11 comments/ 83957 views/ 31 favorites Strathmore Club By: AugustMacGregor The beautiful blonde in the red Nissan 350Z flashed Matt a big smile, a cheery "Good morning," and a fantastic view of succulent cleavage as she leaned toward him. Every morning, it was difficult to tear his eyes off of her friendly face and bust and take the dollar bills from her hand. Difficult, yes, but the blonde was a bright spot in Matt's otherwise monotonous job. The sight of her never failed to warm him from his groin to his face. Every morning, she lit him up like stadium lights. For the millionth time, Matt fantasized about squeezing her delicious tits while drilling her. The location changed—from bed to beach to the driver's seat of her Nissan to even fucking while standing up in his cramped toll booth. Wherever they did the deed, there was always the heat of her vagina and the heavy weight of her plump melons filling his hands. In reality, though, he only said, "Hey there," smiled, and took her money. She winked. For the first time. There it was, clear as day. Matt thought, Huh? What was that? But before he could utter any words, the blonde drove away from the tollbooth. Watching the Nissan zoom away, he shuddered with excitement. Was she flirting with me? Hell, it was just a wink. She could've had something in her eye. "Hey buddy, wake up. I don't have all day." The voice cleared Matt out of his daze. Here was a guy in a navy suit sitting in a dark green Pathfinder. He had a smirk on his face as he jabbed two bucks at Matt. "Sorry," Matt muttered as he took the jerk's toll money, and added it to the bills in his hand. The guy gave an exasperated snort as if to say that now he was late for the meeting that would've clinched the company merger deal and would've skyrocketed him to a six-figure salary and the corner office. "Fuck you," Matt mumbled as the guy sped off. Matt tapped the four dollar bills on the cash register. A little white card peeked out. He freed it and saw that it was a business card with an address printed on it . "Excuse me? Sir?" Here was a middle-aged woman with a short, sensible haircut in a beige minivan. She looked half-asleep. Steam rose from a coffee mug nestled in a holder next to a radio that squawked the morning's news. "Sorry 'bout that," Matt said. He leaned out, gave her a sly wink, and took her toll money. She frowned and shook her head before driving off. Think about that all day, sweetie. Ask your co-workers what that wink meant. Matt slipped the six dollar bills into the cash register and put the business card to the side. In between drivers, he glanced at the card. "Strathmore Club. 37 Freemason Drive." Blondie must've grabbed it out of her wallet by mistake. Then he turned it over. On the back was a handwritten note: "Saturday 11 a.m. Hope you can show up. Vivian." Can't be a mistake. This and her wink? No mistake. Nope. What is this place? Country club? Is she gonna take me golfing? The mental image of him wearing ridiculous green plaid pants and a bright yellow shirt made him laugh out loud. The drivers going through his booth must've thought he was crazy. He didn't care. Another mental image flashed: Blondie on the greens of hole #1 wearing a tank top and short skit that matched the colors and patterns of his ridiculous shirt and pants. But they looked much better on her. Her tits looked huge in the clingy tank top. Her short skirt rustled in the breeze. It rose effortlessly when he bent her over and clenched her ass cheeks while plunging his raging hard-on into her hot slit. Those fantasies—and others—entertained Matt in the tedious hours until quitting time. For the millionth time, he was thankful that Blondie didn't have one of those devices on her car that automatically deducted tolls so she could zip through the special lanes. And she picked his tollbooth out of all the dorks taking money. It was laughingly easy to decide to visit Strathmore Club on Saturday. Now Blondie had a name. Vivian. And she had invited him to a what seemed to be a date. His brain whirled as to what she had in store for him. He hoped it would include a tight tank top and short skirt that rose easily. Strathmore Club The people were buck naked. Bare tits, pussies, dicks, and butts. Everywhere. Naked people sunbathed; they talked; they splashed; they bumped a volleyball; they chatted over plates of food; they sipped drinks. Only the wait staff wore clothes. They were dressed in tan shorts and white tank tops as they carried trays of drinks and munchies. Someone tells you that you're in a nudist camp, you imagine people without clothes. But your imagination can't fully compete with the reality of a crowd of nudity. Especially when the people are attractive. And in shape. With beautiful breasts. With firm asses. With gorgeous long legs ending in pubic hair perfectly trimmed in various shapes—hearts, stars, and landing strips. "Alice, you've just stepped