When Heather entered the Malibu beach house on the arm of the famous movie director, it was as if she were stepping into a dream. This was the scene that the beautiful redhead had imagined when she left her small-town home in the midwest for glamorous Southern California. She was smart enough to know that meeting a man as important as Manny King could easily lead to a role in one of his films. .
Manny was as renowned as any director in Hollywood, and now he had promised Heather to tape a preliminary screen test in his own home. He had assured her that he would give her introductions to casting directors, to whom she could show the video. Inevitably, it would lead to parts in movies or TV. Besides, Manny was a handsome, dashing gent, and she was so excited she was creaming at the crack.
In the large, wood-paneled living room, Heather spotted a television mini-cam on a heavy tripod, with several klieg lights on stands around it. The room also featured one of those huge, projection-screen television sets. The whole thing impressed the redhead from the midwest immensely.
The director quickly posed her on a bearskin rug that had been laid over the plush wall-to-wall carpeting that covered the floor of the large room. He moved around behind the TV camera and began to give the girl directions.
"This should be sexy," Manny said. "That's what sells a screen test to casting supervisors."
The only acting Heather had ever done was in a college play, but she found it easy to get into the mood. Manny King really turned her on. He was so handsome, so dominant, and she'd seen every one of his pictures. Soon she was posing sexily before the whirring camera.
"Lift the hem of your dress," Manny suggested. "Show me those beautiful legs."
The redhead did as she was told, giggling as she bared her finely turned legs. The director zoomed in.
"Seduce the camera," he urged. "That's it. Beautiful. Beautiful."
Her dress was above the welts of her nylons, and she could feel a cooling draft of air on the smooth white flesh of her thighs. She was glad she'd worn a sexy black garter belt, because she knew it was showing a bit now. What she didn't quite realize, as she obeyed every mesmerizing command of the skillful director, was that he could also see the crotch of her matching panties.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he was cooing.
Heather turned about in various poses, feeling all warm and tingly inside, and when he told her to remove her panties, she felt herself unable to resist. She lowered her undies, gave a sexy wiggle, then stepped out of them and tossed the lacy things aside.
The girl's dress was now hoisted above her waist, gathered about her softly rounded hips, and she was flashing her pussy for the mini-cam. Manny stopped taping long enough to step around beside the tripod-mounted camera for a better look. Heather gave him a sexy pout, then noticed the bulge in his slacks. She must have been doing a pretty good job of looking seductive, she thought, because her allure was registering on the director.
Seconds later, she had gone over to him and was curled up at his feet to stroke the growing bump at the crotch of his pants. Heather had already decided that she'd make this guy if she could. He was an important man in the business, and she liked him. In fact, she was head-over-heels in love with the man, though she'd only met him that evening.
Above her, Manny King just smiled, the grin putting little crinkle lines in his ruggedly handsome face.
Heather glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. She adored the man, so powerful in the world of major motion pictures, hailed as a cinematic artist, yet as good looking and dapper as any actor who worked in his pictures. She let her hand work its way up from his crotch to the buckle of his belt. Then she was undoing it. Manny made no objection, so she unzipped his fly and then lowered his pants just enough to let his stiff cock escape its prison. When it did, she gasped aloud.
"What a rod!" Heather said. "My gosh. It's so big and thick. Oh, I love it."
"I'm glad you dig it."
"Let me video-tape you," she said. "With your dick sticking out like this."
The director just laughed. Yet, he appreciated the girl's spunk. There was something different about her. He'd made it with many ambitious young starlets, and forgotten their names the next morning, but this one was beginning to grow on him.
"Why not?" he said on second thought. "Maybe you should be the director."
She rose, and he began to show her how to work the camera. Then he moved around in front of it, his hard prong thrust out above his slightly lowered pants. Heather giggled as she looked into the viewfinder and began to move the camera. She focused right on his dick, then used the zoom lens for a close-up.
She left the camera running, then came around in front and joined him on the bearskin rug. She knelt, glanced up at the mini-cam just once, then went to work on his dick. She stroked it, purring with pleasure as she did so. As the swollen head of his dick reddened and grew even bigger, Manny spoke.
"Suck it," he suggested.
"Oh, I don't do that," she said, and she was telling the truth.
"Well, there's got to be a first time for everything," he came back.
Heather could sense how much the man wanted her to do it, and she knew how anxious she was to please him. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and licked the velvety skin that covered it. It tasted salty, and a strange pleasure rippled through her body. She felt a conflicting sensation, an uncertainty rising within her, but she went on licking the cock-head.
"Good. Good," she heard the man moaning above her. "Now slip your lips over the head. C'mon. Suck on it a little."
"I--I don't know."
"C'mon," he urged. "You'll like it."
The man's voice was so deep, so commanding. Heather let her closed lips brush the blunt face of the big cock-head. Then, she went a bit further. She felt excited, and at a loss to disobey the persuasive urging of the wonderful man. She realized that she was utterly infatuated with him, and she wanted to please him more than anything else in the world. Soon her lips had pursed and slipped over the throbbing cock-head.
Then, the whole dick was deep in her throat.
As Manny slid it in and out, her cheeks puffed out with the thick load of hard flesh, she wondered if this was how any famous actresses got started. The video camera was still whirring, and it seemed to inspire her. She was the star now. That tape must be pretty sensational by now, she figured. Any director who saw it would be hot to meet her. As she sucked away, she really got into it, expressing herself, her love for this wonderful man and her powerful desire to be an actress.
She realized that she was enjoying what she was doing, and she tightened the oval her lips formed around the man's thick shaft, then increased the tempo of her sucking. Her head moved forward and back, forward and back, as she coddled the hot slab of cock meat in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmm," she heard Manny moan, and the sound thrilled her.
Heather sucked away, giving it everything she had. She didn't stop until the man insisted.
"Enough. Enough," he gasped. "I don't want to shoot off just yet."
At his urging, Heather finally slipped her lips off the stiff-standing boner, then rose to hug the director. Manny wrapped his arms about her soft body and kissed her, feeling his dick press against the flesh of her pubic mound. She reached down, took hold of his member and rubbed the head between the outer lips of her quivering cunt.
Then, parting her thighs and glancing up at the camera, she worked the thick slab of cock meat between the inner lips of her wet cunt. The indicator light on the camera showed her that the machine was running continuously. That didn't bother Heather a bit. As Manny thrust his loins forward, his cock drove into the channel of her pussy. The two of them stood there, and as the director fucked slowly into her, Heather felt warm pleasure filter through her body.
Gradually, his busy hand lowered the top of her satiny dress, till her marvelous breasts were fully in view. As his dick slipped out of her pussy, he lowered her to the bearskin rug, her dress bunched around her waist. She lay on her back smiling, her tits jiggling ever so slightly and her smooth-fleshed thighs parted to reveal the wet slit of her cunt, as the director discarded his pants.
Manny went to the camera and lowered its angle to reveal the girl lying there on her back, legs parted. Then he returned to the rug, where he set himself between her thighs and plunged his mouth into her pussy. He was soon licking up the hot spunk that flowed from her slit, then probing within with his busy tongue. He found the tiny button of her clit and began to massage it with his tongue-tip, till Heather squirmed her ass in pleasure and sighed with a wonderful climax.
When he pulled out his tongue he knew she was really ready for a fuck, her cunt loose and moist and softened. He positioned her on her feet, bent over and supporting herself on the camera tripod, and then he got in behind her to fuck her pussy from the rear. He worked his hard pecker between the wet lips of her twat, then thrust all the way.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned in pleasure.
As the girl groaned with intense delight, then grasped the heavy leg of the tripod, Manny thrust his peter up her pussy again and again. In time, she dropped to the carpet, supporting herself on her hands and knees, as he draped himself over her and went on fucking like mad.
When he pulled out he was exhausted and dropped to the carpet, then reclined onto his back. Heather had just worked up a sweat, and she was over him in a flash. She straddled his prone body, facing his feet, then stuffed his semi-hard cock right back up her pussy. She began to jug up and down, and her steady motion soon stimulated his prick back to full hardness. She went at it like crazy, increasing her speed, finally fucking up and down like a machine. Her tits were jiggling and her nipples were hard with wild passion, as she rode up and down on the stiff pole of his cock.
The idea of his dick in her pussy aroused her, and in her mind's eye she could see the pulsating pecker, long and stiff and glistening with moisture. She had to have it in her mouth again! She came off the cock and dropped to he knees, her dress still bunched around her middle, just as Manny regained his strength and rose to a kneeling position. Then she lowered herself on her side to the carpet, so that her face was on the level of his dick.
She started to put her lips over it, remembering what a sublime experience it had been the last time and how much the man had enjoyed it, but she hesitated. The old stricture against doing it rose up in her again. She didn't like that feeling, she wanted to be free and uninhibited, but she felt it, and the hesitation took something away from the spontaneity of the act. Instead of sucking the prick, she just contented herself to massage the head with the tips of her long, lovely fingers. She marveled at the shape and the fine blue veins she could see beneath the translucent skin.
"Give me another blowjob," the director suggested.
He had removed his shirt and was now totally naked. The girl was wildly excited, and she quickly overcame the second thought she'd had about putting his rod back into her mouth. Now she began to lick the mushroom-shaped glans, and as she did so she spread her thighs wide and fingered her open cunt. Then, frigging her pussy wildly, she slid the whang into her wide-open mouth. She began to suck on it real good.
Manny was moaning with pleasure, as he relaxed on his knees and looked down at the cock-sucking redhead.
Gradually, the director settled onto his back. He lay stark naked on the carpet, enjoying every second of the girl sucking him off. Heather let the hard slab of masculine cock flesh slip out of her mouth only to climb over him and then stuff the thing into her snatch.
She rode him up and down, straddling his loins and facing his upper body. As she rode him up and down, she began to raise her dress. She took it off over her head and tossed it aside, so that as she fucked up and down on his prick she wore only her black garter belt and stockings.
Heather marveled at this man, who was able to keep a hard-on for so long without shooting off in her cunt. She just kept riding up and down on his pecker, giving herself one wild orgasm after another. Still, the heavily breathing director didn't shoot off in her pussy, and when she was fully satisfied and pulled her wet cock off his dick with a plopping sound, his rod still stood straight up, just wavering slightly like a flagpole in a light breeze.
Manny relaxed there for awhile, then remembered the camera. With a grin on his face he rose and went to it, finding that the tape cassette had long since run out. He replaced it with a fresh cassette, and as the girl watched in wonder, he shifted the heady tripod over to a couch. Then he pointed the camera down and set it moving.
Heather got the idea without requiring directions, and she was soon sitting back comfortably on the mink-covered sofa that dominated the beautifully decorated room. She already had her legs widely parted when Manny sat himself on the couch and leaned way over her lap. Soon his tongue was busy again, as the mini-cam recorded his cunt-lapping efforts.
She was soon turned on all over again, and she slid out from under him. As he rolled over onto his back, stretching out along the length of the magnificent couch, Heather climbed over him. She straddled his body, snaking his hard dick up her cunt, then lay forward so that her soft breasts pressed against his broad chest. In that position, she raised her ass in the air and lowered it, lifting her pussy off his rod and ramming it down again. Soon she was vibrating her loins and fucking away on the happy movie director.
They fucked like that for a long time, till Manny shifted his position to give the camera a better angle on their activities. He gradually worked his way to a half-seated position on the soft mink fur that covered the couch. His legs extended off it, so that the girl was almost sitting on his lap as she fucked up and down. He had a view of her back, the flesh soft and white and smooth, as she jiggled up and down on his cock. He caressed the broad expanse of her back, supple and delicate to the touch, as she went on fucking. All of this was duly recorded by the video tape camera.
Manny continued to work his way around on the couch till his head was toward the camera. He was now lying flat on his back, and as Heather pulled her cunt off his cock she settled down between her spread legs. His dick was wavering before her eyes, the camera looking over Manny's head to record the scene.
Heather's lips found the head of his dick, and she began to suck him off again, this time performing the action without hesitation. She did have a flash of recollection; sucking a dick still didn't come quite as natural to her as getting laid. Yet, she plunged her lips over the man's cock-head with the greatest relish. She sucked up and down, and the director knew it wouldn't be long before he shot off.
That was a good thing, because there's just so much tape in a video cassette! This was becoming a marathon, and they both wanted the guy's climax to be on the tape.
Manny was calling out directions again, making sure that the camera had a good view of her face. He wanted to record her expression as she swallowed his jism.
Manny gave a signal. As she let his cock out of her mouth and kept on frigging it, she slid off the couch to a seated position. She looked straight up, and he rose to his knees on the edge of the couch. Heather giggled, and then the guy came. He shot his first burst right into her open mouth. She loved it! Her lips quickly closed over the cock-head, and then the guy was shooting off again and again, right down her welcoming throat.
Heather was looking straight into the camera now, her eyes blazing with passion, her throat gulping appreciatively. Manny kept shooting till he was petered out, and then he rested several long seconds. Finally, he called, "Cut!" and withdrew his peter from the girl's mouth. Going behind the camera, he finally shut the thing off.
"Well," he said to the girl, "you passed your screen test with flying colors."
"Yeah, I guess so," she replied.
Then the two of them laughed together. Manny showed the girl around his beach house. She was awed by the lavish decor, the fine paintings, the expensive furniture.
"I know a great art dealer right here in Malibu," Manny was saying as the girl stared at a moonlit seascape. "He gives me a discount in exchange for certain favors I do for him."
The girl gazed out the window that faced the ocean. The moon was gleaming off the ripples surface in just the same way as in the oil painting. Out the other direction, she could see a small pond.
"That's my swimmin' hole," the director said. "Had it built by the crew that constructs sets for my pictures. I wanted an old-fashioned swimming hole, instead of a pool like everyone else has."
"It's beautiful," the girl cooed. "The whole house. Everything."
"Why don't you stay?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't want to put you to any trouble," she came back.
"No trouble," he said, throwing a friendly arm around her. "I have lots of house guests here. There are four guest bedrooms. Tomorrow, a couple of friends of mine are coming in, Robby and his wife Cricket."
"Are they in pictures?" she asked.
"Robby is a famous hypnotist. He does a stage act, and he's been on TV. But he also cures people."
"Cures people?"
"Yeah," Manny said. "Of anything. He can hypnotize a mental problem right out of existence."
Heather laughed. She was thinking, maybe he can help me over my hang-up about sucking cocks. Then she gazed at Manny's face. He seemed like such a nice, friendly guy. She wished she could be a part of his circle of gay, show-business friends. So she said, "Yes," she would stay with him.
And that's how Heather began her residence at the Malibu Beach home of the famous movie director Manny King.
