Leon Benedict stripped and stepped into the shower. He tried not to think about the young women working up a sweat in the other room. The pressure of running a business to support himself and his daughter was enough; he didn't need the distraction of running, jumping, squatting and stretching women.
It had been easier before Geneva left him. He had been able to run the gym while she worried about the financial details of the business. Now, with her gone, it was up to him to figure out which bills to pay and which could be delayed a little longer so that he and his daughter, Beth, could continue to have bread on the table.
Leon's mind wandered back to the college girls. The gym had been losing money ever since the big chain operation moved in on the edge of town. Although he hated seeing a serious gym overrun by a bunch of giggling coeds, his contract with the college for aerobic training was just enough to keep the business from going under. Barring bad luck, he might even be able to get Beth that used car she wanted for Christmas.
The sun filtering through the blinds laid stripes across his naked body as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. The rhythmic beat of bare feet thumping the hardwood floor in the other room had ended, indicating the class was over. The girls would be laughing in the showers now.
A gasp made Leon look up to see a young woman staring at him with a look of shock on her face.
"Oh! Excuse me! Miss Nelson said I could use the phone in the office-"
"Wrong door. The office is that way," he grunted, nodding to her left. He continued toweling himself as if she weren't there. She was in the wrong place, not him.
"Y-yes. Thank you." She continued to stare, without moving, her eyes scanning his naked body as if trying to memorize its lines. "Is that...the result of weight training?"
Leon cast the towel aside and automatically struck a pose that demonstrated his fitness.
"Oh, wow!" she said, her eyes filling with admiration.
"I'm not in the same shape I was a few years ago," he said apologetically, "when I competed in the Mr. Olympia competition."
"But you're built so well! Even...there!"
His brain short-circuited as he saw where she was staring.
"You'd better go make that phone call," he barked.
"I'm...in no hurry."
He bristled. Here he was standing naked in front of the girl and she was making no effort to leave-or even to avert her eyes. "It's not important?" he said, advancing a step toward her. "N-not really."
Her teeth chattered, and he noted the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
He shouldn't be doing this, he realized, but he took her into his arms just the same. She was small, just like Geneva had been, and her tits were a pair of hard lumps that pushed into his chest.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Nineteen."
He cursed. That was Beth's age. His daughter. "Go make your phone call," he said, releasing her. "Nineteen's old enough."
"For what."
"To fuck."
His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"I know, I know," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "When you were my age, women didn't talk like that."
"Girls didn't-"
"Wake up. This is the nineties." Giggling, the nineteen-year-old wrestled the loose sweatshirt she was wearing over her head. "Don't worry, Mr. Benedict, I won't tell."
He sensed the danger in the situation, but he was powerless to interfere as she slipped out of her shorts, then took off her blouse and bra as well. Then she straightened up before him with a demure look, bare-assed naked except for a pair of bulky socks.
"What do you think?" she asked shyly. "Does my body need a little development?"
At her invitation, he eyed her critically, trying to ignore the fact that he was equally as naked. Her body was well-proportioned, with nice-sized breasts. Her nipples were pretty ovals with dimpled tips. She had full hips and a bushy thatch of pubic hair on her love mound that shadowed the lines of her sex. Lust was smoldering in his eyes by the time he looked back up into her face. Medium-length blonde hair flared around her shoulders, framing her twinkling blue eyes.
"How much do you weigh?" he asked, trying to keep his tone professional.
"I'm five-foot-four, 110 pounds. 38-25-36. C-cup bra, but I'm pushing a D."
"Do you want to develop your muscles?"
"No, I just want to look good in a bikini."
"You're all right," he grunted.
She beamed. "Thanks. Coming from a man like you, that's a compliment."
"Okay, now you can get dressed."
She let out a gay little laugh that sent an electrifying spark zinging up and down his spine. "My name's Crystal," she said, dropping to her knees before him. "Oh, wow! Your dick looks yummy!"
He took a step backward, trying to resist the tempting young woman. But her warm hands gripped his thighs, stopping him. A shudder swept him as he looked down to see her staring at his cock. Juice was already beginning to leak from the hole in the center of the mushroom-shaped knob.
"That looks precious," she said, licking her lips.
She caught the organ between her fingers and rubbed its head against her cheek, smearing herself with his oily pre-cum juices. The feel of her soft, warm flesh nuzzling his dickhead made his prick sizzle with excitement.
"Mmmmm," she purred, wagging his cock under her nose. Her nostrils flared. Then she pulled the juicy knob down to her lips.
Yielding with a groan, he pushed forward. His dick slid across her tongue. He winced and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the fact the sexy chick was young enough to be his daughter. He pretended it was Geneva's face he was fucking, his estranged wife who had come back for another taste of his rigid meat.
The girl cooed around the thickness that clogged her throat and tugged on his huge, hanging nuts, coaxing him even deeper. Her jaws worked, grinding her mouth around his stretched organ, and her cheeks flexed steadily, sucking for his cream as he poked at her tonsils.
Leon's resistance faded as his lust rose. He fucked her mouth with a steady rhythm, driving deep into her throat and pulling back until her teeth closed around the flange of his cock to keep him from pulling free. As his thrusts became more powerful, her hands tightened around his ass cheeks to hold her position. His heavy balls banged against her chin.
When his fat shaft jerked and sent a sizzling flood of juice into her throat, she was ready. She gulped it down, one shot after another, gurgling as she-ingested his full load of creamy cum.
He sighed as the final squirt dribbled from the end of his prick, and his shriveling meat slipped from her mouth. It had been as good a suck job as any he had ever had before.
"Where did you learn to suck a cock like that?"
"Practice," she said, slithering snake-like up his body. His arms automatically wrapped around her, and she pressed her lips to his mouth. She sucked hungrily, sapping him of any will power that remained after having his cock sucked. By the time the kiss had ended, all the muscles in his body except one had turned to jelly, and he began to slide down her body.
"Oohhh, Mr. Benedict, yes," she encouraged with a soft hiss while he licked away the sweat between her breasts.
It had been a year since Leon had tasted a woman's tits, and twenty years since he had sucked any so youthfully sweet. He sucked first one nipple, than the other, coaxing them to stony hardness.
"Aaah," she breathed, lying back in his arms as he caught her under her knees and lifted her effortlessly. "Yesss."
Lust throbbed in his temples and his vision was blurred as he stumbled toward the cot that was pushed against the wall of the small dressing room. Pussy was the one thought in his mind. Young pussy. And the young woman raised and bent her knees and spread her thighs wide when he laid her down upon the cot.
"Ohhh, do it," she thrilled, watching with a dreamy expression as he crouched between her legs. "Do it to me!"
Leon licked his lips as he stared at her fluffy-haired pussy. He lowered his mouth to it. His tongue slipped in to gently lick her slippery inner walls and she let out a soft sigh.
"Eat me, big guy." Her fingers twined in his hair, her voice a husky purr. "Ohhh, Mr. Benedict! Ohhh, baby! Eat me, eat me good!"
He worked deeper into her pussy, cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands and clinging tightly while she bucked and wiggled her hips under him. She groaned in ecstasy, and her belly shook. Her thighs arched high when his tongue flicked across the swollen surface of her clit.
"Oh, darling! Oh, baby!" She gasped, and her body began to jerk. "I'm going to-"
Her climax crashed over her. Her ass fell back to the mattress and her toes stretched toward the ceiling. "I'm cumming!" she shouted. "I'm-oh, God, Mr. Bene-Leon! Baby! I'm cumming." She moaned as the waves of delight rolled through her. "I'm cumming big!"
Her hips arched up off the cot again, and Leon lapped up the sweet juices that gushed from her spasming cunt. While she wailed, her hips made another powerful upward lurch, then settled back down again.
"Oh, baby, that was good," he whispered, rubbing his cheeks against the soft flesh of her inner legs while he licked her warm pussy lips clean. He nuzzled her dainty split with his mouth and his nose, unable to get enough of the taste and the smell of it. The brown-haired mound with its clean, thick-lipped slit was as pretty a pussy as he had ever seen, and his rock-hard dick was aching with the want of it. "Baby, I want to fuck you," he heard a voice saying that came from his lips but didn't sound like his own.
"Yes," she said with a deep sigh. "Fuck me."
Leon rose up and she reached with a trembling hand for his immense cock. She guided the head of the hard organ to the gap of her cunt while he eased his hips to her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstatic wonder when he shoved his prick deep into her with a hard lunge.
"Ohhh! Yes!" Her legs came up around his sides and her ankles locked behind his ass.
He pulled back and slid his cock into her again. It moved even easier this time, lubed with their mixed juices. His thick meat pushed its way through her clasping cunt flesh until her lips were stretched wide around its thick base. It surprised him; she looked too small to take so much cock.
Just like Geneva had been. She, too, had been a small woman, filled with energy, who was a delight to fuck. The lovemaking had not been a problem with their marriage. In fact, that alone had held them together for a long time-until the financial problems became just too much for her to bear.
Crystal's moans brought him back to the moment. The girl wasn't content to just lie back and be fucked by a man old enough to be her father; she was animated, a full participant in the act. Her legs squeezed around his hips, and she pulled herself up and down along his pumping cock. He could feel the tightening of her tummy muscles when their bellies slapped together, and the rhythmic contraction of her cunt muscles around his thick fuck stick threatened to drive him insane with excitement.
"Oh, I can't believe it," she moaned. "I'm being fucked by Leon Benedict. Ohhh!"
Her words set off alarm bells in Leon's brain. He had satisfied his share of hero-worshippers, but that had been years ago. Before Geneva. But that had been a different time. When it had been safe to fuck. When a man could enjoy the rewards of fame without fearing diseases and...problems. God, there would be hell to pay if word got out that he was fucking the coeds.
"What's happening, Leon, honey?" the girl asked breathlessly, thumping up against him as his efforts flagged. "Don't you like me? Huh?"
The warm, wet cunt wrapped around his cock caught his attention once again, driving out all thoughts of the possible consequences of his actions. He began driving again, fast and furiously, his concentration centered now on bringing himself and her to a creaming orgasm.
"No, baby," he grunted. "You're great!"
"And so are you, Leon, honey!" she cried as his driving hips became a blur. "Ohhh! You're the greatest!"
Her words inspired him. He couldn't paint; he couldn't write. But he was an artist, just the samean artist of physical things. Fitness and fucking. No one could beat him in those areas. No one.
Crystal's stomach muscles began to clench rhythmically. She shouted as a wave of ecstasy rocked her body. He covered her mouth with his, trying to stifle the wail that would raise holy hell if it penetrated the thin walls, without interrupting the steady banging away of his hips between her legs.
She bit his tongue while her body jerked under his. But Leon's cock kept plundering her cunt, sending her from one crest of excitement to another while her juicy cunt sucked on his shaft. His hips rammed into hers and his cock finally started to jerk. It shot off inside her. His groan mixed with her sobs of pleasure as he emptied his balls, flooding her cunt with his cum.
They rode the climax out together, until there was no more effort left in either of them. Finished, he collapsed beside her. But he pulled her into his arms, as Geneva had taught him, and held her for a long while, patting and stroking her body while she softly purred out her dying pleasure.
"Wow!" she breathed, sitting up with a happy smile. "That was something else! Wait until my friends hear that I've actually fucked Leon Benedict! Wow!"
"Honey-Crystal," he said softly, touching a finger to her lips to quiet her. She nipped its end with a playful giggle. "You promised you wouldn't tell."
"Oh, yeah. I guess I did say that, didn't I?" She giggled as she rolled off the bed and began tugging on her sweats. "Can we do that again sometime?"
"I don't think we should make it a habit."
"Is it true? Is this the first fuck you've had in a year?"
"What? Who told you that."
"Beth said-"
"Beth! You know my daughter?"
The girl gave him an impish wink. "Who do you think told me about the wrong door?"
He muttered a curse. Beth! He might have known.
"But, she was right. You were a real sweetie. But, don't worry, Mr. Bene-Leon. You won't have to go a year without again, I promise. So you might just as well invest in a box of condoms." She bent and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Bye now. I've got to run. I've got to get back to campus for an English test."
He sighed as he watched the door close behind the girl's twitching tail. Standing, he caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Naked, his long, hanging cock dominated the view. Instead of being a carefully nurtured work of art itself, his muscular physique seemed nothing more than a powerful frame for his sex organ. In the heat of passion, he often thought of his body that way. But in cooler moments, like this, he wondered.
What the hell had he gotten himself into?
CHAPTER TWO
An hour later Leon was in his office, working on the books. He was glad for the interruption when Violet Newton walked in.
"Hi, Toots, what's up?" Leon called.
"You Toots me one more time and I'll sue you for sexual harassment," she replied, opening the small refrigerator in the corner and taking out a bottle of mineral water.
He laughed. Vi was a good sport. He liked a woman who could take it and dish it right back out. Geneva had been that way-a little bit. But she had had her moods. Vi never seemed to have a bad day.
Although Violet worked for the college and not him, she spent so much of her time at the gym that he had given her the desk in the office Geneva used to use. Until her arrival, the gym had been strictly male only.
When the women came, a few of the regulars had threatened to quit. But most realized that Leon needed the additional business to keep the doors open. Besides, the only alternative was the new place with its neon light decorations, pastel-colored walls, and carpeted floors.
It wasn't quite the same thing.
Vi was pleasant to look at. She was short, only five-two. 102 pounds. And with a 36-23-34 figure, she looked good in a leotard. Damn good. Her short, reddish hair was actually auburn, she had once told him.
"It's easy to be specific when you're my age," she had said laughingly. "It comes out of a bottle."
Vi was thirty-five. Almost his own age. And when she was around, he seldom thought of Geneva.
"So, how did the jumping jacks go today?" Leon asked.
Vi took a big swig of the water and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "I wish you would give us a little more credit," she replied with a sigh. "You guys do the jumping jacks. Aerobics training has come a long way from simple calisthenics. In fact, a few of your regulars have been asking why you don't hire me to conduct a class for them."
"Yeah," Leon admitted. "They've been joking about it. They just want to watch your tits bounce."
"So? What's the sense in developing a good body if you can't make some money off it? Look at you. You've been making a living off your muscles for years."
Leon bristled. "It's not the same thing-"
"Oh, isn't it?"
"You're talking about sex."
"And that's what it's all about, Leon. Face it. Why do you think I have no trouble filling my classes? The girls love coming down here and watching the hunks work out. And your crowd has grown since they've started coming. Admit it; the guys are coming to gawk at the girls."
He grunted. "Next thing you'll be wanting me to set up some cots in the back room."
Vi gave him a wicked smile. "That might not be such a bad idea."
"I have no intention of starting a bawdy house."
"This town needs one," she said matter-of-factly. "I've been propositioned twice already this morning. If you're going to do it, you might as well make some money at it."
Leon looked shocked. "You don't mean-"
She laughed. "I'm kidding, Leon. But we might as well face it. Estrogen is dripping from the walls out there. That leads to a certain amount of hanky-panky-you know what I mean? And that's not all bad."
"Yeah. I guess we just have to live with it." He drummed his fingers on his desk thoughtfully for a moment, then looked up at her and changed the subject. "What do you know about a girl named Crystal?"
"Crystal? The dean's daughter?"
"Oh, shit," he muttered.
"Do you know her?"
"Ah, she's one of Beth's friends."
"She's a nice enough girl, I suppose. Sexy-looking and cocky. She gets pretty much what she wants because of her dad."
"Sounds like a tramp to me," he muttered.
"Are you worried about her influence on your daughter?"
"Something like that."
"Leon...you don't think Beth's a virgin, do you?"
Startled, Leon leaned back in his chair and frowned. He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair. "Well now, that's not something a man and his daughter talk much about, is it?"
"Well, maybe you should. Let's face it; they're all doing it nowadays. You were when you were their age, weren't you?"
"Yeah," he admitted grudgingly.
"So was I. And I'm still doing it. Aren't you?"
He sputtered. "Well, I-I-"
"Come on, Mr. Iron Man." Laughing, she perched on the edge of his desk and tousled his hair. "Don't tell me you're not taking advantage of your fame and tapping some of that young stuff."
"I'm not-"
"Liar!"
Her accusation made him blush.
"You had better get you ass out of this office right now," he said evenly, "before I rip that leotard off you and-"
"Promises, promises!" She laughed and pulled down one strap of her snug exercise suit, stretching it toward him mockingly.
"Vi, one of these days...."
Still laughing, she got up from his desk. Hips swinging, she walked toward the door. "Will you be going into town for supplies this afternoon?"
"Yeah, and I have some other business to take care of. I'll be gone for two or three hours. Can you watch the store for me?
"No problem." She turned and gave him a big wink. "And I'll do my best to keep the boys and the girls separated."
Violet actually had no intention of carrying out her promise. In fact, her intentions were quite the opposite.
After her classes in the morning, the gym was busy with businessmen working out during the lunch hour. But the afternoons were slack. Today, there were only three guys working out in the weight room and two of her girls on the exercise bicycles.
She made sure everyone was all right, then slipped into the men's dressing room.
The locker room was empty, but it had a distinctive, athletic odor. She continued cautiously into the shower room where individual cubicles were screened by curtains. One shower was running.
Vi pushed open the curtain and walked in. A naked man soaping himself down under the running water gave her a wide smile.
"So, you did come," he said, grinning as his eyes raked boldly over her thinly clad body.
"I said I would, didn't I?" she replied with a wink, slipping down her shoulder straps.
"What about Benedict?"
"He'll be gone for hours, honey."
"I'd hate to get on the bad side of him."
"No need to worry, Skip, honey," she whispered while she stared at his hard cock. He had evidently been thinking ahead while he was waiting for her. "Leon's big and brawny, but he's really just a pussycat. I think one of the girls got to him today."
"Oh, yeah? Which one?"
"I don't know yet. I just heard whispers going around."
"If the big man is plugging 'em, I guess he can't say much about the rest of us, huh?"
"I guess you're right there," she said, slipping off her leotard and standing naked before him. Her breasts jiggled to rest, their large nipples jutting toward him. The way her slim waist flared into broad hips accentuated the thick tangle of curls that padded her love mound.
As she stepped into the shower's spray, Skip's arms wrapped around her and pulled her roughly to him. She responded, arching her back to push her tits into his chest and grinding her hips against his. His hands slid down her body and settled on the soft firm rounds of her ass cheeks. He kneaded them and pulled her even closer.
Their lips found each other and their tongues entwined. The cool water was no match for their heated flesh, and their passion quickly peaked. The huge bulge of hard sex that pressed into her groin made Violet's pulse pound with excitement. Breathlessly, she broke away.
"Christ, Vi, don't stop now...."
She chuckled. "Don't be silly." She reached down and gripped his shaft. A thrill ran through her and he groaned with delight as she squeezed it.
"Careful...you'll make me waste it."
She laughed. "That'll be the day!" She dropped to her knees. With the water beating on her back, she closed her lips around the end of his cock. Her tongue slithered over the swollen knob and licked away the thick juice that oozed from its tip. It was thicker than water, and ohhh so much tastier!
Skip's hips arched toward her and he threw his head back in an open-mouthed groan.
"Oooohhh, yeah, honey," she breathed, sliding her tongue around the ridge that circled the head of his cock before sucking it in. "That's good!"
"Suck it, Vi, baby," he groaned when her head began bobbing up and down on his cock.
Vi's cheeks flexed around his cock as it swelled even larger in her mouth.
"Here it comes, Vi baby! Here it comes!" He gasped, then groaned, as his balls spewed a massive charge of cum into her mouth.
Vi swallowed as the hot, thick cum splashed into her. He pressed his hips to her face and she gulped down shot after shot until, with a final shutter, he released her.
"Oohhh, honey, that was a great warm-up," she purred, rubbing her belly contentedly as she stood and moved back into his arms. They kissed again, but more passionately than they had the first time. He tongued the inside of her open mouth while he stroked her back with hands that couldn't seem to get enough of her. It wasn't long before he was hard again, his cock digging demandingly into her soft belly.
"Oh, my," she teased. "You're full of it, aren't you?"
"You're doing it, not me."
She knew that, and she enjoyed the power she held over him and the pleasure that was reflected in his face as she leaned back and rubbed her body back and forth, rubbing against his hard erection. His hands moved from her waist to her tits and he weighed them in his hands. While he fondled her breasts, she stroked his cock and marveled at its length and thickness as it swelled even larger than it had before.
"Lean against the wall," he ordered gruffly.
Vi obeyed, and she spread her knees wide as she braced herself against the tile with her arms to the sides. Her tits dangled like heavy drops of water ready to break free as she leaned over, and her nipples were hard with a ruddy flush.
With her eyelids half-closed and her mouth red and swollen, she wiggled her hips back and forth and pleaded, "Put it in me, honey. I'm hot and ready for you."
Skip moved forward. He pressed the head of his cock to the gaping mouth that peeked between her legs.
She shivered with a momentary feeling of fear. He was so big, he would split her open. "Ahhhhhhh."
"Argh!"
Holding a deep breath, he rammed his cock into her deep with a single stroke. Vi groaned as a flame of passion swept through her. She clawed at the slick wall as Skip pulled back and slammed into her again.
"Oh, God!" Excitement gurgled from her mouth. "Yes! Yes!"
Blinded by his excitement, Skip held on to her hips and pounded into her sex. Her cunt muscles picked up the rhythm and began contracting and relaxing in time with his in-and-out motion.
Vi gasped in sweet agony and pushed her hips backward against his thrusts. The building excitement made every part of her body tingle. The arousal was excruciating, but it was pure delight. Her nerve endings were raw; her senses peaked. She was close to orgasm, maddeningly close. She wanted it, needed it.
"Make me cum, Skip," she pleaded. "Please."
He laughed sadistically. "You do it, bitch."
Pulling away, Skip slid down to the floor of the shower stall with his back against the wall. Vi quickly knelt over his thighs, facing him. The warm water raining down on her back was cooler than her hot flesh as she positioned her slit over his cock. Letting out a deep sigh, Vi settled onto his lap all the way to his balls.
She began stroking his pole, rotating her hips as she moved up and down. Skip breathed deeply and held her breasts. While he squeezed the wet, fleshy mounds, he leaned forward and licked her nipples with his slick tongue.
The spasms started. They ran through Vi while she fought to keep her motion smooth and even. With his first cum out of the way, her partner had the staying power that allowed her to climb from one peak to another while his passion slowly built to an explosive pitch. Perspiration broke out between her tits, mixing with the shower water, and that in turn washed down between her legs to dilute the hot sex juices that gushed from her body.
Skip suddenly gripped her waist, trying to control her movements over his cock. Their lusts clashed, he trying to speed her up, she trying to hold back. But, gradually, her speed increased as she became impatient for him to cream in her pussy. Soon, she was bouncing on his thighs. Faster and faster. His cock split her like a hot poker, but it held her in place. "Yes," she gasped eagerly, "yesss," her head thrown back and her throat groaning with pleasure.
Skip finally let loose with a strong spurt of his hot juices. Her orgasm followed a second later; an internal explosion that made her previous climaxes seem like popping firecrackers. His cum filled her and squished out around his jerking pole as she drove back down upon it. Their pubic hairs meshed and became saturated with the outflow of their passion.
When their passion subsided, they remained embraced. His head rested against her naked breasts, listening to her pounding heart until it eased before he stood and helped her up.
"That was quite a workout," she told him with a smile while they dried each other off. "This muscle is just as important as your triceps and your deltoids," she said as she rubbed his flaccid pecker with the towel, then carefully dried his testicles. "It has to be exercised regularly for your well-being."
Skip chuckled and pulled away from her playful hands. "Vi, you are a bitch."
Leon was thinking the same thing, although not for the same reason, when he returned later in the day. He had been thinking all afternoon about her ideas of physical fitness and pleasure...sex. It made sense, in a kinky sort of way. Lord knows, they were selling everything else with sex, why not fitness, too?
But then, he pushed the thoughts aside. They were just thoughts of a horny man, that's all-inspired by the young woman who had seduced him that morning and encouraged by the talk of the temptress who was responsible for it all. He'd had the one and wanted the other. Yeah, Leon thought with a sigh, he wanted Vi. Crystal had broken the fast and reminded him of the sexual pleasures he had been missing. The young woman had been great, but a healthy, mature woman like Violet...
