Brandon thought Sharyn was as sensual as any girl he had ever known, or would ever have the pleasure of knowing. She minded her manners in public, then turned into an unsurpassed wanton behind closed doors, the only girl he had ever known who could carry it off. Of course, he was only twenty and hadn't known that many girls, but he had been around some.
Her charm, wit, and intelligence attracted him in the beginning, then, on their third date, she invited him into her garden of pleasure and hooked him completely.
After a few weeks, Jessica, Sharyn's saucy roommate who exuded sex from every pore of her sensuous body, began openly displaying her interest in him. The notion of having Jessica intrigued him, but he cared too much for Sharyn to frolic with her roommate, or any other girl, so he suggested a trio with Jessica. His reasoning was simple. If Sharyn took part in the fun and games, she could hardly get jealous or accuse him of cheating on her.
Sharyn refused adamantly, but without anger. "My body isn't good enough for another girl to see it," she said, "and it would embarrass me to death for another girl to see me do that. Besides, you said that I'm enough for you."
Yes, he did say that, and he meant it. A threesome with Jessica was different, but how could he explain that to Sharyn? Her logic was typical female and, to her, irrefutable.
"Your body is beautiful," he said, trying flattery to overcome her objections. "Besides, Jessica must see you naked around the apartment. And from the way you talk, it sounds as if you would go for a threesome with another guy."
"Well, that is another matter entirely," Sharyn said sweetly. "Guys don't judge a girl's body the way another girl does."
Her logic was, to her, irrefutable. He tried to get her to do it on his birthday, and she refused with a sweet smile He tried to get her to give it to him as a Christmas present, and she refused again, with a slight frown and not so sweetly.
He got the idea and stopped bringing up the subject. He hadn't gained anything, but neither had he lost anything. He asked her to live with him, and she refused, not quite so adamantly.
"Not now," she said. "Perhaps in a few months, after we know each other a lot better. If I moved in with you now, and then we broke up, I would feel like we were getting a divorce or something."
She often spent the night at his place, but never let him stay overnight at her place, and she rarely let him get too lovey-dovey in her apartment. She would suck face and make out and let him feel her up, but she wouldn't go all the way for fear Jessica would walk in on them. He reminded her that Jessica let guys stay overnight with her, so it wouldn't make any difference to her, but Sharyn wouldn't budge.
The day before his next birthday, Sharyn said she had made reservations for a special dinner, her treat, and that he should call for her about seven. He not only arrived on time, he gave her flowers and candy, even though it was his birthday.
Sharyn met him at the door in a thin robe. "Oh, how sweet," she cooed, accepting the gifts with grace.
She gave him a big smooch, twisted away before he could explore under the robe, and went to get a vase. He sat down to wait, thinking they would leave for dinner right away. She had put on her face, as she called it, and wore her good jewelry, so he assumed she just had to put on her dress and shoes.
She came back into the living room, put a
CD in the player, then stood in front of him, slowly opened the robe, and did a bump and grind. Except for a beautiful, sparkling faux-diamond necklace that accentuated her swan-like neck, her terrific body was naked.
"Wow," he exclaimed, "I thought you went to dress so we could go to dinner."
"Maybe I want you to eat something else first," she said, smiling seductively and licking her lips like a vamp. "Are you in such a hurry to go out?"
"No, but I thought you have reservations."
She turned his words around and played on them. "Not many, not any longer," she giggled. "The wonderful way you make love to me has turned me into a shameless, wanton girl."
He took that as a compliment and missed how prophetic it was. "Thank you, you're an easy girl to love."
She smiled seductively and wiggled again so he could watch her alluring tits bounce and jiggle. It hadn't taken her long to learn his foibles, one of which was how much he liked to watch her tits shake when she climbed on top and rode him into the mattress. Often, she even wore a large pendant that dangled between her big mounds, adding to her allure.
"I thought about you all day," she said, her voice dropping into that huskiness that said she was real horny. "We don't have to hurry," she continued pointedly.
Sometimes, it took him a while to pick up on her subtle signals, but he got that one immediately. How could he miss, with his darling Sharyn giving him a private, risqu' show, doing her best imitation of a bawdy bump and grind? He thought it was a pretty good one, and so did his cock, and he tore at his clothes, not caring how rumpled they looked later.
"Oooh, how beautiful," she breathed, staring at his rampant rod. She paused, leaned over and kissed the tip, then skipped back from his grasping hands. "Hmmmm, tasty, too," she teased.
She gave one last vigorous bump, shucked off her robe and threw it across the room. Giggling with elation, she climbed onto his lap, reached between her legs and got everything arranged to her satisfaction, glued her mouth to his, and sat down, her tongue going down his throat as his cock went up her tight sheath.
She rocked and twisted and bounced, her long red hair swaying in counterpoint, covering and uncovering her passion-laden face, and he pushed her back so he could watch her tits jiggle.
She snickered and bounced a little harder so her tits would jiggle more. "You're incorrigible," she whispered.
"Don't you like for me to watch them?"
"I love it!"
He couldn't let her get away with calling him depraved. He slid his hand into her crotch and tickled her clit, and her eyes widened as she gasped, bucked harder, and spasmed in orgasm. Her tumultuous movements stripped away the last of his resistance and he followed her through the gates of the promised land.
She half-rolled, half-fell to the side and reclined on the couch, an erotic mixture of juice dribbling down the insides of her sexy thighs. "You always make me feel so good," she said, sighing with pleasure.
"I always try," he replied, "which isn't hard to do with someone as exciting and as enticing as you."
"You're so full of bullshit," she giggled, "and I love it." She touched her pussy and shivered. "I'm still flying a little. Lick my clit and make me cum again."
He knelt on the floor between her legs, looking at her pretty red-haired pussy, his cock contentedly limp, sapped of its strength. He thought about suggesting they go to dinner, and quickly discarded the idea in favor of enjoying her as long as she wanted to play.
He teased the erect tip of her right tit, lazily licked a spiral around the sensitive bud, and she sighed and arched her back, the tiny goose bumps all over her rosy areolae a clear sign of her pleasure.
He slithered his tongue down her belly, into her warm slit, and buried his mouth in her succulent box, making her writhe with delight by tickling her delicate clit. He had her well on her way to another climax when he heard a soft, feminine giggle and looked up.
Jessica was home, and she wasn't alone. He was demonstrating his muff-diving technique to her and three girls he'd never met.
CHAPTER TWO
Sharyn shoved Brandon away and looked for something to cover her nakedness. All she found was an inadequate afghan that she draped over her breasts and between her wide-spread legs. "You're home early," she squeaked.
"Flies don't land on you," Jessica quipped as she settled into a reclining rocker facing the sofa. The other two girls stood by the chair with their eyes on Sharyn and Brandon. "The brunette is Carol, the blonde is Janine, and the one hiding over there behind the couch is Emily," Jessica continued. "But don't let us interrupt. Go on with what you're doing."
Sharyn blinked and squeaked, "What?"
"Go ahead," Jessica said, "finish your fun. Coitus interruptus is worse than not getting any. It always jangles my nerves and leaves me in an awful mood."
"Oh, Jessica," Janine giggled, "you always use such big words without knowing their meaning. Coitus interruptus means the guy pulls out before he shoots, and he doesn't have his cock in her."
"Well, whatever," Jessica said, "finish what you started so you won't snap at me every time I turn around."
Sharyn's eyes darted from one girl to the other. "And what will you do, just sit there and watch us?"
"Why not?" Carol said with fake wide-eyed innocence. "You two put on quite a show." She giggled. "Watching you makes my pussy wet."
Something wasn't quite right, but Brandon couldn't put his finger on it. Besides knowing that Sharyn ought to be showing a lot more indignation, he didn't understand what was going on. His cock understood. Five girls were present and, while he had no hope of an orgy developing, anything was possible-good enough reason for his cock to get rock-hard.
Janine looked like a pixie, a character out of Peter Pan, and her cap of close-cropped blonde hair accentuated the comparison. She walked over and knelt for a close-up view of Brandon's swollen tool and reported, "Boy, his cock sure is hard." She reached under him and fondled his cock as she looked at Sharyn and grinned mischievously. "Didn't you fuck him yet?"
"I fucked him," Sharyn said indignantly.
"Well, you're not a very good fuck, or he doesn't like your pussy."
"Bullshit," Sharyn retorted.
The conversation didn't quite ring true to Brandon, and common sense told Brandon that he should curb his lecherous fantasies, but suddenly Janine was lying on her back under him with her mouth around his cock, and his thoughts got so muddled, he could barely remember his own name.
"Janine has a very strong oral fixation," Carol said. "She sucks anything she can get her mouth on."
Carol's words conveyed a strong sexual double meaning. Brandon looked at Sharyn and saw that she also caught it, and still there was no explosion of temper. He grinned.
Sharyn smirked and snapped, "You fantasize that we're all going to fuck you, don't you?"
"Oh, no," Emily blurted, "count me out!" Propriety said she ought to leave, but she didn't want to. She knew Brandon was going to fuck one of them, she had never watched anybody fuck, she might never get another chance, and she was going to stay right there and watch. "I'm married, and I don't fool around."
Brandon shrugged. Janine's mouth took away all desire for a drawn-out conversation about the future, and he was having enough trouble focusing on the short-term.
"Are you going to sit there and let her suck him off?" Carol said.
Emily hoped so. She sidled closer to the back of the couch so she could see Janine's mouth and Brandon's cock.
"Oh," Sharyn huffed, "and just what do you expect me to do? She's taken over, and he isn't objecting."
"You could stop her," Jessica said. She flipped her skirt up and caressed her naked pussy. "He might like to try this instead of letting her empty his balls."
"What the hell do I care?" Sharyn said. "Everything is out of my control now anyway."
Again, Brandon noted the lack of anger in her words. He stared at Jessica. She grinned and spread her legs wide and slowly dragged her middle finger through her hairless slit, parting the lips so he could see her wetness. He looked at Sharyn.
Sharyn shrugged and let the afghan slip to the floor. "Go ahead," she said with insincere resignation. "You've had the hots for her for weeks anyway, so you might as well fuck her."
Emily looked at Jessica's lewd posture and felt juice flood her pussy. There were times when she wished she wasn't married, or at least that she wasn't married to a guy whose idea of fun was having a beer with his buddies, and this was one of them.
Brandon pulled his cock out of Janine's mouth, pointed it at Jessica, and followed it eagerly, knee-walking up between her inviting thighs and impaling her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wiggled her ass full tilt, and the chair rocked in sensuous counterpoint as he fucked her fervently.
"Oh, look what a terrific fucking he's giving Jessica," Carol cried.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brandon saw that Carol and Janine had undressed. Janine's elfish tits were mostly nipple, and Carol's were only slightly smaller than Sharyn's and Jessica's.
Emily drifted around in the background behind the couch, her hand under her dress and her finger on her clit. She didn't want anybody to see what she was doing, but she couldn't stop.
Carol leaned over the chair and thrust her weighty tits in Brandon's face. He licked them sloppily, trying to concentrate on the nipples, but it was hard to do them justice while fucking Jessica so hard.
"Please, girls," Brandon moaned, "you'll have to take turns. I can't do all of you at once."
Sharyn snorted, but her agitation betrayed her desire to do more than watch. Janine dragged her off the couch, fell onto her back on the floor, and Sharyn immediately got over her in reverse. Janine wrapped her short, trim legs lustily around Sharyn's head as Brandon's girl demonstrated that she sucked cunt as well as he did, which surprised the hell out of him. He had no idea that she went both ways.
Emily drifted up behind the couch so she could see better and stared at Sharyn and Janine as they ate each out with gusto. She had never seen two girls do each other, and hadn't expected to see it now, not from these girls. She thought she knew them, which only went to show how wrong someone can be about friends.
Jessica started cumming, her strong cunt muscles clamping tightly around Brandon's cock. Her wild humping and the strong pull of her cunt nearly shattered his control, but he managed to hold back and tumbled away from her and onto Carol.
Carol climbed on top and rode him hard, waving one arm and pitching and heaving and bucking and twisting. All she needed was spurs, and she would have given a bull rider at a rodeo competition. Her tits weren't as large as Sharyn's, but Brandon thought they jiggled prettily all the same.
Carol started cumming and got even wilder, and Brandon groaned out loud, struggling to hold back his own orgasm so he could fuck Janine. He had never experienced such a prolonged, excruciating period of teetering on the brink of ejaculation.
Jessica straddled his head and mashed her pussy to his mouth. He inhaled her intoxicating musk, rubbed his nose against her clit and probed her slit with his tongue, then started lashing her clit.
Jessica came, almost smothering him as she rocked and bounced on his face, Carol humped faster, and he lost it, cumming so hard the force nearly blew Carol off. Jessica rolled onto her side propped her head on her hand and smiled smugly as his chest heaved and he sucked in gulps of air.
Emily leaned against the wall and stared at the raunchy scene on the other side of the couch and came so hard, her knees nearly buckled.
Janine shoved Carol off Brandon, grabbed his cock and sucked it so frantically, he thought she was going to pull it out by the roots. He looked at Sharyn. He couldn't decipher her inscrutable expression, but he could read her actions as she tickled her clit with one dainty finger. To my utter astonishment, his cock was rock hard again.
Janine rolled onto her back, grasped her ankles, spread her legs, and pointed her toes at the ceiling. "Come on, stud," she said, "fuck me the way you fucked Jessica. Don't worry about hurting me, I can take more than you've got."
Brandon climbed into the saddle again and gave her what she so obviously needed. Fucking her was like fucking a china doll, and he didn't worry about holding back this time. When they finished, they were halfway across the room from where they started and his cock looked like a wet noodle when he withdrew and flopped onto his back.
The games ended with all four girls licking and sucking his cock at the same time. He'd never been with two girls at the same time, getting so much attention from four girls was an incredible experience. He wished desperately for another erection, but, as the old saying goes, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
Jessica, Carol, and Janine went to Jessica's bedroom and Emily went home. Brandon lay sprawled out on the floor and Sharyn sat with her back against the couch, her head leaning back, and her eyes closed.
"I wish Emily had joined in," Brandon said. "She's a little chunky, but she looks like she'd be fun, and I bet her tits really shake when she gets on top."
"She probably never gets on top," Sharyn muttered. "I'm not surprised she didn't join in. I don't think she and Josh know what fun is."
"You're pretty devious," he said teasingly.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't try to sound so innocent with me. You planned this, didn't you?"
"I did not," she protested, unconvincingly, "it just happened. I didn't know that Jessica would come home early, or that she would bring company."
"Yeah, I bet," he said drolly. "Anyway, thank you. It was the best birthday present I ever got. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Or should I say exhaustively?"
"I would never have known," she said, trying, and failing, to sound sarcastic. She came more times than he did. "Just don't expect it every year. This was a once in a lifetime event, I assure you."
"I had no idea that you liked to make it with girls," he said.
"I got carried away," she murmured.
"Uh-huh," he said in a tone of voice that said he knew she was lying. "As I recall, you did it more than once with each of them. Your arms must be sore from having them twisted so much."
"Stop teasing me! I got carried away by passion and didn't know what I was doing."
He laughed, started to say that was impossible to tell from the way she acted when they heard the girls in Jessica's room squealing with delight. Sharyn lifted her head and looked at him slyly, and he waggled his eyebrows.
She rolled over and went down on him with gusto. After a few minutes of skillful sucking, she looked up at him and grinned. "Your cock tastes good. Which one did you like best?"
"You," he said quickly.
"No, silly, besides me."
"Let me put it this way. I love pussy, love to play in one, to lavish kisses on it, taste it. I love the way it feels in my hand, in my mouth, and around my cock. I can't find any fault whatsoever with your pussy. It's succulent, just the right size, has such a lovely form, and you use it with consummate skill."
"Now you're teasing me again."
"Well, it's hard to choose. Jessica has the best muscle control, Carol has some wonderful moves, and Janine is so much like a doll that I thought I might break her."
"Then you liked all of them?"
"Yes."
She smiled slyly. "Oh, by the way, happy birthday."
"Thank you."
She returned to her oral task and after several more minutes of loving licks and hearty sucking, got him to the desired state of arousal and rolled onto her back.
"Let's play missionary this time," she whispered, her voice sultry with lascivious hunger.
"Your tits still shake," he teased.
CHAPTER THREE
Mickey felt as out of place as a cat at a dog show, but he needed background material for his next book.
He sat at one end of the bar and surveyed the crowd of young adults. He expected to visit several GenX hangouts during the night, so he nursed his drink sparingly, trying to make it last.
Several people were dancing, but he couldn't figure out who was with whom. Or if anybody was with anybody. It looked more like they were each doing their own thing, and just happened to be on the dance floor together. His generation danced to fast music, but at least they held hands or touched each other once in while.
He looked at the people sitting at the bar, and his gaze passed over a cute young brunette who was getting her ear bent by the guy standing next to her. He looked at the rest of the patrons, then looked at the brunette again. She was obviously young enough to be his daughter, but so were most of the girls in the place. Besides, he was there to gather background material for his next book, not try to score. Forty-year-old men had no ousiness thinking carnal thoughts about girls half their age.
Nevertheless, she was his type of girl, and he kept looking. She was wearing a low-cut sheath, showing lots of cleavage and the upper half of her areolae. If she took a deep breath, he could probably see her nipples. Skinny girls whose ribs showed and whose tits were barely more than nipples didn't turn him on
Cutie-pie's lips were full and painted a rich red, and he liked girls who used make-up. War paint, his daddy called it, and he seldom saw his mother when she wasn't made up. Too Freudian, he told himself, move on to other thoughts.
He looked around the bar, didn't see anything that interested him, and looked at the brunette again. Her mouth fascinated him. Pseudo-liberated feminists seemed to go for the so-called natural look, and since she was wearing lipstick, he concluded that she wasn't a feminist. He didn't know why that made any difference, she was way too young for him. In his opinion, the generation gap was real, and his legs weren't long enough to straddle it.
On the other hand, talking to her might give him a better insight into her generation.
Provided she could carry on an intelligent conversation that wasn't filled with 'you know' and jargon he didn't understand.
He realized that his thoughts were wandering and that he was staring. He started to look away and Cutie-pie caught his eye, then rolled her eyes. For the first time, he noticed that the guy who had been standing on her left was now standing on her right, and she was turned slightly away from him. The young man moved around Cutie-pie to her left and kept bending her ear. She turned to her right, slid off the stool and walked around the end of the bar to where Mickey was sitting.
"If I sit by you," she said, "will you hit on me?"
Her voice was deep and rich and slightly husky, and a faint shiver ran up and down Mickey's backbone. God, he loved girls with sexy voices.
"Do you want me to hit on you?" He didn't think about what he was going to say, it just popped out. Obviously, Freud's ghost was hanging around somewhere close by.
"I guess it did sound that way, didn't it?" She laughed softly and looked directly at him. "I don't know if I want you to hit on me. I've never been with a guy old enough to be my father."
"Then we're even," Mickey said. "I've never been with a girl young enough to be my daughter. My name is Mickey Dodge."
"I know who you are. I saw you at the book store the other day. I even bought your book and got you to autograph it. My name is Sara Oxford, but I guess you don't remember. There were a lot of people there, all clamoring to get your autograph."
"Guilty as charged," he said. "Hello, Sara Oxford."
"Hello, Mickey Dodge. I don't have to call you Mr. Dodge, do I?"
"No, I think we can be informal, considering the circumstances. Are you a reader, Sara? I ask because lots of people your age aren't, except comic books."
"I like books, and I read magazines cover to cover. Do you usually hang out with people half your age?"
"I'm doing research for a book. Some of the characters are Brand Xers, and I need to make them realistic."
"That's Generation X, Mickey." . "Brand X, Generation X, it's all the same to me. I don't know why generations have to have designations anyway.
"You Baby Boomers started it," Sara said.
"No, somebody in the media started it, then ad people picked up on it. I wish they hadn't. May I buy you a drink?"
"What are you drinking, orange juice."
"It's called a Mimosa, a throwback to the Fifties."
"Okay, that still doesn't tell me what it is."
"A mimosa is a tree that has yellow blossoms and grows in warm climates. It's a seasonal drink, and since it's yellow, it's named after the tree." It wasn't a seasonal drink, but he was spinning a yarn, and it sounded good.
"Okay, I'll play the straight line. Why is it seasonal?"
"During certain early Fall, the tree is loaded with fuzzy yellow worms. They're collected in big buckets, like cherries or something, and mixed with champagne. Actually, it isn't too bad. Would you like to try one?"
"You're putting me on," she said.
"I would if I could," he said drolly.
She laughed gaily. "I know what that means, but I don't think I've ever heard it put that way. Sure, why not? I feel adventurous tonight."
"I like your laugh, but I don't know if you want me to order you a drink or put you on."
She put her hand on his upper arm and squeezed gently. "Order me a drink."
Mickey motioned the bartender over and ordered, and they sat in comfortable, mutual silence until it was served.
Sara took a sip and said, "Actually, it isn't too bad, for smashed fuzzy yellow worms. Now, tell me what's really in it."
"Champagne and orange juice."
"I didn't think your generation had a sense of humor. At least, that's what I've heard."
"I've heard the same thing about your generation. That's a generalization, and like most generalizations, it's incorrect. I not only have a sense of humor, I can actually laugh."
"You're funny," she chuckled, "and very refreshing."
"How's that?"