2-WALK ON THE BEACH
One of the luxuries of life along Malibu Beach is the morning walk on the sand. The day after the mud fight behind his beach house, Manny was strolling up the sandy shore. The day was balmy, and it seemed so still that the gulls couldn't find a wisp of moving air on which they could take flight.
Manny felt great. He was between pictures, and his life was going well. Heather, his new house guest, was in the city on her first tryout. He knew she wouldn't get the role. She had no experience, and she was on a classic "cattle call." At least a hundred pretty young actresses would be vying for the job.
Manny shrugged. It was nothing to him. If she became successful as a performer, she'd be independent. Now, she had to stay with him or she'd be on the streets. And he expected plenty more great sex from the curvaceous redhead.
The director continued strolling up the beach, clad only in swim trunks. He was now a few hundred yards beyond his house. He looked out to sea, clear and blue all the way to the horizon, then gazed up the stretch of soft sand. Suddenly, he spotted something. Manny kept walking. He couldn't believe his eyes.
When he got a bit closer, he stopped and stared. There was a spectacular blonde, reclining on a big beach towel. She was alone, engrossed in a paperback book, the sexiest babe he'd ever laid eyes on.
The wonderfully warming Southern California sunshine was on Manny's back as he approached the girl.
"Hi," he said for openers. "Perfect day for reading on the sand."
"Yes," she said. "I've seen you around here before. You're Mr. King, the movie producer."
"Director," he corrected, as he reached her. "The producer's my boss."
Lowering her sunglasses and looking over them, she smiled up at him.
"Why don't you join me?" she asked.
He did. Manny dropped to the sand, sitting Indian-fashion before her beach towel. "Do you live around here?" he asked.
"I do, " she said, "but I'm poor. I work over in the village and have a room in someone's beach house. I baby-sit the kids."
"Nice deal," he said. "Let's go into the surf. It looks inviting."
"Okay," she said, removing her specs and setting them down on the book.
When she rose, he got a good look at her body. She was tall and sensational, with huge round breasts and a nipped-in waist. She took his hand and the headed for the water. They splashed like kids in the breakers, and it wasn't long before hand-holding turned to hugging, and laughter was smothered by long, hard kisses. Eventually, the two of them returned to the sand, where they toweled dry. Then the went over to an outcropping of rock, where they sat together. They were soon necking again.
Manny had a hard-on in his swim trunks. Oh how he ached to fuck this glorious blonde.
Manny told her she was beautiful, and suggested she might become an actress. The girl, who had told him her name was Sue, just laughed. When she did that, she tossed a mane of hair so thick and golden that for a second it occurred to Manny that she might really become one. She said she wasn't interested in trying to become an actress. It was too much of a long shot. Manny persisted. Finally, he asked her if she would like to go to his beach house, where he could shoot a preliminary screen test on her, using his video mini-cam.
The girl liked the idea, and soon she and the director were on their way to his place. She had scooped up a short kimono of yellow silk, covered herself with that, then scooped up her towel and other stuff. It was only a brief walk, luckily for Manny, who had difficulty walking with the huge hard-on he had in his trunks.
Sue liked the glamorous beach house right away. She gazed out the rear window and saw the swim mi n' hole.
"That's cute," she said.
Manny was staring down her cleavage, admiring the smooth round forms of her breasts.
"Let's get started," he said, moving his camera into position on its tripod. "You can stand right here."
She followed directions, and had soon let the kimono slide off the creamy white slope of her smoothly rounded shoulders. Manny was ogling her through the viewfinder of his camera, enjoying the sight of her magnificent young body.
In time, he suggested she drop the top of her bikini, and she went right along with his suggestion. The next thing the girl knew she was posing semi-nude, her full tits bobbing high on her chest.
After Manny completed the tape of the girl posing in various positions, they sat together on the mink-covered sofa, watching it play back on his giant-sized projection television screen. Watching her on the screen was somehow even more of a turn-on than seeing her in the flesh. Maybe it was because Manny wasn't busy framing, focusing, giving directions. As he sat with her, his hands wandered to her big tits, still uncovered.
She made not objection. In fact, she was rapt, her attention homed in on her own image on the TV screen. Manny found her tits firm but pliant, the skin satiny smooth. The nipples were erect and taut.
He kissed her, then bent and brushed the tips of her nipples with his puckered lips. The girl finally let her attention wander from the flickering vision of her naked body on the screen. She was soon in his arms, returning his hot kisses.
When she rose, he moved to the edge of the fur-clad sofa and slid his hands around her ass. She giggled, trying to pull away, but he was insistent. She relented. Then he fingered the bottom of her bikini. He pulled it aside at the crotch and bared a good bit of her plump, blonde fuzzed pussy mound.
The girl sighed, murmured a few weak words of refusal, but his fingers were mesmerizing, and the next thing she knew his lips were on the flesh of her cunt. He pulled the material all the way aside, saw the clefted pussy and kissed it. Sue made no move to prevent him, and his tongue soon penetrated the slit of her pussy.
As he lapped passionately at her pussy, he drew her bikini bottom down over the smooth curves of her hips, then off as she raised first one foot and then the other. His tongue tip had found her clit, and she was moaning with a fiery passion.
She spread her feet wide apart, giving him full access between her thighs and opening the slit of her pussy. Now flesh of her inner lips, and the scent of her desire as he approached her pussy thrilled him. He thrust his tongue into her cunt with increased fervor, and as he lapped up and down he heard the girl scream with a wild orgasm. She was now writhing her hips, thrusting her loins closer to his face.
He was perched on the edge of the couch, leaning forward, lapping the spent juices that had spewn from the hot depths of her box to the carpet at his feet. Her face was flushed with the pleasure of her recent climax, and her eyes were aglow with fresh desire. The girl's hands moved swiftly, surely, as she put her thumbs on his waistband, Manny did not protest, as his cock sprang into view, long and hard and trembling with anticipation.
She had his swim suit to his knees when she bent and kissed the swollen tip of his dick. He moaned, as she slid her soft lips over the velvety head of the cock and rested it in the moist warmth of her mouth. He breathed heavily, began panting, and the chick slid her lips further and further down the stalk of his prick. Finally, she held his whole cock inside her mouth, and she began to ride her face up and down, deflating him in a long, smooth stroke.
Manny came forward in the sofa, as the talented girl went on sucking his dick. Her tongue was busy, ticking the underside of his prick as she sucked, giving incredible pleasure to the head of his rod each time it approached her lips on the out-stroke. Manny worked his way to his feet, and the girl was on her knees, perked up, her head held high enough to face his crotch. His dick was in her mouth the whole time, and she never stopped moving her head to and fro, giving him constant delight.
At last she drew her lovely mouth off the head of his wavering prick. She remained on her knees, staring hypnotically at the shapely cock-head, wet and gleaming with her own spittle. Then she rose, and she smiled at him, her face still pink with excitement. He kissed her, and the lively blonde reached down to fondle his hard dick. She hung onto it for a time, and then followed him back to the couch as he slumped onto it.
She held his rod as she swung a leg over his lap, then settled over him. As he sat there, holding her by her slim waist, she stuffed his rod between the passion-thickened lips of her quim, then worked the whole length of his prick up the tight sheath of her cunt.
Behind her, he moaned, as the girl rode up and down on his dick, till he guided her by the waist over onto the couch on her knees. His cock was up her pussy the whole time, as he got in behind her on his knees and began to do the thrusting himself. She was on hands and knees now, groaning with wild pleasure as he doggie-fucked her on the mink-covered couch.
Again and again he banged into her pussy from the rear, till she slumped onto her chest on the couch, then went partly over the edge with the power of his maniacal fucking. He rammed his peter in and out of the tight sheath of her pussy, again and again and again, till finally the girl managed to support herself on the bearskin rug with her hands and arms, and still the director fucked away at her pussy from behind.
Manny pulled out when he was sure that a few more seconds of fucking would bring him off. He helped the girl back onto the luxurious sofa, as she turned to lie comfortably on her side. He slid in behind her, felt the smooth curves of her ass with moist palms, then snaked his cock between her thighs from the rear to bury it in her cunt once more. In that sublime position, as they both lay in repose on their sides on the couch, he slowly stroked the insides of her pussy with his lust-thickened cock.
When his cock slid out of her wet pussy he turned her onto her back. Then, as she drew her knees up to her chest to raise her loins and bare her pussy for his entry, he got over her on his knees and poked the hard head of his pecker between the swollen lips of her twat. Then he used all his leverage and all the strength in his body to drive his cock deeply into her hot cunt.
She lay back sighing, eyes closed, caught up in a dream of rapture. Manny slowed his stroke, fucking evenly, surely, snaking his dick in and out of her wet pussy with supreme enjoyment. He gazed down at her face, contorted with pleasure, and his own delight was enhanced. As he fucked he saw that she was deep into a protracted orgasm, her lips trembling, her head moving slowly back and froth on the couch. When she was through, she relaxed her whole body, letting her legs extend, and the happy guy withdrew his still-hard prick.
After lying with her eyes closed for some time, the girl rose and demurely replaced the top of her bikini. Manny liked the way she looked, her fine breasts bulging out of the top, the rest of her body naked and smooth. He sat himself on the rug to gaze up at her, and she smiled at his obvious admiration.
She mischievously pushed him over onto back and straddled him, giggling girlishly. After a time she reached under her pussy and played with the head of his dick now half-soft and lying against his thigh. She worked it back to firmness, then stuffed it up her cunt and began to ride up and down.
She fucked him like that for some time, finally bending her torso over him, covering his chest with her bikini-clad boobs. Then she raised and lowered her ass in the air to slide his cock in and out of her tight pussy, till she was on the verge of another orgasm.
They rolled over onto the bearskin, and after Manny slipped his cock out of her cunt, he lay behind her and stroked her back. Sue lay on her side, sighing with anticipation, and the famous movie director began sticking his hard dick in between the soft pillars of her thighs. He wedged his swollen cock-head into the soft-lipped entrance to her pussy, then worked the hard shaft all the way up the slick sheath.
He lay there, stroking her slowly and steadily from the rear, till he felt her whole body shake with one orgasm after another. When she was finally still, he withdrew his wet prick.
She lay there on the luxuriant rug as he rose and gazed at her fine body. He wasn't through, not by any means. When the girl looked up at him, it was with a curious, wide-eyed expression. Her amazement at this man's sexual performance was written across her face. Gradually, however, her look turned to a welcoming smile.
Manny had her propped up on some cushions from the sofa, as she lay there on the bearskin. She was reclining in mink and bear fur. Then she parted her thighs for him. He went between her legs and plunged his finger right into her pussy. Then he finger-fucked her with all his strength. She was raising her loins to meet his every thrust. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs way up and far apart, enabling the man to get his broad shoulders comfortably between her thighs. As he banged into her wet pussy, he licked the pink cuntal lips all around. He was lapping up the copious fluid that spewed from her hole.
When he briefly pulled his finger out of her pussy, having had his fill of cunt juice, the girl rolled onto her stomach and then roe to her knees to wiggle her ass at him. Her thighs were parted, and he got in behind her to thrust his finger up her pussy from the rear. Then he finger-fucked her madly, again and again, till a trickle of pussy fluid ran down her thigh.
He pulled out the finger, then rolled her onto her back. He got over her, end-to-end, and buried his face in her wet snatch. She drew up her legs and locked them under his arms, then raised her head enough to get the hard head of his dick between her lips. Soon she was sucking his peter, while he shoved it in and out of her mouth, at the same time that he was bathing the insides of her pussy with his tongue.
He lapped her pussy dry, then gradually rose to his knees. His cock was still in the girl's mouth, as she lay there on her back guzzling happily away. He felt his balls tingle, and he knew he was about to shoot off. He was going to blow his wad, right into her mouth.
Manny was reeling, his mind awhirl with intense pleasure, as he held off his come as long as he could. His pecker was lodged between her lips, as she increased the piston-like sucking motion of her whole head. Suddenly, Manny shot off, the first burst of his sticky come hitting the roof of her mouth.
He shot off again and again, as the girl gulped it all down. Come filled her mouth and throat, and her eyes told a tale of lewd pleasure. She was obviously ecstatic, loving every drop of the stuff she gulped down. She savored it, thrilled to it. She loved the taste of Manny's come.
At last, the director grabbed the chick and the two of them tumbled on the bearskin rug. Then, they lay there in a sweaty repose. Manny was mighty glad he'd gone for his morning walk on the beach. He had met one terrific chick. Still, he had guests in the house, and then there was Heather to think about.
He got the girl on her feet, then suggested that she be on her way. Fortunately, she agreed, saying that she had to get to work in the village. It wasn't long before she was back into her bikini and on her way. Just in time too. Robby and Cricket were stirring, and Manny calculated that it wouldn't be much longer before Heather came back from her audition. Manny wanted everything to be in good shape for that evening. An orgy was planned at the beach house.
3-MALIBU SEX PARTY
The evening was off to a roaring success. Heather had returned from her audition, excited about the possibility of getting the role. She was stunning in an off-the-shoulder evening dress. Several guests invited by Manny were making gay conversations, and his friend Robby was the star of the evening.
As Robby's girlfriend Cricket looked on approvingly, the black-bearded hypnotist performed for the guests. He used a medallion, gently swinging it back and forth, to hypnotize the lady guests, and he had them doing and saying outrageous things.
Some of the girls disrobed, others confessed their secret desires to perform one sex act or another. The guests were downing Manny's famous martinis and generally having a terrific time. Several couples had begun making out right there in the living room, curling up together on the bearskin rug or making it in a dim-lit corner.
Heather was getting turned on by it all. She noticed how Robby could eliminate a girl's inhibitions, and she was beginning to wonder if he could dispel the last of her objections to sucking cock. She'd done it for Manny Saturday night, but the recollection of that had still left a bad taste in her mouth.
When Robby was through with his act, she approached him. He glanced down at her quickly, clearly approving of the way she looked in the clinging pink dress she had on for the party.
Robby was quite a clever judge of women, and he guessed by the curl of the girl's lips and he wide, hopeful eyes that she had a make-out session with him in the back of her mind.
"Did you like my routine?" he asked with a smile.
"It was wonderful," she said. "I couldn't believe how you got those girls' inhibitions to just melt away."
"And their clothes," he added.
Heather laughed. Then she confessed that she had a sexual hang-up, and asked him if he could cure it through hypnosis. The handsome Robby, whose neatly trimmed black beard gave him the look of a magician, was affecting a flamboyant opera cape that evening, invited her to accompany him to his room. Heather quickly agreed to go with him.
