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More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 03

By: Paris Waterman



More Dutch & Rosa

Chapter 3

Dutch & Molly / Kathy & Martha

Formerly CH21

Sitting in his office, Dutch had his feet up on his desk and was alternatively reading the San Jose Mercury News and munching on a corned beef sandwich. His eyes read one of the day's headlines:

"Hewlett Packard boss, Carly Fiorina has encountered a rough road to new ground internally. Fiorina has had difficulty winning over many of HP's 93,000 employees, some of whom accuse her of destroying the company's entrepreneurial, engineering culture in favor of a top-down style that emphasizes customers."

Another San Jose Mercury News article said that in some Silicon Valley circles the most popular parlor game is predicting how long Fiorina will last as HP CEO.

'I hope not,' Dutch thought and took a sip of his soda, 'she's one of the first women to hold a top level job with a major corporation. Her failing will block that many more women from climbing the corporate ladder. From where I stand we could use feminine leadership to help clear the air from all the old school farts running this country.'

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone, which he reached for automatically. In his line of work crises were considered the norm.

"Hello, Perry," he said tersely.

"Dutch?" A female voice asked.

"Yes? Who's speaking please?"

"It's me, Molly," her tone made her sound small and defenseless.

"What's wrong, Molly?"

"Everything . . ." and she began to cry.

He swung his feet off the desk and hunched over the phone. "So start at the beginning. You went job hunting . . ." He said leading her on.

Sniffling, she tried to overcome her tears but couldn't manage to and renewed her wailing.

"Get a grip on yourself," he said sternly, trying to reach her and put a halt to her crying. But she had lost control and was hopelessly wailing away.

"Where are you, right now?"

Molly managed to tell him and he told her he'd be there in twenty minutes. Dutch cleared the rest of his afternoon with the head nurse and hurt his big toe kicking his Volvo in frustration instead of with the usual mischievous rancor he normally used.

She was waiting for him, standing by the side of her RV, which was parked in a huge mall parking lot.

Without any formality, he said, "Let's just get inside."

Wiping a tear from her eye, Molly clambered aboard and closed the door after Dutch had entered

"Now please tell me what the problem is and try to do it without soaking us both in your tears."

"O . . . okay," Molly began. "I followed the instructions . . ."

"You mean advice?""

"Yeah," she sniffled, "the advice you and Rosa gave me. I mean . . . I applied at seven places for a job. The first and third places told me to get lost, 'cause I didn't have a college degree. All the others said they weren't hiring at the moment. I filled out the paperwork and left it with them."

"That's not unusual. So what caused the tears?"

"The . . . The last place . . . he was tearing up my application before I even left the place."

"The son of a bitch!" Dutch muttered through clenched teeth. "Don't worry. Rosa and I will find you a job."

"An . . . And that's not all."

He sighed and asked, "What else?"

"My lousy husband called."

"You answered the phone?" Dutch asked and sounded exasperated.

"No, no, no. You guys said not to and I didn't. But he left a message. 'Course I was standing there listening to him."

"What did he say?"

"He said he was filing charges against me. That I was a thief and a whore, and he'd see to it that I went to jail."

"That bastard! Well you only took what was rightfully yours. Your name was on the bank and checking accounts. That makes you a joint-owner and capable of taking any monies out of those accounts that you want to. As for the second thing, that calling you a whore, well you're not. You're a kind, lady who has been fucked over by a miserable son of a bitch and if I run into him I'm going to kick his sorry ass all over the place."

Molly's eyes went wide. "You will?"

"Sure I will. He's just a shitty, low life bully without any backbone. If we meet I bet he'll take off running in the opposite direction.

No one had ever defended Molly before and she found herself growing extremely excited at the very notion a man would stand up and defend her.

"Dutch . . ."

"Yeah?"

"Would you kiss me? I mean Rosa isn't here, so I don't know if it's all right."

"She'd understand," he said and felt himself grow hard. He pulled Molly close and enjoyed the pressure of her breasts pressing against his chest as he leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened and accepted his serpentine tongue as it slithered over her teeth and gums only to engage her tongue in a flickering duel.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned into his mouth.

And Dutch sprang into action, mauling first one breast, then the other. Eyes dulled with lust, Molly pulled away from the kiss and looking into his eyes, and moaning more than speaking, murmured, "Wait!"

He dropped his hands to his sides and Molly tugged her sweater up and over her head and using that graceful movement all women seem to have at such moments, deftly reached behind her and opened the clasp of her bra and let go. Only her bra seemed to have a will of its own, catching on one breast and exposing the other. That done, Dutch eased Molly backward and onto an easy chair; knelt down in front of her and raised one leg and pulled her underwear to the side. Molly's almost hairless pussy glared back at him and he found that he couldn't resist the temptation to eat her out. [Pics available on request]

She accommodated him the best she could by sliding down enough so the "V" between her legs was just at his chin level. Dutch leaned in and started to suck on her labia. Molly moaned, and her left hand went to her right breast and caressed it. This caused the bra to slip down below her breasts.

"That's it," he said coaxing her along. He realized how hot she was already for the juices were simply oozing from her slit. He bent his head back into her hairless nest and renewed his sucking. Molly's other hand joined the first, now both were idly tracing over her breasts and it was obvious that her breasts were easily stimulated. Glancing upward, Dutch noted this and concluded that they probably could, using the right technique, bring her to orgasm without other means than playing with her tits.

Being in no great hurry, Dutch contented himself with sucking and licking her labia and gradually Molly raised her pelvis slightly and her pussy opened like a flower. Dutch took a moment to remove her pinkish underwear and to admire the fullness and ripeness of her cunt. Then his tongue darted inside and Molly shuddered for the first time.

"Ohhh!" The gasp was barely perceptible, but he heard it.

He returned to his sucking, adding a little more pressure this time.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

"Like this, baby?" He inquired, having slid his face directly under her pussy.

She didn't respond, merely moaned contentedly and continued massaging her breasts.

Dutch inserted a finger into her wet warmth, causing her moans to increase in both volume and intensity.

Each jab of his finger brought on a slightly different response. First the moaning, then a spasm like quiver, and then an arching of her back. He bent forward and sucked hard on the swollen, coral colored lips of her cunt and didn't realize that he himself was moaning with pleasure at her texture, taste and the sheer joy he was deriving from lapping at her center. He glanced up and saw her hands moving over her breasts like windshield wipers and made a mental note to devote some time to her breasts himself.

Dutch reinserted his finger, this time his palm was face up. He was trying to locate the tissue-like pad that was her "G" spot. It took him a while as she squirmed under his deft ministrations, but he remained patient, returning to giving her cunt long, languid licks and soft sucks. When he found the elusive pad, he began to lightly massage it. Molly's squirming intensified as he continued touching her there.

He gave one longer and harder suck to the top of her cunt and saw her clit pop out. Dutch started to say something about the little man in the boat coming out to play when Molly suddenly reared up, bleated like a sheep and then arched her back. This presented her cunt to his mouth in somewhat of an unexpected manner.

"Ohhh, sorry . . . gonna come all over you . . ." she cried.

"That's okay, come all you want baby," he said, not anticipating what was to come next.

And then Molly spewed forth a small gusher of fluid right into his face. Dutch's first thought was that she was pissing on him. Then he quickly rationalized that it couldn't be, she was too agitated sexually to piss, it had to be her coming. She was a squirter. . . she was squirting her bodily fluids in his face.

Opening his mouth, Dutch managed to capture the last of the gushing. Molly lay back panting. "Are you done?" He asked, hoping she wasn't.

"I . . . don't know . . ."

"Let's find out," he said; his voice had gone deep and husky. Using his hands, he spread her cunt apart and once again began to tongue her inner fissures. Molly moaned loudly and resumed massaging her breasts, this time she also began to tweak her elongated nipples after covering each breast. Dutch was into it now, moaning as loud if not louder than Molly as he pulled and sucked on first her labia and then her clit.

The combined sound was reverberating throughout the RV. He was holding his prick in his right hand, slowly squeezing it and stroking it while his remaining hand kept her cunt pried open for his questing mouth.

Molly, still rubbing her tits, began a slow slide down the chair, trying to bring her pussy tighter against his loving mouth. She was still coming and issued what was more of a whimper than grunt and initiated yet another series of spurting fluid which Dutch captured and swallowed.

"Twisting his face away for a moment, he laughed ruefully and said, "Who says men don't swallow?"

The joke was over poor Molly's head and Dutch, not knowing, or caring, blithely smashed his face back into her now frothy cunt. Only this time he held her ass in check to prevent her from falling from the chair and ruining what was to him a perfect pussy eating session. Molly seemingly content, continued to knead her breasts and groan contentedly as his tongue sent wave after wave of electrical charges into her system. Then after yet another gushing come, Dutch reached up and displaced Molly's hands with his own, and squeezed each breast in turn. Her hands dropped to his arms, not to ward him off, but to encourage him to squeeze harder, which he did.

Mouth open, eyes closed, Molly kept coming. Dutch felt the warmth of her fluids pelting his lower torso and knew he'd have to start fucking her soon or come without even penetrating her.

"Put it in . . ." Molly said pleadingly. And he did, and after carefully putting on a rubber surged full length into her with the first stroke. He left it there to savor the fantastic feelings her cunt brought to his system.

For Molly's part, his cock filled her, bringing a contentment she had never felt before. And when he began to pump his cock into her she came and didn't stop coming until several minutes after he emptied himself into her.

***

At precisely the same time Kathy was preparing to meet with Martha once again. Kathy had taken care to dress down, no sluttish style today; Kathy had resolved to play the innocent teen and wore white socks, white tennis shoes, a short plaid skirt, and a red blouse with a yellow cardigan sweater. Her hair was done in bows on each side and she looked younger this time than she had the first time.

Martha, already wet from anticipating this encounter had just placed her hand under her skirt and ran her finger along her panties feeling the wetness as it began to soak through the material. Following her rendezvous with Peggy, which had been set up by Kathy, Martha no longer felt guilty about robbing the cradle as it were. Rather, she looked forward to each session with more anticipation than the previous time. She was vastly impressed with the imagination and guile Kathy had demonstrated each time they met.

Martha spotted Kathy a block away and instantly lost control of her van. Only her long experience driving saved her from jumping the curb and crashing through a white picket fence. As she was backing away from the curb and turning the vehicle in the right direction, cursing her own stupidity, she had two thoughts simultaneously. One was that Kathy had probably seen her erratic driving and the other was to remove her hand from under her skirt.

She drew alongside the young teenager and brought the van to a halt. Her face was flushed with desire and embarrassment.

"What happened?" Kathy asked, getting into the passenger seat and closing the door quickly behind her. "Drop a cigarette in your lap?"

"No," Martha said furtively, I saw you and stopped thinking for a second."

"Oh, wow!" Kathy said, obviously pleased by the statement. She also noticed how Martha's eyes were roaming up and down her lithe body and leaned back into the seat causing her short skirt to rise up just short of her pussy.

Martha nervously licked her lips as she put the van in gear and prepared to pull away from the curb.

"You like looking at me don't you?" Kathy asked mischievously.

"Of course I do. You know that." The older woman's eyes darted from Kathy to the road and back to Kathy.

"Wanna see it?" Kathy asked with a big grin.

"See what?" Martha felt compelled to ask. Her throat had gone dry.

"My pussy of course," Kathy responded as the grin got even bigger. "Here, see?" And she flipped her short skirt up to reveal a freshly shaven cunt.

Martha's head whipped back and forth. "Someone will see!" she exclaimed.

"Someone is seeing. Does someone like what they see?" She giggled.

"Come on, act your age," Martha chided Kathy.

"I'm not fifteen, I'm eighteen, and I am acting my age."

"Damn it, Kathy . . . "Martha sputtered as the girl laughed and then tugged the skirt down to an almost respectable level.

"I'm sorry," Kathy said. "I forgot the trouble you're having with Marlene. I shouldn't tease you so."

"I was going to mention that." Martha said and made a left turn taking them to with three blocks of Martha's home. "Have you had the opportunity to talk with her yet?"

"Not quite. I started to broach her two days ago, but some other kids joined us before I could really bring the subject up. But we'll be in study hall tomorrow and, well . . . who knows?"

"So tell me, did you get excited when I showed my puss?" Kathy asked, squirming in her seat.

"Yes, you have a way of exciting me . . . almost beyond belief," Martha said quietly and glanced toward Kathy.

"I like to see you excited," Kathy said, her devastating blue eyes flickered with a combination of amusement and sexual excitement.

"I was touching myself when I saw you," she confessed to the teen. Kathy raised her leg, her cunt barely concealed from Martha's eager eyes.

"So be fair . . . touch me now," Kathy said panting with lust.

"I want to . . . more than anything," Martha confessed breathlessly.

"But?"

"Just another block and we'll have my home all to ourselves, baby, all right?" She pleaded.

"I guess," Kathy replied but her hand crept over Martha's thigh and dug into the crevice between Martha's legs.

"Ahaa!" Martha moaned and jerked the steering wheel to the right. Kathy's fingers moved back to Martha's thigh and she straightened the van, putting it back on course and pulled into her driveway and when the garage door opened into the garage. Even as the door was closing behind them Martha took Kathy into her arms and only after their lips were sealed tightly against one another's did she think to shut the engine off.

"Oh Kathy," she breathed about a minute later, "Feel how my heart is racing."

Kathy cupped the older woman's breast and felt the rapid heartbeat of her lover.

"I'm so glad to see you," Martha said and realized she was already short of breath and they had only begun.

Kathy pulled her sweater over her head and started to unbutton her blouse.

"Let's go inside. We'll be much more comfy there," Martha suggested and Kathy opened the van door on her side.

Just inside the door they kissed again. Martha's questing hand roamed inside the teen's red blouse and into her black bra until her fingers curved around the girl's left breast.

"Mmmm," Kathy moaned.

"So beautiful," Martha whispered into her ear. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."

"I like hearing that." Kathy sighed and making sure her mouth was open, pressed it against Martha's. Two tongues slowly reexamined familiar territory. Martha wasted no time in pulling Kathy's blouse from her skirt for she was anxious to get her hands on the girl's satin smooth, warm flesh. And as her hand caressed the young girls back Kathy fumbled with the zipper on her skirt then did the same to Martha's. It seemed that both skirts drifted to the floor at the same time, but perhaps that was only an illusion.

Martha kissed Kathy fully on the mouth, and then her nose, chin, cheeks, eyes and hair. Her kisses grew harder, wetter and more torrid with each passing second. Martha found herself lapping at Kathy's face with her long, pointed tongue.

Kathy near to boiling over with excitement starts to return the kisses, licking and sucking on Martha's lips, first the upper and then the lower with a burst of passion.

Martha uses her strong arms on the younger girl's shoulders to direct her downward to her breasts, which Kathy happily feasts upon, again licking, sucking and biting gently on her areola before nipping at her swollen, engorged, strawberry tipped buds as Martha murmurs her approval and closes her eyes to heighten the intensity of her pleasure...

"Ohhhhhh, Kathy . . . "

"Sweet, sweet little Kathy."

The teen's nimble fingers try stretching Martha's nipple, causing the older woman to moan.

"Yes! Yes! I can't believe you get me so hot!"

"You like this?" Kathy asks, although she needs no reassurance as to how well things are moving along.

"Ohhh. . . You're so young, so fine," Martha murmured and began touching herself; running her fingers back and forth across her silky-clad cunt.

Kathy moved her face several inches so that it was nestled between Martha's breasts and started a series of long licks up and down the valley separating Martha's tits. As much as she found herself enjoying this demonstration of the girl's affection, Martha desperately needed her elsewhere, and, placing her hands on the sides of Kathy's head, she forced the girls head lower and lower.

Kathy accepted it, perhaps she even expected it. Opening her eyes, she breathed in the sexy musk emanating from Martha's sex before she actually reached it. But with the first flick of her tongue on Martha's labia, Kathy's head was forced even closer.

Wresting her head free for a brief moment, Kathy located Martha's clit and gave it a hard suck.

"Ahhh, yes!" Martha screeched, and pulled Kathy away from her overly sensitive clit.

Both women were breathing hard, excited by the anticipation of feasting on each other. Martha began kissing Kathy's neck, throat, ear, cheek and then her nectar sweet mouth.

Kathy's hand delved its way downward and into Martha's silken lingerie and through the wisp of light pubic hair already matted with that special dampness. Up and down her fingers crept, lightly caressing Martha's vagina. This caused Martha to suck hard on Kathy's swirling tongue and that signaled Kathy it was time to stick a finger or two inside her lover; and she did so, causing Martha to sever the kiss and moan as she came for the first time.


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Kathy pushed the older woman into an easy chair, spread her legs wide and thrust several fingers into her. Martha's juices gushed around Kathy's fingers causing a squishy sound each time she withdrew them. Martha had her hand in her mouth biting down, so wonderful was the renting pleasure the fingers brought as they surged through the fissure that she knew as her cunt.

"Am I as good as Peggy?" she asked, anxious to know, for she considered Peggy a rival for Martha's affection.

"Ugh . . . Ahaa, yes!"

"Better?"

"Ahaaa, oh yeah, oh yeah . . . better . . . don't stop that . . . It's . . . . Mmmm, I'm coming!"

Kathy held Martha for a minute or so, then finished undressing and sat next to Martha. "Want to take the rest of those things off, Martha?"

"Mmmm," she sighed, clearly still in the throes of her climatic state. Kathy helped her, Martha offered no help, but didn't resist; she was putty in the youngster's hands.

Eventually Martha recovered and signaled Kathy by cupping the firm round moons of Kathy's ass and squeezing them. Kathy kissed her and said, "Ahaa, that feels good."

Martha laid a series of wet kisses along Kathy's neck and shoulders, still squeezing the full moons of her ass. "I want to kiss those cheeks of yours, they're so scrumptious!" And she moved downward and left a series of soft, sucking kisses on each cheek.

"You have a delicious bottom that I am going to kiss and kiss," she said, pulling Kathy up and bending her over the chair. Martha allowed herself a few precious seconds to admire the young girl's ass; from the light reddish marks left by traces of her lipstick, to the wrinkled light brown pucker of her asshole. She licked her lips twice. There was a wanton look upon her face; and then her neck bowed and she placed a firm kiss on Kathy's hole.

"Oh!" Kathy gasped.

"Like it?"

"It's wonderful. Are you going . . ." She never finished, for Martha's tongue was licking small circles around the puckered orifice.

"Ahaaa! That's great!" Kathy gasped and sent her hand lower in search of her pussy; when located she began to touch herself in rhythm with Martha's expert tonguing.

After moaning with delight, Kathy managed to say, "I was afraid you might not want to see me again, after tricking you and sending Peggy in my place." Kathy confessed shyly, still wriggling her butt reflexively, trying but not really trying to escape the fantastic tickling sensations her lovers mouth was bringing to her.

"Why would you think that?" Martha said; pausing only long enough to insert her index finger into the tiny opening of Kathy's backdoor.

Not waiting for a response, Martha went on. "Mmmm, I love this delicious body of yours. In fact, I l love you, I really and truly love you, Kathy."

"I . . . I love you too," Kathy replied. And wondered if it was really love, or lust. She decided it didn't matter; it was great whatever it was.

Martha renewed her kisses with a searing intensity that surprised her. She discovered she wanted to devour this girl, to spend the rest of her life making love to her like this and at the same time knew that the affair couldn't continue much longer before they were discovered by someone.

"You know, Kathy, I never stop thinking of you."

"Oh stop . . . really?"

Martha gave her ass another long suck before answering. "Yes, really I do. I find myself rushing to the bathroom and masturbating with my eyes closed tight while conjuring up your face, your lips, your pussy . . . ."

Unable to contain herself, Martha mashed her face into Kathy's ass, driving her tongue into her rectum about an inch.

"Jesus!" Kathy squealed.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" Martha asked with concern.

"No, no, not at all. It was terrific." Kathy was now masturbating faster, nearing her own climax.

"It's going to get even better, baby," Martha said and was surprised to hear the huskiness of her tone. Her fingers had discovered that Kathy's cunt was very wet indeed; and carefully avoiding Kathy's slippery fingers she abandoned her asshole and slid over to her glistening, slick, wet, pink cunt and pried it open.

"Ahaa," Kathy moaned.

Martha couldn't believe this beautiful teenager was hers, all hers, a sweet, virginal body that had never known a cock. She commenced licking Kathy's pussy in a slow, skillful way that she had not been able to do during their first times together, simply because they had both been desperate to fuck and make each other come quickly and repeatedly. But now they had plenty of time, and Martha was not to be denied her feast.

While Kathy gasped and moaned and writhed, Martha continued to suck and lick the sweet, but runny pussy directly under her nose without letting Kathy come.

Soon Kathy was begging her to let her come. "Oh god . . . oh god . . . please!" She was pinching her own nipples, rolling her hips so they churned her cunt up into Martha's magnificent mouth. "Oh god . . . oh god! I can't take that, Martha please . . . "

Martha bowing to her cries intensified her cunnilingus and was rewarded with more of Kathy's whimpered pleading.

"Yes, like that! Ahaaa, Ugh, ugh, yes! Harder please!"

Martha remembered the delectable asshole and sent a devious digit along Kathy's cleft until she felt the puckered center and drove the finger in an inch or so. Wriggled it around ignoring the bleated cries Kathy issued at this intrusion and found she could purchase another inch in the girl's anal canal before beginning to thrust it in and out as she sucked on the teen's clit.

"Naughhh!" Kathy cried out once and then she was coming. "Oh god . . . I . . . I'm going to . . ."

"Not yet you're not," Martha panted, pulling her tongue from Kathy's swollen, little clitoris; and gripping the twin moons of Kathy's fine ass, lowered her tongue to the outer labia of Kathy's pussy. Kathy found that her climax had abated somewhat. Oh, she felt wonderful, but the big thrill was missing. Martha's tongue flickered across her clit and she felt it . . . hovering out there in the distance . . . waiting.

"Please . . . get me off," she panted, "I need to come so fuckin' bad, please?" Kathy was digging her fingers into her hard, resilient young thighs and covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

That marvelous serpent of a tongue made contact with her clitoris again and Kathy bit her lip and moaned as she crushed her cunt against her lover's mouth. She realized Martha was teasing her, and she loved every second of it, but still had an overwhelming desire to come.

.

Reaching out, the young girl took her own nipples and gave them a sharp twist. That sent a lovely rush right to her cunt and triggered a mild orgasm, but still she lacked the big one.

Martha took pity on her and slid two fingers into the sopping wet crease of Kathy's now frothy cunt, and fucked her with them, at the same time she lashed the girl's swollen clitoris excitedly with her tongue.

Twenty seconds later Kathy convulsed under the hardest orgasm of her life and tore a hole in the sheet that she had gripped in her hand. Her ecstatic screams filled the entire house. Martha was required to muffle them by placing a pillow over her face being careful not to smoother her, but forcefully enough to quell the sounds of her climax so no curious neighbors might be drawn to knock on her door.

After the initial shocks, Martha slid up to hold her while she quivered and moaned, still coming even forty seconds later. Finally, the whirlwind was spent, and she blinked and smiled.

"That was something else! You do know how to make a girl come pretty hard, Martha," she gasped. "Peggy never made me come like that."

Martha smiled, and kissed her. "So you'll want to do it again?"

"You got that right," Kathy said beaming. "Now I'll do you."

"Let's have some refreshments first, "Martha said, and climbed off the bed, picked up Kathy's bra and thrust an arm through the strap -- slipped a breast into each cup and hooked the clasp.

"My bra?" Kathy asked puzzled. "Why? Why are you getting dressed?"

"I never know if someone will stop by," she replied, deliberately evading a proper answer. "Want a Coke?"

"Sure, fine. No ice though, okay?" Kathy really didn't care if Martha wanted to wear anything of hers.

"No ice? Sure." And Martha went to the kitchen and poured to glasses of coke and brought them back to the bedroom, handing one to Kathy.

Kathy had pulled on her panties and lay in what Martha assumed the girl thought a provocative pose.

"You're extremely sexy young lady."

"Thank you," Kathy smiled pleased with herself.

Martha walked across the room, opened a drawer and withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator that had a black strap attached to it.

"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Kathy?"

Kathy was embarrassed to admit that she used one. She nodded negatively, fearing Martha would somehow pry the information from her that her mother had given her one.

"Not even a hairbrush, or another toy substitute?"

"Only . . . fingers, my fingers . . . and sometimes Peggy's."

Martha sauntered back to the bed, brandishing the dildo like a sword and joined Kathy on the bed. With abroad smile on her face she held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at moist lips, then stopped.

"Here, do me will you?" she asked and gave the instrument to Kathy.

Kathy hefted the thing, realizing this was heavier than her own and longer and thicker too. Then she glanced at Martha's pussy -- her legs spread wide, her fingers holding the labia pried apart waiting for her to insert the damn thing inside her.

Kathy crawled over the bed until she was kneeling between Martha's knees, then rubbed the dildo slowly up and down her exposed slit. The older woman moaned and raised her pelvis. Kathy used the movement to prod at her sleek entrance with the knobby end of the dildo.

Kathy was enthralled as the dildo began to slip into Martha's warm pink opening. She pushed it in until meeting only a slight resistance, then extracted it and after examining it (there was a heavier layer of moisture clinging to the surface of the toy now) she pushed it back in, held it there for a moment and then began to pump it in and out as she did to herself at home.

"Ohhh . . . Good!"

"Mmmm . . . Ohhh!"

It was gliding in and out unimpeded as Martha's juices were flowing freely and had liberally coated the plastic shaft fucking her. Martha quit squeezing her own breasts and, making a fan of her fingers, she was now rotating her wrists and drumming her erect nipples with both thumbs. Her head rocked back and forth and her eyes were closed.

"Yes! Harder!" She exclaimed. "Yes! Faster!"

Kathy continued to pump the dildo in and out. Droplets of sweat rolled down her cheeks and hung from her nose for what seemed an eternity before plopping on Martha's loins. Martha's ass lurched upward to meet the slamming dildo. Her hands had abandoned her breasts and were now stroking and teasing her clitoris as her climax neared.

"Ohhh, yeah . . . Give it to me!"

Kathy responded by increasing the speed of the thrusts.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhhh, Christ that's good!" Martha bellowed as she arched her back so that only her feet and shoulders were in contact with the bed.

Kathy went faster and realized the entire dildo was now impaled in her lover, with only the very base and attached straps outside Martha's cunt.

"Mmmmmm . . . . COMING!"

"Ahaaa! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh!" Burst from Martha's throat. Her body flopped back on the bed; she rolled onto her side, tearing the dildo from Kathy's hand, leaving it totally immersed in Martha's vagina as she drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Kathy was fumbling with the slippery strap trying to gain a purchase on the instrument lodged in Martha's pussy. Thoughts of having to take her to the emergency ward raced through Kathy's head , but she managed to get a grip on the strap and pulled and with a loud popping sound the dildo slithered out and dangled at the end of the strap in Kathy's hand.

Martha's fingers were flying over her pussy, trying desperately to prolong her orgasm. Her round ass cheeks glistened with her juices as her entire body began to shake with the impact of the huge orgasm.

Inarticulate noises escaped her lips as her release poured through her system, and as the spasms began to ease, she rolled onto her back and straightened her legs.

A minute passed. Kathy sat on the bed Indian style watching Martha who laid back, exhausted, eyes closed. Gradually, Kathy began to lay a series of light kisses along Martha's neck, shoulders and chest. She toyed with Martha's breasts, drawing her tongue in circles around her aureole, watching the nipples stiffening as they grew longer.

It wasn't long before Martha was sufficiently revived and infused with a strong desire to satisfy Kathy as she had never been before.

"Peggy's done you hasn't she?"

"That doesn't count. You've done me too, for that matter. Why?" Without answering, Martha picked up the dildo and placed it in her mouth. After it was sufficiently wet from her saliva she began to strap it on. Kathy's eyes were watching her every move. She reached between her legs and touched herself. She was very wet. Both women were on their knees facing each other. They leaned forward and kissed. Martha cupped Kathy's breast.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby."

"With that thing?"

"Of course with this thing. It shouldn't hurt a bit, but if it does . . . I'll be sure to go easy, trust me, you'll love it." Having made her pitch, she took two fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

"Here. Lie over these," she said gently. Kathy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks raised high, and she began to giggle.

"This is so . . ."

Martha pried her knees apart.

". . . Cool," Kathy finished.

"Now relax, you're gonna love being fucked." Martha parted Kathy's lips with one hand as the teen watched in amazement and rubbed the dong along Kathy's now twitching pussy.

"Mmmm..." Kathy sighed, for it didn't hurt one iota, even when Martha shoved the bulbous head between her labia and perhaps a half inch into her.

To Kathy, the dildo head felt incredibly firm and oddly spongy as Martha pushed, compressing the blunt instrument between the girl's slippery pussy lips.

"How does it feel, baby?"

"So far it feels kinda nice, you know? I thought it would hurt a lot more." But the grimace on her face told Martha the girl was just being brave and perhaps a little foolhardy.

Because she dearly loved Kathy, Martha took her time easing the substitute prick in, not forcing the penetration, working carefully, slowly gaining ground, working more and more of the device into the teen's pussy. With her free hand she gripped the girl's ass and kneaded it. Kathy responded by wriggling her ass, demonstrating that she was enjoying Martha's attentions.

Suddenly the make-believe phallus slipped inside her.

"Ohhhhhh!" Kathy moaned, thinking, 'I can't believe I took that thing in me! I can't believe I'm now attached almost pussy to pussy with Martha!"

"Okay, my sweet, little baby, up we go," Martha whispered gently in the teen's ear. Taking hold of Kathy's hips, she lifted the girl up and sent the dildo deeper into her.

"I can't take any more!" Kathy yelped, fearing it would spilt her apart.

"Sure you can. Your pussy is almost made of elastic. Think about how wide it goes during childbirth. This little old thing isn't anywhere near the size of a baby's head. Besides," she added, almost cooing in her ear, "I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Now, if you want, I'll stop right now."

"If you're sure . . ."

"Its gonna feel great in a second or two. I promise baby, I mean it." Martha was already beginning a slow stroke designed to loosen Kathy's hole to better accommodate the dildo.

As promised, after several slow strokes, Kathy felt a warmish pleasurable sensation spreading upward from between her legs.

"Oh!" The girl gushed, "Oh yes!"

"Better?"

"Ummmmm." And the teen began to move her ass in concert with Martha's slow fucking.

"Yes, yes, that's it baby," Martha cooed. "You're taking it quite well," and she looked down between her legs to watch as the dildo surged into the young girl.

Growing more excited and delighted with being fucked, Kathy started to twist and writhe, causing the most unbelievable sensations within her impaled cunt. Slowly and instinctively, both women's hips begin to rotate around. Each movement causing the dildo to slide and squish around in Kathy's cunt.

Martha added to the girl's excitement by running her tongue along her neck and shoulder, drooling on the young girl. Martha mashed the dildo it full length and listened for Kathy's groan of pain. It never came.

All this time, the dildo was bringing pleasure to Martha by rubbing against her clit on every other stroke. Feeling herself on the verge of a huge orgasm, the older woman began to rock her hips fiercely up and down, causing Kathy to jerk and bob uncontrollably from the skewering she was undergoing.

"Ahaa! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Oh! I'm really fucking you my little bitch!"

"I . . . I . . . love it!" Kathy screamed realizing her orgasm was near and then bit her lip and whimpered. "Make me come! Make me come!"

"Hurt you? Did I hurt you, love?"

"No, no," the girl responded. "I'm ready . . . make me come!"

"Give it some more time, Kathy, you will." And Martha worked the shaft in another inch, watching intently as Kathy's flesh clung to dildo as it was withdrawn; and how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of Kathy's asshole pouted as if sulking at not having a cock in it as well. Then with a huge smile on her face, she thrust it in one more time.

"Oh . . . shit!! Ohhh, shit!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"Yes . . . no!"

Kathy was shaking her ass, trying to garner more of the cock inside her.

"Feels great!" She gasped and then buried her face in the pillow as Martha began to fuck her seriously, ramming the instrument in and out furiously.

"Coming! Oh Lordy, I'm gonna come!" Kathy roared, although the sound was muffled by the pillows. She was indeed experiencing new sensations as her insides churned as never before; muscles tightened; flashes of heat coursed along her spine. She clamped hard on the monstrous thing within her; thinking that perhaps she would pass out.

But Martha's hand was on her shoulder, driving the thing deeper and deeper. Not that Kathy cared. She was soaring as one climax after another roared through her.

Finally, Martha had had enough and pulled it out. Kathy whimpered at the loss.

"Oh, Martha . . . that was beautiful!" She said in between gasps.

"Good, baby. And thanks. Let's just hold each other for a while okay? Then I'll take you home."

"kay," Kathy replied and opened her arms to accept Martha.

They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms. 



More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 04



Chapter 4 

Dutch & Rosa -- Marcie & Evie -- Ann & Davy

They were in the largest room of a small San Diego art museum, a place he'd never heard of until Robert had urged him to visit one day while they were watching the Dodgers play the Padres. Of course he made sure Rosa accompanied him, dragging her away from what she considered a prospective client, a very prospective client. During the drive Dutch worried that Rosa might just lose a hefty commission because of his insisting that she accompany him. But now that they had been browsing through the galleries for thirty minutes or so he was pleasantly surprised at how much she was enjoying the pictures.

"Dutch, look at this." She said, tugging at his arm. "Do you think it's real?"

Arching his eyebrows, he smiled and said, "You're asking me?" 

But, cupping his chin in his hand he gave the painting his careful consideration. It was an abstract in greens and blues of varied shades and tones. Rosa was reading the title of the piece aloud. He gave her a smile. "You're right. That's a painting on the wall in front of you."

She made a face. "Don't be funny, Dutch. I recognize the painting, it's a Kandinsky, I was just wondering if it's an original."

He cocked his head from side to side. Finally he shook his head, "Not an original, nope, no way."

But Rosa had already approached a guard and had her answer. 

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes she studied Dutch. "It's a copy. A very good copy by another famous painter, but it's not the original. Now how did you know that?"

He shrugged, "I just felt it."

She laughed. "You're awful," she said. "Why did we come here anyway?'

"I told you, Robert recommended it. You know whatever he suggests you go for."

She laughed. "That's sexually, baby, not art."

He made a grab for her. "I'm up for anything, lady."

She swatted his hand away. An older woman across the room glanced disapprovingly at them. 

"Stop it Dutch," Rosa whispered.

"What say we find a hiding place somewhere?"

She started walking away from him. But he followed on her heels. Rosa tried to look stern, but her dusky face was coloring. "You'll get us thrown out," she said, but he could tell she wanted to laugh.

I'm glad she has a sense of humor, he thought, and leered back at her.

Rosa stopped in front of a Picasso. "I can't believe I have a real Picasso in front of me. I've never seen one before. In fact I can't recall the last time I was in an art museum." Her eyes were glistening with tears of joy. "I want to thank you for bringing me here, Dutch."

He sidled up to her, put his arm around her waist. Rosa looked up at him. "Are you going to behave?"

"Only if you want me to," he said, gazing into her dark brown eyes. She was silhouetted against a pair of French doors that opened onto a tropical garden. The light cast soft shadows across her features; and heightened the natural pout of her lips. In his mind's eye he saw them closing down on his member and he groaned softly.

"What's with you? You're acting weird today."

"I was just thinking of you sucking my...."

"Dutch!" Rosa slapped him playfully, and rolled her eyes.

"I was!" He insisted, and she glanced down and saw his bulging trousers. 

"I'm glad you didn't wear those shorts today, you'd be hanging out of them."

"Just know this, Rosa, I love you and I want you."

"Can't you wait until we get home?"

"There's no time like the present. And wasn't only a couple weeks ago that you were all over me at every opportunity? I mean, your office, the hospital, which almost got me fired."

'Dutch . . ." she said, feigning exasperation. But her lower lip was trembling with a sudden desire and he knew it. He inhaled and smelled the musky heat rising from her loins.

He reached for her. Rosa tried to duck, but he managed to get one finger in a belt loop. He hadn't intended it, but as she spun around, he found his other hand on her breast. Her face flushed crimson.

"Dutch!" She cried out in alarm. But her voice was throaty and she realized her lips had gone dry despite a fresh coating of lipstick.

"Do you want to or not? He hadn't moved his hand. "There's a bench around the corner . . ."

Her lips parted, her tongue darted out and swiped some saliva across them. Her mind was racing and her eyes began to focus on a place far away. Dutch pressed closer. He could feel the heat of her stomach through his trousers. He remembered moments like this from high school. The time in the pool house with Wanda Philips, who'd had those luscious melons.... The memory faded as he bent to kiss Rosa; brushed her forehead with his cheek.

"I have to ask you to leave." It was a huge black guard, standing a few feet away from them. 

Dutch glanced over his shoulder, deadpan. "You're not allowed to kiss your girl in here?" He was still holding Rosa close.

"It's not about that. We're closing now," the man said in a neutral voice.

"You'll have to excuse him," Rosa said. She'd extricated herself and was pulling on his arm. Her professionalism surfaced and she said, "You have some marvelous things here, we must come back when..." she paused then said, "At an earlier time of the day.'

The guard nodded. "We'll have a new exhibit in two weeks, please come then."

Before he knew it, she had levied him out into the bright sunlight. "Kinda early to be closing," he said and then looking at his watch he realized the guard was right. It was after five.

***

"Why are you laughing?" He was behind her now, but had caught a glimpse of her face in the huge mirror across from the king-size bed at the motel they had rushed to after leaving the museum. 

"I'm not laughing," Rosa said, turning her face against a pillow. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her hair gone from black to ebony with the sweat. Long strands were plastered to her forehead. She bit her lip as he moved against her, then gasped with the sudden pleasure his thick prick bestowed as it churned into the deepest part of her passage.

"I saw you," he said, but had to close his own eyes now. He clutched at her hips, as if to pull her closer, as if it would be possible to move her inside him somehow, but her flesh was slippery and his hands were starting to work in some rhythm they had concocted on their own.

"I can't believe . . ." she broke off and tossed her head against the bedclothes.

He pulled back, trying to prolong the moment, but it took only one glance downward to see her labia stretched to their limits as they bulged around his member like a salami entering it's casing for him to give up; and with a soft groan, he rejoined her; and fell to his side. Rosa groaned softly, as the unbelievable sensations his huge prick brought about returned and she urged her pelvis tighter against him -- seeking to keep herself glued to him -- trying to keep their rhythms intact. She arched upward, rocked slightly, managed somehow to work him onto his back.

He opened his eyes again as she began to rise and fall above him, saw her face upturned, her hair tumbling free, her lovely neck arched; and his cock sluicing in and out of her crevice with each of her facile movements.

"Can't believe what?" he managed, after what seemed an eternity had elapsed. He felt giddy, slightly delirious, nothing in his mind but sensation. Slipperiness. A wet silk glove clasping him, unclasping him.

"That you had . . . this all planned," she spoke in bursts, her hands digging into the flesh of his chest for punctuation.

"It was . . . a spur of the moment thing," he rasped.

"Oh yes," she said after a moment or two. But she wasn't talking about plans of any kind.

"Yeah!" he answered with a groan of his own as he listened to her bright cries of pleasure spiraling toward him as he emptied his seed into her, until they both collapsed onto the soaking wet sheets, panting, both of them gasping for air.

***

He could smell the shampoo in her hair, the sweat, the hint of sex as she finally pulled away.

"Happy?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. I just think of you and Kathy, all the wonderful things we have going for us."

She scooted up to kiss him, but he twisted, feeling her sliding, still warm and damp against his hip. He tried to keep her there, but she ducked out of his arms and hurried to the bathroom.

"There are very few things that will keep me away from that wonderful prick of yours," she said laughing. He looked confused for a second, so she added, "A girl's gotta pee sometime," and gave his limp member a sloppy kiss and scurried away the bathroom.

"Take one for me while you're in there," he called out after her, laughing happily.

A minute or two later she called to him from the bathroom. "Come on, let's take a shower and go home.

***

Meanwhile, in Marilyn's San Francisco brownstone, 19 year old Marcie slipped her hand from the almost one year younger Evie's panties and gazed down at her dripping fingers. She had been leisurely fingering Evie for the longest time and the bedroom fairly reeked of little Evie's arousal.

Sliding deftly from the bed, Marcie knelt between Evie's splayed knees, grabbed the sticky wet crotch of her thong lingerie and pulled them to one side. 

"You gonna?" Evie inquired as she absentmindedly teased a nipple into turgid readiness.

"Yeah, I am."

"Mmmm, I was hoping . . ." But Marcie heard nothing else but the blood rushing to her head as she leaned down and pressed her face into the ripe, young cunt in front of her. With her mouth wide open she managed to cover the length and breath of Evie's moistened haven. 

Evie's free hand moved swiftly to her clitoris, which was already poking its head out from under its hooded cover. Using two fingers, one on either side of the tiny nub, she applied a light pressure as she moved the fingers up and down. Marcie was contentedly lapping the younger girl's pussy, starting at the rear of her slit up to the top. Sometimes she caught a piece of Evie's clit, other times she merely licked the girl's busy fingers. It didn't seem to matter much too either girl. Marcie continued with this pattern for a while until her tongue grew tired, at that point she used her thumbs to spread the girl's luscious pussy apart and buried her face in her crotch, sucking Evie's outer labia and listening to Evie moan at the sensations she was causing to stampede through her body.

When Evie suddenly jerked her hips up in an almost involuntary gesture, Marcie decided it was time to get serious and resorted to pressing her tongue against Evie's vulva, managing to pry it open enough for her tongue to slither inside the young girl.

Evie's fists were clenched in the silken sheets of the bed, a fierce grimace on her face as she thrashed about in the first throes of an orgasm. Marcie loved going down on her friend; loved the varied tastes eking from her inner recesses; even now she was savoring a strange metallic type flavor and she wondered if Evie's menstrual cycle was close at hand. Could she eat her during her cycle? Probably not, but the thought of doing it seemed very enticing. 

Her meandering thoughts were interrupted as Evie reached her initial climax and hastening to make it a better one, Marcie drew the girl's clit into her mouth and rubbed it softly with her tongue. Evie was rocking and rolling now, moaning and groaning; biting her left hand while her right was tangled in Marcie's red hair. Marcie mashed her lips against Evie's cunt and sucked as hard as she could. Evie's hips jerked upward and only the top of her head and her heels were in contact with the bed.

"Jesus! Jesus! It's never been this . . ." Then, overwhelmed by the torrent of orgasmic sensations, she lost her voice and all other comprehension except the fantastic floating exhilaration of her climax.

Finding herself overheated and seeking some serious relief, Marcie climbed back on the bed and on top of Evie, who continued to writhe unknowingly through what she would later call her best ever . . . cum. 

Marcie wriggled out of her panties and brought herself down on Evie so that they were face to face and belly to belly and cunt to cunt. And when their mounds mashed against one another, Marcie felt her orgasm starting to rev up. She began rubbing her pussy against Evie's and derived the greatest feeling of love for her companion when the girl responded in kind.

And so they fucked each other, generating a series of squishy sounds from the copious flow of juices from the two of them. Squeezing her ass tightly with muscles she never knew existed, Marcie managed to apply even more pressure on Evie's twat -- and she saw, rather than felt Evie's cunt petals separating and permitting her vulva to penetrate her ever so little. But it was sufficient to cause her orgasm to peak and explode over her as she pumped away at Evie as if it were a ten inch cock she had jammed into her friend and lover.

Both girl's labia and clits were fully engorged, and without realizing what they were doing they were trying to fuck one another with their respective clits. Rubbing them against the others vulva; occasionally causing clit to flicker over clit; and then both girls were coming and grinding hard against the other.

Soon after, both lay exhausted on the bed, entangled in the sheets, arms and legs wrapped around each other. Only when they both realized that Marilyn had entered the room did they find the energy to begin a long, sensual kiss.

Marilyn began applauding. "What a wonderful performance girls. I didn't think you two had it in you."

Evie looked over at Marilyn a dazed expression on her face. Marcie was scowling at the older woman, but Marilyn ignored her, plopping onto the bed, she threw her arms around the lithe Evie and kissed her. She too loved the forbidden tastes that emerge from a woman's hidden crevices and savored them as might a connoisseur of fine wines. 

Evie opened her mouth to welcome her mistress's serpentine tongue, reveling in the sensations as it explored her mouth, feeling the slickness of her pearly teeth; the furrows at the roof of her mouth and the lovely caress it bestowed on her own tongue when the two finally met. Marilyn's fingers were already delving into the young girl's cunt, seeking her "G" Spot and, on finding it, sending the girl over the edge with another mind-boggling orgasm.

With Evie now stretched out on the bed, oblivious to her surroundings, Marilyn turned to Marcie.

"Your turn, sweetness."

"Ohhh," the redhead managed to blurt before meeting Marilyn's fevered mouth with her own; exchanging saliva and when their lips finally parted it was Marcia who sucked the long spool of spit into her mouth as if it were the nectar of the Gods.

Marilyn slowly unbuttoned her billowy white blouse, revealing a filmy bra trimmed in fine lace. Marcie pressed her face into Marilyn's abundant breasts, murmuring, "I love you. I really love you."

"And you love Evie too, don't you?"

Pulling her head back, Marcie looked into Marilyn's limpid brown eyes. "Is that wrong?"

"No, sweetness, it's not wrong to love. It's never wrong to love someone. It's a wonderful thing . . . to be capable of loving anyone. And if you love more than one person at a time . . . well that's double the love isn't it?"

"When you put it that way . . . I guess it is."

"Now, want to play with my titties?"

"Oh, yeah, I love them. I can't tell you how much. I hope mine are nearly as big some day." Marilyn allowed her hand to graze across Marcie's young breasts, marveling at the smooth texture and the very pertness of her strawberry tipped buds.

"I think your titties will rival mine one day. I doubt Evie's will, although her titties will be much sought after, for many will consider her to be the perfect pair."

Wondering how she could know all this about their futures, Marcie could only respond with, "I hope so. I really, really hope so."

Marilyn rose up and deftly managed to free one breast from its cupped confines. 

"Oops, look at that slippery thing, popped right out at you." She noted Marcie's eyes on the teat and how she licked her lips.

"I brought some champagne home. Would you care to share a glass with me?"

Marcie's eyes remained focused on Marilyn's exposed breast.

"I know what," Marilyn said coquettishly, and she began opening the champagne. It opened with a loud pop and the cork flew across the room as both women giggled shamelessly.

"Here..." And Marilyn sat down on her leather couch and poured some of the bubbly onto her breast. "... have a taste," and Marcie bent down and lapped at the champagne as it coursed down Marilyn's teat and into her abundant cleavage.

"Do tickle the nipple, my dear," she urged. 

Marcie was already ahead of her, sucking on Marilyn's areola even as she freed the other breast from its confinement.

"I do love having my titties sucked," she told the young girl while she tousled the redhead's fiery locks.

"May I join in?" Evie asked politely while standing next to them.

"Of course you can," Marilyn replied. "But wait, I must give you some Champaign too. And reached out she grasped the bottle and poured a fair amount on each breast and began to laugh uproariously as both girls licked and sucked away on her magnificent breasts.

When the bottle had been emptied, Marilyn looked with some contempt at the empty vessel, then smiled broadly and leaned back, separating Marcie from her diligent nursing; Evie somehow managing to hang on the teat she had clenched in her teeth.

"Who wants some of my pussy?" Marilyn asked with a leer. Marcie was first to reply since her mouth was free. 

"Me! I do!" she shouted and jumped up and down while Evie looked on with Marilyn's nipple rubbing against her cheek.

"Don't feel bad, Evie... I know, I'll lie back on the couch. Marcie, you get between my legs and do your thing. Evie get behind Marcie and eat her doggy-style."

Both girls seemed satisfied with this arrangement and shouted with glee when Marilyn added, "Of course after I come the first time you two can switch, how's that?"

*** Ann Stinson, Peggy's mother, had made her mind up. Simply stated, she craved sex. Ann had to have it. Her ex-husband had left her almost three years before and she had not had a man since he'd left. Not that she had had sex with him then either. It had been at least six months before they split up that she'd felt the blissful sensation of a nice cock burrowing between her legs. 

'Two dates in all that time,' she thought, nervously biting a cuticle. 'Two god damned dates, if you could call them that. Karl Bodkins had scared the hell out of her as they left her driveway to have dinner. He'd asked if she liked whips and chains before asking what her favorite color was -- or anything about her. She had left him at the restaurant even before the meal was served, using a trip to the powder room to slip out and catch a cab home.

And three months later, Harvey Gagne had his hand up her dress before the credits were rolling at the movies. Ann smiled to herself. 'Well,' she told herself, 'I'm an accomplished escape artist; since the same tactics worked on him too.'

But now she wondered if she was being too selective, was it the lot of a divorcee to put out before a date -- make that as the first date was only starting?'

She placed another finger in her mouth and started to bite only to realize she had bitten it to the quick the day before. 

"Damn it," she said aloud, "I'm 37 years old. I've got an 18 year old daughter and a 19 year old son and both of them are probably getting more than I am." 

But as she pondered this it occurred to her that she had no idea if her two children were still virgins. She considered herself a good mother, but chastised herself for slacking off in her parental duties. 

She was almost positive that Peggy was no longer a virgin and Davy... well Davy left traces of his semen everywhere. The sheets in his room smelled of cum so badly that she was forced to change them twice as often as she changed Peggy's and her own. The toilet had dried semen on the wall in front of the toilet as well as the floor up to three feet away. 




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 04



Ann paused and thought about that. Three feet away and if she included the wall it meant his ejaculate was soaring roughly four feet. My God, that was phenomenal. Her deadbeat husband's cock had a short spurt at best. More often than not his climax's resulted in a trickle. He claimed to have a prostrate problem, but still.... 

Ann looked at her bureau where her vibrator rested. "I've got to get new batteries," she said aloud and wondered if she were cracking up. Margie Hanratty had and not three months ago. Was lack of sex her problem too?

She didn't have time to think about her problem any further because the front door slammed and that meant Davy was home. He always slammed the damn door, never closed it properly.

"Davy!" She screamed.

"Yo... Mom!" He called out in acknowledgement.

"How many times have I told you to close the door gently and not to slam it?"

"I dunno Ma. A hundred or so?" She heard the refrigerator door open.

"Hey," he called, "we got no milk!"

"Speak English please. It's we have no milk."

"Yeah, right, no milk."

"Have some Gatorade. There's a full bottle in there."

"Got it . . . thanks."

Ann paced her room for a minute, resuming her earlier thoughts. Every few seconds she glanced over at the bureau where her vibrator lay under her underwear. She heard Davy taking the stairs two at a time as he headed to his bedroom.

Perhaps five minutes passed before it occurred to Ann to peek in on him. For an image of Davy ejaculating four or five feet seemed to be burned into her brain. 

As usual, the youngster hadn't bothered to close his door. Ann guessed it was open at least two inches and that provided her with an almost panoramic view of his room. She saw that he was fully dressed, if one could call torn jeans dressed. Thank God he wasn't into body piercing or tattoos, she thought. 

He wasn't wearing a shirt, so his young firm chest was bared; Ann noted that he barely had any chest hairs. Allowing herself to be critical, she also noted Davy was short, about 5' 5" and weighed about 110 pounds. Hopefully his growth spurt lies ahead, she told herself.

As she looked on, Davy pulled a well worn magazine from under his bed and flipped to a page in the middle of the magazine.

A girlie book, Ann decided.

He stared at a particular picture and began to touch himself. Suddenly he was unzipping his jeans and shrugged them half way off his lean torso. The picture reminded him of Elaine Morgenstern. She was just a few months older than him but was already a college freshman. 

Nevertheless, he was persistent in trying to gain her attention and sometimes she would pal around with him. The other guys he ran around with were really impressed that he was able to get an older girl to hang with him.

He thought about it some more and he mentally compared Elaine to his own sister, Peggy. Elaine's tits were bigger by far, but she was chubby whereas his sister had a great shape.

Davy had his cock in hand before Ann realized what it was. When it hit her she froze. His cock, unlike the rest of him, seemed fully developed. Ann judged it to be roughly 6 inches in length and it was not thin, but rather hefty in thickness.

Ohhhh, she thought, and reached between her legs to feel the wetness seeping into her underwear.

Davy grabbed a bottle containing some lubricant and rubbed it over his twitching member; when finished he began to slowly stroke himself while turning the pages of the magazine. Davy pondered the fact that some women had more hair down there than others. Did Elaine have any? Did she have a big bush? He felt himself harden even more at the thought of seeing Elaine's pussy. Maybe she was bald or had no hair yet, like the picture of the redhead he was staring at. Lord have mercy . . . he could see her slit. That must be the pussy's hole, he thought.

He was reminded of the time he caught his sister putting that thing inside her. To keep him quiet, she had allowed him to look at her nude body. He'd even taken a chance and touched her nipples and rubbed his hand over her pussy before she slapped him and told him to get out of her room. He never told on her, mainly because she now had something on him -- he had touched her down there and that was a mortal sin. He began to think that maybe Elaine might let him to look and touch her some more. He really wanted to kiss her too. She always smelled so nice.

He turned another page and resumed his masturbating, having forgotten it while thinking of Elaine and his sister. He was beginning to get that funny feeling in his abdomen and knew he was just seconds away from shooting off his first load of the day and closed his eyes to dream of Elaine. 

That was the moment Ann opened up his bedroom door and stepped inside his room. He didn't notice her until she was beside his bed. Davy, sensing a presence, froze in mid-stroke -- and hearing his name called out − snapped back to the present. He opened his eyes and focused on his mother standing beside him, calling his name. 

"Wow, Davy! What planet were you on?" 

Davy looked around in panic and saw the old towel he kept beside his bed and rolled over on his side, reached down and picked it up. In doing this, his nude magazine dropped onto the floor and for a brief second or two his cock was exposed to his mother's eyes. Davy used the towel to cover his groin, hoping his mom hadn't seen his hard on -- a hard on that was wilting already from the embarrassment of being caught jerking off. 

Mortified, Davy belatedly added both hands to the towel, but his erection was too large to hide. 

"Oh, jeez, Mom... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." 

Ann had a strange look on her face. Davy not knowing a look of lust, took it to be a form of anger, for that's what he expected from his mother under the circumstances. 

He was stunned when she said, "No, I'm the one who should be sorry, I didn't know that you were busy, um, indulging in um, self gratification." 

He didn't understand what she was talking about and readied himself for a heavy verbal blasting. I'm probably be grounded forever, he thought, on the verge of crying.

Ann gave her son a slight smile and then said, "Honey, it is really okay. I mean, I understand about these things." She paused and then said, "Honey? Is it okay for me to sit down here with you?" 

Davy was too embarrassed to say anything at all, he wore a dazed look on his face and he forgot to cover his prick, now shriveled and no longer erect. His mother placed a hand on his thigh, about three inches above his lowered jeans and patted it lovingly. 

"Listen to me baby, there's nothing wrong with what you were doing. Nothing at all, believe me it's perfectly normal."

Davy's mind was racing. Yes, he had heard his mother saying it was all right, but that contradicted everything he'd ever heard. A guy just wasn't supposed to get caught! He sobbed, thinking, How will I be able to live in this house any longer?

Ann was castigating herself for causing her son such embarrassment, but at the same time a vague plan began to form in her mind. 

I can do it, she thought, he won't argue . . . I can make the both of us happy beyond our wildest dreams . . .

"Honey?" she said, "Everybody does it. I do it, your sister does it, your friends, both boys and girls do it. Everybody at one time or another pleases themselves this way and you are no different, so please don't feel ashamed or embarrassed okay?" Her hand caressed his thigh and she detected some movement in his flaccid cock. 

His eyes grew wide on hearing his mother's words. 'Everybody does it?' He saw her face and she was smiling at him and for the first time he felt her hand upon him. What's going on? He wondered.

Ann took a chance. "I can see that you're nicely developed down there."

Davy's legs parted slightly. His mother took the towel gingerly in her hand and glanced at it. 

"Is this what you clean up with afterward?'

His eyes cast downward, he could only nod.

"That's all right. I prefer that to having to change the sheets everyday."

Davy's cock twitched two then three times and began to swell.

Ann licked her lips and said, "Oh God! I love to look at a man's cock. Yes Davy a man's cock. You have one and you should be proud of it. Here, let me see it," And she took it in her hand, turning it palm up so she could closely examine it.

Davy leaned back on his elbows and watched her. Half pensive, half curious he saw her eyes widen; heard her say, "See the veins running up it and the head... Mmmm, so soft and velvety. Mmmm, just look at that tip." 

Ann bent forward and allowed her tongue to flicker over the eye at his center. Davy went rigid, not believing what was transpiring.

"And ohhh, these balls of yours... so hard and tight." 

Davy had never bothered to fondle his own balls and now his mother was doing it and it felt fantastic!

Ann moved on, holding his hardening shaft in her left hand and stroking it, while cupping his balls with the other. "Mmmm, where's your jelly?"

"Jelly?" Davy replied, not understanding her.

"Lubricant, you must use it to grease up."

"Oh, yeah..." and reaching to the nightstand beside his bed, he handed his mother a tube of hand lotion.

"This is good, but I should buy you some KY Jelly, its much better," she said, beginning to apply it. 

"Mmm, let's make it all slick. Like a wet pussy. Have you ever seen a wet pussy?" 

Watching her actions intently, hoping he'd recall each step later on, he could only manage a one-syllable reply. "No."

We'll remedy that later," she smiled up at him, looking him right in the eye.

Did I hear what I thought I heard? He asked himself, but his mind refused to accept her words and shut it out. Davy would never recall that she uttered those words, not even after they had fucked for months.

Ann squeezed some more lotion on the crown of his cock. "Gee," she said gaily, "that looks like your cum." She laughed, giddily and much louder this time, pausing to rub the lotion over the tip of his cock. Taking her time, she worked it in the entire length of his cock.

"Oh, look how hard it's getting. I love that!" She cried gleefully. The draught between sexual partners was over," she told herself; and placed both her hands on his now fully erect prick and began to masturbate him.

"Oh, I really love that," she said, as his cock jerked in her hand. "Oh god, I really love this!" Davy groaned. 

"Don't you dare cum!" Ann chastised him, fearing he'd ejaculate before she got to fully appreciate playing with his youthful cock.

Too insure that Davy didn't come she gripped the base of his cock tightly in her hand, cutting down his circulation and thereby staved off his coming. After a brief halt in the action, Ann resumed the masturbation, this time applying her hand to just the head of his cock; rubbing, squeezing and darting her tongue out to give it the occasional lick. 

"Mmmm, I love the head . . . it's so spongy and resilient."

Davy was only now beginning to realize his good fortune and lay back and tried to relax and enjoy his mother's masturbatory techniques.

Her hand was now slowly working his cock up and down. "If I had a cock of my own," she cooed, "I'd play with it everyday. Do you play with it every day?"

"Mmmm, yes."

"More than once?" She asked merely to tease him.

"Um, yes."

"How many times?" She asked and gave him a hard squeeze just below the corona.

He gulped and almost choked. "It varies. Three, sometimes five times."

"Five times? That's wonderful. Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Ann grew more excited and began alternating her hands, sliding first one and then the other down his shaft, squeezing him at the base each time, hoping to prolong his eventual ejaculation. Each hand then rising up to cup his crown before the other hand relived it to slide down and then up. Only to massage the tip once again before relinquishing his cock to her other hand.

"When you come, Davy. . ." Ann noted that his eyes were closed.

"Davy did you hear me?"

"Huh?" His eyes opened and he looked at her.

She had to lick her lips, they felt parched, "When you come, just how far does it shoot?"

"Um, I guess this one will really fly. I can't ever... I mean, I've never been this hot before."

"Will it reach my face?"

"Yeah, easy... maybe the wall."

Ann glanced over her shoulder at the wall. It was eight feet away. Could he possible reach it? she wondered. My god, what force he must have in his young cock.

She wrapped both hands around him, squeezing the middle of his glistening shaft. The precum was oozing from his tip and Ann licked it away and smiled at him. "I love your cock; I really and truly love it!"

She began to jerk him faster and faster. "It's the most beautiful one I've ever seen."

She returned to the two-handed grip, "I'm going crazy on it," she said to no one in particular; her hands blurred as she strove to get him to come. 

He groaned. She laughed and let a hand drop away, but her level of speed remained about the same. Ann found she was gasping for breath with all the exertion required to maintain her actions. 

"Don't you dare come now," she said sternly and increased her pace.

"Oh, yeah!" she moaned, Oh, yeah!" Ann shook her head causing her long hair to whip over her shoulder. "I want to play with this cock all the time!" she shouted for the world to hear.

Suddenly Ann decided to slow things down. She took the time to closely examine his cock again, burning the memory of it into her brain. Without looking, Ann knew she was soaking wet down below and would be ramming her vibrator in there in a few minutes to bring herself off; but right now she was in her glory; with a rigid cock in her hand. She returned to the two-handed grip, gliding up and down; then pulled his cock against her breasts, and in the process staining her blouse with the lotion. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, Will that stuff come out? Oh who cares?

"Jesus," she said in a dreamy voice, "I want this way inside of me . . . way inside of me.

"Mom, I can't hold off much longer." 

Davy lay there on his back, his entire body as rigid as his cock, knowing he was going to blast off to the moon in a very few seconds. No matter what his mother said, he knew he couldn't hold off much longer, in fact, as glorious as it was, had lasted longer than any time he could recall, except for that first time. He opened his eyes and saw his mother rubbing him against her breasts and felt it coming from his balls... there was no way he could stop it now! Worse! She had it by her mouth now, rubbing it over her lips! Was that what a blow job was? He wondered even as he began to erupt.

Ann knew he was coming. Could feel it roaring through the shaft and opened her mouth and captured the first line of Davy's ejaculation on the roof of her mouth. She was so excited that her hand --- still holding him tightly --- shifted just enough to direct the second and more forceful blast into her eye, blinding her for the moment. But she didn't release him from her grip; kept stroking him, laughing joyously all the while.

Davy's third and fourth bursts soared up into Ann's hair and truth be told might have come close to reaching the wall had she not been deflecting them.

Rubbing her eye with one hand, Ann bent down and took the head of his cock in her mouth and laved it with her tongue, then sucked the remaining sperm from his cock.

Perhaps another two minutes passed with Ann licking and lapping Davy's semen before she realized he was becoming uncomfortable.

"I have to get cleaned up," she told him. You got me in the eye and it burns some, so I should rinse it out, call me it you need anything. Then she willed herself to walk and not run to the master bath where she rubbed her eye with one hand and fingered herself to a frenzied orgasm with the other.

Later, Ann washed out her eye and was about to check to see if she had the necessary ingredients for dinner when she heard Davy call out, "Mom! Mom! I need you!"

Ann ran to his room and was stunned to see him in relatively the same position on the bed, holding a formidable hardon out to her.

"Look what came up, Mom."

Ann smiled and went to join him. And Davy got to know first hand exactly what a blow job was. He wasn't disappointed.



More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Formerly Ch. 24 

Rosa sells Dutch's house; Dutch Buys Her an Engagement Ring

The following day was an especially good one for Rosa; in the morning she had a family close a decent sized home that she had sold them and picked up a handsome commission. 

But that afternoon she hit the jackpot. She had convinced Dutch to put his house on the market since they were now living together and it seemed that he would be staying for a while. When he readily agreed, Rosa felt almost euphoric, for that was another sign that he loved her and trusted her. He had floored her by insisting that she handle all the details and not bother him about anything until his signature was required. And he had not even read the papers he was required to read, just scrawled his name next to the "x's" provided on each sheet of paper thrust in front of him.

He had inherited the house from his parents and obviously had no idea of its worth; and as it turned out neither had Rosa. She had listed it at $250,000, just two days earlier and was stunned when a bidding war erupted between three couples over the property that afternoon. By five the price was up to $310,000 and she called Dutch.

"Dutch honey, have you got a minute to discuss the house?"

"Yeah, sure, what's up?"

"Well we seem to have some interested parties already."

"Parties . . . like more than one?"

"That's right," she began to laugh, unable to contain the giddiness she felt. "How does three different couples sound?"

"Three? That's weird. So what happens now?"

"Now? Now they are bidding the price up. What I need to ask you is if you're willing to take a risk here and put a time limit on their offerings. Like say... it's twenty after five... so let's say I give them each one more bid, a final bid and we'll accept the highest of the three at that time."

Not really caring one way or the other, thinking the amount involved was in the hundreds and not thousands, Dutch said, "Sure and then let's have dinner, okay?"

"Okay, baby. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I'll call you when it's over and we'll eat, okay?"

"Fine, I'll see you then... Oh, Rosa?"

"Yes?"

"I really appreciate you're doing this for me. It's the right thing to do, you know? I mean unloading the place. I haven't been there in months and if much more time passed it would only get run down. I like the place well enough, but it takes time to maintain and time I haven't got."

They hung up and Rosa made the necessary calls to the other realtors asking for one more final bid on the property.

It was almost eight in the evening when Rosa picked him up at his office.

He opened the door before she knocked a second time and greeted her with a huge smile.

"No kisses, no hugs... the walls have eyes," he smirked, took her arm to lead them back to her car. Rosa gently removed her arm from his and took a step back, looking at him.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to meet you..." He started to say as he worked to straighten the knot of his necktie. 

She stopped his words with her lips, dropping her handbag to the rug and kicked the door closed with the back of her foot. Her arms locked around him before he could remove his hand from his tie and his arm was pinned between their two bodies. She kissed him hot and long. Kissed him with a blind, unchecked, neck-racking fury; kissed him so hard that the tissue of her upper lip split on the curve of his canine tooth and began to bleed. The salt taste of her blood flared on their tongues. 