into Wonderland." Trisha's voice seemed to come from far away. "You've died and gone to heaven." "No shit." She laughed. "And you thought the blowjob was the highlight of your day." "Still is." "Mmm. Next time, you'll rock my world with that yummy cock. Did you think I was kidding about clothing optional?" Then he heard the moans. He scanned the crowd. Nobody seemed fazed by the sounds of loud cries of pleasure. Someone—a woman—was having a hell of a lot of fun. Christ. Am I hearing things? Trisha giggled. Her fingertip touched the underside of his jaw and nudged his head. "There," she whispered. A couple was fucking in plain sight of everyone. Nobody seemed to be paying attention. They were on a bed on a stage that was covered in light blue fabric. A blonde guy was on top, the woman's legs slung over his shoulders. His hips pounded against the chick underneath him, and she cried out with every thrust. "What the fuck?" was the most intelligent thing Matt could say. Trisha's body edged closer to his, nipple touching his bicep. "Don't stare." Her whispered breath was warm against his ear. "Remember about being polite. It's cool to look over from time to time. Just don't stand there with your jaw on the ground." Matt frowned at her. "I don't get it. What is this place?" "Wonderland. Heaven. Your fantasies answered. Where no one's afraid to show off. Where sex is worshiped. Nothing is dirty here. Remember I said chicks might give you favors? And you give 'em back? Did you think I was kidding? I could've sucked you off by the pool and nobody would've stopped me. You don't have to hide. Unless you want privacy. But why hide? Sex is beautiful." "Christ." "Pretty wild, huh? Rule time again. The biggest of them all. Strathmore's rule number one." She gently squeezed his limp dick. "Hey!" He jumped. "Got your attention? Good. Rule numero uno. Never join in unless you're invited. You wouldn't want anyone crashing your party, right? If you get all hard and horny, ask a girl—politely ask a girl—if she'd like to have sex. Come up with any corny pick-up line you like. Hell, skip the corny line. Just ask a girl if she'd like to bang you. But always ask first. Always. Got it?" He looked into her eyes. "Got it." "Good. C'mon, I'll introduce you around." She tugged his elbow, and they were off. Everyone was friendly as Trisha introduced Matt to them. He tried not to openly stare at their naked bodies. They subtly checked out his package, and he tried to follow their example. Nobody had tan lines. Matt wondered how many Strathmore members passed by his tollbooth every day and he had no idea that they lounged naked in a country club and fucked in front of each other. Matt and Trisha made their way around the pool, ending up at the tiki bar. "I'm leaving you here," Trisha said. "'Cause I need to get some action. I'm still dripping from that hummer. Go have fun on your own. But not too much. Save some for Vivian. After all, she invited you here. She'll want a piece of the action." "Where is she?" She shrugged. "Who knows? But if she doesn't show up after long, I'll fuck you myself." God, what a woman. Matt kissed her on the lips. "Have fun," Trisha said and took off, giving Matt a great view of her firm ass. Jesus. I need a drink. He sat on the warm cushion of a stool at the bar. The Hawaiian-shirted bartender arrived in seconds. "I'll take a Corona," Matt said. "You seen Vivian around?" "Not today," the bartender replied as he grabbed a bottle of beer. "You new here?" "Yeah," Matt said. "Thought so. Never saw you before." The bartender peeled off the bottle's cap and set the bottle down in front of Matt. "You a member or guest?" "Guest. Vivian invited me." The bartender leaned forward and rested his elbows on the counter. "Word of advice. Don't go asking around for her. She'll find you. If I were you, I'd relax and thank my lucky stars. Have fun, but remember that you're here because of Vivian. You impress her and you might come back another day." "Thanks." "Don't mention it." He straightened and rubbed his hands on the cloth hanging from his belt. "And the beer's on Vivian's tab. So put in a good word for me." He left to serve another customer. Matt took a gulp of beer and surveyed the scene. The pool looked inviting. Then he noticed the volleyball game again. Volleyball. It was a good bet for meeting more people and having a good time. The likelihood of seeing lots of tits bouncing was extremely high. And not any restrained in a bikini top. He drained the beer, then set off to join the game. Feeling like the new kid in school, Matt asked if he could join the game. Everyone enthusiastically agreed. It was like they already knew him. Just a bunch of old friends enjoying a casual game of volleyball on a sunny afternoon. Except they were naked. There were tits and schlongs aplenty, flopping as their owners jumped for the ball. On the side opposing Matt was a babe with a great