A dark shadow crossed his face as he stared at her in her leotard. He couldn't remember ever seeing her in street clothes. But probably she would be pretty, even then. Sexy.
"What's on your mind?" Vi asked him with a curious smile.
"Nothing!" he grunted.
CHAPTER THREE
Leon was frustrated. He had been preoccupied with the same thoughts all day long, and his mind just would not let go of them. It had been years since sex had been the uppermost thing on his mind. He wanted to blame it on that saucy coed, Crystal, but it was more than that. It was Vi and her freewheeling attitude toward sex. And her calm admission that she was "doing it." The fact was he was jealous: She wasn't doing it with him.
Let's face it; they 're all doing it nowadays. Don't tell me you're not taking advantage of your fame and tapping some of that young stuff.
There had been a time when he had done exactly that, and look what it had gotten him. Geneva.
"She's crazy," he muttered aloud in the privacy of his cluttered office. "With an attitude like that, she'll soon have the college crowd humping in the corners. I've spent all my life trying to build a reputation for this place and I don't want it ruined by a bunch of sex-hungry females. I was wrong in letting them in. Women don't belong here-not in my gym. I'm going to have to speak to her."
But his resolve weakened as the day progressed. Perhaps he was being too harsh. After all, a lot of women were really into fitness nowadays. It was a big market. He would just have to keep in firm control. "Yes," he sighed in resignation, "I'm going to have to keep an eye on Vi."
Leon got up from his desk and stretched. Windows in the wall before him allowed him to look out and observe the action in the gym. To his left, a door led to the private quarters that he and Beth called home. It had an outside entrance as well. The door on his right opened to his private dressing room. It also had another entrance, from the main gym area-the door Crystal had "mistakenly" used yesterday. Chuckling at the thought of the girl's mistake, he walked out into the gym.
Skip, one of his bodybuilding regulars, was talking with Violet, and the smile faded from the young man's face as he looked up to see Leon.
"Hey, Leon!" he said with a nervous start. "What's up, guy?"
Leon smiled at the young man. He was used to being regarded in awe by those who envied his development.
Skip flexed for him. "What do you think, hey?"
"You're looking good, bud. Looking good. Keep at it."
The young man moved away with a glow. It was as close to a conversation as Leon normally got into with his patrons.
"You giving Skip some tips?" he asked Vi.
"Naw," she said with a smile and a saucy wink. "Just flirting."
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you tried not to distract the guys."
"Okay, boss. I'll try." Her expression sobered. "Want to work out together? We could spot each other."
"With you?" Leon raised an eyebrow. "How much can you press."
"Two-twenty-five."
He looked impressed. "I thought you only did aerobics."
"Honey, I'm a real Renaissance woman. I do a little of everything."
"Well," Leon stalled, trying to ignore the warmth that had started to rise in his loins, "maybe later."
He continued around the room, greeting each of the regulars and giving out advice and encouragement. He pointedly ignored the handful of young women who were doing stretches and using the exercise bicycles, leaving them for Vi. It wasn't prejudice, or even a man thing. It was because the tight briefs that he wore as his customary attire gave him no privacy, and his dick, when it hardened, was noticeably obvious.
Leon held his thoughts in check until he returned to his office. Then, his mind turned to sex.
Damn that girl! Crystal-dean's daughter, ha! That's trouble, real trouble. Damn Vi.
"Hi, Dad," his daughter chirped cheerfully, entering the office and bending to give him a fond peck on the cheek.
"Hi, Baby." Leon stood and gave her a hug. He warmed, as he always did when he looked at Beth. She reminded him so much of her mother, Geneva.
Beth's gaze dipped downward to his shorts, then darted back up to his eyes. "What have you been doing? Looking at girlie pictures?"
Leon flushed and sank back into his seat, trying to diminish his erection. His daughter was getting bolder all the time, and he didn't quite know how to handle it.
"You shouldn't talk that way, Beth," he said quietly.
She chuckled. "You're the guy with the hard-on, not me. Has anything, ah, interesting happened lately?"
"like what?" he bristled, staring at his daughter. The top of her dress was pulled tight around her breasts, and her nipples were plainly visible, stretching the material.
"like, ah-what the heck! You wouldn't tell me anyway, would you, Dad?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, pointedly turning back to the papers on his desk to end the conversation. It was a lie. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but he had no idea how to respond. You couldn't just brag about a piece of ass to your own daughter like you could a locker room buddy.
"Well, I've got a pile of homework to do. Do you mind having a late dinner?"
"Naw, that's okay."
"Brian's coming over to help me."
"Who's Brian?"
"A guy in my calculus class. He's a real whiz."
"Humph!" Leon could picture him. All brains, no brawn. A good provider who probably would be a couch potato and die of a heart attack before he was fifty. Just the kind of guy his daughter ought to marry.
"Oh, Dad! He's really not that bad. Honestly!"
She disappeared through the door on his left and Leon sighed with relief as he shifted in his seat to ease the pressure on his cock. It was full and straining against the tight material of his briefs.
Damn Crystal! Damn Vi! Damn Beth for gawking and making fun of him.
He thought of Beth and her nipples sticking out against the material of her top. Had the sight of his bulging erection caused them to be hard with passion? Had he wickedly aroused desire in his own daughter?
Damn them all!
In fact, his daughter's mind had been on her father's cock when she moved away from the office. But she didn't let her thoughts dwell on that speculative picture for long. That was an impossibility for her. Her father was, indeed, a big fish, but there were other exciting fish in the sea.
She was already stepping out of her plaid dress when she entered her bedroom. She pulled on a fluffy robe over her bra and panties, then went back into the living room. She was just in time for the knock at the outside door.
A young man broke into a wide smile when she opened the door.
"Hi, Beth," he said cheerfully as the pretty brunette stood back and allowed him to enter the room.
"Hi, Brian. I hope you don't mind. I got comfortable."
"It's all right with me," he said, grinning as his eyes swept her robe-clad figure.
"I thought it would be," she said with a wink.
Beth and Brian were both twenty, and they had become good friends in class, but this was the first time she had invited him to her home. Their friendship had progressed to the point where they wanted to go out together, but he worked nights at a fast-food place to pay his way through college, so he had few evenings free.
"Well, let's get at it," he chirped, trying to cover his feeling of nervousness as the door closed behind him.
"We don't have to be in such a hurry," she said. "Would you like a beer?"
"Yeah. That would be nice."
"I'll be right back," she said with a smile. "Don't start without me."
Start what? he wondered as he watched her go. Her bottom sashayed, making the long robe sway around her ankles. His cock moved in his pants. She was showing even less than she did in her school clothes, but there was something intimate about being dressed in a robe. He couldn't help but wonder what she wore under it. Maybe she was naked. That would be cool. The thought made his cock grow an inch. Lately, he had been thinking about Beth more and more than way. Naked....in bed.
He looked up and blushed as she returned.
She handed him an opened can of beer and stared pointedly at the bulge that had started to grow in his pants.
"I hope you were thinking of me," she said.
He flushed and took a gulp of the beer. "Yeah, I, ah, was," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Isn't it painful when it gets hard and it's all bound up like that?" she asked curiously, sitting on the couch and patting a place for him to sit beside her. The front of her robe split to reveal her legs all the way to the white band of her panties.
He choked. "Well, ah, it's something you sort of learn to live with."
"That's wrong, according to Ms. Newton," said Beth. "She doesn't think repression is healthy. She says we should exercise regularly-all the muscles in our body. Even our love muscles."
"Love muscles?"
"You have one here," she said, reaching over to pat the bulge in his pants, "and mine are inside." She pushed back her robe and rubbed the crotch of her panties.
"You have muscles? There?"
"Sure, vaginal muscles." She spread her legs and pushed her ass forward to the edge of the couch. The move bared her to the bellybutton, and her dark pussy thatch was clearly visible through her sheer white panties. "Watch." She flexed her thighs several times. "Of course, you can't see the action because it takes place inside. It squeezes the penis and, I guess, it increases the excitement."
"And that's good for you? I mean, physically?"
"It's good for your libido. Ms. Newton thinks that libido development is as important as physical development. You can't be a healthy person with your urges repressed."
"Hey! I'll buy into that.'
She gave him a worried look. "Do you think you're in any condition to do homework?"
He took another gulp of his beer. "Well, I thought I was."
She reached over and rubbed the bulge in his pants. It had gotten bigger while they talked. "You look awfully repressed."
"You think we should...get rid of our repressions before we study?"
"It would clear our minds...."
"What the hell!" he said, ripping his shirt open with a grin. "Calculus is the last thing on my mind right now, anyway."
"Oh, goody!" Beth exclaimed, jumping up and tossing her robe aside. She pulled off her bra and slipped out of her panties, then dropped to the couch beside him. She fumbled impatiently with his belt buckle.
"You know something, Brian?" she asked, tittering as she slipped his pants and shorts down to his knees and allowed his bulky cock to spring free. "I wanted to do this even before Ms. Newton came along with her crazy ideas."
"Yeah?" he said, staring as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. "Well, don't sell the silly broad short. I think she's onto something."
"Me, too. I just know a good fuck will help me pass tomorrow's test. I can feel it in my bones, can't you?" she asked, sliding into his naked lap and letting his arms encircle her as their lips met in a long kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, the young couple slowly sank to the floor. They were too young to linger long; the excitement too new and all-consuming to be restrained. Beth rolled onto her back and raised and bent her knees, spreading her thighs for him.
"I'm hot, Brian," she panted. She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her splayed cunt. "Fuck me now."
Brian lowered his hips to hers. His cockhead poked at her cunt opening, spread it, and slid deep into the hot, wet tunnel of her sex. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh and began to pump his hips to hers.
"Oh, Beth, oh baby! I've dreamed of this, girldreamed of fucking you."
He groaned as his balls bounced against her ass. Then he felt the tiny, feeble pussy squeezes, the teasing tightening of her cunt muscles around his moving pole.
"Oh, shit, baby! Oh, yeah, that's good. Mmmmmm, you're a great fuck, baby! A great fuck!"
She moaned as her tummy muscles tensed. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, Brian! Fuck me!"
Their hips became a blur as she writhed on the floor while his hips pounded into her, driving them both ever closer to their climax.
"Oh, yes!" she suddenly cried. Her hips arched upward off the floor. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" Her climax broke and shattered over her. "Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
He let out a long groan as his body stiffened over her shuddering frame. With a jerk, he began creaming inside her.
"Yeah, baby! I'm cumming too!"
Beth's cunt convulsed around Brian's spouting pole. The hot tightness of her cunt muscles drove him into an insane fury. He pounded between her legs even as the spurts began to lessen.
And then, there was no more need for it. His passion sapped; he collapsed atop her.
She struggled to breathe against his heavy weight while her body cooled. "Get up," she finally said. "I think we've messed up the rug."
Later, during dinner, Leon made an attempt at conversation to break his daughter's preoccupied silence. "How did your homework go?"
His daughter started, then relaxed with a smile. "It went okay. We...tried some new ideas."
"New ideas?"
"You know, new techniques-for studying."
She was blushing for some strange reason, and that puzzled Leon. "What sort of new techniques?"
"Oh, Ms. Newton had some ideas-"
"Ms. Newton!" Leon pushed back his chair. "Beth, I think you need to be careful about Ms. Newton."
"Oh?" Beth grinned at her father. "She has some interesting ideas about the sexual aspect of physical development."
"That's exactly why I think you need to be careful."
"And I think, Dad, that you ought to make love to Ms. Newton."
"What?" Leon sputtered in surprise.
"You heard me. She's got a great body-and muscles-God, Dad! She's got muscles developed that you can't even see.'
"Humph! There's more to a great body than muscles alone!"
His daughter looked at him in shock. "Why, Dad, I never thought I'd hear you say that. That's exactly why I think you should fuck Ms. Newton!"
Beth exited with that, and Leon was glad she did. He had no idea how to respond to her shocking statement.
He sighed as he walked into his bedroom.
Sex. It was surrounding him, smothering him. It was as if they were all conspiring together, everyone ganging up on him. Crystal seducing-there was no other word for it-him. His own daughter conspiring against him. Was Violet the ringleader? Was the sexy little minx trying to set him up? Trying to make him the laughing stock of the entire town?
He stripped off his shorts and stared at himself in the mirror. As he had noticed before, his sex organ was prominent, the center of his existence. Slightly swollen, it stretched from his body in a low-hanging, gentle curve. It hadn't been completely slack since his time with Crystal. He had to fight to keep his hands from it, to keep from stroking it while he thought of that young woman's body, that body that was as soft as liquid in the center, but firm and thrusting in places where it should be.
From Crystal, his mind moved on to sexy-looking Vi, hers a body he had never seen, but one so familiar to him from the thinness of the high-cut, backless leotards she wore that he could easily imagine every line of her naked figure, from the crinkly areolae of her nipples to the split of her thick pussy lips.
His breathing quickened, and his cock began to creep upward. Now, his mind settled on the image of his own daughter. She was as pretty a girl as any woman he had ever seen. And as sexy. Tonight, for the first time, he allowed his mind to drift down that path. He could easily imagine her naked body was every bit as soft and lovable as her mother's had been.
Leon shook his head. Those were wicked thoughts, evil thoughts. Dangerous thoughts.
He turned out the light and slipped between the cool sheets of his bed. Alone. Achingly alone. In the darkness, he was unable to keep his mind off women. Running, jumping, squatting, stretching women. He threw back the sheet to let his body cool, but he fought hard to control the urge to touch himself.
When he did drift off, the women became more real, more vivid. In his dreams, he fucked them all.
Tossing restlessly, he woke in the middle of the night. The sheets were damp with his perspiration. And even wetter near that spot between his legs where he had fucked all those women.
It was the first wet dream he'd had since he was a young man, and it was far from a satisfying experience.
His dick was still hard.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Who's there?" Naomi called. Pulling her robe tight over her thin nightgown, she fluffed her short hair into place as she rushed to the door.
"It's Leon, Naomi. Leon Benedict."
Although it had been years since she had last heard it, the sound of his voice sent a thrill running through her body and a heat flared between her thighs. Would he still be the same good-looking solid mass of muscle and maleness that she remembered?
Naomi wasn't disappointed. Leon Benedict's long, wavy hair framed a rugged, square-jawed face. His thin shirt looked like it had been painted over his broad shoulders and muscled arms.
His greeting was polite and restrained, but Naomi couldn't help but notice the way his eyes kept sliding over her body as she led him to a seat. The old lecher still had that spark in his eye, and his interest fanned the flames that had already begun to glow inside her. But she clutched her robe tightly to her body and tried to maintain a proper, lady-like reserve.
"Leon Benedict! God, what a surprise to hear from you again. It's been ages!" Leon's interest rolled back the years and made Naomi feel young again. She flushed as he smiled at her, and she released her tight grip on her robe. Not wanting to appear too blatant, she casually drew one leg up over the other. She pretended not to notice as the robe slipped from her knees and exposed a wide expanse of smooth white thigh.
"Yeah, it has been a long time. I was just, ah, cleaning out my desk when I ran into the old black book-"
"So you started calling a few names?"
"Actually, no...just you," the handsome man mumbled almost sheepishly. He dropped his hand into his lap, but not before she noticed the erection he wanted to hide.
"I'm sorry." He started to rise and she had to hold back a gasp. The firm bulge of his erect prick was unmistakable in his pants. "I think this was a mistake."
Naomi caught her breath as disappointment filled her. The response that pleased her so much apparently filled him with embarrassment.
"No," she said, taking his hand and pulling him down beside her. "It wasn't a mistake." It was obvious that he needed her as much as she needed him, and she wasn't going to let propriety stand in the way of their satisfaction.
Leon Benedict's eyes moved up and looked questioningly into Naomi's. She answered him with a glow. The sex-starved brunette had to fight to keep from reaching out her delicate hand to touch his erection and feel its satisfying firmness. At her age, all the men she met were either married, or unattractive, pot-bellied louts. She had almost forgotten how good loving could be. Trembling, she squeezed closer to him.
"Maybe we should talk about old times...."
"Let's do that later," she said, thrilling as she watched the way his eyes dipped as the opening spread in the front of her robe.
It was all Naomi could do to keep from pulling her robe off and pressing her tits to his face. She wanted to give herself to him, fully and completely. She wanted him to nurse on her breasts and chew on her nipples.
Benedict's arms wrapped around her and drew her close to his muscular chest. She shivered and let out a soft sigh. Bathed in his spicy aroma, she cuddled comfortably against him. Her outward calm didn't reflect the turmoil that roiled her insides.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby," the muscle man whispered as he nuzzled her ear. His hands became animated and stroked her back. His touch soothed as well as excited her, his expert fingers massaging away her tenseness as they explored her soft, yielding curves. At last, his palms settled around the full, firm bulges of her ass cheeks and pulled her body so close she could feel his heat.
"Aaaahhhh, yes, that's nice," Naomi breathed, snuggling against his chest.
"Are you...attached or anything?" Leon asked her.
"No husband," she whispered. "No lovers. But thanks for asking." She gave up all pretense of restraint and rubbed her hand over the hardness of his hidden erection. Turning her face up to his, she stuck out her tongue and he met it with the tip of his. It tingled, and a thrill ran through her from top to bottom.
He lifted her. "Where's the bedroom?"
"That way."
She snuggled in his strong arms, feeling helpless to resist him and licked and nibbled on his neck as he walked.
He chuckled. "You're still a little minx."
"Still?"
"Nothing's changed," he said, setting her down on her feet in the bedroom. "Except you're lovelier than ever."
"Thank you," she said, giving him a hug. "You are a dear man for lying so-"
"No, it's true," Leon said as he stripped away her robe. Then her nightgown. She trembled, letting him study her nakedness while he removed his own clothing. "There's nothing like a mature woman."
"I'm glad you didn't feel that way when we were in our twenties."
"Tastes change."
"Thank goodness!" She gasped as the last of his clothes came away. "Oh, my!" His prick was a mammoth stalk, as ridged and gnarled as a tree trunk, that sprang from a thick nest of short, curly hair. She touched it with a shaking hand. "You're magnificent! But I suppose you hear that all the time."
The big man chuckled and planted his hands on her waist to pull her close. "Not as often as I'd like."
"Well, we'll just have to do something about that," she teased with a coquettish wink, twisting back and forth so that her breasts brushed his chest while she gently stroked his protruding spike.
His fingers feathered through her pubic curls and found her vulva. She winced and spread her legs, pushing forward brazenly as he rubbed her moist split and pressed his thumb against her clitoris, making it throb.
"Do you think we could...become a pair again?" she asked. Then she bit her lip, kicking herself for rushing things.
"It's possible," Leon Benedict said thoughtfully. "Yes, it's possible."
His iron-hard prick burned in her hands. He was just saying that, of course, but it sounded so good to hear-to even believe, if only for a moment or two. It would be wonderful to have a man again. Someone to talk to...regular loving. She felt the warm blood throbbing in his shaft, and his kinky cock curls felt like silk against the back of her hand. Her own body burned with the need for him.
"Ohhhh, darling," Naomi cooed as he lifted her as easily as if she were a rag doll and lay back on the bed, settling her atop him. Wondering just what he had in mind, she lowered her buttocks to his strong torso and tightened her knees against his thighs. His cock was behind her, its wet head poking between her ass cheeks.
He lifted her again with his strong hands and set her back down atop his cock. It split her.
Naomi wiggled as his thick cock slid smoothly into her wet cunt, not stopping until her pussy lips were grinding into his hairy groin. She gasped as his cock curls teased her throbbing little clit. It had been so long-Naomi gasped as excitement burst within her and a fleeting orgasm swept her cunt. Tingles of pleasure ran up and down her spine, and her pussy released juices that eased the tight fit of his cock. Her head spun for a moment, then the thrill passed and left her panting for more.
"Ride me, baby," Leon said, unaware of the excitement she had just felt. "Ride me hard."
"Ooohhh, yes! I will," the middle-aged divorcee whimpered as she began bouncing on his meaty pole, trying to catch the excitement again. "It feels so good! Yes! Yes! Your big cock feels wonderful!"
The strong man's hands gripped her hips to control her motion. He held her to a steady rhythm as she rose and fell over him. His drawn-up legs tightened against the sliding motion of her flexing thighs. The friction between their bodies was silky smooth, both inside and out. Flesh rubbed against flesh, the friction sending fire searing through her loins. She gasped and groaned while he leaned up and caught her bobbing nipples in his mouth. He nibbled and sucked and she sobbed out her excitement.
"Yes, baby!" Leon encouraged with a grunt. "Fuck me! Work my cock!"
Her hips rolled around his pole and her pussy slid noisily up and down it. His cock tip spread sensation deep inside her. Her pussy lips clung greedily, turning themselves almost inside out before letting him go. Each time he plunged back in, his ass rose from the bed and forced himself all the way to her womb.
She let out a squeal of joy. "Yes, Leon! Yessss!"
The big man made one more upward thrust and his cock began spurting. Hot cream surged into her cunt canal. His sluicing dick pushed deep inside her and spouted again. And again. Until the tension left their bodies and he pulled her down atop him.
It was good, he thought. Very good.
Sex was good.
On the way back to the gym, Leon stopped and bought a packet of condoms.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was late in the afternoon when Leon returned to the gym. He was humming a Beatles tune and there was a lightness to his step that hadn't been there when he'd left earlier in the day. He had rediscovered a truism that he had known as a young man but that he had almost forgotten: There's nothing like a good fuck to get your head straight.
He avoided the area where Vi and her girls were in the midst of their workout. Even though he'd had his ashes hauled good and proper, he couldn't take much of that today. Between Crystal, yesterday, and Naomi, today, his cock was getting its first regular workout in over a year. And nobody knew better than Leon that repetition was the key to muscular development. Apparently, the love muscle followed the same rules. His dick was suddenly so sensitive it reacted to his slightest thought.
"Hey, Leon! How do I look, guy? Huh?"
Leon turned to watch Skip jump rope. The man's bare chest was heaving and had a sweaty sheen.
"You're looking great," Leon commented. "Looking great."
The young man stopped and gave him a broad smile. "You really think so?"
"Yeah, I do." Leon gave him a hard cuff that bounced off the muscles of his upper arm. "Keep it up."
He moved into the weight room where a behemoth named Wilson was lifting weights. He eyed the young man critically and asked, "How much are you pushing?"
"Three-fifty," the man grunted as he snapped the balanced barbell up high over his head.
Leon nodded. Wilson would never be a champion. Everyone strained when they lifted, but Wilson hurt. Visibly. The really good ones made it look easy. Nope, nothing less than perfection was acceptable. You could train all your life and then run into a Schwarzenegger in competition. Leon knew.
"What do you think?"
"You're looking good, Wilson. But you need to work on your stance."
"Thanks."
Leon nodded and moved toward his office.
"Stretch...and one...and two...and three... stretch again...now run...come on ladies, get those knees in the air, move those buns-"
He couldn't resist peeking in at the coeds. Tits bouncing, feet thumping the floor, it was a sight any male would have a hard time resisting. Crystal, in the back row, saw him and flashed him a big smile. He tried not to respond. A nod from her directed his attention to another girl. She was pretty, with long blonde hair and a nice figure. She was concentrating on the aerobics, her attractive face expressionless. Now, what was Crystal trying to tell him?
It didn't take him long to find out. He hadn't been in his office for more than five minutes before the two girls walked in together.
"Hi," said Crystal with a beaming smile.
"Hi, yourself," Leon grunted without glancing up from the papers on his desk.
"Our class is finished," the girl went on.
"Well, you girls are free to stay and use the gym. That's part of the deal I have with the school."
"My friend wanted to meet you."
Leon gave up and looked up at the girls. The fact was the blonde had intrigued him and he had been thinking about her since leaving the exercise room. She was as pretty up close as she had seemed from a distance, sexy, but in a restrained sort of way.
"This is Robin-and, of course, Robin, you know who Leon is."
The blonde girl blushed shyly and smiled at Leon. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Benedict."
"Her father owns the bank," Robin gushed.
Leon groaned. The dean's daughter, and now the daughter of the man who held the mortgage on his business. This had to be trouble.
"Robin fucks jocks."
The "shy" blonde giggled and dipped her eyes. "You know, football players and guys like that," she said softly.
"Sweetheart, how old are you?"
