, inviting smile curled up the comers of her mouth. As her pink, moist tongue smoothed over her scarlet lips, she tossed the chip onto the table.
"Let's see how lucky you are," she said, looking deep into Eddie's eyes. "Play this for me."
As Jake dealt the cards, Joan stood beside Eddie, pressing her smooth-skinned thigh against his leg. She thrilled to the hard, muscled feel of his body as the cards fell to the green felt table top.
Eddie's luck was still running high, and in thirty seconds, Joan's twenty-five dollars had doubled. The hot little waitress thanked him as she slipped the fifty dollars in chips into a hidden pocket on the front of her hot pants.
"Lemme have a gin and tonic," the drunk at the other end of the blackjack table called out.
Joan didn't want to leave Eddie's side, but they both understood that she had to do her job. As she turned to fill the order, Eddie's hand reached out to feel the rounded perfection of one of her firm buttocks.
"Hurry back, sweetheart," he said, as Joan wiggled off across the almost empty casino.
Eddie's cock began to throb with hungry lust as he watched the roll of Joan's sexy ass cheeks. Her pants were so tight that he could actually see the deep N crack between her mounds of hard flesh. Eddie had a difficult time controlling himself as he thought about ramming the thick shaft of his prick into the puckered hole of her anus.
"What time is it, Harry?" Joan asked the bartender as he fixed the gin and tonic.
"It's a quarter after four," the old-timer replied, taking a quick peek at Joan's fat tits.
Joan sighed with relief. Her shift would be over in another fifteen minutes. Her first day at the Sierra Dimes hotel had been exhausting. In order to learn the casino's setup, she had worked every table in the huge gambling room. As her first eight hours came to a close, the only thing that she wanted to do was relax on a comfortable bed with a hot-pricked stud between her long legs. And Eddie was just what the doctor ordered!
"How's your luck holding out?" Joan asked, as she delivered the drink to the other player at the table.
"As long as you're around, it couldn't be better," Eddie happily replied, stacking his winnings in front of him.
Eddie was quickly taking back all the money that he had lost earlier in the night. With Joan by his side, he just couldn't lose. Every hand fell into place as he raked the chips in.
He knew what time the waitresses ended their shifts, and it was obvious that he wouldn't be sleeping alone that night He could feel the swollen head of his prick aching as it strained the material of his pants.
He lost a few hands, but that didn't affect his winning streak in the least. Before he knew it, he had a lot more money in front of him than he had started with.
Joan's excitement grew as she watched the big-cocked stud place bets for her. In the remaining fifteen minutes, Eddie had won her an easy three hundred dollars, and Joan knew just how to thank him for it!
"I'll see you tomorrow," Eddie said, tossing Jake two twenty-five dollar chips and climbing off his high stool.
"Thanks, Eddie," die dealer replied, dropping the green chips into the breast pocket of his shirt.
"I'll be back in a minute," Joan said, scampering off to the bar to check out "Don't go away," she added, smiling over one of her smooth-skinned shoulders.
Eddie had no intention of going anyplace without the sexy bitch. While he waited for her to return, he cashed in his chips. With the luck that Joan had brought him, Eddie was up almost a thousand bucks. And he knew that the best part of the evening still lay ahead!
Joan could have changed out of her uniform, but she didn't. She wanted to show off her magnificent body and that outfit was just perfect. After quickly running a brush through her hair, and applying new lipstick, the hot-assed chick was ready to swing!
When Joan returned, Eddie slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to the exit. Walking close together, he felt her flared hip rubbing against the side of his leg with each step that they took. The contact of their bodies sent shivers of lust racing up and down his spine.
Joan was delighted to find out that Eddie was a musician in the hotel's show band. If he was as good in bed as he looked, the little bitch knew that she would want more than just one fuck session.
For Joan Billings, Las Vegas was everything she had always dreamed it would be. She had come to the fast-paced city for a week's vacation, but after only three days knew that she just couldn't leave.
Phoning New York that very same day, she had told her pot-bellied boss to drop dead. Minutes after hanging up the phone, she had a job in the hotel. Feeling her lush body warmed by the intensity of Eddie's gaze told her she had done the right thing.
As the elevator climbed to the nineteenth floor, Eddie wrapped his fingers around her tight waist and drew her into the heat of his embrace. As their lips met, he felt the hardness of Joan's nipples burning through the thin material of his shirt.
Feeling Eddie's imprisoned cock pressing against her crotch drove Joan wild. Digging her sharp fingernails into his athletic shoulders, she ground her cunt against the hard lump of flesh between his legs. Their tongues fought in the steaming cave of Eddie's mouth as she thrilled to the strongly masculine taste of his saliva.
Tearing herself from his arms, Joan led the way out of the car when it came to a halt on her floor. Her ass rolled with every step as they moved silently on the plush hallway carpeting.
"The two chicks that I room with are gone for the night," Joan said as she unlocked the door, "and we have the whole place to ourselves."
Eddie wasn't surprised to find that Joan lived with two of his friends. All the waitresses really knew how to swing, and he had slammed his prick into just about all of diem. Including Joan's hungry-cunted roommates!
As they walked into the expensively furnished room, Eddie allowed his fingers to roam over the twin mounds of Joan's wonderful ass. He marveled at how firm and strong her buttocks were. His hands massaged her roughly.
Joan was thrilled at the attention her body was receiving from Eddie's strong fingers. Standing before him, she let his fingers explore the front of her body. Her legs began to tremble with lust as his hand pressed against the erect nub of her clitoris. Even through the taunt satin of her hot pants, she could feel his experienced fingers making her cunt wetter and wetter.
Eddie's hands moved from the damp heat of her crotch to the flat, flawless skin covering her stomach. After playfully toying with her navel, his fingers traveled up to the thrusting mounds of Joan's restrained boobs. Hooking his fingertips into the tiny halter top, he yanked down sharply, tearing the garment from her lush body. His eyes widened as the heavy tits spilled forward. The sudden chill of the air-conditioned room made Joan's nipples as hard as rocks. And as she felt the steaming heat of Eddie's mouth draw near to the tips of her breasts, Joan's eyes drifted closed.
Eddie's lips sucked away furiously as the rough, flat side of his tongue lashed against Joan's right nipple again and again. Her entire body stiffened as she felt the sharp edges of his teeth sinking into the alabaster mound. Engulfed in the flames of lust, she held the back of Eddie's head and ground her heaving boob into his wildly sucking mouth.
Eddie felt totally in control as he watched Joan go insane at his touch. Watching her exquisite features twisted into a mask of lust made the scum in his balls boil. He could feel the thick, precious fluid surging towards the swollen head of his cock. But Eddie didn't want to cum at that moment. He wanted his prick hard and ready for all the turned-on things that he had planned to do. And he wanted to show her that he was in control of her thrilling body!
Joan's eyes flashed open when she felt Eddie pulling his face from her breasts. The muscles in her arms tightened as she fought to keep his mouth pressed against her. But Eddie was too strong for her, and easily pulled away. Her body cried for the release of her orgasm that towered so close.
"You must be tired after your first day," Eddie said, ignoring the insane lust that burned in Joan's eyes. "Why don't you relax and let me fix us some drinks?"
Joan allowed Eddie to guide her onto the bed, and collapsed into the softness as she watched him cross the room and open the liquor cabinet. She was surprised that he knew just where it was. "What'll you have?" Eddie asked, keeping his back to the woman and allowing a triumphant smile to curl up the corners of his mouth.
Joan had cooled down quickly. She was again enjoying the chill of the air-conditioning on her slightly heaving tits. She thought about taking off her hot pants, but decided that Eddie might want to do that himself! "Bourbon on the rocks would be just fine," she answered slowly, her seductive, deep-pitched voice dripping with cunt-juice.
Joan stared at Eddie as he fixed their drinks. A shiver ran through her as she appraised his broad, powerful shoulders. She trembled as her eyes caressed the tightness of his waist, and she anticipated wrapping her legs around him as he drove his thick shaft into her belly.
Then her gaze came to rest on Eddie's ass. Beneath the tight material of his pants, she could see how hard and masculine his buttocks were. Her fingers quivered and her mouth watered as she thought about pulling those mounds of solid flesh apart and letting her tongue steal into the tight-ringed hole of Eddie's anus.
Eddie turned towards Joan, his triumphant smile still stretching from ear to ear. Both hands were wrapped around tall glasses of booze, and his erect cock was clearly visible, pressing against the front of his pants.
He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at the woman lying before him. This was his first real look at Joan's magnificent body. Even though she was on her back, the hard-tipped mounds of her breasts still thrust upwards. He could see a spreading damp spot on the crotch of her satin hot pants. He could almost smell the boiling secretions of her hungry pussy radiating from the deep gash.
Walking around to the side of the bed, Eddie leaned over and handed Joan her drink. As one of her hands took the cold glass, the other moved to the hard lump of flesh between his legs. Eddie remained motionless as Joan's fingers massaged his imprisoned cock. Her experienced hand found the tiny metal tab of his zipper, and with one quick, sure tug, she undid his fly.
Joan's cunt throbbed with desire as she watched the blood-filled head of Eddie's cock force its way through the small slit in the front of his white under pants. Immediately her fingers closed around the thick shaft and began working up and down its entire length.
But Eddie had other games he wanted to play. Stepping backwards, he pulled his prick from her eager grasp. Sipping his strong drink, he turned and sauntered over to a large, comfortable easy chair facing the oversized bed. Smiling over the rim of his glass, Eddie sat down, knowing he was really driving Joan insane! The more he teased her, the hotter she became, and Eddie was pushing her to the very threshold of madness. And that knowledge made his raging tool ache.
His eyes traveled up die length of Joan's hot body. Starting at the tips of her black high heels, his gaze caressed the sculptured perfection of long, exciting legs. Her fishnet stockings clung to every curve, highlighting the firmness of her calves and thighs.
"Come here, baby," Eddie said softly, still sipping he fiery liquid of his drink.
Joan didn't hesitate for one moment. Climbing from the bed, she slowly made her way across the room, her plump tits swaying with every step. Leaving her drink on the table beside Eddie's chair, she languidly lowered herself to the carpet in front of her masterful lover. With trembling hands, she lifted one of Eddie's feet off the floor. Without saying a word, she slipped his shoe and sock off his foot. Smiling into his strong-featured face, she pressed his naked toes to her full, rich lips.
Eddie couldn't have been more turned on as Joan's long tongue slid between her sharp edged teeth. While her eyes drifted closed, she lapped at his salty tasting skin. A soft moan slipped from her throat as she coated his entire foot with the sweetness of her hot saliva.
After a few minutes of this tender loving, Joan treated Eddie's other foot to the very same obedient attention. Rising to her knees, her fingers flew to the still fastened waistband of his pants.
Eddie lifted his ass off the chair's seat as Joan removed his slacks. With her face only inches from the raging thickness of his prick, the handsome musician could feel her hot breath warming his erect prick.
But it was Joan's turn to tease. She knew that he wanted his dick sucked, and she was intent on making him wait. Dropping his pants and underwear to the floor, she placed her cool hands on the hardness of Eddie's muscular thighs. Gently applying pressure, she pulled his legs apart, revealing the fullness of his cock and balls to her hungry eyes. Her mouth watered. The masculine scent made her nostrils flare. As her passions soared, her fingernails dug into his hairy flesh.
Eddie enjoyed her teasing games for a little while, but then he wanted to get down to business. Grabbing either side of her face, he thrust his hips forward, slamming the blunt end of his prick against her hot lips. Joan's jaws flew open, forming her mouth into an "O". Closing her eyes, she let the thick shaft of burning meat force its way into the loving obedience of her face. Very carefully, she held Eddie's prick between the sharp edges of her teeth. Her cunt quivered as the tip of her pink tongue explored the tiny slit of his pee-hole.
Eddie felt Joan's hands sliding up the inside of his strong thighs. Her slim fingers began toying with the sensitive flesh of his cock and balls, sending shivers of lust racing through his supercharged blood stream.
Joan's mouth was filled with the raging strength of Eddie's tool as her fingers found their way beneath his body and into the darkness of his ass crack. She could feel the bloated head of his prick pressing against the back of her throat.
Even though he could feel the scum surging into his thick cock, Eddie pushed Joan's face out of the heat of his crotch. Tilting his head back, he smiled at the stream of saliva running out of the comers of her mouth.
"Finish undressing me, baby," he said, leaning back in the comfortable armchair.
Joan was delighted to carry out his command. She knew that the sooner he was naked, the sooner that she would feel the full thickness of his cock slamming into the tightness of her hungry cunt.
She lifted herself up onto her feet, gliding up the length of Eddie's body. Her naked tits ground into the hardness of his chest as her fingers quickly undid the buttons of his shirt. As the thick mat of black hair was uncovered, the bristling hairs thrilled the soft skin of her breasts. Her nipples grew harder as they were crashed against Eddie's flat chest.
Grinding her lush body against his, Joan removed the shirt and dropped it on top of his crumpled slacks on the floor. She caressed the darkly tanned skin, enjoying the roughness and the heat radiating from his horny body. She pressed her lips to Eddie's face, covering it with wet lusty kisses. Her tongue licked the sweat from his skin, snaking around to the side of his head and exploring the cavern of his right ear.
As Eddie thrilled to the sounds of Joan's mouth, his strong hands reached out to cup one of her magnificent melons. His palms enjoyed the burning heat of her nipples as his fingers dug into the firm but yielding flesh.
Joan's mouth moved from the right side of Eddie's face down to the muscular thickness of his neck. As her fingers stroked the rock-hard surface of his chest, her body moved with the grace of a jungle cat, tasting the sweetness of his flesh.
"Let's fuck," Eddie said quietly, pushing Joan off of his lap.
Joan couldn't think of anything that she would rather do than plunge his stiff shaft into her hot belly. Glancing to the side as she stood waiting for him to join her, she was able to see her reflection in a full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. The sight that greeted her eyes made her shake with lust. She was naked down to the waistband of her obscenely cut hot pants. She was still wearing her fishnet stockings and high heels. Her thrusting boobs shimmered with a coating of sweat. She could see the red marks that Eddie's strong fingers had made in the succulent alabaster mounds. The entire crotch of her costume was soaked with the hot secretions of her cunt. Standing with her legs spread apart, she happily displayed her charms to the admiring stud. As a lewd grin spread across her exquisite face, she placed her fisted hands on her flaring hips.
Eddie lifted his naked body out of the chair. His prick was as stiff as a flagpole, sticking out from the center of his groin. As he climbed onto the bed, Joan crossed over to the hi-fi set built into the shelving against one wall of the room.
Relaxing on the comfortable bed, Eddie watched the rolling movements of Joan's pert ass. He wrapped his hand around the thickness of his erect cock as she chose a record to play. In a matter of moments, the room was filled with the throbbingly alive sounds of a rock group.
Joan grabbed a small wooden box beside the hi-fi set. Sliding its lid open, she pulled out a small bottle of grass and a packet of rolling paper. With only one lamp on in the large room, swirling shadows danced across the walls. In a few seconds, a crudely rolled joint hung from her lips. Taking a matchbook from the wooden box, she lit the thin, tight tip. Slowly and deliberately she sucked great lungfuls of smoke into her chest, her massive boobs rising and filling with each drag as she stood inches away from the side of the bed.
Eddie watched as Joan's body seemed to fill with the excitement of the loudly playing music. Her hips began to roll first as she thrust her cunt mound out towards her excited lover. Her shoulders began to shake in time with the record. Eddie's prick throbbed as he watched the heavy mounds of her tits bouncing against each other.
Taking the joint from between her lips, Joan held it out As one of Eddie's hands accepted it, the other enjoyed the heaviness of her left boob. Taking a deep pull, his fingers twisted the hard nub of her nipple, sending tremors of lust surging through her entire body.
Joan let Eddie play with the throbbing tip of her breast for a while, then pulled out of reach. The pot was beginning to take control of her mind. Holding her arms straight out from the sides of her body, she began spinning around in the wildest, most obscene dance Eddie had ever seen! Her tits thrashed in every direction. Her nipples seemed to glow with lust and desire as she displayed her finest features to her big-dicked stud.
Dropping her hands down to the damp heat between her long legs, Joan began rubbing her cunt through the material of her hot pants. Eddie could see her fingernails digging into the taut satin covering her pussy, and it made his prick swell even more. Leaning up onto one elbow, he held the half smoked joint out to Joan's trembling lips.
Bending at the waist, Joan planted a warm, wet kiss on Eddie's hand, then wrapped her lips around the tightly rolled tip of the potent joint. But once again, she pulled away from the bed before he had a chance to grab hold of one of her ripe, hanging breasts. Laughing wantonly, she drew more of the drugged smoke into her lungs. She held her breath until her chest felt about to explode. The drugs effects were almost instantaneous. Her mind was a swirling confusion of lust and passion as her eyes devoured the fullness of Eddie's erect prick. Staring at his thick shafted cock, Joan let her pink tongue slip from between her teeth and moisten her warm lips.
Eddie's hand pumped at his prick while he watched a burning ember fall from the tip of Joan's reefer. A shiver of lust passed through his body as he saw the glowing speck of orange fall to the rounded top of one of her tits. He could see the involuntary shake of her shoulders as the hot ash sent a piercing pain shooting through the ripe mound of flesh.
Sweat poured from Joan's skin as exhaustion filled every muscle. Yet she danced faster, more wildly. The strongly erotic smell of her perspiring body filled the room, sending Eddie's drugged mind soaring to the very heights of lusting desire. Joan knew that the time had come to fuck! She could see the need in Eddie's eyes devouring the fullness of her wonderful body. And her own cunt was already throbbing madly.
While she continued to move like a sex machine gone insane, Joan's slender fingers moved to the waistband of her satin hot pants. Without taking her eyes off Eddie's stiff cock, she undid the clasp holding her pants in place.
Eddie's eyes flashed from the swollen mounds of Joan's tits to the open front of her hot pants. Her hands rose to cup each fat boob as the sluttish garment covering her ass and cunt slid down her smooth, firm thighs and legs. In a few seconds she was daintily stepping from the soft muss of satin hanging around her ankles.
Eddie was finding it more and more difficult to keep himself under control. He could feel the scum in his balls begin to boil as the flames of lust consumed his mind and body.
Joan stood facing Eddie wearing only her high heels and her black fishnet stockings. Her cunt was clearly visible beneath the criss-crossed strands of black nylon.
Staring between Joan's legs, Eddie could see the pulsing red lips of the woman's pussy half-hidden by the soft black curls of her pubic hair. His mouth watered as a thin stream of cunt-juice rolled down her inner thighs.
Taking a step forward, Joan placed one of her knees on the edge of the bed. Her twat warmed to the intensity of Eddie's gaze as his eyes delved into the soft folds of her steaming pussy. Watching Eddie closely through drugged, half-dosed eyes, she slowly pushed her pantyhose downward. With her twat totally naked, she reached into the dampness and parted her cunt lips with the tips of her manicured fingers.
"Do you like what you see, honey?" she asked, revealing the innermost recesses of her sopping wet snatch.
Eddie didn't bother to answer her question. Instead, he rolled over onto his side and pushed his face to the gaping slit. Taking his hands from the thickening shaft of his prick, he sank his fingers into the firmness of Joan's rounded buttocks.
Joan's mouth dropped open as she felt Eddie's tongue forcing its way into the deep hole of her cunt His lips felt even more wonderful than she could have imagined as they sucked away on the throbbing nub of her swollen clitoris. As she ground her crotch against his face, Eddie's fingers stole into the deep crack of her ass. Before she knew what was happening, one of his strong, thick fingers was worming its way into the tight puckered ring of her anus. Her body stiffened as she felt his sharp nail digging into the sensitive walls of her asshole.
The sounds of Eddie's hard-working mouth could be heard over the still throbbing beat of the music pouring from the two wall speakers. His teeth tortured the hard nub of flesh wonderfully, causing her mind to soar to new heights of lust.
With her eyes locked shut Joan first slammed her body against Eddie's tongue as it delved into her cunt, then back against his probing finger. She could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing to the incredible sensations that raced through her body.
Eddie's mouth filled with the sweet secretions of Joan's fiery cunt. Her thick cream coated his lips and teeth, the walls of his mouth and his tongue. And while he sucked her pussy dry, he could feel muscles hidden deep within her anal canal tightening around his exploring finger.
But Eddie needed more than just the taste of Joan's cunt. He needed to feel her entire body sucking away at his prick. He needed to feel the wet lips of her twat working up and down the length of his thick shaft of cock meat. He needed a good fucking!
Savagely he tore his finger from Joan's asshole and pulled his face out from between her long, sculptured legs. Reaching up, he dug his strong fingers into the swollen ripe fruit of her hanging tits. Using the thrusting mounds of flesh like handles, he pulled her down on top of his bloated cock. This was the moment that Joan had waited for all night! Feeling her pantyhose still around her thighs, she reached down and clawed at the wet nylon until it hung in shreds around her legs.
Eddie was amazed at the transformation that had taken place right before his eyes. As he watched the half-crazed woman tearing at her pantyhose, he remembered the first time he had seen her earlier that night. In the casino, she was the very picture of cool sensuality. But the need for his cock had turned her into a raging animal. Her mind centered on one thing. Being fucked!
And Eddie knew he had a prick that could do the job! Lying on his back, he once again thrilled to the feeling of Joan's tits mashed against the hardness of his hairy chest, her burning nipples searing his bare flesh.
Reaching between their bodies, Joan's fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of Eddie's tool, pressing it to the dripping gash of her hungry cunt. With a knee on either side of his body, she lifted herself high enough to position the blood-filled head of his tool to the lips of her pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his rock-hard prick.
Eddie went wild as he felt Joan's cunt kissing the blunt tip of his throbbing manhood. Impatient to feel his dick immersed in the steaming heat of her velvet-lined chamber, he yanked down on her tits brutally while slamming his tool upwards. The sensitive folds of flesh yielded to the monstrous shaft as it sank into her quivering belly.
Eddie had never fucked a woman with talents that could compare to Joan's! Her cunt was like an oven, roasting his prick in its searing juices. He could feel the dripping secretions running down the length of his cock and into the deep crack between his ass cheeks.
The expression on Joan's face was almost unbelievable. She seemed to be laughing, crying and screaming all at the same time. Her wantonly grinning lips mouthed silent words as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her raven hair hung about her face, tangled and damp from her burning passions. Her entire body slammed down to meet each thrust of Eddie's powerful hips. Her tortured clit ground against the base of his dick. Squirming against his hard body, she pressed the tip of her left breast to his hungry mouth.
Eddie didn't pass up the chance to taste one of the succulent boobs. With his fingers tightly wrapped around the firm mound he began gently to munch the throbbing hardness of her left nipple, lashing the nub of dark brown flesh with his moist tongue.
Thrilling to the dual delights of Eddie's mouth and cock, Joan climaxed! The muscles deep within her cunt clamped down on his prick as her juices bathed the thick length of searing flesh. A loud scream burst from her lips, and Joan sank her sharp teeth into one of the man's broad shoulders.
The tightness of Joan's marvelous cunt was more than Eddie could stand. Slamming his whole body up off the bed, the tip of his throbbing tool exploded deep inside her steaming pussy.
Joan felt new sensations throughout her body as Eddie pumped his boiling load into her well fucked cunt. She could feel each spurt as it burst from the tiny slit in the head of his prick and splashed against the sensitive walls of her snatch. As Eddie soared to the very heights of ecstasy, his teeth sank into Joan's fat tit. The girl was surprised how wonderful the pain felt. His vicious treatment of her breast set a new chain of climaxes ripping through her mind and soul! Grinding against each other, their bodies fused into one great mass of sweating flesh, entwined as they struggled to enjoy the last moments of passionate ecstasy.