In the beautifully decorated guest bedroom, the bare-shouldered girl with the long red hair sat in an easy chair and broached the subject of her problem.
"I always liked the idea of sucking a guy's peter," she said. "I did it last-I mean, I did it awhile back. But it's as if a cloud of doubt hangs over me about it."
"Common complaint," Robby said.
"Can you cure it?" she asked.
"Nothing to it," he said. "Would you like to suck my dick?"
"Yeah," she admitted.
Then, the master mesmerist produced his gold medallion, hanging on its chain. He began to dangle it before her eyes.
"You are growing tired," he murmured, in his deeply resonant voice. "T-i-i-ired. Your eyelids grow heavy. You are totally relaxed. You are falling under my power."
Heather wasn't sure she was in a trance, but she went along with it. The renowned hypnotist unzipped his fly. Heather licked her lips as she watched what he brought out through it.
A huge whang! The guy's prick was massive, already half-hard just from looking at the busty redhead in her low-cut dress. To test his subject, he ordered Heather to raise that dress.
She did so without hesitation, baring her splendid body. She wore no panties for the occasion, just a lacy garter belt to hold up her nylons and a single lace-trimmed garter she had put around one thigh for the sexy effect.
Robby's cock was now fully hard, and he placed the mushroom-shaped head before the half-parted lips of the gorgeous young girl.
"You want to suck my dick," he murmured hypnotically. "You crave the taste of my flesh. Slide your lovely lips over the tip of my dick to savor it. You are in my power! There are no longer any inhibitions to prevent you from doing as you desire."
Slowly, the girl began to lean forward in the easy chair, till her puckered lips made contact with the head of his prick. Robby looked down confidently, saw her mouth open and the knob at the end of his huge pecker disappear into the cavern of her mouth. The famous mesmerist also did a disappearing act.
Heather paused for just a second, but then she began to thrust her head forwards and back, taking in the whole of the hypnotist's cock, then letting it slide out of her mouth, wet and glistening with her spittle. In and out the cock slid, as Robby felt his balls tighten with growing passion. Soon she was vigorously sucking hell out of his hard cock.
Robby did not want to come off right then and end his pleasure. He carefully slid his hard prick out of her mouth, then spoke in his mesmerizingly deep voice.
"Remove your dress, darling," he purred. "Let me see your beautiful body."
Heather undid her pink dress and set it to one side. The hypnotist gazed at her naked body. Her breasts were high and firm, yet full and perfectly round. The man smiled with approval when he saw how shapely the tits were. When Heather turned and went to a chair. As she did so, the man observed the perfect, pear-shaped halves of her wonderful ass. A feeling of warmth spread through Robby; the girl's body was lithe and smooth and perfectly formed, the flesh soft enough to jiggle front and back whenever she moved.
His cock grew even longer, harder, thicker, as he approached Robby, now seated in the chair. He stood close to her, and she leaned to kiss the bobbing head of his dick. Then she slipped it between her pursed lips, and soon was once again sucking his boner. As she did so, she parted her thighs to reveal the pink gash of her snatch. Unconsciously, she began to tug the inner lips of her cunt, then tickle the tiny bud of her clit as she went on sucking the hypnotist's rod.
He sensed his come building, knew that if he were to avoid a premature series of blasts he'd better pull his rod out of her mouth fast. He managed to get it away from the voracious girl, who was manifesting none of her famous aversion to cock-sucking. Then he guided her out of the chair.
His rod stuck out his fly, and he easily guided the girl onto his lap, facing him. She settled right down on his hard prong, and then she began to ride up and down.
Robby sat back in ecstasy, as the girl stroked his cock with the soft, wet insides of her pussy. She worked her way around on his lap till she was facing away from him, still fucking up and down. Robby was on the verge of a climax when he commanded her to stop and dismount.
She did, rising from his lap.
Robby hurriedly disrobed. He did not wish to rumple his black suit; it was one of his stage outfits. He removed his necktie, vest and shirt. Now, the magnificent mesmerist was magnificently and bare-assed naked.
Heather had sat back on the chair, ass near the edge, legs raised and parted, and the hypnotist stepped up close to her and worked the head of his cock between the thick wet lips of her pussy. Then he began to press in slowly.
Sinking to his knees to get a better angle on the girl as he perched on the low chair, he thrust his rod all the way into her pussy, then poised in that position. He began to pull out, then rammed his rod home even more quickly. In and out he began pumping, till the girl was moaning softly with one hot climax after another. When she slumped back in the chair, Robby pulled his wet prick out of her pussy and rose.
He eased into the chair, guiding the girl onto his lap once more, and then slipped his cock up her pussy to fuck her in that position. She was straddling his lap, facing him, increasing his pleasure by riding up and down on his pole. He narrowed his eyes to slits, the dark pupils appearing like glowing coals. He controlled her with his mental powers, making her slide up and down on his cock in a steady rhythm.
He liked the way she was moving, but he wanted to thrust his cock into he with all his power, and to do that he couldn't be comfortably seated. He began to rise, and she got to her feet in unison, her gaze locked with his. Then, as they both stood, coupled together, she swung a leg over his cock as it rested in her pussy and twisted he ass around till he was fucking her up the cunt from the rear. Then, as she giggled over the peculiar position they were in, he shifted her around to face the chair, then bend over it and climb on.
Heather was now on her knees in the chair, and the famed mesmerist was standing in behind her. She gripped the chair tightly as he began to thrust with powerful strokes, and then he was fucking her with the strength of a horse mating with a mare. He fucked harder and harder, till the girl groaned with pleasure, and only when she started to collapse into the chair did he pull out. As he did so, the girl's limp body slid out of the chair and onto the carpet.
Robby sat down in the chair, and he beckoned the girl to approach him. This time, she needed no mesmerism, and in seconds she had his cock in her mouth. She was enthusiastic in her fucking, going at the head of his cock with her talented tongue, providing friction on the underside of the head with he lower lip, and puffing little bursts of air down the tiny hole. The result nearly drove Robby crazy, and he felt his scrotum tighten ominously. He knew he was about to spend his load, and this would be the ultimate test for the girl who had come to him unable to fulfill her wish to suck cock without inhibition.
He took in a deep breath as the girl sucked him even more vigorously, and then he shot off. Burst after burst went into the girl's grateful mouth, hitting the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. He filled her mouth with hot sticky come, which she gulped down. Without flinching or showing any sign of distress, the girl swallowed every drop of his hot jism. Success!
When she was finally through and slid her lips of his rod, Heather couldn't believe it. She had sucked Manny off, but this was different. There hadn't been a trace of doubt or guilt. She'd enjoyed every second, and every drop.
When his cock was fully limp, the girl got to her feet. The hypnotist rose and accompanied her to the bed. Exhausted from his come, Robby was soon on his back on the bed. But the girl, anxious for more, climbed over him.
She straddled his prone body. His half-hard cock was in her hands, as she faced the bearded mesmerist. She played with his dick, massaged his balls, till he had a fairly strong hard-on once again. Then he shoved it up her cunt. As Robby lay back on the bed in sheer pleasure, Heather fucked her up and down on his rod.
They did that for awhile, till Robby had recovered his strength, and then he shooed her off. She laughed and dropped to her back on the bed, as the hypnotist climbed over her. His dick was rock-solid again, as she parted her thighs and he got between them on his knees.
He inserted the hard prong of his cock between the lips of her pussy, and then he shoved in. He humped her in that position, till she bent her knees and raised her legs up high, then held them there with her hands to thrust out her loins and bury his dick deeper into her pussy with each of his powerful stabs. Gradually, he leaned his torso over the girl's chest, till he lay over her, suspended on knees and elbows, fucking powerfully into her.
And then he came again. He pulled out a bit and rubbed the underside of his cock-head on the inner lips of her pussy to maintain the marvelous sensation, as fresh spurts of his sticky cream went into the slit. He plunged in deeply, fucking again and again. The girl was amazed. How could this man's balls hold any more come? He had filled her mouth, and now he was filling her cunt.
Heather was to be even more amazed. As the party went noisily on in the adjacent rooms of the beach house, Robby got back into the saddle with her. He took a long time to recover, but soon he had the redhead on her knees. He plugged into her pussy from the rear and began doggie-fucking her good. He went at it like that for a great while, till he pulled out and dropped exhausted to the bed. This time he hadn't shot off.
They rested together on the bed, and it was then that Robby made a surprising confession to Heather.
"There's one thing I always wanted to do to a woman," he said, "but I had never been able to overcome a silly aversion to it. Just like you, with your inability to suck dick."
"What is it?" she asked, rising to one elbow. A smile of anticipation had spread across her face.
"I've never been able to eat pussy."
That was all it took to propel the girl into action. She got off the bed and padded naked over to where Robby had dropped his gold medallion. She retrieved it and returned to him. He had risen a bit on the bed, and was staring at her with a quizzical look on his face.
Then, using what she had learned from him, Heather proceeded to hypnotize the hypnotist.
She let the medallion swing back and forth before his eyes. She murmured words in a deep tone of voice, and the next thing she saw him go totally limp.
"Now you're under my power," she said.
Heather made good use of her position over the black-bearded man. She lay on her back on the bed and commanded him to get between her thighs. He did, and then she held open the lips of her quim for his wet tongue. Yes, Robby is truly mesmerized, she thought. He was soon lapping furiously at her hot cunt.
He licked up and down the pink, petal-like inner pussy lips, then tickled the tiny bud of her clit with the tip of his tongue. The girl was propelled to a dizzying height of ecstasy, and then she was climaxing with a passion she had never known.
Finally, the two of them lay still in each other's arms, cozy on the large bed. Heather gazed at his face. For some reason, there was a look of mischief to Robby's expression. The more the girl lay with him, the more she began to suspect where he was really coming from.
"Hangup, my foot," she said after awhile, and he just
Robby had been in many a bed with many a chick. They had often come to him with some kind of sexual hang-up. He had always made use of his wonderful medallion. And of their wonderful bodies too. Then he had confessed his woeful inability to eat pussy, and the girls had usually responded as Heather had, with the cure.
At last, as they lay there, Robby had to break out laughing. After a time, Heather joined him. Nobody hypnotized the hypnotist. No one had to. Robby had long been one of the world's great cunt-lappers.
4--MISTY FOR DESSERT
Misty was the cutest girl in Malibu, but she'd never before had the courage to wangle an introduction to the handsome movie director who lived just two houses up the beach. The cute little blonde lived with her wealthy folks, and she'd just turned eighteen. She figured that now she was old enough to get in with the swinging circle that, according to local rumor, surrounded Manny King.
The fastest way to a man's cock is through his stomach, Misty decided. So, early one morning (the day after Heather made it with the hypnotist, and a day on which Misty's parents were in the city), the blonde was busy in the kitchen. She planned to bake a cake, then take half of it over to the director, telling him that she'd baked too big a cake and would he like some for his swinging guests.
Unfortunately, Misty wasn't too clever in the kitchen, and before she got through baking the cake, she'd run out of sugar. That gave her a bright idea. She took her measuring cup and headed two houses up the beach, determined to borrow the sugar from the target of her amorous intentions, Manny King.
That's how she came to be knocking on the door of his beach house, measuring cup in hand. Manny opened the door himself (everyone else was sleeping it off), and when he saw the lovely young thing a smile spread over his face. He not only let her come in and fill her cup with sugar, he agreed to accompany her back to her folks' house to help her finish baking her cake.
"Oh goodie," she bubbled. "And for being so nice you can have half of it."
There they were in the kitchen, the two of them all thumbs and trying to bake a cake. The girl mixed the ingredients, a spot of flour quickly winding up on the tip of her cute little nose. Manny was no fool. He cozied right in behind her, reaching around from both sides to "help" with the work.
"Here," he was saying. "I think it goes like this."
Soon he was running his hands over the smooth curves of her body. After flipping that smudge of flour off her button nose, he lowered the straps of the halter top she wore and bared one of her perfectly shaped little boobies.
Misty was now trying to concentrate on the cake recipe, but Manny was more interested in her perky tit. He had a hard-on in his tight pants, and already was crazy about the lovely teenage girl with the silken blonde hair. She was giggling at his antics, but when she turned back with the idea of telling him to stop, their lips met. His hot mouth covered hers, and she felt her knees weaken. Then, his tongue began exploring inside her mouth, and she gave herself up to his powerful French kiss.
The mixing bowl full of ingredients was left on the counter. As for the blonde, she felt the hard lump in Manny's pants and went wild. She was soon kneeling at his feet. She wanted to inspect that bulge up close.
Her heart was pounding as Misty gazed at the outline of her dream guy's rod. With trembling fingers, she undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly and lowered his slacks just enough to let the thick organ spring free. She gaped at it, amazed at its size, its fine shape and the velvety smooth skin that covered the helmet-shaped cock-head.
"Wow," she gasped. "What schlong!"
"Schlong?! "
"Yeah," the teenager giggled. "That's what my dad calls it. I once heard him say, I saw Manny King in the locker room, and that guy's got the biggest schlong I ever laid eyes on.'"
"So who am I to contradict your father?" Manny asked.
The girl's lips were already over the thick cock-head, and she heard Manny moan with pleasure as she sucked away. As she lowered his pants a bit more, her hands caressed the hard cheeks of his ass. She inched her lips along the stalk of his lengthy organ. She had it almost all the way into her mouth, the blunt tip smack against the back of her throat.
Misty poised with the whole cock inside her like that for a few seconds, thrilling to the sensations, and then she withdrew her lips to the thick ridge that crowned the head. His dick was wet and glistening, throbbing with passion, and in a few more seconds the girl really did a number on it. Her head was thrusting forwards and back, and Manny's hard bone was disappearing and reappearing between her pursed lips. He did a disappearing act too.
She only ceased her efforts on his quivering prick when she knew they were both ready for a fuck.
As she let his cock slip out of her mouth and rose to a standing position, Manny undid the fastening of her shorts and quickly removed them. She wore no underpanties. As she tossed her shorts onto one of the high stools near the kitchen counter, baring her tiny clefted pussy, Manny dropped his pants and threw them aside too.
He strode up to her with his hard prick sticking straight out, taking her in his arms and kissing her. Then he turned her about and leaned her against the kitchen counter. She willingly parted her legs as she bent, and the passionate stud got in behind her to thrust his dick between her thighs. The swollen head of his cock nudged between the wet lips of her cunt, and then his whole rod snaked up the sheath of her pussy from the rear.
Now it was Misty's turn to moan with joy, as the strong director fucked into her again and again. He was ramming his hard cock in and out of the tight channel of her cunt, smoothly, evenly, thrilling to ever stroke and to ever sound of her obvious pleasure.