"I don't know why a guy can't just introduce himself and tell a girl she's pretty, or that he loses his breath just looking at her. Why all the bullshit about a sign, or how important he is?"
"I don't know," he said, "I'm not an expert on picking up girls."
She smiled. "But I don't think you do without. A guy could even say he wants to get to know the girl better. It doesn't have to be true, but a girl wants a guy to notice her, not launch into a long-winded spiel about how great he is. The good ones show you how good they are. Hell, I'd be flattered if a guy just walked up and told me that I look good enough to eat. I'd probably give him a chance to prove it." She paused and took a sip of her drink. "I'm sorry. I just had to get it off my chest."
He didn't take her little tirade as a personal rebuke. If anything, it encouraged him, let him know she wanted him to make a move on her.
"You still have a lot left on your chest," he chuckled, "and it looks mighty good to me. Your mouth fascinates me."
She smiled coyly. Her tongue made a long, slow trek around her sensuous lips, and shivers crawled up and down his spine.
"Do you like to dance? The music isn't what you usually listen to, I'm sure, but the beat is close enough."
He took her hand and her miniskirt rode up, showing lots of shapely thigh, when she slid off the stool. She grinned, smoothed her skirt and followed him to the dance floor. They danced a couple of fast numbers, then a slow number played and she slid easily into his arms and followed his steps smoothly.
"Well," he said softly, "this is a surprise."
"Didn't you hear, ballroom dancing is coming back?
"Yeah, retro is a way of life. What's old is new, and if you wait long enough, it comes back into style. But that doesn't explain how you know ballroom dancing."
"My grandmother taught me when I was a kid," Sara said. "She also taught me to play the piano. At the time, I hated both, but now I'm glad she did."
She danced the way he liked, sometimes riding his leg, sometimes grinding her mound against his crotch, and always trying to bore holes in his chest with her fat, very hard nipples. By the time the song ended, he was ready to explode. The next number was slow, and they stayed on the nearly deserted floor.
"Have you ever been married, Mickey?"
"How do you know I'm not married now?"
"I told you, I read everything. The dust jacket on your book listed a short bio, and it didn't mention a wife."
"Yeah, I was married once, a long time ago. We met and married in college, then after a couple years realized it was more lust than love and parted on good terms. We were still in college and didn't have anything of value to divide up, so it wasn't much of a hassle."
"What happened to her?"
"The last I heard, she had been married five times, including once to a rich South American playboy. She got enough from him to live happily ever after, and moved to Europe. Probably to find another rich playboy."
"Five husbands is a lot," Sara said.
"Yeah, but she had this quirky way of looking at life, thought she had to marry a guy if she went to bed with him. Once she was married, however, she seldom met a man she wouldn't go to bed with. How about you, you ever been married?"
"No, and I'm not married now," she said.
"Someday, maybe I'll meet Mr. Right and settle down, but I'm in no hurry. If I have a biological clock, it certainly isn't ticking. Does my mouth really fascinate you?"
He had to shift mental gears to keep up with her change of direction. "Yes," he said softly.
"Writers know everything, so I'm sure you know why women paint their lips."
"Writers don't know everything," he chuckled, "but I do know one version of why women paint their lips. Tell me your version."
"A long time ago, Egyptian prostitutes painted the lips of their pussies red to draw attention to them, then they started painting their mouths red to remind guys of a pussy and advertise their profession."
"Ironic, isn't it," he said, "how many things we do today that started as something entirely different? For example, in Medieval times, people shaved their heads to get rid of lice and wore wigs to cover their bald pates. Perfume got its start at the same time because people didn't bathe, and they had to cover up the stink somehow."
"And men were the first ones to wear high heels and frilly clothes," she said. "Now, they wouldn't be caught dead in either one."
"Well, you do read, don't you?"
She snuggled a little closer and whispered, "When I get hot, my lipstick melts and leaves bright red smears all over everything I kiss."
"You don't say," he stammered.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I don't want to dance any more," she said. "Do you have a car?"
He couldn't read her, didn't know if she simply wanted a ride home, or something more. Suddenly, his cock was telling him that her age didn't matter, and he wished he knew more about her generation.
"Yes, but I took a cab tonight," he said. "I don't drink and drive, and I didn't know how much drinking I would have to do before I finished my research."
"Sensible, but I hope it doesn't mean that you're overly cautious. Are you finished with your research?"
"No, but talking to you is research, and there's always tomorrow."
"I came with my girlfriend, so we'll have to take a cab to my place."
"We can go to my place," Mickey said. "It isn't the usual bachelor pad with dirty clothes and pizza boxes strewn all over the place. It's a house, actually, that I keep very neat and clean, and I've got a swimming pool and Jacuzzi. Hell, I even keep the grass cut and the bushes trimmed."
"Well, we do have something in common," she quipped, "we both trim bushes. I won't go to your place until I know you better. If things don't go right, I'd rather throw you out than try to get away from you."
"As long as you don't live in the wilds of Wyoming or out on the plains by the Kansas border, I can handle it."
"Just across town, dear," she said, smiling sweetly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sara put her hand on the inside of Mickey's thigh, just below the head of his half-tumescent cock and said, "I've got a roommate, Mickey. She's only eighteen and kind of flaky, but she's a nice girl."
His heart sank and his eyes lost their luster. This girl qualified as a first class tease, and the thought of going home in such an agitated state nauseated him.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way," she chuckled. "She's a friend from high school. She had to leave home, but she had no place to go and no job, so I let her live with me, enrolled her in the junior college and helped her find a part-time job."
"What you're saying is, you're supporting her and sort of standing in for her mother."
"Well, I'm supporting her, I guess, since I feed her and she doesn't pay rent, but I'm definitely not standing in for her mother. That's why she had to leave home."
"Her mother was jealous of her, huh?"
"Yeah, she's very sexy and so pretty, and far too trusting sometimes."
"Freud's ghost is all over the place," he muttered. "So, does that make me the odd man out?"
"Oh, no," Sara said quickly. "She won't get in the way."
He breathed an audible sigh of relief, dragged her around and kissed her hard enough to rub all the lipstick off her sensuous lips. She returned the kiss with equal passion and lots of tongue, clinging to him like a leech until the taxi stopped. She untangled herself, grabbed his hand, and literally dragged him inside the building and up the stairs.
A tall, lithesome girl wearing headphones was doing step-aerobics in the nude, her long blonde hair swinging and her pert tits jiggling. A few feet away, another naked girl, this one a pixie with close-cropped blonde hair, was doing crunches, flashing her naked pussy every time she lifted her knees.
"Hi, Janine," Sara said as she crossed to the other girl and kissed her on the lips, then lifted the headphones and draped them around the girl's neck. "Hannah, that handsome guy standing over there ogling you is Mickey Dodge, the author. Go over and say hello, then go take your shower and paint your toenails or something."
Janine threw her legs apart, did a fluid backward somersault and a split, then stood and grinned. "Hi, Mickey Dodge, I'm Janine. Are you really an author?"
"Afraid so," Mickey replied.
"Well, I don't read much, but I'm sure you must be famous or Sara wouldn't have said what you do." She put on a sweatsuit, then sat on the couch and put on her sneakers without socks. "Well, I'll see you guys later. Have fun."
Hannah held out her hand and said, "Hi, Mickey Dodge, I'm Hannah Petrosky, Sara's roommate. Are you going to use the couch or the bed?"
Mickey shook her hand and said, "Hello, Hannah. You'd better ask Sara. I'm just a visitor."
"The bed, honey," Sara said. "You run along now." She slithered into Mickey's arms and gazed into his eyes and arched one eyebrow. "Would you like a drink?"
"Do you have any crushed fuzzy yellow worms?"
"Not a one," she laughed.
"Then let's skip it." He slid his hands under her jaunty ass and pulled her crotch up to his. "I'd much rather have you anyway."
"Mmmmm, you and I speak the same language, in spite of the generation gap."
He embraced her and kissed her full, lush lips. He liked kissing her. Her hot mouth tasted of the unique musk a girl gets when she's genuinely turned on. She put her hands on his cheeks and looked up at him, lust showing clearly in her eyes. His heart beat like a trip hammer, and he could feel the drumbeat of his pulse all the way to the tip of his prick.
He scooped her tits out of her dress and rubbed his palms over the stiff nipples. She pushed her chest out proudly, her tits were swollen with desire, her thick, erect nipples sitting in pinkish brown circles on her large ivory mounds. His cock fattened and twitched with excitement, a hard, throbbing hunk of flesh. She smiled and rubbed her hand over the stiff column of meat, making it swell even more.
"You're so beautiful and sensual," he said huskily. "You look so damned sexy with your lovely tits sticking out of the top of your dress that way."
She chuckled and squeezed his cock through his pants, aware of what sensual women down through the ages inherently know when they reach sexual maturity, and sometimes even before that. A woman's body, the promises it holds, has the potential of awesome power over men. Women who use the knowledge the wrong way might get what they want, but they also destroy men. Women who use it properly get what they want time and time again, so she took care never to use it improperly.
Her loveliness hit him like a punch in the belly, her long, thick brown hair spilling over her shoulders, her big tits standing high and firm, her fat pink nipples protruding arrogantly from the fleshy white mounds, and his blood raced. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered. "I love to look at you."
She swelled with pride and snickered. "Even if I am a Brand Xer, huh?" She kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm glad you do," she said softly, "I get the shivers when you look at me that way."
He leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue around the circumference of one of her tumescent nipples, then took as much of the firm mound as he could into his mouth and sucked tenderly on the tender bud of tit flesh.
She arched her chest and forced more of her tasty tit into his mouth, then backed away. "My bedroom's down the hall, last door on the right. I'll join you in a few minutes."
The generation gap was very prevalent. When he was younger, getting girls wasn't too hard. It hadn't been a lay down, by any means, but it was easier than it was now. He'd been working on the idea mentally, but still hadn't come up with a reasonable explanation why girls who loved sex when they were young were so hard to seduce when they got older.
Sara reminded him of the girls he bedded when he was her age, upfront and straightforward. If she liked you, she would not only spread for you, she would participate fully and expect as much pleasure as she gave. Maybe bedding a girl half his age wasn't going to be so bad after all. If he could just forget Freud.
He flipped on the light switch in the bedroom and looked around. There were low-wattage pink bulbs in the lamps by the bed, the bed was a four-poster with a pink canopy, and the bedspread was a darker shade of pink. Well, what did he expect? It was a girl's bedroom. The sheets were probably pink, too, not that it made any difference to him. A feminine, bedroom didn't affect his masculinity any more than a field of daisies would.
He undressed and draped his clothes over the back of the one chair, and looked around as Hannah sauntered into the room, still naked.
"Nice cock," she said softly, reaching out and hefting his cock and holding it across her palm. "Sara is going to like riding it. She-likes all cocks, but big ones really turn her on."
She smelled slightly of sweat and musk, like a girl in heat. The odor heightened his carnal senses, and his cock twitched. She snickered and left the room, and he was sure she exaggerated the swing of her trim ass. He figured that she and Sara had a rule about not poaching each other's men, but it didn't extend to checking out the merchandise.
Sara appeared in the door, back-lighted by the light from the hall, and the shadows lent an air of mystery to her delta of Venus. Swinging free, her large tits looked so captivating, and he stopped thinking about anything but the sublime loveliness of the naked female body. His prized possession felt the same way.
Sara crossed the room slowly, gliding along with a seductive, fluid grace, and walked directly up to him and openly looked him over. His chest was well-muscled and not too hairy, which pleased her. Guys who looked like apes turned her off. She hefted his cock the same way Hannah had and slid her palm slowly up and down the underside.
"Well, that's a good start," she said softly, fondling his jutting cock with both hands, feeling an overwhelming urge to have the marvelous tool in her mouth. "Ummm, your cock is so hard. That's a big compliment to me. I love big, hot silky cocks."
"Yeah, that's what Hannah said," he murmured.
"Little nymph," Sara chuckled.
"She isn't so little."
"No, but she's still a nymph. Sometimes, I don't know what I'm going to do with her. Do you eat pussy?"
Now that they were down to the nitty-gritty, he felt more comfortable with the situation. "Unless you're an iceberg, or don't have a clit, you won't be disappointed."
"I've heard that line before. I'm not frigid and I have a very nice clit, thank you."
"I'm sure you've heard that line many times. You have the kind of body and aura that makes men salivate. You like to fuck, don't you?"
"Chances are, you haven't had a better piece of ass in a long time."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"A word of warning," she said.
"And that is?"
"If you're not as good as you say, your balls belong to me. I'll hang them on the wall along with my other trophies."
He made a pretense of checking the walls before replying. "Fair enough," he said with a wry grin.
She held onto his cock and sat on the bed, and he had no choice but to sit beside her. He kissed the nape of her neck as one of his hands slipped between her legs and drew tiny circles on her inner thigh with the tips of his finger, his hand moving up slowly, heading for her silky crotch. Her lush, feminine curves made his blood race. He gently pushed her legs apart and looked at the thicket of blonde hair covering her plump mound. The thick, puffy lips of her pussy peeked out at him.
He never assumed he would fuck a girl a second time, no matter how well he satisfied her the first time. Getting his cock in her once gave him no future rights, so he always made the most of his initial foray between her legs.
She leaned back on her hands and spread her legs as his hand reached her pussy and he played with the meaty lips. "Mmmmmm, I like that," she murmured.
He looked at the junction of her shapely thighs, at the well-groomed patch of brown hair cut in an upside down trapezoid with the narrow end at the top of her slit. "I see what you mean about trimming bushes," he chuckled. He pressed her meaty mound with the tips of his fingers. "Your mound is so plump and springy."
"And?"
"I like plump mounds, and your pussy looks so debonair."
"My, you're simply full of fine words, aren't you? You probably tell girls who don't trim their bushes that you like them best, but I like the compliment anyway.
"No," he replied quickly, "if I can't tell a girl the truth, I don't say anything. You're so beautiful, so seductive, so sexy. I like to look at you."
She tilted her head and opened her mouth and he ran the tip of his tongue over her lips, then kissed her firmly, and her tongue shot into his mouth. He felt the punch of the kiss in the ends of his toes, and a fidgety, electrifying tension filled his belly and tightened his balls.
He kneaded one of her fleshy tit mounds, and her fat nipple hardened under his palm. He ran the tip of his middle finger up and down her creamy slit, and she bit his tongue lightly as his finger entered her glory hole. He fucked her mouth with his tongue as he finger-fucked her, and she hunched at his hand, rocking her hips up and down and moaning softly.
He eased his finger out of her hole and scratched her erect love button lightly with a fingernail. Pleasure and excitement shot to every part of her body, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her tits against his chest as she climaxed.
She broke the kiss and licked his lips lovingly, her eyes sparkling with stimulation, her body filled with avid anticipation that reminded her how much she liked sex. "When somebody plays with my pussy, I get all gooey inside, and I really like the way you finger-fucked me. Sometimes, too often, a guy will stop before I cum."
"How about girls, do they stop too soon?"
"Not usually," she giggled.
He kissed the top of her left leg, from her ankle to the top of her thigh, licked her taut belly, then kissed the top of her right leg down to her ankle. He pushed her back on the bed and slid his hands under her ass and licked her crotch affectionately, then pressed his lips to her hairless nether mouth, thrust his tongue into her hole and licked the walls of her cunt.
She sucked in her breath sharply, then whimpered and panted as he scrubbed her clit with his tongue. "Oh, fuck, that feels terrific," she muttered softly.
She humped her ass gently as the erotic tension built relentlessly in her body. She enjoyed the prelude to a climax, liked for it to last a long time, but he had a very talented tongue and she knew she was soon going to blow wide open. She pushed herself up on her left arm and put her right hand behind his head and pulled his mouth tighter to her pussy, humping and twisting her ass faster as her passion amplified by leaps and bounds.
CHAPTER FIVE
The bubble of tension welling up in Sara's cunt burst and a river of juice flooded down the length of her channel and into Mickey's mouth. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," she gasped, stating the obvious.
He cupped his tongue, swallowed her cream and sucked for more, tickled her clit and fucked her with his tongue until her tremors decreased, then covered her slick box with a hot, tender kiss.
He got up on his knees and leaned over and kissed her, giving her a good, thrilling taste of her pussy. She inhaled deeply, stretching her elegant tits, then smiled seductively and licked her lips slowly.
He grinned and said, "Well?"
She touched her pussy and smiled. "I think this is going to work out beautifully," she said softly. "The way you eat pussy is very thoughtful, and I like thoughtful guys."
"Do I know you well enough to tell you what
I'm thinking right now without embarrassing you?"
"Try me, I'm a pretty broad-minded girl, and I can't think of anything you could think or do that would embarrass me."
"That covers a lot of ground."
She looked him straight in the eye. "Try me, I can be as kinky as any girl you've ever met," she said, her husky, seductive voice dropping an octave.
"I was thinking how much fun it would be to fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass, and your tits."
"That covers a lot of ground," she laughed, parroting him. "You probably don't have enough stamina to fuck me in all those places tonight, so you'd better pick one or two and concentrate on them."
She pushed him onto his back and slithered on top of him, her satiny skin whispering faintly against his as she stretched out full length. Her firm, stiff-nippled mounds dug into his chest and her toes did a little dance along his shins, and his prick throbbed and punched her flat belly.
She writhed and squirmed and giggled softly. "I'm so glad you came home with me," she whispered, her voice filled with eroticism and intimacy.
"I haven't cum yet," he said, "but I'm sure you know just how to take care of it. You're so vibrant and sexy."
"Do you still think I'm too young?"
"A stiff cock doesn't know anything about age," he laughed.
"Well, you do have a sense of humor." Her body burned with carnal zest as she kissed him and plunged her tongue into his mouth and reached between her legs, squeezed his cock, and moaned with exhilaration, then sat up and looked at her tits. "God, my nipples are so hard!" She leaned over and her large tits swung down and buried his face. She shook her chest and the plush mounds pummeled his cheeks gently. Her pussy had leaked so much, she knew the lips were dripping. She got on her knees over his face and showed him how excited she was. "like the view?" she said teasingly.
"Love it," he said.
"Displaying myself so brazenly makes me feel so wanton," she whispered. She shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her lush body.
"You mesmerize me. The lips of your pussy are so wet, it makes my mouth water."
"Hold that thought," she said, "I want to suck your cock."
He rolled her over and sat on her chest. "There you go, show me how good your mouth is."
"You've never fucked a better one."
"You talk too much."
She put her hands under his ass and pulled him up further and stuck out her tongue and licked his balls, sucked each one, then balanced them on her tongue. His passion surged as she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his prick.
"Suck it," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, yes, yes."
She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her cheeks and lips, and he grunted when she guided his dick to her mouth and surrounded the head with her warm, wet lips. The mouthful of pulsating prick thrilled her, and she sucked the blood-gorged knob enthusiastically. Waves of pleasure raced through him, and he grunted out loud.
She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "I love to suck cock," she said softly, "and I know that I do it well." She stuck out her tongue and licked the glistening knob. "Every guy has some special little way he-likes his cock sucked, so don't be shy about telling me what you want."
"You're doing just fine, baby, just fine indeed."
She put his cock back in her mouth and sucked it lovingly as she slowly lifted her head to let about half of his shaft slide between her lips and reached up with her left hand to fondle his balls.
"Good cocksucker," he muttered.
Abruptly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and backed away.
She looked at him in surprise. "Don't take it away from me," she whimpered. She tightened her grip on his cock and tried to pull it back to her mouth. "Let me suck you some more."-
"Let's do each other at the same time."
He turned around and straddled her in reverse, his head poised over her plump mound and his cock dangling over her sexy mouth. He leaned forward and buried his mouth in her juicy slit, and she guided his prick back to her mouth with a contented purr and rubbed the pulsing head against the roof of her mouth as it slipped deep into her gullet.
The subtle aroma of her hot twat filled his nostrils, intoxicating him as he gave her slit a loving kiss, then put his arms between her legs and pushed them back, rolling her ass up as he spread her legs and opened her crotch wide. He tickled the tip of his tongue along the outer lips, put his fingers on each side of her slit, separated the thick lips and gazed at the dazzling coral interior. Beginning at the top of her slit, just above her clit, he licked down to her ass-hole, tickled the puckered orifice, then licked her gash once more. As he expected, her pussy r
I tasted marvelous, and again and again, his broad, flat tongue made a slow, sensuous journey through her savory slot.
She wiggled her hips when his lips pressed against her pussy, and each time his tongue passed over her clit, her ass jiggled. She writhed more vigorously when he tongued her ass-hole. After a few minutes of his lascivious licking, her hips were corkscrewing and lurching dynamically and gyrating wildly in response to his busy tongue. She had to fight to keep from losing her grip on reality as she floated in an erotic dream world, his expert tonguing pushing her closer and closer to the peak of passion.
Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his clever tongue washed her pussy and she sucked his cock eagerly, gustily, letting his reaction to her cocksucking guide her, trying to concentrate on the mouthful of hard male meat. Suddenly, she moaned deep in her throat and sucked harder and her writhing became tumultuous as a tornado of orgasm swirled out of the innermost recesses of her cunt, wrenching her guts and shattering her mind.
He finger-fucked her with two fingers in her cunt and licked her clit lickety-split and she twisted and heaved so hard, she wiggled across the bed. He scooted along with her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her hot snatch and licking her clitoris with a speeding tongue.