rack that made him drool. Her jugs were full and plump—larger than those of the other women. Seeing the pair of bouncing beauties caused his dick to grow hard in no time. If anyone noticed this transformation, they didn't let on. Still, playing volleyball with a stiffy out for the world to see was something he wasn't used to. During the game, Matt noticed another couple screwing on the light blue platform. They were energetically going at it doggy style. As he watched the woman rock back and forth against the guy's ramming cock, Matt noticed her brunette ponytail swaying. Trisha. Good for you, babe. You deserve it. But I'd love to be that guy right now. His attention returned to the volleyball game, particularly on the woman with the big breasts. Her head quickly swiveled to look away. Was she watching me? Checking out my boner? Bet she's noticed me checking out her jugs. After a couple of games, the teams broke up amid handshakes and high-fives. Matt introduced himself to several people who welcomed him to the club. He decided to see how far he could get with Big Jugs from the opposing team. Why not? Vivian's not here. No corny pick-up lines, remember. He approached her and extended his hand. "Hi…my name's Matt." "Julie. You must be new here." She shook his hand. "Yeah. And blown away by it all." Literally. "Could I buy you a drink?" Her head cocked to one side. "Do you really want to buy me a drink?" "Of course. We could get a couple of beers, sit down and relax and—" "Play with my tits?" Huh? Did I just hear that? "Uh…sorry?" "You want to play with my tits, don't you?" Do all the chicks here talk like this? "Well…to be perfectly honest, yeah. You've got an awesome rack, and I'd love to play with 'em." "Then why the bullshit about buying me a drink?" Julie asked. "Don't forget, I'm new here." "Yeah. I'll cut you some slack. This time." "And I love to fuck you, too," Matt added for good measure. She smiled. Didn't faze her at all. Flattery will get you everywhere. At least, I hope so. "You're certainly ready for it." She glanced at his erection. "But let's start with my tits. Then we'll go from there. C'mon. Let's find a comfy spot." Julie led him back to the pool area, stopping at a table where two guys and a woman sat. She pointed to a bottle on top of their table and asked if she could borrow it. All three nodded and one of the guys handed Julie a bottle. Suntan lotion? Julie returned to Matt's side. "There's an empty lounge chair. Perfect." They straddled the chair, facing each other. She held the bottle high and drizzled clear oil across her plump melons. The scent of coconuts hit him like a wave of tropical paradise. "All yours," she cooed. Matt's hands leapt to her tits, spreading the coconut oil around so that her sweet globes glistened in the sunlight. He cupped a heavy breast in each hand, then squeezed and massaged them. Her nipples poked between his fingers. His cock, hard as rebar, bobbed with anticipation. Is anybody staring? Ah, fuck 'em. They're jealous. They wanna get their hands on these awesome knockers. Matt shot a look to the left and right. Nobody was staring. Amazing. Here he was, fondling Julie's wondrous boobs, and people acted as if it happened every day. Maybe it did. Several minutes into her tits massage, Julie said, "Your cock keeps nodding at me. Like it's trying to tell me something." "It's kind of excited." "Lay back," she said, resting the palm of her hand on his chest and gently pushing him backward. He lay prone on the lounge chair. She slid down so that her face hovered over his dick and said, "Hmm. I think he wants a turn." She kissed the tip of his cock, then sat back. She took hold of her oil-sparkling tits, spread them apart, and leaned forward so that his cock nestled in her cleavage. She pushed her boobs against him, creating soft buns of mammaries for the hot dog of his dick. "Oh my God," he gasped. She started pumping her tits up and down. "Feel good?" "Unbelievable." It was no lie. The plump pressure of her boobs and their warm, slippery skin felt amazing. "Hold my tits," she said and he obliged. He fucked her slick, shiny breasts slowly, wanting to draw out the moment as long as possible. She held the clear bottle above her tits and drizzled more oil onto them. A puddle of oil collected around his cockhead, then sank to surround his shaft and make his patient thrusting even more slippery. Around them, the talking, laughing, and splashing were all reduced to a low buzz, something happening far off, miles away from this wildly public titty fuck. "My turn," she whispered after several minutes. She grabbed her glistening globes and pumped faster. He gripped the armrests of the lounge chair and gritted his teeth. "Oh fuck. Oh God. Don't stop. Oh don't ever fucking stop." His cock erupted with volcano force between her mountains. Each white spurt shot up, splattering against her neck and chin. Lines of cum