Ibiza Nights

Kate and Mark had planned to meet at eight by the pool. She'd showered after swimming, then headed for the fashionable San Antonio area to purchase a few things she'd seen while window shopping the day before. Now, waiting by the pool where they'd tanned in toasty afternoon sun, thoughts strayed as she reflected on their new relationship. Though still unsure she was entirely intrigued.

Exciting, mysterious, self possessed and sexual, Mark's sense of humour prevailed when good judgment failed, an attribute attracting her to him as much as anything. Dressing to please him as much as herself, she sensed he was enthralled by her looks and style more than he'd admit. Perhaps it would have been easier if he wasn't so advertent where she was concerned, his attentions making her even more self-conscious of how men saw her. Beautifully sensual to the point of near embarrassment, she wasn't unaware of men's lustful gazes following her everywhere.

At five foot seven, she was almost tall enough to be a fashion model, endowed with all those best assets. Slim yet curvaceous, legs and buns best body features, Nordic bone structure, large wide set pale-blue eyes and waist-length thick straight golden-blonde hair made everyone stare. Every guest at pool-side had stared when she stood to dive in, starring more when she returned dripping wet to the blanket. Temperature changes made prominent conical nipples harden and lengthen, stretching her swimsuit top in the most provocative manner, making her so self conscious she lay down immediately on her stomach. A sexy red mono-kini enhanced a lusciously-edible figure, high-cut sides making already long legs look even longer, almost backless design framing flawless shoulders, a gracefully-scooping front making perfectly-shaped breasts look better than silicone implants under thin Lycra-Spandex fabric. They weren't, of course and when she moved, they moved just enough to establish authenticity.

Knowing how much Mark enjoyed it, and because she wore such swimsuits, Kate shaved her entire crotch to the smoothness of a baby's bottom. Sometimes she let Mark shave her, luxuriating in his obvious pleasure while engaged in the risky act. She specially liked what he did afterward too, her hairless sex even more sensitive to lustful caresses of a talented, ardent and indefatigable tongue.

Then he appeared, rounding the pool wearing casual white cotton, white stone-washed cotton shirt and expensive black Italian loafers without socks, the costume making his dark tan skin appear even darker.

"You're right on time," he smiled, glancing at his watch. "I love it. I hate waiting."

She could see his ice-blue eyes in the dancing light of the pool. Girls at pool-side had noticed him, too. With salt and pepper hair pulled back in a tail, clean-shaven trim good looks often made girls ask if he was in the entertainment business. If they only knew, she thought. They were alone now, pool-crowd off on the town, Jacuzzi pool empty and pumps quiet. Shades were drawn on poolside rooms and the entire place seemed a deserted ghost town. Sounds of club music floated by between sounds of traffic on Sunset, that busy street only a half block away. Mark smiled as he took her hand in his, a hand always warmer than hers.

"Don't be so distant," he teased, tipping her chin up with a fingertip. "Afraid I'll embarrass you again?"

Her face flushed with heat when she remembered how she'd rebuked him in hot sunshine when he'd been rubbing suntan oil on her back, oily fingers between her firm thighs so close to her sensitive crotch she was afraid he was going to feel her up in public. But the sensation of strong hands certainly felt wonderful, her muscles relaxing as he massaged hamstrings and a portion of gluteus exposed by the high-cut suit. Just as he had her on the brink of complete relaxation, he'd slipped a finger under the edge of her swimsuit, stroking her clitoris so deftly it hardened instantly, triggering sensitive pussy to a body-spasming orgasm. She'd squirmed reflexively and lightly slapped his hand.

"Mark," she'd hissed. "Not in public! Some one might see!"

He'd smiled and lay down beside her.

"They'd only be jealous," he'd said, licking his finger obscenely.

Now, exuding a dark, sexy fragrance in night air, his presence again induced a tingling sensation between her pussy-lips that grew overly intense. Sometimes it seemed her body knew more than she did.

"Un-un," she said, a delayed response to his question, "but sometimes you make me a little nervous"

Walking around her like a lion around a lamb, eying her in the pale glow of underwater lights, he paused behind and pulled up the back of her very short black stretch miniskirt.

"Very nice;" he murmured, "white panties. I like white panties, especially plain tight satin panties like the ones you're wearing. Spread your legs a little," he said, caressing satin half-covered cheeks of a muscle-firm arse.

It made him remember the thousand buck bid an X-rated film-maker had offered to let him film her behind. They'd been swimming in the pool. Climbing out and beaded with water droplets, Kate had bent over, drying that long golden hair when the man got up from his chaise and approached them. She'd blushed and declined, and he'd quickly upped the offer to twenty-five hundred but Mark had told him to leave her alone. The bald-headed man had returned to his seat, shaking his head in disappointment. For the next two days, he'd been unable to stop staring every time he saw Kate in her very revealing swimsuit.

Just the sound of Mark's voice made Kate quiver. Shifting here weight slightly, standing with feet a couple of feet apart, she glanced around to see if there was anyone who could see what he was doing. There wasn't a soul in sight as she felt fingers slide between the cheeks of her arse, teasing small plump pussy-lips covered by a single layer of smooth satin spanning her crotch, felt vaginal muscles spasming as warm cunt-juice soaked through the skintight material and ran down the insides of quivering tanned thighs.

"Feels like you're excited to see me," he chuckled, finger busy at play. "Have you been playing with yourself?"

"Not tonight," she giggled, unable to control emotions.

She hated giggling and tried her best not to, but loosing control, covered wide sensual mouth with hand for fear of being heard by someone passing. Slipping an arm around her waist, Mark brushed his lips across hers, the gesture making her quiver. Key to her mouth, his tongue opened her plump lips on the first kiss. Sagging in his arms as his tongue slid between generous lips, lightly probing the roof of her mouth, then under her sensitive tongue, she let him suck hers deeply into his mouth. If her panties had been damp, now they were soaked.

"You're making me really hot, Mark," she whispered, whole body quivering.

"You're a sexy girl, Kate," he whispered, caressing that satin-slick crotch that was getting warmer and wetter by the second. "I'm not the only one who thinks so. You've been driving that film-maker crazy."

So aroused it was difficult to keep standing with legs spread wide for exploring fingertips, she shook from sheer excitement, wiggling hard arse reflexively as he worked two fingers under the edge of skintight panties, sliding them deep into her smooth wet sheath and finger-fucking her from behind. Kate loved getting it from behind and nearly cried out as she felt herself coming but bit her lower lip to contain sounds wanting so desperately to escape. The climax gushed from the recesses of her deep throbbing cunt, leaving Mark's fingers drenched with warm slippery girl-juice.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, babe, I can feel you coming!" he whispered, pulling his fingers out of a now gooy warm cunt.

After examining them in the soft light of the pool he reached for her face, caressing her voluptuous open lips with sticky fingertips.

"Suck them!" he whispered. "Open your mouth; suck your cunt-juice off my fingers."

Lightheaded and surrendering, she let him slip pussy-soaked fingers between her full lips, familiar aroma and taste of hot cunt filling aroused senses, sagging against him as she greedily sucked up the generous evidence of her very juicy climax.

"I'm glad you like the taste of pussy!" he whispered, rubbing his groin against her firm high, tight arse.

Still holding his hand she sucked each finger clean, not letting go until she was sure she'd swallowed every trace of her climax. Unlike most girls, when Kate orgasmed it could fill a tea-cup, leaving a couple of earlier boyfriends surprised and a bit envious.

"Me too . . . " she whispered, licking full cover-girl lips, "but you make me so nervous! What if someone sees us out here? Let's go back to our room, Mark. Let's enjoy this. We'll think about it for a long time!" she urged, squirming with sexual urgency. "God, you sexy bastard, you've made me so hot!"

"Good," he smirked, "I have plans you'll enjoy."

He walked to the elevator, Kate following, knowing what she was letting herself in for, excited, aroused, yet at the same time afraid of her emotions. Unlocking the door, Mark followed her into their suite. They'd chosen the motel for its amenities. When wanting privacy, movie personalities used the place for business affairs. Elegantly appointed, the designer had done the room to the max. Walls were wood-paneled, furniture plush overstuffed dark leather. Thick oriental carpets covered the floor. Large mirrored walls reflected the bed strategically placed for entertainment, stained glass lamps on end-tables and rich drapery at windows gave the place an immediate sense it was a man's room. Holding her breath, she waited for Mark to say something.

"Nice playroom," he said, moving around the bar. "want to learn how to make a Martini? Come here. I brought some booze at the liquor store."

Selecting a glass and a small glass pitcher he filled it with ice from a canister. Carefully measuring out gin from an expensive-looking bottle, following that with a few drops of vermouth and a twist of lemon, he shook the mixture until crystal pitcher was slightly frosted before pouring the drink into glass.

"This is the way I like a Martini. Neat, straight up; just like you like cocks."

Kate blushed, madly. She'd made that comment days earlier while fellating him, an act she was beginning to crave as much as her other favourite sexual act, and here he was tossing words right back in her face. Hating to admit it, she loved his nasty talk.

"Hope you remember how to make this," he continued. "It's my favourite. Not hard. Think you can make one?" He glanced up as he sipped the drink. "Oh, by the way, open that closet; check inside."

She went to the closet and opened the door. Inside, a single small black suitcase sat on the floor.

"Bring it over here," he smiled. "Open it."

Picking it up, she returned to the large leather couch where Mark had seated himself.

"Go ahead. Open it," he grinned, mischievously.

The suitcase held an eccentric collection of erotic objects, including five-inch high-heel black pumps, two new pairs of smoky-tan European style self-gartered stockings, white satin Lycra-Spandex lingerie: a demi-bra, and two pairs of matching white satin Lycra-Spandex bikini thongs. The long black leather riding-quirt, a slim chrome eight inch long battery operated dildo, one very realistic crystal-clear ten inch cock with balls, an assortment of sex lubricants, police style chrome handcuffs and box of surgical latex rubber gloves made Kate giggle nervously. Her breathing quickened as she explored the contents of the suitcase. Mark was still grinning.

"What's all this?" she giggled. "Your traveling circus?"

"An interesting collection," he smiled. "Wondering why I asked you to get them?"

"Not really," she whispered, then giggled again. "I have a good idea! You're not going to make me pose for that film-maker, are you? You're not really going to make me suck him off?"

"Well; I'd almost forgotten about him."

"You're so bad, Mark! What am I going to do with you?"

"I have a few suggestions, but for beginners, peal-off those clothes, but not your panties. They're perfect for what I have in mind. Put on the stockings and heels. I'm sure they're your size. The bra, too. I have a video I want you to watch. I'll do the VCR while you change."

Kate removed the silk blouse, tight skirt and shoes. She wasn't wearing a bra and conical nipples hardened almost painfully as Mark watched her undress. Opening a package, she sat on the couch and pulled up the dark stockings, discovering to her delight that the unique garter design kept them snugly high on long shapely legs no matter what she might be doing. She hated saggy stockings, the reason she seldom wore them. Pantyhose were even worse and she was glad Mark detested them as much. The black spike heels were her size and the cute white Lycra-Spandex satin bra fit perfectly, lifting naturally-firm C-cup breasts even higher, dusty pink swollen nipples half exposed. Patting the arm of the couch, Mark picked up the remote.

"Come over here and sit on the floor next to me. I want you to watch this tape."

When he pressed the remote, the giant TV screen filled with a picture of a girl's face, one Kate didn't recognize. As more body came into view it became obvious the girl was wearing an almost identical costume. Focusing again on a sensuous face, the camera captured her unique Eurasian exotic good looks. Having to admit she was one of the prettiest girls she'd ever seen, Kate's heart beat faster when she realized the girl was kneeling between a man's thighs, the one holding the camera. Smiling lewdly, the girl moved closer to the lens as the lavender head of an erection came into focus. Cocks all look different and there was no doubt in Kate's mind that this thick uncircumcised one belonged to Mark. He'd filmed a girl about to give him head. With breathless curiosity as the girl wet voluptuous lips, Kate watched her take his swollen erection in a wanton mouth, sucking as though it was intoxicating.

Kate glanced at Mark. He was sipping his drink and watching the screen, smiling as the tape played out the moment of this highly-charged sexual encounter. No doubt the girl, whoever she was, was in love with what she was doing. Coming into the picture, Mark's hand offered the chrome dildo. There was no sound but Kate could see the girl was in heaven, using the dildo between her thighs as she fervently sucked his cock, arm movements a give-away as to what her unseen hand was doing.

"I wish we had some sound with the picture," smiled Mark, playing with the half-full Martini glass.

"Who is she?" asked Kate. "When did you film her?"

She wasn't the jealous type and Mark knew it.

"That's Gita. She's going to call in a few seconds. It's almost eight-thirty, isn't it?" As if on cue, the phone rang. "Answer it," he smiled, "it's for you."

Heart pounding, Kate picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

The connection was so perfect, the silky-smooth feminine voice sounded like she was in the same room.

"Hi! I'm glad you answered, Kate. This is Gita. Mark told me if I called at eight-thirty you'd probably be down on your knees. I'd love to see that! Am I interrupting anything?"

"Well . . . "

"I hope you're as hot as I am. I've been playing with myself tonight and my pussy is just burning! I wish you were here! I'd ask you to lick it! Are you watching the video?"

So aroused by the unexpected suggestion, Kate was almost speechless.

"How did you know we'd be here?"

"Mark wanted to surprise you. I hope you aren't jealous. That tape's a year old. We were, good friends back then. I met him on his first trip to India. I'm a stewardess." There was a pause before she continued. "What's he doing now?"

"He's enjoying a drink and your tape," blushed Kate, somewhat at odds to be talking on the phone about sex with some stranger who was fellating her new boyfriend on film. "Am I supposed to be watching this?"

"I wanted to meet you," the voice purred over the phone, "but knowing I couldn't get to Ibiza in time, I mailed the tape to Mark. That's why I'm calling, Kate. The tape and a phone call seemed like the next best thing to being there in person. I don't know if Mark described me. He knows I adore kinky games. If he didn't tell you anything about me, I will. I'm bi and madly sexual. Putting it mildly, I can't get enough!" (a sexy giggle) "I like all kinds of sex, and Mark was fun when we met. You aught to see my other tapes! I have some great footage of him licking pussy and girls sucking him off. My girlfriend shot a box of videos. If you enjoy visual images you'll love them. What do you think of my style?"

Kate looked at Mark. He was rubbing his crotch.

"You nasty man, you!" she whispered, giggling before she could stop herself.

"So, you're watching the tape. I guess it's obvious I love sucking his cock! Do you like watching me?"

"Sure!" giggled Kate, unable to keep from laughing.

"How old are you, Kate?"

"Twenty," answered Kate, fighting to keep from giggling nervously. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-five," cooed Gita. "So, you like watching people having sex? Have you ever watched others having sex in person?"

Growing ever more excited from the bizarre experience of watching some strange girl going down on her boyfriend and discussing it over a phone, Kate couldn't stop the giggle.

"Sure; I mean, it's real hot!"

"Gita," interrupted Mark, pressing the speaker-phone button, "hi. Why don't you tell us what you're doing while I tell you what's happening on this end."

"Ooooooo, that sounds fun!" oozed Gita. "Well; I'm just laying here on my hotel bed. I'm not wearing anything tonight but makeup. I have my favourite dildo you know where! Mark, baby; I wish it was your cock!"

"Tell Kate what you'd like her to do," said Mark.

"Ooooooo, that's a good idea! Kate; listen. Unzip his pants and take his cock out. Make him really hard, and Mark, honey, tell me how she's dressed."

Taking another sip, Mark put the drink on the table.

"Well; she's wearing dark seamless stockings and white satin underwear and black high-heels. She's a beautiful woman, Gita; quite attractive. She has very long blonde hair and very blue eyes. You'd like her figure. She has an elegant fucking arse and like you, a mouth made for cock-sucking. I've had a hard-on ever since we met! The truth is, I'm so horny, I'm ready to masturbate," he chuckled. "I wish she was playing with my cock. Watching this video is making me real hard."

Knowing how much he enjoyed kinky sex Kate quickly unzipped Mark's fly and took his cock out, once again amazed at the size of his uncircumcised sex as it quickly hardened in her hands. She was in a position to watch the screen as the girl went down, taking half of him down her throat. Licking eager lips, Kate looked up at him.

"Want me to suck you off while you watch her suckin' you off, you nasty pervert?"

She knew his penchant for that special sexual pleasure. Smiling, Mark twisted his fingers in her long hair. She was stroking his cock, making crystal tears of pre-cum well-up on the ruddy cock-head tip.

"Oooooo, yes;" moaned the sexy voice over the speaker phone, "let her suck your cock while I fuck my hot little pussy with my big, latex dildo; oooooooooooooo, yes! This is making me hot, too! Describe her mouth for me, Mark. Does she suck cock as good as I do? How far down can she take it?"

"She's a fast study! She sucks like a pro!" hissed Mark, watching Kate go down, taking his cock in an exceptionally warm mouth. "Her lips are hot pink tonight. You aughta see 'em around my cock. Un, ahhhhhhhhhhh, damn, she can take over half of me down her throat. God, Gita, she's such a beautiful cocksucker!"

"Ooooooooooooooo, my pussy's so hot!" panted Gita, voice dripping with sensuality. "I wish I could be there to watch her. Are you getting close to coming? I'm so hot I'm going to cum again soon! I wish you were shooting cum in my mouth, Mark! Does she let you do that?"

Laughter confirmed Gita's suspicion, guessing he'd find a girl who adored fellatio as much as he, his answer like a vibrator against over-sensitive clit, his voice actually making her climax.

"She loves swallowing cum, don't you, Kate?" he chuckled.

Kate could only hum as she sucked, but Gita could clearly hear sucking sounds over the phone.

"Oh, Mark, I wish I could watch her! She sounds like she's really good at it. If I was there, I'd share it with her. Would you enjoy that, Kate? I'd love to lick you while you suck cock. You'd love it, I know! I lick pussy really good. I bet yours is wet and juicy right now! I'm coming all over my fingers!"

Kate's pussy was on the verge of coming. She watched the expression on his face as she mouthed his smooth cock, pulling foreskin back and milking pre-cum from the tip, watching him watching the large screen. The image moved to slow motion as the surprised look on the girl's face registered the sudden force of the enormous climax that was filling her mouth. Like Kate, when Mark reached orgasm, he really came. The girl on screen pulled back, a long thick rope of semen trailing from ruddy cock-head to pink spoon-shaped tongue. While licking the tip, a second huge surge of jism erupted into her mouth. Jacking him off as though she'd done it forever, she was letting him enjoy the show, directing each pearlescent spurt into an open waiting mouth. Shimmering ropes of ejaculate dribbled from the corners of her plump-lipped mouth. Fluttering tongue as she swallowed, she took another massive spurt of cloudy semen between full swollen red lips, the wad slopping straight into her open cum-filled mouth. Mark was perspiring.

"You should see yourself eating my cum! You're a piggy when it comes to swallowing semen, Gita. God damn, this is making me really raunchy! I'm almost ready to shoot-off in Kate's mouth!"

Holding her hair, he pumped his hips upward while pulling her head down on each stroke of her talented mouth. Spasms drove through his loins, his balls tightened and he felt the dizzy rush of fluids racing up through the shaft and into the warm pink receptacle of Kate's eager cocksucking mouth.

"Fuck! What a load! Here it cums!"

"Oooooo, suck him off, Kate!" encouraged Gita. "I'm coming again, too! Swallow his cum, honey! Swallow while you watch me swallowing it, too! We're both drinking his cum at the same time! I wish I could watch you, you pretty girl! I want to watch you to swallow all his cum!"

Blowing his load, Mark shook with excitement.

"I'm coming right in her mouth! Right now! God damn! Suck it all down, Kate! Ummmmmmmm, uggnnnnnnnnnnn! Finger-fuck yourself while you swallow it, baby! Make yourself cum! God, Gita . . . I'm coming in her mouth while watching you sucking up my cum! Damn, this is hot! You aughta see this girl swallow cum! She's born to suck!"

Twice, Kate came while swallowing the warm sticky semen flooding her throat, pulsing orgasms filling her body with earth-shaking energy as thick ejaculate literally filled what she now considered a cum-chute mouth. Mark's cum was sweetly salty with a dark hint of spices. Holding the last spurts on her tongue, she savored the taste before swallowing the warm gooey mouthful, falling ever more in love with the act as well as the taste and texture of men's semen. This is what my mouth and throat are made for, she mused, warm thick jism coating both, a chute for men to fill me up with their cum!

"Did she swallow it?" asked Gita.

"Um-hummmmmmmmmm," gurgled Kate, licking lipstick smeared lips, "I swallowed all of it! God, he shoots such a load! I love the smell of cum and the way it tastes!"

"Stand up here next to me so I can feel you up," Mark grinned. "Her panties are soaked with pussy juice. I can smell her pussy it's so hot. I'm feeling her up right through the satin crotch; it's so smooth; it fits like skin. I'm pulling her panties away from her pussy lips. Jesus, Gita, she shaves her entire crotch like you do. Not a hair. And now; I'm finger-fucking her cunt!"

"Tell me what she tastes like. Lick her pussy, Mark. God, I wish I was there to eat her pussy, too!"

Standing, he pressed Kate down on her stomach over the edge of the dark leather couch, leaving that gorgeous tanned arse arched in the air. Pulling those snug glossy panties down in back over the perfect twin curves, he examined firm cheeks and the un-tanned flesh of her hairless crotch. Kneeling behind her he spread the cheeks even wider, enjoying the contrast between tanned cheeks and the three inch wide pale strip of flesh protected from the sun by her thong.

"It looks like she's wearing a thong. She's got a super-sexy tan line! Her crotch is so pale and her cheeks are so bronze. I'm going to use our little toy, the chrome dildo. Listen."

Turning the polished shaft, batteries purred to life. Lubricating the tip with excess girl-gush dribbling down Kate's firm thighs, he slid the shiny toy up into the pale pucker of her mouth-like anus. The naughty sensation made her quiver pleasurably, squirming as she let him invade her tight little pucker with the slippery shaft. She spread her long legs ever wider, knowing he was watching her inner pussy-lips open and the clear cunt-juices run from her pulsing pink tube. She loved to expose herself for his pleasure, to open her pussy with her fingers so he could see how juicy she was; to spread the cheeks of her arse so he could watch her finger-fuck her cute little anus. Gasping, Kate surrendered to a pussy-drenching orgasm.

"She's coming, Gita. I have to taste it. I'm going to lick her pussy while I fuck her arse with this dildo. Mmmmmmmmm uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn" he murmured, "she's so wet! Fuck, she tastes great! I love the taste of hot cunt; sweet pussy juice; mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, her pussy is so fuckin' beautiful!"

Cupping the beauty's firm arse with one hand and pressing his mouth over that sweet cleft, he worked his tongue up into her tight pink cunt-sheath. Muffled cries weren't from pain but from intense pleasure as multiple climaxes overcame her senses, sensations from each stroke making her cunt drench his mouth with tasty cunt-juice. She loved the feel of him working the dildo up her excited arsehole, his hand kneading muscle-hard buns, the sexy combinations making her nearly faint with pleasure.

"Fuck her, Mark; fuck he now!"

"Good idea, Gita. She's juicy," he grinned, standing behind Kate, pulling the foreskin back and rubbing the crest of his thick vein-wrapped erection between the lips of her open cunt.

Pressing forward, he sank into the heat of her slick tight cunt-sheath, a sensation so delicious, he almost came again. When he pulled back, inner lips held his erection so tightly it looked like he was about to turn her cunt inside out.

"Are you fucking her?" purred the voice on the phone. "I want to eat her pussy while you're fucking it!"

"You'd like it even more if I shot a load in her first."

"Oh, God! Cum tastes so good! Let her suck you again!" urged Gita, voice betraying sexual excess. "She should beg you to let her suck you off! Beg for it, Kate!"

Pulling out of her cunt and sitting back on the couch, cock as hard as it had been ten minutes earlier, Mark eyed the open suitcase. Licking cum-glossed lips, Kate turned and blushed, overpowered by the exciting drama yet always willing to please. There was something so liberating about not having to make decisions, knowing she was going to get used, knowing it would make her so hot she'd cum like a screaming maniac.

"Come on baby, she wants you to suck," he whispered, squeezing the shaft until its crest flared like an overripe plumb about to burst. "Pull your panties up tight and get down here. You love it when my cock tastes like cunt! Look at that froth you coated it with. Pull my foreskin back and suck your cream off of it first. I got another big load for you. Let me feed you your favourite dessert!"

Making sure her panties were wedged up into her crotch, and teasing the slippery satin into the deep cleft of her cunt, she bent over his crotch. Taking the cunt-juice coated shaft as far down her throat as she could, she swallowed, the musky aroma of excited pussy and sweaty balls filling her senses .

"Mmmmmmmmmmmggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Flaring in her mouth, the large cock-head grew so suddenly she had difficulty getting it into the back of her throat as she swallowed. It felt so heavenly as it stroked the roof of her mouth and tongue, and anticipating another creamy climax, she mewed like a hungry kitten.

"Oh, Mark; give me another big load of your tasty cum. I'm such a slut for it, baby! Give it to me!"

"God, I wish I could see you sucking him! You're making me so hungry for a big warm mouthful of cum," panted Gita, her excitement adding to Kate's.

Holding Kate's head with both hands, Mark flexed his hips upward, watching over half of his uncircumcised cock disappear as she went down, bright pink lips stretched wide to accommodate the size of the erection filling her mouth. Dizzy from the pleasure of watching her suck, he shifted his attention to her gorgeous body twisting between his thighs. Long tapered legs encased in sexy stockings, firm tits, conical nipples free of the white satin half-bra, cute little crotch hidden from sight by skintight white panties; and those bitchy black spike-heels, stabbing carpeted floor with staccato like strokes as she sucked cock like her life depended on it. All elements inflamed his passions to a near breaking point.

"Are you fucking her mouth?" The sexy voice purred from the speaker. "I can hear her sucking you. Tell me what it feels like. Describe what she's doing."

Words were difficult, but he panted with passion.

"She's fucking my cock with her mouth! It's fucking unbelievable! I can feel her sucking the head; she can almost go all the way down; she's gotta be swallowing to keep from gagging. She's trying to swallow the head of my cock. God damn, this is hot, Gita. You should really see this. She's a natural talent. She's gonna be able to swallow the whole thing if she keeps this up." He paused, adjusting his slacks so he could free both balls. "It's very sexy to watch her dressed like this while I'm fully clothed. It's so; fucking forbidden; so erotic. You'd love it, Gita. You'd love her looks! You'd fuckin' pay to lick her arse, you nasty little analingist!"

"Are you going to cum in her mouth or in her cunt?" purred Gita. "I remember you can shoot more than one big load!"

"Maybe, but first I want to play with her some more."

Slowly pulling back, he watched Kate's reluctance as his cock slipped from her eager mouth. Reaching into the suitcase, he selected a surgical rubber glove, and after pulling it on, oiled it with a sex lubricant as she stood, knowing she wanted to surrender to his urges, so excited she was shaking.

"I'm gonna bend her over the couch and inspect her crotch very closely. She's got the sweetest looking arse I think I've ever seen; nice as yours, Gita, and that's saying something! Some adult film-maker tried to get her to let him film her from behind this week. He fuckin' flipped when he saw her bend over. He offered her a couple of grand just to take pictures of her arse! The guy got a hard-on every time he saw her down at the pool. He even offered me a grand if I'd let her suck him off!" Mark hooked a finger under the waistband of her panties. "She probably would-a done it if I'd told her to."

Kate shuddered at the remark, knowing she would have if Mark had told her to do it; if he would have watched. The thought of being used made her pussy spasm.

"Her panties are so wet they're sticking to her. I'm pulling them away from her crotch; yeah; the whole fucking crotch is shiny with pussy juice. (long pause). Her little arsehole is really a picture! It's the same colour pink as her nipples. Remember what we did with Moon? I'm gonna do the same thing to her. I'm gonna give her a rectal examination and I'm gonna follow that with her favourite treat."

Rubbing his fingertips over the tiny winking pucker, he worked one oily digit up into her, felt her anal sphincter nearly sucking it in, felt it flex hard after the first knuckle slipped in; then he wiggled it in to the hilt.

"Oh, Mark," sighed Kate, cunt-cum drenching the arm of the couch, "more . . . gimme more!"

He followed the first finger with another, stretching her willing anus further open until he had three fingers deep up her throbbing arsehole.

"She's got very tight arse, Gita, but I'm getting her ready. Are you ready, baby? Tell us what you want, you anal slut."

"Oh, Mark," moaned Kate, knowing she was on the verge of getting what she wanted most. "Fuck me! Please; fuck my little butt! You know I want you to shoot a big hot load up my arsehole! Please! Please, Mark! Stick your cock up my arse and make me scream! I'd pay you to fuck me and cum up my arse! Backdoor my little arsehole!"

Laughing, he pulled the slippery rubber-gloved fingers from a well lubed tail, watching the one inch diameter pink tube spasming as it reluctantly closed. But before it could, he inserted the clear gelatin cock, a monster much larger in diameter than three fingers, pushing hard to get it into her tight anal opening.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo!" squealed Kate, almost pissing, "oh, Mark! That hurts so good! Fuck me up my arse!"

Having begged him on knees for the act, Kate had given herself four deep enemas before showering this evening. She'd grown to love the powerful sensation of taking a cock up her arse, having lost her anal virginity to her second boyfriend and his best pal. They'd gotten a little high on pot at a Friday night concert and she'd gone home with them afterward. Before realizing how far she was willing to go, her boyfriend had her half naked. She discovered she liked having an audience, becoming more aroused as she let his buddy watch her give head. She watched him open his pants to jack off, and when she saw the size of his cock she just had to sit on it while sucking her boyfriend off. He went along with it, too, and before long she was having sex with both at the same time, her boyfriend fucking her up her arsehole as she straddled and rode his pal's big cock. She'd climaxed so hard from double penetration, she begged for anal sex even when they were alone. That lead to enemas and she'd begun having climaxes while filling her colon with warm water, the only thing better, warm cum. Now, as he fucked her with the long clear phallic toy, Kate cried out with pleasure as she felt him shove the monster all the way up her warm, slippery arsehole.

"Did you hear that? I'm fucking her arse," he laughed, "with that clear gelatin cock! The big one; remember it? She loves it! What a woman! I've got all of it up her arse!"

Holding Kate by long her blonde hair, he pulled back, making her arch her back as he pumped her arsehole with the long transparent dildo.

"UUUNNnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg; do it faster; faster; you're makin' me cum! I'm gonna cum . . . I'm cumin'! Oh, shit, Mark! This is so good! Oh, fuck my tail! I'm cumin' so fuckin' good! Oh, baby! I'll do anything you ask if you shoot a load up my arse!"

Shoulders on carpet, hands hand-cuffed behind her back, hard-cheeked arse in the air; she was a vision Mark would never forget. The sexy young woman was so willing he couldn't wait another minute. Nearly dragging her by the hair, he turned her around, presenting her with the fully engorged, heavily veined rigidity of his awesome erection. She opened her mouth and he pushed the plumb-coloured head almost into her throat. Though handcuffed, she could hold the dildo while sucking, driving it to the hilt up her arse, plunging it in and out of her spasming arsehole, coming all over herself as she yielded to Mark's pulsing cock in her mouth. Almost embarrassed to admit it to herself, she couldn't wait for his semen, sucking so eagerly he couldn't hold back.

"Here I cum!" laughed Mark, hysterically. "I'm fuckin' coming again! Oh, baby, this is gonna be a fuckin' huge load! Swallow my cum, you gorgeous cocksuckin' cum-loving cunt! I'm shootin' off so fuckin' good! Swallow it!"

Still coming as Mark's jism over-filled her mouth, Kate guzzled the thick warm cum, slurping, swallowing, unable to get the steamy sex sauce down fast enough, thick streams of cum so intense and in such volume, that just like the girl on screen eating semen, cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Sticky white strings of unbroken semen draped conical pink-nippled breasts. Lifting long nipples to lips, she licked up dribbled semen.

"Fuck! Swallow it all, you hot cunt. Get it all. That's so hot! She's licking up cum from her nipples!" he smirked. "What an anal-oral bitch!"

"Oh, God, I wish I was there," Gita's voice filled the room. "I'm so horny I'm about ready to die! I want to eat her pussy, Mark. I want her to eat mine! How about it, Mark? Can I meet you guys the day after tomorrow? Want to make Gita happy? I'll make it worth your time, sweetie. I need it real badly! Please! I haven't had sex with a girl for weeks! I'll let you fuck me up my arse and I'll suck you off, too!"

Chuckling, he turned off the tape and tossed it in the suitcase, reached for the Martini, finished off the last swallow, then pulled Kate to her feet.

"What do you think, babe? want to eat . . . er, meet Gita?"

Taking a deep breath before answering, Kate giggled nervously.

"Why not. We'll be here three more days. Do you know how to find us, Gita?"

The answer had been well planned.

"You bet! I have to fly in the day after tomorrow!" purred Gita. "I'll call and leave a message if I miss you."

"You get your wish, Gita," he smiled. "See you when you get here. Good night!"

"Good night," Kate added.

There was a soft sigh before the phone went dead. More aroused now than thirty minutes earlier, the thought of meeting the exotic girl made Kate quiver with curiosity, wondering if Mark still liked her. Pressing her fingers into a juicy crotch, she tried soothing the need for more genital stimulation. She knew she could orgasm at least five more times without any problem but wasn't sure how she felt about watching some girl playing with her new boyfriend. Had Gita been there at that moment she wouldn't have had any reservations.

"Oh, Mark; you make me so hot when you call me nasty names. I am a nasty cum-swallowing slut, aren't I? Are you going to let Gita suck you off, too?" she asked, watching his face. "You want her too?"

"If you want me to; or if you want to do it with her," he smiled, pulling off his Italian loafers, "otherwise, I'm a happy camper. How about you? Are you liberated enough to play with an old girlfriend?"

"Would you be liberated enough to watch me fuck or suck-off my old boyfriends?" she smiled back. "You want to watch me having sex with a girl?"

"Only if you want it, too," he said, undressing. "Have you ever done it with a girl before?"

Kate smiled, but didn't answer.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?" continued Mark. "It would be really erotic. I've always been aroused by the myth of Lesbos. Beautiful women having sex together is a turn-on for lots of people."

"I've done it before," Kate smiled, watching him undress as she lay sprawled half naked over the arm of the couch. "I like doing girls and girls doing me. I'm not the jealous type, Mark. If you want her to suck you off it's okay with me. When were you together last?"

"Three months ago. Look, I'm gonna take a shower. Come on, take one with me. We can go out and get a bite to eat if you're still hungry."

Kate spanked his arse as he turned for the bathroom.

"She likes girls a lot," he continued. "I think she's mostly gay but she likes oral sex with me, too. She says I'm more than a mouthful! She calls me a `cunning linguist.'"

"I'll say!" she giggled, laughing at the intended twist. "You have a talented tongue, you devil! You sure make me have wonderful orgasms!" Blushing, she brushed thick long blonde hair away from her face with the back of her hand, a gesture now habit. "I may not want sex quite as frequently as you do, but that doesn't mean I don't want to please you," she smiled, stepping into the shower�with him. "I know how much you like sex, honey. I'll suck you off anytime. Just ask. You know I love doing it now, swallowing cum. You were right! The more I swallow the more I want! It's addictive! Cum sticks to the back of my throat and reminds me for hours how hot you get me!"

"I'm glad you like it!" he smiled, holding her in his arms. "I'm hard to take at times!"

"You're also hard to swallow!" she teased, doubling his double entendre, "but that's what I love, you sweet�thing! Mmmmmmmmmmm, trying to swallow you!"

Holding half-hard cock in her hand as they kissed, she enjoyed the memory of his climax exploding in the back of her throat. "I don't have to get-off all the time but I love the taste so much I sure enjoy pleasing you. Want me to suck you off again here in the shower? I'm more than willing if you want to cum again in my mouth!"

He smiled as they scrubbed each other.

"Later, sweetie!" He took a deep breath. "Maybe I'm one of those guys who shouldn't marry. You know; why try to live that social role-model when you'd rather be single. I'd be a disappointment to some good woman wanting a faithful husband. Every time the opportunity came along to have fun with another good-looking girl, I'd be ready. I mean, look at you. When we met I knew in a second I wanted to have sex with you. I'm as randy as that film-maker down at the pool. Know what I mean? I would've been real unhappy if we hadn't made love. You looked good enough to eat!"

"So you proved!" she blushed, shampooing his hair.

She held onto the grab-bars as he shaved her crotch, raising her legs one at a time so he could shave every inch of sweet flesh. Looking out the window at palm trees silhouetted against a night skyline, she remembered how excited he'd made her, licking so deliciously she'd orgasmed for hours.

"Are you going to lick Gita?"

Mark glanced up from his handiwork.

"Are you?" he asked, answering question with question.

She looked out the window again so he couldn't see the expression on her face, still excited and a little nervous at the same time.

"If you want me to," she answered, real question burning in mind. "Does she like back-door sex," she asked, just the thought making her dizzy, "like I do?"

Smiling, he nodded, lubricating her anal sphincter with a water-resistant lotion. She thought about watching him fuck the girl up the arse, that image making her hot as he worked two fingers up hers.

"Ooooooo, that feels so good, Mark. Mmmmmmmm, I like how smooth I feel right after you shave me. If I look good enough to eat, eat me now, baby! I want to cum again before dinner!"

Holding grab-bars as he licked and sucked her freshly shaved crotch, she orgasmed delightfully until she couldn't take it a second longer.

"Now, I'm hungry!" she giggled. "Let's go eat dinner. When we come back, you can feed me dessert in bed. You can even watch your old girlfriend eating you while feeding me my favourite cream-snack! Don't take advantage of me because I get so hot with you. It's just like you said, the more I suck, the more I'll want to. I'm glad you made me suck you off three of four times a day instead of fucking me up the arse each time like I wanted. You've made me so turned on by giving head I'd suck you off anytime you asked!"

They walked to the elevator, Mark's finger up her very slippery shithole as she wiggled satin-clad cheeks against his hand.

"You're so naughty!" she grinned, almost considering returning to their room. "I'm going to bring you back here and make you do that with your tongue!"

"Lick me, spank me, make me do nasty sex!" he laughed, as the elevator door opened. "I love the way you taste, sweetheart! Make me get down and lick it!"

Two Cockney slappers squeezing past as they entered the elevator overheard that remark. Giggled like schoolgirls, they turned and wagged tongues like Mick J. at a rock concert.

"Make him do it!" they giggled, hurrying off. "We would if we had the chance! Make him do it all night!"

Their laughter was cut short when elevator doors closed.

"Promises, promises!" Kate laughed, teasing his cock with her fingernails through cotton denim. "If those girls know what I have in mind, they'll be knocking on our door tonight!"

"I'll put up a sign!" laughed Mark, making her slap�his hand away from her crotch as they walked into the lobby, so aroused she was having difficulty keeping a straight face.

As they strolled through, affectionately close, the young Consignor watched the sensual swing of Kate's slim hips, long tapered legs and incredibly tight arse, the sight making his cock leap to attention. Paco Cortez was a victim of youthful hormones and just the sight of Kate aroused lustful thoughts in the young guy's mind. Seeing her earlier at the pool had given him such an insistent erection, he'd almost masturbated in the bushes before going on duty. Thinking himself alone behind the counter, no one close enough to see what he was about to do, he quickly freed and began stroking an impatient uncircumcised erection ever larger than Mark's

There isn't a girl alive who'd rush past Paco Cortez's erection without a lustful thought entering in her head. Endowed with a cock that would have made him a star in any X rated video, the pale shaft protruded well over nine inches from fly as he stroked himself, the lavender crest large as a ripe plumb as he held foreskin back to lubricate the shaft with pre-cum.

Unaware of what was happening back of the counter, Kate stopped and bent over momentarily to leaf-through a stack of flyers and magazines. Her stretch-fabric skirt was so short Paco could see the tan cheeks of her arse and the little strip of white glossy satin covering an adorably delectable crotch. Eyes focused on the sexy exhibition, Paco Cortez masturbated to a teeth-clenched orgasm. The massive white river of cum shot across a folded flyer in the waste-basket back of the desk as he imagined coming-off up the sexy girl's fabulous arse.

Little did he know what Kate would have said had she known what was going on back of the desk and through his mind. Fuck he sighed to himself, squeezing big thick drops from the engorged head, swags of semen dripping into the waste basket, I'd fuckin' pay for a taste of her arse! I could shoot another load up her arse right now!

A sound behind him made him jump. Pilar, the desk-clerk, had returned some five minutes earlier than expected, only to discover him jacking-off back of the counter.

"Paco!" she whispered, big blue eyes wide. "What are you doing?"

Although she wasn't as striking as Kate, Paco had fantasized fucking the not-quite five foot tall nymph, a saucy young blonde with perfectly proportioned figure. Cute was the word that described her in every respect right down to impish pout. While Pilar watched, Paco tried to get his big cock back in his pants, the silly smirk on the young girl's face reminding him of one of the blonde dancers he'd seen on an M/TV video.

Paco was 20, but his fake I.D. indicated he was 24. Looking like a teenage valley-girl more at home in a mall, Pilar had just turned 22. Even though she could prove it, there wasn't a club that didn't examine her ID with detective-like curiosity. Despite appearances, she wasn't an empty-headed doll, having earned a B.A. in business in only three years. Boyfriends were glad she'd studied more than business while going through school, developing habits she dearly adored.

"Wait a second, Paco," she whispered, glancing around the near empty lobby, "you didn't have to waste all of that!" Dropping to knees behind the counter, she carefully removed the flyer from the waste basket, examining the enormous pearlescent puddle clinging to it, a nearly twelve inch long thick rope of cum dangling from one edge. With one quick move she caught the thick swag with a pink-nailed fingertip, the next move brought the swinging wad to ample pink lips. Paco actually blushed as the tiny blonde raised the finger above her picture-pretty open mouth and lowered the cloudy jewel onto an obscenely long waiting pink tongue. Sucking her fingers with more than obscene pleasure, the entire cloudy rope of cum was gone in seconds. Six swipes with her long broad pink tongue wiped up the remaining giant puddle of shimmering cum. Licking plump lips she turned her head. Paco's cock was still hard as rock. Blushing at what she'd just done, she looked up.

"Is she still there? Are you watching her?"

He was looking between Kate's legs, and nodded.

"Keep watching her!" she whispered, quickly taking him in a made-for-sucking mouth, a habit she adored, fellating him so ardently he orgasmed within seconds while watching Kate's fabulous arse, but this time, blowing an equally massive load of warm ejaculate into young Pilar's eager-for-jism mouth.

Paco Cortez had thought of oral sex as something gays did, letting them suck his cock for ten bucks when he needed extra cash. He'd always enjoyed the sensation of coming in a mouth, letting men swallow colossal loads of his cum in dark alleys, doorways, theaters, and parking lots. Feeling her mouth swallowing, he tried imagining Kate doing the same thing as he held the counter to keep from falling.

After the spasms stopped, the tiny girl stood next to him, still holding his cock, glancing around as she worked desperately to swallow the huge remaining mouthful of warm cum. Lipstick slightly smeared, she smiled wistfully up into his eyes, whispering just loud enough for him to hear.

"You're real tasty, Paco! Golly, you shoot quarts! Next time you want to cum, tell me first! Golly! Don't waste it, silly boy!"

Licking swollen lips to get all the semen, she glanced at Kate who was still bending over the display while Mark waited patiently near the door.

"You don't have to masturbate, Paco. Don't waste it! I adore swallowing cum! I'll always suck you off, good!"

Kate bent over further.

"Oooooo, look at her panties, Paco! You were watching her, weren't you?" whispered Pilar, teasing more. "Did you like it like that, Paco? Shooting cum in my mouth while watching her bending over? She has a very pretty crotch!"

Her fingers were busy in her own panties. Paco nodded. Brochure in hand, Kate straightened and left holding Mark's arm. Not responding to Pilar's question, Paco left the counter somewhat embarrassed. Smiling at his nervousness, Pilar flushed with sexual pleasure from satisfying one of her favourite fantasies. She'd wanted to go-down on the boy from the first day she'd seen that bulge in his pants. Now she was sure she could give him head anytime she wanted. Watching him leave the lobby she fingered the large hard tip of her clit through the tight crotch of slick wet panties.

"Nice cum!" she said to no one, orgasming on dancing fingertips. "Mine and his!"

Paco could have cum again. He tried recapturing the moment but things had happened so fast he hadn't been prepared. He'd acted intuitively and perhaps Pilar had, too, sucking him off as good as any gay. Maybe it isn't perverted; swallowing cum. She swallowed it, too, he thought, absolutely sure he wasn't gay.

Paco liked fucking, especially fucking a young girl's arse, his long cock throbbing as he recalled the sight of Kate's. But gays are arse-fuckers, too, aren't they? Paco didn't care. He liked women. Thoughts of his next door neighbor flashed through his head. Vanessa, that was her name, the same as the redheaded Irish waitress working for the hotel. Two years older than he, the redhead had talked him into fucking her up her arse when he'd turned fourteen. Vanessa didn't just like getting fucked up her arse, she lived for it, convincing him it was okay because she couldn't get pregnant. That was important. Yes, she had a bitchin' arse and he'd filled it with semen almost every day for a year before she moved away. Cumming deep up her tight colon as many as eight times without stopping, he'd shot so much semen up her arse she'd taken to squeezing it out into a glass so she could play with the load of sticky goo. He remembered she'd shocked him further when she'd unexpectedly made a show of drinking the cloudy glassful while they were both masturbating, an act that made him ejaculate all over her hand, face and open mouth.

After she'd moved, it was back to jacking-off while reading sex stories in men's magazines, wishing he was still shooting quarts of cum up Vanessa's tight arsehole. After fucking another high school girl in the back seat of her car, he'd talked her into anal sex, too. Getting her a little drunk, he'd fucked her so hard up her arse without stopping the young girl was peeing down her legs. He wasn't sure but he thought he must have cum at least three times. After that date she'd refused to go out with him. She must have shit cum for a week, he laughed to himself.

Had he known what Kate had in mind for the long-haired man at her side, Paco would have gladly paid him a week's salary for the pleasure of just five minutes time between the cheeks of her gorgeous arse. Youthful cock pressed against tight pant-leg, he imagined fucking the beautiful girl's stunning arse.

Maybe I'll fuck Pilar's after work, he mused. Yeah, she has a really nice arse, too. Boy, the chick sure gives great head! I'm gonna let her suck me off again, too! That was real kinky, watchin' that chick's arse while cumin' in Pilar's mouth! A tremor shook him, as though he'd stuck a finger in a live electrical outlet. That was fuckin' hot! Next time I'll watch her mouth when I`m cumin' in it!

Unable to get her off his mind he thought about how nice her arse looked when she wore tight slacks, how on a couple of occasions he'd seen between her legs when he'd been down on his knees looking through lower cabinets for forms. She'd been standing on tiptoes, talking to guests at the counter, crotch-short skirt doing little to hide proud arse-cheeks. The manager had scolded her for wearing the too-short skirt. Once, when she'd bent over to pick up a pencil from the floor, he'd seen that narrow strip of glossy pink material between the cheeks of her arse. That view had given him a ragging hard-on, remembering Vanessa's crotch as she bent over, eagerly waiting for him to pull her pink panties down in back, waiting for her daily arse-fuck and repetitive hot loads of cum.

"Then I'll fuck the little bitch's arse good!" he laughed out loud. "Boy, she's so tiny I bet she has the world's tightest arsehole!"

Heading for a bite to eat, he was unaware of what the next few days held in store for sexual pleasure!

After punching-in, Paco Cortez put his time card back in the wall-box, checked his tie in the mirror above the hallway time-clock, then entered the lobby. He didn't mind wearing the semi-formal hotel costume. Actually, he thought it made him look a little older, an issue of importance to most younger guys. Paco hated getting carded when ordering a beer. The lobby was empty and Pilar was on the phone so he walked on through to the pool. Standing in the shade of smaller palms and lush green foliage, his attention faced a serious problem. Where to focus: Kate or Gita, his eyes going from one to the other, the sudden rush of hormonal energy in his groin signaling a rapidly rising hard-on. Fuck, he hissed to himself, noticing the man sandwiched between the two sexy women. Lucky bastard! Hand in pocket, he adjusted the angle of dangle so it wasn't lifting the front of his pants like some spring-loaded jack-in-the-box ready to pop when the top opened. Just feeling the long hard shaft felt so good he seriously considered jacking-off, perhaps slipping into the foliage where he could still see the girls but wouldn't be noticed as he made himself cum.

"Paco!"

The sound of his name being called made him quickly abandon the idea and he hurried back through the doors. The manager was still calling his name when Paco walked briskly through the open office-door, still trying to lose the hard-on.

"Yes sir . . . " he smiled, hands in front of his crotch. "You called, sir?"

"Paco," said his manager, looking up, "there you are. I've hired a temporary desk-clerk to cover Pilar and the other clerks when they take vacations. His name is Thomas. He's worked at a few smaller hotels so you'll need to brief him on our schedule, guest protocol, the time-clock, and phone system. You know what to do. Let's make sure Thomas is on the job by five. He'll be here at four. An hour should be enough time for orientation. We're slow right now so this is the best of all possible times for him to start. I want you to stay an extra hour, just in case. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Paco smiled. "Anything else, sir?"

"That's all, Paco. Keep me up to speed."

"Yes sir." Paco almost clicked heels but thought better of it.

"Oh, Paco," the manager added, "go talk with Pilar and see if there's anything she needs before she checks out. Give her anything she wants."

"Yes sir!" said Paco, clicking his heels before he could stop himself, guessing she had a few needs she'd like filled.

When Paco leaned on the counter, Pilar looked up from the phone and hung-up.

"My mother. . . " she explained. "I don't usually use the phone for personal calls, but my vacation . . . mom wants me to spend some time."

"Hey," Paco shrugged, "no big deal. Guess you're stoked to be gettin' a week off, right?" he grinned. "It's always great gettin'-off,"

Pilar blushed, madly.

"Mr. Kelly asked me to see if you needed anything before you take off. Need anything?" he grinned

Giggling self-consciously, Pilar looked out through the glass doors of the Lanai.

"I saw you looking at those girls," she whispered. "They're both so pretty. Does she still make you horny?"

Paco just smiled and shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the pool. "Which one?" he asked innocently.

"Either one," Pilar giggled. "You know, silly. The one who made you jack-off." she teased. "Remember? I watched the whole time. I saw you doing it, Paco." She watched his face as he watched the girls. "Paco, you don't have to masturbate," she whispered, licking plump lips suggestively. "Remember?"

He remembered all right, looking back, eyeing the tangle-haired blonde with that smile.

"Lookin' good, Pilar. Like your dress. Bet Mr. Kelly likes it, too. You takin' care of Mr. Kelly as good as you take care of the other help?" he teased, placing obvious emphasis on the question.

"No, I don't take care of Mr. Kelly!" Pilar hissed back. "He's . . . you know . . . gay?" Her remark made her blush.

"Oh," Paco shrugged again. "I didn't know. He's never offered to suck my dick."

Pilar blushed so hotly, she had to turn away.