In time he pulled out and turned the girl to face him. Then, as she bent her knees and raised her legs with a blushing face and a burst of loud giggling, he pressed her ass against the counter and lifted he to the right level for a fuck from the front. The mushroom-shaped gland at the tip of his long rod found the wet slit of her pussy, and soon he had plunged it all the way in.
Then Manny fucked her again and again, long and deep and with tremendous pleasure. She was coming now, her face pink with passion, her gasps of excitement hoarse and loud. He pistoned her pussy harder and harder, holding her against the edge of the high counter. Finally, as the girl relaxed in his grip, he let her down to the floor and pulled his wet rod out of her pussy.
That was when they remembered the cake they were trying to bake. She turned to him and laughed, and they quickly poured the batter from the bowl into a greased pan. Then they went to the oven that was built into one wall and opened it. The girl had already pre-heated it, and all they had to do was pop in the pan and take note of the time.
That accomplished, Manny decided they ought to pursue more important matters. He hugged her tightly, then kissed her again, and the next thing she knew her naked butt was pressed against the warm door of the oven. He lowered her halter enough to bare both perfect breasts, and she spread her legs invitingly.
She expected his thick cock to plunge between her pussy lips once more, but Manny had other ideas. He dug fur pie even more than his pal Robby did, and he preferred it to chocolate cake. With the scent of the baking cake mingling in his nostrils with the fragrance from the young babe's pussy, he dropped to his knees and thrust his tongue into her dripping slit.
Misty let out a deep sigh as she felt the scintillating contact between his busy tongue and the sensitive inner lips of her quim. He lapped her cunt faster and faster, and the girl was writhing her loins to make his tongue action even more exciting.
The door to the oven was getting a little hot on her bare tail, and she managed to twist about and get away from the wall. As she threw a leg over the shoulder of the kneeling man, so that she was turned back towards him, he ducked under and maintained contact between her slit and his tongue. Then he increased the pace of his cunt-lapping from the rear, till her hot spunk ran in rivulets out of her pussy and into his open mouth.
She was now leaning against the built-in oven, steadying herself with her hands as her body was wracked with one rippling orgasm after another. When her body finally relaxed, Manny rose and led her over to one of the high stools. He sat on it, naked beneath his beach shirt. His rod stood out, beckoning for relief.
The girl lowered her top, revealing all over her quivering tits, then knelt to take hold of the bobbing tip of his rod. She slid it into her mouth and began to suction, and soon Manny was moaning and groaning with pleasure. When Manny slipped his hard cock out of her mouth again, the thick shaft, glistening with her spittle, rose nearly straight up from his lap as he sat there on the stool.
The sight of it brought a smile to her face, and soon she had straddled his lap with his entire cock stuffed up the tight sheath of her pussy. Up and down she rode on it, facing away from him so that his hands could reach around and fondle the perky young nipples that stuck out excitedly from her bobbing breasts. His thick shaft filled her tight little snatch, and they were both in heaven from the sensational friction of her movements.
When Misty finally bounced off his lap, unplugging his rod from her pussy as she did so, she led the man into her living room. It was almost as beautifully decorated as Manny's. The only thing it lacked was mink-covered furnishings. What it did have was a loveseat, and that's the article of furniture the girl led Manny to.
The man stripped off his shirt to reveal his manly physique. Naked, he settled back into one of the cushions. Misty, clad only in her halter top, which she'd manipulated back into place to hold he charming young breasts, joined him. Manny made a grab for the halter, pulling it down around the girl's waist. Misty laughed, then folded her body over his lap and found the swollen head of his dick with her puckered lips.
She gave him a wild blowjob, as he leaned back in the loveseat and closed his eyes in revery. Her lips were gliding up and down the length of his rod, and his balls tightened in his scrotum with anticipation. After the girl had done that for some time, she decided that he ought to be giving her similar pleasure.
When she left the couch to retrieve a large cushion and set it on the floor, Manny bounded off the loveseat. That huge cushion would nicely serve the same purpose served by the bearskin rug in his place. Misty was on her back, resting her head on the cushion and holding up her legs by the ankles. That bared her wet pussy, and Manny quickly got the idea. He took hold of a red cushion and set it on the floor, then reclined on is stomach between her thighs to bury his face in her cunt.
She was twisting and writhing on the floor, bucking her hips and raising her loins to meet the wild thrustings of his tongue. He licked up and down the pink inner lips of her cunt, then tickled the tiny bud of her clit with the tip of his tongue. He had her squirming with wild pleasure on the floor, screaming with the fantastic orgasmic spasms that ripped through her lithe young body.
Her cunt was clearly ready for a fuck, warm and moist and lubricated with her own moisture. He lifted her up and carried her to the loveseat, then sat her on his lap facing her as he settled back into the comfortable cushion. His rod snaked up the hot tunnel of her pussy, and she was soon jugging up and down.
He was alive with pleasure, as the girl took over the fucking motions, then turned gradually about on his lap. She pivoted on his rod as it stuck up into her pussy. Finally, she was facing the opposite direction, giving her the unique stimulation on her clit she could only get when she was facing away from him. Clearly, this was a young woman who'd already had some experience in the sex field.
In that position, she set her feet on the loveseat for leverage and began to piston up and down frantically. The sensation on Manny's rod was like nothing he had ever known, and had she not finally come to rest on his lap he would have shot off in her pussy right then and there.
They tumbled over onto their sides on the loveseat, and Manny tucked himself in behind the wiggling girl. She giggled as he caressed her tits and kissed her on the back of the neck, then reached down to guide his stiff cock between her thighs from behind. He nestled the thick head of his prick between the swollen lips of her pussy, then thrust up into her cunt from the rear. They lap comfortably on their sides like that for some time, as the director slid his cock in and out of her pussy. As they lay together on the loveseat, the scent of the baking cake wafted in from the kitchen.
Gradually, the girl twisted about till she was lying on her stomach, Manny still behind her with his cock buried in her snatch. He rose slightly, enough for her to get to her hands and knees, and then he as over her, fucking her horsy-style. He began to increase the pace of his thrusting, and then he was like a wild stallion, bucking behind her, fucking her with colossal strokes of his hard cock.
She began to feel another climax coming on, and soon she had thrown her head back as he rammed his hard pecker up her pussy again and again. When she had finally come for the last time, she knew that she would have no more orgasms that day, and she collapsed back onto her stomach. Manny came to a gradual halt with his mad stroking, then eased his long, wet prick out of her cunt.
It was awhile before the girl was ready for anything more strenuous than just lying there, but in time she rose and stripped off her halter top, by then more a sash around her waist than a holder for her titties. Manny had given some wild orgasms, and now she was going to repeat the favor.
He was sitting up on the loveseat, and the girl was reaching for his dick. She fondled it. His rod was almost fully hard, and as she played with it, it sprang to its greatest size. She kept on feeling his rod, as he bent to kiss her jiggling breasts. Then she bent over him and went down on his stiff cock in one swift movement.
This time she sucked him off for real, not stopping when she felt his balls tighten and his throbbing rod reach a climax. As she felt the first burst of his semen in the back of her mouth, she gulped it down and slid off the loveseat to the floor. Seated below him, between his knees, she arched her back and continued the wild sucking movements of her lips.
Manny shot off repeatedly, and as he thrust his rod in and out of her mouth, he shot the last of his jism. She gulped all of it right down. Then they lay together on the loveseat, wrapped in each others' arms, till they knew it was time to take the cake from the oven.
They had spent hours together on the loveseat, and now it was time for dessert. The cake came out of the oven perfect.
"Let's have some of this for dessert?" Manny suggested. "Oh, I've already had dessert," the teenager said, affecting an air of sophistication. "Your dick."
5--A FINE PAIR
Misty decided to go out for a swim. It was a balmy day, but the young blonde was more interested in lounging about the luxurious beach house than exerting herself, so after the brunette went to her room and donned a swimsuit, she headed outside on her own.
Misty was feeling good, the fucking she'd gotten from Manny and her affair with Cricket still on her mind. She relaxed on the fur-clad sofa, thinking about it. She began to daydream, imagining the way Manny's thick cock had filled her pussy, and the way Cricket's finger had massaged her clit. Then the eighteen-year-old began to feel randy all over again.
Her hot little cunt itched.
She wanted another cock, or a talented finger.
She began to rub her own finger in the crevice between her thighs. She was enjoying the mild stimulation. Lying back on the couch with her thighs spread, she caressed her pussy lips with her finger. Then, as her eyelids dropped shut with growing pleasure and her cunt began to moisten, she plunged her finger all the way up her tight snatch.
She was frigging herself merrily, finger-fucking herself for all she was worth. It wasn't quite as good as when the brunette was doing it, much less as exciting as when the movie director's cock was plunging in and out, but it was the best thing available. Misty lay back with her eyes shut, imagining all manner of erotic images as she whip-sawed her rigid finger in and out of her pussy.
Suddenly, she heard a voice. It was a real voice, not a part of her erotic fantasies.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Misty looked up. It was Manny. He was standing over her with his hands on his hips.
"Oh, I'm just masturbating," she said nonchalantly, and she didn't even bother to remove her finger from her cunt.
"For cryin! out loud," Manny complained. "I bring you over to my house and look what you're doing. I come into my own living room and find you naked on my couch, playing with your pussy. C'mon now, cut it out." The girl shrugged and offered a lame smile, as she pulled her finger out of her wet snatch.
"I'm awful horny," she said, sitting up. She rubbed her breasts with the palms of both hands. "I was just getting myself off a little. Cricket went out for a swim." She wasn't sure if Manny was really angry or just feigning anger.
One thing was clear. Angry or not, the director was turned on by what he was seeing. He had a hard-on in his pants, and the bulge was noticeable. He sat beside her on the couch, his apparent anger seeming to subside.
"Not enough people around here who want that cute little ass of yours?" he asked. "You have to get yourself off."
The girl giggled, wondering what Manny would do next.
The guy seemed to relent now, and he was reaching for her. He stroked her arm gently, then took both her legs in his hands and began to raise them. He got them high enough so that she was presenting her cutely rounded, completely naked backside to his view. Then he was caressing the smooth curves of her ass.
"This is where I really should be giving you a smart spanking, young lady," he said, with mock sternness. "But, I'm too lenient a disciplinarian for that."
He was now rubbing her ass with real passion, and his caresses were turning the girl On. Misty noticed the man's hard-on, tenting out the fabric of his pants even more than before. As he sat back in the luxurious cushions of the sofa, she rose and leaned over his lap, then unzipped his fly.
"I'll make it up to you, Manny," she said. "Here's my way of making amends for outraging your feelings."
He smiled. Clearly, he was getting hot, too hot to resist the girl. Soon, his stiff-standing cock was thrust straight up and in plain sight.
Misty giggled as she approached the swollen head of her host's dick, then stuck out her tongue and licked the velvety smooth flesh. Her moist lips slid over the whole head, and Manny's feeble murmurings of protest were lost in sighs of pleasure.
"Oh, I'm too petered out for this, Misty," he was saying. "Oh. I'm not ready forOh. Oh. Ohhhhh."
The girl's mouth went up and down on the hard stalk of his cock, as her fingers were busy unbuckling his pants. She was sliding her lips up and down in a furious motion on the throbbing pecker, as he raised his rump off the couch and let her lower his pants to his knees.
Suddenly, Manny felt his balls tighten and the tip of his dick tingle. He was surprised that he felt that potent, after having fucked himself out the day before and then having balled the teenage blonde at her folks' house.
Manny wasn't sure there was any more juice in his balls at that time, but if any was in there he didn't want to spill it too soon.
"Hold off," he was saying. "Wait-"
Too late. The girl increased the frantic pace of her cock-sucking. She wouldn't give up the pecker in her mouth. Suddenly, woosh! The guy shot off in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, as she tasted the nectar of his balls.
Manny felt marvelous, but his ecstasy was tempered by the knowledge that now he would be too limp to fuck the cute young blonde. He gave up any effort to hold his come. He creamed repeatedly into her sucking mouth and down her gulping throat.
Misty didn't remove her lips until Manny fell back exhausted on the couch. Then she removed his pants and caressed his thighs, his stomach, his chest. After a time, the glassy-eyed director came to his senses.
He knew he wanted to screw the luscious babe, or at least make a good attempt at it. He guided her onto her back on the fur, and she willingly spread her legs for him.
For openers, he pressed his face between her sleek thighs.
Manny could smell the pungent fragrance of her sexual excitement, see the fluid evidence of her lust leaking out the fine slit of her young cunt. He thrust his tongue out and probed between the pink lips.
As the girl lay back and moaned with mounting excitement, Manny lapped away at her pussy. Soon she was begging the man to fuck her, but his dick was still limp from the cock-sucking she'd given him. The girl took matters into he own hands, grabbing him by,-the whang. She pulled him to a sitting position on the couch, then straddled his lap and faced him. Reaching under her pussy, she fiddled with his prick enough to get it halfway up, then stuffed the semi-soft head between the wet lips of her pussy.
She "managed to get it partway in, then jugged up and down, desperate for a real fuck. Alas, Manny couldn't make it.
After awhile, the frustrated girl gave up and got off his lap. As for Manny, he was actually satisfied. He gave her a friendly pat on the rump, pulled on his pants and headed for the beach, leaving the blonde teenager on the couch.
Misty sat there grumbling, but then she got an idea.
What about that guy Robby that Cricket shacked up with? He was supposed to be a houseguest of Manny's. Misty jumped up and padded naked out of the living room. She went up a hallway, figuring she'd just look into every room.
She wanted to get to know this guy. Misty already dug Cricket, and if she was really going to get out of the clutches of her parents by moving in with them, she'd have to find out if she dug the guy too.
She found a closed door and tried it. All the other doors stood open. This one was locked. She knocked firmly.
A man opened the door.
Misty like him right off.
He was devilishly handsome with his neatly trimmed black beard.
Clearly, this was the hypnotist Robby.
"Hi," she said in a chipper voice. "I'm Cricket's friend, Misty." She gave a little twist of her body that she knew was making her naked tits jump and bounce before the man's eyes.
He gave her a quick appraisal, then smiled benignly. It was clear that he dug what he saw. Misty swung into action. Before he could say a word, she parted her thighs and showed him her cunt.
The lucky hypnotist found himself staring at her cute little pussy, and before she got inside his room he already had a stiff hard-on in his slacks. Once she was in, they sat on a small couch that faced the bed. Misty put her feet up on it, spread her legs and showed him her twat up close.
"N-i-i-ice," he murmured. "R-e-e-eal nice."