"I'm twenty, Mr. Benedict."
"I'm old enough to be your father!"
"I know." She giggled some more and her tits bounced with life. "Dad remembers you from his college days. He says you were really big with the girls."
"Yeah," he admitted nostalgically. "Those were the days." His memory played tricks on him as he looked at the young women. The years vanished, and he was suddenly as young as they were. Young and randy. His dick started to harden. "Are you a cheerleader?"
Another giggle. "How did you know, Mr. Benedict?"
"I suppose you had better make it Leon."
"Don't you have someplace where we can get out of these smelly sweats?" Crystal asked pointedly.
"Come on." He gave a resigned sigh and led them to the door to his private quarters.
"Oh, wow! This is nice!"
"It's home," he said with a shrug. "Can I get you girls something to drink?"
"What have you got?"
"Soft drinks, beer."
"Okay, that will be fine."
Leon poured all three of them a cola.
Robin looked up at Leon with a coy smile. "I'll bet you look like one of those naughty Greek statues," she tittered, "when you're naked."
"He does!" Crystal chirped enthusiastically. "Why don't you show her?"
Leon had to have rocks in his head. What he really ought to do was throw the pair out on their cute little behinds. But instead, he threw caution aside and put down his drink, then stripped his sweatshirt over his head. Robin's gasp of approval fueled his pride. He hesitated only a moment before tugging loose the knot that held his sweat pants up. They slipped to his ankles. With only his jockstrap shielding him from their eyes, he undid his gym shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants. Straightening again, he flexed automatically.
"See what I mean?"
"Oh, yes! 'Wow' is right!"
"Don't stop now, Leon, honey. Take it off!"
"Yes! Take it all off!"
Leon clucked disapprovingly, teasing the girls with his delay. "You girls ought to have your mouths washed out with soap."
"Our minds, you mean," Crystal laughed.
"Oh, please, Leon," the shy one begged impatiently.
Grinning at the girls, he stripped down his jockstrap. His prick shook free and his egg-sized testicles dropped toward his knees.
"Oh, my! That is big," Robin said in amazement. "And it's not even hard!"
"Don't worry," Crystal assured her without taking her eyes away from Leon's handsome fuck hose, "it'll get that way."
"It will if you girls get undressed."
They needed no further encouragement. Crystal ripped off her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. Then came her shorts and panties.
Her twenty-year-old friend undressed slightly more demurely. She slipped out of her sweats and folded them carefully before removing the tight sports bra that flattened her breasts. They jumped out-even larger than Leon had expected-with little hard-on nipples. She bent to remove her panties, and when she stood again to kick them aside, she was naked except for her bulky socks.
He was pleased by the sight of the dark crop of wiry hair that bushed around the apex of her legs. The actual pink slash of her pussy was well-hidden, and the imagination of it caused his cock to inch upward.
He turned his attention from Robin's hairy pelt to her friend's shaggy snatch. With her legs parted, the moist lines of Crystal's cunt were just visible between her sleek thighs.
"Oh, look how big he's getting!"
His cock had passed the halfway point and was still stretching upward.
The long-haired blonde bit into her lower lip and forced a chuckle. "That thing looks good enough to eat." The humor in her eyes had turned to smoldering lust.
Leon groaned and rubbed his forehead. Yeah, he had rocks in his head! But something beyond will power took control of him.
"Go ahead," he said, moving to stand before her. "There's nothing like a good cocksuck to get things started."
"Don't be shy," the dean's daughter encouraged. "Do it!" Crystal was fingering her own crotch, her wet fingers evidence of her excitement.
Robin giggled and squatted before Leon on the floor. She licked her lips with her tongue and inhaled a deep whiff of the pungent odor of his randy cock.
Suddenly, Leon remembered he hadn't cleaned up after his fuck session with Naomi. The other woman's juices had mixed with his own and were still smeared over his genitals, along with the cock sweat from his balls. The mess had surely fermented by now. But the erotic perfume only seemed to turn the young girl on more.
"Looks yummy," she muttered, clutching his massive organ gingerly while she poked her tongue at the glistening teardrop in the gaping hole in the center of its mushroom-shaped knob. The oily juice stretched from the tip of his dick to her tongue for a moment until she sucked it in. "I like to suck cocks," she informed him unnecessarily.
Feeling a sudden impulse, he grabbed his dick in his hand and wiped the thick head over her cheeks, smearing her perfect beauty with the thick pre-cum that leaked from its tip. The caressing softness of her warm skin against his flaring cockhead sent electric thrills racing through his body. Suddenly, he was a college man, again-a football star who had just scored the winning touchdown. "Bite the weinie, baby. Show me how good you are."
Watching from beside them, Crystal was caught in a rage of wanton lust and was busily humping her own fingers.
Robin opened her mouth and let Leon's dick sweep in across her tongue. He groaned with pleasure as the thickness of his rigid meat clogged the girl's throat. He began to move, and his balls banged against her chin. Her cheeks flexed as her tongue swirled, the combined effect thrilling him to the bone. She sucked hard on the end of his cock, drawing huge drafts of his pre-cum and threatening to turn his organ inside out.
Leon started easy, then gradually increased his rhythm. His cock swept back and forth in her mouth. One moment, its tip was just parting her lips, the next it was rubbing against her tonsils. She quickly adjusted to him, hanging onto his hips to hold her position against his powerful thrusts. She was good; she had done this before; she took it like a woman of experience, squatting and hanging on and rolling and sucking and blowing-doing all the things that a woman could do to drive a man insane with desire, all the while maintaining a lady-like composure that added to his frenzy.
And then, his fat shaft recoiled and lurched forward, spewing a flood of gooey sauce into her throat. She gurgled around it and swallowed it down. His cock erupted again with another creamy flood.
He staggered, almost losing his footing. But holding onto her shoulders for balance, he hung in there until the last spurt of cum finally trickled out onto her tongue. She licked the tip of his softening dick as it withdrew, then stretched her tongue out to clean away the dribbles that had leaked from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes burned brightly as she stood back up to face him.
"Okay, you've had yours," said Crystal, pushing between them. "Now it's my turn."
Her eyes flashing with hunger, she pressed her ripe, wet lips to his. Leon barely had time to catch his breath before Crystal's tongue plunged into his mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. Her hands roamed his body as she sucked on his tongue with a force that made his pulse quicken. Her fingers scratched his nipples to hardness, then moved down to his groin.
"Oh, baby!" Leon gasped, leaning back against the wall for support while she stroked his cock into hardness again.
Christ, the bitch was hot! The heat from her body singed his own flesh. He thrust his cock between her legs and she tightened her thighs around it.
Then, suddenly, she pulled back and dropped down onto the floor. "Come on, big man," she demanded, spreading her legs as she stretched out on her back on the carpet.
Leon took one look at the swollen pink cleft that split her thighs and lost all conscious control of his actions. He dropped into the cradle of her legs and speared her with his cock. He pushed the breath out of her as he entered her with a sharp, quick jab. His prick moved deep into the cuddly softness of her vagina.
He immediately started fucking her, driving deeply, their merged bodies moving together in a breathless rhythm. They were both too hot to delay, and their hips became a blur as his pounding cock drove them both to the peak of ecstasy. She arched upward in the final moment, and her nails dug into his back as she cried out. Her orgasm began deep in her cunt and shook her loins. Her whole body exploded, her cunt walls collapsing and squeezing his prick. She felt his warm juices stream into her pussy, shooting deep and boiling around his rod as he stroked and jerked. Their juices mingled with the sweat from their bodies as their joined flesh pulsed to a single beat.
Leon heard a soft, feminine whimper of disappointment behind him as he pulled away from Crystal. "Damn it!" said Robin, staring at his prick, which had finally shriveled. "And I wanted you to fuck me."
Leon looked from the pretty naked girl to his tired cock. It might gain strength again after a while, but it'd had a pretty stiff workout already today.
Crystal was already pulling on her clothes. "Come on. We've got to go. Leon will give you a rain check."
"Will you, Leon?"
"Yeah, sure, babe. Anytime...."
Robin's eyes filled with delight. She had taken that as a promise, Leon mused later, back in his office-a promise he hadn't really intended to make. But then he smiled. No, he hadn't intended it, but it would be a pleasure to fulfill.
He allowed his mind to return to the picture of the naked girl settled around his feet with her pretty lips wrapped around his cock. Two days ago, he would not have allowed his thoughts to take that direction. But a change had taken place within him. He was no longer trying to restrain his sexy imagination.
"Can the smile, Leon," Vi said, entering the office and going directly to the refrigerator for a mineral water. "It almost makes you look human."
"Something wrong with that, Toots?"
"It spoils your image."
Leon tried to return to a serious expression, but he couldn't. His eyes roamed boldly over Vi's scantily clad figure, imagining her naked. She didn't make things any easier for him by moving over to his desk and hitching one leg up across the edge of it while she drank. Leon wanted to reach out and run his hands over the soft-looking, creamy skin of her thigh. Looking closely, he could see a few strands of cunt hair that curled out from the edges of the tight leotard where it clung to the double-lobed cleft of her pussy.
"Have you given any more thought to our last conversation."
"What's that?"
"Mixing sex with physical fitness."
He grinned. "Pumping for pleasure?"
"Now there's a catchy slogan!"
"Just what did you have in mind?"
"Combining the two. Mixed classes-guys and girls. Start out with a good exercise program-"
"In the nude, I suppose," he interjected sarcastically.
"That might work. We would have to start with couples at first, I suppose. If we put our minds together, I'll bet we could come up with some neat, sexy exercises-"
"like naked push-ups?"
"-while the partner does leg stretches underneath. Great idea, Leon!"
"So, any way you shake it, they will all end up getting a good fuck-even the fatties?"
She beamed. "Especially the fatties. It'll give them the incentive they need."
He started to laugh, then his jaw dropped. He stared at her, thunderstruck. Sex did have a rejuvenating power-just look at him. A good fuck had left him more vibrant than an hour of pushing weights. Mix the two, and....
"Shit, Vi! We'll all get thrown in jail!"
CHAPTER SIX
Leon always took an early morning jog right after opening the gym. He didn't worry about leaving the place unattended; the regulars knew their way around and there was nothing anyone would want to steal. Vi was usually there by the time he returned. Although he hated to admit it, he looked forward to her company. This morning was no different. The backpack she always carried was draped over her desk, meaning she was somewhere around. That was good. They needed to have a little private talk before they both got caught up in the business of the day. He wanted to make sure she didn't take their half-hearted joking from the day before seriously. Of course, she knew the value of the gym's reputation, but even words spoken in jest could have far-reaching consequences. And then, she needed to do something about her girls. Things were getting out of hand.
He thought he would run into her as he made his rounds, making sure the equipment was all properly stowed and in good condition, but he didn't. She was probably in the woman's dressing room. That was the newest addition to the facility, added especially to accommodate the coeds, and the easiest to keep clean. He dreaded the mess he probably would find as he pushed open the door to the men's dressing room.
He frowned as the door swung shut silently behind him. He heard a voice...and a giggle. It sounded like Vi. Now, what was she doing in here? He started forward but caught himself when he heard another voice. A man's voice.
Curious now, Leon advanced cautiously into the room. Peering around a bank of lockers, he froze. Vi was standing there, in the open area beside the massage table, along with a man. She was dressed in her street clothes, but the man was naked. Leon recognized him immediately. It was Skip.
A wicked smile spread across Leon's face. Oh, this was rich! It served the broad right. He had no idea why she was prowling, but she had no business traipsing into the men's dressing room. God, he and Skip would have a good laugh over this one. Poor guy-look at that swollen cock.
Leon started to announce himself, but his heart lurched when he saw Vi and Skip step into a tight embrace. His eyes widened and his own prick made a leap inside his pants. What the hell? The pair certainly didn't act like strangers. With their bodies molded together, Skip ground his hips slowly into Vi, pressing his massive cock to her through her clothing. The kiss was a wet one, with each of them sucking hungrily at the other's mouth. No, they weren't acting like strangers at all.
Realizing he had stumbled into something that was meant to be private, Leon started to back off. But, what the hell, this was his place, wasn't it?
They were in the wrong, not him! He stepped back into the shadows with a self-righteousness grunt that was just low enough not to disturb the two lovers as they stepped apart again. The son-of-a-bitch! My eyes would be sparkling, too, he thought, if I had a dick as hard as that!
Leon caught his breath, his attention as rapt as the other man's as Vi began to strip her cotton jersey over her head. He was about to have a dream fulfilled, he realized, watching as her mature body became naked. He had to suppress a gasp as all the sculptured white flesh that was normally covered by her leotard was gradually exposed. First her flat belly appeared, then her round tits were revealed in a low-cut white bra. She smiled at Skip, unhooked the bra, and her breasts sprang outward and dropped down. They were mature tits, not as firm or perky as those of the girls of the day before, but heavier-the kind that could wrap right around a guy's ears and smother him in sweet femininity. Her nipples were wide, puckered half-spheres with thick points that looked ripe enough to pop.
"Wanna taste 'em?" Vi teased with a lusty laugh as she lifted her heavy tits and pushed them toward his face. "Go on, don't be bashful."
The lucky son-of-a-bitch! It was all Leon could do to keep from rushing in there and running the guy off so he could suck Vi's tits himself.
Skip bent to her tits and she purred and ran her fingers through his hair as his mouth devoured one big tit and then the other. Leon could see his tongue licking her nipples while he kneaded the fleshy mounds with his hands. The watching man shifted as his cock strained for attention inside his jockstrap.
Skip did something to her nipple with his teeth that made her giggle and push him away. "Honey, if you've got an appetite," she teased, shoving her spandex leggings down, "have I got something for you!"
He chuckled and went down on his knees in front of her to help her work the leggings off her feet. Then he reached up for her white bikini panties. They slid down over her flaring hips and her rounded white ass cheeks were bared to Leon's view.
She turned slowly for her lover's attention, but unknowingly, she displayed herself to Leon at the same time. He was surprised by the thickness of the pelt of black pubic hair that sprang from her crotch and spread upward like an arrow almost to the deep-set dimple of her navel. There was nothing cutesy or teasing about that pubic patch! The lush blanket of fur begged for exploration.
Leon strained for a peek at Vi's pussy as she hitched her ass up onto the massage table and spread her thighs. But Skip robbed him of the chance, moving in and burying his face in her furry thatch. She gasped and winced as he nuzzled and chewed.
Leon broke into a sweat. He envied the pleasure the young man was experiencing as his tongue worked between the woman's sex lips, making her ass jerk and her tits shake. "Make it quick," she encouraged the youth. "We have to get on with it. Leon could get back any time."
Leon's attention perked up at the sound of his name. He could understand the young man's grunt of disappointment as Skip wrapped his arms around her upper legs and went to work in earnest on her cunt lips. Something like that really deserved to be savored, not rushed for fear of discovery.
If he was eating Violet's pussy, he'd send her soaring over and over until she was exhausted with satisfaction. And, yes, someday he would do just that, he promised himself, reaching down to gently rub his demanding dick. It was stretched tight under his jockstrap. God, he ached! Stepping back even deeper into the shadows to assure himself he couldn't be seen, he yanked down his briefs and his jock and breathed a sigh of relief as his cock lurched into the air. There! That was better.
Skip was slurping noisily in Vi's love hole. When his face would rise between her legs, Leon could see the juices that smeared his face from ear to ear. The lucky son-of-a-bitch! It didn't take too much of that before the woman's whole body was quivering.
"I'm cumming!" she moaned deeply. "Eat me, honey. Eat my pussy. Oh, God, here I go...ohhh... ohhhh...ohhhhh!" The guy continued, sending her over the edge and keeping her going while her ass beat against the table. She came and came and came while he thirstily lapped up her spewing juices.
"Did you like it, honey? Did you like the taste of my pussy?"
"Yeah, baby," he said with a grin as he helped her down from the table. "And now I have a treat for you."
Frustration filled Leon as he watched Vi drop her head down to Skip's cock. He winced when he saw her lips slip over the head and stroke their way slowly down to its base.
Son-of-bitch! he breathed. Son-of-a-bitch!
He watched Vi's head bob up and down on Skip's cock and decided that she wasn't really enjoying herself. Naw, she couldn't be enjoying herself. The big-dicked guy was nothing more than an animal. No class. No class at all. Vi deserved better than him. Vi deserved somebody...yes, somebody like himself.
"Hmmmm," Vi was moaning, the sound coming from deep within her throat while she wiggled her nose in his cock hair.
Yeah, she was just trying to make the guy feel good.
Skip cupped the back of her head while she bobbed her head up and down over his stiff prong. The bastard was groaning with lust. His cock slid in and out of her mouth. Leon could see her cheeks flexing as she sucked on it.
"Oh, baby, that's good! Suck my cock, Vi! Thrill me!" Breathing hard, he pumped his hips to her face.
Yeah, Vi, do it, Leon thought, sympathizing with Skip's feelings. Make the guy cum in your cock-sucking mouth!
Suddenly, Skip arched forward. Vi grasped his hips as his cock swelled in her mouth. He had reached his limit and his balls exploded. Her head bobbed faster and faster as cum flooded her mouth.
"Shit, babe! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Leon was panting as he watched. The hand that had been gently flexing his cock was now stroking it wildly. His jaw trembled as he came close to experiencing the same thrill that Skip was feeling. Then, feeling his balls start to tighten, he jerked his hand away from his throbbing cock.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
The pair by the massage table could have heard him if they had been more alert. But their minds were on nothing but each other. As Ship's shudders passed, Vi pulled her mouth away from his cock. She had slurped down every drop of his cum, and there was a smile of satisfaction on her face.
"Mmmmm, that was nice, baby," she purred, kissing and licking his big dick and making it twitch again.
God! What a woman! She doesn't even give a guy a chance to catch his breath.
Vi slid back up onto the massage table and lay back. Skip, his dick hard again and swaying, climbed up with her. The table wobbled, but held their combined weight. The two bodies molded together for a moment as they kissed, then Skip slipped back so that he could kiss her big breasts.
Yeah, that's what he would do, too, Leon thought, staring at the woman's beautiful body. He'd lick and suck those tits, chew on her nipples.
Vi threw her head back and purred. Her hand cupped the back of Skip's head and encouraged him as he devoured her massive tits. He wallowed between them, and she pressed them against the side of his face and his ears. Then his head began moving downward, kissing her hard, flat tummy. When his tongue began teasing the springy curls at the edge of her pussy muff, she groaned and raised and bent her knees.
"Fuck me, Skip, honey. Please," she moaned softly. "I can't wait any longer."
And neither can I, thought Leon, taking his eyes away from Vi's supine body to stare at his own stretched organ. Fuck the bitch! With a sigh of resignation, he wrapped his hand around his own cock again while he turned his attention back to the pair on the massage table.
Skip was staring at Vi's pussy and chuckling. "You bet, babe," he said, supporting himself above her while he let her guide his cock to her waiting cunt. "Oh, yeah!" he breathed as he slid into her. "That's warm and nice!"
"It's warm for you, honey," she cooed, squeezing her thighs to his hips. "Fuck me, honey. Fuck me."
Leon watched Skip's ass pull back up. From his position, he couldn't see Vi's pussy, but he had a clear view of Skip's shaft as it emerged from her body, slick and shiny with her juices. She moaned as he pushed it back in and began to pump between her legs.
Breathing hard, Leon clenched his hand around his own throbbing cock, matching the rhythm of their motion. His balls began to tighten again, but this time he ignored the warning.
"Oh, baby, you're one hell of a fuck," Skip grunted between strokes.
Yeah, I'll bet she is.
Vi sighed with pleasure, and her ass rose slightly from the table so that she could wiggle and squirm around his stroking prick.
Shit! She's probably squeezing the bastard inside that ripe pussy of hers!
Leon watched breathlessly while the two lovers began to grind together faster and faster. His own hand was out of control, whipping away at his hard cock.
"Fuck, baby, here comes-"
Vi let out a little cry as Skip slammed forward. As the pair jerked together in simultaneous orgasms, Leon's prick lurched and sent his own excitement splashing into the air.
When it was over, Leon managed to slip out of the dressing room without disturbing the couple. He was back at his desk, trying to look absorbed in a pile of papers, when Vi entered the office fifteen minutes later.
"Good morning," she said.
"Morning," he grunted.
"My! Aren't we in a mood today," she said, sounding as chipper and gay as one of her coeds. "How come you're late."
"Where's the 'Toots'?."
"Huh?"
"You're supposed to say, 'how come you're late, Toots?'"
"I thought you didn't want me calling you that?"
Vi shook her head. "Leon, honey, you really don't know much about women, do you?"
"I do know one thing," he said, glaring at her. "You're all a bunch of horny bitches."
Her eyes widened. "Why, Leon!" She chuckled. "You're more perceptive than I had imagined."
He had to pull his eyes away from her leotard-clad body. The memory of it naked was too fresh to repress. "You'd better get your ass out of here before I-"
"Before you what?"
"-before I tear that leotard off you and."
"Promises, promises!" she teased, twitching her ass mockingly as she scooted out the door. The fuckin' bitch! One of these days.... r
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leon was grumpy all day long. The sex scene he had witnessed started it off, of course. But his reaction to it had set the mood. Christ! A man his age jerking off? It was despicable!
Something had suddenly gone wrong in his life, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Until now, he'd had everything under control. And then Vi had come along-Vi with her crazy ideas and her wanton regard for sex.
So...sex had come back into his life. What was wrong with that? He'd had one, two...three women in the past few days. What man could complain about that? Hell, he wasn't over the hill yet, was he?
But he hadn't had Vi....
He was no closer to the resolution to his problem at the end of the day than he had been at the start. It all seemed to come back to one thing, one that he didn't really want to admit. He wanted to fuck Vi. No one except Geneva had ever dominated his imagination so completely. But, no, he wouldn't accept that comparison. Vi was no Geneva.
The return of his daughter from school was the only bright spot in his day. Her pretty face and pleasant disposition always had a cheering effect on him.
"Hi, Dad," she said, bending to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Want me to fix dinner?"
"Yeah, sweetheart, that would be nice." They usually ate separately, most of the time just zapping something in the microwave.
"How about steaks?"
He smiled, his mouth already watering. "Great idea!"
"Give me an hour," she chirped, then departed, leaving him in a better mood than he had been in all day long.
Why couldn't they all be as sweet as Beth? he wondered. Sweet...and sexy, too. Yes, she was a sexy thing. Damn if she didn't put Crystal and that Robin girl to shame. And he could even see her growing up to be as sexy in her maturity as her mother. Or even Vi-damn it! Now there she was, back in his mind, messing with his thoughts again.
And making his dick hard.
The salad was nice and crisp, and the steaks were grilled just the way Leon liked them. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, he pushed back his chair and finished the beer that always accompanied his meal in one, long gulp.
He burped.
"Dad!" his daughter scolded. "You're uncouth!"
"Yeah." He grinned and ignored his napkin, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I've got to clean up my act. No homework tonight?"
"No, nothing tonight. I'm just going to have a workout, then settle down for a long, hot bath."
"Who's the guy that's been helping you?"
"What guy? Oh, you must mean Brian."
He stared hard at his daughter. "You two got something going?"
"Something going?" She flushed and her eyes turned away for a moment, but came back immediately to challenge her father's. "What do you mean by that?"
"You know...something serious?"
"If you mean are we making it together, yeah, we are. Every now and then."
Leon choked, startled by his daughter's boldness. "Beth-"
"Oh, come off it, Dad! You didn't think I was a virgin, did you?"
"Well, we've never talked about it-"
"I'm willing, if you are."
Leon had no response.
"What's the matter? The cat got your tongue?" Beth teased, laughing as she got up from the table. "Look, Dad, I'm a normal, healthy young woman. And this is the nineties. I have a sex life, and I really think you should have one, too."
The brief exchange with her father had Beth trembling as she left the room, but she let out a sigh of relief. Well, at last it was out in the open. She knew it was a blow to her father, but she hated sneaking around. He just had to accept the fact that she was an adult.
She slipped into a pair of loose sweats and went out onto the gym floor. She warmed up with some stretching exercises, than moved to the machines. Her dad looked in on her a couple of times, but he didn't continue their conversation from dinner. He was accepting it, he realized, and she felt better both physically and emotionally an hour later when she stepped into the bathroom with an armload of shower things and shut the door behind her.
