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Shore House (orgy)
by Puss E. Kat
***
Kitty lounged in the chair where Nick and Rick had left her. She watched
them dress without a word. Fully clothed, Nick turned and said, "By the
way, you're not the same broad we usually service at this address. How
should I make out the bill?" "Who do you usually bill it to?", she asked
already knowing the answer. "That would be Mrs. Lily White." Rick gave
the answer with a lewd smile. Nick chuckled at the way Rick said it,
knowing Lily White was anything but-. "So who gets the bill?", Rick
pressed on. "Make it out to Lily . How much is it?", she asked,
wondering how she'd pay. "Well, seeings how you're a new client and so
very hot for cock, you get a discount. Three hundred even, ok?" She went
to the desk and opened the center drawer. After rummaging for a few
seconds, she found a small key on a gold chain. She knew it was Lilys'
because she'd seen her wear it. Kitty tried all the drawers until one
opened. Inside were several receipts from the "Heat Guys". They ranged
in price from one hundred and fifty to five hundred dollars. She also
found a substantial amount of cash. Kitty counted out three hundred and
handed it to Nick. Nick took the money but held her hand and kissed it
passionately. With that, he told her to call anytime she needed heat.
The hunks gone, Kitty sank back into the soft chair. She could still
taste the load of cum Rick had fed her. Nicks hot cum was still in her
ass. This thought made her cunt wet and swollen once more. She looked
down at her large tits and began to massage them. She gently pinched her
perky pink nipples. This caused her pussy to leak even more. Kitty slid
her right hand down her trim body until her finger tips found her
swollen, aching clit. She rubbed it slowly, enjoying the sensation. Then
she discovered if she put her index and middle fingers in her dripping
hole, she could still rub her clit with her thumb. Her left hand seemed
to have a mind of its own, going from left to right, squeezing and
pinching her nipples. Her right hand moved faster in her cunt. Moments
later the flood gates opened and she came like a freight train.
Having enjoyed the taste of her pussy on Ricks' dick, she raised her
hand to her mouth and tasted. Oh yes, she liked it. Kitty licked and
sucked her fingers and palm clean and dipped back in for more, now
understanding the allure of a hot, wet pussy. "Time for a shower.", she
said aloud, wondering when talking to herself had become habit.
Upstairs, she grabbed a robe and nitie from her suitcase. Looking at the
robe, she laughed out loud, "I just re-enacted a porn flick that would
make a whore blush and I'm worried about someone seeing my nitie?". She
tossed the robe aside and went to the bathroom where she noticed a
T-storm had begun. The skylights began to blaze with strikes of
lightning and the house rumbled with thunder. Knowing the danger, she
took the fastest shower of her life. She dried herself slowly, while,
for the first time, really seeing her beautiful body in the
ceiling-to-floor, wall-to-wall mirror that Lily had had installed.
(Kitty then knew the "wonder" feature in her new bikini was redundant.)
She slithered into her nitie and headed back to the family room.
Though the fire had died down, it had not gone out-- much like the fire
in her body. Kitty placed more wood on the fire and made sure it caught.
Looking around, she spied the wet-bar. "Why not ?, I'm of age.". Looking
at the selections, before she could decide, there was a loud knock at
the front door. She went to the door and peeped out the spy-hole. Seeing
"Big John", the Jamaican caretaker, see opened the door a little and
said, "Hi, Big John. I need to get my robe. I'll only be a minute."
"No-o problem Miss Kitty, take your time." He waited on the porch while
she vaulted up the stairs and grabbed her rode. As she tied it closed,
she wondered why Big John had come.
She raced back to the door thinking her escapades from earlier were
written all over her face. She calmed herself, opened the door and
asked, "What's up rastaman ?" "Sorry to bother you Miss Kitty, it seems
Miss Lily was watching the weather channel and thought it might be
chilly enough to need the furnace and asked me to come over and turn it
back on as I turned it off two weeks ago when the frost threat passed.
She didn't want you worrying over no heat." (This brought a blush from
head to toe.) "This will only take a minute Miss Kitty." "I hope it
takes a lot longer than that !", she mumbled. He didn't hear her as he
was already headed for the basement. Kitty ran for the family room and
mixed up a couple of drinks.
Big Johns' 6'3" frame had not gone unnoticed all these years. Tonight
she had sneaked a glimpse of his bulging crotch. As best she could tell,
he was packing a nice piece of meat. She heard a rumble in the basement
as the furnace turned on. The rumbling of the thunder outside and the
furnace inside set her pussy to leaking-----again. Then his foot steps
on the stairway, sent Kitty skittering back into the hallway "drinks in
hand". "Daddy says never drink alone. Will you join me?", she asked
coyly. "Well maybe this once it'd be ok.", he said hesitantly. Kitty
handed him the drink and headed back to the family room. Big John
wondered what was up with hot little Kitty but followed anyway.
For seventeen years, he'd watched this young thing. For the last ten
years, he'd had to eat the guilt of knowing he was the cause of her
parents' divorce. Kitty was the picture image of her mother, Robin. If
there are body doubles, Kitty was Robins. Stolen passion in the tool
shed, hot moments in the basement, flooded his memory. When Robin was
asked if she had been unfaithful, she she didn't deny it, but she never
disclosed that he was her lover. Not to anyone, ever. John was not only
grateful to have known Robin the way he did, but he was also grateful
for her silence. Work in a sleepy shore town was hard enough to find in
the Summer let alone in the Winter. He'd never married because Robin
haunted his dreams and body with her beauty. Now here he sat with a
carbon copy.