But soon the last echoes of their fabulous orgasms faded. Totally exhausted, Joan lay atop Eddie's tired form. The strained sounds of labored breathing filled each other's ears as they fought to fill their lungs with air.
Eddie's limp prick remained in the wet heat of Joan's cunt for several minutes, until she rolled off him heavily. Still silent, they lay side by side, legs spread apart, enjoying the caress of the cool air on their hot crotches.
"That was out of this fuckin' world," Joan said softly, pressing a heaving tit to the side of his arm.
Eddie smiled at her words, still too weak to reply. Every muscle in his body seemed completely drained of. strength. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the total exhaustion of their wild fucking. For a few moments only the sound of their deep breathing filled the room. The record having finished, the hi-fi set automatically shut itself off. Turning his face towards Joan, Eddie spoke.
"You've got one hell of a cunt, baby. One hell of a cunt!" he said, reaching out to run his fingers through the damp pubic hair covering Joan's pussy.
After a little time had passed, Eddie asked for some more grass. Joan didn't want to move, but she did want to please him. Swinging her long legs over the side of the bed, she wearily climbed to her feet. Her body felt very weak as she crossed the large room.
The first thing that Joan did was stack several more records onto the hi-fi set, filling the room with sensuous music. Then she reached for the small wooden box.
Eddie's eyes never strayed from the rounded perfection of Joan's ass. He could hardly believe the new sensations of lust stirring his cock as his gaze delved into the dark crack between her ass cheeks. Though he had just finished pumping a burning load into Joan's pussy, he felt the urgent need for her body returning.
Joan's eyes widened with amazed delight as she turned back to find Eddie's cock already half erect She had never seen a man's strength return so quickly. The glistening wetness of her cunt juice coating his prick hadn't even had time to dry!
Eddie enjoyed watching the lust rise in Joan's face as she stared at his hardening prick. He could almost see her cunt lips throbbing as she climbed back onto the bed. She couldn't tear her eyes from his incredible tool.
"Aren't you going to roll that joint?" Eddie asked, amused at Joan's fascination with his prick.
Eddie's words interrupted her thoughts, and they were soon both laughing at her dazed actions. Still holding the wooden box in her hands, Joan rolled over onto her stomach and went to work.
Eddie tucked his hands behind back of his head as he watched Joan making another reefer. First, she removed two pieces of paper from the pack and glued them together. Reaching for the bottle of grass, she carefully tapped out just the right amount of pot. Deftly, she rolled the paper into a tight tube, sealing it with the very tip of her moist tongue.
Joan pressed the finished joint between Eddie's lips. Striking a match, she held it to the tightly rolled tip. She was pleased to see his attention focused on the rise and fall of her tits. Lying back down on her stomach, she listened to the sound of Eddie sucking the smoke into his lungs. After a few good drags, Eddie felt himself getting high. The pot he was smoking was obviously the very best that Mexico had to offer. The strong smoke burned his lungs, but he was able to hold back the urge to cough.
He turned his attentions back to Joan's body. Her smooth skin seemed radiant as she lay stretched across the comfortable bed. With her legs spread apart, he had a perfect view of her hairless ass. He wondered whether she had fallen asleep as his fingers reached out to touch the firm globes of her fleshy buttocks.
Joan was anything but asleep as she fought to remain still beneath Eddie's expert hands. Her clit began to ache as his skilled fingers explored the deep crack of her ass. She hungered for the feel of a stiff finger digging into the very depths of her bowels.
But Eddie had something else in mind. Shifting his position on the bed, he carefully pried Joan's ass cheeks apart. His cock came to rigid attention as he gazed at her exciting asshole for the first time. A deep, growling moan slipped from between her lips as she felt Eddie's hot breath on the tight-ringed hole. The muscles in her ass tensed against his strong hands as she felt his tongue lightly stroking the full length of her deep crack.
Eddie could taste the excess sperm and cunt-juice that had dripped between Joan's buttocks. He could feel her body trembling beneath him. He could hear the hungry sounds spilling from her lips. And he could smell the aroma of her burning lust!
Joan's fingers clawed the bedsheets as the tip of Eddie's tongue began toying with her asshole. Her nipples rubbed against the cloth beneath her, sending shocks of excitement racing through her blood.
With quick jabs, Eddie's tongue forced its way into the steaming heat of her anus. Grinding his whole face down against her fat ass, he was soon licking away at the walls of Joan's burning asshole. Eddie let his hot saliva flood her tight canal as he sucked hungrily on her hidden cavern.
Joan knew what was on Eddie's mind, and she prayed that her asshole would be big enough to take the thickness of his cock. Fear flashed in her mind for a moment as she thought of the pain that would soon fill her body, but it was pushed from her mind by thoughts of the ecstasy she knew would follow.
Eddie couldn't have cared less about what Joan was afraid of. His only concern was the aching in his thick shaft and hairy balls. And he knew that her tight asshole was what he needed. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, Eddie pulled her up until she was in a kneeling position, her magnificent buttocks only inches away from his raging dick.
"Take it easy, honey. Okay?" Joan asked, her voice almost pleading as she looked over her shoulder.
Fear rushed back into her body as she realized that Eddie wasn't even listening to her. Her lips began to tremble as she stared into his sadistically burning eyes.
Wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft of his prick, Eddie began to stroke his hand up and down the pole's entire length. He wanted to be at full strength when he slammed his cock into Joan's exciting asshole.
Joan's eyes traveled down from Eddie's face to the monstrous tool that he held in his hand. She had enjoyed many stiff shafts up her ass, but never one as thick and fat as his. Her body began to shake as he spoke.
"Spread 'em for me, baby." Eddie said, a lewd grin flashing across his face.
Joan was too frightened to be anything but obedient. Reaching behind herself, she dug her sharp nails into her firm ass cheeks. She pulled the heavy globes of meat as far apart as she could. Without her hands to support herself, Joan's face and tits were ground into the soft bed.
Eddie stared into the tiny puckered hole for a while before pressing the blunt tip of his prick to the entrance. He could see his saliva shining there.
Joan gasped as she felt the size of Eddie's cockhead against her anus. She knew that the blood-filled shaft was just too big. But his grip on her body made it impossible for her to move. Tired of waiting for the inevitable pain, Joan closed her eyes, held her breath, and slammed back against Eddie's throbbing tool.
Joan was blinded by the pain of Eddie's fat prick stretching her flesh to the very limits of endurance. Her body thrashed insanely before the onslaught of her lover's raging cock. Tears sprang to her tightly shut eyes as she fought to remain conscious!
Eddie's hips slammed his shaft deeper and deeper as his fingers sought out the hardness of the woman's throbbing clit. Pumping his rod in and out of Joan's asshole, his experienced fingers began filling her body with new, wonderful sensations.
Before she could even realise what was happening, the brutal pain began to fade from her thoughts. Eddie's experienced touch was making her hunger for more. Totally submerged in the swirling sea of her lusts, Joan rammed the full force of her body back against the monstrous tool. She could feel his heavy balls bouncing against her sopping wet cunt with every thrust of his powerful hips.
The pain was gone, and in its wake was a joy more wonderful than anything she had ever experienced before. Orgasm followed orgasm as Joan's asshole sucked the scum from Eddie's balls. She could feel his spurting loads splashing against the tender walls of her anal canal as his hands continued to tear away at her quivering pussy.
Eddie's climax seemed endless! His thick shaft actually trembled as Joan's searing flesh emptied every last drop from his aching balls. He could feel her secretions covering his hands as they orgasmed together!
With Eddie's limp prick still sunk deep into her asshole, Joan strength gave way. Exhausted she collapsed, crushed into the bed by the weight of his powerful frame. Streams of salty sweat stained her body as she desperately tried to breath.
As she lay in a crumpled, damp heap, a strange thought entered her mind. With the last ounce of strength in her whole body, she smiled. Joan Billings realized that she had forgotten to call her fiance back in New York-to tell him that their engagement was off!
CHAPTER TWO
Eddie and Joan were fast asleep when her two roommates stumbled in. After a wild night in downtown Vegas, Beverly Taylor and Helen James could hardly see straight. Their stomachs were full of booze, and their cunts were full of semen! "Did you see the size of that bastard's prick?" Helen giggled, her words slurring as an obscene grin turned up the comers of her mouth. "I thought that son of a bitch was going to rip me in half !"
The sound of the drunken laughter woke Eddie and Joan from their exhausted sleep just as Beverly switched the lights on. For a long moment everything was very quiet, then the uncomfortable silence was shattered as howling laughter once again echoed from the walls of the large hotel room.
"Get a look at that little bitch," Helen called out. "Her first fuckin' night at the hotel and she's already got the town's biggest stud ramming his cock up into her belly!"
At first, Joan was embarrassed at being caught with a stream of dried scum running down her inner thighs. But she quickly overcame her modesty. Rolling over onto her back, Joan lifted her legs into the air and spread them as far as she could. Displaying the drenched cavern of her well fucked cunt, she watched as her roommates' eyes delved into the wet folds of her pussy.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Eddie stared up at the two women standing at the foot of the bed They were dressed in two of the wildest outfits that he had ever seen!
Helen's statuesque body was totally encased in skintight silver lame. The long-sleeved gown rose from the floor to fasten around her slender neck. The shimmering material moulded to every inch of her lush body. On either side were two slashes that reached well above her waist. Every time she made the slightest move, flashes of darkly tanned legs and rounded ass cheeks could be seen through the high slits in the sides of her gown.
Beverly was wearing a garment designed to show off her best features ... her tits! She wore a black mini-dress with a neckline that plunged down to her navel. Her obviously braless tits were almost completely naked as she stood with her hands on her hips, enjoying the warmth of Eddie's eyes on her thrusting boobs.
"I thought that you two weren't coming home tonight," Joan said, her voice showing the slightest trace of annoyance.
"What's the matter, honey?" Helen asked, licking her lips as she stared at Eddie's half erect prick. "Don't you like the idea of sharing that stud's nice fat cock with your roommates?"
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Beverly added sarcastically. "We're gonna let you have some too."
"Yeah," Helen snickered, "just as soon as we're finished with it!"
Joan realized that her roommates were a lot drunker than she had originally thought. She had no intention of standing between them and anything they wanted. She wasn't interested in getting her face pushed in fighting over Eddie's prick!
And Eddie couldn't have been happier! Earlier in the evening, as his cock pumped in and out of Joan's cunt, he found himself wondering where her roommates were. It had been quite a while since he had fucked either.
"Take it easy, girls" he laughed, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft of his prick. "There's plenty of meat to go around. No need to fight over it!"
"Fight over that shitty cock?" Helen laughed, her hungry eyes racing up and down the tool's length. "I've sucked off German Shepherds with better pricks than that!"
"And I've helped her!" Beverly added.
Joan was shocked and thrilled at their words. The lips of her cunt began to tremble as she imagined the two women on their knees, fucking a big dog. She wondered whether or not they had really done it.
Helen moved like a snake in her tight dress. Slithering to the bar, she fixed two drinks. Eddie could see the deep crack of her ass outlined beneath the tautly drawn material as she moved.
Beverly walked to the small table beside the bed and picked up the wooden box that lay atop it. She was soon lighting the tip of a reefer. While her gaze sneaked into the sensitive folds of flesh between Joan's legs, she sucked great lungfuls of drugged smoke into her expanding chest.
Watching Beverly closely, Eddie wondered whether her tits would burst from the top of her dress as die mounds of heaving meat rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. He could see how hard her nipples were becoming as they rubbed against the material. His mouth watered as he imagined his lips wrapped around the hard nubs.
Helen came to the bed holding the two drinks out in front of her. Careful not to spill the precious liquid, she sat down on the edge of the mattress. With Beverly busy getting high on the powerful grass, she handed the second drink took Eddie. Happily grasping the cold glass, he took a deep swallow.
His prick jerked to attention as he looked at Helen. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, the slits in the floor length gown parted to show off the smoothly tanned skin of her long, slender limbs. She was more than pleased to see Joan's eyes devouring the exciting display of flesh.
Bending at the waist, Beverly pressed the tip of the tightly rolled joint between Joan's lips. As she moved forward, the swollen mound of her right tit spilled over the top of her low cut dress. Joan's body stiffened at the sight.
Climbing back up to her feet, Beverly made no move to shove her exposed boob back into her dress. Instead, she cupped the heavy mound in her manicured fingers and held it out towards Helen.
Helen certainly didn't need another invitation. In a flash, her lips were wrapped around the throbbingly hard nipple at the very tip of Beverly's right tit. The woman's hungry mouth made loud wet noises as she sucked away at the thrusting breast.
Joan had spent endless hours dreaming about other women's bodies as she finger-fucked her own, but this was the first time that she was actually seeing one. woman making love to another. Seeing the looks of total rapture on Helen's and Beverly's faces brought every lesbian tendency to the surface. Joan's swollen cunt lips ached to feel the touch of Beverly's hot mouth sucking the womanly secretions from its depths!
Helen's hands flew to the front of her friend's dress as she sucked Beverly's hard nipple into the steaming moisture of her mouth. In another moment, the woman's other breast was free, spilling over the top of her dress as it hung loosely from her shoulders.
Joan remained fascinated by the sight of Helen's mouth flying from one ripe breast to the other. She could see saliva glistening against the pale skin. Still sucking in smoke, Joan felt one of Eddie's hands moved to her flat belly. His fingers were cold and wet from the drink that he had been holding only moments before.
Eddie's prick was already back to full strength as his fingers massaged Joan's hard stomach. His hand slowly drifted downward, into the churning heat of between her legs.
A deep moan slipped from Joan's lips as she felt Eddie's hand pressing against her cunt. Lusting tremors passed through her body as she felt one of his thick, strong fingers forcing its way into the velvet chamber. But Joan's eyes never left the sight of Helen's mouth thrilling Beverly's tits!
Beverly knew what was going on in her young roommate's mind. She could tell how turned on Joan was by seeing her tits. While Helen's teeth sent shivers of excitement racing through one breast, Bev's hand held out her other mound of flesh, offering it to the younger woman's drooling mouth.
Joan couldn't contain herself any longer. With , Eddie's finger still exploring her pussy, she leaned up on one elbow and slowly inched towards the exposed flesh. Dropping the joint into an ashtray beside the bed, she held her head motionless only an inch from the tip of Bev's boob. Then, as her eyes fell closed, Joan's mouth captured the throbbing nipple!
New flames of lust roared through Eddie's body as he watched Joan and Helen sucking away at Beverly's tits. He could feel the blood rushing to fill his erect cock as Beverly's face became a mask of passion. His hand flew to his cock, and he began pumping, the scum boiling in his tightly muscled belly!
Beverly thrust her body forward, crushing her enormous breasts against the girl's faces. She could feel the sharpness of their teeth digging into the sensitive flesh, sending chills surging through her blood. Reaching forward, she took the still burning joint from the ashtray and brought it back to her lips. Swooning to the sensations of their hungrily sucking mouths, she let the smoke, fill her lungs.
With Joan's back towards him, Eddie could see the thin stream dripping from her tight asshole. The sight made him remember the tightness of her anus as it sucked away at his stiff prick. Still pumping away at his own cock, he pulled his fingers from the damp warmth of Joan's cunt and let them creep into the deep crevice between her buttocks.
Joan moaned as she felt Eddie's strong fingers stretching her puckered asshole. The walls of her anal canal were still sore from the beating they had taken beneath the thrusts of his prick, yet she enjoyed the sensations none the less.
Helen wasn't content just to suck Beverly's tits! Slipping her hand beneath the hem of the mini-dress, her fingers searched for the other woman's hotly quivering slit. Her fingers thrilled to the feeling of Beverly's creamy-skinned inner thighs.
Beverly held her breath as she felt Helen's fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of her black bikini panties. Her cunt's secretions filled the depths of her lusting slit. Helen's fingertips toyed with the soft curls of her roommate's pubic hair as she pulled the thin nylon garment downward. The muscles in Bev's thighs tensed as she felt her pussy being uncovered.
Joan could smell the pungent aroma of Beverly's cunt and it made her mouth water. She could smell the musky heat of her own pussy as Eddie's finger drove deeper and deeper into the tightness of her throbbing asshole.
Leaving a trail of wet kisses down the front of Beverly's body, Helen lowered her face into the churning heat of her friend's crotch. She plunged her face beneath the hem of Bev's short skirt and pressed it to the gaping slit of her deep cunt.
Watching Helen suck the hot juices from Beverly's twat was just about all that Eddie could take. Yanking his finger from Joan's tight asshole, he jumped off the bed. With his swollen prick standing out from the center of his body, his hands raced to the hidden zipper on the back of Helen's gown. Still drinking the fluids from her Beverly's cunt, Helen helped Eddie remove her dress. In seconds the silver garment lay in a soft pile on the thick carpet, and her lush body was completely exposed.
Beverly's trembling legs could no longer support the weight of her own body. With both mouths still working away on her tits and cunt, she tumbled down to the soft bed. She positioned herself on her back in the center, with Helen between her legs and Joan atop her, while Eddie stood watching. His prick stood out as straight and as hard as a flagpole.
On her hands and knees as she sucked Bev's cunt, Helen's cunt and asshole were exposed to Eddie's eager eyes. He could see the wetness of her pussy glistening in the dim light. Wrapping his fingers around the thickness of his shaft, he climbed onto the bed, fitting the swollen head of his prick to the entrance into Helen's twat. His entire body stiffened as her cunt lips kissed the tip of his blunt tool.
Eddie allowed himself to enjoy the thrilling sensations for a moment, then slammed the full weight of his body forward. On the very first thrust his prick rammed halfway into the steaming heat of Helen's lower belly. Lubricated by her fluids, the swollen shaft sank deeper and deeper, while muscles hidden within the walls of her cunt sucked the essence from his balls.
Joan's mouth moved from the hard tip of Beverly's tit to the sweetness of her mouth. Her tongue forced its way between the other woman's lips as she tasted the richness of Bev's saliva. Beverly was delighted with the eagerness of her kiss. Letting Joan explore the depths of her mouth, she sank her sharply nailed fingers into the other woman's tits. Joan's deep growl added to her pleasure.
Helen slammed her body back against Eddie's throbbing cock. Wiggling her hips, she was able to mash her burning clit against the side of his pistoning prick. She could almost feel the thick rod growing within her belly as she reared back to meet each new thrust.
Eddie felt as though he hadn't fucked in ten years as he rammed his cock into Helen's cunt again and again. He could feel rivers of sweat rolling down his face as his orgasm drew closer. He kept his eyes focused on the sight of Beverly and Joan sucking at each other's mouth.
Helen thrilled to the feel of Eddie's strong fingers digging into her hips as he directed his thrusting cock into her body. She loved being totally at his mercy, kneeling before him in this humiliating position.
Joan tore her mouth from Beverly and sat upright. Placing a knee on either side of the woman's head, she slowly lowered her sopping cunt down onto Bev's waiting mouth.
That was exactly what Beverly was waiting for! Ever since setting eyes on the Joan earlier in the day, she had been waiting for her first taste of thick cunt-juice. Her tongue pushed its way into the soft folds of Joan's cunt. Then her lips and teeth toyed with the younger girl's throbbingly erect clit.
The mattress groaned beneath the weight of four people fucking. Beverly lay on her back enjoying Helen's lips on her cunt while her own tongue sucked at the dripping hole of Joan's twat. Seeing the three women sucking one another made Eddie's prick burn with desire as he slammed it in and out of the tightness of Helen's belly.
Suddenly, Eddie felt the aching in his balls grow greater than it ever had before. He could feel the blood rushing to fill his thick tool as the scum boiled in his belly.
Helen screamed with joy as she felt the steaming wetness of Eddie's passion flooding her raging cunt. As each spurt of sperm splashed against the walls of her twat, it drove her own climax closer and closer until she was totally engulfed in the ecstasy of her orgasm!
Thrashing beneath Eddie's exploding cock, Helen's mouth went wild on Beverly's cunt. She sucked at the sopping hole as she never had before, paying special attention to the throbbing clit hidden in the folds.
In her dreams, Joan had thought that the feel of a woman's mouth sucking her cunt would be wonderful, but she didn't realise how wonderful! Tremors of lust took complete control of her body as she ground her crotch down against Beverly's slavering mouth.
The room was filled with the throbbing heat and pungent smells of lusting sex as Helen, Beverly, Joan and Eddie all orgasmed together Their sweat flowed together as their bodies formed one great mass of heaving, lusting flesh. Before the Nevada sun heated the morning air, all four lay in an exhausted heap of tangled arms and legs. And in their sleep, wide grins of contented satisfaction spread across their faces!
CHAPTER THREE
When Eddie woke up, he found himself alone in the large bed. Rising up on one elbow, his eyes fell on Joan as she stood before a full length mirror brushing her long black hair. As usual, he had woken with a terrific erection.
"You're a sound sleeper," Joan said, smiling as she looked over her shoulder. "Welcome to the land of the living."
Joan's gaze was directed at the hard shaft of meat between Eddie's legs, and he made no move to cover himself. Instead, his fingers began slowly to stroke the hardness of his prick. He could see the lust rising in her eyes, as his hand worked up and down the hard shaft.
"Where'd everybody go?" Eddie asked fluffing a pillow beneath his head.
"Down by the pool," Joan replied, turning to face him as he lay spread-eagled on the bed. "And that's where I'm headed, as a matter-of-fact," she added, still staring between his muscular legs.
Joan was clothed in a tiny bikini. The garment hardly covered more than her nipples, cunt and asshole. The rest of her skin was on display, including most of her heaving tits! Eddie's mouth watered as he remembered the soft feel of her flesh beneath his thrusting hips.
Joan walked towards the bed, rolling her hips and ass with each step that she took. Eddie could see the material covering her crotch digging into the folds of her pussy, outlining its sensitive lips.
Joan's eyes never left Eddie's prick as she slowly sat down at the foot of the bed. Her hand reached out and began to fondle the erect tool as her long pink tongue licked her lips.
Eddie felt the muscles in his thighs tense as Joan's fingernails scraped over the smooth skin of his cock-head. His body stiffened as he felt one of her fingers explore the tiny pee-slit
"I thought you were going down to the pool," he said, the lust rising in his voice.
Joan just smiled as she lowered her face into the churning heat between Eddie's legs. Wrapping her fingers around the thickness of his prick, she allowed her tongue to cover the swollen head with hot saliva. A soft, low-pitched moan rose from her throat as she lashed his raging tool over and over again.
Eddie's hand moved to the back of her head and gently but firmly pressed her face down. Joan opened her lips as wide as she could, allowing the thick shaft to push its way into the dampness of her mouth. Eddie closed his eyes and relaxed into the softness of the bed as his cock sank into her throat. His ass lifted from the mattress as the heat engulfed the raging flesh.
Joan's hands reached around beneath Eddie's body and she began to fondle the hanging sacks of his balls. Very carefully, she weighed each sphere, knowing the chills that were singing through his blood stream.
Tremors of lust filled Eddie as he felt her fingers creep into the deep crack of his ass. He caught his breath as she sought out and found the tight hole of his anus. The sounds of her mouth filled his ears as her finger forced its way into the tight channel. He could feel the sharpness of her nails scraping against the sensitive walls.
Muscle spasms in Eddie's hips drove the thick shaft of his prick still further into Joan's throat as her slender finger explored the very depths of his asshole. Bent over, he could feel the tips of her tits brushing against the hairy skin on his thighs with only the thinness of her bathing suit between them. His hands clawed the wrinkled bedsheets as the uncontrollable force took hold of his body, thrashing beneath the passionate torment of Joan's mouth.
Joan prepared herself as she felt his cock swelling between her lips. Her teeth gently chewed the torrid flesh, knowingly sending tremors racing through his nerves. Her jaws ached with strain, but she didn't hesitate for a moment as she sucked.
Suddenly, slamming into the back of her throat, Eddie's rod exploded, the boiling fluid shooting out of the tiny slit as he listened to Joan's mouth sucking every drop into her quivering belly.