Her mouth felt like a powerful vacuum cleaner around his cock. He intended to suck her off, then mount her, but she wouldn't stop cumming. He fought his way out of her clutching hands and mouth and spun around, and she lay with her legs straight up in the air, bucking and bouncing wildly.
"Slow down," he panted. "I want to fuck you."
She stopped bucking and spread her raised legs and her cunt winked invitingly at him. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down the length of her slit and massaged her clit with the rubbery knob. She moaned out loud and stared at him with hot, passionate eyes as he slipped the head of his prong between her gaping cunt lips. His knob easily parted the tight walls of her hot, wet channel, and he lunged forward and banged his prick in to the hilt.
She moaned louder and dug her nails into his biceps. "God, you cock feels wonderful," she gasped.
"Outstanding cunt," he groaned, "so tight and hot."
He reared back and slammed his rod into her, fucking her hard and fast, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her cunt up to meet his incoming cock, taking him to the hilt. He was impressed. She genuinely knew how to fuck. Some girls just lay there and did nothing, unable to come to grips with their emotions, but this one took an active part. She was both refreshing and encouraging.
Her tits jiggled enticingly as he repeatedly plunged the full length of his prick in and out her slick sheath. She stared at him with hot eyes and soared higher, to the rarefied heights of carnal excitement, bucking wildly beneath him, gasping for breath as the glorious friction of his cock turned her inside out, his balls slapping against her ass as she fucked back at him, her head swimming and her nerves jangling.
Then she came, and her cunt felt like it was bursting wide open. Her juice lubricated his driving cock, smoothing the way as he fucked her vigorously. Her cunt overflowed and juice oozed out of her pulsating pussy lips and ran down the cheeks of her ass, leaving shiny little snail trails. She bucked and writhed and raked his arms with her fingernails and tossed her head from side to side like she was trying to shake it loose.
He fucked her harder and faster, driving his cock in and out of her juicing sheath, breathing hard, straining with the effort of fucking her through her orgasm. She was cumming so hard, he wondered if she would ever stop. Her face contorted with carnal passion and her body bounced and bucked hard. He had never felt such wildly clasping cunt muscles.
"Cum in me," she gasped.
"Any second," he grunted.
Hanging onto her hips, he rammed his raging prick all the way home. She let out a piercing wail, dropped her feet to the bed, and fucked back at him with hard, impetuous lunges, and all he had to do was hang on. All he could do was hang on. Staying in her saddle was like trying to ride a bucking bronco.
She shivered and jerked, twisted and twirled her hips and clutched his cock in the vise inside her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his upper back, clung to him like a leech, and fucked him for all she was worth, her wails becoming louder, longer and deeper. The string of orgasms turned into one massive explosion, her cunt clamped tightly around his cock, and she got even wilder.
He stayed with her as best he could, plundering her pussy vigorous, then felt the tip of a finger gliding along the crack of his ass. He punched his prick all the way into Sara and stopped.
"I want to eat her pussy," Hannah said.
CHAPTER SIX
Sara peeked over Mickey's shoulder at Hannah kneeling behind him, idly running her finger up and down the crack of his ass. "Oh, honey, you ate my pussy before I went out tonight."
"I know, but I want to eat it again, right now."
"Oh, honey," Sara said, "do you have to interrupt right now, just when he was fucking me senseless?"
"I think it was mutual," Mickey chuckled.
"Mickey, do you mind dear? It won't take long, then we can get back to what we were doing."
"No, I don't mind," Mickey replied, rolling over and sitting with his back against the headboard. "I need to catch my breath anyway, and I like to watch a girl eat pussy."
"You'll like the way I do it," Hannah said. "I'm real good."
Sara scootched up with her back against the headboard and said, "Okay, you got your way again, you cunt-sucking little bitch, so come on and do it."
"Sara, that's no way to talk to her," Mickey said. "I know I'm a stranger and I'm butting in, but you shouldn't call her a bitch."
"Honey," Sara said, "tell him what you are."
"I'm a cuntsucking little bitch," Hannah giggled. "I like to fuck, too, but I really like to suck cunt."
Mickey shook his head and chuckled. "Okay, I'll stay out of it."
"Maybe not," Sara said. "You can never tell what might happen with us."
"A threesome is so much fun if you do it right," Hannah said.
Sara rubbed her pussy and melted Mickey's heart with a tantalizing smile. "I've got an exhibitionist streak about a yard wide, honey. I really get turned on when someone watches me fuck."
Mickey put his hand on her leg and squeezed gently. "If you get any more turned on, you'll fuck me blind," he chuckled.
"Naw, just until you need glasses," Sara laughed.
Hannah's nipples grazed Sara's chest as she leaned over, and Sara reached up and fondled her saucy tits, one in each hand. Hannah held Sara's head between her hands and kissed her passionately and snaked her tongue into Sara's mouth, then broke the kiss and slithered backward.
"Enough sucking face," she giggled, "I want to suck cunt."
Sara dug in her heels and let her knees fall to the sides, opening her crotch wide, and hunched her pussy at Hannah's mouth. Hannah leaned over and mashed her mouth to Sara's mound, wet lips to wet lips. The contact filled her with arousing pleasure, and she filled her mouth with hot twat and poked her tongue in Sara's cunt-hole.
Mickey gazed at Hannah's head between Sara's thighs with hot eyes as he reached over and cupped Sara's tit, caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently.
"God, that really gets to me," Sara moaned.
Mickey chuckled and rolled her nipple a little harder. "Is there anything that doesn't get to you?"
"Not very fucking much," Sara breathed.
Hannah pulled her tongue out of Sara's creamy hole and slid it up her gash to her clit, and her entire being lit up with lust as she busily lashed Sara's bud of hard, sensitive flesh.
Sara was a fast cummer. She vibrated her cunt on Hannah's mouth, and seconds later, she was screaming out loud as her orgasm tore through her. She screamed louder when Mickey twisted her nipple. Hannah's energetic tongue left Sara's clit and went deep into her pussy, and her lively cunt squeezed the girl's invading tongue and tugged on it frantically.
Hannah withdrew her tongue and her greedy mouth sucked up the copious flow of girl juice gushing from Sara's hot hole. Sara reached down with both hands and spread her puffy pink pussy lips. Hannah's tongue slithered back up her fiery slit to her fat, stiffly erect clit, and Sara bucked and twitched from the tongue lashing, cumming again and again.
After what seemed to her like an eternity, the golden sensations began to subside and Sara looked at Mickey. "Do you want to fuck her, baby? Go ahead, take her from the rear. If I know her, she's going to keep sucking my cunt until I force her away, and I'm not ready to."
Mickey didn't fall off a turnip truck. He scooted around behind Hannah, his aching cock swaying like the trunk of a tree. He put his hands on her trim ass and leaned over and licked her slit. She snorted into Sara's pussy and rocked back at him, and he spread her buttocks and licked from the top of her ass crack to her clit.
"Honey, if you want to fuck her in the ass," Sara said, "I'll give you some lube."
"I think I'll just fuck her pussy," Mickey said. "It looks wet enough."
"Oh, honey, her pussy is always wet," Sara laughed.
Mickey put just the head of his cock in
Hannah's cunt, and she sighed audibly and wiggled her ass, the anticipation of taking all of his long, fat cock arousing her.
"I like to fuck this way," Hannah murmured against Sara's pussy.
"You like to fuck any way you can get it," Sara chuckled.
Mickey held onto Hannah's slender hips and gave her a couple inches of his throbbing dick, and she sighed out loud again, anxious for him to impale her on his hard cock and fuck her brains out. He banged the rest of his rod into the clinging, velvety depths of her cunt, and she grunted from the force of his thrust.
"Damn, she's tight," Mickey muttered.
"I'm only eighteen, honey," Hannah giggled, "and you're only the third guy to fuck me."
Mickey left his aching cock soak in Hannah's heavenly hole a few moments. Her channel felt like an oven, and flames licked along the length of his aching cock and sparked the smoldering coals in his balls.
Hannah traced the outline of Sara's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue and wiggled her ass. Mickey's splendid dick thrilled her to the core, and the hot, eager muscles of her cunt tugged on the head.
Nothing excited him quite like watching a girl suck pussy, and he peered over Hannah's shoulder at the salacious sight Sara presented, all sprawled out with Hannah's head between her legs. The pressure of Hannah's hot twat and twitching muscles reminded him that he had another mission at the moment, and he held onto her hips and fucked her slowly.
"Hmmm, your pussy tastes so good," Hannah murmured. "I love to eat you."
"You're a fantastic fuck," Mickey said hoarsely. "Your cunt's as tight as a glove."
Sara put her hand behind Hannah's head and growled, "Suck my cunt, you horny bitch! Lick my clit and get me off!"
Hannah plunged her tongue deep into Sara's burning cunt, her heart pounding fiercely as the wet essence covered her lips and tongue. The similarity between the way her tongue was fucking Sara's cunt and the way Mickey's cock was fucking her cunt thrilled her. It felt as if his cock was reaching all the way through her to delve into Sara's hole.
"That's the way, bitch," Sara hissed. "You're getting me good. Keep sucking, and I'll cum for you."
Hannah riveted her attention on her mentor's cunt, immersing herself in the delicious, juicy flesh, alternately probing the quivering walls with her tongue and lavishing frantic suction on Sara's clitoris.
Sara jerked and bucked and twitched, pleasing Hannah with her response. She loved it when
Sara rewarded her efforts with a marvelous climax. Mickey was fucking her magnificently, and her own climax began to bubble deep in her cunt.
Sara churned wildly beneath Hannah's probing lips and tongue, gasping and contracting her cunt with ecstasy. Her orgasm was very close, and she tensed in preparation for the glorious explosion. "I'm ready to cum, bitch," she whispered. "Stick your finger in my cunt, finger-fuck me and lick my clit!"
Mickey picked up the pace, fucking deep, slamming his prick to the hilt in Hannah's cunt with each mighty thrust. His volley of fast thrusts drove her wild, and she shoved her ass back at him, urging him on, grunting hard with each jab. Her head swirled in a sea of passion, generated by Mickey's flurry of glorious fucking and Sara's delicious fuck juice.
Sara was the first to climax, and her lusty bellows of fulfillment rattled the windows. "That's it, bitch," she wailed, "oh, fuck, that's it! Suck my cunt, you horny bitch, suck it good!"
Hannah joined the cum party, her orgasm hitting her like a thunderbolt. She soared into oblivion, spiraling up into the vortex of her climax, Sara's fleshy cunt muffling her cries of joy-
"Don't stop, you cunt sucking bitch," Sara hissed, "I want to cum again!"
Hannah's clung to Sara's ass, kept her mouth glued to the brunette's pussy, seized Sara's swollen love button firmly between her lips and battered it with her tongue.
"Oh, you beautiful cunt-sucking bitch," Sara wailed. "You really know how to suck cunt! Keep it up, bitch!" She grabbed Hannah's head and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Make me cum again!"
Hannah's urgent hunger dissolved abruptly. She lifted her and licked her lips and sighed with total contentment. "I love to suck your sweet pussy," she said.
"You've got a wicked tongue, girl," Sara said.
"You taught me everything I know," Hannah laughed. Her face suddenly got serious, and she said, "Mickey's still fucking me. He hasn't cum yet."
"Move over and let him finish with me," Sara said, pushing on Hannah's shoulders.
Hannah rolled away and Mickey shuffled forward and jabbed his cock into Sara's pussy, and fucked her with short, rapid strokes, then slammed into her hard and thick jets of jism shot into the depths of her spastic sex channel.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hannah was just getting started. She grabbed Mickey and threw him on his back and got on her hands and knees between his legs, and her tongue snaked out and the tip curled around the knob of his stiff cock, making it glisten and shine in the dim pink light.
Mickey sat up and watched the horny girl. She looked so tantalizing on her knees with her ass in the air and her tits jiggling as she licked his prick all over.
Sara leaned over and put her hand on Mickey's shoulder and watched her roomie with radiant eyes. "She's got magic in her tongue," she said softly. "You're cock is already getting hard again."
"Yeah, and I'm sure it's more surprising to me than to you," he replied.
"Oh, honey, it doesn't surprise me at all," Sara chuckled.
Hannah swallowed Mickey's stiffening rod, slowly lowering her head, eagerly taking the many inches he had to offer her, until her lips touched his groin.
"Damn, she. swallowed the whole fucking thing," Mickey whispered, his voice laced with passion.
"She knows how to do more than suck pussy, honey," Sara said.
Hannah gurgled with exuberance and bobbed her head up and down, twisting it all around, breathing hard as she got more and more turned on. She gobbled his cock with gusto, scraped it with her teeth, teased his balls with delicate fingers, doing everything she could think of to make her cocksucking as exciting as possible, then abruptly lifted her head and grinned.
"God, your cock feels good in my mouth," she said. "Promise that you'll give me a drink of your cum before you go home."
"Whatever you want, baby," Mickey said.
Hannah knelt over him with her hot twat inches from his face and spread the lips to reveal the luscious pink interior. "How does that look?"
"Good enough to eat," Mickey chuckled, gazing into her exquisite crevice. "I like to put my tongue in sweet holes."
"That's what I like to hear, honey," Hannah giggled. She grabbed his hands and put them on her tits. "Play with my tits while you suck me off."
He kneaded her saucy tits as he mashed his lips into the gooey gash between her shapely thighs and thrust his tongue into her dripping channel, filling her with carnal pleasure. The stimulating penetration made her suck in her breath sharply, and she ground her twat on his face and leaned forward, pressing her fleshy tits against his strong hands.
He took his time, playing in her twat with his tongue, delving into her depths to taste her beguiling flavor, and she responded with deep, satisfied sighs and quick twitches, squirming on his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, honey, your tongue feels good," she panted.
Sara got on her knees, put one arm around Hannah and hugged her and kneaded her tits.
"Oh, that feels good too," Hannah panted. She ground her cunt into Mickey's mouth, fuck juice poured out of her hole like a small river, and she smeared it all over his chin and cheeks and mouth. "God, I love the way he licks clit!" She leaned forward so she had a better angle between her snatch and his mouth and twitched and bucked faster and gasped, "Lick my clit real fast, honey!"
Mickey released her tits and grabbed the cheeks of her fidgeting ass with both hands, filled his mouth with her slick cunt and tongued her clit with prodigious alacrity.
"Oh, God, baby, you're really getting me good," she wailed. "Going to cum, baby, going to fill your mouth with cum." She felt a gallon of hot juice gush down her spastic channel and whined, "God, gonna drown you with cum, baby!"
She nearly fulfilled her promise to drown him. Her delectable cream filled his mouth and overflowed to coat the lower half of his face, and he gulped and swallowed and licked and sucked for more.
Sweat covered her bucking body and white heat engulfed her as her pussy spasmed again and again, nearly smothering him in her frantic fury.
He waited until her passion peaked and began to subside, then put his hands on her hips and urged her to back off so he could breathe. She leaned down and glued her lips to his and her tongue plunged into his mouth and went halfway down his throat. She scooted backward and squatted over his loins, grabbed his prick and yanked it hard.
"Gorgeous cock," she panted as she ran the head up and down the length of her slit. "Just what I need."
"Damn, you're a hot witch, aren't you? Do you ride a cock as well you do a tongue?"
"Just watch me, honey," she giggled. She stuck the head of his cock in the mouth of her sopping cunt and slowly lowered herself, not stopping until her hairy mound bumped into his groin, then bounced up and down on his rampant shaft. "Ohhhhhh, God, your cock feels so fucking good! Fuck me, baby!"
"You're on top, you do it," he replied. As she plunged down, he lunged up as hard as he could, stabbing her hard, knocking the breath out of her. Her channel felt like the inside of a bottle of oil, super slick and hot as fire. "Fabulous cunt," he grunted.
"Ahhh, wonderful, baby, wonderful," she moaned. "Super cock! Keep going, baby, fuck me as hard as you can." His big, hard cock plundering her cunt without mercy made her feel absolutely marvelous, and she rode him hard, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, grunting every time his cockhead hit the bottom of her tight tunnel.
Sara sat on Mickey's face and buried his mouth in her hot twat. "Eat me, baby," she muttered.
Mickey reached up her short body and grabbed her tits and squeezed them as his tongue slashed into her gash and flogged her clit.
Oh, yes, baby, oh, my God, yes," Sara moaned.
Her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking motion as he twirled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they pulsed with blood, the electric shocks from her tit tips and his tongue flogging her clit swamping her with passion.
"Ooohhh, God, baby," Hannah wailed, "your cock feels so fucking good. I'm going to cum again, baby!"
Mickey bucked his hips off the bed, trying to keep up with her furious lunges, wondering if these two hot-blooded wenches were going to fuck him half to death before they satisfied their pent-up hunger.
Abruptly, Hannah's wails of fulfillment shattered the stillness of the room. She thrust her ass down as hard as she could, bouncing her ass off his groin as she soared breathlessly toward her climax. "Harder, baby," she yelled, "fuck me harder!"
Mickey gave her everything he had, his extra effort triggered her orgasm, and cream flooded her canal, oozed between her swollen pussy lips and trickled down his pulsating shaft.
Sara's ass wiggled swiftly and gyrated wildly. "Oh, fuck, how wonderful," she wailed. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body went into convulsions, she whooped so loud the walls rattled and exploded in his mouth.
Mickey bucked Hannah off and tossed Sara onto her back, rolled up on his knees and held his stiff dick in one hand and went after her like a hawk swooping in to pluck a chicken out of the barnyard.
Sara lifted her head and looked between her heaving tits and thighs at his prick as she reached for it with both hands. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's right, stick that big thing in my hot cunt.. .wait a second.. .God, honey, your cock is so fucking big.. .let me help you.. .there.. .okay, baby, now, fuck me, baby, fuck me good and give me your cum!"
"You're going to get his cum both times," Hannah said, pouting.
"She brought me home," Mickey grunted. "If you want some of my cum, you can suck my cum out of her cunt."
"All right," Hannah exclaimed, nearly jumping with joy.
Mickey wrapped his arms around Sara's shapely legs and fed feed his stiff meat to her voracious snatch with short, hard thrusts, and her hot box swallowed him greedily and sucked for more.
She locked her ankles behind his neck and wiggled her ass vigorously, telling him by actions rather than words how much she liked his cock. He looked down at her beautiful body, at the junction between her cunt and his cock, and the lascivious sight inspired him to plow her fertile furrow aggressively.
She whimpered and bucked and tossed her ass so wildly, she nearly jerked away from him. She threw her cunt at him, reseated his cock, and writhed more vigorously.
His ass flashed back and forth rapidly as he thrust deep into her, fucking her mightily, and her cunt held his cock like a rubber glove and caressed it lovingly.
Each stroke turned her carnal thermostat higher, and she tumbled over the edge with a screeching wail, her hips whipping and twisting and corkscrewing and her big tits bouncing and bobbing from the violent motions of her body.
A thunderbolt of ecstasy hit Mickey in the ass and he banged into her so hard, he knocked the breath out of her. He short-stroked her rapidly, shuddering and grunting as her spastic cunt sucked the cum right out of him.
Hannah pulled Mickey off Sara, slurped up his cock and sucked it clean, then fell on Sara and siphoned his cum out of her.
Sara lifted her head and looked at Hannah, then at Mickey. "Are you a one-shot Charlie, honey?"
"Evidently not," he laughed tiredly. "I gave you two shots, didn't I?"
Sara gave him a big wink. "You've probably got one more shot left, and Hannah wants it in her pussy." She patted Hannah on the head and cooed, "If you can suck his cock back up, honey, you can have his cum."
Hannah went down on Mickey, and spent at least fifteen minutes doing everything but chew him up and spit him out, even sucking the head while it was all the way down her gullet, and he knew when he'd met his match.
"Damn good thing I took a taxi," he muttered. "My knees are going to be so weak, I could never drive a car."
"Doesn't matter, honey," Sara said sweetly. "The only think we want you to drive is your cock."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hannah answered the door and came back with two dozen long-stemmed red roses and two boxes of candy. "Oh, Mickey sent us flowers and candy," she said. "I got a box of candy one time, but nobody ever gave me flowers."
"How thoughtful," Sara said. "He's a real gentleman. We'll write thank-you notes tomorrow."
She unwrapped the flowers and put them in separate vases and took them to the kitchen to put water in them, and Hannah followed her.
"He might be a gentleman," Hannah said with a big grin, "but he sure can fuck! You know, it might be kind of cool to have a steady guy. Not that I don't like doing it with you and getting fucked with your strap-on dildo, but a live cock is something else."
"Don't forget about his tongue, honey," Sara laughed. "When we get back, maybe we can spend some time with him and see how it goes."
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Oh, I thought we might," Sara said. "In today's mail, we got an offer from a travel company to spend a week on an island in the Caribbean. It only cost a hundred apiece, and with winter coming on, it's a good time to go."
Hannah's face fell and she said glumly, "But I don't have a hundred dollars."
"But I do, honey," Sara said. "You don't think I'd go off and leave you, do you? Besides, it's for single swingers, and there's sure to be loads of horny guys looking for easy scores."
"Oh, you're so good to me," Hannah bubbled, throwing her arms around Sara and kissing her. "Let me show you how much I adore you."
"We'd better wait," Sara laughed, "the girls will be here in a few minutes.
Sara held out the letter and asked, "Did anybody else get one of these?"
Jessica took the letter and looked at it. "Yeah, I did," she said, handing the letter to Sharyn, "and I'm going. So is Carol."