She filled the tub with steamy hot water and threw in a handful of bath crystals to make it nice and sudsy. Slipping out of her sweatsuit, she tossed it into the corner. Her bra and panties soon added to the pile.
Taking advantage of her nudity, she examined her body in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Her tits were all right, big and shapely, the kind she knew the guys liked. She brushed her hands over them and lifted them. She liked the way they felt when she touched them. The nipples were so responsive that they hardened at the slightest excuse-even the touch of her own fingers. She was glad that she had such sensitive places, and she felt no qualms about stimulating them to stiff, tingling peaks.
Autoerotism. Ms. Newton had discussed it with them. She encouraged it. If you don't appreciate your own body, how can you expect someone else to?
She twisted around to inspect the tight, creamy cheeks of her ass. She nodded with approval. There was just one spot she really had to work on. It was her thighs. They still had a hint of that chubby, schoolgirl fatness. She wanted them to be as sleek and svelte as the rest of her body. Ms. Newton had given her some exercises for that, and she was working diligently at it. But the results weren't showing yet.
Now her attention turned to that area between her legs. Her pussy hair was a rich fluff of black, even darker than the dark brown tresses that splayed over her shoulders. She was not really sure whether she liked the look of her pussy or not. It was such a stark contrast with the rest of her body. And guys never complimented her on it-not like they did her face, or her hair, or her tits-unless, "Hot damn! Look at that twat!" could be considered an objective evaluation.
But it was one part of her body she had to live with, Beth thought as she ruffled her fingers through her cunt hair, then feathered it back so that she could peer at the slit itself that separated her legs. You could develop that rest of your body, but there wasn't much you could do about your cunt.
Of course, you could always work on those sex muscles. That was always fun, she thought with a grin. The tip of her finger touched her clit and her whole body shuddered. God, wasn't it great to be young and sexy?
She turned and dipped a toe to test the water in the tub. The water was hot, but it was cooler than her thoughts. She wondered if it was normal for a young woman's mind to be so preoccupied with sex. She decided it must be, because that was all she and her friends seemed to talk about anymore. Especially since they had begun fucking her father.
At first, it embarrassed her, because she had never really thought of her father that way. But now, she couldn't wait to hear every juicy detail. Her father was really quite a stud. She was beginning to envy the others, and she wished there was some way possible to put her own name on the list of girls she had made. That list had started as a joke when a couple of them had mentioned wanting to fuck her father, and she had been amazed at how it had grown when she actually started writing down names.
Beth climbed into the tub and let the warm water envelop her nakedness. She leaned back gingerly, giving her body time to adjust to the coolness of the porcelain, then she let out a soft sigh and relaxed completely.
She began to soap her tits. The cleaning motion was automatic; the fun part was imagining that some good-looking guy was doing it. But it wasn't Brian, the guy she was currently fucking, that she was picturing as she gently massaged her tits. It was other guys-studs she had seen walking on campus and dreamed about but never met. She pictured them, one by one, and slowly stripped their clothes away until she was imagining their dicks. It was a silly, futile exercise, because she really had no idea how well they were hung. But that was the beauty of it, because she doubted that any of them could match the proportions that she yearned for in her mind.
Except maybe her dad.
She had studied him, trying to gauge the bulge in his briefs, ever since Crystal came back raving about his proportions, and she had decided that maybe the girl hadn't been exaggerating. Her friend had said it wasn't just his size, but his technique-and she could believe that, too. Her mother was a really sexy woman, and Beth felt sure it would take a good man to satisfy her. She'd had a talk with Beth before she left, and she had assured her daughter that she wasn't leaving because she and her father were incompatible in any way. It was strictly a financial thing. And now her mother was about to marry a lackluster accountant. Somebody like Brian-a good provider.
Well, Beth wanted the Mercedes, too. And the fur coat and everything else that went with it. If that took a stable husband, so be it! She would just take as many lovers as necessary to give herself a full life. As far as she was concerned, the one-man-one-woman concept was as ancient as the pharaohs.
But a man like her dad...Beth's fingers slid down from her tits, across her tummy, to her pussy ...now, that would be a man she would make some sacrifices for. She couldn't fault her mother, because Beth knew she had tried for a long time, but what in the world did she see in that accountant?
One finger slipped inside her pussy slit.
If she hadn't been Leon's daughter, she would have put her name right on the top of the list after hearing Crystal rave about the way he had fucked her-not only fucked her, but he ate her out and everything. Somehow, it just didn't seem fair. They hardly even knew him, but she loved him. What could be more natural than that?
Mmmmmmm...she was nice and slick inside. Her own juices were like magic, even more slippery than the soapy lather she had smeared all over her chest and her tits.
No, she might not be able to fuck her dad, but there was nothing wrong with her imagining it, was there? Who would ever know about it except herself?
Beth threw her head back and closed her eyes and let her father move into the water with her. He would kneel right there, between her legs, and he would stare for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her pretty pussy.
She spread her cunt lips with the fingers of one hand while she slid a finger from the other deep inside her, like a long, thrusting tongue.
Oh, yeah, Daddy...eat it...fuck your daughter's pussy...
She added a second finger along with the first, and her body began to twist and writhe. Make me cum, Daddy! Make me cum! Water sloshed almost to the edge of the tub as she became frenzied, pumping her fingers in her cunt, fucking herself with her father's dick.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!"
When she began to pant wildly, when she could stand the tension no longer, she pressed her thumb to her clit and rolled it around.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Her legs shot up out of the water and stretched straight upward.
"Ohhhhhhh, gawd!
The cum erupted deep inside her overwrought body. Intense sensation pulsed through her pussy and stiffened her spine. Thrill after thrill shot through her.
"Oh, yessss, Daddy! You're the best!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Leon took off his glasses and set the newspaper aside. It had only been a temporary distraction from the thoughts that had been running through his mind all day. And now the new concern. He had honestly never considered his daughter in that light. Hell, he was fucking her friends-why did it shock him so to think of her having a love life, too?
It was times like this that he wished Geneva was still around. She would know what to do.
He picked up one of the books Beth had brought home from school. Calculus. Damn, it looked like a foreign language! As he fingered the pages, his mind remembered Beth sitting on his lap as a little girl and him helping her learn the simple words. Dog, cat, wagon...Now, she knew things even he didn't understand. She was an adult now. A woman.
The scrap of paper she was using for a bookmark caught his attention. It was a list of names. He recognized the names at the top of the list and he frowned.
Crystal... Robin...Heather-
Who the hell was Heather?
It didn't take him long to find out. He was sitting at his desk early the next morning wishing that coffee was one of his vices. He'd had a lousy night. His dreams had been full of women. "Mr. Benedict-"
"Huh?" Leon's eyes jerked up as the sound of the soft voice penetrated his consciousness.
"Hi-I mean, good morning. I'm Heather."
"Ah, yes. Heather." He nodded understandingly as he looked at the pretty blonde that stood before his desk.
The girl smiled. "I guess I'm next."
"You're a pretty girl, Heather," Leon commented. "Thank you. When do you suppose we could, ah-"
"Why not now?"
"Oh, but I'm supposed to be in Ms. Newton's class."
"I'll speak to Ms. Newton," he said, getting up from his desk and reaching for her hand. "Come along."
"This is a really nice place you have," the girl said as he led her into his private apartment. "Beth and I like it."
"You have a really nice daughter, Mr. Benedict."
"Yes, and she has some really nice friends."
Stopping near the couch, Leon turned the girl to face him. He looked into her young face, saw the flicker of apprehension in her eyes, then pulled her closer to him and kissed her. Heather tensed up for a second. But when their tongues touched, she hugged him strongly and began kissing him back.
"Oh, Mr. Benedict-"
"Leon."
"Leon? How nice." She sighed. "Everything they said about you was true. Even your kisses are really nice."
"There's nothing special about my kisses."
"Oh, but there is! If you could kiss my boyfriend, you would know there is."
"I suppose he makes up for it in other ways."
"You mean, as a lover?" Her eyes rolled. "Hah! He's the absolute pits! We do it whenever it's absolutely necessary-but I'm keeping my eyes open, if you know what I mean."
"Why don't you get someone else?"
Her eyes widened in shock. "Are you crazy? He's Robin's brother. His father owns a bank!"
"I see." He laughed and hugged her warm body tightly. Were there others out there just like her, but older, well-kept women, married to respectable husbands, who were languishing for good sex? Probably a whole town full!
"Tell me," he said curiously, "is your mother like you?"
"In what way?"
"Is she...satisfied?"
"Hah! I doubt it. I'm not sure she and Dad even get it on anymore. But she's a pretty woman-she goes to spas and everything to keep her body 'toned up.' Dad's a great guy, but he's a pig. Pot belly-you know what I mean." Suddenly, she broke into a smile. "Would you like to meet my mom?"
Leon grinned. He felt like he had just been exposed to top secret information and given the key to the enemy's defenses. How could he possibly lose? "Sure. Why not?"
"Oh, Leon! That would be so neat!" She giggled and rubbed her firm tits into his chest. "I know Mom would just love it!"
Leon's cheeks reddened as a warmth spread throughout his body. "Do you really think your mother would go for it?"
"Trust me, sugar man," the young girl said as she slipped through his arms and down his rugged frame until she was on her knees before him. Leon widened his stance when the blonde's spirited fingers found his swelling penis through the material of his sweat pants. "Oh, be still my foolish heart," she muttered as she tugged down the loose pants, and then his jockstrap. She let out a happy sigh when his cock jerked free. "Goodness! I didn't know they came so big! Crystal was really right about you being so well hung!"
"Crystal's got a big mouth," Leon muttered.
Heather stretched her thumb and forefinger to gauge the size of his erect dick, then traced its handsome lines with the light touch of her fingertips. He was totally resigned now to being an object of curiosity for the young girls. Why resist it any longer? Why not just enjoy it? It was nothing more than a reward for the years of hard work he had put in to maintain a firm, tight body while his peers had let themselves become fat slobs.
"I hope I do this right," Heather said, looking up at him with a smile. "I've never sucked a cock this size before." With that, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked up and down the sensitive underside of the hefty pole. Then, her tongue tickled the groove that circled the organ's plum-colored head.
Leon groaned and pushed against the back of her head, pressing her closer. "Ohhhh, baby, suck it," he encouraged impatiently. "Suck it and let me cream in your mouth."
The pretty blonde slipped her mouth over his cock and began to tear off her clothes. Her flexing cheeks worked him into a frenzy. She had barely gotten naked before he was ready to blow.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he gasped. "Now!"
She laughed excitedly and pulled her lips away from his throbbing cock just as it began to lurch.
"Go ahead, cum! Cum all over my tits!" Her tight fist whipped up and down on his thick root as she leaned back and pushed her gleaming, white-fleshed breasts forward. "Go on! Spray me!"
The muscle man's body shuddered and his cock let loose a powerful blast that caught her between the tits. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the blonde girl cried, guiding his cock like a hose until her tits were dripping with creamy white cum. As her hand pumped the last of the spray, she caught the tip in her mouth and coaxed forth an extra shot of the hot fluid.
"And now, sweet thing, I'm gonna fuck you," he grunted, pumping his dick back into a hard-on as she lay back on the floor and spread her legs.
Heather moaned and arched her youthful body up against his hard cock as it slid into her cunt. Wasting no time, the pair began beating and rolling together. She gurgled with pleasure as his hairy belly thumbed against hers. He fucked powerfully, holding nothing back, and her cunt took every blow, twisting around each withdrawal, demanding more.
Heather's tits bounced on her chest like they were spring-loaded. Her head rolled in delirium, and saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. Totally lost in sensation and driven speechless by the cock that pounded her, she began to cum.
He matched her, his thick cock pulsing and spreading warmth inside her while its thick base mashed and rubbed against her throbbing clit, sending her crashing over a second crest.
"Ohhhhh, that was nice," she said softly as they separated and she lifted her sweaty body to a sitting position.
"Yeah, baby," Leon muttered, wiping his cock. "Hey, and don't forget about your mother."
CHAPTER NINE
Leon looked sporty in a turtleneck, a pair of slacks, and loafers. All he wore underneath was a sexy pair of bikini briefs that held his ample proportions in check as tightly as a jockstrap. It was as dressed up as he had been since Geneva left him. There was no need to imagine up if you had no place to go or no one to do things with.
He had been surprised when she had suggested meeting at the country club. He had been given a lifetime membership back in the days when he was winning trophies, but he hadn't been there in years. It was hardly the place for a discreet rendezvous.
Leon was a few minutes early. The bartender who mixed his screwdriver was too young to recognize him, which was just as well. Leon didn't really feel comfortable in the nose-in-the-air atmosphere, and he didn't feel at ease with his reason for being there. He took his drink and stepped out onto the verandah where he could watch the golfers finish the eighteenth hole.
"Mr. Benedict?"
Leon turned to see a beautiful woman advancing toward him. She was wearing a banana-colored outfit: tailored jacket with padded shoulders and a shapely, slim, knee-length skirt, with a navy blue crew neck shell under the jacket. Elegant, golden rope hoop earrings matched the circle pin on her left lapel. On the right side, an engraved name tag had the logo of a real estate firm. Perfectly coifed, sandy-blonde hair flared around the base of her neck and flounced lightly as she walked.
"Hi!" The woman held out her hand with a bright smile. "I'm Karen, Heather's mother."
Leon's eyes gleamed as he shook the woman's hand. While the woman was obviously the mature version of her pretty daughter, she didn't look as though she could possibly be old enough for the role.
"I see you started without me," the woman said with a coquettish wink, nodding toward his drink. "That looks healthy."
"What would you like?"
"A Bloody Mary, please."
Leon returned a few minutes later with her drink and joined her at a table on the verandah. "So, you're in real estate?" he said as a conversation opener.
"Yes." She smiled. "I dabble. We don't need the money, of course, but it gives me a chance to get out of the house and meet new people."
And new men, Leon thought understandingly. The perfect cover.
Leon chuckled. "If I ever buy a house, I'll certainly look you up."
"You don't actually have to buy a house just to look," she told him with a wink. "I'd be happy to show you around, anytime."
"Well, ah, yes...."
"Actually, Leon-you don't mind me calling you Leon, do you?-I must confess I'm a bit awestruck by you."
"Really?"
"Really." She nodded, then tittered. "In fact, I used to have a crush on you. We went to college together-of course, I was only a sophomore and you a senior, but I swear, that day when you made the winning touchdown in the championship game with Tech, I had an orgasm right there in the stands."
Leon sighed. "That was a long time ago. I'm surprised anyone remembers."
"You don't forget something like that. I'm serious-an orgasm! My friends wouldn't believe me. They thought I had peed my pants."
They both laughed.
"So what is this about my daughter?" the woman asked, sobering suddenly.
"Well, ah, exactly what did Heather tell you?"
"She said that she was having problems and that you were giving her extra help-that you thought some of her problems might come from her life at home. In what way, Mr. Benedict?"
"Did she go into detail about the 'extra help?'"
"To be blunt, she said you fucked her."
Leon gulped. "Just once."
"Which, considering the situation, is quite enough," the woman said, staring into his eyes coldly. "Let's be frank, Mr. Benedict-"
"You were going to call me Leon."
"Yes, I was." She reached across the table to lay her hand across his. Her palm was warm and sweaty damp. "Leon," she continued, her voice softer. "I'm not going to blame a man of your stature for taking advantage of what I am sure were the advances of a stupid, awestruck young woman. And I don't begrudge Heather that 'one-time' experience." She smiled. "In fact, I envy her, somewhat. Times have changed, haven't they? When we were her age, good girls didn't do things like that. I didn't-at least, not much. I didn't really do it until I got married." Her eyes turned sad. "But I'm afraid that particular spark went out of our marriage years ago."
"That's what Heather was concerned about," Leon said sympathetically.
"Hmmm." The blonde-haired woman gave him a speculative smile and scratched the back of his palm with her nails. "I didn't know our marital situation was that obvious to our daughter. So what was Heather's solution?"
"She thought that you and I ought to get together."
"Hmmm. Smart girl. And you accepted, sight unseen?"
"You have a beautiful daughter."
"Was she a good fuck."
"Spirited...."
"And you thought, like mother, like daughter."
"I don't think I made a mistake," he said, taking her wrist and staring into her eyes.
She took a quick, deep breath, then laughed. "Mr. Benedict...Leon, I think I'll take that as a compliment." She pushed back her chair and pulled some keys out of her purse. "Would you like me to show you some houses?"
They took her Lincoln instead of his old Chevy. "Have you ever been in the old Benson place?" she asked.
"No, but I heard it was on the market."
"Beautiful place, fully furnished, four-poster beds, satin sheets, working fireplaces in the bedrooms...."
Once in the house, she led him directly to the master bedroom.
"Are you good with fires?"
"Yeah," he said, turning to the fireplace. In minutes, he had a crackling fire going.
She turned on some easy listening music.
Finally, with no more preparations to distract them, they looked at each other. His gaze quickly took in the full view of her, from the soft thrust of her breasts against her tailored outfit to the shape of her legs stretching upward from her high-heeled shoes. Her eyes had that same, apprehensive look her daughter's had held. He laughed. "Your daughter was timid, too, at first," he said, reaching out and cupping his hands around her hips.
"Believe it or not," she said, her voice low and husky, "I've never cheated on my husband before."
"I'm flattered."
"You should be," she said with a dimpled smile, puckering her lips as she raised her hands to his shoulders. "Because I've had plenty of offers, but none that I thought were worth the risk. Heather has a good eye." She caressed his muscles through the cloth of his shirt while he kissed her.
Slowly, she responded to him. Her muscles softened and her body flowed against his. The flames started as a low tickle in her belly, and quickly flared to color her cheeks and the exposed flesh of her arms. He reacted, too, feeling the pressure of her breasts pressing against his chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she moaned.
"God," he said hoarsely when he was finally able to pull his lips away from her hungry mouth. "How long has it been since you've fucked?"
"Ages," she said with a sigh. "I thought that stage in my life had gone by."
"Foolish woman!" His fingers reached for the lapels of her jacket and pushed them back. He pulled the jacket down her shoulders and folded it and laid it aside.
But when he reached to tug the bottom edge of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, she gently pushed his hands away.
"Indulge me," she said. "Get undressed first. I want to watch that magnificent body move."
Smiling, she sat in a chair and tried to maintain a lady-like composure while watching him remove his clothes. As his things fell away, she was pleased to see that he was every bit as trim and muscular as she had hoped he would be. With his back to her, he pulled away the narrow band of his briefs and her jaw dropped as she stared at the white hollows of his lean ass cheeks. In all her adult life, she had never seen another man naked except her husband, and he had turned into a slob so fat that the wrinkle of flesh at the base of his belly hung so low it completely obscured the view of his "little thing."
But Leon...Leon was magnificent.
He turned, and her eyes got lost in the thick mat of hair that covered his chest. Sprinkles of gray colored it, but the pelt became darker lower down, where it thickened and widened to frame his genitals. This penis was no "little thing." It hung like a thick hose halfway to his knees and was backed by a pair of testicles that stretched even further.
"My God," she murmured with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her skin was tingling, and her cheeks, flushed. "It's as if you and my husband aren't even the same sex."
Leon felt sorry for the other man. He knew it was an unfair competition. But he didn't feel that sorry.
"I hope you're not disappointed," he said with a smile as he reached down to pull her up from the chair and into an embrace. The passionate kiss made her knees watery, and he lifted her completely off her feet, holding her against his naked body. She couldn't resist forcing her hand between them so that she could feel his prick. She squeezed it gently and almost swooned. "Oh, God...."
He set her back down.
This time, she let him continue when his hands reached for her blouse. Her bra was a wispy combination of peach-colored satin and lace. Scalloped cups enclosed and sculpted a pair of 38-inch tits that brought heat to Leon's gaze. His fingers fumbled with the front hook closure, and his eyes darkened when the lacy cups pulled away to reveal a perfect pair of ivory globes with coral-hued nipples.
He licked his fingers and drew circles around her nipples, watching them tighten into hard little peaks. Karen shivered. Sitting in the chair she had abandoned, he pulled her between his knees. He feasted on one tit after the other, kneading and fondling the soft flesh while he licked and sucked on their fleshy extensions. Looking down between her tits into his lap, she could see him begin to respond to the thrills the enjoyment of her body gave him.
She moaned softly and clasped his head to her breasts. Her fingers combed through his hair while his lips took their time, doing wonderful things to her. She marveled as the clock ticked away the minutes. Her husband would have been in and out by now, his simple wants fulfilled, leaving her cravings undiminished. "Did you take this much time romancing my daughter?" she asked in a low murmur.
"Young girls just want to fuck."
"What a remarkable man! You gauge yourself to the woman you're with."
"Doesn't everyone?"
A deep laugh made her belly bounce and her tits leap. "It would come as a surprise to the women in my bridge group."
He looked up at her with a sly smile. "Perhaps you ought to introduce me to your friends."
"Perhaps I will."
Her easy acquiescence gave him a sudden inspiration. "You know what I would really like?"
"What?"
"I'd like to get you and your daughter together." The woman shivered. "Leon! You are an evil man!"
"Just teasing," he said, kicking himself for expressing the sudden urge.
Karen's eyes narrowed. "But it's an interesting idea. I'll have to talk to Heather about it."
Damn! Well, at least she hadn't rejected the idea!
He unfastened her skirt, then reached for her pantyhose as her skirt slid down her legs with a soft whisper. Leon peeled the sheer material past her hips and thighs and over her knees and calves. She lifted each foot in turn and let him slide the flimsy cloth off her ankles and heels. Then he turned his attention to the pair of peach-colored bikini panties that was all she had been left wearing.
Karen bit her bottom lip, worried about his reaction as the final scrap of material was pulled away to bare her completely. Would he expect her to be blonde there, too? Or would he be satisfied? Then she let out a sigh of relief when he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the dark V immediately as it was exposed. His warm breath seeped right through the silken curls and made her cunt lips flutter.
"You're exquisite," he said, turning away from her pussy for a moment and looking up into her face with a sincere smile.
"Leon Benedict, you certainly know how to make a woman feel special," she said, preening her naked loveliness with pride.
Rising, he took her hand and led her to the big, four-poster bed that was the centerpiece of the room. They hurriedly pushed back the counterpane, and she lay down on her back. She shivered once again, watching his hard, blood-filled cock sway as he climbed on the bed and moved between her open legs.
He dropped his face between her thighs and rubbed his cheeks against the sensitive skin at the insides of her upper legs. And then his nose was pressing right into the soft curls that clustered on her mound. She moaned as she felt his breath again wash over her pussy. It wasn't shrouded any longer in dark-haired mystery, but fully open and exposed. His tongue poked between her swollen labia and moved up and down, working them apart.
Her legs trembled. She hadn't experienced such joy since she was a young woman. In the days before her marriage, oral sex was the only way she could maintain her virginity while relaxing her "good girl" image enough to keep the boys knocking on her door. She had probably sucked a dozen different cocks during college, and allowed six or seven guys to "sniff her pussy. But that had all ended with her marriage to a fine, upstanding young man whose knowledge of sex had never progressed beyond learning the missionary position.
Those thoughts passed as Leon's marvelous wet tongue fluttered over her hairy pussy. Her clitoris had popped up and was throbbing, but he was avoiding it, pushing her to the limits of ecstasy with simple tongue strokes that drove deep into her heated pit. When he finally did pull his tongue back to lap the shaft of her clit, she groaned and closed her thighs around his head. Fireworks exploded somewhere behind her eyeballs, and her body jerked as her clit throbbed and sent excitement pulsing through her pussy.
He sent her to the peak once...twice...and a third time before crawling up and holding himself above her on his arms and legs. When her eyes opened, she saw him staring down into them. The flicker of her response was all that he was waiting for.
Almost instantly, his penis was deep within her vagina. The springy bed rocked beneath them as their bodies merged and the rhythm quickened. It seemed like forever, but their excitement was so intense it only took moments for them to climb to the summit together. She exploded in a moment of blinding passion, far more intense than before.
He cried out as his own climax began. Thick juices rose from his heated balls and surged through the tight tube that brought them into her bodily warmth. His cockhead exploded, and his ass jerked as his prick expanded inside her and spit his hot seed deep into her. They thrashed together for a few seconds longer, then lay back, their sweaty bodies exhausted.