Joan fought not to lose one droplet. Her mind swooned as she felt the thick juice splash against her throat. Tears of joy squeezed through her tightly locked eyelids as the bitter taste of Eddie's passion filled every inch of her body.
And then he was finished. Lying in an exhausted heap, he watched his limp prick slide from Joan's mouth as she pulled her head out from between his legs. The cold air on his spent cock sent a chill racing up his spine as she stood up at the foot of the bed.
"I guess I'll go down to the pool now," she said, her tongue licking the last drops of Eddie's sperm from her lips.
Eddie didn't have the strength to stop her as she adjusted the shoulder straps on her bathing suit. Smiling triumphantly, she crossed the room to her closet and slipped into a pair of high heel slippers. With a toss of her head, she moved to the door.
"Give me a call later," she said, pulling the door open and disappearing.
The moisture still glistened on his prick as Eddie relaxed. He wanted to catch a little more sleep before leaving, but glancing at the small clock on the table beside the bed, he saw he had only a few minutes to get dressed and be downstairs. An important rehearsal had been called for the band, and he had to be there.
Climbing out of the bed, he wiped his limp, damp prick against the sheets and retrieved his clothes from the pile in the center of the room. As he finished dressing, he could feel the strength returning to his limbs. After quickly combing his hair, he left the room, making sure that the door was locked behind him. He found himself humming as he made his way back to his own small room on the other side of the hotel. He grabbed his trumpet and headed for the main ballroom on the ground floor. He was getting hungry, but there just wasn't enough time to stop for a bite to eat. If he came late to the rehearsal it would mean trouble, and Eddie was feeling too good to start a fight with his band leader.
The other members of the show band were already on stage when Eddie arrived, but he was on time. Climbing the steps at the side of the stage, he took his place and unpacked his horn.
"How's it going, Eddie?" Tommy Regan said, pulling the mouthpiece of his sax from between his lips. "It looks like you had one hell of a busy night!"
"No complaints, buddy, no complaints," Eddie replied, tuning up his horn. "How are things breakin' for you?"
"I'm too fucked out to work!" Tommy laughed, purposely blowing a sour note on his sax.
Shelly Coan walked on stage carrying a folder of music. He was the hotel's musical director and leader of the twenty-piece band. Dropping the music on the piano, he sat down.
"As you all know," he began, his fingers absently running over the keyboard, "Judy Valentine is opening here in a few days. She's come by to run over a few of the tunes that shell be using in her show. So let's cut the shit and get down to work."
Bob Bongart playfully thumped his bass drum, getting a laugh from some of the other musicians. But silence fell over the band as the singer walked out from the wings of the stage.
Judy Valentine was one hell of a women! Dressed in tiny hot pants and a tight sweater, she wiggled her ass wildly as she displayed herself to the roomful of horny musicians. And there wasn't one man on the stage whose eyes weren't glued to her bountiful tits as they swayed with each step.
Eddie could see the hard nubs of her swollen nipples straining against the taut material of her sweater as she stood in front of the band. Her braless boobs stood straight out in front of her, heaving with every breath that she took. He could see the massive mounds of ripe flesh rise and fall as her lips curled into a lustily inviting smile.
"Hello, gentlemen," Judy said, resting her fisted hands on the rounded flesh of her hips.
Judy could feel her cunt throbbing with excitement as she watched all those horny bastards devouring her body with their eyes. Glancing at each of them, she began to imagine the size of their pricks! She stood with her legs spread apart, silently inviting each and every one of them to feel the hot dampness of her cunt.
Shelly handed her a microphone, then he instructed his men to turn to the first tune they were going to ran through. More than a few of the musicians had difficulty tearing their eyes from Judy's boobs as they turned to a song called "In The Eyes Of A Child".
When Judy began to sing, the empty room became alive with the sound of her voice. Each note seemed dripping with cunt-juice! Her body moved lasciviously as the lyric flowed from her lips. She held the mike as though it were a prick, moving her fingers up and down its thickness as she pressed the blunt end to her moist mouth.
Eddie's eyes flashed from the music to the rounded swells of Judy's buttocks as he felt his prick getting harder and harder. He could feel the blood rushing to stiffen his cock as he stared at the crack of her ass outlined beneath the tight material of her hot pants.
Before the long song was finished, Judy had turned its innocent lyrics into one of the most obscene things Eddie had ever heard. Standing in the center of the stage, her movements were those of a woman being fucked by a ten inch cock. Savagely, her hips shot forward as if her cunt were sucking the sperm out of each and every man watching her.
Eddie could almost hear a sigh of relief rise from the band when they concluded the first tune. He knew that his wasn't the only raging prick aching to be free.
When Judy turned back to the musicians, her face was damp with salty sweat, and the smile on her lips told the men that she knew exactly what she was doing. Eddie was sure that he could see the flush of burning desire clouding her face as they began the next tune.
By the end of the afternoon, several musicians had shot off in their pants and there was a dark, spreading wet spot on the material covering Judy's crotch. Even though the air-conditioning was on full blast, every person on that stage was sweating.
As they worked on the last song, Judy knew that she needed cock! Her cunt was steaming with desire and she could feel a thin stream of juice overflowing her hot pussy.
The last song of the afternoon was a slow ballad, and Judy milked every note. As she sang, her hands came up to caress the swollen mounds of her boobs. As every man in the room looked on, she ground her hard nipples into the palms of her hands. With her eyes fluttering dosed, she dug her fingers into the firm flesh.
Eddie lowered his horn from his lips as Judy's hands moved to the hem of her sweater. As she rolled her hips, she slowly pulled the bottom of the garment upwards, revealing the smoothness of her tanned stomach. His prick grew even harder as she revealed the deep recess of her elongated navel.
With a sudden movement of her arms, Judy yanked her sweater over her head, tossing the damp garment off the stage. Her heavy tits bounced into view, the bright lights reflecting from sweat coated smoothness.
Judy stood proudly displaying her tits for only a moment before her hands reached for the waistband of her pants. And in a flash, the sexy garment was sliding down her thighs.
She wore black, almost transparent pantyhose. She knew that everyone could see the red lips of her cunt as she stood with her legs spread apart. Spinning before their hungry eyes, she showed off the perfection of her ass cheeks, and the deepness of the crevice between her buttocks.
Digging her fingers into the nylon covering her pussy, she literally tore the material from her crotch. Her face twisted into a mask of lust and desire, she flopped down onto the hard wooden stage, lifting her legs up in the air. Sinking her fingers into her inner thighs, she parted her legs as wide as she could, displaying the drooling wetness of her cunt to the horny musicians.
Recovering from the initial shock of Judy's actions, Shelly bolted from the piano, tearing his pants open as he charged. By the time he had climbed between her upraised legs, his cock was standing straight out from the center of his body, its bulbous head glowing with bright red heat.
Judy screamed at the top of her lungs as Shelly drove the thick shaft into the quivering depths of her flooded pussy. She could feel the lips of her cunt straining to fit around the swollen tool as he slammed the full weight of his athletic body into her lower belly. She could feel his heavy balls bouncing against the crack of her ass as her cunt swallowed every fraction of his nine inch cock!
Bobby James-bass fiddle crashed to the floor as he rushed to the front of the stage. Lust twisted the features of his black face as he ripped open the front of his tight-fitting pants.
Judy's eyes widened as she watched the throbbing hardness of Bobby's ebony prick coming towards her. She grinned lewdly as he dropped down to his knees, pushing the blunt end of his swollen tool to her lips. Reaching out, her slender finger wrapped around the thick shaft, pulling it to her open mouth.
Shelly's pistoning dick moved even faster as he watched the hungry bitch ram the black tool down her throat. He could see the saliva dripping from the comers of her lips as she began to suck the juice from his aching balls.
Before long, every one of the twenty musicians was crowding around the prone figure. Her eyes flashed from one exposed cock to the next as she slammed her body up to meet Shelly's thrusting hips. She could feel the immense thickness of Bobby's prick filling her throat as she reached out to grab hold of two more raging shafts.
With Shelly's dick still digging into her belly, Judy was turned over onto her side. Eddie's strong hands reached down to tear open the heavy mounds of her buttocks as his naked cock throbbed in the cool air. Dropping down to his knees, he pushed the head of his prick into the deep crevice until he could feel her puckered asshole kissing the blunt tip of his swollen rod.
"Fuck me!" Judy screamed, tearing her mouth from Bobby's black cock for a moment. "Fuck the shit out of me!"
Eddie lunged forward, crashing his thick cock against the tight ring of her anus. His hips thrust forward again and again, until he was able to force his way into the steaming chamber.
Shelly's prick exploded with the raging force of a volcano, shooting load after boiling load into her trembling cunt. He could feel the muscles in her flat belly sucking the sperm from his guts as the hot juices splashed the velvet walls.
As Shelly pulled his spent prick out, Bob Bongart Immediately rammed his in to take its place. Her hips bucked to meet the fully erect tool as the black cock in her mouth burst its load down her throat. Sucking with all her might, she thrilled to the bitter delicious taste.
Eddie's cock felt as though it had been shoved into a burning oven. Muscles deep within her canal gripped his shaft like a vice. He could feel the burning strength of Bob's dick as it dug deep into her quivering belly.
Judy's hands worked furiously on the cocks she was holding. Her experienced fingers worked up and down their throbbing lengths until they too could hold back no longer, and their loads of thick semen splashed down against her darkly tanned skin.
Tommy Regan stripped off his pants completely, and positioned his prick between the huge mounds of her tits. Crushing the thickness of his cock between the succulent melons, he began fucking away madly. When his prick exploded, his scum splashed against Judy's face!
Judy orgasmed as she had never orgasmed before! Again and again, her lust-filled mind soared to the very heights of ecstasy. She could feel the sweat coating her body mix with the endless stream of male fluid that splashed down against her flesh.
Just as soon as a cock spent its load in or on her body, it was replaced by another. And each new prick seemed to drive her to greater heights of lusting pleasure.
Judy's body slammed against the hardness of the wooden floor, filling the stage with a loud thumping sound. She could feel hands and fingers tearing at every inch of skin, twisting and pulling her flesh till it throbbed with pain. But the almost unconscious girl couldn't have cared less. She was being fucked, and that's all that mattered to her!
Judy's mouth, asshole and cunt were filled with the burning juices of twenty men's desires. She wanted their fucking to last forever. She wanted to be at the mercy of their raging pricks till doomsday!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Eight! The point is eight," the dealer called out, pushing the dice towards Bill Hawkins.
"Easy number eight. Easy number eight," Bill repeated again and again as he rattled the ivory cubes in his right hand.
Barbara watched as her newly-wed husband tossed the dice against the padded fall of the table. Her eyes flashed from the number eight on the dice to Bill's face. She was seeing a side of him that she had never seen before. As he collected his chips from the dealer, his eyes flared with burning excitement.
Bill no longer thought about all the money he had lost the day before as he collected the chips from his last win. All told, he was still down from his previous losses. But that didn't matter. He was winning, and the thrill was setting off sensations within him that he had never known existed.
After working as a cocktail waitress for three weeks, Joan was already hip to the score. She had seen many men like Bill Hawkins. Many men who were slaves to their gambling, unable to control the desire to risk everything.
And in those three weeks, Joan had seen many women like Barbara, watching their husbands gamble for hours at a time. But few of those women were as sexy as Mrs. Hawkins!
Barbara was bored to tears as she called to order another drink. Bill had plenty of money to spend at the table, but she was bugged at how little time he was spending with her. They had been married the day before, and he was already ignoring her.
For Barbara, being ignored by a man was something that she had rarely felt before. She had the kind of body that made it difficult for any man to take his eyes away. She stood leaning forward, resting her elbows on one of the table's high walls. As she waited for her drink, the top of her low-cut evening gown gaped open. Glancing downwards, she could see the swells of her big, braless tits against the black silk.
Barbara's nipples suddenly hardened and began to throb when she looked up to see Joan standing beside her, peering down the front of her dress. A warm, inviting grin spread across her face as she reached out to take the drink that Joan was holding for her.
But Barbara didn't straighten up. Moving her body towards Joan, the neckline of her dress slackened even more, showing off the luscious curves.
As she felt Joan's eyes warming her flesh, Barbara's gaze began to drift up and down the length of her body. As usual, her uniform displayed the most exciting of Joan's features, and the suddenly turned-on bride could feel her cunt quivering with lust! .
Barbara's black silk dress was hardly long enough to cover her sopping wet cunt. And when she climbed onto a nearby stool and crossed her nylon-clad legs, the hem of the garment rose almost to her waist.
At three in the morning, there weren't many people in the hotel's huge casino, and Joan was pleased that she had a little time to spend with the young customer. She could see that Barbara was really digging her body.
"You're husband is really going at it," Joan said softly, noticing the wedding band. "And it looks like he's making money at it," she added, watching Bill pull in another stack of chips.
"It's getting to be such a bore," Barbara said, glancing over her shoulder to see Bill's face as excited as a child's on Christmas morning. "I want some excitement, some life," she continued, turning her eyes back to the invitation of Joan's body.
"I'll bet I know what you mean," Joan said, leaning forward and letting her knee brush against Barbara's leg.
Both women felt the shudder of lust as they touched for that one instant. And neither felt the slightest embarrassment as they saw the flames of lust in each other's eyes. On the contrary! Still grinning lewdly, Joan reached out and placed a hand on Barbara's knee. Careful to see that nobody was watching, they silently agreed to enjoy the pleasures of each other's flesh. Joan's heart pounded as she saw Barbara remove a silver pen from the small purse that she carried. Taking one of the matchbooks from a small tray atop the table, she scribbled a message on the inside of its front cover and dropped it back on the tray.
With a flick of her finger, Joan turned the matches around so that she could read the message: "Room 912, when you get off work tonight."
"He'll be here for another five hours," Barbara added, motioning over her shoulder towards Bill.
Barbara didn't even bother to wait for an answer. Wiggling her ass forward, she hopped off the stool and began walking to the exit of the large room. Her hips rolled with each step, and she didn't have to look back to see where Joan's eyes were focused. She could feel the hot stare.
Joan could feel every nerve in her body tingling with excitement as she watched Barbara fading off into the distant shadows of the hotel's lobby. Without even knowing the woman's first name, her mind filled with the obscene images of lesbian love! She still had to work another forty-five minutes, and wasn't sine if she would make it.
Once back in her room, Barbara felt the adrenalin pumping into her blood stream. Even though she looked cool and calm, every inch of her was trembling with lust and excitement. She immediately headed for the small bar against the far wall of the room.
Barbara wanted to look her very best for the guest that she was expecting. As her fingers tore at the zipper on the back of her dress, she crossed the room to her clothes closet. Sifting through the many sexy outfits, she searched for wildest garments that she owned. It was difficult to decide, but Barbara finally wrapped her fingers around a hanger that held only a pair of pure white slacks. That was all she intended to wear. Tossing the pants onto the bed, she slipped off her dress and hung it back in its place in the closet. Then came her shoes and stockings.
In a few moments, Barbara was completely naked, enjoying the air-conditioned coolness on her bare skin. Reaching for her drink, she held her head back and allowed the potent liquid to flood down her throat and into her stomach. Then she moved to her dressing table. Picking up an ivory-handled brush, she began stroking her long golden hair until it shimmered in the dim light. In the mirror she could see her nipples harden as the strands of her silken hair cascaded about her shoulders. In her thoughts she could see Joan's face pressed against her, sucking at the hardness of her brown-tipped breasts.
But Barbara knew that it was getting late, and she forced the thrilling images from her mind. Wrapping her fingers around a tall, slender perfume bottle, she began covering her skin with the erotically scented fluid. Moistening her fingers with the expensive perfume, she pressed her hand between her legs. Barbara wanted Joan to go really wild as she sucked her cunt!
Rising from her chair, Barbara moved back towards the bed, sipping from the tall glass as she felt her tits swaying with each step. Reaching out, she took hold of the white slacks, enjoying the feel of the cool, smooth material.
She felt her pulse quickening as she drew the slacks up against the hot flesh of her legs and thighs. The pants were perfectly tailored for her voluptuous body. She could feel each rounded mound of her ass cheeks cupped by the tightly drawn material while her legs enjoyed a rather loose fit.
Turning to the full length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door, Barbara was more than pleased at the way she looked. She congratulated herself on the choice of clothing as her eyes traveled up and down the reflection in the polished glass. Her darkly tanned skin looked marvelous against the white of her slacks. Arranging her hair carefully, she let the flowing strands cover the hard tips of her proudly thrusting breasts.
Barbara sat down and waited. She sipped her drink as her eyes remained focused on the door. She knew that Joan would be with her soon, and she could feel the muscles in her flat belly tighten with excitement.
Joan didn't waste any time changing when she finished work. Quickly checking her make-up, she headed towards the elevators. She could smell the pungent aroma of her throbbing cunt as she stepped out of the car on the ninth floor.
Barbara's entire body came to rigid attention as she heard the soft knock on the door. With one last gulp, she finished off her drink and slowly rose from the chair. Her legs felt weak as she unlatched the door and twisted the knob.
Joan wasn't prepared for the sight that filled her eyes. Nude to the waist, framed by the doorway, Barbara was the most beautiful woman that she had ever seen! Looking at the mounds of her tits made Joan's cunt overflow. She could feel the steaming secretions dampening the hair covering her pussy.
Barbara felt the same sensations surging through her body as her eyes roamed over the stunning figure before her. She was glad that Joan hadn't changed out of her uniform. No outfit could display her better than those satin hot pants and tiny halter top.
"I'm pleased that you could make it," Barbara finally said, stepping to the side so that her guest could enter the room.
"Thanks for inviting me," Joan replied, her voice hardly more than a deep-pitched growl.
The minute the door swung closed, Barbara wrapped her slender arms around Joan's neck and pulled herself into the heat of her embrace. Their nipples hardened with delight as they crushed the thrusting mounds of their tits together.
Without shoes on, Barbara was a good four inches, shorter than Joan, and she had to stand on her toes as her mouth sought out the steaming cavern of the other woman's mouth. Their tongues fought excitedly as the room filled with the moist sounds of their deep kiss.
Barbara lowered her hands down Joan's back to cup the mounds of her buttocks. Her fingers thrilled to the sweat dampened smoothness of the satin hot pants as they traced the outline of her deep ass crack.
Joan's cunt pushed forward, grinding against the hidden mound of Barbara's hungry pussy. Her hands massaged the taut skin of the other woman's back as she felt her tongue lapping the sweet-tasting saliva from the walls of her mouth.
Barbara's hands moved to the front of Joan's pants and began digging into the damp satin covering her throbbing twat. She thrilled to the sound of muffled moans slipping from deep within Joan's throat as she found the hardness of her clitoris.
At that precise moment, Barbara hated her husband more than anyone else in the entire world. She had fought against her lesbian urgings. She wanted to be free of the perverse need to find satisfaction in the arms of another woman. But because of Bill's inattention, she found herself thrilling to the feel of a pair of tits pressing against her own, burning nipples searing her naked flesh.
Barbara's hands fell from Joan's body as she stepped back to admire the lusciousness that would soon be hers to taste. Her lips trembled as they imagined themselves wrapped around the hard nubs of flesh outlined against the shining satin.
"Why don't you relax," Barbara said, motioning to one of the comfortable chairs. "You must be tired after working all night."
"Thanks," Joan replied, still staring at the swollen mounds of her naked tits. "I sure could use a drink," she added.
A happy smile spread across Barbara's flushed face as she turned to prepare a round of drinks for the two of them. As she poured gin into two tall glasses, her mind filled with the memory of her very first lesbian encounter. She could remember every detail as if it had happened the day before.
By the age of sixteen, Barbara's body had already reached full maturity. Her tits were larger than any girl's in her high school class. Her legs were long and slender, flowing into wide, firm thighs and hips. There wasn't an ounce of fat around her waist.
But Barbara was still a virgin. Even though she enjoyed the hot looks of every man that passed, no prick had ever forced its way into the tightness of her softly haired cunt.
Barbara remembered the day that her favorite teacher asked her to stay after school to help with some chores. The sounds of Sue Brent's voice had never left her thoughts.
"Thank you for staying to help me," Miss Brent said, her eyes focused on the young student's gorgeous body.
Barbara didn't understand the strange look in her teacher's eyes, but she was glad that she could be of help. Sue had given her a packet of cards to be alphabetized and she was busily working when the thirty-seven year old woman climbed out from behind her desk.
Sue had waited a long time for the opportunity that now lay before her. She had dreamed of pressing her face between Barbara's long legs. She had dreamed of sucking the sweet juices from the sixteen-year-old cunt. And the time to make those dreams come true had finally arrived!
Walking around from behind her desk, Sue stood over her seated student, feeling her nipples throb against the inside of her black lace bra. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft hand to Barbara's shoulder.
The hand felt wonderful to Barbara as it pressed into the softness of her young shoulder. She could hear the rasping sound of her teacher's breathing as she continued her job.
"You've been doing very well in class," Sue said, each word heavy with lust as it slipped from her dry throat.
Barbara felt emotions sweeping her body that she had never felt before. She could feel her virgin pussy trembling with inexplicable excitement as she looked up into the flushed face of her beautiful teacher. The cards slipped from her fingers as Sue's hand moved to the back of her neck.
Miss Brent knew that the building was almost completely empty and she had taken the precaution of locking the classroom door without Barbara noticing.
Barbara's eyes closed as she felt the older woman's. strong fingers sending chills up and down her spine. She knew that she should tell her teacher to stop, but the sensations were just too wonderful.
Barbara was too shocked to say a word as Sue's fingers slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her tight-fitting sweater. A tiny gasp slipped from her trembling lips as she felt her teacher undo the clasp holding her bra closed.
Sue leaned forward, pressing her hungry lips to the smooth skin of her young pupil's back. A flash of excitement surged through her body as Barbara moved forward, making it easier for her to caress the smooth skin of the teenager's back.
Part of Barbara wanted to run from the room, but she couldn't move. She was trapped by the warmth of Sue's lips on her skin. When she felt the front of her sweater being pulled down, she gave a deep sigh. Gently lifting Barbara's head between her hands, Sue's lips sought out the heat of her student's mouth. Her experienced hands moved to the exposed mounds of ripe flesh as she sucked the teenager's tongue between her teeth.
Barbara couldn't keep up with the flood of strange sensations that surged through her body. She could feel herself being moved back in her seat. Through thin slits in her heavy lidded eyes, she watched Sue lowering herself to the floor. Barbara could feel the hem of her short skirt being pushed up around her waist as the older woman's head pushed its way between her legs.
Those were the thoughts that flashed through Barbara's mind as she fixed the two drinks. Holding the frosted glasses in her hands, she turned back to Joan.
Watching Barbara move towards her, Joan's eyes followed the gentle swaying of her naked breasts. Her fingers ached to tear the white material from her body, her mouth watering for its first taste of sweet cunt-juice.
"Here you are," Barbara said, handing Joan one of the drinks.
With a contented smile curling the comers of her mouth, Barbara lowered herself to the floor at Joan's feet. Sipping her drink, she pressed her flushed cheek to the smooth, nylon clad leg of her guest, her lips trembling with lust as she brushed them against Joan's hot skin.
Joan's hand dropped down to Barbara's head. Her fingers toyed with the golden strands. After a long night of work in the busy casino, she was more than grateful for the chance to relax and unwind.
"My husband won't be home for another five hours," Barbara said softly, listening to the scraping sounds her fingernails made as she drew them across the taut black nylon.
Letting her body sink into the back of the overstuffed chair, Joan uncrossed her legs and spread them apart. She caught her breath as Barbara's face moved closer and closer to her quivering cunt.