Rosa twisted her head on the pivot their lips made, twisted left, then back to the right, then left again... she tried to core his face as if it were an apple, right again, left... she ground his mouth flesh with her own, moved one hand up to the back of his head and pressed his face hard against hers. All the while savoring the taste of her blood as it mixed with their combined saliva; her tongue forced its way past his teeth and arched over the surface of his tongue, moved from side to side in strong sweeps, drove deep into the warm depth of him, then deeper still. 

Her fierce, hungry passion forced them one step further into the room, bodies welded together, the sheer material of her red dress crushed out of reality in the non-existent space between them. 

Rosa felt the muscle of his tongue respond, come alive, rise up and push against hers, and she let him force his way into her mouth, plowing her hot tongue backward with his. As she took his tongue into her mouth, Rosa felt a sweet, wrenching release of surrender infuse the entire length of her body.

'Oh, god,' she thought, 'I need his cock inside me!'

Her knees buckled. She felt the moisture inside the warm depths of her hips. She sealed her lips around the circumference of his tongue, suckled hard, pulled him in as fiercely as she could; tried to turn herself inside out with the raw excess of her actions. She wrapped one leg, and then the other, behind his legs. His knees, their sole support, flexed slowly. 

His strength lowered them gently to the thick carpet. They knelt, holding tightly, submerged in the dazzling hunger of that endless, furious kiss. Dutch reached behind her thighs. He lifted her slightly with his hands, made her legs extend straight on either side of him. Still they kissed. Her dress slipped up toward her hips, rode across smooth skin. Dutch leaned forward and lowered her backside onto the plush rug. He put his fingers on her shoulders and pushed gently. Rosa lay back on the rug. He brought her legs together, and she raised her hips to let his gentle hands take her panties away.

He spread her legs again. Rosa watched as he stood up, watched him remove his shoes and clothes. Pupils widened as she noted the still thickening length of his prick coming free and swaying, fully erect in front of his stomach as the last of his clothing was tossed aside. He knelt again. His eyes explored her. Panting with sheer excitement she watched him looking at her. 

"So... how much did you get for it?" he asked a few minutes later.

"She felt as if his eyes were boring holes in her chest; had trouble forming intelligent words to respond. She had to whisper, "$352,000."

Recoiling in shock, Dutch gasped, "What!"

"They... each had one last offer. The couple from Finland offered $330,000. The ones from Santa Monica said $327,500, and the Florida couple, two guys, won with $352,000."

"I thought... maybe two-twenty five or so. I never imagined anything like this... you are some salesman Rosa."

"Saleswoman, dear," she smiled up at him, deliriously happy.

"Saleswoman of the year," he said and she saw the hunger in his eyes.

Rosa bent her knees, parted her legs more to let him see every swelling curve of her. Something told her to lie still, open and waiting. Dutch lowered himself to her, his lips a fiery fraction above the apex of her cunt. Then he tenderly drew one of her folds into a half-suck, half-kiss. Rosa tried to endure his feather light lips touching, touching... then she was over the edge!

Her spine arched; her head went back; her eyes fluttered, then shut; her neck muscles contracted and time became a blur of shattered seconds.

Rosa knew it was coming, but when it hit it was different than any other time. This was a fury of white sensation; electric, ripping through her body at a fantastic speed without letting up. It kept on... shattering any defenses she might have had in place to check it. Without thinking any further she let the reins of self-control loose and shuddered her way to a new, sparkling place.

Two hours passed.

Two hours near the door.

Things were knocked off tables. A chair was pushed three feet. A curtain was pulled and torn. Ice cubes melted in a plastic cup, and then that cup tipped over. Papers and a yellow pencil, once safe on the desk, were strewn on the floor. Then, worn and sweetly injured, like stragglers from an obscure battlefield, they limped side-by-side to the waiting car; forgetting dinner, obsessed with getting home. They got home had at one another again and then slept on soft white sheets. They woke around ten-thirty and showered together. Then filled the tub and tried to scrub each other with a white washcloth. 

But nipples turned to hard erasers.

Things swelled.

Lips found lips again and feasted, and they made love once more, Rosa astride Dutch's lap, facing him. Dutch buried deep inside her. Arms sore from hugging, hugged again. And water splashed on the floor. She turned around, her wet shinny back to him, skin slippery, suds sliding down her dusky curves. She moved back on hands and knees, legs outside his legs, then reached between her thighs and centered him in the folds of her cunt.

"What?" Dutch exclaimed just before Rosa pushed herself back forcing him into her.

"I like it this way," was all she said, accepting him rather easily. She moved agilely up, then down, her fingers tight around his hard, thick shaft that surged in the water. He could see himself filling her. He grew longer and thicker and began to tremble under her urgent remonstrations. 

Now that Dutch was reacting to Rosa's actions, the water began to splash over the rim of the tub. Before they finished they got out of the tub and leaving the water on the floor, retreated back to their bed where she mounted him once again.

In good time, she lifted off him and moved the top of his still very rigid prick to the opening of her bottom. She released him and reached out to a liquid lotion dispenser on the night table beside the bed. She pushed the silver plunger with the heel of her hand, filled her palm with cool cream, reached back. His hand touched hers, she tipped her palm. 

"Mmmmmm," was all he said to this. 

Then Rosa placed both hands on the head board, braced on all fours. She felt one of his hands press down on her lower back. A lean finger on his other hand moved at and then inside her. He massaged her slowly, stretched her; made her ready. Then Rosa reached around behind her and fingered him like a flute as his cock lay along the narrow of her ass. He heard her sigh . . . was it anticipation or resignation, he wondered. But she arched up and aimed his massive instrument to the jelly moistened, dark, prune-like hole. 

Dutch realized he had been holding his breath and slowly released it. It sounded similar to Rosa's earlier sigh. His large hands clasped her rear and he looked up along her spine as his cock made its initial contact with her rectum and saw her shoulders twitch and her head burrow down into the pillow.

Rosa felt the push of his cock between her cheeks. She willed herself to relax, but she wanted him so much; lusted for him to ravage her back there . . . . 

Both bodies trembled. Long delicious minutes passed as he began to mate with her asshole. She grew dizzy, faint, as her inside muscles began to accept the slow violation. Then both his hands hooked around her waist, forcing her back and down. His power began to slide into her, guiding fingers not needed now.

Down.

For the first time, Dutch realized that Rosa made different sounds when he was behind her; deeper, much more guttural in tone. And the view he had of their intercourse was unparalleled: he can see all of her -- all of himself -- until he disappears inside her.

Rosa's backside was now pressed hard against his grinding hips. Rosa had a vision of being impaled on his thick prick as it sloshed through her juicy innards until it choking her by surging to her throat. She knew this wasn't the case, for she felt him rocking back and forth against her buttocks, but the image would stay with her for some time to come.

She felt his testicles slap against her hindquarters and found she had taken all of him into her rectum. 'I never would have thought . . .' she told herself, and then hissed through clenched teeth as he slammed into her again.

Dutch was now laboring for breath. Rosa's breathing was even more ragged than his. 

She felt his hand groping between her legs and tried to spread herself wider to grant him unlimited access to her privates.

His fingers scissored along her swollen clitoris and Rosa felt shock waves throughout her entire body as an intense pleasure erupted through her nervous system.

"YES!" She screamed. "MORE! MORE! MORE!" 

And slammed her hips back at him in a futile attempt to engulf even more of his cock than he had to give.

"ARGHHH!" She grunted and her juices rushed out from between her legs. Dutch stopped moving and Rosa felt his cock pulsating in her asshole. But Dutch could see as well as feel and he watched almost entranced as her puckered asshole sucked him in then spat him out. He increased his tempo and caused Rosa to shudder and go to a place she'd never been to before.

And from behind her, Dutch moaned loudly and sent his seed spurting out to coat the inner fissures of her ass. 

Rosa's whole being was concentrating on the cock still buried in her ass. With a tremendous sense of loss she felt it shrinking. Unwilling to loose the pleasure it provided, she willed her asshole to clench around his deflating prick. This only provided sufficient pressure to expel his cock from her hole.

Rosa cried out in despair as his cock exited her ass. Her eyes closed and her mind drifted in the euphoria of ecstasy. 

Several minutes passed as they lay entwined spooning one another. And then she spoke, her voice ragged and hoarse.

"Let me up. I gotta go to the bathroom," she whispered and wobbled on shaky legs to the master bathroom. Her asshole seemed like the center of her universe and she reached back, forgetting that he could see her, and fingered the tender opening. His load started to seep out. Her finger slid in to stop the flow. She walked in to the bathroom and started to close the door. 

"Leave it open," Dutch called out, and she did so as she squatted on the toilet bowl. It took her over a minute before she could pee and only after a long fart did she manage that.

"Sorry," she called out and felt herself flush in embarrassment. She wiped herself clean and returned to the bed and saw that his proud cock was now limp and inert. Dutch began to dress, but she continued to stare at his member until he had tucked it away in his briefs. Then she too, reached for her clothing.

It was a little after midnight and they found they were both starving and found a nearby diner and ate voraciously. Then back home and to bed after checking to see if Kathy was home. 

As Rosa opened the bedroom door and looked in on her daughter, she was taken with how sensual yet innocent Kathy appeared and signaled Dutch to come over. Just as he got to the doorway Kathy rolled over and presented a great view of her golden fleeced pussy. He drew in his breath at her beauty and got hard instantly. Rosa felt him pressing against her and grew moist. 

As if in the midst of a sexy dream, Kathy's hand went to a breast and caressed it lazily while her other hand went down to her pussy. Dutch's jaw fell open as her nipple hardened and her finger slipped inside her slit. Rosa, smiling, closed the door and taking him by the cock, led him into her bedroom. 

"Be quiet, don't wake her," was all she said as she took him in her mouth and gave him a frenzied blowjob. After he climaxed they were too tired to go any further and fell asleep.

***

The following day at the hospital Dutch sought out Robert to ask about engagement rings.

"Engagement rings?" Robert asked with a knowing smile. "Why this is sudden. Is it anyone I know?"

"Cut the shit, Robbie, you know its Rosa. I sold . . . or I should say she sold my place for a bundle; and while I won't get the money until they close I think the time is ripe to do it. So do you know anyone in the diamond business?"

"Yes, I do Moe Shulman's place over on Rodeo Drive."

"That's money lane. Can I get a break there?"

"Sure you can, I operated on his daughter a year ago and he loves me. Sends me flowers, or sends them to Alice at least once a month. He's told us to come by anytime and ask for him, we'll get it at cost."

"That's you, I'm not you."

"Ah, we'll never go there. I'll call him and tell him you're a good friend and I'm sending you over. 

And so it was that Dutch found himself at Shulman's Jewelry just before six. It was quiet, not much traffic as most people were just getting home from work and either eating or getting ready to eat.

Robert had called and made arrangements with the owner to expect Dutch, but even Dutch was surprised to be greeted by a dazzling blonde in a deep green dress.

"Mr. Perry?"

"Yes."

"We've been expecting you. I'm Marcia Dyes and may I say you come highly recommended."

"Thank you," he said but his eyes were centered on her cleavage.

"What style ring do you prefer?"

"Let me be honest with you," he said his eyes riveted to her breasts. It didn't seem to bother her at all. "I don't know a thing about rings, engagement or otherwise. I'm relying on you to help me out with this." 

As he finished speaking, his eyes lifted and met Marcia's, they were green, the same shade as the dress. He wondered if it was contacts or nature, but she shifted position to bend forward and reach for a tray of rings in the counter below their waists, and he could almost see her nipples.

Rising up, she saw where he was looking and a smug smile crossed her face. It was a fleeting smile and no one noticed, but Marcia's confidence was bolstered. Her tits had never let her down, especially when a sale was involved.

"The prong setting is the one most often used to hold a solitaire. Solitaires being the most popular type stone sold these days." She held the tray out at chest level and Dutch had to will himself to look at the selection of rings before him.

Marcia continued talking. "Prong setting puts the emphasis on the stones and not the metal. It involves fitting the diamond in a metal head or basket and securing it with a minimum of three prongs or metal claws. The purpose of any setting is to hold the diamonds securely in the mounting and at the same time allow light to enter the diamonds for maximum brilliance. The shape of the prongs can vary. They may be rounded, elongated or pointed. There are many decorative variations of this setting style."

She paused to catch her breath then went on, "The more metal used to hold the diamonds, the more secure they are; the less metal used, the greater the chance for the diamond to reflect light. For this reason, platinum is often the metal of choice for diamond solitaires. The ideal prong tapers to a rounded point. . . ."

Half listening, Dutch wonder what kind of point her nipples came too, and then struggled to concentrate on Marcia's words.

"It should be smoothly finished, diminishing any chance of the prong snagging the threads of your clothes. The prongs should also be placed at the key points of the stone, typically at four corners or at four, five or six points evenly spaced around the stone, to offer security without interfering with the stone's brilliance," she demonstrated this by pointing to the various types before them on the tray.

"Believe me, it can hold large diamonds securely, and a woman values that. Imagine losing the stone down the sink drain, or while swimming." She was looking at him staring at her breasts and allowed herself another smug smile.

"Settings with six prongs are more secure than those with four prongs. This setting allows diamonds to be more easily cleaned than the other styles. It can be used to set any type of gemstone, no matter how fragile it is."

"All right," he said interrupting her. "That's what I want, the six prong, yeah, the six."

"Well, if I may provide just a little more information Mr. Perry, this style may not provide as smooth of a ring surface as some of the other styles. For example, it does not protect diamonds as well as other styles since it leaves most of the girdle are exposed."




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 05



"I don't understand," he said, tearing his eyes away from her cleavage to look at her green eyes. "Don't you want me to buy a ring?"

"Certainly I do. But Mr. Perry, how shall I put this . . . a woman wants to show off her stone. If it's larger than that our girlfriends so much the better, for women tend to judge a man's prowess by the size of the engagement ring on his girl's finger. Um, sort of like the way men judge other men by the size of their, um, feet."

He smiled at her and Marcia felt just the slightest tingle in her stomach and shrugged it off.

"I don't know about any guy's feet, mind you, but I expect you're right about the size of the rock on the ring."

"Yes, well, let me show you some our diamonds. What size did you have in mind?"

"A large stone would be nice. Give me some sizes."

"It would be better if you told me roughly how much you want to spend." What Dutch didn't know was that Mr. Shulman had instructed Marcia to give this customer a forty percent discount. That is, if Dutch were to buy a $30,000 ring it would cost him $18,000.

"Well, how about showing me some stones, maybe I'll have an idea of what I think the size should be and we'll take pricing from there."

"Very good Mr. Perry, please excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back." Marcia headed for a door at the rear of the jewelry store, punched in a combination and closed the door behind her.

True to her word she returned moments later bearing a tray covered by a red velvet cloth. She placed the tray on the counter in front of him and slowly removed the red velvet covering.

He had to blink his eyes from the brilliance of the diamonds at his fingertips. He looked at her and immediately noted she had unbuttoned two buttons at the top of her dress, and now much of one breast was exposed.

"Not good enough," he said.

Stunned at his remark, Marcia could only stammer, "I beg your pardon?"

"The two buttons you opened, they're not enough. Take the tray back and remove the bra, then bring the tray back. If you want to tease me, tease me, but don't be half-way about it or I'll take my business elsewhere."

No one had ever spoken to her like that in all her 24 years. Marcia was dumfounded. What should she do? Tell him to get out? Mr. Schulman might fire her, this was a person receiving a huge discount and that was not usual for the store, no it was highly unusual, suggesting that this Mr. Perry was some VIP as far as Mr. Shulman was concerned. Then as she thought about it, it was rather exciting to be spoken to that way. What confidence he must have, she thought, and was moving to comply before she realized it.

As she returned to the counter sans bra, she felt her nipples expanding with excitement and a deft little tingle reverberated in her pussy. He was something special, she told herself as she placed the tray back on the counter.

"That's better," he grinned at her and the tingle began to spread upward to her breasts.

"Did the air conditioning cause them to spout like that?" He asked.

"Excuse me," she said fighting off a stutter.

"Your nipples . . . they've popped out a good half inch since you returned."

"How how dare you speak to....?"

Dutch interrupted her, saying: "Why not shut up and tell me about the stones?" His voice was genial and not coarse. 

Business, she reminded herself, keep your mind on business.

"Okay," she began and picked a large stone from the grouping and placed it to one side and pointed to it. "A larger diamond such as this is more valuable simply because it is found less frequently in nature than a smaller diamond. As it is rarer, the price per carat increases as the diamond gets larger; however, carat weight has no bearing on diamond color, clarity, or cut. Those are other aspects that one must pick and chose from as well."

He was intent on studying the stone she had selected and much to her relief was ignoring her breasts.

She resumed her brief lecture. "The way a diamond is cut, its shape, as well as symmetry, and proportions, has a direct influence on the brilliance of a diamond. The precision of the cut dictates the amount of light that the diamond will refract and reflect. The more expertly it has been cut, the greater its brilliance will be."

"I see," he said and steadfastly ignored her body, concentrating on the stones for the moment.

"Mmmm, now as to clarity, you must remember that a diamond is carbon that crystallizes in the earth for millions of years. During the crystallization process a variety of inclusions in the crystalline structure may occur. These inclusions, described by terms such as: cloud, feather, dark inclusions, etc., are found in almost every diamond and are generally caused by conditions present when the diamond was formed, though blemishes may also occur during the polishing process. The grading for clarity measures how many or few of these flaws are found, and gives special consideration to where they are located in the diamond."

"So how do I know good clarity from, say inferior clarity?"

"Good question. Since nature makes nothing absolutely pure or perfect, those diamonds with few inclusions are most rare and command a higher price. The industry wide scale ranges from the low end or imperfect I-3, to the best "gem quality", the internally flawless IF/FL."

"If it's within my price range that's what I want."

"I'm sorry, what was that you said?"

"I want the flawless, if I can afford it."

"Oh, yes, of course, well we don't have any flawless stones of any consequence, but these, such as this one... are of the very good rating, that is VS2. And this stone here is 1 ½ carets."

"I'd prefer a larger diamond," he said and pointed to the largest one on the tray. "Like this one. How many carets is this one?"

That's about 2 carets," she said reaching for the loupe. "Yes, it is, 2 carets... that would cost, let's see... about $8000."

"Oh . . ."

"So he's not a big spender," she thought and prepared to show him a lesser quality stone.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I figured I'd spend about $15,000."

"Fifteen . . ." Marcia gasped.

"Yeah, why that's not enough for a decent ring?"

"No, that's plen . . . I mean, that's sufficient, Mr. Perry, very sufficient. In fact that will be the largest sale I've had today," she said and thought to herself, 'it's the largest sale I've ever had. My God with a 40% discount that means he wants . . . a $25,000 diamond!'

"Let me see, there is another tray you should see. I'll be right back."

"Can I come back with you?"

"Oh, no. Policy, Mr. Perry, policy."

What's in there?" he pointed to another door.

"That's mostly storage, um; Jeff repairs watches and rings during the morning hours."

"Can I go in there?"

"But why?"

"You bring the stones and show them to me in there all right?"

"That's most unusual," she said, flustered at this strange request.

"Then you can show me those lovely breasts of yours and we'll see which sparkles more."

"I... what!"

"I know you heard me. So get the stones. I'll be waiting in there."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second then made for the vault. Once inside she drew a tissue from a box found on a table and wiped the perspiration from her brow. 

'This is insane,' she thought, 'Here I am, engaged to Justin all of two weeks and I'm chomping at the bit to have this guy touch me.' 

Marcia bit her lip. 'Touch me? I want him to bend me over the desk and fuck my brains out! I haven't come close to an orgasm with Justin and he walks in and my knees shake. 

"Show me your tit's he said and the tingle returned to that area between her legs. Speaking to herself, she said, No, he didn't say that exactly, he said you can show me those lovely breasts, yeah that was more like it . . . and we'll see which sparkles more.

Exhaling, she bent at the waist, reached up under her dress and removed her pantyhose. No sense in ruining a good pair of hose, she muttered under her breath, and then located the tray of diamonds.

When Marcia came out of the vault room he was no where in sight. Marcia strode straight to the entry door and locked it, placing the closed sign on the glass door. Then she walked haltingly to the repair room where he was waiting. With every other step she felt a pending orgasm growing and almost dropped the diamond tray when she opened the door and saw him standing there, waiting for her, legs spread stroking his huge erection which was pointed directly at her.

"Ohhh!" Marcia gasped and almost dropped the tray. Would have had not Dutch leapt forward and caught it, quickly pivoted to his left and deposited it on the work bench. Just as quickly he whirled back to her, placed his hands around her waist and hoisted her up onto the windowsill of a black painted, barred window. Then his hands were on her knees and under the dress, sliding along her silken underwear. Marcia tried to spread her legs, but her precarious position prevented her from doing so.

His voice was rough and husky when he spoke. "Show me those breasts!"

Marcia's hands moved unwaveringly to the bodice of her dress, unbuttoning the remaining buttons and freed her voluptuous mounds for his inspection. 

His face immediately plunged between them as he kissed first one and then the other. Suddenly he changed tactics and surprised Marcia by pushing them up toward her face. Her mind already filled with nasty thoughts she stretched her tongue out and lazily flicked at the tips of her nipples stimulating them into blunt points like large pencil erasers.

Keep doing that," he said as his hand reached her saturated cunt and his index finger slipped through the parted lips of her sex.

Marcia moaned and heart pounding, tried to raise her hips to his questing finger, but the scant ledge she was perched on wouldn't allow it. 

"Fuck me!" She moaned loudly. "Fuck me!" only to be stunned with the gentleness he showed in spreading her apart. 

With anticipation Marcia didn't recall ever having had before; she hastily reached down, took hold of the soles of her feet and leaned back, opening herself to him and his monstrous cock. Only to be surprised by this strange man once again. 

For rather than fuck her he chose to eat her instead; and leaning forward, kissed her flaming labia causing her to go rigid from the sensation. Pausing a moment for effect, Dutch allowed his tongue to drift upward to her clit and flicked the very tip of it across her oh so vulnerable nub.

Marcia exploded, jolting into a prodigious orgasm from that light touch upon her clit. But of course, so many other things had helped her achieve this glorious effect.

And somewhere in her subconscious she realized he hadn't stopped, but continued lapping at her now frothy juncture, scooping up her juicy emissions and noisily slurping them down his throat. The pure nastiness of it brought on another climax and Marcia quickly wilted, and would have collapsed had she not been supported by the window itself.

Perhaps another minute passed before he stopped eating her and reaching a hand behind her neck drew her face to his. Before he kissed her he smiled and said, "You have the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted. Even your musky odor is intoxicating."

Her face moved to his so incredibly fast that Marcia split her lower lip from the impact, but that did not deter her hunger for his mouth. Tasting herself for the first time, she was incredulous at how erotic everything he did to her seemed. She had had two other men make love to her, including her fiancée, but nothing compared to what she was now feeling. And fleeting across her consciousness was the thought that he had yet to enter her.

Their tongues dueled, they swallowed each other's saliva and she knew she was about to come again from this torrid kiss. 

Dutch knew it was time to move on and brought his hand down to her groin and massaged her entire vulva with the palm of his hand. Then he slapped her cunt twice in succession. Startled by the intense wave of pleasure it caused, she moaned into his mouth and bit his lip. Now they were swallowing one another's blood and saliva. 

'His hand!' she thought, 'It's everywhere!'

It wasn't, but it certainly seemed like it was; sliding over her lightly furred mons; dipping a finger between her slippery labia; even teasingly circling her asshole. 

Marcia found that she was 'embarrassed to be soooo wet there!' Thinking, I've never been like this before then moaned against his cheek. 

'His cheek...how rough it felt! His beard must be growing even as they were embracing like this. What a strange thought to have at a moment like this,' she thought and lost herself to his inquisitive hands.

"Oh, my God!" She wailed, as his thumb slid into her sloppy wet cunt.

That feels... It's his thumb in me! Once again the wave of intense pleasure swept over her and her eyes rolled back in their sockets.

"Sweet, Sweet, Sweet!" She crowed, as two more fingers slithered in, hurriedly following the thumb. And as his tongue returned to her pulsating clitoris -- matching the rhythm of his fingers -- Marcia came hard.

When she finished shuddering through the orgasm, Dutch placed both hands under her ass and raised her up. Unconsciously she understood his prodigious cock would soon be slamming into her and instinctively wrapped her legs around him.

"Put it in," he said clearly and distinctly. Yet she seemed not to hear.

"Baby, put my prick inside you . . . now!"

"Mmmmm," she replied as her hand sought him, found him, marveling at the pulsating, hot flesh in her grasp before rubbing the smooth head against her wetness for a moment before easing the very tip of his member between her hungry lower lips. 

With a fierce jolt from his hips, he drove his entire length into her and she cried out in both surprise and pain, but hung onto his shoulders, determined not to lose him for even an instant.

Dutch continued to support her frame by holding her ass against his body and began a slow, methodical fuck, ramming his prick deeply into her so hard that her ass bounced off the wall. Each time this occurred she grunted, followed by a soft woofing sound; and then made sure she hadn't lost contact with him by wrapping her legs even tighter around him. Soon they had an established rhythm going, bouncing off one another each time he rammed her against the wall.

Lost in her fantasy, Marcia looked down and as if in a haze, watched his massive prick surging in and out of her furred crevice. 

It wasn't long before Dutch began to tire. "Let's change positions," he gasped. 

"Anything... you want," she croaked, her voice gone ragged with lust, her body dulled to the pain of banging into the wall with every thrust of his cock.

"But I want...more, more, more!" she husked.

He struggled slightly, for she was humping continuously throughout and set her down on a wooden chair. Dutch took a moment to absorb some of Marcia's finer details -- how attractive her blond pubic hair is; how the wispiness of it only partially hides the narrow chasm of her pink-lipped cunt. And how, in her excitement, Marcia's cunt engorged with blood -- swelling up until it resembled a fuzzy peach; with her juice running out and down her slit until it dripped into the rosebud of her asshole. 

"I apologize," He said.

"Huh? Marcia emerged from her lust ridden haze long enough to ask. "Whatever for?" 

"Ignoring your tits."

She kissed him and gushed, "Oh, you darling man, you! Go on, suck 'em, smack 'em, bite them, just keep that cock going, please, baby, please."

Dutch bent forward and Marcia held up her breast to his eager mouth. He kissed her neck and throat, working his way closer to her breasts. When he reached them he took his time, licking all around her chest, especially in the valleys between them. During this period the only sound in the closed room was the slop, slop, slop of his prick banging into and out of her cunt. 

When Marcia felt his hands caress the undersides of each breast, she growled, "I won't break. Squeeze the damn things! Mash them! Pinch them! Bite them! I love it!"

And as his hands and fingers responded to her demands she moaned -- lost in an aching rapture of lust.

A few minutes passed and Marcia's delirium rose. Dutch placed his rigid member between her breasts and pressed them together, holding him in place in her satiny valley. Then her hands rested lightly on his.

"I'll hold them for you," she whispered as he started to shove his massive cock toward her mouth.

He removed his hands and Marcia, using her fingers to pinch her nipples, mashed her breasts together and held his pulsing prick in place while moving her neck enough to capture his errant thumb in her mouth.

"Like this, do you?" He grinned. His face was a scant inch from hers. 

"Ummm," she moaned, erotically sucking on his thumb, working it energetically with her tongue.

In truth, Marcia had never done this before. Nor had she ever entertained the idea of being tit-fucked before. But she found it enormously satisfying. Her nipples were charged as never before, mini-orgasms were bombarding her senses and through it all she suddenly realized that she could capture him in her mouth if she really tried too.

Waiting for the next upstroke, Marcia licked her lips and bent her head. She missed by a fraction of an inch.

Dutch saw what she was trying to do and on the next upstroke he held it still for her. Marcia's hungry tongue managed to swirl around the very tip of his turgid prick once before losing out to gravity. They played this game for several minutes. By then she had developed the knack of sucking one time and licking the next, while experiencing the delights of a tit fuck that she would come to demand of all future lovers as part of their lovemaking.

"Gonna come soon," he gasped. "Let me put it back into you."

"How?" she asked, both curious and anxious.

"Grab the windowsill there," he pointed and she complied. This forced her to bend over and present her ass to him. He eased himself back into her still frothy cunt, felt her clasp him firmly with her vaginal walls. Dutch established a slow, methodical pace, his thighs smacking into her ass with each stroke; his scrotum whipping against her cunt. Another new, but delightful experience for Marcia and she also filed that away for future use.

He began massaging her breasts as they hung swaying with each inward thrust of his cock. Squeezing, caressing, and pinching them as she bit her lip from the sheer delight of it all.

Then he felt it -- the boiling starting in his balls -- and began to piston in and out at a much faster pace. Monica started coming instantly. Dutch knew intuitively if he sped his actions up just a fraction they could come together, and gave it his best.

He began to babble sweet little nothings to her.

"Oh, you . . . incredible, mmmmm, delicious bitch!"

He heard her draw in her breath and knew she was going to have a monumental orgasm on top of all the others and continued fucking and babbling to her.

"You're unbelievable . . . you're fucking fantastic!"

She came then; he could feel the contractions of her cunt as it tried to milk the load from his prick.

"So fucking wild . . . I gotta have more! Oh, shit! Here I come into that . . . wild, wet and juicy cunt!"

And he exploded into her as she continued squeezing him throughout his ejaculation; her body flushed bright red, her heat intense enough that he felt it burning his flesh as she came and came and came.

"And an ass to die for, too." He added a minute or so later. He was finished except for the occasional after fuck twitch. Marcia heard him from a distance as she continued to come for several more minutes, her cunt holding his prick prisoner for the duration. He didn't mind, he bit her still engorged nipples to pass the time and each bite brought a series of new sensations to Marcia's delightfully tortured system.




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Much later she stirred from their embrace and kissing him on the lips, said, "The stone. We have to pick out a stone."

"He tried to rise, but couldn't. Her weight was positioned so that she had to get up fist and she did, with Dutch following. Both moved about on shaky, unfirm legs.

"This one is the finest one in the batch," she said after studying the lot holding a large diamond in a tweezers. It has size, probably 3 ½ carets, clarity . . . shit! It's the best one period! Take it, it's a huge bargain. Come on Dutch you cock waving bastard, this is the one, say so and let's get out of here and fuck the night away at my place."

"I can't," he said, suddenly forlorn. "I have a date. And I want to give her the ring tonight."

Fighting her emotions, Marcia managed to hide her disappointment. "Let's be practical. I can't set the stone in a setting of any permanence. That has to be done by the jeweler and it will take at least a day if we rush it."

But . . . ."

"No buts, that's the story." She frowned, giving serious thought to the problem. She did want him to leave happy, especially after the wonderful way he'd screwed her. Then it occurred to her that if he accepted the ring as it was -- with a temporary setting -- and brought it back he could give the ring to his girl tonight.

"Wait!" She said and told him about the temporary setting. He grinned at her and picked her up and kissed her hard.

"You're wonderful!" He said and whirled her around in a circle.

"Put me down, put me down, I'm already dizzy," she laughed.

And so, after using his American Express card to pay just under $15,000, he took the ring, carefully boxed, home with him.



More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Formerly 25 

Dutch Gets Engaged

Later that same evening Dutch managed to get Rosa alone. Kathy had been pestering him to let her sit on his lap while perusing the computer and as much as he loved the idea of her ripe body astride his lap and his erection, he had more important business to conduct. And so at the risk of hurting her feelings, he ordered Kathy out of the "office" and after she had slouched on out, mouthing silent protests, he and Rosa were alone at last.

"Didn't want her rubbing herself all over you did you?" She said, shocking him with her words.

"What?"

"I can see where this is going, may I remind you she's just turned eighteen."

"Hey," he said somewhat testily, I was only trying to . . ."

"Get in her pants?"

"Come on Rosa, I didn't mean anything of the kind. I'm trying hard to bring a father image to our relationship. She's . . ."

"A horny teenager?"

"Well, yeah, she is that, but she's also at an age where she has to, or feels she has to test her femininity with a male. I happened to be handy."

Rosa laughed in his face. 

He could tell she was worked up about something but not what. Women, he thought, if she knew what he was about to do....

"Dutch?"

"Mmmm?"

"You look like you're a million miles away. We're having a serious conversation, come on back." 

"I'm sorry, truly I am."

Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her against him, kissing her mouth passionately. His hands slid down her back, and he could feel her trembling as they kissed; felt the passion building. She leaned harder against him, and he fell gently against the wall. With one arm tight around her waist, he slowly moved his other hand up her side, under her arm. She moaned and pushed forward as his thumb touched her nipple, circling it gently, causing it to grow hard. She moaned against his mouth, pressing one leg between him and lightly grinding against him. There was no way in the world that she wouldn't be able to tell how turned on he was at that exact moment. His finger and thumb met --- the tip of her nipple between them. 

He broke off the kiss and immediately began to stammer. "I . . . I . . . been leery of relationships, um, I mean, prolonged relationships, ever since, um, Marilyn and I split up. I don't need the pain or the heartache that goes with the dissolution of a relationship, you know?" 

"Whatever are you . . .?"

He squeezed her nipple a little harder, and she brought her thigh up, rubbing it hard against his crotch. Her fingers clawed at the back of his head, and they renewed the kiss, their tongues reaching, stroking, as they sought more from each other. He wanted to taste her, feel her nipple in his mouth. Pulling away from her lips, he started kissing down her neck, lazily running his tongue against her sweet skin. Her hands pushed the top of his head down, coaxing him, guiding him to where she wanted his mouth. He could smell her skin and her excitement, adding to his own.

He lifted her chin with his finger, looking into her watery eyes and tried reading her thoughts. It didn't work. He went on instinct.

"God, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life, Rosa. I want to hold you until the end of time. I want to make you happy, share your victories and your disappointments. I wish I could express to you exactly what I feel for you, but I can't seem to find the words."

"You're doing pretty good so far," she whispered. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"I love you." The words fell from his lips easily, and cupping her face in his hands, he leaned down and kissed her softly and then pulled back, brushing the tears back from her cheeks. 

"Will you marry me?"

Rosa blinked back more tears, unable to think or talk. 

She had a million things to say, or thought she did, but after a pause decided on a simple, "Thank you for asking. I accept, yes, I will marry you."

Only no words came out.

"Rosa, I said, will you marry me?"

"Marry you?" She croaked and cursed herself for her own ineptitude. 

"Yes."

"Me?"

"Yes."

She struggled to say something, anything that wasn't inane and blurted, "I always wanted my guy to kneel down. You know, I mean a proposal has a kind of ritualistic bearing to it, right?"

"I guess . . ."

"So?"

He knelt down on one knee and looked up at her. "Rosa, will . . . will you do me the honor of accepting this proposal of marriage?"

"There's no ring," she said calmly, although her heart was racing faster than it ever had before.

"Pardon?"

"A ring . . . haven't you thought this out?" And she was immediately chagrined at her lack of decency. The poor guy was asking her to marry him and she had been hoping for weeks that he would. Why in God's name was she tormenting him now?" 

"Oh shit . . . I forgot!" he said, reaching into his pocket.

In the next room, Kathy, eavesdropping as usual, lost her balance and fell on her ass, but neither Rosa nor Dutch heard a sound. Both were staring at the ring encased in the jeweler's box after he had pried it open.

"My God!" was the extent of Rosa's audible commentary, what she was actually thinking was indescribable. 

"I know, I know, it's not the biggest ring in the world . . ."

She found her voice at last. "It isn't?" Her eyes were popping out of her head. Rosa had never seen anything close to this size diamond, nor had she ever heard of a stone this large other than the famous "Hope" Diamond and of course the rock Liz got from her Marc Anthony, better known as Richard Burton.

"Do you like it?"

"Like . . . it?" I absolutely adore it!" Kathy! Kathy come here, NOW!"

The door swung open and the young teen rushed in. "What? What? What?"

"Look, Look, Look!" she blurted, brandishing the ring for Kathy to see.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Mama, you're engaged!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"How wonderful!" 

And they hugged and danced around the room until Rosa broke away shouting, "Mom, I got to tell Mom!"

Dutch stood there dumbfounded. One minute Rosa was hedging on whether to accept his offer of marriage, the next she'd gone ballistic. 

As Rosa dialed her mother, Sue, Kathy used the opportunity to give Dutch a hug of her own, followed by a French kiss. Absentmindedly, he groped her ass then realized what was happening and after just the briefest of squeezes, let his hand brush over her breast. Then he stepped away and told Kathy, "See if your Mother needs you," and gave her a friendly swat on the behind. 

Kathy skipped merrily out to find Rosa and they hugged again as Rosa was trying to describe the size of the diamond to her equally excited mother.

Maybe a minute passed before Rosa, still on the phone, called out, "Dutch!" And never took her eyes off the diamond, "Just how big is this thing?"

"Something over 3 carets," he said, worried that it wasn't sufficient.

"Three carets! Oh, my God!" and she was off again, half hysterical, half overjoyed.

"Well you got us such a great deal on the house . . ." He began.

Rosa seized on the 'us' and her heart was overcome with pure love for this man. When she hung up the phone, he took her into his arms and calmed her down, telling her she still needed to have the ring properly sized and mounted. 

"It can all be done tomorrow," he told her. You can also have it appraised at another jeweler's and get it insured and all the other stuff that goes with it."

"What other stuff?" She asked wondering if they would really have the ring ready tomorrow.

Kathy interrupted them, calling a quick goodbye and dashed over to Peggy's to tell her the news.

"I don't know, isn't there other stuff involved?"

"Beats me," she said staring at her diamond, still not accepting that it was hers.

"I know this will kill you," he said, "but put the ring back into the box so we don't lose the stone somewhere, it is loose in that setting, I couldn't buy it and not let you see, but it's not ready to wear just yet."

Sighing longingly, she agreed, but only after wearing it for a few more minutes did she finally put in into the box for safekeeping.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"A little. Want to go out and grab something?"

"Yeah," he said, "sounds good.

Rosa's friskiness was back and she wanted to do something special for Dutch and on an impulse she asked, "Honey, do you have a favorite fantasy?"

"A fantasy? Like what?"

"Oh, like . . . having six women at a time, you know, like your own harem. Something like that."

"I don't know . . . I'd have to think about that. How 'bout you?"

"Me? Oh, I'd like to lie naked on a bed and have fruit and whipped cream and maybe chocolate sauce smeared all over my body and then my prince would show up and lick it all off of me."

"Sounds like you've had this . . . fantasy for a while."

"Mmmm,' she leered at him, "maybe I have."

"They looked at each other and the room seemed much warmer than it had been only moments before.

"Get naked," he told her. I'll see what I can put together. Without a word, Rosa scampered into the bedroom and began tearing off her clothes. Dutch poked his head in the doorway and said, "It's all right to start without me. I may be a few minutes getting things together."

Several minutes passed before he checked on Rosa. Opening the bedroom door he saw she had two fingers moving in and out of her cunt while the fingers of her other hand calmly wiggled the pink glistening folds at the top of her cleft, one in particular was flicking her clit, circling it and then flicking it, teasing it over and over again as the fingers on her other hand surged in and out, of her pussy, making wet sucking noises with each thrust. 

All the while, Rosa's breasts jiggled up and down, her nipples hard with excitement; seeming to be begging for him to touch them, or pinch them, or bite them. 

He hurried over to her and set his tray of materials down on the floor beside her. On the tray were: A bowl of ice cubes, several large sized strawberries, a quart of vanilla ice cream, a plastic bottle of Hershey's chocolate and some whipped cream.

"Don't stop," he said. "I've brought a few things to entertain us."

"Mmmmm," she moaned, quite close to coming already. He decided to let her have her orgasm and start over after she had recovered from it. Her fingers blurred and a grimace appeared on her face. One hand had gravitated to her left breast and was tweaking that nipple.

And right before his eyes she grunted and started to come. She went rigid and then slowly relaxed a beatific smile on her face. 

Perhaps a minute passed. Her eyes opened and she focused on him.

"You're late. I came without you."

"I'm sure you'll come again," he grinned at her.

"I'm sure I will too. So what have you got for me?"

With that, Dutch took the chocolate syrup and poured some over the strawberries. He lifted them above her head and let some chocolate drip off and onto her face before lowering the fruit to her open, waiting mouth. 

Rosa bit into the strawberry then giggled, "Hope you're going to clean this mess up."

"Don't worry, everything's going into the washer, and that includes you."

She was laughing hard as he leaned forward and licked some chocolate sauce from her nose. They kissed, gently, and he shared some ice cream with her, placing a small spoonful on her tongue and then trying playfully to steal it from her.

Then his hand reached down and came up with an ice cube.

"What are you going to do with that?" She asked, eyes glittering with renewed desire.

He didn't answer, but used the very tip of the ice cube to circle around her areola of her right breast while placing his mouth on the other. The distinction of hot and cold, applied at the same time sent a thunderbolt to Rosa's cunt. Her back arched, sending her breasts up and out to meet whatever pleasurable substances he choose to apply next.

He used whipped cream and ice cream and teased her elongated tips with a half-bitten strawberry, eventually offering it to her extended tongue. Then he went to work on her breasts, licking the gooey substances from her chest.

"What, no chocolate?" She whined, pretending to be offended.

"I've got that covered. Thing is, where do you want me to cover you with it?"

"Everywhere."

He'd dipped his finger in the chocolate and was traced a warm brown line along her neck and shoulder.

"Jesus, that feels . . . so sexy!"

"Does it now?" He asked with a broad grin on his face.

"And nasty, too."

"How so?" He asked circling her nipples with the dark brown syrup.

"It's like you're coming on me. And that's both naughty and nasty. But it feels good, and so you want to . . ."

He had poured a good amount into the palm of his hand and was rubbing into her pussy.

Rosa's leg's opened of their own volition, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Oh, Christ, yeah! Right there! Oh, yes!"

"Good eh?" Two chocolate coated fingers slithered into her gooey cunt and located her "G" spot.

"Shit! I'm coming again!"

"Please not while I'm having desert," he laughed and dropped a scoop of vanilla ice cream on her slightly opened cunt as his fingers departed and his mouth descended upon her.

She would never be sure just what triggered the explosive orgasm that followed. It may have be the mere thought of what was transpiring; or the sudden chill of the ice cream on her volcano hot cunt. But in her heart Rosa was convinced that the touch of his fiery tongue as it propelled the ice cream into her was the cause of her orgasmic convulsions.

Later reminiscing over their antics, she told him that it had been incredible. The ice cream -- and his tongue moving the cold mixture around inside her as his finger played with her swollen clitoris.

Added to that was the fact that he kept it up -- her coming didn't stop him. He added more ice cream to her cunt until the entire area was a mess of vanilla and chocolate smeared all over his face.

When Rosa had recovered some, she noticed the whipped cream and said "How come you didn't use any of that on me?"

"That's for you to use on me," he grinned lewdly at her.

Picking up the canister she used a liberal amount to create a frothy mound over his turgid cock and balls before applying her mouth and a generous amount of suction to cleaning it off. Since he hadn't come, she smeared a generous portion of chocolate syrup over his member and before she could get her mouth on it, he spun her body around and rammed his prick into her still food-speckled pussy. Within thirty seconds they were both coming and afterward lay exhausted on the soiled sheets.

"So, how was it? He asked.

"Better than I ever imagined it would be," she purred contentedly as his left hand stroked her chocolate stained thigh.

"Let's get cleaned up and grab a bite to eat," he said.

"Not just a bite to eat, Dutch. We've got to celebrate . . . you know, dinner and dancing. I've got just the dress and you can even wear a tie, that is if you want to," she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him.

Dutch couldn't have been happier.

"Maybe we'll walk along the beach; maybe make love again." She smiled at him, her love evident in the sparkle in her eyes.

***

Several hours later and after a wholesome meal, Dutch and Rosa found a new place that featured dancing and were seated at a table close to the bar. 

It was almost eleven and the trio of musician's were belting out a pretty good version of "Fly Me to the Moon," when Rosa saw the woman sitting down on a bar stool near them and order a drink. From the expression on her face Rosa knew she was alone.

"So, Dutch, you never told me what you fantasy was," she said, pretending to pout.

"I told you I hadn't really given any thought," he smiled back and rose asking her to dance as the trio moved into the classic "Scotch and Soda."

"Do you know this tune?" He asked as they pressed closer together.

"No, I don't think I do. It's rather nice, and the singer has a nice voice too."

"It's called Scotch and Soda, kind of a bluesy lament."

"Mmmmm," she sighed, content with her life for the first time in years.

"And you'll never guess who had the hit record. Well, it wasn't a big hit, but it was on a great album and over the years has become a kind of standard in jazz circles."

"I haven't the foggiest," she said and worked her thigh between his legs, and then giggled.

"The Kingston Trio, but it was a solo and I never knew which one recorded it."

Rosa gave him a typical female response indicating a deep interest in what he was saying, but not really caring about the music. What was really on her mind was discovering what Dutch's fantasy was. After giving her that gorgeous ring and following through by letting her live her own fantasy -- and making it better than she had ever thought it could be -- she wanted only to please him as much as he had her.

And so as Dutch lost himself in the music, Rosa scanned the patrons in the mirror behind the bar. She had already studied several couples seated at nearby tables and found none interesting enough to pay further attention too. She also ignored an older man apparently waiting for someone to arrive.

However, the lone woman was still at the bar and caught her attention and this time held it. There was something about her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. The woman was nursing the drink and smoking a cigarette. 

Rosa found herself staring at the woman wearing a pair of skin tight jeans, cowboy boots and a sexy red top that complemented her black or at least very dark hair. An expensive leather jacket was slung over the back of her barstool completed her ensemble. Then Rosa realized the woman was crying, for she pulled a tissue from her purse and dabbed at both eyes and blew her nose before taking a long drink from her glass.

'A woman with problems,' Rosa thought. "Dutch," she said softly, "Check out the cowboy boots at the bar."

He took a long look and turned to face Rosa, "Very nice, but why are you telling me to check out the competition?"

"I don't think I have any competition as far as you're concerned. We got engaged this afternoon, remember?"

"Of course I do. I just meant . . ."

"Have you thought about your fantasy?"

"Umm, not too much."

"How do two women sound?"

"Great. But you know that already, I mean after Alice and Robert and you and I partied . . . I just thought . . ."

"I mean with a complete stranger . . . like her."

"Hell, Rosa, I don't want to chase after anyone. I've got you and I'm happy."

"So . . . how's this sound to you. I seduce her and you watch us and join in after a while?"

"Sounds like it just became my fantasy," he said smiling. "In the meantime, would you care to dance?"

Smiling back at him, Rosa shook her head 'no.' "Later," she smiled. "Let me strike up a conversation with her first. If she's worth pursuing you dance with her first, okay?"

"Sure," he said and leaned back in his chair as Rosa stood up and made her way over to the woman wearing the cowboy boots. Dutch watched as all the men in the place mentally raped Rosa and the other woman as Rosa stood next to her.

Slowly, the woman realized Rosa was next to her and her eyes took her in, appraising her automatically as she had with every other woman she'd met for years.

"Can I bum a smoke from you?" Rosa asked feeling slightly embarrassed from all the male attention she was receiving.

The woman turned away from Rosa, reached for the package of Marlboro's on the bar next to her and pushed them closer to Rosa. 

"Help yourself," she said. And when Rosa had shaken one lose from the pack, the woman held a lighter out and lit it, allowing Rosa to light up.

"Many thanks," Rosa said, "It's been a while. I just felt the need. My date just said something that got on my nerves and rather than start an argument with him . . . well I wanted to put some space between us and you were handy. So thanks again."




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 06



"Don't mention it," the woman said with a wane smile. "No man is worth smoking over," she said and they both thought of the double meaning behind the words and began to laugh. "Well... I guess some leave you smoking afterward, and some are just pigs."

Rosa threw her arm around the woman, saying, "You're funny. And to think I thought I saw you crying a minute ago."

"I was, but you seem to have cheered me up. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Okay, my name's Rosa, that character at the table is Dutch, my fiancée; and that's as of today."

"Well, congratulations, Rosa. My name is Clarice, Clarice Verblanc."

They shook hands. "Glad to meet you Clarice."

"Likewise, I'm sure," Clarice responded.

"Yeah, I was tearing up a bit. I came home from work and found my husband in bed with my sister."

"My God, that must have been some scene."

"Not really. They don't know I saw 'em." The tears began to roll down her cheeks and Rosa used her napkin to dab them away.

"Thanks," Clarice said and sniffed. "I still can't believe it. My sister, that fuckin' cow . . . sorry, about the language," she paused and stopped to light her own cigarette. "I should have guessed she'd make a move on him . . ."

"Maybe it was the other way around," Rosa suggested.

"Does it really matter? I mean, there they were screwing each other's brains out . . ." Clarice was crying in earnest now, "And on my goddamn bed . . ."

She sniffed again and the tears came to a halt. "Anyway I need to get away before I did something stupid."

"Probably the best thing you could do under the circumstances," Rosa said, commiserating with her.

Rosa crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Say, why not join us? We'd love some company and I'm sure you need some right now too."

"Why not?" Clarice said and grabbing her purse with one hand, swung her skin tight jeans around, scooped up her leather jacket with the other and followed Rosa back to the table where Dutch was waiting.

Dutch saw to it that the drinks kept coming and eventually Clarice warmed to him as she had to Rosa. Soon it was as if they were old friends having the time of their lives. But Dutch noticed all the attention Rosa was paying to their new friend, rubbing her shoulder, touching her arm and squeezing her hand while emphasizing a point.

"Hey," Clarice yelled, "You guys only got engaged today. You should be dancing, not bullshitting with me." And she picked up her purse and made ready to leave.

"No!" Rosa yelled out. "Here, now you're right we should be dancing, but I want you to dance with him first."

"I couldn't," Clarice protested. 

"Why not? You need to be held by a man and Dutch here is a damn good man." She giggled, and continued, "Not to mention he's hung like a stallion!"

"Rosa!" Dutch yelled in protest, "Don't give away all my secrets," he added with a faint laugh as he rose and held his hand out to Clarice, who also got up. 

Dutch gave Rosa a knowing look, first making sure that Clarice couldn't see his expression and then with his arm around her waist they headed out onto the dance floor.

It took three dances before a slow tune began and Dutch gathered Clarice in his arms in a very gentlemanly manner.

"You are a good dancer, Dutch."

"Thank you. May I say you're not so bad yourself."

"Tell me, how did you come by Dutch as a nickname?"

With a straight face he replied, "It's my real name."

Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh . . . I am so sorry."

He laughed and said, "Just kidding. I got it in the Navy. My best buddy was Dutch and we were inseparable." He frowned and continued. "There was a stupid accident and he was killed. Me too. Almost anyway. The guys gave it to me, partly because of our friendship and partly because I was with him at the time and they all wanted to remember him."

She leaned her body into his, relaxing for the first time. "That's so sad. I'm sorry I asked, but glad I did at the same time. Is that dumb or something?"

"No, not at all. It makes perfect sense. And his leg slipped between hers just as the music ended. When they'd made their way back to the table he ordered another round of drinks. 

The band took a break. 

Clarice looked at the couple next to her and smiled. Rosa placed her hand on Clarice's.

Clarice felt the drinks working on her and as much as she was enjoying their company, decided she had better go. But go to what? She thought.

Still she felt she had to do something. "I've really got to go." She announced. "You two have been just the ticket. I really needed someone to talk with . . . spend some time with, and the two of you . . ." 

Her voice broke and she started to get up from the table, but her legs didn't provide the support she required and she staggered, and would have fallen if Dutch hadn't caught her.

"Hey, are you all right?" He asked, truly concerned.

"Do you live nearby?" Rosa inquired.

"Yeah, maybe two miles. Oh, Dutch, I'm fine. Too much to drink I guess, but I'm perfectly capable of driving . . ."

"Well we can't let you drive. Why don't we take you home and you can pick up the car tomorrow?"

"Oh I couldn't impose on you guys..." Clarice protested.

Rosa noticed it was a weak protest and pushed the point. Clarice, now leaning against Dutch took a deep breath and said, "I meant to tell you...." she pointed a finger at Dutch. "You have the nicest aftershave...."

"Thank you, Rosa bought it for me. Would you like the name?"

"Yeah, I... I'll buy some for my hus...." Reminded of why she was out drinking, Clarice burst into tears.

Rosa used the opportunity to usher her out of the lounge and toward her van, thinking they might be putting the air mattress in the back to good use tonight.

After breathing in some fresh air, Clarice lost her maudlin feelings and leaned against Dutch again. Suddenly she felt incredibly sexy and summoning up the nerve she certainly lacked while sober, said, "Is it true you're hung like a horse?"

"Naw," he said in reply, "But I am big. Wanna see it?"

She never would have said what she did next sober, but she did and the word was out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Sure," she blurted, "I'm game."

Dutch tossed Rosa the keys and opened the rear door, gave Clarice a soft pat on the ass and said, "After you and I get in we'll have the unveiling."

Clarice found that funny and giggled hysterically as she climbed in and sat down on the air mattress.

"All the comforts, eh?" She giggled, not because of the mattress, which was not uncommon in vans, but because she had just realized she liked the feel of his hand on her butt.

Would he really show her his cock, she wondered. She glanced around the parking lot had three cars in it and one of them was hers.

He didn't keep her waiting, but after unbuckling his pants, he quickly lowered them and they fell around his ankles. He wore no underwear, and his erection while not complete, was formidable enough.

"Put the light on, Rosa, give her a decent look," he said quietly and squatted in front of her.

"How are you feeling Clarice? Do they call you Clara?"

"No, Clarice. I don't like Clara at all, it was my aunt's name and I despised her for her meanness to my cat."

"So how are ya feelin'?"

"A little lightheaded and strange in that I'm in here, inches away from your ...."

"Cock?"

"Yeah... your cock."

He reached out to her and caressed her arm. Clarice found his touch so delicate that the hairs on her arm stood up.

He remained squatting in front of her and noticed Rosa, in the front seat carefully lowering the passenger seat back to enable her both a field of vision to the goings on and easy access if she should decide to join them.

Still holding her arm, he turned her palm up and licked its center, slowly moving his tongue up the inside of her wrist.

Clarice thought this was the most romantic gesture and was suddenly consumed by a desire to taste his cock.

Rosa noted Clarice's breathing was a just little faster and perhaps a little shallower; her face was flushed; and she was rubbing the back of her neck as if trying to make a decision.

As for Clarice herself, she felt herself growing hotter and found it difficult to breathe. She rubbed her neck, then dabbed at her flushed face while keeping her eyes riveted on the image of his cock as it dangled in front of her.

"You don't have an erection!" She heard herself say aloud. Then bit her lip in consternation as she realized he was laughing at her comment.

"I will, be patient."

She had a strong desire to touch it and did so, but only after glancing at Rosa who seemed to nod her assent. Clarice placed a hand under his cock and hefted it, lifting it slightly so that it was nearly poking her in the face.

"Jesus!" she murmured aloud, "it's so thick! Does he hurt you with it Rosa?"

Rosa's laugh was a low tinkle. "No, never! It has the most . . . exhilarating feeling. It fills me completely and I come every time he's in me."

With an almost hypnotic movement, Clarice guided it to her lips and drew it along her mouth, first over the upper lip and then the lower. Then she licked it and in a few short seconds Dutch's crown was lathered with her saliva. 

Both Dutch and Rosa watched with fevered anticipation as Clarice delivered the first suck to the glistening head.

"Mmmm, it tastes sweet," she murmured, and then widened her mouth enough to accept him enough to swirl her tongue around the corona. 

To herself Clarice thought, There is nothing like the sensation of having a cock swell to full hardness in one's mouth. Closing her eyes she reveled in the different sensations as they presented themselves to her; the soft, velvety texture of his flesh; the way in which his cock actually jumped in her mouth; the pulsating warmth it produced as it continued to grow, almost too alarming proportions.

Would she choke on him? she wondered.

She pulled back her teeth, careful not to bite him and allowed him to continue expanding between her lips. A tentative suck brought a moan from him and she realized someone was squeezing her right breast − Rosa, it had to Rosa. 

No matter, she told herself, it feels great and what the hell, we're all friends here. I'm blowing her husband . . . no, her fiancée . . . he's her fiancée, I gotta keep that straight, she told herself, feeling a little dizzy from the drinks and her euphoria. 

Taking care so as not to choke on his thick length, she allowed another inch or so into her mouth and then swallowed some of the excess saliva. It's actually amazing, she told herself, I can lick him even though it seems he's filled my mouth completely. 

Dutch, growing tired from squatting, knelt down, causing Clarice to lower her head and raise her rear-end. Dutch hesitated a moment, then began fucking her mouth with slow easy thrusts. Clarice's eyes fluttered open and then closed as she adapted to his rhythm.

Rosa could hold back no longer, letting go of the woman's breast she clambered into the back and knelt alongside Clarice.

As if directing a movie, she had Dutch lie on his back, and before positioning Clarice, began opening her jeans.

Realizing what she was up to; Clarice released Dutch and began assisting Rosa. Soon her jeans were open and moving down to her hips. Clarice recaptured the wandering prick, inserting back in her mouth and she resumed her blowjob.

Rosa's hand quickly covered her panty-clad ass and slithered down her crack and over her pubis.

This startled Clarice and she jerked away. A moment later Clarice heard a car engine start and ducked her head as the car's headlights flashed over Rosa's van. She giggled, removed his cock from her mouth, giggled again, more clearly this time.

"I feel like a teenager," she said tittering and then shuddered as Rosa's finger lightly danced over her pubis, announcing to Clarice that the game was taking a decidedly different turn than she had expected.

Clarice moaned and halted her blowjob on Dutch. "Let me help you get them off, sweetie," she said to Rosa. She was no longer giggling.

Dutch held his erection, giving slow strokes to keep it firm and ready, watching as Clarice was eased out of her boots and then her skin-tight jeans. How the fuck do they get into those things? He asked himself and then groaned with pleasure as her mouth found him once again and the incredible warmth closed in on his prick.

Clarice managed to retain his cock while shucking her jeans off her feet. Rosa was content to lower Clarice's panties to her calves and reaching around her thighs to spread her labia with her fingers. 

Clarice's sucking increased in its intensity. She moaned loudly at the initial touch of Rosa's mouth on her bush-covered folds.

"You should know... "Clarice said, half groaning, "I've never done it with a woman before."

"Well you've been missing something special, baby," Rosa said, her voice dripping with lust, and after her recent encounters with Alice and Molly, demonstrated her expertise by licking the length of Clarice's hairy cunt. 

She found Clarice's clit peeking out at her and teased it with her tongue and then quickly returned to licking and sucking on her inner labia. For her part, Clarice was furiously sucking away on Dutch's mammoth hardon. 

Clarice had of course experience cunnilingus before. At eighteen a boyfriend had tried it out on her and she'd found it pleasant, but unfulfilling. Her husband had also gone down on her several times, with the first time being much better than the others. 

But with the first touch of Rosa's tongue upon her genitals Clarice knew this would be the best of all and partly because of that and partly because she wanted to do every nasty thing these people wanted her to get back at her miserable bastard of a husband and her slut of a sister she never protested, merely grunted her acceptance to Rosa's assault on her pussy.

Concentrating on sucking his cock, Clarice thought about his size, automatically comparing him to her husband, who was endowed with a slim, five inch member.

Jesus, I bet I could grip him with three hands if I had them, and to prove it to herself, placed both hands around him, jerking him up and down as she energetically bobbed her head sucking him off, until... a muffled whimper tore from her filled throat. 

"Oh God!" For Rosa's tongue was worming its way down the crease between her inner and outer lips. 

And with the completion of each lap, she drove her tongue into Clarice's juicy slit.

Clarice had never had anyone do this to her before and she was both confused and elated. Am I a lesbian? she wondered; and as Rosa's chin rubbed over her clitoris, bringing an unbelievably pleasant sensation, she no longer gave a damn one way or the other.

Through the fast enveloping fog of desire, Clarice heard a voice calling to her.

"Do you want me to stop?" 

It was Rosa whispering to her. Clarice also realized that her breasts were now exposed; although her bra was still on, twisted around so that they had no choice but to spill out of their confining cups. He was tweaking her nipples and she found that even though she hated it when her husband did it, this was divinely pleasant. Each and every tweak sending a thrill right to her pelvic area.

"Should I stop?" Rosa inquired.

"No! It's just that I . . ." Clarice stammered, feeling lightheaded from the earlier drinks and naïve at her sexual inexperience while the pleasant sensations reverberated throughout her body. She was forced to lean her hand against the door panel for support. 

"I like . . . what you're doing," she said, and resumed sucking on the wonderful cock hovering in front of her face.

Rosa concentrated on making her feel good, sealing her lips around Clarice's now protruding clit and gently sucking on the loose skin of the hood. Clarice gasped and began to choke. She was forced to expel his delicious member in order to regain her breath. 

But Rosa continued, unrelenting in her assault on Clarice's cunt. She literally savaged the base of her swollen clit, with continued pressure, alternating only to tease her in a different manner by rolling it under her tongue.

"I can't . . . suck him, Rosa!" She complained, looking back at Rosa.

"Shall I stop?"

"God no! I'm gonna come any second now!"

And to demonstrate the truth of her claim, Clarice trembled once again and followed up by grinding her hips against Rosa's questing mouth. Rosa took this as a sign to move on, but first ordered Clarice to "Keep sucking on him!"

Which she did, Dutch's grateful groan signaled Rosa that Clarice had complied and she dipped her middle finger into Clarice's slippery cunt to the first knuckle.

"Naugh!" Clarice moaned, not letting loose of the prick rubbing against the roof of her mouth.

Rosa rubbed the pad of her finger along the inner ridges of her fiery pussy, causing Clarice to repeat her moan. Then, changing tactics, she removed her finger, licking once to sample the inner most juices while Clarice bemoaned the loss of the finger she had grown used to.

Smiling lewdly, Rosa sent two fingers into Clarice this time. Because of the angle, she couldn't get more than the first two knuckles into her, but the effect was tremendous. Clarice gyrated her hips and moaned softly while sucking on Dutch's shaft. 

As Rosa's fingers plowed into Clarice's cunt, Rosa renewed her attack on the engorged clitoris, increasing both the intensity of Clarice's moans and groans along with her jerking and sucking on his cock. The saliva ran freely down Clarice's chin. 

In similar fashion, Rosa's cheeks and chin were covered with Clarice's sweet, tangy juices.

Then the orgasm struck a mighty blow, overpowering Clarice who involuntarily bucked her hips into Rosa's face. She released Dutch from her mouth. It was the last conscious thing she would recall for a while.

Rosa didn't let up. Her tongue swirled round and round the woman's clit, flicking against the little pearl every few seconds, causing another tidal wave to wash over poor Clarice.

One -- two -- three- four seconds elapsed and then Clarice was back with a vengeance, Tearing herself away from Rosa's loving mouth, she pushed him down so that he was flat on his back and straddled him, facing his feet and Rosa. Then reaching behind her she gripped his turgid prick and pumped him vigorously four or five times.

Dutch groaned.

Rosa watched as Clarice steadied herself, leaning her free hand against the front seat, and placed the tip of his prick to the slightly opened slit of her cunt and lowered herself down on his pole. 

Almost immediately Dutch began to stroke her flanks with his hands. Rosa moved in front of Clarice and caressed her right breast and suckled the left, while Clarice leaned forward using Dutch's knees for support as she made her breasts available to Rosa's hungry mouth and tongue.

Clarice's eyes had a wild, foreign glaze to them. Although in the darkened car no one could see well enough to discern it. She rose up several inches, then sank back down and savored the feel of his penetrating cock as it caressed the walls of her cunt. She quickly discovered that from this position she could readily direct his cock anywhere she wanted it to go. A brief smile flickered across her face and her hand reached out to cup Rosa's head and draw it tighter to her yearning tit.

Then as she rose up he followed, driving his thick prick further along her cuntal channels as she sank back down upon him. 

Clarice shouted out as the sensations from his deeper penetration brought her to another, much more forceful orgasm.

So this is what they mean when they say well fucked, she thought through a sexual haze, then shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath. Dutch raised his hands to her hips and clenched his buttocks, Clarice cried out softly as his swollen cock briefly rubbed against her "G" Spot.




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 06



"What?" She said, wondering why she would have to pee at such a time.

He seemed to have read her mind.

"You don't have to go."And he shifted slightly and rubbed his cockhead over the same spot.

"Whoa!" she huffed.

"Something else, isn't it?" He husked.

"Jesus! What the fuck is that you're doing? 

No . . . don't answer, just keep on doing it."

He did and her orgasm followed on the heels of his rubbing her once more. She clenched her cuntal muscles around him as her face contorted in a mask of pleasure. 

Rosa was biting and chewing on one nipple while stretching the other to twice its normal length.

If Clarice noticed at all, it was only the pleasant pain that reached her for her senses went into overload and she blacked out and rolled off Dutch.

The sight of his thick, glistening cock as it popped out of the squishy clinging steaminess of Clarice's hair-fringed opening was too much for Rosa to bear and she mounted him quickly, her wet cunt clutching at him as he sliced into her.

Bending forward, she signaled him to kiss her and somehow they managed to carry it off. He tasted Clarice's juices on her tongue as they licked one another; while Rosa's cunt was doing kegels as she gasped and squirmed above him.

They ended the kiss and with nostrils flaring, she sucked in a deep breath and managed to squat over him without moving for a few moments; simply enjoying the feeling of fullness in her pussy. Only when Dutch moved his hands up her torso to cup her breasts did she start rocking her hips back and forth.

Clarice returned from her dreamy world of ecstasy and was content to watch Rosa riding Dutch. Slowly, so very slowly, Rosa lifted herself off him. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the feelings in her cunt. At the top of her rise, she took a deep breath, moaning softly and when she settled onto him again, she exhaled slowly and then licked her lips.

Clarice reached over and tweaked Rosa's puffy brown nipples, teasing them until they were reddish and hard. 

For a few moments, Dutch simply watched Rosa's facial expression as she moved above him. A familiar flush was slowly spreading down her face to her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through her nose, lost in concentration. 