For her, it had been a return to her youth and an affirmation of her continuing attractiveness.
For him it had been an inspiration. God, to think of the women that were out there. Desirable... neglected-what was that she had said about her bridge group?
CHAPTER TEN
Leon was in a much better mood the next few days. For the first time in over a year, his sex urges were satisfied and under control. He had finally accepted the fact that he was still an appealing man. He had bought himself a brand-new black book and had already started filling in it with names of women a generation younger than himself. And there were still a few desirable women his own age that he added to the pages.
When Robin popped into his office and announced that she was having a pool party for her twenty-first birthday and that she wanted him to come, his ears perked up. "Who all is going?"
"My brother will be there, and Beth and her boyfriend, and then I thought you and Ms. Newton would round things out."
"Vi-Ms. Newton?"
The girl grinned. "Actually, there's a big, diabolical plan here. You see, my brother is going out with Heather-"
"So I heard."
"-and he's a bit...awkward. Ms. Newton thought that if she could get him off in a corner, she could teach him a few tricks."
"But if Vi goes off with your brother, then that leaves-"
"-you and me. You owe me a rain check, remember?"
Leon grinned. "And I'll bet your parents will be out of town."
"Las Vegas."
"You're right," he said with an approving nod. "That's pretty diabolical."
"You don't mind about Beth, do you?"
"Being there?" He shrugged. "No, I know she and Brian are getting it on."
"Good! I was worried."
"I mean, there's not going to be any humping right out in the open, is there?"
"Would that bother you?"
He stared at her, then shrugged. "What the hell? Why not!"
He had second thoughts when it came time for the actual party. As soon as they arrived, Vi started working on Robin's brother, Raymond. Raymond didn't look too excited about an older woman-even one as attractive as Vi-coming on to him. And although having him there didn't seem to bother his daughter, her presence did cramp his style. The thought of trying to put the make on one of Beth's friends right in front of her made him feel like an old fool.
Leon dove into the pool and swam several laps before stopping for a breather. He wasn't showing off; he was just trying to cover his uneasiness.
Wiping the water from his eyes, he watched as Robin brought a tray of appetizers from the house and set them out on a table. Moving toward the pool, she shed the cover-up she had been wearing and Leon's cock reacted immediately as he got his first glimpse of her healthy, bikini-clad body.
"Come on," Brian said, slapping Beth's thigh and getting up from the lounge chair next to hers. "Let's get at those eats."
Beth, who had been staring at her father, trying to decipher whether his expression was one of pleasure or pain, muttered, "Yeah, sure," and got up behind him.
Robin's brother, Raymond, was sitting on the diving board next to Violet Newton and sipping a cold beer. He had moved over several times when her leg had swung over to meet his, until one move more would send him off the end of the diving board. He tried to ignore the warmth of her body as it pressed against his thigh.
The older woman was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, but somehow, she looked sexier that the two younger girls in their skimpy bikinis. Violet's suit had a low, scooped back, and it was split in front between her breasts with lacing holding the halves together while allowing a generous view of the valley between her tits. The suit looked like it was painted over the curves of her hips and the swells of her ass.
Balancing a paper plate full of food, Brian settled back down in the lounge chair beside Beth. He stripped the meat from a chicken wing with his teeth, then licked his fingers. "This is good," he said with a chuckle, "but I can think of something else I'd rather be eating right now."
Beth blushed. "Hush, Brian! My dad might hear you."
"I thought you said he knew about us?"
"Well, there's no sense in rubbing his face in it-" she stopped and her blush deepened. "I mean-"
Brian shrugged. "I don't see what the fuss is. He's going to fuck Robin, isn't he?"
"Brian! Please watch your mouth," she hissed. "You're going to blow everything!"
"I don't see why everyone is so secretive and always beating around the bush-oops! There, I've said it again."
Beth's eyes rolled. "Sometimes, I think men are impossible."
"I'll bet I can change your mind," he said, reaching over and tickling his fingers along her midriff at the edge of her bikini bottom.
"Brian...." she warned, her voice softening.
"If you take this damn thing off, I'll eat your cunt," he whispered, giving a teasing tug on her bikini.
"Right in front of my father?" she hissed back. He grinned. "Yeah."
"Oh, Brian...."
At the pool, Robin was stepping daintily into the shallow end while Leon held her hand. She giggled as he pulled her into his arms and his hard-on pushed against her soft belly.
"Wanna dance?" he asked frivolously.
She giggled as he hugged her close and tried to waltz her in the waist-deep water. His pectorals felt wonderful pressing against her firm tits. "What are you trying to do?"
"I've got to do something with this hard-on. Right now, I'm trying to hide it."
"You can't think of something better to do with it?"
"Not in mixed company."
She stepped back, and before he could stop her, she grasped the waistband of his trunks and yanked them down. His swollen cock popped out, its pink head breaking the surface of the water.
The blonde-haired girl dipped under the water and worked his trunks all the way off, then stood back up, dripping, with a happy smile on her face as she gently stroked Leon's dick.
"Cock's out," Vi said excitedly, nodding toward Leon.
"Oh, shit," Raymond murmured. How could he possibly compete with something like that? Benedict's whang was as thick as an axe handle. "I've heard that size isn't everything," he murmured.
Vi laughed. "You heard wrong, honey."
The pair in the pool had everyone's attention now. Robin's bikini top was floating on the water and she was balancing with one hand on Leon's shoulder while she stepped out of the bottom part. They had moved far enough into the shallow end that her delicious-looking cunt was fully out of the water.
"Hot damn!" Brian sputtered, taking his attention momentarily off his own date. "Look at that pussy!"
Leon was. The heat in his loins and the dripping slash of Robin's pussy were the only things in his mind as he stepped toward her. Need blocked his embarrassment at being seen by his daughter and by Vi, his professional colleague. Need drove him as he wrapped his arms around the young woman and grasped her butt cheeks and pulled her close until his hard cock was squeezed tight between them. Need caused him to walk her backwards to the edge of the pool until there was no more room for him to move without pressing inside her.
She locked her arms in the gutter to support herself while he held her thighs. Her body stretched out, floating on the water, with her legs forming a V. He stood in the center of the V, with his cock sticking out like a sharp prong ready to pierce Robin's young body.
He was the center of a show, with his daughter and her boyfriend watching from a few feet away while Vi and the girl's brother stared at them from across the pool.
"Are you going to do it?" the girl coaxed. "Are you going to give me my birthday wish?"
Something was all cockeyed with the world. But what could he do? "Sure, baby," he rasped, and he dipped and jabbed his pole right at her gaping hole. A sigh came from Vi's direction that matched Robin's as the big head of his pecker dimpled the split between the girl's legs, broke through the tight, clinging lips, and slid into her body. It took three quick strokes, and then he was all the way into her fuck hole. "Now that's the way to work a cunt," Vi said, cuddling close to Raymond as they watched. "Look at the way he twists that cock! God! I'll bet the tip of that prick is finding G-spots all the way to her ass-hole!"
"Geez," said Raymond. His own cock was hard and he was panting. He was used to the sight of his sister naked, and that wasn't affecting him, but the sight of her being fucked sure was! "So that's the way you do it, huh?"
Barry was grunting with each stroke into Robin's pussy. The water splashed around them. Her cunt was so slick and wet and warm that all he could think about was cumming in it.
"Oh, this is the neatest," Robin panted. "This is the greatest! Hit me a couple of more times, sweetie pie-make me cum!"
Leon gritted his teeth, holding back the cum that was already rising in his balls while he worked to fill the birthday girl's wishes. His prick slipped in and out of her as smooth as a greased piston. Each stroke brought him closer to the goal.
"Oh! Oh, yes! I'm cumming! I'm cummmming!"
Hearing Robin's experience was a thrill to all four onlookers.
"I didn't know a guy that age could fuck like that," Brian said in surprise.
Beth was in a trance as she watched Robin's body pulse through the throes of orgasm. "My dad is totally awesome."
"Yeah? Well, you might as well loosen up. There's not much you could do now that would shock him." He was pawing the crotch of her bathing suit.
"Oh, Brian! Can't you think of anything except sex?"
"Did you bring a calculus book?" he said with a grin.
She chuckled. "If I did, I'd crown you with it."
She lifted her hips and let him pull away her bikini bottom. She was hot and wet and ready, and a keen thrill ran through her as her pussy was exposed.
"Hot damn! Look at that-"
"Brian!" She spread her knees and wiggled her ass. The curls at the base of her crotch were black and shiny in the sunlight. She gyrated her hips with a slow, teasing motion, and her cunt lips spread and gave her boyfriend a teasing peek at the coral-hued flesh within.
"What do you think?" she teased him. "Am I ready?"
He pushed a finger into her moist muff, then pulled it back out. It was shiny and juicy. "You're done," he announced.
"Then eat me."
Brian pushed his head between her legs and licked her split. She moaned and rolled her hips around his face. Pushing her ass upward, she pressed her hairy bush to his nose. His tongue split her, then tapped her clit, making her squeal with delight.
Raymond's attention had turned from where the middle-aged muscle builder was fucking his silly sister in the pool to his two friends going at it on the patio. The licentious display disgusted the young man. He wasn't completely sexless-hell, he kept a schedule so that he would be sure to fuck his girlfriend, Heather, once a month-but he kept sex in its place. It was a habit-a nasty habit-that needed to be controlled if one was to make the most of one's life. And Raymond was determined to do just that.
But the feel of Violet Newton-damn, the woman was all over him!-while he watched Brian eating Beth's cunt was having its effect on him. He looked back to the pool. His sister had pulled herself out of the water and was sitting on the edge of the pool. She had no shame at all. Her feet were in the gutter and her knees spread, splaying her crotch, while the muscle guy stood between her legs and talked with her. Even hanging flaccid, the guy's dick was bigger than any he had ever seen in a shower room.
Suddenly, the truth struck Raymond. This wasn't an innocent pairing-off of couples at all-this was a setup! Brian and Beth were a pair...his sister had gone right to the big guy-there was no seduction involved at all...and that left him and the Newton broad.
He almost choked as he turned and said to her, "You're here for me, aren't you?"
"Do you mind?" she asked. Her lips had a maddening pucker.
"Why?"
Violet smiled. "Your sister told me about the way you and her swim in the nude-"
"The whole family does it, actually. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Of course not. I think it's an exciting idea. So when Robin told me about your cute little dick, I just couldn't wait to see it."
"It's not that little," he said with a pout.
"Oh, no? I hope I'm not going to be disappointed." She reached boldly between his legs and squeezed his cock through his swimming suit.
He sputtered out a protest. "Ms. Newton! Vi-"
Then, her body was pushing his down on the diving board and pressing atop it. He yelped.
Brian pulled his face away from Beth's pussy. It was flushed and smeared with juices. He stood up and tore at his swimsuit to release his straining cock.
Beth took advantage of the break to catch her breath. She shed her top, making herself naked, too. The fact that her father could see her no longer bothered her. She had fucked before at parties, although not right out in the open. But these were friends, and her father had already proven himself a swinger.
She slipped down onto the flagstone terrace and looked up as Brian released his heavy whang. "You wanna do a sixty-nine?" she asked with a pretty smile.
Raymond had given up. It was nothing but pure pleasure to have Violet Newton's body rolling all over his while their mouths kissed wetly. His cock was burgeoning in his trunks, harder than it ever had for his girlfriend. There was something about an older woman-damn! Her tongue moved in his mouth like a snake, not like a feeble worm learning its way around. A woman like this could take him around the world and back.
"Violet," he gasped, when her lips moved down to nip at his neck. "Can I take off your swimsuit?"
Vi sat up and looked around. Everyone else was naked. "Sure, honey," she said, pleased that he had finally taken the initiative. "It looks like we are overdressed."
Raymond stared at the laced opening between her breasts. "Aw, where do I start?"
"The zipper's in the back."
Raymond's finger trembled as he unzipped her suit. He had seen lots of naked girls before, but only one older woman-his mother, since the family had started swimming naked in the pool. His mother had flabby tits, fat, pasty thighs, and a pubic patch that was so thick and hairy that he doubted it even excited his father. And spectacles that she wore, even when she was naked. Violet was probably as old as his mother, but she sure didn't look it.
He sucked in his breath as he plucked at her shoulder straps and peeled the bathing suit away from her tits. They were round, springy mounds of flesh-nothing like his mother's at all.
"Kiss them," Vi encouraged, watching the rapt expression on his face.
She reached under her tits and lifted them as Raymond dipped his face toward them. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and thrills shot through her as he sucked it to hardness. He continued fingering the fleshy spike when his mouth moved to the other one. A minute later, his face was smothered between her breasts while she pushed them against his cheeks.
Vi had gotten through to the young man, and his enthusiasm was making her hotter and hotter. They all fell, if you knew how to play the bait properly. Heather needed the lessons; not him.
Raymond finally pulled his head away from Vi's tits and stared into her eyes. "Ms. Newton-I mean, Vi-" he gulped "-would you mind if I fucked you?"
She laughed gaily. "Dear boy, I wish you would. Take off your suit, let me see that cute little cock of yours."
He rose to his knees on the diving board and skinned down his trunks.
She gave a little cry of delight as his cock was exposed. "Why, that's not so little at all!" she complimented, staring at the stiff spike as it waved in the air. She gave the sculpted pole a squeeze, then started to work her own swimming suit all the way off.
Raymond just stared as the bathing suit came away. Her pussy patch was as black as his mother's, but it didn't straggle all over her creamy-looking belly. And it had a mature look, with fat, thick lips, not at all like the delicate body slits of his girlfriend and his sister. It opened slightly as she lay back on the board and dropped her legs over the side. It looked juicy and hot. Hers was kind of cunt that could latch onto a man and tear him apart.
She pulled his hand to her hole and said, "Play with it, honey. Here, let me show you how to make a woman hot."
She guided his finger around the edges of her fuck hole. "Do you see how it is, with two sets of lips?"
"I...never paid that much attention."
"Oh, but you must!" Releasing his hand, she let his finger play on its own, learning her lines. "How do you know when a woman's ready to fuck?"
He grinned, knowing the answer to that one. "When her nipples get hard."
"Goodness, Raymond! Not that soon."
"Oh, no? It always works with Heather."
She wanted to tell the young man that was the reason she was here with him-because his girlfriend was bored stiff with his cocksmanship. She had to talk with Leon about that Pumping for Pleasure idea.
"A good lover takes his time and really gets his sweetheart worked up," she explained patiently. "You have to take time with her cunt."
He grinned and pumped his finger in and out of her juicy twat. "I guess there's nothing wrong with that."
"You like doing that, don't you?" she said, stilling his hand with hers.
"Finger-fucking a pussy? Yeah."
"It's not all that big a thing for a woman. This is more exciting," she said, pulling his fingers to the top of her split. "This is a clitoris."
"You mean a clit?"
Why did men shy away from the words vagina and clitoris? And even penis. Such beautiful words...such wonderful places.
"Yes, honey, that's my clit. Treat it gently; it's very sensitive. Dip your finger inside to get some juices, then rub it. Watch my reaction-you can bring me off that way."
"I can? An orgasm?"
"Yep! The big O."
"Heather has always wanted one of those."
"I'll bet she has," Vi murmured, closing her eyes while he went to work, following her instructions.
He was awkward at first, his fingers spending more time in her cunt than on her clit. But as she started to squirm, he settled down and worked diligently to learn exactly what it took to make her shake and quiver.
"Oh, yes, honey! Oh, oh, yes!"
It was actually fun watching her tits roll as he manipulated the little flap of flesh. He couldn't wait to try in on Heather. Maybe he would fuck her early this month-he might even slip it in an extra time-if she was willing.
"Oh, dear boy! Oh, you're driving me crazy. Ohhh! Ohhhh!"
The woman was going wild and her pussy was juicing heavily. He didn't know whether to continue or stop.
"No! No! Don't stop now-eeeiiiieeeaaa!"
The woman's hips began to buck as a series of long, hard spasms shook her. Raymond kept his thumb pressed to her clit and plunged his fingers deep into her hole. He finger-fucked her that way until she was spent.
"Oh, God," Vi breathed, pushing herself up and wiping a sweaty strand of hair away from her forehead. 'Wow I'm ready. Fuck me."
Raymond was shaking as he crawled close between her legs that were draped over the edges of the board. His throbbing cock lurched ahead of him. It was big, he noticed, bigger than it had ever been before. And it ached. Now, that was what a woman could do to you!
With a shaking hand, he grabbed his prick and positioned it down between her legs. Her womanly lips were open and easy to pierce. He grunted as he shoved his fuck-pole all the way into her body. She was tight-tighter than he had expected.
"Fuck me, honey," she cooed as Raymond's lean young body pressed into her. She clutched at him and caressed his back as his strokes picked up power and speed. Her moans and sighs rose, keeping the others aware of their progress as their combined passions built, stroke by stroke.
Up and down, in and out. The diving board began to bounce as his horny prick slid smoothly through her wet folds. God, this was great...this was just what she needed...a hot, lively fuck!
Raymond's temple throbbed and he began to see red as the cum rose in his dick. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to stretch it to the very limit. And he wanted her to cum, too. He wanted to see his cock give her a big, hearty O, as his fingers had just done.
Vi had to tighten her arms and legs around the board to hold fast and keep from bouncing off. She wanted to move with him, to increase the motion of the fuck, but she couldn't. She just had to lay there and hang on and take the wonderful pounding as he dished it out. She was as helpless as if she had been tied up. And fully as excited.
"Oh, fuck me, darling," she cooed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-fuck me with that cute, big cock--show me what you've got."
"I want...." he grunted, "...to make...you cum... again."
"You can do it, honey! Oh, yes, you big-cocked stud! You can do it!"
Her praise increased his enthusiasm. He panted and drove even harder into her pussy depths, forcing her ass against the diving board.
She started to trill a high-pitched, ululating wail.
She was cumming! He knew that now, having learned to read the signs.
Raymond let out the breath that he had been holding and shoved his cock into her as it began to spout, pouring thick cream into her spasming hole. Her fuck tube squeezed rhythmically, milking his pumping cock until it overflowed and hot jism ran down to tickle her ass-hole.
Beth's face was almost smothered by a hairy groin, but her ears picked up the sound of Vi's rapture. The evidence of the other woman's pleasure thrilled her, too. They were all having a great time: her father had given Robin an orgasm, Raymond had given Vi hers; and now it was her turn. Brian was working at it, his tongue in her pussy and her cunt lips fluttering around it while she sucked on his cock. Her efforts had slowed. He was about to cum, and she knew it, but she wasn't about to give him his until he brought her off in a fire of passion.
Holding hands, Robin and Leon skirted the couple on the deck as they moved toward the food table. Leon felt completely free in his nudity now. There was something about fucking one of your daughter's best friends while she looked on that took the starched pride right out of a man. His daughter and he would be better friends for it in the future, he thought, with all the false pretenses completely stripped away.
He bent down and gave the ass of the guy that was eating his daughter out a slap as he passed by. "Go to it," he said with a chuckle. "You lucky dog!" And Brian was indeed lucky. Beth was as sexy a young woman as any he had ever seen.
He glanced over to his left and saw Vi and her young lover breaking apart on the diving board. Vi and Leon looked at each other for a moment, critically. It was the first time either had seen the other nude. Nice, he thought. Very nice. He could see by the look in her eyes that she wasn't disappointed, either. Well, now that the ice was broken, what was the sense in fighting to keep up appearances? She might just as well start sharing his private dressing room at the gym. Yes, no reason why not. He'd tell her tomorrow.
"Hungry?" Robin asked, shoving a chicken wing into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm-he chewed the meat off the bone "-good!"
Robin chuckled. "But I'll bet it's not as tasty as what Brian is eating."
Leon looked down at where the young man's mouth was slurping in his daughter's hairy slot.
"No," he said with a sigh. "It looks like he has really found her sweet spot."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Leon hadn't realized that the sound of the shower running in the dressing room could be heard in his office. But he had been keenly aware of it for the past couple of days since he had offered to share the room with Vi. Just the thought that there was nothing more than his own will power keeping him from walking right in there and catching her naked made his dick hard. It didn't help, knowing what he would find if he stepped in there. But, thanks to Robin's party, he knew exactly what to expect if he walked in there-one of the sexiest chicks, old or young, he had ever laid eyes on!
Party? That hadn't been a party-it had been an orgy! They had done everything except swap partners. All three couples had fucked themselves silly all night long and into the next day before they had to clear out because Robin and Raymond's parents were due to return home. It had pleased him to see that Beth had the same staying power as her old man. She had fucked poor Brian into a pretzel before he finally took her home. She had been as chipper as a skylark since the party. Sex was obviously good for her...as it was for her old man.
The trouble with sex was that it eventually faded.
While he listened to the sound of the shower running and imagined Vi in there soaping her sexy body down, he fished in his desk drawer for the little black book he had started.
"Hello, Naomi, are you busy?"
There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, then a throaty response. "I'm never too busy for you, lover."
"What are you wearing?"
She laughed. "Nothing sexy. Just an old, flannel nightgown."
"Do me a favor, sweetheart."
"What's that?" 'Take it off."
The surprised woman giggled. "Leon-all right, it's off."
"Are you naked."
"As a jaybird."
The sound of the shower stopped, and Leon's dick lurched. The curtain would be parting and a long leg slipping out.
"Now, go into the shower. I'm on my way over."
The exaggerated sound of a kiss thrilled his ear. And then, the voice, deep and throaty again. "I'll be waiting, lover boy."
He knew Naomi was so hungry for sex that she wouldn't mind if he just walked in and started plugging her, but he had to go through the motionsfor the sake of his own self-respect, if not for hers.
He stopped at the supermarket and picked up a bouquet of flowers.
He started to ring the doorbell, but caught himself. He pushed on the door, and it opened. He let out a sigh of relief. She had thought of everything. His ears perked to the steady sound of the shower running as he stepped into the house.
Leon closed the door behind him and immediately started undressing. Naked, he tiptoed toward the bathroom.
"Hi, Naomi," he said softly, not wanting to startle her. "It's me."
"I thought you'd never get here!" she called over the sound of the shower while she moved behind the curtain. "I'm turning into a prune!"
"I've brought you something."
She parted the curtain enough to look out. Her eyes brightened when she saw he was naked. "Oh, goody! Rowers!"
"Where do you want me to put them?"
"Oh, just put them anywhere." She chuckled and stared at his cock. "I'm more interested in that other thing you brought."
He laid the flowers aside and picked up a towel.
She pushed the curtain open and stepped out of the shower stall with a bright smile on his face. "You're pampering me," she said, taking the towel from him.
"A woman like you should be pampered," he said, leaning back against the door and watching as she dried herself off. His cock rose steadily into a magnificent hard-on.
She teased him with a twinkle in her eye. "Am I responsible for that? Or do you just have a thing about showers?"
"A little of both," he admitted with a sheepish grin.
T don't mind. I have fantasies, too. like, right now I'm picturing you as Clint Eastwood. Do you mind?"
"Do you think Eastwood has a cock as big as mine?"
She eyed his manhood, then turned him a questioning expression. "I would think his would be bigger. Don't you?"
At his shocked look, she laughed. "C'mon, Clint," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
They stopped before the bed and she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you came back," she whispered as she felt his hand wrap around and cup her ass.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away, baby."
With their bodies molded together, they took their time, leisurely sucking at each other's mouths. Their hips began to grind together, rubbing his prick between their bodies. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and dropped down with a sigh to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Leon, honey, I know you want to fuck me, but let me suck it first," she said reaching out for his hard cock as it swayed in front of him.
Leon closed the gap between them and watched while her head dropped and his cock slid into her hot, wet mouth.
"Aaaarrrghhhhh," she muttered, breathing through her nose as her tongue swirled over the ridged surface of his organ.
"Naomi, baby, you do have the heartiest appetite for pecker of any woman I've ever known. Go to it, baby! Suck my balls dry!"
Naomi's teeth crunched in his hair and her nose wiggled into the thick bush at the base of his stretched pole. Her nose wrinkled, taking in deep breaths of his manly aroma.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, bobbing her head up and down his stout pole. As she increased her speed, he began pumping his hips into her face.
He couldn't endure such intense stimulation for too long, and when his balls tightened he arched his hips forward and drove his cock deep into her mouth.