Setting her glass down, Barbara moved onto her knees. Holding onto Joan's thighs, she carefully spread her legs even further apart. Licking her lips with the very tip of her long, moist tongue, she pushed her face into the churning heat of Joan's crotch, thrilling to the feel of the hard, throbbing clit beneath her sopping wet satin hot pants.
Joan's fingers tightened around her glass as she thrust her hidden pussy against Barbara's hungry mouth. She could feel the sharp edges of her teeth digging into the material covering her steaming cunt.
Barbara dug her fingernails into the firm flesh of Joan's inner thighs as she tasted the hot juices of her twat. Her entire body stiffened as she felt Joan's legs curl around her neck.
Lifting her ass off the seat, Joan slammed her body against Barbara mouth again and again. Even though she was still fully dressed, she could feel her orgasm drawing closer. Her eyes were tightly shut as she felt nimble fingers undoing the front of her hot pants.
Joan's hands rose to the front of her halter top as she felt Barbara tearing at the zipper on the front of her pants. With a quick yank, she tore the satin from her chest, letting the huge mounds of her tits bounce free. The cool air in the room sent shivers racing through them.
Joan unlocked her legs from around Barbara's neck as she felt her pants being drawn down her thighs. She opened her eyes to see her new friend staring up at her tits. The expression of pure lust twisting Barbara's face was enough to make her cunt explode! Barbara's hands flew to the ripe melons of exposed flesh. Digging her fingers into the swollen mounds, she lifted herself to her feet, sinking her mouth into one of them.
Shooting surges of lust filled Joan's mind and body as she felt the sharp teeth thrilling her throbbing nipples. Pain mixed with pleasure as she shoved herself forward, increasing the force of Barbara's sucking mouth. Her mind soared to the very heights of ecstasy as she responded to the sadistic treatment. She could feel hot saliva drenching her tits as Barbara's mouth moved from one erect nipple to the other.
Barbara's tongue lashed back and forth over Joan's nipples as she held them trapped between her teeth. She could feel the tips of her own breasts coming to life as Joan's hands twisted and pulled at the heavy flesh.
Her mouth never leaving the hardness of Joan's left nipple, Barbara climbed into her lap, grinding her ass into her lover's naked cunt. Her tits heaved with new excitement as she felt Joan's hands working at the waistband of her white slacks.
With Barbara's help, Joan was soon pushing the tight-fitting pants down her legs, revealing the wetness of her hair-covered cunt. Immediately, her fingers delved into the folds of sensitive cunt flesh, digging into the recesses.
Locked in each other's passionate embrace, the two women fell to the floor, their bodies crushed into the deep-pile carpet. As if madness had taken complete control of their minds, they tore at the remaining garments covering their flesh.
Joan lay on her back as she felt Barbara climbing atop her. In another moment, her mouth was filled with the thick cream of her cunt as she felt her own pussy invaded by Barbara's delving tongue. Nothing mattered except the fires of lust burning within them as they sucked the steaming secretions from each other's twat!
With the hot cunt slamming against her mouth, Joan's hands crawled around to the deep crack between Barbara's ass cheeks. Pulling the heavy mounds of flesh apart, she pressed the tips of her fingers to the tightly puckered hole of.
Barbara gasped with joy as she felt the steaming cavern of her ass invaded by one of Joan's long, slender fingers. She could feel the sharp fingernail scraping against the sensitive walls of her deep canal.
Straining her neck, Joan moved her lips from Barbara's sopping wet cunt to the pink ring of her asshole. Her tongue jabbed forward, forcing its way into the tiny hole.
"COME ON, YOU BITCH," Barbara screamed, pushing her ass against Joan's exploring tongue, "SUCK MY HOLE! SUCK IT CLEAN!"
The sound of Barbara's screeching voice echoed from the walls, filling Joan's ears with cries of lust and desire. Her mouth slaved furiously, spurred on by another series of all-consuming climaxes.
Barbara thought she hated the thrilling feelings that filled her body as she sucked the hot juices flowing from Joan's searing cunt. Hated the quivering sensations making her pussy lips throb with hunger for another woman. Hated the crushing orgasm that was taking complete control of her sweat coated body.
After worshipping at the altar of Joan's cunt for thirty minutes, Barbara rolled off her body, the roughness of the carpet thrilling the tips of her breasts as she fought to catch her breath. Tears of satisfaction sprang to her eyes as she licked the excess juices from her lips.
"Perhaps we'll be more comfortable on the bed," Barbara said, slowly rising to her feet as she held her hand out towards Joan.
With a warm smile spreading across her face, Joan allowed herself to be led to the huge bed in the center of the room. Just the feel of Barbara's hand in her own was enough to start her cunt throbbing all over again.
Lying back against the firm mattress, Joan watched as Barbara moved to the dresser against the far wall of the room. Her eyes focused on the deep crack of her ass as she opened one of the drawers and removed a long, thin cardboard box.
When Barbara moved back to the bed, a strange smile graced her lips. Joan could see her fingers trembling as she clutched the box to her flat stomach.
Barbara's eyes moved from the glistening droplets of cunt juice in Joan's pubic hair to the container that she held in her hands. Nervously, she opened one end of the box and reached inside.
Joan's eyes widened as she watched Barbara's fingers withdraw a thick, long shaft of black rubber. It was the perfect replica of a fully erect ten-inch cock. Long straps hung from the end of the huge dildo.
Joan had heard about the joys to be received beneath the thrusts of a rubber prick, but this was the first time she had ever seen one up close. She couldn't wait to feel its thickness slamming into her cunt!
"May I touch it, darling?" she asked softly, holding her hand out towards Barbara.
"You'll do more than touch it in a few seconds, honey," Barbara replied, fitting the black cock down between her legs.
Joan's eyes never left Barbara's cunt as she fastened the straps of the massive tool around her waist. She could see the juices of her cunt dripping down to the end of the big prick as she secured it to her trembling body.
Once it was in place, Barbara stood displaying herself to Joan. Her legs were placed far apart, and her fists rested against her hips.
Slowly moving toward the bed, Barbara watched the lust burning in Joan's eyes. As she climbed between her legs, fitting the blunt tip of the black dildo to Joan's hungry cunt, she could see the shadow of fear passing across the young woman's eyes.
Joan could feel the tip of the black cock pressing against the lips of her cunt. She wasn't sure that her pussy would be able to take it, and she edged away.
But Barbara just laughed at Joan's fears. Reaching down, she sank her sharp nails into her lover's firm thighs, keeping her from moving out of the path of the dildo.
"Please, honey," Joan begged, staring down at the thick shaft resting against her cunt. "Take it easy with that thing. You could split me in two with it."
But Barbara was too caught up in her own feelings to even hear what Joan was saying. Closing her eyes, she thrust her hips forward, slamming the fat shaft of rubber into her friend's gaping hole. A look of triumph filled her face as she watched the black prick sinking into Joan's churning belly.
Joan screamed with pain as she felt her cunt lips struggle to take the fullness of the rubber dildo. She could feel her flesh strained to its limits as Barbara drove her hips forward. Joan tried to squirm out from beneath the torturing thrust, but she was held in place.
But Joan's screams of pain soon changed to moans of pleasure. She had never been fucked as well as she was being fucked that very instant. Barbara knew how to use the shaft of rubber better than any man could use his cock. Even though the dildo was of immense proportions, the young bride handled it with trained expertise.
Barbara could feel the base of the shaft grinding into her clitoris, sending wave after wave of churning lust surging through her body. With one forceful thrust, she felt her cunt explode with the ecstasy of her burning orgasm.
"Move that fuckin' ass of yours, you stinkin' tramp!" Barbara screamed at the top of her lungs.
As Joan watched the drops of sweat running down Barbara's tits, she slammed her cunt upwards, lifting her ass off of the bed. With her legs wrapped around the other woman's waist, she dug her fingers into the fat boobs hanging above her.
As their slamming bodies fused into one single mass of searing flesh, Joan and Barbara climaxed together! The mattress bounced beneath the weight of their figures as they fucked away at each other.
Before Joan left Barbara's room, they had enjoyed every possible activity together. Returning to her own room, the exhausted cocktail waitress passed Bill Hawkins in the hallway. She grinned at him lewdly as she tasted his wife's cunt-juice in her mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Don't worry, babe," Eddie Bryant reassured the man on the phone. "Everything's all set. We'll hold the game at my friend's place downtown. Just make sure everybody's set."
Dropping the phone back into its cradle, Eddie relaxed for a few minutes before climbing out of bed. Setting up the high stakes poker game for his friends from Frisco would mean a nice piece of change in his own pocket. These guys were high rollers, and they needed a place to play without the Internal Revenue boys looking over their shoulders.
Eddie offered the perfect solution to their problem. He supplied the place, the food and the broads to keep things going for twenty-four hours. And he knew just what he was doing. Even the losers at the games that he set up walked away happy.
Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, Eddie strode to his bathroom. In a few minutes, he was enjoying the spray of hot water shooting down against his naked, hairy skin. Inhaling the steam seemed to clean his lungs as he soaped his arms and legs. After giving special attention to his prick and asshole, he rinsed himself off and stepped from the tub.
After drying himself off, Eddie was back on the bed, dialing Joan's room. After three rings, he heard the still sleepy sound of Beverly's voice.
"Hi, honey," Eddie said cheerfully. "It's twelve thirty and time to get up and meet the day."
"Hello, Eddie," Beverly said, not bothering to cover her yawn. "What the hell are you so happy about?"
"That's no way to talk, darling," Eddie replied. "I'm running a little game tomorrow night, and I just thought that you'd like to be there. How about it?" Beverly didn't have to think twice about Eddie's offer. One of his gambling parties meant a quick two hundred bucks. And she could always use the extra money. Besides, getting her brains fucked out would be a total gas!
"Count me in, baby," she answered quickly. "Do you need any other chicks?"
"I have a few more calls to make, but Joan and Helen would be more than welcome. How about asking them for me?"
"Sure. Hold on a minute."
Eddie waited as he listened to the muffled voices of the three woman on the other end of the line. Just thinking about the scene that he was setting up was enough to make his prick stand on end. As expected, both Helen and Joan promised to be there. Eddie gave them the address and told them to be there at about ten. He knew they would have no trouble getting the night off. It was the middle of the week, and the casino was slow anyway.
Before dressing and heading out to the tennis courts, Eddie had two more calls to make. Both went quickly. The first was to his friend to confirm the use of the apartment. The second call was to another room in the hotel, and one of the sexiest showgirls in the review.
When Karen Williams heard the phone ring, she switched on the lamp beside the bed. With the curtains drawn shut, the room was dark, and she had woken up only a few minutes earlier. Lying beside her was the man she had picked up in the bar after the late show.
"Hello," Karen whispered, her voice as thick and sweet as fresh honey.
Just the sound of her voice made the blood rush to swell Eddie's prick. He could remember the last time they had made it together. He could almost still taste the sweet flavor of her tits in his mouth. Just thinking about her ebony skin made his cock ache with desire.
"Hi, honey. I hope I didn't wake you," Eddie said.
"Don't be silly, lover," Karen replied, her fingers toying with the chest hair of the man lying asleep beside her. "You know I always like hearing from you. What's up?"
Eddie laughed to himself as he looked down at his erect cock. But he decided not to tell her exactly what was up. This was strictly a business call.
Karen knew all about Eddie's little games, and she happily agreed to be there with some of hex; girlfriends from the show. Even though she obviously wanted to talk some more, Eddie told her that he had some last minute details to take care of, and hung up.
Hopping off his bed, he slipped into light-weight clothes and headed downstairs for some breakfast. As he locked the door of his room, he noticed that his prick was still as hard as a ramrod and began thinking about giving Karen another call after he finished eating.
The following day, Joan and her roommates didn't get up until three in the afternoon. They had all worked the night before, and were really tired when they finally got to sleep. Helen was the first to rise, crawling out from under Joan's and Beverly's arms. All three women enjoyed sleeping in the same bed. There was something very nice about reaching out in the middle of the night and touching the smooth skin of another beautiful woman!
The sound of Helen puttering around the room was enough to wake her roommates. As Joan rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she thrilled to Beverly's warm lips covering her own. In another second, they were entwined in each other's embrace, rubbing the hardened tips of their tits together as their tongues explored each other's mouth.
Standing across the room, Helen watched her roommates making out in bed and it turned her on. Seeing them going at it was enough to start the juices churning in her steaming cunt. Without the least hesitation, she climbed back into the sack, her fingers eagerly searching out the thrusting mounds of their swollen tits.
Within a half hour, all three had enjoyed a delightful orgasm, and were ready to meet the day. Each knew the pleasures that awaited her that night.
"It's a good thing we got some sleep," Joan said, glancing at the clock. "I have a feeling we're not going to get much sleep tonight."
Everyone laughed at Joan's joke as they climbed out of bed. The room was filled with the aroma of their bodies and the bed sheets were damp from their wild session.
Joan was first into the shower. Grabbing a thick towel from the top drawer of her dresser, she hooked it over a rack mounted on the back of the bathroom door and hopped into the tub. Adjusting the water from the shower nozzle, she enjoyed the hot spray as it bounced off her pink skin.
But Joan didn't remain alone for very long. Helen pushed her way into the bathroom and was soon climbing under the fine spray of water. She smiled at the surprised look on Joan's face.
"I thought that you might like having your back scrubbed," Helen said innocently, reaching for the soap.
"Sure. Why not?" Joan giggled, reaching out to fondle one of Helen's tits.
As the laughter echoed from the wet, tiled walls, Helen's soapy hands traveled over Joan's flesh. Dropping the bar of soap to the floor of the tub, her fingers explored the soft curls covering her throbbing pussy. Every muscle in Joan's body relaxed as she felt her friend's hands scrubbing her skin. Helen's hands moved with the sureness of experience to fan the flames of lust building deep within Joan's belly.
Helen dropped down to her knees as her hands reached around to the deep crack of her roommate's ass. Pressing her lips to one of Joan's wet thighs, she pushed the tip of her middle finger into the tight ring of her anus.
Before they stepped from the tub, Joan had repaid her friend's delightful favor. With her freshly scrubbed skin shining brightly, Joan pulled back the shower curtain. Both women were happily surprised to see what was waiting for them.
Leaning against the sink with a huge, fluffy towel in her hand stood Beverly. Her naked body looked warm and inviting as her smile lit up the room.
"You two sounded as though you were having so much fun that I just couldn't resist joining in," she said, her eyes darting from Helen to Joan. "I thought you might like some help drying yourselves off," she added.
Joan and Helen giggled with delight as Beverly held the large towel open. Crushing together, they snuggled into the warm terry-cloth as their roommate's arms closed around their damp bodies. Still laughing, they planted wet kisses on Beverly's lips as she began to gently pat the beads of moisture from their skin.
Drying her two friends off awoke a strangely submissive streak in Beverly's personality that she had never realized before. As Joan held her wet leg out, she quickly dropped to the floor, diligently working the soft material of the towel up and down the finely sculptured limb.
After a few minutes, Helen turned her back to the still kneeling figure and bent forward. Bringing her hands around to the rounded swells of her buttocks, she pulled the firm globes of flesh apart, knowing that Beverly's face was only inches from her asshole.
"How about me?" Helen said, exposing the deep crack of her ass.
Beverly didn't need another invitation. Carefully lowering Joan's leg to the floor, she brought the thick towel into the lush crevice. Her fingers trembled as she patted away every drop of water between Helen's cheeks.
Helen, leaning forward, her heavy tits hanging towards the floor, presented Joan with an image she couldn't take her eyes from. While her ass was still being attended to by Beverly, Helen responded to the feel of Joan's mouth and tongue licking her boobs.
Bev couldn't understand why, but she was feeling the definite tremblings of her orgasm as she serviced Helen's tight-ringed asshole. Kneeling before her was enough to fill her mind and soul with the burning heat of lust!
Her body helpless in the explosions of .ecstasy, the thick towel slipped from Bev's fingers. She shoved the soft finger of flesh into the tight chamber. Her mind soared to the very heights of passion and she tasted the hot flesh lining Helen's deep asshole.
With her mouth working away at Helen's hardened nipples, Joan tensed to the feel of Beverly's slender fingers ramming their way into the folds of her cunt. She could feel the hands working on her throbbing clitoris as her climax burst deep within her quivering belly.
Beverly's knees scraped against the hard stone floor as she slaved before her roommates' bodies. Feeling the strength of their orgasms increased her own pleasures tenfold!
After the last echoes of their climaxes faded, Joan and Helen looked down to see Beverly lying in a crumpled heap in the center of the wet floor. The tips of her silken hair lay in the puddles of water that had dripped from their now dry bodies. Sobs of joy slipped from her throat as orgasms continued to rip through her body.
Looking into each other's eyes, Helen and Joan left the tiny room. Neither of them had ever seen Beverly behave that way, and it sent shivers of excitement racing up and down their spines.
When Beverly was able to pull herself together again, she climbed off the bathroom floor and slowly moved back into the bedroom. She still couldn't explain the reasons for her strange behavior. She immediately cast her eyes downward at the first sight of her roommates.
Joan was sitting in front of the dressing table mirror, using an electric dryer on her long black hair. Helen was lying on the bed, glancing through a fashion magazine with her head propped up against two thick pillows.
"Listen," Beverly began softly, still keeping her eyes aimed at the floor, "I know you must be wondering why...."
But her words were interrupted by the sound of Helen's magazine slipping from her fingers. She watched the glossy pages sprawl across the thick carpet, reminding her of the way she looked on the bathroom floor. Before Beverly could continue, Helen's voice rang out.
"Pick it up, dear." Her voice was almost a command.
There was a quality in Helen's tone that sent a shudder through Beverly's blood. The magazine was only a few inches from the reclining woman's fingers, yet she made no move to retrieve it Instead, her words moved Bev to the task.
In the mirror before her, Joan watched Beverly carefully. As she bent over to pick up the magazine, Joan turned her attentions to Helen. It was obvious that the same thought had flashed in the mind of both.
Beverly's fingers were trembling as she handed the book to Helen. She could feel her heart pounding as fear and lust filled her chest. Crushed by the weight of her own emotions, she found it difficult to breath. She could hear her breath deepen as Helen turned back to the article that she was reading, without even glancing at her naked body.
"Come here," Joan called out, and a dominant smile curled the comers of her lips.
Joan could see Beverly approaching in the mirror. She could see the reflection of her naked tits swaying with each step that she took. With a flick of her thumb, she turned off the dryer and placed it on the dressing table. Without turning towards Beverly standing beside her, Joan reached for her brush.
"Take care of my hair, dear," Joan commanded, handing Bev the brush.
Beverly could feel the muscles in her arm tighten as she wrapped her shaking fingers around the handle. Joan's voice had been soft, yet hard and brittle.
Sifting her fingers through the black hair, Beverly began to stroke the long silken strands. She was careful not to catch the bristles of the brush in the tangled mane. The very tips of Joan's hair touched her hard nipples, sending new waves of lust and desire surging through her body.
Helen fought back the laughter building in her stomach as she looked at the seriousness in Beverly's face. Dropping the magazine to her side, she let her fingers crawl into the freshly scrubbed slit of her warm cunt and toy with the erect nub of her clit, the grin fading from her lips.
When Helen saw that Beverly was through with Joan's hair, she immediately called her to the bed. She enjoyed the hot flash of lust in Bev's eyes as she looked at the steaming secretions overflowing her cunt.
Beverly didn't wait to be told what to do next. With her eyes focused on the dripping pussy, she climbed onto the bed between Helen's open legs. Letting her eyes close, she bent forward and pushed her face into the churning heat of Helen's crotch!
Beverly sucked with an intensity that she had never shown before. The room was alive with the sounds of her mouth scooping up the fluids dripping from the deep gash.
Thrashing beneath the exploring tongue delving into her pussy, Helen locked her legs around Beverly's neck. The heels of her feet slammed against her roommate's back, making Bev's mouth work even harder.
Joan turned towards the bed, and her eyes fell on the rounded perfection of Bev's twin ass cheeks. Her gaze explored the deep crack. She could see the wetness of Bev's cunt.
"Suck my cunt-juice, you fuckin' bitch!" Helen screamed, slamming her whole body against Beverly's mouth.
Climbing to her feet, Joan slowly edged to the side of the bed. Her fingers were tight around the handle of her hairbrush as she sat down beside Beverly's squirming body. With a sudden movement of her arm, she' brought the ivory handle crashing down against the exposed hole of Bev's anus.
Beverly's scream of pain was muffled by Helen's cunt as the thick handle forced its way into the tightness of her anal canal. Held in place by the legs locked around her neck, she felt the bitter tears of agony overflow her eyes.
Joan could feel Beverly's body stiffen as she ground the rigid brush handle deep into her bowels. Pleased at the pain that she was causing, her fingers reached around to the sweat coated mounds of Beverly's huge breasts, and began torturing her erect nipples.
Bev's free hand reached out to Joan's cunt as she continued sucking Helen's pussy. With the skill of an experienced lesbian, she ran her sharp nails over her roommate's clit, filling Joan's body with the tremors of mounting lust.
Their flight into sadomasochistic pleasures lasted for the rest of the afternoon. When it was finally time to get ready for Eddie's gambling party, all their tensions had gone, as they enjoyed the warmth of each other's embrace.
"I hope you don't think I'm too freaky," Beverly said, looking deeply into the eyes of her two roommates.
Helen and Joan laughed as they covered Bev's body with loving kisses!
CHAPTER SIX
"I just don't know what the hell to wear," Joan said, standing before her closet and looking through her many sexy outfits.
"If I had tits like these," Helen said, resting a hand on Joan's-right boob, "I wouldn't wear a fuckin' thing!"
Joan considered her suggestion for a moment, then decided against it. She enjoyed stripping off her clothes in front of an audience too much to show up totally nude. Instead, she chose a black leather hot pants outfit that she had bought the day before. Eddie's party seemed like the perfect place to try it out for the first time.
As she removed the garment from its box, she could hear Helen and Beverly happily scrubbing each other in the shower. Joan's hot, sweaty body needed a bath, but she didn't feel like taking one. She wanted to keep the pungent aroma of lust clinging to her.
Black, translucent nylons were a must with the outfit, along with thigh high boots. Her fingers toyed with the four inch heels on the footwear as she took them from the bottom of the closet. She knew that she wouldn't be dressed long enough to bother with a bra or a pair of panties.
Before dressing, Joan turned to the dressing table and picked up a bottle of perfume. Rubbing the precious liquid into her tits, she could smell the delightful mixture of the scent and her torrid skin. The odor filled her nostrils, making her well sucked cunt throb with desire.
But it was getting late, and she knew it. Fighting back the urge to join her roommates, she began to dress. Joan had never been to one of Eddie's little "get-togethers", but she had heard a great deal about them.
After drying each other off, Helen and Beverly strode back into the room, hand in hand. Their skin looked damp from the hot shower. Flopping down onto the bed, they immediately crawled into the classical sixty nine position.
After watching them lick and suck each other's cunts, Joan knew that she would either have to stop them, or join in. Glancing at the clock on the table beside the bed, she made up her mind. No matter what, she wasn't going to miss that party!
"Come on, you two," she said impatiently, "we've got to be out of here in twenty minutes."
But Helen and Beverly just ignored her. They were already too caught up in the churning heat of each other's hungry pussy even to hear what Joan was saying.
"Shit!" Joan mumbled to herself, reaching for her clothes. With or without her roommates, she was intent on getting to the party. And she wasn't going to be late. While glancing over her shoulder at the two women thrashing about on the bed, she lifted her leg and began drawing the sheer nylon stocking over her smooth-skinned legs. A shudder of delight passed through her body as the pantyhose dug into the sensitive folds of her pussy.
Enjoying the feeling of the material cupping her rounded, full buttocks, Joan reached for the hot pants.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she felt the cool smoothness of the black leather. She sucked her breath in as she struggled to button the waistband.