Robby stood beside the couch, admiring the naked girl's wonderful body. His dick was thrusting out the cloth of his pants, and the next thing he knew she had leaned over to unzip his fly. She pulled out his rod, a handsome thing even bigger than Manny's (or so it seemed to the wide-eyed girl).
"Woo-ee," she gasped. "What a neat pecker you have. Is this what you hypnotize the girls with."
"Naw, I use a gold medallion for that," Robby said, but it occurred to him that he wouldn't have to bring it out to convince this girl to give him a blowjob.
Sure enough. Without an invitation, Misty slid her kewpie-doll lips over the mushroom-shaped cap of the guy's out-thrust dong. As she worked her mouth over the stiff-standing organ, she fiddled with her nipples and her pussy lips, stimulating herself.
Then her hands undid Robby's belt and lowered his pants to bare his butt. She reached around and caressed the muscular cheeks with her palms as she sucked away on his rod. Robby was groaning with excitement as he stood there, unable to believe his luck. He had noticed the young blonde once on the beach near Manny's house, and had wished he could figure out a way to meet her.
As for Misty, she was satisfied now that his boner was hard enough for what she wanted. Manny hadn't been up to fucking her, but clearly this stud was. He'd been orgying the day before, but after a night's sleep he was ready for action.
Robby doffed his pants and joined her on the small couch. Quickly, she was all over him, straddling his lap as she had done Manny's, but this time with better results.
She faced away from the man, leaning back against his powerful chest and letting him reach around from both sides to play with her knockers.
Misty was giggling excitedly, as his stiff pecker slid all the way up her quim. His skillful hands cupped her tits and hefted them gently, arousing her something fierce.
All the while she was riding slowly up and down on his hard wand. The sensation was so thrilling that she was rapidly on the verge of a come. His fingers found the stiffened nipples of her bouncing titties, and he was feverishly kissing the back of her neck. She increased the pace of her up-and-down movements. Then she was coming.
"Oh. Ohh. Ohhhhh," she cried out, as she bounced up and down with her hot pussy on his stiff prong.
Her body trembled all over with fantastic pleasure, as she caused his dick to piston in and out of her tightly grasping channel. The sensations were just as good for the hypnotist, and Robby felt a sudden rush of excitation to his loins.
Then he was coming too, both of them climaxing at the same time. His cream filled her cunt, as her rapid movements seemed to suction the stuff up into it. She had completed her come, but still she rode up and down. His hard stalk of manly flesh pounded in and out of her hotly sensitized cunt.
When they were both finally spent, she slumped back against his broad chest. They remained like that for a long time. Then, they both got the idea at the same time to do it all over again.
Soon the girl was on her knees on the couch, her tits pressed to the cushion. The guy whipped around behind her, mounting her with his naked body. He set his weight on his knees in the sofa cushion, shoved his dick (which was rapidly hardening again) between her smooth thighs, then plunged it into her tight young snatch from the rear.
Robby held Misty by the waist for balance and began flexing his powerful loins. Soon his rod was ramming in and out of her pussy, and the girl was tingling all over with fresh pleasure. Her breasts came alive and her cunt was about to burst with joy, as he fucked in and out of her from the rear.
He fucked her like that till the two of them rolled off the couch laughing. They came apart, but only for a few seconds, as the girl rose to a standing position. She bent over, and Robby stood in behind her. He found the slit of her pussy from behind with the rampaging shaft of his cock. Then he fucked her like crazy.
She inched over toward the couch, then folded her upper body over it for support. As she braced herself with he hands on the edge of the small couch, her lover waded in tightly behind her and gave her a wicked, doggie-style fuck in the cunt.
Misty worked herself onto the couch, almost ready to keel over from the steady pounding of the dick in her pussy. They broke off, as she fell onto the couch and turned onto her back. Robby was right over her now, his rod standing out as stiffly as a flagpole, but throbbing like a living thing. Misty drew her knees up to her chest to tighten her slit even more, and she parted her thighs just enough to let his prick inside.
Robby plunged in. He was fucking her at a ferocious pace now, as she hooked her ankles over his shoulders to raise her loins even higher. She was meeting each of his potent strokes with a thrust of her loins, as she tightened her cunt to increase the friction to a maximum and enhance the pleasure for both of them.
She was coming again.
"Ohhhhh," she sang out. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming."
That seemed to inspire Robby. He pistoned in and out of her cunt as she screamed with the approach of a climactic peak of pleasure. She moaned and groaned as she felt one orgasmic spasm after another ripping through her whole being. Only when she was totally satisfied and silent did the mesmerist finally pull his wet cock out of her cunt.
He shifted her about till she was in a sitting position, but slumped against the back of the couch. Then he slipped to the floor and positioned himself on his knees. Pushing his face between her thighs, he reached her hot pussy with his tongue, and then he lapped up all her female fluids. He licked up and down the petal-like appendages of her pussy lips, tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue, arousing her for more wild action.
Soon she had tumbled over and onto her back on the couch, and he had gotten her end-to-end. As she spread her legs wide and even braced atop the backrest of the sofa, she guy plunged his tongue into her cunt for more of the same.
His dangling cock was right over her face, and Misty reached up to fondle it, then dipped the head between her lips. Ashe licked away at her pussy, she blew gently into the tiny hole of his rod, and they 69'd for the longest time.
Finally, she gave him a gentle shove and he rolled over. As she got to a kneeling position, he continued on till he lay on his back on the couch. Then she bent over his loins and filled her mouth with his cock once more. This time, with the advantage of leverage, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft with wild abandon, and as he rose to a sitting position, she increased the fury of her cock-sucking till he was moaning and about ready to shoot off in her mouth.
And then he came. What a come! He began to spurt semen till the girl thought he would never stop. She gulped all of it right down, thrilling to the sensations of the hot blasts hitting the roof of her mouth. She loved every bit of it.
6--BEACH SAND FIGHT
Sue, the gorgeous blonde Manny had spotted reading her book on the beach the day before, was having an adventure as interesting as Misty's. She'd had the handsome film director on her mind since their surprise liaison at his beach house, and dreams of being a movie star were dancing in her head.
After screwing with him, she'd gone to her job at the fast food place, dull stuff compared to the gay life being led in the ritzy beach houses along Malibu's glittery coast. The boredom of her job, however, hadn't lasted long.
One of the customers, a dapper dude who affected a captain's hat and white yachtsman's jacket, had come in for a burger and struck up a conversation. One thing had led to another, and though the famous director remained on Sue's mind, she had agreed to go boating with the man the following day.
Now, just as Misty was exiting Robby's room with a cuntfull of his spunk, Sue was sitting back in the deeply upholstered, tufted-leather-clad passenger seat beside the driver's seat of the yachtsman's 40-foot speedboat. They roared right past Malibu, and Sue was able to turn in time to spot Manny's wonderful house. She shrugged, glanced once at her handsome companion (concentrating on piloting the fast-moving boat), then gazed up the coast.
They were approaching a high-cliffed promontory north of Malibu Beach, and that's when the man slowed the boat and took it on into a tree-shrouded cove.
"Gosh," Sue said, gazing around as the boat slowed to a halt. "It's real secluded here."
"That's why I like it," the guy (whose name was Marty) smiled, as he shut off the powerful inboard engines. "They call this a gunk-hole. Water's real shallow."
"I hope we don't get stuck," the blonde came back.
"No way," Marty laughed. "This boat's got a flat keel. Perfect for gunk-holing. She draws about six inches. Well, maybe seven with two people on board."
"I prefer seven inches to six," Sue smiled.
The guy laughed, then invited her to plunge into the water and cool off. Sue jumped out of her seat, excited by the prospect of swimming in the private cove. A breakwater kept the waves out, and the water was so clear she could see every pebble on the bottom. She rose, wearing nothing more than a fashionable strapless swimsuit of skin-tight purple spadix, then climbed over the side of the luxury boat and dropped into the water.
As for Marty, he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Moosehead beer. Then he turned his swiveling seat around so he could watch the girl splashing in the flat surf.
Marty had made a fortune writing racy paperback books, and he'd promised himself that when he finally hit the jackpot he was going to buy the best boat money could get him. It had to be as fast as a Cigarette, flat-bottomed for holing up in tiny coves like this one, and luxurious enough to impress any chick. This boat filled the bill. He had laid out every penny he had, but the big double-inboard cruiser was a beauty. The girl from the fast-food place in Malibu village was his first passenger.
As he sat in the cooling onshore breeze, sipping his brew and watching the beautiful blonde cavorting in the water a few dozen feet from the boat, he had to lean back and consider himself a very lucky man indeed.
When Sue was through with her dip, she climbed back on board and found a comfortable position toward the stern of the cockpit. She ran her hands through her hair, letting the sun begin drying the wavy blonde locks. Then, observing Marty's interested stare, she decided to give him a little treat. Spreading her long, shapely legs, she pulled aside the leg-band of her swimsuit and gave him a peak at her soft little pussy, covered as it was with a fuzz of fine blonde hairs.
The captain of the little ship liked what he saw and quickly joined her at the back of the cockpit. He sat close, and soon they were French kissing. His lips covered hers, and when her mouth opened he wormed his tongue inside to explore, caress, tickle. Their tongues met, and it was like an exchange of fire.
His arms moved around her, but one hand soon found its way downward, where a finger located the slit he'd just been staring at. Touching it was an even greater treat than just seeing it. The girl didn't flinch when he fingered her twat. She didn't even adjust her swimsuit to cover up. Instead, she just relaxed and enjoyed his friendly intrusion.
His finger probed her pussy as if it were a cock, moving slowly in and out, stimulating the blonde, drawing out the flow of her juices. Marty gazed quickly around at the cliffs that surrounded the small cove. There were no houses, and no one could be seen. Then he returned his attention to the girl.
Increasing the tempo of his stroking, he thrust more briskly. Finally, he was pistoning in and out till he produced deep moans of pleasure in the girl's throat.
Finger-fucking Sue was giving Marty a rigid hard-on. He had to get the thing out of the tight swimming briefs he was wearing. When you have a rail on, a Speedo can really hurt. Marty rose, and Sue saw the huge bulge at his crotch.
"Wow," she said. "The captain's ready to launch a torpedo."
Smiling, she knelt on the teak planking that made up the cockpit and as the boat rocked soothingly in the lapping water, she caressed the head of the guy's prick through the spadix fabric.
As Marty began to groan with growing desire, she pulled aside the leg band of his briefs and yanked out the thick length of his huge rod. It stood out like the bowsprit of an ancient sailing vessel, stiff and determined, yet quivering with passion. The sight turned the girl on something incredible. His cock was even better than Manny's.
Sue slid her smooth lips over the head of the guy's dork, took the whole fat organ into her grasping mouth and began to suck on it. As she thrust her head forward and back, Marty eased his way sternward and dropped into the luxuriously padded bench seat. He sat there with his knees parted, gazing down at the girl as she got between them. She was still sucking away merrily on his prong.
When she finally drew her wet lips off his cock, it was to lie along the stern seat of the boat, spreading her legs and pulling her swimsuit leg band aside once again. It was a bold invitation, and Marty swung into action. He dropped to one knee on the boat seat and pressed his face to her crotch, making contact with one protruding pussy lip. Then his tongue darted out, and he began to lick her cunt. Sue lay back and sighed with excitement, as her new boyfriend sucked away at her moist and gaping pussy.
He came up for air, took advantage of the occasion to strip off her strapless suit. Her naked body aroused his lust, and he caressed her full, shapely breasts, her smoothly contoured waistline and the flaring curves of her hips. Then he sat himself in the back seat of the cruiser and pulled the girl onto his lap.
She straddled him leaning back against the broad expanse of his manly chest. He worked his rod up between the tight labia of her twat, and as she squirmed a bit to drive it deeper, he got the swollen head all the way up her sheath. Sue rode up and down on the stiff pole of his rod, thrilling them both. They fucked like that till Marty gave in to a greater urge. He wanted to be on top. He boosted her off his lap, pulling his wet dick out of her pussy. Then he set her on her back on the seat and got over her, one knee on the seat, the other firmly on the teak boards of the cockpit sole. All the while, the 40-footer was bobbing gently in the nearly still water of the cove.
Marty's prick was still stuck out the leg band of his swimsuit, as he nudged the head between her cuntal lips and thrust all the way in. He fucked in and out of her tight snatch, as the girl moaned and groaned with a wild orgasm. He went on fucking her till she lay still and he felt that any more strokes would bring him off. Then he peeled down his briefs and stepped out of them, ready for more action.
Sue had risen now and climbed right onto the afterdeck of the luxury speedboat. Marty liked what he saw, her cunt a wet pink gash, wide open and begging for a tongue. He was soon on his knees, looking up her hole, and then his mouth went into action. As the naked girl rocked back and forth on her knees, he licked up and down the thin lips of her cunt, then found her clit with the point of his tongue and massaged it till she came one again.
His cock was like a piece of iron at that point, and all he wanted to do was stuff it up her pussy. He climbed onto the afterdeck behind the kneeling girl, as she perched invitingly on her knees. He got his cock between her thighs from the rear and reached between her legs to stuff the swollen head of his rod up her cunt. He fucked her pussy dog-style, right up there on the afterdeck of the boat.
There was no one to see them, and the sun was warming their backs, the lapping water serenading them with its mesmerizing sound.
When he was too exhausted to keep that up, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. The girl was raring to go, and she straddled him, facing his feet. Up and down she pis-toned, her breasts jiggling with her motion, as Marty lay back and enjoyed it. The next thing he knew she had leaned way over backwards and twisted about so their lips would meet. They kissed long and hard and passionately, as his thick and throbbing cock remained wedged up her pussy.
The girl worked her way back up to a sitting position, then pivoted about on his stiff pecker and resumed he up-and-down movements. She did that for a long while, as he gazed up at her slender body and voluptuous breasts. At last she bent forward, till her tits pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, and then they kissed once more. His lips covered hers and their tongues touched, as the girl worked her loins up and down to continue the fucking movement.
Sometime during the afternoon, Sue had forgotten all about Manny King and the possibility of a career as a movie star.
7-A PAIR TO SPARE
Misty had decided that she would do almost anything to please Robby's woman. The young blonde was determined to get away from her parents and room with Robby and Cricket in the city. The day after Misty made it with Robby (while Cricket was out on the beach), the girl was buddying up to the bisexual broad. Cricket was planning a relaxing afternoon in the back yard, beside the glittering swimming hole. She wanted to get a deep, overall tan, and the weather was perfect to get it. Misty followed her out, attired as Cricket was, in a swimming suit with a cute play suit over it.