"Leavin' as soon as your shift's over?" he asked. "The new clerk's gonna be here at four. I gotta show him around, you know, so he knows what's up."

Pilar glanced up at Paco, wondering if he was making an intentional double entendre.

"What did you have in mind?" she smiled. "Guess I could stick around a little while."

Paco nodded. "Okay. See you."

He watched her go out to the pool to remind Kate that it was time to turn over, and had to adjust his condition once more after watching the girls oiling each other's golden-bronze skin. Insistent hormones almost made him take Pilar up on her offer, but instead he decided to wait. It was almost four and he didn't want to hurry.

Thomas showed-up promptly at four and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was gay. Paco couldn't care less as he introduced Thomas to the late-shift routine . He was quick enough to convince Paco he was the guy for the job.

When Mr. Kelly left for the night, he gave Thomas a broad smile and a wave.

"Good luck, Thomas,"

"Yes sir," Thomas smiled back, silly grin on his face. "Yes sir."

Paco suspected there was more to the smile than work. But then, who cared. It was none of his business. At five, Thomas took his place at the front desk.

"Ring if you have any problems," said Paco. "That's my extension there. I have some stuff to catch-up on and then I'm going to dinner."

When he walked out to the pool, Kate, Gita and Mark were nowhere in sight. Sighing, he wished he'd at least seen them leaving. Turning, he almost fell over Pilar.

"Missed them, didn't you. Too bad. Want to get something to eat?" she asked, teasing curly blonde locks with her fingers. "Isn't this your break time?"

"Sure," he smiled. "What-a you want to eat?"

Glancing around the lobby, Pilar couldn't stop the sudden blush. Thomas was playing busy with two new guests. She looked up at Paco.

"I'd love to eat you!" she whispered, licking enticing pink lips. "Let's stop by your office"

Strolling past the front desk Paco nodded to Thomas, then turned down the hall toward his office. Following a short distance behind, Pilar was watching hard buns under tightly tailored pants. Unlocking the office door, he turned on the light. Small and institutionally uninteresting, the office featured an old desk, one frumpy antique overstuffed guest chair, a typical caster-wheel swivel desk chair, a wooden ladder-back chair, three green metal filing cabinets, three 1940's pictures of the South Seas, a hot rod poster and a pile of paperwork littering the desk.

"I gotta get this stuff filed," he shrugged, noncommittally. "Sometime soon. Work sure piles up."

Closing the door behind them, Pilar pressed the privacy lock. Without windows, the only light source was two surface-mounted fluorescents centered in the ten by ten ceiling.

"You want to work at the desk?" she smiled. "I can help, like straighten things up . . . "

Double entendres weren't lost on Paco and his smile signaled agreement. Pulling out the relatively comfortable swivel chair, he plopped, bouncing his legs while flipping through stacks of paper on the desk, eyeing Pilar between lines.

Tossing her purse on guest chair, she brushed back long tangled blonde hair, then used an elastic to hold it up in a cute tousled ponytail on top of her head.

"Reins," she giggled. Seeing the puzzled look on his face she tried again. "Ponytail . . .?"

Getting the joke, Paco laughed. Blushing again, her face bright-pink, his comment about her looks pleased Pilar. In a light pink cotton dress short enough to show off excellent legs and snug enough to make any guy notice the tight firm cheeks of her arse, her next best physical feature was her smile. Wide, it was perfectly suited for the task when wrapping sweet lips around hard cocks. The idea wasn't new. Having been told many times, she made a point of enhancing the image by using shocking-pink never-smear lipstick. The two stared at each other, neither speaking. Pilar rounded the desk.

"Want me to pick up that stuff on the floor?" she smiled, getting down on her hands and knees. "If you see anything you want, like tell me, okay?"

She crawled around in a circle, her dress so short Paco could see the entire crotch of the young blonde's glossy pussy-pink panties. Stopping next to his chair she looked up. Paco had opened the front of his trousers, and his well-endowed shaft was standing up like a flag pole from the fly. Having been so eager to suck him off the first time, she hadn't taken time to really appreciate his manhood. Smiling appreciatively, she appraised its colour and length, the almost rosy crest swollen and plump crowning a broad pale-blue-veined uncircumcised shaft. The slit on the tip held a clear crystal tear of pre-cum, a transparent pearl on the end of a magic staff. She almost salivated. Paco smiled.

"You're wearin' pink panties," he chuckled nervously.

Pilar couldn't ignore the long, thick erection.

"Paco. What a perfect cock! You've got the prettiest cock in the world. But I guess you already know that."

Paco almost blushed.

"Geez. You sure sucked it good!"

Licking her lips, she crawled between his legs.

"Let me suck it again," she pleaded, pulling the foreskin back and taking the top half of his erection in a very warm mouth, swirling her tongue around crest in light butterfly strokes, a technique she'd learned that made dates praise her talents as she swallowed the tasty abundant evidence of male carnal pleasure.

Paco almost ejaculated on her first stroke. Increasing the suction and fluttering her tongue under rubbery crest like a serpent, she looked up at him like she wanted to eat every inch. Grabbing her ponytail, he held her still so he wouldn't explode in her mouth so fast. Understanding his mood she slowed her teasing tongue.

"Let's make a little deal, Paco . . . " she smiled. "No more jacking-off unless I want to watch! Let me suck you off whenever you're horny, okay? If you see girls that give you a hard-on, let me know. We can always sneak in here an' I'll suck you off while you fantasize about them."

When the intensity passed Paco looked at her face. The girl was actually serious. She was looking up at him, pouty-lipped mouth an open invitation to a pending ejaculation as she held that unbelievably long tongue out under the swollen head of his big cock.

Why not? he thought, pulling her head down, letting the voracious little cock-sucker take him further into her mouth, warm saliva coating his cock and glistening on her swollen pink lips. Paco smiled, flexing his hips upwards. Pilar swallowed the shaft, relaxing until nine actual inches disappeared down her receptive throat. Not only does she give great head, the girl knows how to deep-throat! Pulling up on her hair, he watched the length of his cock reappear, sheathed snugly in full-lipped pout until only the crest was held captive between shocking pink lips. Pressing down sent eight inches pursuing the first one back into the warmth of her elastic throat as Paco began using reins to ride her mouth to a bronc-busting orgasm.

"Want me to just shoot it in your mouth?" he grinned, grabbing her long blonde ponytail, pumping the tiny girl's cock-filled mouth up and down on his erection.

"Ummmmm-Ummm!" she moaned, mouth so stuffed with cock she couldn't speak.

Stroking slippery foreskin with her small fist, she licked pre-cum glossed lips.

"Paco, I want your cum so badly. Cum in my mouth while I'm sucking. Shoot your big warm load of cum in my mouth. I can't wait to swallow it."

Up, down, up, down, faster and faster, no turning back, she was snorting through her nose like a runaway pony, saliva and pre-cum glossing the big pale shaft, obscenely stretching shocking-pink lips. He was stroking her throat as the climax burst from the throbbing cock-head, the massive first spurt on an up-stroke filling her mouth, the final six spurts so deep in the back of her throat she had little to do but swallow. Small pearls of cum and saliva seeped into the tight curls at the base of his cock as she pressed all the way down on the spurting organ, masturbating wildly while gulping down mouthfuls of her favourite sauce.

Paco hadn't spoken during the whole experience, but Pilar had wished he had. She enjoyed sexy words; nasty words! Nasty talk excited her to better orgasms while masturbating. Sucking cock while masturbating was her highest high, especially while getting a nice big warm load of cum in her mouth. She had two audio tapes made for her, sex sounds and dialog created by a talented guy who did voice-overs for TV. She'd had sex with him for two years and he knew what turned her on. Wearing earphones at home, she masturbated to blinding orgasms while listening to his tapes, fantasizing about his thick cock coming-off in her mouth. He didn't cum nearly as much as Paco, and his cock wasn't as long, but cum was like a drug to the young cock-sucker's psyche and she couldn't swallow enough of the warm tasty goo. When Paco let go of her hair she let the half-hard cock slip from her cum coated mouth.

"Ummmmmm," she swallowed again. "Let me get this, too."

Opening his fly, she sucked up the cum pooling around the base of his cock, not stopping until she was convinced there wasn't another drop. Using her fingers to milk the urethra, she made another huge sphere of semen puddle on the tip and licked it up. Satisfied, and having cum so good the crotch of her little pink panties was soaking wet, Pilar crawled out from under the desk.

"I think I got the solution to your problem licked," she giggled, thick semen glossing shocking-pink lips. "Like my non-smear lipstick?" she grinned, licking the glaze of cum from the plump pink lower lip with that tongue. "Paco, you shoot more cum than any guy I've ever done. God, I'm so glad you let me suck you off. Nothing makes me as excited as sucking cock, and you cum so many times! You're great! You're every cock-sucking girl's dream."

Zipping up fly, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's get out-a here," he said, standing. "Come on, I need to eat."

"You could always eat me," she suggested, pout on cute little face. "How about it? Want me for dessert?"

He opened the door and she followed him down the hall, her comment leaving him feeling edgy. He didn't know how to tell her he'd never eaten pussy. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. He'd just never done it. He'd fantasized about it, like when he thought about kissing Kate's arse, but he'd never actually done it. Basically, he was embarrassed to admit it to the tiny blonde nymphomaniac. Pilar chatted aimlessly as Paco ate, not speaking much as he pushed food around between bites.

"Did I do it good?" she asked again, knowing good and well she could suck the proverbial chrome off of a trailer-hitch.

Every high school date had praised her oral talents, especially after she'd had her tongue clipped, cutting the little piece of flesh underneath that kept it from extending as far as she wanted. He nodded, chewing a mouthful of fries and chicken sandwich before washing it down with a milk-shake.

"Sure," he mumbled. "Felt great."

Sipping ice tea, she tried to decide how to continue the one-sided conversation. Knowing Paco liked her, she was only unsure if perhaps she'd been too aggressive.

"Want anything else?" she smiled a stewardess smile.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Paco took a breath. His hunger for food was satisfied, but watching Pilar's mouth had kept his cock stiff. A small crystal bead of semen had dried, and now clung tenaciously like a beauty mark just a few centimeters below her pretty lower lip. Stifling a belch, he smiled, wondering why she hadn't licked it off. He was sure she could have.

"So . . . how much time do you have tonight?" he asked. "want to go back to the hotel?"

She waited for him to continue, an eyebrow raised to signal interest. If anyone could have seen under the table, they would have had an arousing view of her fingers playing in the juicy crotch of her tight pink panties. Glancing around as though there were spies, Paco leaned over the table, lowering his voice.

"Gee, you sure have a nice lookin' arse, Pilar. I could see it when you were crawlin' around on the floor. I almost got down there behind you!" he smiled his most wining smile, emphasizing the word, behind. "You like gettin' it like that?"

Almost painfully aware of her wet crotch, Pilar was receptively eager to fuck or suck, having to press her hand between her legs, so excited she thought she might pee. For her, sex just got better the longer it lasted, always wishing that guys could match her passion instead of shooting-off so fast and then losing interest.

"Let's go back to your office," she whispered, on the edge of an orgasm, thinking Paco wanted to lick her little crotch from behind. "I'm hot as a stolen gun!"

Paco had to adjust his pants before standing.

Pilar smiled to herself as he paid the bill. He's young and kind of dumb, she thought, but I bet his cock is hard all day! I bet he can cum five or six times without even stopping! Walking back to the hotel, she took his hand. Glancing down at her upturned face, Paco smiled.

Taking his time, Mark showered and shaved, letting the girls get to know each other. He could hear them talking in the other room. They'd showered and dressed while he did a few laps, returning thirty minutes after they'd abandoned him in the pool. He walked into their conversation bare-arse nude. With the exception of a lighter tan Speedo-shadow, he was as brown as an Indian.

Gita whistled and Kate giggled.

"Nice bod!" Gita smiled. "Hey, baby, going my way?"

"What's your way?" he laughed, going though his bag for clean shirt.

"The bi-way," giggled Gita, smiling at Kate. "How bout taking a ride with me? I'll show you a good time."

"You guys," he chuckled, Gita always able to make him laugh. "Let's go get dinner. I could eat a horse."

"How 'bout a pussy?" teased Gita, making Kate fall into such a state of laughter they were doubled over.

"I don't know who started the play-on-words game, but you two are a trip," laughed Kate. "I thought it was just you, Mark, but she's just as funny."

She couldn't stop laughing until they were in the elevator.

Leaving the hotel, Mark held the door open for two familiar faces they'd seen at the front desk, thinking they made a cute-looking couple. Recalling Kate's earlier remark, he had to tease.

"That's the guy you want to pick up? Looks like you got some cute competition," he grinned, looking longingly back at tiny Pilar's hard little arse and sexy legs.

Kate swatted his buns.

"Knock it off, buster or I'll jump your bones right here!"

Giggling at their silliness, Gita slipped her hand into Kate's. Mark grabbed her other hand and they swung her between them while crossing the street, her short dress floating up above her waist. Cars honked and a couple of whistles echoed in traffic as Gita tried to pull her dress back down.

"Be nice, you guys. Don't get me in too much trouble, at least not until you get me in bed," she teased.

Kate spanked her buns.

"Spank me, tease me, make me suck," giggled Gita as the two girls traded swats.

Dinner was perfect. Grilled veggies, Spanish rice and big, sauted sea-scallops, enjoyed by all with a White Muga, one of Mark's favourite wines. Gita had a slice of cheesecake. Mark would have loved to had a taste of hers. Kate had a slice of carrot cake. Mark ordered Espresso.

After strolling through a couple of shops the trio returned to their room. Kate tossed her scarf over the arm of the couch. Mark kicked off his loafers and Gita went to use the restroom.

"So, what took you two so long up here?" he asked when they were finally alone. "You were gone almost forty-five minutes. Did you have to go shopping for that bikini?"

Kate smiled, patronizingly.

"You know girls."

"I know you girls! What did she do? Throw you down on the bed when she got you alone? She likes eatin' pussy!"

"Other than putting some suntan oil on me and holding my hand, she hasn't done more than give me a kiss," she taunted, knowing how far she was stretching the truth. "So there, smarty."

"Yeah, but where did she kiss you?" he teased back.

"want to know? In the bathroom," she giggled.

On that remark, the bathroom door opened and there stood Gita, wearing white thigh-highs, skintight white Lycra-Spandex thong, five inch high white ankle-strap sandals, white half-cup bra to match panties and a white satin ribbon in thick ebony hair, now pulled high on top of her head in a ponytail. Her golden tan glowed with a light coating of body oil, her makeup right out of Hollywood movies: lips blood-red gloss, eyelids a lavender bronze with kohl eye-liner. Silver hoops in earlobes and silver bangles on wrists made her look like everyman's fantasy of what a Eurasian Gypsy call-girl should look like. Kate was speechless. Rolling his eyes upwards, Mark fell to his knees.

"Forgive me, Lord, for what I'm thinking!"

Gita walked toward the bed, stepped over him as he lay on the floor, and arranged herself seductively on top of the bed.

"I thought you might like to . . . slip into something a little more comfortable," she smiled, doing a pretty good voice impression of Madonna, "like; me."

Kate joined Mark on the floor, both laughing so hard it took almost five minutes to regain enough composure to get out one complete sentence.

"Oh, Gita . . . " Mark laughed, tears streaming, "you're something else. You missed your true calling. You could have been a stand-up call-girl. See why I like this girl?" he smiled at Kate. "No matter how serious I get, she always made me laugh. That's what life's all about."

Eying Gita, Kate got up.

"Okay, my turn in the bathroom, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do while I'm gone." She turned, finger to lower lip. "Guess that leaves things pretty wide open, doesn't it?" she giggled, shutting the bathroom door behind her.

"Was she talking about my legs?" giggled Gita, looking down, legs spread wide, the vision so inviting, Mark almost crawled across the floor to get to her crotch.

Thinking better of it, he sat up instead.

"Don't get me in trouble, at least not until Kate gets back here, okay?" he whispered. "I can't wait to . . . "

He was staring directly at the thin white elastic-satin strip spanning Gita's inviting crotch, outline of her plump little smoothly-shaved pussy-lips clearly exposed, though temptingly covered by the single-thickness material of her cute little panties.

"To?" asked Gita.

"Suck your pussy." He smiled when she crossed her legs. "I've though about licking your pussy ever since last time. It's been too long, Gita. You know, I actually get hungry for you? No one cums like you do. You addicted me to your warm slippery orgasms."

Gita smiled lewdly, chewing a thick lower lip.

"I'm glad, baby," she purred, squirming playfully. "I'm just as hungry for yours. I hope Kate won't mind if I suck you off tonight. Are you going to be able to, you know . . . cum a lot?" She blushed. "Wait, wait! I know you cum a lot, but, I mean, more than twice?"

Mark nodded. "I've been saving it all for tonight. At least half for you."

They grinned at each other like kids in a sand box.

"So, did you do Kate when the two of you came up here to get your bikini this afternoon?"

He watched carefully, knowing well enough she could tell a lie.

"Honest," she whispered, "I wanted to, but I didn't."

"Well, let's see what happens," he sighed. "I hope she's receptive to a little manage a trios How could she not?"

"Don't worry, be happy," Gita smiled. "Can I make you a drink while we're waiting?"

"Sure, why not," he said, "and while you're up, stick that tape in the VCR and put the remote by the bed. That's a good ice-breaker for starters."

Gita slipped the tape in the VCR, turned on M/TV and made a drink for Mark. He watched her every move, cock so hard in his pants, the old May West line came to mind. Gita must have heard it, too.

She handed him the drink, doing the impression perfectly.

"Say, big fella, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

On his back again, he was kicking heels in the air when Kate entered the room. It wasn't costume-competition that drove her, but Kate might have won had there been one. Black Euro self-garter hose encased delicious model-shapely legs, semitransparent material tapering into strips of nylon over slim hips, its waistband an integral part of the elastic design. The five inch high black fuck-me pumps had been a gift from Mark, the bra and panties a lightly laced satin version of what Gita was wearing, another Mark present. Long blonde hair was pulled high on top of her head, the mane held securely by a black elastic tie. Ear rings and jewelry were 24 carat Indian gold, her make-up nasty, nasty, nasty. Black eye-liner of course, with mid-night blue eye shadow, hint of blush on cheeks and shocking hot-pink lipstick with a golden gloss. Gold-dust highlighted aristocratic cheeks and upper curve of breasts pushed almost out of bra by its revealing design. She'd used the same lipstick on naturally pink conical nipples, now long and swollen from teasing herself while dressing. Crossing the room, she stepped over Mark who hadn't moved since she'd opened the door, and lay down next to Gita on the King-size bed.

"You're so firm . . . you're a C cup, too, aren't you?"

She was looking down at her breasts after admiring Gita's. Gita nodded, adjusting her bra like Kate's so aroused nipples were exposed.

"What are we watching? M/TV?"

Gita's face, although deeply tan, couldn't hide the blush as she surveyed Kate's figure, squirming impatiently for what she knew was going to be scorching sex while ogling the blonde's delectable body. Mark sat up.

"Oh, my god! What have I done to deserve this?"

Watching him getting to his feet was better than comedy, a guy trying to hide what looked like an iron pipe in the front of his slacks.

"Come over here," Kate smiled, patting the bed between her and Gita, "we suck but we won't bite."

Picking up his drink, Mark stumbled to the bed.

"Whatever happens," he smiled, "is strictly up to you. So far this movie is better than anything I could have dreamed."

Grabbing his hand Kate pulled him onto the bed between them. They stripped him naked in seconds, then sat back to admire their work, his eight inch erection as swollen as either could recall. A darkly-bronzed not overly-muscular man, dancer, swimmer, a hotly desirable playmate for almost any woman to enjoy, Mark's braided hair had come unbraided during their playful struggles. Unbraiding it completely, Kate brushed it out, salt and pepper curls fanning out from his sun-bronzed face.

"Not bad," she nodded to Gita, "not bad at all for a guy his age."

"Say what?" he frowned, up on an elbow.

Leaning across his body, tipping Gita's face to hers, Kate opened the stewardess' voluptuous mouth with her tongue, kissing the beauty until she couldn't lay still.

"Look, Gita; I know things could get kinda sticky, but, well, Mark and I are okay with each other. Maybe a little nasty sex is good for the love-life. I'm okay with this. I haven't done anything wild like this for a long time. We won't get serious, okay? Let's just have some hot nasty fun."

"Oh, Kate. I can't tell you how hot this makes me . . . "

"Come on, let's turn him around on the bed. Sit up, baby, put your feet on the floor."

Kneeling next to him on the bed, Kate turned his face to hers, sucking his tongue with such serpentine talent it made him dizzy.

"We're gonna get very nasty, baby. I'm ready for anything; you wanted me this way. I hope you can handle it."

Lips pressed against his, she fucked his mouth with her tongue. When she broke the kiss, he was panting like a runner, cock-head swollen and wet with pre-cum. Gita was shivering with lust as she watched the two lovers, toying with her own swollen clit through the crotch of her skintight panties, so close to orgasm she couldn't speak.

"Guest first," grinned Kate, pulling Gita closer. "You've been planning this for days. I want to watch you suck him off. The tape was good but watching in person will be much better. I can see you in the mirror, too. So can you, Mark. Watch whatever you like. Go for it. Do it. It's okay with me."

Gita looked at Mark, then back at Kate, hesitation is her eyes. Kate reached out a pinched one of her dusky-pink nipples that was peeking over the edge of the white satin half-bra.

"Look, I want to see you take his orgasm right in your mouth. I've never seen a girl suck him off. Go ahead, get down there between his legs and show me just how you like it. I want to see you giving him head."

Moaning like a cat in heat, Gita slid off the edge of the bed like molten lava and got between Mark's legs. He was shaking with undeniable excitement as she cupped his warm balls in the palm of her small hand, almost encircling the cock-shaft with her other. Pre-cum crystal tears welled up on the tip as she wet her full ripe-red lips. Looking up at Kate and then at Mark, she opened her beautiful mouth and slowly took him all the way down her throat.

Kate had to slip her fingers between her own warm thighs, teasing a swollen clit toward climax.

"God, Gita, that looks so hot," she whispered, fingering a juicy-wet crotch. "How do you get it all the way down without gagging? He's really hard. He's gonna cum fast."

Sucking deeply and breathing through her nose, Gita began a series of long slow strokes, each taking him deeper until she felt him coming.

"I can't hold it, Kate. Here it cums!" he panted, "I'm fuckin' coming . . . oh, Gita, keep sucking . . . it's so good . . . ohhhh, fuck . . . oh, Kate, you wanted to watch! Look at her. I'm shooting off right in her fucking mouth! Look! She's swallowed my whole cock. I'm shooting off right down her fucking throat."

Empathy took over as Kate tried to imagine what Gita was feeling, watching with heated fascination as the tiny beauty took such a massive climax in the back of her throat it nearly made her gag. Opening crimson-glossed lips, a cloudy wave of semen gushed in a wave from Gita's happy mouth, dribbling down her chin and all over Mark's throbbing cock. The orgasm ripping upward through Kate's body filled her with light, an energy so strong her scalp was tingling, so intense, her satin panties couldn't keep pussy-juice from getting all over her stockings. Gita was coming, too, and looking in the mirror, Kate could see cunt-juice turning the thin white strip of satin into an oozing patch of slick slippery wetness. Gita wiggled her hips in pleasure.

"Ummmgggg . . . uuumggg gulp."

She gurgled with pleasure, gulping down jism, dark sparkling eyes watching Kate while she swallowed the first sticky warm surges. Kate was smiling lustfully, her hand a blur between wide spread stocking-covered thighs.

"Jesus . . . Show me his cum . . . "

Pulling away from erupting flesh, Gita cupped her hand under the spurting tip. Both girls watched fountaining semen filling the palm of her hand as she squeezed Mark's cock, milking each burst of cum from throbbing flesh like she was milking a cow.

"Ooooo, Gita. I LOVE it!" Kate gushed. "I LOVE seeing cum squirting out of a guy's cock. That really turns me on.

Leaning back on elbows and relishing the climax, Mark wallowed in the pure pleasure of being masturbated to orgasm so delightfully by such a talented sexy female. The sight of her in the mirror, perfect little arse, her oozing crotch, her erotic costume; all elements working together were making him cum like he hadn't had an orgasm for a week. When spasms slowed and Gita was unable to squeeze even another pearl from the still-hard cock, he began breathing almost normally. Cum smeared all over red lips and chin, Gita smiled at Kate. Kate was glowing.

"Lick it up . . . " she whispered. "I want to watch you lick up all that cum. I want to watch you swallow it. Open you mouth and let me see it first. Show it to me before you swallow.

Gita looked at the palm of her hand overflowing with cloudy semen, a pool of milky-white shimmering jizz, scent so heady and masculine it made her shiver and salivate like a Pavlovian dog. Raising hand to mouth and inhaling the musk-like aroma, she extended her tongue and cat-like licked up clingy ejaculate like honey nectar. She didn't swallow. Climbing up onto the bed next to Kate, she tipped her head back and opened her mouth. A small dribble of semen ran from the corners down her chin. Eye contact with Kate continued until Kate leaned close enough to see inside Gita's mouth, both females finger-fucking themselves almost frantically. It was a lake of cum! Moaning, Kate reached orgasm and Gita swallowed at the same time, the climax so exciting she had to hold onto Kate for support. Perspiration covering her upper lip, Kate began licking up the bubbles of cum from Gita's glossy red lips as semen clung tenaciously in the back of the exotic brunette's throat.

"I love it, too, glowed Gita. "There's two things about a spurting cock that make me horny: watching them cum, that's really a turn on, and the feeling and taste of cum when it's filling-up my mouth. That's the hottest of all.

On his back and watching the spectacle, cock still rampantly hard, Mark sighed with satisfaction.

"My God, you women are the most beautiful things in this world.

Pushing Kate onto her back, Gita slid down her body, kissing and sucking the blonde's long pink nipples, tonguing the indented navel, then moving back to now very-firm conical breasts. Whimpering like a puppy, Kate was wracked with excitement as the little sex-fiend used her so delightfully, kneading both breasts while sucking her long sensitive nipples, then kissing and licking Kate's mouth so ardently they climaxed again.

"Now . . . " she smiled, totally in charge of Kate's body, "spread your legs . . . wider . . . like that.

Slipping down between thigh-high encased quivering thighs, Gita kissed the shiny black satin, sucked cunt-juice through the thin material, teased and licked the open expanse of the satin-covered crotch until Kate climaxed, her erotic pleasure pumping pussy-juice right through the sheer satin fabric. Mewing cat-like, Gita licked all of it up.

"Don't STOP!" Kate begged. "I can keep coming . . . don't stop yet!"

With unexpected strength for such a tiny girl, Gita flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Spread your legs , baby . . . " she smiled, swatting Kate's cheeks. "Spread them as wide as you can."

Kate spread for her, quivering with heated excitement. Between wide spread legs, Gita rubbed the blonde's firm buns with both hands, squeezing sun-tanned flesh, feeling the muscle tone beneath golden skin. Like a snake holding itself off the ground, Kate raised her tight arse against the heated massage. Lowering her face between Kate's pretty as-cheeks, Gita's long tongue slipped along the edge of black satin, now thoroughly soaked with cunt-juice, licking and kissing, inhaling the scent of hot feminine crotch. Mark could smell the feminine fragrance from where he lay, the scent making his big cock jerk with excitement.

Gita glanced at him smiling, then returned her attentions to Kate's open crotch. Pulling the elastic crotch of her black panties to one side she feasted her eyes on the objects of her desire: the open mouth of Kate's nude hot-pink cunt and the light-rosy pucker of the young girl's tiny anus. Sighing and smiling, she pressed her face between those warm sun-tanned cheeks and worked an almost four inch long tongue deep into Kate's juicy cunt.

Kate came. So did Gita. They were coming in unison as Gita licked from puckered-arsehole to swollen clit and back again, kissing and sucking, flitting her clipped tongue in and out as she pressed her face even tighter between Kate's cheeks. Kate arched her firm arse up off of the bed to meet the delicious assault on her crotch. Never in her life had she been excited to this point. She couldn't stand the teasing a second longer.

"Stick your tongue up my arse" she begged. "PLEASE, Gita; please tongue-fuck my arsehole!"

Without hesitation, Gita made Kate scream as the platinum haired dream felt that serpentine tongue worm up her impatient-to-be-penetrated anus.

"Eat her arse out," Mark encouraged, "she loves buggery."

Gita's tongue reamed her faster as Mark crawled to her side. Shaking her by her shoulders, he pulled Gita away from her fun and Gita knew just what to do. She helped direct his hard-on into the tight little arse she'd been kissing, watched him slip in deeper and deeper into the saliva-lubed sheath until he was in to his balls. Kate went wild.

"Oh, baby, fuck me up my ARSE! Deeper! Oh, my GOD! Fuck my arse good! Stroke it, baby. I'm gonna cum so good! Fuck! Keep FUCKING me . . . don't stop . . . I'm coming so HARD . . . oh my GOD! Yes! Fuck my arsehole!" she screamed. "Fuck it; fuck it; FUCK IT!" she cried, anal sphincter holding him so tightly he couldn't have pulled out of her arse had he wanted.

Climbing between his legs, Gita played with his cunt-juice soaked balls as he stroked Kate's colon.

"This feel good?" she teased, ticking his warm nuts, fingers alternating between Kate's protruding clit and sticky heated balls. "You'll like this, she giggled, bending forward, inhaling the aroma of Mark's musky crotch. "Kate, baby, you'll like this image. I'm going to tongue-fuck your boyfriend's arsehole.

Mark's cock almost doubled in girth when he felt Gita's warm tongue invade his arse, a sensation so powerful he almost came on the next stroke. Unable to hold back, he lengthened the strokes, power-fucking Kate's butt while Gita pressed her face against his, her tongue so far up his arse she was teasing his cum-loaded prostate. That did it.

"I'm coming!" Kate cried. "Oh, God, I'm COMING! Oh, Mark! Oh, baby . . . FUCK my shitter! Fuck it! Stoke me DEEPER!"

Squirming beneath Kate's sweating body and laying on her back, Gita began licking a very juicy pussy as Mark fucked Kate up her arse. Kate was frantic with lust, maddened with desire to take an enormous load up her arse. Grunting with sexual energy, Mark's orgasm exploded, cum shooting with such force Kate could feel every spurt, her pleasure so intense she nearly fainted.

"Pull out and shoot the rest of your cum in my mouth!" cried Gita between licks. "Shoot it all over her open arsehole and it'll run right in my mouth!

Mark did, coming for what seemed like eternity as her tongue caught his tremendous climax. It drenched Kate's still-open cum-lathered anal tube and open pink pussy lips, dribbling down the pale crack of her arse as he collapsed across her sweat-drenched body.

"That was hot, you guys. God, Kate, I watched his cum squirting all over your crotch and it just ran right into my mouth," glowed Gita. "That was so exciting it made me cum and I wasn't even playing with myself."

She massaged them both for almost an hour before the two took her on.

"I've been waiting for this," Mark smiled at Kate. "I want to see you swallowing her cum.

"Then out of the way," grinned Kate, trying to sit up.

"Wait," Gita giggled, "let me sit on your mouth. I don't want to get the bed any wetter than it already is."

Straddling her face, she watched Kate's tongue reach for the sticky white satin crotch. Remembering the taste of that tiny cunt-mouth, and aching to slip her tongue between those smoothly-shaved twin lips, Kate was dizzy with hunger for a juicy cunt-oyster. Gita knew it and smiled.

"If you make me cum like this you can get almost all of me right in your mouth. If I was masturbating I'd squirt so hard we wouldn't have a dry spot left on the bed.

Squatting down, she watched Kate's tongue licking the juice-soaked white satin from clit to arse, the thin strip actually dripping after each long lick. Squatting down harder, she let Kate suck it, the pretty girl swallowing from necessity as cum flowed through and around the slick satin fabric. Closer to orgasm, Gita quickly pulled the slick white satin to one side and Kate's tongue shot up her pussy like a snake, twisting and wiggling, fluttering and lapping at the pink gash until Gita screamed. Holding pussy-lips open, spreading them to the max, she watched Kate's tongue. When Gita climaxed, Kate covered the entire baby-skin smooth crotch with her mouth, swallowing the fabulously thick oyster-like nectar.

"Fuck her with your tongue while she's coming!" Mark urged. "She loves that! Doesn't she taste great?"

"Oh, Mark . . . " Gita panted, "she's an angel. I'm going to kidnap her and take her with me. Oh, Kate, you're making me cum again. Oh, baby! Here it is! Yes! Yes! YES!"

Only the sounds of Kate swallowing and heavy breathing filled the room, soft appreciative mummers of pleasure escaping lips as they climaxed together.

"Kiss it good . . . lick me . . . suck me . . . lick me . . . stick you tongue in me . . . all the way in . . . oh, baby, I love it. Lick me . . . SUCK me."

"My turn," Mark insisted. "You've had her for almost an hour. Get over here and sit on her face, Gita."

"All right," Kate sighed, feigning disappointment. "I've always known you wanted sex with other women." Unable to keep a straight face, she kissed him with tender passion. "Just kidding. I'm loving every second."

"Hey you guys, how about me?" Gita pouted. "You two have plenty of time to kiss-kiss. My little pussy is lonely. Come on, Mark, fuck it and kiss it for me and make it all better."

Rolling her over, Kate spanked the stewardess' perfect buns, until kicking and crying, she let her up.

"Listen, bitch girl; don't mess with my man or you'll be in trouble!" she teased, swatting Gita's glowing cheeks.

"Now you'll have to kiss it for me and make it better," Gita teased back, rubbing pink buns.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Mark lay down on the floor next to the mirror.

"There!" he smiled. "Just wiping-off a spot for you to sit. Now you have the best seat in the house."

Straddling his face, Gita watched herself in the mirror as she settled down on the young man's waiting tongue. Kate pressed the remote control, TV screen again filled with Gita's face, mouth jammed full of Mark's big cock. To Gita's delight, the TV was positioned so she could see the screen while looking in the mirror, enabling her to watch both images almost simultaneously. Kate hit the slow motion button as Gita scrubbed her satin crotch against Mark's tongue, pressing down; grinding slim hips in rotary motion, then spasming.

Squirt it right in his mouth, Gita, thought Kate, watching Gita's pussy lips spreading under wet elastic fabric. At least half a cup of cunt-cream spurted from the hot recesses of the stewardess' pulsing sheath. Overflowing the thin satin strip, pussy-cum flowed into Mark's open mouth in a continuous cloudy stream as Gita watched the image of herself coming in the mirror. Rigid from excitement, his cock bounced against his stomach as he tongue-fucked the beauty's pussy to three more pleasure-blinding orgasms.

"Okay, honey, you can fuck her now," Kate grinned, mischievously. "Go ahead. I want to watch you fuck her cunt."

Climbing off of his face, a grin on hers, Gita scooted back and sat down on his cock while holding the cunt-juice loaded crotch of her panties out of the way. All eight swollen inches spread her little pussy lips obscenely as she bounced up and down on the hard shaft, each stroke nearly turning her pink-lined cunt inside out. Another climax, pussy juice forcing its way past shaft, showering Mark's belly with warm feminine fluids.

"Oooooo, YES!" squealed Gita. "Oh, Kate! He has such a marvellous cock! Look at him making me cum!"

Kate was there to suck it up, tongue and mouth at the base of his cock, drinking the girl's orgasm from the deep fountain of lust.

"This is really good," panted Gita. "Lord, Mark, you have such a huge cock." Smiling at Kate, she had to laugh. "Oooooo! I could ride your boyfriend for hours, you naughty tramp."

"I won't last that long," Mark laughed. "Not if you keep bouncing up and down like this. Damn, girl, you have such a HOT little pussy."

Kate was still masturbating, both hands between long legs, one finger in her pussy, another one up a grateful just-fucked arsehole. Gita climbed off the tower of power and kissed Kate on the mouth as she masturbated.

"You nasty tramp! Stick your finger up your arsehole. Make yourself cum. What a nasty little whore."

Mark sat up, cock throbbing and glistening with pussy juice.

"Ah . . . ladies . . . " he interrupted, pointing at his rampant condition, "what we have here is an erection that was right on the verge of remembering how to cum."

Gita swatted Kate's hand away from her crotch.

"Your turn," she giggled. "Stop finger-fucking yourself. Remember when we were on the phone? You were giving him head while watching that . . . " indicating TV, slow-motion image of a cock stroking a willing mouth. "You were going to swallow his orgasm, right? Now I want to see you swallowing his cum."

"Get back on that toy, bitch," Kate giggled. "As soon as you make him cum, pull up and we can enjoy both shows at the same time."

Kate looked at Mark. He pointed at his cock.

"Get on it," he laughed, as Gita swung a leg over his hips and straddled him.

"Give it to me, baby!" she hissed. "Up my arse! I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll go blind!"

Closing his eyes, he feigned blindness.

"You win," he laughed. "I'm halfway there."

Squatting down as Kate lustfully directed his slippery cock into the girl's anal mouth, Gita's sucking sphincter swallowed the heavily-veined shaft to the hilt.

"Fuck!" she moaned, rolling her eyes. "You're so fucking big, baby! It's making me cum! I'm going to milk-you-off with my arsehole!"

Stroking Gita's pink clit with her fingertip as she climaxed, Kate took Mark's balls in her warm mouth, gently teasing while watching Gita's gratefully-stretched arsehole sucking him toward another orgasm, the elastic pink-lined tube another perfect semen-chute for her boyfriend's pending climax.

Passionately, both girls worked over his swelling sex, Kate licking Gita's juicy parted-lip cunt and Mark's full nuts while finger-fucking herself senseless. Feeling his scrotum tighten and his balls retract in her mouth, she looked up to see Gita's face register the power of his mighty climax erupting in the heat of her arse. Down she plunged, twisting panty-covered crotch against his pubes, stretching the satin fabric away from her anus as thick ropes of sticky ejaculate sluiced deep into her hot colon.

Eyes twinkling, Gita was watching herself and the on-screen images, her mouth talking his humongous climax as she came-off on Kate's tongue, Mark's cock blowing a fountain of steaming semen up her hot tight arsehole just like he had in her grateful mouth.

"Oh, Kate; he's such a good fuck. I may never fall in love but I'll always love sex.

Abandoning saliva-coated balls, Kate grabbed her boyfriend's surging cock and pulled it out of Gita's tight little arsehole, milking the last four heavy ropes of semen into an open mouth as Gita watched with lustful fascination.

"Suck that big dick, girl," she smirked. "Suck that arse-glazed hard-on, slut! Damn, that's hot. You pulled his cock right out of my shit-pipe and put it in your mouth and sucked it. Girl, you're a genuine nasty slut."

Slipping down next to Kate who was squeezing the last shimmering gobs from juicy saliva-covered shaft into her open mouth, Gita kissed her long and deeply, exploring every part of Kate's jism receptacle. Swapping cum like high school girls swap gum, lips and perspiring faces smeared with sex, the two kissed like maniacs, their breath reeking randy maleness, cunt, arsehole and semen. White bubbles of nut-cream on tongues and sex-swollen lips, they looked at each other with abandoned lust.

"Oh, fuck, baby, I love it. I love hot SWEATY sex," sighed Gita, dark eyes rolling up in her head.

As that heavily-veined erection slowly wilted, so did the girl's passion. Soon they lay swapping crotch-scented breaths, talented tongues flicking at little bubbles of pearl-like semen, quietly sucking cock-loving lips, their breathing slowing; eyelids growing heavier.

"You smell like a whore," whispered Kate.

"So do you," Gita giggled, one finger up Kate's slippery warm arsehole. "Your breath smells like you sucked-off an army! Lucky for me it's one of my favourite scents."

"I could swallow your pussy-cum all night," Kate sighed, kissing Gita's swollen red lower lip, sucking up a tiny drop of cloudy-white semen. "Mmmmm! It's like swallowing raw oysters. You make amazing loads of cunt-cum! Let me lick your pussy again? Give me another oyster?"

"If you'll let me suck yours at the same time," responded Gita, finger speeding up in the sexy girl's tight arse.

Almost wishing he were a girl, himself, Mark watched the girls enjoying sex on the bed, making each other orgasm every few minutes. In the morning, none of them would remember when they'd finally drifted off to sleep.

For the second time that evening, Paco unlocked his office, both times knowing he was going to enjoy the next hour or more of work. A message at reception said Mr. Kelly had called, pleased to know everything was going smoothly. Pilar was still tagging along like an affectionate puppy and although refuelled by dinner, Paco's appetite for dessert hadn't diminished. Unable to take his eyes off her tight lusciously-curved little-girl arse and perfect tapered legs, he wondered why he hadn't paid more attention to the sexy little blonde beauty until now.

"If it's okay with you, can I call my mother again?" she asked, toying with a long tangled blonde lock. "I told her I'd call back later. She worries."

Sitting down at his deck, Paco pointed to the phone.

"No problem. Make yourself at home."

Eying him flirtatiously, Pilar entered seven numbers.

"Mom; it's me again . . . sure . . . I'm fine, mom . . . sure . . . okay . . . are you okay, too? No, mom, I'm about to have something to eat . . . okay . . . un-huh . . . okay, mom, I'll call you in the morning. Bye, now."

Hanging up and blushing, she wondered if Paco picked-up on the double entendre.

"You know moms . . . "

Standing in front of him, seductively twisting to some internal rhythm, chin down, glancing up from under long dark eyelashes, she was heatedly interested in continuing their earlier conversation regarding her skimpy underwear.

"So . . . tell me about it, Paco. You said you could see my panties? Is my dress too short?"

Looking down coyly, the lustful little temptress raised the front of her skirt, revealing the smooth hot-pink satin crotch of her panties, a deep cleft centred between her smooth thighs. She only held her skirt up for a second as though to confirm the fact she was actually wearing any.

"Do you like looking at my panties, Paco, you naughty boy! You peek every chance you get! I bet you try looking up under all the girl's skirts! I bet you could see everything under that girl Kate's skirt while you were coming in my mouth. She was bending over so far I could see the crotch of her panties . . . I could see everything right through them."

She smiled sweetly up at him before pulling the front of her skirt back down as though she suddenly felt modest, hiding what she'd just let him glimpse. Being a voyeur had always excited him. He smiled, leaned back in his chair and shrugged.

"I like lookin'. You got a great figure for someone so tiny. You work out or somethin'?"

"I do? I mean, yes," Pilar blushed. "I go to the gym a lot. I love to exercise, like, going up an' down an' up an' down," she giggled, making him smile at her brazen inference to fellatio. "Want to see again?" she teased, wiggling her hips and playing with the hem of her short skirt, sensing her power in the game of sexual titillation. "That's why girls wear such tight bikini-bottoms at the beach; so boys can see everything right through them!"

Paco looked a little nervous, but grinned and nodded.

"Sure! Show me! Pull up your skirt and turn around."

"You only want to look?" teased Pilar, a naughty smile playing at corners of petulant lips. "If I let you look, what else are you going to do," she giggled, extending her tongue and flicking it over hot-pink lips suggestively. "Are you going to play with yourself again like you did back of the counter when you were looking at that Kate?"

Paco shrugged.

"Geez, I don't know. Just let me look, okay? Show me."

"I knew it! You're going to play with yourself while watching me, aren't you?" she teased. "That was exciting, Paco; watching you make yourself shoot-off! You sure have a big one, Paco. Do you call your penis a cock? I guess most guys do. Do you like doing that; what do you guys call it? Jerking-off? I bet it feels super! Do you jerk-off a lot while looking at girls?"

This time, it was Paco who blushed. He didn't answer so she kept teasing.

"So, that's what you have in mind! Okay, I'll let you see if you'll let me watch you jerk off!"

"Great," he nodded, reddening, "but I want to; you know; touch it. You could get down on your hands and knees again . . . " he hesitated, but having gone this far, decided he had nothing to lose, "like, I really like that, Pilar; you know, behind you. Do you like getting that way; like, from behind?"

Pilar's delicious little nookie was getting so wet she wanted to play with it like she did almost every night in the privacy of her bedroom. Perhaps Paco wasn't much different when it came to pleasing himself, but just knowing he wanted to play with her made her face red and her heart beat so hard he should have been able to hear it from across the room. Why she hadn't gotten his interest earlier was a mystery, since he certainly seemed more than interested now. Still toying with a light-blonde lock she gave him her best 'cute little girl' look, sucking her thumb while twisting slim hips.

"Paco," she teased, more aroused each second, "you want to do it to me like a little doggie? From behind? You're a nasty boy, Paco! Tell me what you want to do to me. This is making my little panties get very wet!"

Paco blushed again. He'd never been so teased by girls, and now he wasn't quite sure how to handle this young flirt. Loosening his collar, he wiped perspiration from his face with the back of his hand.

"Geez, come on, Pilar; cut me some slack . . . "

Doggie style, she thought, liking the idea. Maybe he'll get down on his hands and knees and lick me from behind!

Maybe she'll let me fuck her arse, he was thinking.

Adding spice to her recipe, Pilar strolled around his office, pretending to check-out the pictures on the wall, something she hadn't done earlier because she'd been so hot to get another big warm load of cum. That experience had left her so aroused she couldn't make up her mind which she wanted most. I wish he'd just pull it out and let me see it again, she thought. Cum! I sure loved sucking those juicy wads from his beautiful cock! His cum tastes so sweet and he shoots just gobs! I wish he wanted to lick my pussy! Oooooo! Fuck or suck; suck or fuck! Golly, I wish he'd talk real nasty to me! Fucking hot nasty talk makes me so cock-sucking fucking excited! Suck! Fuck! Pussy! Cock! Cum!

She had to giggle at herself after that rush of mental remarks, and she was almost glad he couldn't guess what she'd been thinking. Standing directly across from him, she slowly hiked-up the hem of her short pink skirt, knowing he was staring at her legs and arse. Moving to the next picture, she raised the hem even higher, wiggling her hips like she was dancing. In front of the third picture, the short skirt was up around her waist. Pretending to drop a pen, she bent over from the waist to pick it up, the delectable curve of her small firm arse fully exposed to Paco's view, her small plump pussy-lips visible under the ultra-thin pink satin crotch of very damp skintight panties. Her little sex-drama was exciting her as much as it was him. Taking her sweet time, wiggling her hips as though someone was feeling her up, she spread her legs enough to look at him from between slim thighs. I know he can see my pussy as good as he could see that girl Kate's, she thought. Oooooo, my God! He's jerkin' off!

Not missing a second of the curtain going up, Paco's cock had become so engorged he'd unzipped so he could stroke its hardening length. He'd followed the hem's journey, the perfect curve of firm little arse-cheeks coming into view, the damp pink satin V of her crotch, skimpy panties barely covering her little arsehole; alabaster flesh just above the pink elastic-lace top. He'd watched her perfectly-shaped legs as she spread them, separated at her crotch by a two inch wide key-hole shaped space where smooth thighs touched a few inches lower. He'd nearly cum when she wiggled what he considered a perfectly fuckable arse.

Jeez, he thought, I could get my whole hand between her legs with her holdin' 'em tight together! His cock jerked violently at that thought, imagining what it would be like to slide his well lubricated erection up her tight little arsehole while she was bending over. The swollen tip was oozing again and manipulations were causing a frothy white lather to form where foreskin met rubbery pink crest. Jesus, fuck! Maybe I should shoot-off on her fuckin' arse! Stroking elastic foreskin, he remembered days on summer-beaches when he openly stared at young girls' crotches as they lay on colourful blankets and towels, firm little tushes arched for voyeur's gaze. He even remembered the young girl who let him get between her legs and masturbate over her bikini-covered crotch for five dollars because she didn't have enough money for bus-fare home. He'd tried to hide that act from prying eyes, a large towel draped around his shoulders to conceal what he was doing as he stroked himself off, large wads of semen sticking to the tight brightly-flowered bikini, most of it clinging to the deep cleft in the center of her crotch. He'd stuck the five dollar bill to her cum-covered crotch before giggling girlfriends sent him running to keep from getting busted.

Fuck, that was hot, he thought. Maybe she'll let me pull her fuckin' panties down so I can cum right in the crotch! Whoa! That would be totally fuckin' hot! She'd rather suck, but that's not so bad, either. The chick sure digs suckin' dick. I wonder if she likes getting' arse-fucked. Look at that arse! I'd love to stick my cock right up her tight little arsehole! Holy fuck, look at that!

He was jerking his fist up and down rapidly as he appraised the tiny girl's crotch, focused on the wet deep cleft in the center. Pale flesh confirming that she avoided sun completely, Pilar straightened and glanced over her shoulder to verify what she thought she'd just seen. Paco was jerking off!

"Paco," she teased. "I thought you were going to tell me what you were doing? You said you were going to let me watch you jerk-off! Look how big you've made it! Are you going to make it squirt while I watch?"

Paco slowed his strokes.

"Jesus, you can see what I'm doin'," he said, face red. "Come over here an' get down on yer hands and knees."

Blushing madly, but still holding her dress up around her slim waist, Pilar quickly got down on all fours, hoping he wanted her to suck him off.

"I'm ready!" she giggled, opening kissable luscious pink lips and holding out her wide pink tongue.

"Jeez, you got the longest tongue I've ever seen! How do you do that?"

"I got it clipped," she giggled, lifting her tongue over the tip of her nose and pointing underneath. "See? I got that thing clipped that keeps people's tongues in their mouths."

"Jeez, didn't that hurt?"

"Not really. The surgeon who did my tits did it with a laser. It was all healed-up in less than a week. I told him I'd give him head if he'd do it for me; that I wanted to be able to really use my tongue. Let me show you."

"No! I mean, turn around the other way. You know what I want to see."

Though disappointed that he didn't ask her to start sucking, she knew exactly what he wanted to look at, what all boys wanted to see; a girl's panty-covered crotch.

"Okay, but tell me what you're going to do," she giggled, giving him a perfect view of her satin-covered crotch. "Know what, Paco? I love it when guys talk sexy. Treat me nasty, Paco! Do you want to see my pussy? Want me to take my panties off so you can see my pussy better?" she teased, playing with her swollen clit through the deep wet cleft of her shiny-pink wetness.

"No . . . no . . . I mean, I like it just like that," he said, remembering pictures of sexy girls in some of his favourite magazines.

Looking at pictures of girls wearing skimpy panties gave him such a hard-on he'd jacked-off for hours while browsing pages.

"I like the way you look," he said, stroking faster. "You look real sexy wearin' those sexy panties an' high heels. Jesus, you're hot! You're a hot little tease, an' I like that a lot! I wish more girls were like you."

He stood there staring at her arse, erection in hand. Pilar wiggled her slim hips invitingly, peeking over shoulder at him as he knelt-down behind her. Just seeing a big hard cock actually made her mouth water.

"So; you like seeing my sexy little panties, do you? What are you going to do to me, Paco?" she giggled, teasingly, the growing need to suck him off making her clit tingle with urgency. "Are you going to make yourself squirt cum again? Are you? You know what I want, Paco! I want it all in my mouth! Golly, Paco, I really want to swallow a mouthful! Mmmmmmmm! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Eyes riveted to the little pink strip of satin covering the girl's crotch, her fingers stroking the slippery wet fabric, hell, he wasn't even listening.