The leather pants fit like a second skin, molding to every curve of Joan's full ass. Running her fingers along the bottom edge of the garment, she could feel the twin mounds of her buttocks almost totally naked. The crotch material of the hot pants pushed their way into the deep crack of her ass, emphasizing more than they covered!
Joan then fetched the leather top of the outfit. The abbreviated bolero jacket featured long sleeves and a hem that hardly covered the bottom of her tits. Opening the one brass buckle on the front of the garment, she slipped it over her arms. Once again, it was necessary for Joan to hold her breath in order to close the fastening.
Sitting down on the chair to climb into her spike-heeled boots, Joan's gaze fell on the large bed in the center of the room. Her lips trembled as she watched her roommates sucking each other's cunt. Her nostrils flared with the aroma of lust as she chastely zipped up the sides of the boots.
She wanted to throw herself onto the bed. She wanted to feel the eagerness of Helen's mouth sucking her tits while Beverly's tongue licked the walls of her churning pussy. She wanted to drink the precious fluids from their bellies as climax after climax ripped through her thrashing body. But she knew that those desires would have to wait!
Pulling herself out of the chair, Joan crossed the room to the full length mirror mounted against the back of the bathroom door. As she stared at her reflection, all thoughts of her roommates faded.
Joan was mesmerized by the sight of her luscious curves encased in thin black leather. Her eyes caressed the outline of her hardened nipples. She could feel them throbbing beneath as she watched the rise and fall of her huge tits beneath the leather jacket. Her eyes delved into the darkness between her tits, revealed by the garment's deeply slashed neckline.
Joan felt strange sensations filling her body. Unable to control herself, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the polished glass. Closing her eyes, she kissed the reflection of her own body!
Eddie unlocked the door to his friend's apartment. The sudden burst of cold air chilled the sweat that had formed on his brow. After checking the bar to make sure it was well stocked, he fixed himself a drink.
There wasn't much to do as he waited for the players to arrive. Dropping down into a low slung couch, he switched the remote controlled color television on. The weather report was just finishing up as he sipped his scotch and soda. Eddie didn't need to be reminded that it was a hundred and four degrees outside and quickly switched the station. Enjoying a moment's rest, he sat staring at a silly situation comedy flickering across the screen.
He jumped to his feet when he heard the doorbell ring. Unlatching the door, he ushered in three of the night's five players. They were old friends, and introductions weren't necessary.
"How's it goin', babe?" Big Dom Romeo said, holding his hand out as he strode into the room.
Shelly Coan and Arty Leigh followed close behind, puffing on thin cigars as their eyes darted around the room. Eddie knew that they were giving the place a quick once-over, making sure that everything was cool. Hie muscles in their faces seemed to relax as they saw that everything was okay.
"How about a drink?" Eddie suggested, moving back to the bar. "It'll give you a chance to cool off," he added.
In a few minutes, all four men were sitting around, chatting idly as they waited for the other players. Dom had just arrived from New York, especially for that game. Arty had flown in from L. A. to play.
After about ten minutes, the other two men showed up. Their names were Sol Kessler and Bob Kirschen. By the time they had a chance to sit down, Eddie had poured them both drinks.
"Let's play cards," Big Dom said, climbing off the couch and walking over to a felt topped table set up in the center of the living room.
Each man put up a thousand dollars and the chips were distributed. As much as he wanted to play, Eddie knew that his job was seeing that everything went smoothly. And that meant that he would have to keep his gambling urges to himself.
"Where are the broads?" Sol said, tossing a bad hand into the center of the table.
"Look at that son of a bitch," Dom joked. "One bad hand and he wants to forget about the game and start banging cunt!"
All the men laughed at Big Dom's joke as the next hand was dealt. The game was pretty tight, and there wasn't much action. Though they had all played together before, each man was busy watching and analyzing the others' methods.
Karen Williams and her two friends were the first women to show up at the game. And as she stepped into the apartment, there wasn't a man around the table that could keep his eyes on the cards.
The black-skinned girl knew the power her body held over the men. She stood grinning at them as her friends Donna and Tania stripped their thin coats off. The two showgirls were dressed exactly alike. They were wearing sequin studded dancer's tights, stiletto high heels and nothing else.
Karen waited a moment, then let her raincoat slide down the length of her body. She could hear the gasps of her audience as their eyes caressed her ebony skin.
Karen was dressed in the tiniest knitted bikini Eddie had ever seen. His prick began to throb with desire as he watched one of her hard nipples poking through the large-holed material. The soft curls of her black pubic hair was clearly displayed beneath the bikini bottom, and he could see the wet, fat lips of her cunt oozing with her precious fluids.
As Karen walked into the large room, her nearly naked tits bounced excitedly, causing flames of lust to bum in the eyes of her admirers. Her hips rolled seductively with every step, inviting their raging pricks into the churning heat of her black pussy.
"Isn't somebody going to offer me a drink?" she purred.
Eddie rushed to take care of Karen's thirst, keeping his eyes glued to the swells of her massive tits as he moved to the bar. But before he got to the other side of the room, Donna spoke up.
"Why don't you let us take care of the booze?" she said, her voice soft and warm as the words spilled from between her lips.
"Sounds fine-with me," Eddie replied, patting the round sphere of her left ass cheek as she walked by.
Donna enjoyed Eddie's attentions. A wide grin curled up her lips as she. felt his strong fingers massaging her ass. She paused beside him, giving him a chance for a nice long feel!
"You fucking guys act as though you've never seen a cunt before," Shelly said, obviously annoyed that the game had stopped.
"Yeah," Bob continued, "Shelly's right. Deal the fuckin' cards. And deal me a winner, for a change," he added.
Donna and Tania each took trays from beneath the bar as Karen mixed the drinks. In a few moments, the three women were fluttering around the table, handing out the cold drinks.
Eddie had never met Donna or Tania before, and as he sat down on the couch, he had a good chance to check them out. And their bodies were well worth checking out!
Eddie had never seen an ass so perfectly formed as Donna's. The mounds of flesh were just the right size, firm and smooth. His eyes delved into the deep crack between her cheeks as he imagined what it would be like to sink his prick into her tight asshole.
Then his eyes traveled to Tania. Her legs and thighs looked as though they were moulded from the finest marble. He could almost feel her hot inner thighs wrapped around his neck, pulling his face into the churning heat of her quivering pussy.
And then there was Karen, her black skin shining in the brightly lit room. She was one hell of a sex machine! Eddie could remember the last time he had fucked her. He could remember how strong her cunt muscles were as they sucked the scum from his balls. He could remember the sweet taste of her black, pointed nipples.
As Donna lowered a drink in front of Big Dom, she felt his meaty hand toying with her ass. Only the thin material of her tights lay between his strong fingers and the deep crack between her buttocks.
As Karen handed Eddie his drink, he clamped his fingers around her wrist. He smiled at the thrilling contrast between her ebony skin and his tanned flesh. Her body was remarkably hot to the touch as he pulled her down beside him on the sofa.
"Now, now," she teased, as' his hand moved from her wrist to the swelling mound of her right tit. "You weren't very nice to me over the phone yesterday."
"What do you mean, baby?" he asked, smoothing his fingers over the skin of her firm inner thigh.
"I wanted to be fucked, honey, and you didn't even come by to say hello," she said, letting the juice drip from every word.
Eddie could feel his prick straining the material of the front of his pants as his fingers moved closer to the churning heat of the girl's steaming cunt. His eyes caressed the chocolate skin of her tits.
"Well, I'm not ignoring you now, am I?" he asked, pressing his lips to the top of her heaving breasts.
A deep-pitched moan slipped from Karen's throat as she relaxed into the soft sofa. Eddie's tongue left a wet trail across the mounds as her long legs drifted apart. He could feel the heat rising from her cunt as he pulled down the front of her bikini top with his teeth.
Karen's nipples hardened with excitement as she felt the cool air kissing the throbbing tip of her thrusting boobs. Eddie felt her squirm wantonly as his mouth covered her right nipple. Holding the erect nub between his teeth, Eddie lashed his tongue back and forth over her black flesh, sending shivering tremors of lust racing through her blood stream.
But just as Eddie began to really get into Karen's tits, the doorbell rang out. With a shrug of his shoulders, he climbed off the sofa and crossed the room. Looking over his shoulder, he was pleased to see the frustrated look in her wild eyes.
Seeing Joan standing in the doorway made Eddie's cock stand up at attention. In the tight leather outfit, she looked like a whore straight out of hell.
When Joan stepped into the room, even Shelly stopped playing cards long enough to give his eyes a treat. She was really pleased to see the lust rising in their faces as she stood displaying her body.
Looking at Joan's enormous tits made Karen's cunt juices come to a boil! With her own breasts still hanging over the top of her bikini halter, she climbed to her feet and walked across the room. Rolling her hips sensuously, she let an obscene grin spread across her lips.
Joan stiffened as Karen's long arms encircled her neck. While everyone watched, the two bodies melted into one. Their tits flattened against each other as they sought out the sweetness of each other's mouth.
"Holy shit!" Bob gasped, watching Joan's fingers slip into the back of Karen's bikini bottom.
As Karen's tongue sucked the saliva from the walls of Joan's mouth, she thrilled to the feel of strong fingers working their way into the deep crack of her ass.
Joan bit down on Karen's tongue hungrily as her finger forced its way into her tight asshole. She could feel her sharp edged nails scraping against the sensitive walls of the black woman's anus.
Even though they were both enjoying the warmth of their embrace, neither Karen or Joan forgot what they were doing. Pulling from each other's arms, their long tongues licked the overflowing saliva from the comers of their mouths as they turned towards the table in the center of the large room.
The five poker players sat mesmerized by the sight of Joan and Karen's lush bodies. Their eyes darted from one pair of tits to the other as the two women walked towards them.
All of a sudden, the poker game didn't make any difference. Lusting tensions shot through the room as the smell of raging cocks and steaming cunts filled the air.
Karen flashed Joan a knowing look as she climbed onto the felt topped poker table. Stacks of chips fell to the floor as she lay back, lifting her graceful legs into the air. Moving her fingers to the leather-covered mound of her crotch, Joan began humping her cunt up against her strong hands. She groaned loudly, responding to the sensations of her throbbingly erect clitoris.
Big Dom's hands reached out for the swollen mounds of Joan's tits as she ground her fingers into her pussy. With a dirty grin on her face, she allowed him to dig his strong fingers into her breasts.
Karen was really turned on by the sight of Joan jerking herself off. While Bob's fingers stroked her rounded ass cheeks, she leaned across the table and brought her fingers to the clasp holding Joan's black hot pants closed. It didn't take her very long to undo Joan's pants and pull them down. Karen's eyes feasted on the sight of the wet cunt as her mouth watered for a taste of Joan's precious fluids.
"Are you having a good time?" Donna asked Sol, climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Donna could feel Sol's hard cock pressing into her ass as she squirmed down against him. Pushing her naked tits against his hard chest, she clamped her hot lips to his quivering mouth. Growling sounds slipped from her throat.
When the doorbell rang again, Eddie was the only one who heard it. Pushing Tania out of the way, he rushed to answer the door. As expected, Helen and Beverly strode into the apartment.
"I hope you don't mind our casual dress," Beverly began, unbuttoning the front of the light raincoat she was wearing.
"We didn't want to be too late for all the fun," Helen added, stripping off her tan colored coat.
With the exception of their high heeled shoes, Beverly and Helen were both stark naked! Before Eddie had a chance to get over the shock, Helen's fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt while Beverly dropped to her knees and attacked his pants. In a matter of moments, his clothing lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Beverly didn't waste any time satisfying the hunger for cock that burned in her belly. Reaching out, her fingers grasped the thickness of his fully erect prick, and began working up and down the length of hard flesh. Opening her lips as wide as she could, Beverly plunged the swollen head of Eddie's tool into her steaming mouth.
Helen's fat tits dragged against Eddie's naked skin as-she slithered down to her knees. While Beverly stuffed more and more of his fat prick into her mouth, her fingers caressed the hardness of Eddie's hairy buttocks.
Ramming his hips forward, Eddie felt Helen's hands parting the spheres of his hard ass. As his prick pushed its way deep into the tightness of Beverly's throat, he felt a soft tongue licking the puckered rim of his asshole.
Arty Leigh's hands flew to the front of Joan's leather jacket as he watched Karen's face working away between her legs. With a flick of his wrists, he freed the heavy mounds of her thrusting tits. His lips trembled, as he watched the huge breasts bouncing into view.
Joan's nipples hardened to the sudden coldness caressing them. Her breasts glistened with sweat from being locked in the hot prison of tautly drawn leather.
Karen loved the taste of Joan's pussy! Tearing through the thin layer of nylon that covered them, she parted the sensitive folds of pink flesh with her fingers and rammed the tip of her tongue into the velvet-lined chamber. Her eyes were locked shut as drops of boiling secretions lined her hungry throat.
Sol hooked his fingers in the neckline of Donna's sequined tights and yanked downward. Her tits tumbled through the tom material as he dug his strong fingers into her fat boobs. Lifting his ass off of the chair, he shoved his fully erect cock against her buttocks.
Shelly climbed out of his seat and moved behind Karen's protruding ass. As he watched her sucking away at the sopping gash of Joan's cunt, his fingers unzipped the front of his pants. Immediately, the thick shaft of his prick pushed its way through the opening, glowing hotly as the blood surged to its tip.
Feeling her bikini bottom being yanked down around her thighs made Karen's slavering mouth work even harder. A tiny gasp slipped from between her lips as she felt the twin mounds of her ass being tom apart. Her mind really began to soar as she felt Shelly's bloated tool being positioned to the tight ring of her puckered anus.
While her tongue still tortured Joan's clit, Karen reached behind her back and pulled her ass cheeks open as far as they would go. Holding her breath, she waited for the first assault.
She didn't have to wait long! Slamming his body forward, Shelly's prick buried itself in the heat of her anal canal. On the first thrust, almost half of his thick cock forced its way into her, stretching the yielding flesh to its limits.
Reaching around to the front of her body, Shelly sank his powerful fingers into the firm flesh of her ebony-skinned tits. Twisting and pulling on the ripe mounds, he began pumping his raging tool in and out of her straining asshole.
Bob was fascinated by Joan's heaving breasts. He ran his fingers over the smooth, tanned skin, paying special attention to the hard nipples. Rubbing his palms against them, he watched as they grew even larger!
In one frenzied motion, Bob jumped out of his seat, ripped off his pants and climbed onto the table. Placing a sweaty thigh on either side of her thrashing body, he placed his cock in the deep cavern between her thrusting boobs.
Joan knew what the horny stud wanted, and was more than happy to please. Cupping a huge mound in each hand, she pressed her tits against his burning tool, trapping his cock in the soft prison of her massive breasts.
With short, jerking movements, Bob began to pump his cock in and out of the valley. The scum in his balls started to boil as his strokes became more and more powerful. He could feel the river of sperm surging towards the tip of his cock with each thrust.
Tania needed to be fucked! She needed the feel of hard cocks shooting loads of sperm into her craving body! She needed the feel of powerful hands tearing at her flesh, driving her to the heights of ecstasy!
Wrapping her arms around both Dorn's and Arty's necks, she dragged them down to the floor. Her clawed fingers tore their pants off and fought to free their pricks. In another moment, both her hands were filled with the throbbing hardness of horny cock!
As the coarse mg scraped her skin, Tania's mouth flew from Dom's prick to Arty's. Her drooling mouth covered their throbbing tools with sweet saliva. Her hands pumped up and down on the stiff poles, bringing both men to the very threshold of their orgasms.
"FUCK ME, YOU BASTARDS !" Tania screamed. "FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!"
Tania felt her body being roughly positioned on its side. Her arms and legs shook with excitement as Dom pressed his cock to the trembling lips of her cunt, and Arty pushed his prick into the deep crevice between her rounded ass cheeks.
At the same moment, both Arty and Dom's tools surged forward, tearing into Tania's body like burning rods of red hot steel! Tears of pain and pleasure poured down her cheeks as the two pistoning shafts of meat brutally carried out her command.
Joan could feel the skin on her tits getting hotter as she squeezed Bob's cock into the sweating mounds of her breasts. She had difficulty breathing with the full weight of his body pressing down atop her, but she didn't care. Her own mind was too occupied with the explorations of Karen's long tongue in her pussy!
Bob was a tit man all the way, but that was the very first time he had ever fucked a woman between her boobs. The sensation singing through his body was like nothing he had ever felt before. He could feel his muscles tightening with every thrust of his hips as the blood rushed to swell his raging cock.
Joan's eyes flashed open as she felt Bob's shooting scum splash against her chin, lips and nose. With a lewd grin on her mouth, she licked up the thick, hot cream, enjoying its bitter taste.
Shelly climbed up on Karen's back as his hardworking cock rammed in and out of her tight-ringed asshole. He felt as though his prick were sunk deep into a blazing furnace as her powerful muscles sucked the liquid from his balls.
Karen shivered with lust as she felt the strength in Shelly's fingers tearing away at her black tits. With his cock throbbing deep inside her asshole, she reached for Bob's ass inches in front of her watering eyes.
Feeling Karen's long, slender fingers slipping into his ass crack, Bob lifted his limp prick and brought it to Joan's lips. His entire body began to tremble as he felt her tongue licking the last drops of scum from the tiny slit in the head of his tool.
Joan could feel the sperm dripping down onto her neck as she pushed Bob's still hot dick into the moist warmth of her mouth. With long, even strokes, she began licking his prick. She could feel his limp cock beginning to swell with every touch of her well trained tongue.
Bob could hardly believe the returning strength between his legs as Karen's fingers sneaked into his asshole, and Joan's mouth sucked his cock. He could hardly believe the new lust and desires that were filling his body so soon after his marvelous orgasm.
Sol's long, hard cock explored the deepest regions of Donna's cunt as he lifted his ass off the chair. Her fingers tore the shirt off his back as her cunt lips tightened around the throbbing shaft of his tool.
With his shirt thrown to the side and his pants hanging loose around his legs, Sol responded to the sensation of Donna's naked tits heaving against his hard chest.
Crushing her lips against his mouth, Donna felt the coarse hair on Sol's chest thrilling the tips of her sweating boobs. Grinding down into his lap, the base of his prick sent new shivers racing through her erect clitoris.
Eddie could hardly stand on his feet as Beverly sucked away at his prick and Helen's long tongue forced its way in and out of his asshole. Just the sound of their mouths working at his flesh made Eddie's prick ache with the ecstasy of his approaching orgasm.
Tania was being fucked as she had never been fucked before! Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she slammed back against Arty's cock one minute, then rushed forward to Big Dom's prick the next. Sweat poured from her skin as climax after climax ripped through her body.
Crumpling to the floor, Eddie thrashed beneath their slavering mouths. Wrapping his fingers in Beverly's hair, he rammed his cock into her throat even deeper, shaking madly as the tip of his rod exploded with incredible force.
Tania sank her sharp teeth into Dom's shoulder as a choked scream poured from her throat. Insane with the passion of two men's pricks, she fucked until she was near unconsciousness.
Arty and Dom orgasmed together, their fat pricks sending shooting spurts deep into Tania's body. The thick, boiling fluids flooded her asshole and cunt at the same time, added new thrills to exhausting pleasures.
The wonderful sucking that Karen had given Joan's cunt only made her that much more ready for the feel of a thick cock in her belly. And the shaft of meat between her lips would do just fine!
Using her feet, Joan pushed Karen's body out from between her legs. She could hear the sound of the woman fall to the floor with Shelly's prick still sunk deep within her ass as she pulled her mouth off Bob's throbbing tool.
"Shove your cock into me, you son of a bitch!" Joan ordered, feeling the secretions from her pussy running down the inside of her quivering thighs.
Bob didn't need another invitation. Climbing off Joan's body, he crawled down to her horny cunt. With a smile on his lips, he pushed his face into the wetness of her twat, and began drinking the precious juices.
But Joan didn't want to be eaten. She wanted to feel his thick shaft slamming into her drenched hole. She wanted to feel his burning cock searing the walls of her velvet chamber.
"I SAID FUCK, NOT SUCK, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, wrapping her fingers around his cock and pulling it towards the dripping gash of her throbbing pussy.
Within moments, Bob had positioned himself between Joan's outstretched legs. But he didn't even get the chance to make the first move. Lifting her entire body off the table, Joan captured it and plunged it into her steaming cunt!
With the first feeling of burning, hard flesh between her twat lips, Joan began to climax. Over and over again, the waves of lusting pleasures flooded her mind, sending her soaring to the very heights of tortured ecstasy.
Joan locked her legs around Bob's slender waist as she fought to hold every inch of his cock inside her. Her head rocked from side to side as his strong fingers tore at her sweaty tits. She could feel his fingers twisting her nipples brutally, increasing her pleasure tenfold!
Through slitted eyelids, Joan's gaze moved across the room. As her ass bounced against the hard table, she watched Tania thrashing beneath the dual assault of Dom's and Arty's pricks. She could see Eddie lost in the world of her roommates' mouths. She could see Donna's thrilling body riding up and down the length of Sol's prick and the twisted look of perverted joy on Karen's face as Shelly's cock shaft pounded into her steaming anus.
And as she watched the incredible scenes taking place all around her, as the smells of raw sex filled her nostrils, Bob's pistoning cock turned Joan's cunt into a blazing inferno!
Bob's bursting prick drove Joan mad! Her fingers clawed the tabletop as she responded to each new thrust of his hips, each new spurt of liquid splashing against the walls of her cunt.
By the time the morning sun rose in the clear blue Nevada sky, none of the men had the strength to play cards. The poker game had been completely ruined, and not one of them gave a shit.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following afternoon, Joan was the very last woman to leave the party. Before returning to die hotel, she sucked every man off, making sure that she had a mouthful from each before climbing back into her leather hot pants outfit.
Even though every muscle in her body ached with exhaustion, Joan was still, fully awake. She had taken a great deal of speed to keep herself awake during the long night, and her heart was racing.
"Anybody want a last fuck?" Joan asked, before closing the waistband of her hot pants.
To her disappointment, all their pricks were just too fucked out to go another round. With a resigned sigh, she flashed one last smile and left the downtown apartment.
Relaxing in the back seat of a cab, Joan savored the taste of sperm in her mouth. Her mind was still filled with the perverted images of what had happened, and she could feel the growing hunger returning to her cunt. While letting her eyes drift closed, she pushed her hand down into her pants and began finger-fucking herself.
By the time the taxi pulled up in front of her hotel, Joan had orgasmed another three times. Lifting her drenched fingers to her lips, she licked the sweetness of her own pussy from her hand as she paid the driver and climbed out of the air-conditioned car.
When Joan stepped into her room, she was once again disappointed. Beverly and Helen were fast asleep and she knew that waking them would be a very bad idea. Instead, she stripped off her clothing and headed for a shower. After all that fucking, her body was really a mess.
Joan was amazed at how strong her sex drive had become. It seemed that the more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck! She also realized that she was happier at that moment then she had ever been in her entire life.
Drying her freshly scrubbed skin, Joan decided to head down to the pool and health spa. After the long session getting her cunt, mouth and asshole stuffed, she knew that a swim and a massage would do her a world of good.
Looking through all of her swimsuits, Joan finally decided to wear the skimpiest one she owned. The white nylon bikini hardly covered the tips of her tits and the hairy patch between her legs. White sandals and a short beach jacket completed her outfit.
At the poolside, Joan dropped the magazine that she had bought in the lobby down onto a chaise longue. Stepping out of her shoes, she stripped off her jacket and immediately headed for the water. Climbing to the ten foot diving board, she displayed her lascivious body to everyone within sight, then made a graceful dive into the cool blue water.
Joan's skin tingled as the water swirled around her. Her strong leg muscles tensed as she swam down to the floor of the pool. Pushing off the sparkling tiles, Joan's lithe body cut through the cool water and her head broke the surface. Kicking her feet quickly and evenly, she propelled herself to the chromed ladder leading out of the Olympic-sized pool.