He knew she was seconds away from exploding. Her pussy had him clenched as tight as he could remember and he reveled in the feeling of friction as her inner walls rubbed against him. With each down stroke, she ground her hips against him, pressing her clit against the base of his cock. 

Her breathing became quick and shallow, and the flush spread over her entire chest. Dutch cupped the cheeks of her ass and squeezed then tightly closed only to pry them open again a moment later. She collapsed on his chest as he hammered his thick member into her.

Rosa moaned and clutched at his shoulder with one hand, the other was feverously rubbing her clitoris. He increased his pace, was now jack-hammering into her. 

He couldn't keep this up, no man could, but while he managed it, Rosa had no recourse but to let herself go. To this end she started kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, as her cunt spasmed and clutched at his rampaging prick. 

Then she went rigid. Dutch slammed into her one last time and Rosa screamed and came. Dutch felt a rush of moisture wash over his cock and Rosa's cries abruptly ceased. He felt her hips quiver as he continued to pump into her, and only when he knew his own release was close did he stop and pull out.

"Clarice your mouth!" he hollered, vigorously stroking his massive hardon. Quickly Clarice scrambled to put her face in front of his cock and opened her mouth. She had seen too many X-rated movies not to know what was expected of her and she was anxious to comply.

The first rope of ejaculate rocketed from his prick and collided with Clarice's nose. She closed her eyes. The second had a small arc to it and found her waiting mouth, which she promptly closed. The third and final line landed just beneath her left eye and quickly rolled down her cheek. 

As she opened her eyes, Rosa kissed her and the two women shared his semen. Then Rosa, using a finger scraped the residue from her cheek and fed it to her. Clarice seemed eager to accept the offering. The remaining sperm Rosa took from Clarice's nose and swallowed it herself. Then the women kissed again, a long, lingering kiss that set both afire again.

Rosa allowed her body down to rest on Clarice's. Both women's bodies were slick with sweat and a still smoldering desire for more sex. Rosa's arms were draped across Clarice's breasts, their legs entwined, while the fingers of Clarice's left hand toyed with Rosa's hair.

"Well," Dutch said, "that seemed like a good start."

Both women smiled at his comment, but said nothing.

"Lie back honey," Rosa said softly and Clarice rolled away from her and lay on her back, waiting for whatever Rosa had in mind.

She could smell the woman's arousal and wanted to taste her. Would she moan and grind her pussy in my face? Clarice wondered. Have I always wanted to do this?

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her own odors drifted up and into her flared nostrils. Jesus, I can smell the both of us. It's like a primal sense. She sniffed again and this time realized she could smell him too.

Rosa climbed lithely onto Clarice's supine form; her face toward Clarice's feet. Clarice spread her legs and immediately felt Rosa's hot breath blowing on her cunt. She moaned quietly and pushed her hips upward and moaned loudly as she felt the serpentine tongue slither through her entrance.

Clarice ran her hands along Rosa's waist just as Rosa patiently placed her crotch over Clarice's face. Clarice's inhibitions already at an all time low, vanished completed as the smell of Rosa's hot cunt settled down and was absorbed in the next breath Clarice took.

She tentatively licked Rosa's labia, then her curiosity satisfied, went to work. One moment her tongue was delving downward and piercing Rosa's slit. The next, her tongue curled up and sought out Rosa's pearl of a clit, rubbing it so gently it compelled Rosa to stop what she was doing and groan long and loud.

A second later, Rosa on catching her breath, gasped, "Oh, yeah, baby! That's it, you've done this before!"

Clarice stopped to protest, "No, no, I've never . . . "

"Well you're a natural at it. Keep eating me baby, I love it!"

To Dutch, who was enjoying watching the women, it was obvious that Clarice was enjoying herself too. And, after a few minutes he spread her ass cheeks apart and began running his tongue around her rectum. After sufficient saliva was deposited he inserted a finger in her ass and slowly began working it in and out. 

Clarice loved this new sensation and responded by increasing the intensity of her sucking on Rosa's cunt. A slight problem arose when Rosa suddenly abandoned her licking and sucking of Clarice. 

But Clarice was not put off by it; instead she shifted position, making sure Dutch's finger remained firmly in place in her ass and ran her tongue over Rosa's collarbone, gradually shifting lower to Rosa's breasts. Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to lick concentric circles around Rosa's right breast, around and around until she was circling the areola.

"Jesus," gasped Rosa, "you're sensational at this!"

And for Rosa it got even better, for as Clarice wriggled her ass for Dutch's benefit, she allowed her teeth to graze along Rosa's elongated nipple as she sucked on it, causing Rosa to moan in ecstasy.

As soon as Dutch realized what was happening, he brought his free hand to Rosa's cunt and sent two fingers in search of her "G" spot.

Clarice's tongue flattened out against Rosa's chest and laved its way down the cleavage between Rosa's breasts, leaving a trail of saliva behind her.

"Oh!" Rosa gasped, sucking in her breath.

Just as Dutch located her special spot, Clarice sent a series of butterfly kisses along her belly as she began her return to Rosa's cunt.

"Oh!" Rosa gasped, exhaling with a whoosh.

Dutch was ramming his finger into Clarice with a heightened regularity at this point, stopping only when he found the 'pad' that symbolized the most sensual part of womanhood. And with Rosa's reverberating, "ARRRGHH!" ringing in the air, inserted a second finger into Clarice's ass.

"OHHH!" Clarice moaned, and then forced herself to concentrate on eating out Rosa.

But Dutch was hard again and in the next few seconds would make eating Rosa out of the question. With one last rub upon Rosa's "G" Spot, he abandoned her cunt in order to grip his own cock and aim it at Clarice's asshole. Pulling his fingers out with a soft "Pop", he quickly shoved his thick cock into Clarice's puckered shitter.

"OH, MY GOD!" Clarice screeched, stunned at the pain suddenly inflicted on her. 

"Only hurts for a minute, baby," he whispered in her ear.

"Christ, Dutch, what the hell are you doing?" Rosa shouted, upset at the interruption of her approaching orgasm.

"Patience everyone, the Dutchman rides again," he barked, and drove his cock another inch or so into poor Clarice's asshole.

Clarice took the pain and forced herself to lower her mouth back down onto Rosa's puffed up labia and resume her oral ministrations by blowing gently on Rosa's clitoris.

"You bitch," Clarice said through gritted teeth as Dutch slammed into her once more. "You knew he'd screw me back there, didn't you?"

"No . . ." Rosa said, thinking to deny the accusation. Then thinking better of it, she stammered, "Maybe...maybe, he loves anal fucking. We do it all the time. I... like it myself."

"It probably doesn't hurt you like it does me. Can you stop him?'

Without answering, Rosa called out, "Dutch, stop it. You're really hurting her. Please stop it."

And he did. Pulling out of her and holding his throbbing cock in his hand while he glared at the two women.

Clarice chose to ignore his glare and attacked Rosa's clit with a vengeance; her nose pushed between the cheeks of Rosa's ass; her lips mashed into the dripping fluids oozing forth from her earlier orgasm; and then her tongue snaked slowly up, up, up, and into her slimy cunt. 

To Clarice, it seemed her tongue was reaching further along than ever before, not that she had performed cunnilingus before, but she considered herself proficient at giving head. At any rate, she treated as such, making it writhe like the living thing it was. 

Rosa's back stiffened and arched, and she reflexively raised her ass and pressed back to give Clarice's tongue greater access. Rosa shuddered and went through a prolonged climax. 

Clarice kept going until her tongue tired, gave Rosa a last gentle lick, pulled back and smacked her lips in satisfaction, thinking that she had just gone down on another woman and found the experience delightful. Even as she thought about it, she was amazed at herself. I HAD done the 'nasty' and reveled in it! 

Then not unexpectedly, Clarice felt Dutch's hands on her rear end. He turned her around, bracing her knees against her chest, and with her legs over his shoulders he set his cock at her entrance and shoved into her. It wasn't as comfortable an entry as the first time, but it was certainly far less painful than his anal assault had been.

What Clarice realized early on was that his penetration was far deeper than it had been earlier. And when he squeezed her legs together her senses caught fire. She felt his cock within her as never before. She imagined that she could feel his veins as he throbbed inside her, and her orgasm was quick to arrive as she clung to his buttocks and waist, pulling him ever deeper, she came and came and came. Only her plea of "No more . . . please, no more," caused him to stop fucking her and roll away.

Later the women would be telling "war" stories and trying to figure out who had had the most orgasms. They never resolved the discussion to anyone's satisfaction. But Dutch still hadn't finished, and both women began to suck and lick him. Clarice bent down and ran the tip of her tongue down his stomach, through his bush to his cock and up to the tip, while Rosa gently nipped at his testicles.

Clarice lightly kissed the very tip of his thickened member, than parted her lips and let him sink into her hot, wet mouth. Rosa ran an errant finger along the crack of his ass to his rectum and began to draw slow circles around its circumference. 

Slowly Clarice began to move her head up and down, stroking him, while running her fingers through the hair on his chest, scratching him lightly with her fingernails.

Rosa, having cupped his balls in one hand proceeded to work a finger on her free hand into his sweaty asshole.

Dutch groaned.

Rosa released his balls and reached up to pull his face to hers. They kissed, long and deep, stroking each other's tongue in the process. Dutch's hand cupped Rosa's breast, rubbing the nipples until both were inflamed and stretching out to their respective limits. 

In truth, one of her nipples was slightly longer than the other. Dutch teased her about it, telling her he'd have to work longer on the shorter one. Rosa laughed and said it was all right with her.

And all the while Clarice continued her onslaught on his turgid prick; stoking it to ensure its rigidity, taking short sucks on the head and wetting it with her saliva until Rosa joined her once again.

Then both began to use their mouths on his prick - licking on opposite sides; pausing briefly to kiss each other; and then alternating in turn sucking him while the other licked and played with his balls.

Soon Dutch was throwing his head from side to side, groaning with pleasure. He placed a hand on each woman's head and twisted his fingers in their hair and applied enough pressure to compel them to push even closer to his loins.

The women work faster, more efficiently on him; taking turns bobbing up and down. Rosa deep throated him; Clarice swirling her magnificent tongue over his corona. Rosa drove her tongue into his ass as Clarice jerked him furiously.

"I'm gonna come! Dutch shouted. And he does. Clarice happened to have him in her mouth at that moment and rushed to remove him so that Rosa could share in his spurting seed.

But a man only has so much to give in a short period and what came out was a mere trickle which the women dutifully shared, meager as it was.

And, as Dutch sank back panting, Rosa climbed over him and lay on his chest, kissing his ear lobes and neck until feeling Clarice's mouth once more on her labia. She moaned softly and abandoned Dutch, moving into the 69 position.

The van rang with the intensity of their moans and groans as both lavished sucks and licks on each other. 

Clarice thought Rosa's tongue felt like a finger as it probed her pussy, slurping up all the juices within. For her part, Clarice inserted two fingers into Rosa and began plunging them in and out, making squishy sounds as Rosa's cunt juices surged from her inner recesses. Then Clarice lowered her mouth to Rosa and sucked on her clit, bringing Rosa to one last, spectacular climax.

Dutch replaced Rosa at the mouth of Clarice's cunt and after only a few thrusts of his tongue Clarice screamed out and came hard.

Both women found themselves totally exhausted and lay gasping on their backs.

"I say," Dutch began, as he wiped his mouth with his forearm, "we take this show to my place and finish the night in comfort.

Clarice moaned at this and said, "Oh, no. Please, I need to go home now. I'm sober . . . Christ am I sober. I'll drive myself home. Where are my clothes?"

"Okay," Dutch said the glumness of his true feelings inescapably obvious to all.

Clarice was struggling into her jeans as Rosa searched for her second boot and finally located it on the front seat.

When she was fully dressed, Clarice gave both Rosa and Dutch a last kiss and walked to her car, got in without looking back and drove off.

"We didn't even get a phone number," he said.

Being a little more practical Rosa said, "We got everything she had to give, Dutch."



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Chapter 7

Formerly 26.

August 10th - Beginning of a Long Day

8:15AM

At the Stinson household, Peggy gathered up her schoolbooks and ran for the door, remembering at the last second to call out a pleasant goodbye to her Mother, Ann and to her brother Davy who was going to be home with an upset stomach. Two blocks later just before reaching Kathy's, with whom she'd garner a ride, she remembered her English assignment which was due that morning was still on the dresser in her bedroom. She waved to Kathy who was waiting by her car, signaling her to leave without her. Turning around she ran back to the house, opened the door with her key and walked to her room where she picked up her assignment and placed it in her book bag.

Only as she was about to step out the front door did she hear them.

"Davy? Would you like to take a shower with me?" It was her mother's voice. "That way we can wash each other." This was followed by a lewd giggle.

She heard her brother say, "Really?" 

Peggy froze in place, waiting to see what would happen next. Ann laughed and said, "Yes, that is unless you don't want too." 

"Sure I do. You bet I do!" He shouted gleefully and Peggy heard his feet hit the floor and visualized him leaping out of his 'sick bed'.

'What the hell was going on?' Peggy wondered, and stealthily moved closer to the master bedroom. The door was wide open and Peggy had a clear view of the master bath's shower. Her mother, Ann, was already in the bathroom hanging up her robe. She was nude and while Peggy had seen her naked before, she began a careful study of her mother's form. Ann was trim for her age, with a wonderful pair of breasts. Peggy knew they were 36 C from washing her mother's bra's every week. She was surprised to note that her mother had trimmed her ample bush, now it was a neatly trimmed triangle, exposing her lower labia, which disclosed two rather thick lips, at least as far as Peggy was concerned. 

Aside from her own, Peggy had only Kathy and Martha's pussy's to compare it with and Kathy's labia tended toward the thin side, Martha's were full and very thick. Peggy then thought of her own pussy and realized she was very much like her mother.

'They should be,' she thought, 'genetics and all,' but soon forgot about her mother's sex organ as Davy's rock hard erection came into view. It was sticking almost straight up against his abdomen. 

'My God,' Peggy thought, 'he's a stud!'

"Is that for me?" She heard her mother ask playfully.

"You bet," he said as Ann reached in and turned the shower on, waiting patiently until the water was warm before she stepped in.

"Come on in, the water's perfect," she laughed and Davy ventured his right foot in, grunted and then followed her, stepping completely into the shower.

Ann's thirty-seven year old mind was racing a mile a minute. 'I'm going to do it aren't I? I'm going to fuck my son. I can't wait to have him and his gorgeous cock inside me'

Peggy carefully backed up until she was on the bedroom carpet and then quietly moved into the kitchen and placed her book bag near the front door, removed her shoes and quietly returned to her watching place. 

Ann's heart was beating wildly at both the thought of what other's might think of her if they learned what she was about to do, no what she had already done with Davy; and also what sensual pleasure lay ahead for the two of them. She was brought back to reality by Davy who cupped her breast and brought it close to his mouth.

"Ready Mom?"

With a stern expression on her face, she removed her tit from his greedy mouth.

"Let's get washed up first, shall we?"

"Whatever," he said, and reached for the bar of Ivory soap and began to rub it over her back and shoulders.

"Mmmm," Ann hummed at the touch and felt her excitement mount. Taking the bar of soap from him, she did his arms, shoulders and back. Then she knelt and did his thighs and legs before turning him around, and carefully avoiding his erection, continued washing his body.

Once he was fully soaped up Ann leaned into him, hugging him from behind and pressing her nude body up against his began to move her body from side to side and then up and down so that her body appeared to be giving him an erotic massage.

Davy closed his eyes and reached for his steel hard cock.

Ann's arms wrapped around his belly and on noting where his hands were, began sliding her hands over his chest and stomach. She found that despite her good intentions she couldn't keep her hands off his privates and sought out his soapy cock, displacing his hand which went behind him to play with her pussy.

Quietly Peggy improved her vantage point by moving into the bedroom and peering into the master bath.

As for Davy, never in his wildest erotic dreams had he pictured what was actually happening to him. His mother's hand tantalizingly jerking him off as her soapy wet tits slid up and down his back. 'Will she do something different this time,' he wondered, 'or will she end up giving me another blow job?'

Just then, Ann released his prick and placed both of her hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face her. 

"Do me now," she said weakly and discovered her legs were as weak as her voice.

Davy's hands began soaping the gentle, firm swells of her breasts. He almost came as he felt her nipples grow hard under his touch. This was the greatest moment of his life and he knew it.

Ann's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the tender way her son was bathing her.

Peggy's legs also grew weak and she was forced to knell on one knee or risk falling to the carpeted floor. It was as if Davy's hand were brushing over her breasts with the soapy washcloth. Peggy ran her hand over the outside of her jeans, pressing her fingers into her pussy and bemoaning the fact that she hadn't worn a dress or skirt that day.

Davy's hands ventured south. 'Would she let him touch her there?'

He was so nervous he dropped the washcloth, but refused to remove his hand from her hot flesh to retrieve it. His fingers encountered the triangular bush that hovered just above her secret opening and became entwined in her short course pubic hairs.

His mother gave no sign that she objected to this and he continued, moving lower.

Suddenly his mother startled him by moving. He froze. It took a couple seconds before he realized that she had opened her legs. 'She must want me to continue,' he thought, his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour.

Slowly, so very slowly that Ann thought she would die before he reached his target; Davy's fingers crept lower until they finally reached her mons.

She sighed under the waterfall of the shower cascading down upon them and to Davy it seemed she had shouted and he quickly pulled his hand away.

"No Davy, it's all right. Touch me. Touch me there." His mother said dreamily.

Davy almost lost his mind when he felt her pussy's lips for the very first time and groaned in shear pleasure as his finger tips explored the new and foreign territory. As he grew more confident, he put his left hand into play, at first just cupping a breast, but then sliding around, enjoying the feel of her silky flesh and the pebbled center of her areola. 

As his middle finger moved along her labia, Ann shifted position ever so slightly. This put Davy's cock in line with her rear and as he soon discovered to his delight, when he moved from side to side, his sensitive member could feel curved shape of each of his mother's ass cheeks.

Peggy, riveted to the couple's actions, struggled to open her jeans even more without making a sound. When she had accomplished this by no means easy task, her fingers dipped down into the center of her panties felt her wetness and eased a finger into her cunt.

The sensation of his mother's ass against his member was too much for the youngster and holding himself in hand gave two short strokes and groaned.

"You're not . . ." His mother gasped.

But he was. And he spewed several long lines of sperm on Ann, from the middle of her shoulder blades to her calves, before she managed to turn and gather his soap covered prick into her mouth. The shear pleasure of this experience was beyond Davy's capability to verbalize. All he really knew was that the feelings were out of this world and nothing could ever surpass them except to do it over and over again.

For a short time they stood there staring at each other. Then Ann put a hand on his neck and kissed him. Davy was kind of shocked to feel her tongue trying to push its way into his mouth, but relented quickly enough, allowing his mother's tongue to enter his mouth after running over his lips. Slowly Davy got the hang of it and began to let his own tongue join in the exploration. 

Peggy having come instantly on seeing her brother's cock explode all over her mother, would carry that image with her for the rest of her life. Henceforth, she would demand her male partner ejaculate into her face, rather than in her mouth during, or rather on the completion of oral sex.

As she recovered from her heavy climax she became more alert and fearing detection, made her way back to the kitchen, cleaned herself with a dish towel, made sure she had her English paper, quietly left the house and walked the three miles to school. Along the way, she debated on whether or not to confide in her best friend, Kathy Thorenson.

***

8:45AM

And several blocks away, Marlene Bain, Martha's daughter, succumbed to temptation and accepted the ride offered by Dickie Heaton and Gerry Mayer. 

Marlene was thrilled to be riding in a car with older boys and readily agreed to their offer of spending the day cruising around instead of going to class. She readily dismissed the earlier warnings of her friends Kathy and Peggy; and had never really heeded her mother's admonitions about going out with older boys.

Rationalizing that she hadn't missed school in over a month, it was an easy decision for her to make, especially since Dickie was so cute and she was also mildly interested in finding out if the rumors about Gerry were true, that being if his nickname, Snake, pertained to the size of his penis.

Dickie maneuvered his Camero away from the high school, seeking a wooded area where they could see how far Marlene would go. She was sitting on Gerry's lap, laughing gaily at everything either of them said to her.

The thought crossed his mind that they could threatened her to put out or get out if they drove far enough, but he was low on gas and had no money to buy more. 

Marlene felt Gerry growing hard against her rear end and subtly wriggled her butt until it was pressing against the crevice of her ass. 'Mmmm, that's really nice,' she thought and didn't protest when Gerry turned her head toward him and tried to French kiss her. 

"Hey," she said in a mild protest, "take it easy!'

"I only want a kiss," Gerry said and humped his cock at her ass.

"Well, maybe one," she said agreeably and closed her eyes.

The second his mouth touched hers, Marlene opened her mouth to accept his tongue, only Gerry had shied away from trying to go to fast to soon. Marlene rectified the problem by tonguing him. Soon they were lost in the midst of a torrid kiss and Gerry's hand was groping her right breast.

Of course, Dickie took all this in and turned the car around. After driving two blocks he decided to interrupt the kissing couple.

"Hey guys, what do you think about popping in on Micah? His folks are out of town and I heard he has some grass that's numero uno stuff."

"Sounds cool to me," Gerry said; and fondling Marlene's breast asked her what she thought.

"I guess its okay. Is it really good stuff?"

"The best there is," Dickie assured her as he headed toward Micah's.

***

9:00 AM

Back at the Stinson's, Ann and Davy had left the shower and wet towels on the tiled floor and were now in her bedroom; both remained nude.

Detecting some hesitation in Davy, Ann gave him no time to think, but pulled him into her ample breasts and kissed him again. They shared what was really a sloppy, wet French kiss and his moan was music to her ears. Reaching with her hand, Ann discovered her son had another erection, gripped him and squeezed.

He moaned again and spun out of the kiss.

"What . . ."

"Relax Davy, Mommy's here to help you grow into a man."

"Are we gonna . . ."

"Fuck?"

"Um, yeah," he panted, feeling his throbbing prick in her hand.

"We will . . . in a while."

"But . . ."

"Take it easy, Davy, we'll get to that part, but first I want you to touch me. I want to feel your finger in me, do you understand?"

He seemed to be frozen in place, staring at her pussy, but unable to move.

Ann took his hand and led it to her opening, and then still holding his hand helped him insert his middle finger into her slit.

Both moaned at the contact, although for different reasons. Davy couldn't believe what he was actually experiencing. Ann's moan was more one of blissful content in that her son finally was inside her. She could only smile before engaging her son in another, more palatable French kiss and afterward told him, "Just think, in a few minutes it will be your lovely cock in there."

As he became accustomed to fingering her, Ann dreamily reflected back to her high school days and those classmates she had called sluts, or whores and wondered where they had first learned about sex. A smile crossed her lips. 'Could it have been from their fathers and mothers? They made no bones about sex. They thoroughly enjoyed it; and the more the merrier. That was until they became pregnant. Then it was a different story. But it was different these days with the pill and condoms playing a major role in most sexual contact.' She made a mental note to insist that Davy use contraceptives with his partners, herself excepted of course.

He had two fingers sloshing in and out of his mother at this point and for his part, couldn't believe it was really happening. 'It's a wet dream,' he told himself, 'it really is.' And then he recalled the day before when his mother had jerked him off and knew it was truly happening.

Ann felt her orgasm coming on and gripped Davy's shoulders as it arrived, brought on by his fingers. She began to groan and sway from side to side as she came, seeing brilliant, exploding colors and flashes of light streak across her closed eyes and she silently thanked Davy for providing her with her very own private fireworks display. 

9:15 AM 

Rosa and Dutch arrived at the jewelry store. Marcia wasn't there much to Dutch's relief. The ring was promptly resized to fit Rosa's finger and the jeweler made certain the diamond was securely fastened to the prongs holding the setting together. The happy couple kissed and Dutch headed off to work. Rosa was taking the morning off to show the ring off to her friends. It was her intention to wow her coworkers later in the day.

9:20 AM 

Marlene permitted Gerry to unbutton her blouse, forgetting about the sheets of newspaper she had tucked into her bra for extra padding. Much later, she would think back and conclude his actions were unforgivable, but when Gerry's hand delved into her bra and pulled out the newspapers, he made a joke of it and she was instantly miserable.

"Hey, look at this!" He yelled, causing Dickie to swerve into the next lane before gaining control of the Camero once again. "She's got the comics stuffed in her bra: Beetle Bailey, and Hi & Lois!"

Dickie, being a little older and much more sensible, made light of it, saying, "So what, a girl does what she's gotta do. You don't wanna play with her titties? Well I Do! And keep your mouth shut about this. Marlene's a friend of ours and we don't mock our friends."

A mortified Marlene turned her doe-like eyes on Dickie, they were full of gratitude and saw him in a new light -- a knight in shining armor -- and his plain looks were suddenly gorgeous. 

She let Dickie get a good look at her boobs and then buttoned her blouse up, turning to glare at Gerry until Dickie pulled into Micah's driveway. There was another car parked there, a Ford Mustang. Dickie parked alongside and they all got out, with Marlene placing herself next to Dickie and putting distance between herself and Gerry.

Micah opened the door on the second buzz. He was smiling the smile that only the truly stoned seemed to possess.

"Hey man," he said high-fiving Gerry while nodding to Dickie and saying, "Dude," in greeting to Dickie.

"So who's here?" Dickie asked, knowing Micah wouldn't be this stoned if he were alone.

"Just Janis and me," he replied. Janis being Janis Stanley, a junior college drop-out from a different high school all the others attended.

Janis sauntered into the foyer to see who had arrived. She too was stoned. She was wearing only a black wonder bra and a short, slut-skirt that barely covered her ass when she was standing. The swells of her youthful breasts were apparent thanks to the great engineering going into the aptly named 'Wonder-bra'. Marlene guessed Janis was a size 32, but had to concede that she was a pretty girl, with a clear complexion, not like Marlene who had a mild case of acne to contend with.

Everyone moved into the living room and found a place to sit. Marlene chose the loveseat where Dickie had just settled, joining him. Dickie's arm went around her shoulder and she quickly wormed her rear closer to him. Micah sat in an armchair and Janis sat on his lap. That left Gerry. Somewhat disgruntled, he moved to the vacant easy chair and plopped down heavily.

Marlene was startled to see a porno movie playing on a giant television with the sound muted.

"Excuse Micah's manners folks," Janis said, carefully pronouncing her words so as not to slur them. "But would anyone like anything?" We've got some beer and there's still half a liter of Vodka... so if you wanna party...." she left the sentence hanging.

"Beer for me," Gerry said.

"Help yourself," Micah said with a smile, "and get us a couple too."

"Okay," Gerry said, pleased at the chance to have a beer and hoping both girls would put out after a while.

"Would you like something to drink?" Dickie asked Marlene.

"A beer would be nice," she replied, thinking she had better be careful of how much she drank; her mother would probably scrutinize her when she got home. A faint smile crossed her face when he got right up and headed to the kitchen for the beers.

Dickie handed her an open beer and she took a small swallow, managed not to make a face and thanked him. He sat closer to her than he had earlier and Marlene drew comfort from it.

Marlene watched as Micah lit up a joint, took a deep toke and passed it to Janis, who did the same. Then she peeked at the TV screen where a very young girl was sucking an older man's oversized cock. Marlene had never seen one that big, had never thought one could be so long and thick. 'How can a woman get that thing inside her,' she wondered.

"Hey, Snake, can you top that guy?" Micah asked laughing.

Snake, or Gerry as he was better known, took a long drag on the joint, held his breath for several seconds before exhaling. "Mmmm, good shit. Um, I dunno, maybe."

Janis surprised Marlene by yelling, "Let's see it, Gerry!"

"Go on, Snake," Dickie added, goading Snake to unveil his member.

"Okay, okay!" He said and rose from his easy chair, passed the joint to Dickie, who offered it to Marlene as Snake unbuttoned his jeans.

Marlene's eyes went wide, first from the powerful hit of the marijuana and secondly on viewing Snake's penis when his jeans dropped around his ankles. It had to be a foot long! She had handled a few cocks already, none of which had exceeded six inches, but Gerry/Snake was not to be believed.

"Jesus!" Janis stammered, "I never thought . . ."

Dickie laughed so hard he began to cough.




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Micah gulped and said, "So it's true . . ."

On the screen the older man was eating the young girl's pussy to a wild rock beat. 

Holding himself with both hands, Snake tuned from Janis to Marlene, exhibiting his enormous schlong.

"Any takers?" He asked with a lewd grin.

Janis fell to her knees in front of him. "Lemme get a good look at that thing," she growled.

Marlene's tongue peeked out of her mouth and was unconsciously licking her lips as she watched Janis take Gerry's prick in one hand and then slowly, as if in tribute, added the other and gauged the remaining inches. "Must be six inches left over," she said in awed whisper.

"Suck it, why don't cha?" Micah said mischievously. 

And she placed it on her tongue as if receiving Holy Communion --- closed her mouth --- and took him into her throat until her hand, holding him tightly, collided with her lower lip.

So raptly was Marlene concentrating on the activity in front of her that she was unaware of tucking her right leg under her left, exposing her crotch to Micah and had he been looking, Snake.

Micah did notice this and he also spotted the discreet manner in which Marlene's delicate hands probed deep into her lap. He waited for her to begin rubbing them against her cunt. That took all of six seconds.

"Have another hit?" Dickie asked.

Marlene accepted the roach, now impaled on a toothpick and inhaled.

Micah got up and took his cock out.

Marlene exhaled and felt extraordinarily relaxed. She pressed upon her clit and felt even better, chiding herself that she had better not let anyone see what she was doing.

So Micah was able to approach her without being noticed by her. Until, standing directly in front of her, he inquired, "Seeing as Janis is busy, would you mind giving me some head?"

***

9:40 AM 

It was Dutch who saw the headline first. He was twenty feet from his office when a newspaper caught his eye. He snatched it up from the unoccupied desk it lay on and read it twice to be certain, then he called Rosa on her cell.

"Oh hi," she said happily, for she had just shown her new ring to her mother and some of her old girlfriends at her mother's bar. "What's up?"

"Is the Examiner, handy?"

"Yeah, at least I think so, hold on... um, yes, I have it. What's it about?"

"First page," he said, "third column. I suggest you go somewhere private to read it. It's shocking news."

Rosa did as he asked, taking the paper into the ladies room and began to read.

JEALOUS MAN KILLS WIFE AND SELF

FATAL SHOOTING AFTER LATE NIGHT QUARREL 

Visit of Sister to Home Leads to Tragic Event 

After a quarrel with his wife at approximately 12:30 this morning Edward Verblanc, 35 years old, followed his wife Clarice, 28 years old, out onto the front porch of their home and shot her three times with a hand gun and then turned the weapon on himself, killing himself instantly. Clarice Verblanc died enroute to the hospital. The tragedy occurred in their home on Morrow Street near Sunset Boulevard. 

Rosa's hands began to shake and she tore the edge of the newspaper, then smoothed it out on the counter and shook her head to clear the confusion that had filled it. Only then did she resume her reading.

Jealousy Cause, Say Neighbors.

Neighbors of the Verblanc's described the fatal shootings as the outcome of an argument over Mrs. Verblanc's sister Rene, who Mrs. Verblanc claimed was having an affair with her husband. 

Millie Daly, a neighbor of the Verblanc's and Gustavo Menlo, who rents an apartment from Ms. Daly, both heard much of the argument between the couple. Ms. Daly stated the argument began around midnight after Mrs. Verblanc came home.

"He [Mr. Verblanc] was waiting for her on the front porch. I heard them clearly because my window was open and I had just turned off the TV."

He shouted. "Where you been?" said Mr. Menlo. And according to Mr. Menlo, Mrs. Verblanc replied, "I was out with a better man than you." 

Ms. Daly confirmed that she too had heard those same words. And also that Mrs. Verblanc wanted to know "if her sister was better in bed than she was."

"Were you with another man?" Verblanc demanded of her, Ms. Daly added. "Yes I was, and with a woman too!" 

"And I think that last part was what set him off," Mr. Menlo said, "because he left the porch and came back a second or two later with the gun and opened fire."

Mrs. Verblanc turned and ran to the foot of the steps leading to the driveway just as the first shots were fired. She fell to the driveway and he (Mr. Verblanc) stood over her and shot her twice more. He then shot himself, holding the gun to his eye and pulling the trigger. His dead body fell onto his mortally wounded wife's.

Another neighbor, Agnes Tolliver, stated that earlier in the evening, around seven, she heard an argument in the home and that Clarice was screaming and cursing at a woman she supposed was Clarice's sister, Rene, calling her a "slut," among other vile names, while Mr. Verblanc tried to calm her down. Ms. Tolliver also stated that Mrs. Verblanc left the house, slamming the front door behind her and drove off in her Ford Taurus. Her sister, Rene left about ten minutes later. 

For the next few hours, Mr. Verblanc was visible from time to time inside the house and appeared to be pacing back and forth waiting for Clarice to return. 

"I missed the shooting," Ms. Tolliver said, I went to bed around eleven and was awakened by the shots, but didn't see anything until it was over." 

When contacted by a reporter, Ms. Rene Johnson, the deceased woman's sister had no comment except to say, "I wish yesterday never happened. I'm so sorry. So very sorry."

Rosa threw the paper into the waste can and redialed Dutch. "Jesus Christ! I don't believe this. It's a nightmare."

"It sure as hell is and they'll be looking for the man and woman she was with to confirm those witnesses."

"Dutch... if they find us... it will make the papers. Our names will be there too."

"I know. Let me think a second," he said.

"Do they know you at that place we met her?"

"No, no they don't. I didn't run into anyone who knew me . . ."

"Me neither," Rosa added, gnawing at her fingernail.

"Maybe..." Dutch began.

"What?" Rosa said hoping he'd come up with something to alleviate her fears.

"I can take a couple days off. What's your schedule look like?"

"Not to bad. I mean, I've got your closing coming up next week and another the following day, but that's a week away and not to much needs to be done between now and then. And I can get Cynthia to call me for anything important. I can walk her through anything, or at least most things. Something major I can have another agent do."

"And," Dutch added, "We can use our engagement as the excuse for going away for a few days. It makes sense."

"Yeah, but where do we go?"

"Hon, how does San Francisco sound?"

"It sounds fine, but why San Francisco?"

"My ex-wife, Marilyn lives there."

"Your ex! You get engaged and want me to meet your ex?"

"Well we had talked about it. You know she claims she hasn't had a drink in over a year and she knows how to keep her mouth shut."

For the first time, Dutch felt the wrath of Rosa's jealousy. 

"You want to fuck her again, is that it?"

"No... not at all. I'm telling you you'll like her. I know it. The two of you will be great friends. And we can have some fun up there... celebrate our engagement and all. We can. And it will solidify our reason for going there. 

"All right Hon."

He was very relieved to hear her call him Hon.

"I'm sorry, it's just all this tension all of sudden. I'll go home and pack and set Kathy up with Mom for the duration. We didn't have any big plans anyway. I was going to have Cynthia over this weekend and . . . you know, but . . ."

"Another time," he said. I'll call Marilyn to find a good hotel and break the news of our engagement. I won't tell her why we're really coming there. The engagement is good cover. We should stick with it."

"You're right Dutch. Now that I've had a minute to think about it, I'm looking forward to meeting her. She must really be something; after all, you did marry her first. "

***

9:55 AM 

Marlene found herself looking right into the eye of Micah's penis and shrieked in horror.

"Hey man," Dickie said rising up and pushing Micah away, "go easy there. Maybe later on, if Marlene's willing."

Micah took the rebuke good-naturedly and reached for the remnant of the roach still held in Marlene's trembling fingers. She released it to him and he returned to his seat, but left his semi-erect cock dangling if she were to change her mind.

Meanwhile Janis was attempting without success to deep-throat Snake. And after some five minutes had elapsed, Micah stood up, kicked his jeans off and got behind Janis and raised her short skirt. She wore no panties.

Marlene couldn't bear to watch as he entered her from behind while she happily slurped away on Snake's unbelievable cock and glanced at the TV screen. There, she saw, to her dismay, the older man had been joined by another even older man and both of them had their cocks in the girl. One was in her pussy, the other in her butt. 'How did they manage that?' she wondered and felt Dickie's arm return, pulling her closer to him. She turned to him and he kissed her. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue and felt his hand caress her bear breast.

'How?' she wondered then realized he had unbuttoned it while she was enjoying the marijuana and beer. She took stock and found that while unbuttoned, the blouse was still on and the others really couldn't see much of anything. That thought caused her to giggle. 'Not much to see either way,' and she giggled again. 

Dickie took her giggling as acceptance of his advances and truth be told; Marlene was ready to fuck him, but not the others. For her part, she was hoping they could find a bedroom and do it alone.



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Chapter 8
Formerly 27 


 Continuing the Long Day


10:00 AM 

Ann was now slowly recovered from the shuddering climax brought on by her own son and his inexperienced fingers. 

"Oh, that was so nice, baby. So nice. You made your Momma feel soooo good."

Davy gave her a nervous smile and knelt beside her on the bed, his erection standing almost straight up against his firm abdomen. 

Ann knew he needed reassurance and patting the spot next to her, said, "Lay down here with me, Davy . . . my loverman." And once he settled down next to her, gave him a long, passionate, sloppy kiss. In the process of their kiss, she took his hardon in her hand and began to jerk him off.

Ending the kiss, Ann instructed Davy to mount her. This was something he had only seen in his girlie magazines. 

Davy's mother had her legs spread and his legs rested on the inside of hers. His throbbing, twitching erection was wedged against her cunt as Davy nursed at her left breast. 

"Put it inside me," She said, panting with excitement.

Davy tried and thought he was in her, but he wasn't and as he began a series of dry humping motions, his mother reached between them and took hold of his member. "Davy, honey? Could you lift up a second?"

He left her teat and raised his haunches. Ann bent his prick down so that it was aligned with her vaginal opening. 

"Now, push it in," she whispered in his ear. He tried but messed up, missing her cunt and brushing against her rectum. He felt the heat and thought he was in, but a second later heard his mother, "Not yet. You're not in me, let's try it again."

Thinking, 'Only a mother . . .' Ann lined his cock up with her sodden cunt and reached around his ass with her free hand, pulled him into her.

The youngster was amazed at the number of sensations he experienced from both his mind and the nerve endings in his cock. He filled his lungs with oxygen and started to hump his mother.

For Ann, who had not had any sex since her husband deserted her months before, it was an exhilaration of the highest magnitude. For her, sex was always great, and after all this time . . .it was forbidden sex . . . she shuddered and started to climax. It was the first of a series that grew in intensity as Davy became more proficient in the art of fucking. 

Ann released a soft moan that got louder as her orgasm strengthened. "Oh, God! Oh, YES! OH, DAVY!"

Encouraged by his mother's cries of joy, Davy went into high gear; and for a nineteen year old, high gear is an impressive sight. His hips blurred as he jack-hammed into his mother's frothy pussy. Ann's juices were flowing so quickly by this point that his thrusts had created a foam of tiny bubbles that ran from her cunt and down her thighs, soaking the sheets.

Davy was only five inches in length and discovered that he was totally immersed in his mother and hoped he wasn't causing her any injury or distress. But her cries of joy soon convinced him that he wasn't hurting her at all, but quit the contrary and he maintained the incredible pace until he felt himself spurting his seed far into his mother's secret depths.

Perhaps ten minutes passed before Ann was composed enough to speak. She gazed into his innocent eyes and smiled. 

"So Davy, how did it feel to have your lovely cock inside a woman's pussy?" 

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry!" He blurted out and began to cry.

Ann was stunned at this and cradled his head to her breast, in hope of comforting him and assuring him that everything was all right.

***

10:15

Marlene lay back against the cushion as Dickie alternated between sucking her small, asparagus, tipped breasts. It really felt good and she knew he liked her for who she was, not like Gerry, the Snake or whatever his name was. The very thought of him caused her to turn her head to see what was happening on the carpet beside her.

They had switched positions. Janis was now on all fours. Micah now had his cock, albeit a small one, perhaps four inches, entirely immersed in Janis' mouth. Snake was slowly fucking her from behind. Marlene's eyes widened on seeing that only half of Snake's gigantic cock was entering Janis' pussy.

As Dickie's hand crept up to her upper thigh, Marlene glanced at the TV screen again. The young girl was now lying back against the couch with her hips extended out over the seat cushions and one man knelt on the floor between her legs and pounded his massive cock into her little bald pussy while holding onto the sides of her hips with his two large hands. The other guy was in a semi-crouch on the arm of the couch, holding his impressive weapon with one hand as the girl alternated between licking and sucking his testicles. 

For some strange reason this activity made Marlene hotter than ever. She had an overpowering urge to do the same, and not just to Dickie, but all the guys in the room.

Meanwhile Dickie's hand began to burrow it way between Marlene's crossed thighs until she finally relented and uncrossed them. She heard herself moan softly as he parted her legs ever so slightly and ran his middle finger over her vagina.

Marlene refused to look at him, but kept her eyes darting between the porno film and the trio on the floor next to her. During this time, Janis glanced over at Marlene, saw Dickie's finger and 

Taking Micah's prick from her lips, gave Marlene a big knowing smile.

Dickie decided the time was ripe and stood up. Leaning down he moved Marlene's compliant form back into the cushions, placed his hands behind her knees and moved her legs up into the air as he dipped his head down between her thighs and began sucking on the thin pussy lips that appeared to be folded around the almost non-existent strip of lace panties she wore.

'Where are my shorts?' Marlene wondered. 'Did I take them off?'

Her puzzlement evaporated with the touch of his tongue on her labia. She glanced down and could see some, but not all of what was happening down there. 

She shuddered as Dickie dragged his tongue up and down through the folds of her slick cunt, occasionally grabbing the frayed strip of panty in his teeth and pulling it out from between her two bald pussy lips. 

Marlene trembled and felt her orgasm readying itself. She opened her eyes just in time to witness Micah shoot his load into Janis' face and just a split second later, Snake pulled himself from her pussy and sent several long ropes of jizm onto her back and ass cheeks before collapsing on the floor, fully spent.

As Marlene closed her eyes again and started to moan contentedly at the soft touch of Dickie's tongue, Janis, still covered with sperm crawled over to where Marlene lay spread-eagled and started to rub her own crotch roughly with her small hand. 

Marlene felt herself opening like a flower as Dickie's finger glided into her wetness and began fucking her even as his tongue discovered her emerging clitoris and nudged it to her great pleasure. From what seemed a far away place, Marlene heard Dickie's voice asking, "Do you want to suck my cock too?"

Marlene answered, "Yes," before realizing the question had been put to Janis.

Dickie raised Marlene's legs even higher, placing them on his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. She closed her eyes and reveled in the joyous sensations, knowing that Janis, jizm coated Janis, was about to take Dickie's cock into her mouth and blow him. But somehow she didn't care. She had a momentary thought that it was the marijuana making her feel that way, but she dismissed the thought, telling herself she felt too good to complain about anything.

Dickie's tongue darted into her, joining his finger and her orgasm hit, causing her to jerk upward, and displacing Dickie's wonderful mouth as she bucked to a fantastic orgasm. When she recovered, she saw Janis happily licking the glistening knob of Dickie's saliva covered cock.

"Join me?" Janis chirped.

And Marlene rolled off the couch and knelt alongside Janis who quickly offered Dickie's cock to her. Taking it in her hand she glanced at Janis and said, "It feels so . . . hot."

"So, give it a lick."

Marlene sent her tongue to lick the glistening head, squeezing it, or trying to squeeze it with her hand. "And hard. I can't believe how hard it is!"

After taking two more long sucks, she relinquished the firm, yet rubbery member to Janis, who slid her long tongue down the side of the shaft, and then deep throated his cock.

Marlene was impressed and touched. She reached out and scooped some of the sperm from Janis' face and tasted it.

"Like it?" Janis asked as she jerked the cock in her hand.

"It's all right, a little salty though."

"Wait until Dickie comes. It's different when it first shoots out. Hot and tingling, sort of, you know?" 

With that she held the cock out to Marlene, who promptly tried to deep throat it, but found herself gagging and gave it back to Janis.

Janis felt the cock throbbing and realized Dickie was about to come. "He's gonna come, quick, open your mouth, honey!"

Marlene did so, and Janis directed the first line of sperm onto Marlene's extended tongue and then took the cock into her mouth, swallowing the rest. Then she turned to Marlene and asked pointedly, "Like it? Was it like I said?"

"Yeah . . . I liked it and it was . . . exactly like you said," Marlene said, and licked her lips to make sure she'd captured it all.

"Have you ever had your pussy licked by a girl?"

Marlene shook her head 'no,' too embarrassed to answer.

Janis turned to the guys who were watching. None had an erection at the moment, but Gerry AKA Snake, looked like he could fuck even if only half hard. She smirked at them and they began to laugh. Marlene had no idea what they found funny and hoped it wasn't her. Janis placed both hands on the cheeks of Marlene's ass and deftly removed her panties. Marlene, who had never, ever been this horny before began to moan and writhe with the very first kiss Janis planted on her stomach.

Making sure Marlene was really getting into things; Janis squeezed the taut globes of her ass with both hands. Marlene groaned at this too. 

Micah began to stoke his cock.

Snake playfully smacked Micah with his 12" member and when Micah glanced at him, indicated he wanted him to kneel and suck him off. Micah gave him a weak grin and knelt down in front of him and took his hose-like prick in both hands and opened his mouth.  

"Suck it good now," Snake said, as if admonishing Micah would have some special meaning.

Marlene, although enraptured with the pleasure she was experiencing, watched as Micah proceeded to blow Snake, taking almost three-quarters of his enormous length down his throat.

'They've done this before,' Marlene thought, and then moaned with an intensity she'd never dreamed possible as Janis placed a hard, sloppy kiss on her throbbing mound, then pushed her lips firmly up against Marlene's labia; then taking first one side of her supple lower lips between her teeth and chewing for a moment before switching side and repeating the process.

Twisting and turning from the sheer intensity of it all, Marlene seemed to be trying to escape Janis' knowing mouth. But that was certainly not the case. Marlene's world had gone topsy-turvy. Off to the side she saw Dickie stroking his cock. It was fast rising to full size. 

Directly in front of her, Micah was furiously sucking Snake's cock. 'Homos! They were homos!' She thought, but at the same time found the sight highly erotic, and now even as Janis ate her out, she longed to shove Micah aside and wrest Snake's dick fro him and gobble him up herself.

From Janis' perspective, Marlene's pussy was just beautiful. Perfectly shaped and surrounded by a nice triangular tuft of pubic hair that protected her thin, yet plump labia that she was presently munching on. There was little hair in this area and that only made eating that much more of a feast.

10:35 AM

The Stinson household rang out with a renewed series of grunts and groans that hadn't been heard in the home since Ann's husband had left.

Davy was holding his latest hardon out to his mother's cunt, unknowingly teasing her with it by rubbing it lightly against her labia and then pulling away, shielding it from her quivering hand.

"Please, please, Davy. Don't tease your mother like that! Please, put it in me. I need you in me!"

He obliged her, closing his eyes as she vigorously frenched him, using her tongue with a skill and ardor she didn't know she'd had in her. And as his cock eased back into her now slimy-coated cunt, she gripped him with her cuntal muscles. 

Davy's eyes shot open. This was something new! He moaned into her mouth and tried to swallow her darting, twisting tongue. Might have too, had Ann not extracted it in time.

The teen, at first uneasy with his role as the aggressor, was smart enough to permit his natural instincts to take over and his motions, speed and angles, while uncoordinated and jerky, were certainly not lost on his horny mother; who was having one mini orgasm after another while his prick surged in and out of her juicy cunt.

In between shuddering violently at his trusts, Ann realized her son was going to be a superior cocksman before too long; and as if to prove he still needed more experience, his cock slipped out of her and Ann, not uttering a sound merely reached down and inserted him back into the juicy, warm confines of her cunt.

Davy really didn't have time to think about too many things, although his young brain was concentrating on the feelings his cock was generating throughout his body. He did however, think of one thing in particular; and like a mantra, kept repeating it to himself. In fact, this served to keep him from coming too soon and brought several extra climaxes to his mother. The singular thought was, "I'm not a virgin anymore!"

Ann knew in her heart that she had stepped over the line by seducing her own son, but she also felt that it was not as bad as most people would have you believe. How could it be so wrong, when it felt so good and so right? 

The boy's eyes slowly traveled up his mother's firm body; up her tight firm abdomen and stomach, up her lower ribs to follow the gentle, beautiful swell of her breasts; to the tips of her breasts, only to find himself staring in awe at her silver dollar sized areolas and her jutting, nipples sticking out in pure sexual excitement. 

Then he glanced upward and looked into his loving mother's eyes. It was then that he memorized her full wet red lips; and noticed that her nose had a slight upturned feature to it and that her eyes looked as if they were huge giant pools of liquid reflecting his own image back at him.

"I love you Mom," he said and caught Ann off guard. The next thing she knew her pussy went berserk of its own accord, reeling in a series of tremendous orgasms one after another.

Davy didn't quite know what to make of his mother, writhing and twisting as if trying to dislodge his cock from her pussy.

Ann then peaked, and panting as if she was out of control, causing Davy to halt in mid-stroke. At the loss of his movement she started a sequence of high pitched squeals and began tossing her body all over the place. Through it all her cuntal muscles kept squeezing his cock and all at once Davy felt the hot liquid leaving his balls and careening into his mother's womb. He intensified his erratic thrusts and emptied himself into her. He never did quit fucking; in fact, he increased his tempo all the while his cock was exploding his wet, sticky, come all over the sides of his mother's pussy. 

He thought he was never going to quit coming, enjoying the sheer pleasure of his cock jerking and spewing as his mother humped back at him, oblivious to every thing but her own sensual sensations.

Feeling he was finished he began to pull out of Ann's liquid filled cunt.

"Oh, no honey!" she cried out in alarm. "Keep it in there!" And help guide his slimy prick back inside her. Then she pulled him down so that he lay flat on top of her well fucked body.

The remained that way, laying in silence, both running tapes of what had just transpired in their own minds.

10:45 AM

Dutch was reviewing his papers for the afternoon's program when his phone rang. It was Marilyn returning his call.

"Hi, what's doing with you big guy?"

"Marilyn, how are you?"

"You know I'm always good, especially in bed, lover. So what's up?"

"I'm headed to San Francisco tomorrow and thought we might meet for lunch or dinner."

"I'd be delighted. Do you have a place in mind?"

"No, not yet, but there is something you need to know."

"Oh?"

"I just got engaged."

"You did! Well congratulations!"

"Her name is Rosa, and she's a wonderful woman. I know the two of you will like one another."

"Hey, Dutch, if she's good enough for you, she's certainly good enough for me. I can't wait to meet her."

There was a slight pause and then Marilyn said, "So where shall we meet? I mean, this is a special occasion so let's make it dinner at a sumptuous place... I know, let me make reservation at LaMoone on 18th Street. They serve this Asian Fusion food, umm, like Crusted Lamb Tataki; which I had last week and, umm, I know you'll love the Lobster bisque and Prime Rib... aged since Adam was dating Eve and some crazy kind of potatoes."

"Sounds perfect, go ahead make the reservations for tomorrow night. Rosa and I will meet you at your place earlier if that's all right."

"Sure it is. I look forward to seeing the two of you. And congratulations again on the engagement."

"Thanks, hon, I really mean it. See ya tomorrow."

10:50 AM

Marlene was getting the hang of it now as Janis kissed her neck and then sucked on it, pinching Marlene's skin and pressing gently on her head urging her toward Janis' breasts. She pushed them against Marlene's cheeks and the Marlene had the wet tip of her tongue against the dry tip of a nipple, the aureole pebbling as she flicked it. But soon Janis pressed again, moving Marlene further south. She found herself tonguing Janis' navel, swirling her tongue into it, marveling as Janis' whole body writhed, her breath changing, the inhaling now high pitched, the exhaling deeper, the sound beyond her control, and then Marlene's head was between her legs. 

She wasn't exactly sure how to proceed and so thought of what she liked that Janis had done to her.

She began by kissing the inside of Janis' thigh and came up to the black bushiness covering her mound. She breathed on it and felt Janis shiver with delight. Then she kissed the inside of the other thigh, nibbling at the tender flesh with her teeth as her hands slid under Janis' bottom and squeezing the cheeks.

She was afraid of doing the wrong thing, but realized the guys were all watching her intently. Dickie and snake were slowly jerking off. Micah was lighting another joint. Janis placed both hands on Marlene's head and guided her to her slit, and Marlene inhaled the damp feminine odor seeping from between her legs. She placed her tongue at the center and moved gently and uncertainly along the closed lips, down into the wetness and then lightly dragged her tongue gently upward until everything else opened like a dark flower. 

Janis made a deep moaning sound. A sound almost detached from her, yet mostly deeply from her, a pleasured sound and a sad sound, and Marlene repeated the step and felt for the first time Janis' hard hidden slippery little nipple under her tongue and Janis said, "There!" 

And Marlene flicked it, and Janis moaned loudly, saying, "Right there!"

And Marlene flicked it several times in succession and Janis' voice dropped deeper than Marlene had ever heard before. It seemed to come from some deep underwater canyon.

"Oh Gawwwwwddddddd! Yes, there!"

Her hands abandoned Marlene's head and gripped the sides of the couch as Marlene eased the flat of her tongue along the tiny tit, very lightly, and then suddenly darted her tongue into Janis as deeply as she could. Her tongue became a cock: She glanced up and saw Janis kneading her breasts, pulling them up, and then Marlene pressed her mouth on her and sucked the tiny nub as if it were a tiny cock, sucked her cock the way she had sucked Marlene's, doing it over and over and over, until at last a high-pitched plea came from Janis, full of fear and resistance, saying "Do it! Stop! No! Don't Stop!"




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Marlene kept at her until Janis came apart. Her legs shot out full length and locked and she grabbed Marlene's head with both hands and then pressed her muscled thighs together and started to scream, up and down and low, all in one long uncontrolled sound. 

The boys were frozen, hands on their dicks and with Micah passing the joint to Snake, looking like an obscene photograph. Janis arched up from the couch and then slammed back down hard at the shoulders, doing it again and then more weakly and then one last, quivering time. 

She took Marlene's face in her hands and kissed her, licked her face, crying wordlessly, full of joy, and suddenly she was bawling like a baby. A moment later she was sleeping and the three guys advanced on Marlene.

11:05 AM

Doctor Sharon left her office, ostensibly for an early lunch, but Beverly Smoots, her receptionist, knew better. Sharon had had two of the beautiful people as patients earlier, one male, a gorgeous hunk, and a female, who had to be a top-fashion model and she had not had sex with either. 

Beverly knew when the doctor was spreading her legs in the examining room. She still salivated over that Bob Perry, who paid the occasional visit each month or so. He fucked Sharon silly each time he stopped by and Beverly dreamt about him almost nightly, but he never even looked her way.

Out in the parking lot, Sharon was telling her luncheon companion, "I really appreciate this, Mundra," she said gazing into the liquid brown eyes of the Indian. "Sometimes a girl just has to... you know... talk, and it's nice to have a friend like you to talk to."

"You know I'm there for you, Doctor," he said with just a slight trace of an English accent.

"Please, it's Sharon," she said, turning her body toward the tall lean, dusky hued male. "After all, you're a physician too, so let's drop the formalities and get comfortable with one another, okay?"

"I know, I know," Mundra said soothingly, as he reached over and gently brushed a lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead with his fingers. His desire for her was evident from the bulge in his slacks. Sharon had noted it earlier and was doing everything she could think of to get him to make a move on her.

She licked her lower lip in a halting manner, designed to further arouse him. It seemed to work, as his hand moved from her forehead to the back of her neck and started to gently knead the tight muscles there.

"Please forgive me Sharon, but I have to say this," he glanced around and saw that they were alone in the parking lot. He knew that others might be looking from their office windows and let his hand drop to the small of her back. He applied light pressure and said, let's get in the car."

After he started the engine and pulled away from the parking lot, Sharon said, "You started to say something back there."

"Yes, thank you. Sharon, you are a truly beautiful, sexy woman. Any man in his right mind would give an arm and a leg just to talk you like we're talking right now." 

"There's a 'but' in there somewhere," she said and smiled up at him.

"True, true," he said and smiled back and let his hand fall on her thigh. She left it there. "I think you need a lover. Now hear me out, please. I know I'm being rash, and perhaps way out of line, after all we don't know each other all that well. But . . ."

"I knew it was in there," she laughed, but her eyes were shining. Had he known her better, he would have known her cunt was flooding with her juices. She wanted him. She needed him and badly.

"Yes, well I . . ."

"Mundra, I believe there's a motel three blocks over if you take the next right. Let's go there and finish this . . . conversation."

11:10 AM

The boys had picked Marlene up and carried her into the bedroom, leaving Janis sleeping on the couch. Marlene now had snake's prodigious cock in both hands.

"Snake, I never seen... I never thought one could be this big."

Gerry was guiding her head toward his pulsating dick.

"Ya know," she said, still awed by its size, "It feels sooo hot too!"

"Think you can take it all, bitch?"

"Fuck no! But I'll take as much as I can," she said her eyes were wide, pupils dileted from the marijuana they'd shared with her.

"Suck my cock, Marlene," Micah said, and she gladly accepted him between her lips, sucking hard and fast on his perhaps average sized cock.

Snake, almost as if in a trance, slid his hand down across her flat, smooth belly, up toward her adolescent breasts, and heard her gasp as his thumb and forefinger pinched down on one sharp nipple as he watched her angelic face slowly become distorted when her cheeks hollowed to draw Micah deeper.

Marlene knew what was coming and was pulling herself open with one hand, and as the pink petals gaped wide, Snale realized that he was up now, fully erect, and the dark, bulbous head looked obscenely huge as he jiggled it into the slick, creamy slit of her cunt.

Her eyes were bright and removing Micah's cock from her mouth, she looked down between her legs and gasped as she saw his arching prick, and then moaned as the shiny dome started to push between her puffy lips.

"Do it... do it! I am not on the pill... but fuck it! Oh Jesus... fuck it!" And squeezed Michah's dick before gobbling it up again, sucking voraciously on him. He exploded into her mouth even as Snake was trying to worm his cock into Marlene's tight hole.

Slowly, he began to inch his thick hose into her tight young cunt. Marlene grimaced slightly as Snake continued to split her young cunt open, suddenly, about three inches in, he encountered some resistance, and Marlene grunted.

"Are you cherry?" He asked with concern.

"No, it's just... you're so fuckin' big." She bit on her bottom lip worriedly when he withdrew she got to see the amount of his manhood that had been ravaging her 

Snake surprised her by giving her a little kiss and whispering, "It may hurt for a few seconds, just like when you lost your cherry, but after that you'll be in sex heaven."

This was a different guy than the one who'd pulled the papers from her bra and made fun of her. Perhaps he wasn't such a bastard after all. Why, just why, she asked herself was she letting him fuck her in the first place?

Another glance at his lengthy cock and she had her answer. My God, if the girls at school knew I was taking this thing on....

"And stop biting your lip," he added.

Useful advice, she thought, and nodded her head in understanding.

Snake lined his member up with the opening of her cunt and slammed into her. Marlene went rigid with the sudden pain.

He pulled out slowly and repeated himself.

"Oh, Christ!" She screamed, and that brought Janis running into the bedroom, only to slam on the brakes when she saw the look of incredulous pleasure on Marlene's contorted face as Snake, having loosened her tight vaginal passage was now pound his great prick into her with wild abandon.

Dickie wandered into the bedroom, smoking another joint, which he offered to Micah. Snake stopped to rest and catch his breath.

Janis reached over and was stroking Marlene's hair softly and whispering soothingly to her, and after about a minute of holding himself motionless inside Marlene, Snake felt her hips tentatively rotate and then gently hump up into him, signaling him she was ready for more.

He reached around and grabbed her thin ankles in his hands and placed them up over his shoulders, raising himself higher on his knees and slowly started to work his thick meat in and out of her juicy cunt. Within a few short minutes, the two established a rhythm, Marlene bucking her hips up into Snake each time he jammed his outsized cock deep into her juicy, wet, hungry hole. 

Marlene moaned loudly. She knew she was going to come and come hard.

He continued to surprise her, leaning up over her body on the out stroke and in a rasping voice whispering, "I can't believe I'm fucking such a beautiful woman."

"Baby," he rasped again, "I wish I had the words to tell you just how good your pussy feels around my cock."

Marlene moaned her approval and Snake felt her pussy walls shut down on his stiff prick, clenching it tighter and tighter, and then relaxing slightly before tightening once again. 

She glanced around and saw Janis fingering herself to a tremulous orgasm.

And as she started to come herself, she heard him still speaking to her as though he was off in a sudden distance,"or how slutty and sexy you look." 

Both her mind and body saw stars and fireworks at this and her cunt convulsed around his fleshy member causing him to erupt inside her.

When Marlene came to her sense again, Janis was giving her big, sloppy kisses all over her face.

"Oh, my puppy dog is back," she giggled and encircled Janis' neck with her arm and drove her newly experienced tongue along Janis' bottom teeth until Janis fought her off with her own tongue.

After the girls finished a long series of French kisses, Marlene was stunned to see Snake waiting his turn to kiss her. She didn't even have time to think before he had separated her lips with the flat of his tongue and she let herself go again, swirling her tongue over and under his. They moaned in unison and his nimble fingers went to her small tits and massaged a single nipple until it started to hurt.

Dickie was mounting Janis, on the other side of the bed, she spread her knees far apart to accommodate him. 

Micah lay sleeping on the floor, his head lolling against the foot of the bed, stoned out of his gourd.

"Gonna fuck me again, big man?" Marlene giggled, hoping he was up to it. 

He didn't answer, but placed his hands behind her thighs and held her legs up as he began to jackhammer his thick prick in and out of her tight, but juicy pussy. After several minutes of relentless pounding, he came to a halt, released her thighs and lay down on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her, and leaned his face into hers and started kissing her with his long tongue as she dug her heels into his upper thighs, humping his immobile cock and attaining an orgasm for her efforts.

Marlene felt Janis' foot glance off her shoulder and turned to see Dickie going down on her with a vengeance, his broad tongue was swabbing its way between her firm, round, asscheeks.

Marlene's eyes widened as his tongue circled around Janis' puckered brown hole, and then bulged out in disbelief as the tip of his tongue began to penetrate her ass hole.

"Oh, YEAH!" Janis screamed, obviously enjoying his perverted attentions.

Of course Janis had had her cunt licked before, but this was new and after the initial surprise she realized she loved it and was already planning on how to do the same to her new friend Marlene as soon as she could.

Instinctively her hands slid downward and spread her cheeks further apart. Both she and Marlene groaned with satisfaction as Dickie's tongue wormed its way deeper into her shitter.

Marlene had her forefinger circling her own asshole and Snake, ever observant, pushed it away and replaced it with his own.

"Oh . . . DO THAT!" Janis screamed. "IT'S SOOO NASTY . . . GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM!"

Snake was finger-fucking Marlene's virgin ass more rapidly, having worked two digits into her as she writhed around on his finger.

"I bet it feels as big as my cock back there," he thought.

Janis was coming, and still cried out, pleading with Dickie, "Oh, tongue fuck me! Jesus, I can feel you so far up there . . . its unbelievable! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Of course the fact that Janis was strumming her clit twice as fast as Chuck Berry had every played his guitar helped her reach this marvelous climax. And when Dickie's mouth left her ass she failed to notice, so wrapped up in her multi-orgasms was she, until his cock slid into her cunt and he brought her to a height she'd hadn't though existed.



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Chapter 9
Formerly 28

Continuing the Long Day – Part 2

11:20 AM

Sharon, smiling blandly at him said, "I believe there's a motel three blocks over if you take the next right. Let's go there and finish this . . . conversation."

A few minutes later they were in the motel and Mundra was pulling Sharon's face to his. As their faces neared, he watched her as she shut her eyes and wet her lips in anticipation. As soon as they met, Mundra sent his long, flat tongue between her lips and into her warm mouth and started to mash it against hers. 

Whimpering softly with giddy anticipation, Sharon teasingly worked the tip of her own tongue back against the invader. Mundra then wasted no time, cupping her firm left breast and then squeezing it firmly. Sharon continued to moan as Mundra's exploring palm moved over her chest to her flat stomach and then over the tight black miniskirt before snaking underneath it and ever-so-gently caressing her mound which he was delighted to find soaking wet. 

Inspired by the dampness and heat emanating from her pussy, he moved her panties to one side and sank a finger deep into her sopping hole.

Sharon moaned louder and ground her pelvis against his hand.

They renewed their kiss and Sharon's nimble fingers began opening the buttons on his shirt and then ran her hand over his chest, finding it bereft of body hair. She teased a nipple and reveled in her power as it grew taut under her manipulations. Mundra was undoing her blouse, albeit at a slower pace that Sharon had performed on him. 

In due course the white material fluttered to the thin, worn carpet and he saw her bare breasts for the first time. They were full and firm, not the detestable cones that marred so many woman; but full and firm and ripe and tanned. She had stubby nipples in the center of dense areoles. Her belly was firm and flat, and her buttocks slim, almost boyish, but firm and neatly curved, leading to shapely legs. Her arms and legs were slender and smooth, the fingers and toes square and strong. Her skin was smooth and fair and flawless, with the texture of cream, soft, silken, firm, with no trace of the fine downy hair that blemished so many women. For Sharon truly loved the feel of her own flesh, wanting it to be cool and smooth and alive to a lover's every touch. 

He cupped one breast in each hand, kissing the nipples in turn. Sharon made no sounds as she was intent on unbuckling his trousers, striving to free his erection. But this time Mundra was the quicker of the two. He had her skirt up and her pantyhose down -- she wore no panties – and was kneeling just as his pants were dropping to the floor.