They were chatting animatedly as they went outside. There, each girl peeled off her playsuit. When Cricket stepped out of hers, she revealed a sexy, leopard-skin bikini. When Misty peeled off her outerwear, she was left in a wild creation.
"What do you call that?" Cricket asked with a grin.
"It's the very latest thing from Paree. It's a combination of the one-piece maillot and the string bikini. It's called a string maillot."
Cricket loved it. She felt a warmth spread through her body at the sight of the young blonde in her sexy swimwear. Misty's perfect figure was emphasized by the skimpy black swimsuit, and when she turned around to show the back, Cricket's heart jumped. Spaghetti-thin strings held the suit, what there was of it, together at the neck, around the back and at the waist. A string held the front panel down to the pussy and continued up the back, right between the girl's pear-shaped buttocks.
"Hooray for the French," the older woman said admiringly.
She looked Misty up and down.
The blonde had her hair drawn back into a tight bun that day, giving her a suave allure that Cricket hadn't expected in her young friend. Very sophisticated. The black swimsuit was so tight, it not only accentuated the girl's svelte form, it showed the excitement in her taut nipples as they pressed against the sleekfabric.
The older woman came closer, spoke in low tones as she ran her hands up and down the front of the swimsuit. Misty responded, caressing the other woman's breasts through her leopard skin top. Then, the blonde lowered her new friend's top, freeing Cricket's massive breasts. Misty caressed the silky white flesh, then squeezed the mammaries like a couple of grapefruit.
Cricket tried to stop things right there. She wanted to get her tan.
"Let's have some of this wine," she said, referring to a bottle of cool white Chablis that was sitting in an ice bucket on a table.
"Okay by me," Misty said.
Cricket took up a bottle of wine and poured them both glasses of the cooling fluid. She managed to get her tits back into her top again, as she settled into a chaise lounge.
Misty was too aroused to let things stop there. She accepted the glass of wine, but was soon half-lying over the other woman, giggling with excitement. She lowered the woman's leopard skin top once again, this time pressing her lips against the erect nipple and sucking it hard.
Misty's hand found a bottle of suntan oil that Cricket had set out on the table. The blonde began spreading it all over the other woman, whose massive tits were quivering with her laughter. Cricket's hands were soon busy too, as she undid the top of Misty's black string swimsuit and spread the sun-tan oil on the young blonde's flesh.
They were soon covered in the protective oil, feeling warm and aroused in the hot sunshine. Their lips came together, and then their tongues, as they embraced and kissed hotly. Each was playing with the firm breasts of the other, skillful fingertips lingering over erect nipples. Cricket was experienced, but the younger girl learned fast, and whatever her chum did, she imitated.
Soon their swimsuits were completely off. Droplets of suntan oil glistened on the hair of their pussies. Cricket was now sure that this lively blonde wanted to go all the way with her again, and she was beginning to be sold on the idea that, yes, Misty would make a fine addition to her and Robby's household.
She soon had Misty lying on the chaise lounge and giggling with renewed excitement. Cricket's skilled hands were all over the younger girl's body, and then they were parting her thighs. Soon, a single finger was halfway up Misty's pussy, and the other gal was working it in and out. The gratifying stimulation sent waves of pleasure through the young blonde's wiggling body, as Cricket finger-fucked her faster and faster.
Soon she found the girl's clit with a fingertip. She concentrated her efforts on that spot, watching Misty's bosom grew flushed with excitement, red-blotched with a fantastic climax. She was writhing her hips, thrusting her loins, bucking them up to meet the thrusts of the rampaging finger, now all the way into the depths of her cunt.
Misty squirmed and tossed on the chaise lounge, her nipples taut with excitement, her whole body alive with passion. She moaned and groaned with orgasms, till finally she rolled onto her back, legs spread shamelessly. Cricket kept on finger-fucking her as she bent forward and made contact with her lips. Then, as she caressed the girl's clit she licked the moisture-laden pussy lips as the girl twitched with excitement.
The two of them were in a state of rapture, so much so that they did not know they were being observed. Inside, Manny was peering through the window. The movie director couldn't believe his eyes. This was the hottest two-girl, action he'd ever laid eyes on. He had a hard-on in his pants already.
The broads were both stark naked, the voluptuous brunette and the lovely young blonde. And they were going at it like long time lesbians. He wasn't going to settle for just watching this one, or even videotaping it. He stripped off all his clothes and went right out through the French doors to the back yard. He strolled up to them with a big grin on his face.
"Morning, girls," he sang out.
"Hi, Mr. King," Misty beamed.
"Uh, good morning," Cricket said in a more sober tone of voice.
The girls quickly regained full composure, and they went right on with their lovemaking. Soon it was Cricket who was on her back on the chaise lounge, and now it was Misty who was finger-fucking her. Manny said that he liked skinny dipping in the swimming hole (that's why he'd had it installed, he explained), and that justified walking naked out to the back yard. The girls laughed at his feeble excuse. His cock, however, was anything but feeble. The thick, blue-veined monster was swollen with excitement and elevated to full tilt.
Cricket and Misty went over to him and pulled him to the chaise. Misty got down at the end and bent over the guy's lap for a closer look at the huge schlong. It was the biggest organ she had ever seen.
Misty had been determined to make it with Robby's roommate, but she forgot all about Cricket as she felt the swollen tip of Manny's huge rod. Then she slid the thing between her pursed lips and worked her way down the stem. She nibbled as she went, till finally the whole gigantic dick was in her mouth and down her throat. Her nose was in the curly black hairs of his pubic mound.
Cricket stood by the whole time, looking down at what was happening. The sight of the blonde's lips, working up and down on Manny's shaft, wetting it with her spittle, aroused the other woman. She was equally at home in bed with a man as with another woman.
She bent over and bestowed a kiss on the happy man's lips, and then as she knelt and put her huge bosom over his face he responded with a kiss on one of her erect nipples. Soon, as the young blonde went on sucking his thick cock, he sucked Cricket's tits with equal fervor.
They found their way to where Cricket had laid out a pair of inflated mats alongside the swimming hole, and after they put some towels down on them they really began their romp. The three of them were naked, smeared with a combination of suntan oil and each others' sweat, and they were going at it like mad.
As Misty watched, Cricket knelt at Manny's feet and slipped her lips over the swollen cock-head the other girl had been sucking on the chaise. She proved she could do as fine a job, as she caressed his thick-skinned balls and puffed little bursts of breath into the tiny hole in his glans. She stopped just when he was about to come off. They quickly had the guy on his back, as Manny knelt to return the favor she had done for him.
As the girl parted her thighs, he got between them and stuck his hard prick into the tight slit of her pussy. Then, as Cricket got down beside him on her knees he began to thrust in and out. It was now Misty's turn to moan and sigh with pleasure, as Manny rammed his rod in and out of her tight twat. In the meantime, Cricket was so excited by the hard fucking that she put an arm around Manny's shoulder and covered his face with wet kisses.
She soon transferred her affection to the girl, bending and kissing her hard. Then, as Misty rolled onto her side, Manny went on fucking her. The aroused girl reached up and caressed the other woman's tit, excited even more. Soon Cricket stood astride the moaning girl's head, and that put her pussy in position for Manny to reach with his tongue. He lapped away at Cricket's cunt, as he went on fucking the hell out of her chum.
All three of them were red hot now. Cricket wound up on her back on the mat, with Misty over her, end to end. They were quickly sucking each others' pussies, as the amazed Manny looked on in passion. Soon he got himself into it, kneeling behind Misty to work his thick cock between the smooth cheeks of her ass, then into he pussy from the rear. As the two girls sucked each others' cunts, he fucked the young blonde from behind.
They went at it like that all afternoon in the warm sun. At one point Cricket was on her hands and knees, and Manny was on his knees behind her with his prong up her cunt. His excitement was now at a peak of intensity, and he knew he couldn't keep from coming much longer. His balls tightened, and every fiber in his body was alive with passion.
As he fucked the kneeling girl from behind, Misty bent over to watch the thrusting of his cock in her friend's pussy, then leaned in to lick his dick as it came out of her cunt covered with female fluids. Manny was moaning, just about to shoot his rocks off, when Misty made a feverish effort to get his cock out of her pussy and into her mouth.
Off he came!
Manny could control his balls no longer, and as Misty pulled his rod out of Cricket's pussy, the guy shot his first burst of creamy jism. It went all over Cricket's ass, as Misty looked on in feverish desire. When the dick had finished spasming, and emptying the load of his balls on the smooth, white flesh of Cricket's back, Misty grabbed it and stuffed it into her hungry mouth.
Manny stood up, and Cricket quickly joined Misty at his feet. Both girls knelt, and they really did a job on his semi-soft whang. They took turns sucking on it, blowing on it, nibbling on the soft tip.
"Oh," the guy groaned. "Ohhhhh."
Then, as the dick began to respond and thickened in Cricket's mouth, Misty licked the shaft at the root while the head was still in the other woman's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Manny was sighing. "Oh, that's the way to do it girls. That's the way to do it."
It took awhile, but eventually Manny's rod was as rigid as it had been. The girls kept on sucking his dick, first taking turns, then licking the lengthy member together. They tickled his balls, caressed the hairy cheeks of his ass, kissed and licked and sucked the swollen head of his dick.
And then he exploded!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!! ! ! " Manny cried out, as he experienced an orgasm that was like the erupting of a volcano.
8--THE NEW BABE
Manny gazed up excitedly at the girl with the short blonde hair. It was the next day, and he was alone in the house with a new babe. Her name was Holly.
"Holly Wood," he suggested, as she brought him a glass of wine. "Yes. Holly Wood. Very catchy, the name of a star."
"Oh Mr. King," she cooed, as she came over to sit beside him on the mink-covered couch. "How you do carry on."
He smiled and put an arm around her. She was wearing only a sexy, red, see-through negligee. They had already completed her preliminary screen test.
Manny felt his hot rod of flesh lengthen in his pants and snaked down his thigh. Holly was a cute, curly-haired blonde, and as pretty as any girl he'd ever laid eyes on. She'd come to the studio for which he often worked free-lance as a director, looking for a job as a secretary.
But Manny just happened to be there, trying to get in to see one of the top producers, and he decided the girl was too nice a piece of ass to waste in a secretary's chair.
Manny slipped his wine, his eyes never leaving Holly's shapely body. He could see her breasts, swaying tantalizingly under the negligee, and when the diaphanous red material parted in front, he caught a glimpse of her blonde triangle of pubic hair. Yes, she was some hot little bitch, all right.
Heather was out for the day, and both Robby and Cricket had left. He couldn't figure those two. They'd taken the girl from two houses down the beach with them. Misty, who had been so attentive to him in Heather's absence, dug Robby's cock better than his, and she preferred three-ways with Robby and Cricket to normal sex with one of the top directors in Hollywood. Manny couldn't figure it.
He shrugged his questions away, and concentrated on the new girl. She was some hot little piece of tail, all right. It was obvious that she was on the make. Manny knew he had to move fast, because Heather was returning from another casting call in the city and might walk in at any time.
As the girl chatted amiably, Manny spoke in low, mesmerizing tones. His fingers were soon resting on her thigh. They both sipped wine, and Manny experienced a pleasing warmth spreading through his body.
Now it was her hand on his thigh, moving steadily toward the bulge in his crotch. Yeah, this one was going to be easy. Both wine glasses were soon on the end tables, and two sets of hands were free.
Manny just had to sit back and let this girl take over. She knew where she was coming from, and so did he. The next thing he knew, the chick's searching fingers had found his hard-on through the fabric of his slacks, and then she had unzipped his fly to bring the stiff-standing thing out into the air.
"You sure have a big flute," she said. "I like 'em big. The bigger the better."
"I'm glad it pleases you, my dear," the director smiled. "Your body is nothing to sneer at either."
The girl put an end to further talk with a wet kiss right on his mouth. Before their lips had parted, her hand was stroking up and down on his dick. His rod throbbed with excitement, as Holly bent over his lap and slid her sensuous lips over the swollen head. She worked her mouth up and down the shaft of his prick, his blunt-headed knob smacking the back of her throat on each stroke.
The babe could really cop a joint, all right. She was as good at it as any broad the movie director had run into.
"Way to go, baby," he sighed. "That's the way I like it. Oh. OH. OH! You know how I like it."
"Mmmmm," was all the curly-haired blonde could say in reply.
"I like to see you on your knees, honey, if you don't mind," Manny said. "Here, let me get up."
Manny rose from the fur-clad couch. Holly was right with him. She kept his prick in her mouth as she sank to her knees on the thick bearskin rug. All the while, she kept on sucking. Her hands were busily skinning down his pants, and she quickly had them off.
He removed his beach shirt and settled back onto the luxuriant sofa. Holly had slid her ass back up onto the seat cushions and was now bent over his lap with her lips all the way down to the root of his dick. She was really going at it with determination. It was clear to Manny that she loved to suck a man's rod as much as he loved to get it sucked.
The girl's head was vibrating up and down as her lips pressed and slid along the length of his quivering stalk. She tightened the oval her mouth formed around the pulsating prong, then increased the tempo of her up-and-down motion even more.
"Ohhhhh," the guy groaned.
He knew he couldn't keep from shooting off much longer. Manny tried. He didn't want to blow his wad that soon. This girl was terrific, and he wanted to enjoy her for as long as possible, but she blowing him so hard and fast that he couldn't control himself much longer.
"Whoa. Whoa, baby," he was saying, hoping to get her to slow down. "Take it easy, baby. I'm gonna shoot off right now. Ohhhhh!! ! "
"Mmmmmph," she replied.
Then Manny shot off like crazy.
WOOBH!! !
His hot semen exploded in the blonde's mouth, as she went on ramming her mouth up and down his spasming dick. Creamy jism filled her mouth, and ran down her gulping throat. Manny shot off again and again, thrilling to the sight of the girl's beautiful face, as her lips pursed around his thick boner.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned.
He exploded into her mouth and throat. He ejaculated repeatedly, spasms of wonderful pleasure washing over his body like ocean waves.
When he had finally shot the last of his load, the girl's lips were still clinging tenaciously to his prick. She was in love with it, and she had no intention of giving it up. She loved the feel of his hot slab of meat on her tongue. What a babe, whew!
The girl gulped down the last of the semen, and without having taken her mouth off his whang she went to work on it again. This time she sucked slowly, sensuously. Her mouth was going up and down on his pecker, up and down, up and down. Believe it or not, the semi-soft organ was filling with blood again, thickening and lengthening in her mouth.
Eventually, Manny had a hard-on again. When the dick was rigid in her mouth again, she withdrew her lips and suggested that they fuck instead.