"Fuck! I dig jerkin' my fuckin' cock off! I'd like to jack-off a big hot load of cum on the crack of your arse!" he whispered rawly, reaching out and touching the warm wet strip of satin. "I'd like to pull your panties down so I could jack-off a big hot load-a cum right in the fuckin' crotch of your little pink panties! Then you'd have somethin' to remember me by all day!"

His four-letter talk made Pilar giggle, and pressing back against his fingers, she sighed and wiggled pleasurably as he rubbed the slippery material against her sensitive pussy lips and clit. The crotch of her panties turned white where he rubbed it, just like the froth around foreskin and the head of his cock.

"If you let me suck you again, I'd have something even BETTER to remind me of you. I'd feel your cum sticking to the back of my throat!" she giggled. "I can feel that all night long! I just adore the feeling of drinking loads of warm cum!"

Raising his fingers to his nose, he sniffed, the aroma of girlish pussy-juice filling his head. Pilar looked back and smiled when he stopped playing with her pussy.

"Lick it, Paco! Please? You'll like it! You'll like licking my pussy a lot!"

Tentatively touching his fingertips to tongue, the nearly tasteless juice reminded him of fresh celery. He liked celery, although he hated cauliflower. Jeez, I'm glad pussy doesn't taste like cauliflower, he thought. Maybe I should lick it. She sucked my cock. Magazines all say girls like getting' their pussies licked. Pilar was still wiggling her arse.

"Come on, Paco, you got me so hot for you. Please?" she begged. "LICK me! Taste my pussy. You'll make me VERY hot. I'd rather suck you, but I'll let you fuck me if you'll lick me first down there where you were touching me."

Paco's cock was making big demands, hormones having taken his brain prisoner. Bending closer, he slipped a finger under wet elastic fabric and pulled the tight pink Spandex satin away from the moist crotch, revealing a perfect little open pussy and a tiny pink anal pucker, no more than a dimple between the cheeks of a unbelievably cute arse. Lightly framed by the most delicate blonde fuzz, it was as beautiful as any magazine picture he'd ever seen.

Fuck, he thought, it's so tiny! I wonder if I can even get it in her. Moving closer, pussy-perfume filling flared nostrils, Pilar's arse in his face, Paco was caught in the tender trap. With a long resigned sigh, he pressed his mouth against her arse-crack, slipping his tongue down into the wetness of the young girl's juicy little twat, then up again against the almost imperceptible dimple, the sensation making her smooth anus pucker.

"Oh, Paco!"

It felt so delicious, Pilar almost cried. It'd been over a year since anyone had licked her pussy, a sensation so pleasurable it drove her wild. She wanted to say nasty things, to urge him further, but prudence was the better part of passion at the moment.

"That feels so wonderful," she said, instead. " Keep licking it, Paco. Don't quit yet. You're making me so excited You're real good, Paco Golly, don't stop! You're so good. You'll make me have an orgasm. Really. Don't stop now!"

To her absolute delight, Paco spread her arse-cheeks wide with both hands. That excited her even more. The handsome young guy was going to seriously get into licking her juicy little sex petals. Coming to their rescue, she held the elasticized crotch of her little panties out of the way as he licked her crotch from hot little clit back up to her sensitive anus. Analingus, she thought, having dreamed about it, but no one ever having done it to her, moaning with heated pleasure as he teased the little pucker with the tip of his exploring tongue. Maybe he'll stick it in me! It's even better than I dreamed! Mmmmm, it feels so wonderful it's gonna make me cum!

So excited from anticipation, she orgasmed on the spot, uncontrollably wetting slim thighs with pussy-dew. He kept licking, swallowing now, nose and mouth smeared with warm pussy-foam. Had anyone seen him at that moment, they might have suspected he had rabies. Quivering with intense pleasure, she climaxed powerfully, delighted that Paco was actually reciprocating orally! Oral sex is just the best! she thought, sucking air through clenched teeth as his wiggling tongue worked deeper up her arse. Coming on his tongue aroused her so, she was nearly overpowered by the need to reciprocate, to swallow a mouthful of thick, delicious cum. Almost turning to suck him off, she remembered she'd promised him a fuck.

"Are you just going to squirt your cum in my little panties," she giggled, playfully wiggling her stunning little arse.

Knowing he had to make her ready, Paco began working his tongue deeper into her little warm arsehole, deeper and deeper, each thrust making her gasp with pleasure, each penetration making her orgasm. The girl was turning to rubber! She'd never been so sexually excited, and unable to keep her mouth shut, a flood of nasty words suddenly cracked the dam of propriety.

"Paco, I'm so fucking hot! You're licking me so good! Oh, I love it . . . you're so GOOD! That feels SUPER GOOD! Do that again; yes . . . like that! Right up my little hot arsehole. You're making my little pussy just CUM so GOOD! Golly, that makes me just CRAZY when you lick my arse like that. You were right, Paco. I LOVE getting it from behind, but I'd just DIE for a big mouthful of HOT CUM! Give it to me, Paco. Let me suck you off. Please! Squirt your cum."

Lucky for her nasty talk was having its desired effect on male hormones. Tongue-fucking her arse and pussy more desperately, lusting now in what he'd never done, he was making up for lost time, intoxicated by the taste of hot young pussy, his head spinning with the flavor, scent and texture of the young girl's juicy crotch. Unable to guard her words, Pilar surrendered to lust, talking as nasty as she could.

"Paco, I want to swallow some CUM! I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth! Are you listening to me? Oh, all right . . . FUCK me, then! Go ahead, Paco, fuck me. I told you you could. Don't jerk-off. Please. I'm not going to get preg. My period starts in two days. It's okay. Fuck me fast. I want it like that. I LIKE a big hard cock filling my tight little puss! Fuck me like a little doggie, but please; when you're ready to squirt, shoot-off in my MOUTH. Please, Paco, oh yeah . . . PLEASE let me suck your beautiful cock. I'm so excited right now I'd kill for the chance to swallow a big hot load of cum."

So excited he was shaking, and kneeling behind her, Paco rubbed the head of his rampant cock up and down her bright-pink crack as she continued holding her little pink panties out of the way, touch of slick satin fabric against his leg like an electrical shock. Leaning into her, he grabbed her ponytail, the uncircumcised erection slipping smoothly into the wet heat of her incredibly tight vaginal-sheath, big balls slapping sensitive clit, tiny tight pussy-lips sucking the long slippery shaft. Absolute heaven!

Looking down at her crotch, he could see the pink inner pussy-lips grabbing his shaft every time he pulled back, the head captive just inside mouth of her young tight cunt, something he'd fantasized about as he masturbated over the school girl's crotch on the beach! Just above his cock-shaft a miniscule pucker was winking like a little eye and the memory of fucking a neighbor girl's arsehole made his vision blur. Almost on the verge of blowing a massive wad up her fantastically tight cunt, Pilar's next orgasm sent vaginal shock waves around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, Paco, fuck me HARDER!" she cried, firm little arse quivering wildly. "Golly, I'm coming all over your big cock!"

Pulling out of her sweet hot grip, Paco got down and sucked her pussy again, replacing his erection with tongue in her pulsing sheath, laving the swollen clit, her pussy-sheath spasming around his tongue like a vibrating vice, his nose up her tight virgin anus.

She does taste good, he thought. Maybe she wants me to fuck her up the arse. A string of orgasms had made her delirious, and she was bucking like a wild pony. Encouraged by her passion, Paco began tonguing her tiny arsehole so deeply the little girl nearly fainted. Catching her breath, Pilar screamed!

"Oh, Paco, oh YES! But let me take it in my MOUTH, Paco! Let me suck you off," she pleaded. Please, I GOTTA swallow cum real soon or I'll just DIE, Paco. Please!

Kneeling, cock in hand, glad that he hadn't shot-off in a hot bottomless cunt, Paco was almost afraid he'd never get it in her arse. Working the slippery wet tip of his cunt-juice lathered crest against the girl's tiny anal pucker, he watched the resistant target reluctantly surrender, opening slowly, an unwilling mouth as he pressed against it, until suddenly, his cock-head slipped past the fantastically tight ring of her virgin sphincter. It looked like he was fucking some little girl's doll.

"FUCK!" she cried out, feeling the cock-head invading her baby anus. "OH, FUCK, oh, my GOD! That's making me PEE! What are you DOING, Paco? I'm so hot I'm fucking pissing! OH! Fuckkkkk! Go ahead! Fuck me up my arse!"

The sensation so intense, and Pilar's nasty language inflaming overheated passions, Paco continued pushing, over nine plus inches of white cock-shaft slipping into virgin territory. Moaning like an unpaid whore, the tiny girl pissed down pale quivering legs.

"FUCK!" she panted, kneeling in a warm puddle of piss, "you're so fucking HUGE! What are you DOING to me? Oh, my GOD! You put your big cock all the way up my little hole. Oh, Paco! You're hurting my little arse so good. Fuck, suck, fuck, you nasty boy! Oh YESSSSSS! You're so fucking HUGE! Fuck me like that, Paco. FUCK me! Fuck my little arsehole! Jesus fucking son-a-va-bitch FUCK my hot arsehole you nasty fucking arse-sucking bastard! I've never HAD it up my little arsehole before. Fuck it HARDER, Paco! You're hurting me so good!! I never KNEW it would feel this good! Oh, Paco! If you cum up my arse I'll love you forever."

Now, it was Paco who was delirious. The sensation of getting his long cock up the little blonde's tight shithole made him shake like a car with a flat.

"Oh holy shit! I'm fuckin' it! My cock's all the way up your fuckin' tight little arsehole, you hot little cock-sucker! I'm fuckin' you right up your sweet little tight arse! I was gonna shoot off on your bitchin' little arse-cheeks . . . " (panting like a long distance runner) "I almost shot this load in your cunt . . . but now . . . I'm gonna shoot so much cum up your arse . . . you're gonna fuckin' love it, you fuckin' little cum-suckin' whore slut! I'm fuckin' cumin' up your hot fuckin' cum-suckin' arsehole!"

Pilar nearly fainted, not so much from discomfort, but from the pitch of excitement, Paco's words making her face burn with pleasure, wiggling her little arse like she'd been plugged into a high-voltage line. It's so good, she thought, but if he keeps fucking me like this he's going to cum in my arse, and I won't get a taste. Mouth watering, long swags of saliva were dribbling from her open pink lips.

Oh, Paco!" she cried, "I GOTTA taste it! Shoot your big hot load of sticky cum up my arse, you mother-fucking arse-fucker! I fucking love it! Shoot it in me, you fucking bastard! Oh, my God! Shoot it up my fucking arse and I'll squeeze it all out in my hand and drink it. Oh, Paco, YEAH . . . please! You know what I want. Let me have it in my mouth. Pull out an' squirt it all down my nasty cock-sucking throat. PLEASE!"

Pulling back, his huge cock left a perfectly round stretched hole, bright-pink inside, the girl's arse-mouth stretched wide open the size of his cock, a slick tube waiting for a load of warm cum. The tube looked so big compared to what the pucker promised it was unbelievable. That idea made him plug her arse like he was using a toilet-plunger, and holding his long cock with one hand and her ponytail with the other, he yanked her toward him as he slammed his rock-hard cock into that slippery anus, the entire shaft plunging into the tiny girl's rectum up to his nuts. Every time he pulled out, the girl's arsehole spasmed, wide-open pink tube waiting for the next deep stroke, each invasion making her orgasm every time he hit bottom, pee spraying from her urethra every time his big balls slapped her sensitive clit, a hard cock almost more than her little arse could take.

"Jesus, Pilar, I'm cumin', you hot little cock-sucker!" he panted. "Right up your hot little pink arse! Oh, holy fuck! This feels so fuckin' good! It's as good as your blow-jobs! I want to do this with another chick, too . . . at the same time. I want to see you lickin' pussy, you little cock-suckin' slut . . . I want to see you suckin' my cum out of a girl's messy cum-filled arsehole with that long tongue-a yours!"

Cock in fist, he squeezed out the first massive spurt of cum, blasting milky wads of pearlescent jizz into the open naked hole, watching the spasming open pink mouth of her anus swallow the giant wad of cum like a mouth.

The words 'cock-sucker', 'blow-jobs', and 'lickin' pussy', compounded by the feeling of hot cum hosing her colon made her so crazy with lust, that after the first two powerful spurts overfilled the well-fucked tube, she nearly fainted.

"I'll do anything for a taste of cum!" she cried. "Oh, yeah, Paco, SQUIRT it in my little arsehole."

Pink mouth open, serpentine tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth, saliva dripped to the floor. She couldn't see it, but she certainly could envision her cum-drenched arse capturing each spurt of warm clingy ejaculate as the boy plunged his stiff meat back into her slippery colon with unconcealed pleasure, blowing a second orgasm up her well-stretched no longer virgin arsehole.

To describe Paco's climax as large, or any adjective commonly used by sex-magazine writers wouldn't do it justice! So much semen shot up her arse, she felt like she'd just taken a quart-sized warm enema. When cum surges slowed, Paco pulled out.

Turning quicker than a Vegas card dealer's hands, Pilar grabbed the cum-oozing arse-fucking monster and sucked it into her grateful mouth, milking every drop she could get from the half-hard cock like she was milking a cow's teat, sucking up the gooey slightly salty ejaculate with such pleasure she had to lay down when she finished swallowing the colossal mess.

"Oh, my God, I fucking love swallowing it! Oh my God," she kept whispering, blue eyes half-closed from pleasure, long pink tongue swabbing sticky lips. "I love eating fucking cum! Oh my God! I can't get enough fucking cum! I wish there were dozens of you shooting cum in my mouth! Fuck, Paco, you shot so MUCH cum up my arse I don't know if I can walk! That was so unexpected, and so hot. If I'd known how exciting that would feel, I would have let you do it lots sooner."

Of course Paco took that as a sign that she was pleased with his performance, so he didn't ask the stupid question: "Was that good for you?"

She was pleased, all right! That was putting it mildly. Having earned the nick-name 'turkey' from high school boys because every guy knew she loved to 'gobble', Pilar had gone down on every kid she'd ever dated, devoted to the act as well as taste of warm cum. Even during school hours she'd taken advantage of every opportunity, following boys behind fences or maintenance buildings where she could give head. Down on her knees, she'd let them masturbate into her mouth while she masturbated, or sucked them off until they couldn't climax again, some days swallowing three or four loads of cum from each boy. In the first week of her freshman year she'd allowed two boys to do her at the same time, oral sex games getting better and better with practice. Letting one jack-off into the crotch of her panties while she fellated the second, she'd masturbate with the cum-soaked crotch of her tight satin panties while they watched. After coming a few times, she'd stuff her semen-saturated panties in her mouth and suck them dry, letting the boys watch as she finger-fucked herself wildly. She may have been small, but oh how the boys loved watching her play, and she'd been in heaven all year. Though swallowing what she would have described as 'gallons' of youthful semen while going through high school, she'd just as many orgasms in a row, herself. Doing it 'doggie-style', she had a guy lick her from behind as she sucked another kid off.

Had anyone performed analingus, and had they asked, she thought, recovering from Paco's buggering, I'm sure I would have been fucked up my arse before now! Eyes closed, she thought about her plastic surgeon, about how pleased she'd been after breast implants, about how aroused she'd made him when she'd asked to have her tongue clipped.

"Clip it for me and I'll stop by and suck you off every week for a year!"

He'd taken her up on the offer. She'd let him cum on that now amazingly-long tongue nearly fifty times since, holding it out for him as he jacked-off into her open mouth, sweating like a man possessed. She'd continued to see him just to let him masturbate onto her tongue while she masturbated for their mutual pleasure. Laying back in his big leather office chair, she'd spread her legs and pulled up the front of her skirt so he could watch her fingers at play in her panties. Like most men, seeing a young girl putting on a sex-show made him cum like a teenage boy.

When she finally looked up at him, Paco's face registered serious concern. Sitting up, her anus tender from such an invasion, she glanced around completely disoriented, as though not quite sure where she was. Truth was, she didn't.

"You okay?" he asked, offering her a hand.

Slightly wobbly on sexy high heels, she leaned against his chest until she was sure she could walk without bumping into something.

"Geez," he continued, "I hope we didn't make too much noise. We could get ourselves in a bunch a trouble."

Misty-eyed and licking semen from her lower lip and trying to swallow the clinging sensation of cum still coating the back of her throat, she nodded. Cum was seeping from her arsehole like hot maple syrup, leaving her so overpowered by the volume of ejaculate, she would have sucked off the whole football team had they been present.

"We wouldn't want to do that," she nodded, adjusting the sopping crotch of her little skintight panties to keep his cum from running down her beautiful legs, saving it for a desperate session of masturbation as soon as she could get to her bedroom. "Plus, it's probably getting late."

She tried, but she couldn't stop diddling herself as she tried regaining her composure.

"Golly, Paco, I'm so embarrassed. I didn't mean to talk so nasty and make so much noise. I guess I just got so carried away. I guess I should go and get some paper towels from the rest room and clean up the floor?"

"Yeah . . . sure," Paco agreed, forgetting to zip-up his fly. "You do that. I better go check on Thomas and see how he's doin' before I punch out."

"About my vacation . . . " Pilar smiled, still trying to swallow. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just taking my week off. Can we see each other while I'm on vacation?"

"Sure, if you'll do what I asked. I want to watch you havin' sex with a girl!"

Considering the request, she didn't immediately respond, remembering sex-capades with her best girlfriend the year before. That short episode had been wonderful, but the girl moved away just when they'd gotten really good in bed. To please her girlfriend, Pilar had her tongue clipped so she could really get it deep in the girl's tiny pussy. Her penchant for getting pussy-licked had been honed to an equally fine edge by her girlfriend's eager clipped-tongue, the two having such an affair, she'd cried after their separation. Just thinking about the girl's long tongue in her pussy made her orgasm against active fingers. Still fingering a swollen clit, she glanced down at Paco's fly.

"You're still unzipped," she smiled. "Are you going to let Thomas suck your cock . . . or can I?" she teased, imploring look on her innocent face. "Please, Paco, try an' understand. I have this need to suck. What I want most is cum, and you cum gallons. I just adore swallowing your cum. Give me another mouthful, Paco. Let me swallow your cum again and I'll do anything you ask. I'll hold my tongue out real far so you can see it shooting all over it so you can watch it going in my mouth."

"Ahhhhh . . . don't think I can, at least, not right now," he blushed, tucking half-hard cock Smiling woefully, she wiggled her tight skirt back down over sexy slim hips and opened the office door.

"Look, meet me at the counter an' I'll walk you to your car," he offered, remembering it was better to be polite. He didn't know what else to add.

Pilar perked up. "Gee, thanks, that would be super."

While she went to the rest room for paper towels, Paco checked on Thomas, read messages, reminded him about emergency phone numbers, assured him the night desk-man would be there right on time, then waited for Pilar so he could walk her to her car. Just a few minutes later she was back at the front desk.

She walked in silence until they got to the car. Turning and smiling she stood on tiptoes and gave him a kiss, rubbing her fingers over the still firm bulge in his pant leg.

"This felt so big when you stuck it up my little arse! You made me pee all over myself, you naughty boy. I've so embarrassed. I've never done that before. I had to make two trips to the girl's room for paper towels."

Giving the meat a firmer squeeze, she looked into grey eyes.

"Are you still horny? Don't you want me to go down on you again?" she giggled, getting into her car and patting the seat next to her. "If you let me, you know I'll do anything you ask, even with a girl, Paco . . . if you promise to let me swallow all of it this time," she smiled, licking here lips obscenely.

"Ga-night," he waived, shutting the door after making sure she was wearing her seat-belt. "Drive carefully."

"Okay," she nodded, pouting, "okay! I'll do it, Paco. I'll let you watch me having sex with a girl. I d do ANYTHING. I'll do it with any girl you want. I'll let you watch me stick my tongue all the way up her arse after you fuck it. Is that what you want? I'll suck it all out of her arse. You find her, but she's got to be at least as cute as that Kate, okay? Remember, you're passing up a good offer tonight," she teased. "Let me have what I want when we get together an' I'll do anything you want. You'll see!"

Watching the little Honda Civic disappear in evening traffic, he suddenly realized he didn't even know Pilar's phone number. Oh well, I can always look it up in the hotel records, he grinned, and anyway, she's gonna be the one who calls me! Her response about having sex with a girl was ringing in his hormone-controlled brain like a bell. Grinning lustfully on the walk back to the hotel, images of having two beautiful arses to fuck danced in front of his eyes, not to mention images of two girls licking each other's crotches! Holy fuck, he thought, squeezing his cock in his pants, I can't wait to see her lickin' a nice little cunt!

After brushing his teeth, showering and shaving, Mark walked back into the bedroom, drying his long hair with a towel. The girls were still sleeping. He'd peeled-off still sticky costumes, put them in a pillow case and asked the house keeper to make sure they were all carefully hand-washed at a local laundry and back by noon. Handing her a Jefferson, he'd closed the door. Fixing a cup of instant coffee, he browsed through the news, found little of interest and flicked on the VCR. A quick rewind, then back on forward allowed one more review of Gita's oral talent. Mark was rock-hard in seconds. When he climbed back into bed between the girls with the remote in hand, Kate stirred and Gita rolled over in his direction. Laying quietly, he took a sip of warm coffee.

"You up?" Gita murmured, reaching out, fingers brushing over his face, chest, belly and cock, warm fingers closing around rock-hard flesh, sighing as pre-cum made her fingers slippery. "You're up!" she giggled, eyes still closed. "I want breakfast in bed," she whispered, sliding down under the covers. "Remember Mumbai and our little playmate?"

Stirring and turning over, Kate raised one eyelid.

"Okay, what's going down?" she muttered. "Are you up already?"

"Gita, and yes, in the order of your questions," Mark chuckled.

Kate opened both eyes and sat up.

"Where's Gita?"

"Going down?" he smiled.

Kate pulled the covers back. Curled up around his leg, Gita was grinding her crotch slowly and purposely against his calf while sucking his huge morning erection. Kate had to smile.

"Nice work if you can get it," she sang. "Come on, Gita, you're gonna kill the poor guy."

"Un-unh," Gita moaned, sucking so loudly it was obscene, grunting as she made herself orgasm against his leg.

"She does that good, doesn't she?" Kate giggled, catching the warm scent of pussy-cum. "The greedy little piggy."

She tried to tickle her but Gita wouldn't quit sucking.

"How about kissing me while we have time? It may be my only chance to even get a kiss while she's around."

Crawling across his chest, she kissed him deeply, soul-kissing, tongue-sucking, lip-sucking kisses; kisses making her pussy tingle. Her breath still reeked of semen, so sexy he couldn't stop kissing her. Gita had reached orgasm twice, leaving his leg covered with a juicy frosting, oral skills increasing in direct proportion to the number of climaxes. Mark was getting closer and Kate sensed the urgency of each kiss.

"Go ahead, baby, cum-off in her mouth," she urged, whispering against his, her tongue doing to his throat what his cock was doing to Gita's. "Shoot it right down her throat, baby. She loves it. Go ahead; let her drink your tasty cum." She looked down. Gita had him so deep in her throat, Kate couldn't even see cock. "Jesus!" she said. "I gotta see this."

Moving down next to Gita, Kate's fingers slipped between her own pussy-lips. Mark was quivering, his hips jerking involuntarily, Gita holding his arse with both hands, rubbing her nose in pubic curls as she swallowed cock. She could see Gita's graceful throat expand every time she pulled him closer, stroking her throat with erection, cock going far past the back of her throat then coming into view shining with saliva. Gita's bright-red lips stretched in a wide O around the hardened shaft until only the cock-head was captive in her mouth, tongue doing black-magic on the underside. Swallowing excess saliva to make room for cock before sliding it back down her throat to the hilt, her tongue darted in and out at the base of his cock like a vibrator licking loaded balls. Kate came before he did. The swollen head of his cock was down Gita's throat when he reached orgasm.

"Oh, baby," urged Kate, caressing his naked chest. "Shoot it now, honey! She's got it all the way down her throat."

Mark was laughing almost hysterically.

"Oh! Gita! You're wonderful, but let me save this one. I want to give my baby a nice morning fuck."

Gita let his cock pop from her throat like a cork from a wine bottle.

"Mmmmmmm," she giggled, pre-cum drooling from swollen-lipped mouth Grinning up at Kate, she came-off on jiggling fingers. "Early bird gets the worm!" she teased. "Get up here and take a ride on this one."

Kate was laughing herself silly.

"Give me a kiss, you nasty little slut," she insisted. "I love worms."

Kissing her with the same kind of passion, Kate licked Gita's face, neck and tits.

"You're such a slut!" she scolded, spanking Gita's better than perfect arse. "But, I love it."

Within minutes, the girls were 69ing on the bed. Mark, cock still like stone, watched as they drenched the sheets with amazing orgasms.

"The maid is going to have a lot of work cleaning up this mess. She's going to have to change beds. Come on you two, give her a chance. The place smells like a whore-house. Let's go out for breakfast. I'll buy."

Almost a habit now, Kate swatted his buns.

"You always buy," she giggled, still enjoying Gita's attentions as the brunette continued licking her juicy crotch. "Aren't you gonna fuck me first?"

"After we come back from breakfast."

Closing blue eyes, Kate reached orgasm on her new playmate's tongue, clear cunt-juices spraying her girlfriend's lips and chin. Giggling and struggling, she pulled Gita into the bathroom, and after thirty minutes in the shower together, they took an hour getting ready. Mark was dressed in minutes but knew they'd dress to turn heads. They did, giving new meaning to the name 'street-walkers', holding hands, swinging arms and singing.

"Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to eat we go!"

Cars honked and guys whistled just like the day before.

"A rose between two thorns," he smiled, hand dangerously close to heaven.

"A thorn between two roses, dummy! Can't you get anything right?" teased Gita, grabbing at his crotch. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Whatever it is, I get to do it, first," laughed Kate.

When they got back, she sat him down by the mirror, and still wearing sexy her little micro skirt, tank top and heels, tied her hair up so they both could watch. Freeing cock from cotton boxers, she pulled them down just enough so she could play with his warm fury balls. He hardened quickly as she sucked, legs spread wide, fingers dancing in crotch of white satin-Spandex thong.

Gita got so excited, she got down behind her and licked the beauty's tiny arsehole until Kate reached orgasm. Turning around, Kate straddled Mark's legs and sat, directing the erection into a tight but juicy cunt while Gita held the thong to one side, watching the shaft slide in until every inch was buried to nuts in his girlfriend's hot elastic cock-loving cunt.

"I love it," hissed Kate. "Quick! Lick my clit!"

Grinning with lust, Gita spread Kate's pink pussy lips open with her thumbs and began licking the swollen pearl while the beautiful blonde bounced up and down on the hard rod filling her love-chute.

"My God!" Kate cried out. "You're makin' me cum-off so good! Here it is! I'm cumin'! Eat me, bitch! Swallow!"

Showers of feminine ejaculate sprayed across Gita's tongue and the little sex-fiend swallowed furiously as it filled her mouth. Kate's orgasm started a chain reaction, warm semen glossing his shaft as Mark's orgasm over-filled her spasming cunt. Gita made herself cum as she masturbated wildly between Kate's legs. As though choreographed, she lay on her back, catching and swallowing the sexy treat as cum drained from Kate's cunt-sheath when the willowy beauty squatted over her mouth. After licking Kate's cum-messy cunt clean, Gita rolled over and licked up the remaining overflow of jism from Mark's sticky groin.

"God, you sure lick cunt good, Gita", smiled Kate, watching the Polynesian beauty's tongue working over Mark's balls. "You're the winner this morning."

Sexy bathing suits on, the girls went down to the pool, leaving Mark napping on the couch while they aroused passions at poolside in slinky skimpy curve-revealing attire. After pointing-out the film-maker to Gita, the two girls changed positions, laying so he could see between their legs. When he got up and went into his poolside room and closed the sliding door, they spread their legs even further, guessing that he was jerking-off while peeking at them through closed blinds.

"I'm not sucking his cock . . . unless Mark makes me," giggled Kate, pulling her swimsuit up tighter into her crotch, making sure the man could see the deep cleft between her tanned thighs. "Maybe I'm weird, but I like the thought of making men masturbate while they're looking at me."

"I'd like to see that," smirked Gita. "I like watching girls being made to perform obscene acts. Who knows? Maybe that fat bastard makes lots of semen. I know a girl in India who'd suck him off in a second. She enjoys strange kinky sex."

"I've never has sex with someone who didn't turn me on," said Kate, slowly dry-humping the sun-warmed towel, "but I've gotten to the point that if Mark told me to, I'd even suck that fat-man. In a way, it excites me to think about it, like it's so obscene, knowing he wants me to bend over so he can take pictures of my crotch, that he wants me to be in his X-rated movies, that he wants me to suck him off. I'm nasty, Gita The thought makes my pussy so wet."

"I understand," smiled Gita. "There's a man . . . an artist; he's crippled and badly scared from an accident. We met on a flight to India. He says he loves me. He moved there to paint pictures of young girls. He does, and the artwork is intensely erotic, but I'm sure he's not getting any Indian pussy. It's not just from sympathy . . . but I go up-country to his place at least twice a year. I buy some of his work, then I strip down to panties or thong and dance for him. When he's ready, when he's fully erect, I get down on my knees and suck him off until he can't cum again. It's always the same. He cums at least five or six times; each one makes me orgasm. Then I dress and leave and we never speak about it again."

Kate couldn't stop the powerful orgasm surging from her partially-covered cunt-lips, a climax that left the crotch of her swimsuit saturated with juice and a giant wet spot on her towel. She was also aware of her semen-oozing cunt.

Behind partially-closed curtains, a large fat-man was shooting a second load of cum into an almost empty scotch and soda, sweat beading on his forehead, sodden eyes on the deep cleft in the crotch of Kate's metallic swimsuit, on her fabulously tanned arse-cheeks, his fist stroking the erection as the last swag of jism clung to the rim. Sweating profusely and almost gasping for breath, he lifted the mostly ejaculate cocktail and swallowed it with one long sigh, tongue running around the edge to get the last sticky drops.

"Fuck," he sighed, swallowing again, "I wish I could suck her arse." He raised the glass again and licked up the cloudy reluctant residue.

When his half clothed assistant came out of the bedroom, a boy most described as 'pretty', eyes half-lidded, yawning, the fat-man motioned him closer.

"Stand over here. Hold the blinds so I can see out, but don't block my view," he said, down on his knees, positioning the eighteen year old so he still had a perfect view of the young girl's wide-spread glossy crotch.

Enduring what had become a twice-daily routine, the boy opened his pants and let the fat-man fellate him. The fat-man sucked noisily. The boy came almost at once and the man kept sucking until he'd swallowed two loads, never once looking away from the erotic sight only a few yards away. The Oriental girl was rubbing oil into the blonde's golden skin, boldly fingering the deep cleft between her wide spread legs. Kate was coming again and her swimsuit was doing nothing to hide it or the milky load oozing from the crotch of her swimsuit. Pushing the youth down on his knees, the fat-man stood.

"What nasty sluts . . . what dirty young whores. Suck me off, Today . . . hurry! Swallow this time if you want to keep your job. The next time you spit out my cum, you're going right back to Amand."

The youth sucked him to orgasm and swallowed the ejaculate as the fat-man held him by the hair, hips still thrusting, the smell of sweat and semen filling stale air. He was grateful that the fat-man only came once instead of twice.

"Now go wash-up," said the fat-man, "and bring me a drink. Phone George and get the cast and crew over here this morning. I want to finish that film. The men can wear condoms when they're fucking your arse, but you'll have to suck-out those rubbers and swallow all of it, Today . . . and look like you LIKE it when you empty those rubbers into your mouth."

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Today stood and headed for the rest room. "Yes, sir."

It hadn't taken him two years to realize that the film industry wasn't as glamorous as he once dreamed, and running away from home hadn't been smart. If I knew then what I know now, he thought, sitting on the can again, his arse still sore from what had been a ten hour nightmare.

Still virgin when he'd arrived in Spain, he'd gotten a ride with a truck driver, a nice guy who'd bought him food along the way. Now, two years later, he was sitting on the can shitting cum from what had seemed like an all night arse-bang; nine friends of the fat-man fucking him up the arse as they took turns making him suck their cocks. The fat-man had watched the whole episode while making a cute little runaway suck him off, a puffy-lipped girl he'd picked up at the bus station, a cute little chick in miniskirt and clogs.

"She's young, but the little cunt sure knows how to suck!" he'd chuckled, sipping Scotch and feeling her up through her panties as she submitted her arse to his curious fingers. "They start sucking younger and younger these days! She told me her father's been coming in her mouth since she was nine! She'd be a rich little cunt if she'd been charging him! Gotta love her, she swallows it, too! Daddy taught her right!"

The men laughed, as one made her bend over and hold her ankles.

"Spread your cheeks," he laughed.

She did, and though he made her suck and make it slippery, he had to really force it to get his big erection up her arse. He fucked her arse while she sucked the fat-man's cock.

"Here's a dollar!" he said, stuffing it up her cum-oozing tube with a finger after coming twice, laughing with the rest of the men. "Some one's gotta pay for a fuck this young!"

She'd cried for an hour after the fat-man let two of the larger men in the room DP her, young black men with very large virile cocks. They'd fucked her ruthlessly for over two hours; who knows how many times they'd cum.

"Take her, Amand, she's all yours," the fat-man had laughed, giving her to one of them to use however he desired as the ready-to-cry girl held her hand over her tender crotch.

Being back-doored while sucking cock, Today had watched the whole affair. He knew where the young girl would be taken. He'd turned tricks for the muscular black until he'd been sold to the fat-man. I wish there was something I could do, he thought as the little girl, crying and trying to pull up her panties, was roughly lead away by the muscular black pimp.

Now, looking into the mirror over the sink, tears welled up in Today's eyes. He blew his nose, brushed his teeth, took three enemas, a shower and dressed.

"George," he said when the phone was answered, "Mr. Scott wants to finish the film today over here at the hotel. I guess you'll have to call the crew and cast."

Mr. Scott was still peeking out the window.

"Where's my drink, Today? I'm not going to put up with you much longer. Amand would be very unhappy if he had to take you back."

Today brought the drink as the fat-man counted a huge roll of large denomination bills, then stuffed them into a black-leather bum-bag.

"Mind your own business, young man. You better make sure you use lots of anal-lube!" He laughed, choked on the drink, and spit the mouthful out. "Fuck!" He took another sip. "This is the last scene. You're going to suck-off all of the men while they take turns buggering you. You'll thank me for getting your arse warmed up last night! I got a million orders for this video!"

Today had quickly learned to take numerous enemas every time he had the chance, knowing Amand would make him suck his cock as soon as he'd pulled out of his arse. All the men made him do that, but he hated to fellate the fat-man after Mr. Scott buggered him, no matter what else he was forced to do. Once more, he wished the fat-man was dead as he looked down at the floor, waiting for whatever was to happen next.

The sweating fat-man was quiet again, peeking out the window at the blonde in the metallic swimsuit, his lips quivering strangely as he stared between her legs.

"Nasty whore . . . I'd like to watch Amand and his friends fuck her up her arse." He looked back at Todd. "Come over here and suck me off again. I want to cum in your mouth while that whore lets me look at her crotch. What a nasty whore. I think I'll get Amand to take her for a ride."

He laughed at that thought as Today got down on his knees and started sucking again. Heart pounding wildly, his cum surged into the boy's mouth as he watched Kate spreading her beautiful legs even wider, semen oozing from under the tight elastic edge.

"Swallow it all," he gasped, face red, fighting for breath, "don't spit it out!" He was gasping for breath now, a pain in his chest. "That's what I'll do . . . I'll get Amand and Douglas to take her for a ride. They'll teach that little whore to be nice to people like me . . . that little slut whore bitch! Who in the fuck does she think she is? When I'm done with her, she'll be sorry she turned down my offer. Go get me the phone and I'll call Amand . . . "

Using deep tanning oil, Gita applied a generous coating on Kate's graceful back and delicious legs. After making her spread them wider, she slipped her small hand between the blonde's warm thighs, oiling the smooth golden flesh, teasing her new playmate's pussy-cleft through the narrow crotch of the metallic Spandex swimsuit.

"Kate, you darling slut. You're making me want to go back op to the room. Your suit fits like second-skin," she purred, fingers sticky with Mark's semen. "Your little pussy-lips show right through this material as obvious as if you were nude. Mmmmmm, Mark must have shot a quart of cum up your little cunt this morning. My God, baby, its still oozing out." Raising hand to mouth, she licked sticky fingertips. "Mmmmmm, you're making me hungry! I wonder if that film guy can see between our legs. Is my suit as revealing as yours?"

"Even more," grinned Kate, lustily, remembering Mark's daring application of tanning-oil a few days earlier. "Want me to put some oil on you? You have such beautiful skin," she sighed, getting up and kneeling beside the exotic beauty, rubbing oil over shoulders, back and lusciously-curved perfect buns. "God, I wish mine was as naturally golden as yours. I gotta work at getting a tan. You're so lucky." Pausing, she closed the container. "Can you really see cum between my legs?" she giggled, trying to look without being too obvious. "That's his room right there. Think that film-maker is watching us?"

"If he is, we'll give him a show," smiled Gita.

Kate lay back down on the towel. Today the crowd was in a mellow mood, Reggae rhythms wafting on summer air, birds adding a happy note to afternoon ambiance. The marine layer had cleared, and with the exception of a few lacy clouds, the sky was deep blue.

"Think he's sleeping?" asked Gita, pleasantly toasting on a towel.

Kate opened her eyes.

"Who? Mark? Probably. I think we wore him out."

"You did, that's for sure. It took him thirty minutes to recuperate from that little act. From now on I'm not buying that bit about me being the one who's wearing the guy out. We have to share the guilt."

Kate rolled over.

"Speaking of which, are we gonna tell him what we did yesterday when we went up to get your swimsuit? He asked me about it when you were in the bathroom. I told him you hadn't laid a hand on me!"

Kate smirked. Gita giggled.

"Don't laugh," grinned Kate, rolling over on her back. "He wanted to know if you'd come-on to me. We took a long time getting back, remember?"

Gita smiled and nodded.

Kate adjusted the crotch of her suit again.

"Did he ask you about it?"

"Yep. He asked if I'd tried to put the make on you but I gave him the same story. Maybe he believed us. He didn't ask again."

When the waitress came by they both ordered ice tea. Neither spoke for some time.

"Maybe I should tell him," suggested Kate, conscience bothering her. "I don't feel right about keeping secrets. I mean, what if the situation was reversed?"

She didn't open her eyes, but Gita was back with a quick tease.

"You mean, what if he went up to the room with that young desk-clerk kid and sucked his cock?"

The sound of Kate's hand making contact with Gita's golden arse made guests turn to look. Gita only squirmed and smiled. Kate blushed and lay back down to enjoy the sunshine. After awhile she rolled over, sat up and rubbed oil on the front of her legs and arms.

"You and Mark got together in India?"

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm," murmured Gita, almost dreaming.

"Just the two of you?"

Kate was rubbing oil on the upper curve of upturned-breasts.

Gita looked up, sighed, sat up and took a drink of water.

"Okay; you want to talk. Okay. I have a playmate in Mumbai. A cute little girl with a body you'd have to see to believe! She's tiny, like Pilar; maybe five foot in heels. Asia. That's her name. She's an inch shorter than I am but her legs are actually longer; and tits? That little girl has the most beautiful pair of orbs I've ever seen! Just like us and Pilar, she's about a C cup, but nipples. My God, Kate, they're longer than yours; almost as long as the last joint of my little finger when she gets excited, and she's excited all the time! Her father died before she was born. An aunt raised her from infancy and trained her to be a prostitute. Asia never thought of being anything else. She's the best. Prostitution isn't looked upon as sinful. It's the most income a young girl can earn. Asia took her training seriously but didn't want to live and work in a sex-club. They have these sex-clubs in Mumbai; everyone goes there when visiting India. It's 'khushi', working in clubs, but she wanted to freelance."

"khushi?"

"That's Indian for 'fun.'" Gita adjusted the rubber head-pad under the towel. "Most girls working in those clubs feel lucky; first; because they're cute. That alone guarantees work, and second, sex. Sex is 'khushi'. Ask any working girl, and they'll tell you 'khushi' is what they live for. Professional sex is respectable work. Their workplace is usually fairly clean and girls make more money than anything else they could be doing. Most support families. If they weren't working in sex-clubs they'd be working in hotels, retail stores or rice fields all day. Not very 'khushi'. Asia and I met at the artist's I told you about. She was modelling for him. For me, it was lust at first sight! He paid her to have sex with young girls and boys. You should see those paintings. Anyway, we made an agreement for her to take care of my place so she'd always have a place to live. She gets a check from me each month so she doesn't have to put-out for money. We're together when I have a layover; usually not more than a couple of days at a time. I fly in and out twice a month."

Because Mark had never mentioned Gita's roommate, Kate listened with growing curiosity.

"So you introduced her to Mark?"

"Well, when I brought Mark home, we got together. I'm sure you know what I mean by 'together.'"

Knowing Mark as she did, Kate nodded.

"Don't be jealous, Kate, but he really dug her. Asia says she's twenty. She's been having sex since she had her first period and was giving head for a couple of years before that. She knows every sex-trick in the book and enjoys them all. She taught me to deep-throat and do all those oral tricks! Girls or guys, it doesn't make any difference. She let us dress her up any way we wanted. We played every game we could imagine and she was a more than willing sex-slave. Asia enjoys being submissive. God, you'd have loved to see those shows she put on for us. Mark was a lucky guy. I thought he was planning to bring Asia back to London." She studied Kate's expression. "I hope what I'm saying isn't making you jealous. That was then. This is now . . . " She took a drink of water.

Laying back on the sun-warmed towel, Kate's movie-mind was busy with the steamy images Gita's story had created. Not really jealous, she just wished she'd been there, too. Oh well, I haven't missed-out on much, she sighed to herself, mind back on the present.

"So, you noticed the young guy at the front desk?" she asked, changing the topic. Gita's story had stirred-up salacious interests, and her oozing cunt was more than just a little juicy. "The one with the long blond hair?"

"Couldn't miss him," smiled Gita, taking another sip. "I like blonds. He has a very sensual face."

"He likes girls, not boys. He's been hanging around the pool like a lost dog."

"Looking for a nice little bitch?"

Kate laughed.

"I guess they can't help it." She lay back down. "It's all those hormones. They make them crazy. Yesterday, he was hiding in the bushes, peeking at us. He's as bad as that film guy."

"I'd peek at you, too," smiled Gita, setting the water glass down beside her.

"But the kid has a hard-on all day," giggled Kate, unable to subdue the twinge of excitement between her sun-warmed thighs. "The poor kid should have a steady girlfriend."

"Or a good hand," Gita smirked. "Those young guys can do it all day long, I swear. I like sex, but there are days when I actually have other things on my mind. At his age, he doesn't have a mind. He has an erection."

"That can have its good points," Kate grinned, picking up suntan oil to rub on Gita as she rolled over, "like, when you really want it." Capping the bottle, she glanced around the pool and lowered her voice. "Even if they cum fast the first time, they can cum again and again and again. That's what I like. An' speaking of cum," she giggled, squirming on the warm towel, "I really can feel it oozing out of my pussy. If he's watching us, I hope that movie pervert gets a good peek."

Gita giggled.

"I told you. Let's go to the girl's room and I'll suck it out, baby. God, I thought I got it all this morning, but it looks like I missed some."

"Piggy!"

Who's a piggy?" grinned Gita. "You're the one who can't get enough. I didn't force you to go down on me, or to fuck Mark again this morning."

"You started it," whispered Kate, rubbing in oil. "I was just trying to get my share before you drain him dry."

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I happen to like mine in bed."

"You like yours where ever you can get it," laughed Kate, swatting Gita's perfect arse again.

The thought of going-down on hard spurting cocks made her involuntarily salivate and she glanced around looking for Paco, even wondering what the fat-man was doing.

"You know something weird? Before I met Mark, I was pretty satisfied with straight fucking, especially back-door sex. That always made me cum so good! But ever since I started giving Mark head, you know, regularly; well, I've started wanting it more; actually craving it. Is that weird, or what? I mean, the more I suck, the more I want to suck. My orgasms are getting better all the time ,and each one makes me want to swallow more cum. Really; tell me; am I weird, or what? God, a second ago, I was even wondering what it would be like to do the fat-man."

"The more I licked pussy, the more I wanted," nodded Gita, squirming like Kate. "Listen to us. It's the same with cock. The more I sucked, the more I wanted. I'll tell you Asia's theory on that subject when you're in the mood."

"Then why don't you go take care-a that poor desk-clerk," smirked Kate, the conversation arousing her more by the minute. "I could keep an eye out. You'd blow his mind."

A smirking Gita chewed a lower lip, watching Paco standing the lobby archway.

"I don't blow minds."

The waitress approached with ice tea

"Here's some mixed nuts and Arare," offered the attractive auburn-haired waitress, smiling sweetly as Kate signed the check.

"Thanks," Kate smiled, counting out a couple of bucks from her bag. "Oh, excuse me," she asked, sitting up, "what's the desk-clerk's name? The blond fellow?"

"That's Paco," smiled the waitress, glancing back at him and arching one eyebrow. "Nice, huh?"

"Thanks," Kate smirked, nodding agreeably. "He is nice. He's been very helpful during our stay."

When the waitress didn't leave, Kate decided to introduce herself.

"I'm Kate, and this is Gita. What's your name?"

"Venessa," replied the redhead, tucking the tip into a wallet. "Paco takes his job seriously. Mr. Kelly, the manager, he'll be pleased. I'll pass on the compliment."

"Thanks again, Venessa," smiled Kate, laying back down, appreciating the girl's lusciously-curved arse and model-perfect legs as she returned to the bar, a walk intended to make everyone watch.

The men were watching, but trying not to be too obvious. Women were watching, but were clearly envious, a few giving the redhead more than a casual glance. Gita was watching, too. Boy, they must insist on looks when they hire waitress, she thought, and male help, too. Rolling over she handed the suntan oil to Kate.

"Put some more on me, baby. Feels so good when you do it . . . "

"Paco. That's an interesting name. Go introduce yourself," teased Kate, taking the bottle and oiling Gita's tummy.

"Think I should?" Gita got up on an elbow for a sip of ice tea.

Paco was still in the archway watching them, a look of distant longing on his face, and a distinct bulge in right pant-leg. Gita wiped her eyes. That cock must be a foot long! she thought, raising up on both elbows. And thick! That does look inviting, and he's really cute, too! She lay back down.

"He's too young!"

"Too young for what?" giggled Kate, warm oily hands close to Gita's crotch. "A wheel-chair? He's excited to see you."

"Have you done other guys since you started hanging out with Mark?" Gita was watching from behind dark glasses.

"No;" Kate giggled, unable to stop staring at Paco's bulge, "but I've thought about it a bunch-a times. Not because he doesn't satisfy me or something. You know how horny he is. I think it's natural to get sexually attracted to people without feeling you have-to do something."

"I like doing something," smiled Gita, hips undulating, spreading her legs as Kate oiled her thighs. "I'm getting hungry, Kate. want to watch me do something?"

"Seriously?" Kate capped the suntan oil. "Like, where? We can't take him up to our room!"

"Anywhere. Out here. In there. It doesn't make any difference to me!" giggled Gita, watching Paco watching her. "I don't mind being watched. I worked as a dancer for two years. Let's just say I'm used to having an audience."

"You were a stripper too?" Kate lay back down beside her. "Like, why am I not surprised. Not, like that's bad, I mean. You're real pretty. I can see you doing that. I bet you made tons of money."

Laying in the same direction as her blonde companion, Gita was watching Paco, her feet pointed in his direction. Spreading her legs wider, she began flexing her buns as though getting fucked by an invisible cock.

"Spread your legs more;" she whispered, continuing to smile at the young man, "let's give him a good look and see what that does to him."

Leaning back on elbows, Kate spread her legs slowly, relishing the warmth of the sun on her body. When their feet touched the girls glanced at each other and laughed, their legs spread almost three feet apart. Paco was definitely watching. The bulge in his pants looked like it was about to tear the material and he was squirming uneasily.

"Naughty, naughty. We're giving the kid a hard time. God, look at the size of that bulge." Kate looked down between her legs. "I wonder if my suit even covers my arse with my legs spread this wide apart?"

A giggling Gita took a handful of nuts, coaxing them into her plump-lipped mouth with her exceptionally long tongue, a show making Paco blush.

"It doesn't. I told you I can see it, and I'm sure he can see you have a very juicy crotch, my dear. If he's watching you, that fat-man must be jerking-off right now."

Flexing her buns made Mark's cum bubble in her hot little cunt, and the urge to get a nice hard cock up her arse was making Kate squirm like a slut.

"Tell me about stripping," she whispered, flushed from more than laying in the sun. "I wish I'd seen you stripping."

"Let's see . . . I danced at three different clubs. Two here and one in San Diego. Two topless, one nude; Pole Dancing and Lap Dancing. Asia taught me how to dance nasty. Tips were good. Girls were fun. So were a couple of the guys." She was watching Paco squirm. "I think I'm about to salivate all over myself! Look how hard he's getting! You're right. I don't think we should invite him up to the room. Maybe there's an office or a rest room . . . "

"Gee, he really does have a big one," Kate whispered back, blue eyes moist. "Look at that bulge. Now there's one that makes me think about playing around."

Gita glanced back at her.

"Really? You'd suck him off if you had the chance?"

Knowing deep down inside she wanted to suck the young boy's cock, Kate flushed hotly.

"Well, he sure looks good," she grinned, cheeks glowing. "God, I'm terrible, aren't I, but I'm getting to the point where it's, like I can't get enough, I swear! You really want to give him head?"

"I DO! I don't want to take a pass on that cock while I'm here." Looking directly at him, Gita licked those ruby-red lips. "How about you?"

Taking the dare, Kate gave the young kid an inviting smile, a little 'tilt of her head' while flexing her buns, raising her crotch in a pelvic tilt, an act making her blush at her own slutty forwardness. Paco seemed hesitant. Going further, she beckoned him with a finger, a gesture he couldn't ignore. Leaving the archway, he headed their way.

"Yes?" he asked, trying hard to be professional. "May I help you ladies?"

"Paco?" asked Kate, eyes on his crotch.

"Yes miss!" he smiled, impressed that she knew his name.

"Paco, this is Gita . . . I'm Kate. We noticed you yesterday and the day before, too."

"Yes, miss?" He continued smiling. "Ah . . . I noticed you, too. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Well . . . " Kate smiled, glancing at Gita, "my girlfriend and I . . . we couldn't help but notice the bulge, like, in your pants? An' well, we were wondering if you'd, well . . . there is something you could do. We want you use that . . . we want you to cum-off in Gita's mouth. I want to watch. It wouldn't take long. You wouldn't miss much work . . . "

Paco looked like he was about to fall over on his back. His mouth opened but nothing came out.

"We don't mean 'out here by the pool'. Do you have some place comfortable where we can go?" Kate sat up and draped the towel around her shoulders. "I want to watch her give you head. She's good, and I really enjoy watching oral sex. You can watch me masturbate while you cum in her mouth. Does that sound good, Paco? You'll like watching me. I squirt when I get my orgasm!