Sharon got a brief glimpse of his formidable erection before he blocked her view and tongued her shaven labia. He waited a second to enjoy the sounds of her gasping at the touch of his tongue on her vagina, but only heard a quiet moan. Essentially a patient man, Mundra contented himself with gripping the cheeks of her ass and bringing his face in tight against Sharon's cunt.

He sucked on her major labia until they flooded with blood and became swollen and opened her slit for him. He wondered if she had shaved herself, or had someone do it for her. If the later, would he be able to convince her to let him watch the next time she had it done? He had a momentary fantasy of enjoying two women simultaneously; and then raising one leg at a time shucked off his trousers. He wore bright red boxer shorts and chose to leave them on for the present.

Sharon moaned and emitted a long, soft sigh; and twisted away from the brown-skinned Indian.

"Let me taste that delicious looking prick of yours," she said in a velvet-tinged voice.

And she knelt down as he sat in the worn, armchair next to the motel's queen-sized bed. Taking his limber member between her lips, Sharon used her formidable fellating skills and brought serious pleasures to bear almost instantaneously. Mundra had to call on his own skills to prevent his ejaculating in her mouth.

"Hold it!" He said, and Sharon stopped, thinking that somehow she had inflicted pain when only pleasure was intended. She looked up at him, her eyes quizzical, as if asking what the problem was.

"Sorry he said. "I . . . didn't want to come so quickly and so . . ."

"I understand she murmured and took one of his testicles in her mouth and teased it while squeezing the base of his prick with her free hand.

Mundra felt his orgasm fading away and told her so.

"Then you'd better put that salami in me and fuck me good, because that's what I crave right now."

She received his initial thrust without a qualm, surprising him, for most women required some loosening up before he could plunge in and out without undue effort, but aside from noting that her breasts were heaving from an increase in her breathing rate, Sharon gave no indication of any kind of having trouble accepting his length and girth.

They fucked in silence for seven or eight minutes, except for the occasional grunt. Sweat covered their bodies, making it easier for their flesh to slide together. They were in the traditional missionary position and Mundra was getting tired of it. His leg muscles were not used to such exertions and so, with a loud grunt he rolled them over so that Sharon was now on top.

Sharon made a little clucking sound with her teeth and ground herself downward on his pole until her cunt was rubbing against his pubic hair.

They groaned in unison as she started to bounce up and down, being ever so careful so as not to dislodge his cock from her cunt.

Mundra was concentrating hard on holding off from coming. He had the distinct impression that she had already come, at least once and possibly more. Glancing upward he saw her breasts hanging above him and was unable to resist reaching for them, taking a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. 

He squeezed.

She moaned.

He pulled, stretching them out – making her breasts cone-shaped. She closed her eyes and her face betrayed her pleasure as he twisted her nipples slightly. 

She responded by clenching his cock with her cuntal muscles even as she started to come; rocking and rolling above him, teetering and almost but not quite falling off him, reaching out and clutching his shoulders to right herself; and all the while fucking furiously.

Mundra looked down at his groin to where they were joined and saw a frothy cream covering his shaft as she pounded up and down.

"Lean to me," he rasped, she slowed her frantic pace and complied, draping a breast just above his mouth. Mundra drew the hardened end into his mouth and suckled like a babe for a short time; and then bit playfully down on it causing Sharon to whimper and then spasm into yet another orgasm.

He felt himself growing ready and grabbed the cheeks of her ass as she was descending upon him and forced his full length into her as she was still in the throes of her climax.

Hit bit harder on her nipple.

"Oh yeah! She hollered. "You bastard . . . you've got me coming like there's no tomorrow!"

And Sharon renewed her efforts, putting even more intensity into them.

Mundra thought she'd become possessed as her breasts bounced and jounced up then down, and her fingernails drew blood from him as they raked over his shoulders and chest. He though she might have torn his nipple open, but quickly saw it was only a scratch, although a deep one.

He didn't have time for concern. He began to come, in a series of uncontrollable waves his orgasm dominated he being – locking out his other senses, and still Sharon rode over him, sweat soaring off to the farthest parts of the room; her hair flying this way and that as she rode him like a young cowboy on a bucking bronco; only she was responsible for all the bucking.

Suddenly she collapsed upon him. For a split second, Mundra thought she'd died, but his medical training quickly brought his eyes to bear on the heartbeat pulsing rapidly in her neck.

His organ finished he sought to repay her for her exceptional effort in holding him at bay for so long and he kissed her throat at the center of her throbbing heartbeat. Their bodies seemed glued together and he saw no need to separate, not yet anyway.

Finally she spoke. "Want to have another?" She smiled.

"Yes, but I can't. I've a patient waiting for me and I can't keep her waiting."

"I understand. I probably have someone too," she laughed, "but I'd let them wait for another fuck like that one."

"Another one like that would in all likelihood kill me." He said and was serious.

"I never asked, "Sharon said, "Are you married?"

"Yes, but we have an understanding. Besides she's pregnant."

"How far along, "Sharon inquired, filing away the contemptuous remark about his wife.

"Almost four months. She's just starting to show."

"So Mundra is not getting as much as he'd like at home?" She said teasing him.

"Right now, no. But once her initial problems are overcome she'll be horny like most other pregnant women and not care where she's getting poked."

"I'd like to meet her some day," Sharon said and meant it.

"That's possible," he said, "she wants to try a three-way, would you be interested?"

"Maybe and just maybe I know of someone who would be very interested."

"Good, but we'd better get back. Would you like to shower first, or would you prefer showering together?'

"Oh, we've got to get back. I'll go first, thank you, Mundra."

12:15 PM

Marlene had just had her first ass fuck. Dickie had persuaded her to let him try it and it hadn't been too bad. Micah was enjoying another blowjob from Janis and Snake had petered out, no pun intended, when the doorbell rang.

Dickie went to answer it after Micah told him he was expecting a guy named Ronnie who was his supplier. Marlene lay on the bed, legs spread, looking wanton and well-fucked at the same time. Only a young woman could carry it off as she was doing.

But it wasn't Ronnie at the door. It was Micah's father, and he'd had a few drinks at lunch.

"What the fuck's going on here?" He bellowed, taking in the mini-orgy before him.

"I . . . I can explain," Micah began, but found he couldn't and sat down, putting his head between his knees and awaiting his father's wrath.

"Who the fuck are these . . . people?"

Micah named everyone. And to Marlene's astonishment Micah's father unzipped his fly and shook his cock out. Unlike his son, he possessed a rather large cock, perhaps seven inches or so and it quickly rose to full size as he leered at the two girls cowering in front of him.

Calvin Abramson forced himself to drag his eyes away from Marlene's lithe form on the bed in order to ogle Janis, still on her knees in front of Micah who had moved slightly away from her, trying to distance himself from the orgy.

"Well hi . . . Janis is it?"

Janis nodded, but couldn't speak, her fear was too great and her eyes were riveted on his quivering cock, only several feet from her face.

"Well Janis, why don't you join the other cunt on the bed and I'll be with the two of you shortly."

Janis did as she was told and sat cross legged on the bed next to Marlene who was now on all fours staring at Calvin's cock.

Calvin started to undress, stopping only to reach into his side pocket and pull out several condoms, which he tossed toward the bed, hitting Marlene's right breast.

"Open one," He said with a nasty laugh. And Marlene struggle to open it until Janis took it from her, put it between her teeth and ripped it open, then laid it on the table next to the bed.

Calvin had a slight beer belly which made Marlene want to giggle, but her fear stopped even the slightest smirk from crossing her face.

As soon as his bulky body sank into the mattress, he motioned to Marlene. "Suck it," he said, and as her young, ripe lips wrapped themselves around him, Calvin told Janis to spread her legs.

Want to eat some of that ripe pussy too," he half laughed half growled. 

The boys were trying to hide all traces of the marijuana without being noticed by Calvin and managed to do so. Then Dickie and Snake quietly left. Micah wanted to leave with them but fearful of his father's anger remained, awaiting his fate.

Marlene was surprised that she was able to accept over half of Calvin's cock without gagging. Calvin lay on his side as Marlene sucked away on him, and he positioned Janis so his face was close to her cunt. Janis pussy was still inflamed from a session with Snake and as soon as Calvin's brusque tongue rubbed over her clit she started coming.

Thus inspired, Calvin continued to patiently flick his tongue back and forth over Janis' most sensitive nub while bringing the middle finger of his hand all the way into her sodden pussy.

As he continued strumming on her love button with the tip of his tongue and finger-fucked her, Janis closed her eyes and started to groan loudly in rhythm with his licking

She found herself vigorously rotating her hips around on his mouth in an attempt to increase the stimulation against her distended clit even as her slender lithe frame shuddered through one orgasm after another. 

As Calvin's cock rested in the crook of her neck, Marlene worked the base of it with her tongue licking and sucking his balls while sniffing and savoring his manly aroma. After an animal-like growl by Calvin, Marlene withdrew her mouth from around his balls, grabbed the thick shaft of his prick in her tiny fist and lifted it up so she could munch on his hairy balls. She gingerly licked at his one plump testicle before taking it into her mouth and softly sucking on it and tonguing it. After stimulating his one gonad for a minute or so, she removed her mouth from around it and then shifted her attention to his other hairy ball. 

"My ass, you cunt! Lick my hairy asshole!"

She did as she was told, blanching at the initial smell and taste of remnant of shit encountered along the way, she forced the unthinkable from her mind and carried on primarily due to fear of reprisal if she didn't please him. His left ass cheek wiggled in her hand and she felt his thighs tremble as her tongue deftly circled the brown rim of his nether hole.

As Janis' convulsions finally began to subside and she freed Calvin's neck from between her clenched thighs, he raised his head from her frothy, juice laden cunt and looked over at Marlene. He couldn't see her face for she was busy licking his ass, but he took a moment to admire her ass and wondered how old this kid was on seeing her almost non-existent tits.

He moved his ass away from her and pulled her around so that they face one another. Janis lay beside them, her hand on her pussy, fingering herself through yet another orgasm.

Calvin started rubbed and squeezed her small tit for several minutes, delighting in the feel of her little nipple as it finally hardened up and poked itself into his palm, and after a minute or so, moved his hand down over her soft white belly and then further down into her sensitive pubic area. Marlene was moaning and writhing now, wanting him to fuck her with his nice big cock.

Her mouth opened yieldingly when Calvin's tongue gently pressed between her two soft lips. He swirled his large tongue around in her small mouth and gently pressed the hardened tip of it against her small soft tongue as he gently massaged her hardening clit with my finger.

"Please . . . Put it in!" She cried out in longing.

With a course laugh followed by a grunt, he did and she came instantly. 

Marlene now considered herself a full-fledged slut and loved it. She would remain a slut and a whore for the rest of her life. 

1:20 PM

After lunch Peggy Stinson joined Kathy before their shared class in World Events. Kathy sensed something on Peggy's mind and asked her, as friends do, if something was troubling her.

"Well, yeah, but I don't think I can tell you," that said, she began to cry.

Kathy put her arm around her closest friend and offered comforting words and eventually the tears stopped and with a sniffle, Peggy began talking.

"Promise you won't tell a single soul?"

"I promise, Peggy, honest, I promise."

"This morning . . . you remember, I missed our ride?" She wiped her face with her sleeve. "I forgot my paper and ran back to get it and when I went into the house I heard some strange sounds. Well, not really strange sounds, but more unusual than strange and . . ."

"Go on," Kathy urged.

"And, I discovered my kid brother going into the shower with my mother!"

"No!"

"Yes! And Mother invited him in! Both naked and she had him soap her up and he had this huge erection pointing straight up in the air and after rubbing it against Mother a couple times he ejaculated on her rear end."

"Oh, my God!" Kathy couldn't believe what she was hearing for a moment and then she realized how close she and Dutch had come to doing it the other night and how she had been dreaming about him fucking her ever since.

"So then what happened? She asked.

"The truth?"

"Of course the truth. What, I want to hear some lies at this point? Come on!"

"I came too, just watching them."

"I can understand that, I'm already wet just listening to you telling me about it."

"You are?"

"Shit yeah! I'm as horny as the nest person, but you already know that." Both girls began to giggle.

"Mom turned around and took him in her mouth and . . . and she cleaned him off and then kissed him!"

Kathy's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh!"

"Oh, Kathy, I want to taste a cock! I can't hold out much longer. I want to have a cock explode its semen into my face; I want to suck one; I want one inside me!"

"Me too!" Kathy exclaimed and the girls hugged each other until they heard someone approaching. 

"Later today . . . you and me, okay Kathy?"

"Sure" Kathy agreed, for the itch was already spreading through her young loins.

"Where?" Peggy asked.

"My place. Mom and Dutch are going to San Francisco this afternoon. I think they have a 5 PM flight."

Peggy squeezed her thighs together. "I can't wait . . . I'm going to the girl's room and Jill." And she turned and started running down the hall toward the restroom.

After a brief hesitation, Kathy followed. 'Maybe we can get adjoining booths,' she thought, feeling the dampness growing under her skirt.

1:30 PM

Dutch Perry cancelled the rest of his appointments and squared his early departure with the other staff members and trotted down the hospital steps to greet Rosa after her frantic call to meet him in ten minutes. She was running up the steps toward him when he came through the doors.

"Let's hurry," she said, sliding behind the wheel.

"What's the problem? Dutch asked.

"Molly," she replied with an urgency Dutch hadn't seen in her before.

Molly was Rosa's neighbor whom Dutch had met and bedded before reintroducing her to Rosa. They had all had sex at Rosa's that night and convinced the confused Molly to leave her husband, and she had and was now living in her RV, but unable to find work.

"She's really down right now. I'm afraid she might try to kill herself," Rosa said, as she drove through some side streets hoping to find a short cut through the snarled traffic that lay between them and Molly's RV.

"Why for God's Sake?" 

"She feels useless, she's unable to find work; and her monies running out. She took her eyes off the road and glanced at him. "You know, we've sort of abandoned her after talking her into leaving that prick of a husband."

"Aw fuck!" Dutch said expelling his breath which he'd been holding.

"I tried to reason with her. I told her a great job could be just around the corner and not to quit trying. We gotta convince her we care."

"We do care," he said and bit his cuticle.

She drove faster, risking being pulled over and soon found herself back on the main drag with a faster moving traffic flow.




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In short order they arrived at the trailer park where Molly's RV was located. Rosa led the way to Molly's door and rang the bell. No answer. She listened at the door.

"God, I don't hear a thing," she said.

Dutch pounded on the door, shaking the RV.

"Who is it? Molly called out.

"Molly honey, let us in," Rosa said calmer now that she'd heard Molly's voice.

"Go away!"

Dutch said sternly, "If you don't let us in, I'll kick the damn door down."

There was a pause, then the lock turned and the door opened and Molly was standing there. She was wearing a white flannel bathrobe and she looked terrible. Her hair was wild and matted. There were splotches of makeup on her face and dirt under her fingernails. Her eyes were sore from crying and her face was swollen.

"I don't want to hear your damned story Molly," Rosa said, taking her arm and leading everyone into the RV. Dutch closed the door behind them and locked it.

"Nothin' to tell," Molly sniffed and started crying again. "I'm useless; serve no purpose; no reason to go on living; none at all."

Rosa led Molly through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Dutch wasn't sure what to do, but looked around. There were empty bottles of beer and gin everywhere, overflowing ashtrays, (he hadn't known she smoked) dirty plates and glasses, mounds of clothes strewn on the floor. Rosa saw them too. She turned back to him at the bathroom door.

"Maybe you can do something with this mess," she said, "while I clean Molly up."

He nodded and she closed the door. Moving swiftly and methodically around the RV, he put the empty bottles in a black, plastic garbage bag, emptied the ashtrays, folded the clothes and piled them on an armchair. He opened the windows to let the sour smell drift into the muggy afternoon air and turned the air conditioner to its highest level.

All the while he heard the shower running and wondered if Rosa had been forced to climb in with Molly just to hold her up. And as he straightened the chairs and the couch, the RV changed its character. The dirt and disorder had marked it as Molly's place. Now it seemed to belong to no one. There were no photographs of friends or loved ones; there were no books on the shelves or pictures on the walls. 'No wonder she'd become depressed,' he thought as he poured himself a glass of water from the sink's nozzle and drank the warm, rust colored water down.

'No one really lives here,' he told himself. 'We've got to do better than this for her sake,' and made that a commitment to be resolved before they left later for San Francisco.

The water had stopped running in the shower, but he heard no sounds. A jet airliner flew overhead. 'That sound must drive Molly mad,' he thought; and started washing the glasses and dishes in the sink. As he was finishing up drying them, the bathroom door opened and Rosa was standing there with a towel wrapped around her and nothing under the towel.

"Come into the bedroom," she said.

Molly was still wearing the bathrobe, but her hair was brushed straight back and her skin was shiny and her fingernails clean. She smiled at him like a kid arriving at a surprise party. Then she went to the queen-sized bed and, still wearing the robe, slipped under the covers, all the while her eyes were on Dutch.

He turned to Rosa.

She nodded at the bed and went past him, turning off the lights and drawing the one blind that wasn't already closed.

He undressed and got into bed beside Molly, engulfed by the odor of soap and fresh perfume. Molly looked directly at him and touched his face. Her skin shimmered whitely in the dim light.

Hi Molly," he said in a hoarse whisper.

"Take my robe off," she said, in a small frightened voice. "If you take it off, then everything's gonna be all right."

Dutch turned and saw Rosa suddenly naked, getting into bed on the other side of Molly. She nodded at Dutch and he began to untie the belt of Molly's bathrobe. Molly sat up and he slipped the robe off her shoulders and saw her freshly scrubbed pink nipples and lush breasts. She shifted her weight and he was able to slide the robe out from under her, dropping it on the floor.

"I've been so unhappy," she said, and suddenly began to cry.

He held her close, one of his hands reaching past her for Rosa; for her arms and breasts and face. Molly turned her face up to him and Dutch kissed her and tasted salt. He realized that Rosa was sucking one of his fingers.

And so, Dutch and Rosa began to make love to Molly, trying to console her; to heal her; taking her out of her loneliness and despair. They silently converged on her. Kissing her mouth in tandem – a trio of lips and tongues moved against each other, twirling in a single moment. 

Soft sighs filled the bedroom, followed by a gentle sucking sound as Dutch kissed and sucked one of Molly's turgid nipples and Rosa did the same to the other. He marveled at the pebbled surface of her areola and used his teeth to tug at one of her several hairs sprouting from the brown circled nipple. 

They felt Molly begin to relax and, with a soft groan, Dutch grasped his cock and inserted it in Molly's wet hole, Molly groaned in pleasure.

Then Rosa covered her mouth with a series of wet, sloppy kisses while playing with her nipples.

They both felt Molly's climax although it wasn't an especially violent one, consisting of a series of shuddering tremors and a long sigh.

After a while Molly whispered, "Don't come in me Dutch. Please don't come in me. That's for Rosa. Come in Rosa, for me, okay?"

And so he eased his member out of Molly and entered Rosa, who's vaginal passage seemed even hotter than Molly's had been, and he willed himself not to come, trying to make it last forever; or until Molly was fully consoled. And while his cock surged in and out of Rosa's seemingly molten cunt, Molly covered Rosa's face with kisses and sucked both her breasts in turn, murmuring over and over again, "You two are my true friends, my only friends."

Then Molly was behind him, pushing hard against his ass as he pounded into Rosa, the double weight flattening Rosa against the bed.

Rosa started to come, humping up against the incredible weight of both bodies and actually lifting them several inches in her frenzy. 

Molly's breasts were crushed against his back; her hands crept under him to knead Rosa's breasts as she continued to come. And finally, he could hold back no longer and exploded. Rising up like a bucking bronco, he sent his seed to the farthest corners of Rosa's uterus --- Crashing down upon Rosa who didn't seem to know or care about the collisions as Dutch tried to dislodge Molly from his back, only to have Molly yank on his hair to maintain her position. And underneath the pile of flesh Rosa moaned and came and came again. Finally all three collapsed and lay still on the weary bed.

That didn't end things. They dozed for a while, Molly holding his limp cock, while his hand lay fingers spread open across her pussy and his mouth was agape inches from Rosa's sperm drooling cunt. 

Later Rosa brought in large cold glasses of Pepsi. They drank in silence, listening to the birds chirping outside and then hugged Molly between them, until she wriggled free and began sucking his cock. Rosa got up and sat in a chair facing them. As Dutch's cock grew to its fullest, Rosa began to masturbate. Dutch watched her and found that he couldn't come, no matter how well or how hard Molly labored on him. But Rosa came, groaning loudly and on hearing her, Molly released his cock from her mouth and called to Rosa.

"Get over here!"

Half bent over, still in the throes of coming, Rosa rolled off the chair and stumbled to the bed and then Molly plunged her blonde head between those dark thighs, offering her own pink ass to Dutch, her cunt a thick gorged red, the blonde hairs almost invisible in the dim lighting; the lips slippery from her excretions and her asshole, tiny and tight, with dozens of little lines vanishing into the hole. He wet himself in her cunt and then eased himself into her asshole. Molly's body shuddered and rose and trembled and pulled away, and then pushed back at him to take him into her for she preferred taking it in the ass. And as Dutch surged into her rectum, Rosa's dusky hands gripped Molly's blonde head and pulled her face into her come filled cunt.

Afterward Molly smiled at them and said, "Thank you."

They spoke briefly, telling her what they were up to and assured her that in a couple days they would be introducing her to Alice and Robert, who were in a better position to find her some gainful employment. Molly appeared reassured and Rosa felt she would make it while they were gone.

They made their flight with seconds to spare. 



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Chapter 10

Formerly 29 & 30

San Francisco Weekend

As they rode in the cab after leaving the airport, Dutch explained to Rosa who had never been to the city before, that no matter how convenient it may seem they wouldn't even consider driving. 

"It's not that driving is difficult," he said, "it's just that parking is nonexistent, well not really, but its premium prices everywhere for the privilege of parking in the city."

Rosa's eyes widened at that, for she was accustomed to driving everywhere around the L. A. area.

"Uh uh, not here," He said. "Here we use public transportation. It's available to almost everywhere and I think you'll find hopping on and off the trolleys a lot of fun. And with With its crowded streets, bustling markets, mysterious alleys, hidden temples and busy restaurants," he paused to take a breath, and the cab driver glanced over his shoulder and smiled in deference to Dutch's knowledge of his city.

"You know this town pretty well huh, buddy?" The Cabby said with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Dutch replied. I lived here for several years. And until very recently they were the best years of my life."

The cabby nodded happily and swerved around a slower moving van.

For that comment, Rosa gave Dutch a big hug and laid a kiss on his cheek, leaving an imprint of her lips. She immediately began rubbing it with a tissue from her purse to remove the lipstick stain. Dutch didn't mind at all. He was delighted to be back in a city that he truly loved.

"Los Angles is fine as far as it goes," he said to Rosa, "but this town . . . this town has character. I mean, take Chinatown and Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. You gotta see the bridge shrouded in fog; it might be the most romantic setting in the world."

She hugged his arm at the use of the word romantic, and promptly forgot the reason for their escape to this city, avoiding the police in their investigation of the Clarice's murder.

Dutch continued his talking tour. "And the Japanese Tea Garden, absolutely beautiful, one of the finest in the world . . . you'd have to go to Japan to see anything better."

"Are we going to see that today?" she asked.

"Why not?" he responded and then continued on. "First though, we'll explore Fisherman's Wharf and Ghirardelli Square. You can get some shopping in as we hop around town." He smiled at her and she beamed back at him.

He picked up where he'd left off, "We're not meeting Marilyn until tomorrow afternoon. We'll have dinner with her someplace nice and the next afternoon we'll fly back home.

"All this sounds great," she said, thinking this was like a mini-honeymoon more than a brief escape from the potential notoriety of being among the last to see poor Clarice.

"And I'm saving Chinatown for tonight," Dutch said, "Its San Francisco's most colorful neighborhood. It's also among the most famous, and it teems with visitors. Beyond all the tacky tourist traps, I'll show you an authentic area well worth exploring."

"Oh, Dutch, I love you so much," Rosa said and they kissed and were still kissing when the cab pulled up at the Hyatt Fisherman's Wharf, Hotel.

Rosa noted that the Powell and Mason Cable Car Line were across the street and that everyone was streaming toward what must be the wharf itself.

They registered and had their luggage brought up to their room on the 12th floor. Rosa was stunned by the view of the harbor and the spectacular waterfront in front of her. 

"The view . . . it's actually breathtaking, honey."

"I was hoping you'd be impressed," he said as he donned a pair of Nike sneakers. "Better put something comfortable on, we'll be doing a lot of walking today."

"Okay," she said and opened her suitcase and drew out a pair of Addias walking shoes and began putting them on.

"And a sweater, I know it's warm out right now, but the temperature changes fast and often in this town. It's better to be prepared." Thus warned, Rosa tied the arms of a cardigan around her slim waist and felt she was ready to take on San Francisco.

"I have to say that I'm getting hungry, could we eat first?"

"Sure, that's what I had in mind for us anyway. How about something fishy?"

"Hey," she smiled, "when in Rome . . ."

They lunched at Cioppino's on the Wharf; taking a table outside and enjoying the cool breeze and the seagulls flying overhead. They both settled on the restaurant's most famous dish and had what Dutch called, "the best damn cioppino in the city if not the world."

As they dined, he told Rosa, "There's no shortage of places to eat on Fisherman's Wharf, or all around the city for that matter. I have serious doubts about getting a bad meal in San Francisco. But of course I do have my favorites. Aliotto's is my all time favorite. They serve great seafood, have a beautiful view of the bay, and across the street is another favorite; the Boudin Bakery; which serves up steaming clam chowder in sourdough bread bowls. 

But we can't eat all day and night, we'll explode," he was looking at her and Rosa felt herself blush like a young girl.

"What?" She said with a shy smile.

'You're beautiful," he said, "truly beautiful."

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me." 

Other diners heard the comment, and were smiling at the two of them. He stood up and holding his napkin in one hand waved the other to garner people's attention. "I think this lovely lady is beautiful, do you folks agree?"

The surrounding patrons burst into applause. Even several passersby stopped and joined in. Rosa was mortified and delighted at the same time.

And then basking in a smile from Rosa that told everyone around them how much she loved him, he sat and they finished their meal without another word. But throughout the remainder of that meal, their eyes relayed untold pledges of love back and forth.

When they left the restaurant, he inquired if she would like to get some shopping in and like a small girl she nodded affirmatively.

"Good," he laughed, "I never for a moment thought you'd say no. So let's start around the corner at the College Shop."

"Lead on, McDuff," she said, and spun around causing her skirt to flare out and up, providing Dutch and several passersby a revealing look at her magnificent legs. 

They toured the College Shop and she selected several items sporting Stanford's logo for Kathy' three "T" shirts, extra large, one football jersey and a matching pair of shorts. Rosa thought of Kathy's friend Peggy and also selected a sweatshirt for her with the University of California, Berkeley on it.

They also went into the NFL Shop, also located on Pier 39 and She selected what she playfully called "his" and "hers" Oakland Raider jerseys for Alice and Robert.

A short walk found them in Ghirardelli Square, once a chocolate factory, now considered a historic landmark that is home to an exceptional collection of over 50 specialty shops, galleries and award winning restaurants and breathtaking views of the San Francisco Bay and Alcatraz. They purchased boxes of Ghirardelli Chocolate for Mom and Molly and then returned to their hotel to set the presents aside and continue with their tour of the city by the bay.

First they boarded the Blue and Gold Fleet boat and headed out to Alcatraz Island. Enroute they learned Alcatraz is perhaps the most famous former jail in the world. Its name, taken from the Spanish for 'pelican', has become notorious since it housed the States' most hardened criminals, including Machine Gun Kelly, Robert 'The Birdman' Stroud and Al Capone, who apparently lost his mind as well as his liberty there. 

The island first became a prison back in 1854, but came into its own after the 1906 earthquake, promising unrelentingly hellish and inescapable conditions. In the 1920's and 1930's a new wave of crime had swept across the U.S. The problem was that, no sooner did law enforcement authorities manage to incarcerate the bad guys then their buddies in crime would bust them out. With this problem in mind, the U.S. Justice Department began looking into a maximum security prison that was inaccessible and thereby inescapable. When they found Alcatraz, it was almost too good to be true. 

Both Dutch and Rosa were surprised to learn about the Indian occupation of Alcatraz in 1969 -- 1971 after it had closed its doors as a federal prison in 1963. And the early military fortifications represented there as well. It was the first U.S. fort on the pacific coast; and featured the West Coast's first (and oldest operating) lighthouse. As they toured the ground they came upon several of the island's many natural features ---gardens, tide pools, bird colonies, and a view of San Francisco Bay beyond compare. 

They sailed back to the mainland utterly content, returned to their hotel, showered and changed for the evening. 

Dutch surprised Rosa by hiring a rickshaw at the Chinatown Gateway, a dragon-crowned portal located on the corner of Bush and Grant. He seemed to know something about this areas history and proudly related to Rosa that the street was originally known as Dupont Street; and that the road was notorious for its opium dens and gambling halls. 

"Ah," he said, "but that was yesterday. Today, Grant Avenue is still notorious, but for a different reason. Try counting the number of shops selling jade jewelry; and see how many others sell clay Buddha statues and electronics and kites."

Rosa was dazzled by it all and felt that she had been transported into a foreign land; which in some ways she had.

They left the rickshaw after winding up back in front of the Empress of China.

"Let's have a cocktail here, Rosa," he said and they rode the elevator to the sixth floor and passed a few straggling tourists eating in the dining room as they headed for the glowing green cocktail lounge on the left. Rosa sighed as she sat down in a deep swivel chair and Dutch spun her around to the magnificent view of Russian Hill.

"How did you ever find this place? It's fantastic, honey."

"I found it in another lifetime. I spent a few years here both before and after my navy days." 

The bartender, a petite Chinese woman approached them and Dutch ordered a pair of Jade Empress's.

"I don't get to order my own drink?" she said, teasing him.

"Normally yeah, you would. But right now I want you to forget your troubles by drinking one of these. It's called a Jade Empress. It's really Midori and coconut milk, and maybe some other secret ingredient."

With her first sip, Rosa knew he was right. They each had another before moving on to dine elsewhere in Chinatown and on returning to their room on Fisherman's wharf made lazy, unhurried love before falling asleep, leaving their worries behind them.

***

The next morning they set out to explore the Golden Gate Bridge from several aspects and found it swathed in fog. Still, Rosa was up to walking across it and hour and a half later they had a sumptuous breakfast in Marrin County, followed by a guided tour of Muir's Woods that Rosa said, "took her breath away." 

They "hitched" a ride to Sausalito with a couple on their honeymoon and bought them lunch at a small restaurant close to a bevy of houseboats and a background of San Francisco's skyline across the bay. 

Later they said goodbye to the couple and walked along the shore until they grew tired. Eventually they recrossed the bay, this time catching a ride on a motor launch and found themselves back in San Francisco only several blocks from their hotel. 

They took a short nap then dressed, eager to meet Marilyn, who to Rosa was a lady of mystery. To Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he'd ever known.

Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza off-the-shoulder dress as they arrived at Marilyn's brownstone. Marilyn had shooed the girls out, arranging for them to spend the night at Tucker's. She wanted Dutch and his fiancée all to herself.

The women hit it off from the very beginning. Both were pleased that they didn't have to fawn over one another with false sincerity. They were pleased with the genuine feelings they seemed to share, and both kept looking at Dutch like proud parents.

Marilyn made cocktails for everyone and after the initial round of toasts, Marilyn, in her straightforward manner broke the ice, if there indeed was any to break, by asking, "So Rosa, how do you find this guy in bed?"

Rosa was nonplussed at the question and, squeezing Dutch's thigh, said, "He's the best I've ever had."

Marilyn arched an eyebrow at this and Rosa's fingernail lightly traced the growing outline of Dutch's rising erection. 

"I won't ask if you've had enough to know," Marilyn purred, showing her fangs for the first time.

"You don't have to," Rosa said with a smile and rubbed his cock. "This cock is the best I've ever tasted, the best I've ever had rammed in me and that includes my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Did he get to do you in all three too?"

"Yes, he did and I have to agree with you. He is the best. Why don't you take him out of that confining pair of pants and let him breathe a little?"

Rosa was about to do just that when Dutch decided it had gone far enough. "We have reservations, don't we?" He asked as he placed his hand over Rosa's stopping her from unzipping him. "Let's go eat. If you ladies want to unveil me later, fine, but right now I'm hungry and you both know enough to feed a hungry man, right?"

Both women were mildly excited, but agreed and after finishing their drinks rose to leave for the restaurant.

Marilyn had selected the First Crush Restaurant, located on 5th Street, just north of Market. They were seated in a corner and to everyone's surprise no one was seated near them.

They ordered appetizers first, with Rosa choosing the Crab Cake, served over sautéed leeks and dressed with a mustard cream. Marilyn opted for Baked Cambozola, which proved to be a generous portion of melted camboloza served with toast points and sprinkled with green onion garnish. Dutch had decided on an all fish evening and selected the Seared Ahi Tuna, which proved to be a fine sushi-grade tuna, pan-seared and served on a bed of fresh sautéed roma tomatoes accented with shallots, capers and a dash of garlic.

He also selected the wine, knowing both women preferred white wine, he asked the server for the Kalin Chardonnay, Sonoma Valley, 1993. It was expensive at $85.00, but he felt it was an unusual occasion and that a good wine was called for.

The appetizers proved to be veritable meals by themselves and as they ordered their Entrees each person at the table secretly wondered if they would be able to finish their meal.

Rosa ordered Lobster Tagliatelli, which turned out to be flat ribbon pasta tossed with fresh Maine lobster in a rich cream sauce with a touch of cayenne.

Marilyn deliberately selected the Horseradish Crusted Salmon Fillet that was grilled & finished with a whole grain mustard sauce, and accompanied with julienne vegetables & dill mashed potatoes.

Dutch picked the Fresh local halibut on a bed of purple potato purée with a citrus beurre-blanc sauce.

No one finished their meal. Rosa did hers justice and Dutch demolished his halibut, but left everything else virtually untouched. Marilyn picked at her meal, seemingly savoring horseradish crust more than the salmon itself.

Dutch excused himself to go to the men's room and when Rosa stood up to go to the ladies, Marilyn declined, saying, "You don't mind going alone, do you? I have wanted to study that picture in the corner since we sat down."

"Oh, no, not at all, I'm a big girl," Rosa smiled at Marilyn, "I can go by myself." 

"You are certainly a big girl," Marilyn said looking at Rosa's chest, as she also stood. Both women headed in opposite directions, but as Rosa entered the powder room, Marilyn feigned having dropped an earring and went back to the table and casually knelt down as if searching for it, but carefully crept under the tablecloth and waited for them to return.

Dutch left the men's room after empting his bladder and made his way back to the table to find a smiling Rosa waiting for him. Evidently he'd been gone long enough for the waiter to bring dessert and for Marilyn to answer her own call of nature, because she was absent and his cheesecake and hers were on the table along with Rosa's fresh strawberries and a pot of coffee and three cups.

"Is she powdering her nose?" he inquired of Rosa. 

"I guess," she responded. "I left her admiring the painting over there," she pointed at the wall near the entry. "It looks like a valuable original. I'm not sure, but it could be a Picasso, from his blue Period and it's very impressive." 

The waiter reappeared and poured coffees for the two of them as Dutch regarded his cheesecake with some apprehension. He picked up his fork then decided he could wait. It wouldn't take Marilyn that long, it never had in the years they were married.

He reached for his coffee, stopped himself when he felt a hand on his thigh. Jesus Christ, she was under the table! What was she going to do down there? He asked himself. And wasn't that a stupid question, he answered right back. His eyes darted to Rosa, who sensed something was wrong.

"What?" She asked. 

Before he could reply, all doubt vanished, the hand moved to his groin, fingers worked the zipper; and in seconds he felt her breath on him, and then she had him in her mouth.

To her credit, Rosa picked up on what was happening almost as quickly as Dutch had. Arching her eyebrows, she gestured under the table and he weakly nodded. A smile curled across her mouth and she held a napkin to her mouth to contain whatever sound she thought might escape. 

This was delicious, she thought, Dutch surprised by a woman, utterly delicious. And she leaned back in her chair and studied his face.

He sat there, wondering if anyone in the room other than Rosa had a clue what was going on. Someone must have seen her getting under the table. Did it really matter?

Oh, hell, he finally decided, nothing mattered but the sheer pleasure of it, for Marilyn was exceptionally good at this; and apparently in no hurry either. He looked across at Rosa who was calmly spooning strawberries into her own luscious mouth.

She saw him looking at her and stuck her strawberry-covered tongue out at him, and then cast her eyes down to her plate. Feeling a bit devilish himself, he took a bite of his cheesecake.

God, it was exquisite, Marilyn thought, this feeling of utter submission, kneeling unseen before him, his fiancé sitting across from him as she serviced him anonymously, totally in control. Rosa must know. She must have seen something in his face that gave him away. She was a woman and women looked for signs like this. But she had spoken only one word: "What?" Obviously questioning some action on his part, that meant he'd had to answer her, but he hadn't said a word. A gesture? It must have been a gesture. Perhaps he'd used his eyes to signal her. She knew . . . 

Rosa knew she was under the table and hadn't made a fuss. Dutch really had himself a good woman there. And she would reward her too before coming up for air.'

The thought made her giddy and she held herself in check, keeping from laughing out loud by thinking about the lovely penis in her mouth. An iron rod in a velvet glove, she thought, so sweetly soft on the surface, so iron-hard within.

She cupped his balls in her hand, ringed the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. He gasped when she tucked the tip of one finger into him, and she thrilled at that, and at the way the sphincter tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed . . .

Rosa tried to imagine what Marilyn was doing and how she was doing it only inches from her. The varied expressions on his face told her much, but she had to resist taking a peek under the table and to fight off a surprisingly strong impulse to get under there herself and wrest his precious cock away from her.




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 10



No, she told herself, we'd share him -- that would be the proper thing to do. At the last, she let loose a shrill titter that she quickly covered with her napkin. Jesus, Rosa thought, now everyone will be watching, aware that something's going on and it won't take a genius to figure out what. It's every man's fantasy... well one of them' and she giggled softly as Dutch glared at her in consternation.

Marilyn was completely in charge, letting him build to a climax, then easing off, tightening her grip on the base of his cock to choke off the orgasm before it could start. Then building again, moving toward the finish, and backing off, and resuming and... her mind wondered. 

She knew there were women who refused to do this. But that in today's climate they were fast becoming a minority group as younger women now tended to see a blowjob as an easy way to satisfy a man, not far removed from a goodnight kiss.

Dutch remained passive; almost expressionless as he looked at Rosa while inwardly squirming, trying to come, thwarted by Marilyn's expertise at restraining his climax.

"Is she better than me?" Rosa asked after spooning the last of her desert into her mouth and daintily licking a tiny morsel from her upper lip.

Marilyn heard her and bit his cock in warning. Rosa saw him grimace and knew what had happened.

"Never mind, honey, I'm sure she's very good at... what she does." And smiled a Cheshire-like grin at his exasperated, almost hopeless expression.

Marilyn gave the bitten flesh a soft, gentle lick and decided it was time to let him come, after all she still had Rosa to finish off and she couldn't stay under the table all day, could she?

This time she let his crescendo reach all the way to the coda, and his semen spurted and she drank it down, thinking that she could feel its energy radiating outward through her whole body all the way to her fingers and toes. She kept him in her mouth and sucked him, but more gently now, and felt him soften and shrink, and she sipped the last drop from him, wiped him dry with her napkin, tucked him back into his pants, and zipped him up.

Rosa heard the distinct sound the zipper made as it closed and wondered what she would say to Marilyn when she surfaced from under the table. But when Marilyn's hand began to glide up her thigh Rosa's startled expression told Dutch all he needed to know and he reached across the table and took Rosa's hand in his and said, "Enjoy it, I'm sure she's very good at this."

I'm wearing pantyhose, Rosa told herself, how can she? And then she felt Marilyn's breath on her crotch, and a moment later teeth were tearing at the fabric of Rosa's pantyhose. The sexual tension in Rosa's belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did nothing to stop Marilyn. She didn't know how to, nor did she want to.

"Your ex-wife seems very casual about public sex," she said conversationally to Dutch. Suddenly her eyes went wide as Marilyn reached through the torn hose and grabbed the crotch of her thronged panties pulling them to the side then opened her mouth to its fullest and covered Rosa's entire mound.

Dutch just grinned, took a sample of the cheesecake and followed it with some coffee. Marilyn began licking Rosa's pussy, bringing her tongue from the rear of her slit up to the top, teasing her enflamed clitoris each time she reached it.

Rosa began to squirm up and away but Marilyn held her thigh tightly with one hand and kept her face buried in Rosa's crotch. Marilyn continued lapping away for several minutes, each time pressing her tongue harder against Rosa's vulva, eventually separating her labia with repetitive upstrokes, and finally forced her tongue into her pussy. 

After about 5 minutes of licking like this Marilyn took the engorged clit into her mouth and rubbed it hard with her tongue. Marilyn backed off and brought her fingers into play. And when her index finger brushed the side of Rosa's clit and caused Rosa to shudder, she called out, sotto-voice, "Tell me Rosa, how do you like to be fucked?"

"Umm," Rosa managed as Marilyn's finger slid past her turgid clit and the tip dipped between the swollen lips and encountered the pool of lubrication building there. 

"Slowly . . . gently," Rosa gasped softly. Dutch saw her eyes close as the sexual tension took her higher. 

Two of Marilyn's fingertips were now sliding up and down her slimy slit. Rosa thought she'd die if they weren't inside her, churning away at her and wondered if Marilyn had the necessary angle to accomplish it.

Marilyn teased her, stoking the wet, swollen labia's lips but didn't go inside. 

Rosa bit her lip. "Shit. Oh come on . . . please?" 

Marilyn obliged and slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly.

And that was the start of a regular, slow, finger-fuck.

Rosa became hotter and hotter. Needing more, needing it faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously good, but almost dying from the frustration. Marilyn slipped a second finger into Rosa's waiting pussy and Rosa began to hump against them in a slow matching rhythm. 

Rosa, bit her lip again and forced herself to keep her hands on the table. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Marilyn lowered her mouth, pressing her tongue as far into Rosa's cunt as she could, Rosa came hard and Marilyn wasn't prepared for what happened as Rosa's pent up juices spurted into her mouth. Marilyn felt them hit her tongue first and suddenly her mouth was full with this strange, hot, creamy liquid. She had no choice but to swallow, easing the flow down the back of her throat and only then did the opportunity to savor the magnificent flavor of Rosa's feminine nectar. 

Marilyn couldn't have enjoyed Rosa's orgasm more if it had been her own. After a long moment Marilyn called out softly, "Is anyone looking our way?"

Rosa was still in an enchanted bliss and didn't or couldn't respond. Dutch gave a furtive glance around, but answered, "I can't really tell."

"It doesn't matter," Marilyn murmured, and reached to remove an earring. She got out from under the table, holding up the earring in triumph, and refastened it to her ear before sitting down again.

"You amaze me," Dutch said.

"If anyone was watching," she said, "they saw a woman who dropped an earring and managed to find it again."

He laughed, "Unless they've been glancing over here off and on for the last ten or fifteen minutes."

"Is that how long I was down there?"

"You don't rally care if anybody knows what just happened do you?"

"No."

"You even get a kick of the idea."

"A little, I'm a naughty girl."

"I'll say you are," Rosa chimed in, with a smile that said it had been a wonderful experience.

"Would the two of you like to go back to my place and continue our threesome?"

"Rosa?" Dutch asked.

"Well, I'm thoroughly warmed up, so why not?" 

***

Back at the Brownstone, Rosa removed her big earrings and unhooked her necklace, then laid them on a night table. At the same time, Marilyn was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As she carelessly flung it aside, Dutch saw that her breasts, still contained in her bra, seemed to have gotten fuller since he had last seen them.

Then Rosa emulated Marilyn's semi-strip, gradually opening up the top part of her dress, smiling at the couple watching her.

As if to counter Rosa's performance, Marilyn unfastened her bra, shook her shoulders and let it drift to the floor. Then she kicked her little shoes off. Rosa shed her dress and stood there letting both of them see her shredded pantyhose before pulling them inside out to get them down and off.

Dutch had his shirt off and was lowering his slacks as Marilyn removed her skirt. She wore nothing beneath it and so was the first one naked. She sat down and stuck her legs up in the air. Dutch finished next, but only because Rosa stopped to gaze upon Marilyn's charms for a moment and then descended upon her left breast, gripping it lightly with both hands before lowering her mouth to the nipple to taste her old rival's nectar.

Dutch followed, and Marilyn felt a vibrating current running up and down her body. Her arms came up and encircled both her nursing lovers. Then Rosa's mouth was on Marilyn's and two vastly experienced tongues met for the first time, and during that kiss, both learned new tricks in the art of kissing. 

Dutch remained on her breast, his tongue circling her aureole, his hand snaking downward across her stomach to rest on Marilyn's shaven mound. Then he sent a finger stealthily moving down between the lips of her labia.

Time passed, Marilyn kept her eyes closed, resisting the urge to find out who was doing what, and where. She preferred to guess. The finger turned into two, then three, and she knew it was now Rosa's hand working its way into her, for Dutch had just begun French kissing her while roughly squeezing a breast.

"Oh, yeah! Squeeze 'em, Dutch!" She moaned and her legs began to open, wider and wider; her hips began to churn as Rosa's fingers found their way into what was now a fairly slippery crevice.

She opened her eyes and saw Rosa's tits hanging over her at a weird angle as she ploughed her fingers into Marilyn's cunt. Marilyn reached out and started playing with the pendulous breasts, eliciting a long sigh from Rosa.

"I have a little something more to do," Dutch said, grinning then he started kissing his way down her stomach. Marilyn let go of Rosa's breasts and closed her eyes again. She felt Rosa's fingers leave her and groaned at the loss only to gasp when Dutch's face pressed against her loins. Then his tongue, his wonderful tongue, was sucking on the lips of her vagina.

"Nice!" She moaned, "Oh, so very nice!"

His tongue mooshed around hunting for her clit, and found it. Marilyn gasped again. 

She had one hand on his head and the other on her nipple, pulling on it. Marilyn was having trouble accepting the waves of pleasure sweeping over her, and then, suddenly, Rosa was tonguing her asshole and the intensity of her pleasure doubled. She was coming. Her hips jerked spasmodically, but Dutch managed to hold her in place and continued to ravage her with his mouth. The tongues kept going, and Marilyn kept coming. And, an eternity later the sensation of the orgasmic waves subsided and an almost fully spent Marilyn pled with the two of them to cease.

"No more . . . God, no more!"

"We just wanted to get even with you for the restaurant." Rosa giggled and then kissed her on the lips, sucking the lower one out just a little and then letting it snap back.

"You've got nice tits," Rosa added.

"Thanks, yours are great too."

"You'll have to try them later."

"I will, have no fear of that." And Marilyn sign contentedly and stretched out.

"Fuck me Dutch," Rosa said, her throat gone dry with her need of him. "I need you inside me!"

He kissed her, his tongue flicked her teeth and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She bit his upper lip and he moaned. She moved lower and took him in her mouth. Then she was rubbing his cock all over her face, especially her lips. Her cheeks slid over his saliva covered shaft and her eyebrows tickled his testicles as she took one and then the other into her seemingly cavernous mouth and toyed with his sacks.

From the other side of the bed, Marilyn watched with growing lust as Rosa's nimble tongue swirled around his scrotum and then licked his ass.

"I'm gonna come soon if you don't quit that," he gasped, breathing heavily.

"Okay, okay," Rosa huffed, "Put it in, go on, and put it in."

Marilyn sprang into action, grasping his erection and directing it between Rosa's spreading thighs. She noted the flesh of Rosa's cunt was cherry red. As she steered his heavy prick into Rosa, Marilyn saw her labia pulled back, and glimpsed the fiery flesh inside.

'I'm going to nibble on that in just a little while,' she told herself as Dutch sank into Rosa's grasping, clutching, foam-flecked sleeve. 

He was fucking her spoon fashion. That is -- they lay front to back, spooning as it were, and he was behind her but not on her. This enabled Dutch to hammer his prick into her, deeply and quickly, using rabbit-like strokes for as long as he could sustain them. 

Dutch was startled by Rosa's relaxed state. Usually she was somewhat tense, fighting with him for control, but at the moment she had conceded everything, letting him take the initiative, and total control. He found her so relaxed and so full of fluids it was almost troublesome in that it barely felt like a woman's vagina he was surging into.

But Rosa's pacific state didn't last long. As Dutch continued to pump, the goo inside her spilled out, oozing between her legs and soaking the sheets. This improved the friction on his cock and the muscles of her cunt responded accordingly. Her face was grimaced in concentrating on the varied sensations rippling through her body. From the tips of her toes, to the tips of her nipples; vibrating through her belly and jaw.

Marilyn moved in and began kissing Rosa and this helped bring Rosa's climax to the fore.

After what seemed an eternity Rosa's orgasm seemed to have passed and she came back down, but her lover was still fucking her from behind, their bodies were both slick with sweat and she knew he must be tiring. Suddenly he groaned and squeezed her breasts. Rosa felt him swelling, and then there was sudden hard pressure against my pelvis, followed by a cascade of delicious warmth surging into her cunt. She pushed back against him until he finished and then collapsed on top of her. 

Both women gently stroked his back, but after a moment or so, Marilyn slid down and took his shriveled prick in her mouth and cleaned him.

Dutch was breathing hard; so was Rosa. For a while they just lay there, eyes closed, until Marilyn revived them with cold drinks and loud jazz from her stereo.

Rosa and Marilyn began to talk about how it was odd that the both of them loved the Bisexual life style and discovered they both had had similar bad experiences, with their Fathers, when very young. 

"Rosa said, "Oh, yeah, I'll never forget how I cried myself to sleep the first time he took me."

"Me too," said Marilyn. I remember my asshole was bleeding, and I thought I was going to die."

"Oh, honey!" Rosa said and put her arm around Marilyn to comfort her.

A tear rolled down Marilyn's cheek. "The bastard did the same thing to both my sisters, and if he hadn't been killed in a barroom fight I think I would have killed him myself."

"And then," Rosa went on, "I finally found a decent guy and he..." she stopped to compose herself. "He killed himself racing his damn car. The only thing he left me was my daughter, Kathy, who's the apple of my eye."

"Well," Marilyn said, wiping another tear away, "we've both met this guy here," and pointed to Dutch. "He's a prince and not only a nice guy, but he knows how to treat a woman."

"You've got that right," Rosa said, smiling at her and then turning to smile at Dutch.

Marilyn shrugged her shoulders. "If I hadn't been such an asshole I'd still be married to him."

"Then I never would have met him . . . or you." Rosa said softly.

"Yeah, it's strange how things work out. I never thought I feel his cock in me again, but now . . ."

"I know," Rosa said, "now you can get a little taste once in a while."

"Thanks to your generosity," Marilyn said and kissed her on the mouth and then lay back down.

After a short recess, Marilyn picked up where she'd left off, and hefted Dutch's limp, but still formidable cock to her lips. She couldn't keep her hands off him, she kept grabbing him, grabbing his thighs, pulling him towards her; grabbing the base of his prick as he pumped her mouth; rolling his balls, running her open hand with fingers spread wide up his sweaty chest.

And Rosa had settled in, worming her way between Marilyn's legs to the "V" of her loins and went down on the woman sucking her fiancée. Marilyn pushed back against Rosa, a serpentine undulation that helped force Dutch's prick even deeper into her mouth. Dutch found her mouth hot, slippery and smooth.

Suddenly Marilyn spat his prick out of her mouth. "Oh, man, oh, oh, oh!" But continued to pump his cock with her fist. 

"Oh God, oh . . . God!" Only then did he realize that Rosa was doing a superlative job of cunnilingus on her. 

Marilyn's whole body grew flushed -- turning red as a boiled lobster. Her feet pounded against the mattress, but she never relinquished her hold on his cock. In fact she was squeezing him so it had turned an angry shade of purple. This however, did not bother Dutch who was entranced at his ex-wife's gyrations under the remarkable tonguing Rosa was applying.

Rosa's hands had Marilyn's ass cheeks in a death grip. Marilyn's breath was now coming in short, ragged gasps. But she continued to stroke his thickening member with renewed vigor, goading it back to its full size, readying it for another fuck.

Through the sexual haze that had descended upon him, Dutch heard Rosa growl at Marilyn, "I've been wanting to do this since you first touched him in the restaurant," and watched her squirm as Rosa's hands found her firm mounds, squeezed them, pinched the puffy nipples.

"Oh, honey, that. . . that feels so good," Marilyn moaned, writhing under the silken touch of Rosa's hands on her swollen tits --- now caressing them with a gentleness she'd never known. And she released her hold on Dutch's erection.

Marilyn's pussy was literally steaming. Rosa could feel the juices flowing out onto her leg as Marilyn humped Rosa's firm thigh; and was soon easily sliding her wet pussy along it. 

Inspired by Marilyn's uncontrolled wantonness, Rosa licked down her squirming body, down her neck, across the upper slope of her mounds, licking back and forth between them, her tongue leaving a slick trail in its wake, but she was careful not to touch the nipples with her tongue. 

Finally Rosa could resist no more --- opening her mouth wide --- she swooped down on Marilyn's left breast and enveloped the jutting nipple with her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh, yes!" Marilyn gasped as she felt Rosa's hot mouth on her tit. The sensations caused by the clever little tongue lapping at it; swirling all around it were delectable. And doubled the pleasure as Rosa shifted her attention to the other one. 

Rosa laved the panting woman's tits with her tongue, near delirious at the totally new--totally wicked!--sensation of feeling this woman's nipples in her mouth, incredibly turned on by the little moans of encouragement that Marilyn was wordlessly uttering. Rosa was convinced that if she took a moment to slip a finger inside herself, it would melt away--her pussy was that hot!

Knowing that Marilyn probably felt the same way, Rosa decided she would wait no more and began to slither down Marilyn's body, which was now heaving with anticipation as the raven haired Rosa slid down her body, licking her stomach, flicking at her belly button with her tongue, making a slow journey to her ultimate goal. 

Dutch stroked his penis slowly as he watched Rosa busily devouring Marilyn. Rosa was on her knees with her ass toward the window so that he could see her open cunt and her breasts hanging down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but the spasms of Marilyn's body told him all he needed to know. If their aim was to torture him through sheer excitement, they were winning the war. 

He gazed at Marilyn's face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to capture something as she came. 

"Don't tease me, lover," Marilyn pleaded, entwining her fingers in Rosa's black hair. "Come on, baby, do it, do it!"

Dutch looked on with interest. The two women were getting along much better than he had imagined they might.




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Kissing Marilyn's trimmed triangle, Rosa looked up at her, brown eyes staring with false innocence at her trembling friend. "Do what?" she asked coyly, bending her head down slightly and breathing hot air across Marilyn's dripping slit, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of Marilyn's honey.

"You know, baby...you know!" Marilyn begged.

"I want you to say it," Rosa teased, bending her lips closer still to Marilyn's pussy; blowing air across her swollen clit.

"I . . . I want you to eat me, lover," Marilyn pleaded, her face shining with lust. "Please lick my pussy . . . please!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," replied Rosa, bringing her face down the final few inches. Her slender pink tongue flicked out like that of a cat, lapped up some of the dewy moisture covering Marilyn's petals. Not in her wildest imaginings could she have believed that the taste would be so exquisite; the flavor coursed through Rosa like fiery nectar, sweet and addictive. Drunk with her first taste of Marilyn's pussy, Rosa clamped her mouth down against Marilyn's vagina, desperate to sample more and more of the honeyed elixir dripping from her snatch.

"Oh, God!" Marilyn cried out, arching her ass up off the floor, pressing Rosa's mouth tighter against her.

Marilyn screamed, "That's it, lover! That's so . . . AHHHH . . . so . . . AHHHH . . . FUCKING GOOD!" 

The sensation was incredible. Rosa's tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere, sucking on her clit, licking at her steaming hole, thrusting into her quivering body. Marilyn's hands came up and began playing with her own nipples, pulling on them, pinching them, while her hips rolled in a rhythm set by Rosa's wonderful mouth.

"Don't stop -- don't ever stop!" she cried as she writhed on Rosa's pretty face.

Shifting slightly on the floor, Rosa brought one of her hands forward, inside Marilyn's trembling thighs. As her tongue shifted up to swirl around Marilyn's engorged clitoris, she reached Marilyn's sopping hole with her hand, slid two fingers easily into the satiny sheath. Marilyn convulsed, her thighs squeezing the Rosa's head tight.

"UNGHHH! OH . . . GOD . . . YES!" she roared as she felt Rosa slipping her fingers into her soaked cavern.

Struggling to lift her head off the bed, she gazed down through bright lust-crazed eyes at the busy woman, delighting in the contrast of Rosa's dusky flesh against her own white skin -- the black hair, wildly disarrayed, caressing her silken thighs with feathery touches. 

Marilyn felt those clever little fingers plunging in and out of her, caressing her inner, sugary walls as they danced back and forth, wringing mindless gasps of pleasure from her lips.

Marilyn's wordless cries and moans gained in intensity, as Rosa added a third slender finger to the two already fucking Marilyn's cunt. She was so, so wet -- the fingers slid in and out of Marilyn's heated furnace with ease, Rosa sucked Marilyn's now quivering clit into her mouth, lapping at it, sliding down along her oh so very delicate lower lips. 

Dutch moved in on them, wetting a finger in his mouth he directed it against Rosa's puckered asshole. Rosa groaned and wriggled her ass. He pushed the finger in, it met no resistance and still she pushed back at him, obviously wanting more.

The excitement built inside Marilyn, she could feel the orgasm welling up inside her, starting slow, but gathering speed as small tremors began to wrack her body. Her mouth opened, and a keening noise filled the air; growing with intensity as Rosa, aware she was close to coming, redoubled her efforts --- finger fucking her while worshiping her swollen clit with the mouth of a woman possessed. Loving the feel of his finger jabbing her; and loving that she was getting Marilyn off -- that her efforts were going to make Marilyn come memorably hard.

And then it began:

"OH!"

"YES!"

"OH!"

"OH, GOD!"

"NAUGH!"

"THAT'S IT... THAT'S IT... THAT'S IT!"

"I'M . . . NAUGHHHH!"

"GONNA . . . NAUGHHH . . . COME!"

Rosa lashed Marilyn's clit with her tongue for all she was worth, slamming her fingers in and out of her spasming hole again and again as Marilyn came --- Marilyn screamed as she sprayed Rosa's face with a burst of her bodily fluids. Heels digging into the mattress, hips thrusting spasmodically off the bed against that oh-so-wonderful mouth, Marilyn came.

Rosa's free hand grasped Marilyn's trembling thigh tightly and hung on, desperately striving to maintain the contact of her mouth against this writhing woman's pussy, sucking and licking frantically, carrying Marilyn to indescribable heights of ecstasy.

Her climax seemed to go on forever. Finally Marilyn's legs seemed to lose their strength, and her arched body collapsed once more onto the crumpled sheets. Her panting body glistened with an erotic sheen from the sexual workout she had endured. Tiny gasps escaped her slack lips as Rosa continued to gently lick and kiss her saliva coated clitoris and slit, moving her fingers slowly back and forth inside the sopping grotto, bringing her back down from the heights of ecstasy.

With a few final tremors, Marilyn went limp. Rosa kissed her thighs one last time; then lifted her head, looked up at her sated lover. Her cheeks were smeared with the residue of Marilyn's juices. Smiling at the exhausted Marilyn, Rosa extended her pink tongue and brought her soaking wet fingers to her mouth, and slowly licked Marilyn's honey off of them. 

"Ummm," she moaned as she cleaned her fingers like a cat cleaning its fur. "And did you enjoy that?"

"Uh, you could say that," replied Marilyn, her whole body still tingling. "And after we rest I have something special for you."

Rosa stretched next to Marilyn. "That's good," she purred, "I love surprises."

Marilyn leaned over and kissed Rosa gently on her lips. Marilyn could taste herself on Rosa's mouth. And suddenly Marilyn found herself being tossed over like a rag doll.

"Huh?"

"It's about fucking time," Dutch said, grinning down at her supine form.

She raised her arm to embrace him. "Oh, yeah, come to momma, baby. Stick that schlong of yours right in there. I'm all yours, baby," she sang out and spread her legs invitingly wide. Wider than Rosa thought possible for an adult woman. 

Marilyn moaned and then reached a hand up and cupped the back of his head and kissed him. Her other hand dropped down and grasped his thick cock and gave it a friendly squeeze. And even as she rubbed the crown of his prick with her thumb, her tongue entered his mouth and sensually swirled itself around, teasing the tip of his tongue, licking the insides of his mouth. 

It seemed to Dutch that her tongue was longer now than when they were married, but shrugged it off thinking his imagination was running away. 

"Baby?" she said, in a pleading but not whinny tone.

"What?"

"Can I get on top?"

"Be my guest, anything you want but be prepared for a royal fucking."

"Gee, I thought Rosa had already delivered that to me."

"I'm gonna give you another one."

"Ewe, I can't wait," she giggled and clambered out from under him, gripped his massive hose in her hand and with her back to him squatted over him and gradually lowered herself down to his waiting shaft. 

Before inserting him into her still drooling pussy, Marilyn swabbed his precum leaking prick up and down the plump lips of her sex before finally settling her hips down fully onto his lap. As she impaled herself on his fat cock, she issued a long, deep sigh and then moaned lustfully, "Oh, Dutch!"

Rosa looked on with a growing need for his cock as well. 'Will he have enough left for another round with me?' she asked herself, and worriedly told herself that after this he was probably finished for the night.

Dutch reached around Marilyn with both hands, grabbing two big handfuls of firm mounded breast. Marilyn sighed again and then began to move on him, grinding her cunt around on his deeply embedded root before raising herself up to a point where his prick almost left her silken hole before dropping her weight and her pussy back down to the point where pubic hairs met pubic hairs.

Soon she was moving more vigorously . . . up and down . . . up and down, and she moaned appreciatively, "Jesus, Dutch . . . it's like we were never separated... like it was yesterday the first time we fucked."

"Yeah," he gasped, enjoying the tight walls of her cunt too much to have a conversation about it.

"Oh, baby, it's been... so long. Your cock feels so good, so good inside me!" 

Rosa began to masturbate next to them, slowly, carefully building toward a great climax.

And as Marilyn began to pound her tight snatch up and down on his manhood, he felt her body start to tremble and when she moaned, "FUCK ME DUTCH! OH, FUCK ME, BABBY!"

He started to rise up to meet her downward journey, and the result was a formidable crashing of loins . . . generating a kind of sucking, squishy sound. 

"Tell me I'm a slut," Marilyn cried out.

Neither one wanted to say it, although Rosa thought it true enough.

"Say it!" she yelled, even louder.

Rosa looked at Dutch and he just shrugged.

"You're a slut," he said. She increased her pace.

"Call me a cunt," she whined, grinding her cunt against his pubic bone. 

This time it was Rosa who responded. "You're a cunt."

Marilyn shook her head and her hair whipped around her shoulder. Her face was a grimace of pure lust.

"Come in me. Baby! Oh, please, come in me!"

Dutch grasped the sides of her hips and increased his pace, driving his thick prick into her at the same time as she was dropping her hips down onto him. She instantly matched his accelerated tempo. 

"Oh baby," he called out, "your cunt is so fucking tight!" 

He was struggling to regain his breath. "You're going to make me come any second now!" 

He reached around to rub her clit, and as soon as his finger touched it, she started to convulse in an overwhelming orgasm. She leaned her body back fully against him, crushing him into the mattress, as she ground her hips around relentlessly on the base of his cock as she shuddered and shook uncontrollably. 

Gradually her hip rotations started to slow down and her frantic breathing became a little more regular. I looked up and saw that her eyes were closed and her face flushed and beaded with perspiration as she basked in her post-orgasmic afterglow. 

Marilyn?" he said softly as he gently rubbed her back. "Baby?"

"Wha?" she said with surprise, as her eyes fluttered open and she looked around at me.

"I didn't come yet, baby," he said. "Lift yourself up for a second." She raised herself up until his cock popped out of her sloppy hole. Then he reached down and grabbed it, fisting it a couple of times before moving it towards the small opening to her anus. 

"No!"

Dutch was puzzled. Marilyn loved it up the ass, why would she deny him at this point? And then he realized it wasn't Marilyn's voice but Rosa's.

"I need you now, honey," she said. 

Marilyn understood what was happening before he did and made way for Rosa to take her place.

As she straddled him, much the same as Marilyn had, she turned to him and said, "Any hole you want sweetheart, any hole you want."

When Rosa felt his cockhead nudging up against her back door, she hesitated for a second and then slowly lowered herself down onto it, allowing perhaps an inch in; so that he had the narrowest section of his head in her. 

Marilyn watched Rosa through heavily lidded eyes as Rosa closed her eyes and bit down on her lip before wiggling her ass around on his cock, trying to work herself a bit further down it. 

Dutch's prick was incredibly slimy and well lubricated from Marilyn's pussy juice so Rosa had plenty of lubrication to start with and using sheer determination and gravity she worked the second inch of his thick cock into her already tightly stretched rectum.

While she was in the midst of grunting with effort to induce her hole to accept more of his shaft, he grabbed the sides of her full hips and yanked her down hard. 

"OH, MY GOD!" Rosa screamed in pain as her constricted asshole was sheared open as Dutch bottomed out in her ass. They were both still for a minute as she slowly adapted to the pain and willed herself to relax. And then she was moving her ass up and down on his cock nearly as smoothly as when Dutch was fucking her cunt earlier. Dutch held her in place, except for the rising and falling of her body, reached around and started to finger fuck her cunt.

She moaned long and loud.