"Why not?" Manny said.
He was sweating, hot all over, so excited by the new girl that he was ready to do anything she said. Fucking seemed like a perfectly good idea.
"Let's go to my bedroom," he said, thinking about Heather's impending arrival. "It's much more comfortable in there."
"I can't imagine anything more wonderful than doing it right on this couch," the girl replied. "I love this couch. It's like a giant mink coat. Let's fuck right here."
Manny shrugged.
"We'd have more room to spread out on the bed," he said. "It's king-sized, Manny King-sized."
She laughed.
"Let's do it right here," she insisted.
Manny went along.
They got it on right there on the couch; her negligee had long since slipped off her creamy white shoulders, and there was nothing to impede her as she straddled his lap and worked his half-hard cock up the tight channel of her pussy. They fucked like that till his rod was as stiff as an iron poker, and then he got her on her hands and knees on the furry couch.
Supporting himself with one knee on the cushion behind her, he gave her a doggie-style fuck in the cunt that had her screaming with orgasm.
Then, temporarily satisfied, she dropped to the cushions. Manny let her rest there for a time, as he slid his cock from her pussy.
"C'mon now," he said. "Let's head for my boudoir. C'mon. You'll love the room."
The curly-haired blonde finally agreed, and they roused themselves to pad out of the living room, down the hall and into the big bedroom with its sweeping view of the ocean.
The dropped onto the king-sized bed. There, the girl fiddled with Manny's whang, getting him aroused for still more fucking. On that huge bed, they'd have the room to do it right.
In the safety of his bedroom, Manny forgot all about the impending arrival of Heather. He left the door open and concentrated on the lovely young thing in bed with him. They were tussling, and she was giggling loudly. The sound was music to his ears.
Then he heard a voice that wasn't "Manny! You two-timing louse!"
It was Heather, back from her audition. The two of them looked up from the big bed to see a very angry young woman with flaming red hair. She strode right into the bedroom and stood there with her hands on her hips.
"You're incorrigible. You said you loved only me."
"I do," Manny offered feebly. "I like this young lady. There's a difference."
Heather was impressive, tall and beautiful in a startling red dress and high-heeled shoes. She swung quickly into action, excoriating Manny for fooling around behind her back. But then she calmed down, looking more hurt than angry.
Manny seized the opportunity. He rose from the bed and put an arm around her. Gradually, consoling her as he went, he guided her to the bed where the other girl was sitting up in amazement. Soon enough, he was caressing Heather's body, and she was sighing with growing arousal. He ran his hands up her dress and, finding no panties, soothed the satiny flesh of her curvaceous and naked buttocks.
Finally, he got the girl sitting on the bed beside him, where he removed her dress to find her wearing nothing more than a garter belt and hose.
She knew how to dress for an audition.
"Did you get the part?" he asked sympathetically.
"Hell no," she replied. "As always."
The sight of her pouting face and voluptuous body, now nearly naked, aroused him feverishly. He got her onto his lap, her legs straddling his. His cock was standing straight up with excitement.
"Oh no," Heather said weakly. She knew what was coming. Manny knew only one way to console a beautiful woman. Not feeling like fucking right away, Heather slipped off Manny's lap and took his hard cock in hand. She opened her mouth and took in the swollen, mushroom-shaped cock-head. Then she was sucking wildly, making his balls tighten with growing excitement.
As Holly looked on in amazement, shaking her head at this strange turn of events, Heather pulled he wet lips off Manny's dick and scrambled right back onto his lap.
Straddling his legs, she reached under her pussy and guided the wavering head of his prick between the sensitive lips of her quim. Then she sat steadily down onto his lap, driving his pecker up her cunt.
Heather fucked up and down on Manny's rod for some time, as Holly watched. Her own passionate flames were being fanned by the sight, as Manny's thick cock disappeared and re-appeared between the other girl's sweating thighs. Heather's large, full breasts were jiggling with the up-and-down motion, and Manny soon wanted to take over the thrusting motion.
He quickly got the girl off his lap and onto her hands and knees on the bed, and then he wedged himself in behind her to thrust his rod between her thighs and into her cunt from the rear. Then he pistoned her pussy like mad, powering in and out, making her squeal with one hot orgasmic spasm after another.
He fucked her again and again, till finally she collapsed, completely satisfied, onto the bed. When she rose, Manny replaced her, stretching his exhausted body out the length of the bed.
Heather laughed as she patted him on the rump, retrieved her dress and started out of the room. Holly followed along, the two of them knowing that he would have to rest for a long time after that exertion. They found their way back to the living room and dropped into the mink-covered sofa. Heather slipped into her dress. Holly was content to lounge about in her garter belt and nylon stockings, as she sat beside the stunning redhead.
Holly was hot. Heather had been doing all the fucking and she'd been doing all the watching. Now she wanted to get her cookies off too.
The two girls talked together in low tones, and Holly's arm soon found its way around the other girl's shoulder. She kissed the redhead, then worked the thin shoulder straps of her dress downward.
"Oops," Heather said with a grin. "There goes my dress again. Third time."
"Second time," Holly corrected.
"Third time," the redhead insisted. "I balled the producer at the audition. Didn't do me any fucking good. Another girl got the part."
Holly laughed, as Heather's full breasts came into view. The wildly aroused blonde kissed and licked the soft, succulent flesh. She soon slid to the floor, and as Heather parted her legs she pressed her face between the beautiful redhead's thighs.
Her tongue found the mark, and as Heather wiggled her ass on the couch with pleasurable feelings, Holly licked the female juices that flowed from the pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," Heather was cooing. This was the soothing treatment she needed after a difficult day.
Now the redhead stripped her dress of completely, and as they sat side by side on the couch, they groped each other's pussies. Holly bent over once more to lick Heather's quivering tit, and then it was Heather's turn to slip to the floor and force her face between her new friend's thighs. She ate the girl's box skillful! y as Holly had done hers, and when she came up for air both girls' cunts had been readied for a heavy fucking.
They tip-toed into the next room to get a look at Manny, and found the rat sleeping peacefully in his huge bed. They looked at one another, then back at the sleeping form, and they decided together that he had enjoyed enough peaceful sleep. Besides, they knew now that even though playing around with each other was fun, they needed a man to satisfy their hot lust.
They wanted cock!
The girls woke up the famous director. At first, he was reluctant to swing into action.
He rolled over on the bed and tried to curl up for some more badly needed sleep. The girls, however, had him sitting up, and when they sat beside him he had no place to lie down. Then, they leaned over and bumped heads on his lap. As each made dive for his dick at the same time, they collided and came up laughing.
Soon one of them had the cock-head between her lips, and the other licked up and down the shaft near the base. They went at it long and hard, determined to get the guy's pecker stiff.
"Ohhhhh," Manny moaned.
Was it a moan of pleasure, or one of weariness.
The girls didn't know, so they went right on massaging his prick with their lips and tongues. Eventually, they had his prong stiffened for action, and then they rose and pushed him onto his back. The groggy man was laughing himself by that time. These vixens were out for a fuck and that was all there was to it.
Heather straddled his loins and lowered her open pussy onto his cock. As she fucked up and down, her big breasts jiggling with enticing motion, Holly knelt on the floor and observed the meeting of Manny's thick cock with the tight snatch of the other girl. The sight of his slick-ened pole, slipping in and out of her pussy slit aroused the blonde, and she craned her neck to get close.
Then she darted her tongue out and made contact with his balls. She licked the wrinkled skin of the scrotum as Heather fucked up and down on his dick. The two of them were really doing a number on the guy.
As Manny shifted about and wormed his way up to a seated position on the bed, Heather stayed with him, straddling his lap and keeping his dick tucked firmly up her snatch. She was leaning her back against the broad expanse of his chest. It was non-stop action now, and Manny was in the middle of it despite himself.
Holly was still entranced by the sight. She'd never seen other people fucking before today. She peered at the contact between cock and cunt, then reached out to touch the large balls. Suddenly, she heard by the labored breathing above her that both Manny and Heather were coming. Heather's face was red and beaded with sweat, as Manny gasped with the surges of his powerful orgasm.
Holly's mouth fell open as she saw a single droplet of creamy come squeezed out of Heather's cunt by the action of Manny's surging dick. She was fascinated by the redness of Heather's protruding pussy lips, as she became flushed with her own sexual excitement. And the pebbly skin on the man's balls was a great source of pleasure to the young blonde.
When Heather finally stopped jugging up and down, Manny held her tightly, arms around her body, till the two of them were ready to part. Heather wasn't finished, not by a long shot. She got on her hands and knees on the couch, and Manny got in behind her to fuck her pussy from the rear.
Holly reared up from her kneeling position on the floor to suck the other girl's titties. Then she got on her back on the couch with her head towards the end of the cushion, positioning her pussy under Heather's face, so that as the redhead was fucked in the cunt from behind by Manny, she was able to lap the pussy juice out of Holly's hot hole.
Before long, it was Heather who was on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Manny was still over her, fucking her from the front this time. Holly sat up on the arm of the couch watching. She was beginning to get a little tired of the way things were going, kind of wishing that she and not Heather was getting the attention.
She wanted her share of the dick.
But Manny was entirely back in the groove now. He was fucking his beloved Heather as he never had before. He wanted to show her how much he dug her.
He had the redhead on her side, and he tucked his dick in between her thighs from the rear as he lay on his side behind her. Then he fucked her that way, till he came once again. He shot off in her twat, nearly filling it. Manny didn't think he had that much juice in him, but he did. Even after coming a little while ago, he was able to pump squirt after hot squirt into Heather's throbbing slit.
The feeling of the come in her cunt excited Heather dramatically. She went wild. She was moaning with a wild orgasm.-
Holly was now fingering her cunt, and she started getting off too. The two girls were moaning loudly with their climaxes. Manny listened to it in disbelief. How fuckin' horny can these broads get? he was asking himself.
"Broads are insatiable," he finally concluded aloud.
Yet, the idea of that appealed to Manny King. If girls weren't hot-cunted, he'd never get any ass. Yeah, he rather liked the idea of it. He vowed that in the future he'd always fuck two girls together. It was much more exciting that way.
In time, the director let himself drop off to sleep. He was snoozing peacefully, when the two girls roused themselves. They took a look at him, exchanged glances, then got up from the bed shaking their heads.
Men! they were both thinking.
9-BOUTIQUE BROWSING
Small boutiques and exclusive art galleries are a phenomenon in Malibu. The owners know the wealthy residents, and provide their customers with nothing but the best. While the wild three-way fuck-fest was going on at Manny's beach house, Cricket was browsing through those very shops.
She paused at a tiny art gallery, stopped by the name on the door, Antoine Ardenne. Cricket recalled that name. Manny King had obtained some of his most beautiful paintings from this gallery, an the implication he gave was that the artwork had been in exchange, not for money, but for sexual favors provided by some of the many chicks in Manny's wide circle.
Cricket rang the bell and was admitted to the private gallery.
It had been a slow afternoon for the proprietor. A suave young man with a black beard, he bore a coincidental resemblance to Cricket's beloved hypnotist, Robby. He admitted his new customer with a smile, taking an immediate shine to the lovely brunette.
And she dug him. The sophisticated gent who showed her about the gallery reminded her very much of Robby, and she felt her nipples tingle and the juices start to collect in her pussy at the sound of his deep, resonant voice.
He pointed out several fascinating works. Cricket was particularly taken by a large seascape. It depicted the Malibu coastline, sweeping northward. It reminded her of the view from Manny's place. She liked it, but she knew it was too large for the apartment she and Robby would be sharing in the city with young Misty.
The proprietor continue to show her around, appraising her body at the same time she was appraising his pictures. Then, something caught Cricket's eye. It was only a small pastel, but it was hugely sensuous. It depicted a lovely woman, lying back in a pose that could only be called lewd. She loved it.
"How much is this?" she asked.
Cricket's impressive tits were showing above her low-cut summer dress, a thin frock tied .about the waist with a silk sash. The gallery owner gazed at her, and he felt his rod thicken in his pants. In fact, he had quite a prominent bulge at the crotch.
Cricket was too busy getting off on the sensuous picture to even notice. She knew she wanted that pastel. Antoine was delighted by her decision.
"Step over here," he suggested, "and we'll discuss the price."
He brought her to a small couch, and began discussing the pricing arrangements in vague terms. That's when Cricket spotted the bulge made by his hard-on. She knew he was hot for her body, and that's all she really needed to know about prices.
She sidled up to the guy on the loveseat and promptly planted a wet kiss on his half-open mouth. Her tongue explored with the cavern of his mouth, and her fingers were doing the same at his crotch.
Cricket caressed the guy's pecker through his pants, then unzipped his fly and felt around in there for his organ. At that point, the gallery owner tried to discourage her.
The door to the outside world was locked (patrons were obliged to ring for admittance), yet this was a place of business. Cricket giggled as her fingers found his dick, the flesh throbbing and hot with desire. She slid off the couch to the plush-carpeted floor, wriggled between his legs for a better look at his cock, then pressed her lips to the thick cock-head as she stroked the organ to fullness.
She was quickly on her knees, the rod deep in her mouth, and as she vigorously sucked his cock her dress rode up to reveal the smooth, bare cheeks of her finely shaped ass.
Cricket sucked away on Antoine's dick, as he looked down at her in mesmerized pleasure. Now she was the hypnotist, and the black-bearded man was the powerless subject. He couldn't stop her now, as her lips did a dance along the veined flesh of his bone.
She withdrew her mouth for a few seconds, but only to side the straps of her dress over the rounded contours of her milky-white shoulders. Down came the top of her dress, almost all the way to the sash that bound it at the waist. Her voluptuous tits rolled free, wiggling provocatively before Antoine's bulging eyes. She smiled at his reaction, took hold of his wavering cock and rubbed the head against one of her nipples.
"Have you ever screwed a big-titted babe like me between the knockers?" she asked provocatively.
"No. But I would like to try," the man came back. He leaned forward on the couch as he gasped out the words.
The brunette flashed her seductive grin and raised on her knees, her dress working its way even lower on her torso. Soon she had is hard prong between the fleshy melons of her bosom, and she was rocking back and forth, briefly tit-fucking his hard dick. Then she pulled away, promising him that he would get more of that after he did something for her.
What she wanted was plain enough, as she sat herself on the couch, lay over on her back as Antoine slipped to the carpet, then parted her thighs and showed him her pussy. The gallery owner's mouth fell open at the sight, a soft pink mound, deftly parted by a darker pink slit. Her cunt lips were pretty as rose petals, and when she held her pussy open the insides were glistening with moist beads of passion.