As in a dream, Paco nodded, his lips moving as though he was about to say something but couldn't make a sound. Removing dark glasses, Gita smiled up at him.

"I'm really good," she smiled, broadly. "How about giving me a try? Don't be bashful. I'm not. You'll enjoy it, and so will I, believe me! I'll even swallow your cum."

Motioning for them to follow, he turned and headed for his office. I can't believe my fuckin' luck, he thought, passing the front desk. Jesus! Two chicks! Just what I always wanted!

"I'll be back in awhile," he said to the clerk, trying to appear nonchalant. "Take messages and I'll take care of them when I return."

He unlocked his office while Gita and Kate waited at the end of the hallway, towels over sun-tanned shoulders. Opening the door, he motioned for them to join him. Mr. Kelly was gone for the afternoon; Cindi was off, house-keepers knew what to do so he wasn't worried about being disturbed. Following him into the office, Gita shut the door. Smiling, Paco waived his hand at the room.

"It's kinda small. I only have a couple-a extra chairs. want to sit down?"

Kate sat in the overstuffed chair but Gita remained standing.

"You sit down," teased Gita. "I go down."

She gave Paco a little push toward the armless swivel chair. Still a bit nervous, he sat.

"Let's see it." She bent over and rubbed the bulge in his pant-leg. "Unzip your pants and pull it out."

Licking red lips impatiently, she adjusted her bikini bottom until she had it pulled up so tightly between her dark-tan legs, the red crotch parted the plump lips of her hot little pussy.

"You like that?" she grinned, watching him staring at her crotch as she pulled the stretch-fabric up ever tighter. "See my little pussy lips? My bikini doesn't even cover my crotch. See how smooth I am? I shave off all the hair. It makes it really nice and smooth; it's nice to lick, Paco."

Paco was sweating.

"Lick?" he smiled, looking at the way her swimsuit parted the cleft of her pussy, how the material barely covered her crotch. Licking Mick J lips, he swallowed twice. "Show me. Let me see, okay? Jesus, you two are fuckin' gorgeous!"

"Are you gonna play with yourself while you watch me do him?"

Gita was looking at Kate, sprawled back on the old over-stuffed chair with her fingers working against the visible cleft in her crotch.

"Let him watch you masturbate while I suck him off. He'll like that, won't you Paco?" He nodded, but didn't answer. "What are you waiting for?" She smiled, unzipped his pants and knelt between his legs. "Kate will let you watch her play with herself . . . "

"Great," he nodded, already sweating, watching Kate's fingers at play. "Go ahead. Jeez, you sure got a beautiful arse. You two were makin' me nuts. Boy, my dick is so hard I don't know if I can get it out."

Somehow he got his fingers into the fly and pulled the swollen cock from his pants.

"Fuck! There," he grinned. "See what I mean?"

Gita smiled approvingly, admiring the length, breadth and colour of the boy's uncircumcised erection. Paco was well-endowed.

"My, my, Paco! You have a beautiful cock. Do you enjoy getting head? Look at my mouth. Don't my lips just make you want to shoot your cum right in my mouth? I don't spit, Paco. It's unladylike. I always swallow. Do you cum a lot?"

Stroking the long loose-skinned cock with one fist, his strokes were making pre-cum jewels pop from the tip. He nodded.

"Was that a yes?"

Gita licked-up the crystal jewels.

"I did yesterday," Paco bragged, watching her lip-licking tongue. "Sometimes I cum for a minute. It feels like I'm gettin' off maybe three or four times but real close together. It's kinda hard to explain . . . "

That news made Gita smile.

"I'm sure it's hard, Paco, but I understand what you're saying. Girls feel that way, too, but what I meant was, do you cum a lot in volume?"

Not waiting for an answer, she quit licking her lips and sucked the swollen crest like it was a pop-sickle, swallowing a stream of clear pre-cum juice that had been dribbling down the blue-veined shaft.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, you taste really good, Paco. I bet you have delicious tasting semen. Now about the volume . . . "

Paco was still considering the question.

"I guess," he grinned. "Pilar said so. I bet I can fill a coffee cup."

Gita glanced at Kate to see her response to that revelation. Two fingers pressed into her twat, Kate was perspiring, intrigued by the idea of the tiny blonde beauty and Paco doing each other.

"Know what I like best?" asked Gita, looking back and stretching the foreskin down until the cock-head was exposed, swollen and rosy. "I like it when a young guy like you doesn't hold back, when they just let all their cum shoot without even waiting. I like it really deep in my throat. You have a really long cock, Paco. Have your girlfriends been able to deep-throat you all the way?"

Sweating now, he nodded enthusiastically.

"Pilar," he smiled. "The desk-clerk?"

Noticing the smirk on Kate's face, he realized she might have thought he was talking about the other desk-clerk, Thomas.

"The girl . . . the little blonde who waited on you at the pool yesterday?" he frowned. "The tiny one . . . the little blonde with the real hard arse?"

"Her? Oh, I remember her. She's adorable!" grinned Kate, spreading her legs further and playing with metallic-fabric crotch of her bikini. "She's so tiny. She can take all that down her throat? I'd love to see her do it."

Paco nodded.

"I'm gonna do her again," he grinned, "but I told her I wanted to see her with a girl. She said she'd do it if I'd let her swallow my cum. She likes that, too; swallowing cum . . . "

"Does she?" asked Gita, grinning at Kate. "She swallows your cum, too? A coffee cup full? I'll volunteer to play with her."

Smirking, Paco couldn't believe his luck.

"I'll tell her. She swallows cum like a whore. She's real nasty, and gives great head. She's little, but she gives deep-throat."

"Well; now you'll be able to boast that at least two cum-sluts could get all this down their throats. I like it that way best; all the way down my throat. You watch Kate, and I'll make you shoot-off right in my mouth. Don't hold back, Paco. Cum fast."

Looking at Kate, Paco was blushing like a little girl. She'd spread her legs and was masturbating openly, the crotch of her metallic bathing-suit pulled to one side so she could play with her hard little pink clit.

"God, you got a nice lookin' crotch!" he grinned, seeing the juicy lather she'd stirred up with playful fingers. "You made me so hot the day before yesterday, know what I did?"

Gita was working to get his cock down her throat.

"Tell me."

Kate was watching Gita fellate him, licking too-plump lips empathetically as she spread her little cunt open so the kid could see.

"I jerked-off behind the front counter when you walked through the lobby! When you bent over to check out those magazines I couldn't help it! Just lookin' at your arse made me want to fuck it! Fuck, I could see the whole crotch of your little white panties Jeez, I could see everything."

Kate liked that. The boy had masturbated in public just looking at her crotch.

"I wish you would-a let me watch," she giggled, fingers moving faster, wishing she could watch all the men who masturbated while watching her. "I would-a gone-down on you, Paco."

"Me, too," smiled Gita, letting the glistening cock slip from mouth. "Too bad I wasn't behind the counter with you. I wouldn't have let you jack-off. Just look at this cock, Kate. It's just perfect. I love sucking a long uncircumcised cock. Mmmmmmmmm, cum as fast as you can, Paco. I love swallowing thick loads of warm cum."

"Yeah?" he grinned. "That's just what Pilar did after she saw me shoot-off in the waste-basket. She got down behind the counter just like you're doin' an' sucked me off. The little chick swallowed my whole load!"

He looked at Kate, at her delicious crotch, at the small pink pussy spread for his gaze.

"You sure made me horny lookin' at your crotch! I want to to fuck you real bad!"

Paco's admission made Gita so hot to suck she couldn't wait. Looking up as she went down, she took nine-plus inches of hard erection down her throat.

"Well?" she asked, letting him slip from saliva-slick heat of her throat. "Do you like that?"

Paco's hips were jerking.

"Paco?" asked Gita, jerking his cock. "Talk to me!"

He took a deep breath, nodding enthusiastically. Gita went down again, sucking until the cock felt like it doubled in thickness, knowing he was looking between Kate's wide-spread legs as she gave him head, spreading her cunt open for him to see the semen-glossed pink sheath.

"want to see me cum?"

Kate was watching his face.

"Sure . . . " he panted.

The kid was remembering pictures of magazine-girls masturbating; girls exposing their pink little pussies, masturbating as though they were getting pleasure from being watched.

"You two are somethin' fuckin' else. I like watchin' you finger-fuckin' yourself.! This is gonna make me cum! Holy Fuck! Watch this! I'm shootin' my fuckin' load in your girlfriend's mouth right now!"

Pulsing madly, that youthful cock exploded in the wet heat of Gita's throat as she wiggled her hips appreciatively, looking up at him from under long dark eyelashes, just letting warm cum surge down her throat, a river of virile male excitement. Seeing him coming-off in her girlfriend's red-lipped pout, Kate showered her hand and legs in an ongoing orgasm.

"I'm coming, too, Paco. Watch me! Can you see me coming? I bet you'd love licking my pussy while I'm squirting!" teased Kate, imagining the sensation of his tongue on her clit, his mouth over her pussy, sucking her throbbing crotch as she sprayed.

"Let me!" he begged.

Eyes riveted to the open twin lips and totally hairless crotch, he watched showers of clear ejaculate spraying the beautiful girl's gorgeous tan thighs. The ceiling lights flickered for a minute, probably due to an increased summer electrical demand, but the strange thing was, the strobes seemed timed with the gushes of cunt-juice being pumped from Kate's open twat. Boiling up out of his nuts, gooey ropes of slick white jism were sluicing down Gita's throat, the cum-loving slut greedily swallowing his nut, cock buried completely in her well trained mouth. There was no doubt in her mind; this was definitely more than a cup.

Unable to wait, lovely eager-to-get-licked Kate stood and walked to where he was sitting, turned around, arched her back, spread tanned legs wide and wiggled her saucy juicy cum-filled cunt in Paco's red face.

"Then do it," she smiled, surrendering to lustful nature. "I'm so hot I thought I was going blind. You wanted to lick me. Put your mouth over my crotch while I masturbate, Paco."

I can't help myself, Mark, she moaned to herself, I'm just a bitch-slut for naughty sex. I want this kid's tongue and cock up my arsehole. I'm such a horny slut!

Reaching out, he touched swollen smoothly-shaved pussy-lips slippery with girlish sex-sauce and Mark's last load. Pressing back against his fingers, Kate wiggled pleasurably as he rubbed the slippery pout. Crotch glistening with male and female cum, she spread her small cunt-lips with her fingers, exposing the bright-pink pussy-chute to his exploring fingers, the open throat of her cunt a pulsing tube begging for oral stimulation. Slipping two fingers into the wet crack, he pumped them in and out until the scent of girlish cunt filled the room. It made a juicy sound like someone walking in wet shoes. There was another heady aroma, but Paco hadn't quite identified it.

"Suck it, Paco," she teased. "Come on, big boy. Lick it for me while Gita sucks you off. If you like looking at my arse so much; stick your tongue in it."

Grabbing her by the hair, Paco pulled her head back, making her arch her back further. Unable to just look at the frothy flesh, he glued his mouth over her smooth hairless crotch, once again pleased by the fact that the taste of warm pussy reminded him of celery. Fuck! I hope she likes me, he thought. I can't believe she's lettin' me eat her!

Hoping he'd stick his tongue in deep, Kate rapidly wiggled against his lips and spread the cheeks of her arse.

"Come on, Paco. You're making me cum. Lick me faster. Use your tongue everywhere. I LOVE it!"

Paco's cock hadn't lost a bit of hardness, Gita's suction making it bigger. Licking his lips, he looked at the open pink slit and the tiny rosy pucker above it.

"I want to lick your arse!" he grunted, salivating like a dog. "Okay? I want to fuckin' taste your arse! I want to fuck I! You got the most beautiful arse I've ever seen!"

Heart racing, Kate almost fainted from pleasure. Bending over further, she pulled the bathing suit away from her crotch, wiggling the smoothly-shaved cum-covered rosebud right in his sweating face.

Oh, YEAH, Paco! Thank you! I'd LOVE that! Lick it real good for me," she teased, flexing curvaceous buns and spreading her arse-cheeks even further. "I'm gonna give you a nice warm juicy surprise. Suck my pretty little cunt and arse, Paco. You'll love the taste of my arse."

Paco was in heaven. Just the sight of her soft pink pucker made his mouth water, and gluing his lips around her spasming anus, he slipped his tongue deep into its salty wetness, stabbing into a slippery cum-covered tube. Kate came on the spot!

"Don't quit, you darling boy! I love getting my arsehole licked. Oooooo, SUCK it, you bad boy! You do it real good, Paco. Stick your tongue all the way in me. Wiggle your tongue in my little arse, baby. SUCK that hot little hole!"

To her absolute delight, Paco spread the cheeks of her arse wide with both hands. While she held crotch of the swimsuit out of the way, he licked her juicy crotch from hot clit to puckered anus. She moaned with unashamed pleasure as the young man tongue-fucked the slippery cleft of her cunt, his tongue slipping into her semen-sticky sheath. Quivering with too-intense pleasure, she grabbed his hair and forced his face deeper between those firm sun-tanned cheeks and sprayed deliriously, orgasming into his mouth as he opened it under her tiny-lipped cunt. At the same second, she suddenly thought of Mark.

Oh, Mark! What am I going to do? she thought, knowing the answer before even asking the question Oh, fuck! I gotta swallow a load of this kid's cum! I gotta suck this kid's big beautiful dick! I'm such a slut I just can't help it! I NEED to suck him off, 'specially after he sucked your cum out-a my cunt!

Now Paco worked his tongue even deeper into her anus, deeper and deeper, each thrust making her gasp with lustful pleasure, each penetration making her juicy cunt orgasm. The growing puddle of pussy-juice dripping from his chin to the floor between her suntanned legs was testimony to unrestrained passion.

"Boy, Paco, you're good! GOD, you suck good! Oh, you're GOOD, you're real good! You're makin me CUM! Suck me REAL hard! Put your mouth over my pussy and SUCK!"

Tongue-fucking arse and pussy more desperately, lusting now in what he'd only begun the night before, still feeling he was making up for lost time, Paco was hooked on the taste of warm young crotch, unable to get enough of the lovely girl's luscious forbidden fruit. Powerless to keep from coming again, Kate let go, spraying cum in his mouth and across that stabbing tongue.

"FUCK!" she squealed, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming louder as a large oyster-sized gob of Mark's cum shot into the boy's sucking mouth. "GOD, Paco! EAT IT! Eat-out my crotch!"

Paco was so excited he was shaking, cock so far down Gita's throat he couldn't see it. Kate's warm crotch was so delicious he couldn't stop sucking, unaware that he was getting a mouthful of her boyfriend's cum. Sucking up the white lather, he pulled out of Gita's throat and pushed Kate to the floor on her hands and knees, face down on the rug, beautiful proud tight arse high in the air. Gita knew what the boy wanted. This was even better than she'd hoped for.

"I know what you want, Paco. Fuck her up her little arsehole," she insisted, slipping under Kate so she could get at that hard clit with her long wide tongue. "Look at her little pink tube. Stick your big dick up her tight arse, you naughty boy. You've made her good and wet. It's time to stick that big cock up her little arse."

Looking down at her naked crotch made his cock throb with such impatience, the desire to corn-hole the gorgeous girl made his face burn and cock almost double in hardness. Behind her, long uncircumcised cock in hand, he screwed the slippery head into the warm mouth of her perfect open pink anus, slowly easing all the way in to his large balls. He was afraid to move for fear of blowing his load.

Kate moaned with intense pleasure as he filled her to the limit, a massive invasion of her greedy-for-cock warm cum-chute anus. Pulling back, Paco began plunging in and out, each stroke expanding the warm smooth sheath, leaving the beauty's arsehole a wide-open pink mouth waiting for the next anal assault. Below the lusty semen-glossed intruder, Gita tongued a throbbing swollen pink clit. After five minutes of heavy drilling he pulled out. Holding his gooey cum-glossed cock above the open mouth of that pulsing pink anus, the spurting head unloaded a tidal wave of semen into the depths of the open receptacle. Semen poured over the plump juicy lips of the beauty's nude little pussy. Below, open mouth waiting for the boy's munificent load, Gita moaned passionately at the sight of his excess.

"Squeeze it out . . . squeeze your arse-muscles," she moaned, watching a geyser of milky semen surging up from the open receptacle of Kate's powerfully-fucked arse.

It was Old Faithful erupting, bubbling and gushing warm cum over the lips of her bright-pink well-sucked pussy-slit. In a frenzy of desire, Gita clasped Kate's slim hips, and opened her hungry mouth under the girl's dripping crotch. As Paco plunged back into the blonde's arse to the hilt, Gita began drinking the warm gooey ejaculate. Forced out by the youthful erection's invasion, a river of jism was running down Kate's crotch-crack directly into her new girlfriend's waiting mouth. Gita looked up at Paco, complete surrender on her exotic face. The tightly-puckered arsehole drove the lad crazy with lust, memories of fucking Pilar's the night before making cum boil in his groin. Kate's ongoing orgasm caused muscular spasms around his throbbing hard-on and ejaculate bubbled up from the ducky puckering arsehole each time he withdrew.

"Eat my arse again, Paco!" cried Kate, looking at him over her shoulder. "Oh, FUCK! Suck my arsehole, you arse-fucking son of a bitch! Suck out an' I'll suck yours!"

Pulling out of her cum-hungry arse Paco looked down at Gita.

"You suck it out of her! I ain't queer. I want to see you suckin' all that cum out of her arse!"

Coming all over herself, Gita licked her ruby-red lips in anticipation of the waiting feast. Face a mask of lust, she began finger-fucking Kate's plump little pussy, forcing cum to pour from the girl's rosy anus. Changing position, she covered Kate's entire crotch with that red-lipped mouth and began sucking the wide-open pink arse-mouth, capturing cum from the slippery semen-filled sheaths. Grunting with pleasure, Kate squeezed and flexed strong internal muscles, making semen erupt like a volcano into Gita's voracious mouth. Alternating between slippery pink holes, she sucked pussy too, worming her long tongue up Kate's sheath, feeling the clit throb, the pussy-lips sucking her tongue as two different men's semen filled her mouth.

Paco was so excited by their lust, his cock wouldn't wilt. Two fuckin' loads, he thought. Fuck! I got more.

Kate was so excited she almost fainted. Grabbing his cock, Gita worked the slippery tip against her girlfriend's anal-pucker again, watched it give like a whore's mouth, the swollen cock-head slipping into hot colon past the elastic ring of a tight anal sphincter.

"OH FUCK!" Kate cried, almost sagging. OH . . . DO ME AGAIN! FUCK MY HOT ARSEHOLE! I'm such a TRAMP! FUCK me up my arsehole, you naughty boy!"

"DO it!" urged Gita. "Doesn't she feel wonderful! Stroke her cum-tube with that beautiful big cock. You have another shot in that gun, big boy. Shoot it ALL up her arse!"

The sensation felt so good, Paco continued pushing, the entire shaft slipping up Kate's arse again, making the girl scream like a cat in heat.

"GOD, Paco!" she panted. "Oh, Paco . . . you're so fuckin' BIG! Fuck me up my tight little arsehole, you bastard! You're so big it hurts my little arsehole so good!"

The sensation of getting his long cock into Kate's tight hot arsehole made jism boil in his balls.

"Damn! You're HOT!" he cried, plunging into the slippery tube. "Could you feel me cumin' when I shot-off up your arse? I can't believe it. I'm fuckin' you right up your sweet little arsehole. FUCK! I would-a given a million bucks to fuck your arse yesterday, an' now I'm gettin' it for free, today! This is too fuckin' much! Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot-off so fuckin' bitchin' you'll be able to TASTE this load!"

Kate was so hot she was panting like a greyhound after a race. Each thrusting sensation felt like he was shoving his arm up her arse, stroking so deeply she was afraid it really was going to come out of her mouth. Paco's words made her face burn with excitement and she wiggled her arse, appreciatively.

God, she thought, I'd let him fuck my arse anytime! I can't help it, Mark, I just love getting' back-doored by a big stiff dick! An' taste it! I gotta taste it; I gotta swallow a load like he just shot up my arse! Oh, Mark! I want to swallow cum so bad! I'm such a cock-sucking cum swallowing slut!

"Oh Paco! FUCK me!" she cried. "Shoot your hot load of cum up my arsehole, Paco! Fuck me hard, you wonderful arse-fucking son-of-a-bitch! I love it!"

But hunger for the taste and heady scent of semen made her change her mind, the lust-filled desire to know what the boy's cum would smell and taste like as she made him unload in her mouth.

"Want me to drink your cum, Paco? Oooooo, you licked me so good and let me cum in your mouth. Let me suck your long arse-fucking cock. I'm nasty, aren't I, Paco? Doesn't that excite you? Seeing a pretty girl suck you off? Hearing a pretty girl beg you to fuck her up her arse, and then beg you to let her suck your cock? Guys love pretty girls who like to be treated like sluts!"

Her nasty words were enflaming his lust and he didn't know what he wanted most; to blow this load up her arse or let her suck it out of his cock.

"Make me drink your cum, Paco. Make me swallow it like Pilar and Gita did. Pull you cock right out of my arse an' shove it right in my mouth. Make me suck it! Will that make you hot, Paco? want to make me get down on my knees like a little slut whore and drink your warm fucking cum as soon as you pull that big hot cock out-a my arsehole?"

"Jesus, I can't wait, he panted, sweating like a dock-worker in July, long cock up her arse to his balls. "Right up your hot little arse, you little whore! You love this, don't you, you fuckin' anal-slut whore! Oh, FUCK, you feel good! You better not be teasin' me. I want to make you swallow my cum!"

Pulling the shaft from her well-fucked hole, Kate spun around, delirious with heated need, the throbbing erection pulsing above her model-perfect face. Down on her knees, she let her sexy girlfriend stroke his cock above a waiting tongue-out cum-hungry mouth. In her mind she could see herself drinking the warm clingy erotic feast, mouthfuls of delicious gooey thick jism. Would it never stop? Never from any single ejaculation would she get so much fucking semen.

A memory flashed through her mind; a cum-fest game with her first boyfriend and his best friend. They'd spent a weekend together fucking her then-virgin arse and pussy so good she'd begged for a special treat. The imaginative duo came up with a plan, making her masturbate both of them into a large glass. Then they watched as she drank their warm fresh semen. That had been too exciting, letting them watch while she drank it, moaning with wantonness. That was when she first realized the meaning of oral gratification. Just swallowing that big glassful of warm semen had made her cum all over her thighs without even touching herself. Eager to repeat the act, she let Gita milk the slippery-skinned erection, urging him on. She was waiting for the thick gooey, slightly salty ejaculate with pleasure, crotch tingling lust nearly frightened her.

"Good God, Paco, you cum quarts, not cups! I love it. My GOD! I love it. Can you cum again? Do you want to watch her swallow your cum?" hissed Gita.

Paco was grinning like the village idiot.

"Yeah . . . yeah . . . "

Taking cock in mouth, Gita sucked skillfully, pleased that Kate had wanted to give the boy head. After all, he'd jacked-off just seeing her. Not only that, she knew Kate would have more reason to keep their little secret if she sucked the boy off, too. When Kate bent over the desk, Paco rolled his chair closer. Under the desk and between his legs, Gita had a perfect position to suck cock while Paco positioned himself to eat Kate's pink semen-drenched arsehole. When she looked up she could see Paco sticking his tongue in the blonde's just fucked arsehole, the saliva covered organ reaming the pink tube. Going down on his pale-blue-veined marvelous shaft, she felt it expand and grow even harder in her throat while she masturbated herself deliciously to another slippery-oyster orgasm.

"Deeper!" Kate begged. "Suck it all out, Paco!"

He began sucking harder. She let go, forcing loads of his cum mixed with pussy-juice into the boy's mouth. Paco didn't want to stop. Sexual adventures with Pilar, combined with this unbelievable stroke of good luck, made his cock throb in Gita's wonderful mouth.

"She's gonna make me cum in her mouth!" he gasped, semen smeared all over his.

Turning, Kate looked back at him over the curve of her stunning arse.

"want to see me swallow it?" She was chewing a plump lower lip. "want to watch me drink your cum!"

Smiling to herself, Gita knew she could make him cum in a second. His hips jerked with uncontrollable reflexes as she doubled efforts to make him blow his wad.

"Geez," he panted, "I don't think I can wait. She's gonna make me shoot real soon. Her mouth feels so bitchin'!"

"Wait! Let me," pleaded Kate. "Don't cum in her mouth, Paco. I want to swallow your cum. I want you to make me do it. You want-a watch your cum go in my mouth, don't you, Paco? I want to be a nasty cum-drinking bitch slut whore! Tell me you want me to be nasty.

"But I'm so close," Paco panted, "I want you to be nasty, but I can't hold back now!"

Spotting the water glass on the desk, and wanting a replay of her earlier experience, Kate grabbed it. Spinning around, turning the chair and Paco too, she took his saliva-slippery erection in her fist. Masturbating the youth's giant uncircumcised cock with knowing strokes, she held the glass under the ruddy tip.

"Shoot off in this glass, Paco. I'll drink it while you watch me . . . all of it, Paco. You'll love watching this little cum-swallowing slut whore drink your beautiful thick pearly cum."

Still trying to swallow the cum that was sticking to the back of her throat, Gita wanted to see that, too.

Yeah," she giggled. "Make him fill that fucking glass with cum."

"Lick my pussy while I make him shoot off," begged Kate, lustfully, spreading lovely legs wider for Gita's talented tongue.

Scooting between them, Gita held her girlfriend's muscle-hard arse-cheeks, licking the juicy smooth nude crotch while Kate masturbated the kid to his third climax of the day. Crystalline and almost colourless, pale cloudy swirls of ejaculate splashed into the glass as Kate milked him off, spurt after spurt of warm jism sloshing into the vessel until it was over half full. She almost died in ecstasy as she watched the flood surge from the eye of his cock. Coming on Gita's tongue, she was unwilling to quit until she was sure there wasn't another drop in his deflating cock.

"Is that all of it?" she giggled, milking the massive rod, skinning foreskin back with firm grip.

Imagine her surprise when the lad's crest flared again, his fourth and final massive orgasm nearly overfilling the drinking glass with sloppy ropes of cloudy cum. Spent, red-faced and panting, he watched Kate hold the glass up to the light, swirling its contents as though mixing a cocktail.

"Got enough, now? Go ahead, drink it . . . " he smirked, remembering his neighbor. "I want you to be nasty. Fuck! I've seen a cunt drink a glass full of cum before. Go ahead; I gotta see this. DRINK that fuckin' glassful!"

Gita was watching, too.

"Do it, Kate. Oh my God. Drink it!" she urged, still playing with herself. "I've never seen so much cum from two loads. Drink it! I LOVE watching young girls drinking boy's semen!"

Blushing at what she was about to do, perspiration on upper lip, eyes appraising its contents, Kate's mouth watered for the taste of youthful ejaculate.

"You want me to drink it, don't you?" she blushed, tongue licking swollen lips. "You two are so nasty. You think I'm actually gonna drink all this?"

Both nodded enthusiastically.

"You're right! Keep licking me and watch," she grinned, screwing a finger up her semen-slippery anus and masturbating as fast as she could move it.

Filling her request, Gita licked the girl's swollen pink clit with the flat of her tongue.

"I am naughty, Gita! I'm so nasty I want to drink all this fucking cum while you're watching me! I'm just a nasty slut cum-drinking cock-sucking anal whore!"

Raising the nearly-full glass to luscious pink lips, she tipped it, letting its still-warm heady contents slide into her eager mouth, cum the consistency of a dozen raw egg-whites, inhaling the spunky redolence of the youth's hormone-laced semen like she was drinking some rare expensive wine. With a guilty twinkle in beautiful blue eyes, she swallowed purposely over and over, not stopping until the entire glass was empty, her cunt spraying against Gita's tongue every time she swallowed the warm swirling loads.

"God damn!" Paco smirked, shaking his head in amazement. "She fuckin' swallowed it all! What a hot fuckin' cum-hungry whore slut bitch! I thought queers were the only ones who swallowed cum. Boy, that made my dick twitch."

"Mmmmmmm," Kate moaned, swallowing again and again. "You have the tastiest, sweetest cum! Mmmmmmm! Thanks, Paco! I'm a nasty anal whore cum-swallowing bitch! Gimme me the chance, and I'll drink your cum every day I'm here. I'm such a slut for the taste of cum."

Getting up, and licking pussy-juice coated lips, Gita tucked Paco's half-hard cock back in his pants, then zipped his fly.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," she smiled, patting his cheek, then taking Kate's hand. "Let's get back to the pool and cool off."

Kate blushed at Paco as they closed the door behind them

"God, I can't believe I did or said all those things!" she blushed, hurrying along next to Gita. "Why didn't you stop me? When someone licks my arse . . . an' even worse, when I get a hard cock up my butt, I just crave swallowing cum. I can't help it, Gita. I'm getting such a craving for swallowing cum it's making me crazy. I'm so naughty, aren't I? Please don't tell Mark how naughty I am. You're a bad influence on me, Gita."

"Gee, thanks," Gita smiled. "I was afraid you were ready to get married or something. Glad to see you know a good thing when you see one. That boy has a really good thing. For someone who just wanted to watch, you got the lion's-share of that boy's cock . . . and cum."

"God, I'll say," blushed Kate. "I've never seen a guy cum like that in my life! Two of his orgasms equaled four of most of my boyfriends. I mean, I couldn't be interested in him other than fun sex. Oh, my God, Gita; I'm such a slut. I'm so nasty. Mark would just hate me if he knew what I just did, but I LOVED swallowing all that cum."

Blushing from head to toe, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd just done.

"That boy has the sweetest cum. Those were the sloppiest loads of cum I've every swallowed. God, I haven't swallowed that much at one time since I was a teenager. I'd get down on my knees to suck his cock anytime he asked."

"Bet he asks again," Gita laughed, fondling Kate's wet metallic Spandex crotch as they headed for the lobby.

"I hope so," Kate blushed, wiggling curvaceous hips

"Now susssshhh," hissed Gita, swatting her arse, "stop going on so about the kid. You were just having a little fun."

She was considering the ramifications of this little indiscretion. Kate would do anything to keep her sexy escapade a secret from Mark and Gita was quickly dreaming up more alternatives.

When Paco walked out to the pool, the girls were playing in the water at the deep end. He nodded but made no attempt to talk to them in front of the rest of the guests.

After showering again and pulling on his suit, Mark walked down to the pool. The girls were doing laps but waived after noticing him laying back in a chaise with a Bloody Kate, talking to the auburn-haired waitress. He waived back.

"You know them?" asked the waitress, arranging paperwork on her tray.

"We're together," smiled Mark."

Getting the message, the waitress blushed.

"They're very beautiful," she said, watching the girls. "Both of them? I mean, you're all together?"

Mark grinned and nodded.

"And Pilar, too?" she asked.

"Pilar?"

"The little blonde? I saw all of you together yesterday by the pool. The waitress?" smiled Venessa. "She doubles as a desk-clerk, too. I thought you knew her . . . "

"No," Mark grinned. "She was talking to my girlfriends. Maybe they have plans for later."

"How fun for you!" the waitress smiled knowingly. "I hope you don't think I'm too forward but Hollywood is still pretty new for me. I'm still trying to get used to how 'free' most things seem. I was raised in a small town and things there were quite different . . . "

"Where?" he asked, sipping the cool drink.

"Limerick," she smiled, looking down into grey-blue eyes.

Mark nodded, unable to ignore her striking figure. Wearing standard hotel waitress uniform, the short skirt showed plenty of shapely leg. From where he lay, and because she was standing so close, Mark could look up her skirt, could see where those perfect legs ended. He looked up at her face again, at blue eyes and full-lipped smile. Very nice smile. His cock twitched suddenly in his shorts but he made no attempt to cover the obvious quickly growing bulge.

"I'm Mark," he offered, "and you're?"

"Venessa," she smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mark."

Smiling back, he took a sip of his drink.

"Pilar?" he continued. "Do you know her well?"

This time, Venessa blushed.

"Well . . . " she smirked, "let's just say I know her interests, and I thought she was interested in you."

That message was delivered while looking directly at the large bulge in his shorts.

"I hope we talk again soon, Mark, but I have to take care of guests."

Turning, she swished away when noticing the girls leaving the pool. Mark watched her walking; tight trim arse keeping his attention as she bent over to take an order from a patron. The girls noticed where he was looking.

"Interested in redheads?" asked Kate, picking up a towel, cheeks still burning from guilt. "She has gorgeous legs, doesn't she? A pretty girl, actually. Fabulous smile from behind," she teased, the remark inference to very visible twin-lip pout only partially concealed by skintight white satin panties. "She's pretty enough to be a model. She seems nice and friendly, doesn't she?"

That wasn't a question.

After oiling each other again, the girls lay down on their towels. Other than shrugging, Mark hadn't responded to Kate's interrogation, but sipped his drink, relaxing in summer sun's warmth. He knew he wasn't being faithful in thought as he imagined fucking either of the slim little waitresses, his swollen cock twitching at the thought of either one of them sucking him off. Both girls had perfect cock-sucking lips. He opened one eye. Venessa had moved to another guest. When she bent over to take an order, the little white strip of panty-crotch peeked out from under the hem of a yummy-short dress, tan thighs framing a deep pussy-cleft, shiny panties slightly damp. Sighing, he closed his eyes. God, all the females around me lately seem to be wearing sexy panties. Just what I need, he thought, another female to fuck! I wonder if either one likes giving head. He chuckled out loud.

"What?" asked Kate, glancing up at her boyfriend.

"Nothing," he answered, sipping iced-drink.

Guilt surfacing, she wondered if the waitress had said something about Gita and her disappearing for an hour with Paco.

"What?" she asked again. "What were you thinking?"

"What a fuckin' circus!" he sighed, eyes closed, shaking his head.

Oh, my God, she thought, cheeks burning. He knows. I wonder what she told him. He's gonna be so pissed when he learns what I did.

I hope she can't read my mind, thought Mark.

"No matter what," whispered Kate, "I got just what you want; and Mark, honey, you can have it whenever you want." (God, I hope he isn't real jealous!)

His thoughts were elsewhere. I bet I could get Venessa to suck me off, he thought, watching the sensuous young waitress serving drinks. She was looking right at my Woody and I know what she was thinkin'! I know that look when I see it. Hmmmmmmm, maybe I'll get Gita to take Kate shopping today while I try to get into this girl's little panties! Damn, she's cute. Hey, maybe a little strange sex is good for the love-life.

Kate was smiling fondly at him when he glanced back. What a fun morning, she thought. Paco was really good! Maybe sex on the side is just what we both need. My God, I could swallow that boy's cum all day long. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Nothing, baby," she cooed. "Your baby will take good care of everything. Is tiger ready to cum again?" she whispered, licking those just-fucked lips and smiling at him seductively, wondering if her breath reeked as much like cum as Gita's.

Hmmmmmmmm, I'm gonna suck the starch out-a that kid's cock while we're here, she thought. Plus, I'm not letting little Gita swallow any more of your cum. There's no way one guy can supply enough cum to keep little 'ol me satisfied when we're hanging out with a jism-thirsty girl like her.

"I'm dreaming of getting a lovely fuck," she whispered, telling the truth. "I hope you like having a slave who wants to swallow cum every morning! You better eat good so you can make enough of that delicious stuff so you can feed me lots-a warm cum. No matter how you give it to me, I got a growing appetite for cock-cream, Mr. Milkman. I'm ordering three pints a day."

"Don't say that too loud, sweetie. That film-maker over there is watching you again. He's already offered to contribute. Should I ask him if he still wants to use you for an hour? He'll pay a lot more than a grand . . . "

Giving the fat-man a saccharine smile, Kate swatted Mark's buns.

"Don't you dare!"

Pleased with himself, Mark closed his eyes. I must be doing something right, he thought, smiling contentedly. Whatever it is, I hope I don't fuck it up.

"Listen; why don't the two of you go shopping in Beverly Hills. I'll hang out here and rest for the day?"

"What a fun idea," said Kate, sitting up. "Come on, Gita; let's go have a little fun!

"We'll take a cab and do Beverly Hills." Gita blotted red lipstick on two of the most sexually active in town. "Have you shopped there yet?"

"We were gonna go next week, but we need to get back to the island." Kate stopped brushing a cascade of Palomino-blonde hair and put the brush on the dresser. "I'd love to see the stores again. It's been a couple-a years since I've been there."

"Let's dress to murder." Always exotic Gita was rummaging through a pile of clothes in her bag. "I adore doing the costume thing. Don't you just adore it when guys lay down on the ground just to get a peek up under your skirt?"

"Depends on the guy," responded Kate, starting a French braid, then switching to a pony-tail high on blonde head. "But I'm up for whatever you're into. Sure! Let's get sexy." She tossed the brush in her bag. "I sure had fun this morning with Jeffery. You're not going to say anything to Mark, are you"

"Not unless you do, darling. Come on; stop feeling so guilty. Jesus, were you raised by a bunch of nuns?"

Kate giggled and gave her a kiss.

'Real sexy' was an understatement even for their selection of underwear, the two nearly causing accidents on Sunset while climbing into the polished black limo. Chatting non-stop about Jeffery during the ride, they slowed only to chew food during lunch at a 'fabulously' chic cafe, then relaxed over tea before hitting fashionable shops.

"So . . . this girl, 'Asia'," asked Kate, pouring a second cup for Gita, and changing the topic, "you're still living with her when you're in Mumbai?"

"Un-huh. She lives in my home now since she moved out of the artist's place. I, like so many others, can't pronounce her Indian name, so she goes by 'Asia'"

To avoid making a faux pas, Kate leaned closer so patrons wouldn't overhear. The restaurant had become modestly quiet and she didn't continue the conversation until the waiter moved on to other patrons.

"So, she's not turning tricks anymore now that you two are living together?"

"Not that I know," grinned Gita. "Who knows for sure, but you'd really love watching her having sex, Kate. It's an art, submissive sex, something to be done better each time it's done. All of the sexual arts; fucking, anal sex; and especially oral sex. She's devoted to the discipline. How's that for keeping a love life healthy? Always striving for perfection?"

"She lived with you and Mark?" asked Kate, toying with a spoon, digging for all the juicy news.

Gita leaned closer, too.

"There wasn't a morning that I didn't watch that young girl suck your boyfriend off, and every morning she added some new touch, some new stroke, some new twist to her act. That's what it was, Kate. An act. She's an incredible teacher. I mean it."

"She gave him head every morning?" Kate's cheeks were as hot as the tea in her cup; even the checks in her panties.

Overhead, large slow-turning wooden-blade fans moved the air, but not enough to cool her down. Cars pasted the windows; faces peering through glass in hopes of seeing someone famous. With thoughts of watching her Indian roommate giving Mark head, Gita wasn't paying attention to tourists.

"First thing. It's a ritual. Asia said it was important for his health. She thrives on doing it. Really. She said men have to ejaculate at least once every morning to stimulate 'Yang', their masculine vitality. And by swallowing semen, women transmute male sexual energy into 'Yin', making them more exciting and attractive to men. What goes around, cums around?

Kate giggled and blushed. Patrons didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe that's what's happening to you, Kate! Asia believes swallowing cum makes her healthy and attractive to men. The more she swallows, the healthier she becomes. Let me tell you, she should have been the healthiest girl in Mumbai! She got up at least an hour before we did to shower and prepare for the morning ritual. She did makeup and dressed just to excite Mark's passion. She'd give him a massage while describing what she'd planned; and listen sweetie, she could talk some real sexy talk. A guy would have to be dead from the waist down not to want her mouth on his cock after she described how much pleasure she got from swallowing his cum. When I said it was a 'ritual', I meant it. She always wanted me to watch so I'd learn to perfect the art, as well as heighten her pleasure gained from performing well for an audience. Mark wasn't about to deny her pleasure. Asia got pleasure from servicing any and all of our pleasures."

"Sounds like a job for me," Kate laughed, nervously bouncing her legs under the table. "Think she could teach me a couple a things?"

"Listen, the first time I saw her deep-throat cock I couldn't believe my eyes." Lowering her voice even further, Gita glanced around the room for fear someone might be listening. "She's so tiny, Kate. And Mark's cock is certainly larger than average. She didn't even bat an eye. We were in my room and I'd hardly introduced them when she smiled at him and asked if she could fellate him. My God, Kate, he about fell on his back! His face actually turned red."

Kate struggled to control nervous giggles.

"She goes, 'I am so pleased to meet you, dear sir. Please permit me to please you by fellating you and swallowing your cum. I will please you past any earlier experience.' She was wearing a little wisp of a Indian silk slit skirt, and she spread her legs so he could see her crotch. She was wearing a little French single-layer satin thong that fit her like skin. It barely covered her pussy, and she began rubbing herself between the legs. She has a perfect little crotch like yours; small pussy-lips, but a very deep pronounced cleft. There's not a hair between her legs. Mark and I could see everything, or what we couldn't, we could imagine. She goes, 'Please, sir . . . you appear to need sexual release. I sense you are very attracted to me, and if I'm not allowed to consume your seed, you will become even further frustrated by our meeting. Allow me to suck you to completion and swallow your cum This act will bind me to you so that you may direct me to perform at your will, to perform any act that brings you pleasure. Please don't deny me, and in doing so, deny yourself the act that first went through your mind when we were introduced.' You should have seen his face. She made him sit on the side of the bed like we did the other night. She got down on her knees and opened his pants and began caressing his balls with her fingertips. Mark's cock was standing straight up against his stomach. That little girl bent over and took it all the way down. The first time I saw her doing that, she didn't even stroke. She just opened her mouth and swallowed. It looked like she was swallowing his cock. She didn't do it fast, either. It was so sensual and slow, disappearing all the way into her throat like that. I'd never been able to do that before. I'd always bobbed my head up and down, you know, stroking with my mouth and sucking. She looked up at him and goes, 'You are approaching sexual paradise, sir. Do not linger to please me. My pleasure comes when you reach yours; when you send your warm semen flying into my throat, when you surrender all false modesty and give all to me, when you let me drink your virile nectar You may do it, now, dear sir . . . let you cum rush into my mouth. Please us both by surrendering your delicious seed!' Well, by the time she took it all the way down her throat, he was coming. I couldn't see any cum but I knew he was by the sounds she made swallowing, and the way she was masturbating. My God, that made me so hot."

A waiter approached and was waived away. The party at the next table got up and left, their absence leaving the room even quieter. Gita sighed and took a sip of tea.

"It seldom took her more than a minute to make him cum, at least the first time! She tried to teach me but I nearly choked myself trying. It took me a year to learn how to deep throat without gagging, and sometimes, like with Paco, it still makes me gag."

Kate's ears were red. Gita's sex narratives were making her squirm, both out of envy and a hint of jealousy.

"Did he go down on her every morning, too?"

"No . . . " paused Gita, obviously trying to recall past events with the randy pair. "Actually, what she seemed to enjoy best was when I was licking her while she was sucking him off. You know me. I really loved her clit, her whole crotch. I used a big crystal gelatin dildo while she sucked. She only allows herself to orgasm when she's making someone else orgasm. It's ritualistic; the whole sex act. Making her partner orgasm without coming herself was depriving her lover of her 'Chi' and her 'Yin', her sexual energy . . . "

Slipping her hand between sun-tanned thighs, Kate pressed her palm against a very slippery crotch. Under the thin layer of skintight satin, she could feel swelling sex-lips pulse with powerful contractions as Gita described her girlfriend's sexual talents.

"She welcomes any form of sexual stimulation," Gita continued, looking around again to make sure no one was listening. "Perhaps more than Mark, I'm into bondage. You know, the 'dominate' side? I get pleasure having a female sex-slave, a real submissive. I hope you don't think I'm too-weird but there's something terribly erotic about making a girl do things . . . especially a pretty girl . . . making her dress to please me . . . making her service me when I want to be serviced. Well, it excites me immensely! Anyway, we dressed her up one night and let two of her pretty little girlfriends 'have' her. What a ritual that was! After scrubbing her from head to toe they shaved her entire crotch, as usual, and gave her a full two hour body massage, stretched her until she looked like she was made of rubber and gave her three gigantic enemas. When they were satisfied she was ready, they began having sex."

"Ready?" Kate giggled, close to orgasm, "I would have been 'comatose' after all that. My God, Gita, you have me ready to cream my panties right now."

"How nice, darling, but listen and don't go off half cocked."

That remark made both giggle.

"Anyway, they made her lie spread-eagle on her stomach after getting her a little high on opium and rice wine, and used toys and techniques I'd never seen. They began playing with her crotch, you know, kissing her anus and sucking her clit until it was as big as her nipples, working their fingers up her pussy and arse at the same time. The young girls were as tiny as Asia. They have very small hands. Anyway, after a while, one had her whole hand up to her wrist up Asia's pussy! I couldn't believe my eyes! That little girl has the tightest pussy I've ever felt. She loved it. The other girl held Asia's face between her legs so Asia could lick pussy. The girl who was fist-fucking her was playing with her G-spot, making her ejaculate over and over. Every time her girlfriend had an orgasm, Asia ejaculated. When they had her at the peak, the other girl lubricated her hand with Asia's ejaculate and fist-fucked Asia's arsehole! The other girl was fist-fucking her pussy, and when she pulled her fist out, that pink tube continued spraying for at least two minutes! God, Kate, you should have seen that orgy. They held her face between my legs and she just kept squirting while sucking my clit. I could see everything. She must have loved getting fist-fucked. Can you imagine seeing a girl's little pussy spraying juice for two minutes. I thought she was peeing."

Aroused and lightheaded, Kate glanced around to see if anyone else was listening to the blazing 'sexcapade', but no one seemed to be eves-dropping. Without slowing the pace, Gita continued the titillating narrative.

"Those girls used toys in every opening; they ate her pussy and arse all night long." Sighing wistfully, obviously aroused by memories of that orgiastic night, she took another sip and set the cup down.

"I'm going to Mumbai," giggled Kate, the hand between her thighs wet with cunt-juice, "and I want your address."

A laughing Gita took Kate's other hand.

"You should have seen those girls working on her crotch at the same time, one fist-fucking her while the other used a giant rubber dildo. It looked exactly like a man's cock but was three times as big. They'd used three different dildos. They started with a small butt-plug, but each one was just a bit larger than the preceding one. They lubricated the shafts with some kind of salve. Finally, one girl worked a rubber cock up that little girl's arse. That toy was at least twelve inches long. It was very obvious they were making her incredibly excited but she refused to orgasm until they pushed her down on her knees between my legs and let her lick my pussy. The second I had an orgasm she sprayed like a cat."

"I'm on my way," Kate sighed, unable to sit still any longer. "Come on, Gita, this is making me very excited."

"Listen, she's the one who taught me how to ejaculate."

Enjoying Kate's reaction, Gita continued to tease her with tales of those steamy encounters.

"I never knew it was possible until Asia showed me how she stimulated an area just a little way inside her vagina. It feels different than surrounding tissue. When she teased it with her fingers, a clear liquid shot out of her urethra and it wasn't urine. It's like we have an equivalent of a male prostate. You have it and you use it. Not many women know how to stimulate it, but if they did, I'd guarantee every woman would be doing it. Mark certainly enjoyed it when we ejaculated. I'm sure it's one of the things that attracts him to you."

Lovely face damp with perspiration, Kate had to wipe it with a linen napkin. Inside the crotch of her cute little panties, her pussy was even wetter. Gita knew the story was having a powerful effect on the girl, but wasn't about to stop. She loved telling sex-stories and knew Kate as getting very aroused.

"You know, being my submissive, she'd do anything I asked. I asked often," she continued, holding Kate's warm hand. "When I'd ask, she'd suck Mark off in cabs, under the table in an expensive hotel restaurant and in those little boats. She'd go down on him in a second whenever I told her I wanted to watch her please him. She sucked him off while we were sitting in a sex-club. Boy, the tourists applauded that show! She even let him fuck her up her arse in hotel elevators when I'd stop one between floors. I have at least two hours of VCR tape of her performing fellatio and fucking. The tapes of them fucking are very erotic. She sometimes made him cum two or three times before pulling out. We got some sweet close-ups of those cream-pies. You know who got to eat them. You're welcome to see them if you'd like. They're absolutely the best."

Aware that Kate was masturbating surreptitiously, hand under the table, Gita decided to push her all the way to heaven.

"We had a party one night for all of her girlfriends at the club," she whispered, lowering her voice even more and leaning closer. "There were about twenty-five girls, all cute little tricks, none of them over sixteen, I swear. Anyway, by tradition, each brought a present for Asia. This time they brought these clear glass vials, like test tubes, about six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Each vile held fresh semen from three young boys. Isn't that weird! Well, the rule was that they, the boys, couldn't be over fifteen. It was each girl's duty to select three boys for virility and strength and collect the semen personally by masturbating the kids into the vials. Anyway, after one of those routine preparation ceremonies they bound Asia with silk cords in a very vulnerable position and took turns ravishing her body. Each girl would open a vile, ceremoniously pour the cum in Asia's mouth and she'd swallow while the girls made her ejaculate, kinda like you did with Paco's cum, but of course one of those equals maybe two of those boys. Each tube held about eight loads. Anyway, while one girl poured cum in Asia's mouth, the other girls took turns drinking her ejaculations. They believed they were drinking a powerful aphrodisiac from her sex while she gained sexual strength from swallowing young boy's semen. The ceremony lasted until every vile was empty. Asia had at least twenty-five orgasms. Kate, those young girls know a lot about sex. You seem to have some intuitive sexual knowledge. How you got it, I don't know, but from what I've seen you're on the same path to sexual euphoria."

"I hope so," Kate blushed, glancing around nervously. "I love learning new tricks."

The young waiter in white shirt and tight black pants came by and filled their tea-cups with hot water and left two more bags.

"Anything else, ladies?

Gita smiled and dismissed him.

"I learned something new every day," she whispered. "After I insisted, Asia got her girlfriends to give me a party, using me like they used her."

"You let all those girls use you?" Kate asked, so close to coming she felt faint "The same way?"

"With slightly different twists," grinned Gita, savouring a sip of warm tea. "They let me eat each of them while two girls used me. They rotated. Let me tell you, you haven't been sexually aroused until you let a couple of those young Indian girls between your legs. For the first time in my life my last orgasms were the best! They tied Asia up with silk after dressing her like a sex star. You know, thigh-highs, spike heels; the whole show. While I was being ravaged by her girlfriends, Asia was on her knees fellating young boys for my pleasure. Her girlfriends brought boys into the room five at a time so they'd be highly aroused by the time it was their turn to cum in her mouth. That made me so hot, I decided to heat up her arse and began spanking her with a silk-covered bamboo paddle. I didn't spank too hard, just hard enough to make her arse turn bright pink. I love that sound, that 'wack' when a paddle kisses nice smooth arse-flesh. That's very satisfying."

Taking a slow sip of tea, she sighed contentedly, but Kate was hanging on every word.

"Well, darling, she continued performing fellatio as close as we're sitting now. I think she sucked-off more than twenty boys. I've never been good at guessing Asian's ages, but they couldn't have been older than fifteen. I watched closely while I was spanking her, and believe me most of those boys came a half-dozen times without stopping. I knew they were coming. You could see it in their faces but they never made a sound. They'd quiver, little narrow butts flexing, and she'd swallow while I swatted her hot little arse. When one was exhausted she'd let him pull out of her throat and the next boy would take his place, his sex so engorged he'd ejaculate as soon he got it in her mouth. The boys continued coming every couple of minutes for maybe ten minutes or longer."