He began pumping his hips up to meet her downward movement, ensuring the deepest of penetrations each time. Rosa reacted to the tremendous stimulation his frigging fingers were generating in her now totally froth-filled cunt by slamming her ass down harder and faster than before. Her body started to tremble uncontrollably and as she reached her climax she went rigid. 

Dutch stopped pumping and she sagged down upon him, totally impaled, he pushed himself away from her, repositioned her in front of him and then draped his cock across her face.

Rosa eagerly grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth. "Come for me! Come in me!" she pleaded.

Her words were garbled with his thick cock lodged between her teeth, but both Dutch and Marilyn understood her. She grabbed hold of his cock and twisting her hand around on it as she continued to lick and suck on just the oversized knob of his prick. Marilyn knelt alongside Rosa, waiting with hopeful anticipation.

Dutch knew he was ready. His balls pulled up in their sacs and his stomach muscles tightened as the sperm surged up through his stiffened member. The first burst flared right down Rosa's throat and she began to cough. This dislodged his cock from her mouth and Marilyn immediately grabbed it and placed him in her mouth. 

Fighting off the next surge, Dutch pulled himself from Marilyn's begging lips and squeezed himself; the second salvo dribbled less forcefully, but still landed on Marilyn's protruding tongue. 

He returned to Rosa, who had brought her coughing under control; continued squeezing his cock --- milking himself --- and the final long, gooey strings dripped into her open guppy-like mouth.

She sucked on him as a baby does to a proffered nipple and then removed him, and tendered his cock to Marilyn who devoured him, sucking eagerly upon him until he was utterly drained of semen. Dutch collapsed on the bed. He was finished for the night. Or so he thought.

An extremely satisfied Rosa began to giggle.

"What?" a sated, but puzzled Marilyn asked.

In answer, Rosa opened her mouth a tiny fraction and blew a bubble with the sperm she had on her tongue. Then she gazed up at them and a slutty expression formed on her normally angelic face as she closed her mouth and with an exaggerated motion, swallowed Dutch's load. Then she stuck out her tongue to demonstrate what she had done.

Dutch weakly applauded her effort.

Marilyn sighed and said, "I wish we could have passed some of it back and forth.

"Well," Rosa said, giggling again, "I guess I'm a bit of a slutty, silly cunt myself."

With that, Marilyn burst out laughing; Dutch threw his arms around both women and gave them a ferocious hug.

"I love the two of you," he said, and then kissed each in turn. Then the women shared a long kiss and Dutch fell off to dream land.

Marilyn held a finger to her mouth indicating Rosa should remain quiet. Then she deftly rose from the bed and signaled Rosa to join her.

They went to Evie and Marcie's bedroom and from the large closet Marilyn removed something resembling a compact vacuum cleaner.

"It's not what you think it is," she smiled. It's the surprise I mentioned earlier."

Rosa just looked on intently, wondering what it could be. But when she saw the tube of Glide, she had a good idea of what it was.

"A vibrator?" She said, almost to herself.

Marilyn smirked at her. "Uh huh, but not just any old vibrator, this one will take you to the stars and back." And placed a replica of a solid six inch cock to the top of the machine and twisted it, locking it in place. 

"Now let's get you properly lubed up."

"I'm still wet from all that fucking," Rosa protested.

"Still and all, you'll need more. Come on, slap it in there." And grudgingly, Rosa did apply the slippery glide to her pussy. Marilyn added even more, making sure to run her fingers into Rosa's glistening cunt, adding additional stimulation to that already taken place.

"Okay, okay, enough," Rosa complained. "Now what?"

"Bend forward. Yeah, hands and knees, that's it."

Rosa thought the vibrator would be entering her from behind, but that was not the case. Marilyn slid the "Sybian" device between her legs from behind, and then guided her down upon it.

After all the earlier fucking, Rosa's cunt easily accepted the vibrator's entire length. Marilyn started the machine, using its slowest speed.

"Ummm, it does feel nice," Rosa said, looking over her shoulder at Marilyn.

"Good," Marilyn said and moved in front of her. Kneeling before Rosa she began to stroke her breasts.

"Ummm, you have a nice touch," Rosa purred, obviously enjoying the vibrator churning away inside her.

Marilyn increased the vibrations. Rosa shuddered and came. "Jesus, that was quick," she said with a weak smile.

"There's a lot more where that came from," Marilyn giggled and nudged the machine a little higher.

After the next two orgasms, Rosa was dripping with sweat. Still she refused to climb off the machine. She lost count of the number of orgasms she had, until finally her body told her to quit and she weakly raised her hand and Marilyn shut the machine off and helped Rosa off the machine. 

She was unable to walk for fifteen minutes, and then Marilyn helped her back to the bed where she collapsed next to Dutch who didn't notice her body falling next to him.



More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 11



More Dutch & Rosa

Chapter 11 
Formerly 31

August 13, 1999

For photos on the swimming pool sequence, from the original chapter please email the author.

Marilyn woke up at 8:37 to find that Dutch and Rosa had left during the night. They had left her a note, thanking her for all she had done to make their stay a pleasant one; and said they hoped to see her again in the near future.

She checked on Marcie and Evie and discovered they had not come home, before remembering they had called the day before and asked permission to stay overnight at Tucker's. She smiled to herself and started to make coffee, poured some cereal into a bowl and had her breakfast. As she was doing the dishes the phone rang. She flipped the dishtowel to one side of the sink and went to answer the phone.

It was her old friend Mary, and Mary wanted to talk, so Marilyn hit the speaker button, told her she was on the speaker and returned to drying the breakfast dishes.

"Marilyn?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm alone. I just need to move around while we talk, so go on."

"Um, I've met someone, Marilyn."

"That girl from the office?"

"No, not her, someone totally unexpected. I mean . . . well, we met at the supermarket, actually in the produce section, and . . ."

Marilyn interrupted, "Can you get to the point?"

"Sorry. Okay we met and hit it off instantly. We left our carts where they were and went for a cup of coffee. Twenty minutes later we were in a motel. Can you believe it?"

"Stranger things have happened, believe me, but go on, I want all the details."

"Okay, okay. Anyway, we got to the room and after a tight hug we got kind of shy with one another. I mean, I wanted to kiss her, but couldn't bring myself to do it."

"So she kissed you, right?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

"Someone had to start it, didn't they?"

"Mmmmm, that's right, that's right. So what happened was she asked me if she could kiss me and I said, no – I nodded yes. Oh, Marilyn, it was such a lovely kiss, long and tender and passionate. And when it was over I started to undress her, and as I lowered her jeans, I said, ""I never thought I'd be doing this." 

And she said, "Me neither."

I recall lifting my foot out of my jeans as she lowered the toilet lid and sat on it."

"Wait a minute; the two of you are in the toilet?"

"Umm, yeah, we, err, checked the place out first, you know, for roaches and stuff, and we ended up in the bathroom."

"Peas in a pod," Marilyn said, and let Mary continue.

"What? Anyway I sat on her lap, and we started kissing again, little pecks at first and then I sent my tongue into her mouth. When our tongues touched it was incredibly magical, my spine actually tingled. We held each other tight, and eventually, I opened her blouse and peeled it off. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts were simply gorgeous, perhaps they were a little smaller then mine but they were lovely all the same."

"You're doing well with your description, Mary. In fact you've made me a bit horny and if you don't mind I'm going to start playing with myself as you continue."

"I don't mind at all, in fact I'm already fingering myself, although not too fast, I want this to take a while."

"That's fine with me. Anyway, she pulled my shirt off . . . I can't begin to tell you how good it felt."

"How good what felt?"

"Oh, sorry, the material of my shirt as it brushed over my breasts." 

Mary began to giggle. "She had these tiny goose bumps on her areola, and when I cupped her breasts the nipples rose up under my palm. And suddenly she was nibbling on mine. Oh, Lord she was so tender. My husband is incapable of such tenderness. Well I countered by pulling lightly on her nipples with one hand, while caressing her face with the other."

"Your powers of description are excellent," Marilyn said, interjecting and continuing with, "I can feel the first signs of an orgasm and by the way, I had a terrific time last with my ex-husband and his fiancée."

"Your ex is back in town?"

"Was, they left for LA this morning; at least I think they did."

Mary forgot her story for the moment and asked, "How did he look, all bloated, maybe 50 pounds heavier?"

"On the contrary, he's in great shape. I went down on him while we were in the restaurant."

"You didn't!"

"I went down on her too, same place," Marilyn giggled.

"My God, have you no shame?"

"What does shame have to do with it?"

"I mean. . . in public and all."

"As far as I know there were no witnesses except my ex and Rosa, his fiancée."

"Oh." Mary sounded disappointed at this, apparently having wished that others would have enjoyed watching Marilyn, "Well it probably wouldn't have bothered you at all anyway."

"By the way," Marilyn asked, "What's this woman's name?"

"Victoria and I think she's beautiful."

"How old is she?" 

"Maybe 33, possibly a year older, I mean, we talked a little, but I honestly don't recall a single thing wee said and that's so unlike me. Normally, you know, I can quote a conversation back verbatim and . . ."

"I'm cooling off, Mary. Get back to the dirty details, please."

"Where was I?"

"Into breast play," Marilyn said and sounded bored.

"Yes, well after considerable toying with one another, Victoria, I now call her Vicki, pulled away and looked at me for a minute. Well you know how self-conscious I am, so it comes as no surprise that I blushed from head to toe and probably went a lot redder when she knelt down and pulled my pantyhose off with her teeth."

"Now that's a vivid scene I wish had been videotaped."

"Me too," Mary said, obviously relishing the retelling. "She started to lick my toes, one by one. I can't begin to tell you how aroused I'd become."

"You don't have too, I'm quite wet myself just listening to you."

"I hate to admit it, but I am very excited myself. I've been touching my cunny for the last couple minutes now."

"We may get off together on this story of sexual debauchery," Marilyn giggled.

When she stopped licking and sucking on my toes I balanced myself and removed my underwear. Vicki stared at my cunny and said, "You know, I've never done this before."

"I know," I said, and let my hand rest on her shoulder. And suddenly she reached out, grabbed my rear-end and pulled me close so that her face was resting against my belly. Her tongue darted into my navel and I almost came from the sensation. I had to kiss her and so I hauled Vicki to her feet and embraced her. We shared a long, hard kiss before I returned to her breasts, and drew the entire center into my mouth; gently flicking my tongue across the stiffened tip causing Vicki to shake perversely until she swooned with delight. Then I laid her spread-eagled on the bed. I did have a thought about tying her to the posts, but rejected it as being too early in the game for either of us."

Marilyn interrupted, "Have you done that before?"

"Ummm, yes, with my husband. I was always the one tied up. It seemed to excite him because instead of wham, bam, thank you ma'am, he'd come three times and eat me as well."

"Go on."

I moved downward to her bushy thatch and discovered she was wet and trembling with anticipation.

"Have you ever?" I asked her. Vicki nodded and said, "No, never."

And so tweaking a nipple to distract her, I lowered my face and sucked her slightly gooey cunt hairs into my mouth, rejoicing in the rich, thick taste of it. I tell you Marilyn; I just couldn't seem to get enough of it and hurried on to her glistening slit. 

"What technique were you using?" Marilyn asked as she slid her fingers in and out at a faster pace.

"Oh, my tongue, of course. I slid it from bottom to top and back again, lapping up as much of her sweet warm froth as I could. And when Vicki moaned I paused to momentarily suck hertightly tiny clit into my mouth. Vicki was mine from that momnet on. I sent my tongue directly into her, putting an end to all the preliminary licking and sucking about on the labia. I mean she was wet enough and already open enough to allow my tongue to get in there."

"And how was this . . . first taste?" Marilyn panted her orgasm just seconds away.

"It was sheer bliss. I know my hands were trembling as they caressed her flanks. Her hands were on me as well, on my head; my face and my neck, or at least the back of my neck, urging me on. When Vicki felt a repeat of my feathery caress across her clitoris, her entire body shivered with intense pleasure." 

"Yes!" she cried out, "That feels so . . ."

I never let her finish. I pushed on relentlessly, exploring her sex ever so slowly, enjoying the soft texture and firm resilience of her petal like labia. I actually took the time to pull on each of her dampened lips, tugging them gently outward and caused her to groan loudly.

"Did you smell her?" Marilyn asked, frigging herself furiously, her own climax hovering.

"Yes, her scent was becoming more and more evident. I knew Vicki's entire being was caught up in a delicious cloud of arousal."

"God!" she cried out, "I've never felt anything so wonderful!" 

I laughed, for her breath was coming in unsteady hisses by this point and her hips were beginning to grind upwards in a lewd, fucking motion. 

I kissed the tiny little nub that was her clit, momentarily sucked it between my lips before moving back to her puffy labia. Vicki moaned loudly and writhed against me. I planted a series of wet, sloppy kisses and sucked the warm flesh of her cunny, causing her hips to shiver. 

Finally sliding down between her legs, I settled in to devour her pussy. By this time Vicki was making strange sounds, her breath was shallow and quick. So was mine for that matter, but the strange thing is everything seemed to be in slow motion during this period. 

I maneuvered my body around so she could have at me too and when I felt her tongue licking my labia, I was overcome with emotion. I hate to say this, but I enjoyed that moment more than I did my entire time with you. I only say this because I was so frightened all the while you made love to me that although I had several cataclysmic orgasms, this was more sensuous, more exhilarating, and more erotic and so when I finally came, it was like nothing I'd ever dreamed of.

There we were, sticky and sweaty, hugging and kissing like there's no tomorrow and I recall thinking that perhaps there wasn't. Vicki started to finger me and I urged her to try to put her entire hand in me.

"Is that possible?" she asked.

"Yes it is," I said. "It would be perfectly all right if your hand burst through my back."

"That's not possible," Vicki replied.

Laughing insanely, I replied, "I know, but you could try."

And then her fingers were pushing into me. I can still feel them."

"I'm coming!" Marilyn shouted into the phone. "Keep talking, keep talking, oh . . . its soooo good!"

"Um, err, well I gripped her head; pulled her hair; and held on for dear life because I wanted to make that orgasm last and last and last. My cunny and her hand were one; slick, wet and firmly entwined."

"Oh shit! Oh Shit!" Marilyn exclaimed roaring through her climax.

"This is so exciting," Mary gushed. "I love the fact I'm making you come, Marilyn."

Marilyn purred contentedly into the phone.

"Well Vicki had me on the edge . . . as I pounded back at her with a primal rhythm. I remember my head wrenching back as I pushed hard and her entire hand lurched into me, a finger, maybe two, right on the G-spot. Everything went black. Had I died and gone to heaven? I don't know. What I do know is that when I recovered her hand had left me and I was all a tingle with varied sensations."

"She fisted you?"

"Is that what it's called? Well I guess so. Vicki was kind enough to let me come down a little before giving me a sign that she'd like similar treatment and of course I complied. After all, my fingers were hungry too. I was surprised at her wetness, I played with her, perhaps half an hour passed as I fingered her--- three was all I could manage to insert in her tight box --- but what a marvelous clit she had and I sucked on it for the entire time, bringing her to one climax after another."

Mary was lost in her reverie now, having forgotten that Marilyn was on the other end of the phone. "Then we began kissing with renewed fervor. Vicki's thin lips, demure early on, were now swollen and trying to devour mine. Oh, I tell you, Marilyn, what privilege women can give. I covered her with my body, my kisses, my hands and my twat. And the way, the most remarkable way she moved her hips when my hands and mouth roamed to certain places was sheer loveliness . . . an art form. And her cries of satisfaction caused me to have yet another orgasm.

Marilyn was recovering from her climax and polite enough to ask, "It sounds like you two were made for each other. Will you be seeing her again?"

"But of course! But she's also married and so there are problems on when and where we can get together."

"My place is available to the two of you, at least occasionally."

"Why thank you, Marilyn. I appreciate that."

"And there are always motels."

Expensive, we have to watch our pennies."

"And the van."

"Yes, the van. I'd forgotten."

"And a hundred other places, including your homes when your significant others are absent."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

"Use your head, there are plenty of places to get together."

"Oh, Marilyn thanks for listening and for all the good advice. I love you so."

"Anytime you want to give me a lick and a hug I'm available."

"Okay, sure, I've been meaning to bring that subject up, but you can't have Victoria."

"I understand. Now I've got to go. My girls are late and I'm going to check on them."

***

But eighteen-year-old, Evie and nineteen-year-old, Marci were past the point of needing to be checked on. That morning, Tucker had escorted them to a friend's indoor pool and was watching as Evie reached behind her back and released the catch to her bikini top. The huge bulge in his swimming trucks would have been discernible to the casual viewer from a city block away. But there were only the three of them cavorting around now; Tucker's friend having left for a business appointment without having sampled either girl. He had promised to return as quickly as possible, but the girls were impatient to start and readily began without him.

Evie, giggling like the adolescent she was, held her top at arms length to her side then let it drop to the side of the pool. Her skimpy thong bottom soon followed. Tucker's eyes traveled from her medium sized breasts to her freshly shaven pussy.

"So here I am, Mr. Tucker the fucker."

He smiled at her and placed his thumbs inside the top of his red Speedo's. 

"I'm all here too," he said, "Wanna see?"

Giggling, Evie nodded.

He turned to Marcie who lay on a lounge chair some four feet away. "Are you all right with this?"

"Go for it big guy," she said smiling and with a strictly feminine gesture, quickly removed her own top, revealing a luscious, medium sized pair of breasts.

His hands plunged downward; carrying the red Speedos with them and his huge, eleven inch phallus sprang up against his belly after being released from confinement.

"Ewe, Evie shrieked, "it's bigger than last time I saw it!"

He shook it at her and caused the young girl to flinch.

"Well before we get too far into things . . ."

"Into things?" she said her eyes sparking mischievously.

"Mmmm, like this . . ." Tucker whispered and lightly pressed his mouth to hers. Evie's lips parted and his tongue flickered in between them, grazing hers. Evie trembled slightly as he moved hungrily into the deeper recesses of her mouth. Then she was sucking feverously on him.

Marcie watched almost entranced, as the kiss went on and on. The two mouths ground against each other in an almost painful manner. Marcie's hand slipped down into the bottom of her bathing suit and clenched her pubic hair trying to stem the heat pouring from her pussy.

Tucker decided to move on and breaking the kiss, moved downward, and Evie moaned softly as his lips glided over the tops of her pliant breasts. And then he moved up again nuzzling at her throat before asking, "Want me to stop?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Mmmm, no, but maybe we should slow down a little, what do you think?" 

"Well, I think about sex, you know, all the time."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, c'mon, you saw us last night."

He had seen them last night, going at it like frenzied rabbits. Using one variation after another while he had watched because to had to visit a female client later in the evening and had to be ready to serve her needs.

"I did, indeed. The two of you were remarkable, insatiable."

"What's insatiable mean?"

"Hmmm, I guess very hard to satisfy."

"I was satisfied quite a few times. Hey Marcie, were you satisfied last night?"

Marcie halted her fingering, frowned and looked puzzled.

"Last night," Evie said, "did you come or what?"

"Oh . . . yeah, several times sweetie." Marcie averted her eyes and allowed her hand to slip under to tight bikini and down to her mons.

"See? She said, "She came several times and I came a zillion times."

"What I meant," Tucker said with a broad smile on his face as he saw what Marcie was doing out of the corner of his eye, "Was that insatiable means you want more, even after you come. You're not satisfied but need it to happen again and again."

"Like a greedy slut?"

"You could put it that way."

Evie nodded in understanding and twisted her fingers in his hair and kissed him again, making excited little sounds in her throat as her tongue flickered over his gums. When the kiss melted away she said matter of factly, "I love it when she plays with them," holding her breasts up for his inspection. Her pert nipples pointed at the sky as Tucker gazed down upon them.

"They're some beautiful tits you have there,' he said, his voice already husky with lust.

Marcie was slowly circling her clitoris with her thumb, the material of her bottom bikini revealed a small wet spot that loomed larger by the minute.

"Have you played with lots and lots of titties?" Evie inquired, wanting to feel his hands on her.

"Depends on what you mean by lots," He said cupping one of her magnificent breasts and tweaking its nipple with his thumb.

She moaned softly and Tucker was positive he heard a similar moan from Marcie.

"Six or more," Evie said as she caught her breath, and then hissed with satisfaction when he gently squeezed the stiffened nipple.

"So how old are you, Tucker?"

"What do you think?" he smiled at her.

"Maybe . . . twenty-seven?" Her hand lay on his chest and she slowly let one finger circle his nipple.

"Very close. I'll be Twenty-six in two months." He shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable, but his erection kept growing and without releasing it from its confined cover, comfort was out of the question.

"Ewe, you're like ten years older than me."

He laughed at her poor math application. "Does that bother you?" he asked, nonchalantly rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She sucked in her breath. "God... I love that. Can you suck on them for me?"

"That would be a pleasure," he said bending to suckle her left tit. In turn Evie cradled his head in her hand, teasing his hair and lightly caressing his forehead with her fingers. 

Perhaps a minute passed before he switched to the other breast. Evie sighed contentedly. And from the lounge chair where Marcie laid sprawled, legs akimbo, her hand making a bulge in the front of her obviously dampened bikini, Tucker heard the faint sound of squishing and knew her fingers were probing the depths of her cunt.

Knowing everyone was highly aroused; Tucker sent his left hand down to Evie's belly.

"You have a plan, do you?" Evie asked with another giggle.




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"Mmmm, always," he answered.

"Want to tell me?"

"It involves fingers and maybe a tongue." 

"Oho, and what about this salami in your Speedos. Isn't that coming out to play too?"

He nipped her breast she moaned softly. "You know damn well it is. The question is can you handle it?"

"I think I can," she said matter-of-factly.

"Hmmmm?" He asked, as if doubting her ability to accept his length and girth without great difficulty; and continued slurping away at her turgid bud.

"How many other girls have you had?"

"Hey, I don't kiss and tell, and two, I really don't know."

"Lots?"

"Yeah, of course lots. Women pay me to . . . service them. Satisfied?"

"Mmmmmm, no, but if you kiss me again I might forgive you," she murmured without pouting. 

He kissed her neck and sucked hard enough to leave a large hickey. Then he found her hungry mouth and their tongues sparred until she sent a load of saliva into his mouth and ending up laughing so hard she had to terminate the kiss.

"Did you leave a mark?" She asked, but didn't sound concerned about it.

"Probably."

"I owe you one then," she smiled at him and her eyes glittered with passion. 

Tucker lowered his face to her tits and sampled the one on his right while bringing his hand to a point just above her pussy. Evie seized his hand and pressed it against her cunt.

"Yes! That's nice," she purred.

A moment later she added, "Jesus, I LOVE it when you do that." 

"What?"

"Bite them." 

He bit the other one.

"Ughhhhh!" 

After a second or two she began licking his ear. He shivered at the wry sensation it caused and when Evie ceased playing with his ear, he moved next to hers and whispered, "Tit for tat," and teased her ear with the tip of my tongue, causing Evie to shiver in turn.

"I like that," she said. "I like you. You make me feel . . ."

"Horny?"

"Among other things."

"You know, for a young chick you're very bright and perceptive about things."

"Is that a complement?"

"Yes"

Laughing, she kissed the tip of his nose and then raised her hips high enough to allow Tucker to peel the bikini bottoms from her and toss then aside.

He gazed at her young pussy.

"Think it's pretty?"

"Your pussy is adorable," he said and meant it. For Tucker truly loved women and women seemed to care a great deal about him; and not only because he was so well endowed, but possibly because he so readily identified with them in so many areas.

Casually Tucker let a finger drift along her outer folds.

Evie shivered again.

Using his depth perception, Tucker witnessed Marcie's climax and watched as she came and then slumped down onto the chaise lounge gasping for breath. He tried not to stare at her, but still observed her hand withdrawing from the bikini and going to her mouth to taste her fluids. And then Evie undulated her lithe hips and said, "Mmmm, I'm so hot baby! Please don't keep me waiting."

"Okay," he said and sent his middle finger into her saturated slit.

She moaned softly and tightened her thighs as if to capture his finger in her forever.

Tucker sniffed as he always did at this point in a seduction, Evie was giving off an unmistakable odor now, and it drove him wild. He explored her pussy after wresting his finger free from her tight confines and holding her open with the fingers of his left hand, his right moved up to her clitoral area, but didn't touch it, then down to within an inch of her coral colored opening. Her hips began to churn as he sent a finger back into her eliciting a quiet moan and she started calling his name out, softly at first and then louder, over and over again. 

"Tucker! Tucker! Tucker!"

"Relax and let me be really nice to you, okay Evie?"

"Okay," she murmured and closed her eyes relaxing against him.

Slowly, he continued working a finger in and out of her cunt, while still nuzzling at her breast. Eventually he moved to her throat and licked downward until reaching the valley between her breasts.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Nice?"

"Mmmmm, yeah."

"Feeling good?"

"Heavenly . . .Tucker?"

"Hmmm?" he groaned while licking the bottom of her creamy right boob.

"You can do me anytime now."

"Mmmmm, you're not ready yet."

"I'm not?"

"No, I've got to eat you some first."

"Oh, Tucker, you are soooo sweet. I could eat you up."

"I think you'll have that opportunity in a while."

She giggled and looked around for Marcie. She found her squatting on the first step of the pool; slowly lowering her pussy into the coolness of the pool's blue waters. 

Giggling, Evie said, "Ewe, this nasty stuff has got me soooo hot," as his finger lightly brushed over her clit, causing her to clutch both breasts with her hands and moan. 

Panting with desire, Evie gasped, "Again! Do it again!"

He nipped at her breast and ran his thumb over her engorged clit twice in succession.

Evie howled.

He finger-fucked her for a moment and then lightly brushed across her clit again. Evie reached out and found him; and clutching him tightly in her hand tried to jerk him off, but the tightness of his Speedos prevented her from accomplishing very much other than giving him a good squeezing.

He twisted a finger into her incredible wetness as her hips bumped up and down. And then he decided to set the mood for eating her and he initiated a light massaging of the area between her navel and pubic hair, abandoning her clitoris for the time being. 

While Evie thoroughly enjoyed this aspect of his lovemaking, she wanted her climax and tried to hurry him along. But Tucker was patient, knowing full well that her climax would be one of prodigious size if he took his time with her.

He sought and located her mouth, slid his tongue inside as she keened in pleasure and then upset his plans by rolling over and into the pool, pulling him in with her.

They sank to the bottom and as they rose to the surface, Evie deftly peeled his Speedos off and let them sink slowly to the bottom of the pool.

Insert EVIE – pool- 10 

Shrieking with childish glee, she clasped his giant member in her hand, or at least tried to -- her hand couldn't fully encircle him; and squeezed it as tightly as she could manage. As he laughed at her efforts she pouted with feigned anger. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes and she compelled his erection to go downward between his legs. When she let go, his erection wobbled back to its upright position instead of springing back in its customary style. 

Marcie sat on the first step of the pool watching them intently. "Give him a good blowjob, Evie!" She called out as Tucker's hand searched out Evie's slit and worked his finger back into her.

Slipping deeper into the water, Evie guided his cock to her open lips. Tucker gasped from the incredible sensations he felt in the sensitive nerve endings surrounding his corona as the young nymph's mouth closed over the tip of his prick and swathed his flesh with her tongue.

His hands involuntarily grasped her head but she took his hands in hers and pulled them away; permitting her tongue work it's magic over the head of his massive erection.

He knew full well Evie could never accept his thickness in her mouth. Marcie could, he thought, in fact, already had, but Evie could definitely get him into her pussy, if she really tried. Then he wondered if the pool was the right place to try.

INSERT EVIE pool 8 

And then incredibly as they sank toward the bottom of the pool, she managed to accept almost half of his enormous prick down her throat. Fearing the worst, Tucker panicked and struggled to bring them both back to the surface. In the process his erection lost a great deal of its girth; and as they broke the surface of the water and filled their lungs with air, she laughed, and shouted to Marcie, "I did it! I did it! Marcie!"

INSERT EVIE 12 

Tucker was laughing too, "Yeah, she sure did, Marcie. I still don't believe it!"

Then he dove between her legs and pressed his face into her pussy. Evie screeched delightedly and submerged her face to see what he was doing he began moving his tongue up and down her vulva, probing a little deeper each time. Evie clasped a hand to her breast and a second later a stream of bubbles issued forth from her mouth as she moaned in pleasure.

Looking on from above, Marcie experienced a sharp twinge of jealousy, but quickly overcame it realizing that she would have all the sex she wanted in just a few minutes. Still her hand dropped to her pussy and her nimble fingers parted her silken folds and slid into her wet, murky gash. 

Tucker left off for a moment to gather more air into his lungs; then returned to Evie's delectable cunt. This time as his tongue tortured her labia, Evie tried to take control by tensing the inner surface of her thighs and pulling on her mons with her fingers and thereby allowing her to control the pace of the stimulation; she trying to hurry her climax --- he to keep it at arms length.

He needed more air and came up again and as she held on to the edge of the pool he dove between her legs again, located her clit and rolled his tongue over its tiny shaft. 

The sounds of her cries were muffled to Tucker, but not to Marcie who signaled Evie to work her way over to the pool's steps. She did, and Tucker blindly followed. 

Evie wound up on the third step and still underwater, Tucker's tongue made its way into her center, Evie began moan joyously and thrashed her head from side to side. Finding that he needed more air, Tucker jammed a finger into Evie's cunt and came up to fill his lungs again. Evie threw her arms around his neck and they enjoyed a short, but torrid kiss while sinking slowly to the bottom of the shallow end of the pool. 

INSERT: EVIE –pool 3 

She savored the taste of herself on his tongue and her desire heightened – she now desperately needed his huge cock inside her. Evie wrapped her legs around his thighs trying in vain to work his enormous tool into her young, unstretched snatch.

Only Tucker had other ideas, and reinserted his middle finger into her once again. Her eyes and mouth flew open, forcing her to the surface as he twisted his finger around while plunging it in and out.

"Tucker! Tucker!" She gasped as soon as she'd broken the surface and gulped some air. She was still humping his finger and pouted in consternation on seeing Marcie, hands on knees, laughing uproariously at her antics. He added a second finger and Evie began to emit a soft mewing sound.

"It's never, ever been close to this good!" She purred and covered his hand with hers. "Please, faster! Do it faster!" She pleaded.

Tucker refused, actually slowed down and even pulled out only to place several feather light touches around but not on her clit.

INSERT: EVIE – pool 5 

And as the kiss ended, they rose to about a foot under the surface, where Tucker began to suck on Evie's gumdrop tipped nipples. Fortunately they were in the shallow end and both were able to stand and take air as necessary. With great reluctance, Tucker released her nipple from his mouth, giving it a sharp nip in parting. 

With a quick movement that took Evie completely by surprise, Tucker reached in under her ass and strummed her clit. When he moved his hand away, it was to sink two and then three fingers into her percolating pussy. 

Once again Evie furiously humped his fingers, only to roar out at the loss as he suddenly pulled his fingers away. Evie's ass followed his hand, unwilling to let him escape. But her eyes widened in surprise as he replaced the longed for fingers with the hard, stiff heat of his cock, as it slipped between Evie's ass cheeks, insinuating itself in the thickened flaps of her cunt.

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Evie sucked in her breath, caught by surprise as the moment had finally arrived. And then it was her turn to surprise Tucker. For as he prepared to slowly wedge his blunt weapon into her, Evie's vaginal canal expanded and stretched just enough to accept his wide-bodied member. Once his rather large head got past the tight ring at the entrance of her cuntal opening, things became a little easier. Evie was assisted a great deal by a gushing torrent of juices, which provided ample lubrication for his penetration.

As she grasped the situation and realized just how much of him now filled her cunt she also noticed how wonderfully slippery and silky his cock felt inside of her. And even more unbelievable was the heat radiating from his cock. She could not believe how hot it was, not quite scalding her inner tissues, but burning in an exquisite way as it moved deeper into her tautly stretched vagina.

They had to surface and Marcie called out,"Is he in?"

"Fuck yeah!" Evie shouted back. "Way in!"

Tucker had to laugh, for he couldn't believe he'd had such an easy time in penetrating her. And they sank down again and on hitting the bottom Tucker urged his cock even deeper into her and Marcie heard Evie's squeal through the water as his thick shaft surged into her and they were forced to surface once again to replace the discharged oxygen. Soon they were back on the bottom of the pool again, Tucker holding Evie firmly in place as he gradually inched into her once again.

Then Evie was coming! It was on her suddenly, she'd forgotten about it so intent was her concentration of the fullness of him in her. But there it was and it was huge. He was dislodged from her as they hit the surface and gasped for air. 

"OHHHHH!" she cried out, cupping her mons with both hands as if searching for him.

Marcie was first to act. Evie was startled to see her lithe form flash by, then turn and tread water next to her.

INSERT: EVIE – 13 

Evie stopped groping around hoping to locate Tucker's cock, which was close, but to one side; and made directly for Marcie's cunt. Marcie opened her thighs and Evie planted a sexy kiss right on Marcie's cunt. She followed this with a brief, but lascivious lick along Marcie's labia and then they went up for air and found Tucker and his incredible hardon waiting for them.

"Let's move over to the stairs at the shallow end," he said, "It provides more flexibility to us and we won't be spending all that time gulping for air."

"Yeah," Marcie giggled, delighted that Evie wanted to eat her, "We can take turns gulping one another."

They all headed in for the steps and on reaching them, Tucker sat down on the lowest, so that his head and shoulders were above the surface. The girls settled in beside him. Evie immediately went down on Marcie, blowing gently on her clit as Marcie shivered violently. Evie waited for her to calm down and then softly rubbed Marcie's aching clittie several times before moving lower to cover Marcie's vulva with her mouth. 

Obviously from her response, Marcie thoroughly enjoyed this action. Evie managed to get a good seal between her lips and Marcie's your lips and cunt before starting to suck.

Marcie cried out in pure unadulterated joy.

Evie kept sucking and soon felt the results of her work. Marcie's clitoris and smaller labia began to expand in her mouth. She licked them with her tongue and caused Marcie's clit to swell to about three times its normal size. Evie sucked harder and found she now had almost all of Marcie's labia in her mouth as Marcie writhed against her.

Marcie's back arched, and she began to pant, her fingernails digging into Evie's wrist and she exploded with her best orgasm of the day.

Tucker remained sitting on the step. His cock was ready to erupt, but knowing women as he did, he kept his patience and waited for them to come to him.

And they did, as Marcie emerged from her orgasmic reverie she heard Tucker ask, "Now where were we?"

"Fuck me?" she pleaded when they made eye contact.

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It occurred to him that he had been neglecting Evie for far too long and so with some reluctance, he pried Marcie off his prodigious prick and holding her upside down, he lowered her headfirst into the water. She knew what was expected of her and grabbed him and placed him in her mouth. Or at least three inches or so, as her auburn hair cascaded downward and across her face. She took the head in her mouth and came off it with such an erotic, wet, popping sound that Evie on hearing it began to drool with envy. 

Insert: Evie- pool 6

To Tucker, Marcie's swollen, erogenous lips felt like a woman's cunt -- wet, thick, and hot as they slid, back and forth along his rigid shaft. 

She pulled back, and then started to bob her head up and down. But Marcie had to come up for air, and after gasping several times, filled her lungs and went under again; this time she knelt on the floor of the pool and jerked him hard but not fast, the water prevented that – and as she applied her special form of suction to him, she reached down and rolled his balls around. The overall technique did its job well. 

Marcie felt his scrotum tighten and knew he was going to come soon.

Hurriedly, she urged him up the pool steps until both were mostly out of the water.

"He's gonna come Evie," she gasped, "wanna share it?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" The younger girl almost shouted, and knelt beside Marcie who still had Tucker in her hand jerking him off, now doing it at a much faster pace. 

INSERT: EVIE GETS FACIAL 

"Coming!" Tucker growled, his face already a grotesque grimace as he forced his seed to explode in first Marcie's face and then Evie's, thanks to Marcie's skillful direction of his heavy cock. Marcie's face was covered with his first eruption, from her right eyebrow to her chin; and Evie managed to take the second line of ejaculate right on her protruding tongue.

Marcie kept jerking him off and to his credit, Tucker spewed several more ropes of opaque sperm on each of them before he finished and sat heavily on the top step to watch as Evie and Marcie kissed and exchanged his seed from mouth to mouth, stopping only to replenish the supply with Evie licking it from Marcie's face and devilishly returning it to her with another series of French kisses. 

Both girls were incredibly turned on. Evie had her hand between her legs, rubbing her now fully exposed pinkish clit with two fingers. Marcie was about to do the same, but Tucker had caught his breath and picked her up by her calves, and threw her, sending her sprawling into the pool, where she rose up sputtering. 

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"I'm going down on you, Marcie," he said and she grabbed the edge of the pool to right herself as his head went between her legs and converged upon her cunt. Tucker went right to her most sensitive parts, the smaller lips, commonly called the labia minora, which was already fully stimulated and engorged with blood.

As he drew on her and absorbs some of her bodily fluid, he found it surprisingly sweet. Usually a woman tastes somewhat salty; as does most men's semen. For it to have a sweet taste usually means the woman is ovulating.

Marcie's thighs promptly clamped tightly around his head. She only vaguely noticed that she was making high-pitched squealing sounds, saying things like, "That's it! That's it! That's it!"

It wasn't too long before Tucker hauled her body out of the pool and carried her to the chaise lounge where he set her down and knelt between her legs again. 

Evie watched Marcie's stomach muscles flutter when Tucker's tongue entered her again. Then she shuddered in anticipation and moaned, "Please someone, touch me, please touch me!" 

Ever the gentleman and cocksman supreme, Tucker wet his finger in Marcie's gushing cunt and reached out to Evie, who promptly placed her cunt where he could find it easily.

His timing was perfect. His finger slithered into her slit and pumped three times before she shrieked with pleasure. He changed tactics with Marcie, moving his tongue to her anus and slowly traced his way along the edge, then just as slowly he retreated back to her clitoris, but left his thumb to draw slow circles around her puckered rim while simultaneously flicking his tongue over her tremendously engorged clit. 




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He felt Marcie shudder violently a split second before she came. She came and came and then collapsed. Without hesitating, Tucker turned to Evie, rising to one knee he continued fingering her as she stood next to him on very unsteady legs.

Lifting her arm, he started to lick her underarm and to her complete surprise, Evie found it intensely pleasing and highly erotic, especially since she'd never thought of that place as being erotic. The combination of licking her underarm and fingering her pussy had her on the brink of a huge orgasm until Tucker stopped both activities.

Evie continued to gyrate, bucking and thrusting, but now it was against thin air. Her eyes were tightly closed and she sensed he had other plans for her and by this time she was amenable to anything he wanted to do to her.

It seemed an eternity, but was only seconds before his magnificent tongue flickered across her pussy.

Tantalizingly close to her clit and she froze in midair, trying to hold onto that delicious sensation, so intense, almost painful. Burst of pleasure imaginable.

Suddenly she felt something else! He had his finger in her ass!

"What!" she bellowed in shock, as he moved it in a little further before slowly pulling it out.

"What the fuck!" 

"That's what we're doing . . . we're fucking. This . . ." he sent his digit ratcheting back up her rectum, "is part of it."

"Stop it, it hurts!" She cried and Marcie opened her eyes at the commotion.

He promptly pulled it out and offered it to her. Shaking her head back and forth, Evie shrieked, "Are you crazy?"

"It's you," he said. "I watched you suck your fingers after taking them out of Marcie here. And I saw you taste yourself; and I saw you swap my come mouth to mouth with Marcie, so why not taste your asshole too?"

"No!" she said emphatically. 

Marcie spoke for the first time. "Give it to me. I'll try it."

"What?" Evie said, feeling that somehow she'd been tricked and rather than allow Marcie the pleasure of her shit, she took the offered finger into her mouth and licked it clean.

When Tucker removed it she went slack for a moment, then hissed at him, "That was soooo HOT!"

His hand drifted to her faintly haired pubis and began teasing her drooling labia, causing Evie to tremble as her pelvis humped his hand, seeking comfort and pleasure from his questing fingers.

The other hand sought her rose bud once again, this time there was no protest as his finger wormed its way into her, much further than before and soon it was in to the last knuckle as she whimpered in ecstasy at having both holes occupied. 

The orgasm arrived -- one long continuous spasm of electricity -- continuing unabated throughout her body, until dizzy and nauseous, she sank to the ground and lost consciousness.

Of course by this time, Tucker was his formidable self, all eleven inches, throbbing for relief and it was Marcie who reached him first as Evie was still out of it on the ground.

"Suck it for me," he said and Marcie sank to her knees in front of him eager to accept him; and after a practice turn at angling her neck to accommodate him parted her lips and absorbed his member in her mouth and began to suck it. Tucker groaned happily as her tongue laved along the length of his cockhead. 

"That's good," he said and caressed the top of her head. Marcie appreciated his praise and strove harder to please him, sucking harder, licking faster. Her head bobbed up and down between his legs. 

Tucker thought her mouth felt incredible, warm and inviting as Marcie used every trick she had acquired in the short time she had practiced sex. Sucking him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking, sucking, and sucking. She let one hand cup his testicles; tickling first then drawing her long nails in a light scratching circular pattern. 

Feeling almost euphoric with the power she held to pleasure him, Marcie naively permitted herself to dream of their future together. Of course, Evie figured prominently in her plans as well. 

And so, humming contentedly, she changed tactics and drew him down into her throat, capturing roughly six thick inches before she almost gagged and pulled him from her mouth and rubbing it over her face, teasing the two of them. Her eyes were shut and her face was flushed with lust. 

Evie had returned from her orgasmic reverie and sat watching, knowing her turn would come and marveling at the length of him Marcie had managed to throat.

Tucker moaned softly and Marcie made mewing sounds as she licked the underside of his thick, turgid shaft. Then she resumed sucking his cock again, wondering when and how this magnificent stud would gift her with his sperm. She gripped his cheeks firmly and pulled him even closer and deeper into her hungry mouth. On Tucker's behalf let us say that he continued to fuck her face eagerly, but slowly, his hot, throbbing cock glistening in the morning light as it slid in and out of her mouth. 

He leaned over to squeeze her nipples, finding them firm and elongated. 

Then, lost in her lust, Marcie was holding him with one hand as her other sought her wet cunt. He watched as she placed three, then four fingers inside her. He croaked hoarsely, "Baby, go for it, get the whole hand in there!"

Tucker gripped her hips and made a minor adjustment to her position, parting her legs a little, and Marcie, her sweat stained body glowing in the soft lighting, continued her frenetic fisting. 

Evie decided it was time to get involved and positioned herself next to Tucker – on all fours, and tendered her ass to him, her fine black hair sweeping in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side, expectantly. He nodded down at her.

Marcie saw what Evie was trying to do and pulled on Tucker's shoulder. 

"Fuck me, fuck me first," she moaned as she carefully removed her hand from her widely stretched twat.

Looking at the concrete beneath his feet and at Evie's already bright red knees, he opted to move everyone inside and lifted Evie to her feet and took Marcie by the elbow and guided them into the master bedroom beside the pool.

Once inside he said, "This will be easier on all of us if we organize it a little bit. Marcie, how about if you turn around a little bit, so that you're facing toward me more; I'll get on my knees in front of you. Evie, you can sit on the floor, facing the same direction as Marcie. Okay?"

Both nodded, and Tucker stood up. He was bigger than ever. Marcie's eyes widened at the sight of his prick as it virtually waved in the air. Evie's eyes just twinkled in anticipation.

He knelt down on the floor, and leaned forward to kiss Marcie gently on the forehead, surprising her with his gentleness. Then he kissed each of her eyes; then her cheeks; and only then did he touch his lips to hers, and even then it was so soft Marcie fantasized it a feather.

'Why was he going so slowly?' She wondered. But put it out of her mind because it all felt so wonderful. 'So this was what real fucking was like, she decided.'

Now as Tucker kissed Marcie, Evie was kissing him, but considerably further down on his body;

Devil that she was, the nubile teen laid a series of wet kisses along the entire length of his erection, stopping only to gather one of his giant testicles and place it in her tiny mouth.

Smiling at what he considered to be a world class blowjob and from someone as young and he knew, relatively inexperienced as Evie, he lowered his head to Marcie's ripe breasts, taking first one and then the other and sucking hard on them as she moaned against his neck.

He felt her breast swell and harden under his hand, the nipple shooting erect as their lips met. Her lips parted slowly beneath his, her tongue snaking out to fence against his, her lips plucking at his. She sighed and her face became gently suffused with pleasure as he fondled first one breast then the other. His head dipped, his tongue sliding down her neck. And she moaned.

Evie wanting to get his attention focused on her, licked his ass hole and caused him to jerk and moan.

"Oh, yeah baby," he sighed, "don't worry, I'll be with you shortly.

"Better hurry up," she cooed, "I might come without you."

"Wouldn't be the first time would it?" He teased.

"Bastard!" she wailed, but stuck her tongue into his rectum and wriggled it around, delighting in the fact that this was highly arousing to him --- and to her.

Tucker continued sucking on Marcie's breast, adding pressure until she gasped and moaned thickly as his teeth and tongue teased the tips of her breasts. He scrapped his teeth across her left nipple while squeezing, almost crushing the other.

"Mmmmm, yes baby yes," she moaned softly and raised her foot high, pressing it into his crotch. Evie, devil that she was, kissed the sole of Marcie's foot and then took her big toe into her mouth and sucked it.

Tucker's steady breast play had Marcie whimpering and she began to beg him to fuck her.

"Put it in . . . please . . . put it in."

Instead, he bit hard on her nipples and had her teetering on the brink of an orgasm when he pulled her up; leaving Evie sprawled on the floor and carried Marcie to the bed.

In retaliation, she decided to compel him to enter her and grasped his massive erection, caressing it lovingly; her adroit fingers curled perhaps three-quarters of the way around his thick, vein-ridged member and began to jerk it slowly, now rolling it between her open palms.

Evie joined them on the bed and slipped her hand between Marcie's legs, sending two and then three fingers into Marcie's gushy cunt.

Marcie moaned with pleasure at this, but retained her composure enough to slide the foreskin of Tucker's prick back causing him to gasp when her long tongue uncoiled and swirled over his knob. It was incredibly erotic. His loins surged violently, and he fought to control himself. He found his head bent and beaded with sweat; his breath coming in short gulps and his hips jerking uncontrollably at her face.

Marcie's cheeks hollowed and her face distended as she began to suck hard on his incredible erection, jerking it slowly as if nurturing a baby, head bobbing back and forth as her tongue bathed his head with her saliva.

Evie was now licking Marcie's asshole, darting her tongue in about a half-inch and then drawing a circle around her anus.

Finally Tucker reached the point where he could no longer allow her to suck him without losing control and coming before he'd fucked her.

"Ahhh, that's enough of that," He groaned, and tugged her up so that she was on all fours. He was behind her looking at her ass thrust up at him. He watched Evie's fingers thrusting in and out of Marcie's hole then gently took Evie's hand and removed it, placing his massive prick at Marcie's sopping wet, open gash. Her tortured labia spread wide apart by the incessant fingering accepted the first three inches of Tucker's eleven inch prong without difficulty.

Tucker wondered how painful it would be to Marcie if he should try her ass out for size and decided against it. She was far too young for that stuff and so he contented himself with slowly working his thick prick into her.

Marcie loved the feel of him. She felt filled to the brim and yet knew she could take more, she wanted more and was willing to accept the pain that would obviously come with his deeper penetration.

"Gimme more. . . I can take it," she gasped, a wide grimace on her face. "Just. . . just go slow though, okay?"

"Wanna munch on Evie while we try?"

She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at him. He saw that her auburn hair was now plastered to her forehead. "Sure, I'm game," she said.

Tucker waved at Evie. "Evie, grab a pillow and shove it under your ass."

She did so, and gave him a look that said 'what next?'

"Scooch over, that's it, now fix the pillow just so. Right, okay, pull your legs up and try holding them that way."

Now Evie's cunt and asshole were directly in front of Marcie.

"Can you do her, Marcie?"

"Uh huh," she said and gave Evie's twat a tentative lick. Evie moaned. Marcie giggled.

"We're set then," he said and placed his turgid instrument at the mouth of Marcie's cunt and began to grind his way into her.

Somewhat distracted by having to go down on Evie while he was forcing his way into her, Marcie managed to accept a good deal of pain without complaint as the huge member spiraled its way deeper and deeper into her innards.

Soon Marcie was moaning with each thrust, although with her mouth firmly sealed over Evie's cunt the moans were muffled and distorted. There was no indication that she was suffering in any way as she gasped for air, and reapplied her mouth to its hard sucking while rocking back and forth on her hands and knees.

At the point where Tucker had perhaps seven solid inches up Marcie's cunt, he nudged her cervix and immediately pulled back an inch.

"Like it, bitch?" he chuckled. "Tell me if you like it!" He growled.

"God yes!"

He rammed back into her.

"Ohhhh yeah! It . . . it feels so good. It feels so very good!"

"Are you gonna get Evie off?" he inquired, wanting to distract her a little.

"Trying," she said and went back to gobbling on Evie's snatch.

For her part, Evie had two fingers rubbing along her clit. One on each side and every once in a while Tucker, looking over Marcie's shoulder, saw that she would pluck at her labia and kind of stretch it out, then release it before returning to rubbing on the clit once more.

When he felt Marcie start to arch her back and tense up, he slammed his cock in hard and fast, perhaps three or fours times, and as she gasped from the pleasure it brought, he pulled out, dropped to his knees and pressed his face between the cheeks of her ass.

When his tongue began to lick her clit, she went into high gear on Evie, licking, sucking and even adding two fingers to Evie's ass, which was soaked from her copious flow of juices.

Evie came quickly and hard.

Seconds later, Marcie came, almost as quickly and certainly as hard.

While both girls were in the throes of their orgasms, Tucker maneuvered them so that they had in effect changed places with one another and with Evie's thighs shuffled open as wide as possible, he used tow finger to stretch her labia to the max and urged his mammoth cock into her tight confines for the second time that morning.

She groaned, but her hips moved back at him and he found her passage much more receptive this time around. Reaching around her flanks, he captured a nipple and stretched it as he drove his rigid member deeper into her. Evie never took her mouth away from Marcie's cunt, but kept pressing and probing and licking at her girlfriend's coral-colored flesh.

Marcie was in heaven. She had never really stopped coming. And now she was undergoing an almost violent series of non-stop climaxes. And when Evie left her cunt and licked her asshole, she peaked. Evie's tongue drove her wild as it deftly wormed its way into her puckered brown shitter. Marcie passed out from the pure bliss of it all.

Tucker rearranged Evie on her side and reentered her. From this position she could see his enormous length surging into her and she moaned in exquisite delirium.

He in turn, groaned in pleasure at the tight, clinging grip her cuntal walls presented to his weapon as it surged further into her. He realized that almost nine inches had already been accepted by her and grew concerned that he might injure her seriously. Marcia was older and she had not been able to handle this much, but then he realized women were all different down there, some able to accommodate his entire shaft, most were not capable of doing so and therefore he was always on guard against doing serious damage to his lovers.

He caressed her head and smooth, creamy flesh and fondled her firm, succulent breasts, kneading them in turn with his free hand.

Evie loved his technique. He truly made her feel like a woman and she whimpered and buried her head in his chest.

As she discovered his nipples were ultra sensitive and nipped at them wither teeth, Tucker's hand stretched down her body to her rear and he slid his middle finger between her cheeks.

Evie writhed and her legs opened again. He added another finger bringing a loud moan from her lips.

He increased his tempo, moving not deeper at this juncture, but faster. Her breath came only after long intervals as if she were afraid to breathe normally lest it all end.

"I'm getting close now," he warned her.

"I'll come whenever you say," she said, surprising him and he raised her legs high and wide, letting them fall on his broad shoulders and with his hands under her knees he impaled himself in her once more.

With his first thrust, some nine inches into her, Evie's chest heaved, the air rushed from her throat in a rattling gasp as her face twisted in an agony of lust.

She was coming like never before. Her back arched even from that awkward position and she clawed at his shoulders.

Tucker grunted and smiled ruefully as her cunt convulsed frantically on his shaft. Once, twice, three times he surged into her and then he unloaded.

Her hands were on his face, clawing his chest, as he spewed his sperm deep inside her cunt, coating her walls with his seminal fluid and still she clenched him tightly, fighting mightily to keep him inside her.

With a mighty grimace contorting his face; with the veins in his neck seemingly at the bursting point, he ground himself into her one last time before rolling away from her. His cock, like a loose fire hose, flailed wildly about until he captured it in his hand and fed it to her like a mother feeding a baby bird.

Minutes later, both girls lay across his chest. Both were smiling radiantly and caressing his face and neck and giving him a thousand little kisses of deep affection.

"God, you're good," Evie murmured, her face radiant with pleasure. "Very good."

"I have to agree with Evie," Marcie said, and picked up his now semi-flaccid cock to kiss it.

"With bodies like the two of you have to keep happy, I have to be," he laughed, pleased with them and himself. He'd have to give Marilyn a full report, as if the girls wouldn't have already filled her in by the time he saw her that night.

"Now I want to ask a favor of you two."

"What?" Blurted Evie.

"Name it," cried Marcie.

"Howie . . . he's the dude owns this place will be coming by to make sure we haven't trashed it."

"Doesn't he trust us?"

"It's not that, I think he does. But his fiancée will be coming over later and he asked me to make sure that she doesn't find any traces of...."

"Semen," Marcie said, interrupting.

"Or pubic hair," Evie giggled.

"Well, yeah," he admitted, "things like that and the sheets need to be changed and washed."

"I know how to clean house," Evie chirped happily," I'll take care of it.

Marcie visibly relaxed, until she saw Tucker smiling at her.

"What?" she asked.

"There's one more thing."

"And that's?"

"Someone needs to blow him or fuck him."

"And since Evie is doing the house...."

"Right, you get to do Howie."

"Can you guarantee me that he's clean? You know what Marilyn said about guys we have sex with."

"I do, and he's virginally clean."

"I get his cherry?"

"Well, I think his girl friend got that, but that would have been very recently. I know this guy for a long time. He's kind of a nerd, but a nice guy and not bad looking."

"All right I'll do him. . . for you, baby. But you owe me one."

Tucker laughed and said, "I love it when you talk dirty like that."

And so, while Tucker rested, watching the noon news, Evie cleaned house and did the laundry. Marcie spruced up and when Howie arrived, took him out to the pool and blew him.

Then they left for Marilyn's to hear about her big night with her former husband.




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When Howie's fiancée arrived she was pleased at how neat his place was. And in the course of perusing the place, looked for traces of another woman, but thanks to Evie's good work, found nothing. The pool was another matter. There she found several auburn hairs, obviously female, along with Evie's hair clasp which was dislodged in the heat of her pool passion.

However, Howie covered their tracks by telling her he allowed some teens from the next building to swim there once a week. 

Oh, and as for any remnants of Howie's semen, Marcia took care to swallow it all.



More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 12



Chapter 12
Formerly chapter 32 

8/14/99 – A Very Busy Day / the Van Sciver's

Rosa and Dutch returned home at 6:30 and greeted Kathy and Peggy just before they went out to catch a movie. They had dinner with Mom, who had 'babysat' for them and after she went home they discussed what to do about Molly.

"Did you ever call Robert or Alice about Molly?" Rosa asked.

"No," he replied, "but let me do that right now." Picking up the phone he dialed Robert's number. Alice answered on the third ring. 

"I hope this is important," Alice said in greeting, "my husband and I are about to have a rare evening without any interruptions, not that this is an interruption... unless you're a telemarketer in which case, you'll pardon me when I hang up on you."

"Are you dripping wet already?" He asked in a joking manner.

"Oh, just what I needed, an obscene phone call. Do go on, who ever you are. And to answer that question, yes, I am very wet. Can you make me wetter?"

"Possibly," and he realized she didn't know, or seem to care who the caller was. "By the way, this is Dutch."

"Oh, sweetie, how are you and that fat cock of yours?"

"I'm fine, Rosa's fine and my ex-Marilyn is fine. We just returned from a visit to San Francisco."

"Ahhhhhh!" She moaned into the phone then quickly added, "That was Robbie, rubbing himself against me. He says hello, Perry, what are you up to. He knows what he's up to and the "it" is flirting with my ass. You'd better be fast or I might just drop the phone and force you to listen to him bugger me."

"Sorry about the interruption, I can call back another time."

"No, no, sweetie. Umm, just a sec...there, no just a little lower, mmm, that's it. See, I'm all lubed up for you baby, go on slide it in, I can talk for another minute or so."

Dutch formed a mental image of Alice bending over and presenting her ass to Robert, whom she now called Robbie, partly to tease him and partly because she felt that Robert was to stiff a name to call someone fucking you.

"I promise to be brief," he said rushing his words as he adjusted his shorts to accommodate the swelling growing larger by the second. 

"We've... um, Rosa and me met this woman, named Molly. A great piece of ass, I mean it. She's left her bastard of a husband and is living in her RV. But she's kind of down, almost depressed at the moment, she can't find a job, although she's out there trying every day. We wondered if we brought her over and introduced her to the two of you, I mean, she loves to screw and with all the connections you have, well I thought just maybe you might help her find something."

"Of course, bring her over . . . tomorrow night? Honey," she asked her husband, would nine tomorrow night be all right with your schedule to meet Dutch's new friend? She sounds... Oh God, Yes! Right There!"

Dutch heard Alice grunt and wasn't sure if she was affirming the next day was good or if her hubby had bottomed out in Alice's ass.

A minute may have elapsed before he heard another sound. "He said okay, baby. Now you bring that nice thick shiny cock of yours over and make sure it's ready to fire a few rounds, okay?"

He couldn't help but laugh. Here Alice was getting reamed by an expert and she was already preparing for the next night. "Tell me, Alice, were you a girl scout?"

"Baby, I was an Eagle Scout," she laughed raucously. "Tell Rosa I can smell her pussy from here and can't wait to taste her again." That said she disconnected the phone and grabbed her ankles.

***

After filling Rosa in on his conversation with Alice, they decided to turn in and get a good nights rest since they had work to following day and had to prepare Molly for the Roark's.

An hour passed and suddenly Dutch woke up, puzzled. What had awoken him? He looked over at Rosa. She was covered by the sheet and lay on her back. He glanced at the alarm clock on the dresser; it was only 9:30. That meant Kathy would be returning soon. He thought about getting up and having some conversation with her. That thought brought on an erection as he recalled the last time they had been up together and he'd kissed her and held her taut young body against him; and how she had deliberately touched him and called him Daddy from then on.

He looked at Rosa again, her eyes were closed but on closer scrutiny, he discovered they were tightly clenched and that meant she was awake. He studied her intently and caught a slight movement by her groin. It was her hand! He watched and detected small circling movements and as he watched her free hand went to her breast and squeezed the nipple through the sheet. He concluded that either she was dreaming a very sexy dream, or she was masturbating next to him.

He looked down at himself. His erection, started with thoughts of Kathy, had peaked. The sheet over it had formed a tent. Remaining motionless, he watched for perhaps five minutes, as Rosa brought herself ever closer to her climax. 

Two things happened simultaneously. Rosa tensed up and her fingering hand froze. Her legs stiffened and she rolled on her side and bit her hand to stifle a scream of delight.

And a key turned in the lock to the front door and Kathy entered the house.

He wondered if he should warn Rosa to be quiet, but then realized she was already trying her best not to awaken him, so he let matters take their own course and watched as she drew her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth for several seconds until the orgasm subsided.

He could hear her panting as she tried to catch her breath from the exertion and pleasure she had just enjoyed. She lay still until she regained her normal breathing rhythm again.

Kathy nudged the door to their room open and looked in. Convinced they were sleeping she went into the living room and turned on the TV, making sure the sound was on low. She was pleased to find that "Sleepless in settle had just started and she curled her legs under her, made sure she had some tissues and eased into a transfixed state.

Rosa gradually moved herself into a sitting position, being ever so careful not to disturb him. He feigned sleep and watched through heavily lidded eyes and saw her cup her breasts in both hands and begin to knead them. He thought himself fortunate that he'd rolled to his side to hide the evidence of his hardon which he wanted to squeeze almost desperately, but forced his hand to remain by his side.

Rosa yawned and put her hands to her sides and took a deep breath. He assumed that was to keep from yawning again, but when he felt the sheet being peeled off his form he became confused. What was she up to?

He found out quickly enough as she moved toward him, leaned over and uncovered his rigid prick. Taking it her hand, she brought it to her mouth and slowly engulfed its head.

"I know you were watching me," she whispered so softly he wasn't sure if she had spoken or if he was dreaming. But when she began to stroke him, so slowly he had to squirm under her hand, he knew it was real, and whispered back.

"Kathy's home, watching television."

"I know, I'm her mother, for God's sake. I have second sight where she's concerned. Now be quiet. Be very quiet, or we'll have unwanted company."

The touch of her tongue as it swirled over the crown of his thickened cock forced a groan to his lips.

She removed her mouth and went, "Sssshh, damn it! I mean it, be quiet or I'll stop."

He took the pillow and put the edge in his mouth and bit down. She grinned lewdly at him and then drew her tongue along the entire length of his turgid shaft, coating him with saliva. When he was completely covered and glistening in the dim lighting, she took him as deep as she could, took a deep breath through her nose and coaxed another inch or so down her gullet.

The pure unadulterated pleasure this caused made him bite into the pillow so hard he ripped the pillowcase, but made no discernible noise. He shivered as her mischievous tongue scraped along the underside of his prick and suddenly she was urging him from her mouth and he popped out with a soft forlorn sound and Rosa gulped in a huge amount of air.

"Kinda like holding your breath under water," she giggled, before taking him back into the farthest reaches of her throat once again. It took her three attempts before she had captured his full length and felt his firm testicles bump into her chin.

She found this somewhat ludicrous and started to laugh, but wound up gagging and quickly spat him out, hoping she hadn't made enough noise in the process to alert Kathy that they were doing it in the next room.

Rosa glanced up at Dutch and saw how concerned he was.

"It's okay," she whispered and had a fit of the giggles. Trying to control them, she only giggled all the more, until holding her sides and almost in pain from laughing and trying to keep the noise down she gained control.

"God," she whispered, I haven't done that since I was about twelve in church one Sunday."

He nodded somberly, the concern for her well being evident in his eyes.

Feeling repentant, she said, "I'm sorry and leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock once more.

"It's just that you're so damn big," and held his cock in the palm of her hand. "Look at it. It's magnificent," she murmured, her voice barely discernible. He looked as asked and saw her devour him once again. This time she only took roughly five inches and bobbing her head up and down while her tongue caressed him every which way, brought him to a quick release. Seconds before he came, she tore him from between her lips and, opening her mouth placed the head of his thick cock on her lower lip and stroked the very base of his shaft until he began spurting short white jets of ejaculate into her mouth. He watched transfixed as it pooling on her tongue and dripped from several of her teeth. When he'd finished coming, Rosa smiled up at him; milked the last drops from his tip and swallowed. 

He was very moved by the gesture and kissed her lips and when her mouth opened his tongue swam into her mouth and searched for any remaining residue of his sperm, finding only minute portions he made a production of swallowing them for her benefit.

Holding his fast shrinking penis in her hand, she smiled at him and whispered, "Tomorrow should prove very interesting."

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The thought of Rosa and Molly and Alice together was more than enough to start him back on the path towards a full-blown erection. 

Rosa smiled at my reaction.

"Do you think Molly's going to go along?" he asked, as Rosa took his expanding cock into her mouth once again.

She nodded, and reveled in the uniqueness of feeling the blood rushing to his erection.

She popped him from her mouth and said teasingly, "Do you like the idea of all of us sucking your dick?"

Dutch could only nod his head and place one hand on her head as she sealed her lips around him and resumed bobbing up and down.

She popped him out again and slowly jerking him, said, "I can't wait to see her sucking you and Robert off at the same time. A black and white blowjob, I hear they're the best."

"Yours are the best sweetheart," he growled and nearly panicked on realizing his voice might have carried into the next room.

Rosa sucked him so hard at that, that his prick throbbed mightily and as a result, Rosa gave him a smoldering look and then impaled herself on him, attempting to gather his full width and girth down her throat. She failed at this, primarily because she had taken him down at the wrong angle.

"Damn!" she cried out in more than a whisper after taking him from her mouth and without another word pushed him onto his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed and straddled him. One knee on either side of his head and with a low moan dropped to all fours and took him into her gaping mouth. From this position Rosa could handle his huge prick and in a few scant seconds her nose was pressing against his balls on the down stroke.

Rosa held him for as long as she could before coming up for air, bobbing up and down on his shaft for a moment before plunging down to swallow his eight inches again.

Although he was rapidly approaching his second orgasm and in almost record time, he managed to glance toward the door, for had heard a sound from that direction. He knew it might have been Rosa's slurping, but looked at the doorway just in case. Kathy edged into view, peeking around the doorframe just as he began to come in Rosa's mouth. The first spurt caught her by surprise. Kathy's looking on had certainly caused him to come sooner than expected. Rosa recovered quickly enough to swallow his load without encountering any discomfort whatsoever.

When Dutch opened his eyes again, Kathy was gone. And although Rosa continued sucking on his rapidly deflating member he could think of only one thing. He wanted to fuck Kathy, and he wanted to do it soon. 

In order to get his mind off her, he inhaled Rosa's scent, and followed by sending his tongue against her already swollen labia. She moaned at the contact and for the first time he wondered if Rosa had also seen Kathy at the doorway and no longer cared about making any undue noise.

She used her hand to open herself to his questing mouth and his tongue darted in and out of her silken slit. Her actions had completed exposed her to his yearning mouth and tongue. Once again Rosa took him into her mouth and tried to arouse him from his flaccid state.

He made her moan again by spearing her clit as it emerged from its protective hood; and yet again as he shifted his efforts to her drooling cunt. And one more time when he wrapped his lips over her clit and gently sucked, applying light pressure at its very base with his tongue.