Antoine dove in, determined to excite her with his mouth as she had done on his rod. Soon he was lapping up and down the delicate inner pussy lips, then plunging his tongue in and out as if it were a cock, fucking he like crazy. He located the tiny nubbin of her little clit, massaged it with his tongue-tip, then laved it, bathed it, with the flat of his whole tongue.
The woman was in ecstasy, writhing on the couch, her fine ass wiggling with excitement. She was coming. He knew that by her impassioned moans, and by the copious fluid that spewed from the hot depths of her cunt.
When Cricket collapsed back onto the couch, Antoine rose and stripped off his shirt, wet with perspiration. Then he took his place beside the babe on the loveseat, lowering his pants to his ankles. Before he could remove them, however, the brunette was on his lap. The top of her dress down around her waist, the lower hem raised so far the whole thing was bunched where the silk sash cinched in the dress at her middle, she straddled his lap and slithered right down onto the stiff-standing rod of his cock.
Antoine groaned with freshly aroused desire, as the woman rode up and down on his prick. Her glorious breasts were jiggling with her motions, and he bent over just enough to seize one of the quivering tits in his mouth. Then he licked the softly molded breast with feverish intensity, as the girl paused briefly in her fucking movements.
When he looked up from her tit, they kissed, and then the girl squirmed around to where she was facing away from him, his dick still firmly implanted in her pussy, her legs hanging down on either side of his. In that position, she began fucking up and down once more, and she went on doing it till she had climaxed once again.
He got her off his lap and finally kicked his pants away from his ankles. Naked now, he turned her onto her hands and knees on the small couch, raised her dress up all the way over her smoothly rounded ass and worked his dick in between he thighs from the rear.
As the woman moaned with excitement, he hammered his dick home, driving it in between the tight lips of her quim, snaking it up her pussy sheath. He braced himself on one knee on the couch and fucked away, ramming his bone in and out of her hot hole.
He pulled out just before he felt an ejaculation coming on, and soon the two of them were rollicking on the floor. She had tossed aside her dress, and when she got over him as he lay on his back on the carpet, she strung the silk scarf about the back of his neck and drew it toward her.
Cricket showed she knew more tricks with that long sash.
While the owner fucked, she applied gentle pressure, running it slowly, sensuously, back and forth along his neck flesh.
The feeling of the fine silk caressing the tingling flesh of his neck aroused him to a pitch of excitement he had never experienced before, and he tried to hold off his orgasm by pulling his cock out of the tight channel of her pussy.
He felt his balls squeeze with passion, however, and saw the hard tip of his cock redden and swell with an impending explosion of come. Then he shot off. She kept on rubbing.
Spurt after spurt of creamy come shot into her hole.
When he had finally shot off the whole load, he pulled his wet prick from her pussy and fell back to the loveseat in exhaustion.
Antoine was completely out of it at that point. However, the lively brunette still knew some tricks she could do with her silk scarf. She rubbed it briskly all over his body, awakening him for more action. Soon he had lain her on her back on the carpet, and as she tossed the sash aside he knelt over her to work his half-soft cock against the pink slit of her pussy.
A good deal of that was necessary to stiffen his rod, but in time he was able to penetrate her cunt. In and out he pumped, increasing the power of his thrusts as he regained his strength.
The he got an idea. It was his turn to use that silk sash. He pulled out of her pussy and quickly retrieved it, then went to where she was now in a kneeling position. He wrapped the sash around her naked ass and pulled her toward him. Cricket laughed with pleasure, understanding what he wanted. His prick hadn't been quite up to par when he'd been fucking her after his orgasm, and he wanted her to use her talented lips to bring it up to snuff.
The silk sash tingled on her bare ass as the velvety smooth flesh on the tip of his rod made contact with her lower lip. Soon the shaft had slid into her mouth, and as Antoine stood looking down at her in rapture, the woman did a wonderful job of sucking his dick. It wasn't long before he was stiff as a rail, and when he tossed the scarf away, Cricket knew he was ready to fuck her again.
But the woman wanted more of the taste of his cock. She pushed him over onto his back on the carpet, and he was shaking with laughter as she climbed over him end to end and began going down on his dick. There was nothing he could do but sink his own mouth into the wet pussy that gaped open over his face. That's exactly what she had wanted him to do.
They 69'd for some time, and ended up with the girl in a strange position over by the two-seat couch. She was on her shoulders on the carpet, her ass up on the edge of the couch, her thighs parted for more of that wonderful cunt-lapping. Antoine knelt at her side, his face busy in her muff, his dick stiff as a rock and begging for more of her mouth. Gradually, he worked his way over her so that as he sucked her pussy, she was in position to suck his cock from the floor.
In time he rose and stood, then straddled her body as her ass came away from the couch. She was upside-down now, and he took her by the thighs to steady her. Cricket's pussy was wide open and completely accessible to the guy, as he lowered his cock slowly, penetrating the soft lips with the swollen head, then sinking the shaft all the way in.
They fucked like crazy, and when that weird position was finally too uncomfortable for the brunette, she stood and bent over and Antoine and stood behind him for a swift but enjoyable doggie-style fuck in her cunt. He fucked her all the way to the couch, and when she had inched over to it, she supported herself on the edge, resting one cheek on it and sustaining the pleasant fuck from the rear.
Soon he had lifted her to the couch and put he over on her back.
He propped up her head with a large cushion and then he filled the promise she had made to him. Wasn't she going to let him fuck her between the breasts again, this time to a climax?
He straddled her and set his dick between the soft mounds of tit flesh. Then, squeezing them together as the girl moaned with pleasure, he sawed in and out like crazy. He fucked away at her tits till he knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm.
"In my mouth," she gasped.
He popped his dick out of the cleavage between her tits and right into her mouth. He came. Again and again his bursts of come shot into her mouth, and she gratefully gulped it all down. Finally, he slipped his wet dick out from between her lips and folded his body over hers in exhaustion.
When Cricket left the gallery, there was a package under her arm. It was the pastel, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. You couldn't beat the price, she was thinking. She felt she could come back to that art gallery in Malibu anytime, whether she was looking for a picture or not. Manny King certainly had good taste in such matters.
10--A FAST FOOD FUCK
Delivering fast food in Malibu can be a trip. Not only are the tips good, but you meet some wild people. Herb knew that when you brought an order to Manny King's place, you were liable to have the door opened by a gorgeous babe, stark naked.
That's why, the day after Cricket discovered the art gallery owner, Herb was glad that his last order of the day was to the King residence.
Arriving at the front door, he found it swinging open before he'd even had a chance to knock. The gorgeous redhead, clad in a thin mini-dress, invited him in, and as he followed her into the living room he glanced up and down her wiggling body. She had a perfect figure, nearly visible beneath the thin fabric of her dress. His cock began to ache in his tight pants, and he was thinking more about getting laid than getting a tip.
Heather dropped into the furry sofa, and as she crossed he legs her tiny dress rode way up on her smooth thighs. She smiled, and Herb realized right away that she liked him.
"I don't have any money for a tip," she said. "The order's going on the owner's account. Would you like to have a glass of wine with me instead?"
"Yeah. Sure."
She poured him a glass, and as he stood sipping the warming fluid his rod rose in his pants. The girl on the couch was sexy as hell, a real fox.
She looked up at him, and he could see the passion growing in her face. Heather was thinking about making it with this handsome young guy. Suddenly, she reached out and began to stroke one of his muscular legs.
Herb didn't pull away, so she went further. Heather was alone in the house. After the tumultuous affair when Heather had walked in on them the day before, Holly had split. Robby and Cricket were long gone with Misty in tow, and Sue hadn't come back after falling in with the paperback writer with the hot speedboat.
And Manny was in Hollywood talking up new projects with producers.
That left Heather all alone in the house with the fast-food delivery man. She decided to make the most of it. Her hand moved up the length of his leg, till finally she was stroking his dick through the fabric of his pants. Then she unzipped his fly and let the prong stick out. It thrust outward as if triggered by a steel spring, then stood waving, quivering, begging to be sucked.
Heather couldn't resist, and the deliver man didn't want her to. She leaned forward on the fur-clad couch and let the satiny flesh of his cock-head brush the puffed and trembling flesh of her lips. Then she parted them just enough to let the mushroom-like glans penetrate her mouth.
Soon the whole stalk was inside, and she had leaned further forward from her perch to begin a rhythmic in and out movement, suctioning his dick as she went.
Herb stood there moaning. He had never felt anything like it before, and his balls were growing taut with tension. He looked down at the girl's pretty face, his fleshy rod sunk between her luscious lips, and the sight aroused him wildly.
He began to move his loins rhythmically, thrusting his dick gently in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, he knew he was about to shoot off, and as the girl increased the pace of her cock-sucking, he just let himself go.
His blasts of creamy hot come filled her mouth, and still she went on suctioning. His loins were pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth at a feverish pitch, and squirt after squirt of jism shot against the back of her throat, till the stuff dripped down her throat.
When he had finished spasming and pulled out of her mouth, her eyes were glazed with intense excitement. Evidently, she dug the taste of his come.
While she had been blowing his cock for him, her minidress had ridden up her thighs, and he was now able to see the fine patch of curly hair that covered the triangle of her pubic vee. He sank to his knees to get a better look, and as she shifted her ass closer to the edge of the sofa and parted her thighs still further, he got a complete view of the wet pink gash of her pussy itself.
It was clear that she wanted her cunt lapped. And he was just the guy to do it.
As she sat back, hoisting her dress even higher and making herself comfortable, he knelt and pressed his face between her thighs. He heard Heather groan as his tongue found the rubbery pink lips of her outer cunt, penetrated, then made scintillating contact with the fine, petal-like inner labia. His tongue pressed them flat, laved them up and down, and then the pointed tip located the tiny, hooded clitoris.
The girl let out a little scream of pleasure as his tongue-tip raised the fleshy hood over the little nubbin of her clit, then massaged the tiny organ 'round and 'round. Then her whole pussy was filled with the hot, bitter juice of her climax, and the young delivery man lapped it all up wildly.
When Herb rose, he knew that the girl was ripe for a fuck. He took off his shoes, then lowered his pants. His cock was hanging, the tip still sticky-wet from coming off in her mouth, but he knew he'd soon be ready for more. This beautiful girl was driving him wild, and he wanted to sink his rod deep into her pussy more than anything in the world. Licking that soft, pink cunt had aroused him, and fucking Heather was the only thing on his mind.
The girl rose, flushed form her climax. She rubbed the hair-covered mound of her cunt as she got on he knees on the couch. She was giggling, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she pushed her dress up around her waist and wiggled her naked backside at attract him.
Herb felt his prick twitch with freshly growing excitement as he got behind her on the sofa. He set his weight on one knee, keeping the other foot on the floor to brace himself, as he took her by the waist and nudged his semi-soft cock between the shapely halves of her ass. He bean to rub his dick-head briskly against the silken flesh of her ass, and the feeling aroused them both. Heather was sighing contentedly, and Herb's rod was stiffening by the second.
When his cock was fully hard he began pushing inward. His rod pushed aside the flesh of her ass and her thighs, sticking through and between the lips of her pussy from the rear. Then he tightened his grip on her waist and began to thrust upward. He had the right angle, and up her cunt his tingling prick traveled, as the girl let out a groan of fresh arousal. He began pounding her pussy, ramming his hard pecker in and out of her cunt from the rear. The girl was writhing on her hands and knees on the sofa, wiggling her ass, thrusting backwards with her loins. Gradually, she worked her way towards the edge of the sofa, and Herb helped her off it.
"Hey, let's use Manny's bedroom," the girl suggested.
"Okay by me," the delivery guy said.
They were soon on the big bed, going at it like mad. The redhead had her minidress bunched around her waist; the handsome young guy had nothing on but his shirt. He was in behind her, thrusting his dick between her thighs. He got it up her pussy from the rear, then fucked her for a long time.
Then he decided there was a way to ball her that would be a lot more exciting for both of them. But first, a little of that fine cock-sucking that this redhead was so good at dishing out.
Heather went right along. She helped him off with his shirt and guided him over onto his back on the bed. Then she got quickly over his crotch and began to fiddle with his dick. It was quickly hard, and after she stroked it up and down a few times she slid her moist lips over the tip. The thick rod of flesh filled her mouth, and she was soon sucking away on the thing.
Herb was comfortable enough, but he wanted more action. He pushed the girl over onto her back, rising and getting over her face on his knees. He kept on plunging his dick in and out of her mouth, fucking her face with piston-like power. He felt his rod quiver with an approaching come, and he increased the speed of his wild action. Suddenly, he shot off in her mouth again, and kept on pumping his loins as he filled it was cream.
Herb pulled out, after his last spurt of come went down the girl's gulping throat. She made a contented sound, as she rolled his come around in her mouth, mixing it with her spittle, then swallowing it. This girl just loved the taste of a guy's semen.
As for Herb, he was pooped; he tumbled onto his back. He lay like that for some time, till Heather propped herself up on one arm and began massaging his chest. She still wanted more of his cock, though it was limp and lying against his thigh. She stroked it, taking her time, gradually working it back to hardness. It took a long while, but then his pecker was thickening, the head swelling, the veins filling, and the whole thing beginning to rise.
It was only halfway hard, but that was good enough for the redheaded vixen. Herb stretched himself out on the big bed. Now this was what he had in mind. The girl mounted him, filling her cunt with his dick. Then she began to ride up and down, feeling his rod harden gradually as she did so.
Heather was beginning to work her way around on the dick, till she wound up facing his feet. Then she really went to work, stimulating her clit with the cock-head as she vibrated her whole body up and down. Herb was now wildly turned on, and just lay back to enjoy the whole thing. He felt his balls growing taut again, and knew he had it in him to shoot off one more time. This time he'd blow his wad in her pussy.
The redhead must have sensed he was approaching another come, because she just fucked away faster and faster. She tightened the walls of her pussy to increase the friction on his cock. Up and down she drove her loins, till finally the young guy shot off. She felt it, thrilling to the sensation in her cunt.
She fucked tills she was spent. She'd felt the last of the guy's jism shooting into her cunt, and she was satisfied. The guy lay back glassy-eyed. He was satisfied too.
After they lay together for a long time, the girl jumped up.
"Hey, I got an idea," she said. "Let's you and me live together."
The guy sat up, thought about it for a time, and then he agreed with her.
It was just that simple. Heather packed her bags, got out of Manny King's house and got out of show business too. She'd learned her lesson. As for Manny. When he got home to his empty house, he wasn't all that upset. While he'd been in Hollywood talking business, he'd met this fantastic blonde. And he'd brought her with him up to his beach house in Malibu.