"Didn't any of them fuck her?"

"During the last two hours of the party. At least ten or fifteen boys fucked her while she sucked-off their companions. The girls would suck her after the boys had cum in her four or five times. She'd cum when a boy came in her mouth. I wanted to see them shooting-off in her mouth, so her girlfriends masturbated some of the boys so I could actually see. I loved seeing them cum. Twice, the girls masturbated five boys at once, making all of them cum in her open mouth while I spanked her pussy-lips with my paddle. Now that really made her climax! Imagine having five Pacos coming in your mouth at the same time. She sucked cock for at least five hours that night and I'm sure she swallowed maybe more than a hundred orgasms. Who know how many loads were shot up her little pussy and anus . . . her buns and pussy lips were so pink they glowed for a week."

Blue eyes misty and distant, Kate sighed, enjoying a clandestine orgasm.

"You're so different than most women I know. You're not uptight about having sexual fun . . . "

"My parents raised me without all those taboos and sexual restrictions." Gita finished the cup of tea. "My mother was Indian, and my father, French. Sex was a natural part of my childhood experience. My parents had sex quite openly. I saw them making love all the time. All kinds of sex, not just intercourse. I was masturbating before I was twelve. My mother taught me how, and I told her when I began having sex with my girlfriend. I think I was thirteen at the time. Mother seemed pleased that I was developing a healthy sex-drive and when she saw me going down on one of my boyfriends, she joined right in, teaching me how to suck so I wouldn't just be interested in girls. She was superb! I began giving head to boys at the same time I was having sex with my girlfriend."

"Lucky you," sighed Kate, breathing almost back to normal.

"Listen, I had intercourse with my twenty-nine year old second-cousin before I turned fourteen. My folks saw me doing it a number of times. My cousin and I fucked and sucked almost daily for half a year. Sex wasn't considered sinful in my home, so even the most kinky sex with Indian girls just seemed natural to me."

Sighing deeply again, Kate looked around.

"God, Gita, let's go do it in a boutique dressing room. I'm so aroused I can't wait to get back to the hotel. Come on, there's a couple real close to here."

After Gita paid the check, they hurried down Rodeo Drive to the nearest chic boutique. The "Hi, may I help you find anything special?' intros were easily handled as Kate rounded-up a few skimpy dresses and headed for the dressing room.

"Did you see these prices?" giggled Kate, once inside.

"I was watching you, sweetie," smiled Gita. "What's this going to cost me? Sloppy seconds tonight?"

Standing in the middle of the small dressing room sucking tongues, she slipped her hand between Kate's warm legs to play with a very aroused clit.

"Oooooo, baby . . . get down an' lick me," begged Kate, hips thrusting impatiently. "My pussy's so hot I bet I can cum before you can say 'You're a cock-sucking slut!'"

Giggling maniacally, Gita pulled up the front of the skirt while Kate held the wet satin crotch of her panties to one side.

"Mmmmmm, your sweet little pussy is just delicious," she whispered, down on knees, two fingers up Kate's tight little cunt. "Mmmmmmmm, I'm going to finger-fuck you."

Holding onto a wall-hook, Kate was shaking.

"God, I don't know if I can stand it, but try."

Licking the swollen pink clit bud, another finger followed Gita's first two. Three, and finally four fingers were up to her knuckles. Kate's moans were getting so loud she had to bite her knuckles and tongue to keep from being heard on the sales-floor. Folding thumb into palm, Gita twisted her wrist until all but her hand was into Kate's creamy pink cunt, its grip so strong it almost hurt. Kate reached orgasm; Gita pushed hard, her entire hand slipping into the hot vaginal sheath. Sagging, knees almost buckling, Kate came all over herself. Making a fist with her hand inside that deep cunt, Gita fucked the girl's juicy tube, rubbing against the small sensitive area she'd just described in her story. Fortunately for her, the giant spurt of warm fluid spraying from Kate's sex shot straight into her waiting mouth. She'd made Kate ejaculate just like she did!

Grabbing Gita's hair, Kate held her still, climatic waves vibrating through her body like a cymbal being struck by a mallet. Flashes of heat spread out from the depths of her cunt in all directions, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to keep from falling.

"Jesus, Gita, your wrist is as big as Mark's cock! Do me more!"

Driving the sexy girl wilder, Gita screwed a finger up her arse at the same time, feeling the invader through the thin wall of flesh separating colon from fist-filled vagina. Kate had an orgasm again, almost twice as much ejaculate filling Gita's eager mouth, its consistency, thick as raw egg-whites.

"WAIT!" hissed Kate, panting. "Let me catch my breath! I can't even breathe!"

Gita pulled down, her fist popping from the contracting sheath like a cork from a Champagne bottle. After sucking out the pink spasming sheath and swallowing the warm juicy excess of pleasure, she stood and slipped four cunt-gooey fingers into Kate's open mouth.

"Now suck it all off," Gita hissed back. "Asia always licked up her cum from my fingers! She did it very theatrically, too. She's quite an actress, Kate. Just like you. Watching either of you having sex is so exciting, it makes me cum just watching. Licking your pussy made me climax and I didn't even TOUCH myself."

Kate's graceful legs were quivering, the crotch of her little satin panty thong so saturated with her cum she was afraid it was going to spot-through her skirt.

"Look how wet you made me," she panted, holding the skirt up around her waist, her legs spread, rubbing the satin-covered crotch with a hanky.

"Ooooooooo, let me," whispered Gita, dropping to her knees again and sucking the glossy crotch of Kate's panties nearly dry.

"Please . . . that's ENOUGH!" giggled Kate, both pairs of cheeks burning pleasantly. "That's enough pleasure for a few hours. Maybe I can concentrate on some serious shopping now that my sex-drive is on cruise. Let's see if I can find some really neat things to charge, too."

After shopping three more hours, they'd spent more than either had planned, loaded down with bags and zippered clothes-carriers as they climbed into the limo.

"Oh well," sighed Kate, "if I'm gonna be broke, I might just as well look good doing it."

By the time they got back to the hotel, it was very late in the afternoon. Postponing the urge to 69 while changing into swimsuits, the sexy pair headed for the pool, hand in hand.

"I wonder where Mark is," mussed Kate, looking around the pool.

Tourists were ogling her succulent body; so was the ever-present film-maker.

"I thought he'd either be asleep or down here. He's not usually one to wander off when we're together."

They played in the pool for an hour, catching last rays before returning to the room. Singing a Mark Franks tune, Mark was in the shower when they unlocked the door.

"We're back," Kate called out, tossing her towel over the back of a chair, "and we're starving. Get out-a there so we can get ready to go to dinner."

"No problem," he called back, happily. "It's all yours."

He came out, towel over shoulder and a silly smile on his face. The girls traded places with him as he towelled dry and dressed.

"Well," Gita smiled, washing Kate's back in the shower, "he seems to be in a good mood. We were gone a long time and I know he hates to be kept waiting when he's hungry. Glad he's so happy."

"Me, too," nodded Kate, wondering what he'd been up to all afternoon.

Mark was looking out the window.

Ah, Venessa, he thought; what a nice name; and what a nice body. What great head! I hope the girls enjoyed their afternoon as much as I did! You three are going to have an incredible night!

After the girls left to go shopping, Mark had hung around the pool. Morning sun had climbed in the sky, and almost every chair and chaise was occupied. Walking over to the bar, he'd ordered a Bloody Kate, grabbed a towel from the supply cupboard and walked back out to the pool. The film-maker was frowning petulantly, most likely because of Kate's absence.

"Would you like some sun-screen?"

It was a pleasant feminine voice. Turning, he found Venessa standing next to him, a tube of sunscreen in her hand.

"Here. I use this on my face and other places I don't want to burn. You're welcome to use it if you'd like. You need to take care of the skin on your face. It's different than the rest of your skin."

"Thanks," Mark smiled, taking the tube. "My nose gets a little red."

"And let ME get your drinks," Venessa smiled, standing closer. "That's my job."

"Sorry, I didn't see you when I wanted one," Mark smiled back, eyes enjoying edible femininity. "Actually . . . I was hoping you were here . . . "

"Really?" she almost blushed, dropping large soft-green eyes before looking up. "Where did your two companions go?"

Rubbing lotion on face and shoulders, Mark methodically worked the off-white cream into dry skin. Closing the top, he handed the tube back to the very attractive young waitress.

"They went shopping. If I know them, they'll be back late."

Venessa was still blushing and he felt certain there was a mutual attraction.

"Well," he gestured vaguely, "guess I'll try and find a place to lie down. Looks like the place is busy again."

"We're almost full," she offered. "They hadn't expected such a mid-week crowd. They'd given me the day off."

She watched for his reaction to that bit of information. The look wasn't lost on him. He stirred his drink with the celery stick.

"You have day off? Do you have anything planned?"

He bit-off the end with a snappy crunch.

"No . . . " Venessa looked down, "nothing special."

"Maybe lunch?" he asked, grinning with boyish charm.

She blushed again.

"That won't cause problems?" she asked, eyebrow curved. "The two girls?"

"When do you get off?" he smiled.

Reddening even more to the 'get off' remark, she turned her face so he couldn't see her blush, then answered his question.

"One," she smiled, trying best to keep a straight face. "Lunch sounds wonderful. What do you like to eat?"

Mark grinned, and her face became redder.

"Where do you live?" he asked, sipping the iced drink.

"Real close." She couldn't stop blushing now matter how hard she tried, knowing she was well on the way to being seduced. "I walk to work."

"Well, why don't we stop by your place before lunch, that is, if you plan to go home first. I'm a good body guard. Yours is a body worth guarding."

Succumbing to the compliment, Venessa blushed bright-red.

"You're too kind. I bet you say that to all the girls you meet."

"Not unless they deserve it," Mark grinned back, response completely genuine.

On occasion he could be accused of being falsely complimentary, but in this case the compliment was well deserved.

"I'll come find you when I punch-out," she smiled. "Catch a bit of sun while you have the chance."

"Think I'm do a few laps and then change," he waived. "I'll be back down here at one . . . "

When the elevator door opened, Venessa was waiting by the pool. Mark joined her as they headed for the lobby.

"Seafood? Salad bar?" he queried. "What's the magic ingredient in your diet? Whatever it is, keep eating it."

She knew the answer to that, and reddened again as he opened the door for her. They walked briskly toward the strip in stride, neither speaking. After a minute or two, she broke the silence.

"I live one block down that way. An old duplex. The twenties. Lots of old palms and Birds of Paradise, potted plants, too. Beautiful old balconies . . . it's a two story tile and wood floor building. I love it! Big windows. Lots of light. I painted the place white when I moved in. The last tenant painted the walls a zillion different colours but white seemed more appropriate. I like using lots of pillows and plants to add colour."

When the light changed to 'walk', they crossed the street.

"God, listen to me babble. I sound like a Realtor. Let me open my mouth and I can go all day!"

Mark had high hopes. Turning north, they walked up a steep hill away from traffic. The place was nestled between two other old homes. He smiled when she opened the door.

"I like it. I could get used to living in a place like this. You have great taste!"

Tossing her bag on a chair, she waived him through the high-ceiling paver-tiled entry, smiling at his last compliment.

"Make yourself at home. I'm going to get out of these work-clothes. Be back down in a flash!" Pausing, she turned on some music, Acoustic Alchemy, one of his favourite albums. "If you want a beer or some juice, help yourself. You know where to find it."

Strolling through the living room, he checked out the dining room and kitchen, walked out on the balcony and watched cars streaming-down Sunset. It was warm on the balcony, its southern exposure letting in sunlight and pacific breezes, tastefully arranged with lushly planted Mexican pots and two old wicker chairs. Real charm. Leaning over the wooden balcony, he looked down at the stairs winding through an overgrown garden between the old buildings. Nice place, he acknowledged to himself. Turning, he walked back into the living room. Music wasn't loud enough to cover the sounds of an upstairs shower, but that sound stopped and a door opened somewhere above.

"If you want to see the second floor, just explore. I'm not the shy type so don't worry about getting in my way."

Humming to the tune as he turned the banister, he took stairs two at a time. Sunlight filled the second floor, streaming-in through high white-framed glass, walls a gallery for intriguing paintings, posters and photos. One caught his eye immediately; a large photo of two females in a most erotic setting, limbs entwined seductively head to toe. One figure was most certainly was Venessa. A painting nearly twice the size of the photo clearly depicted a semi-nude figure of a woman between the legs of a Satyr-like figure, leaving little to the imagination about what she was doing to the lecherous creature. Grasping long auburn hair in one hand, his other held onto an overhead limb, sensuous face mirroring the pleasure her mouth was providing.

"I collect erotic art." Venessa's voice made him jump. "There are more in my room if you enjoy that kind of thing."

He turned to see her nude figure disappearing into a room, bedroom most probably, so he followed her invitation. Almost as large as the living room, music softly filled its space like the sunlight through its windows. High domed ceiling and dappled plant-leaf reflections across floors gave the bedroom an almost mystical veil. Walls were hung with framed photos and paintings, each a highly erotic subject. Everywhere were scenes of lesbian debaucheries, Romanesque orgies, and sexy Flapper beauties doing overtly sexual things to Gangster-looking companions in the back seats of old sedans. Catching his eye, 1940's pin-ups, scantily clad and not in the usual cheese-cake poses, each depicted young beauties openly masturbating. Above each lovely head, cartoon clouds offered sexy promises to passing observers . . . sexual offers as graphic as their artfully-detailed crotches. Three different Madonna-like blondes wearing erotic costumes were being ravished by dwarfs and freaks; hands, lips and mouths exploring the sexual topography between the mistress's wide spread legs as each blonde fellated a muscular bald-headed half-naked Nubian partner. Another large air-brushed work depicted a redheaded beauty in exactly the same scenario as Mark's video of Gita. Viewers had the impression they were the man in the picture, the girl's voluptuous mouth filled with a dark thick cock, the expression on her face one of profound ecstasy. He couldn't stop staring until Venessa spoke, her laughter floating out of the bathroom.

"What do you think of my hobby?" Her voice was as soothing as water running over round rocks. "I like visuals as well as books. You aught to see my collection of literary erotica. I think I have at least a hundred first issue printings . . . all collectables. I've been collecting for almost eight years."

Moving through the room, examining each picture, he found himself more aroused by the minute. Even after the exciting morning with the girls, his cock was reminding him of its presence. He stopped when a smaller colour-photo near the king size bed caught his eye, a close-up picture of a girl's face. Eyes closed, head tilted back, sensual half-open mouth oozing what could only be semen . . . and in the lower right half of the picture, her hand was visible, its fingers tightly wrapped around the shaft of a very large cum-oozing erection. The face in the photo was Venessa's.

"Some pictures are newer than others," she said, voice close behind him.

Turning, he found her in a costume that made his head spin. Wearing the same kind of satin thong Kate favored, the stunning beauty had a crotch that made his tongue immediately hard. And the same kind of demi-bra, one leaving two very swollen nipples exposed to his lusty gaze. When she turned and walked to the closet, her buns were so firm they hardly quivered. She opened the door, selected a flowered skirt and a white cotton sleeveless blouse, a pair of white high-heel sandals and a small white bag. He watched her dress, short summer skirt soft and flowing around narrow hips, long legs looking even longer in white sandals, low-scooped cotton blouse, a costume giving her quite a European peasant look, a girl perhaps from the south of France?

Trying to clear it, he shook his head.

"Gee . . . I thought I was hungry for lunch. You sure knocked that thought right out of my head."

"Really?" she smiled, alluringly. "What are you hungry for now?"

"I'm so . . . " he cleared his throat and looked at the picture again, "well, your collection certainly gives me a lot of alternative ideas."

Floating to his side, she laughed musically.

"So, you like that one, huh? So do I. That's why I put it so close to the bed. There are three others in the bathroom that are a little more . . . graphic. I think that's the right word. My girlfriends took the pictures on my birthday last year."

Mark gave her a questioning look.

"Male stripper?"

Nodding, she grinned.

"Quite a stud! Twenty-one years old. My girlfriends told me I had to keep the other pictures in the bathroom or I'd get arrested!"

Her laughter was definitely musical. A shiver went through Mark and he took a deep breath.

"Well . . . what's your pleasure? Ready to go?"

Moving closer, she took his hand, looking up into his eyes as though searching for something lost.

"Remember what I said on the way over here; about letting me open my mouth;" (a blush) " well, I'm ready . . . to go down on you!" she grinned, hand moving between his legs to feel the swollen erection. "That picture, and you . . . well, you're both hard for me to ignore!"

"It sure is hard . . . " he almost whispered.

Smiling knowingly, her hand brushed his thigh, fingers teasing inside of his leg, moving up without hesitation. The sound of the fly being unzipped, fingers opening the belt buckle, unbuttoning the waist-band of his pants. One gentle push set him back on the edge of the bed, pants falling around his ankles. Looking down, she smirked.

"You are hard . . . just like I knew you'd be. And I do like that . . . " she nodded toward the photo, "don't you? You're not one of those guys who has to fuck to get off . . . "

Leaning back on his elbows, Mark nodded. Venessa raised an eyebrow.

"Yes . . . I mean, no . . . I don't have to fuck . . . "

Pulling a small pillow from the bed, and kneeling on it between his thighs, Venessa slipped her other hand up under her skirt.

"Actually, 'that's' all I want for lunch," she smiled up at him, seeing him watching her hand between her legs. "Oh . . . you like watching?" When he nodded, she raised her skirt until it was up around her narrow waist. "High enough? Can you see?"

Her hand was down inside the front of her white satin panties moving to a timeless rhythm. He nodded again. She sighed, pleasantly.

"I masturbate a lot," she giggled. "I like to orgasm. It's easy for me to have hundreds. I do it all day long. I bet you didn't know I did it yesterday while you were at the pool and I was back of the bar."

Closing green eyes she shuddered, obviously enjoying a powerful climax. She opened them again.

"The first few just get my motor started," she giggled. "The best ones . . . well, the best ones are when I'm doing 'that'."

She nodded toward the photo again.

"When I open my mouth for one of those . . . "

Standing straight up from his groin, a ruddy cock-crest was oozing crystal tears of pre-cum lubricant. She sighed and swallowed, licking bright-pink lips in anticipation.

"Looks like you're ready. Let me do it. Everything. Don't touch yourself. Just let me. Today, I need to suck." she giggled. "You know; some days I really need a big hard cock in my mouth . . . and just gallons of warm cum to drink! I have this oral fixation. My mother said I was always sucking on something. I don't just want to suck; I want the reward . . . I want to get something for sucking."

He almost cried when she went down, her generous mouth so hot and smooth it felt incredible. Moving slowly but deliberately, and after three slow strokes, she began swallowing, taking him down her throat, tongue fluttering in and out of her mouth like a snake's, stroking the underside of the cock so delightfully he shuddered with passion.

"If you keep sucking like that . . ." he gasped, winding his fingers in tangled red hair, "you'll get something . . . you'll make me cum."

Responsive moans were ones of obvious approval.

"In your mouth. You really want to eat it?"

More moans of approval.

"All right. Suck it . . . let me watch; open your mouth so I can see your tongue. Ooooo, just like that. Hold out your tongue out so I can see my cock on it. Fuck, Venessa, you're too much! God, look at your pink mouth! Suck like that. Yeah! Now, suck again! Get it a little juicy; not too-much saliva; yeah, just like that. Now, fuck it with your mouth. Ohhhh! YEAH! FUCK! Let me feel you rubbing it against the back of your throat. Jesus, Venessa, just like that . . . that's so bitchin' . . . keep sucking . . . " he gasped, "you'll make me cum. I'm going to shoot a HUGE fuckin' load in your mouth! Oh, fuck, you gorgeous little cock-sucker, here it cums! Oh, GAAAAAAAAD!"

Sexy comments made her moan with excitement. Swallowing almost desperately and her orgasm so powerful, two narrow streams of semen shot from her nostrils as cum overfilled the back of her throat.

"Mmmggggggggghhhh!"

She was groaning and gulping down squirting seminal fluids, slurping down warm surges of slightly sweet semen erupting in the back of her grateful throat. Swallowing the first three large spurts before releasing him from cum-coated throat, she masturbated final eruptions over open plump pink lips, cum sloshing into the waiting reservoir of a mouth like waves over a wall on a stormy seashore. Covering her tongue and running into her mouth from her nose, glossing her entire mouth and chin, cum, cum, cum . . . a pearlescent frosting.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, smiling up sensuously, "give it to me, you sexy blue-eyed bastard! Shoot it all in my mouth; mmmmmm; cum's so damn fucking delicious!"

Rubbing her face with the milky discharge, she massaged warm ejaculate into her skin like it was some beauty cream.

"Oh, this is so exciting, Mark. I can't get enough, really. Can you do it again? Some days I just get so horny for the taste of semen, not to mention the act of and sucking. Mmmmmmmm! Sucking a nice big hard cock like yours. God, I must be a, what's the word, nymphomaniac? Honestly, I really can't swallow enough of this sweet thick jism. Well, now you know I'm a cum-lover, Mark! Mmmmmmm, I was born to just suck and swallow!"

Mark considered her request with uncertainty.

"Well . . . " he grinned, sheepishly, "I've cum twice in the last five hours and I'm not sure I can keep up the pace."

"Twice?" she laughed musically, arching an eyebrow. "You are a busy fella! Those two girls must be happy. Tell me about it. How did they make you cum?"

"Really? You want to know?"

"Really. All the details!"

"Well, Gita woke me up doing what you just did . . . actually they share it; they love kissing with mouthfuls of cum . . . and then after breakfast, Kate sucked me too, but she sat on it before making me cum in her mouth so she could take a load in her cunt while Gita was licking her clit."

"Mmmmmm! Lucky girls. Can I at least try?" she asked, wide-set green eyes sweetly begging, still masturbating him and her excited clit. "Let me suck you again. Come on," she teased, cupping them in the palm of her hand, "you have another one in these nice warm balls. I know I can make you cum-off again. I need more cum to eat, Mark. Please?"

He could only shrug and she smiled.

"That was a yes?" she giggled, licking grateful lips. "You'll like this one. I get even better once my mouth gets warmed up."

Standing, she dropped her skirt and pulled the blouse off over her russet-haired head.

"It's getting really warm," she blushed, tweaking hard pink nipples. "Plus, you can see lots better, can't you? Just look how long my nipples get when I'm aroused."

Assuming the same position, she shoved her hand into the top of her glossy white panties.

"Clit's ready for this one," she giggled. "I promised it I'd give it this little treat yesterday after you and I talked. I told it I'd make you shoot at least two nice warm loads of cum in my mouth. Don't make a liar out of me."

Cock in hand, she squeezed the shaft and cum bubbled out of the little eye. Licking beautiful cum-glazed lips, she took him back down her throat, a five minute slow motion musical composition as she masturbated herself, humming lightly, sending harmonic vibrations through his large retracted nuts. Recognizing signs of recuperation, she licked her lips and began eagerly sucking Mark to rock hard firmness.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, this one's going to be big."

Playing with her nipples while she sucked, he made them so sensitive she was shuddering with pleasure, fellatio masterpiece about to be rewarded with a monumental treat of very heady, aromatic warm semen.

"You're such a fucking gorgeous little cock-sucker!" he chuckled. "I love it, Venessa. Nothing feels as good as getting sucked-off by a girl like you . . . someone I hardly know. Stand up and bend over the side of your bed."

"Why?"

"Don't ask."

She got up and bent over the bed, legs spread in anticipation of what she knew he wanted.

"I'm wet, Mark . . . REALLY wet . . . "

It was a high bed; so high he didn't have to bend his knees as he pulled the satin thong away from her crotch. She was already masturbating, two fingers mashing her clit, pussy lips open like a pink mouth, a thick crystalline glaze on her fingers. He was rigid, and the crest looked so large between the small pussy lips as he placed it against the small open sheath.

"Ooooo, fuck!" he sighed as he leaned over her lovely proud-cheeked arse and felt his erection fill her tight slippery cunt to his balls.

"Ooooo, yes!" she grunted, like someone had driven the breath from her lungs. "Oh, Mark . . . you're so big . . . I'm coming already, Mark! I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMING! FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

He pulled back and almost withdrew, but drove forward again, into the heat of her femininity, into the smooth slick pleasure of an unfamiliar cunt. The orgasm building in his groin wasn't about to be slowed by any trick of mind-set, it's journey predestined as it raced to leave the throbbing shaft and flood her greedy cunt with its thick sticky gift. At least eight enormous surges of semen pumped into that tight little treasure-box as she quivered in an ongoing orgasm.

Other than pelvic reflexes, neither moved for over five minutes as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He nuzzled her earlobe with his lips. She giggled and wiggled her arse.

"Let me up?" she whispered.

He rolled over. She got up, and hand over her crotch, went into the bath room and came back out with a hand-mirror.

"Want to watch?"

She smiled and spread her beautiful legs wide, holding the mirror between her thighs and six inches below her smooth hairless cunt. Mark sat up on the bed. She spread the baby-smooth lips of her pussy with her other hand and, like a belly-dancer, began a slow grinding motion with her hips.

"Watch . . . "

She was smiling, lust-filled eyes on the surface of the mirror, watching the reflection of her crotch, watching the sudden enormous oyster-size glob of semen ooze from the pink cunt-sheath.

"God . . . "

She must have flexed some internal muscles. Cum gushed from her open pussy in a stream, long swags of it tenaciously clinging to the pulsing sheath, swinging, then landing on the surface of the mirror. A pool of it. At least a half-cup of cloudy pearls quivered on the reflective surface like some kind of milky jelly, the volume appearing twice as large because of the reflection..

"God . . . "

She looked up into Mark's grey-blue eyes, her expression one he hadn't seen before.

"Tell me . . . "

He smiled back and nodded, playing along with her game.

"Lick it up. Use your tongue. Lick all of it up, but let me see before you swallow it . . . "

"Oh, God . . . "

She lifted the mirror and examined the shimmering puddle, tongue doing things to her lips that kept him erect. Still masturbating with the hand she'd used to hold the lips of her pussy open, she raised the mirror to her mouth. Mark got up and stood next to her so he could watch. She did have a long tongue, and used it like a jeweller cleaning a watch-crystal, long slow swipes across the surface to collect the jelly-like semen and convey it into her mouth. It took more than a minute or two for her to lick all of it up. She didn't swallow as she performed what was close to a devotional act. Finally, mouth full, she looked up at Mark and opened her mouth so he could see inside. It really was a mouthful of cum.

"Open your mouth. Open wide . . . hold out your tongue."

She did.

"Swallow it," he said, the pulse in his temples like someone beating a drum.

She did, eyelids fluttering as though she was about to faint. She swallowed for almost a minute.

"Oh, yeah! What a hot little cock-sucker. Yeah! Look at yourself in the mirror! Oh, yeah! That was too good. I thought about coming-off in your mouth yesterday when you were bending over. I could see that deep cleft of your pussy right through your panties. I knew I wanted to fuck you. I knew you were one of those hot little cock-suckers, that you wanted me to see your little pussy; you wanted to make my dick hard. You wanted to suck me off the first time you saw me, didn't you? I love getting strange head from beautiful young girls, and, Vennesa . . . I definitely loved fucking your beautiful little cunt."

"Hearing you talk like that makes me so hot, Mark. Let me suck you off again. You're hard again . . . please. You want me, don't you? You want to see me do it."

She was back down on her knees and sucking his cock before he could answer. She didn't slow down until he grabbed her by her hair.

"Watch. Look in your big mirror. You can watch, too. Here I cum. Oh, FUCK! What a fucking nasty girl! You're making me crazy!"

"Mmmmmmmm, she moaned sensuously, shuddering with fierce pleasure, upturned eyes registering immense satisfaction, watching the oral spectacle in her bedside mirror.

Swallowing the eruption, glowing with lusty pleasure, she was a cum-swallowing slut, sensuous face bathed in a generous discharge of heady thick sex.

"Give it to me! Shoot it in my mouth . . . mmmmmmm, you sexy bastard! It's so fucking delicious! This is so fucking exciting," she blubbered, semen pearls all over her lips, "sucking off a complete stranger. Did you like watching your semen going in my mouth? Don't you just love that? Could you see me swallowing it? I could, too. That's why I love mirrors!"

Having caught the last five spurts in the palm of her hand, and after examining the cloudy treasure as though it were some exotic elixir, she licked up the puddle until she'd swallowed more than half.

"You're delicious," she smirked, licking opulent lips. "I love the scent of your semen; it's better than musk. What an aphrodisiac."

Sighing, she slipped her cum-coated palm into the crotch of her satin panties, masturbating slowly, rubbing ejaculate between smooth pussy-lips and over her swollen clit.

"You're right, Mark. I wanted to suck you off when I brought you your drink at the pool. That's why I masturbated back of the bar. I could watch you and think about making you cum in my mouth, about tasting and swallowing your cum. I'm a shameless hedonistic slut."

"I knew it," smirked Mark, touching her nipple, the contact making her jerk. "You made me want to cum in your mouth when I first saw you . . . you made me so stiff when I looked up your skirt. I wanted to get behind you and slid my cock up that sweet little cunt. I really wanted to fuck you. You wanted me to look, didn't you?

"Why do you think I stood so close? I almost did this while standing there. I like this, too," she giggled, making herself climax with her palm-full of semen, taking his half-hard cock back down throat. "Oh, Mark," she panted, letting the deflating cock slip from cum-drenched lips, "I'm coming so good! I haven't cum this good for so long! God! A big mouthful of warm cum was all I needed, plus a palm-full for masturbating! This is heaven, Mark! It's no secret I fucking love drinking men's cum! I hope your girlfriends don't get mad a me for stealing your essential male fluids. I hope they love swallowing your semen as much as I did. I hope I get to swallow more."

Catching her face, he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately as she masturbated to another orgasm. Kissing timelessly, birds sang, and somewhere downstairs, a clock struck musically.

"Okay, I was kidding. Let's have lunch," she smiled. "I enjoyed your appetizers more than you'll ever know. Maybe we can come back here for dessert. Perhaps I have something you'd like to eat! I know you have something I want more of and haven't yet had my fill!"

Eating in a cozy little cafe, Mark filled her in on his relationship with the girls. By the time they'd finished, they'd made a splendid plan to get the girls to visit her apartment without him that night. Leaning back in the seat, he wiped his mouth with a white napkin.

"Honest, I couldn't do it again today if you paid me a million. I'm going to get a good night's sleep, but I want you to call me early in the morning so we can all go to breakfast together. I have no doubt the three of you will have an exciting evening. It'll give me time to recuperate. Three women are hard to keep up with," he chuckled, raising eyebrows just like she did, "but I'm doing my best."

Leaning across the table, she kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"You're doing fine," she smiled, tenderly. "I'm so glad your girlfriends are not only beautiful but bi. I hope you won't take this personally, but for me oral sex with girls is just fabulous. It has nothing to do with anything but the vibration between females. I adore the taste and scent of semen, but I'd nearly die for a taste of a randy young girl's cunt!" she blushed, licking incredibly kissable lips. "I hope you don't think poorly of me because I say what's on my mind. When I'm in the mood for a man, nothing else satisfies that need but a man. It's the same with women. I look forward to getting to know your girlfriends." She took a drink of ice tea. "How old is Kate? She looks so young, yet somehow so mature."

"She'll be twenty next month. Gita's twenty-two. Kate was a make-up and hair model when we met. Anyway, she's not doing it any more."

"They're both absolutely gorgeous! God, pretty teenage girls make my mouth water! That Gita has a fantastic body for such a small woman. She and Pilar must be almost the same size. I've fantasized about getting into her little panties."

"That makes at least two of us," grinned Mark, signing the check and putting his credit card back in his wallet. "I know I'm not supposed to ask, but how old are you?"

"Twenty-one. My birthday's in October. How old are you, Mark?"

"Thirty-three."

"You look much younger. Salt and pepper hair? When did you start turning grey?"

"Around twenty . . . my dad's hair did it, too. Genes, I guess. Women say it makes me look older."

"More interesting, maybe . . . more attractive, for sure. It's one of the things that caught my eye; that, and your obvious growing interest in me."

"You noticed."

"I almost got down on my knees when I saw it," she smirked, finishing her tea. "You're a virile handsome specimen of the male animal. Just watching you makes my panties wet."

Mark stood and helped with her chair and they walked out onto noisy Sunset. "You were thirteen when you started your collection?"

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm. Right after I sucked my first cock."

They looked at each other and laughed. Venessa took Mark's arm.

"We'll have a wonderful evening together and I won't mention our afternoon lunch unless you don't care. Here's my phone number. Tell the girls to call me. I'll be home."

After walking her back home, Mark gave her a kiss at the door, just like a high school date.

"Remember, when I want a man in my bed," she smiled, "I can't imagine finding one better than you. You gave me just what I was hoping for and I can't tell you how much I enjoy giving you head and swallowing your sweet cum. Don't even think about doing me now. Lunch left me too full to enjoy sex, plus I'm saving that for tonight. You can have a taste later," she smiled, letting him put his hand up under her dress and lightly caress the juicy cleft in her satin crotch with knowing fingers.

"You want me to come back?"

"I want you to cum in my mouth and my cunt," she smiled, slowly extending her tongue, "and I want you to lick my . . . how did you describe it? 'My deep cleft'. That's right. I want to see how good you lick 'cleft'."

"I'd like to lick it right now; while it's juicy. You're cunt is covered with my cum." His fingers were making her squirm. "I'd like to lick all of your crotch . . . "

"You mean, like what Kate got this morning? What you did to me over the side of my bed?"

"Did you enjoy that? I was thinking about what Kate loves . . . "

"Well; I'm still an anal virgin . . . but who knows what I'd do if someone like you made me hot enough . . . "

"My tongue is very persuasive."

"God, Mark . . . you really like analingus? Really? I'll just DIE from pleasure! I hope you're not teasing me."

Returning his kiss left little doubt in his mind she was very eager to experience those pleasures. He left her standing in the doorway holding the front of her dress up so he could see her hand playing in the crotch of her panties, knowing she wasn't going to stop as he turned right and walked back down the hill.

When he returned to the hotel to shower, he discovered the girls were already back. The bed was covered with shopping bags from expensive boutiques. Looking down from the balcony, he spotted them by the pool, the fat-man and five others seated not fifteen feet away, surreptitiously watching from behind large dark glasses. Poor guy, he mused, almost sympathetic to the man's near obsession. He went back inside and tossed his wallet on the dresser. When they get back up here they're gonna find a pleasant surprise to look forward to this evening. He unbuttoned his shirt, and dropping his pants for the second time in one day.

"Who's Venessa?" asked Gita, looking at one of two pair of shoes she'd just purchased.

"The waitress down at the pool yesterday. Remember?" Mark walked over to the dresser and went through the growing pile of brochures. "She asked specifically about you."

"She didn't ask about me?"

Abandoning the bathroom, Kate interred the room, brushing a magnificent cascade of golden hair.

"The one you were ogling in short skirt? I remember her. What did she want to know about Gita?"

"Let's see," Mark paused, picking up the TV guide, "she asked how old you were and if the two of you were 'together' . . . you know, like if Gita was your 'girlfriend'. I think she's 'attracted' to you, Gita."

"She wasn't attracted to me?" asked Kate, seemingly miffed. "Just Gita?"

Sitting by the window while Gita braided his hair, Mark browsed through the guide.

"No. She asked about Gita, but . . . she said you were one of the prettiest, sexiest girls she'd ever seen. Maybe she was concerned about how you'd react to her having an interest in you. That's my guess. Anyway, I told her you where a couple of lezzie beer-guzzling biker-bar dykes who hung around me just to make me look good," he smirked, wincing when Gita pulled his hair.

Kate's 'throw the hair brush' gesture made Gita laugh.

"What did you really tell her?" she giggled as Kate gave her boyfriend a scalding look.

"I told her Kate was nineteen and you were twenty-two . . . that I'd give you the note," he said, shrugging innocently. "I didn't go into detail about our relationship. She didn't ask. What's the note say?"

"Gita is invited over for drinks and dinner," pouted Kate, tossing the note on the bed. "It says I'm welcome if I want to come. What kind of invite is that?"

Finishing the braid, Gita resisted the urge to play on Kate's second to last comment.

"Don't be silly. What could be friendlier? Let's give her a call. Her number's on the note, right? I'm sure she's inviting us both."

"All right," Kate condescend, "maybe she's just being cautious about interfering in relationships. Go ahead . . . call her . . . "

Gita picked up the phone and poked the numbers.

"Hi, Venessa? Hi, this is Gita. Yes, I remember you. No, we don't have any plans. No . . . we'd love to . . . seven? . . . casual? Sounds like fun. Only a few blocks? No problem. We can find it. Thanks. Yes. Can we bring anything? Mark?" She held her hand over the phone. "She wants to know if you want to go, too?"

Pausing as though he was actually considering the invitation, Mark yawned and shook his head.

"Naw, I'm beat. Why don't you two go alone. I think I'll go for a good night's sleep."

Gita removed her hand from the mouthpiece.

"He said perhaps another time. Okay? . . . see you then. Bye." She hung up and looked at Kate. "She wants both of us to come over. She was just worried that you wouldn't want to come over without Mark. I told her we'd be there at seven."

Kate frowned at Mark.

"You really don't want to go? Yesterday you couldn't stop staring at her panties. I know she gave you a hard dick. It wasn't just me. Everyone noticed."

Mark shrugged and yawned again.

"That was because I was looking at you."

She feigned a limp-wristed swat in his direction.

"Are you sure you don't mind me going without you?"

Hand raised palm up, Mark shook his head.

"Baby, I don't mind. Really.

Returning to the bathroom, but leaving the door open, Kate removed her swimsuit and continued talking.

"Guess I'm gonna wear that new dress, Gita. The light-blue one, and the new sandals. What are you wearing?"

Getting up, Gita searched the pile of bags on the bed, going through each until she found what she was looking for.

"These . . . " she paused, holding up an emerald-green miniskirt and a lighter-green silk blouse. "My green heels will go perfectly with these."

Kate came out of the bathroom nude.

"You really don't want to go?" she asked, looking Mark in the eye like a detective. "Come on . . . you two were flirting at the pool. She couldn't keep her eyes off your crotch an' I know you liked her." Mark continued browsing the TV Guider,. "So, how old is she?"

"Hey . . . I don't know . . . " he yawned. "Sure, she's a cute chick, but I'm tired. You guys wore me out! What can I say. Give me the night off and enjoy yourselves. You'll have a great time without me. I need time to make more of what you two want."

After dressing, Kate took Mark out on the balcony.

"So . . . " giving him a hug, "we finally wore you out. You okay? Are you gonna recover by tomorrow?"

He nodded, but was looking out over the late afternoon city. She put her arm through his.

"Remember what I said at the pool?" A smile played at the corner of a very succulent mouth.

Smiling, he nodded again, brushing a long strand of hair away from her face.

"I'm fine. You two have a good time. Wake me up when you get back, 'if' you decide to come back tonight. If you ask me, I think Venessa has her eye on both of you. Don't be surprised if I'm right. An' I don't know, but she's gotta be twenty-one to serve drinks." He gave her a pat on the arse when she turned to leave. "Don't hold-back on my account. I think she has designs on your arse. Have fun."

Kate turned.

"Would that bother you, Mark?"

"Not at all. I know you like girls."

At six-thirty, the girls left the room chattering. Yawning, Mark shut the door behind then.

"Guess I'll call-out for food," he said to no one.

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The short walk, even in heels, didn't take the girls more than five minutes. It was a beautiful early evening. An apple-green sky. A golden-orange glow over the west where the sun was setting was being pressed into the sea by a rising darker-blue horizon over the mountains to the East.

The old door opened and they were face to face with the female Kate had begrudgingly described as 'pretty'. In anyone's book, Venessa was knock-out gorgeous. In short white cotton shift and white ankle-strap sandals, subtle eye make-up and bright tangerine-pink lipstick made a picture for any slick publication. Two African beaded bracelets on her left wrist and matching beaded ear-rings were all the jewelry she wore.

"Come on in," she smiled graciously, hand out. "I'm so happy you both came. I hope you don't think me too forward, but you looked like you were loads of fun and I really wanted to meet you."

Following her into the living room, they got the cook's tour.

"The kitchen . . . the dining room. I guess it's more of a breakfast nook. I have so much junk. I hope you like the music. I have a bit of nearly everything. May I get you a drink?"

"I'd love a glass-a white wine," smiled Kate, embarrassed that she'd been so quick to judge the friendly beauty.

"Sounds good to me," added Gita, standing close to Kate, their fingers touching.

"Come on in the kitchen and I'll give you a choice," smiled Venessa, noting the intimate contact. "I have three different whites on ice." Choosing a fresh Chardonnay, she opened the bottle and poured three glasses. "Cheers," she smiled, handing the wine to the girls. "Thanks for joining me! I'm glad you have such an understanding boyfriend."

Clinking rims, they sipped chilled wine while continuing the tour of Venessa's digs. It didn't take long for Gita to notice the artwork and she nudged Kate's elbow as they headed upstairs. Kate slowed to look at the pictures while Venessa gestured toward bath and bedroom, commenting on the weather and the clear view seaward.

"Most days, I can't see much further than Santa Monica Boulevard, but today, you can see tree-tops way over there toward the beaches. Isn't it pretty? I like seeing all the night lights, too."

Kate wasn't looking at the view. She was looking at a picture of two females in a classic 69, partially-wrapped in white sheets on a mussed-up bed. Venessa paused as though waiting for some comment.

"You enjoy art?"

Turning, Kate blushed.

"I like these," she smiled, trying to conceal overt sexual agitation.

"Erotica has always fascinated me. I've discovered three artists I really like. I began buying art when I was maybe fourteen . . . whenever I had enough allowance saved. Then I'd save and buy more. It's an addiction, but a healthy one, if you can give up eating for feasting eyes."

Moving for a closer look, Gita studied the picture while Kate strolled through second-floor rooms, appreciating Venessa's stimulating taste in erotica. When she returned from the bathroom, she touched Gita's arm.

"Check-out the photos in the bath," she whispered. "She's addicted to more than pictures."

When Gita came downstairs a few minutes later, Venessa was pouring more wine.

"I made rice and salad. I don't eat large evening meals. Too much food late at night and I feel miserable."

"Fish is perfect," agreed Gita. "Sounds wonderful!"

Settling into the living room, they curled-up casually on old overstuffed furniture, sipping wine and talking girl-talk. When a buzzer hummed in the kitchen, Venessa got up.

"Rice is done," she called. "I'll put the fish on now. Salad's in the frig. Would either of you like some bread?"

"Feed me, spank me, make me eat!" teased Gita. "You can't go wrong. I'll eat anything you do."

Kate blushed at Gita's forwardness but Venessa took the repartee in stride.

"That's nice to know," she laughed, a seductive throaty chuckle, putting fish on the fire, "especially knowing you've seen my 'menu'. My mother insisted I grow a taste for the finer things in life . . . just like you."

"You do have a taste for the 'better things' . . . " smirked Gita. "I saw your pictures in your bathroom!"

"My girlfriends told me I'd be too bold if I hung those down here. Maybe they're right. I like having them in the bathroom. Something to consider while sitting there alone on the pot." grinned Venessa, turning fish over flames.

That got some nervous laughter.

"For some reason, they don't think my pictures of women are too explicit," She continued basting the fish as they cooked. "Personally, I don't see the difference myself, but then, my girlfriends are, well; I guess they're more inclined to pictures of women together than men . . . "

"You obviously enjoy both," smiled Gita, taking a sip of wine, condensation on the sides making it look so appealing. "So do I. There seems to be a time and place for almost everything, isn't that what they say?"

Kate poured another glass of wine for herself.

"I like the large painting in your bedroom. The girls are so beautiful and I don't see anything wrong with an explicit picture, as long as it's done so beautifully. Gee, I even like the photo by your bed."

She covered her mouth and laughed, realizing she was gushing.

"You're beautiful, too, Venessa! You look like you were enjoying that!"

Venessa straightened the short-shift after tossing her apron on a tiled counter.

"I do," she smiled, broadly. "And so was he. Are you two ready for dinner? Let's not let it get too cold. Roughy's best served fresh and hot off the fire. Here's the bread. I'll get another bottle of wine. Go sit and I'll serve. Don't wait on formalities."

They talked all through dinner, and by the time Venessa got up to make coffee, they'd polished-off almost three bottles of wine.

"No more wine for me," giggled Gita, cheeks flushed, dark eyes twinkling. "I'm so silly now, I'd make a fool out of myself. Coffee sounds perfect. Excuse me while I go use the potty."

Like some adolescent child, she bounced up the stairs, Venessa's eyes following her trim little cheeks. Kate leaned back in the chair.

"What a super supper." Yawning, she took a deep breath. "Sorry! I didn't mean to seem rude. I'm not tired. It must be the wine."

"Don't worry; it's the wine. You're right. Dinner came out good, didn't it? I'm always glad when fish turns out good. Thanks for the compliment. I'm also glad mother insisted that I learn how to cook." Getting up, she returned with the coffee. "Cream?" she asked.

Kate was about to make a silly sexually-oriented response, but thought better of it.

"Thanks," she said, instead, blush on pretty face incriminating.

"So," smiled Venessa, "am I correct in assuming that Mark is your boyfriend? I mean, I got the picture that both of you girls were, you know; God, there I go asking too many questions . . . "

"That's okay," smiled Kate, "you're right; on both. He's my current squeeze, but it's fun squeezing between him and Gita."

Gita came bouncing back downstairs.

"Is that you in the big painting over the bed? It sure looks like you. Your girlfriend is really cute. Are you still seeing each other?"

"She ;moved to New York two years ago," Venessa offered Gita a coffee cup. "She's an actor and dancer. She does Broadway."

"She looks like she was enjoying doing you," giggled Gita. "And who wouldn't!"

"Gita!" hissed Kate. "Be nice!"

"No;" Venessa laughed, "it's true! We absolutely adore each other! I'm glad you aren't offended by my lifestyle or interests. It's very refreshing to find young women like you." Pausing, she filled Gita's cup. "Cream?"

"Whenever I can get it," grinned Gita, the quick reply making Venessa smile.

Leaving the table, they went into the living room. Curling-up in a big chair, Gita sipped the steaming brew.

"That's one of my favourite paintings." She pointed to a picture on the far wall. "My favourite painter. She's getting better with every picture. She did that a year ago for me. Those two are friends that I met in Mexico on my last vacation to Cabo."

The painting depicted a young woman in the act of undressing another from behind, one arm around her waist, one hand cupping an exposed breast, fingers tweaking a hard upturned nipple. Her other hand was down inside the front of her girlfriend's panties, fingers covering her crotch. The girl's luscious lips, lips like Venessa's, were caressing her girlfriend's neck. Both girls were strikingly lovely; long-haired and graceful, their pose most provocative.

Walking closer to look, Gita stood entranced without speaking, music dominating an otherwise quiet room.

"I like it, too," she said, finally. "It's very erotic without being simply 'sexual' . . . not that I find sexual pictures distasteful unless they're violent or demeaning to the people pictured. I have an artist friend in India who does erotic art. I should get you one of his catalogs. His work is extremely graphic . . . better than film . . . he likes to paint young girls and boys in all kinds of combinations." She looked at the painting again. "Those two look like they're very much enjoying the moment. So am I."

Venessa was obviously pleased with Gita's remarks.

"Well said. I love erotic art. I'd love to see your friend's catalogue. Sometimes I'm in the mood to read intentionally-sexual material and to view graphically-erotic movies, the lustier the better. I have some photos I've bound in a portfolio for 'private' viewing, pictures I thought best not to hang. You're welcome to see my collection, or if you're into reading, I have some exciting visual material you'd enjoy. Tell me what you'd like, and I'll play hostess."

"Let's see the portfolio," Kate sparkled. "I like sexy pictures! I like that one of the woman with the animal in your bedroom . . . "

"That's a painting I posed for," beamed Venessa. "The 'animal' as you described him, was the painter. We didn't actually do that. He used me as a model and painted his face on the Satyr. That was his idea. He did that other painting of me and my girlfriend on the bed. That was done directly as we posed."

"Well," laughed Gita, "you got to pose like that for hours? How many days did it take him to do the picture?"

"Two," smiled Venessa. "He's very fast for the amount of detail in his paintings."

"Lucky you!" Gita giggled. "I'd volunteer anytime to spend two days with you like that."

All three laughed. Venessa brushed a strand of hair away from Gita's cheek.

"That could easily be arranged. We posed for three paintings, one of which is in the portfolio with a number of study-photos. I'll go get it."

Returning with a large black portfolio, a two foot by three foot binder almost a foot thick, she set it on the coffee-table. The three gathered around as she untied the binder and opened the treasure-chest. Inside? Page after page of absolutely unique and exciting erotica. Photos and drawings, etchings and poems, water-colours and oils, latex and inks, each so graphically sexual they aroused Gita and Kate to the point that neither could sit still.

"I like this one," giggled Gita, a picture depicting a young girl with her legs around another girl's neck, head thrown-back in ecstasy as her girlfriend performed cunnilingus on her obviously defined quite nude crotch! "Now that's delicious!"

"So is this one."

Kate pointed to a latex watercolour so complete in detail it looked like a photo. It was a painting of Venessa going down on the same girl, now posed in supine position on her tummy, cute little arse-cheeks arched up off of a bed. Venessa was dressed in erotic attire and laying between the young nude's spread legs, face between the wide-spread cheeks of the stunning girl's lovely arse. The addition of erotic comment clearly expressed the recipient's emotions. Above her head, written in a feminine hand, was the following phrase: 'Your tongue is so long it's teasing my heart! Do me deeper! Make me cum again, you sweet analingist!' Kate's cheeks were bright pink.

"She's so sexy and pretty, and so are you! Your pictures are real exciting! It's hard to just sit here and look. How did you get into the art-thing?"

"My folks sent me to Fine Arts when I graduated from high school. I was sixteen. They skipped me twice in school. I got to travel a lot and met lots of interesting people. Anyway, another student, the one who did that painting of those two girls I like so much, got me even more interested in erotic art. Much of her work was extremely graphic and I was very turned-on by her. She was my first female sexual experience. Anyway, I graduated a year ago. Now, art is one of my passions; especially that kind."

"They make me so excited my panties are wet," giggled Kate, looking at an acrylic of two girl's 69ing.

"They do that to me, too," Venessa confessed. "No matter how many times I've looked at them, they still arouse feelings of passion when I see them again. I think that's what art is meant to do . . . arouse strong feelings in the viewer. I go around all day with wet panties."

"Well, they arouse me," giggled Gita, openly slipping one hand under her green dress, a move Venessa didn't miss.

It took almost an hour for the girls to go through the entire portfolio, and their hostess was sure both were close to having climaxes.

"I've done a few videos, too," she continued. "A friend has an editing lab and lets me use it at night. I'd be happy to play them for you if you'd like."

Holding Kate's hand, Gita nodded eagerly.

"Those pictures were fantastic!" she reddened, realizing she'd reached out just to hold Kate's hand.