"Brandon and I are going, too," Sharyn said.
"I got a letter," Emily said, "but I haven't shown it to Josh. I'm not sure I will."
"Oh, show it to him," Sharyn said. "Both of you need to learn how to relax and have a little fun. You're so damn serious about everything."
Jessica said, "A girl I know works for the travel agency, and she said two middle-aged guys own the place. They like young pussy, so this is their way of luring us down there."
"How do they know they'll score?" Emily asked.
"It doesn't say so in the letter, but the whole idea is to encourage nudity," Jessica said. "With naked girls all over the place, I guess they figure they'll score once in a while."
"I figure they're right," Hannah laughed.
"Emily," Jessica said, "why didn't you join us the other night?"
Emily shrugged and blushed faintly and dropped her eyes.
"So," Sara said, "what happened the other night?"
"It was Brandon's birthday," Sharyn said, "and we had a little party for him. A sex party, with Jessica and Janine and Carol and me. Emily was there, but she hung around behind the couch and just watched."
"Emily," Sara said, "you didn't do anything?"
"Well," Emily said timidly, "I got myself off a couple times."
"We tried to make it look like it just happened," Sharyn said, "but Brandon caught on. He surprised me by fucking all of us. Well, except for Emily. She could have had some fun, too, if she hadn't been so shy."
"Boy, I would have tried Brandon on for size," Hannah said. "What was the matter, Emily, didn't you see anything you liked?"
"I saw something that shocked me," Emily said. "I didn't know any of you liked girls."
"We all do," Sara said. "Don't tell me that you don't know what a pussy tastes like."
"I don't have the slightest idea," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Oh, come on," Jessica said, "don't you lick your finger when you jack off?"
"Maybe she doesn't jack off," Hannah said.
"Oh, I bet she does," Sharyn said.
Emily looked puzzled. "Why would I lick my finger?"
"To wet your clit, honey," Sharyn said.
"Oh, I don't have to do that," Emily said innocently. "My pussy gets soaking wet the minute I touch it."
"Well, do tell," Sara laughed. "Is it wet now?"
"A little," Emily admitted sheepishly.
"Yeah, I thought it might be," Sara said. "Talking about sex gets to me, too. When you watched the girls get it on, did it excite you?"
"Yeah, I guess it did, a little," Emily said softly.
"What do you say, girls," Sara said, "should we show Emily what's she missing?"
"I say doing it is a lot better than talking about it," Jessica said.
Jessica got up and unbuttoned Sara's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She hefted Sara's tits and licked her nipples, and Sara looked over Jessica's shoulder at Emily.
Rightly concluding that she was going to be drawn into the lesbian play, Emily sat perfectly still, unable to move, her eyes wide open. She loved getting her pussy licked, and was pretty sure that she could let another girl lick her. All she had to do was close her eyes and pretend it was a guy licking her. But she had never even kissed another girl on the mouth, and the thought of putting her mouth anywhere near a pussy nearly freaked her out.
Jessica undressed Sara and kissed her, then Sara went to Emily and undressed her. Emily made no move to help, but she didn't resist, either. By the time Emily was naked, so was everyone else.
Emily thought that her tits were too big and soft and that she ought to lose a few pounds to look her best. She wanted to cross her arms over her tits or put her hand over her pussy, do something, but knew it would make her look like a nerd. Besides, everybody else was naked. She would just have to hope she could blend into the background and ease into this slowly. The major problem with her line of reasoning was, she didn't know how devious Sara could be.
Sara had no intention of letting Emily blend into the background or ease into girl to girl loving slowly. She put her hands on Emily's shoulders and kissed her lightly on the lips, then hugged her and kissed her harder.
The other girls silently sat down and watched intently, eager to see how Sara was going to seduce Emily.
When their tits touched, Emily thought her knees were going to buckle. When Sara's tongue slithered into her mouth, she thought she would faint. Through it all, she was aware that her pussy was dribbling like a melting ice cream cone.
Smiling faintly, with a devilish twinkle in her eyes, Sara took Emily to the couch and sat beside her. Emily took a deep breath, glad for what she thought was a reprieve.
"I want you to get me off," Sara said softly.
Emily's blood pressure went up, her breathing quickened and her heart raced. "What.. .how.. . ? " she stammered.
"We'll start with something simple, honey," Sara said. "Jack me off, show me how handy you are."
Emily shivered visibly and stared at Sara without speaking.
Sara caressed Emily's cheek tenderly and cooed, "Does the thought of touching my pussy upset you?"
"Oh, God," Emily whispered in a tremulous voice, "this is all so sudden. I know what to do with a guy, but I'm still feeling my way with a girl."
"Charming pun," Sara laughed. "Put your hand between your legs and touch your pussy. Now, put your hand between my legs."
Emily stared into Sara's eyes as she timidly put her hand between the girl's legs, hesitated a moment, then touched her pussy.
"See," Sara said, "that wasn't so hard. Both pussies feel pretty much the same, don't they?"
"Uh huh," Emily muttered. It helped that she didn't have to look at Sara's cunt while she touched it. "My pussy has more hair around it."
"Personal preference," Sara chuckled. "Put your finger on my clit. Mmmmmm, that feels good. You found it without any trouble."
"Yours is in the same place as mine," Emily said. She had cleared the first hurdle, and suddenly everything seemed a little easier.
Sara caressed Emily's tits, then held one mound with both hands and suckled the distended nipple.
Emily liked Sara's soft lips on her tit. "Oh," she breathed, "I didn't know that would feel so good." She slid her finger up and down Sara's slit, put it back on her clit and rubbed the bloated love bud lightly.
Sara leaned back and spread her legs wider. "Go ahead, honey," she whispered, "jack me off, make me cum."
Emily frigged Sara's clit faster and applied a little more pressure, and Sara muttered with pleasure and hunched her hips. Emily sat up, pushed Sara flat on her back, and knelt between her splayed legs. Her sparkling eyes danced with delight as she frigged Sara's clit and watched herself stick two fingers of her left hand up Sara's syrupy snatch.
"Ooohhh, yes, honey," Sara whispered, "your fingers feel so fucking good in my cunt!" She took a deep breath, expelled it with a loud whoosh and followed the exhalation with a boisterous sigh. "Turn your palm up and curl your fingers. Yes, right there, honey, you've got my G-spot." Her ass rose and fell and twisted and hunched in the ancient movement of copulation, and she panted heavily. "Now, fuck me with your fingers and rub my clit real fast."
Well, this wasn't so hard. Actually, it was sort of fun. "Oh, this is so kinky," Emily giggled, finger-fucking Sara hard and fast and frigging her clit furiously. "I like it. Cum for me, baby. I want to watch you cum."
Sara immediately recognized the abrupt change in Emily's attitude, recognized that she had shed her innocence and now felt liberated and ready to go the whole mile. The knowledge pleased her, allayed her fears that she would have to wheedle and cajole to get Emily to become a full-fledged member of their clit-licking group. Suspense gave way to lustful tension, her cunt erupted like a volcano, and she zipped over the rainbow as if she had a rocket stuck up her ass, her body gyrating and bouncing and heaving and bucking.
"Oh, this is so exciting," Emily murmured, "positively beautiful. Oh, baby, I like to get you off and watch you cum!" Her fingers fucked rapidly in and out of Sara's sopping cunt and joy juice puddled in her palm as she agitated Sara's clit as fast as her finger would go. "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful, and watching you cum makes me so hot!"
Sara wasn't hot, she was positively sizzling! Carnal bliss consumed her mind, yet she knew a previously innocent girl was the one boosting her to the heights of ecstasy, and the knowledge made her orgasm that much better.
Emily patiently frigged and finger-fucked Sara until her third stupendous orgasm dwindled, then said softly, "Want another one?"
"Not right now," Sara panted. "Let's move on to bigger and better things."
Emily knew what that meant, and now she wasn't afraid to face it. "I've got so much to learn about myself," she said softly. "Once in a while, Josh asks me to do a trio with him and another girl, and I know he would want us to do each other. I always refuse because I've always known that I would never ever even think about doing anything with another a girl."
"Looks like that's no longer true," Sara chuckled.
"Yeah, now I'm sure that I want to try everything with you." Emily laughed and wiggled her fingers in Sara's cunt. "Just don't expect me to give up cock!"
"God, girl, don't even think such a thing," Sara said. "I like pussy, I love cock!"
"In my mind, I picture you licking my pussy, and I get all gooey inside."
"Then I guess I'd better lick your pussy," Sara chuckled.
"Watch," Emily said, suddenly feeling more passionate than she'd ever felt. She slowly pulled her fingers out of Sara's cunt and lifted her hand to her mouth and her tongue flicked out and touched her fingers tentatively. She licked eagerly, then impulsively stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked brazenly. She pulled her fingers from her mouth and held them up and gazed at them. "Pretty tasty," she said, "not at all what I expected."
Sara smiled brightly. "Oh, how provocative," she breathed. "Congratulations, baby."
Sara pushed Emily onto her back and knelt over her, kissed her tenderly, nibbled her nipples, then scooted backward and pushed her legs apart, giving her free access to Emily's goodies.
Emily tilted her pussy up and whispered, "Oh, I can't believe it's really going to happen."
Sara peeled the lips of Emily's cunt open, stuck her tongue out and dragged it up and down Emily's juicy slit. "Hmmm, so tasty," she murmured.
"Oh, I wondered how that would feel," Emily whispered.
Sara swiped her tongue across Emily's tumescent joy buzzer, and she immediately popped her cork. She grabbed Sara's head with both hands and held on for dear life, pressing Sara's mouth to her juicy cunt and telling everyone that she was cumming by screaming as loud as she could.
As an experienced cunt licker, Sara would have normally spread her licks over Emily's entire hot slot to bring her up, but since Emily was already up, she concentrated only on her sensitive pleasure button.
Grinning impishly, Jessica got up and went to the couch and turned Sara around on top of Emily, then sat back down to see what would happen.
Emily's orgasm quickly reached the peak and blurred her mind with passion. She looked up, directly into Sara's crotch, blinked her eyes a couple times, then yanked Sara's ass down and started licking her pussy furiously.
"Hey, look what she's doing," Hannah said. "I thought she had never eaten pussy."
"We heard her say it," Sharyn said, "but you'd never know it by the way she's licking Sara's pussy."
Her full attention riveted on Sara's delectable snatch, Emily didn't hear the exchange. She didn't think about what she was doing, she simply did it, and to her surprise, realized that she liked it. It was totally un-like anything she had imagined it would be, and she went at it with gusto.
Sara's sex gun fired and she climaxed just as hard as Emily, nearly drowning the poor girl with her gushing twat. They sucked each other voraciously, moaning and groaning and slurping, pleasing each other thoroughly and putting on quite a show for the other girls.
The moment their orgasms abated, Sharyn pulled them apart. "Now, it's our turn, baby. We all want a crack at you."
Emily thought Sharyn meant she had to suck the other girls off. "Okay," she panted, "now that I've sucked one pussy, I might as well suck them all. Who's first?"
"Do you really want to do all of us?" Sharyn said.
"Sure, why not? Isn't that what you meant?"
"No, I meant we each get to eat your pussy," Sharyn replied, "but, if you want to do us, we can do both at the same time."
Sara said, "Get on the floor where we have more room, honey, and we'll take turns, one sucking your pussy and one sitting on your face until everyone has done both."
"You've already had your turn," Emily laughed. "Don't be greedy."
"Why not? Your pussy is so sweet and tasty, and you ate my pussy so well. Why shouldn't I get a crack at both again?"
"Talking about cracks makes me horny," Hannah said.
"You're always horny," Jessica rejoined.
Emily said, "Well, somebody better get aboard, this train is ready to leave the station."
Sharyn promptly claimed Emily's pussy and a mad scramble developed among the other girls to see who would sit on her face first.
Emily lost track of the number of times she came as one girl after another brought her off and she licked a caravan of clits. She tried to distinguish between the girls, but they changed places so quickly and blocked her view with their crotches, that she had to give it up as an exercise in futility. Not that it mattered. They all tasted a little different, and she was sure she could distinguish between them the next time she ate them out. She thought she could pick Sara out by the size of her clit, but the next clit felt just as big under her tongue, so she gave that up too.
Emily pushed a girl off her face, took a deep breath and pushed the head from between her legs and closed them quickly to protect her overly sensitive clit. "No more," she pleaded, "my nerves are jangling."
The girls fell on Emily, and they wound up in a tangled heap with her in the middle, surrounded by firm tits, shapely legs and soft, feminine flesh and caressing hands and flicking tongues.
"God, I thought you were going to drive me crazy," Emily said. "How many of you went around twice?"
"We all did," Jessica cackled. "You have such a delicious pussy, and the way you lick pussy is absolutely delightful. I think you told a little white lie when you said you've never gone down on a girl."
"No, I told the truth," Emily insisted. "A girl who has been sucked off a lot ought to know how to please a girl, shouldn't she?"
"Good point," Sharyn said. "I remember the first time I licked clit, I knew just what to do."
"Well, I know what to do now," Emily giggled. "How often do you get together and do this?"
"Oh, at least once a week," Sara said. "You're welcome to come any time."
"Cum being the operative word," Jessica laughed. "I like our little get-togethers. We don't have to play the little games with each other that we play with guys."
"Games ought not be necessary," Sara said. "Guys just don't understand that a girl knows immediately if she's going to fuck. They think they have to play all sorts of little games to get us in the sack, and they talk themselves out of a piece of ass more often than not. If I want to fuck them, they don't need to say anything. If I don't want to fuck them, talking isn't going to do them any good."
"I wish someone would tell me how we let guys in on the secret," Jessica said. "If we come on too strong, they get scared, and when they get scared, they can't get the damn thing up. What good is a soft cock?"
"Maybe that question sums up why we have these little parties," Sharyn said. "I don't have the answer. I just do the best I can, but I have to admit, it sometimes get tiresome." She looked at Emily, who was lying with her eyes closed and breathing deeply. "Guess we'd better let her rest a few minutes."
Emily opened her eyes and giggled. "I can rest when I get home. Show me something else."
"Daisy chain," Sharyn said.
They untangled themselves and segued into a daisy chain and chowed down with enthusiasm.
CHAPTER NINE
To soften him up for the kill, Emily made Josh his favorite dinner.
He eyed the platter and bowls and said, "What's the occasion? I expected something that made a brief stop in the microwave on its way from the freezer to the table."
"Don't you think our lives are becoming too predictable?"
Bright red, super-size warning flags immediately popped up in his mind. That was one of those questions men get wrong no matter how they answer. "Oh," he said, keeping his voice flat, neutral.
"I do," Emily said. "We usually eat frozen dinners, go out, or order in some kind of sludge you can barely call food. We don't do fun things any more. We come home from work and sit around watching TV while we eat something neither of us-likes or wants. We even fuck the same way all the time."
She seldom used such graphic, salty language unless they were actually fucking, and he knew that he'd better take her seriously. "I didn't know that you're so unhappy with me."
"Oh, darling, I'm not blaming you," she said quickly. "Remember how we tried to fuck ourselves silly the first six months? We did it on the living room floor, with me bent over a cabinet in the kitchen, on the dining table, just about any place when the urge struck us, and I enjoyed every minute of it. The fire has cooled, and it's as much my fault as yours."
His resentment abated when he realized that she wasn't blaming him. He had noted the same blaliness, but hesitated to bring up the subject. "What do you suggest?"
She gave him the letter and said, "What do you think, can we go?"
He scanned the letter. "This says it's for single swingers," he replied, "and we're not single or swingers. Hell, I don't even know where or what the Lesser Antilles are."
"They're islands in the Caribbean," Emily said. "It's probably a new place and this is their way of getting the word out."
"Probably cheap, too," he said, "a sort of pseudo-Club Med thing." He looked at the letter again. "Why did they send it to you? You're not single."
"But I've got a credit card in my own name, and they probably just bought a mailing list. If we don't make a big deal of it, nobody will know we aren't single. We can afford it, we've both got more than enough vacation time coming, and I think it would be fun to spend a week in the sun. Before we know it, it will be real cold, and we'll wish we could take off our clothes and lie in the sun."
"Okay, that takes care of the single part, but what about the swinger part?"
"Well," Emily said slowly, trying to disguise her keen interest, "I don't suppose anybody's going to hold a gun to our heads and make us swing. I mean, even if we do, it won't be the end of the world. It's only sex, after all, not true love."
Josh looked at his wife as if she had just recited the history of western civilization by heart. "Well, I never thought I'd hear something like that come out of your mouth. Are you high on something?"
Yeah, sex, she said to herself. Getting it on with the girls has given me a whole new outlook on life. "You know I would never use drugs," she said out loud. "We don't ever have any fun, Josh. I don't think we know how, and this just seemed like a good idea. We don't have to do anything, but if we do, what can it hurt?"
"Well, it might put a little spice back in our lives, at that," he said.
"We've never had any spice in our lives," she said. "If we go, and if we do something, I don't want you getting all pissed off and leaving me. Our lives are blah, but I do love you."
"How about you, will you get all pissed off if I do something?"
"No," she said, with a quick shake of her head, "that's got to be part of the deal. We don't even have to talk about it later. We'll just do whatever we do, and let it go at that."
"Suppose I want to talk about it later?"
"Then we can, but you've got to promise that you won't get pissed or down on me for whatever I do. You know, tell me that I never do it with you, or whatever." She cocked her head to the side and grinned craftily. "Of course, if I learn something new and interesting, I'll do it with you, but only if it won't upset you."
"Hell, let's do it," he said. "Wonder if anybody else we know is going."
"Yeah, Sara and Hannah and Sharyn and Brandon and Jessica that I know of. If Janine got a letter, I'm sure she'll go, too, and there'll be lots of girls we don't know, so there'll be plenty for you to choose from."
"I'm not interested in Brandon," Josh laughed.
"I'll have to get a new bathing suit. How would you feel if I got a thong bikini."
"The cheeks of your ass will show."
"Most of me will show. Will that bother you?"
He thought for a moment, then said, "No, I think I'd like it."
Emily ran her hand down one leg and said, "I've got to shave my legs. Guess I'd better trim my bush, too." She gave him a bawdy wink and a lascivious grin. "Want to do it for me?"
"Sure," he said, "why not? Maybe it will get you in the mood."
"I'm already in the mood," she laughed. "So much in the mood that my pussy is leaking."
"I'll run a bath. Easier to shave you after you soak in warm water a few minutes."
Emily hurried to the bedroom and undressed, her mind awhirl. Maybe she was wrong about her husband. Maybe he wasn't as conservative as she thought. And maybe they would slip back into their old routine the day they came back from the Caribbean.
Well, he might. She always had the girls for diversion if he did. Now that she'd had a taste of the fast lane, she wasn't going to pull over into the slow lane and let the world pass her by!
She went into the bathroom, where Josh had undressed and was waiting for her. He held her hand as she stepped into the tub of bubbles and sat down, then bathed her with a soft sponge and scented soap.
"Ummmmm, this is so luxurious, so sensual," she said softly. "You've never bathed me. It makes me feel very special."
"You are very special." He ran the sponge over her pussy and she shivered. "You like that, huh?"
"You know I like it when you touch my pussy," she whispered passionately. "Hell, I like it when you touch me anywhere!"
"I like to touch you. Your skin is so soft, like fine velvet." He dropped the sponge and ran his hand over her pussy, then dragged his finger through her slit. "Got to be sure it's nice and clean," he teased.
She reached over the side of the tub and grasped his prick. "Don't bring me up too fast. Let me savor what you're doing to me."
He caressed her big tits with both hands, then held her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled them out to their full length. "Is there some sort of connection between nipples and clits? If a girl has big nipples, does she also have a big clit? Your nipples are long and thick, and your clit is pretty big." He pinched her fat nipples, then twisted them gently.
She squeezed his cock and jerked it. "I don't know. Would you like me to make a survey for you?"
"Maybe you could chose an assortment of girls and bring them home so we could both check them out."
She tightened her grip on his cock and yanked it harder. "Are you saying you want to do a threesome?"
What would he say if he knew that I like to lick clit? More important, would it make me jealous to watch him stick his cock in another girl's juicy pussy?
"Time for your shave," he said.
She knew he was avoiding her question, and figured she would play his game for a little while. "If I'm going to wear a thong bikini, you have to shave all the way up to my pussy."
"Do you want me to shave your pussy? It might be interesting to see it without hair."
"Let me think about it," she said softly. "Have you ever shaved a girl's pussy?"
"I've never shaved a girl's legs," he chuckled.
"Suppose you could chose just one girl for your clit and tit survey, who would it be?"
Would that get him to answer her question? Damn him for dropping hints, then not following up! If he wanted to fuck other girls, why didn't he just say so? She didn't know if she was ready, but they could at least talk about it.
"Not tit," he said lightly, "clits and nipples. Some girls with little tits have big nipples. What I don't know, is do they also have big clits?"
"How do you know they have big nipples if you didn't see them naked? In which case you could have checked their clits."
"I've seen girls with little tits wearing a thin blouse and no bra. I guess their nipples were excited, because they stuck way out."
"Oh, yeah, I've seen them, too. When I don't wear a bra, the material rubbing my nipples makes them hard. Do you like girls with little tits and big nipples?"
"I like your tits and nipples." He lifted her right leg and held it straight up and rubbed shaving lather all over it. "You have fantastic legs."