dripped down to her collarbones and the tops of her breasts. His cock thudded with the waves of orgasm. "Holy shit," he murmured. She released his trembling cock from the clench of her tits. She didn't look the least bit bothered by taking his jizz on the chin and neck. Instead, she looked pleased—even proud—of being responsible for his cumshot. She rubbed the dollops of jism into her skin as if they were moisturizing lotion. Matt stared in disbelief. When she finished, Matt cleared his throat. "Let's switch." Julie's eyes widened. "Don't have to ask me twice." She lay down on the lounge chair, watching him with a coy expression, and massaged her tits. Matt dove between her legs, tasting her hairless pussy. "Mmm," Julie purred. At first, he was embarrassed to lick her cunt in full display of a crowded pool area. What if she doesn't come? No chick here will want me. Shut up and lick, pal. Give her everything you've got. Matt took his own advice, adding lips and fingers to the instrument of his tongue in giving Julie pleasure. Again, the sounds around him lowered to fuzzy static as he focused on the task at hand—and mouth. Sure enough, her moans gradually grew louder. Her fingers vigorously rolled her nipples. Her hips rolled faster against his jaw. Breath rushed on the hairs on his head. Her moans grew louder and louder, peaking as her body quaked. Finally, her thighs and hips slowed. Matt sat up, his chin moist with Julie's juice, and stood over her. "That was so fucking hot," she said, fully relaxed on the lounge chair, hands loosely cupping her boobs, with a wide, lazy grin. Julie was the perfect image of a satisfied woman. "Happy to serve." He smiled back. Whew. Thank God I scored that one. Hope all the chicks around the pool noticed that performance. He was genuinely happy to return the favor (a nod to Trisha's advice) and bring Julie to climax, but he couldn't escape the pressure of performing successfully in front of the people around him. Sure, they didn't stare. But Matt knew they were paying attention. After all, he was the new guy. "Let's hit the showers," Julie suggested, and she led him to a row of outside showers. There were no partitions of separate stalls. The line of showerheads were simply placed along a stucco wall. One person showered alone, naked for all the world to see. Under another shower were two women kissing each other. They were so busy kissing, they didn't notice Julie turning the faucet of the shower next to them. Matt jumped next to Julie, eager for the chance to scrub soap all over her body. And he paid close attention to the choice spots, relishing in the feel of her ripe melons and pussy again. After he finished cleaning her, Julie returned the favor, lingering on her favorite spots. As they dried off, Matt realized that hunger gnawed at his stomach. In this new playground, he had completely forgotten about eating. Well, food at least. He suggested a meal to Julie, and she agreed. A free table on the patio was easily found. Service was quick, so very soon they were munching on salads with grilled chicken strips and lots of fresh veggies. Chatting with Julie was nice. She had a great sense of humor. It all felt strangely backward, though—with the meal happening after the lovemaking instead of the usual order of a date's activities. After their lunch and during a second energy drink, a stunning blonde appeared on the walkway coming to the mansion and pool. Matt recognized Vivian's face immediately. Her body, now unburdened by clothing, was another matter altogether. From fantasy to reality. Reality was much better. After fantasizing so long, Matt couldn't take his eyes off of her. Rock-star sunglasses shielded her eyes. The lenses were brown fading into black. She had on exotic footwear—black straps were laced, crisscrossed, from her knees to her black high heels. She made her way around the pool, occasionally stopping to chat with someone. She walked like she owned the place. Matt's heart raced as she approached their table. "Hi there," she called, grinning. "Hi," Matt replied. "Hi Vivian," Julie said. "I hope you don't mind, but I took your date for a…well, a test drive." Vivian's smile vanished. She took off her sunglasses, looked Matt up and down, then asked, "So you haven't behaved yourself?" He blushed. Oh shit. Caught red-handed. "Um, not really." "You couldn't help yourself with Julie's boobs, could you?" "Um…I…was—" Julie interrupted, "It was my fault, Vivian. He didn't stand a chance." "No, no," Matt chimed in. "It was all my fault. I asked her for…uh, to play with them." Vivian raised an eyebrow. "What about Trisha? Couldn't push her away, could you? What's the matter, can't turn down a hummer?" Matt blushed more. He felt like he was on trial. "Guilty," he said, raising both open hands to show he had given up. "Hey, I was swept up by this place. Overwhelmed. I jumped right in and enjoyed myself. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you to, um, get off." Matt's heart thumped and he held his breath, anticipating the boom to fall in a big way. Bye, bye Strathmore. Bye, bye gorgeous naked chicks who fuck you at the drop of a hat. Vivian's lips slowly spread into a grin. "Well, Julie's boobs are spectacular. I've played them myself. Had a grand time. And I've felt Trisha's tongue. So I really can't blame you. Truth is, I wanted you to get your rocks off first. Otherwise, you probably would've shot your wad as soon as I touched you." All the air that was waiting in Matt's lungs rushed to escape through his mouth. Thank God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. "Do you still have any strength left?" Vivian asked, lowering her eyes to his crotch. His dick lay limp. "Yup. I saved some for you." "Very good. Julie, I'm going to have to ask you to excuse us. I have some unfinished business with this gentleman." "Of course," Julie replied. "I'll enjoy watching." She turned to Matt. "I had a wonderful time. I'd like to see more of you. And do more of you." Nobody better pinch me. He stood and kissed Julie on the lips. Not a peck, but a deep kiss of two people who have spent an intimate, sweaty time together. "You were fantastic," he said. "I'd love to do more of you, too." "Ready Romeo?" Vivian asked. "Never been readier." Matt's heartbeat quickened as he followed her to the blue platform. Now I'll be on stage. In front of everybody. Better put in a damn good performance, buddy. At the bottom of the two steps, Vivian rested a hand on Matt's butt and leaned against him. "Don't worry," she whispered into his ear. "You'll be fine. First time's weird, I know. So why don't you lie down and I'll get you ready and then I'll be on top. Okay?" Matt nodded. It sounded easy enough. Lay back, get sucked, and let this beautiful blonde ride him. In front of a crowd. Weird, yes, but he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity. He climbed the stairs to the stage. Some people turned toward him. Curious about the new guy. He lay back on the bed. Vivian leaned toward him and winked. "Finally," she whispered. "Finally, I get my toll booth stud's cock." She swallowed his whole limp member. It responded immediately. After two orgasms, he did have strength left. Thankfully, his dick didn't have stage fright. At least not inside Vivian's mouth. It grew hard and long and Vivian's mouth slowly slipped back. She lapped at his dickhead like it was a popsicle. You've gotta wow her, man. Wow her and you'll come back. Wow her and everybody else around here. Give 'em all a show. He sat up. Vivian's eyes held questions as they watched him move. They wondered why was he not acting according to plan. He slowly stood. Vivian took this change in plans in stride, as she kept sucking him. When he stood up all the way, she knelt just as Trisha had done in the classic blowjob position. Damn, she's a good performer. Now get set, man. He took a couple of deep breaths. He bent his knees. "Stand up," he whispered. When she did, eyeing him curiously, he bent to the side and clamped his hands around her waist. Another deep breath, and he lifted her, twisting her clockwise as she gasped. She ended upside down with her hair hanging down to the stage and her face between his knees. Stay with me, back. Stay with me. No sharp pains came from his lower back. Turned out that he hadn't been wasting his time with all the stretches and exercises the physical therapist had recommended. All those crunches and leg lifts and planks had worked. They had strengthened his core muscles. His abs and lower back felt strong. It helped that Vivian was pretty light. Matt lifted her more so that her vagina met his face. He bear-hugged her around her waist. Excited talk could be heard from the crowd. Strathmore Club Eat it up, people. So did he. He slurped her pussy that, with parted legs, was opened to the sky. He ate with gusto just as he had eaten Julie after she had tit-fucked him to spurting oblivion. He ate like his future at the Strathmore Club depended on it. After sampling this heaven, he most certainly wanted to return. Many times. Vivian's loud moans fueled his tongue to enthusiastically lick at the eager bud of her clitoris. Twice, he felt her mouth on his cock, giving him a couple of sucks. But they were short-lived before she went back to groaning. In seemingly no time, she was crying out. Her body shuddered, and Matt hugged tightly so he wouldn't drop her. She was louder than Julie during her orgasm, but then Julie hadn't been on stage. Relief washed through Matt for giving her a climax and not dropping her. Cautiously, he lowered her to the stage floor. A few people actually clapped. Vivian rolled to her feet and bolted upright. Faced Matt with intense dark eyes and panting mouth and flushed cheeks. "Lay the fuck down," she ordered. He didn't argue. He was thankful his back hadn't given