Kate didn't pull away and the smile on her face was a tip-off about what she was feeling.

"Let's see your videos," she smiled, remembering she still had the one of Gita and Mark in her bag.

Going to the bookcase, Venessa opened a large pair of doors in the upper half, revealing a giant screen TV. Selecting a video from a stack, she put it in the VCR and returned to the couch. Pressing buttons on the remote brought the screen to life.

"I do my own graphics, too. I edited the sound track, did voice-overs and wrote the script. Other than help with lighting and reflectors, everything else is mine. The make-up, hair, costumes, location, you can blame me for almost everything. I hope it affects you the same way it does me."

The video opened with a perfectly-paced introduction. Girls in the painting were cast as lovers in a Mediterranean setting, in reality a huge house belonging to one of Venessa's girlfriends. In short, the girls meet at a resort, are served a meal and drinks by an attractive young waiter in a tux. They overhear sounds from the kitchen; peek in to discover the waiter and a lusty little kitchen-maid engaging in some highly exciting intercourse on a large wooden kitchen table. They watch the encounter's climax when the teenage maid drops to her knees and milks the youth to a generous orgasm, the entire load spilling into her very eager mouth. Aroused by the experience, the two beauties quickly retire to an upstairs room, throw themselves into an exquisitely-filmed sexual frenzy, editing, dialog and sound perfectly balanced for ever increasing excitement. Music background was never too-loud or overpowering for the erotic dialog, and the climax reduced Gita and Kate to a state of sexual arousal even greater than their afternoon episode.

"Beautiful," sighed Gita, the video over, both of her hands under her short skirt, now hiked-up above her hips so far, her companions could see exactly what she was doing.

Her active fingers were nearly dancing inside her skintight panties, fingers playing in each slippery sheath. The sight wasn't lost on Venessa.

"Want me to play the other one?"

Venessa was smiling at the effect her video was having on the girls.

"It's maybe better. I used the same cast a week later."

"You can play me!" giggled Gita, quivering in orgasm. "I love your work! I can be VERY appreciative!"

"You'll have to wait your turn," snickered Kate. "She's sitting closer to me!"

Venessa laughed, a musical lilt filling the air.

"Enjoy the film, but take out your frustrations on the film-maker if you must."

After changing tapes, she went to the kitchen, returning with a small bottle of Chartreuse. She poured demitasse glasses for the girls. When all were ready, she started the tape, a slightly longer film done in the same location but in different parts of the home. The story revolved around the same young girls in more contemporary costume, much the same as Gita and Kate had worn while shopping. They were introduced as students in an all-girl school, roommates isolated from old boyfriends in a convent-like setting. Dialog quickly lead convincingly from simple girlish chatter to sexual subjects, confessions about missing boyfriends and subsequent frustrations. Each admitted to masturbating, then, with little coercion, demonstrated techniques, finally enjoying mutual masturbation. They were soon joined by a new roommate, the kitchen-maid from the first video, who happily joined in the masturbatory game, eagerly performing cunnilingus on both. Then the camera discovered a young man, played by the waiter from the first film, now a houseboy and Peeping-Tom. Peeking through a crack in the door, he watched the young girls masturbating for each other's pleasure, spreading pretty legs for the hungry little teen. Excited, he begins masturbating too. Making a noise, he's discovered by one of the girls, opening the door to find the source of the sound. They pull him into the room and proceed to tease and strip him. Well endowed, they're obviously excited to see him. They encourage him to masturbate, then take turns giving him head until he erupts, pumping semen into each lovely's mouth. Camera-work was slow-motion perfect, close-up and well lit, so close, only faces and the swollen erupting organ filled the screen. All three girls obviously enjoyed swallowing his profuse ejaculate. Then they make him perform cunnilingus while they take turns licking each other, each enjoying multiple-climaxes. When he's stiff again, they make him fuck them like puppies. This time he cums in the blonde's pretty little cunt. After the girls indulged their appetite for cunnilingus, beautiful images of lips over nipples and tongues between cunt-lips, all three suck him off again, once more swallowing the last of his free-flowing orgasms. Promising to keep their secret, to save himself, he leaves the girls to enjoy a passion-filled evening of mutual cunnilingus on the bed. The close-ups of them licking-up the stunning little girlfriend's cum-oozing cunt as she squatted over their mouths was the best filming of cream-pie eating Gita and Kate had ever seen. Their youth, beauty, innocent faces, and nubile bodies, coupled with complete surrender to lust, so aroused Kate and Gita that they sat silent when the film ended.

"That was my last one." Venessa took a sip of Chartreuse. "I got their permission and plan to put it into circulation next month. I want viewers to discover films can be made which have art involved as well as sex organs. Don't misunderstand me. I like nasty close-up porn. There just isn't much of it. My friends and I stand to make a few bucks. We aren't bothered by puritan ethics where sex is concerned. My friend put me in contact with a producer. He prints the video for distribution and gets them into stores. We've worked out the money-thing and finished all the legal paperwork . . . no one under eighteen . . . blah, blah, blah. What do you think? Am I going to be famous?"

"How about your parents?" asked Kate. "Won't they find out?"

"My real name won't be on anything. I know I'm lucky; growing up in a family like mine. It was easy being a little rich girl, but now I want to really be on my own. The waitress-thing at the hotel? I took that job because I had to get out here in the world. I don't mind serving drinks to people for minimum wage and tips. I'm not doing it for the money. I have enough to retire if I wanted to, but I want to pursue the erotic art experience. I want to show the world that better sex films can be made.

Crawling on knees to where Venessa was sitting, Gita put her arms around the redhead's waist. Kate followed, but cuddled-up next to her on the couch.

"What?" asked Venessa, clearly amused. "What now?"

Putting an arm around her shoulder, Kate tipped her chin up to hers. A kiss meant to melt steel, Venessa was visibly shaken when it ended. Gita was watching, and when Kate nuzzled the redhead's ear with electric-pink lips, Gita began working the short white shift up the redhead's shapely hips. Kate kissed the beauty again while Gita spread those deliciously-shaped legs wide, and making herself comfortable between warm thighs, began licking and sucking the deep cleft right through the thin satin covering the smooth panty-crotch.

"Oh, yes," smiled Venessa, lovely lips curling back in pleasure, "lick me good! Open my pussy and suck it, darling! I'll return the favor . . . "

She let the girls strip her down to panties, then lay back to enjoy their assault on her overly-receptive body. She'd been so hot since sucking-off Mark, especially after he'd fucked her so good from behind. Twice, she'd nearly surrendered to an afternoon of masturbation. Now, she was glad she hadn't, climaxing powerfully as Gita licked her pulsing sex through wispy satin-Spandex and Kate teased her prominent nipples to spine-tingling pleasure.

Using the same technique she'd used on Kate, Gita pulled the panties to one side and slipped two fingers into heaven, rubbing the little spot in the warm juicy cunt, exciting her to even higher plateaus. She massaged the G-spot until, arching hips upward, Venessa sprayed, a clear warm stream of liquid shooting directly into her waiting open mouth.

"Ohhhhh!" cried Venessa. "Ohhhhhh, suck my clit! Lick it! Use your fingers like that, again . . . what did you DO to me? Make me cum like that again! Mmmmmmmm, girl! I've never done THAT before! How did you make me DO that?"

Slipping three fingers in, and after five minutes of carefully practiced vaginal-massage, Gita had accomplished her goal.

"Oh, my GOD!" cried Venessa. "She has her whole hand in me! All the way in me! Oh my God! I'm so hot! Let me lick you, Kate. Hurry; let me get my mouth on your sweet little sex while she plays with my pussy. God, don't stop, Gita. Oh, don't EVER stop! It feels like I'm going to do that again. Your wrist feels like a big hard cock!"

Crawling up and straddling Venessa on the couch, Kate let her at it, the redhead's tongue and eager lips sucking at the cum-drenched crotch of her skintight panties until, trembling with sexual energy, Kate squirted, too! The force of ejaculating juice was so great, clear fluids were forced through the sexy satin material as Venessa sucked, swallowing as fast as she could suck it up. Knowing she'd cum again quickly, Kate pulled the crotch out of the way so the girl had complete access to her open pink cunt. This time, she squirted an even larger ejaculation across the beauty's cupped tongue.

"Fuck!" gurgled Venessa, pussy-juice running down her chin in a stream, her fingertips pinching Kate's protruding nipples.

"Mmmmmm," Kate giggled. "Stick your finger up my arse and I'll cum again hard. You better be thirsty, girl."

"Oh, I AM," moaned Venessa, sucking and tongue-fucking the smooth lining of Kate's slick cunt, slim finger fast up the slippery anal-pucker, eager for the promised reward as she teased Kate's breasts with her free hand. "God, you just GUSH when you cum!"

"Swallow me!" panted Kate, five warm eruptions spurting from her throbbing sheath.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Venessa was still coming wildly on Gita's tongue as the tiny girl fist-fucked her like a bionic sex-machine!

"Your wrist feels so nice! I've never had a girl do this to me."

Knowing she wanted it, Gita pulled her lower on the couch so she could get the redhead's legs over her shoulders. Pressing her mouth under her fist, the tiny exotic slipped her serpentine tongue up the beauty's arse so deeply that Venessa nearly fainted with lustful pleasure. But she had to keep sucking to keep from drowning in Kate's warm sexual excess, never in her life having experienced such copious rewards for oral talents, even when sucking semen-surging cocks.

"Let's trade places," Kate urged. "I want to lick your pussy. If you think I cum hard, wait'll you lick Gita!

Gita proved her correct when Venessa's tongue brought her to orgasm. Greedy for cunt-cum, she climbed off of the girl's hungry mouth and helped Kate lick up her orgasm that was overflowing the redhead's full lips.

After resting an hour they had another glass of Chartreuse, then went upstairs to shower. Taking turns, each shaved the other until crotches were smoother than silk. They teased and played with slippery cunt-gush lubricated pussies and nipples until none of them could stand up!

On the big bed, they made Venessa lay face-down while Gita reenacted the ritual she'd described to Kate at lunch. Spreading both cheeks with her hands, she tongue-reamed the beauty's arse so deeply and so passionately, their hostess actually fainted. After coming to her senses, Venessa returned the favor, licking Gita's tiny anus so thoroughly, the exotic slut was nearly hysterical.

"No more . . . no more . . . please!" she gigged, trying to roll over so the girl couldn't tongue-fuck her sensitive arse "Let me rest a minute! I can't keep coming like that or I'll die!"

Kate and Venessa looked at each other and giggled.

"Does that mean she's having a good time?" smirked Venessa, wiping her mouth with fingertips.

"I am," Kate laughed, face smeared with crotch-cream. "I brought a toy along just in case. Here, use this up her arse. I want to good arse-fucking tonight while Gita licks my pussy."

Handing the big natural looking dildo to Venessa, she straddled Gita's face.

"Lick me real good, baby. She's gonna give it to me up my hot little back door. Mmmmmmmm," she panted, feeling the monster spreading her eager anal pucker, "oh fuck! That's such a huge cock. Jesus! It's bigger than Paco's! Oh, I just love it when it's up to the nuts in my arse! Stick that big cock up my arse an' fuck me hard. Oh, yes! OH, YES! Oooooo! Venessa!"

Venessa was relentless, using the big dildo, just like she liked it in her own pussy; fast and hard; all the way in, Kate's comment about Paco leaving her more than puzzled.

"Well . . . you enjoy this, don't you?" she smiled, remembering Mark's recital of Kate pleasures. "I bet your boyfriend fucks your hot little arse just like this. Does Gita suck your pussy for you at the same time? You must be coming in her mouth. Let me hear it when you cum. I want to hear you MOAN when you're coming."

"FUCK!" screamed Kate, arching her proud little arse against the long thick dildo. "Oh, fuck! FUCK my arse. Just like Mark fucks me up my arsehole! Oh, yeah, I love it! Here I cum . . . watch, I'm squirting-off right in her mouth! "Ohhh, YEAH!" she screamed, ejaculating all over Gita's open mouth and tongue, pussy-juices wetting Gita's conical firm-nippled breasts, raven black hair and exotic face, bathing her playmate in cunt-gush.

Burning with excitement, Venessa hadn't guessed the girls would be so incredibly sexual. Her pleasure was unmatched by experience.

"Look, Gita; she has the whole dildo up her arse. Look how it spreads her arse. She loves it like this, doesn't she. What a hot woman. I wish this thing had a cum-pump. Have you ever seen one of those? I have one in my bathroom. You can fill it with artificial semen . . . "

Head to toe below Kate in a 69 position, Gita was looking up at Venessa between the blonde's sun-tanned thighs. She could see the big dildo deep up Kate's arse and Venessa's face looking down.

Artificial semen?" she asked, licking pussy-juice glazed lips.

"They use artificial cum in porn-films." Venessa's face was glowing. "I buy it from Teddy, my friend with the studio. It's sweetened starch and vegetable cellulose. I swear it looks just like the real thing! I put it in the cum-pump and use it with my dildo. I warm it up first so it's just a little warmer than body temperature. When I start to orgasm, I just push the valve and pump it all right in me. God, I just love feeling it squirt up my pussy. It's perfect. We used it in that last scene with the girls and the house-boy. The first part of his climax was the genuine thing . . . Lisa swallowed all that, but Sandi and Trish got the artificial cum! You couldn't tell the difference from looking at it, could you, but she says it's not quite as salty; that it's much sweeter. All the girls are willing to do the 'swallow the load' scene with the substitute. It's like eating cum-candy."

Gita grinned lewdly.

"Go get it!"

Climbing off the bed, Venessa hurried into her bath. Sounds of running water lasted four or five minutes. She returned with a rubber syringe three inches around and six inches long attached by a two foot surgical-rubber tube to a twelve inch latex cock and balls that looked so real is was almost scary.

"This is mine," she giggled, holding up the phallus. "Looks real, doesn't it? Put this in a guy's pants and squeeze the syringe and what you see is a twelve inch cock in the height of an orgasm! The best part is, it never gets soft!"

Examining the toy, they passed it around the circle, giggling like high school girls.

"You just squeeze the syringe?" asked Gita. "It comes out like cum?"

"That's all you have to do?" smirked Venessa. "Lie spread-eagle on your tummy again, Kate. I'll shove this big toy up your hot little arse."

Gita swatted Kate's buns.

"I'm going to do my part."

As Gita wiggled back under her, Kate got to her knees, looking over her shoulder at Venessa.

"God, my pussy's so hot!" she giggled. "I bet I can cum a dozen times. Do me like you did last night, Gita. When you do that and lick me, it makes me squirt just like you do. Go ahead, Venessa. I've never had one that long before. Do it! Don't hurt me, but try and get that thing up my arse."

Squeezing syringe enough to make some contents ooze from the tip, Venessa used the milky liquid to lubricate the shaft. Before working it into that perfect pink pucker she paused, bent forward and wiggled her tongue into the little hole, inhaling the rich feminine scent of Kate's randy crotch. Taking a deep breath she sat back and pressed the head of the slippery latex phallus against the slightly resistant muscle. Twisting her wrist back and forth, she watched first the head, then inch after inch disappear up Kate's arsehole while Gita devoured the blonde beauty's flowing cunt.

"Oooooo, yeah," Kate sighed, each rising 'ooooooo' adding emphasis to the journey the dildo was making until the entire shaft was up her arse to its latex balls! "Oooooo, YES! My God! It's so big and so HARD! It feels just like the real thing! Pump it in my arse, Venessa! FUCK me with that monster! Oh, my GOD! It's making me cum all over myself! Oh, Gita . . . suck me up! You're making' me cum, baby! Lick me good, baby. Make me squirt. Oh, baby, DO it! Oh, my GOD! I hope you can make that big thing squirt off like a cock! I want my little arse full of hot cum! I'm coming! Oh, my GOD! I'm coming so GOOD! YESSSSSSS!" she screamed. "I can't stop! I'm still COMING! Oh, my GOD!"

Fucking Kate's arse with all her strength, Venessa pulled the monster back until only the head was captive in the blonde's arsehole before plunging the shaft back into that coral-pink sheath, driving the latex phallus up to its latex balls. Every time she pulled the shaft almost out, Kate's anus looked like it was being turned inside-out! Her entire body was quivering. In and out, in and out, faster and faster until the little blonde was blabbering.

"FUCK me! FUCK me! FUCK me! OOOOOO! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

At the height of her pleasure, Venessa acted. When Kate screamed 'FUCK ME!' the loudest, she squeezed with both hands, rhythmically compressing the full syringe to mimic orgasmic spasms of a cum-shooting cock, forcing over a cupful of very warm synthetic semen up Kate's gratefully-fucked arsehole. Collapsing on Gita's face as she came, the lovely blonde's breath was forced from her lungs as though she'd been hit in the solar plexus.

"I'm squirting a big load of cum up your hot little arsehole, you anal whore!" laughed Venessa, green eyes wide, face bathed in perspiration. "I'm shooting so much cum up your arse you'll ooze cum for a month, you hot little tramp! Feel that cum, you sex slut! You LOVE it, don't you! SAY it! Say you LOVE it up your arse, you little anal whore!"

"I LOVE it up my ARSEHOLE!" Kate cried, arse quivering uncontrollably. "I LOVE it! My GOD! I LOVE getting fucked up my arse! Paco fucked it so GOOD! I fucking can't GET arse-fucked HARD enough!"

The big latex dildo was buried to the hilt while Gita made Kate orgasm deliriously. Venessa was wiggling the latex monster, causing a milky trail of synthetic cum to dribble down the insides of Kate's tanned thighs. Spreading those beautiful buns, their hostess let the little brunette beauty replace the dildo with her long arse-loving tongue, sucking as Kate squatted back, warm gooey fluid filling the beauty's mouth.

"I give up!" Kate cried. "Wait! I can't take anymore! Don't lick me . . . Oh, my God! Let me get my breath . . . don't even lick me! God! I haven't cum like that since I don't know when. Give me a break, you two."

Rolling over, Gita sat up, licking red messy lips, her face covered with pussy-juice and artificial semen.

"You should see your face," laughed Venessa, pulling Gita closer. "I'll clean up the mess if you'll let me lick you again."

She licked and kissed Gita until most of the pussy-juice was gone.

"That stuff tastes great, almost as good as the real thing. Go down on me now," Gita giggled. Kate's going to suck on my nipples!

Kate did, driving her new girlfriend almost up the wall with knowing oral caresses to those stunning breasts. Between the brunette's thighs, Venessa gave fabulous head for an hour, opening Gita's cunt with her fingers and licking the inner pink lips and pulsing sheath. She paid the same attention to the beauty's smooth anus, stretching the tube and tongue-fucking it while Gita came like a banshee!

"Mmmmmmm, I love eating your delicious crotch, you beautiful creature! I love the taste and aroma of your pussy. Juicy cunt! What a heavenly sexy perfume! I think I've cum a dozen times while eating you tonight."

Kate had Gita's nipples sucked to trembling swollen peaks, lips moving from one to the other as Venessa ate spasming anus and gushing cunt. Gita counted sixteen orgasms before she had to push Kate away and grab Venessa by the hair, pulling the lovely girl's tongue away from an over-sensitive clit.

"No MORE," she panted, "at least not until I've rested. Maybe in the morning."

"You'll stay the night?" beamed Venessa, savoring warm cunt-juice. "Won't Mark get worried if you don't return?"

"He's asleep," said Kate, still playing with Gita's dusky nipples. "We can call him in the morning. That might be fun. Actually, we could wake him up, and I mean 'up'. Wouldn't that be fun. What do you think, Gita? Should we let Venessa wake him up?"

Gita picked up the photo next to the bed.

"Looks like you know how to please guys," she smiled, handing the picture to Kate. "Want to watch her in action? Wouldn't that be fun?"

Kate looked at the picture for a minute, emotions playing across her face before glancing up at Venessa.

"You enjoy doing this, don't you." It wasn't a question. "You want to suck him off? I guess after all this, I shouldn't have any jealous feelings about you sucking my boyfriend's cock. Would you like to give him head?"

Remembering her steamy afternoon on her knees, Venessa blushed, but looked up at Kate and smiled.

"If that's an invitation, the answer is yes. I won't pretend I didn't find your boyfriend attractive. The truth is, I would have sucked his cock if he'd pulled it out at the pool. I go through periods when all I can think about is sucking. I need something in my mouth. I get so hungry for cock, even more than for food, but there are periods when I don't want to see a man; when all I want is a young woman . . . completely . . . all of her. Today, I've been in one of those moods when I want cunt and cock . . . and if I had the chance, I'd suck him off until he made me stop."

Kate looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"He really enjoys getting head," she smiled, then looked at the picture again. "Just like you look here, like you really enjoy it." She paused again, looking at the mouthful of semen. "He cums a lot, Venessa. He can cum at least twice in the morning."

Reaching out, she took Venessa's hand, blue eyes searching hers.

"I want you to suck him off as many times as he'll let you. Even since I first watched Gita swallowing his cum, I discovered it excites me to see other girls making him cum in their mouth."

Going to the TV on the dresser, she put a tape in the VCR and turned it on.

"Mark played this tape for me this week. I'd never seen it before, and I'd never met Gita, either, but the truth is, it made me more excited than I'd ever been in my life. I'm glad all this has happened."

The now familiar image of Gita's face filled the screen, the tape playing-out the beautifully-filmed sexual encounter. Venessa sighed with approval when Gita took the massive orgasm in her mouth.

"My God, I want that."

It was a whisper. Vennesa had masturbated throughout the video.

"God, Kate, will you let me? I need to suck that man off! I need that feeling of a man coming in my mouth. I need to swallow it! I adore its taste; the scent and texture! God, I'd swallow quarts of his cum!"

Kate smiled.

"I feel that way, too. Sometimes, I can't get enough. When I need it, I'd suck off a football team if I had the courage." Blushing at that thought, she looked at Venessa again. "Anyway, I'll enjoy watching you. Let's go over in the morning an' wake him up. Gita and I'll enjoy the show."

"Really," Gita added. "I like watching. Is Mark going to do her, too?"

Kate looked at Venessa and read her eyes.

"You want him to eat you?"

"Can I sit on his face?" blushed Venessa. "He's so handsome and sexy. I'd just die to sit on his tongue."

Kate looked at her for a long drawn-out moment before answering.

"If you'll let him fuck you up your cunt and arse. If you'll let him cum inside you first."

Venessa covered her face with both hands, then nodded and snickered.

"You're nasty, too. I like that, Kate. You knew I'm an anal virgin."

"That's why. Mark will love fucking a virgin arse. Okay?"

Venessa sighed and licked her lips before answering.

"Deal," whispered their hostess, face flushed, head bowed.

"Deal," smiled Kate. "Now I'm going to sleep."

Bathed in perspiration, but relaxed to the point of Jello, the three cuddled together on the big king-size bed.

"I love this house," sighed Gita, looking up at floor to ceiling white multi-paned doors and the glow from the city below. "The rent must be out of this world."

"It would be, I guess," said Vanessa, still licking Kate's smooth juicy crotch, "but I bought it instead. I knew it was just what I wanted. A nice home near everything."

"Lucky you," sighed Gita, joining her between Kate's thighs.

Working together like a team, the two sucked Kate's crotch from anus to cunt as she slipped off into dreamland. Licking and probing pussy and anus with long fluttering tongues, all three finally drifted to sleep like angles throughout the warm summer night, but not before the words she'd heard earlier drifted through Venessa's lovely head: Jesus, it's bigger than Paco's . . . and, Paco fucked it so good, both remarks making her wonder about the beautiful blonde at her side, and how and when she'd gotten time to get Paco to fuck her up her arse

Hmmmmmm, who knows what's happening back there at the hotel, she thought. Maybe I shouldn't feel guilty for what Mark and I did this afternoon. Hmmmm, the Paco certainly has a nice package in those tight black slacks. Wouldn't a little party be fun to put together? I could use a cock like that boy has in his pants. I'll just have to see what I can arrange.

Still smiling, and imaging that possibility, she surrendered to wonderful sleep.

The time on the bedside clock showed two twenty-two. Today tried to relax. Even with eyes closed he could still see the after-image of camera lights, and taste the lingering acridness of eighteen or more loads of semen. He'd cleaned-up the mess after the film crew and cast left. He'd disposed of the dozen or more used condoms he'd sucked-out, cleaned-up the ashtrays and used tissues, washed and put away all the glasses, then showered twice before going to bed.

Earlier, Mr. Scott had been pissed when the girl in the metallic-snakeskin swimsuit hadn't come down to the pool. Amand and Douglas had waited late into the evening for the blonde to show up, then left after telling the fat-man not to 'fuck around' with them by making offers he couldn't fulfil. Mr. Scott had made him fellate the two blacks to make up for getting them over with no blonde to abduct. He'd sucked both men off twice. He's almost asked Amand about the young girl Mr. Scot had given him, but thought better of it and said nothing.

Now, in the next bed, Mr. Scott was already snoring, a half-bottle of Scotch still open on the bedside table. Today had used a complete tube of hemorrhoid-ointment, but as usual, found it difficult to ignore the fact that he'd been fucked up the arse for over eight of the last twenty-four hours. Rolling over on his other side, he thought about home and his folks, about his dog and the skateboard he'd left in his room . . . about his best friend, Vince. He thought about the river and the rope that swung from the old tree and the smell of summer grass, chocolate milk and peanut butter sandwiches. He closed his eyes, and face buried in the thin hotel pillow, cried himself to sleep.

Upon waking, Kate and Gita found a steaming pot of herbal tea waiting on a teak bedside tray. Venessa had gotten-up early to use the bathroom and do an early Martial Arts routine. When the girls finished tea, toilet and toothbrush, Venessa took them through a twenty minute stretch, marched them into the shower where she lathered and shaved every square inch of delicious crotch. Satisfied with her tonsorial talent, she rubbed smoothly-shaved pubes and arses with a lightly-flavored cinnamon almond oil.

"See the douche bag?" she said, pointing to where it hung on a hook. "You're getting cleaned, inside and out."

Kate knew what was coming next.

"You first," smiled Venessa, waving the nozzle under Kate's nose and pointing at the floor. "Down on your knees, shoulders on the floor. Relax. Push that cute little arse of yours up in the air. Spread her cheeks, Gita."

Filling douche bag with warm water, she hung it back on the hook. Lubricating the six inch long tip of the large plastic wand, and making sure Kate's pale puckered anus was well oiled, she placed the tip against the just-oiled pucker and inserted the wand up the snug little arsehole.

"Oooooo," Kate giggled, "What a nice feeling. I like!"

"If that feels good, how about this?" smiled Venessa, releasing the clamp on the hose.

Kate took a quart and a half of warm water, wiggling her narrow hips as her colon filled with fluid before begging Venessa to stop.

"Too much! I can't take any more!" she pleaded. "Wait. Please! No more. God, I got-a poop!"

"Not yet," Venessa insisted, swatting her smartly across firmly-muscled buns. "Lay down on your side now."

A look of impatient discomfort crossed Kate's face as the redhead began massaging her full belly, first lightly, then rolling hr abdomen with both hands like she was making bread.

"I can't hold it any longer," pleaded Kate, frowning, large blue eyes rolling up in her head. "Please! I got-a go potty."

The second swat stung smartly.

"Wait!"

Venessa's hand was tingling like she'd spanked a plank.

"Don't be such a pussy. There's a purpose past causing you discomfort. You can stand a little pain for good reason. I bet the first time you took a cock up this tight little arsehole you thought you were going to die. But you didn't and now, you sexy little arse-fuck, you really getting this little hole plugged. Am I right?"

Nodding, squinching her face and gritting teeth against abdominal discomfort, strangely aroused by the stinging sensation of being spanked, Kate began enjoying the warmth of the enema. After making her wait three more minutes, Venessa pulled her to the toilet, much to Kate's relief. Two more deep enemas followed, Kate aroused to new heights by the warm rush, both when receiving and letting go. Even more, she got a kinky thrill when she gave Gita two enemas after Venessa had finished hers. Throughout the ordeal, Gita didn't make a whimper.

"You like them?" asked Kate, watching Venessa administer three to herself, masturbating on the toilet while letting go.

Rolling wide-set green eyes and wagging a long tongue like a clown, Venessa nodded as she brought herself to climax. Always hot Gita finger-fucked herself faster as she watched the redhead masturbating on the toilet.

"You're coming?" asked Kate.

Gita nodded, smile from ear to ear.

"Ummmm, yes! They make me orgasm. Asia gives me great enemas almost daily," she giggled, fingers digging deep in her tight pink-lined cunt.

After a fun-filled tussle in the shower the girls dried each other with giant terry-cloth towels, followed by a rub-down with natural fruit-scented body lotions. Moving back to the bedroom, Venessa gave complete body massages as they lay side by side on the rug, ending their sessions by giving each girl an unusually stimulating crotch massage with her tongue.

"God, Venessa . . . I aught-a take you to Mumbai on my next trip," sighed Gita when Venessa finally sat up. "You could teach those girls a thing or two! My God, my little tail and puss are both smiling."

"You're delicious," grinned Venessa, salaciously, giving her a kiss and a pat on firm buns before standing, nude as the day she was born. "Love your oysters."

"Let us dress you," insisted Gita, getting up. "We know how Mark likes his playmates dressed. He thinks sex is best in costume."

After drying long tresses, they styled her hair, French-braiding the back to keep it away from her sensuously sculpted face. Gita did make-up while Kate selected lingerie from Venessa's dresser.

"Pink and white," said Kate, holding up a pair of white high-heels. "You'll look beautiful in pink and white! Mark'll love it. Can you walk in these? They're so high. Golly, they must be six inches, at least."

The ritual of being dressed made Venessa laugh as Kate dressed her.

"Good thing you got a drawer-full-a white thigh-highs!" giggled Kate, two developing runs as she tried pulling them up the girl's shapely legs.

"I buy them by the dozen," laughed Venessa, taking over the chore. "I love the way they look, but the more expensive nylons don't last very long. I've had my best luck with Victoria' Secretr,. The extra long ones come all the way up to my crotch and stay up better than ones that only come to my upper thighs. I usually wear that little white satin garter belt, too."

Kate helped her into high-cut sheer pink satin panties, no more than a thong between muscle firm arse-cheeks. Cut temptingly-low in front, they perfectly matched a pink satin-latex half-bra that hardly covered the girl's pretty nipples. Pulling the satin bra down, Gita lightly-coloured both nipples with no-smear shocking pink lipstick as Kate adjusted the garters and stockings.

"Okay, let's see . . . " said Kate, pulling Venessa into the middle of the room. "You're so cute! Model for us. What do you think, Gita?"

"More eye-liner . . . and more lipstick-liner, too. What about clothes? She can't walk down the street dressed like that."

That made them blush and giggle like young school girls.

"My closet . . . " Venessa nodded toward louvered doors. "Blouses, skirts, dresses . . . "

Kate found a white stretch Lycra-spandex mini-skirt and a pink sleeveless scoop-necked top. Stepping into the short skirt, Venessa turned so the young blonde beauty could tug the zipper up after tucking-in the blouse.

"Turn around," Kate prodded, "let's see from behind."

The hem of the skirt barely covered the tempting curve of the girl's tight rounded arse. When she turned to face Kate, the short skirt didn't come close to hiding the glossy-satin crotch of her panties, sparkling like a pink jewel between white stocking-clad thighs. Kate had to laugh.

"Pull your skirt down at least an inch or we'll never get you back to the hotel!"

Legs. That was the picture the redhead presented in six inch high-heel sandals, Roman style straps entwining stunning ankles. Shapely legs looked astonishingly long, white thigh-highs disappearing under the hem of that naughty-short stretch miniskirt.

"I'm gonna get some-a those," grinned Kate. "They're the sexiest. Mark loves them. Bend over and grab your ankles. Let's see what you look like from behind."

When she bent over, the girls howled. Stretching up over luscious cheeks like a rising theater curtain the Lycra-spandex miniskirt revealed the narrow pink strip of satin crotch, accentuating plump smoothly-shaved pussy-lips between perfectly-shaped thighs. Arse-cheeks, firmly curved spheres of flesh, were divided by a pink satin thong only wide enough to hide the little hairless pucker of a deliciously virgin anus, part of the thong wedged in the cleft of her cunt. Gita glanced at Kate, then back at the sultry redhead's incredible arse.

"Do I have time?" she giggled, tongue flicking over open lips. "Oh, Venessa! If you knew what you make me want to do, you'd blush!"

Wiggling slim hips, a willing Venessa waited to find out. Quickly kneeling behind her, Gita pulled the pink panty-crotch out of the wet cleft, dark sparkling eyes on the tiny anal pucker. Making a point with the tip of her tongue, she slid it up the fist-tight ring while the redhead held onto pretty ankles. Primed for pleasure, the auburn-haired beauty began coming on that fluttering demanding tongue. Feeling herself coming while watching kinky Gita performing analingus, and driven by growing perversions, Kate grabbed Venessa's braided hair.

"I want-a spank this nasty little waitress," she grinned, kneading exposed arse-cheeks, then swatting firmly-rounded curves. "I watched you bending over at the pool. All of us could see your pussy right through your panties. What do you think, Gita? Any girl dressing like this should get spanked."

"Spank my crotch!" begged Venessa, spreading her legs wide as Kate knelt, eyes on the pink satin pout.

"Your crotch?" asked Kate, rubbing the already slippery material covering the redhead's cunt, satin fabric spreading the lips underneath.

"Spank it!" begged Venessa, hips undulating as Gita's long tongue went deeper up her hot little arse. "Spank my PUSSY! It makes me cum, deliciously."

Ready to try anything, Kate took her best shot, bringing her hand up quickly between the girl's wide-spread legs, the hot swats on wet crotch sounding like theatre applause.

"Oh my GOD!" squealed sexy waitress, trim hips jerking spastically, panties so wet it looked like she'd pee'd. "That makes me cum so good! SPANK my pussy!"

While Gita perfected the act of analingus, Kate gave their hostess' pink satin-covered pussy a heated spanking, cunt juices all over her hand. Climaxing almost violently, the redhead tried to straighten-up, holding onto Kate's shoulders for support.

"That's enough!" she sighed, taking a deep breath and adjusting the crotch of her cute panties. "I'm extremely aroused just thinking about what you've invited me to do this morning. It's going to make me orgasm all day. You can do me again, Gita; while I'm doing Mark; that is if you still want me to do him, Kate."

"He deserves you," smirked Kate, blushing at what they'd planned, "especially after missing out on last night. He would-a loved to play with us; so it's his turn to have a little fun."

She watched the seductive young woman, wondering what a spanking like that would feel like, ready to try anything new.

"You like getting your pussy spanked?"

"With a tongue up my arse at the same time!" came the giggled reply. "Try it . . . you'll love it!"

Inspecting their sexy model, the girls added a bunch of white bangles, large white hoop earrings and a long strand of white plastic beads.

"More pink lipstick," Gita decided, painting their playmate's almost petulant lips with non-smear shocking-pink gloss. "There . . . that's better. Isn't this stuff fabulous! It stays on even when I'm swimming, not to mention, sucking. I adore the colour, too. Men love it. It just screams 'fuck' my pretty mouth!"

Moving to full-length mirror, Venessa turned, checking stockings for runs. Satisfied, she turned and smiled at the girls.

"So, this is what he likes? I look like a hooker! I'd wear this to bed, but not on the street."

"You'll knock him out in bed," laughed Kate. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees you sucking his cock."

Venessa took Kate's hand.

"Are you sure about this? I'm really aroused, Kate. When I get this way, you know, wanting to suck . . . wanting a man's cum in my mouth, I get a little crazy, don't you?" She paused, searching Kate's model-lovely face. "Does he cum really hard? I mean, does he, you know what I'm asking; ejaculate in great volume? I just love getting mouthfuls of cum when guys blow their nuts. I hope he can cum more than once. I need it badly, specially after last night. I could have sucked cock for hours after so much girl sex. That would have been exquisite. Maybe a good fucking followed by lots of oral gratification! Maybe you'll spank my pussy again while I'm sucking Mark off. I love cunnilingus. It gets me so excited, but, well, afterward, I really need to suck a man. I sure hope he gives me mega-wads of nice warm cum to swallow."

Kate gave her a quick little kiss and smiled.

"Well, he's all yours this morning. An' for what it's worth, I sometimes have trouble trying to swallow fast enough not lose any cum when he shoots-off. He can do it a couple-a times with no problem, Venessa! I bet you get enough. An' don't forget our deal. You get to sit on his face if you'll let my boyfriend fuck your sweet little cunt and virgin arse."

After packing the bag, swimsuit, a change of clothes and shoes, three girls hit the streets. Venessa had been accurate in her assessment regarding street-level response to her costume. Nearly causing accidents crossing Sunset, two cars and a truck almost collided when drivers turned attentions away from the road.

"Yo, babes!" and "Hey, ladies!" could be heard over traffic noise as men totally lost their cool.

"God!" Kate giggled. "Don't they ever get enough? I'm glad we don't have much further to walk."

Sneaking past the receptionist and taking the elevator up, Kate left the girls waiting in the hallway and slipped into the room, reappearing only a minute later.

He's still sleeping," she giggled, "an' he's got the world's hugest hard-on! Wait 'til you see it. He's always big in the morning." Grinning, she swatted Gita's arse and pulled her into the room. "Get out-a the hall before you get busted for hustling." she giggled as Venessa slipped quietly in behind them and closed the door.

Sprawled on the bed in a tangle of sheets, one leg under, one on top, one arm over his face and the other over-head, Mark lay sleeping. Standing upward against a smooth tan belly in swollen readiness throbbed a spectacular morning erection. Poised silently, smiles on faces, the girls watched with aroused fascination as the magnificent organ rhythmically twitched, engorged with blood, pulsing with each beat of his heart.

"I wonder what he's dreaming about?" whispered Venessa, taking Kate's warm hand. "Are you sure you want me to do this? You look like you're ready to suck him yourself."

Watching his cock pulse, Kate had been unconsciously licking pink lips, fingers already at play between the lips of her wet little nookie. She glanced at Venessa, then at Gita.

"Should we flip a coin?" she whispered.

Shaking her head, Gita whispered back.

"Why? We already agreed back there, remember? You wanted to watch her, so let's watch. I want to see Mark fuck her after she gets her first load. Let her suck him off. We've had plenty of semen the last couple of days."

Looking back at Mark, Kate sighed. Gita's reminder of their escapade with Paco made her suddenly felt guilty. She turned and sat-back in the big overstuffed chair next to the bed. Smile on her face, Gita perched next to her on the arm of the chair.

"Go ahead," whispered Kate, eyeing her favourite part of her boyfriend's anatomy. "He'll love it."

Bending over the bed ,the sultry redhead gently moved Mark's arm away from his face. When he didn't stir she bent even closer and kissed his mouth, slowly, ardently licking those full sensuous lips.

Mark stirred.

"What . . . " he murmured, trying to open sleep-filled eyes, stifling a yawn. "Huh . . . "

He sat up yawning, only to discover Venessa's smiling face.

"What's . . . " he mumbled, looking around the room, silly grin spreading across his face when discovering the girls watching him. Then the realization that all three were there hit home. "Hey . . . what's goin' on?" he snickered, up on one elbow, wide awake to the fact that sexy Venessa was standing next to him dressed to fuck, if not to kill, staring at his post-like cock standing up from tight dark pubic-curls.

"Good morning, sweetheart," smiled Kate, melodically. "I got a nice surprise for you. Remember Venessa? From the pool? She's your wake-up present."

Mark looked back at her, seeing the message in her big green eyes that their secret was still intact. Nodding slightly in response to his questioning glance, salacious smile crossing lusciously-glossed lips, she unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the carpet around ankles he was about to get down and lick! Mark's grey eyes followed the falling skirt, then moved back up long tapered legs to the bright-pink crotch of a very skimpy pair of glossy skintight panties. His cock surged wildly with anticipation of getting into them at last. Shedding pink blouse, the half nude female sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Hi!" she smiled, winking at him. "Remember me? Your cocktail waitress? I'd love to be of service to you." He saw where she was looking. "May I?" she giggled, noting the prize. "Kate said you'd enjoy my mouth." Wetting shocking-pink lips with an even pinker tongue, she reached out to touch his big balls. "She said you'd give me a generous tip if I made you cum in my mouth. Bet I can! Watch me, Mark . . . "

Climbing up on the bed between his legs, and without using hands, Venessa took that morning hard-on head between greedy cock-sucker lips. Shuddering with unexpected pleasure, Mark fell back on the bed.

"Oh my God!" he laughed. "I'm in heaven!"

"Ooooo, you nasty bitch! Suck him off good!" urged Kate, masturbating furiously as she watched her boyfriend's rigid cock disappear in Venessa's unbelievable mouth.

Finger-fucking herself too, Gita began kissed Kate, both sucking tongues while watching Venessa's sexy mouth filling with Mark's hardness, sliding up and down on the object of their desire. Sounds of sucking filled the room as Mark's hips thrust upward, meeting each downward plunge of the redhead's receptive mouth, sending every inch into her warm willing throat.

"When you're ready, the slut wants you to shoot-off right down her throat," hissed Kate. "Don't hold back, baby! Hold her head down when you cum. We want-a see if she can swallow cum with your cock all the way down her throat."

Releasing the cock, she sat up grinning. Shedding the bra, she pinched her bright pink nipples until they were so hard they looked like cherry pits.

"What do you think, Mark? Like how I give head? Gita; would you get behind me and lick me you know where while I suck this handsome man? Just pull my panties down in back enough so you can lick me while I suck him off. You know me. As soon as I taste semen I'll cum all over you!"

Gita was behind her in a flash. Mark knew the exact second when the girl's long tongue slipped between the redhead's cheeks by the way the sexy waitress mouthed his rampant erection.

"Lick her arsehole, Gita!" hissed Kate. "Lick that little cock-sucking bitch's hot little arsehole! Make her squirm!" she panted, quivering and masturbating so hard she was sweating. "Look at her mouth, baby! Watch her cum-sucking mouth!" Reaching orgasm, she gasped. "Fuck! Mmmmmmmm! Look at her taking your cock down her throat! Look at those hot pink lips wrapped around your big dick, Mark! I knew you wanted to shoot a load of cum in her mouth the first time you saw her. Look at her suck it. Fuck her hot mouth, baby. Oh, baby, this is making me cum all over myself! Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Ohhhhhh, Oh, Goddddddd!"

Moaning desperately, the girl played every trick she knew to bring him to orgasm, every technique mastered to get her reward: a warm mouthful or more of thick, sticky semen. Adding to arousal, Gita's serpentine tongue was deep up her slippery tight anus. Erotic images of her anally-oriented girlfriends filled her mind as the probing organ twirled inches inside her forbidden center of pleasure. With Gita's fingers rubbing the magical vaginal G spot, she couldn't hold back, her orgasm squirting into Gita's mouth like a broken water-line the second Mark's orgasm erupted into hers. Cum-crazy Venessa was ready for the juicy, sticky reward.

"Oooooo, I love this! I was dreaming about coming in your mouth and now I am," Mark grunted. "I'm actually coming in your fucking mouth. Holy fuck! You better swallow fast!"

Cum surged so powerfully from those loaded nuts, she had to pull-up, leaving a pearl-like fountain of semen spurting over five inches into the air. Still masturbating him, she made sure the following shots went straight into her mouth, surges of warm cum slipping down her throat like a half-dozen raw egg-whites. Letting semen dribble back over the rosy head from shocking-pink swollen lips, she took him back down a cum-glazed throat. Following a well-thought-out plan she captured the last four eruptions in the palm of her hand.

"Fuck!" gasped Kate, as she and Gita came together, moaning with pleasure as they watched sweet Venessa drinking semen.

Obscene with her treasure, Venessa allowed cum to drip from her open mouth over a still-throbbing ruddy-hooded shaft. Licking the gooey-with cum glazed head, milking beads of semen from his large urethra, she licked them up as his hips continued spastic thrusts.

"Mmmmmm, Kate, I'm swallowing your boyfriend's cum! Mmmmmmm, I could suck him off for hours."

Smiling up at Kate, she masturbated semen from Mark's cock with skillful strokes. Then, getting up on her knees, she slipped her hand into the front of her skintight pink satin panties, cupping the already juicy crotch with the palm-full of thick cloudy semen.

"Come here, Kate," she sang. "I have a second-hand present for you. Mmmmm, come over here and lick my hot little pussy."

In less than a second Kate was flat on her back between the redhead's legs as the waitress squatted down on her mouth. From his vantage point, Mark could see Kate's flashing tongue licking the cum-filled crotch of Venessa's pink satin panties. His cock twitched in heated interest.

"Oh, yes," smiled Venessa, his half-hard erection in hand. "You like watching girls together? You should have seen us last night and this morning. You like seeing your girlfriend licking my crotch? Want to watch me cum in her mouth?"

Grinding against Kate's tongue, she pulled the pink crotch of her satin panties to one side and began to climax. As always, a clear spurt of liquid shot from her urethra as Kate used her tongue to direct the crystalline surges into what had to be one of the world's most sluttish mouths.

"Can you see your girlfriend licking my pussy?" gasped Venessa. "I'm coming in your sweetheart's cunt-sucking mouth. Mmmmm, yes! Ooooo, she sucks pussy so good! Do you like watching girls having sex? Oh, Mark, she's a darling!"

"Yeah?" he panted. "I got-a agree with you. Damn, that's hot! Do that again, can you? Squirt in her mouth. That's hot! You girls all squirt! I fucking love watching that!"

"Oooooo, keep licking my arse, Gita! Stick you fingers up my pussy," gasped Venessa, holding pussy-lips wide open, "right there; just like that! Oh, God! That's what makes me squirt! You're both making me cum again. Mmmmmm, I can't believe I'm coming like this. What have you girls done to me?"

More ejaculate squirted from her open labia, this time Kate getting it all, licking and sucking so loudly her performance excited Mark to iron hardness.

"Holy fuck!" he smirked. "I love watching her cunt-fucking your mouth, baby!"

As though rehearsed, Gita and Kate pulled Mark into the overstuffed chair and Venessa onto his lap. Kate held his long thick uncircumcised cock while Gita spread the waitress' smoothly-shaved labia, directing the rampant erection into the female's slippery pink cunt.

"Oooo, yes! YES!" came the pleasure-filled moan as cock filled slippery sheath with its hardness. "Oh, yes, baby, lick my clit while I ride this big hard man!"

For almost twenty minutes, all three girls took turns riding Mark's iron-hard erection, raising up and down, stroking tingling cunt-sheaths with the heavily-veined shaft, sucking each other's swollen nipples until they were nearly insane with pleasure. Venessa was wildly coming on the lucky man's cunt-juice lubricated shaft, thick white creamy swags of sauce covering his furry balls.

A new game in mind, happily-fucked Kate made Venessa turn around and sit on Mark's lap in the chair. His cock up her slippery cunt, her boyfriend immediately began teasing the girl's nipples.

"Straddle her, Gita. Cum in her mouth. I want this redheaded waitress bitch to swallow your pussy-cum while Mark's fucking her."

Kneeling on the overstuffed arms of the chair, straddling the girl's lithe body, Gita pressed forward, the sexy waitress' eager pink mouth cupping her naked crotch. Grabbing her by her red hair, Gita began scrubbing her open cunt-lips and clit against a grateful tongue as Kate devoured the cute little redhead's sweet pussy, kneeling between wide open beautiful legs, wildly masturbating herself to cum-spraying orgasms as the waitress bounced up and down on Mark's erection. Opening her greedy mouth, Venessa held out a broad pink tongue. Coming just as Mark and Venessa reached orgasm, Gita juiced the redhead's mouth like a man blowing his wad, a squirt of clear pussy-juice spraying across a waiting tongue, followed by a splattering spray of cunt-ejaculate filling the welcome receptacle of a willing mouth.

"Gaaaaa!" she gulped, trying not to loose the slippery prize. Gaaggaaa!" Warm pussy cum surged over her pink tongue in a wave, and she swallowed only after it completely filled her mouth.

"Swallow it!" hissed Kate, holding Venessa's hair, a lascivious grin on her sex-reddened face. "Swallow all of it, you cunt-licker! Nice job, you hot little exhibitionist whore!" she teased, spanking Venessa's clit with palm, getting even with her for the early-morning spanking in the bathroom. "Did you enjoy that, bitch? Did you get enough cum to satisfy you, you cum-sucking little whore? We aught-a punish you for being such a nasty cum-sucking whore! We aught-a make you pay for that pleasure! Help me, Gita. Pull her off his cock. Shove your cock up her arsehole, Mark. Make the little bitch squeal!"

Mark sighed and shook his head.

"I got-a rest a second, baby. I can't keep it hard. I can't keep up with you girls!"

"Well, you did that real good," Kate sighed, pleased with Venessa's sexual performance and her own orgasmic high. "Very nice!"

She looked at Mark who was panting like a dog.

"Did you enjoy that, baby?" she cooed. "Did this nasty waitress slut suck you off as good as you hoped? Did she make you cum hard in her little cunt?"

Rolling eyes upward, he nodded.

"Yeah, but now I got-a piss like a race-horse," he laughed. "Let me up. I can't wait!"

"Really?" Venessa grinned, mischievously. "Let me watch! Come in the bathroom, girls . . . come on!"

They all ran for the toilet but Venessa pulled Kate into the shower instead, stripping the blonde's skirt and blouse off on the way.

"In here," Venessa giggled, now domineering. "Come over here, Mark!"

Standing in the open shower door, a look of curiosity crossed Mark's face. Both dressed nearly identically, Venessa was holding Kate from behind.

"Pee on us," giggled the playful waitress, slipping to her knees, pulling Kate down to the ceramic tiled shower floor by long blonde hair, each giggling and wrestling with the other. "Piss on us! I'm going to make this blonde slut drink your piss!"

Mark couldn't wait a second longer, a powerful stream of bright-yellow urine hosing from his half-hard cock before Venessa could grab his manhood. Capturing the piss-hose, she directed its golden shower over Kate's satin panties and swollen-nipple tipped breasts, piss splashing shower-like across delectably edible curves. Using his cock like a hose, she showered Kate with warm urine, grabbing her by her hair and holding her open mouth and face under the hot river before Kate aimed the diminishing flow at her. Thoroughly soaked, reeking like a men's restroom, the girls rolled on the floor bathed in piss, sucking and tongue-fucking each other until they were screaming like teenagers at a rock concert.

"You fucking bitch piss-drinking whore, make me cum again!" Kate squealed, grabbing Venessa's urine-drenched auburn ringlets. "I'm gonna squirt pussy juice right in your fucking mouth, you nasty arse-licking lesbian cock-sucking whore slut bitch!"

That tirade made her burst into giggles.

"Lick my arse, slut!" laughed Venessa, matching Kate's silly act. "You piss-licker, you planned this, didn't you? You're a real hot cunt, Kate! Eat my arse again until you make me cum, you cunt-slut arse-sucking whore! Stick your tongue up hot slippery arsehole! You bitch! You want it, cunt! Lick my arsehole, you little fucking closet lesbian! Finger-fuck yourself good and maybe I'll let you drink my piss!"