"Aaargghhh!" Naomi gasped, then gurgled with pleasure as his cock released a flood of juices into her mouth.
"Drink it!" he commanded. "Drink it down-all of it!"
The woman gulped and swallowed as fast as he poured it into her. Thick, milky cum coated her tongue and filled her cheeks. She caught up when the flow slowed, and she was licking her lips and sorry there wasn't more when he finally pulled his shriveled manhood from her mouth.
"Thank you, honey," she whispered gratefully. "That was wonderful."
Lying back on the bed, she raised and bent her knees, then spread her thighs wide for him. Leon moved to crouch between her legs and stared at her pussy.
"Do you like a hairy pussy?" she asked him curiously.
He thought for a moment, then laughed. "I don't know. I've never seen a bald one."
He laughed again at his own joke, and she joined him.
"I had it shaved once," she said, wiping the humor from her eyes, "at my sorority initiation in college."
"That sounds like fun," said Leon, with his face screwed into a strange look as he tried to picture the scene.
"It probably would have been if it hadn't been so embarrassing. God, I was afraid to go out with a guy for three months until my pussy hair grew back-afraid he would shove his hands in my panties and discover my little secret."
"Oh, so you used to have trouble keeping hands out of your panties," he teased gleefully.
"Are you kidding? In those days, I had trouble keeping my panties on."
They laughed together again, then quieted as they thought for a moment of their youth.
He reached over and ran his fingers through her rich pussy curls. A shiver shook her belly.
"I don't suppose I'd be embarrassed now."
"You wouldn't?" he said, not quite following her train of thought.
"I certainly don't have anybody trying to get their hands between my legs anymore," she said sadly. "Actually, you're the only man in my life now."
"Naomi, if you were to doll yourself up and try to get out and meet someone, you'd have guys falling all over you."
"I don't want guys falling over me," she said, reaching up to touch his chin tenderly. "I only want one."
"Naomi, I, ah-"
"Yeah, honey," she said with a grunt as she threw her leg over his head and twisted around to perch on the edge of the bed. "The fact is I'm in love with you-and probably always have been-but I'm not expecting anything to come of it. It would take a fuck every night to really keep me satisfied, but I'll settle for one or two a month. Just keep me on your list."
"Sure, babe-"
"I'll be right back."
Figuring she had gone to take a pee, Leon lay on the bed and waited for her. That was all he needed, for Naomi to be in love with him. He just wanted a sensible, adult relationship-the modern-day kind the younger folks had. He wanted to fuck her, not love her.
He shouldn't have brought her those flowers. Yes, he nodded thoughtfully, the flowers had been a mistake.
When she returned, she was carrying a pair of scissors, a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a towel.
"Aha!" he exclaimed accusingly. "A shaving kit! So there are other men in your life."
"What other men?" she asked, plopping back down on the bed in the same position she had been in before. "Those are the only remaining relics of my sorry marriage. I think it would serve my ex right if you used his razor to shave my pussy, and then you fucked the hell out of it."
"The razor?"
"No!" She tittered. "My pussy, you silly fool." The idea did have a certain appeal and his cock was already beginning to harden as he reached for the towel and positioned it under her legs as she lifted her ass.
"Are you sure you really want to do this?" he asked, leaning close as he snipped away the first curly lock of pubic hair.
She giggled, the points of the scissors tickling where they touched her belly. "I'm sure. It will be our little secret."
"I'm not looking for a commitment," he warned her.
"Couldn't you use a steady lay?" she asked, watching in fascination as she was exposed, the hair coming away as he clipped his way down her belly. "Someone who would be ready and willing, anytime you called?"
Feeling like a heel, he paused and looked up into her eyes. "Naomi, you can call me sometimes, too."
"Thanks," she said softly. "I appreciate that."
Leon turned his attention back to his task, and slowly, the thick lips of her split began to emerge as the shaggy thatch was clipped away. "I ought to leave you like this," he grunted as he stared at the unevenly trimmed stretch of newly bared flesh. "There's not much chance you'd be letting a curious gentleman get a peek at this mess."
"Leon! Don't you dare stop now!"
He chuckled. "Spread 'em wide," he said, pushing her thighs back. "Here comes the fun part."
Naomi's face flushed with excitement as she watched Leon shake the can of shaving cream. The foamy lather was cool against her skin as he sprayed it all over her dark, unevenly trimmed mound, and then down between her legs. The foam tickled as it spread over her cunt lips.
They both held their breath as Leon touched the razor to her belly, then drew it neatly across from one thigh to the other, leaving a clean-shaven, pink-fleshed swath. He wiped the razor and stroked again, a razor width lower.
Soon, his fingers were tugging on her cunt lips. He stretched them and delicately shaved from their thick edges to the insides of her legs. The manipulation of her pussy, and then the scrape of the razor over her sensitive skin, sent tingles of pleasure rolling through her. The excitement gathered deep inside her cunt.
"Be still!" he ordered as she started to squirm.
He worked for a few more minutes until the sweat was popping out on his forehead. "There," he finally said, wiping her crotch with a corner of the towel. "Finished! What do you think?"
She leaned over to inspect herself. To her eyes, she looked odd. Sexless. Devoid of hair, her cunt was nothing more than a twin-lobed bulge that spoiled the flat sweep of her lower belly. "What do you think?"
"I like it," he said, wiping his fingertip up and down her slit. Slipping a long finger between her cunt lips, he swirled it around and around inside. Then he worked the finger into the top of her slit and touched her clit, making her squirm and writhe. He grinned. "Yeah, I like it."
"You did a good job," she said. "A real work of art."
"A masterpiece."
She grinned and twisted to find something in the drawer of the nightstand. He'd said exactly what she had wanted him to say. "Here," she said, handing him a marker pen, "sign it."
"Sure," he said, excited by the kinky idea. He handed her the cap of the pen to hold while he signed his name over her pussy with a flourish. As a final touch, he added a heart below it, with the point just touching the top of her pussy lips. He finished with an arrow through the heart.
"Nice," she said, taking the pen from him. "Turn around."
She made him bend over on his hands and knees and then she wrote something on his ass cheeks. "Naomi," on one side, then, "Leon," on the other. "There!" she said. "All finished."
Leon got up from the bed and turned his back to a mirror, trying to inspect the artwork that decorated his ass. "I hope that stuff comes off."
"It's indelible."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning it'll take a long time."
"Shit!"
She chuckled. "You'd better make up a good story, lover," she said gaily, "because the next woman who sees you naked is going to want to know all about Naomi."
His frown turned to a grin, and he bounced back onto the bed and onto his knees between her legs. "You little devil! I'll think of something."
She reached for the bedside table again and came up with an atomizer that she used to spray cologne over her bald pussy. Then, she wiggled down into the bed. "Do what you want with it," she cooed pleasantly. "It's got your name on it."
Leon lowered his head and covered her cunt with his mouth.
"Ahhhh, yes!" she gurgled with pleasure. Her hips rolled as his tongue pierced her slot. He moved quickly to the supersensitive surface of her clit. "Oh, yes, yes!" Her passions rose quickly, and she began to grind and swirl her hips around his face.
"You're so good with a pussy, Leon. Ohhh! You know just what to do."
All the foreplay had left her ripe for a climax, and her hips arched up into Leon's face as the excitement crashed over her.
"Leon! Leon, baby! Yes, Leon, yes! I'm cumming, baby. You're making me cum!"
Leon tongued her pussy while she shuddered and jerked under him. His ears quickened to her cry of ecstasy, and his tongue flicked wildly, cleaning away the oily juices that seeped from her split. When she sagged, he gave the bare, perfumed split a parting kiss and slid up over her.
"You're a hot one, baby," he breathed, nuzzling her ear while her big tits supported his hairy chest. "A really hot one."
Naomi's heart was bursting with joy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed her body to his, trying to make them one mass of pulsating flesh. She hoped he could feel the heavy thump of her heart in his chest and know it was pounding for him. The head of his cock made her belly wet, and she rolled her smooth-shaven groin against it.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked breathlessly.
"You know I am, sugar," he replied tenderly, lifting his hips into the air.
Naomi reached between them and found his hard cock. Her shaking hand guided the steel-hard rod to the lips of her aching cunt. She stroked the opening, slipping his cockhead inside, then caught her breath as he pushed the meaty staff into her.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," she purred with a shudder as her muscles relaxed and she went limp under him. She had been strained too long, now she just wanted to savor the motion as his hard cock slipped smoothly back and forth between her cunt walls.
"Do you like my cunt?" she whispered.
"My cunt!" he grunted, plunging deep into her and wiggling his cockhead before withdrawing again. "It has my name on it, remember?"
She did remember. Everything. And it excited her through and through. "Oh, yes! Yes! It's yours, darling! All yours! Treat it gentle-treat it rough-don't worry, honey, it won't break-I'll keep it nice for you, always and always and always-" She babbled into incoherence until his cock swelled inside her.
He grunted and slammed his hips against hers. His big cock began to jerk deep inside her hot hole. Her own explosion of ecstasy set both their bodies rocking.
"Fuck, baby!" He gasped. "Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
His spurting cock sent thick liquid deep into her loins. His joy crested, and fell, but her thrashing continued for several moments longer.
She remained lying on the bed, splayed naked while he dressed. He forced himself to ignore her lovely body. He couldn't afford for his dick to get hard again; he had too many other things to do. He couldn't let sex control his life.
"When will I see you again?"
"I don't know, sugar."
"But I will, won't I?'
"Of course-" He turned toward her to say goodbye and saw his name scrawled blatantly over her genitals. "You'd better work on washing that off," he told her.
"Why?"
"Well...what if you should get ill or something and have to go to the hospital?"
"You mean, like always wearing clean underwear?"
"Exactly! Would you want somebody seeing that?"
"I wouldn't mind, would you?"
The question startled him. He grinned. "Hell, no. I wouldn't mind having my name on the cunts of all the pretty women in town."
"Good! Then I won't wash-at least not until I go down to the tattoo parlor and have your name written on me permanently. I'll be the envy of every woman in town."
"Naomi, don't do something like that."
"Why not?"
"Well, it's just...it's just not-oh, hell! It's not sanitary!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bills, bills, and more bills! Just when it looked like he might be able to make it, something else happened. Now it was the hot water heater. The repairman said that he had patched the ancient monstrosity for the last time. Next time, it would surely blow up. Leon pushed back in his chair and sighed.
"Leon?" There was a gentle tap on the door. "May we come in?"
Leon looked up as Vi led a demure-looking young lady into his office. Vi was in her customary leotard, but the girl was wearing shorts and a tank top that loosely covered a magnificently large set of tits. The sight made Leon's eyes light up and his spirits brighten.
"I want you to meet Marge."
"Marge?" Leon surreptitiously pushed aside some papers on his desk so that he could glance at the list he had coaxed out of Beth. Sure enough, Marge was the fourth name down. Well, he could sure use some of that right now. Looking up, he smiled at the girl. "I'm happy to meet you, Marge."
A smile came over her face, then immediately faded. Her eyes turned down toward the floor.
"Marge is kind of shy," Vi explained.
There was a worried look in Vi's eye, and Leon couldn't understand why. He could handle the shyness; they were all a little nervous around him at first. And the girl was pretty enough. It would be a pleasure fulfilling her fantasies.
He reached for her hand, but she jerked it away.
"Don't be frightened, Marge," Vi said softly. "Leon won't hurt you."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Benedict," the girl said, forcing a flicker of a smile. She held a trembling hand toward him.
He took it. It was cold and sweaty. "Come along, Marge."
The girl didn't want to give up Vi's hand. "Can you come with me, Ms. Newton?" she pleaded.
"You know I can't, honey. Don't worry, Leon is a nice man. He won't hurt you."
"Look, Marge," Leon said, "if you don't want to come with me, you don't have to. Maybe someone put your name on the list by mistake."
She straightened up resolutely and looked Leon in the eye. She had pretty brown eyes. "It was no mistake. I put my name on that list, Mr. Benedict, and I do want to...well, go with you-or... whatever."
"We're going to make love," he said, staring into her eyes. "Fuck. Is that what you want?"
She gulped. "Yes, that's what I want...to be fucked." Her last words were so low they were almost indistinguishable.
Vi faded back, and Leon led the nervous young woman into his private apartment. She looked around apprehensively, then sat in the center of the sofa with her hands in her lap and her knees pressed tightly together.
Leon dropped down casually beside her. "You're a pretty girl," he said, lifting his fingertips to gently stroke her neck.
At his touch, the girl let out a blood-curdling scream and jumped up. She rushed back into the gym area, slamming the door behind her.
It took a moment for Leon to recover from his surprise. Then he started swearing.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, tramping back into his office. "These god damn fucking dames have got to go! A gym is no place for a bunch of split-tails! This is a man's place! This place has been nothing but screwed up since they arrived! Even the water heater is overstressed because of the load they're putting on it. I'm going to call the university tomorrow and give them notice! The women have got to go!"
He was still raving five minutes later when Violet slipped into the office and eased the door shut behind her. "What did you do to that girl?" she demanded angrily.
"What did I do to her? I touched her!"
Vi started pacing the floor, wringing her hands. "I knew it wouldn't work," she muttered. "Oh, God! I should have had my head examined-"
"What wouldn't work?"
"Nothing. There's no way you could have known."
Leon crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his desk. "I think you had better explain yourself, Ms. Newton."
"Marge is afraid of men. Her first sexual experience wasn't very good."
Leon sank back into his chair and ran his hand through his short hair. "The poor girl. Why didn't you tell me?"
"And just what would you have done differently?" she asked in exasperation.
"Simply everything."
When Vi led Marge back into the office the second time, the girl was apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mr. Benedict," she said, trying to hide her tear-stained eyes.
"That's all right, honey. You've come back, that's the important thing."
"Yes, I've come back. The other girls have said such wonderful things about you, Mr. Benedict-I just know that if you could-"
"I'll try, honey. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Mr. Benedict, I do trust you. It's just that-"
"You're shy, I understand. That's why I've asked Violet to join us. Do you mind?"
"Oh, no." She smiled at Vi.
"It won't embarrass you if we do the things we are going to do in front of another woman?"
"Mr. Benedict, I could hardly be more embarrassed than I already am."
"You must promise me one thing, Marge. No matter what happens, you won't scream and run away again."
"I'll try, Mr. Benedict."
This time, when they positioned themselves on the couch, Vi sat on one side of the girl while Leon sat on the other. Vi held Marge's hand, but Leon was careful not to touch her.
"I'm not going to blindfold you or restrain you in any way," he told her in a soft, soothing voice, "but I want you to keep your eyes shut of your own free will. Don't open them until I tell you to."
"Yes, Mr. Benedict," she said, her hand tightening around Vi's as she closed her eyes.
Violet gently pulled the girl's hand away and laid it in her lap.
"Vi's going to touch you now, Marge. Don't be scared."
Leon nodded to Vi and she touched the girl's neck and caressed it with her fingertips. "Do you feel that."
"Yes...it feels nice."
Vi pulled her fingers away. Leon touched his fingers to the other side of Marge's neck and duplicated Vi's motion.
"And that?"
"That feels nice, too."
"Those were my fingers."
The girl started. "Oh!"
Before the girl had time to think, Vi reached up and ran her finger around inside her ear.
Marge giggled.
"Who's that?"
"Ms. Newton, of course."
This time Leon duplicated Vi's action while she was still doing it.
The girl gasped. "And that must be you, on the other side."
"Whose touch do you prefer?" he asked quickly.
With her eyes closed, the girl frowned, comparing the two touches. "I think Ms. Newton's finger is smaller and more delicate."
Leon immediately moved his finger and traced her lips. They parted in surprise.
"Who's this?"
Her pretty cheeks took on a flush. "That's your finger, Mr. Benedict."
"You've passed the test, Marge," he said. And she had. She was no longer flinching at his touch. "Now, Ms. Newton and I are going to show you that there is absolutely no difference between her touch and mine-and I'm going to tell you how wonderful your body is as we go along."
Vi followed Leon's lead, touching and stroking on one side of the girl's face while he did the other.
"You have lovely hair," he said as they each feathered their fingers through the soft brown locks that framed her forehead, "soft cheeks...cute little nose...lovely eyes-but, oops! What's this? A leftover tear-"
The girl smiled. "Leftover tears, Mr. Benedict? I thought tears were just tears."
Leon stole the drop away on his fingertip and licked it off. "Ah, but leftover ones are salty and tasty...stick out your tongue, Marge, just the tip of it."
She did, and Leon leaned forward and touched it with the tip of his own. Her tongue withdrew quickly, then wiggled back out, timidly. This time, it was Vi who leaned over and poked her tongue, then carefully traced the oval of the girl's mouth with her tongue tip. When Leon's turn came again, he covered the girl's mouth completely with his own and pushed his tongue inside. He and Vi alternated several times more until the girl was panting and his dick was beginning to get hard. He wondered if Vi had a wet pussy.
"Whose kisses do you like best?" he finally asked her.
"Were you both kissing me?"
"Yes," Leon and Vi answered in unison.
"Oh, my!" Her cheeks flushed. "I-I really couldn't tell the difference. Could I touch your faces?"
"Sure, honey."
They both leaned close and she raised a hand to each. When her fingers came to his mouth, Leon sucked them in.
"Any bad feelings?" Vi asked cautiously.
"Only beautiful ones," the girl said with a happy smile.
Vi nodded to Leon and he stepped back and began removing his clothes.
"I'm going to take off your top," Vi told the girl as she started to lift her shirt, baring the flesh of her belly.
"B-b-but, Ms. Newton...I'm not wearing a bra."
"That's all right, honey," Vi said sweetly, pulling the young woman's top all the way up and revealing her tits. "Men are used to seeing women topless nowadays. Oooh, look at these, Leon! Aren't they nice?"
"Very nice," said Leon, ogling the girl's marvelous young tits. They were succulent and firm, with creamy-smooth flesh and dusky-rose nipples. His cock was already starting to react when he settled back down beside the girl, naked. "Really, Mr. Benedict?"
"Really," he assured her, lifting one of her jutting tits and weighing it in his palm. "How big are they?"
"Thirty-six, double-dees."
"Shame on you!" scolded Vi. "That's too big to be going around without a bra."
"But the other girls-"
"The other girls have smaller tits. If you don't take care of them now, they'll be stretching to your navel by the time you get to be my age."
"You must listen to Ms. Newton," Leon affirmed, gently kneading the bare flesh of her firm, but yielding mound. "She knows what she's talking about."
"Yes," the girl said with a soft sigh. She reached out and touched Vi's face again, learning its contours as a blind person would. "She's a lovely woman." Her hand brushed over Vi's leotard-covered breast the same way the woman was feeling up her own mound. "Don't you think so, Mr. Benedict?"
"Yes," he said, taking a moment to smile at Vi, "she's a truly lovely woman."
Vi looked down at the woman's hand on her breast. "Would you like me to take off my gym suit, Marge?"
The girl caught her breath. "I think that would be cool. Would you mind, Mr. Benedict?"
Leon chuckled. The young girl's nipples were like stiff little nails, boring into his palms. "It would be my pleasure."
"I'll bet!" Vi said under her breath as she stood and skinned her flimsy figure-covering down to her waist. Her big tits swung freely as she bent over to step out of the garment, then she settled back down beside the girl and pulled her hand up to her breast.
Marge ran her hands over Vi's billowing mounds. "You're so soft and smooth," the girl commented, stroking Vi's flesh. She reached out her other hand toward Leon. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed as her fingers curled into the hair of his chest. "You've taken off your shirt!"
"I'm naked," he told her calmly. "Does that frighten you?"
"No...I've seen naked men before. We draw from life-undraped models-in my advanced art classes."
"Do you like looking at naked male models?" Vi asked.
"Men are strange," she said slowly, her fingers gently playing in Leon's chest curls. "Their bodies aren't pretty, are they? All sharp angles and linesnot the nice curves of a woman's body."
"That's why men like women," said Leon. "Now, put your arms around us, sweetheart, we're going to touch you some more-this time with our mouths. We're going to kiss you all over.
"All over?"
"Does that bother you?"
"No. I'm not afraid of you anymore, Mr. Benedict. Or Ms. Newton, either. Actually, the thought makes me tingle. But what you're saying seems so nasty...and dirty."
"There's nothing nasty or dirty about sex," said Leon, "even if some people think there is."
"Oh, that's true, isn't it!" The girl said excitedly. "My mother always told me I wasn't even supposed to think about sex. It was a sin! And there were some places on my body I wasn't even supposed to touch."
"Where, Marge?"
"Where you've been touching and making feel all tingly...my nipples."
"And the big no-no?" Vi prompted. "Between my legs," the girl whispered. "Your vagina?" The girl gulped. "Yes."
"Is that what you call it?" Leon asked curiously. She giggled. "First, I called it my cunny."
"And now?"
"And now, it's my pussy. I suppose you call it a cunt, don't you?"
"Sometimes. They're all just words, Marge. Cunt, cock, fuck-"
"Cunt, cock, fuck," the young woman repeated softly. "Yes, they are just words, aren't they?"
Kneading her tit in his hand, he leaned over and licked the creamy mound. "Clit is another good word," he whispered, blowing on her nipple. "Do you like what I am doing to you?"
"Yes, I do," she said with a heavy sigh. He blew on her nipple, then sucked it and gave the stiff bud a gentle nip. "In a few minutes, I'm going to do these very same things to your clit."
"Ohhh, Mr. Benedict!" The girl shuddered, and then went completely limp.
Leon knew the value of anticipation. The girl's pussy was probably already juicing. As he and Vi turned their attention to Marge's tits, Vi's arm went around his bare back and gave him a squeeze. Taking that as a sign of her approval of his progress, he turned away from Marge's tit for a moment to give Vi a smile.
"You big lug," she whispered.
And then their lips came together.
"Are you and Ms. Newton kissing?" the girl asked, her hands stroking their heads. "I don't mind, she's a very attractive woman."
"Sexy woman," Leon corrected Marge, then turned his face back to her tits.
Leon feasted on the girl's youthful splendor. He gently bit the warm, pillowy flesh; he chewed on her stiff nipples; he licked and sucked her creamy skin while Vi used her own repertoire of skills on the other side. When Marge was moaning steadily in ecstasy, Leon relinquished both tits to Vi and licked down the girl's body, stopping at her navel to poke his tongue in and out of the dimple several times. He was so close to her pussy that he could smell her arousal through her clothing, and his own excitement was so great that it was all he could do to keep from tearing off her shorts and panties and ripping into her right then and there.
He sat back up and took a deep breath. His cock rose in his lap like a huge Cyclops. Grabbing her hand, he placed it around his immensity.
Marge gasped.
He held her hand around his cock for a moment more, then allowed her to pull it away. She jerked it back like it had been touched by a hot iron. But she hadn't screamed; she hadn't run. And she had been introduced to the one-eyed monster.
He looked over at Vi who was watching every move he made. Her eyes were glowing with approval.
So far, so good.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Marge, would it embarrass you to take off your panties in front of me."
"Very much so."
He had thought that. "Stand up, honey."
Vi took the unseeing girl's hand and guided her up and into a position standing before the couch. Then Vi returned to sit beside Leon. Her arm went around him and pulled their naked bodies close together. The move looked automatic, but actually it was the result of a great deal of conscious thought. Vi was beginning to feel very comfortable around this very special man. She knew he was upping the ante now, going for the kill. How would he proceed?
"W-what do you want me to do now?" the girl asked after several moments, shifting nervously from one foot to the other while she waited.
"Oh, I thought I'd told you. I want you to take off your shorts and panties."
"M-maybe just my shorts?"
"It won't do, honey. You know that."
The girl bit her lower lip, then shook her head. "I can't do it, Mr. Benedict. I just can't."
But she had to. It was her last tie to her goodytwoshoes attitude. Still, deep inside, she was thinking that sex was nasty and dirty, and that her unclothed body was a source of shame, not pride.
"Do you like flowers?" he suddenly asked.
"Flowers are beautiful."
"Flowers are the sex organs of plants."
"Yes...I know that."
"They are beautiful to attract the bees who will pollinate them. That's nature. The lovely petals of a flower are like a woman's breasts. They attract a man, and when they are exposed, they excite him. Your lovely breasts excited me, darling-you know that, don't you?"