out. Laying the fuck down sounded like a fucking good idea. Indeed, the soft bed was a welcome relief from holding her. And he was fine with letting her return to being in control. Vivian stood above him, long legs culminating in trimmed pubic hair, to a hard stomach, to the slope of her tanned tits. Seemed like she was a victorious warrior gazing down at a defeated opponent. To the victor come the spoils. Of war and sex. She crouched over him. She took hold of his cock, guided its head to her snatch, and slowly lowered herself. Her eyes closed as his erection filled her. All the way. Her ass rested on his thighs, down as far as she could go. Inside, she was incredibly wet and warm. He had her juices around his mouth, but there was plenty left. She sat on him, motionless. Matt ached to get it on as fast as possible, to pound her cunt. After all, this was the first pussy his cock had tasted all day. Not to minimize the blowjob or tit-fuck, but pussy was sorely wanted. And pussy he finally had. Still, he figured pounding her pussy would be a mistake at that point. Let her be in the driver's seat. So he stayed still and waited for her to make the next move. It wasn't what he expected. Her hips didn't budge. Instead, she ran her hands through her hair, lifting her long blonde locks then letting them fall to her shoulders. The edges of her hair glowed in the bright sunlight. Then she cupped her tits and rolled them in circles while pinching her nipples. Hey! I want to do that! He forced his hands to remain at his sides, and he enjoyed the view. Her hips gently rolled. She rocked on top of him, groaning. Eyes still closed, she seemed to be dreaming. Or maybe enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Either way, she was drop-dead gorgeous, and her pussy felt glorious. After a while, Matt started wondering about her intentions. And, due to the lack of significant friction, his erection started flagging. Is she showing off to the crowd? "Hey everyone, look at my hot bod? Look at me conquer the new guy?" I should make a move. Surprise her. Show her she's not in total control. Maybe she'll like that again. I'm no pushover. His rested his hands lightly on her smooth thighs. She gave no reaction. She remained in her trance. Slowly, faintly, Matt caressed her thighs, his hands traveling in fractions of inches toward her mound. She didn't show any indication of realizing his advance—until his thumb found her clitoris. A loud gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes popped wide open. The "on" button, baby. She burst into frenzied life. Her hips ground harder, pushing against him as if attempting to bury more cock into her. Her hands squeezed her tits faster. "Oh God oh fuck oh God oh Jesus oh fuck," she cried. Her body folded over his. Her hands hit the bed on either side of his face to stop her fall. Blonde hair cascaded all around his face. Caressed his cheeks. Her eyes, scant inches from his, narrowed into slits "I'm gonna fuck your brains out." Her voice was firm and forceful. "Bring it on." As if to emphasize his invitation, he grabbed two plump handfuls of her tits. Vivian's hips rose up so that his shaft, released from the grip of her juicy sheath, again felt fresh air. She paused, keeping his cockhead inside of her. Then her hips drove back down the length of his rod. She stared right into his eyes as her hips banged onto his lap. "Fuck!" she shouted. If anyone around the pool hadn't been watching them, surely they were after that shout. "You last forever!" Enjoy the show, boys and girls. Her hips drove against him, over and over in a strong and steady rhythm. He heaved his hips up, driving his cock deep inside her. Sweat rolled from Vivian's forehead and tits, fell on him, and mingled with his sweat. "Oh, yeah?" she taunted. "Yeah? I'm gonna pound the fuck out of that cock!" Matching his rhythm, she raised her hips, then drove down hard to take in all of his dick. "Fuck!" she yelled with the force of each thrust. "Oh, fuck!" He got lost in the panting, grunting, slapping skin, swinging tits, and glowing blonde hair. The fucking felt deliriously good. His cock slid again and again in the hot ocean of her pussy. Finally, he pulled her hips down and held them hard against his groin. Semen throbbed through his shaft and exploded into her. Waves of pleasure pulsed through him, echoing in his skull. Vivian raised up. Her hips returned to their soft roll. Gone was her expression of victory she had worn when she sat on his lap. Now she looked tired and spent and wonderfully satisfied. Somewhere, seemingly far away, there was the sound of clapping. His worry about coming back to Strathmore felt silly now. Not with pleasure written all over Vivian's face. The clapping was nice, too, but her face was a beautiful reward for all of his efforts. As his dick softened inside her snatch, she said while panting, "You're going to be popular here."