She dropped him from her mouth and grabbed for the same pillow he had torn earlier, placing it in her mouth and biting down hard, for he had her in a helpless condition and left her no choice but to scream out her pleasure as he brought her close, so close and then gently backed her away form what was sure to be a tumultuous climax.

Some inner mechanism that he had never fully comprehended told him it was time and he followed his instincts, sweeping his tongue from side to side over that special nubbin of hooded flesh as she started to babble in a strange language while rubbing his rubbery cock over her face.

Using the fingers of both hands, he pried her labia wide apart and briefly licked and sucked on them, and every third beat, darting his tongue into her now gaping hole for a wholesome lick.

She issued a mighty groan and he knew Kathy had to have heard and expected to find her standing next to the bed at any moment. That never happened, and when he mentioned it to Rosa later she only smiled and said, "I know my daughter. She would never interrupt us, no matter what.'

Wanting her to come, he tried blowing on her super heated cunt and got her to start a shuddering that didn't stop until her mighty climax had fully subsided. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she started humping his face, frantic to get off.

Dutch sent two fingers into her, reveling in her intense heat and wetness. He set them to plunging in and out with a rapid, piston like motion as his tongue flicked over and around her fully engorged clit. He felt the first spasm and eased back. She started to come; hips shaking and bucking against his hand and face. Dutch maintained the light pressure on her clit. He cunt was now saturating his fingers as she hurled her own bodily fluids out from hidden points within; coating his thrusting fingers with an almost oil-like substance that he would later savor as he licked his fingers clean.

Some innate system warned him to stop and he did. Seconds later a whimpering, sobbing Rosa collapsed against him, kissing him everywhere, thanking him wordlessly and assuring him of her undying love.

A few minutes later a very sated Rosa was snoring lightly and Dutch got up to use the bathroom.

After flushing the toilet he sauntered into the kitchen thinking he could use a glass of milk and since he was wide awake, perhaps view something on the internet, porn being his preferred subject.

He had just hooked up with Storiesonline and found that a new chapter had been posted to his favorite on going story. As he reached the third paragraph he sensed someone at his shoulder. Turning his head, he found Kathy standing there holding a pink boa and looking at the screen in a teddy that left little to the imagination. He could make out her young breasts and filmy lingerie under its gauzy material.

He made no move to hide what he was viewing, but took control and said, "It's a little past your bedtime isn't it Kathy?"

"Um, not really, although I was in bed, it's only 10:30... Daddy."

The "Daddy" was strictly for emphasis to demonstrate she had not forgotten the last time the two were alone together at night.

"I want you to know that I love you Daddy," she said and moved his chair in order that she could sit down on his lap. All he was wearing was a pair of boxers and the feel of her rear end burrowing down on him brought new life to his cock.

As his erection grew it worked its way into the crevice of Kathy's young ass.

"I love you too Kathy and I want you to know that I'm flattered and very pleased that someone as beautiful as you and your mother love me too."

"Do you really think I'm pretty?"

"Are you fishing for compliments? Of course I think you're beautiful. I wouldn't say it if it weren't true."

She leaned into him, pressing her resilient breasts against his shoulder.

"Would you kiss me again, Daddy?" She asked, tears in her eyes.

"I don't know that it would be appropriate, baby."

"Cause you're the first one ever said I was pretty," she murmured into his ear and wriggled her ass just a little, enough to permit him a better fit against her ass.

"Am I getting you excited, Daddy?"

He ignored the comment, knowing she knew exactly what effect she was having on him and tried to turn the tables on her. "You were peeking in on us earlier, weren't you?"

"Mmmm, I heard some strange noise and I had to... investigate." He saw the smile on her face and knew she had not been cowed by his ploy.

He remained silent. She snuggled up against him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"You know I'm a virgin, Daddy."

"That's reassuring to hear, especially in this day and age."

"I want you to be the first, Daddy," and promptly kissed him, demonstrating a confidence far beyond her tender years.

He would later tell himself that hers were the softest, most sensuous lips ever to touch his and without thinking he reached around and cupped her breasts as he ground his erection into her rear.

Her voice was choked with emotion, "Let me take my panties off Daddy; and I can lean on the desk. We'll do it right now."

"We don't have that kind of time, sweetie pie; and I really shouldn't be doing what I'm doing right now. I could go to jail for this, and furthermore, think about your mother. You know we love each other. What would happen if she finds us doing it? Or if she learned about it later on? She'd be devastated and would probably end our relationship and I couldn't blame her. Do you want that kind of guilt on your head at your age?"

She began to cry, and he noticed his erection had subsided considerably. He held her close and comforted her. "I'm pleased that you want me to be the first, I really am. And maybe I will be, but not tonight and not anytime soon. You're too special for that. I do love you baby and I understand that your body wants to feel my... well your body craves attention. It's just part of growing up."

He urged her off his lap, stood up and pulled her to him. She let herself go, offering no resistance, and when he kissed her and she opened her mouth, he sent his tongue in and met hers. 




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The kiss lasted approximately two minutes and Kathy ground herself into him for the entire period trying to persuade him otherwise. He could smell her ardor as she grew moist in his arms. 

His cock throbbed and begged for release, but he remained committed to his earlier words and when the kiss broke, one hand covered his erection, keeping it from springing out of his shorts, while the other caressed the cheeks of her ass momentarily before giving her a light slap on the rear and shooing her off to bed. He was quick to rejoin Rosa in their bed before he changed his mind.

***

The following morning both went to work and the only unusual occurrence was Kathy's brushing her hand over Dutch's groin went he went to refill his coffee. He gave her a stern look and she quickly moved away. Rosa apparently didn't witness the goings on.

Shortly after Dutch arrived at work, Rosa called.

"Honey, I need a favor, can you help me?"

"What is it baby?" he asked.

"I was going to take Molly shopping for some clothes this afternoon, but I just got off the phone with a prospective client and they want to see me around the same time I was taking Molly out. Can you take her for me?"

"You want me to pick out her clothes?"

"I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but think about it. She's not an idiot, and you know how you like your woman dressed," she giggled, "well maybe you're better at getting them undressed, but I think that between the two of you you'll manage. Will you do it for me?"

"Yeah, sure baby, for the two of you. I was going to ask for the afternoon off anyway. Can you make sure Molly's okay with this and ready for me when I come by?"

"I will. You are a dear. Kisses, baby and a lot more later. Love you," and with a smooching kiss she hung up.

Dutch looked at his morning calendar, made a note to cancel the 11 o'clock appointment with a salesman and called his secretary to push the afternoon schedule out to another day if possible.

Then he left his office and headed for his boss, Dr. van Sciver's office four doors down the corridor. As was his custom, he let himself in without knocking and was absolutely stunned at what he saw. A very attractive young brunette, perhaps in her mid-twenties had her back to him as she slipped an orange sweater over her head. She wore no bra. 

She was extraordinarily sexy. Doctor Van Sciver stood in front of her, his face and eyes downcast.

"Sit on the edge of the chair," she instructed him. He did and then, after stepping out of her shoes, she straddled his lap, her breasts almost at mouth level. With what Dutch thought was an involuntary move, Van Sciver put his arms around her.

"Kiss me, if you want," she said softly.

He nuzzled her neck, being careful not to leave any mark; and worked his way down to her chest. He bit at her nipples and she moaned with pleasure. 

Dutch was puzzled, something was wrong here, but he couldn't figure out just what it was. He made a conscious decision to remain quiet for another minute or so. If they caught him, well, Van Sciver had made the rules...no fucking in the hospital... but Dutch figured that if he made 'em he could break 'em too.

With one hand Van Sciver reached up and squeezed her ripe breast.

"Suck my nipples," she said to him.

He gazed admiringly at her breasts giving Dutch time to note that they weren't overly large or too small. He thought they were magnificent.

Van Sciver took one into his mouth, his lips encircling the areola as his tongue flicked the nipple. 

The young woman shuddered and pressed her fingers into his shoulders. Oh, that feels so good," she breathed. She took his hand in her own and led it up to her other breast. He caressed it, running his thumb up and down over the nipple to make it hard.

"What else do you want to do to me?" she asked her voice gone husky. 

"I'll do anything you want me to," was his almost laconic reply. 

"Put your hand up my skirt," she said. 

He slid his hand up her thigh raising her skirt along the way.

Dutch imagined it was his hand and almost felt the warm wetness he knew he'd encounter there. He could already tell she wore no underwear, and envisioned his hand interchanged with the doctor's tracing his finger along her larger lips, up and down, getting the two of them wetter and wetter.

He listened as she sighed contentedly. "I want you to lick my pussy," it came out so softly he almost missed hearing her say it.

Van Sciver sighed and stood up and she managed to keep her legs wrapped around his hips as he walked them over to his large oaken desk.

She sat there for a moment, never looking in Dutch's direction. Her tongue darted out and licked her lower lip and then she reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt, lowered it and raised her hips just enough to permit her to ease her skirt off. It dropped to her ankles and she flipped it off her foot, directly at Dutch, hitting him in the chest. Instinctively, he caught it, but then let it fall to the floor. Normally she would have seen him then, but Van Sciver had stepped in front of her and blocked the view.

Dutch only had a partial view of her now, but could readily tell she had spread her legs open, inviting Van Sciver to eat her out. 

With what Dutch took for a moan, but could easily have been a sad cry, Van Sciver lowered his head and inhaled her scent. Dutch inhaled and smelt it too. It was almost too much for him to bear. He was fully erect, ready to explode if not afforded relief soon. Gritting his teeth, he looked on as Van Sciver pressed his face to her, burying his tongue in her pussy. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of Van Sciver's desk clock and his lapping up her copious juices.

He must have flicked his tongue over her clitoris, for the young brunette squealed with delight.

"Oh yes, Daddy, yes!" she cried and Dutch was stunned, this was Van Sciver's daughter!

He had never met her, but had seen several pictures of her over the years he and Van Sciver had worked together. "What was going on?" Dutch wondered and used his right hand to adjust the cock in his pants.

'What was her name?' He wondered, and then it came to him. Helen, Helen Van Sciver. 'My God,' He told himself, 'wait until I tell Rosa.'

Helen's fingers were entwined in the doctor's hair, her thighs squeezed around his head, she seemed about ready to come any second and Dutch waited apprehensively for them to discover his presence. There was no way he could leave without being seen, and he frantically thought about what he would say when discovered.

"Its time for you to fuck me, Daddy, I need your big, hard dick in my pussy now!" She moaned as he left her open thighs to stand erect again, his cock quivering in the still office air.

"On the floor," she panted, "Let's do it on the floor!" And as soon as Van Sciver lay on his back, his eyes riveted on his lovely daughter, she squatted over him, parted her labia and sank down, reaching for his impressive member and guiding into her sopping wet opening, slowly sank to her knees, easily absorbing his entire length.

'Jesus,' Dutch thought, 'she must have some loose cunt there, she swallowed him like he was only three or four inches and he's at least an eight incher.'

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, you feel so good," she cooed and squeezed her breasts in excitement. 

Van Sciver grunted as she rhythmically contracted her pussy around his dick. She was rubbing her clit and grinding her hips into him, almost frantic to get off.

Dutch looked on as the beautiful woman began to raise and lower herself on Van Sciver's dick, while with one hand she held her right breast and raised it to her mouth. She dipped her head down and licked the nipple vigorously with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue around the areola and then looked up at her father.

"Do you like watching me lick my own tit?" She panted, obviously very close to coming.

Van Sciver could only nod and tried to hold his orgasm in check until his daughter found her satisfaction.

Helen's hips were gyrating in small circles. 

"Come for me!" she called out in a husky voice. 

He groaned as she began to bounce up and down on him. 

Dutch had to squeeze the base of his own prick to keep from shooting a load in his pants.

Her tits were bouncing up and down with each movement. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she yelled.

Van Sciver began to lose it; that much was evident to Dutch who couldn't blame him in the least.

"Oh, Daddy, it feels fantastic! I'm close... I think I'm going to come... I think I'm --" 

She leaned way back, her palms almost flat on the floor and her arms stiffened to support her frame. It hit her hard, causing her entire body to jerk as her pelvis continued grinding into his.

Her body was flushed, glistening with sweat; and Dutch looked on as Van Sciver unleashed his load into her causing her to throw her head back and scream, "OH YES! OH, GOD, YES!"

Her orgasm subsided after several seconds and she sat up, obviously enjoying the feel of his cock as it softened inside her.

That was the moment she spied Dutch standing there with a huge bulge in his trousers and a dark stain growing from his exuding a heavy amount of precum.

"Daddy, there's a....!"

Van Sciver turned and saw Dutch standing there. "What the hell!"

"I... I can exp...." Dutch began, but Helen started to scream and cut him off.

"Quiet, Helen!" Van Sciver, said, becoming the first to gather his wits about him. "Cover yourself Helen, and then sit down." As he spoke, he was pulling up his own trousers and tucking himself in.

He glared at Dutch, "Perry... your office, now!"

A minute later, both were standing in Dutch's office. It was apparent both were embarrassed by the situation.

"Can I explain?" Dutch said lamely.

"Go on," Van Sciver said, his mind racing, trying to assimilate the possibilities that might result from their discovery by Dutch Perry.

"Jesus," Dutch began, I... I was going to ask for the afternoon off to take care of some personal business."

"And you just barged into my office?"

"No. In fact I let myself in. I mean, I knocked, but... well you were occupied and must not have heard, so I used the key. I was going to leave you a note...." he finished lamely.

Knowing Dutch for some time, Van Sciver believed him, but the problem was getting him to remain quiet about what he'd seen. 

"I can guess what you're thinking Dutch," he said. "It wasn't too long ago that I suspended you for a similar occurrence."

"You could have fired me," Dutch said somberly.

"Didn't though. I need you and now it seems I need you even more. Can I rely on you to keep this to yourself?"

"Um, yes... yes of course you can, Doctor."

"I was hoping you'd say that. And now I have some explaining to do to you. Yes, that is my daughter, Helen back there. And I was screwing her ass off. I truly regret having to do it and regret even more that fact that you caught us in the act. I don't know exactly how to explain this whole damn mess, except to say that it hasn't been going on very long. In fact, this is only our third time."

Van Sciver took a moment to wipe his brow with a handkerchief before continuing. "She... Helen came to me in tears one afternoon about two weeks ago. Chet, her husband and she were experiencing marital difficulties. Well, that's what she told me. We talked and I learned that they were both virgins until their wedding night. So nothing unusual resulted until after the honeymoon. Shit! I won't belabor the point. Sexually they're not compatible. Helen has an abnormally large vagina and Chet, well Chet isn't gifted in the men's department. From what Helen tells me, he's got about a three inch hardon; which means she doesn't even feel him when he's putting it to her."

"I see," said Dutch, who was only beginning to understand the problem.

"They were all right until she happened to tell some girlfriends his size and they went nuts... telling her she should leave him for a real man; that she didn't know what she was missing, and they kept at her on the subject. She was at, or I should say, they were at the house for dinner when she broke down. We thought she was having a nervous breakdown, but when I got her alone she recovered sufficiently to tell me what was going on and begged me for help."

"Now my wife and I have had separate bedrooms since Helen was roughly fourteen. I don't cheat on her, at least I haven't until this... and I don't think my wife has either. But my heart went out to Helen. I had to help her, but I couldn't see referring her to some escort service, or friend of the family to help satisfy her needs. And, you must understand, she loves Chet, really and truly loves the guy. "

"So what happened?"

"What happened was I decided that I should be the one to show her how to reach sexual gratification. After all, I was remiss in not discovering her problem when she was a teenager."

"Did you contact her gynecologist?" 

"I did and getting her to wave the confidentiality wasn't easy, let me tell you."

"I did so by telling her that Helen was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and might just ruin her marriage and that she should have provided counseling to Helen after examining her and discovering her abnormality."

"She wanted to know what I was going to do. Not about Helen, mind you, but about her not calling the problem to our attention in order to get the girl proper help. I mean, plastic surgery isn't out of the question . . ."

"Obviously you haven't availed yourselves of it as yet," Dutch pointed out.

"I know, I know!" Van Sciver blurted, "And I've been so sorry I didn't use it as the first means of addressing the problem. But my ego got in the way. I... I'm fairly well endowed and thought I might help her achieve an orgasm and that would show her she was a real woman and allow her to return to Chet's bed. I don't... Lord forgive me... I don't know what provoked me into that line of reasoning."

"What happened?"

"I took her to a motel the first time. She couldn't believe how great sex was. And I couldn't believe how much I had missed it either. No sex in almost ten years and there I was, getting a young woman off repeatedly, orgasm after orgasm. Of course she implored me to teach her more and more and more. We amazed one another. I amazed myself. Each time was better than the last."

"Until I walked in on the two of you," Dutch said somberly.

"That's right, until then. Now I realize we cannot continue. Helen will probably go home and confess everything to Chet and he in turn will file for a divorce. I've ruined everything . . ." He sobbed and sank to his knees.

"There is a way out of this," Dutch said.

Van Sciver looked up at him through tear stained eyeglasses. "What? How?"

"I could become her surrogate lover."

"What! How dare you suggest such a thing! This is my daughter we're talking about!"

"And that's why I made the suggestion. Think about it. Look at the guilt both of you carry right now, adultery and incest. At least if I get involved with Helen the incestuous element is gone. You can rest easier. I think that after Helen and I go through a brief period of adjustment, she'll be better off as well. And on the plus side, I'm not taking her away from her husband, I have my own woman to keep happy, and a few others, I might as well get that out of the way."

"Others? What the hell do you have a harem?"

"No, not exactly. Can I be candid with you?"

"Of course," Van Sciver said with some sarcasm. "We're being far more candid than I ever dreamed possible."

"There are several women in my life at the moment. My fiancée, Rosa, my ex-wife, my doctor, another couple Rosa and I are fond of and a friend we're helping out after leaving her husband."

"I might have omitted someone, and if so, I didn't mean too."

"Good grief, what are you, a fucking machine?"

"No, but some times I feel like one. The point is, perhaps if Helen is agreeable; we might meet on a weekly basis. That would serve to keep her happy for the time being. Meanwhile you can give careful consideration to her having the surgery mentioned earlier as well as looking into possible help for Chet."

Van Sciver was no fool. He was already ahead of Dutch on the matter and its possibilities.

"Let's get back in my office. I expect Helen is still there."

She was pacing the floor when they returned and immediately put as much space between Dutch and herself as was possible.

"Helen," Van Sciver began, "This was all a misunderstanding. Dutch here had a key to my office and let himself in thinking I was out. He wanted to leave me a note, saying he was taking the afternoon off." He glanced at Dutch and said, "You can, by the way. When we finish here, get the hell out of my hospital for the rest of the afternoon."

He glanced down at his shoes and then at his daughter. "We have a major problem Helen."

She shuddered in fear, thinking her worst fears were about to come true.

"But I also believe we have a workable solution. Try to relax a little, Helen, it's not the end of the world by any means. Dutch has been sworn to secrecy. We go back a way and I feel we can trust him. In fact, and I am talking out of school here, I caught him and his fiancée in the broom closet just down the hall a couple weeks back. I could have fired him on the spot, but I didn't. I suspended him for a day and let him off with a warning. Now that the tables are turned, he's showing us compassion that we do not deserve. Do you understand me, Helen?'

"Yes, I understand. So what's... what's going to happen now?'

"He's a better friend than I thought he was, Helen. Helen I'm your father and I just can't keep meeting with you like this."

"Daddy!" She cried and sank to the floor in despair.

"It's not the end of the world baby," Van Sciver said, beseechingly, and cast a look for help at Dutch.

"Helen," Dutch said softly. "Listen to me. A few years ago, my best friend was getting married to a wonderful girl. Just before the wedding he became impotent, unable to make love to her. Now they had been making love all along and she had been telling him the different ways she wanted them to do it on their wedding night. She even suggested that at the earliest opportunity she would like to try a threesome."

"Where the hell are you going with this, Dutch?" Van Sciver said, flushed with anger.

"I'm saying he asked me to help him out. I found a friend who could keep his mouth shut and we joined the couple in their wedding suite. The groom couldn't perform. We did. 

(See Dr. Ruark's Problem – Chapters 1 & 2, submitted separately.) 

That is the three of us. The groom had explained matters to his bride and she agreed to try to see if our... fucking her, excuse the language, please, but that's what we were doing. The two of us took her, in turn and together; and before the night ended, the groom was back to normal and it was three men and one woman. We are still best friends. My fiancée is also a close friend; in fact we're going to see them this evening."

"My god," Van Sciver gasped.

But Helen looked enthralled.

"So," she began, "you intend to replace my father, is that it?"

"Only if you're agreeable to it, Helen, you have my word I'll tell no one. No one, that is unless my fiancée learns about us and then only her."

"And how would we... accomplish this... assignation?"

"Once a week at a place mutually agreeable to both of us; perhaps your father has a place in mind."

"I do." He said. I have an apartment, a condo, actually that I use for those nights I'm caught late at the hospital and don't want to travel all the way home. Its two blocks from here; if I know when the two of you will be using it, I'll never show my face. I promise."

For the first time, Helen smiled. Dutch took a deep breath and saw Van Sciver beaming at him.




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"Mr.?" she asked inquiringly.

"Perry, Dutch Perry," he replied and took a deep breath, beginning to relax.

"Mr. Perry, I believe I accept your kind offer," her face was reddening as the next words formed in her mouth. "And when shall we begin?"

"Are Tuesday afternoons good for you?"

"They are indeed. Tuesdays it is. And if for some reason one of us cannot be there...?"

"Notify me," Van Sciver said holding out two keys to the condo. I'll give you both the address later. Now Dutch get the hell out of my office. Helen, why don't you run along and be sure to give my best to your husband."

"You already have, daddy, but I will do as you asked. It was very nice meeting you after all, Mr. Perry," Helen said, thoroughly flushed at the prospect of what awaited her the following week.



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Chapter 13
Formerly 33 & 34

8/14/99 - Molly Meets the Rourk's

Molly was nervously biting her fingernails when Dutch pulled up in his dented Volvo. She slipped into the passenger seat and looked straight ahead, not saying a word, not reproaching him for being twenty minutes late.

He noticed this and decided he'd better apologize.

"Hey, Molly, I'm sorry about being so late. It's not like me. I'm usually early, but I got tied up in a rather unusual situation."

She glanced over at him and pulled the hem of her flowery dress down below her knees.

"I can't go into all the details... confidentiality, you know, but I now have a date with another woman on a weekly basis."

"Is..." Molly spoke for the first time, "is Rosa aware of this unusual situation?"

"No, not yet, but I'll tell her first chance I get."

She gave him a reproachful look.

"I'm serious," he said, putting the Volvo into gear and pulling away from the parking space. "I've already called her, but she's out with a client. Hey, that's why I'm here instead of Rosa."

He wondered why he was feeling guilty when the Van Sciver thing had just happened. It wasn't as if he'd been spying on them. The thought crossed his mind that he had indeed been spying on them. He had opened the locked door hadn't he?

He cleared his throat and asked Molly if she had any preference in stores for their shopping spree.

"No, Rosa told me she knew just the place to go. Didn't she tell you?"

"Yeah, but I...I've never been into any of them. I was just thinking that you might have a favorite."

"The Rourk's are your friends, you should know what's expected, not me."

It was the first time Molly had ever stood up for herself, if that was what she was doing. It had been a very mild rebuke and could easily mean that she was totally reliant on Dutch and Rosa to guide her through the evening. He thought nothing of it.

"I think you'll enjoy the Rourk's," he said. 

"Molly turned to face him, saying, "You and Rosa have been intimate with them haven't you?"

"Um, yes, sure, I thought you knew that."

"No one told me anything. I've drawn my own conclusions. Her hand moved and rested lightly on his knee. "Don't get me wrong. I love the both of you. I'll do anything you want me to do."

"Hey, now," he said trying to reassure her, "We're not getting you involved in any white slavery or anything like that."

She laughed and he felt good hearing the light tinkle in her voice. "I know." She squeezed his knee, "actually I'm looking forward to it. I've never been with a black man before."

"How about a black woman?" Dutch asked.

"You know Rosa is the only woman I've ever made love to."

He reached the intersection of Wilshire and Cienega and was surprised to find a parking space waiting for them. They got out and he was pleased to notice several men glancing at Molly as she lithely stepped out of the car.

They went into a dress shop first. Dutch had his orders from Rosa as to what kind of dresses to select. Molly just went with the flow.

"That's a great dress," he said, pointing to one in the window. "That would look terrific on you."

"Want me to try it on?" Molly asked.

He nodded and she took the dress into the dressing room. When she came out he saw the bra straps. "Molly," he said evenly, "take off the bra and let's see what it looks like then."

When she came out, he noted how prominent her magnificent breasts were, as they strained against the fabric of the dress. Her nipples poked at the bodice, compelling anyone in her vicinity to stare at her magnificent chest.

She turned to Dutch, seeking his opinion.

His voice caught in his throat. "M...Molly, you are absolutely radiant." He finally stuttered.

"I can't believe the transformation. It's not the dress; it's you in the dress.

She stood in front of the three mirrors, her face glowing like a prospective bride, and stuck several poses before looking over her shoulder at him. "It's funny, Dutch, you know I don't think I'd feel comfortable wearing this."

He beckoned to the saleswoman, hovering nearby. "We'll take this one."

"Yes sir," the woman said, "will that be cash or charge?"

"It will be charge, but we're not finished. Molly would you mind trying a couple of these on?"

"Oh, sure," she said and with a wide smile began pondering her next selection.

"And Molly?"

"Yes?"

"When you go in the dressing room, lose the panties."

"You think?"

He smiled at her. "I think. You won't need them, not with these outfits."

The saleswoman, about fifty, coughed politely next to him, letting him know others were within earshot.

He nodded at her as Molly, shaking her ass provocatively, took another dress into the dressing room.

She sauntered out, now obviously having experienced a dramatic mood swing, providing Dutch with a steamy smile as she twirled around causing the skimpy dress to flare up enough to provide Dutch and the saleswoman a brief glimpse of her shaven pussy.

"My goodness," gulped the saleswoman who thought she had seen everything by this time.

"What is it?" Dutch asked her.

"Nothing sir," she said, averting her eyes, "Nothing at all."

As if reading her mind, he said, "Figured you'd seen it all 'eh?"

"Something like that, yes sir." And wiped her brow with a tissue she had tucked in her waistband.

"This is a special girl, you know? I want her to look sensational tonight, sensational, understand?"

"I understand, and may I say with what you've selected thus far she will be, believe me."

"Good, then why not help her accessorize? I'm lost in that department."

When they left the store an hour later, they carried four stylish bags containing the two dresses two pair of high heels, and assorted jewelry, bracelets, necklaces, and decorative rings. Without question, Molly would never have chosen them had she been left to her own devices. But she was thrilled beyond words at the attention she was receiving and appeared to be a new person. Her depressed attitude had vanished.

He couldn't wait to tell Rosa; then he laughed out loud. He wouldn't have to tell her a word, one look and she'd know.

Next, he squired her to the hairdresser Rosa had told him about. They were on time and Molly sat down with all the demeanor of a queen; and was treated accordingly by the very attentive staff.

Two hours later, Molly was transformed. Not that she hadn't been a looker to begin with, but her bad marriage had caused her to forget how good she could look if she set her mind to it.

After all the fussing over her, Molly felt like royalty and glancing at the slight bulge in Dutch's slacks grew wanton and her desire for sex there and then almost overpowered her.

"You and Rosa... you're taking me to meet these people... I'm going to fuck them tonight, right?"

"That's right. That is, unless you don't want too."

"Oh, I've never been hornier, Dutch." She said and reached for his appendage.

"Give it ten more minutes, baby," he said, his voice low and gravelly, oozing with testosterone.

"No way I can wait that long," she hissed in his ear, her tongue laving his lobe.

"Then start without me. Someone's gotta drive this fuckin' heap to Rosa's."

Without another word Molly removed her slacks and to his surprise, revealed a pair of black net stockings held up by a lacy black garter belt. 

Dutch looked on through narrowly-slitted eyes at the thin thong apparatus that held the garter belt in place and groaned, almost losing control of the car as Molly began to rub her swollen labia slowly and gently. In less than a minute, she had parted the thick, fleshy folds and run her finger in the slit between. She began to quiver, her nipples erected, her voice lost in little mewing whimpers. 

"Mmmm . . ."

Dutch hurriedly found a place to park, not caring about passersby, only that he had to do something or go crazy with desire. It wasn't long before Molly went over, plunging into a delightful orgasm. Her lips opened and closed as her sphincter spasmed under the tutelage of her determined fingers.

"Was it good?" He croaked.

"Ummm, very nice, "she panted. "But I still want you in me."

His hands flew to his fly and almost damaged his prick in his haste to get it out into the air. She reached between them, grabbed his swollen cock and pulled it to her flared opening. She didn't wait for him to plunge in. She thrust up, engulfing and capturing his cock in her wet, hungry pussy. The instant that his glans passed her lips and plopped inside she came again.

Dutch croaked once more, "Oh baby," he managed to get out,"I love to watch you as you fuck me. I can't wait to see Robert's black prick spearing you." Then he realized that he may have crossed a line with her and the initial stage of a great panic swept over him.

But then, she started moving again, more intensely than before, slamming her pelvis into him and after capturing her breath managed to pant into his ear, "I love fucking you...I love that hard cock of yours...I love Rosa's tongue licking me and I'm sure I'll love your friends black cock and her black tongue too." 

The immense relief that rushed through his system also brought him to the cusp of his own orgasm. "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to come!"

"No, no!" she cried. "Not yet!" And she stopped thrusting at him. But it was too late. She felt his cock swell to unimaginable proportions and then spew his semen along the walls of her vagina until they coated her cervix. 

That sensation brought on Molly's final climax and she collapsed against him. In the afterglow of lovemaking, with her head nestled on his shoulder, Dutch tenderly asked her if she wanted to go through with the evening as planned.

"We can call it off anytime you know," he told her as his hand absentmindedly caressed her cheek.

"A girl doesn't get this kind of opportunity very often, Dutch, baby. I want to do it. It should be a fun evening, one that I'll never forget. I need a memory like that. And, by the way, I'll never forget this afternoon either."

They kissed and he fixed himself, tucking his shriveled penis back into his pants as Molly tugged her slacks back up and gave him a huge smile. 

"Let's go," she said, "we can't keep our friends waiting.

***

When they arrived at Rosa's Rosa was waiting with a big smile. "How'd it go, Molly?"

"I feel like a movie star. The clothes are so glamorous, and look at my hair, it's never had sheen like this and the styling... I never, ever thought...."

"You look good enough to eat and if we have time I will," Rosa said gleefully.

Molly laughed and through her arms around Rosa. "I should. After the shampoo, color and set, a manicure, a pedicure and, would you believe I had my legs waxed?"

"You've never had that done before?" Rosa asked.

"Never! I couldn't afford it first off and second I had no reason, that...."

"Forget him," Dutch said, "He's history."

"He's right honey," Rosa chimed in, "I have a present for you. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to take you around myself, but I hope this makes up for it."

Molly accepted the small package, saying, "You shouldn't have," but obviously delighted to receive it and Dutch and Rosa watched as Molly eagerly tore it open. 

"You know," she said babbling over with excitement, "I meant to tell you, Dutch here was such a doll, escorting me everywhere and they treated me like a queen... I just can't thank the two of you enough, and...." she finished opening the package and discovered a small bottle of French perfume, one that she had seen advertised and had desired for the longest time.

"Oh, this is..." she began to cry.

"Hey, hey," Rosa said, "don't ruin that makeup."

"Oh, oh... you two are the dearest...." And she dissolved in tears while hugging first Rosa and then Dutch.

Later on, in the bathtub, Molly completed her final grooming. She shaved the sparse, brown pubic hair on her vaginal lips and shaped the tuft above her cleft into a perfectly symmetrical, small triangle, similar to that of Rosa's.

Then after a glass of wine, they all dressed and headed to the Rourk's. 

Dinner went well. Molly's entrance was a sensation, with both Robert and Alice 'oooing and ahhing' over her dress, good looks and demeanor.

But Molly was puzzled when Robert excused himself to 'make a few calls' but when another glass of wine magically appeared, Molly put his leaving out of her mind, preferring to envision her hostess, Alice, in the nude kneeling between Rosa's legs while she got behind the lightly skinned black woman and prepared to taste her, front and back.

She was rudely shaken from her day dream by her sexual victim herself, when Alice inquired if she would be kind enough to move from the table to an armchair in the next room.

Placing her half-filled glass on the dining room table, she rose and felt her legs wobble unsteadily for the first few steps before she regained her stability and made her way to the chair without further incident.

"I have a few questions to ask of you, Molly." Alice said with a smile.

"Sure, fire away," Molly replied.

"As I'm sure Rosa has told you, I'm a lawyer and in that capacity I need to probe your reasons for coming here this evening."

"I don't think I...."

"It's simple, really," Alice went on as if Molly hadn't opened her mouth. "We're fairly high in LA's society, Robbie being a surgeon and me having... well, our reputations to protect."

"I have a good reputation myself," Molly said, surprising everyone.

Alice couldn't help but laugh. Molly was right. They had brought her here, she didn't ask to come.

"You are so correct," Alice said with a smile. "So let me ask a few pertinent questions of you. I'll cut to the chase, as it were."

"Fine," Molly responded as she clasped her hands on her knees.

"What's your favorite position?

Molly glanced at Rosa and Dutch before responding, and then said, "Well, I like every position. When I'm lying on my back and he's... you know when he's between my legs... I like that."

Alice smiled. "Oh yes, that would be the missionary position. Do you put your legs over his shoulders? Do you clasp your legs around him and lock your ankles? Or, do you put your feet flat on the bed so you can push up against him?" Alice asked, and felt herself growing wet.

Molly was squirming in the chair, trying to get comfortable before answering. She crossed her legs and tantalized everyone in the room as the final inches of her black netted stockings and two inches of tanned thigh were exposed. 

She looked directly at Alice and said, "I like all of that. Sometimes I put my legs over his shoulders. Sometimes I lock my ankles around his waist and sometimes I have my feet flat on the sheets so I can push against him."

"How about doggy style? How about riding on top?"

She thought about the question then answered, "I like both of those positions. I guess I've never really thought about positions. It doesn't matter to me. When I told you that the missionary position, as you called it, was my favorite . . . I should have said that I like all positions. But I'd like to add that I really don't have all that much experience."

Alice pursed her lips before responding. "You don't? Would you mind explaining that to me?"

"My marriage... wasn't so great. I mean we did a lot of things... in cars and movies...."

"Movies? You made movies with your husband?"

"Oh, no, I meant we did it at the movies. I mean, in the theatre, and at the drive in. And I masturbated him at a Rams game once. He... we had this blanket and I thought it would be cute. He didn't like it so much, I mean, he let me finish him off, but then he got surly, worried that he might have stained his trousers." She bit her lip as the memory of that moment played out in her mind.

An amused Alice interrupted her to ask, "And oral sex, what about oral sex? Do you like it when he goes down on you... do you like to be eaten?"

Both Dutch and Rosa knew the answer to that one, Molly absolutely loved it. She loved getting eaten, didn't care whether it was male or female going down on her, she reveled in it either way.

"Don't all women?" Molly asked shyly.

"Molly honey, we're not talking about other women, we're talking about you. Do you like to be eaten?"

"I like to be eaten," she answered, her voice flat with resignation, denoting no excitement, although she was worried silly that her juices would soon be running down her new stockings.

"Do you love to be eaten?"

"Yes, Alice, I love to be eaten." Molly seemed exasperated, uncrossing her legs and then crossing them again, in the process providing Alice with a glimpse of pussy, seemingly glistening with her juices.

"How about giving head? Do you enjoy giving a man a blowjob?" 

"I guess, she said, licking her lips." It seemed to Dutch that Molly was getting impatient with the grilling and wanted nothing more than to get on the orgy. 

Alice, ever the attorney, frowned and rephrased the question. "Okay, okay let me ask it this way. Does it turn you on when his cock is in your mouth? Do you play with it with your tongue? Do you try to drive him crazy?"

"Yes, yes and yes," Molly admitted with a slight grin.

"Do you find my questions amusing? Alice asked.

"Well, kind of. I mean, if you want to know if I'm agreeable to fucking your husband and you, I am. I'm going to do it and if Rosa and Dutch want some of me that's fine too. The more the merrier. My total experience isn't much I'll grant you that. I've only done some of the things you're asking me about once or twice and very recently at that. My husband wasn't an expert in lovemaking. What's more he stopped fairly soon after we were married. I suspect, but could never prove that he was fooling around with many other women while neglecting me. But I'm not a whore. Don't misunderstand me. I want to experience those things and probably many other things that I haven't dreamed about. Okay? Have I been clear enough on the subject?"

"Are you excited right now?"

"Oh, yeah. Nervous and excited," she said looking at her hands in her lap.

Suddenly Alice's tone changed, and using a dominant tone, told Molly, to stand up.

Rosa gave Dutch a look of concern. He whispered to her, "Alice told me she was going for a dominant theme with her and unless she really resists, she'll continue and we're supposed to go along."

"I don't know," Rosa replied in a whisper, "She came prepared to screw everyone here, but this might be taking it to extremes."

"She knows what she's doing and so far she hasn't done anything to harm Molly. I won't let that happen, you know, I like her too much to see her hurt."

Rosa, placated for the moment, nodded and returned her attention to Molly and Alice.

"I said up! Stand up!" Alice said without really raising her voice, merely emphasizing her enunciation of each syllable.

Molly hesitated, then with a small frown, uncrossed her legs and pushed herself up out of the upholstered chair. 

In a much softer tone, Alice said, "Turn around, sweetie, let me get a look at your fabulous body."

Molly complied, but felt a little stiff as she turned around. The new shoes with their six inch heels didn't make it any easier.

"Very nice, you look terrific. Now show us your boobs."

Alice's request didn't catch Molly by surprise. With a furtive glance over at Rosa and Dutch she slipped the spaghetti straps off each arm and the top of her black dress fell to her waist.

"Oh, I will say, Molly you have a great pair of tits," Alice cooed. "Are they very sensitive?"

"I guess so," Molly answered quietly. 

"Pinch those luscious nipples for us, baby."

Rosa watching intently noticed that Molly's breath was ragged. Molly's hands involuntarily cupped each breast. Then the thumb and forefinger of each hand pinched and pulled on each suddenly turgid nipple. She looked from one breast to the other and ran her tongue over her lips.




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 13



"Oh, do you like that?" Alice purred?"

"Umm, yes I do," she answered, her legs were so shaky she had to fight to keep from falling.

"Now Molly, please let go of your lovely tits and lift your skirt up for us."

Molly's hand went quickly to each side of her hem, clutched it and slowly raised it to expose her thighs.

"Come on sweet cakes, you know what we want. Show us your pussy!

Dutch thought he heard Molly moan, although if she did it was barely perceptive. Her black dress went up and up until it was only a narrow black belt around her waist leaving only her garter belt as the only clothing she actually wore, but with her pussy bared to the entire room, nonetheless.

Alice smiled. "The garter belt is a lovely accent piece; now please spread your legs, Molly dear."

Molly moved her legs apart and stared at the floor. Alice noted that her pussy was shaven, except for a small triangular tuft of fleece.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," Alice said. "Now take the garter belt off and turn around and show us your ass."

Molly shimmied out of the garter belt, tossed it aside and placed her hands on her ass. They heard her sigh just before she turned her neck and then raised her eyes to look over her shoulder at them. Her perfectly shaped cheeks were revealed to everyone.

"You have a gorgeous body, Molly," Alice said.

"I'm glad you like it," Molly replied, "but what does your husband think?"

"He's not present at the moment. He hasn't seen your body, unless you want to count the moment you entered the house when he mentally raped you."

That reply caused Molly to laugh and her breasts to jiggle a little. Dutch was fully erect and Rosa had her thighs clamped together trying to curtail her obvious excitement.

But Alice wasn't finished with Molly. "Now, bend over and put your hands on your legs," she told her.

Molly obeyed and began to blush, for she knew her secret parts were totally exposed.

"Molly," Alice inquired gently, moving to within inches of the woman's face, "It looks to me like you may be wet between your legs. Are you?"

"Maybe just a little," Molly answered, her voice betraying her mounting excitement.

"Okay, Molly, sweetie, that's enough. Fix your dress; cover yourself."

Molly did as she was told, but her breathing was now heavier and harsher than before, that much was apparent to Dutch. And Rosa's finger was lightly running along her slit and had been ever since Alice uttered the words, "It looks to me like you may be wet between your legs. Are you?"

Molly having restored her dress to rights sat down in the big upholstered armchair.

Alice clapped her hands twice and called out, "Are you ready Robby?"

And from what Molly would soon realize was a huge master bedroom, she heard Robert reply, "Indeed I am. Is Molly ready for me?"

"I believe so, love. Come see for yourself."

Four pair of eyes focused on the door as it opened inward and Robert strode into the room.

He was naked except for a feathered boa of some sort that began in as a wrap around his head and wound down his muscular torso, cutting between the cheeks of his ass and ending wrapped around his stiffened penis that jutted straight out from his body, perhaps eight inches.

It had been Alice who suggested he do this for its visual effect, rather than walking in naked.

She was proven right, in that Molly had a small orgasm just looking at Robert's body. The feathered boa forced her eyes to travel from his head to his magnificent erection.

Alice broke the silence, "Molly, I believe you two have met before?"

"Molly gasped with excited pleasure. "Yes... we have..." Her eyes traveled up and down his glistening, well-oiled, black body. "It's very nice to see you again," she said and discovered she was having difficulty breathing.

Robert caused his prick to jump and all three women flinched.

He laughed out loud. It had a deep resonant sound to it, suggesting all manner of lewdness to come. He approached Molly as she sat spellbound in the armchair; and on reaching her, held out his hand, which she tentatively accepted. 

He stepped back and gazed at her. His eyes raked over the black mini-dress and the spaghetti straps that held the stunning dress up. Molly's chest was revealed right down to the bottom of her breastbone, and the sides of her dress swept down the outside of her body, beginning their rearward journey only when they reached the bottom of her ribs, ending just above the beginning of her bottom, revealing the dimples in the small of her back. The hem sat several inches above mid-thigh. 

Her hair, which had been down, was done up in a complex braid of some kind, leaving several wisps of light brown hanging in a frame around her face, a face which he couldn't quit staring at.

She was beautiful - young, innocent, and obviously vulnerable. Robert's eyes kept traveling the length of her voluptuous form. 

Molly flushed from head to toe. She had never been with a black man before, although it had always been foremost in her secret fantasies. And as she raised her eyes to meet Robert's, she silently thanked both Dutch and Rosa for bringing to the Rourk's this evening. 

He lifted her up and enfolded her in his muscular arms. His thick lips closed down upon hers and Molly's mouth opened to accept his tongue. He found her willing, tasty, and fairly inexperienced. 

His heart began beating a little faster and he almost that he was seducing her and not the opposite. He allowed the fingers of his left hand to wander around to her front, into her dress, until he found her nipple, stiff and yet pliable. His right hand found itself buried deep in her hair, tearing out the pins that held it up, until gradually, her hair fell around her shoulders.

Robert decided to waste little time with preliminaries; as his tongue thrust deep into her mouth, he inserted his thumb in as well, running it along the inside of her bottom lip, keeping her mouth open, not that she needed it there at all.

The shock of seeing him approach her, glistening with oils had stiffened her momentarily, but then her fingers were in his hair, grabbing at the feathered boa, his head impossibly closer to her.

Molly heard a muffled groan as she began to return his kiss, and it took several seconds before she realized it was her own, and then sucked his tongue ever deeper into her mouth.

He freed his hand from between their mouths and ran it roughly down her side to her thigh, squeezing it, pulling it to straddle his hip. He pulled back a bit and shifted his weight.

Molly erotically scraped her teeth over his tongue as it retreated back into his mouth, following it with her own even as he sucked on it, drawing it deeper, and enticing it to twine around his. She moaned again and wrapped her arm about his neck.

Alice, eyes riveted upon the couple writhing against each other, began to remove her clothing.

Rosa already had hefted her dress up around her waist and had two fingers greedily plying their way deep inside her then abruptly halted her activities, stood up and stripped. Before sitting down she rummaged in her bag and found a black dildo which she stuck in her mouth to wet and then promptly sat down and after raising her legs to her shoulders, inserted it deep inside her pussy.

Dutch came out of his trance-like state and dropped his trousers to the floor and as he peeled off his shirt, Alice sidled up next to him, knelt in front of him and took his thickened appendage into her craving mouth. 

Now, oddly, Molly was the only one clothed, but that would not last for long. Robert hoisted Molly's dress up to her waist and smiled on seeing she wore only black stockings. He placed his large hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her completely off the ground. 

Molly instinctively wrapped her fish-netted legs about his hips and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. Using only his teeth, Robert found each shoulder strap in turn and tugged them away from her shoulders. Eventually her top sagged down enough to expose her magnificent breasts.

His boa adorned cock jumped in anticipation. He let his fingers trail over her mounds until with a moan; his lips left hers and captured one hard nipple. Her moan joined his as she pulled his head in closer. Trailing wet kisses down one hill, through the valley, and up the far side, he moved to the other sentry, the one standing stiffer than ever before. 

Tiny whimpers coming from her throat were as sweet as any sonata he had ever heard in his entire life.

He wanted everything she had to give, and more. Using both hands, he pushed up the hem of her dress, caressing her thighs and buttocks. A gasp escaped her lips as his hands squeezed her soft, velvety smooth bottom. 

Alice was lavishing long, lingering licks to Dutch's fat cock, holding both his testicles in one hand as the other held him in position for her ardor laden tongue.

Rosa, the fingers of her left hand still maneuvering their way in and out of her now frothy cunt hole, stood up on shaky legs and made her way to Dutch's side and they kissed, tongue lashing tongue and all three moaned in unison as the sound Alice's slurping mouth filled the room.

Lifting his head from her chest, Robert kissed her softly on the lips again and Molly nearly fainted from the pure joy of the moment.

Both his hands remained occupied with her hips and thighs, fondling and learning about her flesh. 

Molly was having trouble catching her breath as tilted her head back and settled his moist lips on the column of her throat. He heard her moan and jammed his erection against her groin. This caused Molly to react, digging her fingers into the muscles of his neck, and that made Robert scrape her white skin with his teeth, leaving a mark that she would endure with an almost masochistic pleasure for almost two weeks.

Molly couldn't believe the incredible heat that surged through her, from her cunt to the tips of her fingers and toes. She felt like she was far removed from this handsome home, as if she and he were in a wild and primitive environment. She wanted him inside her, but feared asking for it. He was in charge and he would know when to lay her down.

She couldn't help but moan as his mouth trailed down the long line of her neck, down the feminine slope of one throbbing breast to suck and nibble and lave at the hardened tip. 

Molly cried out softly, brokenly, the breath hitching in her throat, Robert only sucked harder and pulled her hips down to grind her soft sex against his hard one. As he moved from one breast to the other, he started squeezing and rubbing the cheeks of her ass. She in turn, frenziedly ground her cunt against him.

Molly's hand snaked down and found his steel hard prick and quickly gave it several strokes, causing the feathered boa to loosen from his turgid cock and dangle from his waist to the floor. 

Robert laughed that deep laugh again and tore the boa from his glistening body, throwing it so that it landed next to Alice and Dutch, who never noticed it at all, being busy with other pressing matters as it were.

The svelte brunette took a step back, and standing straight, dropped her arms, and wiggled. All of the black dress fell from her hips, leaving her nude except for the black stockings and heels.

Then reaching for her once again, Robert was fooled as Molly quickly fell to her knees, and grasping his turgid member in one hand, brought it to her eager, trembling lips, stretching them far apart as his thick, black cock entered her narrow mouth.

Molly said a silent prayer of gratitude to Dutch and his thick cock for helping prepare her for Robert's even longer cock, angled her neck to allow him deeper penetration. Soon she had the rewarding sensation of feeling it press against the back of her throat. 

"Oh shit, that feels good, Molly, oh, yes, that's good!" Robert groaned as her tongue licked his corona, titillating the nerve endings found there.

But Molly tried to take too much too soon and suddenly found herself gasping and then choking. 

Robert gently removed his massive prick from Molly's mouth and gave her a chance to recover from her choking spell. Then he picked her up and brought her over to the large sofa only a few feet removed from his wife, Rosa and Dutch, who now found themselves sprawled out in and beside the armchair that Molly had been sitting in earlier. Only now it was Alice's legs spread lewdly over the arms as Rosa, now on all fours, held Alice's cunt open and hungrily munched on her labia.

It wasn't long before Dutch positioned himself behind Rosa and was working his hardon into her already creaming cunt.

Once Dutch had established a workable rhythm that didn't dislodge either his cock or Rosa's mouth from Alice's cunt, he glanced back at Molly as she blew Robert. He found himself fascinated by the beauty of his black friend's massive prick as it appeared and disappeared in Molly's luscious mouth. He noted Robert's stomach muscles as they flexed rhythmically, a testament to the pleasure Molly was giving him. 

His eyes met those of Robert's and they smiled at one another. Then Dutch returned his attention to Rosa, giving her perfectly flared hips a sharp slap that he knew would intensify her pleasure.

Rosa moaned in appreciation and wormed her hand under Alice's flanks and teased her rosebud.

"Put it in!" Alice growled lustily. "Put two or three of 'em in there and stir me up."

Dutch laughed and heard Robert's deep laughter behind him.

Rosa obediently followed suite, sending three fingers up Alice's already oiled asshole. When Dutch saw how easily her fingers were accepted he made a mental note to fuck Alice up the ass before the night was over, and then laughed aloud. 'As if she'd let him out of her house without having him fuck her there.

But Rosa was way ahead of him. "Okay, I'm ready for that fat cock of yours sweetie. Let's switch around here. Alice, you lie down. Dutch you fuck me and fuck me good while I get a taste of your lovely lady here."

Rosa giggled, having realized what Alice expected when she asked for the extra fingers.

As they rearranged themselves, Rosa told Alice to spread her cheek for Dutch's big dick. Alice readily did so, giggling lewdly.

Dutch found himself being inserted into Rosa by Alice's nimble fingers and once he'd eased into Rosa's tight anal crack, Alice lightly tickled his balls. "Gonna get me some of that later," she said then snorted with laughter. As soon as her laughter subsided, she turned serious and began devouring Rosa's creamy cunt, establishing a smooth rhythm with Dutch as he plowed deeply into Rosa's rear end. 

Strangely enough, he started thinking about Alice while he methodically pummeled Rosa. He knew that essentially, she was true to her husband; however she never hesitated in telling anyone (in her little group) that she was constantly on the prowl for women in general.

"I need more sexual dalliances in my daily activities," she was wont to say, and they knew she meant it. Dutch also knew Robert didn't mind. For that matter he also managed to bed some of the women Alice brought home, and of course Dutch was aware that Robert had had several brief affairs without Alice's knowledge. 

***

Robert slowly pulled Molly to her feet and kissed her hungrily. Then led her into the master bedroom, guiding her to the bed where she lay supine, knees slightly bent, her hips already moving rhythmically as though he were already inside her, one shoe dangled from her foot, its mate was lying on the carpet beneath the bed. He bent over her, took one breast in his hand and tongued, then licked, then sucked upon her fully engorged nipple. Only when Molly revealed the slightest discomfort did he move to the other, lonely bud.

"Oh, oh, oh," Molly sighed, her hands on his head, caressing his scalp. She raised a leg and threw it over his and began to hump his muscular thigh, rubbing her saturated pussy hard against him.

Robert was determined to take his time, after this he thought with some amusement, he'd have to get in line. Slowly he licked and kissed his way down her belly to the silky triangle and the sweet honeyed lips that opened up at the first touch of his broad tongue.

"Oh, oh, oh," She sighed once more. She was in heaven, and looking around the rest of the bed room seemed blurry and out of kilter, as though she were seeing it reflected in one of those funhouse mirrors.

He sought and uncovered her clitoris, now fully extended from under its protective hood. When he took it in his mouth and rolled his lips and tongue across it, Molly responded wildly, writhing and twisting, trying to escape from the unbelievably sweet sensations he wrought upon her. Curious, Robert let her pull away, only to have her thrusting back a moment later, looking for more of the same. And he was happy to oblige her.

Moving on in his gradual exploration of her sexual apparatus, he toyed with her once more, timing the rocking of her hips to his short, tender kisses placed upon her outer and then inner labia.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. Her eyes open wide but totally glazed; and when Robert once again, ever so slowly sucked her clit between his thick lips and then tongued it, Molly started to gasp and thrust against his face until they somehow mutually agreed on a particular rhythm, he sucking and licking, she thrusting, using him for her intense pleasure.

The only sound in the room was the quiet ticking of the alarm clock and the slurping sounds Robert made as he lapped away at Molly's cunt. Until both felt the other side of the bed depress and looked over to see the cause, although not at the same time.

***

Alice was already crouching over Dutch, facing his bobbing cock; straddling his head; her soft, full breasts pressed against his belly. Then with a quick toss of her head her long black mane hung down over her face, obscuring her mouth as she moved over him. 

Dutch's hips were already rocking as his energized prick surged in and out of Alice's impatient mouth. The fact that Alice loved oral sex was clear as she started humming, actually crooning a tune around his cockhead as it glided over her teeth and caromed of the inner walls of her mouth.

Dutch casually stroked her hips, as Alice squatted above his face then allowed one hand to slide further down so that he had his finger moving in and out of her cunt while his tongue lashed her tingling clit. Slowly, ever so slowly, Alice lowered her torso until her cunt was scant millimeters from his voracious mouth and tongue. He spread her pussy apart and she began to artfully push herself into his face; and timing it to her own sucking motions, moved her cunt up and down to maximize her pleasure under his tonguing.

***

At this juncture, Rosa joined the other four on the king-sized bed, and with one hand still holding the black dildo, slowly fucked her sizzling cunt, while the other hand held her left breast up to her mouth permitting her to nibble on the almost inch long nipple; waiting her turn as she watched Alice applying her fellating skills on Dutch. 

***

Alice's throat muscles worked overtime as she tilted her head from side to side and around in circles, her mouth never leaving the base of Dutch's thick cock. Finally Alice slowly raised her head, and Rosa gawked and let her breast drop from her mouth as inch after inch of Dutch's rigid, glistening cock slid from Alice's mouth, until finally his impressive eight-inch erection was fully revealed. Alice had allowed his member to slide right down her throat as it expanded and hardened in her mouth - an impressive display of muscular control. Rosa made a mental note it ask Alice how she managed it later.

***

Meanwhile Robert continued to devour Molly's cunt. His taste buds were savoring her salty, musky taste as his tongue ran along and then in between her inner and outer lips. He continued lapping at her until he sensed that she was getting ready to come, and then he backed off, contenting himself with sucking and trailing a series of light butterfly kisses along the inside of her thighs, ignoring her pleas to "Make me come!" Patiently waiting until her pending climax subside a little and then he renewed his teasing once more, burrowing his face into the crook where her leg met her pussy; fluttering his talented tongue over her labia, darting quickly in and out of her juicy hole. And as his reward he heard Molly emit a nasty grunt and felt her squirm with each movement of his serpentine tongue. 




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 13



Molly grabbed at his head, trying to hold him steady over her cunt, but he was sweating profusely and her hand slipped off just as his thumb slipped into her ass which had been adequately lubed by her free flowing juices and added another jolt to her rapidly overloaded system.

***

Rosa brought the dildo to a halt and gazed at the light-skinned Alice, thinking and not for the first time that: In certain lighting situations, like this, I'm probably darker skinned than she is. And if anyone had been looking at Rosa's face, they would have noted the latent desire all over it. The fact of the matter was she wanted both Dutch and Alice equally and decided to do something about it.

Just as Alice tugged Dutch's head deeper into her open gash, Rosa's right hand reached toward Alice and stroked her hip, her fingers constantly on the move.

Alice did feel something, but was lost in the pleasures being provided by Dutch's accelerating tonguing of her twat. Rosa's hand began to caress the inside of Alice's thigh next to Dutch's face, and possibly inflamed Alice even more. She let Dutch's cock drop from her mouth in order to see who was joining in. At first she hoped it was Molly, but on seeing it was Rosa, her heart skipped a beat, and as she started to tell Rosa what she would like her to do, Dutch rammed two fingers up her ass and she started to come. 

Her body went rigid, her chest was heaving as the initial wave swept over her. Rosa realized what was happening and quickly began to squeeze both of Alice's nipples, stretching them out to what was close to their bursting point, the sudden rush of pain only added to the intensity of Alice's pleasurable experience.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she sobbed, and involuntarily caused her cunt to contract on his tongue. Surprised by this occurrence, Dutch moved to her clit; attacking it with relish, as the climactic spasms gathered renewed energy and ravaged Alice's nervous system.

She had both hands in his hair now, pulling him down and onto her yearning cuntal lips, her hips jerking almost uncontrollably as she rode through her tumultuous climax.

***

Molly was on the verge of her own climax and Robert, very much aware of how close she was decided the time was ripe. He wanted to fuck her now, before she came in order to ride her through the first come and to bring on the second and possibly a third before he himself spewed into her.

He rolled her over into what most call the 'spoon' position, placed the tip of his prick against the sopping entrance to her cunt and groaned happily as Molly took him in her hand and slid him inside her.

Molly held her top leg up, making it easy for Robert to maximize his penetration. What Robert also realized a moment later was that now the others could see his shaft as it plunged in and out of Molly's frothy cunt.

What he didn't realize was that the others were occupied with their own nasty actions; fucking and sucking to their hearts content on one another, lost in their own sexual frenzy, and never noticed him as he fucked Molly to her first orgasm.

Abandoning Alice, Dutch rolled over on his back and Rosa straddled him, holding herself up, not allowing his throbbing cock to enter her, not yet. With the dildo in her mouth, she slowly lowered herself upon his thick prick, savoring the feeling of his heavily veined cock as it rubbed the walls of her vagina as she took him deep into her center.

Now sucking on the dildo Rosa almost chokes with giddy lust as she deliberately starts to tease him; flexing her belly she causes her cunt muscles to move inward, thereby caressing his thickness on its journey to her deepest recesses.

Dutch moans, "Christ that feels good!" And begins to heave his hips upward, seeking release and what he knows will be a gigantic load spewing into Rosa.

Alice is only a bystander, watching them through glazed eyes as her orgasm slowly subsides.

Rosa recognized that her time was short and rode Dutch harder. With her back arched, breasts jouncing and long black hair whirling this way and that, she tried to fit the dildo into her ass, but failed simply because her position didn't permit it. 

Dutch pumped frantically, his legs spread; heels dug into the mattress for added leverage. And as he started to cum, their eyes locked on one another's. Her ass slapped his thighs one last time, and then he was riding the whirlwind to ecstasy and filling her cunt with his sperm. 

Rosa went rigid feeling him flooding her vagina, and with his second spurt, she came herself, with a long, shuddering moan, rocking hard against his rigid flesh in her slitted sheath. 

Molly and Robert both saw them come and that sent the two of them off as well. And when they finish, Molly collapsed upon his black torso then rolled over on her back, limp and breathless --- reveling in the twitching, throbbing meat still soaking in her juicy cum filled pussy, with a magnificently satisfied smile on her face.

Alice sufficiently recovered by this point, decided to induce Dutch into another round of lovemaking. Lying on her back with her legs wide open and a pillow tucked under her head for comfort, she raised a hand, and bent a finger in a decidedly come hither gesture to Dutch.

"We really need a couple more guys for this kind of fun," he said with a straight face, then glanced down at Rosa who was still in the final throes of her orgasm and resting comfortably near Alice's feet.

"Two will do," Alice replied with a lewd grin. And then with one hand circling his cock and the other behind his ass, she guided him to her waiting mouth.

"We never finished the first round, sweetie," she hissed and then swallowed his entire organ, tasting Rosa and herself on him, laving her tongue over the underside of his prick and giggling when he gave an involuntary flex of his hips.

As Dutch felt his thick cock renewing itself he began to slide in and out of her sucking jaws. Alice, tickled pink with his rapid recovery, began to take him deeper with each stroke.

Molly was recovering too, and without a word to Robert, slithered across the bed and lay across Alice's still writhing thighs. Alice relinquished the fat prick from her mouth and gazed directly at Molly, wanting her, wanting Molly to want her.

"Do you like my tits, Molly?" Alice inquired.

"Oh, yes, they're very impressive, Alice."

Rosa lying beside the two, snorted, as she found Molly's comment very amusing and she was feeling, well... kind of satisfied... for the moment.

Alice smiled on hearing Rosa snort, and asked, "So why not take advantage of the view and maybe... play with yourself while you look at them?

Molly drew a deep breath.

"See how big my nipples are getting? I bet you could milk them out another inch, what do you think?" 

"I think I'd like to try it," Molly said, still smoldering within her loins from the memory of Robert's big black cock. 

"So," Alice said, licking her lips lasciviously, "go on, play with yourself while you look at them. I know how hot they're making you." 

"Mmmm, I do like them," Molly whispered, sending two, then three fingers into her juicy pussy. 

"Put as many as you can in there," Alice giggled, making her tits jounce up and down. 

Molly easily added another finger and a froth of bubbles made it seem that her juices had turned to cream. A dreamy look crossed her face.

"Are you going to come, baby? Oh, yes, I think you are. Wait, no, don't stop moving the fingers. Come here, suck on them for me."

Molly, already close to coming, clamped her lips down on Alice's right nipple as she continued masturbating.

'It's odd," she thought, "a day or so ago I'd have thought someone was crazy if they suggested I'd ever be doing this, and now I'm loving it. The more perverse it gets, the hotter I get. I want to eat both of these women and want to fuck their men too."

She started to chew on Alice's rubbery tip.

Alice moaned.

"I want to be covered with the guy's cum," Molly thought as she tormented Alice's nipple a little more before switching to the other, which was now actually longer than earlier. 

"I want to wake up with both Rosa and Alice's taste in my mouth. I want Dutch to fuck me in the ass while Robert takes my pussy, or maybe the other way around, it doesn't matter."

Molly's fingers had furrowed their way inside her so that they were now fully encased in her snatch enabling her to discover her 'G' spot; and after massaging it for a minute, she came hard --- grunting and spitting the breast from her mouth as she strove to regain some air in her lungs.

Rosa replaced her at Alice's breast, sucking and chewing hard, knowing Alice would get off from it if she kept on and she was proven right as Alice went stiff and quickly put a finger in her hole, stirred it in and out and came herself.

Both lay panting from the unexpected release.

With some derision in her voice, Rosa said to them, "so it's all right for you two to get off, now what about me?" Her hands cupped both of her lovely breasts, seemingly offering one to each of the panting women.

Robert and Dutch were now stoking their respective tools, coaxing themselves back into action. And with the show the women were providing, they knew it was only a matter of time before they would impale themselves in the women again.

Alice and Molly knelt in front of Rosa. Each took a breast in their hands and vigorously massaged it. Rosa closed her eyes and enjoyed the marvelous sensations coursing through her body from this attention to her overly sensitive breasts.

Molly's hand drifted to Rosa's pussy and sent a finger inside. Causing Rosa to exclaim, 

"Oh god... where have you been all my life?" 

Her words triggered Molly so that she came again although her mouth never relinquished Rosa's pert nub.

"Look what sucking tittie can do for you," Alice laughed as she pointed to Molly's belly as she spasmed through another orgasm.

"God, girls," Rosa whined, don't stop sucking just yet. It feels so good I might come!"

"If you haven't noticed, Molly beat you to it and she's doing the sucking." 

"Oh, oh, oh, that's so hot!" Rosa moaned. "Suck my tits. Suck my cunt, suck me, fuck me, I need to come!"

Alice, without further warning leaned over and kissed Rosa passionately, moving her tongue against the other woman's lips, her hands lightly running up and down the length of her body.

Molly, having at least partially recovered her senses, likewise put her hands on Rosa's waist and then ran them up to cup the dusky toned, half-Latin woman's huge breasts.

"Like them?" Rosa asked.

Molly nodded and then gasped as Rosa leaned down to kiss her own pink nipple. Rosa went from one to the other, licking and sucking the nipples, drawing them out to their full length. 

***

Across the bed, the light still shone on Dutch's turgid penis, but there was a beige colored hand cupping the heavy balls hanging below it. The ever greedy Alice appeared to want even more action as her other hand had wandered down and was caressing the fullness of Molly's ass. Molly was surprised to find that the other woman knew how sensitive she was there. Molly's ass was supple, yet firm like the rest of her -- but she secretly knew it was one of her more alluring features. Apparently Alice agreed. Slowly, Molly pushed her pelvis into the other girl's. 

Molly flinched as a hand found her vagina and then relaxed her thighs to let her lips open to the insistence of Alice's fingers.

"I hope he's getting his eyes full!" Alice remarked, she had abandoned Dutch's member to concentrate on the two women next to her.

Molly murmured deep in her throat and let her hand drift away from Rosa's body and back to her own.

"It's not too much for you, is it?" Alice asked.

"No."

The one word spoke volumes.

Alice's tongue ran a trace down to her navel and swirled there a moment before proceeding further down. It stopped just below the line of her pubic hair, and Molly fell back spreading her legs and urging the soft head down to where her clitoris throbbed once more.

Alice felt so, so good, and the idea of the men watching them awaiting one or all of them excited her even more until she realized that Rosa was being sorely neglected in favor of the newer enticement provided by Molly. She disengaged herself from her entanglement with Molly and moved in on her old friend and co-conspirator.

The tingling in Rosa's breasts intensified as Molly's hand joined Alice's. Rosa found her breathing becoming shaky. She felt Alice's hot breath on her legs. Knowing she was now the center of attention made her head swim. She gasped with joy as Alice's talented tongue found her cuntal folds and delved further inside her vaginal walls. She moaned and Molly bit hard on Rosa's engorged nipple, eliciting additional sensual titillation to her nervous system. 