Gita and Mark, reddened from the erotic spectacle taking place, barely noticed the other. Continuing their lesbian orgy on the urine-dank floor, the girls each brought the other to earth-shattering orgasms. Over and over, Kate masturbated madly as Venessa straddled her mouth, her tongue deep in young waitress' delicious pussy. Mark felt his cheeks burning, when, moaning uncontrollably, Venessa let go and pissed for well over a minute. Urine overflowed her swollen lips as Kate let the gorgeous redhead empty a full bladder directly into her mouth.

On her knees in a second, Gita started sucking Mark's cock as she watched the two girls in the shower, licking-off the thick wads of cunt-cream covering his groin and balls. Finally exhausted, lingerie a twisted mess, make-up smeared to the point they looked like they'd been in a fight, tears in their eyes, the girls on the floor gave up and began laughing.

"We're so weird!" giggled Kate after swallowing a mouthful of pee, unable to control erotic run-away silliness. "Are we weird, or what? Someone should-a filmed that! How was that a little drama an' acting? We could-a made a million bucks!"

Holding Venessa in her arms, she kissed the sensual beauty passionately, moaning against her swollen mouth as she sucked the wide pink tongue. Mark looked down at Gita; Gita up at him . . . and they began laughing, too, the kinky twist to the morning fun dissolving into total hilarity.

Under warm shower spray, scrubbing and rinsing, shaving and soothing, kissing, fondling and hugging, they helped Venessa balance as she straddled Kate on the shower floor, squatting on her mouth. Her tongue invaded her grateful anus and cunt, and she gifted her with a juicy orgasm. She sucked-out her pretty arse, making her cum five or six times on a talented tongue. Then, tongue-teasing her sensitive sex pearl, she brought her to climax again as Mark and Gita tended mouth and nipples with theirs. The redhead had to beg for mercy before they were willing to rest. After drying, they coaxed her back into the bedroom and Mark onto the chair. Sprawled on the bed, Kate basked in afterglow of morning excitement.

"Breakfast?" asked Gita. "I'm starved."

"I'm full," Venessa giggled, winking at Mark. "You two go eat and I'll say here and guard Mark."

Mark was laughing so hard he couldn't talk, so Gita took advantage of the moment, fellating him to rigid hardness.

"If I don't get breakfast, I at least get dessert!" she giggled, swallowing cock to balls.

Kate sat up and looked at Venessa and nodded in Mark's direction.

"Remember our deal?"

Venessa blushed and hid her face in her hands.

"Gita, make sure his cock is good an' hard and well lubed with saliva."

Kate got off the bed and took Venessa's hand.

"Turn around and bend over; spread those pretty cheeks."

Venessa did, and surrendering Mark's cock, Gita licked and sucked the tiny anal pale pucker until it was bathed with a thick gloss of saliva.

"Sit here," she glowed, pulling Venessa to Mark and making her straddle his legs, holding his rampant manhood against the waitress' virgin anus as the girl tried to sit. "Sit!" she giggled, forcing her legs wider open. "Not up your sweet little cunt this time."

Mark helped Venessa balance as she tried to sit. Exotic Gita began licking the inside of the redhead's open pink cunt, spreading the glossed labia and exposing the swollen clit. Venessa winced as the first inch of Mark's cock suddenly slipped past her virgin anal sphincter.

"Wait! He's way too big to go in there . . . "

"Sit all the way down on it," purred Kate, finger-fucking herself up the arse as she watched her boyfriend's saliva-covered cock slowly disappearing up the sensuous young girl's snug arsehole.

"God!" gasped Venessa, green eyes wide. "It's so HUGE!"

"Fuck," hissed Mark, thrusting up and flexing, "I've wanted to fuck you up your arse ever since I saw it!"

Pinching both long swollen pink nipples, he pulled her down while thrusting up, almost burying the shaft up her virgin arse to his balls.

"God!" Venessa gasped again, open pink cunt spraying over Gita's tongue as the girl sucked the pink swollen pearl. "It hurts so good I can't stand it! Oh, my GOD! Is it all the way in me? I HOPE so . . . I can't take any more! Your cock is just HUGE, Mark! It feels like it's going to come out my mouth!"

"Another two inches," hissed Mark, thrusting.

Soon Venessa was bouncing up and down, feet flat on the floor, emerald eyes a blazing wild-fire, firm tits and long pink nipples betraying the height of her lusty excitement.

"Oh, you nasty man . . . you lovely nasty, nasty man! You make all the girls so naughty! You make us want you cock up our arse! Oh, Mark . . . fuck my hot little arse! This is so intense! You're the first man to ever fuck me up my arse!"

"Then I'm the first to ever cum in it," he gasped, gritting jaw and shuddering as he blew a humongous warm load up her no longer virgin arse!

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, cunt squirting like a hose, "I can feel all that hot cum going right up my arse! You nasty man! You're coming up my arse! I couldn't do this too often . . . but it DOES hurt GOOD!"

Kate was nearly out of her mind with excitement, coming so hard she almost fainted; three fingers up her arse as she watched her sweetheart bugger the pretty redheaded bisexual waitress. Thrilled past climax, she was already fantasizing new games to have her boyfriend act out, already burning with desire to swallow more of Paco's thick youthful semen.

Gasping for breath, sighing, quivering, Mark's head fell back against the chair, silly grin on his face. Struggling to get to her feet, Kate kissed Venessa for long sweaty moments as the girl squirmed on the end of the man's long shaft, coming in Gita's mouth as the exotic beauty sucked her still-gushing cunt. When she finally pulled Venessa to a standing position, she actually heard Mark's still-firm erection pop from that cum-oozing anus.

"Oh, my God, Kate! I almost can't stand. That was too intense. It felt like nothing I've ever known. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop." Using three fingers, she was trying to keep cum from running down the inside of her legs. "God, my poor little arse. I can't do this again for weeks!"

"Half-time," giggled Kate. "Intermission entertainment. Today, we have the all-girl licking band, led by Ms. Gita Tongue! Gita is gonna perform on the world's oldest instrument; the skin flute, playing the 'Star Spangled Banana', followed by her spicy rendition of, 'Licking Lezzie Assholes!'"

After sucking Mark's cum-covered cock, Gita pulled Venessa back to the disheveled bed.

"Are you ready?" giggled Kate, kissing Gita's mouth to get a taste of her lover's cock. "Come on, you little whore. Lick our assholes while we lay on the bed."

Pulling her closer, Kate spanked Gita's firm arse as she sucked the girl's beautiful nipples, making each so swollen, Gita was delerious.

"Eat our assholes, slut! Show us what you learned in Mumbai."

Venessa was all for more thrills as she lay on the bed, waiting for Gita to spread her open as a book and work her tongue into her little just-buggered rosebud. Kate was getting hers sucked while watching that stretched pink tube oozing Mark's colossal load of cum.

"Ooooo, that feels so good! Lick me good, Gita. God, your tongue feels so good in my arse! Do you like eating arse after it's been fucked?"

"I ADORE it!" mumbled Gita.

"Well, I bet Mark does, too. Venessa wanted him to eat her out, remember? Remember our deal? Go ahead, Venessa. You can sit on Mark mouth now."

Face ablaze with excitement, and almost faint with lust, Gita straddled Mark's face.

"I sucked you good, didn't I? I want this, Mark. Do me, now. I want you to lick my arse!"

Up to their game, he began sucking the pretty redhead's semen-oozing tube.

"Mmmmmm, squeeze it out an' I'll swallow it," he whispered, screwing his tongue up her smooth arse like a cork, senses flooded with the heady redolence of his semen and her spasming anus.

Soon, down on the floor, all were strung together like an unclasped chain, tongue in arse, tongue in arse, tongue deep up arse. Mark was still getting lots of warm semen from the young waitress' open pink tube.

"Hey," he chuckled. "Enough is enough. No one gets another drop until after I get a square meal. Let's get dressed and get out-a here. You've created another mess for the housekeeper. She's going to earn her pay this week."

Flying through the lobby, the crew disrupted traffic, caused patrons to stare in their favourite feeding place, and enjoyed every second of their fun-filled day.

It was Pilar's voice. Paco wasn't surprised, the call coming just as predicted.

"Hi. So how's the vacation? Nice not havin' to come to work, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she giggled, "but I was wondering . . . remember what you were asking; about wanting to watch me with a girl? I want to get together with you again, Paco, but you said I'd have to 'do it' with a girl. Have you asked her?"

He waited a second before answering.

"Oh, yeah . . . either one of those girls are willin'. How about you? Still interested?"

He could sense her interest even before she spoke. Maybe it was the sound of her breathing.

"You actually asked her?" she giggled. "She said 'yes'?"

"Un huh," he answered. "So . . . are you ready to do it?"

Pilar's breathing was definitely audible.

"Are they still registered guests?"

He looked at the register on the VGA monitor, pleased to see they hadn't checked out.

"Still here," he grinned.

"So . . . how were you going to arrange it?" she asked, soft voice betraying excitement. "Am I supposed to come over there, or what?"

Rocking his chair, Paco mulled-over possibilities presenting themselves to an over-active sexual imagination. There was the problem of the boyfriend. What could he say to get the girls away for awhile, and where? His apartment? Pilar's? No, that wouldn't work. She still lived with her mother.

"Gimme your number an' I'll call you back later . . . but don't make any plans for tonight."

"Are you horny, Paco?" giggled Pilar. "You want to get together tonight? That's fine with me. I'll call back in awhile, okay? That's best. My mom's really strange about guys calling me here. Okay?"

"Make it about an hour," he grinned. "I'll be here."

Hanging up, he left his desk and walked out to the reception counter. Katherine was back from vacation and on the phone so he browsed through the phone message book. When Katherine hung up, he cleared his throat.

"Have you seen the guests from 510? A blonde and a shorter brunette . . . a guy about my height, but real tan and long hair?"

Katherine paused before a look registered recall.

"Oh, yes, I remember him. I saw them leaving over an hour ago with Venessa. Maybe they were going to breakfast."

Paco considered the news.

"Let me know when they return, will you? I have a message for the brunette . . . Gita . . . I should deliver it personally."

Katherine smiled and nodded. Remembering Gita's figure, she had an inkling of what kind of a message he wanted to deliver. Turning on one heel, Paco walked back to his office. He hadn't worked for more than a half hour when the phone rang again. It was Katherine.

"They just returned. Gita's here at the desk. Do you want to speak with her on the phone?"

"Ah . . . no, I'll be there in a second."

Hanging-up, he locked his office before heading for the lobby. Gita was waiting in the arched doorway to the pool. Kate and her boyfriend were nowhere in sight so he assumed they'd returned to their room. Seeing him approaching, Gita gave him a big smile.

"Good morning, Paco. You have a message for me?"

He nodded, glancing back at the desk. Katherine was watching.

"Let's step outside," he said, opening the door to the lanai.

Only two guests had come down to swim and the place seemed strangely deserted.

"So," he grinned, eyes licking her curvaceous figure, "remember what we were talkin' about yesterday? About Pilar an' everything?"

Gita nodded, twinkle in dark eyes.

"Well, she just called. So, can we get together?"

"Just the three of us?" Gita smiled, twisting seductively. "Would you consider a larger group? Maybe six? It would be very exciting, Paco. What do you think?"

"Like, who?" he asked, wondering what he was getting himself into. "Kate an' her boyfriend . . . who else?"

"Venessa?" Gita smiled, pleased at the expression on the boy's face. "She's interested in getting to know you better after I told her about what you and Kate and I did in your office. She has a beautiful place, Paco. Real close, too. Within walking distance."

Shuffling his toe, he considered the idea.

"Tonight?" he asked, ears burning.

"Un huh!" Gita sensed his eagerness. "It'll have to be tonight. Mark and Kate are leaving tomorrow afternoon. I'm leaving, too. Looks like it's tonight or never; and Paco; you have to get together with Venessa and Pilar before we leave. Don't ask why. By now I'm sure you trust my judgment."

Paco's movie-mind was projecting vivid pictures of Pilar and Venessa together, his cock hardening immediately as he imagined that possible scenario. Ever since meeting her he'd fantasized about fucking the redhead's sweet little arse but had lacked the guts to tell her.

"Okay . . . so it's tonight. I'll get Pilar to meet me when I get off work. You know what I want. I want-a see her go down on you. I want-a see her lickin' your arsehole while I'm fuckin' hers! I want to see her tongue goin' up your arse! That'd make my dick real hard! I want-a see up real close! I want-a see the chick's tongue goin' up your arse. You seen her tongue? She can stick it out this far," he grinned, demonstrating with his hand, "Fuck; I sure hope Kate let's me fuck her up the arse again! I want Pilar to suck it out!"

Gita smiled sweetly, as if discussing the weather.

"She will. Kate wants you to fuck her up her arse again, too, Paco . . . and knowing Mark as I do, he'll want to fuck Pilar up hers. Is that all right with you?"

Nodding agreeably, Paco actually liked the idea of the trade.

"Mark had two orgasms this morning, but I'm sure he'll be good for two more tonight. Be honest, Paco. How many can you have?"

Grinning, but not wanting to brag, Paco hedged his response.

"Three . . . " he grinned, "maybe four."

"Mmmmmmm, I love it. The joys of being young. Dear boy, don't play with yourself during the day no matter how horny you feel. Save it for tonight, Paco. I'll give you directions after I talk with Venessa."

When she turned for the elevator, Paco went back to his office. The pile of paper-work wasn't going to get done by itself. His phone rang again and thinking it was Pilar, he grabbed the receiver.

"So, how about tonight?"

It was Gita.

"That's why I'm calling, Paco. Are you getting a little anxious? Just teasing! Listen, I just spoke with Venessa and she said tonight would be perfect! She has tomorrow off, too, so the girls can sleep-in. Is that going to work for you?"

"For sure. Gimme directions."

When Gita handed over the phone, Venessa gave Paco the details.

"I'm looking forward to getting together, Paco," she glowed, remembering what Gita had told her. "Gita described what you had in mind. Pilar will adore it! What good fun we'll have! We'll do a buffet, so don't worry about dinner. The two of you should wear something fun tonight; a costume; dress for the occasion. See you at seven."

When she hung up, Paco's cock was as hard as rock, making him distract himself with work to keep from thinking about the party. When Pilar's call came, he told her how he expected her to dress and where to meet. Properly submissive, she promised to remain so, which aroused him even more.

"Look, if you want-a suck my dick, you're gonna lick all those girl's assholes, Pilar . . . so I can see you do it. I want-a watch you stick that long tongue-a yours right up each of those girl's assholes and cunts! Know where I'm gonna cum? You're gonna suck a big load-a my cum out of that Kate's pretty arsehole . . . maybe even two loads. Understand?"

"I'll do anything, Paco!" she replied, submissively. "Anything you ask me to do! God, Paco, if you shoot a load in it, I'll put my tongue anywhere!"

That made him smile. Locking his office, he went to lunch. Food was not only a distraction. He knew he'd need the energy.

Pilar was still sitting with her hand on the phone. Sex sure is fun, she thought, acknowledging her early and well-developed sexuality. Paco is so funny! I could make him do anything if I wanted! He's just like all the other boys! All I have to do is get down on my knees! Golly, what a great vacation! Missing it like some girls need chocolate, she was unconsciously licking her lips, almost salivating at the thought of getting another big warm mouthful of delicious semen.

Sex wasn't fun for Todd. His world was much different than Pilar's. He waited in the front room while Mr. Scott finished in the bath. Todd could still taste semen and the scent clung to his breath like stale cheese. He didn't like it. Not as much as some of the others boys did, though he liked the way one youth tasted, another run-away from somewhere in Iowa. He'd willingly sucked that boy off three times. Mr. Scott tasted like stale whisky and something worse, but Todd couldn't and didn't want to think about it. There weren't many guests around the pool and he was hoping to see the girl Mr. Scott had been spying on, planning to warn her about what the fat-man wanted to do. Though he hadn't been allowed to go outside or swim, he'd watched the girls while the fat-man had been at the pool. He'd watched with something akin to despair, cock so hard, he'd jacked-off twice.

I wish I knew what it was like with one of them . . . what they taste like, he'd thought.

He'd fantasized about heterosexual sex. He'd tried to have sex with one of Amand's young girls but Amand had caught them just seconds before they did it, the girl with her skirt up and panties down and him with his dick sticking out of his pants. Amand had beat him up badly, then buggered him for an hour before making him suck him off while the frightened girl watched.

"The kid's a queer," he'd sneered at the girl, slapping her face after zipping-up his pants.

The girl had disappeared the next day and Todd never asked questions. A strange noise from the bathroom broke his reflections and he quietly waited for some new demand for him to perform some demeaning act, praying his arse was safe for at least an hour. All he could hear was the sound of running water.

Fifteen minutes later, he tapped lightly on the bathroom door. There was no response, just the sound of running water. The door was locked when he tried to open it so he went back to the bedside table and got his plastic toothpick. Pressing it into the small hole in the latch released the lock. Though the fan was on, the room was full of steam.

"Mr. Scott?" he called, tentatively.

Just the sound of the shower. He went around the marble-tiled corner to the entrance of the shower. The fat-man lay on the floor face down, one arm extended grotesquely as though reaching for something just out of reach. Todd stared, holding his breath, a strange nameless sensation rising in his chest, light-headed and almost dizzy. The fat-man didn't move. When he started seeing tiny flashes of light, Todd began breathing again, grabbing the wall to keep from falling, fighting to keep from loosing consciousness. Stunned, his mind went through the list of people who knew the fat-man: Amand, Douglas, George and the others. Then he thought about how many knew him . . . even knew his real name? None of them, he thought. Leaving the shower running, he took his toothbrush from the sink. He went back to the bedroom and stuffed his clothes into the old black canvas bag he'd arrived with and surveyed the room. His bed was made but Mr. Scott's wasn't. Mr. Scott's clothes were still on the floor, the open bottle of Scotch still on the bedside table. On the chair, half under a flowered silk shirt was the large black leather fanny-pack. Mr. Scott's Rolex and wallet were on the bed. Shuddering like he'd been standing in ice water, he walked around the bed and picked up the leather bag, its weight making him shiver again. He took a deep breath, then opened the zipper and stared at the thick wad of bills, a stack over four inches thick. Zipping it closed, he fastened it around him and pulled on the adjustable belt, taking in over twenty inches of slack before the bag stayed up at his waist. He went to the bar and found a knife, and with one motion cut off the spare length and put the remnant in his bag. He left the Rolex and the wallet without touching them. Before leaving, he checked himself in the mirror, shocked at the empty reflection.

"Gary Engles," he said to himself. "Not Todd . . . not anymore, ever."

Still shaky, he went to the bath one last time to look at the fat-man laying on the marble floor. It wasn't worth it, he thought. No amount of money could ever be worth it.

Taking a Coke, from the fridge, and after making sure he'd left no fingerprints anywhere, Gary Engles looked out through the blinds. It was late in the afternoon and only two people were at the pool, backs to his room. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, carefully wiped the inside handle with the white washcloth, closed the door, wiped the outside handle, and put the washcloth inside his baggy shirt. Out on the street alone in a noisy world, Gary Engles was sure no one had seen him leave the hotel or room. Freedom and the sweet sense of relief coming with it were reluctantly testing new ground.

Fuckin running away . . . what a stupid thing that was, he thought, waiting for a light to change. He made himself walk away slowly from the hotel, heading for a part of town not frequented by Amand and his pals. One thing he knew for sure, a very different Gary Engles was going back home.

Even at six forty-five Venessa's apartment was still bathed in light; culinary aromas wafting through its rooms, everyone's taste-buds anticipating her specially prepared snacks. Covered with white linen, only draped table edges were visible now that it was loaded down with plates, serving-bowls, dishes, south-western and Asian specialties. Gita came out of the kitchen with three bottles of red wine and set them next to three bottles of white, open and nestled in a bed of ice. Opening the reds, she left corks next to each bottle.

"Anything else?" she called, her question directed toward the kitchen.

"That's everything," answered Venessa. "Pour yourselves some wine. There's a case of each."

Followed by Kate, Mark came into the dining room, both appearing relaxed and comfortable in white casuals. Dressed for the heat, Kate was wearing a short white Lycra-spandex stretch-skirt with scalloped lace hem, a white lace cotton halter top and Roman style ankle strap sandals with sexy four inch heels.

Barefoot, Mark still stood three inches taller than his statuesque girlfriend. She'd braided his long hair back and had talked him into letting her add a small line of Kohl to his eyelids, her sales-pitch requiring Gita and Venessa's encouragement before he'd finally agreed. So dark he looked Gypsy, the image stirred all three girl's already simmering hormones.

Kate's silver jewelry was a combination of earrings, bangles and necklaces. Collected as her interest in ethnic jewelry grew, she wore objects from Africa, India and Nepal. Her choice in make-up was appropriate: shocking-pink no-smear lipstick advertising her growing appetite for oral gratification. Sultry blue-green eyes were enhanced by soft emerald-grey shadows, eyelids lined with heavier applications of Kohl. Tonight, she'd combed her thick blonde hair down from hundreds of strands Gita had so patiently braided that morning. Now, shimmering ringlets of gold were tied back with an elastic ring, soft spiral curls at each side of her stunning face just in front of seashell ears. Everyone said so. Kate was absolutely number ten model-gorgeous.

Dressed like a Mumbai nightclub girl, Gita was equally stunning. A short split red/orange Indian silk skirt that, when parted, showcased flawless leg all the way up to the crotch of her red satin thong. A fitted low-cut top accentuated the exotic female's high proud-nippled tits. Midnight-jet hair was pulled back tightly on top of her head in pony tail. She'd found the red spike-heels in India on a shopping spree with Asia. Tonight, she'd chosen a fire-engine red lipstick, painting full lips like a whore, lips glossed and lined with a sprinkle of gold. Indian jewelry covered slender graceful fingers, sparkling sapphires, rubies and diamonds. Her fingernails were painted to match lipstick. That petite body glowed with a light coating of almond oil scented with night-blooming jasmine, and a flamboyant white orchid was pinned in jet-black hair.

Little 'French Maid', Venessa, had created her costume, sewing white lace to a black crushed-velvet dress she'd found at Saint Vincent de Paul's. After cutting the dress shorter, she'd taken it in, fitting the bodice snugly under firm breasts and shaping the neckline to show-off enticing cleavage. Shortening the sleeves, she'd sewn white lace at each cuff, the front of the bodice and the bottom edge of a now very short hem. Underneath. Ah, yes, underneath that sexy little dress, under white lace and black crushed-velvet, dancer's legs tapered-up gracefully from black patent-leather spike-heel pumps, encased in black fish-net thigh-highs stretched higher by a brief black satin garter-belt. Whenever she leaned over, a white lace half-bra lifted her delightful breasts until they nearly popped from the low-scooped bodice. Those half exposed conical pink nipples were begging for kisses. Of course that bending over posture revealed her favourite style of skintight panties, skimpy white satin to match the bra. She'd pulled her long hair up on top of head with a black elastic tie. Twisted locks spilled down behind her in a savage tangle of red curls. Dark-blue eye make-up with midnight-blue mascara accentuated magical green cat-like eyes, eyes promising very naughty very submissive service to anyone asking. Promising even more salacious pleasures, deep Porsche-red lipstick left little doubt about what she had in mind.

Next to her, Gita had just poured four glasses of Merlot, and they toasted each other near the large picture-window. Looking down the walkway, Venessa spotted more guests.

"That looks like Paco. It is. He must be waiting for Pilar to lock her car. Yes. Here they come now. I'll pour more wine."

Letting them in, she played the part of French Maid to a T, her accent so good everyone was sure that she really spoke French.

"Sorry we're late," shrugged Paco. "Some fat dude bought the farm in his shower this morning. No one found him 'til this afternoon. The cops hung around for hours askin' questions. Guess the dude was drinkin' too much an' fell in the shower. Had to get our maintenance guy in to clean-up after the cops and the coroner left."

"Really?" probed Kate. "Not that fat-man who was always out at the pool?"

"Yeah . . . that was him," nodded Paco. "He checked in the same day you did. Said he was alone, but he sure had lots-a visitors. Guess no one was there when he bit it."

"Too bad," said Gita, "but he was kind of a scary kind of guy, if you know what I mean? The way he stared?"

Paco just nodded and grinned. In tight-fitting faded jeans, an 'Iron Maiden' T-shirt and black army boots, his sleeveless shirt exposed a series of convoluted tattoos: a voluptuous naked nymphet struggling with an awesome dragon on one shoulder; biceps girdled with dark interwoven bands of some ethnic design. Obscenely detailed, four nearly-nude girls wearing skimpy thongs hugged each forearm, two on each, girls entangled in oral sexual pleasures. Paco had paid dearly for body-art he had to keep hidden at work.

Pilar's high school 'Valley Girl' costume was too good for words. Jet-black eye liner, blood-red lipstick and red vinyl micro-skirt did the trick, a show stopper so short it wasn't necessary for her to bend over for someone to see skimpy electric-pink panties. She made sure everyone saw them, panties so tight, that at first glance, it looked like she'd painted her tasty little crotch pink! Without a bra, her hard nipples were quite visible through a short cotton halter-top featuring an air-brush rendering of "The Sluts". The bottom edge was held enticingly away from a flat little tummy by perfect 'high on her chest' delicious apple-firm breasts. Red and white lace ankle-socks accented the tops of red high-heel sneakers; red 'not quite' thigh-high stockings were held-up snugly by red garters, four thin red bands at each thigh ending somewhere just out of sight around her baby-doll waist. Spitting out gum into her hand like some biker-chick, Pilar took the offered wine from the hostess.

"Like, bomb," she beamed, ringing crystal edges with guests before taking a drink. "Oh, my Gawd! Like, I totally love your house!" Limp-wristed, she gushed at Venessa, doing a perfect shopping mall routine. "Like, thanks for inviting me up! Like, I've been always wanting to get to know you better, like, ever since I came to work at the hotel? But everyone goes, I'm so totally shy about speaking up?"

Putting arm around Pilar's tiny waist, Venessa gave her a hug, nearly lifting the bitsy girl's feet off the floor. Both laughed as Venessa put her back on her feet.

"From the looks of your outfit that's all you're shy about. You're so tiny, Pilar. I hope my hug didn't hurt you."

Blushing red as her vinyl skirt, Pilar shook her head. Behind her, Paco was already looking at pictures on the wall. Mark was pouring more wine. Kate excused herself and went to the powder-room, Gita in tow.

"What a totally cute costume," Pilar gushed, struck again by Venessa's alluring figure. "Oh, my Gawd, you look like, totally awesomely pretty! How do I look?"

"Like you need a shopping mall behind you!" Venessa teased, petting the sexy little girl's very hard buns, something she'd wanted to do ever since meeting her. "You're stunning, Pilar. I was only teasing. If I didn't know better, I'd say Paco kidnapped you straight from the Valley!"

Venessa's remarks made Paco laugh, and he turned to watch the two chatting females. Noting he had none, Mark offered him a glass of wine.

"Hey, like, thanks, dude, but I think I'll have some suds," he grinned. "I'm not much on the grape . . . "

Before he could move toward the frig, Venessa had the beer in hand.

"Let me be of service to you, sir," she smiled, demurely, offering the chilled bottle. "It's my pleasure and duty, sir. I'm here to service your needs. 'All' of them. Your wish is my command."

Checking-out the costume, Paco nodded, smirked and raised a brow, amused by his co-worker's efforts to entertain. When the girls returned from the powder room Mark was already browsing at the table. Venessa and Pilar were chatting about the 'gallery'. Pilar had filled her in on her afternoon 'games' in Paco's office and now Venessa was anxiously awaiting the opportunity to direct the young man's attention to her paintings and photos. He'd been examining each picture with undisguised interest while nursing an ice cold beer. On his way up the staircase, she caught his eye.

"Look around up there," she smiled. "There are pictures in all of the rooms. Make yourself at home."

He did just that, stiffer by the minute as he moved from picture to picture. Seated on a couch, Pilar had found the portfolio on the coffee-table and was working her way through pictures, wide-set pale-blue eyes registering intense interest in the subject matter, and a tongue that couldn't stop moistening her pretty lips. Back from the powder room after thoroughly discussing the fat-man's demise, Gita and Kate noticed that Mark had joined Pilar, the two sharing pictures with whispers and an occasionally raised eyebrow.

Pretending that this was his first visit, Mark made the rounds with the girls when they'd first arrived. They'd taken him to their favourites, pointing out pictures they liked best.

Back downstairs, and trying unsuccessfully to hide his 'growing' condition, Paco plopped-down on the couch next to Venessa.

"You got some real sweet pictures, Venessa. Jeez, I didn't know you were into this kind-a stuff." She pretended to be modest when he put his hand on her thigh. "You like sex videos?" He was doing his best to be cool while eyeing fish-net stocking clad legs. "I've seen a couple that were sort-a like some-a your pictures. So, you like kinky sex?"

Smiling modestly, Venessa nodded.

"Yes sir!" she smiled, flexing long legs as his fingers roamed over a warm fish-net clad thigh. "I've even made two videos, sir. Perhaps you'd enjoy seeing them sometime?"

"Like, you were ,in them"

"I created, directed and filmed them, sir." she smiled, giving him a new level of appreciation for his co-worker.

Over-hearing Venessa's remark, Pilar looked up, glancing at Kate and Gita to see what they were doing. Kate waived and Gita smiled.

"Our 'Valley Girl' looks like she's getting turned-on," whispered Kate, panties already wet. "Mark does, too. God, all this sexy art-work is making me so hot."

Not wanting to miss a thing if he turned a page, Pilar's attention returned to the pictures. On the opposite couch, eyes stealing glances down the front of her low-cut bodice, Paco was still chatting with Venessa, his hand on her bouncing thigh.

Gently elbowing Gita again, Kate directed her attention to Paco.

"Did you notice he's got a hard-on?" she whispered. "You know what I'm thinking."

Gita nodded. That fact wasn't lost on Venessa, either. Getting up, she changed music, selecting a disk a friend had mastered in his studio, a gift he'd multi-tracked, adding slow-driving Reggae over a sound track he'd arranged with a girl who did voice sex-tapes. Subliminal messages were being delivered, subtle suggestions and invitations to engage in sexual activity Venessa enjoyed most. She'd approved the script and the girl's voice prior to recording, and now had to listen more than closely to even hear words she knew were there. She'd never been able to listen to the entire disk without masturbating, often making a private production of the act, multiple-orgasms relished with candle-light and -wine. Turning-up the volume slightly, she returned to Paco's side.

"Do you enjoy Reggae?" she smiled after the first piece ended. "This is one of my favourites."

Paco nodded, squirming slightly to the beat, snapping fingers in time to the music.

"Yeah, like, this one's tight. I don't like all the Reggae shit I hear most-the time, but yeah, this one's all right!"

"It makes me feel . . . very submissive, Venessa smiled, teasing from under long eyelashes, deep breaths making perfect breasts rise and fall, swollen nipples no longer hidden by white lace. "Can I get you another beer, sir?"

In spite of trying to be cool, Paco blushed and nodded, obviously aroused by her costumed-figure and assuredly by the sex messages being delivered just under the edge of his conscious mind. Rising, then returning with an ice cold beer, Venessa curtsied low as she handed him the frosty bottle. He focused on the full swell of her upper-breasts and 'two-bit size' dusky-pink areoles, half-inch long nipples peeking over the edge of her bodice as she knelt at his knees. Glancing up from under long black lashes at the bulge in his pants, she focused on a hard-on tight jeans couldn't hide.

"Is there anything else, sir?" she breathed, sensuously licking voluptuous red lips, staring directly at the lad's swollen crotch.

Paco was squirming. He looked over at Pilar, but she and Mark were tight into the portfolio; Kate and Gita were giggling together, oblivious to anything else. He looked back at Venessa and swallowed twice before attempting to answer her question.

"Jeez," he cleared his throat again, "sure is hot tonight. Too hot to eat much. Yer food smells great, but . . . jeez, guess I'm more thirsty than hungry."

Glancing back at Pilar, he was shocked to see her hand between Mark's thighs. No fuckin' wonder, he thought, Christ! One-a his is between hers! Fuck; he's feelin' her up!

Pilar had spread legs that gave all the boys 'Woodies' to make room for his dark masculine hand. Whispering conspiratorially about some picture they'd found, Mark was caressing the inviting pink apex of her wide-spread stocking-covered thighs. Pilar's face was as pink as her panties as she examined each picture, narrow hips flexing in rhythm to Reggae beat. Mark's hand was moving in harmony with her hips and it was obvious she was on the verge of a climax.

Paco's attention shifted back to Venessa who'd settled next to him on the couch, fish-net stocking-covered legs splayed wide, short lace-bottomed velvet dress carelessly allowing a glossy white expanse of satin Spandex covered crotch to show between parted thighs. Leaning back, head resting on his shoulder, her eyes were closed as she listened to the Reggae beat, hips flexing like Pilar's, broad tongue flicking in and out of her outrageously-painted mouth. Bodice top unbuttoned, the full curve of her breasts overfilled the white stretch-fabric half-bra, most of the firm orbs and hardened pink nipples now exposed to his lust-filled gaze. Paco couldn't think. His cock was so swollen it almost hurt. Tipping her face up, Venessa opened those large green eyes, one hand coming to rest high on his thigh.

"I'm sorry. I was listening to the music. Did you say something, sir?" she whispered, licking ripe red lips.

Paco cleared his throat twice although he couldn't clear his head, eyes on the beautiful sight sitting next to him, moving from her glossy white crotch to her very swollen pale-pink nipples.

"Ah, no; I . . . "

Blushing modestly, Venessa squeezed his thigh, carmine lips close to his, big green eyes twinkling invitingly.

"Excuse me sir, but I thought you asked me to suck you. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part. I hope I'm not being too forward, but of course that's what I'm here for. To service ALL of your needs. To please you, sir. Would you like me to suck you off? Don't be shy or embarrassed. If you're aroused and want to satisfy your lust, think of my mouth as a place to shoot your delicious semen! You shouldn't be concerned about pleasing me. I'm only here to please you. I'm sure you'd enjoy coming in my mouth; wouldn't you, sir? When told, I'm a maid who always swallows . . . "

Breaking into a sweat, Paco looked back at Pilar who hadn't heard a word they'd said. Why? The tiny girl was having an orgasm, and Mark was certainly responsible. Masturbating madly while Mark fondled long pink impudent nipples under the front of her tank-top, she seemed fascinated by the picture she was staring at.

Putting her hand over the swelling in the front of Paco's jeans, Venessa continued to rub the more than obvious bulge.

"You're very well endowed. What a handsome erection. I'd be happy to perform fellatio for your pleasure." she smiled, submissively. "May I open your pants and suck you off? You must have a very large erection, but I'm sure I can take you all the way down my throat. Men have trained me well. You might have to push down on the back of my head but I'm sure you could make me deep-throat your manly erection. That's what you want, isn't it, sir? To ejaculate in my mouth? Does that thought please you, sir? Just like the pictures you were looking at in the upstairs bathroom. You liked them, didn't you, sir? It must have been obvious that I'm more than willing to perform fellatio and swallow men's cum. Men enjoy watching me take their cum on my tongue . . . watching me swallow the semen after they've filled my mouth. I'd be pleased if you'd let me swallow yours. You'll enjoy shooting-off deep in the back of my throat."

Trying to get his cock out, Paco almost tore-open the front of his pants. Venessa helped by getting down and removing his boots so she could pull-off his jeans. The move got Pilar's attention. She'd had two orgasms by the time the redhead had her date's pants off, and Mark had already pulled her tiny top off over her head. While masturbating, she'd let him suckle her long hardening nipples but now he was down on his knees between her stocking-covered legs, sucking her smoothly-shaved tiny-lipped twat right through the pink satin crotch of her panties. Watching Venessa stripping her date naked made Pilar orgasm against Mark's swabbing tongue. Paco's cock was so hard it looked like it was twelve inches long, not ten. Crowding closer, Gita and Kate watched Venessa as she shed and folded the velvet dress. Catching her breath, Pilar put her hand on top of Mark's head.

"Mark! Look!" she whispered, mussing his hair as he licked her swollen clit. "Like, look at what Venessa's doing!"

Looking up, he saw lingerie-clad Venessa going down. Down and down, until the entire length of Paco's cock was buried in her pliable throat. All restraint vanquished, unable to wait, Mark unbuttoned the front of his slacks and kicked them off. Pilar hurriedly unbuttoned the front of his shirt. When she saw his erection standing impatiently against his tan rock-hard abs, she nearly fainted with joy. Looking at each other for only a second, she had no doubt he'd enjoy what she was eager to do.

"Can I do that to you, too?" she asked, referring to Venessa's obvious talent for fellatio. "Oh, my Gawd! Like, you'll really let me suck you off? You'll let me make you cum in my mouth?"

Like a kid in a candy store, her insatiable mouth was salivating as she licked slutty red lips. Hearing the remark, Kate turned to discover little Pilar sitting on the edge of the couch, holding her boyfriend by the buns as he stood in front of her, stroking her face to Reggae beat. Mark was holding her pony-tail, pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing, the tiny girl taking him to the hilt down her pliable throat. As often as she'd seen girls sucking cock, Kate knew she'd never seen a girl who loved fellatio more than Pilar.

"I'm gonna help her," giggled Kate.

Crawling to Pilar's side, and sitting on the floor between Mark's legs, she took his large balls in her mouth. After a few arousing moments of musically accompanied sucking, Mark pulled Pilar's mouth away from his rampant erection. Lifting her in his arms as Kate took over sucking cock, he lay Pilar over the edge of the couch. Unzipping the back of her red latex skirt, he pulled it down, leaving her in nothing but tiny pink satin thong panties, sexy red garter belt, stockings and heels. Blushing madly, the tiny girl arched her pale-white arse-cheeks up to meet anticipated kisses as he stretched the skintight panties down over very hard, very tight buns. In seconds he was mouthing her little-girl crotch, licking smooth cunt-lips, then his tongue buried in a tiny no-longer virgin tail. Kate glanced at Gita, the two grinning like cats.

"Who do I do?" giggled Gita. "Let me play with you two while Paco gets to know Venessa."

Kneeling beside the couch as Mark spread Pilar's sweet cheeks, Kate watched him screw a finger up the tiny girl's anal-pucker to the knuckle, Pilar chewing hers and mewing like a cat in heat. Kate wormed between them so she could suck cock while her boyfriend finger-fucked the tiny girl's only recently fucked arsehole. Joining in the game, Gita bent over and licked the girl's vulnerable crotch, Mark letting her wiggle her tongue into the tight little pucker while he finger-fucked the little blonde's completely hairless pussy. Pilar was panting, bucking like a wild pony as Gita sucked her entire crotch. When Mark got to his knees between the tiny girl's wide-spread legs, Kate got really excited.

"Oh, yeah!" she breathed, so excited by the idea of watching her boyfriend's cock in such a tiny girl's arse, she was shaking like a car with a flat. "Let me help, Mark. Can you really get it in? Look how tiny and tight she is. That's real tiny little arsehole. Fuck her pussy an' get her real hot, then try fucking her arsehole."

Even though it looked almost obscene, as though he was fucking a child, Kate watched his thick uncircumcised dick spread the smooth little lips of the girl's cunt. True, Mark was a cocks-man, and he knew what girls liked. Those long slow deep strokes followed by rapid thrusts and changes of angle made Pilar cry-out in ecstasy as his cock rubbed her "G" spot. He fucked her for almost five minutes, biting his lower lip to keep from coming too soon as the girl writhed in a state of ongoing orgasm.

"Pull-out, baby! Fuck her little arsehole," urged his blonde girlfriend, pulling her finger out of Pilar's tight arse.

"No . . . " he panted, this feels too good. I'm going to cum . . . "

Pilar was nearly out of her mind with orgasmic pleasure, nipples so swollen, just touching them made her cum. Kate was trying to pull her boyfriend's cock from the little girl's pretty cunt, but the cunt-slippery shaft was pumping a very large load into the tiny girl's slick vagina.

Finally pulling it out, Kate aimed the cum-covered crest at the pucker she'd just been finger-fucking.

"Push real hard . . . can you get it in? She's wet enough . . . keep pushing! God! Look! It's going in! Keep pushing! Can she take it? Make her take every inch up her cute little hole."

He did . . . Pilar screamed, and Kate did, too.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck her sweet little arsehole. Look at that fucking crotch. You got it all the way in her. Let's see. God, Gita, look. LOOK at her arsehole! That's the prettiest little arsehole I've ever seen! She's so tiny. How can such a little girl take such a big fucking cock up her arse? Mark just came in her pretty little pussy!"

"Jesus, Kate! She's got the tightest arse I've ever fucked!" panted Mark, sweating like a man in a steam-bath, stroking the little pucker reflexively, pink flesh clinging to the shaft with each stroke. "My God! She's so tight she's going to make me cum again! Want me to cum up her arse, baby? Want-a see me blow a big one up her little arse?"

"Oh, baby . . . how many times can you cum?" asked Kate, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of such a big cock in such a tiny arse. It was nearly turning the tiny girl inside out.

"I could cum right now!" he laughed. "She almost made me cum in her mouth, and I definitely came in her cunt!"

Kate was still waiting for his answer.

"Twice for sure . . . maybe three times," he grunted, "but if I cum now I could fuck this arsehole for hours! You like this, Pilar? You like hard cock up your hot little arsehole, you cute little slut?"

Pilar looked up, a smile on face erasing any question about the pleasure she was receiving.

"This is only the second time I've had a cock up my butt," she blushed, face almost as red as her garter-belt, "but it does feel good! Aaaaaa OH YEAH! Deeper! I LIKE that! I can feel your balls, against my pussy! Oh, Mark, it's so hot! Oooooo, like, totally stroke my little arsehole, you big hunk! Give me a good arse-fucking!" she giggled, maybe acting, face crimson.

Gita turned to Venessa.

"Bring that young stud over here. Hurry, he may not last much longer."

All for the show, Venessa dragged Paco off the couch, towing him across the room by his cock to where Pilar's head was hanging over the side of the couch. Instantly getting the picture, he stepping closer, grabbed Pilar by her long blonde ponytail and lifted her baby-face to the level of a saliva-coated lipstick-glossed pre-cum dripping erection.

She wasn't acting now. Pilar was so excited she was slobbering.

"Oh, Paco. Oh, yeah! Let me SUCK that big hard-on. Now I can get fucked at both ends at the same time. Like, I can't TELL you how badly I want you to shoot-off in my mouth! I'd just DIE to swallow another big warm load of your cum!"

When she opened her mouth, Paco pressed forward. It was so large she could only take the head in her mouth at first. Pilar's pretty face so small and his cock so huge created an unbelievable picture as almost elastic lips tried to accommodate the erection. Plump lips stretched in a red O around the big shaft, she slowly took more in her throat, years of giving head teaching her how to give 'deep-throat'. Mouth stretching wider with each stroke, her cute little nose was soon buried in tight pubic curls at his groin. Pilar had taken him all the way, moist pale-blue eyes wide as he slid deep, in and out of her willing throat. Getting down behind Paco, Venessa spread his buns with both hands.

"Mmmmmmm, look at this arse, Kate. This bad boy has a beautiful arse."

Licking red lips, she began tickling Paco's arsehole with her long pink tongue, licking his pucker and fucking the saliva-wet tube in timing with his strokes as he fucked Pilar's receptive mouth. Moaning like a little bitch in heat, taking cock at both ends, living out a fantasy she'd long desired, Pilar was so sexually aroused she was on the edge of fainting from run-away pleasure. Face to face, Mark and Paco were fucking the tiny girl with world-class hard-ons, the little blonde slut taking every inch they could give her.

"Let's trade," grinned Paco. "I dig fuckin' her."

Pulling out in unison, each took the other's place, throbbing erections opening the girl as she'd never been opened. A slippery cock that had just been fucking her anus slid into her pretty red-lipped mouth and down her throat, while at the other end, a saliva-coated pulsing ten inch giant spread the smooth lips of her small semen-loaded pussy and filled her with what felt like rigid steel!

"Dude, she's too much . . . I'm cumin' right now!"

Pilar almost fainted when she felt Paco's orgasm flood her cunt, his erection stroking her 'G' spot to ecstasy!

"Oh, Paco," frowned Kate, "you should have cum-off in her ARSE. Mark already shot a load in her pussy! The nasty little girl wanted that load up her butt!"

"Yeah? Well, gotta 'nother one on its way! Try this, babe!"

His well-lubed shaft invaded the little girl's wide-stretched rectum, and Pilar sagged between the two men's stroking erections. If both reached orgasm at the same time she was sure the two loads would mix in her tummy! Still kneeling, and spreading Mark's buns, Venessa was tongue-fucking his arse while Gita sucked his balls. Somehow, Kate had gotten under Pilar's lithe form and was licking Paco's swinging nuts as he butt-fucked the tiny little girl's still-tight arsehole with long powerful strokes.

"Now?" grinned Paco, looking at Mark. "Ready? I told you I got one cumin'!"

Mark nodded, grey eyes rolling up in his head.

"I'm ready," he moaned. "I can't hold it. I'm coming-off right now!"

"Me fuckin', too!" groaned Paco. "Holy shit! Oh, man, I'm blowin' a fuckin' big load, again!"

Grabbing an empty wine glass, Kate held it under Mark's cock.

"Wait! Shoot it in here," she urged, making him pull out of Pilar's sweet red-lipped mouth as the tiny girl tried to swallow the mouthful of saliva, pre-cum and semen. "You, too, Paco! Shoot-off in this glass."

While Pilar shook like a race car that had lost a wheel, two mega-loads of jism unloaded almost simultaneously into Kate's wine-glass. Doing their best to increase every powerful sensation, Gita and Venessa were tickling, licking and sucking Pilar as the guys half-filled the wine crystal with cloudy wads of pearl-like cum. Other than squealing, Pilar couldn't do more than moan with pleasure as the girls worked her over, tongues doing almost everything stiff cocks had done. Never, even in her wildest dreams had she experienced anything as overpowering as simultaneously getting eaten by Gita and Venessa. Swollen clit, juicy cunt, hard nipples, open mouth, throat and arsehole; every fibre in her burning body was coming, not just a climax, but an unending orgasm as she lapsed into a dreamlike state. Sexual stimulation seemed endless. Other than sexy music, the only sounds were ones Gita and Venessa made, swallowing, licking and sucking. Grinning like fools, Mark and Paco collapsed at the same time, cocks in hand, leaving Kate with heavy strings of translucent cum running down the inside of her wine glass.

Setting it down, Kate pulled Gita away from Pilar's saliva-glossed anus. Spreading the little girl's warm firm cheeks, she watched a pulsing open pink tunnel ooze clear pre-cum.

"God, what a pretty little arsehole . . . I gotta suck it out."

Holding the cheeks as wide as she could, she covered the open hole with her soft pink lips and began sucking the cute little girl's juicy pink anus. Responding pleasurably, Pilar flexed, her anal sphincter squeezing and sucking Kate's tongue. Gita and the little blonde nympho were sucking tongues, swapping spit as they kissed. Going from Paco to Mark, Venessa sucked half-hard cocks until there wasn't a hint of semen on the still-swollen heads. Continuing sybaritic pleasures, Kate and Gita made Pilar orgasm for another ten minutes while their playmates watched the lesbian feast. When the little girl finally begged for a rest they reluctantly let her up.

"Your turn, Kate!" smiled Venessa.

Tape reversing, the mood changed to a faster rock and roll rhythm with even sexier subliminal track messages. Returning from the kitchen with two large glasses of water for the guys, Gita brought Champagne for the girls.

"Bubbly makes females hotter," she grinned, "but it ruins men's sex-lives!"

Everyone tipped, draining glasses in one long swallow. Pilar was trying to recuperate, but the other females seemed even more aroused. So hot they couldn't wait, auburn-hair and ebony-tresses began playing with the guys, Gita deep-throating Paco. Venessa got Mark to sit on the couch with his dark tanned legs over her shoulders. Kate felt her face flush with heat when their torrid hostess began tonguing and kissing his arsehole while masturbating his now hard cock. Within minutes, both males sported fully engorged erections.

"Get over here, Pilar. Get down and lick Kate's arse!" insisted Paco grinning at his co-worker's expression. "You said you would, an' I want to see you eat a chick's arse!"

Pilar blushed crimson as Kate gave her a hand, pulling her to her feet and towing the girl to the couch where Venessa had been sucking Paco only thirty minutes earlier.

"Strip me," coaxed Kate, "top and skirt. Everything but panties and shoes!"

Kneeling beside her, Pilar unzipped Kate's sexy short skirt, pulling it down around slender ankles so she could step-out of petite garment. Standing again, the ting girl unsnapped the bra which fell to the floor, unneeded support for the blonde's firm beautiful tits. Conical nipples were already hard as she pulled Pilar closer, tipping the girl's mouth up to hers and 'sucking mouth' for minutes without stopping. When finally released, Pilar was wobbling on high heels.

"Now, suck my nipples, baby," Kate smirked. "Not real hard . . . gently, not like you suck cock."

Pilar blushed, but taking a long conical nipple between shocking-red lips, she started sucking, tonguing the sensitive tip until Kate was squirming with pleasure.

"Now, the other one," Kate panted.

Already swollen, nipples grew longer. Pilar kept sucking until Kate had an orgasm, pussy dew dripping from satin panties and dribbling down sun-golden thighs, cunt spray only partially contained by the glossy white skintight crotch. Turning and kneeling on the couch, Kate ordered Pilar down behind her.

"Pull my panties down in back and start sucking," she smiled, wiggling her hips. "Don't stop 'til I tell you . . . "

Paco's cock nearly doubled in size when he saw Pilar get down on her knees behind Kate.

"I gotta see this up close. Fuck! I've been thinkin' about this for days."

He got up and headed for the couch as Venessa turned up the overhead light, focusing a spotlight on the fabulous curve of Kate's firm arse cheeks. Pilar looked around to see what was happening but everyone was watching her.

"Go on," Paco urged. "Let's see you eat her arse."

Wiggling into a more comfortable position, Pilar pulled the back of Kate's skintight panties down around shapely suntanned thighs, satin crotch pealing away from the juicy pussy like Scotch tape from a dispenser. Thick clear strings of crystalline cunt-cum were hanging from pussy-lips to panty-crotch. Pilar looked up blushing at Paco.

"You want me to lick her? I gotta lick her arse, too?"

Pursing lips together Paco nodded slowly. No one spoke. Rock and Roll filled the room, pounding insistent messages into Pilar's sex-stimulated nervous system, a soft female voice urging her to suck cunt and tongue-fuck anus. Face reddening, she felt herself driven, unable to help herself as she spread Kate's hard buttocks with both hands, pale-blue eyes feasting on the open hairless mouth of Kate's pink sex, on the long swag-like rope of cunt-juice hanging from the pulsing tube, smooth twin lips begging to be licked, hard clit protruding like a tiny cock waiting to be sucked, puckered smooth arsehole waiting for the invasion of a novice feminine tongue. Licking blood-red lips, and pulse pounding in her ears, Pilar bent forward, lips pressing against familiar pink sex-petals she'd once so adored. Kissing passionately, insistently, eagerly, tongue-fucking the nude swollen sex, swallowing the steady flow of cunt-juice spurting from pulsing sheath, Pilar was instantly deliriously happy. Lapping at the spray of ejaculate when Kate reached orgasm, greedily sucking the glossy crotch of well-creamed white panties, she swallowed as much pussy-juice as she could capture before pulling away. Anus pulsing like a tiny strobe, she examined Kate's partially-open pink sheath, inhaling heady scent of arse and cunt.