As Kittys' fresh young scent filled his nostrils, he felt his ample
prick begin to rise. He took a sip of the drink she'd made, "Wh-o-a-a,
what's in here ?" "I don't really know, I just poured in some from the
first three bottles I saw and threw in some ice and soda.", Kitty
replied innocently. "Miss Kitty. Are you tryin' to get me drunk ??".
Kitty asked, "Now would I do a thing like that ? And what if I was ?".
"Then I'd have to leave, Miss Kitty." ((His prick grew a little harder))
She glanced down at his crotch and knew he was lying. His burgeoning
shaft gave him away. Kitty took a long pull on her drink. Not used to
alcohol, she choked on it. Big John quickly bent her over and patted her
back. She set her drink down and coughed a couple of times. As they were
seated on the couch, this pretty much put her head in his lap. He
started to lift her back upright but she resisted his effort. Her hands
began to caress his thighs and package. "No, little Kitty, please
don't.", hissed Big John. "I'm not little any more !!", she said and
moved to open the catch on his belt. Amazed, he threw back his drink,
gulping, he wanted to run from Robins' double, but his legs refused to
cooperate. His body was answering to a call long overdue. The now fully
hard length of his fuckmeat was painfully trapped in his pants. Kitty
worked furiously with his zipper, wanting the black python she now knew
resided there. His large hands gripped her shoulders and set her back.
"No, please Big John !! I want you so-o-o badly !!!" "Yes, sweet
Kitty. I want you too but if I don't get these pants off, my dicks gonna
choke." As he removed the troublesome pants, Kittys' eyes just about
popped from her head. At ten inches long and three inches thick and
black as night, this was the most awesome prick Kitty had ever laid eyes
on. She licked her lips in anticipation of the wonderful all-day- sucker
in front of her.
He'd watched her watching him undress and Robin was there but not
there. The pink tip of her tongue, running over her red lips nearly
brought the big man to his knees. She reached for the giant cock in
front of her and he stepped closer. Outside the storm built in intensity
but it didn't compare to the storm between these two. Fascinated, she
wanted to taste, no, needed to taste his huge meat. A tiny, pearly drop
of fluid appeared on the massive head of his prick. Her little pink
tongue shot out of her mouth and licked it off. As she rolled the
droplet on her tongue, she seemed to purr. Big Johns' knees went weak as
she licked around the tip and rim of his dick. "Oh honey, it's been so
long, so very long, yeah, that's nice, just like that. Move your tongue
around and around the head.", he sighed. She now gripped the thick shaft
with both hands. "It really does take two hands to handle a whopper.",
Kitty exclaimed. She opened her mouth and covered the huge head with her
tongue and lips. John groaned and wanted to push more of the giant rod
into her mouth but he didn't think she could accommodate him. He was
totally shocked when Kitty began mouthfucking his huge fuckmeat. She
moaned as her mouth moved steadily on the prick of her life-long friend,
and guardian of her virtue. It seemed ironic to her as she hungrily
sucked Big Johns' huge cock, that he was the one who ran off young men
that went too far when she was younger. Now here he was, enjoying a fine
mouthfuck from her.
"Kitty, Kitty. Stop, I can't hold back anymore. I've got to cum." Big
John tried to push her off his cock but she began to suck more
aggressively. Her one hand moved quickly up and down the shaft of his
cock while the other gently rubbed and fondled his balls. She let his
prick slip from her mouth for a brief moment and said, "I really want to
eat your cum !!! Please ! Let me eat it !!" She attacked his cock with
renewed vigor. "If that's what you want. OK Then eat it babe. OH Yeah,
eat it, suck it up. Ahhhh, you're drainin' my balls. Ugh, ugh, ugh,
ohhhh." As his cum filled her mouth, she swallowed as fast as she could,
but the load was huge and ran down her chin, slashing onto her heavy
breasts. But she wouldn't stop sucking and swallowing. Suddenly, he
gripped her hair and cried out, "I'm cumming again !!! Kit-ty. I've
never cum twice. Kit-ty, Yes, eat it babe, ohhh, eat it !!." The second
load of cum took them both by surprise, and Kitty made a valiant effort
to guzzle it all up but the cum streamed from around the massive cock
and covered her face, neck and breasts. She sucked the last few drops
from Big Johns' cock, then used his prick to wipe the escaped cum back
into her mouth. Kitty licked and sucked him clean. Still the huge meat
refused to soften. "Babe, I ain't got no more cum for now. Let it go !"
Kitty reluctantly released the marvelous black python of her delight.
Still panting, Big John sat down beside Kitty and looked at all the cum
that still lingered on her chin. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that
to happen.", he said. Kitty giggled and said, "I did. You've been my
fantasy lover ever since I saw you and my real Mom in the tool shed."
With that, she padded off to the bathroom off the family room. "My
Lord", he thought, "She's known all along and never said a word. WHY ??"
He rose from the couch and went to the wet-bar. Grabbing the first
three bottles, he poured, added some ice and soda then returned to the
couch still naked and completely absorbed in thought.