Alice's tongue sluiced deeper and the tension created in Rosa's twat caused her to raise her hips in a feeble attempt to entice even more of the teasing tongue into her scalding hot cunt, which by this point had begun to shudder, sending signals to the rest of her body to take similar action. 

Rosa's head bent back and her spine arched dangerously. As her orgasm hit, a virtual flood gushed forth from between her legs and Alice frantically tried to lap it all up. To Alice's pleasant surprise another mouth quickly joined hers at the juncture of Rosa's flooded entrance --- Molly had brought the Calvary. 

In tandem they lapped most of Rosa's juices up and then shared a long sensual kiss, ending it only to approach Rosa and alternatively swap lovingly the remnants of her juices with her.

Rosa was sated, for the moment.



More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 14



Formerly chapter 35

The Night Is Still Young

As they watched the women enjoying one another, Robert nudged Dutch with his elbow. Dutch turned to him and gave Robert his undivided attention.

"I have a little surprise for the ladies."

"Do tell," said Dutch as a bemused smile crossed his lips.

"Oh, yeah, a little after midnight I have three well hung studs coming over."

"How did you find them? And are they clean?" Dutch asked with apprehension.

"Don't worry, I know them and to answer your second question first, yes, they're clean. Sharon checked them out; in fact she only got the test results in this afternoon. I was afraid I'd have to cancel them. But she came through once again. What a gal."

The black man pawed Dutch's should with his big hand. "They all work at the Ladies Night Lounge on Westbrook." He made no mention of the sum it cost to provide the additional entertainment although Dutch knew it had to be close to a thousand dollars.

"What about us getting the ladies some refreshment?" Dutch asked. "I mean, drinks, not dicks," he added lamely."

"I knew what you meant his long time friend said and they left the bedroom to prepare some tidbits of cheese and ham and mixed drinks for everyone. The women took advantage of the opportunity to rush giddily into the sumptuous shower and cleanse themselves and after drying each other, returned to join the men. As the ladies partook of the snacks and libations Dutch and Robert excused themselves and also showered.

Soon everyone had gathered again in the sumptuous living room. Although no one was clothed, no one appeared to be concerned either. Molly was moved to comment on the spectacular view Alice had of the Pacific as it grew dark.

Robert glanced at his Rolex, ten-fifteen. "God, he thought, "midnight's a long way off, we'll really need those guys when then show up." Then he forgot about them as Alice cupped his testicles in her hand and said, "Girls, what say we give these nice fellows a trip around the world?"

"A trip around...?" Molly said, obviously perplexed.

"Rosa you take Robert and I'll do Dutch. Molly you watch us and if we get tired you can take over, okay?"

Rosa nodded her agreement and Molly simply said, "I guess."

"I have a better idea," Rosa said after thinking about Molly being left out. "Come on guys, bend over the couch there. Molly, you sit on top of the couch. Pick a guy, either one. He'll be eating you while we take them on a nice trip around the world."

"Okay," Molly replied eagerly, already clambering up to the top of the large couch. Robert and Dutch followed her lead, leaning over the cushions, resting their hands between Molly's legs.

"Dutch," Molly said somewhat shyly after all she'd been through already, "would you do me... that is, would you do me first?"

He licked his lips twice before answering her. And then, as if being asked to dance by a lady at a formal affair, he replied, "My lady, I would be honored to dine upon your fair cunt."

All the women laughed at his wit and Robert looked nervously behind him to see Rosa getting into position.

"Hmmm," they heard Alice say, and tensed their respective buttocks.

"Oh, don't worry fella's, I just want a long look at your cute little assholes. I absolutely love a man's ass, don't you Rosa?"

Molly emitted a high pitched squeak that passed for laughter before Rosa answered.

"Oh, yes I do; particularly those round asscheeks and especially that deep furrow between them."

"And how about," Alice chimed in, "those cute little pink holes hiding in there." 

"Of course, the puckering pud, I believe it's called," and they both giggled inanely.

Molly's moan brought the two women back to the moment, for Dutch, ignoring Rosa and Alice had started sucking on Molly's outer labia and had already inserted a finger in her hole. He also shifted his weight accordingly, providing Alice had easy access to his ass.

***

Alice started first, running her fingers up and down Dutch's anal slit, pausing only to poke and prod at his asshole. 

Rosa smiled and shrugged. Then leaned over Robert and whispered in his ear. "You're gonna love this tonguing, my man."

Molly had all she could handle just maintaining her balance as Dutch used one hand to lightly glide over Molly's belly, slowly tracing it's way down through her small tuft of triangular hair as he patiently nibbled on her outer labia.

She moaned softly as he sought out the line where her legs joined her stomach and then casually traced a line with a fingertip along the groove between her leg and her crotch.

Meanwhile, Alice was finger-fucking Dutch's asshole, furiously running her finger in and out and making it plop as her finger each time she pulled it from his reddened rectum.

Rosa chose a more moderate attack on Robert. Holding his testicles in her hand, she tentatively probed his anus with her pointed tongue, eliciting a gasp from his lips. 

Having been rimmed before, the black skinned man, pushed down attempting to relax his anus, as if taking a shit. His puckered anus expanded outward, affording Rosa more area to lick and suck on. And did she ever suck! And when his puckered asshole rose up even more, Rosa thrust her tongue into it, jerking his massive hardon at the same time.

Alice slowly removed her finger from Dutch's asshole and placed it in her mouth, licking and sucking it clean of any trace of feces that might have adhered to them.

Dutch forgot about eating Molly to turn his head and stare at Alice, who looked him in the eye and said, "Delicious."

Molly used the respite to place both thumbs on her labia and pry it wide apart to enable Dutch to probe her even deeper than he had.

Alice grabbed his ass cheeks and wrenched them apart. Dutch knew what was coming and returned his face to Molly's twat, eagerly licking and tonguing her once again. Molly sighed contentedly and placed both hands on his head, guiding him home. While Alice simultaneously lowered her mouth to Dutch's ass and buried her face between his cheeks, sucking hard on his asshole.

Rosa, thoroughly warming up to her work, gave Robert's ass one longish lick with her tongue that took her from his rectum to his balls. Then with a lewd giggle, she made a point of her tongue and in a series of light flicking motions covered the grove of each crotch, causing Robert to dig his nails into the material of the couch as he writhed with pleasure.

Alice continued to overwhelm Dutch, licking his scrotum, sucking his balls completely into her moth, one at a time, of course and then humming on them. When his groans rose in volume, she changed tactics and massaged his perineum (the space between the testicles and the anus).

Molly's labia had begun to swell up and her juices were flowing as Dutch strove to eat her to the best of his ability, although Alice was driving him over the edge with her talented tongue.

Dutch reached up and grasped her legs firmly under the crook of each knee, then bent them slowly back. She relaxed and leaned back against the wall. Dutch placed his hands on her thighs and drove his tongue into her, licking up and down her slit and switched to her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. Molly gasped again and he increased his efforts, applying just a little more pressure to her little nubbin, causing Molly to squirm and moan with delight.

He raised a hand and caught hold of one of her tits and began squeezing and kneading it before tracing circles around her already rock hard nipple. Alice left him alone for a moment, to tease her own clit and he took advantage of the respite to really get into Molly. Locating her clit with two fingers, he began to wiggle them around her little clit, faster and faster and suddenly Molly exploded, squirting her love juices all over Dutch and even Alice's hair and shoulders.

"What the fuck?" Exclaimed Alice, who was startled enough to throw her hands in the air.

"Shit!" cried Dutch, whose mouth was suddenly half full of Molly's exploding juices.

"Sorry! God I'm sorry!" Molly whimpered, terrified at what had happened as it had never entered her mind that such an explosion was possible for her to achieve. But before she could utter another word of apology, Alice was on her, lapping and sucking away as still more fluid coursed from Molly's cunt.

Moaning with joy, Alice reproached Molly. "Don't be sorry, girl. Be happy that you can give us so much of yourself." And a minute or so later, after satisfying herself that Molly's juices were depleted, at least for the present, she added, "Can you do that anytime you want?"

"I... I..." Molly stammered,"I don't think I ever did that before. I... I've never been so... so stimulated before."

And while all this was transpiring, Rosa, fully absorbed in the work before her, was taking long, slow laps at Robert's rear end. She had supplied sufficient saliva so that her tongue was now probing in and out of his rectum while at the same time she fondled his testes. Robert was close to coming and in a shaky voice told her so.

"Can you last another minute?" She asked, not wanting to stop her anal exploration too soon.

"I can if you don't go crazy back there. I'd really like to come inside your ass."

"Sounds good to me," Rosa said already excited at the prospect of his long, black dick reaming her ass and ran her tongue in and out of his asshole one last time, telling him, "Just a second or two to clean you up." With that she took a long, hard suck on his ass, and with a wet smacking sound, left the area, rolled on her back and told him to fuck her ass from the current position.

Robert had no problem with that, merely hefted her legs to her shoulders, took careful aim at her puckered bud and eased himself into her already partially opened ass.

***

Dutch was having a similar problem with Alice, and attempted to shift his position in order to bone her, either in her cunt or ass, whichever she preferred. Only Alice held on tightly to his ass

"Please, Dutch, it's been so long. Hold off a little longer and let me suck on your ass just a while longer."

He let her go, looking up at Molly, who was squeezing her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her cunt gaped open seeming to beckon him to fuck her there.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Dutch reached out and pulled Molly down to the couch cushions where both he an Alice were sprawled. He twisted away from Alice long enough to slip his thick cock into Molly's boiling cunt and began to fuck her as hard as he could. 

To her credit, Alice hung onto his ass and jammed her tongue as far in as she could manage as he hammered away at Molly.

He'd thought he would come right away, but it didn't happen. Dutch hovered on the verge of ejaculation for an eternity. Molly had three more orgasms as he pounded into her; while Alice in a frenzy of oral gratification lashed her tongue into his hole filling it with her hot saliva. She spit into his asshole each time she withdrew her tongue, and then forced the saliva further back into his anal canal with the following thrust of her pliant tongue. His asshole was a slimy mess, not that anyone cared.

It occurred to Dutch that Alice's attention to his ass might be prolonging his staying power with Molly and since Molly's eyes were tightly shut, and she hadn't stopped trembling since the first orgasm arrived after she had spewed the gusher, he might as well keep going. And suddenly he was coming! His body rigid, his mind on fire, Dutch gave one last thrust into Molly and then the first contraction slammed into him.

"Argh! Argh!" he bellowed, blasting his load into Molly's seemingly cavernous cunt long, shuddering spurts. Spasm after spasm of pearly jizm catapulted into her, triggering yet another stunning climax for Molly who is now unable to function in any capacity except for slapping her hips against him, striving to squeeze the very life out of his magnificent prick as reward for the untold joy he has provided her. 

And, after his last contraction, Alice took him into her mouth and cleaned his softening cock and only when satisfied that she has taken the rest of what he had to give, she moaned and turned to bury her face in Molly's still gaping hole, sucking the remaining remnants from it.

***

Molly and Dutch lay spent on the couch, panting and waiting to catch their respective breathe. Alice, in what had to be an oral stupor, rolled off the couch to see what her husband and Rosa were up to and smiled broadly as she watched her lover's dick sluicing its way into Rosa's puckered asshole.

"Save the cum for me!" Alice chided her husband, who nodded acknowledgement and after several more strident strokes into Rosa's rosy bud, pulled out and tendered his black cock to Alice's open mouth. 

Alice looked up at him with a devilish grin. She licked her lips slowly, then leaned her head forward and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his cockhead, spewing salvia across it and then with an obvious joy, swallowing it, including those several small pieces of feces that still clung to his cock after skewering Rosa's ass. She began to hum as she sucked the tip of Robert's prick. 

He thought of Alice as a terrific woman, the love of his life and once again he was amazed at her lack of inhibitions and her ability to persuade others to lose theirs and join her in her pervasive acts. Then all thoughts vanished as he began to come. 

Alice knew from experience that he was there, and opened her mouth wide as she jerked his shaft, making sure it was aimed at her throat. His balls clenched at the sight of her jerking him and holding him thusly and then his black prick jumped and the first rope shot out; a direct hit, landing on the back of her extended tongue.

A loud groan seemed to be wrenched from his throat and caused him to twist his body to the left just as his second jet soared forth. This spattered against Alice's right eye, and she winced, not from pain, there was none, but from the discomfort and loss of vision for the moment. But she persevered and recaptured his pulsing prick and placed it on her tongue and thereby gained the balance of Robert's load.

After cleaning his cock as she had Dutch's, she lay her head on her husband's stomach and toying with his now flaccid penis, offered her opinion that, "It was all so wonderful. I don't know when I've had so much fun."

"Got off a few times did you?" He asked.

"Oh, yes, but not as many times as Molly. Did you see her come?"

"I'm afraid not. I did hear her on several occasions though."

Laconically turning her head, Alice asked the same of Rosa, who was just coming down from her own tremendous orgasm, thanks to Robert.

"Mmmm, 'fraid not. I believe I was somewhere else in this lovely universe of ours, really far out." She looked at Robert. "Thank you Robby that was truly a special treat."

"I should be thanking you. The way you handled my ass... that was very special. Perhaps someday we'll do it again."

She laughed. "It would be my pleasure, or should I have said it will be our pleasure?"

Alice finished wiping her face and spooned the last of her husband's jizm onto her tongue. Then turned to the group and said, "It might be better if we went out and soaked in the hot tub and just talked about things for a while." 

***

A little later, while they were cuddling in the hot tub, Rosa shocked Molly, saying, "Have you ever fucked anybody with your whole hand?"

"My whole hand? No, is that possible?"

Rosa grabbed Molly's hand and raised it to her very sensual lips. Slowly, she folded

Molly's fingers down to make a fist, then kissed the whole fist all over. Molly felt that rapturous feeling return between her legs and smiled demurely.

"I can't believe this beautiful thing has been so sheltered until now," Rosa thought. The depths of sensuality she had first glimpsed deep in Molly's eyes when they had met for the first time remained, but Rosa realized it had been an innocent sensuality and that she and Dutch had opened doors within the woman that had been sealed and now she was on her way to being as perverted as Rosa and Alice were.

She helped Molly from the hot tub and led her to a chaise lounge and indicated that she should lie down. She did. Then Rosa leaned forward and kissed her; it was a slow, searing kiss. "I'm going to show you just how easy it is," she breathed into Molly's ear. 

Molly's eyes, already swimming and throbbing with sexual delirium, were fastened to Rosa's as she spread her thighs across the sides of the lounge thereby exposing her delectable pussy to everyone gathered around. Rosa slid down between them and began by sliding two fingers up and down in the warm wet channel, opening it further. They could all hear Molly as she began to pant. Soon she had three fingers sliding up and down the inflamed cleft of Molly's pussy, and Molly was gnawing her lower lip, whimpering softly now and then, knowing what was to come.

Soon Rosa joined all four fingers together and began to push them further into Molly's slippery crevice, fucking her gently with them.

"Oh... oh, yes!" Molly whimpered, while moving her hips very slowly so as not to dislodge Rosa's fingers from doing their wondrous things. Unconsciously, she clenched the backs of her thighs, and her hands held tightly to the lounge chair she lay on.

"Can you take some more?" Rosa gently inquired.

"So far, so good. So, yeah, more...please."

"All right then, this might be somewhat painful, but it shouldn't hurt too much," Rosa said as she joined her thumb to her four fingers making a wedge. Rosa knew by now just how to slowly work her whole hand into a woman's cunt.

Molly was becoming wildly aroused. She could see more and more of Rosa's hand entering her splayed pussy. Alice, ever the deviate, wet her fingers and sank them in her sodden cunt and maneuvered her hand under Molly's ass, inserting her middle finger in Molly's rectum.

"Oh shit! Molly gasped.

"Did I hurt you?" Rosa asked in alarm.

"No . . . not you. Alice just put a finger in my ass. It didn't hurt...surprised me, that's all," she panted.

"Honey, your pussy is so wet," Rosa cooed, as her fingers rotated, feeling the slippery squishiness of Molly's well lubricated cunt. 

"Oh no!" Molly groaned, jerking her hips upward and wrenching Alice's finger from her ass.

"Did it hurt, baby?"

"No, feels wonderful." 

Alice probed until she located Molly's anus again and sent her errant finger back in.

"Uggghhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Molly grunted.

Rosa looked at Molly's face. She appeared to be in another world, some type of hypnotic state comprised of pure pleasure mixed with some pain. Rosa knew from her own experience it was not totally pleasurable to have someone's entire hand rammed inside one and so she continued to move slowly and carefully, working the wedge of her hand inward, feeling Molly's cunt stretch reluctantly, but opening nonetheless.

Alice was determined to get at least two fingers up Molly's ass, but like Rosa, knew it would take time and careful work to get there.

Rosa emitted an involuntary grunt, startling everyone as her hand suddenly slipped in past her knuckles.

"OH!" Molly sighed and rolled her head from side to side.

"I'm in!" Rosa gloated, "I'm in there!" "How does it feel?" Rosa asked as their eyes met.

Molly gnawed on her lower lip; she had chewed it so much that a trickle of blood now trailed down to her chin.

Rosa saw her sensual lips form words, but no sound came out.

"What are you trying to say?" Rosa asked with concern.

"Molly swallowed and found her voice. "You better fuck me good... I'm gonna come hard any second now."

"Okay," Rosa whispered and caught Alice's eye. Alice nodded in understanding.

Alice went first; trying to draw the two fingers that were so tightly clenched by Molly's rectal Muscles in a small circle.




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"Ohhhhhh!" Molly attempted to gulp in some much needed air.

Rosa waited patiently and then kissed her lovingly while rotating her fist inside Molly's well juiced pussy. 

"AHHHHH!" Molly groaned in sheer pleasure.

Rosa commenced fucking her, wanting her to come, yet wanting this to last and last and last because she so enjoyed bringing this lovely woman pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced before.

Because the cavity of Molly's pussy was shallow and tight Rosa had a rather easy time of it and did not have to force her way in any deeper than she already had. Now she merely twisted her fist from left to right causing sensations that were almost to much for poor Molly to bear simply because the movement brought so much gratification.

Rosa slid back down between Molly's spread thighs in order to get proper leverage, and to avoid cramping her own arm muscles.

Alice was pumping her fingers in and out of Molly's enlarged asshole when Molly started to come.

"OHHH JESUS! OH! OH! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!"

"Coming baby?" Rosa asked twisting her fist as fast as she could.

"YESYESYESYESYES!" 

"OHMUHGOD! "OHMUHGOD! "OHMUHGOD! "OHMUHGOD! "OHMUHGOD!" 

She bellowed, bleated and snorted, pumping her groin up into Rosa's fist, gagging helplessly as Alice plunged her fingers in deeper and deeper into her ass. 

Molly's lean, limber torso had Robert and Dutch in the highest state of arousal possible without actually ejaculating as she twisted and writhed and undulated in a frenzy of uncontrolled ecstasy. 

She continued to come, her face torn by excruciating rapture. Rosa could feel the convulsion of Molly's cunt in her fingers and made a note to ask Alice if she experienced the same feeling on her end.

Molly sobbed loudly and reached down with both hands to clutch Rosa's forearm where it protruded from her cunt. Insane with desire, she held Rosa's arm and jammed her pussy down on her fist, tossing her head from side to side and groaning in agony and incalculable joy as yet another shattering orgasm gripped her sweat-soaked body.

The bed shook so much that Rosa briefly feared it might collapse. While Molly, still fiercely clutching Rosa's forearm, arched her back, shuddered twice and collapsed back onto the chaise lounge, unconscious. 

Rosa carefully extricated her hand. The emotional undercurrent of the moment caused Rosa to slowly lick Molly's juices from her hand, savoring the indescribable taste. Raising her eyes, she noted Alice with the two fingers in her mouth, sucking them as if it were a penis.

"We better go brush our teeth," Alice giggled, after popping the fingers out, "or our gentlemen won't want to kiss us... or worse."

They scampered into the bathroom intent on brushing their teeth while Robert and Dutch made sure Molly was all right and then prepared things for the women's return.

***

No sooner had the girls returned to the edge of the hot tub than Robert forced Alice to her knees and she was sucking his black dick as though forcing ice cream up a straw. Her cheeks hallowed and her head rocked back and forth with uninhibited abandon.

"Suck it, Baby!" Robby snarled. "Suck my cock!"

"Mmmphhh," Alice responded, unable or unwilling to let go.

"Oh, you sweet, nasty bitch," Robby growled. "Oh, yeah, suck my fucking cock!" 

Alice looked up at him and nodded invitingly. 

"Mmm hmm," she chortled, then squeezed the base of his massive erection to prevent his coming before she was ready to permit it.

Both Rosa and Dutch knew who was really in command of that situation. Dutch had his arm around Rosa, fondling her right breast. She, in turn was gently rubbing her fingers along his thick girth, seeking his testicles. For some reason, his balls fascinated her. They were so soft and pliable, so vulnerable and yet they carried within the gift of life.

Robert's head flew back and he cried out. His hand's were on Alice's head, but there was no real need for it since Alice was eagerly devouring his load, her eyes grown larger than life as her mouth filled with his seed. She raked her fingernails under his balls, which only made him groan louder and caused him to send forth one last spurt.

"Let me see it before you swallow," cried Molly, who to everyone's surprise had recovered from her fisting ordeal.

Alice turned toward Molly, cheeks all puffed out. 

Molly moved closer, kneeling beside Alice, who opened her mouth just a bit too fast, spilling some of the opaque fluid into her hand. Molly was quick to take the hand and lick it clean.

"Mmmmm, that's was good!" She exclaimed, looking up into Alice's dark brown eyes.

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Alice tilted her chin up and opened her mouth wide her tongue was a foamy sea of white come. Then she closed her mouth, smiled at Molly and shivered as she swallowed all of it down her throat.

***

Rosa led Dutch to the chaise lounge and had him sit. Then she knelt before him and looked at his hardon as it curved back toward his stomach. Very gently she urged it back down with her hand until she could touch it with her tongue. He moaned lightly as her tongue caressed the head of his cock.

"Honey," Rosa asked, "Want me to climb aboard?"

"Not yet. Just keep sucking...Please." 

The "please" was long and drawn out. Rosa went back to sucking his cock and the others watched as her head bobbed over his groin, her black hair bouncing about on his genitalia.

He felt himself getting ready to come and halted Rosa temporarily.

"Climb on now, baby!" Was all he had to say and she was over him, guiding his cock to her cunt.

Rosa took a moment to rub him up and down the lips of her vagina to ensure there was some lubrication. It had been a while since she had been stimulated down there and while she was hotter than hell for him, she was old enough to know from experience that one should take certain precautions. Satisfied that she was now wet enough to accept his fat cock, she lowered herself downward, and then sat on his bowed cock.

As soon as he entered her, he began to thrust into her.

Rosa sensed this would be a short ride, for hadn't Robert come rather quickly for Alice?

But he would surprise her.

His lunging prick missed its target and he popped from her warm, squishy sheath.

"OHH!" Rosa gasped at the loss and quickly pushed him back inside her. Now it was she who was getting frantic. She wanted to come with him. She feared it might just be the last time of the evening and then wondered how many times she had gotten laid that night, but couldn't remember. Didn't want to remember, all she cared about was now – and she began to buck into his thrusts. Her sodden cunt began to issue forth loud frothy sucking sounds as he plunged into her deepest parts. 

Robert heard the sound and grew erect once more. Molly saw him and beckoned him to her. Alice frowned, disappointed at being left alone, but reconciled to the fact that if Molly was happy she was happy, for Molly was certainly a great find.

Dutch was fiercely concentrating on holding back; his cock felt great. It was as if he controlled himself he could last and last.

Rosa sat astride him, bucking against him rhythm. She felt almost dizzy with lust and needed to breathe through her mouth.

He gazed up at her and saw her nostrils flare and fucked her harder and faster; grunting with satisfaction at seeing the perspiration beading on her breasts and neck. By this point, Dutch was grunting with each thrust of his thick prick into Rosa's inner sanctum.

***

Only Robert heard the door chimes, and left to admit the three men who would fuck the women into oblivion.

Dutch didn't hear because he was giving everything he had left to his beloved Rosa.

Molly didn't hear because Alice had her head between her legs and was licking fiercely at her swollen clit.

Alice didn't hear because her head was pulsating with the rush of blood to her nervous system as she tantalized Molly's clit.

Rosa didn't hear because she was coming.

AHH! I'm coming like crazy!" She screamed out through tautly corded neck muscles.

She was sore and couldn't remember the last time anyone made her sore. Her next thought was more precise. She couldn't remember shit right now, she was too busy coming.

Dutch didn't hear them enter the room because he was unloading himself into Rosa's cunt; coming hard, but without much sperm to show for it. Still it was a good climax all the same.

"People," Robert sang out, "I'd like you to meet Big Mitchie, Long Dong Silver and the "Tool."

Everyone spun around to see what Robert was talking about.

Each of the women was stunned; but for different reasons.



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Chapter 15
Formerly chapter 35

Enter the Three Studs

Molly, ever the innocent, hadn't dreamed this would happen. Rosa was surprised, still in the last throes of her climax, she was satisfied with the nights events and had just thought about getting home and looking in on Kathy.

Alice reacted with a broad smile, licking her lips as the strange men were being introduced. She always craved cock and new cock was a special delight as far as she was concerned.

Big Mitchie was a huge black stud, with a ring through his nose and when he lowered his tight pants the reason for calling him big became readily apparent. His cock was unquestionably a foot long and getting hard.

Long Dong Silver was a Hispanic, swarthy of complexion, but handsome in a rugged fashion. And as he too dropped his slacks, the woman all gasped, for he was even longer than Big Mitchie.

All three women looked to the "Tool," a white male, some six foot five and roughly 245 pounds of mostly muscle; almost fearing what they would see hanging between his legs. He just smiled at each woman in turn.

"My name's Dan, Dan Riggins," he said calmly; then deliberately turned away from them, looking back over his shoulder at them as his pants dropped around his ankles. Knowing full well their eyes were fixated upon his back, he spoke to them.

"I bet you'll love what you see when I front you ladies. I'll just bet you'll love it. Now who wants me first? I know you've seen my friends here, but let's make a game of it. Who'll say they want me sight unseen . . . and remember my nickname is the "Tool."

Rosa found herself shouting, "I will!" and won a virulent smile from all three men.

***

"Great!" He replied, and turned to face her. He was holding his incredibly thick appendage in his left hand, almost as an offering to her. Rosa's eyes bulged from her head. He was thicker than Dutch! He was at least five or six inches longer than Dutch! She immediately concluded that he could never fit it all into her and that if he tried he would rip her to pieces.

"Um," she began and stopped, staring at his gigantic prick. Rosa was not alone in this, for all eyes were on him and her at this point. 

Alice was wondering how many time this man could go before he softened. She cared not about the possibility that he might tear her insides apart.

Molly kept looking from one to the next; admittedly lingering upon "The Tool" a little longer than the others, but a strange hunger for all their cocks started in her belly and spread throughout her body. She started to drool and was unaware of it, so fixated was she with the three prize specimen's of male prowess in front of her.

Dutch found himself wanting to laugh at the situation. Here he and Robert had almost fucked themselves out and he knew that after watching these men in action that both he and Robert would find themselves renewed in a short time; that they would in all probability join these studs in fucking the women, fore and aft and that all three women would be walking bowlegged the next day, that is if they could get out of bed.

***

Meanwhile, "The Tool," nudged Rosa with his massive instrument and pointed to the dining table across the room. Rosa of course was still nude and she slowly backed up eyes riveted upon "The Tool" until her thighs made contact with the dining room table.

Alice rushed over and quickly removed the flower arrangements and candle ware, clearing the table for them and when she'd finished, Long Dong Silver placed his hands on her shoulders and moved behind her causing her knees to melt when his 12 inch cock rubbed against the cheeks of her ass. All the others stood by, waiting for the performance to begin and there wasn't anyone who didn't consider what was about to happen a performance.

Rosa was now sitting, or rather leaning back from the edge of the table, her legs spread wide. Dan "The Tool" stepped in between her legs and thrust his face into her crotch, tongue-fucking her. The onlookers heard her loud, approving moan. Rosa's hips bucked and writhed. She clenched his hair with one hand, moving his head around in her crotch. With her other hand, she squeezed her breasts heightening her excitement. 

After several minutes of slurping the frothy lather pouring from Rosa's cunt, "The Tool" raised his head and the others began to laugh, for it appeared as if "The Tool" was making one of the milk commercials so popular at the time, his mouth having a frothy white moustache from Rosa's bodily fluid. Grinning inanely after seeing his reflection in the large mirror across from where he stood, he licked it away, and asked Rosa if she was ready.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!" 

Raising her legs high and wide on either side of his broad chest, he deftly maneuvered his prodigious prick to her opening.

Rosa, feeling him at her entrance, fumbled for his cock, found it and inserted him. "The Tool" shifted his hips slightly and surged into her about six or seven inches.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Rosa screamed, terrified he had torn her vagina to pieces.

"Are you all right?" He asked tenderly. And after taking a moment to assess the damages, and finding none, Rosa answered, "Let's get it on, big boy! Come on fuck me!"

Dan laughed and urged his cock in even deeper, eliciting yet another, but more primal moan from Rosa's lungs.

Dutch had his arm around Molly's waist. She in turn had his testicles in the palm of her hand. Both looked on with concern as they saw "The Tool" flex his buttocks, and gradually force his substantial spear even deeper into her. Rosa whimpered, but it was a happy whimper and Dutch along with Molly began to relax for the first time since "The Tool" had penetrated Rosa.

Dan "the Tool man" began to fuck her with steady back-and-forth strokes. 

"Fuck me," they heard her say, her voice rasping and harsh. "Fuck me hard, man! Fuck my cunt!" 

He was already pounding her into another world. A world of exquisite sensation coupled with a lush series of color that she felt she had coveted her entire life without ever seeing.

His buttocks flexed once more and he flowed into her; most of his long, thick cock disappearing into her as he collided into her cervix, tilting it slightly before wending his way into her womb.

Rosa saw a galaxy of multicolored stars and gasped as her head arched back. "The Tool" shifted into high gear, fucking her rapidly; his buttocks twitching, flexing and then unflexing, jerking and thudding back and forth. 

Rosa voice was loud, sharp and ragged. Her body snapped and jerked under his fierce lovemaking. Her legs had never been higher, almost wrapped around his neck. Once again she flung her head back as "The Tool" jerked his hips back and forth, ramming himself almost out of her now bubbly, lathered cunt and then all the way in until she moaned in a delirious manner.

No one else had made a move toward fucking anyone else. All eyes were focused on the rampaging couple on the table.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She groaned happily. "Ohhhh, yes baby, yes ... fuck me!"

"Ugh! Here bitch, take this!" 'The Tool' roared and slammed into her from a slightly different angle, which happened to drag his mammoth prick into and over her "G" Spot.

Rosa came hard and kept coming. She realized she had become insatiable and didn't care. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she died.

"Fuck me harder! C'mon you bastard shove it in!"

He did.

"Yes!" Rosa whimpered.

'The Tool' was sweating profusely, droplets flew in every direction. Alice caught one on her tongue and almost came as she touched her self while savoring his animalistic abilities.

"Ohhh yes!" Rosa shrieked.

"Yes, ohhh God yes!"

"Take it... take it you whore... take my cock... take it you bitch!" "The Tool" snarled.

"Mmmmm yes!" Rosa whined, as she attempted to spread her legs father apart. "Ohhh God yes!" 

He maintained his unbelievable pace, bringing her to one orgasm after another, holding off, not even close to coming himself. He simply cleared his mind and called upon his reserve strength to carry him on.

***

By now the floor of the adjacent living room was a tangle of writhing, gasping, heaving bodies. Molly was on the floor on all fours, sucking a Robert's black cock while Long Dong Silver, AKA Enrico Suarez, fucked her cunt furiously from behind. 

***

Alice was occupied with Big Mitchie, trying to take his prodigious cock down her throat as Dutch worked his own thick prick into her very receptive asshole. Alice's face twisted in both agony and ecstasy as Big Mitchie began slapping her face with his hose-like member. He signaled Dutch, and Dutch pulled out of her and lay on his back. Alice promptly inserted him back into her ass. Then Big Mitchie moved between her legs and with a brief grunt, pressed his thick prick between her cunt lips and deep inside her with the one thrust. Dutch pulled her face to his and kissed her as Big Mitchie drove his black prick into heretofore unknown territory within her pussy. 

***

Across the room, Rosa lay sprawled over the dining room table, panting and still undergoing minor orgasms within her ravaged cunt. It was obvious even then that she would need assistance to walk from the Rourk's home later on. But for now no one paid the least bit of attention to her as they were all engrossed in debaucheries of their own.

***

Molly was half twisted on her side, her upper leg raised high, while Long Dong Silver brutally fucked her cunt. She found herself gasping and moaning; jerking and almost snapping in half under his thrusts. But through it all she maintained her grip on Robert's cock, sucking him greedily. 

***

Big Mitchie and Dutch established a viable rhythm as they fucked Alice together, their cocks sawing in and out of her cunt and ass alternately. Alice jerked and thrashed her lithe body between theirs. She turned her face to "The Tool," who had approached her from the left side, holding his slimy member out to her mouth. Alice sniffed and readily recognized Rosa's fragrant sexual aroma on it and enthusiastically took him into her mouth and seconds later, deep into her throat.

"Three cocks," she told herself. "Three cocks – in me all at once, I'm in heaven!"

***

Molly pulled Robert from her mouth and looked up at him. "Can . . . can you put it up my ass?" she asked, wanting to emulate Alice, several feet away from her.

"I think..." Robert said, and while Molly watched dispassionately, he gestured to his male counterpart that they should rearrange her. And so, hugging her from behind, Robert's shaft found itself wedged against the crack of Molly's ass. He squeezed his hands between Molly and Long Dong Silver's bodies and held Molly's firm, pliant breasts. 

She sighed as Long Dong Silver's cock entered her wet, spongy cunt.

Robert nibbled the lobe of her ear, causing her to giggle. He tried to move his hands around on her breasts but Long Dong Silver's arms got in his way. So he contented himself with running his thumbs over her nipples.

"You guys gonna fuck both my holes?" She asked, not realizing she was already half way to her fantasy.

Twisting her body, Molly forced Robert to shift back a little, and looked over her shoulder at Robert's sleek, black body and smiled.

"You guys have the nicest cocks..." and promptly raised her rear so Robert could take a bead on her puckered brown spot.

He was in her immediately, bouncing her forward.

"Oh yeah! That's it! Fuck my ass!" Molly panted, still looking over her shoulder. 

Her rectum had already been used earlier and so Robert had little difficulty in wedging himself further inside her.

"Jesus that feels good!" She cried out as Robert sent his black prick surging along her anal canal.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She wailed, and he halted his thrusting, fearing he had inflicted pain and not wanting to do so.

"What is it? Did I go to far to fast?" He asked, and realized she was holding Long Dong Silver's prick in her hand, never having stopped jerking upon it.

***

Alice was in awe. Three cocks to play with. At the moment all three hovered in front of her shimmering face. She gave them a Cheshire like grin then reached down and pulled her cunt lips wide. 

"Yes, c'mon Tool...put it in...all of it! I want all your cocks in me," she panted. 

They all chuckled. Slowly, "The Tool" guided his cock to her cunt and squeezed his enormous cockhead through the moist portals of her pussy. She grunted with obvious discomfort as the bulging cockhead popped into her vagina. As far as Alice was concerned his cock felt like a blazing torch, sizzling its way toward her womb.

She recoiled in semi-shock and gasped loudly, "Jesus Christ it's big!"

Still she retained enough sense to grasp the other two cocks and bring them close to her sensual lips. Big Mitchie's was first into her mouth as she laved her tongue over his foreskin, enjoying the presence of an uncircumcised prick in her mouth.

On the third long suck on his cock, her cunt spasmed on "The Tool" clamping down on him like a hot, wet, tight vice and "The Tool" flung his head back and gasped in delight, thinking her cunt wonderful, he thrust hard and sank deeper into her soft, velvety cuntal walls. 

"OHHH, YES! OH, GOD YES!" she moaned. 

Taking the prick from between her lips, she moaned, "Shove it all in!" Oh, God Yeah, shove it all in!"

"The Tool" answered in kind, twisting and thrusting until his entire length was inside Alice's cunt.

She resumed sucking the two cocks confronting her, first Big Mitchie's and then, Dutch's. Alice decided they were equally perfect and hoped they wouldn't come for a long, long time.

The Tool paused to savor the exquisite heat of her cunt and its powerful contractions on his invading member. Alice's hips writhed and ground in slow, heavy circles, her cunt spasming on his cock. His face craned in delight and he groaned at the wet heat of her slit.

Beneath him, Alice's face contorted in a rictus of lust, her back bowed taut. Her fingers cupped his balls, squeezing gently. "The Tool" moaned loudly and Alice countered with a whimper of her own.

A moment later Alice giggled inanely, and holding both Big Mitchie and Dutch, took both their pricks and fed them into her painfully stretched mouth.

She whimpered as she sucked, teasing two sets of balls as The Tool drove his monstrous instrument in and out at an ever faster pace.

"Gonna Come!" "The Tool" proclaimed, and pulling his prick from her clutching cunt, sent long ropes of come over her ass and lower back.

Alice shuddered at the loss and used one hand to squeeze her left breast, rolling it under her palm while the other hand maintained its hold on Dutch and Big Mitchie's dicks.

Realizing her cunt was devoid of cock; she pulled a prick from her mouth and gazed glassy-eyed upward to see who its owner was.

"C'mon Big Mitchie, fuck me . . . fuck me hard," she muttered and quickly replaced Dutch in her mouth. 

'The Tool' made his way back to Rosa to ensure that she was all right.

***

"No, no. I don't want to come yet." Molly blurted out. "I didn't know I was gonna be there so soon."

All three paused at that point and waited until Molly gasped, "Just gimme a minute, please, just a minute and I'll be ready again. Long Dong, are you set to fuck my other hole?"

"You bet I am," he responded, waiving his thick member in her face.

"Try sliding under me," she rasped and he did so, finding it easy as Molly had positioned herself on her hands and knees. Long Dong Silver placed his cock into her cunt and Molly smiled lewdly and leaned forward to nip at his nipple.

"How are you back there?" she asked Robert. 

"I'm ready if you are," he replied.

She giggled and followed with, "All systems go!"

Robert's prick was already in motion, slithering back into her well lubed ass. One, two, three strokes and he was almost fully embedded in her ass.

"Whew! That's so nice," She whispered. "Now you Long Dong!"

Long Dong Silver sent his long prick soaring into her vagina, feeling the pressure of Robert's cock on the underside of his own.

"Oh... oh... yeah! Two cocks! Oh yeah, fuck me!"

The position was awkward, and everyone's legs were in the way, but they shimmied around, this way and that, shifting the angles. 

"I'm such a slut. I'm a slutty little cunt," Molly mumbled as she shifted back and forth, causing Robert's testicles to tap lightly against those of Long Dong Silver's.

Both men grunted noncommittally, preferring to ignore the contact. And gradually, they established a rhythm, with Robert pushing into her ass, urging Molly toward Long Dong Silver, and then Molly began to ease back and forth, causing both cocks to slide in and out of both her holes.

By this point, Molly had closed her eyes and was quietly reveling in the weird sensation of having both holes filled at the same time. 

"I love your cocks," she whispered, over and over. "I love your cocks."

Long Dong Silver urged his cock to move a little faster and a little deeper while Robert tried to hold onto what gains he had made and remained as deep inside Molly's rectum as he could.

Molly began to groan with appreciation. "Oh, oh, Long Dong, honey, oh, Robert!

"What, baby? Robert asked as he tried to go deeper into her anal recesses.

"I'm gonna come, guys! I'm gonna come!" And her face twisted in a tight grimace, her eyes pinched shut and her teeth clenched. 

Molly grunted several times and collapsed on top of Long Dong Silver, her body gone limp.

"Molly?" Long Dong Silver said. 

She didn't answer. She didn't even move. 

"Is she all right?" Long Dong Silver asked Robert, knowing he was a doctor.

"Let me get off her," Robert said and eased his lubed cock from her ass with a soft "poof."

They moved away from her and Robert examined her. Molly's face had a peaceful look to it, her lips in a gentle smile. 

"She's all right," he said and patted Long Dong Silver's on the arm. "We'll have to fuck someone else if we want to get our loads off." And both men looked around the room.

***

Alice was in love with the snug, full feeling of Big Mitchie's prick as it plunged in and out of her snatch. Rock hard and burning hot; she felt it throb and pulsate inside her flesh. She wound her legs about his back and swung her hips in a hard circle, mashing her cunt into him.

Dutch knelt with his knees on either side of her head, feeding his thick member into her greedy mouth as she sucked upon him harder than ever before. And he grunted in delight, "Ohhhhhh baby, yes that's it!"

Big Mitchie also grunted as he slid slowly out of her, pulling out till only the very tip of his prick remained inside her. Alice gasped at the loss of his massive cock, already mourning the departure of the thick veined, rough skinned shaft that had been rasping over her "G" spot seconds before.

He held himself out of her for a long moment waiting for her whimper and when it came he thrust into her again, grinding down with a fierce roll of his hips, entering her repeatedly, yet each thrust came from a different angle.

Alice released Dutch from her aching jaws and cried out; her head jerking and craning to one side, her back arching steeply, her face twisting as the huge cock went in and in and in, probing the deepest recesses of her cunt. 

And then Big Mitchie resorted to his slow fucking technique, rocking his hips in a measured rhythm. His cock glistened and shone as it emerged and disappeared into her cunt. His buttocks flexed and unflexed. His gargantuan instrument throbbed in and out of Alice's spasming cunt. He fucked her unhurriedly. Her cunt was a fiery glove, enveloping him. She thought his cock magnificent and moaned deliriously, her head flipping from side to side in ecstasy, her hands on her breasts,




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Dutch looked on, stroking his hardon patiently awaiting his opportunity which he knew was not long off.

Big Mitchie arched his neck and began moving faster. His soccer developed calves and slender hips rocked back and forth, causing Alice to cry out as her slender body jerked back and forth in response to his thrusts. Her swollen breasts jiggled, a gold chain around her neck tossed and slithered on her dusky skin. Faster and faster he went, as Big Mitchie started to ram-fuck her; slamming his hips forward, his balls swinging up against her cunt-lips. He put his hand on her belly, pinning her down as she thrashed under him. 

The sofa heaved and bucked under their weight. Alice's breasts were throbbing, her nipples quivering and rock hard. She was in all her glory, enthralled at being so thoroughly fucked.

Suddenly he rolled away and took his magnificent prick with him.

"Your turn," he spat at Dutch and crouched like a baseball catcher awaiting a pitch.

Dutch sprang into action, his cock was relentless, plowing in, sliding out, thrusting in hard and deep and fast, over and over again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Soon the sweat glistened and splashed off their bodies. Their cries rose. Alice's cunt spasmed uncontrollably; his thick cock was seemed impossibly huge in her twat, it's very heat scorching the walls of her vagina.

Then Alice was there, coming hard.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!"

"Oh, yeah," he growled, "take it! Take my cock damn you, Take it!" 

The surprise of hearing him curse her made her climax even greater and her body heaved frantically on the sofa.

With a manic desperation, Dutch moved faster still, pummeling Alice with his massive rod until she was gasping and moaning and still coming, thrashing deliriously beneath him. And then it was his turn and for some reason he pulled out of her and spewed his load onto her heaving breasts and then spying her open mouth, with protruding tongue, managed to land a heavy glob on the middle of her tongue.

But Alice had no time to relax and enjoy her massive orgasm for Big Mitchie rolled her over and using the copious fluids oozing from her cunt, slathered them on her ass hole and mashed his prodigious prick into her ass.

Fortunately for Alice, she had already had several pricks in her backside earlier in the evening and he didn't tear her rectum to pieces. Instead, he found himself slowly gliding into her tightness with an ease he had never experienced before; and it was with an intense pleasure that Big Mitchie began to ass fuck Alice. 

For her part, Alice's orgasm never ended. It kept going on and on and on, every fiber of her slender body was tingling with gloriously intense sensations.

Dutch watched as her mouth drew wide in a soundless cry; and her face contorted, suffused with passion; the tendons in her neck stood out and her fingers clawed at Big Mitchie's thighs. But through it all, Alice kept coming and her ass muscles gripped Big Mitchie like a vise.

Big Mitchie demonstrated his sexual prowess by turning Alice over onto her back while remaining immersed in her ass. Then leaning over her, he kissed her, mashing her breasts under his weight. She was so soaked with sweat that he almost slid off of her.

His tongue reluctantly left her hungry mouth and went in search of a nipple.

Alice moaned at the first touch of his rough tongue as it laved over her stiffened bud. And all the while his massive cock pulsed steadily within her greatly enlarged rectum. 

***

Rosa was wide awake as 'The Tool' approached her.

"Hi," she whispered shyly, remembering vividly how well he had fucked her.

"Ready for more of this?" he asked, holding his monster out to her and wondering if she were up to it.

"I think so, but let's try the bed this time. I don't know if my body can stand another pounding... yeah that's about right, a pounding like that last one at least not on the table."

He smiled at her and took her in his arms and kissed her. It was a long, lingering kiss and when it ended they saw that Robert and Long Dong Silver had joined them.

Rosa smiled at the three well hung men in front of her.

"What's that old expression?" She smiled, "In for a penny..." she shrieked with lewd laughter as 'The Tool' picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Long Dong Silver and Robert followed, their cocks waving side to side as they did.

***

Molly slowly came out of her sexual stupor and horny as ever, looked about for a choice cock, but saw only Alice thrashing about under Big Mitchie, while Dutch looked on. Her sharp eyes quickly informed her that Dutch was currently out of commission, but she called his name and his eyes smiled when he saw her lying there, spread eagled, and awaiting him. He moved to her and she took his flaccid cock between her lips and started to revive him.

And the night of unequaled lust continued.



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Formerly 37, of The Gathering 

Chapter 16

Kathy & Peggy Sneak Out

9:10 PM

Kathy Thorenson was talking to her closest friend Peggy Stinson on the phone. No one else was home. Rosa and Dutch were at the Ruark's participating in one of their orgies, but neither of the teenagers knew or suspected as much. 

Kathy: You know exams have been so crappy.

Peggy: Yeah, today's math was pathetic. Yuck, I could barely understand the questions.

Kathy: So right, and I got a history paper due tomorrow.

Peggy: Me too. Hmmm, we better start reading those outlines soon.

Kathy: Wanna come over so we can read them together?

Peggy: Sure! You know we better get good grades on it.

Kathy: Why? Are ya worried about not getting to graduate?

Peggy: Naw, I'm worried about not getting into the right college. So what are ya doing right now?

Kathy: My toenails and listening to some hip-hop.

Peggy: Not studying, eh?"

Kathy: Well exams are next week, so . . . .

Peggy: It's insane what's expected of us. All work and no play make a girl awful dull.

Kathy: Maybe we can play some.

Peggy: You think?

Kathy: No one home but little ole me.

Peggy: I think my mother would love for me to leave.

Kathy: Is your dippy brother running around with his ding-a-ling hanging out?

Peggy: Not quite, but I think both he and Mom are hurtin' to get it on again.

Kathy: Has he been bothering you?

Peggy: Not lately. But he's tried the bathroom door while I was in the shower more than once. I make damn sure it's locked ever since he popped in on me.

Kathy: I remember that. It was a good thing your mother was home. 

Peggy: Still and all I had to scream and she didn't really do anything about it.

Kathy: That sucks!

Peggy: Tell me about it; and all this fucking rain. I'm tempted to sleep right through it until the sun wakes me up.

Kathy: Yeah, but it could be weeks, and with all the tests and all.....

Peggy: It does suck doesn't it? Well at least school's gonna be over with soon.

Kathy: Yeah, but still I'm bored. I mean when's the last time a guy asked us out?

Peggy: Right, it's amazing, I mean we're decent looking; with nice tits....

Kathy: You have gorgeous tits, Peggy.

Peggy: Thanks, you're so sweet. And yours aren't bad either. I heard Doris Delaney saying she wished she had your tits the other day.

Kathy: Did she? What else did she say?

Peggy: Nothing, she saw me and stopped talking until I passed them by.

Kathy: Hold on, another calls coming in. Don't hang up now.

Peggy: I won't.

Kathy: Hello?"

Elliott: Hi Kathy? Elliott. Hey girl, wanna go to a rave tonight?

Kathy: Um, Elliott? Where do I . . .

Elliott: We met at the skating rink about three weeks ago. I'm the guy with red hair.

Kathy: Oh, yeah, I remember now. You wanna go where?

Elliott: To a rave. We got a mini-van too!

Kathy: Hold on a sec, I'm on another line.

Kathy: Peggy?

Peggy: Yeah?

Kathy: I've got this guy named Elliott on the other line and . . .

Peggy: Who is he?

Kathy: The skating rink a while ago, the guy with red hair.

Peggy: Oh, yeah, he was nice looking. Tall, no pimples, could skate too.

Kathy: That's the one. He just asked if I wanted to go to a rave tonight.

Peggy: A rave! Wow! We've talked about going to one, but never....

Kathy: Hold on, let me see who else is in on this and what's involved.

Elliott: Hello?

Kathy: Sorry, I've got Peggy Stinson on the other line. She wants to know who else is going that we might know.

Elliott: Shannon Fullbright, Stevie Delasandro and Gerry Mayer and Marlene Bain.

Kathy: So you're really looking for one girl, huh?

Elliott: No, no! As many as possible. Hey who ya got?

Kathy: Just Peggy.

Elliott: Great, she's almost as pretty as you. So is it a go?"

Kathy: When are you leaving?

Elliott: As soon as... we're just chillin' for now. Should we swing by and pick you two up?

Kathy: Wait a sec.

Peggy: Kathy?

Kathy: Yeah, it sounds like a good group. I think you know Gerry Mayer and Marlene Bain.

Peggy: Oh I know Marlene. She's become an easy mark for all the guys at school. And I think Gerry is her sometimes BF.

Kathy: So I hear, but there's also a girl named Shannon Fullbright and a guy named Stevie Delasandro. I don't know them.

Peggy: I've met Stevie, he seemed okay. Wanna do it? Christ, we've been so bored, it's perfect.

Kathy: What about our curfews?

Peggy: Your Mom's out right? Mine won't miss me as long as Davy can keep it up.

Kathy: I think she and Dutch are staying over at the Rourk's.

Peggy: I don't know them.

Kathy: Friends of Dutch. Um, they're a black couple. I haven't met them either, but they sound nice.

Peggy: Let's do it!

Kathy: Okay, let me tell Elliott.

Elliott: So? Are we set?

Kathy: Yup, come by my place. Peggy will be here in 15 -- 20 minutes. When will you be here? Oh, do you know where I live?

Elliott: Yeah, I know. Should be there in 30 -- 35 minutes, then we have a 40 minute ride.

Kathy: Cool, see ya then. Oh, got any booze?

Elliott: Some Jack Daniels and a bottle of Absolute.

Kathy: that should do us.

Elliott: See ya in a few.

Kathy: Yeah, bye.

Peggy: Hello?

Kathy: get your ass over here. We leave in 30 minutes.

Peggy: On my way!

***

11:43 PM They arrived at the site without a hitch. Kathy was wearing a frothy black outfit and her blonde hair was kind of curled and almost frizzy. Peggy had a skimpy white outfit on that was almost too short to wear in public; but both girls had agreed they didn't get out that much and this was, after all, a rave where anything went, or so they had heard. The trip itself had been uneventful, the guys behaved themselves and the girls, Marlene and Shannon had been very pleasant and upbeat.

There was a pretty decent sized line outside the club, but none of the teens minded waiting to get inside except Shannon who complained the rain was ruining her hairdo. 

Twenty minutes later they were all inside and looking around. It was a huge warehouse, with the main floor, or house room packed from wall to wall with well over a thousand grooving ravers. A series of porta potties formed a natural divider from what was called the hardcore or main room where even more dancers cavorted to different music. 

They quickly learned that upstairs afforded the dancers a respite from the heat in what was known as the "Chill Rooms," which were actually a series of smaller rooms that allowed the overheated dancers to "cool down;" and they also set the tone for drug use and sexual activites of all kinds.

Kathy was almost immediately separated from Peggy and the others and swept out onto the dance floor which was body to body with writhing, shaking dancers. She was amazed at the number of good looking guys on the dance floor. At the typical high school dance only about 20% of the guys actually danced; the others stood around and watched, or made snide comments about the girls as they moved within earshot. Here it was closer to 80 or 90 percent of guys actually dancing.

She was into her second dance when she began to take stock of her surroundings. The flashing lights were mesmerizing at times, and she tried not to stare at them, but couldn't help herself, the multicolored moving lights were just so pretty. And the sound! 

"Oh, my God" she thought, "it rocks my world!"

She could actually feel the bass rattling her insides. Kathy was stunned to discover she had a new partner, and he was handsomer than the first guy. She asked his name and he told her it was Ron.

"Ron," she shouted back, "I'm Kathy." 

"Where from?"

"LA. And you?"

"San Diego, well north of it really," and with casual aplomb, he touched her left breast.

She swatted the hand away, furious at him for being so piggish. He laughed.

"Have you been to the chill rooms?" He asked.

Kathy glanced around, looking for one of her friends, but saw no one she knew. Then she answered him.

"No, I only got here a few minutes ago."

He laughed again. "Wanna get high?"

"No!" She shouted to make certain he heard her.

Hey, it's fun. Look over there." He pointed behind her and she turned her head to look.

There were three girls standing less than 15 feet from her. The one in the middle, a long haired blonde had her dress top pushed down exposing both breasts. Kathy's first thought was that the girl had had surgery to enhance them, but that thought vanished when she realized the other girls had begun to tongue her nipples. The girl spotted Kathy looking at her and stuck her tongue out and wiggled it provocatively.

Then it occurred to Kathy that perhaps she wasn't looking at her but at her partner Ron. She turned back to him and saw that he had exposed himself and was waving his cock at the girls. 

Enraged, Kathy spun away from him and headed to the opposite side of the large room.

Within seconds another guy had her dancing again. He seemed nice too and she let herself lean into his hard, lean body at every opportunity, for she had discovered that the crowd and their antics along with the flashing lights and throbbing music had made her hot and not from dancing. The prospect of having sex with a guy for the first time loomed large in her mind.

As she slowly turned around her eyes focused on some of the graffiti covering the walls and was startled to hear her dance partner say, "Like it?"

"Like what?"

"I'm Johnny, the graffiti . . . I did it."

Kathy was impressed. "You did it?'

He smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm an art major at Cal."

"A college boy, I'm impressed."

"Hey, just how old are you?" He asked with a sudden concern in his eyes.

"I'm old enough," she said, and followed with, "Actually I'll be 19 next week, so don't worry about me being jailbait."

"Thanks for the info," he said and touched her for the first time, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. "You're a very pretty girl."

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," she said and giggled. "I'm Kathy."

"Pleased to meet you Kathy," he said.

"Johnny," she said, informing him that she had remembered his name, "Where can I get something to drink? I'm awfully thirsty."

"Come on," He said, and taking her hand, escorted her upstairs to an almost vacant chill room.

Kathy purchased a bottle of water for $4.00 and was surprised at how fast she consumed it. At these prices it's no wonder he didn't buy me one, she thought, and noted that Johnny also had one, and as he held the bottle up to his mouth, Kathy had an opportunity to check him out. She was impressed with his body. He was tall, about six feet, lean and fairly good looking. Added to that was the fact that he was an older, college guy and his status soared to the top of Kathy's boy chart. Then they returned to the dance floor downstairs.

Kathy was a good dancer, but had to concede that Johnny could out dance her any day. But she was also impressed that he didn't show her up, in fact, he kept showing her new moves and waited for her to pick up on them before going all out. At this rate she was able to keep up with him and saw that they were both getting approving nods from the other dancers.

We're really groovin'" she told herself, and at that moment caught a glance of Marlene Bain dancing with Stevie Delasandro.

Whoa, I guess the crew is still here; she thought and put even more frenetic energy into her moves. A few minutes later, still dancing with Johnny, she spotted Elliott Grady's red hair and found him dancing awkwardly with Shannon Fullbright.

So where's Peggy? she wondered, glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 11:30.

The DJ's were really in top form this night, working their tables relentlessly, interchanging on each other's music constantly and somehow making the music sound even better. "They're unfuckinbelievable, aren't they?" Johnny shouted, seeming to have read her mind.

She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, they are. They're the best of the best," she managed to say, and found herself lost in his eyes.

Johnny pulled her close and Kathy allowed herself to lean into him, and felt his hardness pressing against her. She didn't mind in the slightest, in fact, she thrust her groin out to ensure the contract remained in place.

Am I gonna let this guy fuck me? she asked herself. Then thought about the promises she'd made to her mother. And surprisingly, she thought about Dutch and how much she wanted him to be the first.

As a new number began with an even faster beat, Kathy noticed several couples nearby who where dancing while clenching what she took for baby pacifier's pacifiers in their mouths.

"Look Johnny!" She called out, "Is that what I think it is?"

He looked in the direction she had indicated and grinned at her. "Yup, pacifier's."

"But . . ."

"Just like we're drinking lots of water to prevent dehydration, the pacifiers prevent involuntary teeth clenching."

"Oh, wow!" 

"Is this your first rave?"

She cast her eyes down and responded, "Yes."

"Hey," he said, chucking her under the chin. "Don't get down on me, everyone has their first time. Let me fill you in on a couple things."

"Okay," Kathy managed and then smiled at him. Fill me in."

"Oh, I'd love to fill you," he said, grinning devilishly at her.

"Don't go getting obscene on me," she said warning him off.

To his credit, he absorbed the warning and got back to his instruction. "See those guys over there?" He pointed to the opposite side of the dance floor.

She nodded.

"They're holding signs up, see? The letters "E" and "X"?

"Is that?"

"Ecstasy, that's right!" He said with emphasis. "And that one, see it? It says "Rollin"? That's if you wanna get high with MDMA."

"I'd heard there was a lot of drug use at raves, but . . ."

"But? There's no but about it, everyone's using, everyone."

"I'm not." She said with some reluctance.

"Want some "E?"

"I don't know," she murmured, but any resistance she had was fading fast.

"Come on, let's chill out for a minute," he said and holding her hand led her up a flight of stairs. As she was climbing the stairs, Kathy looked ahead of her and saw Peggy ahead of her.

Kathy's eyes widened in shock, Peggy wore nothing under her white skirt. Her pussy was clearly visible to anyone behind her.

"Peggy!" She called and Peggy looked back.

"Hi, Kathy!" she grinned and waved a hand. "Where have you been?"

"Dancing, but what's with . . ." and she motioned with her hand indicating Peggy's nudity.

"Oh, that, well lot's of people are doing it 'cause it makes it easier for the gropers on the floor, ya know?"

"Jesus, Peggy . . . have you taken 'E'?"

Peggy smiled as Kathy joined her on the stairs. "Ummm, yeah...it's like... wow!"

Johnny stopped on the step below and casually let his hand slide up Peggy's thigh, past the tops of her black hose and on upward until it cupped her pussy.

"You're very moist," he told her in a matter-of-fact tone.

Peggy giggled. "See Kathy, everyone's doing it. Why don't you lose yours too?"

She grasped Peggy's hand and pulled her up the remaining steps until they were all in the chill room. Johnny's hand was no longer under Peggy's skirt; it was now holding a sample of Ecstasy out to Kathy.

"Go on try it," he said. To Kathy it seemed that his voice dripped with seductiveness. 

Peggy joined him, "Go on, Kathy. Try it. You'll see, it won't hurt you and you'll feel... God, you'll feel sensational!"

Kathy accepted the Ecstasy and swallowed it with some bottled water. In just a short time she felt her heart beating faster and found she wanted to hug those around her. Peggy sensed this and as she felt pretty much the same, grabbed Kathy and kissed her on the lips. Johnny's hand went back under Peggy's skirt and his fingers rolled over her outer labia. 

Peggy sighed into Kathy's mouth and tongued her friend. Kathy returned the favor, sending her tongue back into Peggy's mouth and over her teeth and gums as soon as it was possible to do so. The three of them slowly sank to the floor oblivious to everyone around them. Johnny kept his fingers busy, thrusting two into Peggy's very wet pussy as the girls grew feverish with their prolonged kiss.

Kathy reluctantly ended the kiss, but felt an overwhelming desire to touch Johnny too. As her hand moved along his leg, she saw that he was jilling Peggy, but was surprised that she didn't seem to mind this at all; and on reaching up to grasp his hardon through his slacks, she encountered the zipper and with a sly, knowing grin on her face, pulled it down, reached in and extracted Johnny's six inch cock. Johnny's hand left Peggy's cunt and he rose to his feet, very much aware of what was to come as Kathy knelt in front of him and began to suck him off. Several feet away, other dancers looked on, seeming to think nothing unusual was going on.

This left an aroused Peggy with nothing to do and after looking over the situation, she went behind the kneeling Kathy and lifted her into a slight crouch, then deftly lay down on the floor and slid under Kathy's crotch, much as a mechanic slides under a car. 

As Peggy finalized her positioning she reached up and squeezed Kathy's nipples as Kathy busied herself trying to swallow Johnny's stiff cock. After hearing Kathy moan with delight, Peggy pulled Kathy's panties to one side and kissed her friend's swollen labia finding it wet and slick. 

As the strobe lights flickered on and off, Peggy also noted that Kathy's clit was standing up like a sentinel. Her tongue immediately sought the tiny bud out, gliding over the glistening nub. Kathy moaned appreciatively, cupping Johnny's balls with one hand and holding his cock scant inches from her wanton lips. 

"Oh, yeah, Peggy, that's it. That's the place!" Peggy heard her and felt a sudden warmth rush through her body. Her nostrils flared and the sexy, musky smell of Kathy's arousal was sniffed through Peggy's nose and raced directly to her brain, filling her with a hunger that increased her arousal by a factor of ten. 

At this point Peggy would gladly have taken on her high school football team along with all the cheerleaders.

In addition to Peggy's mouth making Kathy squirm, Johnny's hands were running all over her body and she couldn't believe they were doing this in the open. The very thought of it quickened her pulse, reminding her of her secret make-out sessions with Mrs. Bain and several times with Peggy when they were almost caught in the act. While all these thoughts were running through Kathy's head, Johnny's cock slipped from her mouth. Quickly, almost frantically she reached for it again and started licking, then pouting her lips she began sucking on the head. 

She knew that was the most sensitive part of his tool and wanted to show him that she had an innate ability to felicitate. Kathy's skilled tongue rimmed his cockhead until it changed from red to purple as it engorged with Johnny's red hot blood.

He moaned and his cock jerked in her mouth; and Kathy noted her rising excitement. Not only has Peggy's tongue got me going, she told herself, but I love the feel and taste of his cock. I think I could come just from blowing him. I've got to try this again... maybe Dutch will let me.... Her body began to tremble at the very thought of having Dutch's cock in her mouth and her thighs closed on Peggy's head. Peggy had no choice but to send a finger up Kathy's ass to free herself from the intense pressure of Kathy's youthful thighs on her head. Kathy halted her sucking as she felt the finger entering her rectum. 

The blood rushed to her face as Peggy's finger touched her prostrate even as Peggy continued her non-stop attack on her clit. Kathy felt dizzy, yet so near her orgasm that she couldn't believe it. She commenced rocking her groin into Peggy's face while her hand was a blur as it masturbated Johnny as she continued sucking him. 




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Suddenly she dropped her hands to the floor, sank back on Peggy's face and moaned, "Peggy! Peggy! Peggy!" As she came from Peggy's last sucking licks to her now frothy cunt.

Johnny came too; with his prick pointed straight out and twitching uncontrollably, he sent several long ropes of sperm into Kathy's hair. She had no idea what had happened so engrossed was she with her own exquisite orgasm. 

Perhaps a minute passed, allowing Peggy to recover sufficiently to raise herself up and lean forward to kiss Johnny's balls even as her fingers smeared the slimy liquid remnants over the still throbbing length of his cock. Then rising up off her haunches she took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his helmet-shaped head, she sucked in her cheeks and pumped his cock with her right hand as she drew the remaining seed from his fast shrinking prick.

Kathy lay panting on the floor and looking up she saw the room moving upside down, the flashing lights and the pulsating, unrelenting sound of the music and Peggy blowing Johnny's effervescent dick only three feet above her. Kathy willed herself not to pass out and sent her fingers in search of Peggy's twat as the ambient sound enveloped her. Thanks to the Ecstasy a feeling of euphoria pervaded her being as the sounds of records skipping, wind rushing, infants crying, helicopter blades churning, bombs exploding, motorcycles speeding up rocky hills and more closed in on her.

Her fingers were literally churning the juices from Peggy's cunt as Kathy looked around the chill room and smiled gaily at those who watched her masturbating Peggy to a well deserved climax. Why are they watching me, or us? she wondered. Look at 'em, dressed up in those weird outfits. And there was truth in what she said, for there was one man who fancied himself a fire-eater and there was a mysterious wild-west cowboy and cowgirl who created sparks with chain-saws among them. But others walked by not caring what Kathy and Peggy were doing and gradually as Peggy finished coming the three settled down on the floor and let the drugs take charge of their sated bodies.

Both girls eventually returned to the dance floor. Johnny faded away and to be frank, wasn't missed by either girl. They continued to meet one guy after another and danced the night away. It wasn't until Peggy realized that they had better damn well get there sorry butts back home before their parents discovered they were gone that both realized the guys who brought them had not been in sight for hours. 

They quit dancing and searched the main floor and then the chill rooms. They met Marlene, but the others were not to be found.

The three girls decided to leave without the guys, figuring that they had found some girls and taken off without them.

"We can hitch a ride with someone," Marlene said. "That could be dangerous," Peggy said, but didn't look as if she'd oppose a ride.