Joan adjusted the top of her bathing suit as the water raced down the length of her body. The hot sun felt marvelous as its rays caressed her already tanned skin. Wrapping a towel around her smooth shoulders, she lowered herself down into the comfortably padded chaise by the side of the pool.
Joan loved to bask in the hot sun. Picking up her magazine, she began to leaf through its glossy pages. Her eyes scanned the full color photographs as the water evaporated from her skin.
The sound of high heels, caught her attention. Looking up over the pages, her gaze fell on two of the most beautiful women she had ever seen!.
Carol Tanner was used to the hot stares that followed her every move as she walked with her twenty-year-old daughter by her side. She was used to having her thrusting tits looked at, her rounded ass caressed by the eyes of men and women alike. She really loved being mistaken for Betty's sister, instead of her forty-year-old mother.
Moving a few chairs down from where Joan was relaxing, they lowered their enchanting bodies down onto two lounges. Las Vegas was a town noted for its beautiful women, but few compared with Carol and her daughter.
"Spread some suntan oil on my back, dear," Carol said, holding the plastic tube out towards her daughter.
Betty took the tube from her mother, unscrewed the cap and pushed a small dab into the palm of her right hand. As Carol rolled over onto her stomach, Betty moved from her own chaise to the edge of her mother's. With a smile curling the comers of her lips, she moved her hand to Carol's skin and began working the oil into her mother's ripe flesh.
Joan was fascinated as she watched the two women together. She could feel her cunt lips beginning to quiver as Betty's fingers dug into her mother's skin with firm, circular strokes.
Turning her head from one side to the other, Carol's soft brown eyes fell on the languidly outstretched body of Joan lying several feet away. She could read the meaning of the hot looks in the young woman's face.
Still looking into Joan's face, Carol turned over onto her back and let her daughter go to work on her flat stomach. A soft purr slipped from her throat as Betty's fingers caressed the skin around her bikini waistband.
Carol's mouth watered for a taste of Joan's body as her eyes moved from the top of her head down to the tip of her feet. Even from as far away as she was, Carol could see the outline of Joan's hard nipples against the white nylon of her halter top.
"Thank you, darling," Carol said, smiling up into her daughter's face. "Just a little on my legs and I'll be all set."
Joan continued watching as Betty moved down to Carol's feet. The obedient daughter spread more oil into her hands and began massaging her mother's long, graceful legs.
Carol's and Joan's eyes met, and neither's gaze wavered in the slightest. Smiles appeared on their lips as they realized the desire that burned deep in' the trembling folds of their hungry pussies.
Suddenly Carol swung her legs over the side of her lounge and stood up. Her thrusting tits looked firm and hard, without the least bit of sag to them as she began walking towards Joan. Her hips rolled sensuously, a silent invitation to taste the churning heat within her cunt!
"I'm going to relax in the sauna for a while," Carol called out to her daughter as she stood at Joan's feet.
Even before Carol's words were out of her lips, she turned her attentions to the woman lying in front of her, and flashed Joan the warmest, most inviting smile that she could manage. Her smile fanned the flames already burning in Joan's twat!
Joan knew what she wanted, and didn't hesitate. As Carol walked several steps before her, she let her eyes rest on the rounded mounds of the older woman's inviting buttocks. She imagined herself pulling the firm cheeks apart and running her tongue up and down the length of Carol's ass crack, paying special attention to the tight anus.
The Sierra Dunes Hotel boasted one of the finest and most complete health spas in Vegas, and Joan always enjoyed the hours she spent on the massage tables or in the sauna. And as she watched the exciting wiggle of Carol's ass, she knew that she would enjoy that afternoon even more than usual.
Out of the hot sun, the air-conditioned comfort of the locker rooms was refreshing against Joan's skin, Neither she nor Carol had spoken a word to each other, even though they stood only inches apart. The smiles on their faces meant more than any words could.
Carol was the first to slip the bikini top off her tits and she was more than pleased to see the undisguised lust in Joan's eyes as they scanned the thrusting beauty of her ripe breasts. A sexy pout graced her lips as she brought her hands up to cup the heavy mounds of her naked boobs.
Joan's fingers ached to toy with the tits on display before her hungry eyes. Her mouth watered for the taste of her nipples, as Carol rubbed the palms of her hands against the erect nubs of hard, dark flesh. She could feel the juices flooding her cunt as her knees grew weak with the lust that engulfed her body and soul!
Carol's eyes widened as she saw Joan's moist pink tongue brushing over her lips. She imagined her nipples being lashed by the rough surface of wet flesh.
Carol wanted to wrap her fingers in Joan's black hair and drag her mouth to the throbbing tip of her breasts. She wanted to feel her teeth digging into the firm flesh of those ripe boobs, sending shocks of satisfaction racing through her.
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But instead, Carol's hands moved to the waistband of her bikini. With one fluid motion, she pushed the obscenely cut suit down her legs and wrapped her totally naked body in the smooth coolness of a white sheet hanging on a nearby hook.
For a split second, Joan was treated to a view of Carol's nude cunt. She could see droplets of moisture clinging to the curls of pubic hair as it dripped from her pink-lipped cunt.
Carol wanted to watch Joan reveal the lusciousness of her body, but decided against it. Turning slowly, she padded out of the locker room towards the door to the sauna. She could feel the white cotton sheet pulling taut over her rounded ass cheeks with every step.
With her eyes focused on the outlined crack of Carol's ass, Joan's trembling fingers tore the bikini from her body. Hastily wrapping herself in a sheet, she too made for the waiting heat of the sauna.
It took a moment for Joan to get used to the hot air as her gaze moved along the empty wooden benches. She was pleased to see that Carol was the only other person in the large room.
Carol's eyes remained fixed on Joan's body as she lay across one of the wide benches. With one knee raised in the air, the folds of her sheet had slipped open, once again revealing the deep gash of her throbbing cunt to Joan's burning eyes.
Slowly gliding across the tiled floor, Joan let the white material slide down the length of her body. The sweat was already forming on her fat tits as Carol's eyes devoured every inch of them.
As Joan's naked body came to a halt inches from Carol, the older woman dropped one leg from the bench to the floor. Her hand drifted down into her crotch, and she pried her cunt lips open with the tips of her slender fingers.
Joan didn't need another invitation. Keeping her eyes glued to the exposed flesh of Carol's pussy, she sank to her knees. With perspiration running from her brow, she parted the firm, darkly tanned thighs and pushed her face into the churning heat of the waiting cunt!
Joan's tongue slipped from between her lips, and immediately began lashing back and forth over the erect nub of her clitoris. She could feel the muscles tightening in Carol's legs as she toyed with the hard nub of throbbing flesh.
A deep groan forced its way from Carol's throat as she humped her cunt up against Joan's craving mouth. Shooting sparks of lust surged through her body as she felt the young woman's lips, teeth and tongue torturing her clit.
Carol's fingers entwined in the black strands of Joan's tangled hair as she increased the pressure of the hardworking mouth against her well-fucked cunt. Sharp teeth bit into the sensitive flesh, driving her closer to the orgasm that was building deep within her churning belly.
The steaming air in the sauna was cracked by the sound of Carol's lusting scream as Joan's tongue jabbed into the tightly lipped hole. Her body thrashed against the wooden bench as she felt her velvet-lined chamber being sucked clean!
Joan's heart pounded as Carol's legs flew around her neck. She could hardly breathe as the older woman's heels dug into her sweat coated back, forcing her to suck even harder!
The loud thump of flesh against wood rang out in the small room as the first of many orgasms ripped through Carol's body. Her thighs remained locked around Joan's head as she flooded her mouth with the steaming secretions from her pussy.
While her mouth still laved at the sopping gash, Joan brought her hand into the action. With a powerful thrust, she rammed one finger into the drenched cavern of Carol's twat.
Joan's finger delved into the far reaches of Carol's pussy as she listened to the woman's moans change to screams of pleasure. Sinking her teeth into the throbbing nub of her clit, she slammed a second finger into the overflowing gash.
After the second finger came a third, and then a forth. Joan could feel her fingers slick with Carol's juices as she pumped her hand in and out of the older woman's hole.
Carol strained the lips of her cunt to take the thickness of Joan's four fingers as they tore in and out of her belly. Her body rocked against the hardness of the bench as the mounting climaxes drove her to the heights of ecstasy.
Joan drank every drop of precious fluid that dripped from Carol's cunt as her tired hand pounded. She could feel muscles within Carol's twat milking her fingers, holding them deep inside her.
Collecting her things, Betty lifted herself out of the poolside chaise and headed for the health spa. She knew her mother well, and knew that the raven-haired woman was sucking her cunt at that very moment. Betty had not overlooked Joan's thrusting tits, or her rounded ass, or her long, graceful legs.
Betty wanted to please her mother. Since the age of thirteen, she had been trained to answer each of Carol's desires. Leaving her things in a locker, she headed for one of the massage rooms.
"Can I help you?" an older, mannish-looking woman said, licking her lips at the luscious tits hidden by the tiniest of halters.
"I'd like to rent this room for an hour or so," Betty replied, ignoring the lewd look on the unattractive woman's face.
"Sure, honey," the masseuse said eagerly, eager for a chance to sink her fingers into Betty's firm flesh. "Just hop up onto this table and I'll take good care of you."
"I won't be in need of your services," Betty said, avoiding the other woman's gaze. "I would just like to rent the room. You'll be paid double the normal rate to make sure that I'm not disturbed."
The masseuse was very disappointed, and it showed in her eyes, but she nodded, and left the room. It was obvious that she would dream about Betty's lush tits.
Betty had acted out this little game many times before. She knew just what to do to prepare for her mother and the woman that she had picked up by the pool. She placed a small plastic bag on the table and unzipped its top. Reaching inside, she removed several bottles and set them down at the head of the padded table.
In a small pocket mirror, she checked her make-up and ran a comb through her long blond hair. After applying some fresh lipstick, she went to call her mother.
The heat had gotten to both women in the sauna, and Joan lay exhausted on the floor by one of Carol's feet. Crawling closer, she pressed her lips to the foot and kissed it lovingly.
After the last of the marvelous orgasms had faded from her mind, it took Carol several moments before she was able to catch her breath. She could feel Joan's tongue licking her toes, and it revived the passions within her.
"What we both need is a good massage," Carol said, wearily sitting up and looking down at Joan. "And I know just the person to take care of us," she added, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Joan knew that the thrilling woman had something special in mind and it filled her with excitement. Using the last ounces of strength in her muscles, she climbed up off the floor and followed Carol out of the sauna.
Joan's tired eyes flew open as she saw what was waiting for her on the other side of the heavy wooden door. In a chair facing the sauna's entrance, Betty sat, her beautiful legs crossed sexily. She looked even wilder than Joan had remembered.
"I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, darling, but I'm afraid that I don't know your name," Carol said, resting a hand on Joan's still perspiring shoulder.
"Joan, Joan Billings," she replied, never taking her eyes from Betty's incredible tits.
Joan was amazed that the girl seated before her was the daughter of the woman that she had just sucked off. But as she looked closer, she could see the undeniable resemblance in their faces.
With a flash of her brown eyes, Betty complimented her mother on her excellent taste in women. Joan was one of the best-looking chicks that Carol had ever picked up, and she couldn't wait to wrap her lips around one of those naked, dark-skinned nipples.
Joan remained motionless as Betty climbed to her feet, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her neck. Her eyes closed as she felt her tits crushed beneath the still covered mounds of ripe flesh.
As her mother looked on approvingly, Betty's mouth sought Joan's. In another instant, she forced her tongue through Joan's full lips, sucking out the sweetness of her mother's secretions.
Humping her cunt up against Betty's, Joan thrilled to the feel of the girl's rough bathing suit against the sensitive lips of her pussy. But her pleasure was cut short as Carol gently pulled their bodies apart.
As Betty led the way, Carol knew that her efficient daughter had once again taken care of all the arrangements. While they walked through the deserted hallway, she let her hand rest on Joan's rolling ass cheeks. Before they had entered the small massage room, Carol's fingertips were toying with the tight ring of Joan's anus.
Betty had pushed the two massage tables together, leaving only a narrow space between them for herself. She helped her mother onto one table and Joan onto the other. Just looking at the two naked bodies was enough to start the juices boiling in her hungry cunt.
"I'm sure you'll like my daughter's work," Carol laughed. "I've been training her for the last seven years."
Betty didn't mind her mother's good-natured teasing. As a matter-of-fact, she was pleased that Carol took such pride in the way she made love. With Joan's eyes following her every move, she quickly stripped off her bathing suit, exposing her cunt and tits.
Joan was surprised to see how similar Carol's and her daughter's bodies were. Betty's flesh looked a bit firmer, and her tits didn't sag a little like her mother's, but other than that, they were the same.
Clutching a thick, soft towel between her fingers, Betty returned to the massage table. With practiced skill, he began drying her mother's skin, patting each drop of perspiration carefully. With Carol lying on her stomach, her daughter worked down from her shoulders, across her back and into the deep crack between the mounds of her ass cheeks.
Joan was fascinated by the intense look on Betty's face as she pulled her mother's buttocks apart and worked the thick towel up and down the shadowy crevice. Special attention was paid the tight ring of the older woman's asshole, and the sound of contented moans was soon filling the small room.
Joan knew that she would soon feel Betty's hands on her body as she dried her mother's legs and thighs. Carol ground her cunt into the padded top of the table as her daughter finished the job.
As Betty turned towards her, Joan rolled over onto her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could. She could see the young woman's fingers trembling slightly as the fluffy towel came down onto her thrusting tits.
Through the thickness of the terrycloth, Betty rolled Joan's hard nipples between her fingers. Her touch was more skilled than any woman Joan had ever enjoyed. She could feel the tips of her tits swell with lust, sending spasms of desire surging through every muscle in her relaxing body.
With Betty's back to her, Carol had a chance to enjoy her daughter's asshole. Sinking her sharp nails into each rounded globe of flesh, she pulled them apart and burrowed her exquisite face into the deep crack.
Betty didn't bother with the towel as she moved her hands down across Joan's flat stomach to the steaming hole of her cunt. As she worked the edges of her nails over the throbbingly erect clit, she felt her mother's tongue worming its way into her asshole.
Joan's entire body began to tremble as she felt two fingers pulling apart her aching cunt lips. Exposed to the cool air, her pussy began to flood with thick cream. She waited expectantly for the feel of Betty's mouth on her clit, the feel of her cunt juices being sucked from her quivering belly.
But Betty had other things in mind. She really wanted to drive Joan insane with lust before pressing her lips to the gaping hole between her legs. With Carol's tongue still delving into the depths of her asshole, she reached for one of the bottles that she had brought.
"Not yet, baby," Betty said, answering the pleading look in Joan's half-closed eyes. "I want to really turn you on first."
Joan fought to control herself as she watched Betty slowly unscrewing the cap on the small glass bottle. She could hear the wet, slurping sounds coming from Carol's mouth as she sucked away at her daughter's asshole, and they made her pant with lust.
Joan watched as a thick white fluid was poured onto her heaving tits. Two small puddles were formed, one on each flat boob. Working carefully, Betty's fingers spread the fluid evenly over Joan's tits.
Her hands became firmer as she began to work the strange cream into the darkly tanned skin.
Joan had never experienced anything so wonderfully relaxing as Betty's hands. The young woman kneaded each mound of flesh carefully, rubbing her palms into the throbbing nubs of her nipples.
Carol pulled her face out of the deep crack of her daughter's ass and replaced her tongue with a long, slender finger. As her hand slipped in and out of the wet hole easily, she watched the look of total rapture spreading across Joan's face.
Joan felt as though she were floating on a soft cloud as Betty lulled her body into an almost trance-like sleep. Tiny orgasms kept exploding in her mind as a smooth warmth spread throughout her body.
Carol leaned across the space between tables and brought her mouth down against Joan's. Her tongue explored as she greedily drank the sweet tasting saliva. She could still taste her own cunt juices as she licked the walls of Joan's mouth.
Wrapping both hands around one of Joan's massive breasts, Betty lowered her face and plunged the hard tip of flesh into her hungry mouth. Holding the nipple carefully between her teeth, she sucked long and hard.
Pulling her finger out of the tightness of Betty's asshole, Carol climbed down from her high table. As the lust burned in her eyes, she began pouring the thick fluid onto Joan's flat stomach and cunt. Every once in a while, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a deep swallow.
As Carol began to work the creamy liquid into her skin, Joan realized where Betty got her talents. The older woman's hands made her body tremble as they moved closer and closer to the hairy snatch between her outstretched legs.
Joan thrashed beneath the feeling of Carol's and her daughter's massaging hands. Their touch was no longer relaxing. Burning desire replaced the contentment in her mind as she lifted her ass off the table to meet Carol's urging fingers pressing into her cunt.
Joan's whole body became suddenly, wildly alive as Carol pressed her full, rich lips to her cunt. Climax after climax burst through her brain as she felt the long, thin tongue pushing its way into the burning folds of her twat!
With one hand still kneading Joan's right tit, Betty began moving her lips downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses burning against Joan's darkly tanned skin.
The muscles in Joan's thighs began to twitch uncontrollably as she felt the second mouth sucking away at her drenched cunt. Frantically grabbing the small bottle on the edge of the table, she emptied half of its contents into her mouth.
Joan's climax exploded with a force that she didn't know existed as she gulped down the precious fluid. The bottle was full of sperm! The sperm of a hundred different raging pricks!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Even though she made plenty of money waiting tables in the casino, Joan still always seemed to be broke. During those first few months in Vegas, she had developed quite a taste for gambling. And that took more bread than a straight waitress could come up with!
Those thoughts passed through Joan's mind as she readied herself for the long night of work. But she wasn't changing into her usual satin hot pants. Instead, she reached behind her back to zipper up the wildest black party dress that she owned. The garment's neckline slashed almost to the dark recess of her navel, while its hem hardly covered her rounded ass cheeks.
With Eddie's help, Joan was able to set up her own little escort service. Like many of the other women working in the hotel, she picked up money whoring for visiting high-rollers.
Bending forward, Joan smoothed her fingers over the black nylon, pulling it taut against her legs and thighs. She loved the silken feel of the material beneath her fingertips. Puffing deeply on a tightly rolled joint hanging between her lips, Joan stepped into the brightly shined high heels that she had readied for the evening.
Glancing down at a diamond watch around her wrist, Joan saw that time was growing short. She knew that Richard Hartmen, her date, would be waiting for her in the lobby very soon. And Joan had no intention of letting a man who paid two hundred dollars for her cunt wait too long!
Stamping out the remaining portion of her joint in a nearby ashtray, Joan checked her make-up for the last time and headed down to the lobby. She held the last lungful of drugged smoke in her heaving chest as she locked the door behind her.
As Joan walked across the large, crowded room, she felt the heat of eager stares following her every movement. Darting glances stole into the deep valley between her tits. That warmth made her nipples hard against the material that covered them.
Joan headed for the sofa by the fountain, and the man she knew would be waiting there for her. Even though she had never laid eyes on Richard Hartmen before, she knew him instantly.
Eddie sine wasn't fuckin' around, Richard thought to himself, his eyes moving with the gentle sway of Joan's heavy boobs. She was even groovier than he had thought she would be. Just looking at her made him eager for the feel of those sexy legs wrapped around his neck!
Joan knew a wealthy cat when she saw one, and Richard was one of the richest she had ever seen. His lean, muscular body was a thrilling shade of bronze, covered with expensive clothes. His long black hair was sprinkled with gray, adding a masterful touch to his appearance.
"You must be Joan," Richard said, smiling into her pretty face as she stood before him. "At least I certainly hope so," he added, straining to make out the outline of her hard nipples against the front of her dress.
Joan's warm, inviting smile stretched from ear to ear as she took Richard's hand into her own. Letting her gaze drift to his crotch, she began mentally sizing up his hidden cock. Joan was glad he wasn't some fat old bastard as she imagined pressing her lips to the material covering his still limp prick.
Richard enjoyed the cool, smooth feel of Joan's hand as he climbed to his feet. His nostrils flared with the strong scent of her expensive perfume. Just the sight of her massive breasts was enough to start the scum boiling in his balls.
"I thought we might catch "the midnight dinner show," Richard began, moving close enough for his thighs to brush against hers.
"Sounds great, honey," Joan replied, letting cunt-juice drip from each word.
Joan rolled her ass sexily as she walked beside her employer. She knew that he was enjoying showing her off to all the other guests in the lobby. Her arm was wrapped in his, and as they moved, she pressed the swollen mound of her left breast against him.
Stepping into the hotel's huge nightclub, Joan watched Richard remove a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, fold it and pass the money to the maitre de Still pressing her tit against his arm, they made their way to one of the best ringside tables in the club. Moments after sitting down, a waiter with a menu and a wine steward with a liquor list appeared.
By the time their dinner arrived, Joan and Richard were on their fourth round of drinks. Just as the dishes were placed before them, the lights dimmed and the stage's curtain rose.
The cavernous room was suddenly filled with the pulsing sound of the hotel's twenty piece band. Joan smiled as she saw Eddie working on stage. Suddenly two brightly lit runways were lowered from the ceiling.
Joan's eyes flashed back to the stage. She had seen the show many times before, and knew just what was going to happen. As the band worked out, streams of almost naked women poured from the wings. Dressed only in black fishnet stockings, high heels and G strings, they danced out onto the illuminated platforms.
Joan's cunt throbbed with excitement as she watched all those dark nipples harden beneath the stares of the crowd. Her lips trembled as she imagined sucking the tips of all those magnificent tits!
But Joan didn't forget the reason she was there. It was difficult to tear her gaze from the naked showgirls on display, but she finally turned her attentions back towards Richard. She was pleased to see the flames of lust burning in his face.
Reaching across the table, Joan took both of Richard's hands in her own and slipped one foot out of its shoe. Smiling into his handsome face, she slipped her toes beneath one leg of his slacks.
Amid all the excitement on stage, Judy Valentine appeared, her thrilling voice booming out through thousands of dollars worth of sound equipment. In contrast to the naked dancers, she was covered from head to toe with tightly drawn black crepe. The multicolored spotlights shone brilliantly against the smooth material. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a stitch beneath the floor length gown.
The band, seated atop a great platform, glided to the back of the stage as male dancers joined the swirling mass of tits and ass. Joan could see their fat pricks outlined against their tights as they encircled Judy Valentine.
Judy was swinging on a cloud! She felt as though she were fucking all the exciting men swirling around her. She could almost feel their tools slamming into her ass and cunt, shooting burning loads of scum down her throat!
As she continued singing, the men closed in around Judy, pressing their hot, thrashing bodies against her. Raging pricks poked against her thighs and buttocks as she kept singing.
Joan's dainty foot moved from beneath Richard's pants leg to the churning heat of his crotch As she watched Judy Valentine, her toes massaged the hard lump of flesh hidden beneath tightly drawn material.
Richard was obviously enjoying himself. As he shoved his cock against Joan's foot, he imagined himself fucking the shit out of the beautiful singer performing on stage. He could see himself tearing her ass-cheeks apart and slamming the blunt end of his burning tool into her steaming asshole.
Beads of sweat formed on Judy's brow as she reached out to touch some of the hard pricks rubbing against her body. She could remember fucking almost every one of the handsome dancers at one time or another.
At the end of her opening song, the stage was plunged into darkness. When the lights flashed on again, Judy was no longer wearing the floor length gown that she had started in. The special break-away garment was removed, leaving her dressed in high heels, black stockings and an obscenely cut leather bikini. The halter top hardly covered the throbbingly erect tips of her breasts, and almost her entire ass was spectacularly revealed to the hot stares of her lustful audience.