"Y-yes." Her chin trembled.
"You felt how much?"
"Y-yes. You were very excited."
"Think of a rosebud."
"Rosebuds are very beautiful...."
"Picture it in all its beauty...now imagine how wondrous it is as it unfolds into full bloom."
"Why, Leon!" Vi stared at him with her mouth hanging open. "That's beautiful."
"That is beautiful, Mr. Benedict," the girl said. Her hands slipped inside the elastic waistband of her gym shorts and started pushing them down. "A rosebud...."
"...unfolding. Don't rush it; make it exciting."
Had the girl's eyes not been closed, she probably would have been deeply embarrassed at the wet spot that was exposed as she slipped her shorts away. Her panties were soaked with pussy juice. They caught for a moment in her crotch as she lowered them, but when they pulled away, they slid easily down her legs.
"Oh, my! Isn't she cute," Vi couldn't help but gush as she stared at the prominent bush of dark hair at the joining of the young woman's thighs. The thicket of curls was fluffy and full, completely covering her plump little mound.
"Turn for me," said Leon.
The girl rotated slowly and he murmured his approval as he inspected her firm buttocks and her sleek thighs. She had long legs...strong calves... trim ankles.
Leon stood and took her into his arms. She shivered at first, but his warmth relaxed her and she molded herself to him, anxious for the feel of his body, and let his thick tongue slide into her mouth.
"You're beautiful," he told her, his hand moving everywhere over her body. "So beautiful that they ought to name the next rose they discover 'Marge'"
Tears came to her closed eyes as she leaned her head against his bare chest. "What's so beautiful about me?"
"Your breasts," he began, stroking her nipples, "they're so full and firm. And your skin, so smooth and white. I like you here, too," he said, slipping his hand around to run his knuckles up and down the curve of her back, and then he moved his hand down to squeeze the springy cheeks of her ass. "I like a nice ass-" he drew his hand around to her stomach "-and a flat tummy."
"Oh, Mr. Benedict...Leon," she breathed. "You make me feel so special."
"And I haven't even gotten to your best part," he said with a chuckle, slipping his hands between her legs for the first time.
A shudder passed through her body, but she didn't shrink away.
"You have a cute cunny."
She shifted her stance as his fingers worked unseen, separating her nether lips. "You're hot and wet inside...ripe-"
"I'm no longer a rosebud?"
"You're a peach, ripe and ready to be plucked... and eaten."
"You're so nice, Leon. I wish you had been...my first man."
"I am. Those dark memories are gone."
"Yes," she said softly, "they are...." She slid her hand down over his chest and belly, down to the thick base of his penis.
"Go ahead," he encouraged. "You can touch it."
Her fingers curled around the shaft. It was turgid and thick.
"You're big," she murmured. "Bigger than the model that poses for us in art class."
"I'm bigger than most men."
"Can I open my eyes now."
"Will you be scared?"
She did open her eyes, and looked up into his. "I want to see you. You're a flower, too," she said, backing away so she could look down to see what she held in her hands. "Oooh, yes! A ripe, purple plum." She rubbed her finger over the sculpted head of his prick, picking up the drop of juice from its tip and spreading it. "A juicy one."
"Taste it," he said, taking her hand and pushing her finger toward her mouth.
She cautiously sucked her juicy fingertip, then shuddered. A smile dimpled her cheeks. "Now, was that dirty."
"No."
"Nasty?"
"No-it was wonderful! Everything's wonderful. Those were all lies-dirty, filthy lies!" He grinned at her. "Kiss me." She stretched upward on her tiptoes. "No, I mean my cock."
The girl looked downward and started to retreat.
"It's okay," Vi helped, scooting up in front of Leon on her knees and pulling the girl down beside her. She grasped Leon's dick and immediately gave its tip a couple of wet mouth strokes. Then she bent the cock toward Marge. "Here, you try it."
The girl steadied the hard shaft with her trembling hand and touched her lips to the tip. The kiss was tender, and excruciating for Leon. Then her virgin lips circled his cock tip and started stroking and sucking out his juices.
"Hey!" exclaimed Vi. "Let's share the fun!"
"Sure, Ms. Newton," Marge said, breathing heavy as she gave the older woman another torn on the sex stick.
Leon had been holding back for a long time while he brought the timid girl along, but this was too much-having two woman joyfully playing his sex organ.
"Enough!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his cock away from their teasing hands. "Marge, do you know about cum?"
"Cum? You mean semen. Yes, I know all about that."
"And you know how it all works."
"Yes, a man's penis-his cock...shoots it into a woman's pussy."
"My cock is going to shoot it into your pussy."
"Yes, your cock is going to shoot cum into my pussy."
"That's fucking. That's what this is all about."
"Yes...fucking. That's what I want, Leon." Her eyes looked up at him with a pleading expression. "That's why I'm here."
"Now, I don't want you flying off the handle at the last moment, honey, so I want you to know exactly what's going to happen to you."
"I think I have a basic understanding of the sexual functions, Mr. Benedict," said the girl.
"No, I don't think you do."
"Really, Mr. Benedict! It's a simple action. A man's penis deposits the semen-the cum-"
"It does nothing of the sort! You deposit money in the bank. A cock jerks and jumps and spits and spurts. I want you to actually see that happening-I would you to see the cum shooting out, I want you to feel it, taste it!"
The girl just stared up and him, her mouth half-open.
"Here," Vi said gently. "I think this is what he wants. Take his prick like this, see, and stroke it. That duplicates what is going to be happening in your pussy."
The girl gripped his shaft and began slowly stroking her hand up and down. While she was doing that, Vi slipped her hand under the girl's bottom and up over her crotch. Marge's swollen pussy lips were warm and wet against her palm.
"What are you doing, Ms. Newton?"
"Nothing to worry about. Just keep your eyes on that prick." She slipped two fingers between the lips of the girl's cunt and began moving them in and out of her tight channel. "When he does it, it'll feel a little bit like this," she informed the girl.
"Oh! That'll be nice-but I don't think you should be doing that, Ms. Newton."
"Why?" Vi teased. "Because it's nasty and dirty?"
The girl laughed at herself. "You're right, I guess there's nothing wrong with something that feels so wonderful." She shifted her thighs to open herself up and give Vi more room to work.
Keeping her eyes glued to Leon's big rod, she slowly stroked it while Vi's hand worked in her cunt. She wondered just what was going to happen, and where. Excitement was building in her at a rapid pace as Vi's two fingers pumped in and out of her hole. She almost swooned when another finger attacked her clit and began frigging furiously.
Leon groaned and pressed forward. "Watch it, honey! I'm going to blow!"
Marge felt the cock lurch in her fist, then a thick, gooey substance was suddenly running all over her face. She watched in shock, seeing the cock recoil and let loose another blast. Her mind photographed it in slow motion, seeing the gob of creamy whiteness arc through the air and splatter between her tits. And then, something happened between her legs. Her body shuddered and her eyes rolled back in her head. The impact of whatever happened forced the breath right out of her.
"Quick! Suck it! Get that last drop before it escapes!"
Marge reacted without thought. She clamped her lips around the head of Leon's organ and caught the last weak surge of his orgasm on her tongue.
It was over as fast as it happened. She settled back on her heels. "What happened?"
"Leon messed you all up. And I think you came."
"I came," the girl said in breathless wonder. "I came."
Vi laughed at the girl's rapt expression and drew a finger across the top of her flushed breasts, wiping away some cum. She sucked the finger clean, then looked up at Leon. "Mmmmmm, good, muscle man," she said. "You do make some good cum. Here-" She wiped up another finger full and presented it to Marge "-try some."
The girl sucked on the finger, then licked her lips.
"Spread it around on your tits and tell me what it feels like," Leon instructed her.
The girl pressed her hand to her chest and spread the gooey fluid all over herself. "It's thick and slick and slippery-"
"And good tasting," Vi prompted.
"And good tasting," the girl echoed as if mesmerized.
"Did they mention that in the books?"
"No...."
"Well, that's cum. And you've seen how its going to happen. That's the way your cunt walls are going to feel inside you when I shoot my sperm in your vagina."
"When?" was her only response.
"Right now," said Vi, pressing her back on the carpet. She bent and licked the girl's tits. "I'll get you cleaned up for Leon while he gets ready to go again."
Leon watched for a moment as Vi bent over the girl and licked her tits clean. He knew Vi was thrilling herself as much as she was the girl, but what the hell? So was he. That had been a stroke of genius, giving the girl an orgasm while she watched his dick spurt. He had to hand it to the woman, she thought like him-at least where sex was concerned. The odds were that from this point on the girl would always associate sex with good feelings. And that's what this had been all about. Getting his own rocks off had been an extra reward.
With the girl lying on the floor and Vi's back stretched over her torso, his attention was sharply drawn to her lower parts and her writhing pussy. Knowing that a better view of that pretty little thing would help resurrect his cock, he dropped to the floor between her legs and pressed back her knees. With her thighs spread, he had a clear view of her pussy. The puffy, swollen lips were framed by the white hollows of her thighs. The furry thatch on her mound did not extend down between her legs, leaving the area surrounding the split bare, except for a few straggly curls, with a red, rash-like flush.
He touched the warm folds and gently separated them. Once parted, they held their position, treating him to a clear view of her glistening pink interior. Down low, he could see the dark hole that descended into her body. It was smaller than his little finger. What a miracle that it could accept a prick as big as his.
He pushed his face to her cunt and began lapping at the juicy flesh. His tongue stretched into the upper folds of her pussy and flicked at her swollen clit. Marge cried out in delight.
"Oh, he's doing it, Ms. Newton! He's doing it just like he said he would!" She wailed and her body shook. He licked and sucked, pushing her toward another wild cum.
For Marge, it was an experience like none she had ever had before. Jolts of electricity raced through her. "More," she begged, forcing her soggy pussy even tighter to his mouth. "Oh, please, do it some more."
Thrilling the girl, he worked her split until her hips bucked upward and she let out a sharp cry. Her body jerked, evidence of the spasms that shook it.
Vi smiled softly, watching the girl's face as she went into orbit and returned to earth again. Then she moved around behind the girl and propped her head up in her lap. "He's going to put it in you now. You want to see it, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she choked out, watching Leon crawl up on his knees, his cock bouncing as it advanced closer to the juncture of her legs.
"Put it in me!" she said as another shiver shook her. "Ohhh, I'm going to be fucked and I can't wait!"
Leon forced his thick shaft downward with his hand and rubbed its head over her swollen gash.
"Oh, my, it's so big!" she gasped reaching back for Vi's hands and squeezing them as his cockhead parted the entrance to her cunt and began to slide in. "Ohhhh, it's too big! It's too big-oh, God, it's stretching me...." Her eyes rolled as she laid back on Vi's lap and squeezed them shut. "Tell me, is it...is it all the way in me?"
"Almost," Vi said, watching as Leon's short strokes closed the distance to filling her. "He's in, honey-"
"All the way?"
"All the way."
The girl gasped sharply, took three short, quick breaths, then relaxed.
"That was a little one, wasn't it?"
Marge's cheeks had a happy gleam. "A nice little one."
"Well, the next one's going to be a big one," Leon grunted, pulling her legs up over his shoulders and hugging her thighs while he plugged her with rapid strokes. Her sheath was tight around his iron-hard cock. "God, you're tight, girl!"
"She ought to be," said Vi, running her finger lovingly through the girl's hair. "She's a virgin."
"Am I, Ms. Newton?" she asked, looking up between the pink-tipped mounds that hung over her face and into the woman's eyes. "Even tho-"
"Of course you are! No one has ever made real love to you before, have they?"
"No! No one has! I am a virgin!" she exclaimed gleefully.
"Were a virgin," Leon said with a sigh. He thrust his cock all the way into her just as it exploded and christened her cunt with spurts of hot love fluids.
Marge cried out as her explosion followed on the heels of his. She lurched against him, screwing her cunt around his spasming pole.
She went from one climax to another while his prick kept on pumping and pumping, chasing away the dark shadows and leaving only goodness and light.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Marge was a happy girl after Leon had finished with her. She chattered brightly as she pulled her clothes back on, her shyness and reserve completely gone. "Will we be able to do this again sometime?" she asked looking down at Leon, who was still lying on the floor.
"Mr. Benedict is in demand," Vi answered sweetly. She was stretched out on the floor opposite Leon, her head propped up on an elbow. "You'll have to get on the list."
Marge pouted. "I suppose you're right. I can't be a pig, can I?"
"There are other men, Marge."
"But nobody like Leon Benedict," the girl said with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Yes," Vi agreed, "you're right about that."
The girl left them alone, and they continued to lie there. There was admiration in Vi's eyes as she stared at Leon's sex-soiled body. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her own nudity.
"That was a marvelous thing you did," she told him. , "Do they give medals for fucking young women?" he grunted.
"They should, when it's done with such care and consideration. You're a hero in my book."
"Who's a hero?" asked Beth, suddenly coming upon them. "Oh, my, look at you two!"
Leon dropped a hand to cover his crouch. "Close your eyes, Beth! Don't look at me!"
His daughter laughed. "Don't be silly! After Robin's party?"
"I guess you're right," he said with a sigh, pulling his hand back away. She was no longer the innocent she had been, nor was he the upstanding example of moral restraint he had been. "Beth, this isn't what it appears to be."
"Oh, no? It looks to me like two naked people lying on the floor talking to each other."
"Ah, yeah, it's exactly what it appears to be."
"Your dad has just finished with Marge."
"That prissy little twerp?"
"She might not be so prissy anymore. Your dad is really a marvelous man."
"I've always thought so," Beth said, watching the glow in Vi's eyes. "But we're probably both wrong."
"Huh?" Leon's head jerked up.
Beth winked at Vi. "Why else would Mom dump him for a stuffy old accountant?"
"You're mother didn't dump me!" Leon sputtered.
"I suppose you're right," Vi told Beth. "But he has the most marvelous way of explaining about the birds and the bees."
Beth laughed. "Oh? He never bothered telling me. Will you be staying for dinner?"
"I haven't been asked."
"Stay if you want," grunted Leon. "Thanks, I will."
"The only thing I can cook is steaks," Beth warned. "How much time do you two need? A half-hour?"
Vi eyed Leon's supine figure, her gaze resting on his exhausted cock. "Make it forty minutes," she suggested.
"Right." Beth started to leave, then turned back. "Look, are you guys going to dress for dinner?"
"Beth, that's a stupid question," her father said in exasperation.
"I thought so, too," the girl said gleefully, whipping her sweater over her head. "I'm not going to be the oddball." She stepped out of her skirt and then her underwear. "Forty minutes," she reminded them, wiggling her bare rump as she headed for the door.
"Pretty girl," Vi remarked.
"Yeah," said Leon, hoping that she had not noticed the way his dick had started to inch upward as he watched his daughter disrobe. "But she's getting out of hand."
"She's just blossoming, Leon." Vi inched closer to him, closing the space between them.
"You know what she's thinking, don't you?" he asked, looking up as her face hovered over his.
"She thinks we're getting it on together."
Leon gulped, noting the faint light that twinkled in the depths of her blue eyes. "I hate for her to get the wrong impression."
"So do I." Without waiting for an invitation, Vi pressed her mouth to his and immediately thrust her tongue inside.
Leon couldn't believe it. While he had dreamed about her, she had always been cool and unreceptive toward him. And now, her naked body was squirming all over him. Why the sudden switch?
It was watching him fuck, he decided. That would turn any woman on. It was simply that, nothing more. It was taking advantage, but it would take a better man than him to resist the attraction of such a tempting woman. If she wanted it, he would give it to her!
Actually, she was seducing him, rolling atop him, grinding her pussy against his leg. His fingers accepted the invitation and explored her body while he kissed her nipples, licking and sucking them until they formed two hard spikes that thrust forth sharply from the pink, puckered areolae.
Damn, she had great tits! Even more wonderful then he had dreamed they would be. Leaning over him, she bobbed her big tits back and forth, the long, red nipples stiff, pointing down at him. His mouth bounced back and forth between the two.
"Yeah, honey!" she moaned, "Suck my titties! Make my titties hard!" Sitting up and kneeling, she lifted her tits to Leon's mouth as he pressed close.
"Fucking woman!" he groaned around the tit that was pressed into his face. Reaching around, he squeezed her ass cheeks and tried drawing her even closer.
Breathing heavy, Vi finally pushed him away and leaned over his lap. Her nose wrinkled at the just-fucked smell of his cock, and she rubbed her face into the tangle of his pubic hair. She started off licking Leon's balls, then gradually worked her way up the spike as it grew to epic proportions, licking it, kissing it, and encouraging it to hardness. Finally, her tongue was swishing over the big, glistening purple knob that capped the end of Leon's prick.
Leon gasped and lolled back while she fingered his cock and worked it with her mouth. Her lips and mouth were like a miniature pussy, encouraging the juices to flow from the tip of the stiff prong..
"Oh, yes, Vi, baby! Suck my hard cock, baby! Suck it!"
Vi's head was bobbing up and down rapidly over his prick. Her lips formed a tight seal, and the vacuum formed by her flexing cheeks coaxed out a steady flow of his tasty pre-cum juices.
He stared, watching his big, glistening prick slide in and out between her pretty lips. Her mouth looked like it was made for sucking a cock, and it felt so nice when those lips slid along his straining rod. And those big tits of hers dragged across his thigh, the sharp nipples branding him with their heat. There was no use trying to hold himself in check any longer. Over the past few days, dreams of Vi had gradually replaced his recurring memories of Geneva. He really wanted to fuck this woman.
He lifted Vi's head from his cock and she looked disappointed. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"I sure as hell do! But that's not the way I want you-not the first time. I want you all the way."
"In that case," she said, "you had better warm up the oven."
She pushed him back down on the floor and threw a leg over his chest. Leon grasped her pussy lips with his fingers and exposed the gleaming pinkness inside as she sank over his head. She pressed her pussy to his mouth and he began feasting.
Damn, she had a tasty cunt! And there was nothing girlish or delicate about the smell of it. Christ! Vi was all woman! And she had a strong, healthy appetite. He should have known that from his weeks of watching her-and he probably had known it, but fought to deny it. She was the kind of woman that could wring a man dry and still want more-a woman even he might have trouble satisfying.
He ran his tongue up and down the narrow furrow of her cunt, licking away the seepage and kissing and sucking and chewing on the tender flaps of her pussy. Her juices were thick and warm and ran on his tongue like sweet honey.
He went to work on her clit, batting it back and forth with his tongue, swirling the tip around it, and then he sucked it between his lips and tightened them around it until she was crying out in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh...Leon! Ooohhhhh! Oh, God! that feels good!...So fucking good!...Eat my pussy, honey...eat me, eat me...."
Leon kept licking and working her cunt until she was gasping and her cunt and her ass began to move in little fucking motions, grinding around his mouth. He knew she was about to cum.
He grasped her thighs and rolled over, pulling his mouth away from her pussy as he pushed her down on the carpet. Sliding between her thighs, he gripped his cock in his hand and pressed it to the lips of her pussy. He stroked it up and down between her cunt lips while her ass rose from the floor and tried to force the connection.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, Leon! Fuck me!"
Leon slid his cock into her and buried it in her creamy softness in one stroke. He immediately began sliding in and out of the tight channel.
She laughed, thrilled out of her wits by the stretching action of his fat pole. She grasped his ass cheeks and tried unsuccessfully to control his rapid pumping action. He was excited, and he wanted her to be, too.
"Oh, yeah, baby! That's good!" Leon held himself above her on stretched arms while his ass drove his cock all the way to heaven and back with a fervor that made the ticking of the clock seem slow. Each time their crotches bumped, he sent energy shooting through her that kept her tits rolling in wide circles.
The hard thrusts of his cock made Vi cry out with pleasure. Her ass bucked up off the floor, meeting his strokes and pushing them both into a frenzy that could be satisfied in only one way. Her cunt muscles wrung the life out of his prick each time their bodies banged together and penetrated her fully.
At last, Leon had found a match for his hearty passion. The sensations that raced through him and the fire that built within him were far stronger than any he had ever felt before. Vi was a better fuck than any of the coeds he had been dicking, better than Naomi...better, even, than Geneva had ever been.
Yes, Leon had finally found a woman fully capable of taking his divorced wife's place.
His cock was burning. The fire in his loins threatened to sear his body if it wasn't extinguished soon. He slammed hard into her, ramming her again and again and again while she crooned a continuous wail of pleasure.
"You got it, baby," he promised as his cock became a blur, shoving into her again and again. He gasped, breathing erratically, and his head began to spin.
While he pumped her loins, she embraced his torso and ground her tits into his sweaty chest. The hard spikes of her nipples poking into his chest hair were a new excitement that drove him right to the edge.
"Cum in me," she begged, whimpering. "I want you, Leon. I need you, honey. I need you!"
He gave one last, hard-driving stroke that buried his prick within her and started creaming. She came with him, their fire mixing in the hot cauldron of her pussy. Leon groaned as he stirred his spouting cock inside her, and she mewled like a sex-crazed kitten, squirming madly around him.
As the cascading fireworks slowly descended, his cock spurts gently doused the final flickers of excitement and left them both drenched and exhausted.
Leon had finally met his match; Vi had revived dreams that had faded years ago.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"So how did it go with you two?" Beth asked.
"How did what go?" her father asked innocently as he chewed on a mouthful of steak.
"Dad! You know what I'm talking about!"
Vi, who was sitting opposite her at the table, answered her question. "You dad's a good fuck."
"That's what the girls say. They say he has a really big cock."
"He does."
Beth sighed. "I've never had a guy with a really big cock."
"A young woman your age shouldn't have enough experience to make comparisons," her father said firmly.
"How many girls had you fucked by the time you were nineteen?" Beth asked him.
"That's not the point," he said in exasperation.
Vi smiled, enjoying the father-daughter interplay. Beth was a teaser and knew just how far she could push her father. And despite his protests, he obviously enjoyed her gentle needling. It was apparent that there was a great deal of affection between the two. She envied them that; there had not been much love in her own life.
"Isn't Brian a satisfying lover?" Vi asked conversationally.
"Oh, he's all right...."
Leon watched the two women as they chattered openly about Beth's sex life. With them all naked, he had two pairs of tits to stare at while he ate. Vi's were huge bulbs that jiggled and shook as she moved; Beth's were equally as large, but a bit more perky with dusky, dimpled tips. While he had seen his daughter naked several times now, this was the first that Leon had allowed himself a leisurely appraisal of her body. She was indeed sexy and desirable.
Leon had a healthy hard-on under the table. He now knew why the cavemen started wearing clothes. Before clothing, they were probably dicking the whole family before breakfast. Who would have the strength left to hunt mammoths and dodge dinosaurs?
"Actually, I think it's very unfair," Beth said with a pout.
"What's unfair?" Leon asked, turning his attention back to the conversation.
"All the other girls get to make love with you-and they're just doing it for a hoot. But I'm the one that really loves you, and I can't. It's not fair at all!"
Leon reached across and squeezed his daughter's hand. "Honey, you shouldn't be thinking things like that."
"Why?"
"It's just not...right."
Vi eyed him curiously. "Do you think it's a sin."
"I don't know much about sin. It's just not the thing to do."
Vi stood up and flashed her naked body. "Neither is eating dinner in the nude. Excuse me, I'll be right back."
"Vi's right," his daughter said. "We shouldn't be doing this, should we?"
He bristled at that. "Maybe Emily Post wouldn't approve, but there's nothing actually wrong with nudity. Maybe if people did it more often they'd have more concern for their bodies and a better appreciation of fitness."
"Cool, Dad! I like your thinking." Then, she grinned. "It's fun, isn't it?"
"Yes," he admitted with a sigh. "It's fun."
"Do you have a hard-on?"
"Beth!"
She reached under the table with her hand and found his cock. Her eyes lit up. "You do!" she exclaimed, watching his eyes roll as her hand slowly stroked his penis.
"Beth-"
She laughed and pulled her hand away. A clear drop of fluid decorated her fingertip. "That's quite a thing you have there," she said, her face flushed as she rubbed two fingers together, smearing the oily syrup over them before wiping it off with her napkin.
Vi reappeared and tossed a small box onto the table. "I thought I saw these lying around," she said. "Voila! The magic that makes all things possible."