Neither girl had told Kathy about the ropes of come in her hair. But then, they were stoned and not very perceptive at this point in the evening. They left the rave with their hands in the air, mimicking the dancers still cavorting on the dance floor. 

Kathy glanced over her shoulder at the exit and saw hands reaching out for laser beams, couples with pacifiers and luminescent lights of all colors being waved about and some guys wandering around feeding people water from huge plastic canisters. Then the door closed and with that, the music was muffled. They had walked about a block when the van cruised alongside them.

"Yo, you ladies want a ride?"

Surprisingly, it was Marlene who took charge. "Where you headed?"

"Hey," one smiled as his thin body leaned halfway out the driver's window, "Wherever you dream girls wanna go?"

Marlene smiled at him. Peggy pulled at her arm, "C'mon, let's walk some more."

"No," Marlene said, keeping the smile on her face. "You tell us where you're headed and if it's in our direction we might ride with ya." This caused the guys to confer. It became obvious they had no destination and only wanted the girls to get into the van.

"Near San Diego," the driver finally said.

"Sorry," Marlene announced. "We're headed the other way. But thanks for asking."

"So, would a couple blowjobs be out of the question?" he asked.

"I don't think so, but thanks for asking," Marlene said, and the girls moved away from the van, walking quickly in the opposite direction.

They walked for another thirty minutes before stopping at an all-night gas station. Peggy announced that her foot hurt and she wouldn't be able to walk much further. The girls pooled their money and found that they only had eight dollars between them, scarcely enough for cab fare for the forty minute ride home.

"Damn those bastards," Kathy swore.

"If I see any of them, I'll kick 'em in the balls." Peggy snarled.

"Fuck them," Marlene replied, "we've got a problem and the way I see it is we've got to hitch a ride back. 

Peggy ventured into the station to determine their exact whereabouts and learned that the freeway they needed was a half mile away. They bought several cans of Mountain Dew to stem the possible dehydration that Ecstasy might cause after noting none of the three had high body temperatures. 

Marlene told the others that they might suffer from some depression some 48 hours after taking the drug and left it at that.

Peggy and Kathy nodded as Marlene provided the information, but still felt great and didn't worry about the future except for obtaining a ride home. 

They covered the half mile and saw the freeway looming in front of them. Sitting down for a minute they decided what they were willing to do for a ride, if pressed. Marlene casually told Peggy, "If they're clean I'll let one fuck me."

Both Kathy and Peggy were shocked. 

"Well, I like getting laid," she told them. "I really do."

"Marlene...like me and Peggy are virgins," Kathy said lamely.

"And... you want to keep your cherries?" Marlene countered.

"That's right," Peggy said harshly. "You might be a slut, but don't make us one too!"

"Easy there Peggy," Kathy said, intervening. "Marlene, she didn't mean that. You made her... shit... you make both of us nervous with your casual approach to sex."

"Fuck the both of you," Marlene shouted. "I saw you blowin' that guy Kathy; and you... Miss Prissy, I saw you eating this one's snatch and blowin' the same guy. So fuck the two of you. I know I'll get a fucking ride back to Dodge; you two can walk and when you get tired of walkin'...hey, eat each other out to renew your energy."

"Marlene," Kathy cried out, "please don't get mad at us. We didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, Peggy added, "honestly, we didn't want to hurt you. It's just that...."

"You're two frightened virgins," Marlene finished for her.

Both Kathy and Peggy remembered cautioning themselves not to reveal that they'd had sex with Marlene's mother. And that Mrs. Bain had asked them to look out for Marlene around the school.

"Yes, we are frightened," Kathy said quietly. "But with your... experience you seem to be more able to handle the situation than we are. I mean, like back there with the van. You were in control of the situation, not them and certainly not us. It was you; so we'll go along with what you think we should do in order to get home."

"All right," Marlene said and she appeared mollified. "I'll try to keep your hymens intact. Just go along with me. Who ever picks us up is going to try something. You just don't find girls hitching on the freeway without figuring they're available for sex of some kind."

And with that the girls ventured onto the freeway and selected a spot from which they could flag a car and allow the vehicle room to stop to pick them up.

The green van pulled to the side of the road only five minutes later. There were two men inside. As the girls approached the van they saw the men were about 30 or so and reasonably good-looking. It made a difference to Kathy and Peggy. Marlene couldn't have cared less. As agreed earlier, Marlene acted as spokeswoman.

"Hi, we're headed to LA, East LA actually. Can you give us a ride?"

"Sure the guy on the passenger side said, and the rear door opened for them and the girls clambered aboard.

"Name's Bernie," the driver said looking over his shoulder. "This here is Cable."

The girls introduced themselves and Kathy asked Cable, "Cable, is that a nickname?"

"No," he laughed uneasily, "It's my real name. Where are you girls coming from?"

Peggy blurted out, "We went to a rave and lost our ride."

Marlene kicked her shin, but the words were out. "It's maybe fifty miles to East LA; I'm wondering can you pay your way?" Bernie asked.

"What do you mean?" Marlene asked in return. "You know, kinda tit for tat," he laughed. "Yeah especially the tit part," Cable laughed lewdly. 

"Oh, well," said Marlene, "Maybe we can work something out. But let's cover some miles first huh?"

"As long as we can work 'something' out," Bernie said amiably enough.

"Like what for instance?" Cable persisted.

"What do you have in mind?" Marlene parried.

"Me? Personally I'd love a blowjob."

"That's in the realm of possibility," Marlene said smiling at Cable.

The van was silent for a minute and Kathy clutched Peggy's arm. Both were shaking with fear. "Don't worry," Marlene whispered to them, "it's all right they're both pussycats."

"You think?" Peggy shivered.

"Sure, I'll handle everything, not to worry."

But Peggy and Kathy continued to worry and grew more fearful when the van exited the freeway some twenty minutes later; pulling into a grove of trees in an isolated area that the girls later learned was a little park across the street from an elementary school.

As she had promised, Marlene was able to control both men. Hopping from the van she ran several yards away and tugged off her skirt.

"Who wants some?" She giggled.

Bernie was the first one to reach her. "Only one at a time boys, okay?" "Okay," Bernie grunted as he knelt beside her and with one hand reached under her black top and squeezed her breast.

For the benefit of the girls in the van, she smiled back at them. Bernie wasted no time, spreading her ass cheeks apart and nipping the plump cheek closest to him. Marlene yelped playfully. 

Moments later, Bernie was pulling his prick out. Cable got out of the van and approached them. "One at a time, Cable," she said with command in her voice. Cable halted two yards away and tugged his fly open. 

"Bernie?" she cooed as his tongue laved from her ass to her clit.

"Mmmm?"

"That's so nice, why don't we . . ." She didn't finish because Bernie was compelling her to get down on her hands and knees, which she did, noting with satisfaction that both Kathy and Peggy's faces were pressed against the window of the van watching her. 

Bernie began eating her, and to her surprise she was quick to explode, sending her juices gushing into his eager mouth.

"Oh, baby!" she exulted. "You made me come so fast, it's unbelievable!"

"Yeah?" He said, not believing it himself.

"C'mere," she cooed and pulled him to her breast. Cable was jerking himself off, patiently waiting his turn. Bernie latched onto Marlene's nipple and sucked contentedly until Marlene grew weary of his teeth and pulled him off her tit which was glistening with his saliva and knelt in front of him.

"You two guys are lucky I enjoy giving head," she giggled and squatting in front of him, pinned his cock against his belly and gently licked and then sucked each of his balls in turn. Bernie moaned as his cock turned to steel.

"Know what, Bernie?"

"What he groaned as her hand squeezed his cock. "I want you to fuck me. Then I want Cable to fuck me." She turned her face to Cable, smiled at him and asked, "You don't mind seconds do you big guy?"

"No," he replied after a long pause. From his perspective, this was a dream come true. He hadn't been laid in months and was getting ready to call an escort service when he had the money together.

Marlene was down on her hands and knees, ass high, her cunt gaping out from between her thighs at both men, dark and inviting. Her arousal obvious as it filled the air around them. Come on, Bernie, put it in me. C'mon, fuck me good." 

He brushed against her and she reached back, found his hardness and centered him on her wet pussy. "In ya go, baby!" She cried out as he entered her moist cavern.

Bernie grunted several times as he pushed in and out of her and Marlene grunted back. Bernie couldn't hold off and came almost immediately and fell to the ground next to her before rolling over on his back.

Marlene, still cock hungry fell upon him, enveloping his cock in her mouth and sucking frenziedly on him until his cock protested and he pulled away from her.

"Cable, get your sorry ass over here!" she yelled, and he was at her side in an instant.

"Fuck me!" She yelled.

He entered her from behind, much as Bernie had. Only Cable proved to be a vastly superior lover than Bernie. He consciously altered the angle of each thrust so that his member stroked a different area of her vagina as it sluiced through her intense wetness. Gradually he increased his speed. Within a minute, Marlene was moaning in anticipation of her first orgasm. No one else knew it, but she had been laid by three different guys back at the rave.

Eager to come, Marlene began to slam her ass back at cable as he drove his steely prick deeper into her. Her moans rose in pitch and were clearly heard inside the van by Kathy and Peggy who were both extremely hot from watching their younger friend take on both men.

***

Back inside the van, Kathy felt an urgent need to confess to Peggy.

"Peggy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Ya remember back at the rave when I was behind you on the stairs?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Why?"

"You didn't have your panties on."

Peggy giggled. "No, I was really nasty to do that, wasn't I?"

"You made me so hot then. That's why I blew that guy. Jeez, I can't remember his name now."

"Really, I made you hot? But you've seen me lots of times."

"Not like that. I mean, in public, and on the stairs where anyone could see up your skirt. I wanted to pull you down and eat you right then and there, but I didn't have the nerve."

Peggy giggled again. "And you didn't have any "E" in you either," she pointed out, "That would have been wild, what a delicious scene, just imagine the expression on that guys face . . ."

"True enough, but I've got you here and I want to go down on you so bad...."

"So, you want to lick me?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah...but, let's do each other, okay?"

"That's fine with me," Peggy said with a broad smile as she quickly peeled off her scant clothing. 

Kathy followed suite, and when both were naked they fell into one another's arms, hugging and kissing each other, just teasing the other as they played, but overly conscious of what Marlene was experiencing outside the van. Neither girl wanted to do anything that might encourage the two guys to think they were also available for a fuck. 

But as much as they tried to avoid it a love session between then became inevitable as first Peggy's eyes were drawn to the last undone button on Kathy's blouse. She could see most of one of her friend's breasts; but her attention was riveted to the small pert, conical nipple. Peggy moved so that she was to the right and directly in front of Kathy. Her ass was so close, so tempting, Peggy wanted to kiss it and bite it She had grown very wet and was all a tingle at her crotch. She looked down Kathy's blouse again and saw her fully exposed breast and moaned longingly. 

Moaning deliriously, Peggy began rubbing her crotch against Kathy's ass.

"Do you like rubbing on me?" Kathy giggled.

Peggy turned her head and gently kissed her. "Mmmm" moaned Peggy, as she rubbed harder.

"What are you doing?" Kathy sighed. "You know what will happen if they find us doing it."

"I don't care, I need you!"

"That's what the guys do, you know? Rub their hard cocks on a girl's ass until they cum in their pants."

"KATHY!" the lithe teen wailed, but continued grinding against Kathy's rear as she reached around Kathy and fondled the elusive breast she had peeked at earlier. 

"Oh, Peggy, you're too much!"

"Sorry," Peggy sobbed, but rubbing faster.

"Is that what you're going to do, Peggy? Do you want to come on my ass like those guys do?"

Peggy merely groaned, as often as they had made love in the past, she had never been this hot before. Perhaps it was the 'E', perhaps the entire night and what was going on outside the van, whatever it was Peggy wanted Kathy and wanted her badly.

"Liking my tit are you? Wanna play with it? So how 'bout sucking it a little?" Kathy was teasing Peggy unmercifully now. Peggy appeared to be thriving on the teasing.

Then Kathy caught Peggy off guard and kissed her, ramming her tongue down Peggy's throat. That did it the sensuous tonguing caused Peggy to cum and since she wore no panties, she soaked Kathy's dress with her discharge. 

"Oh, Christ, I'm soaked," Kathy cried out.

"I'm sorry," Peggy sobbed still coming and using her fingers to intercede between her fluids and Kathy's clothing. 

Then Kathy was laughing. "So my ass made you cum did it? Jeez, just look at you!"

"Well now you've got me so hot I don't care what those guys think." She pulled Peggy closer and kissed her again. They made out quietly for a minute and then Kathy quietly sighed and said, "Peg, please, put your hand up my skirt," and kissed her once more.

Peggy's hand sought it's way to Kathy's steaming pussy, and as they kissed, Kathy held her hand, guiding it under her panties directly to her cunt rubbing back and forth against it and moaning from the intense pleasure sweeping over her.

"Play with me, baby! Play with my pussy!" Kathy cried.

Peggy was using two fingers to rub against Kathy's clit.

"Ummm, that's good! I need it bad baby, I need you so much!"

They kissed again and Peggy renewed her arousal, groaning as Kathy's fingers found and entered her sopping pussy as she hunched up and down against it.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Peggy moaned, then gasped and said, "Baby, I adore your cunt and that little clittie."

"I love you too baby," Kathy cooed, "especially your pussy. See how wet it is? I could fist you right now you're so wet." 

"Tell me how this feels," Peggy gasped, taking Kathy's clit between her thumb and finger, and pinching it lightly several times. As Kathy loudly groaned, Peggy's middle finger rubbed against her moistened slit and then slid inside as Kathy ground her pussy hard against Peggy's hand.

Kathy didn't forget her friend either, sticking two fingers into Peggy's snatch and fucking her with them.

"Oh, Christ . . . I'm coming Peg!"

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Peggy sobbed, "I can't hold it. I can't believe.... I'M COMING!"

They renewed their kissing and held each other tightly as they finished their mutual climaxes. Moments later, both girls were panting but far from finished with one another.

Kathy wet two fingers in Peggy's sopping wet cunt and sent them up her ass. Peggy's body shook with the thrill it provided and then moaned loudly as she felt Kathy's tongue lapping at her pussy.

She reciprocated as Kathy expected her too, sucking on her friends labia and eventually driving her finger into Kathy's rectum as well. As the heat smoldered between them, they rolled over, causing the van to move from side to side and this was noted by Bernie, who moved to the van and looked inside.

After quenching their initial thirst for the taste of one another they began anew with Peggy looking up at Kathy before they kissed, lightly, teasingly at first, then Peggy introduced her tongue; running it along Kathy's lips, which she had sealed to tease her dear friend. Unable to torment Peggy any longer Kathy quickly opened her hungry mouth, and Peggy's tongue roared inside to explore her. Kathy brought her hand up onto Peggy's breasts, massaging them and marveling once again at their youthful firmness.




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 16



When the kiss ended, Kathy pushed Peggy's legs apart, looking directly now at her vagina. Even in the semi-darkness she could see her pussy lips widely parted, and her clitoris almost hanging out of her. Both girls were highly excited from watching Marlene handling the men outside the van. But having made love to each other many times before they didn't rush things, instead they took their time, teasing one another. Peggy ran her hand into Kathy's blonde hair and encountered the starchy firmness that was the residue of Johnny's semen from earlier in the evening.

"What the hell?" Peggy blurted.

"What's wrong?" Kathy asked.

"That guy . . . what's his name, from the rave. You know the guy you went down on?"

It took Kathy a minute but finally she recalled his face and then his name. "Johnny?"

"Yeah, him... it looks like he... Kathy, he came in your hair."

"No!"

Peggy licked her hand. "I'm pretty sure that's what it is Kathy."

Kathy's hand went to her hair and felt the starch-like substance, tasted it and frowned. "I don't know, I mean I've never tasted the shit before."

"Me neither," Peggy replied.

"Well I know he came," Kathy said.

"I'm wrong," Peggy sighed.

"What? How are you wrong? What is it?'

"No, I mean I have tasted it before. Remember? I had him in my mouth... I tasted it then, but he must have come in your hair before that. Christ! I remember! It must have been when you were coming."

"I remember that!" Kathy grinned at her friend.

"Yeah, 'cause after you came, or while you were coming, I stopped munching on you and found Johnny's cock, it was not all that hard and he sure didn't come in my mouth, but . . ." she touched Kathy's hair again and put the finger into her mouth. "It's his come, baby. He came in your hair."

"I can't wash it out here!" Kathy cried, trying to avoid panicking.

"Hey," Peggy offered, "even we didn't notice it until now, it's really late and . . . "

Peggy glanced at her watch. "Jesus1 It's almost four in the morning!"

"I know," Kathy said. "We'll have to sneak in our houses."

"No, that won't work. We'll all go to my house and say we had a sleep over."

"Yeah, that might work. If we're caught we'll be grounded forever, though."

"So, we don't get caught," Peggy said and the girls hugged each other and after a renewed series of kisses, Kathy pushed Peggy down and said, "Give me your hands." 

Peggy offered her hand up and Kathy placed them on her stiffened nipples. Almost instantly, Peggy began to squeeze and pull on them, exalting in the power she had in causing them to expand in size.

Sucking in her breath, Peggy exclaimed, "Ewe, Kathy, I just love your nipples."

"Oh, yeah," Kathy moaned, "Go on, baby, play with 'em. Pinch 'em for me. God yes, play with 'em!"

"See how hard they are?"

"Yes! Yes! Now suck 'em, bite them too!" 

Peggy obliged and soon Kathy was moaning loudly, "Oh, God. I'm going to come. I can't help it! Oh! Oh!"

And then inexplicably in the midst of her orgasm, she cried, "Oh, Peggy, your ass is so nice. Oh, God I can't stop coming!"

***

Meanwhile outside the van, Marlene began to grunt from the strong and varied pistoning of Cable's cock. They started out as short and staccato-like grunts, but as Cable pounded in and in relentlessly the her grunts lengthened and she began to cry out between grunts, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it, that's it! Fuck me fuck me fuck me with that wonderful cock!"

Cable slowed down considerably, resorting to long, slow strokes, although he continued to vary the angle each time knowing this would bring her intense pleasure and a huge climax. She would be his forever after this fuck. It had happened to him before and would no doubt happen again, but this girl, this young girl was special in his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to give her the greatest orgasm of her life.

Now that he had slowed down he was able to push the tip of his finger past the iron ring of her rectum and as soon as he had Marlene screamed loudly, "Jesus! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Did I hurt you?" 

"No! It feels great! Do some more!"

He urged his finger deeper into her shitter and at the same time slightly increased his tempo.

"Oh, God Yes!" She screamed, "I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah, baby, come for me now, come big time for your daddy!"

"Finger my ass!"

"Yes, baby!"

"Fill my cunt!"

The sweat was flying from his head and upper torso as his hips rose and fell upon her grinding pelvis.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

And as her orgasm arrived, she tossed and turned in unparalleled excitement, nearly throwing his off her churning body. Now Cable was spewing his seed into her and that set off yet another tidal wave of orgasmic thrills within Marlene's body that lasted for about twenty minutes.

Cable's semen was everywhere: in her bush, on her belly and breasts and all over his mid-section, matting his pubic hairs. Since she continued to come, he did the best he could and held her tightly in his arms until her spasmodic climax relented.

*** Kathy, still enjoying the last echoes of a very nice climax, contented herself by gradually moving her left hand along Peggy's inner thigh and beyond, to her plump ass.

Peggy issued a soft moan. 

*** Bernie having watched Cable thoroughly fuck Marlene had made his way to the van and had his nose pressed against the window looking on as they continued their lovemaking. He had never seen two women make love and was riveted to the spot. He was pleasantly surprised to find himself fully erect and began to stroke himself, every once in a while turning back to glance at Cable and Marlene who were still holding one another behind him.

Using a feather light touch, Kathy began massaging Peggy's pubic mound. Peggy sighed and kissed Kathy's shoulder. Kathy's fingers pushed gently inside Peggy's pussy exploring deeper and deeper as Peggy strove to keep from shuddering from the intensely pleasurable sensations the fingers brought to her. 

"Jesus Kathy, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Peggy. I love you too."

"Do you think they're gonna fuck us, Kathy?"

"I hope not. Marlene seems to have them under control."

"Yeah, she's something else ain't she?"

"Yeah, now turn around for me."

"Okay," Peggy whispered and complied. Kathy urged her forward just a little and then ran her hands over Peggy's firm hind quarters, slowly roving between the muscular valley and into the gorge that led to Peggy's anus.

Peggy giggled. "If they see us doing this, were goners, for sure."

"They won't see us; Marlene's making sure of that. My God did you see how easily she accepted his cock?"

"Yeah, it was sure horny, wasn't it?"

"Mmmm yeah, now open your legs just a bit more."

Peggy did as asked and was rewarded by the sensuous feel of Kathy's fingers gliding softly over her skin until they pressed against her puckered brown hole.

"You're not going to . . ." 

"Oh but I am." Kathy whispered and sent her tongue out to push against the brown tissues that were now pulsating with pleasure. Adding yet more pressure, she felt Peggy's rectal muscles relax ever so slightly inviting her to continue.

"Oh, Kathy... I love that!"

"I know," Kathy murmured and using her middle finger, sent it into Peggy's moistened anus.

"Oh! That's... wonderful!" Peggy sighed in sheer bliss.

Kathy's other hand drifted down between Peggy's legs, rubbing her pubic hair and clitoris in a circular motion. And after a minute or so, Peggy's body began to tremble perceptibly.

"Ahhh, you sweet, sweet thing," Peggy sighed and then suddenly she began to sob. "Oh, here it comes! Here it comes! Oh, baby! Oh, my baby!"

"Cum for me Peggy, that's my girl, cum for me!" Kathy whispered in her ear.

Peggy definitely obliged and came and came and came.

***

Bernie turned from the window and ran back to Marlene and Cable.

"Jesus, Cab, I gotta fuck her. I mean I gotta fuck her now!"

"Marlene"" Cable said, shaking her by the shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Are you ready for another fucking?" He asked with concern.

Her hand went to his face and caressed it. "I'm always ready for you honey," she murmured.

"Umm, it's not me. Not just yet. But Bernie here . . . he wants another go with you. That is if you're all right with it."

She smiled and stretched her arms out. Then she yawned. "Oh, hi Bernie, you want some lovin' do ya?"

"Umm, yeah," He was holding his stiffy in his hand, not really sure what to do with it.

"C'mere with that thing, I know where it wants to go." She took him in hand and fairly dragged him down on top of her.

As soon as Marlene felt Bernie's steamy breath on her neck she came alive again, yearning once more for cock, any cock as long as it was hard. 

"Jesus!" Bernie gasped as he sank into her hot wetness, "Your cunt fits my cock so perfectly." "You wish," she said and began to giggle.

Cable had to laugh himself as he watched his friend start to fuck Marlene.

Bernie felt her cuntal muscles churning and clutching at him, but was unable to articulate his feelings. All he was capable of was plunging his turgid cock in and out of her sodden pussy as hard and as fast as he was able. 

Perhaps two minutes into his fucking, Bernie felt himself preparing to come. "Can I . . . can I put it in your mouth?" He pleaded.

"Gonna come?" Marlene asked, even as his cock pushed her cheek out.

"Yeah, pretty soon . . ."

"Okay," she replied and he rolled off and knelt by her face. Leaning on an elbow, Marlene began to suck on him and from the pulsating of his prick she knew he wouldn't last long. 

"Oh God, I'm going to come! Please don't stop, this feels like heaven!" 

Marlene took more of his cock into mouth and as the jets of semen started splattering into her throat she pulled him from her mouth and jerked him to his finish, not caring that he was spewing his load directly into her face, for her ears were filled with his hoarse grunts and she revived her earlier orgasm and came once again.

*** "You like my pussy, don't you?" Kathy asked hoarsely. "You want to lick it and suck it, don't you?"

"Mmmm," Peggy replied and mashed her lips against Kathy's tangy wetness; felt the slippery membranes rubbing over her mouth; felt the tiny clitoris pushing against her nose and moaned with longing.

"Eat me!" Kathy screamed. "Eat me!"

***

The others approached the van. Bernie gesturing wildly as he tried to describe what he had witnessed going on inside. That was enough to clue Marlene in and give her an opportunity to figure out how to prevent the two guys from raping her friends.

Cable yanked the van door open and they all saw Peggy going down on Kathy, whose legs were akimbo as her hands kneaded her breasts.

Making a loud sucking sound, Peggy wrested her face away from Kathy's cunt to look up at the three standing there watching her.

"I . . . I love her and she loves me," she said softly.

"C'mon guys," Marlene said, urging Cable and Bernie into the van. "They don't mind if we watch, but no touching. If you get hard again, I'll be happy to blow ya, both of ya."

Kathy was oblivious to their arrival. "Yes, that's it," Kathy screeched, a finger strumming her stiffened clit as Peggy resumed licking and sucking on her genitals. 

Kathy's free hand was entwined in Peggy's hair as she urged her friend on. "Eat me, baby! C'mon, lick my pussy raw."

Peggy raised her head and nodded at the three spectators and then disengaged herself from Kathy's clutches and climbed over Kathy's body; her lovely breasts dangled and jiggled, as she dragged her nipples over Kathy's in an excruciatingly slow movement that caused Cable to become rock hard again. 

Resting for a moment, Peggy drew several small circles around Kathy's aureole without touching the nipples themselves. 

Kathy, highly stimulated, moaned, "Suck 'em! Bite them! Use them! Abuse them!"

Instead Peggy leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. Kathy opened her mouth and let Peggy's tongue slip inside, greeting it with a hunger that would not be denied; eagerly her large breasts dangled downward, the nipples sliding over Marlene's smaller orbs sucking greedily on her tongue.

***

"Christ I gotta fuck her!" Cable roared.

"No! C'mere," Marlene yelled and grabbed his erection, pushed him down alongside the two girls and mounted him, and slipping his turgid prick into her come filled snatch, began to ride him much as she would have ridden a horse. 

Cable seized her breasts and kneaded them roughly and this struck some nerve deep within Marlene, igniting her passions once again. Now, instead of just fucking him as a diversion, she was fucking him seriously, already feeling the beginnings of yet another orgasm off in the distance.

***

Kathy's hands were gliding over Peggy's lithe form, reveling in the silky feel of her soft feminine skin. Peggy, also highly aroused, pulled her tightly against her grinding her pubis into Kathy's. Both groaned and twisted this way and that, and Peggy started licking her way toward Kathy's cunt.

Kathy was startled to discover Marlene astride Cable right next to her, but as absorbed as she was with the pleasures of Peggy's mouth and tongue decided to ignore them and opened her legs as wide as she could under the circumstances. 

Peggy, on top for the moment, immediately used her thumbs to open the coral colored clam between Kathy's legs; and looking on, Bernie's eyes bulged out at the sight. 

Peggy giggled, feeling silly with the exhibition she knew they were providing the others, but still nipped Kathy's labia playfully and then screamed with joy as she felt Kathy's hot, wet tongue and full lips slither inside her pussy.

***

Cable's ample cock slipped out from Marlene's clutching cunt. They both moaned despairingly at the loss. Cable frantically grabbed his throbbing member and squeezed himself back into Marlene's cunt once again. 

She was into it now, lost in a tidal wave of lust and desire, moaning and lifting her head to glance around the van; tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as she spotted her friends going at it and Bernie striving to urge his flaccid prick into a more rigid state. 

I'll be fucking him next, she thought, and then bit her lip in joy as Cable's cock pronged her into another state of sheer bliss.

Moments later, they changed positions with Cable mounting her, his fingertips gouging dark red marks into her flanks as he drove his shaft deeper and deeper into her.

And through half-lidded eyes, Marlene gazed in awe at his powerful ass flexed piston-like back and forth, driving him into her at a dizzying speed. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" She gasped so loudly she caused Kathy to wrest her face away from Peggy's delicious pussy for a moment.

"Ohhhh!" Peggy cried at the loss of Kathy's hot, devilish tongue.

"Oh my God, Cable . . . that's so good!" Marlene sobbed as her climax roared nearer.

"Come on, lover man, shove it in!"

"YEAH! DEEPER!"

Her body rocked forward as he pummeled her with his steel hard cock. Cable stopped for a second needing to fill his lungs with air. Then, his thighs pressed tightly to hers, his testicles rubbing lightly against her ass, he slowed his pace almost coming to a halt.

Marlene moaned loudly, not at the sudden lack of fast friction along her loins, but at the slow, maddeningly tantalizing new sensations this slow stroking wrought upon her senses.

Added to this was the fact that now Cable was able to use his hands on her, sliding them over her body, squeezing her succulent tits, kissing them and sucking upon her pebbled nipples, each one in turn causing her to moan as it was left for the other.

"C'mon, come for me you little whore!" He called out as he plunged his prick in to the hilt and she grunted from the force of it. 

She moaned loudly, partly from his slow fucking, partly from his incendiary words. "He'd called her a whore!" she told herself, and she agreed with him. The fact was that she was proud to hear him call her a whore. She loved to fuck, but had never been sure if she were a slut or a whore, because to her way of thinking whores took money for their services, whereas she did it for the pure unadulterated joy of fucking.

Marlene glanced downward and swayed and writhed erotically against him as she saw his glistening cock emerge and then sink back into her frothy cunt. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, as lovers often do, with no visible anxiety about time or being watched by the others.

"I've gotta ask you, baby . . ."

"What?" She hissed as his cock glanced off her "G" spot.

"How long have you been screwing? You're terrific at it. It must have been a while now and you're kinda young."

"Fuck kinda question is that, you ask a girl?" She gasped thickly. Still, as she uttered the words her body lurched under him.

"I dunno," he said, "So c'mon, tell me, I wanna know."

"You prick! Just like all the others," she shouted and tried to disengage herself from his embrace, but couldn't. He'd expected it and made sure he had her trapped and for good measure wriggled his cock back and forth using different angles each time, managing to igniter yet another flame of passion within her.

"No, I really want to know!" He insisted.

"Maybe later," she whined. "Not now." 

"Yes, now" he demanded as he held her by the waist, keeping her pinned. Cable noticed that she made no attempt to break free, just kept rocking her pelvis back and forth maintaining the slimy friction of his snake as it glided along the walls of her cunt. 

"All right! All right!" She groaned. "Maybe three months ago I let some guys fuck me and I liked it and have been doing it as often as possible ever since. I've been gang banged and fucked everywhere. You name it, I've probably done it. Young guys, old guys, guys like you and Bernie and a few women along the way. I love to fuck; now get me off and then get off of me!" 

Finished with her tirade, Marlene began to cry, but still continued rocking her body into his, not willing or able to break contact with his wonderful cock. After a time he had her get on her hands and knees and entered her from behind.

She whimpered softly at the loss of his precious cock and then as she felt his warmth surge into her once again began writhing in unmistaken pleasure under him, her body lurching and rocking back and forth as she knelt on her forearms and knees. Slowly, Cable increased his tempo. His thrusts were shorter, but that matter naught to Marlene as she gasped and lunged back at his quivering shaft.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah!" She wailed thinly as her orgasm hit home.

"Take it! Take it you whore!" he gasped, moving now at a furious speed. Bernie, Peggy and Kathy all looked on amazed at the speed Cable was generating as his prick pummeled Marlene's cunt.

Her breasts shook violently as his hips swung powerfully back and forth, up and down, like a trip-hammer at full blast, driving his rampant cock deeply in and out of her flesh.

Suddenly he stopped and withdrew his glistening prick from her and beckoned to Bernie.

"Take over. She's coming but I want you to fuck her silly, can you do it?'

"I sure as hell will try," Bernie said, already affixing his hardon to Marlene's sodden opening.

Marlene watched aghast, but said nothing. Her mind wasn't working at all at the moment, but her facial expression was one of bewilderment. Still she was able to slip her hand along his shaft, and as he entered her, lightly run her fingertips along his balls as he sank into depths and began fucking her in a serious vent. Her belly rippled as another climax quickly arrived, causing her to grimace in pleasure.

*** Peggy and Kathy had long before turned back to one another, choosing to ignore the couple fucking beside them. They didn't notice the changing of the guard when Cable switched with Bernie, nor would they have cared if they had. They were deeply engrossed in each other.




More Dutch & Rosa Ch. 16



Kathy drove her tongue inside Peggy's frothy labia, slurping and sucking at her, reveling in the feel of her legs clenched around her back. She elicited a soft shriek from Peggy by biting on her pussy lips between her teeth; and followed up by running her pointed tongue between the cheeks of her ass to her anus, and then licking it.

Peggy was certainly an enthusiastic recipient to Kathy's actions. Her hips bucked into Kathy's face and her clitoris swelled until it was nearly the size of her stiffened nipples. Peggy's longing fingers reached down and began fondling Kathy's tits and her almost painfully throbbing nipples.

Then Kathy went after her clit, stabbing at it with her tongue until Peggy began begging her for "More, more, more."

At which point she took the swollen nubbin between her lips and started to suck on it. Peggy went wild, slamming her hips and pelvis into Kathy's cum covered face. Peggy continued moaning and whining as Kathy attacked her clit, adding and subtracting various levels of pressure and then ramming two fingers into her already flowing cunt.

Wresting her face away from Peggy's clit for a moment, Kathy called out, "Can you smell that pussy now?"

Peggy moaned again.

Cable hoarsely responded, "Jesus, I sure can," and began stroking his cock anxious to fuck someone, anyone once more.

Marlene heard it too, and reacted courageously even though she was in a sexual stupor.

"C'mere Cable," she croaked as Bernie slammed his cock into her, and directed his cock between her lips saving Kathy and Peggy's virginity for another to take at a later time. 

"Ohhhh," Peggy moaned again and then wanting to reciprocate, squirmed around so that she had better access to Kathy's cunt; and then almost desperate to place her mouth on the cunt before her, groaned again. A second later her tongue was sliding softly, slowly between Kathy's thickly swollen lips, not halting until she too had a rapidly pulsating clitoris between her lips.

But Kathy continued her onslaught upon Peggy's twat and soon Peggy completely succumbed to Kathy's dominant sexual play and passively lay back to allow Kathy to do with her as she wanted.

Kathy was on a Sappho-like rampage, creating a virtual litany of lust causing Peggy to focus on nothing but the long tongue now pressing deep into her pussy. Moaning contentedly, she wrapped her thighs around Kathy's ears and pressed them hard against her.

Unlike their previous liaisons together, this time for reasons even Kathy couldn't fathom, she deliberately slowed down and thereby prolonged Peggy's climb to an orgasm.

Time after time Peggy thought she was coming, but Kathy's technique prevented the exquisite release she sought. Peggy started to thrash as the need for release grew and grew. Her arms slammed down on the hard flooring of the van as the uncontrolled fury and passion between her thighs drove her insane.

"I gotta . . . I gotta cum!" She slammed the floor once again.

Kathy sucked her clit between her lips and then released it, hovering scant inches away, waiting for Peggy's reaction.

"Let me cum, damn you!"

Kathy's tongue flickered over the exposed, gaping labia in front of her and into Peggy's cunt.

"Shit! Fuck! Make me cum damn you!"

The van shook with the fury of her arousal.

"PLEASE!" 

She was reduced to begging and apparently this was what Kathy was waiting for.

Closing her lips tightly over Peggy's tormented clitoris, she began sucking it as if it were a cock. Suddenly Peggy went rigid and a moment later the release swept over her as white heat poured from her pulsating pussy and into Kathy's face.

Peggy was trembling, shaking and crying. Her breath, what there was of it, came in short gasps.

A minute or so later as the impact of her climax began to subside, Kathy did it again, sucking hard on Peggy's clit and to Peggy's surprise another orgasm followed, even stronger than the first.

Kathy raised her mouth from Peggy's quivering quim, her face dripping wet, a satisfied smile upon it. "Did you like that?" she asked sweetly. But Peggy had passed out in the middle of a wild groan that ended with a soft hiss of air. Her body continued to quiver and shake as her volatile climax continued even though she was now unaware of events around her.

Kathy held her close and stroked her back and arms. Kathy, who was already satiated from Peggy's earlier tender ministrations to her pussy smiled tenderly and cradled Peggy's head in the crook of her arm. And as Peggy dozed, Kathy's attention turned back to Marlene and the two men fucking her.

*** Bernie caressed Marlene's back in a gentle fashion, his hands gliding up and down her smooth flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently in return. Cable held his turgid prick to her lips waiting for her to take him in her mouth again.

"Shit, that feels so good, Bernie," she murmured and distaining Cable's cock for a moment, kissed Bernie, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth.

Cable waited patiently, glancing over at Kathy and Peggy, hoping one of them would signal him that they were willing to participate with him. He realized that the darker haired girl seemed to be sleeping and concentrated his attention upon the blonde. 

But while she held his eye for a moment, she didn't send any sort of message that she wanted his cock. Cable concluded that she was a lesbian and only a lesbian. He knew, at least he had heard, that some girls were bi-sexual, but evidently this one was not.

Then Marlene's kiss broke off and she reached for him and placed him back in her hot, little mouth, sucking voraciously on the head of his cock and sending shivers of delight through Cable's body. He forgot all about Kathy.

Marlene's hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on Bernie's erection. She groaned and her back arched slowly, milking Bernie's cock with her pussy as she did the same to Cable with her mouth.

"Nothing like two at a time," she though as a mild climax took hold, causing her to go still while its current swept over her.

And then, ever so slowly, she began to rock up and down on Bernie's cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of it. Her belly rippled inward and she hissed with pleasure from the wonderful sensations his prick was causing as it slither against her vaginal walls.

Hearing Cable groan and then feeling him swell within her mouth, she began sucking with a new intensity and he exploded a meager load into the deep recesses of her throat. She blew him until certain he was fully sated and then gently removed his flaccid member and returned her full attention to the surprisingly limber Bernie.

"You're a great lay, baby," she whispered into his ear before licking it with her molten tongue and leaving a slight residue of Cable's sperm to mingle with the wax already there.

"You're pretty good yourself, kiddo," he replied and she knew he meant it. 

Bernie was hoping they might get together again and quietly asked her if she'd give him her number.

"Sure," she smiled and then paused in her fucking, leaving his cock half in and half out of her dripping cunt. 

"What's wrong?" Bernie asked.

"Nothing," she said and began giggling.

"Watch this," she said after her giggles had passed. And clamping her buttocks tight, squeezing his prick with her cunt, causing him to gasp with pleasure.

"Oh, yeah!" He groaned. "Wanna fuck, do ya?" He said and promptly rammed himself deeply into her to Marlene's delight.

"Oh, fuck yes! Oh, God yes!" she cried. "Come on! Come on, do me! She yelled her face flushed with lust, and mouth hanging open as she panted like a dog in heat.

Cable sat alongside them, watching but finished for the night as a participant. He marveled at the sight of Marlene's tits flouncing and bouncing as she straddled Bernie's cock fucking in wild abandon.

'That girl sure loves to fuck,' he told himself. 

Gasping and crying out lewdly, Marlene moved faster and faster, her ass caroming off his thighs. She reached behind her and squeezed his balls excitedly for a moment then spreading her fingers apart, placed her palm at the top of her mons and applied pressure which added to her joyous sensations. Seeking even more intense gratification, Marlene's fingers began to caress her clit vigorously, while Bernie nearing his own climax began to lift her up and down on his cock, driving it into her as a seemingly impossible pace. 

Hissing his pleasure, Bernie began to come, and jerked her body down savagely onto his prick, compelling her to cry out in a combination of pain and pleasure.

She was coming too. Her head thrown back, eyes shut and moaning loudly. They finished fucking by remaining almost still on one another. Bernie's prick jerking sporadically as it emptied it's fluids into her; Marlene's cunt clutching him, squeezing the last of his seed from his fast shrinking member. Finally and with great reluctance, she rolled away from him and lay on the carpeted flooring of the van, panting and staring vacant-eyed at the ceiling.

Perhaps five minutes passed and then Kathy spoke. "Maybe we should be getting on home now, ya think?"

Bernie grumbled something in audile.

Cable spoke more clearly. "Yeah, you're right kiddo. Let's get the show on the road. And he got up and moved behind the wheel started the engine and they were moving to Los Angeles again.

As they reached Kathy's home the guys asked that the girls take their numbers. They realized that being so much older it wouldn't do to be calling the girls at home. And they did want to see them again, especially Marlene. The girls did promise to call; at least Marlene did, the others just nodded while anxiously looking around to see if anyone had noticed their 5:30 AM arrival.

The guys drove off and the three girls huddled at Kathy's front door.

"Peggy," Kathy said, "you can stay, we'll say it was an overnighter. Marlene, you're welcome to stay, but I think your folks won't buy it. You might be better off sneaking in."

"Yeah," she said. "They never get up until 7 -- 7:30 and I left my bedroom window open, so I can probably get in without them knowing I was gone. Shit, that's how I snuck out. I just hope no one checked on me while I was gone."

"Good luck," Peggy and Kathy said together, and Marlene trotted off. Peggy and Kathy went inside and crashed in Kathy's bedroom.

They were awakened around eleven when Dutch and Rosa came home. Kathy greeted them and said that Peggy had joined her for a sleepover and asked how the party had gone.

"It was a good one," Rosa responded. It might have lasted a little too late in the evening for me."

"We slept over anyway. They have plenty room in their big house, more than enough room to go 'round," Dutch added with a yawn. "If its okay with you kids I'm going to grab another hour or so of sleep."

Rosa pouted for a moment then smiled. "Sure go ahead, honey, but I'm a working girl and I've got to change and get to the office."

"I hope it's worth it," he said. "Perhaps you'll sell a couple of homes today," he said already looking over his shoulder as he headed into the bedroom.

The two teens looked at each other. Kathy said, "Mom, I'm going to run Peggy home. I won't be long.

Rosa smiled at the girls and said, "That's all right, he's going to sleep for a few hours and I'll be at work. Take as long as you want. I'll see you all for dinner. Oh, and Peggy, tell your Mom I said hello, will you?"

"I sure will and thank you for the sleepover."

"Go on get out of here, you two," Rosa said and laughed.



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Chapter 17

Formerly 41 of The Gathering 

The Nipple Piercing

10/19/99 

Rosa bit into her doughnut and grimaced with the knowledge that although the doughy morsel was delicious, it wouldn't do either her figure or her heart any good. Rolling her eyes, she swallowed it with a gulp of coffee, managing to spill some that dribbled in a thin line down her chin.

"Christ, I'm not very lady-like this morning, am I?" she asked herself as she wiped her chin with a napkin. "What the hell, after being with the Rourk's and those super-hung guys the other night my hands are still not steady."

Still, she laughed to herself as she disposed of the doughnut, reflecting that her pussy was still sore after the marathon fuck-fest that she and the others had had at the Rourk's. She laughed again as she recalled fending Dutch off last night. 'Now that was a first,' she thought, remembering his hands being all over her and how she had resisted his best efforts, pleading soreness for the first time in their relationship and persuading him to accept a blowjob instead.

'He was a prince among men' she told herself. 

'With a cock that was . . . stupendous? Well, what could she say about him and/or it? It was a magnificent weapon, if indeed it was a weapon.' 

Feeling randy for the first time since the orgy, she waltzed into the office, ignoring the stares of the boorish guys already at their desks and sat down at her desk and began to thumb through the pile of prospective clients that might or might not be dropping by or calling in that day.

Soon she was lost in the mundane activities of the realty business. Cynthia, the receptionist at the office, came in late as usual, with a loopier than normal expression on her face. She looked as if she had a secret and it was a good one.

Rosa noticed this right away, but had no time to waste wondering, she guessed it might be an illegal substance of some kind, but really didn't care all that much, she needed to sell a property and soon if she were going to win the latest contest among the sales force.

Some forty minutes passed and after hanging up the phone with a good prospect, Rosa took a good look at Cynthia. 

"All right, I can tell that you're dying to tell me something. What is it?"

"I got another one," she giggled inanely.

"You got another ---?" Rosa made an awkward hand gesture, waving it as if to say --- What?"

Cynthia put thumb and forefinger together, as if gripping a needle and thrust forward. "A piercing," she said in a loud whisper.

How was Rosa supposed to notice? The girl already had both ears pierced to the hilt, not just the lobes, but all up around the outside of the ear, with a little gold circlet for each hole. And, inevitably, there was a faux diamond stud in her nose, which Rosa hoped Cynthia would live to regret. Because barring an overdose of Ecstasy, or a losing bout with some STD, Cynthia would wake up and find herself a fifty-year-old woman with fallen arches and varicose veins and a fucking ring in her nose.

She studied the girl. What had she added? Nothing in her eyebrows . . . God, not a tongue stud?

"Not your tongue," she said, and Cynthia extended the organ in question and no, it was whole and untouched, and from their past sexual dalliances it was just the least bit provocative.

"Okay I give up," Rosa said.

Cynthia giggled, and yanked down the front of her scoop-necked blouse; exposing two plump and pert breasts and one of them had a gold stud in the nipple.

Rosa looked around in alarm, but no clients were in the office at the moment. Rosa knew that could change at any time and told Cynthia, "My office, now and close the damn door."

Cynthia calmly tucked her treasures away and went into the office and after Rosa entered, closed the door. 

"When did you ---?"

"Friday, right after I left here."

"How the hell ---?"

"I know, I know," Cynthia said, "I didn't think I could go through with it. I thought, oh shit, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"But why?"

"Well she puts ice on it first, and that numbs it up a little, and ---"

"No, that's not what I meant. Why do it? Why even have it done?'

Cynthia appeared to have a problem with Rosa's question. "I don't know," she said, "I've been wanting to do it for ages. And I heard about this woman, that she's really, really good, and like the person to go to if you're serious about piercing."

"You're not concerned about infection?"

The girl gave Rosa a dumb look. "I never had any problems before."

"But the location . . ." Rosa found herself thinking about Kathy and how close she was to wanting to do something similar and made a mental note to talk to her about it.

"You just turn it once a day," Cynthia prattled on, "same as with an earring and, you know, put alcohol on it. It's easier than the earrings 'cause you can see what you're doing."

She let it go at that, but later, just before closing, she told Cynthia she still couldn't understand why she had this urge to get her nipple pierced in the first place.

"It's exciting, Rosa. It's like this secret thing. It's like a sex secret."

"I see," obviously Rosa did not, but felt she had to respond.

"Plus," Cynthia went on, "It's just plain hot."

"Like a turn on for all the guys?"

"Probably . . . but what I meant is that it's . . . " she paused and brought her fingers to her breast, "You know how it feels when someone plays with your nipple and it gets hard? Or when you do it yourself?

Rosa nodded.

"Well, that's how you feel all the time."

***

Rosa was at a stage in her where from which she didn't want to miss anything. Now that she had met Dutch her sex life was soaring to new heights. They had tried it with another couple -- Alice and Robert; they had seduced Cynthia during one of Dutch's office visits --- well it was more like inviting her to join in with them. And the others: Doctor Sharon and her nurse; and Molly; and picking up that poor woman who was murdered later the same night; and Marilyn, Dutch's ex-wife . . . doing her under the table . . . and so much more.

Cynthia had said, "That's how you feel all the time," and those words had provided a jolt to Rosa's loins --- almost as though Dutch had licked her there. Her horniness was almost overpowering and she was tempted to seduce Cynthia then and there.

But her sense of survival warned against it. Too many people nearby, anyone of whom might walk into her office, which she was not allowed to lock.

And so it was that she began to think about it. Why shouldn't she get her nipple pierced?

How painful could it be? If she didn't like the result, she could take the ring out and let the nipple heal. And if it really had you excited all the time . . .

Minutes later she had made an appointment with the woman who had done Cynthia's piercing and left the office, ostensibly to meet with a client. Cynthia was so overcome by the situation that she couldn't refrain from teasing her pierced nipple and was forced into the stall of the ladies room to masturbate in order to calm down.

***

Rosa didn't have to travel very far, perhaps 5 city blocks before reaching the building where Cynthia had gotten her piercing. She was surprised to see it was an apartment building and then told herself that piercing was not that big a business and why couldn't one do it from home?

Rosa was buzzed in and rode the elevator to the fourth floor. A woman about Rosa's age answered the door and extended her hand.

"I'm Nicki," she said with a slight smile.

"Rosa," Rosa said accepting her hand and finding it smooth and firm, shook it twice and released it. "Pleased to meet you."

"You, err, were recommended by Cynthia Bongiavano?"

"Yes, she . . . she's an employee of mine. I sell real estate."

"You two don't appear to have a lot in common . . . taste wise, I mean, fashion type, age and of course I expect you ear a great deal more than she."

Rosa chose to ignore Nicki's opening and said, "How is it you don't have any piercings?" And, when Nicki put a finger to an earlobe in reply, "Besides that. I mean, everybody has pierced ears."

Nicki gave her that slight smile again and said, "The others don't show."

"Your nipples? You've done your nipples?"

"Would you like to see?"

Once again there was the slightest smile on Nicki's full lips, and Rosa sensed that the woman was playing with her. She knew that she could resist, or she could let herself be played with. And what on earth would resistance gain her?

And so, she nodded.

Nicki reached behind her neck, unfastened a clasp, and let the white shift fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and she was the same golden brown color all over. Rosa was sure that some of the color came from the sun, because she could almost smell the sun on Nicki's skin. 

The woman's figure was exquisite, slim at the waist, just full enough at the hips to be feminine. Her breasts were as firm as a girl's and of a size to fit the hand, and both nipples were pierced, sporting gold studs identical to the one's in her ears.

Rosa felt lightheaded, felt a tingling in the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet. She had never been so moved by the physical beauty of another human being. She felt foolish staring at her like she was, but sensed the woman was willing to be stared at. This was confirmed when Nicki raised her arms over her head and pirouetted slowly around, like a slave girl displaying herself in an Eastern market.

Nicki had no body hair at all. Not on her legs, nor under her arms, not at her crotch. There was the faintest trace of sun-bleached golden down on her arms, but that was all. 

"I'd recommend studs," Nicki said, touching her own for illustration. "Certainly at first and for general wear. They don't show until you want them to. And you can always switch to hoops for special occasions. Do you like the way they look?"

Rosa's mouth was dry and it took a second for her to work her voice.

"Very much."

"There's more, if you're interested."

"More?"

"More piercings."

But she'd seen the woman, front to back, top to bottom. How could there be more piercings?"

'Were there tongue studs?' She thought, 'but wouldn't she have noticed it? And wouldn't she have simply stuck out her tongue?'

She thought for a second, 'No it wasn't a tongue stud, it couldn't be.'

"Are you interested?'

Rosa nodded.

"You have to say so. You have to ask to see it.'

"Please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Please show me."

Nicki backed up, sat down on a carpeted ledge, a pillow beneath her bottom. She opened her legs to reveal gold hoops half an inch in diameter affixed to her labia. The sight was not a complete surprise for by this time Rosa had guessed what she'd see and where she'd see it. But there was something so intimate about the display that emotion flowed over her like a wave. She thought she might cry, or cry out.

"Rings," Nicki said, "because studs would sort of get lost here. And so you can do this."

And she took a ring between each thumb and forefinger and opened herself up.

Rosa stood there. Her heart was pounding, tolling like a bell in her chest. 

"Go ahead," Nicki told her.

Rosa sank to her knees and gingerly started running her hands over Nicki's bronzed thighs eventually closing in on her pussy. The seated woman barely stirred at the touch. In an almost desperate move to elicit a positive reaction, Rosa lightly brushed across Nicki's clit causing her to draw in her breath in a delicate gasp. Having restored her confidence, Rosa worked her middle finger between Nicki's ringed labia reveling in the familiar heat of a woman's loins. 

Nicki's legs moved further apart.

The finger delved inward, rubbing against the inner walls, skimming against the wetness that was increasing with every passing moment. 

"Does that feel all right?" Rosa asked with some concern.

"Another finger would be nice," the woman said calmly.

And a second finger followed the first.

They stared at one another briefly and when Nicki smiled that slight smile once again, Rosa doubled the pace of her thrusting.

Nicki's hips gave an involuntary lurch toward Rosa and then began moving in rhythm to her thrusts. An almost inaudible grunt passed her lips and her smile grew wider.

Rosa withdrew both fingers from her center and pushed Nicki's legs further apart and then bent her face into her cunt, licking long and lasciviously along each of Nicki's larger lip, making sure she tugged lightly on each ring in turn.

"You're all I had hoped you would be," Nicki gasped.

When Rosa looked up she saw the woman biting her lower lip, as if willing Rosa to do the same down below.

Rosa did bite her then and felt her entire body quiver with delight. And after hesitating briefly she bit harder and quickly changed tactics, sending her loving tongue into Nicki's slit and licking round and round, tasting the woman's juices as they began coating her tongue.

She kept licking and sucking on the woman's pussy, almost overwhelmed by her taste. It was the most exquisite pussy she'd ever had and she wasn't sure if she would ever get enough of it.

Nicki shuddered and groaned as Rosa's tongue flicked her clitoris. And she cried out when Rosa's fingers caressed a breast before closing down on her pierced nipple. Rosa's mouth descended upon the cunt in front of her and covered it in its entirety, sucking voraciously upon it.

Nicki bucked up at her, her hips taking on a life of their own as they rose to meet each deep swipe of Rosa's tongue. Rosa knew the woman was enjoying the fact that she was proceeding at a pace that would ultimately provide her with a stupendous orgasm and would in all likely hood do the same for her.

"You're my angel!" Nicki moaned and clamped her thighs tightly against Rosa's ears.

"Ease up!" Rosa cried out and Nicki immediately forced her thighs to relax somewhat, willing herself to hold off her pending release.

Grateful that her head was no longer in a vise-like grip, Rosa concentrated her efforts on Nicki's protruding clit, sealing her lips around it and pulling on it, over and over and over. Nicki's arms began to jerk up and down as she started to lose control.

Her face a grimace of lust, Nicki cried out, "I'm tryin' to hold back . . . please don't get me there to soon."

"But you're so hot!" Rosa managed after releasing the stiffened nub for a second.

"You think you're hot!" Nicki snarled as she pulled hard on her nipple piercing, stretching her nipple out and additional inch. "Oh, God . . . I'm so fucking . . . you are good! You are so fucking good!"

Rosa took her to the very brink of orgasm and then backed off until she felt Nicki's tension ease somewhat and then she began again, pressing her hips down, sliding a finger into her and seeking out her "G" Spot and circling the area as Nicki's orgasm built up to the point of no return.

The room was filled with one long, continuous moan, coming from Nicki's taut vocal cords. Nicki's whole torso vibrated each time the finger reentered her cunt -- each time Rosa's tongue licked her tuning fork of a clitoris.

Rosa intensified her efforts.

Nicki's head was now rocking from side to side. Her eyes were open, but unfocused.

"Come for me, baby," Rosa cooed and smacked Nicki's pussy with her hand.

"Come for me, baby," she repeated and again smacked the pussy, this time a little harder.

Suddenly Nicki's whole body arched off the chair and she screamed out in delirious joy as she gushed a piss-like stream from her cunt directly into Rosa's face.

Nicki trembled, groaned and tried to breathe, taking short gasping gulps of air. And when Rosa clamped her mouth to Nicki's pulsating pussy in order to capture the remaining juice spurting at her, a second climax took Nicki and slammed her back into the chair, breaking the suction of Rosa's mouth upon her. Rosa climbed into her lap and held her close, stoking her face, shoulders and arms, helping Nicki to calm down and sink into a rapturous state of sexual bliss.

Rosa took a moment to admire the woman and the sexual flush residing in her beautiful face and the halo of hair spilling over her shoulders before kissing her on the lips.

They remained in place, allowing the sensations of Nicki's orgasms to defuse.

****

Afterward, Nicki made coffee and they talked about themselves. Actually Rosa did most of the talking and when some forty minutes had passed Nicki smiled that peculiar smile of hers and motioned for Rosa to stand and led her into the next room where the piercing was to be done.

To Rosa it looked like an operating room, with white walls and a white tile floor. There was a padded table and a high-backed chair. There was a shelf of books and a copy of Gray's Anatomy open on top of a small metal cabinet.

Rosa undressed in this other room, her eyes averted for some reason as Nicki donned the white shift again. Rosa could have left her slacks on, but she took everything off, blouse, bra, slacks and panties.

And then waited for Nicki to indicate where she was to sit, but the woman made no sign. Just as a puzzled frown formed on Rosa's face, she noted that the far wall was curtained and something made Rosa ask what was behind the curtain.

"Sometimes it's difficult to keep oneself still," Nicki said as she sorted in a carton for various implements and lotions she would be using, "Fear, pain, excitement --- one moves, and its better not to move."

"I can keep still."

"Then too, sometimes it's better to be able to let go." That said, Nicki drew the curtain and behind it stood a black metal frame in the shape of an X. There were wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the four arms of the device. 

Wordlessly, Rosa backed up to the device and allowed Nicki to fasten the cuffs. Nicki added a hood a moment later and Rosa's mouth was covered preventing her from crying out. Only then did she realize she'd forgotten to tell Nicki which nipple to pierce.

Worse, Nicki hadn't asked, so it would be her choice. Suddenly all the tension that had mounting up in Rosa dissipated. She was calm and without fear. 

Then Nicki was touching the tips of both breasts at once. Rosa found her touch feather light. Both nipples were already firm and fully extended and a pleasant tingle went from the aureole to her dampened pussy.

The touching finally stopped for a moment and then Rosa felt Nicki's mouth descend on her left breast and then the right. Making her choice, Rosa thought and her body flushed as she thought, "And I didn't."

Nicki chose the right breast and a moment later, Rosa felt fire there; and then realized that it was really ice. "Odd," she thought, "how you could mistake one sensation for its opposite, cold for hot. Odd, how the ice, numbing her nipple, sent a current of energy coursing through the rest of her body."

Something brushed her nose. It had the scent of oranges. Then she felt the sensation she had planned to steel herself against and forgotten to do. And Nicki was sending the needle through her nipple. Rosa opened herself up to the sensation, thinking, "God, it was too much," and just as quickly told herself, "but no, it was not too much. It's only pain."

Suddenly the hood was off and Rosa could look down and see the gold stud that had been thrust through her right nipple. There was a little gold bead showing on either side.

Through a kind of mind fog Rosa heard Nicki asking how she felt.

It took her a moment to realize that she could now speak. "Good," she said. "What was the orange for?"

"To stick the needle in, otherwise I might stick myself."

"Oh."

Nicki leaned close and kissed the other nipple.

"Do that one too," Rosa said knowing she would come with the touch of the needle.




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Before her mouth was covered she managed to speak again. "No ice this time."

***

Afterward they adjourned to Nicki's bedroom, and Nicki demonstrated a style of cunnilingus Rosa had not thought existed. Nicki's mouth was on hers, moving hot and wet and all the pent up emotions Rosa had held in check the entire day roared to the surface and she was writhing under Nicki's magnificent mouth and fingers.

It took some maneuvering, but Nicki managed to seize her breast and pressing her face into it, covered it with her mouth.

With the first suck on her tit, Rosa's orgasm erupted. She was barely conscious of Nicki's thigh pushing her legs apart. She would have gladly spread them on her own, but hadn't thought to do so. But the pressure of Nicki's thigh on her crotch heightened her climax and when she ground her hip into Rosa, Rosa cried out, "God, Yes!"

"Is this to rough for you?" Nicki asked.

"No, I'm coming already! Do you believe . . ."

"Oh, I believe, all right. Keep coming as much as you want, sweetie."

"Oh, yeah, Oh, yeah!"

Nicki paused for a moment and reached over to the bedside table for a tube of lubricant.

"Have you ever been fisted Rosa?"

"I . . . I . . . NO!"

"I think you might like a good fisting. Let's try it shall we?"

Rosa bit her lip and closed her eyes as Nicki drizzled the jelly into her cunt. A little to start and then she was swirling her fingers around the labia and mouth of her opening. Making certain she covered the entire area, missing nothing.

As Rosa's climax began to recede, Nicki began rubbing the jelly onto her clit and the rush renewed itself. And when Nicki's fingers entered her, Rosa experienced no noticeable problems as she had taken four fingers many times with Alice and of course even Dutch and her own, but when Nicki slid her thumb in she grunted with some pain and Nicki kept her hand still for several minutes, nuzzling her breasts and kissing her on the lips.

Rosa tried to be of help and spread her legs wider, as far as she could without physical discomfort. Nicki began fucking her again, pressing down on Rosa's thigh with one hand while the other continued to glide in and out of her.

Nicki paused to add more of the jelly and then went back to fisting Rosa, urging her hand in a little further with each thrust. Her hand was getting closer to the knuckles now and Rosa was groaning from both pain and from the steady orgasm that surprisingly didn't seem to have and end.

She could hear Nicki's heavy breathing, no doubt caused by the exertion involved in the fisting itself, she wanted her to go faster and thought that would intensify the stage of her current orgasm to yet another, higher level. But Nicki went slower and slower. 

Then Rosa heard Nicki trying to coax her to do something. She strained her ears and then understood what Nicki was whispering.

"You can do it, Rosa . . . come on, relax. Let me in. Let me all the way in."

"What can I . . ." Rosa started to say, but was interrupted by a gasp of frustration from Nicki, followed by, "C'mon, open sesame, baby, open sesame!"

"I can't . . .tryin' . . ."

"Relax, Rosa, just relax," Nicki cooed in her ear.

"Open way wide for me," Nicki whispered as she added even more of the lubricant to Rosa's cunt and her own fist. 

Rosa grimaced, but remained stoically silent. It was Nicki who was grunting with effort, pushing, pushing, pushing as Rosa silently twisted under her hand. Suddenly Rosa felt as if she was going to pee and knowing but yet not knowing what was happening, tried to pee as Nicki rammed her fist into her.

Suddenly Nicki's hand slid into her with a quiet sucking noise, and the pain vanished, replaced by the beginnings of a fantastic orgasm that overpowered the previous ones by a country mile.

Rosa glanced downward and was astonished to see Nicki's wrist disappearing into her gaping cunt. 

"Was I this wide open when Kathy was born," she wondered, and was terrified that she would be torn asunder by Nicki's plundering fist.

But as the fist churned inside her, Rosa started to feel comfortable with it, especially when Nicki began opening and closing her fingers. The sensation was similar to that of having the hand fucking her entire being, with sensuous sensation after sensation.

And as Rosa continued to come, she started quivering and screaming, unable to stop. And she kept coming even after Nicki's fist had withdrawn.

Thirty minutes later, lying on the bed again after a shower in which Nicki had to support Rosa in the stall, Rosa's body was still vibrating from the climaxes and dizzy from the total emotional roller coaster ride Nicki had bestowed upon her. 

Rosa lay still, enjoying the postlovemaking languor, feeling the sweat cooling on her skin, conscious for the first time of the soreness on the tips of her breasts. She thought of Nicki's hairless loins, and without preamble said, "Isn't it a nuisance having to have it waxed?"

"I do it myself."

"Really?" And she moved her head to stare at Nicki.

"It could be a nuisance, but I despise body hair.'

"I remember I was so excited when I started to get some."

"Well, I was excited when I got my first period." Nicki said. And I was excited a few years later when I didn't get it."

"Was it a boy or a girl? Rosa asked with a smile.

"They never told me," Nicki replied somberly. "For some reason I've always thought of it as a girl, but I don't really know.'

"I'm sorry," Rosa said and meant it.

Changing the subject, Rosa said, "I've mostly been with men. But I like women too. I've got a man, we're engaged and I love him dearly, but he's never going to be satisfied with one woman, so we find other, willing partners, and as long as they are clean . . . sexually clean, I mean, well, you know." 

"You find them for him?"

"Sometimes, but not always," she giggled. "He goes to a certain doctor, a female, and she provides many leads to others and joins us on occasion. I've found women in bars and elsewhere that have been more than willing to join us. Would you be interested?" 

"No, that's not my style, I'm mostly by myself. When I do the waxing, for example, I make a ritual of it, music and candlelight, scented oils. I'll spend hours. So it's as much a pleasure as a nuisance."

"Do you think I'm a whore?'

"No," she laughed and it had a radiant tinkle to it. "Not at all, I will say this though, I don't do this with my clients, make love to them I mean."

"Never?"

"Maybe three times in all the time I've been doing this. Today, for some reason, I wanted you. I don't know why. It won't happen again."

"If I return for another piercing?"

"I'll be happy to pierce you and that will be all that happens."

"And if I decide to have a waxing?"

"I'll be happy to provide the name of someone to you."

"I see," Her tone carried her disappointment.

Nicki kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Alcohol on a cotton ball several times a day. Rotate the posts once a day. Take aspirin for the pain."

Rosa put her bra on to prevent her sore nipples from rubbing against her blouse as she walked about the room. When she finished dressing, she reached for her purse to pay Nicki for the piercings.

"I enjoyed the experience, there's no charge," Nicki said with a broad smile.

"But the studs . . . ."

"They're a gift. We won't make love again, but I will think of you as I masturbate," she said holding the door open for Rosa, who played back the entire afternoon as she stepped through the door. 

She turned and hugged Nicki, and a searing pain tore through her body. But Rosa ignored it as she kissed Nicki for the last time, and with tears running down her face from the self-inflicted pain and tremendous sense of loss she turned away and left to go home.

By the time she reached her car, her nipples were tingling with excitement. Her pussy was dripping with excitement, but there was no trace of pain.

***

Dutch loved her piercing. He had stared at her breasts for over thirty minutes before taking her from behind, careful not to inflict any pain to her breasts and didn't note the looseness of her overly stretched cunt. Not that Rosa would have cared either way; she had discovered she liked the pain for some reason.

In the days that followed, as Cynthia had promised, her nipples tingled constantly sending tiny signals to her pussy. The soreness faded, but the constant tingling remained and she was always in a state of low-level arousal. Rosa couldn't keep her hands off herself. Couldn't stop watching herself touching herself and once encouraged, Dutch was only to glad to do the same to her. When they finished fucking and lay there utterly wiped out, the tingling still reverberated through those nipples, and she thought of Nicki and smiled.