"My thighs are too big because my ass is too big. I don't know about clits and tits, but asses and thighs go together. Big ass, big thighs."
"Your ass and your thighs are just right," he said firmly. "Girls with bony butts and thin legs don't turn me on."
"Would you fuck a skinny girl if she asked you to? Somebody like Janine, for instance."
CHAPTER TEN
Josh could recognize a trap when he heard one. "Janine isn't skinny, she's just small."
"How do you know," Emily said, "have you ever seen her naked?"
"I've seen her in a bikini, which was almost the same."
"Okay, how about a girl who is skinny. You know, like one of those high-fashion models, tall and slender, with hardly any tits. Some of them have big nipples."
"You're very talkative tonight." He shaved her leg, going slow so he wouldn't nick her delicate skin.
"Oooooo, I never imagined that such a simple act could be so sexy," she murmured, tugging on his cock. "I'm so fucking horny, baby, and God, it feels great!"
He put her right leg down and lifted her left leg and rubbed shaving lather all over it. "You've never told me that you were horny."
"Well, I'm telling you now," she laughed.
"I'll try to do better in the future. If you had the chance, would you fuck Janine?"
"You're just full of it tonight," he said.
"Not yet, baby, but I sure as hell hope to be before long! Suppose Janine asked you to fuck her, would you? Pussies are pretty much the same once you get your cock inside them, aren't they? Assuming, of course, they aren't so slack they don't hold your cock snugly. Does it matter what the body looks like?"
"You're getting into the psychology of sex now, and I'm no expert. I just know what I like, and I like you."
"like art, huh?" she said, curbing her frustration at not being able to get him to answer her questions. "You don't know art, but you know what you like."
"Something like that." He put her left leg down and rinsed both of them. "There, your legs are done."
She ran her hands over her legs. "You do good work. That was a very sensuous experience. You should do it more often."
"Do you want me to shave your pussy?"
"Yeah, I think so. If I'm going to wear a real tiny thong bikini, everything will show otherwise."
"You'll have sit on the edge of the tub and open your legs." She jerked his cock and grinned lewdly.
"You just want to look at my pussy," she teased.
"Of course," he agreed, kissing her knees tenderly. "I like to look at all of you, especially when you're naked. You think you weigh too much, but I don't."
"Flattery will get you everything you want," she muttered, "and maybe a little more." She sat on the edge of the tub with her feet on the floor and opened her legs and looked at him, her eyes shining with desire. "Lick my pussy first, baby. If I don't get off right now, I won't be able to hold still while you're shaving my pussy and you might nick me with the razor."
"Can't think of a better reason," he laughed. "Don't want to damage something so pretty."
He kissed her pussy, then took her hands and pulled them into her crotch. Instantly understanding what he wanted, she pulled the lips of her pussy apart as far as they would go. He stuck the tip of his tongue in the bottom of her slit and let it travel slowly upward until it reached her clit, and she trembled all over.
"If you turn loose, I stop licking," he said.
She said softly, "You devil. You know I can't control myself when you lick me."
He grinned and eased two fingers into her sopping hole and touched the tip of his tongue to her tumescent clit. She thrust her cunt at him and groaned and wiggled her ass so hard, she nearly slipped backward into the tub. In spite of his warning, she turned loose of her cunt lips and threw her hands behind his head and tried to bury his whole face in her snatch.
He was only teasing about stopping if she didn't hold her lips open. He licked her clit faster, and she squealed and humped his mouth frantically as her orgasm washed over her. He licked her clit until her furor passed, for a moment or two longer, then withdrew his tongue and kissed her pussy tenderly.
"Well, talk about a hair trigger," he mused. "I don't remember you cumming so quickly."
"Not for a long time anyway," she sighed. "Your tongue felt so good, what I remember before I lost my mind, anyway. Will you do it again later so I can enjoy it longer?"
"When you cum so quickly, you make me think my tongue is magic. What got you so turned on?"
"You know," she giggled. She looked down at her crotch. "I've got enough moisture down there to shave a grizzly bear."
He kissed her pussy and laughed. "But it's all inside. It tastes good, but it won't help shave the outside.
He squirted heaps of shaving cream in her crotch and rubbed it in slowly, taking more time than necessary. He loved to touch her pussy. She giggled and sighed constantly as he carefully shaved her plump mound. When the last hair was removed, he washed her crotch lovingly, then admired his handiwork.
"Maybe we should put some lotion on it," he said. "That's a very tender area."
"Hand lotion ought to be okay," she said. "There's a bottle by the sink."
He took the bottle and read the contents. "Yeah, it's got aloe in it, so it will soothe any nicks and make it nice and soft. I imagine that razor burn on such a tender area can be painful."
"Then put plenty of lotion on it," she laughed, "I don't want anything to keep you from fucking me!"
He drizzled lotion on her mound and rubbed it in tenderly. "Hmmm, it's so soft, like the most expensive velvet." He took his hand away and leaned in between her thighs and kissed her bare pussy. "Feels funny without hair."
She picked up a hand mirror and looked at her pussy. "Looks kind of funny, too, but I suppose I'll get used to it. If I let it grow out, it's going to be all prickly." She smiled like Mona Lisa. "Maybe you'll just have to keep it shaved for me. Janine shaves her mound, and she's real wild when she fucks."
"What's all this about Janine," he said, "and how do you know those things about her?"
She had to think fast to answer that and not reveal that she had watched Janine fuck Brandon. "Sharyn told me. They're real tight, and
Sharyn didn't say so, but I think they've watched each other fuck." The best lie is one that's part truth, and that one filled the bill.
"Sharyn and Brandon are steadies, aren't they?"
"What difference does that make? They aren't married."
A dull ache infused her pussy and spread through her belly up to her tits. She felt so fucking good! And she was about to feel a lot better. She jumped on him and pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, grabbed his dick and wiggled the knob back and forth through her molten, naked slit.
"Ooohhh, that feels so fucking good," she murmured. She stuck the head in her hole and sank down inch by inch, curbing the nearly overwhelming urge to slam her ass down and take the full length of the gorgeous cock in her as quickly as possible. "Oh, fuck, that feels even better!" She sank the rest of the way down, taking his cock to the hilt.
She fell on top of him and tried to eat him alive, mashing her big, firm tits into his chest, grinding her lips against his, sucking his tongue, thrusting her tongue halfway down his throat, and wiggling her ass energetically, huffing and puffing through her nose, sounding like a leaky steam radiator.
She put her hands on his shoulders to keep from tipping over and levered her shapely ass up and down urgently, fucking herself tumultuously on his meaty, hard prick. "Oh, fuck, this is so exciting!" she cried. "How long has it been since we fucked on the bathroom floor."
"Too long," he said.
"If we try, we can have fun," she panted.
Before she realized what was happening, she was cumming! There were no slow, warning ripples preceding the explosion, it was simply there, suddenly, at maximum strength, threatening to tear her apart. She rode his cock furiously and squealed with supreme joy, thunderbolts of marvelously wanton sensations invading every fiber of her being, cumming so hard it made her ass-hole clench.
He clung to her ass with both hands and fucked back at her, slamming his prick into her so hard he lifted her knees off the floor. Her cunt held his cock like a velvet vise, sucked at it like a deep, rippling mouth filled with warm water.
She felt his prick swell and leaped off and leaned over just as he started cumming, and a gob of jism hit her in the face. She captured his spouting tool in her mouth and sucked forcefully and gobbled his cum hungrily, extracting every drop of his delicious juice and deflating his cock. She lifted her head and licked her lips slowly, wiped his cum from her face with her finger, then licked it and smacked her lips.
"I think we're going to enjoy our vacation, darling," she said softly, grinning mischievously.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They had to take a boat from the big island where the plane landed to the little island where the resort was located. Sara, Hannah, Jessica, Janine, Carol, Sharyn and Brandon sat in the back with Josh. Emily went up on the flying bridge and sat facing the pilot and crossed her legs, showing him a lot of bare thigh.
"I'm Emily. What's your name?"
He glanced at her, took a second look at her legs, and said, "Ken."
"Hello, Ken. Is this your boat?"
"Nope, it belongs to the resort. I just drive it."
"Do you like working there?"
"Sure, the work isn't hard and I meet a lot of interesting people."
"Interesting people are.. .well, interesting," she said lamely. She cursed herself for not sounding more suave, more interesting. How could she attract the attention of anybody if she sounded like a nerd? He couldn't be more than nineteen, but she didn't want to rule anybody out until she knew who was who and what was what. "Well, maybe I'll see you around then."
"You'll see me," Ken said, giving her a knowing smile.
As they were checking in, everybody made arrangements to meet that evening for the get-acquainted party, then Emily and Josh followed the signs to their cottage.
"Well, it isn't the Ritz," Josh laughed, "but I guess it will do, if that damn straw doesn't leak."
"The brochure says it's thatch, and that it rains only during September."
"Oh, well, unless the weather didn't read the brochure and it rains in October, I guess we're okay. Hell of a change from Colorado. I'd almost forgotten what humidity feels like."
She fanned her blouse and said, "Yeah, all my clothes are sticking to me. Let's change and go for a swim."
"Sure, why not? Maybe I can get a tan like the staff. More-likely, I'll end up looking like a lobster"
"I brought lots of sunblock. I'll even be nice and rub it on your back."
She was out of her clothes in a flash, and he chuckled as he watched her rummage in her suitcase for her new bikini.
"I thought you weren't wearing underwear," he said. "I know you sometimes don't wear a bra, but I thought you always wore panties."
"I did, until now," she said. "Maybe I'll go native and run around naked."
"Are you brave enough?"
She grinned and shook her head. "No, probably not, but the thought excites me." She put on her bikini nearly as fast as she took off her skirt and blouse, and turned to face him. "Well, what do you think?"
"I think you're going to need a gallon of that sun block," he laughed.
She looked down and adjusted the bottom of her bikini so it covered her pussy a little better. "I feel naked," she said.
"You look great. You're going to turn a lot of heads."
"You don't mind your wife showing a bunch of strangers so much of her body?"
"They aren't all strangers, babe. We already know a lot of them, and I'm sure we'll know a lot more soon."
That wasn't the response she expected. Maybe he did mean for them to play around. She hoped so. It might not work out with Ken, but there had to be at least one guy willing to let her sample his cock.
They walked down to the beach, holding hands, feeling like young lovers again. They weren't that old, but when you're in your twenties and you've been married two years, it can feel like a lifetime.
Ken and Walt watched them from a distance, impressed by Emily's nearly naked tits and totally naked ass.
"She's wearing a wedding band," Ken said.
"Somebody screwed up," Walt replied.
"It happens," Ken said. "Maybe she kept her name, so the computer didn't know the difference.
"Doesn't make any difference to me either," Walt said. "You've got an eye for them. Pretty face, fine ass and a sexy mouth."
"Yeah, you like to stick your cock in a sexy mouth," Ken laughed.
"So do you. Wonder if he fucks her up the ass."
"Probably," Ken said. "Since they're married, they must be swingers or they wouldn't be here. She sure came on strong to me on the boat."
"Yeah, she even looks horny," Walt said smugly.
"We'll find out tonight," Ken said confidently.
"This is lovely," Emily said. "I guess I'm just a sucker for the romantic, tropical island bullshit, the trade winds blowing in my hair, the air filled with the fragrance of tropical flowers, walking barefoot in the sand, taking a moonlight swim in the warm ocean." She wanted to add making love to a stranger on the beach, but didn't know if she ought to push it that far.
"It sure isn't the mountains, but I'll get used to it," Josh replied.
They swam a while, then slathered sun block on each other and stretched out on the sand.
He suffered the sun about fifteen minutes, then said, "God, this sun is bad. I'm going to get something to drink. Can I get you something?"
"Yeah, something real cold and potent."
She basked in the sun with her arms straight out from her shoulders and her legs spread wide, looking like a girl making an angel in the snow. She knew she looked lewd, but no one was around and her posture let the sun reach more of her body. She felt wonderful, in spite of her weight. Maybe if she ate only fruit for a week or two, she could lose a few pounds.
A shadow feel over her, and she shielded her face with a hand across her forehead and opened her eyes.
"Having fun?"
She smiled. She didn't expect Ken to make his move so quickly. "Well, I'm not exactly having fun, but lying here soaking up some rays is pleasant."
Ken sat down, wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees, knowing the posture would let her see the bulge in his crotch. "Where's your husband?"
"He went to get us something cold to drink.
We're from Colorado, and we're not used to the heat and humidity. Especially the humidity." She noticed the large bulge and wondered if he padded his crotch.
"Be careful of the rum drinks," Ken said, "they're real strong."
"You aren't going to squeal on us, are you?"
"For what?"
"Well, you know we're married, and the letter said we're supposed to be swinging singles."
"That doesn't make any difference to me. I just work here. It's really pretty here, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, "Emily said. "I'm glad we came."
"Moonlight strolls along the beach are nice."
"I don't get around very well at night by myself," she lied. "I might get lost."
"How about if I volunteer?"
"For what?"
"To be your guide, to take you on a pleasant walk tonight. If you meet me over there where the cove comes to a point, we could go on the other side."
"And what's on the other side?"
"A smaller cove, sheltered and very private. The guests don't know about it, and the staff seldom goes there at night."
Emily's heart skipped a beat. His meaning was unmistakable, and his obvious desire to fuck her was flattering. "Sounds interesting."
"It can be for the right people. I'll be there at nine." He stood and brushed the sand from the seat of his bathing suit. "Why don't you meet me?"
"I'll think about it," she replied, hoping her eagerness didn't show in her voice.
"I'll bring a bottle of wine. We can listen to the waves, drink some wine, get better acquainted."
"Now it sounds tempting as well as interesting."
"I hope so. Who knows, we might find we have a lot in common."
"We might. Maybe I'll be there."
"I'll wait half an hour."
"I'll think about it."
"You do that. You won't be sorry." He waved and walked away.
She knew she would meet him. Once they left this place, she would never see him again and, with a little luck, he would give her a good time. She didn't feel like she was cheating on Josh. He wouldn't say so, but she knew he would love to fuck Janine, and needed only the opportunity. And that's why they came here, wasn't it?
Josh stood at the large bar in the dance pavilion, scanning the list of drinks, and finally decided on a concoction of rum and fruit juice. He ordered, scanned the big black bartender's well-muscled body, and said, "Been working here long?"
"Not old enough to have been working anywhere long," the bartender said in a deep base voice. "Before you ask, yeah, I like it. Pussy everywhere you turn, man, most of it ready, willing and able. Hell, the place will almost seduce them for you. Let 'em know you're interested, and they fall all over you. Trust me, I know."
Josh eyed the man's body enviously. "Yeah, I'll bet you do." He took a sip out of his glass and sucked in his breath. "Man, this stuff is potent!"
"My special concoction, man. Be careful with it, it'll bend your knees worse than a knee-trembler."
"What the hell is a knee-trembler?"
"Getting a piece standing up," the bartender laughed, his voice sounding like a bass drum.
Josh went back to the beach, sat down and handed Emily her glass. "You'll like that. It goes down like silk and kicks like a mule," he said.
"So I've heard," she said. She sat up and took a sip of the drink and shuddered. "God, this stuff will put hair on your chest."
"You'd better hope not," he laughed. "Hair between your legs is fine, but between your lovely tits, it would probably turn the guys off, and then what will you do?"
"Are you okay? With us being here, I mean?"
"I'm just fine, babe," he replied. "We should have done this a long time ago."
She felt greatly relieved. Her husband had given her permission to fool around. Not that she really need it. She was going to fuck Ken in any case, but it certainly made her decision a lot less disturbing.
They sat in peaceful silence, watching the birds swoop and dive, staring at the water and listening to it crash against the beach. She sipped her drink and wondered how it was going to feel to have a strange cock in her. The only thing better she could think of was having two strange cocks in her at the same time, one fucking her mouth and one fucking her pussy. She'd never tried that. Maybe it was time she found a couple of horny, adventurous young studs and tried it. She shivered, then chuckled happily when she felt moisture seep into her pussy.
"You sound happy," Josh said. "I like it."
"How long are we going to sit here?"
"Till the sun goes down," he said, "then we'll have dinner and check out the scene. That okay with you?"
"Yeah, it sounds just fine, honey." She looked at her glass and rattled the ice cubes. "This stuff really makes you mellow. I haven't felt this peaceful in.. .well, since I don't know when."
"Want another one?"
"Huh uh," she giggled. "If I have another one, I might jump your bones right here on the beach, in broad daylight."
"Promises, promises," he laughed.
"I'll give you a rain check. You can cash it late tonight, if you have the energy."
"I'll make sure I do," he assured her.
Ken looked up his roommate, Walt, who worked as a scuba diving instructor. Ken was nineteen and Walt was twenty, and the two competed with each other to see who could line up the most pussy for them to share.
"I've got a live one," Ken said proudly. So far, he had outdone his friend in the past month.
Walt wet the tip of his finger and made an imaginary mark in the air. "Score another one for you. She come in this morning?"
"Yeah, and she came on to me before I even got the boat under way. I'd say she's real hungry."
"Sounds interesting." Walt liked to get his pussy as easy as possible. He considered strange pussy one of the perks of the job and wasn't too particular about looks, so he seldom had to work very hard to score. Something about being on a tropical island and running around half-naked all day lowered inhibitions, and girls who wouldn't give a guy the time of day were climbing all over the staff within an hour after they arrived. "Pretty?"
"Yeah, a few pounds overweight, but it looks good on her. Big tits, wide hips, looks like she was made for fucking."
Walt grinned. "And we're just the guys to see that she gets what she wants. When are you going to set it up?"
"I've already started."
"Think she's ever had two guys at the same time?"
Ken shrugged. "No way to tell. We'll find out tonight. She's going to meet me down by the cove."
"Sounds good to me. I'll be there."
"Right, see you later."
CHAPTER TWELVE
After dinner, as Emily and Josh walked to the rec area, she slipped her arm around his waist and walked close so her hip brushed his. He put his arm around her shoulders, then let it slip down so he could reach inside her top and fondle her bare tit, and she looked up at him and smiled without speaking.
The recreation area was a thatch-covered pavilion with open sides, a dance floor, the bar where Josh got the potent rum drinks earlier in the day, and a swimming pool a few yards from the dance floor.
They sat at a small table on the side of the pavilion near the pool, surveying the crowd. Everyone but Emily was wearing a bathing suit, and the rule for the girls seemed to be the less, the better.
He put his hand on the table, on top of Emily's and said, "With the ocean only a few yards away, why do you suppose they have a swimming pool?"
"I don't know. Maybe some people don't like to swim in salt water. I read that you burn faster in salt water than fresh water. I know I got pretty red today." She laughed softly. "In places that haven't seen the sun in a long time."
"You should have worn your bikini tonight. You look good in it."
"I'm still a little self-conscious." She felt risqu' enough in her short denim skirt and skimpy tank-top, with no bra or panties, and barefoot. "Give me a day or two."
"Want to try those rum drinks again?"
"Why don't you get me one in something I can carry without spilling? Sitting here is boring, and I know I'm cramping your style. I'll take the old ball and chain and go for a walk on the beach."
"Emily, baby," he said contritely. "This isn't the way I thought it would work, the way I wanted it to work, and I hate to hear you call yourself a ball and chain. My dad used to say that about my mom, and I always hated it. Call me a romantic, but it just doesn't sound right."
"Hey, I was just relieving the tension, honey," she said. "I want you to have fun, and I want to walk barefoot on the beach and wade in the water, so it works out for both of us. Get me a drink."
He went to the bar and brought back a rum bottle and a glass. "The bottle is for you," he said. "Jack, that's the bartender, said he didn't have anything else with a top on it."
Emily looked at the bottle and laughed out loud. "God, if I drink all of that, I'll fall in the ocean and drown. If I'm not back by midnight, you'd better come looking for me." She stood, gave him a kiss and picked up the bottle. "See you later, honey. I hope you have a real good time."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I'll be okay," she assured him.
Josh watched Emily walk away, wondering if she had arranged to meet somebody on the beach, or if she was just leaving so he wouldn't feel inhibited by her presence. She was still acting a little shy, and he didn't feel quite right having fun unless she did. But she evidently wanted him to. Maybe she felt inhibited by his presence. He wished he understood girls better. Well, guys had been suffering that affliction for centuries, and he couldn't do anything about it tonight. He got up and went over and joined the other guys.
Hannah looked at the guys standing in a group on the other side of the dance floor and shook her head. "This bums me out," she said.
"Yeah, they look like they're waiting for some sort of special invitation or something," Janine agreed. "They're just standing around like a bunch of nerds."
"Typical guys," Sharyn said. "Get one by himself, and you can do something with him. Let them get in a group, and they're hopeless."
"I thought this was supposed to be a get-acquainted mixer," Jessica said, "and all the guys are standing over there with their thumbs up their ass. Where's the staff? Why aren't they here to get things going?"
"They're probably in their cabins, screwing their heads off," Carol said. "Maybe if we took our bathing suits off and did a circle jerk, they'd pay attention."
"I'd rather get them to do a circle jerk," Janine said.
"We could line them up and blow them down," Jessica said. "That ought to get their attention."
"Well, I'm not going to just sit here," Sara said. She got up and sauntered to the pool and dived in.
"The music is going to waste," Hannah said. She walked to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing.
"She's a good dancer," Janine said.
Sharyn stood and stretched. "Yeah, but I didn't come down here to watch a girl dance." She walked over to the pool and dived in.