A black curtain hid the band from view, and Judy was left alone in the center of the huge stage. Her skin shimmered with a coating of sweat as she stood bathed in the scarlet rays of a single spotlight.
Without making a sound, Joan slid onto a chair beside Richard. Her fingers immediately replaced the firm pressure of her foot on his throbbing cock. Without taking her eyes from the stage, she succeeded in pulling down the zipper on the front of his pants. Her experienced fingers had little trouble finding the thick shaft of Richard's prick, and she soon pulled it through the folds of his underwear.
Richard's prick had almost reached full strength just from Joan's foot. At the touch of her fingers, he had a difficult time keeping himself from orgasming in her hand.
Joan smiled triumphantly as she felt Richard's entire body stiffening beneath the strokes of her fingers on his prick. With the very tips of her fingernails, she began toying with the tiny pee-slit in the swollen head of his blood-filled cock.
As the soft strains of violins filled the large room, Judy's whole body began moving with the slow beat of a love song. The well developed muscles in her stomach rolled as she thrust her cunt out towards the drooling mouths of her audience.
Spurred by the pounding of the drummer, the music began to pick up speed. And Judy's body followed. The faster the beat became, the wilder her movements, until she was shooting her hips out as if to meet a surging cock.
Joan thrilled to the feel of her date's hands slipping between her legs. As she continued stroking the thick shaft of his dick, she allowed her legs to drift apart. Within moments, she felt Richard's strong fingers slipping into the elastic waistband of her panties and pantyhose. He was just as experienced as he looked!
Joan felt the lips of her sopping pussy being pried apart by the tips of Richard's fingers. A tiny gasp slipped from her throat as he began working the throbbing hardness of her clitoris.
Hidden by the darkness, Joan pushed her chair back and slipped down to her knees. Placing a hand on each of Richard's muscular thighs, she pulled herself into the churning heat between his legs. Holding the thickness of his tool to her lips, she began lashing her tongue back and forth over the burning head of his dick.
At the first touch of Joan's moist tongue, Richard shot his hips forward, slamming his cock against the soft warmth of her lips. He fought to hold back the scum that surged to the tip of his shaft.
After covering Richard's cockhead with the sweetness of her saliva, Joan opened her mouth as wide as she could and plunged her face down into his crotch. In an instant, she could feel his burning rod pressing against the back of her throat.
By the time she had finished her song, Judy could feel the boiling fluids of her cunt running down the inside of her thighs. The echoes of her orgasm still rocked through her body as she let the audience's applause wash over her.
Richard's prick pumped in and out of Joan's mouth as its burning skin thrilled to the feel of her teeth. He could feel the tip of her tongue working its way into the tiny slit in the head of his cock. A lusting shudder passed through his body as Joan's saliva coated his blood-filled shaft.
The twenty piece show band came alive with the pounding rhythms of a current rock and roll tune. While the sweat ran down her face, Judy thrashed to the exciting music. The stage lights flooded the room with swirling colors as the topless dancers rushed back around her. Their unrestrained tits trembled wildly as moved.
Richard couldn't hold back any longer. Lifting his ass of the seat, he thrust his entire body forward, just as the tip of his throbbing cock exploded!
Joan's eyes flashed open as she felt the bursting scum shooting down her throat. Groaning loudly, she sucked every last drop of precious fluid from Richard's cock. Holding her breath, she fought not to lose a single drop.
Shaking wildly, one of Judy's massive breasts popped out of the halter top of her bikini. With a lewd grin spread across her mouth, she brought her fingers up to cup the heaving mass of succulent flesh.
With one hand holding her microphone. Judy allowed the other to rub against her dark brown nipple, sending shivers of excitement racing through her blood. Her eyes were hardly more than slits as she watched the lust and passion rising in the faces of her audience.
Taking the full force of Richard's load, Joan pulled her exhausted face off his limp prick. With a weak smile gracing her lips, she licked the excess scum from the comers of her mouth.
Giving Richard's cock one last kiss, Joan pushed it back into his pants, zipped his fly and crawled out from beneath the table. Everyone around them was too busy watching the stage to see her climbing back into her chair.
Seeing the contented look in Richard's face, Joan turned her attentions back to the stage. She was just in time to see Judy Valentine wrapping her lips around the hard tip of her exposed breast. Holding the microphone by her lips, she treated the entire room of people to the sounds of her wet tit sucking!
CHAPTER NINE
Stan Moskowitz could hardly believe the letter that Joan had sent him. After being engaged for almost a year, she just told him to go to hell. The same day that he received her short note, he booked a flight to Vegas. He loved her too much to let her go without at least an explanation.
Taking a cab from the airport, Stan's eyes ran over the few short lines that Joan had written again and again. Her words didn't give him the slightest idea what had happened to make Joan bring a halt to all their plans and dreams.
Paying the taxi driver, Stan handed his bags over to a bellboy and headed for the hotel's register desk. In a few minutes, he was relaxing in his air-conditioned room, resting up after the five hour flight.
After a quick shower, he headed back to the main desk and began his search for the woman he loved. It took a twenty dollar bill, but the clerk finally gave him Joan's room number. Not more than five minutes passed before Stan was standing before her door with his finger to the buzzer.
Beverly was relaxing on the bed totally naked as Helen crossed the room to answer the door. She made no move to cover herself as she listened to the sound of the lock being unlatched.
Stan's eyes flew open as he stared at Helen standing in the door frame. She was wearing a pair of panties and one of the smallest black lace bras that he had ever seen. The thrusting mounds of her tits overflowed the top of the garment. His eyes caressed the outline of her hard nipples pressing against the thin lace.
"Can I help you?" Helen asked, smiling at the flames of lust burning in Stan's eyes.
The words stuck in his dry throat as he allowed his gaze to travel up and down the length of the almost naked woman's thrilling body. Her panties were so sheer that he could just about count every cunt hair.
"I ... I think I've made a mistake," Stan replied, tearing his eyes from the soft flesh of her massive tits. "I was looking for someone, but this must be the wrong room."
"What a shame," Helen said, her lips forming a sexy pout. "Are you sure that I won't do?" she teased.
"I'm looking for Joan Billings. It's very important that I find her," Stan answered, ignoring Helen's last question.
"Joan's my roommate. Why don't you come inside and wait for her? I'm sure that she'll be along in a few minutes," Helen suggested, stepping to the side so that Stan could pass.
As he walked into the room, the tip of Helen's right breast brushed against his arm, sending tremors of lust shooting through his entire body. Stan's eyes widened as he looked at the huge bed in the center of the room. He certainly wasn't expecting to see Beverly lying there, stark naked with her legs spread apart!
"Our friend here is looking for Joan," Helen told her while she placed a hand on Stan's arm.
"You're not Stan Moskowitz, are you?" Beverly asked eagerly.
When Stan nodded his head yes, both women began laughing happily. Joan had shown them the letter that she had written her fiance, and they knew that she certainly wasn't expecting him to show up on her doorstep.
Stan stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming over Beverly's luscious body. He could see the dampness of her pink-lipped cunt as she displayed herself to him. At that particular moment, Joan Billings was the very last thing on Stan's mind!
"Does Joan know you're here?" Beverly asked, her voice filled with laughter as she spread her legs even further apart
"No. I just got in a few hours ago."
"Sit down and relax. You must be tired after the flight from New York. By the way, my name's Helen and that's Beverly. It's easy to tell us apart," she laughed. "Beverly's the one with the naked, dripping cunt!"
Stan laughed nervously at Helen's joke as he lowered himself into the comfortable arm chair facing the bed. The sight of Beverly showing off her pussy was enough to make his prick throb with desire.
"How about something to drink?" Helen called out, moving across the room to the small bar against the wall.
"Sure. Make mine a scotch and soda," Stan answered, regaining some of his composure.
As Helen fixed three strong drinks, she could feel the heat of Stan's eyes focused on her ass cheeks. She knew that he could see the deep crack between her firm buttocks. As she dropped ice cubes into the glasses, she wondered why Joan would give up Such a good-looking stud. Helen was sure that he had a nice fat prick and she couldn't wait to try it out.
Reaching into the breast pocket of his shirt, Stan pulled out a small piece of folded tinfoil. Opening it carefully, he withdrew two brightly colored pills. With his nerves on edge, he needed to calm himself down. Taking the strong barbiturates with booze wasn't such a good idea, but he took them anyway.
Beverly's thoughts were the same as Helen's. She knew that Joan was working an afternoon shift in the casino and wouldn't be back for another four hours. That would give them plenty of time to try out Stan's cock. Bev loved the way he was staring into the folds of her hungry cunt, and could almost feel the touch of his lips sucking the juices from her steaming twat.
Holding the three glasses, Helen stepped to the side of the bed and passed Beverly her drink. Then, with her eyes focused to the growing bulge in the front of his pants, she moved towards Stan. Her heavy tits swayed from side to side with each step that she took.
Stan's fingers trembled as he took the drink from Helen's hands. His senses were filled with the sweet smell of her erotic perfume as she lowered herself to the arm of his chair. The muscles in his body suddenly tensed as he felt her leaning against him, pressing the hard tips of her boobs into his shoulder.
"I'm sure Joan will be surprised to see you," Helen said, wrapping an arm around Stan's strong, broad shoulder.
As she sipped her cold drink, Helen's fingers massaged the skin on the back of Stan's neck. She could feel how tight his muscles were. She could feel her own cunt lips throbbing as she ran the edges of her fingernails over his skin.
Stan didn't know what to say. His eyes continued to roam over Beverly's body as Helen's fingertips sent shivers racing up and down his spine. Even through the material of his shirt, he could feel her burning nipples searing his flesh.
"You don't look very relaxed," Helen said, running her fingers through Stan's longish hair. "Am I making you nervous, honey?"
Stan knew that she was waiting for an answer, but he just couldn't think of one that didn't sound totally stupid. Instead of speaking, he just shook his head no, hoping that she would press the subject no further.
But Helen was having too much fun with him to let it go. She loved the way Stan squirmed in his chair uncomfortably. Leaning forward, she let the tip of her left boob press against the side of his face.
"I think I am making you nervous, darling," Helen said, hopping off the arm of the large chair.
Stan's eyes followed the rolling movements of Helen's ass as she walked to the side of the bed. His prick ached with desire as she lowered herself onto the mattress beside Beverly.
Helen and Beverly really wanted to make Stan squirm, and they knew just how to go about doing it. With his eyes trained on their bodies, Helen snuggled against her naked roommate.
Stan had dreamed of seeing two beautiful women making love to each other for as long as he could remember. His fantasies were full of images of women sucking each other's cunts and playing with the heavy mounds of their tits. And as he sat watching Helen and Beverly on the bed together, he knew that his dreams would soon be coming to life right before his eager eyes.
"I hope you feel more comfortable with me all the way over here," Helen said, crawling into Beverly's open arms.
"We do want you to feel comfortable," Bev added, pulling Helen's face to the swollen mounds of her fat tits.
Stan watched as Helen's lips sought out the hardness of Bev's right nipple. The room was filled with the moist sound of sucking tit! His hands flew down to his lap as he struggled to undo the zipper on the front of his pants.
Beverly smiled warmly as she enjoyed the loving touch of her friend's mouth on the tip of her breast. While Helen worked away, Bev's fingers strayed to the clasp holding her bra locked closed. With a flick of her wrist, Helen's black lace bra fell from her shoulders, letting her massive tits bounce free.
Stan yanked his throbbing cock from the folds of his clothing. The cool' air felt wonderful against the burning red skin of his prick as he began working his hands up and down the thick pole.
"You're not going to stay way over there, are you?" Beverly teased, pushing her cunt up towards Stan's drooling mouth.
He didn't need a second invitation. Jumping to his feet, he raced to the side of the bed. In a flash, his face was pushed to the hairy gash of Beverly's cunt, and the sounds of his sucking mingled with Helen's.
Stan positioned himself between Beverly's legs so that he could still see Helen's mouth sucking away at the ripe mound of flesh. Sweat formed on his brow as he drank the sweet juices from the depths of Beverly's quivering pussy.
Helen's passions soared as she felt strong, sure fingers slipping beneath her panties. Holding Bev's hard nipple between her teeth, she thrilled to the feel of Stan's fingers pushing their way into her already sopping cunt hole.
Stan's tongue lashed back and forth over the hard nub of Bev's clitoris as he thrilled the throbbing bud with the edges of his teeth. He could feel Helen's secretions dripping onto his fingers, covering them with sweet, thick cream!
One of Helen's hands slid down to the back of Stan's neck, and as he sucked away at Beverly's cunt, she began to push his face into the churning heat even more.
Helen's damp panties were beginning to cut into the soft flesh of her thighs. Pulling herself from Bev's tit and Stan's touch, she stood up and slipped the garment down her long legs. Beads of cunt-juice glimmered in the twisted curls of the hair covering her steaming pussy.
Instead of going back to her place at Bev's tits, Helen knelt beside Stan. While his mouth slaved at the demanding cunt, she undid the waistband of his pants and pulled them down his legs. The fingers of her right hand stroked his hard skin as she dropped his slacks into a soft pile on the floor.
Next, she attacked his pure white underpants. They too were soon on the floor. Helen's fingers roamed to the hard mounds of Stan's ass cheeks. , Placing a hand on each solid sphere, she gently pulled them apart, revealing the tight ring of his anus.
Just the thought of a beautiful woman sucking his asshole was almost enough to make Stan's prick explode. Not even Joan had ever satisfied his secret craving for a moist tongue exploring the tightness of his anal canal.
Lowering her face into the deep crack of Stan's ass, Helen allowed the strongly masculine scent of his body to fill her nostrils. Her lips trembled as she pressed them to the puckered hole. Her tongue slid out from between her lips and jabbed at the tight entrance. She could feel the muscles in his ass tensing beneath her fingers as she held his buttocks firmly.
Beverly's legs flew around Stan's neck as she felt the first waves of her orgasm washing through her body. Holding his head between her thighs, she drew his face against her even harder, thrilling to the increased pressure against her throbbing clitoris.
After several attempts, Helen was finally able to force her tongue into Stan's asshole! Pulling his buttocks as far apart as she could, her snake-like tongue shoved its way into his body, thrilling to the pungently exciting taste.
Lifting her ass off the bed, Beverly slammed her cunt against Stan's teeth as her orgasm exploded deep within her shaking belly. She could feel her pussy flooded with steaming secretions.
Helen reached beneath Stan's body and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. She yanked away at the stiff tool while her own tongue delved deeper and deeper into his asshole.
As he drank the sweet juices from Beverly's cunt, Stan exploded, shooting spurts of boiling sperm from the tiny slit in the tip of his prick. Helen's fingers milked every last drop from his burning cock as he thrust his hips against her talented hand.
Beverly relaxed into the comfortable bed, enjoying the fading echoes of her climax as she loosened her legs from around Stan's neck. She was pleased that he didn't pull his face from her cunt immediately. The lapping of his tongue against her twat lips lulled her into an exquisite mood.
Helen removed her scum-soaked hand from Stan's prick and rammed it into her enflamed pussy. She was the only one of the three who hadn't enjoyed a marvelous orgasm. As a matter-of-fact, she felt stranded on the very edge of her own ecstasy, and it was driving her insane!
Helen's fingers pumped in and out of her cunt in a blur of frenzy as she desperately searched for her own release. Falling backwards, she landed heavily on the floor, her legs raised in the air and her hand working like a machine gone mad!
Catching her breath, Beverly slid from the bed and crawled to where Helen lay thrashing on the floor. With a hungry smile spread across her lips, Bev pushed her face between Helen's upraised legs. Her tongue, lips and teeth immediately went to work.
Beverly could taste Stan's bittersweet scum on Helen's cunt as she began sucking her roommate's steaming pussy. The delightful mixture of pussy juice and scum thrilled Bev's mouth as she eagerly swallowed it down into her hungry stomach.
Stan once again felt his body responding to the sight of two beautiful women in the throes of lesbian love. He could smell their steaming cunts filling the room with the aroma of lust!
Kneeling between Helen's shapely legs, Bev presented Stan with an exciting view of her rounded ass. For the third time that afternoon, Stan knew that his dreams would become reality. Standing up on his knees, he crawled behind her naked ass.
Beverly was excited by the touch of Stan's strong fingers digging into her fleshy bottom. She could feel the sharpness of his nails as they drew the heavy mounds apart. The room's cool air sent chills racing through her body as it caressed the exposed tightness of her asshole.
Stan bent forward and pressed his face into the deep crack of Beverly's ass. The taste of her burning hole made his entire body tremble with new lust. Even without looking down, he knew that his prick was standing out as straight as a flagpole!
"RAM THAT FAT PRICK OF YOURS INTO MY ASSHOLE!" Beverly screamed, lifting her face from the churning heat of Helen's cunt for a moment.
Before Stan had a chance to respond to her plea, Beverly reached behind her back, wrapped her fingers around the thickness of his cock and pulled it to the puckered hole of her anus. Then, still sucking Helen's precious fluids, she slammed her whole body backwards, smashing the blunt tip of his rod against her asshole.
With the muscles in his legs trembling excitedly, Stan shot his hips forward, forcing his raging prick into the steaming cavern. On the very first lunge, he was able to sink almost half of his fat tool into Beverly's sweating body.
The sound of Bev's scream was muffled in the damp folds of Helen's orgasming cunt. As Stan's cock began to piston in and out of her hole, tears of pain ran down her face.
But Beverly knew that the intense pain would soon pass, and be replaced by soaring passions. Gritting her teeth against the agony of Stan's delving prick, she kept slamming her ass back to meet each of his thrusts.
Helen was being tom to shreds by repeated orgasms that crashed through her. She could feel rivers of sweat running down the lengths of her body as burning secretions were sucked from her trembling pussy.
As Beverly thrashed beneath the assault of Stan's raging cock she felt the pain slowly ebbing. Before she realized what was happening, the unmistakable tremors of her building orgasm filled her mind and soul.
Stan's cock felt as though it were caught in an erupting volcano as Beverly tightened the muscles deep within her anal canal. Her entire body milked the scum from his prick as she wiggled her ass against his cock obscenely.
The three bodies welded together into one mass of churning flesh as they all experienced their orgasms at the same instant. Scum, sweat and cunt-juice mingled as the sounds of their passion filled the room.
Engulfed in the flames of lust, nobody noticed the door being opened. Nobody noticed Joan stepping into the room, her eyes taking in the full scene being played out on the floor at her feet.
"Welcome to Las Vegas, darling," Joan said, standing with her hands on her hips.
CHAPTER TEN
"Fancy meeting you here," Joan continued, closing the door behind her and walking over to the edge of the bed.
Stan pulled his limp prick from Beverly's ass and sat down on the floor. He remained silent as Joan sat down on the bed, amusement obvious in her face. She could see his fresh scum dripping from Bev's asshole as she waited for him to speak.
"I ... I can ... explain," Stan began, the words sticking in his parched throat. "I was looking for you when...."
"Don't be silly, darling," Joan interrupted. "There's nothing to explain. With sexy cunts like Helen and Beverly around, I wouldn't expect you to do anything else but fuck the shit out of them."
As she spoke, Joan leaned forward and began running her fingers through Helen's long, tangled hair. Bending over, her satin halter top gaped open, revealing the massive mounds of her breasts to Stan's view. She was pleased to see his eyes delve into the deep, dark valley between her tits.
Stan was more than shocked to see Helen turn her head and plant a warm kiss on Joan's fingertips. It was obvious that his ex-fiancee enjoyed the feel of the woman's soft, hot lips against her skin.
"As a matter-of-fact," Joan continued, letting Helen move her hand down to her own naked tits, "I'm kind of jealous. Rolling on the floor with these two bitches is a whole lot groovier than waiting on table downstairs!"
Stan would never have believed that those words were coming from Joan's lips. In all the time that he knew her, he had never seen any indications of lesbian tendencies. Yet there she was, digging her strong fingers into Helen's fat tits!
"I can see that you two didn't waste any time," Joan said, turning her attentions to her two roommates.
The women's laughter relaxed Stan. He suddenly realized that Joan was right. There was nothing to explain. There was nothing to be frightened of. He had just taken an opportunity that no man in his right mind would refuse.
But getting used to seeing Joan playing with another woman's tits was something a little harder to deal with. He felt a strange combination of emotions flooding his mind as she slid off the bed and joined them on the floor.
When Joan leaned over and wrapped her lips around the hard tip of Helen's right breast, there was no mistaking the emotion that Stan was feeling. LUST! Plain and simple lust. To his own surprise, he could feel the strength returning to his cock as he listened to the slurping sounds of her hard sucking mouth.
Beverly could see the confusion in his eyes as he watched Helen's fingers pressing Joan's mouth even harder against her tits. She could also see the flames of lust burning brightly in his stare as she crawled to him on her hands and knees.
Climbing into Stan's lap, Beverly wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed his lips with her own. Reaching between their bodies as her tongue licked the saliva from the walls of his mouth, Bev tore the front of his shirt open and slipped his arms out of the sweat-soaked garment.
When she had stripped off his last garment, Beverly's arms flew back around Stan's neck and she crushed her thrusting tits against the hardness of his hair-covered chest. Thrills surged through her body as his hot skin seared her dark brown nipples.
Beverly slithered down the front of Stan's body, leaving a trail of wet kisses leading towards his again erect cock. But just as she was about to plunge his throbbing prick into the steaming heat of her mouth, she sat upright, a slutty smile on her lips.
"Maybe you'd like Joan to suck you off?" she asked, her fingers massaging up and down the length of his stiff tool.
Stan's hand flashed out as he wrapped his fingers in Bev's tangled hair. With a vicious yank, he pulled her face into the chinning heat of his aching crotch. He wanted her mouth on his prick, her hungry lips sucking the new load of scum that was boiling in his balls.
Looking over her shoulder, Joan could see Beverly's head working between Stan's legs. She was pleased that the man she had once loved was having himself one hell of a good time. But then her thoughts turned back to the throbbing heat in her own pussy.
Helen allowed Joan to push her down to the floor. She didn't know what her roommate wanted yet, but she didn't care. Whatever was demanded of her, she would happily do!
Joan had Helen lie on her back and spread her legs just as far as she could. Then, grabbing hold of the prone woman's tits like handles, she dragged herself on top. She was still wearing her uniform as she slammed their cunts together.
Helen's hands flew to Joan's halter top. Hooking her fingers into the smooth satin, she pulled downward, letting the imprisoned mounds of flesh bounce into view. Immediately, she ground the palms of her hands into the erect nipples, knowing that she was sending tremors of lust crashing throughout Joan's sweating body.
Joan leaned forward and allowed Helen to capture one of her nipples between her full lips. She thrilled to the sensation of her tongue lashing back and forth over the hard flesh as Helen's fingers dug in.
It had been months since the last time Stan had seen Joan's perfectly formed ass, and he was eager for the sight of it. Holding Bev's head between his legs, he leaned forward and ripped the material from her body. The sound of the tearing fabric made his cock grow even larger.
Joan was grateful to her ex-fiance for freeing her hot cunt. She wanted to feel the wetness of Helen's twat between her own legs as she humped their clits together.
But Joan wanted more than just the feeling of their bodies rubbing together. Suddenly jumping to her feet, she rushed to the dresser standing against the wall. With the top of her uniform hanging from her shoulders, and just her stockings and high heels covering the lower half of her body, she searched the top drawer until she found the long, slender box that she was looking for.
Ripping the top off of the cardboard box, she reached inside and removed the thick black rubber shaft. Her fingers trembled as she brought one end of the two-headed dildo to her throbbing cuntlips. With one quick shove, she rammed the shaft deep into her quivering belly.
Joan rolled her hips and ass as she quickly returned to Helen's prone body. As she fitted the exposed head of her dildo to the sopping wet lips of her friend's pussy, Joan looked over her shoulder. She was pleased at the look of shocked delight on Stan's handsome face.