Condoms!
Beth's eyes brightened. Grabbing the box, she pulled out a packet and tore it open. A soft, milky-colored ring of latex appeared. "Now what do you have to say, Dad?"
Leon glared at Vi. "There's a word for women like you."
Vi laughed. "And I'll bet in begins with 'B.."
"Bold," said Beth. "Brazen," said Vi. "Brassy-"
"Bitch!" Vi exclaimed with a gleeful clap of her hands.
"Benedict," Leon finished, then caught himself, surprised by his own outburst, as the others looked at him.
"Violet Benedict...." Vi said the words thoughtfully. "Hmmm. It does have an interesting ring to it."
"Dad...are you proposing to Vi?"
Leon almost choked. "Proposing? To Vi? Why, she wouldn't have anything to do with me."
"Don't go putting words into my mouth."
"You wouldn't...would you?"
"Give me a moment to think about it-of course, first I'd have to know all about Naomi."
"Naomi?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Who's she?"
His daughter laughed. "She's the woman who's got her name plastered all over your ass."
Leon turned red. "She's just an old friend. We get together occasionally."
"And write on each other's body," Beth said with a snicker. "God, Dad! I never knew you were such a swinger!"
"So that's where you go Wednesday mornings,"
Vi said, still deep in thought. "Do you love her?"
"She's more like a charity case. She has nobody else."
"Gee, that's thoughtful of you, Leon," she said, her bright eyes mocking him. "But it's fair enough. You get her, I get Skip."
"What about the other girls?" Beth piped in. "Dad has hardly started on the list."
Vi shrugged. "That's just part of his job. In fact, if he'd spread it around a little more, we probably could get their mothers in, too. With a few more paying customers, we could knock the socks off that new gym."
Leon stared at her. "Vi, you're not seriously considering-"
"I already have." She grinned. "And I accept."
"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Beth. "I'm going to have a swinging new mother."
Vi smiled happily and tossed Leon a pack of rubbers. "Now, fuck your daughter and let's celebrate. Do you have any champagne around here?"
Leon was too startled to react as he followed the chattering women while they found a bottle of champagne that had been left over from New Year's and moved into the bedroom. "You're going to love your daddy's cock," Vi said as she clicked her champagne glass to Beth's.
"I know," said Beth, spreading her legs and stretching back on the bed. "I'm so excited!"
Leon had given up. He was no match for the scheming women-his seductive daughter and the sexy bombshell that had decided to become his wife. No longer fighting to hold back his feelings, he let his cock stiffen into a long, hard erection as he stared at Beth and he let the desire build within his loins.
"I'll get him ready," Vi offered. She grasped his cock with her fingers, placed a condom on its tip, and rolled it down to cover him completely. "But leave some for me, honey. I get this big, beautiful thing without the raincoat."
"I don't want any babies," he warned her. "Not at my age."
She chuckled. "You'll never have to worry about that with me, hon. You'd just better be careful with that Naomi bitch."
"You're not jealous of me, are you, Vi?" Beth asked with concern.
"You? No, honey. In fact, I think I'll help him a little bit, like I did with Marge. I'm not a lesbian, but I do like to play around some. Doesn't she have a pretty pussy, Leon?" she asked, moving aside to give him a full view of his daughter's crotch.
Beth's pussy was pretty. The lips were dainty and delicate, and they were stretched open just enough to give him a peek at her pink interior. The top of the split was parted by the fleshy, swollen extension of her clit.
"Yeah, she's pretty," he admitted.
"Come on and fuck me, Daddy. I'm ready!" She reached out and caught his cock and stroked it as he climbed onto the bed. "Oh, yes! Come on and put that thing in me."
Leon positioned himself between Beth's legs, then bent over and nuzzled between her thighs. He shuddered at the first taste as he licked the tender folds of his daughter's pussy.
A tremor of excitement shook Beth. She squeezed her thighs around her father's cheeks.
Positioning herself on the bed beside them, Vi ran her fingers through the girl's hair, then moved the hand down to caress one of her tits. There was budding affection in her touch. She had watched Beth with admiration for some time, and it pleased her to think she would soon be the girl's mother.
"Ohhh, Daddy. You've got my pussy so nice and wet. I can't wait for you to fuck it."
What kind of man was he? Leon asked himself, his brain fogged with lust as he stared at the two voluptuous women: one, a woman he had agreed to marry; the other, his daughter. One was bewitching; the other, forbidden. And he had to have them both. He spread the lips of Beth's cunt open with one shaking hand and guided his prick with the other.
And then his daughter's inner softness was closing around his rod like a warm hand. It was a sensual intimacy stronger than any he had ever felt before. Even his first time with Geneva, when he had swept her cherry away with his entrance, had not been as strong. It was the excitement of the forbidden as well as the reunion of his potent flesh with the body it had engendered-like a return of a fish to its spawning ground. It was completion.
He shuddered as lust filled him and fiery sensations rose while his dick slid smoothly into his daughter's body until her damp lips were cuddled snugly around his wide base.
"Oh, Daddy!" she hissed. "I love you!"
Love. Yes, that was it. Love made everything all right. He levered forward and began stroking regularly.
"Oh, yes," Beth moaned. "You were right, Vi. He is big. He's wonderful!" She tightened her pussy muscles rhythmically, giving feeble pussy hugs to his moving cock.
"Is she tight?" Vi asked, watching enviously as Leon's cock slid in and out of his daughter's body.
"She is," he panted.
"I'll bet she's a real delight to fuck."
"She is that!" He accented the comment with a heavy groan.
Vi pushed her head between their bodies and began licking and sucking on Beth's pert tits.
Beth whimpered under the dual stimulation. She twisted and writhed from side to side as her father's cock made the smooth slide into her and his balls thumped between her legs.
"I'm ready to cum, Daddy," Beth murmured after several more strokes, fanning her fingers through Vi's hair while the other woman sucked on her hard jutting mounds. "Cum along with me."
He could do that much for her. "Sure, baby," he wheezed, thrusting more rapidly into her wet cunt channel. She gave a shout, and he let go. One, two, three strokes, each delivering a shot of creamy heat into her cunt that was held captive around the head of his dick by the tight condom. But the pumping continued, even after he began to soften, continuing to drive the sharp gasps and moans that erupted from his daughter's mouth. When the moans turned into a low, steady crooning, he sagged atop her.
He had fucked his daughter. And they had both enjoyed the hell out of it.
He couldn't remember whether he asked or Vi volunteered. But she ended up staying the night.
"Do you feel tricked by this marriage thing?" she asked, lying on his bed and watching as he approached.
He screwed up his face in thought a moment. "Yeah, now that you mention it."
"Do you mind?"
He grinned. "Naw, I don't think I'd have ever gotten around to asking if you'd left it up to me."
"That's what I figured." She chuckled and stretched her fingers out to lightly stroke the underside of his stretched penis. It had been erect ever since they shooed Beth out and closed the bedroom door. "You've really got a lot of cock," she murmured, weighing his testicles in her palm and kneading the wrinkled sac with her fingertips.
"It's going to take a lot to keep you satisfied-and now, Beth, too, I suppose."
"Not to mention your other duties."
"Not to mention my other duties," he added with a martyr's groan.
As he joined her on the bed, he immediately bent to kiss her thighs. His wet tongue was warm against her skin and brought a cry of delight from her lips. Her legs swung open and she raised her knees.
He bent and nuzzled her pubic mound, rubbing his nose into her dark thatch of pussy hair. While he mouthed her cunt, he took her legs over his shoulders and reached around to grasp and fondle her breasts. Stimulated all over at once, she threw her head back and cried out in delight. After lapping her split a few times to warm her up, he pinched her nipples and started licking her clit. He drove her quickly into the throes of one climax, and then another, before easing back and leaving her panting and flushed.
"Oh, God, Leon, you're too much. Why did that foolish woman ever leave you?"
"Because I'm broke," Leon said.
"What's money? This is what counts," she said, touching the area of his heart, "and this." Her fingers closed around his penis and stroked it.
He chuckled. "If that's all it takes to satisfy you, we'll be okay. But don't feel bad if you can't afford clothes."
"We'll become nudists!"
He laughed, thinking about their dinner. "I think we may already have."
Her fingers were thrilling him as they stroked his dick and tickled his balls. He liked having a woman who was as eager to get his hands on him as he was to get his on her. He was going to thoroughly enjoy this new relationship with Vi. He would no longer have to avoid looking at her all day long, knowing that just looking at her would provoke painful fancies. They'd be able to pop into the private dressing room and rip one off, anytime. Every time. God, it was a dream come true!
Leon opened her vagina with a finger.
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Do we need one of these?" he asked, reaching for a condom.
"No! Save those for Beth."
He liked the sound of that. She was serious about admitting his daughter to their lovemaking. It was a kinky threesome, perhaps, but who knew what went on behind the other bedroom doors in town?
With his fingers in her pussy, he leaned over and kissed her. The kiss was gentle and loving, while his fingers gently stretched and probed, making her ready for his grand entrance. When she leaned back, indicating she was ready, he slipped his thick organ into her and slid it all the way home.
She gave a little gasp and said, "I swear, I don't know how Beth's little pussy can take that big thing."
"Neither do I," he said as he began driving into the wet heat of her cunt. His lust rose, flared in his belly, and burst behind his eyeballs, leaving him panting and his heart pounding.
Vi dug her fingers into the mattress to hold her position as his hard cock pounded into her body. She was ecstatic. She loved a hard fuck. She delighted in the feel of a thick root jamming into her cunt passage while a heavy set of balls slapped against her buttocks. And she loved the heavy pants and groans that indicated his reaction to her flexing contortions. Leon was a robust lover, more than capable of driving her to the limits of her endurance. His muscled body soon had the pleasure rising in her belly, the heat intensifying in her loins.
They climaxed together, in a single blinding moment of passion while their wet, sweaty bodies slapped together and their spirits wedded into a bond stronger than marriage vows. The explosive power of their climax was deafening to their eardrums and almost bounced them off the bed at the peak of their ecstasy.
"Oh, God," she finally murmured. "The earth shook...."
"For me, too," he murmured, lulled by a soft hissing in the background.
An acrid stench began to toy at Leon's nostrils, making them twitch irritatingly-a rubbery smell...like the smell of burning electrical wiring. The hissing became louder and a mixture of steam and smoke began to seep into the room.
Leon jumped from the bed. "My God! It's the boiler!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The sun was going down, but Leon didn't notice the beauty as the colors flared briefly in the sky before fading. He stared downward as he kicked through the rubble. It was all that was left. The old building had burned so quickly that he and Vi had barely had time to get Beth out before the roof collapsed. It was nothing more than a pile of ashes and a few lumps of twisted, melted metal by the time the volunteer fire department arrived. The insurance adjuster had already been there with the bad news. He hadn't updated his coverage in thirty years; the proceeds would hardly be enough to clear away the debris, let alone build a new building.
So much for hard work. So much for dreams.
As the solitary figure turned away, a car pulled up. It was a police car, marked with the proud crest of the small town's Chief of Police.
"Leon Benedict?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Robin's father. Get in."
Leon groaned as he climbed into the back seat of the police car. It was enough, the fire. Now this. His life was in shambles. Something he had learned long ago, as a young kid in Sunday School, returned to haunt him: Be sure your sins will find you out.
"My daughter has told me about you," the police chief said, angling the rearview mirror so that he could look into Leon's face.
"Robin is...she's a nice girl," he said feebly.
"An impressionable one-but then, you know all about young women, don't you?" His voice was gruff and unfeeling.
"Yes...I have a daughter of my own."
"Humph! It looks like you're in a hell of a mess, Leon."
Yes, he was. But his concern wasn't so much for himself as it was for Beth. She would be hurt by his disgrace. Maybe Geneva would take her in and together the two would try to forget he had ever existed. And then there was Vi. That was something nice that might have happened. But, of course, it wouldn't. Not now.
The police chief didn't take him directly to jail as he had expected. Instead, he stopped the police car at a lounge across from City Hall, where it was reputed that the real political decisions of the city were made.
"Come on," he ordered, opening the back door of the patrol car to release Leon.
An early evening cast of regulars looked up from their drinks and watched them as they marched together through the busy tavern and into a back room. Several others were already there, waiting for them.
None of the men were smiling, and the cold glare of the single overhead light gave their faces harsh shadows.
A rotund, balding man noted curtly. "I'm the dean, Crystal's father."
"And I'm Heather's dad." The banker was much more athletic-looking that Leon would have expected.
A man Leon recognized as the leading local real estate developer introduced himself next. "I'm Carla's father."
Who the hell was Carla? Had things become so routine that he had lost count?
"Carla tells me that before the fire she was the next person on your schedule."
Leon groaned.
The door swung open and a thin, nervous man rushed in. "Sorry I'm late-"
"We've already made our introductions," the police chief said gruffly.
The newcomer flashed a smile, then caught himself. "My daughter, Marge, told me what you did for her-"
"I don't know how you managed to get through to that one," the police chief said, almost with admiration.
"Yes," agreed the dean, "and that one definitely needed it."
"Well, she's a changed person, now," Marge's father said, his eyes moving restlessly from face to face. "And I think we can definitely say Leon Benedict is the man who is responsible."
Leon cleared his throat. "I don't know how to begin," he said quietly. "I'm afraid I can't defend my actions, but as a father myself, I can understand how you gentlemen feel and I can only apologize-"
"Apologize? It's not your damn fault."
"Nope. The fire chief said it was definitely that boiler. It should have been replaced long ago."
Leon's head was spinning. What was this all about? "I-I didn't have the money."
The banker gave him a hard stare. "That was a poor business decision, but it can't be helped now. You're an expert in your field, but in the future, we're going to want to keep a closer eye on your business affairs."
Leon sank down into a chair. "There will be no future. I'm broke. The insurance-"
"For all practical purposes, there is no insurance," the banker said. "That's why we're here."
"We've got to get you back in business as soon as possible!"
Leon's jaw dropped and he looked around the circle of faces. The looks were friendlier, now-smiling, even.
"I don't know how you've done it," said the Chief of Police, "but you've seduced our daughters-"
"I didn't-"
"-like the Pied Piper of Hamelin," said Heather's father with a deep laugh. "Damn, I never knew what a passion for fitness my daughter had until she burst into tears when your building burned down-and even my wife-"
"Oh, yes," mumbled Leon, "Karen. She's a lovely woman-"
"So what else could we do?" the banker asked, opening a thick file folder, where the mortgage to Leon's building lay on top. "We have no other choice. We've got to get you back into business as soon as possible."
The nervous twitch that animated the face of Marge's father turned into a full-fledged smile. "None of us know how you do it, Mr. Benedict, but somehow you've gotten the women of this town twisted around your finger. You're truly an amazing man."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Leon was lighthearted and there was a spring in his step as he got out of his car and walked to the door of the motel room Beth had arranged as their temporary home. Beth was chirpy when she met him at the door. She was wearing a short kimono and melted into his arms in a kiss of greeting that was far from daughterly.
"So, how did it go, Dad?"
"It went great, honey. Just great."
"When will we be back in business?" a voice asked from behind them.
Surprised, Leon looked over Beth's shoulder to see Vi. "They're going to try to do it in three months," he said slowly, staring at her. Her charms were covered by a loosely belted robe, and it didn't look like either she or Beth had anything on under their outer covering. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"After last night? Don't tell me you believe in premarital chastity."
"Was it good?" Beth asked excitedly. "Good? Sweetie, we burned the building down."
"I...I thought you would leave."
"Why would I do that?"
"Vi, I'm broke."
"Temporarily-but I'm not." The front of her robe fell open, giving him a tempting glimpse of a partially exposed tit, large, firm-looking, with just a hint of its full pink nipple. "I hope you don't have chauvinistic objections about a woman supporting you. I'll bet that's more than that woman Naomi could do."
He smiled at her, his last fears finally relieved. "I don't mind, Violet. Did I ever mention that I loved you?"
Vi shivered and her eyes rolled. "Goodness! Listen to your father talk, Beth-"
He kissed her lips and slipped his hand inside the open front of her robe to graze her belly. His fingers dropped downward and she quivered when he found the fuzzy access to her sex and gently stroked its furled lips.
He kissed her neck and whispered, "Do you want to hear about the meeting?"
"We know about the meeting. We've been busy all day arranging it."
"I should have known," he said, spreading the petals of her sex with his finger to find her wet interior. She moaned as he began a slow massage of her clit with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, sweetheart...." She gasped and her body jerked as he brought her swiftly to a climax.
"Wow, Dad! What a neat way to say hello," his daughter exclaimed. She was sitting cross-legged on one of the two beds where she had been watching their kiss with wide eyes.
"Can't we have some privacy?" he pleaded.
"You said it would be three months," his daughter said with a giggle. The robe had spread open around her legs, leaving everything from her bellybutton on down exposed. Her fluffy muff of cunt hair left the actual lines of her sex, but not much else, to his imagination.
"This is going to take some getting used to," he said with a resigned sigh as Beth joined Vi and they began to undress him. Beth hung his shirt and trousers on a hanger in the closet while Vi removed his shoes and socks and then his shorts. His thick prick jutted out, already throbbing with life.
"I don't know what I like about you most," Vi said, running her fingers through the lightly silvered mat of hair that covered his chest. "Your muscles or your cock."
"The neat thing is," his daughter said, throwing off her robe and lying back on her bed, "is that they both come as part of the package."
Vi murmured her agreement. Discarding her own robe, she settled in the other bed.
"Which bed is mine?" asked Leon, looking from one naked woman to the other.
"Neither," answered Vi. "That's hers, this is mine. You can start in whichever one you like."
"Actually, murmured Beth, "since you're going to be his wife, Vi, I think you should get first dibs."
"I won't argue that," Vi said, watching as his eyes roamed hungrily over her naked body. The bed shook when he crawled onto it, causing her massive breasts to sway on her chest. When he took her into his arms, her body molded to his and his heavy cock pressed tightly between them. "Fuck me, honey," she whispered.
How could he do it with his daughter watching them? Oh, sure, he had fucked her girlfriend before her eyes, but this was different. This woman was going to be her mother.
Vi had no such reservations. "I want to suck your cock, honey," she purred softly, sliding down his body and reaching for his organ with her hand.
"Isn't that just the most marvelous thing?" his daughter said admiringly as Vi crouched between his legs.
Vi nodded, then lowered her mouth to the swollen head of Leon's cock.
He winced as her tongue slithered around it. "Oh, baby!" he groaned when he felt the soft inner walls of her mouth flexing around his stout staff. "Yes! Yes! Suck me, baby! Mouth fuck me!"
Vi slid one hand down to squeeze his huge balls. Meanwhile, her mouth had descended the spike and her nose was buried in the hair at its base.
"Mmmmm," she purred, her nostrils twitching at his heady scent.
Leon's hips began to wag, pumping and grinding his cock into her face. "Oh, baby! Suck it!" He gasped as his balls tightened. "Sweet, sweet Vi." He cupped his hand around the back of her head and encouraged her mouth stroke. "Suck it, baby. Suck it."
And then, with a groan, he released a huge flood of cum into her mouth.
Vi swallowed rapidly, drinking down every drop of the gushing fluid. Thick and hot, it shot right into her belly. She loved every moment of it, and thrilled to the taste, the smell, and the frantic pressure of his cock in her mouth, swelling and throbbing and spitting fire into her belly.
When she had sucked the life out of his cock, she leaned back with a sigh.
"Do you think oral sex is the answer to our incest problem?" Beth asked, staring at the pair.
"What incest problem?" her father asked, tossing her one of the condom packets the women had laid out earlier on the night table that separated the two beds. "Here, get this thing ready."
"Oh, yes!" his daughter shouted gleefully as he settled onto her bed. He stretched out his arms and she slid into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her and she immediately met his lips with hers and began sucking hungrily at his mouth. When she took a breather, he moved his mouth down to her tits.
"Oohhh, Daddy, yes," she breathed softly as he blew on her nipples.
Leon grasped his daughter's firm tit and sucked on the nipple. It quickly hardened and he moved to the other one. When he left her tits, both nipples were standing up like a pair of railroad spikes.
He admired his daughter's pussy for a moment, then lowered his mouth to it. The sweet-tasting flesh coaxed his tongue inside, and he gently stroked the slick inner walls.
"Oh, yes, Daddy! Yes! Yes!" She rolled her hips around his cunt-licking face. "Eat me, Daddy. Eat your daughter's pussy!"
She coiled her fingers in his hair and pressed his head closer to her heated opening. He wrapped his hands around the cheeks of her ass and made his tongue swirl in her depths. Her cunt muscles began to pulse and beat, and her stomach muscles tightened. When the tip of his tongue flicked at her clit, her body began to jerk. "Oh, oh, oh!"
Her climax broke, and she pushed her feet high in the air. Leon's mouth was smacking against her cunt lips, his tongue was fucking her throbbing hole, and his nose was nuzzling her clit. "Oh God, Daddy!" she shouted. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming-ooohhhhh, God!-I'm cumming!" She wailed with delight as the ecstasy rolled through her.
Leon kept working her sensitive flesh as her cries rose to a crescendo, then faded. He released his grip on her ass and gave her pussy a final lick as her body sagged to the bed.
"Was it good, baby?" he asked.
"It was marvelous, Daddy! Now fuck me!"
Leon no longer had any reservations about fucking his daughter. He let her sheathe his cock with a condom, then guided the stiff staff to her open cunt and plunged it in, driving it fully into her in a single, hard lunge.
"Aaargghhh! Yes!" She groaned and rolled her eyes. Curling her legs around him, she locked her ankles behind his ass.
Beth thrilled to the feel of her father's hard cock moving deep inside her. He was so big, he stretched her young cunt walls wider than they had ever been stretched before. She loved the feel of it, the strength of it, and the slick friction of his flesh moving against hers.
"Oh, God, Dad," she panted. "You're such a good fuck...you're the best...."
His daughter's approval thrilled Leon as much as did the feel of her hot, wet cunt canal gripping his cock as tightly as a glove. It took effort to move his cock inside her, but her sharp cries of excitement made the effort worthwhile and he pumped in and out faster and faster.
"Beth, baby, you are one hot chick, honey! One hot chick!"
The hips, moving together, became a blur. Their bellies slapped noisily. She began arching off the bed.
Leon knew she was about to cum again. This time, he desperately wanted to cum along with her. He rammed into her hard and let his mind dwell on the sensations that raced through his fully-embedded cock, from one end to the other. He felt her pussy pulse and squeeze him. He heard her gasp, and then her sharp cry as her nails grazed into his back. Her sharp, upward thrust supplied that infinitesimal amount of extra friction that completely devastated his control. His cock exploded and began gushing cum inside her.
They pumped frantically, then slowed, savoring the orgasm to its end. Finally, they collapsed together and lay in each other's arms.
"I love you, Daddy," Beth whispered, her hands running up and down his sweaty body.
"And I love you, too, sweetheart."
"You like fucking me, too, don't you?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes.
"Yes, I like fucking you."
"Even better than the other girls?"
"There's no comparison."
"Even better than Vi?"
He grinned. "You're an evil little minx."
"Enough, you two," Vi said, moving over and giving them each a slap on the ass.
"Bedtime already?" Leon asked, sitting up and stretching with a yawn.
"Hardly that. It's party time!"
"Party time?" Leon frowned and watched as his daughter got up from the bed and went over to release the latch on the door that led to the adjoining room.
The door burst open and the room was suddenly filled with naked women. Crystal, Robin, Heather, Marge-they were all there with champagne and silly little hats and bouncing tits and flashing pussies. A girl he didn't know who had the blackest hair and the biggest tits he had ever seen in his life was the last one through the door.
"We've won!" someone announced.
"Yeah!" chorused the others.
Somebody had brought a boom box, and wild music filled the room. Crystal and Robin started dancing together between the beds, shaking their tushes.
Grinning shyly, the black-haired girl thrust a glass into his hand and filled it with champagne.
"Hi, Mr. Benedict, you don't know me, but my name is-"
"Let me guess," he said, reaching up to pinch her nipple. "I'll bet your name is...Carla!"
"Why, Mr. Benedict!" She tittered and her big tits shook. "How did you know?"
Leon grinned. "Come on over here, girl, and sit on my lap and we'll talk about it."