Carol got up and joined Hannah on the dance floor and took off her bra. "Let's see if we can't get things moving," she laughed.
Hannah grinned and took off her top and bottom. "If we can't get the guys interested, we can always do each other."
Carol eyed Hannah's naked body with candid interest. "Beautiful, long legs, nice curves, such cute, upturned nipples." She dropped her eyes and smiled. "Your bush looks so neat trimmed that way." She took off the bottom of her bikini and danced forward. "You're so tall, our nipples won't touch."
"Uh huh," Hannah said, but your tits are a lot bigger than mine. What do you wear, a D cup?"
"Double-D, actually," Carol replied. "What do you wear, a B?"
"I'm between a B and C," Hannah said. "A size B pinches and a size C wrinkles. I can't find the right size, so I don't wear the stupid things. I jiggle, but guys don't seem to mind."
"No, I don't imagine they do," Carol laughed.
The men crowded around to watch Hannah and Carol dance, and several of them urged the girls to put on a real show.
Hannah turned and danced in front of Josh, exaggerating her movements to make her pert tits jiggle and her ass shake, rubbed her pussy with both hands, twirled her nipples, then danced closer and rubbed his crotch with her left hand. She danced behind him, yanked his swimsuit down, then danced back in front of him and fondled his cock, then put her hands behind her head and thrust her crotch at him. "Where's Emily? Did you make her stay in the cabin?"
"She's taking a walk on the beach," Josh replied. "I think she's meeting a guy who works here."
"Good for her," Hannah giggled.
Carol stopped dancing and went around the guys, pulling their swimsuits down. "If you're going to watch, you have to pay," she said, "and the price of admission is stroking your cocks."
"Dance with me," Hannah said. Josh hesitated, and she took his hands. "Come on, it doesn't matter if you're not a good dancer."
Hannah pulled Josh into the center of the dance floor and the other men surrounded them, stroking their cocks and watching her gyrate.
"She's really something," Jessica said.
"I get hot just watching her," Janine said.
Josh wiggled his hips, and his semi-erect cock flopped up and down, flopping less and less as it stiffened. Hannah snickered and dropped his hands and twirled and wiggled lasciviously, then danced up close to him and rubbed her crotch on the end of his dick. She spread her legs, wiggled up closer and put her hands on his shoulders, and his hard prick rubbed along her slit.
"Put it in, honey," she said softly.
She stopped wiggling and let him get the head of his cock in her hole, then hopped forward on her feet like a limbo dancer and took his shaft all the way into her.
"We can do this better if we lie down," Josh said.
"Oh, honey, you don't have to do anything but let me use your cock," Hannah, laughed. "I'm going to give you a fucking you won't ever forget!" She held onto his shoulders and wiggled and twisted and gyrated her ass.
Josh tried to move with her, and his cock nearly slipped out.
Hannah stopped wiggling and hunched his cock back into her cunt. "You just stand still, honey," she said, "and let me fuck you. If we both move, your cock won't stay in. It's long, but not that long!"
Carol walked over to the radio, changed to a station playing hard rock, and turned up the volume.
"Hmmm, that's better," Hannah said. She danced without moving her feet, her ass moving like it was mounted on ball bearings, rapidly going in circles, up and down and back and forth in perfect time to the music.
"Jesus," Josh muttered.
"Do you like my pussy?"
"I love it," he grunted.
Hannah closed her eyes and gyrated faster, and her ass looked like it was going in every direction at once. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, "I'm going to cum, honey."
Josh put his hands on her ass and tried to pull her closer.
"Don't touch my ass," she hissed. "Play with my tits."
Josh pulled his hands away as if he had touched a hot stove and fondled her tits as she rode his prick furiously. The shivered all over and her mouth popped open and a loud squeal bubbled out. She gyrated slower and hunched on his cock several times, then her orgasm ebbed and she picked up the pace again. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"I want your cum, honey. Give it to me whenever you're ready."
"I'm ready," Josh gasped.
"Yeah, I can feel your cock swelling. Give it to me." She tightened her cunt muscles and wiggled faster, and he grunted and nearly pulled her nipples off. "That's it, honey," she cooed, "I feel your cum shooting into me." She stopped gyrating and hunched his cock hard. "Give me all of it, honey."
"I think you've got all of it," Josh grunted.
Hannah gave him a couple more hunches to make sure, then backed away, squatted, put her hands on his hips and slurped up his sticky dick, sucked it clean, then stood and kissed him.
The men gave Hannah a round of applause and hoots of approval, and she gave them a big, bright smile and bowed.
"That was quite a performance," Carol said. She kissed Hannah and gave her a big hug. "If that doesn't get them started, nothing will."
Hannah looked around and grinned. "Nice assortment of cocks," she said. "I'll get back to you later, after I take a dip in the pool to cool off." She smiled and sauntered nonchalantly to the pool and dived in.
"Don't cool off too much," one of the guys said.
"Watching her makes me so fucking hot," Jessica said. "I've got to find a hard cock to sit on."
"Yeah, me too," Janine said.
"Don't get too involved," Carol said. "We're going to line the guys up and blow them down."
"I want to fuck before I blow," Jessica said. "Let's all get in the pool. If the guys follow us, we'll know they're ready to party."
Carol counted six girls and twelve guys, and wondered where the other girls were. Not that she and her friends couldn't handle all twelve of the men. If the other girls didn't want to have a little fun, that was their problem. She went to the pool and dived in.
As girls do, they flocked together near the middle of the pool, and Carol came up right in front of Hannah and quickly kissed one of her nipples.
"You missed one," Hannah giggled.
Carol laughed and kissed her other nipple. "We seem to be the only girls here," she said, "and I don't know the names of most of the guys."
"I'm not very good at remembering names anyway," Hannah said.
"Just smile and call them sugar or honey," Jessica said. "They aren't interested in deep conversation."
"I hope they're interested in deep poking," Sara laughed.
The guys still hung back, and Jessica gave them a disdainful look. She was familiar with the routine. They talked a good game until it came to the nitty-gritty, then they had to be prodded into action.
"Let's take off our bikini's," Jessica said, "and see if we can entice them to join us."
"Typical guys," Sharyn said as she took off her bikini and tossed it out of the pool.
The rest of the swimsuits quickly followed, and the girls cavorted in the water, giggling and squealing, their bare tits jiggling and bobbing.
One man with a very erect cock waded into the pool and joined the girls. Jessica could see his cock shimmering below the surface, and she reached down and fondled it.
He grinned and looked her up and down and said, "I'm Tim. What's your name."
"Jessica."
"Well, Jessica, why don't we get closer together?"
Jessica didn't like to play word games at orgies. "We're talking. Is that what you mean by getting together?"
"You know what I mean," Tim replied.
Jessica tugged on his cock. "Just so I'm sure, why don't you tell me?"
"You're pretty cheeky, aren't you?"
Jessica yanked his cock harder. "Honey, I didn't come all the way down here from Colorado to play word games. Why did you come?" She stressed come, playing on the double meaning of the word.
Tim grinned. "To fuck," he said. "I think I like your attitude."
"Think you can handle me?"
"I'll just bet I can," he replied. "You've got a great body, by the way. I like a narrow waist on a woman. What's yours, about eighteen inches?"
"Oh, heavens, no," Jessica laughed. "It's twenty-four inches. I'd look like a wasp with an eighteen inch waist."
"Hmmm, goes well with your big boobs and marvelous hips. You look like a real woman, not one of those stick figures. May I touch you?"
"Of course, honey," Jessica said.
"You're a real fox," he said softly, "the best looking girl here."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Jessica said, "but I like to hear you say it."
"My hands are itching to feel your tits," Tim said
Jessica nodded and held onto his cock as she backed into shallower water to expose her big globes fully to his ardent gaze. Her tits bobbed on the surface and he toyed with a nipple, rubbed a hand over each mound, then his fingers worked delicately and skillfully at her thick nipples. He bent his head and she arched her back to press them into his mouth, thrilling to the feel of his lips on her tender tit buds, feeling juice dribbling into her cunt as he sucked gently, going from nipple to nipple. Over his shoulder, she saw that another man had Carol backed up against the side of the pool a few feet away.
Carol lifted one knee, and the man held it in his hand and pushed it to one side. She put her hands on his shoulders and tossed her long mane back as he penetrated her and pumped her pussy rapidly.
Jessica glanced around the pool. Sara was leaning over with her hands on the top step and Brandon was fucking her from the rear. She liked to watch her friend fuck. She looked so damned sexy!
Josh had recovered from Hannah's fucking quickly and had claimed Janine. He lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands on his shoulders and giggled with merriment as he impaled her on his stiff shaft. He held her trim little ass with both hands and stroked into her greedy cunt, and she stirred up the water as she rode his cock.
Sharyn was sitting on the edge of the pool and a man was busily eating her out. She looked at Jessica and winked.
Hannah was squatting in front of a man, giving a man the best head he'd had in ages.
Jessica wondered why Emily had gone for a walk on the beach. This was a hell of a lot more fun than squishing wet sand between your toes!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The tropical, fragrant night air, and the anticipation of taking a heavenly ride on a strange cock made Emily's pussy flow and her heart swell.
Even the humidity didn't bother her, and she slipped easily into the beachcomber ambiance and she sauntered along the beach with the water lapping at her ankles, sipping frequently from her bottle of potent rum punch, utterly happy. Fortunately, her feet were steadier than her heart, or she would have stumbled and fallen flat on her face. In the bright moonlight, she had no difficulty finding the rendezvous spot.
She waited impatiently, afraid someone would come along and hang around until Ken arrived. She told herself she wasn't ashamed of meeting another guy for a fling in the sand. She didn't want anyone to know, nonetheless. She looked around, suddenly wondering how noticeable she was against the moonlight water, how much she stood out on the horizon. She wished she had more familiarity with cheating. Finally, she had to sit down before her shaky knees collapsed.
She sipped her punch and nervously lit a cigarette, remembering too late how much the flare of the lighter lit up her face. She looked at the glowing end of the cigarette, realized it could be seen from yards away, and impetuously stubbed it out. She was beginning to wonder if Ken had stood her up when she sensed someone nearby. As the dark shape came closer, she recognized the man she had chosen for her first dalliance. She knew it wouldn't be her last. One taste of the forbidden fruit was never enough.
Ken had a blanket under one arm and a bottle in his hand. He stopped so close to her, she could smell his maleness. "Hello," he said softly, "I'm glad you decided to come."
The word come seared into her brain. She blushed furiously, glad the darkness hid her agitation. "I thought you had stood me up," she whispered.
"I got delayed. Ready for a romantic stroll in the moonlight?"
"I'm here, aren't I?" She hoped he didn't notice the apprehensive quaver in her voice.
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet, and she let him put his arm around her and matched her pace to his so their inside legs moved together. His thigh felt as if it would burn a hole in her skirt. She wanted him to grope her tit the way Josh did earlier, to begin the seduction so she wouldn't have to make the first move. She wasn't sure she could.
Ken took her around a point of land, out of sight of the resort, to the edge of a small cove, where only the faint sound of their footsteps in the white sand and the moonlit water lapping gently on the beach disturbed the solitude.
"Beautiful," Emily whispered, "and so peaceful. Do you come here often?" She wondered if he brought lots of girls there to fuck, but knew the answer without asking.
"Now and then," Ken said. He didn't tell her the staff made reservations among themselves to use it for their assignations. "We won't be disturbed." He put the bottle down and spread the blanket. "Would you like to sit down?"
"Okay."
"What are you drinking?"
She held up the bottle and looked at it in the moonlight. "Some sort of punch. I think it has rum in it, but I don't know what else. Pretty good stuff, whatever it is."
"Yeah, Jack's infamous knee-bender rum and fruit juice punch," Ken said. "That's the stuff I warned you about this afternoon."
"Why do you call it a knee-bender?"
He chuckled. "Drink three or four of them, then try to walk and you'll understand. I brought wine, whenever you're ready for something different."
"That's why I'm here," she quipped with a girlish giggle. She capped the punch bottle and set it aside and reached for the wine bottle. She drew her knees up to her chest and her short skirt rode up her thighs, giving him a good look at her bare cunt mound. She felt bold and wanton. "The same old, same old gets dreadfully monotonous."
He stared openly at her exposed crotch. "You shave, huh?"
"This is the first time," she said. "Coming to the tropics, I thought it might be cooler."
"Is it?"
She giggled. His bold stare raised the temperature of her blood several degrees. "It isn't very cool right now," she said brazenly.
"Does your husband like your pussy nude?"
"Yeah, he's the one who shaved it. He shaved my legs, then asked if he could shave my pussy, so I let him. But I didn't come here to talk about him."
"Okay."
"You could have your pick of any of the girls I came here with. Why did you choose me? Did you think I'd be easier to fuck because I'm fat?"
"You're not fat," he said quickly. "You're very pretty and vibrant and very sexy."
"I know you're lying, and you didn't answer my question, but I like it anyway."
"I'm glad you came," he said truthfully.
"Oh, how glad are you?"
He took one of her hands and put it between his legs so she could feel his half-hard prick. "This glad."
"My, my, you are pleased." Jack's potent rum punch had loosened her inhibitions. Mixing wine on top of it made her feel even more daring. "Maybe I can make you a teensy-weeny happier."
She pushed him onto his back and crawled over him, straddling his hips, kissed him, plunged her tongue into his mouth and let it roam freely as she reached between her legs, squeezed his cock through his shorts and moaned with merriment.
As their tongues dueled, he reached under her skirt with one hand and caressed her bare ass. With his other hand, he pulled one strap of her tank top off her shoulder so he could fondle her tit.
When he touched her tit, she breathed lustily into his mouth, then sat up astride his body and pulled her top over her head, her body burning with excitement. "There, now you don't have to fight to get to them." She looked at her tits.
"God, my nipples are so hard!" She leaned over and her large tits swung down and enveloped his face. She shook her chest and her opulent mounds gently pummeled his cheeks.
She kissed him again and sucked on his tongue as she unzipped his shorts to liberate his prick, and it sprang into a full erection between her thighs. She skimmed her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft, then gathered his balls into her hand and fondled them, ardor, carnal hunger making her touch rough. She took her mouth off his and mashed one tit into his face.
He cradled the hefty mound with both hands and opened his mouth wide as she squeezed her tit into a sharp cone, then took nipple, areola and as much of her tit as he could into his mouth. The tip of his tongue cavorted around the circumference of the nipple, then he suckled it tenderly.
She stood up with her feet on each side of him and let him look up her skirt. Her pussy had leaked so much, she knew the lips were dripping. "like the view?" she said teasingly.
"Love it," he said.
"I've never displayed myself so brazenly to anyone." She shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her lush body. "Letting you look at my pussy like this makes me feel like a wanton slut."
"A beautiful wench," he agreed. "Just turn loose and enjoy yourself. You deserve it. Without hair in the way, I can see the wet lips of your pussy clearly, and it makes my mouth water."
"Hold that thought," she said, feeling bolder and more wanton as her fervor increased. "Can you reach my pussy?"
He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and touched the lips of her pussy with the tips of his fingers.
She took off her skirt and squatted. "Put a couple fingers in me," she breathed. He put two fingers in her hole, and she cooed with exhilaration. "Now, hold your hand still." She put her hands on her knees and closed her eyes and fucked herself on his fingers. "God, that feels good," she whispered. "Hold on, and I'll cum for you."
"I'm not going anywhere," he chuckled.
She humped her ass a little faster and climaxed, and nearly lost her balance. She opened her eyes and righted herself, and saw another man standing a few feet away, ogling her and grinning. At first, she felt so embarrassed that a stranger was looking at her squatting over Ken, naked, with his fingers up her cunt. Then she didn't give a damn. Ken wasn't exactly a lifelong friend.
"We've got company," she said quietly.
The young man came closer and said, "I'm
Walt, Ken's roomie. He invited me, but I got held up or I would have been here sooner."
"Better late than never," Emily quipped. "Take off your clothes and sit down. I'll get to you in a few minutes." She patted Ken's hand. "Keep your fingers in my pussy, honey."
She turned around knelt over him and yanked his shorts over his feet and tossed them aside, then her tongue snaked out and curled around the head of his stiff cock.
Walt looked at his buddy and said softly, "You were right, she's a hot one."
Ken caressed Emily's ass and pumped his fingers gently in and out of her cunt. She looked so tantalizing on her knees with her ass in the air and her tits jiggling as she licked his prick all over, then slowly lowered her head and eagerly swallowed every hard inch he had to offer her, not stoppfng until her lips touched his groin.
"Damn, she swallowed the whole fucking thing," Ken whispered, his voice laced with passion.
Emily gurgled with exuberance and felt a gallon of juice rush into her cunt as she bobbed her head up and down, twisting it all around, breathing hard as she got more and more turned on. She ate his cock with pizzazz, scraping it with her teeth, teasing his balls with delicate fingers, and doing everything she could think of to make sure he would remember the way she sucked his cock.
She lifted her head and smiled. "Mmmmmm, I love to suck cock." She straddled him and slid up his body and spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers, revealing the luscious, pink interior. She let him look at the delectable feast a moment, then whispered, "How does that look?"
"Scrumptious," he replied.
"Then go for it, baby," she panted as she sat on his face, "eat it good and make me cum." She grabbed his hands and put them on her tits. "Play with my fat tits while you suck my fat cunt."
Ken kneaded her hefty tits, mashed his lips into the gooey maw between her shapely thighs and thrust his tongue into her dripping channel, filling her with carnal pleasure.
She sucked in her breath sharply at the stimulating penetration and ground her twat on his face as she looked at Walt and said, "Play with your cock, baby, and get it real hard. I'm going to want it in a few minutes."
She leaned forward, pressed her fleshy tits against Ken's strong hands, put her hands on the blanket by his head and squirmed on his mouth. He fingers dug into her tits, flooding her with pleasure.
"God, your tongue feels good," she panted, twitching and bucking. "My clit, baby," she moaned, "lick my clit!"
Ken's tongue went lickety-split as he mauled her tits and flogged her clit and tried to swallow the warm juice dribbling into his mouth.
"Oh, God, baby, your tongue is fantastic," she wailed. "Going to cum, baby, going to fill your mouth with cum."
She sat down heavily, the cheeks of her ass wrapped around his chin, and wiggled furiously as she climaxed. A gallon of joy juice gushed out of her cunt and drenched his face. He didn't even try to swallow. He just kept his tongue flashing, lambasting her clit.
A balmy breeze caressed her, dried the sweat and tried unsuccessfully to cool her bucking body as white heat engulfed her and her pussy spasmed again and again, nearly smothering him with her hairless cunt in her spastic furor.
He waited until her passion peaked, then pushed on her hips and urged her to back off so he could breathe.
She scooted backward and squatted over his loins, grabbed his prick and yanked it hard. "Gorgeous cock," she panted as she ran the head up and down the length of her slit, "just what I need."
Walt stroked his cock a little faster, awed by Emily's blatantly display of carnal enthusiasm. "Damn, you're a hot bitch," he said.
"I came here to fuck, baby," she giggled. "You just get that thing in your hand nice and hard and ready for me." She stuck the head of Ken's cock in her sopping cunt and dropped heavily, burying his lance to the hilt and banging her bald mound into his groin. "God, nothing feels as good as a hard cock stuck up my cunt!" She raised her ass and dropped it tentatively a couple times, then started bouncing up and down. "Come on, baby, let's fuck," she urged.
There wasn't much 'let's' to it. She was flying solo, soaring high, skewering herself on his cock, knocking the breath out of herself when she plunged down, and about all he could do was lie there and buck his hips up once in a while and otherwise let her have her way.
"Ahhhhhh, dynamite cock, baby, dynamite," she moaned.
"Your cunt's so fucking tight," he grunted, "fabulous."
"Your cock's so fucking hard," she panted. "I'm going to cum again, baby. Ooohhh, God, fucking your hard fucking cock feels so fucking good."
She had no idea what she was saying. Her whole world was centered in her crotch, where his heavenly cock was plundering her cunt without mercy. She rode him hard, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, grunting every time his cockhead hit the bottom of her cunt.
He hung onto her heaving tits and kneaded them hard, thankful that help waited in the wings. She was a hell of a lot more hot-blooded than he expected, and she would fuck him half to death if he tried to satisfy her by himself.
Abruptly, she thrust her ass down as hard as she could, bouncing her crotch off his groin, and her wails of bliss shattered the stillness of the secluded cove. She held his cock to the hilt and corkscrewed her ass and hunched and jerked and squealed, "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me hard!"
He tried, but there wasn't much he could do to help. He didn't think she needed much help anyway. She was off in the wild blue yonder, and soaring higher.
"Awesome," Walt said. "You've really got your hands full, no pun intended."
Ken kneaded Emily's tits and hoped she stopped before she exhausted him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tim kissed Jessica and reached for her knee. She wanted a more comfortable place than the pool to fuck, where she could lie down and really get into it. He cupped her cunt and stuck a finger in her hole, and too excited to wait any longer, she gave in and put her knee in his hand. He gently pushed it to the side to clear the way to her hot snatch.
She looked down as he shuffled closer. His prick was short and stubby, more like a blunt instrument than a tool for deep fucking. She guided it with one hand and moaned softly as he entered her.