"Hold on, bitch!" Joan screamed. "Now you're really going to get that fucked-out cunt of yours plowed!"
Joan slammed her body forward, shoving the tip of the black dildo into the depths of Helen's throbbing cunt. And Helen lifted her ass up off the floor to meet her powerful thrusts.
The sight of Joan's naked ass made Stan's mouth water. In all the time that he had known her, his dreams had been filled with the images of his cock plunged deep into the cavern of her ass. But until that moment, he never dared to attempt it.
But Stan was seeing a side to his ex-fiancee that he had never seen before. He was watching her act in the most perverted, obscene ways imaginable.
Shoving Beverly's head off his raging prick, Stan positioned himself behind the woman he loved. Without bothering to ask her permission, his strong fingers pried her ass cheeks apart and fitted the head of his prick to the hole hidden deep within the mysterious crevice.
"I've been waiting for you to fuck my ass for years, you son of a bitch!" Joan screamed, turning and looking over her shoulder at Stan's towering form.
Before he had a chance for her words to really sink in, Joan slammed back against the stiff shaft of his prick. She could feel Stan's cock tearing at the dry walls of her anal canal as the pain filled every inch of her body. She tried to squirm out from beneath his assault, but his strong hands gripping her hips held her steady.
Joan's asshole felt even more wonderful than Stan had ever imagined in his wildest dreams. His prick grew to enormous proportions as the heat spread throughout his sweating body. Even Bev's fat ass hadn't felt quite marvelous.
Beverly had no intention of being left out of all the fun. Crawling on her hands and knees, she was soon pressing her hungry mouth down onto Helen's, sucking the sweet saliva from between her trembling lips.
Joan could feel the thick shaft of her dildo and Stan's probing cock pressing against each other within her cunt and asshole.
Stan reached around to the front of Joan's sweating body. As he rammed his prick into her ass deeper and deeper, he sank his strong fingers into her shaking tits. His skilled hands sought out the nubs of her nipples, and when he found them, he yanked and pulled on the erect buds until they ached.
In all the times that Stan had fucked her, Joan had never realized what an exciting, wonderful stud he could be. She was sure that her own sluttish behavior had turned him on.
With her body exploding over and over again, Helen reached out and pushed her hand between Beverly's legs. In another moment, two of her slender fingers were pumping in and out of the wet, burning folds of her dripping twat.
Beverly groaned with pleasure as she felt Helen's sharp nails scraping the walls of her velvet-lined chamber. She could feel special attention being paid her sensitive clitoris.
Beverly needed the feel of Helen's mouth sucking the juices from her overflowing cunt. She needed the feel of a woman's lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, sending chills racing up and down her spine. She needed the feel of Helen's long tongue exploring the deep gash of her pussy.
Squirming around on the floor, Beverly positioned her twat to Helen's mouth. Every muscle in her body tensed as she felt the tip of her tongue delving into damp folds.
Helen, Beverly, Joan and Stan fucked away the rest of that afternoon and night. In a twisted mass of sweaty arms and legs, the four of them fell into an exhausted sleep.
With the feel of heaving tits pressing in all around him, Stan understood why Joan wanted to stay in Vegas. And after experiencing all that the city had to offer, he had no intention of leaving himself!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After a good night's sleep, Stan was escorted through the hotel's casino by two of its sexiest employees, Helen and Beverly. Feeling the thrusting mounds of their tits pressing against his side, his gaze darted from one end of the huge room to the other.
"It's a shame that Joan couldn't show you around the place herself," Helen said, snuggling even closer against Stan's arm.
"Yeah. She's on the day shift all this week," Beverly added, the tips of her fingers massaging Stan's tight muscles.
"You don't see me complaining, do you?" he replied, enjoying the envious looks of the other gamblers as Helen and Beverly clung to his sides.
That was the very first time that Stan had ever been in a gambling casino. Watching the heavy betting going on at each table brought his blood to the boil. He was attracted to the tables like a moth to a burning flame.
"This is where the real action takes place," Beverly said, dragging Stan over to one of the many craps tables.
Stan stood staring down at the brightly marked green felt as Helen quickly explained the complicated betting system. It was as if he were in a trance as his eyes followed the stacks of chips being pushed from one outlined box to the other.
"You look fascinated, darling," Joan said, stepping up beside Stan and placing a cool hand on his shoulder.
Stan's eyes flashed to Joan's heaving tits. She was wearing the same hot pants outfit that he had seen her in the night before, but it didn't make the slightest bit of difference. His mind was too occupied with the excitement of the game being played out before him.
"It looks like your boyfriend has found himself a new love," Helen joked, watching the almost hypnotic expression on Stan's face.
Joan didn't like him taking her eyes from her fat tits. She didn't like the idea of a pair of dice turning him on more than the twin spheres of her firm, succulent ass cheeks. She didn't like the chips holding more satisfaction for him than the steaming wetness of her throbbing cunthole!
Turning on her heels, Joan went back to work. Helen and Beverly watched the swing of her saucy bottom as Stan ignored her. She knew that there were plenty of customers to give her enticing body the attention it deserved.
"Come on, baby," Helen said after a few minutes. "Let's get ourselves something to eat. We're hungry."
Reluctantly, Stan allowed himself to be led away from the table. His mind was whirling with figures as he attempted to work out a system for shooting dice.
But by the time Helen, Beverly and Stan sat down at a table in one of the hotel's many restaurants, thoughts of gambling had moved to the back of his mind. Once again, Stan was staring at the beautiful display of tits thrusting out towards him.
Beneath the thinness of the tops that they were wearing, Stan could see the outline of hard nipples. His mouth watered as he remembered the feel of the throbbing nubs between his lips as he lashed his tongue over the tips of their massive breasts.
As the waitress took their order, Stan was amazed at how many beautiful women worked in the hotel. Staring at the woman's long legs, he realized that if he lived to be a hundred years old, he wouldn't have enough time to ram his prick into all of their drenched cunts and steaming assholes. Nor would he have the strength, he laughed to himself.
When his sizzling steak was set down before him, Stan suddenly realized that he was famished! Since his plane set down in the city's airport, the only things that he had eaten were tits, assholes and cunts.
When Joan got off work that night, she naturally expected to spend the night with Stan. Pulling a few strings, she got them a table in the hotel's main showroom, and both enjoyed the star-studded show. But when she got ready to flop down on her bed and spread her legs, Joan had a real surprise coming to her.
Instead of rushing back to her room, Stan led Joan into the casino. Reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, he withdrew a billfold of traveler's checks and headed for the cashier. Joan stood by silently as he began signing over hundred dollar checks, cashing them in for twenty-five dollar chips. Before he turned from the caged window, he had bought a thousand dollars' worth of plastic discs.
Stan was hungry for the feel of the dice in his hands, but he decided to spend a little time at the blackjack tables. He knew that he was good at the game, and intended to run up a working bankroll.
"Let's have a little fun," he said, handing Joan about two hundred dollars' worth of chips.
Climbing up on the tall stools, Joan and Stan began playing blackjack. As he had expected, slowly but surely his winnings grew. But in the same amount of time, Joan was becoming more and more bored. She couldn't have cared less whether she won or lost. But the intense look on Stan's face almost frightened her. She could see how turned on to the game he was as the pile of chips in front of him began to grow.
Out of the comer of her eye, Joan could see a player at the next table looking her over. Crossing her legs, she allowed the hem of her black mini-dress to climb higher on her thighs. She could see him smile longingly as his gaze traveled up and down the length of her sculptured legs.
Coyly dropping her hand down to one exposed thigh, she began drawing tiny circles on her tanned skin with the tips of her fingers. Checking to make sure that only her unknown admirer was watching, she drew her hand along her nylon-clad flesh, moving it steadily to the building heat of her pussy.
Stan was concentrating on his game too hard to notice Joan's fingers pushing the hem of her skirt even higher. He didn't even smell her pungent aroma.
Joan was glad that she hadn't worn any panties as she turned slightly to the man sitting at the next table. She could feel the cool air caressing her cunt lips, and knew that he had a perfect view.
Joan was pleased to see her one-man audience ignoring the game as she shoved a long finger into the folds of her twat! Though it was difficult, Joan continued playing cards as she began pumping her hand in and out of her pink, moist cunt.
Lifting her hand from between her legs, she brought the sweetly coated fingers to her lips, and began licking her juices off with long strokes of her tongue. As her mouth filled with the delicious taste of her own pussy, Joan uncrossed her legs and spread them just as far as she could. With a warm, inviting smile curling the comers of her mouth, she displayed the wet folds.
"I'll see you back in the room," Joan said, without even bothering to turn to face Stan.
Sliding from the stool, Joan quickly pulled her dress back down into place. Rolling her hips like a hooker looking for a customer, she sailed past the man at the adjoining blackjack table. As she walked toward the exit, she could feel his eyes burning through the material pulled taut across the rounded fullness of her buttocks. Glancing over her back, she smiled as she saw her admirer cashing in his chips and following her out of the casino.
And Stan couldn't have given less of a shit! In the horn and a half of play, he had succeeded in almost doubling his original thousand dollars. And that gave him enough money to play the game that he really wanted to play. CRAPS!
Stuffing the chips into his jacket pockets, he tossed the dealer a twenty-five dollar tip and headed for the high action tables. It was three in the morning, and the casino crowd had thinned out rather sharply. There were only three working craps tables, and Stan chose very carefully. Watching the action at each table for some time, he finally picked the one closest the wall.
Stan's first bet was fifty dollars, and in a matter of seconds, it was gone. He lost the second fifty dollar bet, and then the third. But the fourth pass was his, as well as the sixth. Stan could feel his luck heating up, and he doubled his bet. Again he won. Let the two hundred dollars ride on the next pass. Another winner!
Stan was hooked! He lost some bets, but they were few and far between. In a matter of twenty minutes, his two thousand dollars had soared to five. Excitement burned in his eyes as gamblers from all over the cavernous room drifted over to his table. Like bees to honey, they flocked around him, hoping against hope that some of his luck would rub off on them.
Stan felt as if he were in the midst of one great, unending orgasm as he kept raking in the money. Other players rode his winning streak, screaming in joy as . their money doubled and tripled. Both other tables closed down as the players moved to the hot table. Even those people playing blackjack stopped their games to see what was happening.
Excited gamblers crushed against the sides of the table as roll after roll came up a winner. Amid the cries of almost everyone around him, Stan remained silent, his eyes glued to the speckled cubes of ivory as they tumbled across the green felt.
"Again, you bastard. Roll those fuckin' dice again," a fifty-year-old woman hissed through clenched teeth.
Even the dealers from the deserted tables came to watch Stan roll those dice. It had been a long time since any of them had seen this kind of action.
With an hour's play, Stan had totally cleaned but the table. The pit boss wanted to close it down, but the wildly excited gamblers wouldn't allow it. Fearing a riot, another twenty thousand dollars' worth of chips was brought over amid howling cheers.
Sweat poured from Stan's skin, burning his eyes, but he kept on shooting. One thought throbbed in his mind. He wanted to break the bank, and he had no intention of stopping until he did!
Tension filled the air as he moved closer and closer to his goal. His hands were almost too wet to hold the dice, but he kept on shooting. His parched throat ached, his heart pounded, but he kept on shooting!
Trembling with excitement, more than one pair of thrusting tits tumbled over the top of a low cut dress. Out of the comer of his eye, Stan could see women shoving their hands under the hems of their dresses.
After another hour of wild play, the rather nervous casino manager climbed onto the table. In a soft, tight voice, he spoke, his eyes drifting through the overheated crowd.
"The casino is now officially closed," he began. "This gentleman has succeeded in breaking the bank!"
With those words, all hell broke loose! Tearing the clothes from her body, a fat-titted woman threw herself onto the felt-topped table. Her piercing voice echoed in the huge room.
"FUCK ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY THROBBING CUNT!"
Before the words left her throat, three men had joined her, each clawing away the material covering his raging prick. In a matter of seconds, one had shoved his cock in her mouth, another had rammed the full length of his thick tool up her asshole, and the third had forced his burning prick into her gaping cunt!
Stan felt himself being pulled to the floor. He looked down to see the fifty-year-old woman ripping the front of her low-cut gown open. Though her face was deeply lined, and her hair was streaked with gray, she had the body of a teenager.
Patricia Holland had orgasmed just watching Stan shooting dice, but at that moment she needed the feel of his cock slamming into her cunt, shooting sperm into her quivering belly. Her sharp nailed fingers tore open Stan's fly. Reaching into the folds of material, she pulled the throbbing thickness of his cock into the open.
As Pat opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed the blood-filled head of Stan's prick, the remains of her dress were ripped from her sweaty body, and the fat mounds of her ass cheeks were yanked apart. She could feel the cold air caressing her puckered asshole.
As Stan slammed into the back of her throat. Pat felt the thickness of a nine-inch prick cramming into her anus. She could feel the sensitive walls of her anal canal tearing beneath the mighty assault of burning cock meat.
Two waitresses had jumped one of the handsome dealers and were happily taking turns sucking him off as cocks forced their way into their drenched cunts.
As Pat sucked away on Stan's cock, he felt her hands crawl beneath his body and dig into the deep crack of his ass. Every muscle in his body tensed as she shoved a strong finger into the tight anal canal.
Stan reached out and dug his fingers into the thrusting tits of a chick who couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. Her skin felt delightfully smooth and cool as his fingers sought out the hardness of her erect nipples. He watched the lust rising in her young eyes as he twisted and pulled.
The woman on the craps table laughed hysterically as she gobbled the scum shooting down her throat She could feel the insides of her cunt and asshole flooded with the precious fluids of men she had never met before.
Looking over the tall sides of the craps table, the fat-titted blonde watched a gorgeous hotel guest sitting on a high stool with a naked cocktail waitress sucking the juices from her obviously overflowing cunthole.
As Joan slipped the key into the lock of her hotel room, she could feel a thin stream of fresh scum running down the inside of her thigh. Swinging the door open, she could see the first rays of morning sun illuminating the bed. An empty bed!
Joan was furious. She could hardly believe that Stan was still down in the casino gambling his brains out. Her own annoyance really bugged her. After all, she thought to herself, she was the one that broke off their engagement. Yet she was still angry as she headed back down to the casino.
Joan rubbed her eyes in disbelief as she stepped into the enormous room. She had seen a lot of wild things since moving to Vegas, but nothing that compared to the orgy going on right before her widely opened eyes.
Joan left a trail of clothing across the room as she headed into the thick of the action. By the time she grabbed the closest male, her body was totally naked. Wrapping her fingers in his longish hair, she slammed his face against her cunt, and thrilled as she felt the still warm scum being sucked out of her twat.
As cocks and cunts were sucked, fucked and fingered, five burly cops burst upon the scene. The casino manager had called them, hoping to squelch the riot before too much damage had been done to the expensively furnished room.
But even the cops hadn't expected to find a full scale orgy going on. Before they had a chance to do anything, women swarmed over their powerful frames, opening their pants and exposing their erect, stiff shafts.
After her first orgasm beneath the slavering mouth of a total stranger, Joan made her way towards one of the cops. The big black one! She had to step over countless bodies strewn across the floor, humping and slamming against each other.
"All right, you big-cocked stud," Joan hissed, pulling the man's prick out of the mouth of another woman. "Let's see if that prick of yours works as good as it looks!"
Ethel Lake was enjoying the taste of her very first black dick and didn't like the idea of it being taken away from her. But when she saw the size of Joan's tits, the anger quickly faded.
Joan flopped down onto the floor, lifting her legs up into the air and spreading them as far as she could. She was pleased when the black stud didn't bother to eat her twat. She had had enough sucking, and was ready to be plowed!
Leroy Henry couldn't resist the sopping wet hole being presented to him for his inspection and use. Wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft of his ebony cock, he guided its swollen head to the deep gash between Joan's legs.
With one powerful thrust, Leroy slammed the blunt tip of his almost bursting cock into the churning heat. The shaft was completely engulfed by Joan's pink, dripping flesh as his balls bounced against the crack of his ass.
On her hands and knees, Ethel lowered her face to the thrusting mound of Joan's left tit. Saliva ran from the comers of her mouth as she gently dug her teeth into the hard brown nipple.
Joan's hand flew to the back of Ethel's neck. She enjoyed the silky feel of her long blonde hair as she pushed the woman's face against her sweating boob even harder.
Stan grabbed Pat by the hair and dragged her mouth off his torrid cock shaft. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted it that very moment. With her sweet saliva glistening on his thick, hard prick, Stan positioned Pat so that the lips of her cunt kissed its throbbing head.
With Pat's knees on either side of his body, Stan's hands moved from her tangled hair to the amazingly firm mounds of her tits. Using them like handles, he yanked downward, simultaneously lifting his ass up off the floor. On the very first thrust, Stan drove his entire cock into Pat's waiting belly.
Joan locked her feet around the powerful cop's neck as he plunged his prick in and out of her steaming cunt. Ethel's marvelous lips sent shivers of excitement racing through her blood as they sucked away on her pulsing nipples.
Reaching put, one of Joan's hands found its way between Ethel's legs. Parting the sensitive folds of flesh with two fingers, she plunged her thumb into the churning dampness.
Leroy's cock shot with the force of an atomic explosion as his scum burst from the tiny slit in the head of his black cock. With each thrust, another spurt of boiling semen splashed against the walls of her throbbing cunt.
Joan's legs and feet tightened around Leroy's thick neck and shoulders as she felt his prick flooding her pussy with the searingly hot fluids pumping their way from his ebony-skinned balls to the tip of his thick shaft. Shudders of hot lust ripped through her body as she responded to each thrust of Leroy's powerful hips.
Joan's orgasm matched the force and strength of her black lover's. Muscles deep in the walls of her cunt tightened around his slowly shrinking cock as she strained to milk every last drop.
But as wonderful as Joan's fingers felt digging into the pink flesh of her burning pussy, Ethel trembled at the very threshold of ecstasy, unable to enter the promised land!
Suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. Reaching forward, she wrapped her fingers in the handle of the gun that still rested in the holster hanging from Leroy's loose buckle. Her fingers trembled as they caressed the long, thin steel barrel of the revolver. As she brought it to the lips of her cunt, she could feel all the muscles in her legs and thighs tighten.
"You crazy cunt!" Leroy screamed, watching Ethel press the tip of the barrel between the hungry lips of her pussy. "You're going to blow your fuckin' stomach open!"
But Joan held the black cop locked between her legs. She was fascinated by the sight of the beautiful woman working the barrel of a loaded revolver in and out of her dripping twat.
"Leave her alone," Joan commanded, watching the juices overflow Ethel's cunt and run down the length of Leroy's service pistol.
The cop knew when he was beaten, and didn't say another word. Instead, he too began to enjoy the sight of Ethel humping her cunt up against the steel instrument of death. There was something terrible and at the same time exciting about seeing her risk her life for the sake of a single orgasm!
Pat allowed Stan to drag her down against him by her tits as his prick plunged to the very depths of her cunt. Orgasm followed orgasm, making her shoulders shake and her ass bounce in every direction at the same time.
Pat's tits flattened against Stan's hard chest as she crushed her lips against his. Her tongue forced its way into the heat of his mouth as she sucked the sweetly masculine wetness of his saliva down into her quivering stomach.
While Pat's body ground against his, Stan reached around to her ass and slipped his fingers into the deep, dark crack between her firm buttocks. With the edge of his fingernail, he toyed with the puckered hole of her anus. With sudden swiftness, he rammed the strong digit into her asshole just as far as he could.
When the hot blonde on the craps table exhausted the three studs fucking the shit out of her, they were replaced by three equally horny chicks. A fucked-out cocktail waitress with scum running out of her buggered asshole sucked the woman's cunt while a second worked over her tits and a third sucked away at her just-fucked mouth.
It took a lot of hard work on Pat's part, but Stan finally blew a load in her belly. His finger still tore away at the walls of her asshole as a deep-pitched growl forced its way from his throat.
With Leroy's cock limp and spent, Joan began looking around the large room for something else to feast on. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled to see Ethel's lips back around Leroy's cock, licking the excess scum from his prick as she kept fucking away at her twat with the barrel end of his gun.
As she made her way through the maze of twisted bodies, Joan felt countless hands reaching up to fondle her sexy ass, tits and cunt. She loved the idea of not even knowing the names of the people using her body for their own pleasure.
Moving across the room, Joan finally saw exactly what she was looking for. He was tall, dark and sexy with a cock standing a good ten inches out from the center of his body. And he looked only about sixteen years old. As her gaze crept into the deep crack of his hard ass she wondered what he was doing in the casino. Vegas law specified that only adults over the age of twenty-one were allowed in the gaming rooms. But those thoughts quickly faded as she began thinking about all the things that his fat prick would soon be doing to her hungry, trembling body.
Tony Williams had just left three loads of scum in three different women, but as he watched the rolling sway of Joan's hips, he knew that he would still be able to fuck. There was just no way that he was going to pass up slamming his prick into a woman as wild as she was.
Wiggling their naked asses, several waitresses headed for the bar with their cork-topped trays in hand. In another moment, their trays were loaded down with bottles of booze. None of the women had bothered to bring glasses.
The moment Joan came to a halt before Tony's powerfully muscled frame, she wrapped her arms around his neck, crushed her tits against his flat chest and crushed her mouth against his.
As they kissed, Tony pressed his cock up against the hair-covered gash between her legs. Joan was more than pleased that the boy was so eager to sink his cock into her churning belly. Reaching between their bodies, she took hold of his hard cock and positioned it to the lips of her burning cunt.
Joan could feel her body roasting in the flames of passion. And the only thing that could put out the fire was his sperm. As Tony forced his tongue into the older woman's mouth, she thrust her hips forward, sinking the full length of his prick into her pussy as they stood there, locked in each other's embrace.
Tony leaned his back against a nearby wall as the aggressive woman kept swallowing his prick into her belly. His shoulders shuddered with excitement at the feel of their pubic hair intertwining.
When the spurts of Stan's cock finally came to an end, Pat watched him he back against the floor with his eyes contentedly closed. A look of relaxation passed across his face for the first time since he had stepped into the casino.
But Pat still needed more action. And she wanted it from the man who had broken the bank in Vegas. Squirming downward, she pressed her face between his strong legs, lashing the head of his prick with the rough side of her tongue. She loved the taste of her cunt juice coating the torrid skin on Stan's damp cock.
With her finger wrapped around the trigger of Leroy's gun, Ethel brought herself closer and closer to the final happiness of her orgasm. Knowing that she was doing something strange and dangerous made the flames of lust continue to build as she scraped the sensitive flesh from the walls of her cunt with the very tip of the revolver.
Leroy's cock grew larger and larger as Ethel sucked away at the thickness of his juicy prick. With the tip of her tongue, she thrilled the tiny pee-slit in the almost bursting head of his prick. Knowing that he would soon be back to full strength pleased Leroy as he pushed his cock between her hungry lips.
Ethel's pumping hand never missed a single beat, even though her jaws began to ache from the blow job she was giving him. And she knew that Leroy appreciated her efforts by the short, sudden jabs of his hips as-he drove the head of his cock down her throat.
In every part of the cavernous room, men and women fucked away, filling the room with the sounds and smells of raw lust and passion. The casino's rug was damp from the sweat, scum and thick cunt-juices it had absorbed.
Joan screamed with delighted pleasure as she felt her insides flooded with the steaming scum of her teenage lover. It wasn't long before Pat had brought Stan's cock up to full strength again. Ethel's cunt was raw from the revolver's barrel as Leroy exploded his large load of scum down into her waiting belly.
Before the sun rose in the clear, blue sky, every one of the two hundred people had fucked themselves into total exhaustion!
It wasn't until the following day that Joan heard about the seven hundred and fifty thousand dollar hit Stan had taken the casino for. When she did, she rushed down to the marriage bureau for a license. All of a sudden, their engagement was back on again.