He immediately started stroking in and out of her hot box, fucking her urgently, and she stood on her right foot with her left leg hooked around his waist and wiggled her ass. She could tell from the way he was panting that he wasn't going to last long. She clutched his cock with her strong muscles, wiggled her ass faster, and her sex gun fired promptly. He emptied his load into her with a loud grunt, then slowly withdrew and backed away.
"You're a good fuck, Jessica," he said.
Another man was waiting to take Tim's place. "How about giving old George some of that pretty pussy," he said.
Jessica didn't want to fuck standing up again. She took George's hand and led him out of the pool to a heavily padded chaise lounge and lay down. Several men gathered around to watch, and she shivered with excitement. She had a streak of exhibitionism about a yard wide, and fucking in front of a group of leering men thrilled her.
She spread her legs and pulled George's head between her thighs for a little licking before he fucked her. He gave her sticky pussy a good tongue bath, then mounted her. His cock was longer than Tim's, and thicker, giving her more leeway, and she heaved her ass up and down as hard as she could, helping him fuck her. She came after just a few strokes, screaming and twisting with ecstasy. He rode up on her slit, rubbed her clit with his cock and got her off again with a big bang, and by the time he came in her, she was on the verge of another climax.
Three more men mounted her in quick succession. The last one had a much bigger cock that went real deep and gave her a powerful, shattering orgasm. She waved the other men away with a smile and sat up.
"Break time, fellows," she said. "Come back later."
Sara was on another chaise nearby and several men were stoking their cocks as they watched and waited their turn to fuck her.
Sharyn was on her hands and knees by the side of the pool, and one man was humping her pussy from behind and another man was fucking her mouth.
Carol was kneeling in front of a chair with her mouth full of cock.
Hannah was riding a man's cock and Janine was sitting on his face, getting her slit licked.
What looked like a total bust for a party had turned into a full-blown orgy.
Hannah finished with the man she was riding, stood and looked around and pointed to a man with a long, slender cock. "You get my ass," she said. "Whoever wants my pussy, lie down on that lounge."
There was a mad scramble as all the men tried to get on the lounge. Hannah waited until they sorted themselves out and one man claimed the honor, then crawled over him on her hands and knees with her perky ass stuck up in the air and looked over her shoulder at the man with the long, slender cock. He got on the lounge behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass.
"One more for my mouth," she said.
There was another mad scramble and a lucky man claimed her mouth.
"She makes me envious," Sara muttered to Jessica.
"Yeah, me, too," Jessica said. "I think I'll find a cock to sit on."
"Good idea," Sara said. She dragged a padded chair over by the lounge, picked out a man with a hard cock and pointed to the chair. "Sit down." She turned around, straddled his legs and backed over him and sat down on his cock. "Can you see Hannah?"
"Baby, I don't have to see," he chuckled. "I can feel, and it feels fantastic!" He put his arms around her and fondled her big tits.
"Suit yourself," she replied as she started riding his cock.
The man behind Hannah paused, wondering how he was going to hold her buttocks apart and put his cock in her. Carol came to his rescue, gripped his prick in her soft hand and guided the knob to Hannah's ass-hole.
Janine and Sharyn stood close by, eagerly diddling their clits as they watched the fiery scene.
Jessica changed her mind about sitting on a cock. She wanted one in her mouth, twitching and spasming against her tongue and shooting hot jets of jism down her throat. She dragged another chair close to the lounge and cut a man out of the herd, grabbed his cock like a pump handle and grinned. "Come over here and let me blow your horn."
"Honey, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all afternoon."
Jessica clamped her lips around his shaft and sucked enthusiastically, eagerly waiting for cream to flow down her gullet.
Hannah sighed happily as the man behind her pressed his cock against the tight ring of her anus. Knowing she could easily take the other one in her cunt, she held herself steady as the swollen head slowly penetrated her ass. She felt the tip of his dick stretch her tiny rectal mouth wide and the knob suddenly popped inside.
His weight pushed her ass down, and Carol was Johnny-on-the-spot again, reaching under Hannah and holding the other man's stiff rod upright as she sank down. Hannah let herself go, and the cock sank into her steaming cuntal canal. She put her feet on the ground and hunched, and the prick went in to the hilt.
Sharyn reached out and gripped the prick of the man waiting to fill Hannah's mouth and he responded to her gentle tug. Hannah lifted her head and opened her mouth wide, and she guided the head of the cock between the girl's lips.
With hot, hard cocks stuffing all three of her holes, Hannah was in a state of total ecstasy. She sucked the cock in her mouth and wiggled her ass up and down between the other two cocks, and could feel them rubbing against the thin membrane separating her holes.
Carol caressed Hannah's ass and Sharyn and Janine played with her dangling tits. She loved the feel of the soft, feminine hands gently caressing her all over, playing with her nipples, cupping her heavy tits, rubbing her buttocks, massaging her clit, and fondling the pricks as they pumped in and out of her. She moaned softly around the cock stuffing her mouth and undulated her body to help the men fuck her three delicious openings.
Sharyn lay on a lounge and a man immediately straddled her chest.
"I want to fuck your tits," he said with a groan of passion.
Sharyn pushed her big tit mounds up around his shaft, capturing it in soft warmth. He pushed forward and she stuck out her tongue to lick the head when it popped out, and he pulled the back of the lounge into a higher position so her mouth was closer to her tits. His cock was just long enough to reach her lips, and she ovaled her mouth and let the head of his prick slip into her mouth each time he snapped his hips forward.
His cock swelled and spewed sperm as he was pulling back for another stroke between her tits. Sharyn caught part of his semen in her mouth and the rest splashed on her neck and over her tits, coating them, making them a little slicker. He stroked rapidly, fucking her tits hard until the last of his cum dribbled out, then climbed off and another man straddled chest.
Sara came, emptied the cock she was riding, and leaned back against the man with his limp cock captured in her tight cunt.
Jessica got her mouthful of sticky seed, then turned around, sat down, and watched the others.
Janine was lying on another lounge with a man in her saddle, delivering quick, final, frantic strokes, and she lay with her eyes closed, squealing as she came. The man loaded up her cunt, withdrew, and another man quickly took his place, and she eagerly guided his shaft into her with a welcoming smile and delicate fingers.
Sharyn got a full load of cum down her throat from the second man. When another man climbed over her and shoved his cock in her face, she pushed him back and looked at the other two men waiting their turn at her mouth.
"Wait, fellows." She grinned when they groaned with disappointment. "I'll take this one in my mouth, but I want you two to take turns fucking me."
She pushed the man kneeling over her to the side and unlocked the back of the lounge and let it all the way down. One man crawled between her legs and pronged her furiously, and another man stuck his cock in her mouth.
A tremendous climax ripped into Hannah, and she moaned louder and twisted with carnal ecstasy. The movements of the man fucking her ass became jerky and uncoordinated, and he unleashed his scalding semen as the cock in her mouth erupted and his jizz poured down her throat as the cock in her cunt spurted. Hot, thick male essence was pouring into her two bottom holes and her mouth at the same time, and she wondered briefly if the three rivers of cum would meet somewhere in the middle of her body.
She collapsed, and the three men lifted her and carried her to the pool, put her on the bottom step and she looked up at them with a big grin.
"Thanks, guys," she muttered, "you gave me a mighty fine fucking."
The other girls joined Hannah in the pool a few minutes later. The men relaxed in chairs around the pool, their cocks limp, their souls at peace.
"The water is going to be so full of cum, they'll have to drain the pool," Hannah said. Carol giggled. "If it hadn't been for you, this would have been a dull night. You got the guys so turned on, they couldn't stand by and just watch. I've never seen a girl fuck a guy standing up the way you did."
"Well, you're not as tall as I am, but you're tall enough," Hannah said. "You ought to try it."
"Yeah, I think I just might," Carol laughed.
"So," Sara chimed in, "what do you say we line the guys up and blow them down?"
"From the looks of them, no matter how much we sucked, we wouldn't get anything," Sharyn said.
"Guess that leaves just us girls to entertain ourselves until the guys are ready for us," Janine said.
Sharyn laughed. "Are you suggesting a daisy chain?"
"You know me," Janine laughed. "Let's change around after each orgasm so we all get to eat each other."
"Now, that sounds like fun," Sara said.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ken rolled his head to the side and looked at his roommate. "You'd better get in here. I've got a real firecracker on my hands."
"Looks like she's on your cock as well as your hands," Walt smirked.
Walt stood in front of Emily, his stiff prick sticking straight out from his loins, level with her heated eyes, and she stared at it hungrily. She wrapped her hand around his prick and shook it. "The more the merrier," she giggled. "Put that luscious thing in my mouth and let me give it a little loving."
Walt took a step forward and she wrapped one arm around his hips and closed her lips over the head of his cock, sucking enthusiastically and bouncing up and down on Ken's cock a little faster. She moaned and gurgled with glee, bobbing her head rapidly back and forth, thrilling at the feel of the cocks pleasuring both ends of her impassioned body.
She couldn't believe her good fortune.
Getting fucked by two strong young studs on her first night at the resort exceeded her wildest expectations. If this was a precursor of the rest of her vacation, she hoped the days and nights dragged on endlessly.
Walt put his hand behind her head to keep his cock in her mouth and knelt in front of her, reached under her chest and fondled her dangling tits and tweaked her puffy nipples.
Emily lifted her head and panted, "I want both of you to fuck me at the same time."
"Your wish is our command," Walt said gallantly.
"Cum in her mouth first," Ken said.
"Can you do that and still fuck me?" Emily asked breathlessly.
"Sure I can," Walt assured her. "You really turn me on."
"Then do it, I want a taste of your cum!"
Walt stood and held her head in his hands, and Emily got on her hands and knees and reached between his legs to cup his balls. Ken got on his knees and rammed his cock back up her cunt as Walt stuck his prick back into her mouth and felt his balls stir as he fucked her face hard and fast.
The sensation of rock-hard male meat plundering both ends of her body besieged Emily. Walt's balls bounced off her chin and Ken's balls slapped into her hairless slit as they fucked her dynamically, and she felt another orgasm building deep in her cunt. She didn't have to strive for it; it came on strong, and she couldn't have stopped it any more than she could have stopped a hurricane. She rocked back and forth between her two fuckers, clenching Ken's cock with her cunt and bestowing robust suction upon Walt's cock.
Walt came suddenly, squirting her mouth full of hot cream. She moaned with merriment, alternated between swallowing hastily and sucking impetuously, hungry for every drop of his essence, and he gave her the full load from his balls, then stepped back. His cock remained erect, bouncing up and down in time to the beat of his heart, and she stared at it and continued to rock back and forth on Ken's cock.
"Let's switch," Walt said.
"Wait," Emily moaned, "let me cum.. .gotta cum first." She whooped and rocked faster. "Ohhh, fuck," she wailed. Her orgasm seized her, and her body became a flurry of motion.
Ken grabbed her hips and battered her cunt without mercy, driving her over the peak. Walt stroked his cock and waited patiently, watching her tits flop around under her chest from her violent tossing and twisting. Her passion ebbed and she fell onto her side and Ken rolled with her, his cock still buried in her cunt.
"Now," she gasped, "both of you fuck me."
She lifted her upper leg into the air, exposing both of her holes. "There, one for each of you."
Ken pulled his prick out of her cunt and put the head against her tight little back door. The oil from her fuck channel coating his cock eased his entrance as he penetrated her ass-hole, and she concentrated on relaxing her sphincter, sighing with delight as his stiff prong gradually filled her rear canal.
Walt got on his side in front of her and she grasped his prick eagerly and ran the knob through her bloated cunt lips, then stuck the head in the hairless mouth. He gored her with one quick lunge, sinking it all the way to the base, then he and Ken lay inactive, their cocks completely buried in her body, letting her adjust to the feel of the dual incursion.
"Hmmm," she muttered, "you two know just what to do. You've double-fucked a lot of girls, haven't you?"
"Yeah, a few," Walt grunted.
"A few my ass," she giggled, wiggling her butt back and forth. "God, it feels wonderful!" she whispered. "Okay, I'm ready, fuck me good."
She wiggled and squirmed and twitched as they lunged in and out of her ass and cunt simultaneously. Her climax came on abruptly, without warning, and her body vibrated and writhed tumultuously, her cunt pulsating around
Walt's shaft, flooding it with hot passion juice, and her ass-hole tightening around Ken's prick. He could swear he felt her guts sucking on the head of his cock. He had fucked several girls in the ass and had never felt anything like it. He was pretty sure that she'd never had a cock up her ass and cunt at the same time, but she sure was enjoying it.
Ken and Walt fought Emily's strong muscles and pumped their meat into her as hard as they could. Her passion amazed them. Frequently, when they double-fucked a girl, she accepted it submissively. This hot-blooded girl fucked them as passionately as they fucked her, urged them on, begged for more.
Walt grabbed one of her tits and kneaded the hefty mound, and Ken reached over her, grabbed her other tit and pulled and twisted the thick nipple.
The difference in their touch, in the way they groped her tits and nipples, added electrifying variations to the pleasure deluging her body and mind. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted passionately.
They fucked her rhythmical, aggressively, Walt's groin pummeling her crotch as he slammed his cock up her spastic sheath and Ken's groin banging into the fleshy cheeks of her shapely ass as he plundered her tight ass-hole.
Emily thought she was hedonistic heaven, sandwiched between two guys, and took the battering with delight, breathing hard, moaning and twisting and humping between them.
Walt felt his balls contract and let out a roar of triumph as he shot a wad of thick jism into the recesses of her cunt. Emily slammed her cunt at him and came with him, and their cream mixed together in her, lubricating her tight sheath so he slipped back and forth easily. He gave her a final squirt, then came to a gradual halt, breathing hard. He left his dick in her until it softened, then pulled out with a faint plop and joy juice gushed out and ran down the inside of her thigh.
Ken continued to fuck her ass-hole with his prick, extending her orgasm, and she lay on her side with her knees drawn up to her chest, her tits shaking from the force of his lunges. He released a load of boiling jism into her ass-hole and she came again. He stayed with her until her passions subsided, then withdrew, and his spunk seeped out of the narrow mouth and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
Emily rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagle. Ken got the bottle of wine and handed it to her, and she sat up, took a hearty swig and handed the bottle to Walt. He drank and handed the bottle back to Ken.
"Thanks loads, guys," she said, then giggled.
"And thanks for the loads." Eddies of pleasure still lay in her body, reminding her of the delicious stimulation she had just experienced. "That was a fabulous fuck. I've never been fucked by two guys at once. Wish I hadn't waited so long to try it."
"We're happy to help out," Ken said. "You're a great fuck."
"You can say that again," Walt agreed.
"I'm really glad I came," she said. "And, boy, I came and came!" She took another swig from the wine bottle and sighed. "I don't know how long I'll be here. Can we get together again, soon?"
Walt and Ken looked at each other and shrugged.
"Sure," said Ken.
"Fine with me," said Walt.
She looked at her crotch and snickered. "God, I'm a mess. You two must have cum a gallon." She stood and stretched, lifting her heavy tits and accentuating them. "Well, fortunately there's a great big bath tub out there. Coming in?"
"Maybe later," Ken said.
"What's the matter, afraid a barracuda will think those things are bait?"
Unhurried, Emily crossed the beach, consciously exaggerating the oscillation of her ass for their benefit, waded in until her tits floated, then started swimming.
Ken watched the swing of her ass and chuckled. "God, she's a hot one. It's a good thing you came along. I don't think I could have handled her by myself."
"Yeah, you picked out a good one this time."
"I didn't expect her to be such a wildcat, that's for sure."
"I'd like to fuck her again."
"Yeah, so would I," Ken agreed. "Her cunt and ass and mouth are all great. Want to have another go at her tonight? You can have her ass this time."
"Hmmm, it's an interesting idea," Walt said. "What about you? You up to another round with her?"
"Yeah, I can manage another hard-on. I think she'd be more than willing. She's hot enough, that's for sure."
"Let's see what she wants to do. Don't want to push her too hard the first time."
"Okay, but she sure acts willing enough."
Emily rolled onto her back and floated lazily in the surf, gazing at the stars. Warm water washed between her legs and made her tits sway, adding a natural sensuality to the pleasure which continued to rippled through her.
She thought about having another go at Ken and Walt, then decided she would wait, let the anticipation build. Anyway, she didn't want to make a pig of herself the first night. She might scare them off, and then where would she find another pair to give her such a fine pick-me-up, such a nice helping of hard cock?
She swam to shore and walked slowly toward them with her chest held high, displaying her tits. Water sparkled on her body in the moonlight, accenting her nipples and nude cunt mound. She stopped in front of them and stretched languidly, aware they were ogling her charms.
"Nothing like a superb fuck and a moonlight swim to perk a girl up," she said. "What did you two decide?"
"About what?" Ken asked, feigning innocence.
"About fucking me again." She sat down facing them and took a swig of wine from the bottle. "That's what you were talking about, isn't it?" She leaned back on her elbows, her legs open so they could see her pussy, her tits rising and falling gently as she breathed, adding to her allure.
"You've got a real foxy figure," Walt said.
"Thank you, but I think I need to lose a few pounds."
"Not in your tits," Ken laughed, "they're perfect."
"I don't see anything wrong with the rest of you," Walt said.
"You two are so full of bullshit," she laughed, "but I love it." She sat up. "So, what did you decide?"
"Tomorrow night, you come to our cottage and we'll do it in bed," Ken said. "How does that sound?"
"like a winner," Emily replied, grinning.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When Emily came up from the beach, the pavilion was deserted except for the bartender. She turned her upper body and looked around, and her left breast slipped out of her top. "Damn things have got a mind of their own," she mumbled. She adjusted her top, and saw the bartender watching her and grinning. She returned his grin and said, "Where is everybody?"
"Gone to their cottages, I guess," he said. "They had an orgy, then paired off and left."
She wondered if Josh had gone back to their cottage or gone home with somebody. If there had been an orgy, she was pretty sure he took part. That was their agreement, after all, and it eased the twinge of guilt for what she'd done. But not necessarily for the way she'd done it. She had really let herself go and acted like a.. .well, she didn't know what, but it probably wasn't good.
She sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a rum punch. As if she hadn't already had enough of the potent stuff.
"You must be Jack," she said.
"That's me," he replied.
She ogled the ebony hunk without being conspicuous. He was putting everything away, and it was obvious he was getting ready to close up and leave. She thought he was giving her the eye, but it could just be her overactive imagination. She could be imagining every man would now be interested in her just because she had fucked Ken and Walt.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Depends," he said noncommittally, flashing her a bright smile that displayed perfect white teeth. "Is it illegal, immoral or fattening?"
She flushed slightly at his reference to fat and smiled weakly. What she had in mind could easily be considered immoral by some people. Married women weren't supposed to pick up some guy to take home and fuck.
"I don't think it's fattening," she said. "As to illegal, I don't know what the rules are around here."
"You left one out," he said softly.
She smiled weakly again. "I'm afraid I've had a little too much to drink to find my way back to my cottage. It's so dark and all.. .and well.. . " She took a deep breath and screwed up her courage. "Will you walk with me? I don't want to get lost in the dark."
"What you're name."
"Emily."
"Okay, Emily, I'll walk you to your cottage. Give me a couple of minutes to close up, and I'll be right with you."
She waited patiently until he closed up, then took his arm as they walked toward the cottages, thrilling as she felt his muscles, wondering if his cock would get just as hard.
"I hope I'm not taking you too far out of your way," she said as she leaned on him, faking the inability to walk unaided. "Do you live in one of the cottages?"
"In town," he replied. He put his hand over the one she was resting on his arm and patted it. "None of the hired help live at the resort."
"Is it very far into town?"
"About a half mile. I usually walk both way. Gives me more exercise."
"You don't look or feel as though you need that much exercise."
"Exercise keeps me that way," he said with a soft chuckle. "What's your cottage number?"
Emily told him and held his arm tighter as they neared it. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw there were no lights on. If Josh had been there, every light in the place would be on, even if he had already gone to bed.
"May I offer you a drink to repay this favor," she asked, "or is it against the rules?"
"That takes care of the illegal part," he quipped, opening the door for her. "I'll come in for a nightcap."
The only light burning was a small lamp on a table at one end of the sofa, and the room was mostly in shadow, filled with the aroma of the sweet-smelling flowers that abounded in the lush, tropical climate.
"What will you have?"
He spotted a bottle of premium bourbon and pointed to it. She made the drinks and sat on the small sofa next to him. He liked her and wondered if he was going to get lucky. She acted like she was hot-to-trot, and he was just the fellow to put her through her paces.
"It's awfully hot in here," she said. "Do you mind if I take off my top?"
"It's your place, honey, you can do whatever you want."
Emily stood and took off her top and dropped it on the floor, shook her hair out and stretched, lifting her arms over head and pulling her heavy tits up and out.
He eyed her tits blatantly. The thick nipples capping the mounds were already standing out, fully erect. "Do you always strip in front of strangers?"
"Well, it seems like a friendly place. Most of the girls run around without much covering their breasts, and anything else, me included. Besides, you're not going to jump me, are you?"
"Not unless you want me to."
"I'm not sure."
She knew instantly that was a lie. She did want him to come on to her, but she just didn't know how to break the ice with him. For all she knew, he wasn't interested in her, or any white girl. She'd never had a black guy, but she had fantasized about it once in a while, and just had never had the opportunity to do it.
"You're calling the shots," he said. "In any case, I like your breasts. They're really fine."
"Thank you. You don't think I'm too fat?"
"Where are you fat? Besides, I don't go for skinny girls. If their ribs show, I look somewhere else."
"But you wouldn't turn one down if she was available, would you?"
He chuckled. "Are you here alone, Emily? Getting away from it all, are you, all by your lonesome?"
"No." She didn't want to talk about Josh. "I'll bet lots of the girls chase you, don't they?"
"Why do you think so?"
"You're young and handsome and have such a good body. Girls go for that."
"What's your husband's name?"
"Josh, but why do we have to talk about him?"
"I don't want to get shot by a jealous husband."
"He won't shoot you. We have an agreement. The real purpose of this vacation is to branch out a little, recharge our batteries, so to speak, and renew our.. . "
"Your passion," he finished for her. "Marriage getting a little dull, was it?"
"Oh, the marriage was okay, but the sex was worse than dull. You get all the pussy you want, don't you?"
"I get my share. Have you made up your mind?"
"Is it true what they say about black men."
"What's that?"
The conversation was going around in circles, and neither of them seemed ready to get directly to the point. If he wanted to, he could easily take charge and fuck her. He preferred to let her find her way. He would guide her, tug her gently in the direction he wanted her to go, but he wouldn't force her. He certainly didn't want her screaming to the management later that he forced her into doing anything.
"That they're built larger."
"Well, I'm not a small fellow, now am I?"
"A big body isn't what I meant, and you know it."
"Some things should be discovered in their own time, in their own way."
"Do you think I'm attractive? Do you want to touch me?"
"Yes, I think you're very attractive, and I want to touch you. Do you want me to touch you?"
She took the few steps necessary to put her between his legs, he opened them, and she moved up until her tits were right in front of his face. She reached down, took his big hands in hers and lifted them to her chest.
He caressed her tits, and her nipples got harder and thicker and bigger. She took off his shirt and ran her hands over his chest. He leaned forward and sucked her tit tips gently as his hand sneaked up her leg under her skirt. She spread her legs and shivered as he put his hand between her thighs and touched her mound. The heat in her body had risen quickly and her pussy was sopping. She wondered if he would comment on it.
"You work fast," she said breathlessly.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
He leaned back and looked her in the eyes as he unfastened her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She trembled and curved her hips, pushing her mound up and out. He kissed her at the top of her slit and she shuddered. He ran the tip of one thick finger up and down her slit, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
He stood and kicked off his sandals, and she understood that the rest was up to her. If she wanted his cock, she would have to undress him. Her fingers shook as she opened the top button of his pants and pulled the zipper down. His pants fell down by themselves, leaving him naked. His long ebony cock hung limply between his legs, and she looked at it and smiled happily.
"It's true," she said softly. "Feel like working overtime tonight?"
"This isn't work."
"By the time I get through with you," she said huskily, "it will be." She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs and stared at him as she ran her palm over her mound, then used both hands to peel the lips of her pussy apart.
He knelt between her legs and nuzzled his mouth into her snatch, and she wrapped her legs around his neck, pressed her cunt into his mouth and he thrust his tongue into her liquid channel as far as it would go. And he had a long tongue! She squirmed as he ate her expertly, hitting all the most exciting spots, licking and nibbling her hard joy buzzer gently and tongue-fucking her.
She writhed impatiently as he sucked her cunt, rolling her head from side to side on the back of the sofa and hunching his mouth, getting hotter and hotter. He pushed her legs up and spread them wide apart, and she tried to climb the back of the sofa when his tongue touched her tightly puckered little ass-hole. He licked the crack of her ass, then pushed the tip of his tongue into her back door, and she stiffened her body and lifted her ass all the way off the sofa, arching her back, trembling and twisting as he tongue-fucked her in the butt for a few seconds.
He replaced his tongue with his finger and put his tongue back in her twat, and she rocked back and forth on his finger buried in her ass and his tongue scouring her clitoris. Her lust soared higher, she hit the top of the peak and screamed, giving herself over to the crashing waves of orgasm. He jabbed his finger into her ass-hole, and she writhed and undulated, inching her back up the sofa until she was nearly stretched out straight in front of him with her shoulders and legs supporting her.
He backed away, and she sucked air into her starving lungs as fast and as hard as she could. Her head felt like it had become separated from the rest of her tingling, trembling body as she floated down slowly, coming back to earth on gossamer wings of satiation.
"Now I know where you're hiding the fat you're so worried about," he teased, patting her damp, plump mound.
"Mmmmmm, I'm very glad you walked me home," she panted.
He stood up in front of her, and she licked his balls and gently tugged on his half-hard cock. "I've never even seen one so big, let alone sucked one," she whispered. "I don't know if I can get it in my mouth."
"Sure you can," he said soothingly. "Lots of girls have."
She licked his stem up and down and swirled her tongue all over the knob, then stared at the big tool and jerked it slowly, exhilarated beyond words. It was only the first day of her vacation, and she was already getting her third cock. Jack was so much more gentle, so much more exciting than Ken and Walt, and even though she'd had both of their cocks at once, she was enjoying this more.
Jack's cock began to grow, and she wrapped both hands around it, one above the other, and moved them together, pumping it faster. Josh's cock was larger than average, but nothing like this hunk of dark meat. "It's so lovely," she murmured.
She couldn't believe she was so amazingly fired up after the double-fucking on the beach. She licked her lips, opened her mouth until her jaws creaked and quickly took the hot knob between her lips. God, it felt so good in her mouth! She sucked on the head as hard as she could and slowly swallowed as much of the massive brown spear as she could, then reached between his legs and fondled his big balls.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jack held Emily's head loosely between his hands and fucked her mouth, and she twisted her head all around and breathed through flaring nostrils as she sucked and played with his balls. His cock grew and grew, and her jaws wouldn't stretch far enough to hold it. She pushed him back and chased it with her tongue as it bounced up and down, keeping time with the beat of his heart.
He pulled her to her feet and said, "When I lift you, hold onto my shoulders and spread your legs real wide and wrap them loosely around my waist."
"Hurry, baby, I can't wait any longer!"
He lifted her easily, and she clung to his shoulders and spread her legs, wondering how he was going to get his cock in her, beginning to feel as though she didn't know what was going on. He turned and leaned her back against the wall and she threw her legs around his waist and stared down between her thighs at his prick as he took it in one hand and put the head just inside her tight, wet cunt.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, clinging to his waist with her legs and digging her fingers into his broad, muscular shoulders.
"Now comes the fun part," he said with a deep chuckle.
She hunched her ass forward and groaned. "What do I do?"
"Nothing but enjoy, baby. Just relax, and I'll do all the work."
"You do the work, but I can't relax," she cackled. She shivered all over with hot thrills as his long, thick prick gored her. The head struck bottom, and she gasped, "God, talk about hiding the salami! I didn't know my cunt would stretch so much. God, your cock is dynamite, baby. Fuck me!"
He held her by the crease where her thighs joined her body and pushed her back until only the head of his cock was inside the mouth of her cunt, then pulled her forward, sending his cock up her sex sheath. "See," he muttered, "it works."
"Oh, fuck, you can say that again," she panted.
"Just don't let go, or you're liable to fall on your pretty white ass."
"It feels so good," she whimpered, "so fucking good!"
"Your cunt is really tight," he said.
She squeezed his cock with her cunt muscles. "Did you feel that?"
"Damn, that's great! Keep doing it."
"You just keep fucking me, and I'll take care of my end."
He swung her buttocks back and forth, sliding her cunt along the length of his cock, going in to the hilt on every thrust. Their bodies bounced off each other, and her tits swayed and jiggled, rubbing her nipples lightly over his chest. She clung to his shoulders for dear life, mashed her mouth against his, and thrust her tongue down his throat.
She got more and more excited, and finally had to take her mouth off his so she could catch her breath.
"This is so exciting," she panted. "I've never done it this way."
She tensed her legs and twisted her ass around, making the big, bulbous head of his prick touch every part of the inside of her cunt, then dug her fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders and popped, her whole body shuddering as her cunt spasmed.
Her large tits shook from the forceful thrusts he drove into her, his groin jolting her hard and fast, and she came again, fresh fluid flowing into her cunt, lubricating his cock, making it slide easier.
His biceps bulged as he moved her back and forth, feeling her legs flexing as they clung to his waist. It was a good way to fuck, especially when the girl was as hot and as active as this one. Most of the girls he met had never done it this way and really got a charge out it. But most of them just clung to him and let him do all the work. This one was wriggling and writhing just as though he had her in bed. He loved it! She was one of the best fucks he'd had recently.
"I'm going to put you down," he said. "Be careful, I'd hate to damage such valuable merchandise."
"I'm okay," she whispered in his ear. She unwrapped her legs and put her feet on the floor. She was so weak in the knees, she had to hold onto his arms for support. "God," she gasped, "that's the wildest fuck I've ever had. It was fabulous!"
"You got off really hard. When a girl cums so hard, it boosts my ego."
"Oh, honey, with that big brown plunger stuffing my cunt so full, I didn't have any choice but to cum hard!"
"Well, it is different," he said.
"Do you always fuck like this?"
"No, but I like to vary things once in a while. You just caught me when I was feeling very physical."
"Mmmmmm, I'm glad I did. It was fantastic!"
He picked her up and set her on the couch and stood in front of her with the head of his cock close to her lips.
"What if your husband came home right now?"
She tilted her head back and looked up at him and grinned. "I'd ask him if he wanted to help you fuck me."
"You like it with two guys at once, huh? Have you ever done it with a guy and a girl?"
She shook her head and attempted to catch his dick with her mouth, and he turned sideways, keeping it away from her.
"No," she said softly. "What's it like?"
"I think it's fun, but you'll have to experience it for yourself to really know." He rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips, teasing her with it. "Want me to invite another girl to join us next time?"
"Yes," she hissed.
He took his cock away and stroked it slowly. He was uncut, and the big brown head appeared and disappeared under the foreskin as he moved his hand up and down the shaft. She reached into her crotch and fingered her slit as she watched his erotic play.
"Does your husband like to watch you play with your pussy?"
"Yeah," she chuckled, "it really turns him on.
"Does he ever jack off for you."
"I've never asked him to."
"But you've wanted to, haven't you? Why is it that people can't talk to each other about sex?"
"Are we going to get philosophical, or are we going to fuck some more?"
"Maybe a little of both. Answer my question."
"I don't know. Maybe we're afraid of saying something that will cause trouble."
She caught his cock with her mouth and covered the big brown knob with her lips. He chuckled and let her suck him a few moments, then knelt and delicately parted the folds of flesh at the top of her slit with two fingers and flicked his tongue over her clit.
He took her ankles in his hands and pushed her legs back, then put her feet on the sofa, and she dug her heels in and let her knees fall to the side. He slid his finger slowly up and down her slit, then stuck it up her superheated hole and her body undulated from the top of her head to the tips of her toes as her pleasure and passion suddenly mounted again.
"Your mound is so soft and plump," he whispered. "I love it."
He fucked her with his finger and licked her slit, and she wiggled her ass and thrust her cunt up, right on the verge of cumming again.
She shivered hard and moaned, "Suck my clit, I'm about to cum!"
He put two fingers around her clit and pressed firmly and made it pop all the way out of its hood.
"Nice clit," he mumbled.
Lust boiled through her veins, swelling her nipples and clit even harder and setting her mind on fire. "Suck it before I go crazy," she cried.
He merely touched the erect nubbin of sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue and instead of going crazy, she climaxed, so hard her throat locked up and she couldn't even scream.
He rose to his knees, lifted her off the couch and sat her on his cock, then turned and laid her on the floor on her back. "Now that I've got your motor running again, let's fuck."
"Oh, yes," she wailed. "Dear God, yes, fuck my brains out!"
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her shapely gams over his broad shoulders and drove his ebony monster all the way into her blistering, tightly stretched twat in one swift movement. She yelped in pain, then moaned with ecstasy as he started pounding her spasming, sucking cunt.
She lost all sense of time and place, became one big cunt, every nerve in her body sending erotic signals to her brain. She couldn't stop cumming. She locked her ankles around his neck to keep her pussy tipped up for perfect entry and dug her fingers into his biceps as he plundered her pussy with his pulsing prick, slamming into her with enough force to scoot her across the floor, each deep thrust of his huge one-eyed monster bringing on another climax.
After what seemed like hours, and more orgasms than she could count, she felt his prick swell and erupt. He jammed all of his cock into her with a mighty lunge and she clamped her muscles around the spasming tool and tried to fuck back at him, but she was pinned to the floor so hard, she could barely move. His huge cock spasmed over and over, and she could feel it spurting load after load of his hot cum. He didn't slow down, but kept poking her for all he was worth as their combined juices oozed out of her pussy and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
He flipped her over as easily, as he would a doll, and fucked her doggie-style, frigging her clit with one hand and pinching her nipples with his other hand. He lunged into her so hard that he knocked her flat, and his cock fell out of her cunt. He pulled her back onto her knees, spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands, and stuck the head of his cock against her ass-hole.
So much cum had dribbled down from her pussy that her bunghole was well-lubricated, and his cock slid slowly into the hot, tight channel of her ass. Her breath hissed out of her throat as the demanding prick bored in, sinking all the way up her butt, and she came almost at once, trembling wildly, moaning loudly as he reamed her.
He reached under her and groped her dangling tits, then held onto one tit and slid his other hand between her legs and stuck the tip of one finger in her slit and rubbed her clit. She curved back down and raised her ass higher and jammed back at him, then trembled and jerked as she came. He bucked against her ass, thrusting his cock deep into her backside and rubbed her clit faster, and her movements became convulsive and spastic.
She came again and again, then felt him dump a load of cum deep in her rectum. She relaxed, sure that he would need a long rest after exerting so much energy and cumming twice in such a short time. Instead, he backed away, dropped to his back and wiggled between her legs, grabbed her hips and pulled her ass down.
"Dear God," she moaned when her pussy touched his lips.
She stayed on all fours, afraid she would fall over if she tried to sit on his face, and moaned and arched her back, pushing her crotch down. He thrust his tongue deep into the tender sweetness of her cunt and an electrifying thrill coursed through her as he buried his lips in her quivering quim and flicked his tongue over her tingling, swollen clit.
"Oh, God, yes," she moaned hotly, "lick my clit!" She curled her ass forward, dragging his tongue down to her juicy hole. "Fuck me with your tongue! Oh, fuck, do it all to me! Oh, I love it! God damn, I'm going to cum again!"
He dug his fingers into her buttocks and licked her clit in a frenzy of hunger, and actually felt the wave of ecstasy wash over her as she shuddered and screamed and came again. He stabbed the gooey succulence of her snatch repeatedly with his tongue, driving it as deep as he could, and she twisted convulsively and came again and again in a chain of shattering orgasms.
He arms gave out, and she fell onto her chest. She came again, jerking and hunching and twisting violently, then she reached the breaking point and fell flat, still straddling his head. He rolled her onto her back and she lay spread-eagled, panting and gasping for breath, every muscle and nerve in her body trembling and tingling, her cunt throbbing.
"I've never been fucked so well," she muttered. "I won't be able to cum for a week!"
"Damned if that's so," he said. "I want an invitation for an encore before then."
"Baby, you're welcome back any time!"
"What about your husband?"
"Do you want to fuck him, too?" She tried to laugh, and gurgled instead. "Don't worry about him. There are so many hot girls here, we'll have to pour him on the boat to go home."
"How about if I arrange a real party for all of us?"
"An orgy? Oh, that would be wonderful! I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck in a roomful of people."
"Would he go for it?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure he would. If he hesitates, I'll fuck him into submission. I think watching him fuck another girl would be a real blast. Hell, I might even show him that I can eat pussy."
"Would you rather have an orgy than a session with me and another girl?"
"Hell, no, I want it all! I've got only a week to cram in everything."
"Oh, I don't think so," he mused. "I think you two will continue this way of life when you go home."
"Well, I don't know what will happen," she said with a sheepish smile, "but I'm sure not going back to the old way I was living! I'd be climbing the walls in a week, or less."
"That's the way it usually happens. Now, I'd better go home and get some sleep so I can work tomorrow."
"I don't want it to end," she said plaintively. "Can't we do it one more time?"
"You're sure a hot thing. Why don't you fuck your husband when he comes home?"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Josh couldn't remember where he left his swimsuit, so he ambled across the grounds to his cottage naked. He was pretty sure Emily went down to the beach to meet somebody she'd met earlier. Well, she might have scored before he did, but he was absolutely certain she didn't have a better night then he did.
He saw a dark shadow drifting through the bushes toward the road into the village, but thought nothing of it. He surely wasn't the only one heading home after an evening of revelry. That's what this place was all about, wasn't it? So much pussy and so little time!
After Jack left, Emily took a quick shower and stumbled into the bedroom and fell into bed. She was so fucked out, she was sound asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
Josh sneaked into the cottage like a cat burglar entering an occupied house and slinked into bed by his wife. His body was tired, but his mind was still active, still filled with visions of naked girls and sweet pussies. He settled down on his back and reached out to touch Emily, and his eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't slept in the buff since their honeymoon. He grinned and patted her bare ass.
She stirred and turned onto her back and muttered, "Is that you, Josh?"
He had a sudden flash of fear, thinking he had wandered into the wrong cottage, then relaxed when he realized that she had called him by name. He patted her ass again and replied teasingly, "Emily?"
"I love you, Josh."
"I love you, baby."
"What time is it?"
"I don't know, late, I guess."
"Ummmmmm, did you have a good time?"
He held his breath, wondering if she had expected him sooner, wondering if she had changed her mind about the purpose of their vacation. She didn't sound angry or upset. In fact, she sounded.. . well, happy, content.
She turned onto her side facing him, put her hand behind his head and met him halfway, pressing her lips to his and spearing her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss and snuggled so close, it seemed she was trying to get inside his skin.
He thought her tits felt a little bigger, but that was impossible. His active imagination was running away with him. They couldn't have grown, and she hadn't gained weight since that afternoon. Her nipples were as hard as bullets, boring into his chest so hard he was sure they would leave permanent dents, and his cock stirred with new life, proving that he wasn't as tired as he thought.
She felt his prick twitching against her belly and pushed him onto his back again. She kicked the sheet down and sat up and put her small, soft hand on his bare stomach, and a tingling sensation coursed through him. He put his hand on her thigh and moved it slowly up toward her pussy, caressing her gently. She put her hand on top of his, pressing it, guiding it, as it moved steadily up her leg.
"I looked for you at the pavilion, but Jack said everybody paired off and left after the orgy. Did you get to fuck Janine?"
She still didn't sound angry, so he took a chance and said, "Yeah." He moved his hand higher and stuck his finger in her pussy, just in case.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," she murmured. "I'll bet she's a fabulous fuck! Did you fuck her just once?"
"Yeah, but I also fucked Jessica."
She leaned over and licked his nipples. "Bravo, darling, that's my guy! Were their pussies tight? Did you suck them? Did they taste good?"
"Hey, slow down! How about you, did you find a guy that pleased you?"
She smiled coyly and wrapped her fist around his cock and jerked it gently. "Tomorrow, we're going to ask Sara to do a threesome with us." She kissed the head of his cock. "The day after, we're going to get it on with Carol." She polished the head of his cock with her tongue. "Before we leave here, we're going to fuck all of them, and we're going to keep on doing it after we get back home."
She lowered her head swallowed his cock. He grunted and buried his face in her fragrant hair and cupped one of her heavy tits as his cock swelled into full erection, almost painfully hard.
She was fully awake and infused with a keen desire for a mouthful of cum. She wished she had sucked Jack off, but what was done was done. She could, however, make up for that lack now. A cock was a cock, and her husband's was just as good as the next one. More important, it was right here, available to her. His cum might taste a little different than another man's, but that didn't mean it wouldn't please her appetite just as much.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and watched her polish his knob. She suddenly lifted her head and let his prong slide from her mouth and looked at him with an impish twinkle in her eyes, and he wondered what was going on.
"I forgot to tell you, Jack is going to arrange an orgy for us, probably with some of his friends here on the island. Have you ever fucked a black girl?"
"No," he replied.
"Well, you're going to get your chance, baby."
She lowered her head and ingested his rod again, and swallowed dryly and panted hoarsely as he lifted his hips off the bed and pressed his love wand into her mouth.
"Sounds like you know Jack pretty well," he said.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled around his cock. .
She sucked lovingly and bobbed her head rapidly, and his arousal soared, blanking his mind. She blew him flagrantly, with gusto, her mouth full of saliva, slurping and swallowing noisily, and sooner than he expected, his body was trembling and jerking as burgeoning sensations flowed through him.
The sight of the moonlight playing over his beautiful wife's body as she knelt over him, sucking avidly on his ramrod, overwhelmed him, and his hips began moving in rhythm with the bobbing motion of her head as she fucked herself in the mouth with his cock. His mind wallowed in erotic clouds of ecstasy as she drove him rapidly toward a mind-bending climax, then a quiver raced through him and his prick erupted.
She swallowed his spurting cum rapidly and noisily, fondling his balls and kneading his shaft and murmuring happily as he fed her. His dick collapsed into a limp tube of flesh, and she rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, cleaning it, then let it slide from her mouth and sat up. Looking directly at him, she grinned and licked her lips with an exaggerated motion.
"Coming on this vacation was the best thing we've ever done, baby," she said, then giggled softly. "And cumming is the operative word." She kissed him and gave him her sticky tongue.