"Tongue my arse . . . tongue my arse . . .stick your tongue way up my arsehole! "

Subliminal recorded messages were urging her on.

"Suck my cunt . . . stick your tongue up my arsehole . . . "

It was a girl's soft voice mixed into the music that was driving Pilar's tongue deep into Kate's juicy crotch.

"Will you cum in my mouth if I suck her arse?" she asked.

Paco nodded.

"Show 'em your tongue."

Pilar stuck her tongue out as far as she could, extending it nearly three inches, and to Kate's delight, lightly tickled the sensitive anal-pucker.

"Oh, Pilar, baby, tongue my arsehole! Stick your tongue up my arsehole; stick it up my arse, deep!"

Unable to resist, she sighed and did, worming her long, long tongue up Kate's hot arsehole as the exotic beauty showered her hand with pussy-juice.

Coming, for what seemed an eternity, Kate's whole body was wracked with pleasure, overexcited to the point of unending-orgasm, coming until Paco pulled his submissive little date away, replacing her tongue with the head of his much larger and longer cock.

"Oh, my fucking arse!" Kate screamed, feeling it invaded by the biggest cock it would ever know. "Oh, Paco, you son-of-a-bitch! Fuck my arsehole with that big fucking hard cock of yours! Oh, you arse-fucking bastard, give it to me! Shove it right up my arsehole, you mother-fucker! Fuck my fucking hot arsehole; bang my little butt 'til I scream!"

Mark was standing in front of her, and when she opened sky-blue eyes all she could see was cock and balls. Wilder than he'd ever seen her, Kate started sucking so ardently he nearly came-off on the first deep stroke but held back, wanting to time his orgasm with the boy who was fucking his girlfriend's gorgeous butt. Although somewhat jealous by nature, he was much too aroused to let that get in the way as she sucked him deliriously, bodies bathed in sweat, each graceful curve shining like she'd bathed in oil, elastic mouth and arse filled with throbbing manhood, sucking like a mad-woman, unable to speak had she wanted to.

Gita and Venessa looked at each other and nodded, each knowing their next move. Pilar had wiggled under Kate's crotch and was sucking pussy as Gita climbed between Paco's legs, overwhelmed by the sight of his giant cock up her girlfriend's arsehole. She licked swinging balls while Pilar sucked clit, licking the 'little cock' as Kate reached orgasm again, face drenched with sweat and Kate's wild climaxes, fingers between her own legs, masturbating herself to delightful orgasms as Kate's overflowed her mouth.

Sitting on the floor between Mark's legs, Venessa sucked gently on large virile balls while his girlfriend took him down her throat, the combined sensations of feminine oral attentions making cum boil in his groin. Pilar masturbated wildly while watching Paco's cock stroking Kate's slippery anus. Fingers up cunt, she was coming harder than she could remember coming, the recorded voice encouraging naughty acts, but she unaware of its influence on her psyche. All she knew was she wanted to keep coming and coming and coming.

Acknowledging pending eruptions, Paco looked at Mark, each rushing toward the point of no return, each within seconds of giving Kate the biggest sexual thrill of her life. It seemed inappropriate, but Paco laughed.

"Son-of-a-bitch, I'm gonna shoot such a load up yer girlfriend's fuckin' arse, she's gonna shit cum for a month! Oh, babe, yer gonna fuckin' love this one!"

"Shoot it in my wine-glass!" begged Kate, wiggling her firm arse so fast that Paco couldn't hold back.

Swelling to its fullest dimension before the summit of pleasure, Paco's cock gave up its cum, a massive load blowing into Kate's colon before he withdraw to spend the rest in the wine-glass Gita was holding. Rivers of it. Thick ropes of gooey viscous wonderfully juicy sticky male semen splashed into the first two loads, coating the sides of the glass with a warm translucent sheen. Like a slut in rut, moaning and grunting, delirious with sexual excess, Kate's arsehole was burning like someone had given her a massive enema with a ten inch long seven inch around hard-rubber wand. And just as before, Mark's load followed Paco's, perhaps a bit smaller in volume but nevertheless getting Kate's approval as she watched seven thick white surges filling her glass.

Both guys fell back, leaving Gita holding the semen-filled wine-glass, Kate flopping like a fish out of water, stretched pink mouth and arsehole oozing saliva and semen. Grabbing her by her hair, Paco pulled Pilar closer, letting her suck his cum-smeared gooey arse-fucking cock before pulling her onto the couch.

"Now suck it up, bitch," he grinned, indicating the stream of semen bubbling out of Kate's open pink arse-tube.

Face flushed, Pilar watched the steady crystalline dribble oozing out of the open glazed hole; the bright-pink tube an open mouth, cum welling up like sea in a tide-pool.

I can't help myself, she thought, opening her succulent mouth and covering Kate's puckered-open arsehole, sucking for all she was worth, ignoring the voice in her head that was accusing her of perversions, wallowing in the pleasure of her favourite taste, a mouthful of warm sticky delicious cum. Licking and sucking, making sexy sounds, sucking and kissing the pulsing tube like a mouth, Pilar felt Kate reach orgasm. Sucking at the source, she tasted the female sex-juices mixed with the first shots of semen flowing from a well-fucked arsehole and over a warm open cunt. Taking a big breath, she began rapidly fucking Kate's semen-flooded anus with her fabulously long tongue.

Paco had never been so excited in his life. She was doing it. The little sex-slut was DOING it. He loved her willingness, passion, openly slutty rutty heated red-hot love of sex. Pulling her up by her hair, he mashed his mouth against her swollen lips, kissing with such passion Pilar was crying with pleasure.

Carefully setting the wine-glass on table, Gita extracted herself from under Kate's still quivering figure, a body twitching and jerking with post-orgasmic pleasure as she and Venessa sucked tongues. Pulling Mark closer, she went down, sucking every remaining drop of semen from urethra and balls.

Paco and Pilar didn't stop kissing, and within minutes were fucking on the floor like maniacs, dripping with sweat, clawing kissing and sucking tongues as they fucked. The girl's tiny cunt was so stretched, she was taking every inch to the nuts as he drove the shaft home, pretty legs wrapped around his waist, then over his shoulders. Then, squatting above, she bounced up and down on his long hard cock like a child on a pogo-stick, crying and laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, overcome with wild passion. Falling forward, she looked like a little doll impaled on a big hard dick, but the vulnerable posture gave Gita a brilliant idea.

"Fuck her up her arsehole," she giggled, pulling Mark between Paco's thighs.

She'd made him so hard, and Pilar's arse was still so lubricated and stretched, Gita had no trouble directing Mark's slippery cock into the tiny still-open arsehole, the double penetration making Pilar scream even louder.

"GOD HELP ME!" she cried out, as cocks stretched her naked crotch. "Oh, my GOD! FUCK me you guys! Fuck me hard! Fuck my little butt! Shove it all the way in me! Fill my little puss with dick! Holy fucking shit! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

After ten minutes of intense double penetration, the girl was almost out of her mind. Kate recognized those reflexive hip movements and picked up the nearly-full glass of cum.

"In the glass," she grinned, playing with Paco's balls, the demand making everyone watch.

Paco's orgasm was so massive, a veritable river of semen ran from Pilar's tight cunt when Mark drove his cock up her arse, pumping Paco's first shots of ejaculate back past cock-shaft. Her pussy-lips were sucking it in as she lifted her little arse to meet deep anal thrusts. Holding her by the hips, Mark butt-fucked her hard. Remaining shots were caught in the glass as Kate held it under Paco's spurting semen-glossed monster.

"Don't shoot it all up her pussy. I want to watch the little slut drink this glassful of cum," begged Kate, pulling Pilar off Mark's throbbing erection.

Masturbating the slippery rod, she caught most of his orgasm in the now full crystal. Nut-sack in the palm of her hand, Gita felt them retract as Mark sent cloudy cum-rockets into the brim-full glass. Scurrying to Pilar's side, lusty smile on her lips, Venessa proceeded to spank the girl's small high-arched arse with the palm of her hand. Swatting little buttocks until they were glowing bright-pink, she timed each cracking swat with humping reflexes of Pilar's hips.

"FUCK ME, SOMEBODY!" screamed Pilar, tears of joy and pleasure driving her to out of control orgasmic heights. "SOMEBODY FUCK ME UP MY ARSE! FUCK ME UP MY FUCKING ARSEHOLE, YOU ARSE-FUCKING BASTARDS! FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD! SPANK ME! SPANK ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"

Each word 'love' echoed the sound of Venessa's hand coming down like fire on tender pale cheeks, as the darling little blonde burst into tears of pleasure.

"Jeez, give me a couple-a minutes to rest," laughed Paco, flat on his back.

Mark was in no better condition. A twelve inch dildo in Venessa's control filled Pilar's request and then some. Pushing the clear marbleized silicone monster up the slippery semen-lubed arse-tube, Venessa fucked Pilar silly, spanking her arse while giving the girl the dildo-arse-fuck of her life.

With just a short rest the boys were back in the saddle, Paco giving his cute little co-worker a back-door thrill, seven long orgasmic canon-like discharges filling the snug colon with thick warm cum. Perched on Mark's hard-on, Pilar was shivering, shaking so wildly he was having difficulty keeping his cock in her. But she hung on, cock filling her stretched pink cunt-tube. Holding her slim hips with both hands, Mark slammed into cunt so hard she quivered. For over a minute, two cocks, separated by no more than a few layers of thin pink membrane, sent torrents of warm semen gushing into both slick semen receptacles as Venessa nearly blistered Pilar's cute buttocks with her hand. Sandwiched between cocks, nailed at her crotch by stiff masculine flesh, stretched to the limit by her favourite organ, tiny Pilar was desperately hungering for a mouthful of warm cum. When cocks began softening, slipping from cum-flooded tubes, she climbed-off Mark, purring like a kitten, licking and sucking up the pearly mess that had dripped from cunt and anus, puddle around his spent cock. Venessa, aroused by the little blonde's slutty behaviour, was finger-fucking her arsehole and cunt at the same time.

"Who's next?" giggled Pilar, sitting up, silly from uninhibited sexual pleasure, mouth and chin smeared with sticky cum. "Does anyone else want me to suck or fuck any part of them?"

Shaking heads, everyone laughed. Venessa kissed her passionately and licked the excess semen from her face.

"Me," giggled Gita. "We haven't done each other."

Laying the little girl down on couch, she slipped two fingers into Pilar's small pussy, finding her "G" spot, making her cum so hard, she not only got her nut, Gita got hers too! A cupful of Paco's semen slipped from the steaming cum-chute between Pilar's tasty trembling thighs. Sucking the cum-filled sheath, she let the nympho straddle her face, the two sex-fiends 69'ing on the couch for almost an hour while the rest of the horny crew offered encouragement and sipped refreshments.

While Venessa played her last video for everyone's pleasure, the girls talked Mark into watching Kate suck Paco's cock. Although a little reluctant, he agreed to watch his sweetheart make the young boy orgasm. Realizing it could be the last time she had a chance to swallow such a gigantic load, Kate was ecstatic.

"Gimme, baby!" she pleaded, face red with heated lust, heart pounding with expectation. "Shoot your fucking load-a cum down my fucking throat! You make me so hot, you nasty young stud! You make me want it so bad! God, I'm such a naughty little arse-fucking bitch, aren't I! Come on, stud, don't hold back. Fuck Kate's mouth, you bastard! I want you to shoot your fucking hot cum right in my mouth! I'm gonna swallow it, Paco! Gimme a load! Shoot it right in my mouth, again!"

Mark's cheeks were burning with envy as he watched her fellate the kid's big cock, but the spectacle was never-the-less highly arousing, making his cock leap to attention as he watched his sultry sexy girlfriend sucking someone else's dick. Finally making him orgasm, Kate almost fainted from the shear pleasure of warm youthful cum sluicing down her throat, spraying her thighs with cunt-cum in ecstasy as she swallowed the boy's saucy load. Paco didn't disappoint her. To her delight, he shot almost as large a wad of thick jism in her mouth as he'd shot in the glass. Kate's orgasm was continuous. Catching ropes of warm cum on her waiting tongue, she took the last of his ejaculation by masturbating him into her open sexy-lipped mouth. Warm scuz slipping down her throat was so tied to pussy-throbbing orgasms she squirted all over herself. Understanding the inherent sexual excitement of doing someone new, Mark didn't say a word. Pilar, seeing the expression in his eyes, and erection between his thighs, slipped closer as everyone watched Kate consuming Paco's climax.

"Mark," she smiled, looking up immodestly into his grey eyes, "let me suck you off again, too. You can do it. I know I can make you cum again. Let ME suck you.! I just adore swallowing cum. I suck lots better than she can an' I'll prove it! I bet she can't do HALF the things I can to your sexy cock."

Curling up between his legs while Kate was sucking Paco, she gave Mark a naughty grin.

"Watch my mouth while I'm sucking you off," she teased, wagging a broad pink tongue and extending it until he grinned. "I'm going to do you better than she EVER did!"

She did; so deeply and ardently, his hardened cock grew inches from the excitement of getting sucked by such an adorable little cock-sucker. Stimulated by watching Kate's mouth getting fucked by Paco's giant cock, he looked down at the cute little blonde sucking his. He hadn't been sucked-off so passionately since Asia gave him head.

"Come on you guys, the jury's in," giggled Gita, knowing what Kate had in mind, picking up the wine-glass full of crystalline cum, "and Pilar's the winner! Gather around everyone. Come here, Pilar. Sit right here next to me."

Abandoning Mark's slippery erection, Pilar made herself comfortable on the floor, pretty stocking-covered semen-stained legs spread, two fingers up a bottomless pink-lipped twat.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, grinning mischievously, shamelessly masturbating.

"Tilt your head back," grinned Gita, lifting Pilar's chin up and holding her by the hair. "Open your pretty mouth wide!"

Long pink tongue extended, Pilar opened her red-lipped mouth. Gita raised the cloudy pearl-like treasure over the girl's waiting lips.

"Watch, everyone," she grinned, slowly tipping the glass, its swirly contents slipping straight into Pilar's open mouth like a dozen egg-whites. "Look at her," gushed Gita, not letting Pilar shut her mouth. "Look at this mouthful of cum! Her mouth is completely full. Look."

Gathering around the tiny blonde, everyone got a peek at the shimmering cum-lake filling her open mouth, long pink tongue an island in a sea of cloudy semen, pale-blue eyes wide with delight.

"Now swallow," said Gita, pinching the girl's perfect conical pink nipples.

Closing her lips, Pilar did, four gigantic still-warm loads of semen sliding down her throat.

"Gaaaaaaa," she nearly gagged, swallowing twice, "ggghaaaa! Ahhhhhh! My God! What a delicious mouthful! I wish I could swallow a load like THAT every day!"

Semen dribbling from cum-glossed ruby-red lips, she went back down on Mark, sucking cock like a mad-woman, moaning and groaning with pleasure. When Kate looked up, mouth pasty with Paco's jism, she was greeted by the spectacle of her boyfriend, hips arching, cock buried in the warmth of the cute little girl's cum-hungry throat. She watched the woman-child's magic mouth draining Mark's large virile nuts, drinking his semen like cream through a huge straw! The saucy little girl swallowed every drop she could suck from his well spent shaft. Leaning back, Mark watched the diminutive nymph suck him to earth-shaking orgasm, cock was so deep in her throat he couldn't even see it! The expression on his face was classic. Kate knew then that each dog had its day.

After Gita had licked her face clean, Kate cuddled up next to Mark, staying at his side until they departed, jealously eyeing Pilar's obvious attraction to her handsome bronzed boyfriend.

Pilar and Paco agreed to sleep-over, so Gita, Kate and Mark walked back to the hotel. Smiling and content, they shared an ice-cold bottle of Champagne on the way.

"I don't care if it's bad for my sex life," chuckled Mark. "I never get any anymore, anyway!"

That brought two females down on his shoulders! He almost carried them across Sunset as cars honked at a silly trio, inebriated with sex and high on fun. They showered and dried after playing in the pool, alone and ignored by the night desk-clerk, Thomas.

"I hate leaving you two," sighed Gita, slipping between cool sheets. "This has been so much fun! Will you come and see me in Mumbai; or in London? You know both of my numbers . . . how to reach me. I hope you do."

Kissing her tenderly, Kate fingered her swollen clit.

"You're fun, Gita. I could fall in love with you! Sure we'll call, won't we, Mark. We travel a lot, so we got-a run into each other somewhere, right?"

"That's right," he smiled, sleepier than he'd been for months. "We'll call, won't we, Kate?"

"I just said that," Kate giggled, looking at him lovingly.

Mark was already asleep.

"Can I eat you again?" whispered Gita. "I know, I'm insatiable."

Kate couldn't say no, the two making love for an hour before joining him in the land of dreams. Locked in each other's arms, breaths blended in a bouquet of pussy and semen, nectar of preferences passionately shared. Having agreed to wake him with a teamwork of tongues, Kate promised Gita the creamy reward as a going-away present.

"Yeah," she giggled, sucking Gita's long sensitive nipples, "when it cums to swallowing cum, you always suck-seed."

Morning light was slow to fill the room, all three playmates sleeping-in until after nine. Slipping into the shower, the girls shampooed, shaved crotches, applied conditioning lotion to tans, fixed hair and brushed pearly teeth. Gita did Kate's mouth, and Kate did Gita's, using non-smear lipstick they trusted. Pulling up cute little glossy thong panties, each looked at the other.

"If this doesn't please him, let's kill him," giggled Gita, peeking into the room. "We can suck and fuck him to death."

Mark, lost in dreams, was obviously dreaming of erotic adventures, his cock making a tent of the sheet, bouncing with each heartbeat against bronzed body. As Kate turned down the sheet, it exposed muscular tanned limbs as the fabric slipped away.

Let's double-team him," she whispered, Gita nodding in agreement, having discussed the technique the night before.

Gently mounting the bed, one on each side, they positioned themselves so Kate could suck his balls while Gita went down, close enough to take turns on the stiff cock. Each gently took him, Kate spooning warm nuts into her mouth with her tongue as Gita's ready mouth, wet with saliva, lubricated the first stroke on his vein-wrapped erection. With one fluid movement, lipsticked mouths came together, Gita's filled with a long thick cock, Kate's with warm balls.

Mark stirred and tried to sit up, pulled from sleep by the most delicious sensations: two women sucking him off.

"Why you sex-hungry little sluts!" he laughed, rubbing sleep-filled eyes. "Didn't you get enough last night?"

Oral attentions were answer enough, making him squirm with lust as he watched two beautiful girls going down on him, long slow gliding up and down oral suction making cum rise in his nut-sack. Balls gently sensationally sucked by his girlfriend, Gita's throat swallowed his swollen shaft. By prearranged signal, the girls traded places, Kate mouthing cock-shaft while Gita licked nuts, kissing greedy mouths, sucking and licking the throbbing erection.

"Okay, babes," hissed Mark with urgency, "I'm getting close. Who gets it?"

Kate stopped and kissed Gita.

"want to fuck him or suck him?

"Fuck him," smirked, Gita, finger-fucking herself to a lather. "Baby, my pussy is so wet he'll love it! Let me ride that beautiful monster. My cunt's ready for a nice warm load of cum!"

Swinging a leg over his waist, she pulled the crotch of her satin thong out of the way and guided the oozing head between the smooth lips of her pussy, a sheath swallowing the huge shaft . The sigh was so delicious, Kate giggled.

"Feels good?"

"God, I haven't fucked this cock for too long. Come on, Bronco. Give this bare-back rider a sweet ride."

The sensation of being filled by Mark's cock made the beauty clench her teeth. The thick spongy-head spread her slick sheath, made her whimper with pleasure as she raised her hips and squated back-down to rub her swollen clit against rock-hard abs. They fucked so long, Kate was getting jealous. Gita was glowing.

"Fuck . . . of, fuck, Kate . . . he's making my little pussy cum so good! Oh, Kate . . . I wish you could lick my clit right now! Maybe we could change positions. . . "

"You better decide fast 'cause I can't hold back! Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum so hard, you won't be able to take it! Oh, FUCK! I'm coming . . . right. . . in . . . your cunt!"

Kate was watching her dark sparkling eyes when his ejaculate exploded deep in Gita's twat. Registering her pleasure, Gita ground around on his crotch like a paint-mixer, cum forced from her semen-filled cunt. He didn't soften as she fucked the shaft, raising and squatting, pumping herself to such orgasmic heights, she actually lost her balance and fell. Kate was all over her, licking her smoothly-shaved cunt, sucking the flood of warm semen pumped there by her boyfriend, Gita squealing and panting and pleading for rest.

"Wait! Wait! Let me breathe! I can't cum again until I catch my breath!"

Turning her attentions back to her sweetie, she took him to the nuts, almost swallowing his cock as she sucked.

"want to let Gita suck you off?" she teased, smiling into his bedroom eyes. "You won't be able to cum in her mouth for awhile . . ."

"Try me," he grinned. "Your choice, baby."

"Gita . . . do it . . . I got my taste already."

Gita crawled up between his muscular thighs and smiled at the handsome man.

"You fuck so good," she sighed. "Let me reward you . . . "

She took his ruddy still-swollen crest between her lips, pulled the foreskin back and fucked the shaft with her throat, plunging the long erection to the base, then sucking as she withdrew, tongue swirling around and under the crest, teasing the flesh to uncontrollable pleasure. It seemed like she sucked forever. The cum erupted fast. She felt it in his balls as she cupped them in the palm of her hand, teasing his anal pucker with her middle finger.

"Christ! Gita! Holy Christ!"

Lips locked around the pulsing shaft, she swallowed seven throbbing massive discharges, semen sluicing down her cum-chute throat, bubbling from her nose as she tried desperately to breathe. Kate was mouthing retracting balls, a very juicy finger in her pussy and one up her arse. Masturbating too, Gita was wetting her panties as she gulped down the huge warm climax, watching Kate's eyes as she fellated one of her favourite cocks. Kate would have smiled had she been able to, but a mouthful of nuts was keeping her tongue busy at the moment.

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Don't stop, Gita . . . I'm still cumin' . . . Jesus, that's good. Don't stop! Holy FUCK! You cock-sucker, you. You sure make me cum hard. Whewwwwww! Swallow that load, if you can."

Kate came all over herself. So did Gita. Mark was coming again. Three bodies jerking and flopping on the bed like spastics, souls possessed, pussy-juice drenching wet sheets, warm creamy cum filling Gita's grateful mouth.

The following rest was only long enough for the man to catch his breath, but rest wasn't in his cards. Glancing down, almost unable to focus from shock of two orgasms so close together, he discovered to his pleasure that Kate was sucking him now. Fifteen minutes later cum was filling her mouth. She took time to enjoy the texture, savoring the flavor of her favourite drink. Gita was playing with herself and his balls, finger-fucking his anus, purring and giggling as Kate made an obscene show of sucking down cum. He sat up as Kate released cock from pink glazed lips, smiling at him with such affection he gathered her in his arms.

"This had to be your idea, wasn't it?"

Well," Kate confessed, sitting up, "I promised your morning orgasm as a going-away present for Gita."

Sitting up, Gita began fingering Kate's slippery crotch, sucking the blonde's hardening rosy-pink nipples until Kate was giggling and squirming.

"Gita told me you love to get head every morning. She told me about Asia . . . about how swallowing cum keeps guys healthy, happy and wise and how it makes girls more attractive to guys."

Laughing at the silly unintended rhyme, Gita had her down on the bed, sucking sex-juices from the crotch of her glossy white panties.

"I guess it works, 'cause you look real healthy to me, she giggled, "and as far as making me more attractive, well, it sure seems to attract guys."

Mark kissed her again, a passionate kiss lasting minutes. Kate looked down at Gita, then back at Mark.

"Since like, we've all been together," she grinned at her new girlfriend, then held Mark's hand, "like, I've been getting better climaxes since I" started going down more, an' wanting more of them," she giggled. "Like, it's so weird, but I can't get enough. I even dream about it at night!"

"My God, you want more?" he smiled, rubbing his crotch and frowing.

Kate blushed madly, glancing at Gita, a guilty look on her lovely face.

"Well, sometimes . . . like," there was a long pause. "I guess I better tell you before someone else does."

She glanced at Gita, but the exotic beauty avoided eye contact. Mark waited, wondering what his girlfriend was going to say next. Kate held his hands.

"Well . . . tell me," he smiled.

"Like, the day before yesterday?" she blushed, glancing nervously at Gita, "before we got together with Venessa? Well, Gita an' I were down at the pool; an' well . . . we were kinda flirting?" She blushed. "You know, Paco was watching us; an' we were being 'naughty'?"

She blushed so hotly, she had to close her eyes, almost unable to continue.

"Flirting?" asked Mark.

"You know, we were spreading our legs, you know . . . giving him crotch shots; an' Gita goes, 'You're still real juicy from Mark fucking you' . . . we were giving Paco a good look, Mark; you know how narrow the crotch of my swimsuit is? Anyway, he could like, see everything, I'm sure! Anyway, we made him real horny; an' then . . . don't be real mad at me, okay, baby? But we went into his office with him; an' like, I was feeling all nasty and 'naughty' . . . oh, baby, I was still so horny from all our sex . . . "

Kate rolled large blue-green eyes upward and sighed.

"Well, to make a long story short . . . oh, baby, I couldn't help myself, could I, Gita? I watched her sucking him off, an' then, like, I was all slippery from all that sex you an; I had . . . "

"And?" asked Mark, slowly getting the picture.

"An' I was masturbating an' like, all hot an' everything; an' I saw how big an' hard he still was . . . " turning to Gita, face guilty as a kid's caught shoplifting, "I let him fuck me up my pussy an' arse; didn't I, Gita? An' then . . . " blushing more than he'd ever seen her blush, "I sucked him off while you were up here asleep."

"You sucked him off?" said Mark, obviously stirred.

"I was so naughty, Mark, an' I knew you'd be real mad at me if you knew."

"How many times?"

Her face reddened and she covered it with both hands.

"Twice; but, like, well; after last night an' all, well; you know I liked sucking his cock. I'll admit that it turned me on, but what I want-a tell you is I love you, Mark. I'm real happy being with you. I've discovered that I love you, not him; or any other guy. I was naughty, an' I'm REALLY sorry. I should have talked with you first even if I never did him."

Great tears well-up in her usually blue eyes. Gita glanced at Mark, then back at Kate. Kate's cheeks were bright-red.

"I aught-a be spanked for being so naughty. Are your real mad at me, Mark? I'm so sorry."

"Hey," he said, putting an arm around her; "listen, you didn't do anything I didn't do."

Gita looked at Kate and Kate at Mark. Wiping tears from her cheek, she sniffled

"Like how?" she asked, blowing her nose in a tissue, blue eyes red.

"Well . . . " Mark looked shamefaced, "while you and Gita were doing the shops, Venessa and I started talking by the pool. You know, small talk, and since she was getting off early, I asked her to go to lunch. She invited me up to her place . . . and, well; to make my long story short, as you say, I let her suck me off twice. Look; I'm sorry, too, Kate, I shouldn't have done that, either. Look who's naughty! I wanted to do her, but we didn't have time, so I told her to invite you girls over for the evening. I'm guilty as hell. Now, are you mad at me? I won't do that again, either."

Kate looked at Gita, then at Mark, examining his face like they'd just met. He didn't turn away from the penetrating gaze.

"I guess what's good for the goose. Right? You know what," she paused, "I only sucked one other cock this week! You got sucked-off by Gita, Venessa and that hot little Pilar! Oh, well, serves me right. I won't play around behind your back again," she giggled, sniffling, "not if you spank my crotch a little."

Mark's face reflected a puzzled look.

"Spank my pussy-lips . . . my clit?" She grinned and pressed her hand against her tingling crotch, rubbing herself like a slut. "Venessa did it to me an' it made me so hot! Spanking my pussy makes me very hot. Do it while Gita licks my arsehole, Mark. I've never done that at the same time. Here, let me get over you like this, Gita. Pull my thong out of the way in back. I want him to spank my pussy through the crotch of my panties."

With Gita on her back, Kate straddled the exotic beauty's face, knees spread wide, squatting down on her plump eager lips and letting the little sex-maniac tongue-fuck her pink-lined arsehole. Pinching swollen tender nipples, Kate ground a juicy crotch against Gita's long tongue.

"Oooooooo, that feels so good! Come on, Mark, spank my pussy!" she begged, cheeks glowing with excitement, leaning back into a big pile of pillows for support.

Kneeling next to her, and getting the picture, Mark began swatting the swollen smooth pussy-lips through the skintight crotch of Kate's glossy-white panties, material so skintight he cold see every arousing detail of her excited sex. She arched her back and raised her crotch to meet each swat.

"God, that feels so fucking good! SPANK it, baby!"

Tilting satin thong-covered crotch so he couldn't miss the pronounced cleft, she raised her hips higher, cunt-gush dripping into her playmate's mouth.

"Spank it! SWAT it!"

So thin it couldn't hide her protruding clit, the smooth narrow band of white satin made a perfect target as Kate's orgasms creamed elasticized material! Flooding Gita's mouth, orgasms exploded like overfilled water-balloons in her panties, making a mess off Gita's face as well as her boyfriend's hand.

"Keep spanking me but let me suck you," she pleaded, pussy-juice drenching her panties. "Get up on your knees next to me while you spank me . . . yeah! Let me suck that nice cock. Venessa an' Gita aren't the only girls who can make you cum twice in a row. Spank my pussy 'til I can't fucking cum!"

Inflamed by her behaviour, Mark moved closer to his girlfriend's flushed face, his cock hardening as he envisioned her sucking Paco off and swallowing the horny boy's unending cum. He was sorry he'd been up in the room sleeping. Accurately delivering each heated swat to the slippery white satin crotch, he spanked harder, swats making Kate wince as they rained upon on her swollen clit.

Increasing the intensity of each swat, strangely aroused by her kinky desires, Mark gained strange pleasure from watching her face each time the palm of his hand made contact with her cute little panty-crotch. Like sexual applause, sounds of each stinging swat grew louder, Mark ever more aroused as he heightened her pleasures.

Cupping warm furry balls in her hand, Kate sucked him deep into her mouth like her life depended on it. With one arm encircling his thigh, her hand playing with his sweaty balls, she turned her face to him, taking the thick cock deep into the heat of her semen-hungry mouth. Nearly laying on top of Gita, she delighted in the contact of feminine flesh, the Asian's firm tits rolling like ripe fruit against the small of her back. Scrubbing her arse-crack on Gita's active tongue, she arched her hips up to accept accelerated spankings, quivering with climatic gratification as stinging blows brought her swollen clit to spine-tingling orgasm, so engorged it had grown until it looked like a tiny cock in the crotch of her skintight white satin panties.

Unable to resist temptation, Mark grabbed her by the hair, pulling her beautiful face against his groin, the move burying cock down her throat. Gita was watching, face only inches away from swats, sucking Kate's arse to orgasm as cunt-juice soaking through thin material poured into her satisfied, waiting mouth.

Thirteen orgasms later, Kate got what she'd been desperately sucking for; a massive throat-full of warm clingy cum. Moaning and swallowing, she finally collapsed, unable to stand one more climax as Mark's thick wads slipped down her throat like warm honey.

"Oh, God!" she gurgled, long strands of pearly-white drooling from cum-glazed lips. "Good Lord What a load that was! That made me so hot I thought I was gonna die!" God, I'll say it again! I'm such a nasty slut for sucking down cum."

Giggling like a schoolgirl, she scooped semen pearls back into her greedy mouth with her fingertips, sucking each like a cock, swallowing every drop she'd spilled. Taking her in their arms, Gita and Mark massaged her for over an hour before enjoying quick showers, then dressing for breakfast.

"I'll never be a naughty girl again," Kate promised, after the waiter took her order, "unless you want me to be! But I'll be naughty for you if you'll spank my crotch like that again. God, Mark, you're such a sexy animal. You make me so hot I can't look at you without it making my panties wet."

"I won't play around with other girls without you," agreed Mark, wincing as he took a sip of hot coffee.

"You two are crazy," Gita frowned, shaking her pretty head. "Think of what you'll be missing."

"Well," giggled Kate, wiggling shoe-less toes between Gita's thighs under the table, "we didn't say we wouldn't be naughty with you!"

No one was watching as Gita held Kate's toes against the wet crotch, making herself orgasm while her friends finished breakfast.

"Toes are so 'sexy', don't you agree?" she sighed, face aglow.

"Mine are wet, thank you!" giggled Kate, slipping foot back into open sandal.

Returning to the hotel, Kate and Mark checked-out at two after kissing Gita good-bye in the lobby. Venessa and Paco were watching the sexy kisses from the front desk, knowing smiles on satisfied faces.

"We'll get together, soon!" Kate waived, watching the show Gita was giving her, legs and glossy panty-crotch disappearing as she climbed into a cab. "An' I mean, soon."

They said good-byes to Paco and Venessa, then to Pilar when the cute little nymph appeared, skipping into the lobby from the restroom like a little girl on her way to school.

"You're leaving already?" she frowned, lower lip pouting. "Gee, I was hoping we could see each other tonight . . . "

"Come visit again," smiled Venessa, an arm around Pilar's small waist, the two grinning at the each other like a mother and precocious daughter. "We'll show you my new film staring Pilar and Paco. I'm filming this one at my place. And Mark; thanks for getting us together. We're going to have a marvelous delicious summer."

"Before we go; how about an instant 'replay' for me?" smirked Kate, winking at tiny Pilar who was standing next to Paco back of the reception desk.

"Replay?" asked Pilar, puzzled look on her childish face.

Making sure the trio was watching, playful Kate bent over near the magazines and wiggled her hard-cheeked arse, pretending to browse through a stack near the door, giving the boy a peek at what had made him jerk-off a few days earlier.

"Oh . . . NOW I know what you mean," giggled Pilar. "Guess I better take care of business right now . . . "

When Kate glanced back, Pilar was no where to be seen, only Paco and Venessa behind the desk. Patrons weren't paying attention, so Kate made sure Paco could see between her lovely legs as she gave him a stimulating peek at what was hidden only by the glossy white crotch of her cute little skintight satin thong. Gripping the counter, his eyes widened . . . then closed. Cheeks colouring, he shuddered perceptibly.

An excited Venessa was looking down, watching something just out of view of hotel patrons. Envious Kate was sure the boy had just cum-off in Pilar's beautiful mouth. After an appropriate wait, she stopped bending over and straightened her short skirt. Waiving goodbye, she stifled a giggle when the tiny blonde appeared again next to Paco. Smacking plump pink lips, Pilar's tongue was working them over from side to side to make sure there weren't any tell-tale drops of the boy's copious load.

"Yum! That was delicious!" She was smirking like the cat that just ate the canary. "Thanks for reminding me, Kate."

"I'd always bend over backward to help a friend!" laughed Kate before Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her out the front door and into the waiting black-windowed black limo.

Back

Ibiza Nights

Kate and Mark had planned to meet at eight by the pool. She'd showered after swimming, then headed for the fashionable San Antonio area to purchase a few things she'd seen while window shopping the day before. Now, waiting by the pool where they'd tanned in toasty afternoon sun, thoughts strayed as she reflected on their new relationship. Though still unsure she was entirely intrigued.

Exciting, mysterious, self possessed and sexual, Mark's sense of humour prevailed when good judgment failed, an attribute attracting her to him as much as anything. Dressing to please him as much as herself, she sensed he was enthralled by her looks and style more than he'd admit. Perhaps it would have been easier if he wasn't so advertent where she was concerned, his attentions making her even more self-conscious of how men saw her. Beautifully sensual to the point of near embarrassment, she wasn't unaware of men's lustful gazes following her everywhere.

At five foot seven, she was almost tall enough to be a fashion model, endowed with all those best assets. Slim yet curvaceous, legs and buns best body features, Nordic bone structure, large wide set pale-blue eyes and waist-length thick straight golden-blonde hair made everyone stare. Every guest at pool-side had stared when she stood to dive in, starring more when she returned dripping wet to the blanket. Temperature changes made prominent conical nipples harden and lengthen, stretching her swimsuit top in the most provocative manner, making her so self conscious she lay down immediately on her stomach. A sexy red mono-kini enhanced a lusciously-edible figure, high-cut sides making already long legs look even longer, almost backless design framing flawless shoulders, a gracefully-scooping front making perfectly-shaped breasts look better than silicone implants under thin Lycra-Spandex fabric. They weren't, of course and when she moved, they moved just enough to establish authenticity.

Knowing how much Mark enjoyed it, and because she wore such swimsuits, Kate shaved her entire crotch to the smoothness of a baby's bottom. Sometimes she let Mark shave her, luxuriating in his obvious pleasure while engaged in the risky act. She specially liked what he did afterward too, her hairless sex even more sensitive to lustful caresses of a talented, ardent and indefatigable tongue.

Then he appeared, rounding the pool wearing casual white cotton, white stone-washed cotton shirt and expensive black Italian loafers without socks, the costume making his dark tan skin appear even darker.

"You're right on time," he smiled, glancing at his watch. "I love it. I hate waiting."

She could see his ice-blue eyes in the dancing light of the pool. Girls at pool-side had noticed him, too. With salt and pepper hair pulled back in a tail, clean-shaven trim good looks often made girls ask if he was in the entertainment business. If they only knew, she thought. They were alone now, pool-crowd off on the town, Jacuzzi pool empty and pumps quiet. Shades were drawn on poolside rooms and the entire place seemed a deserted ghost town. Sounds of club music floated by between sounds of traffic on Sunset, that busy street only a half block away. Mark smiled as he took her hand in his, a hand always warmer than hers.

"Don't be so distant," he teased, tipping her chin up with a fingertip. "Afraid I'll embarrass you again?"

Her face flushed with heat when she remembered how she'd rebuked him in hot sunshine when he'd been rubbing suntan oil on her back, oily fingers between her firm thighs so close to her sensitive crotch she was afraid he was going to feel her up in public. But the sensation of strong hands certainly felt wonderful, her muscles relaxing as he massaged hamstrings and a portion of gluteus exposed by the high-cut suit. Just as he had her on the brink of complete relaxation, he'd slipped a finger under the edge of her swimsuit, stroking her clitoris so deftly it hardened instantly, triggering sensitive pussy to a body-spasming orgasm. She'd squirmed reflexively and lightly slapped his hand.

"Mark," she'd hissed. "Not in public! Some one might see!"

He'd smiled and lay down beside her.

"They'd only be jealous," he'd said, licking his finger obscenely.

Now, exuding a dark, sexy fragrance in night air, his presence again induced a tingling sensation between her pussy-lips that grew overly intense. Sometimes it seemed her body knew more than she did.

"Un-un," she said, a delayed response to his question, "but sometimes you make me a little nervous"

Walking around her like a lion around a lamb, eying her in the pale glow of underwater lights, he paused behind and pulled up the back of her very short black stretch miniskirt.

"Very nice;" he murmured, "white panties. I like white panties, especially plain tight satin panties like the ones you're wearing. Spread your legs a little," he said, caressing satin half-covered cheeks of a muscle-firm arse.

It made him remember the thousand buck bid an X-rated film-maker had offered to let him film her behind. They'd been swimming in the pool. Climbing out and beaded with water droplets, Kate had bent over, drying that long golden hair when the man got up from his chaise and approached them. She'd blushed and declined, and he'd quickly upped the offer to twenty-five hundred but Mark had told him to leave her alone. The bald-headed man had returned to his seat, shaking his head in disappointment. For the next two days, he'd been unable to stop staring every time he saw Kate in her very revealing swimsuit.

Just the sound of Mark's voice made Kate quiver. Shifting here weight slightly, standing with feet a couple of feet apart, she glanced around to see if there was anyone who could see what he was doing. There wasn't a soul in sight as she felt fingers slide between the cheeks of her arse, teasing small plump pussy-lips covered by a single layer of smooth satin spanning her crotch, felt vaginal muscles spasming as warm cunt-juice soaked through the skintight material and ran down the insides of quivering tanned thighs.

"Feels like you're excited to see me," he chuckled, finger busy at play. "Have you been playing with yourself?"

"Not tonight," she giggled, unable to control emotions.

She hated giggling and tried her best not to, but loosing control, covered wide sensual mouth with hand for fear of being heard by someone passing. Slipping an arm around her waist, Mark brushed his lips across hers, the gesture making her quiver. Key to her mouth, his tongue opened her plump lips on the first kiss. Sagging in his arms as his tongue slid between generous lips, lightly probing the roof of her mouth, then under her sensitive tongue, she let him suck hers deeply into his mouth. If her panties had been damp, now they were soaked.

"You're making me really hot, Mark," she whispered, whole body quivering.

"You're a sexy girl, Kate," he whispered, caressing that satin-slick crotch that was getting warmer and wetter by the second. "I'm not the only one who thinks so. You've been driving that film-maker crazy."

So aroused it was difficult to keep standing with legs spread wide for exploring fingertips, she shook from sheer excitement, wiggling hard arse reflexively as he worked two fingers under the edge of skintight panties, sliding them deep into her smooth wet sheath and finger-fucking her from behind. Kate loved getting it from behind and nearly cried out as she felt herself coming but bit her lower lip to contain sounds wanting so desperately to escape. The climax gushed from the recesses of her deep throbbing cunt, leaving Mark's fingers drenched with warm slippery girl-juice.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, babe, I can feel you coming!" he whispered, pulling his fingers out of a now gooy warm cunt.

After examining them in the soft light of the pool he reached for her face, caressing her voluptuous open lips with sticky fingertips.

"Suck them!" he whispered. "Open your mouth; suck your cunt-juice off my fingers."

Lightheaded and surrendering, she let him slip pussy-soaked fingers between her full lips, familiar aroma and taste of hot cunt filling aroused senses, sagging against him as she greedily sucked up the generous evidence of her very juicy climax.

"I'm glad you like the taste of pussy!" he whispered, rubbing his groin against her firm high, tight arse.

Still holding his hand she sucked each finger clean, not letting go until she was sure she'd swallowed every trace of her climax. Unlike most girls, when Kate orgasmed it could fill a tea-cup, leaving a couple of earlier boyfriends surprised and a bit envious.

"Me too . . . " she whispered, licking full cover-girl lips, "but you make me so nervous! What if someone sees us out here? Let's go back to our room, Mark. Let's enjoy this. We'll think about it for a long time!" she urged, squirming with sexual urgency. "God, you sexy bastard, you've made me so hot!"

"Good," he smirked, "I have plans you'll enjoy."

He walked to the elevator, Kate following, knowing what she was letting herself in for, excited, aroused, yet at the same time afraid of her emotions. Unlocking the door, Mark followed her into their suite. They'd chosen the motel for its amenities. When wanting privacy, movie personalities used the place for business affairs. Elegantly appointed, the designer had done the room to the max. Walls were wood-paneled, furniture plush overstuffed dark leather. Thick oriental carpets covered the floor. Large mirrored walls reflected the bed strategically placed for entertainment, stained glass lamps on end-tables and rich drapery at windows gave the place an immediate sense it was a man's room. Holding her breath, she waited for Mark to say something.

"Nice playroom," he said, moving around the bar. "want to learn how to make a Martini? Come here. I brought some booze at the liquor store."

Selecting a glass and a small glass pitcher he filled it with ice from a canister. Carefully measuring out gin from an expensive-looking bottle, following that with a few drops of vermouth and a twist of lemon, he shook the mixture until crystal pitcher was slightly frosted before pouring the drink into glass.

"This is the way I like a Martini. Neat, straight up; just like you like cocks."

Kate blushed, madly. She'd made that comment days earlier while fellating him, an act she was beginning to crave as much as her other favourite sexual act, and here he was tossing words right back in her face. Hating to admit it, she loved his nasty talk.

"Hope you remember how to make this," he continued. "It's my favourite. Not hard. Think you can make one?" He glanced up as he sipped the drink. "Oh, by the way, open that closet; check inside."

She went to the closet and opened the door. Inside, a single small black suitcase sat on the floor.

"Bring it over here," he smiled. "Open it."

Picking it up, she returned to the large leather couch where Mark had seated himself.

"Go ahead. Open it," he grinned, mischievously.

The suitcase held an eccentric collection of erotic objects, including five-inch high-heel black pumps, two new pairs of smoky-tan European style self-gartered stockings, white satin Lycra-Spandex lingerie: a demi-bra, and two pairs of matching white satin Lycra-Spandex bikini thongs. The long black leather riding-quirt, a slim chrome eight inch long battery operated dildo, one very realistic crystal-clear ten inch cock with balls, an assortment of sex lubricants, police style chrome handcuffs and box of surgical latex rubber gloves made Kate giggle nervously. Her breathing quickened as she explored the contents of the suitcase. Mark was still grinning.

"What's all this?" she giggled. "Your traveling circus?"

"An interesting collection," he smiled. "Wondering why I asked you to get them?"

"Not really," she whispered, then giggled again. "I have a good idea! You're not going to make me pose for that film-maker, are you? You're not really going to make me suck him off?"

"Well; I'd almost forgotten about him."

"You're so bad, Mark! What am I going to do with you?"

"I have a few suggestions, but for beginners, peal-off those clothes, but not your panties. They're perfect for what I have in mind. Put on the stockings and heels. I'm sure they're your size. The bra, too. I have a video I want you to watch. I'll do the VCR while you change."

Kate removed the silk blouse, tight skirt and shoes. She wasn't wearing a bra and conical nipples hardened almost painfully as Mark watched her undress. Opening a package, she sat on the couch and pulled up the dark stockings, discovering to her delight that the unique garter design kept them snugly high on long shapely legs no matter what she might be doing. She hated saggy stockings, the reason she seldom wore them. Pantyhose were even worse and she was glad Mark detested them as much. The black spike heels were her size and the cute white Lycra-Spandex satin bra fit perfectly, lifting naturally-firm C-cup breasts even higher, dusty pink swollen nipples half exposed. Patting the arm of the couch, Mark picked up the remote.

"Come over here and sit on the floor next to me. I want you to watch this tape."

When he pressed the remote, the giant TV screen filled with a picture of a girl's face, one Kate didn't recognize. As more body came into view it became obvious the girl was wearing an almost identical costume. Focusing again on a sensuous face, the camera captured her unique Eurasian exotic good looks. Having to admit she was one of the prettiest girls she'd ever seen, Kate's heart beat faster when she realized the girl was kneeling between a man's thighs, the one holding the camera. Smiling lewdly, the girl moved closer to the lens as the lavender head of an erection came into focus. Cocks all look different and there was no doubt in Kate's mind that this thick uncircumcised one belonged to Mark. He'd filmed a girl about to give him head. With breathless curiosity as the girl wet voluptuous lips, Kate watched her take his swollen erection in a wanton mouth, sucking as though it was intoxicating.

Kate glanced at Mark. He was sipping his drink and watching the screen, smiling as the tape played out the moment of this highly-charged sexual encounter. No doubt the girl, whoever she was, was in love with what she was doing. Coming into the picture, Mark's hand offered the chrome dildo. There was no sound but Kate could see the girl was in heaven, using the dildo between her thighs as she fervently sucked his cock, arm movements a give-away as to what her unseen hand was doing.

"I wish we had some sound with the picture," smiled Mark, playing with the half-full Martini glass.

"Who is she?" asked Kate. "When did you film her?"

She wasn't the jealous type and Mark knew it.

"That's Gita. She's going to call in a few seconds. It's almost eight-thirty, isn't it?" As if on cue, the phone rang. "Answer it," he smiled, "it's for you."

Heart pounding, Kate picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

The connection was so perfect, the silky-smooth feminine voice sounded like she was in the same room.

"Hi! I'm glad you answered, Kate. This is Gita. Mark told me if I called at eight-thirty you'd probably be down on your knees. I'd love to see that! Am I interrupting anything?"

"Well . . . "

"I hope you're as hot as I am. I've been playing with myself tonight and my pussy is just burning! I wish you were here! I'd ask you to lick it! Are you watching the video?"

So aroused by the unexpected suggestion, Kate was almost speechless.

"How did you know we'd be here?"

"Mark wanted to surprise you. I hope you aren't jealous. That tape's a year old. We were, good friends back then. I met him on his first trip to India. I'm a stewardess." There was a pause before she continued. "What's he doing now?"

"He's enjoying a drink and your tape," blushed Kate, somewhat at odds to be talking on the phone about sex with some stranger who was fellating her new boyfriend on film. "Am I supposed to be watching this?"

"I wanted to meet you," the voice purred over the phone, "but knowing I couldn't get to Ibiza in time, I mailed the tape to Mark. That's why I'm calling, Kate. The tape and a phone call seemed like the next best thing to being there in person. I don't know if Mark described me. He knows I adore kinky games. If he didn't tell you anything about me, I will. I'm bi and madly sexual. Putting it mildly, I can't get enough!" (a sexy giggle) "I like all kinds of sex, and Mark was fun when we met. You aught to see my other tapes! I have some great footage of him licking pussy and girls sucking him off. My girlfriend shot a box of videos. If you enjoy visual images you'll love them. What do you think of my style?"

Kate looked at Mark. He was rubbing his crotch.

"You nasty man, you!" she whispered, giggling before she could stop herself.

"So, you're watching the tape. I guess it's obvious I love sucking his cock! Do you like watching me?"

"Sure!" giggled Kate, unable to keep from laughing.

"How old are you, Kate?"

"Twenty," answered Kate, fighting to keep from giggling nervously. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-five," cooed Gita. "So, you like watching people having sex? Have you ever watched others having sex in person?"

Growing ever more excited from the bizarre experience of watching some strange girl going down on her boyfriend and discussing it over a phone, Kate couldn't stop the giggle.

"Sure; I mean, it's real hot!"

"Gita," interrupted Mark, pressing the speaker-phone button, "hi. Why don't you tell us what you're doing while I tell you what's happening on this end."

"Ooooooo, that sounds fun!" oozed Gita. "Well; I'm just laying here on my hotel bed. I'm not wearing anything tonight but makeup. I have my favourite dildo you know where! Mark, baby; I wish it was your cock!"

"Tell Kate what you'd like her to do," said Mark.

"Ooooooo, that's a good idea! Kate; listen. Unzip his pants and take his cock out. Make him really hard, and Mark, honey, tell me how she's dressed."

Taking another sip, Mark put the drink on the table.

"Well; she's wearing dark seamless stockings and white satin underwear and black high-heels. She's a beautiful woman, Gita; quite attractive. She has very long blonde hair and very blue eyes. You'd like her figure. She has an elegant fucking arse and like you, a mouth made for cock-sucking. I've had a hard-on ever since we met! The truth is, I'm so horny, I'm ready to masturbate," he chuckled. "I wish she was playing with my cock. Watching this video is making me real hard."

Knowing how much he enjoyed kinky sex Kate quickly unzipped Mark's fly and took his cock out, once again amazed at the size of his uncircumcised sex as it quickly hardened in her hands. She was in a position to watch the screen as the girl went down, taking half of him down her throat. Licking eager lips, Kate looked up at him.

"Want me to suck you off while you watch her suckin' you off, you nasty pervert?"

She knew his penchant for that special sexual pleasure. Smiling, Mark twisted his fingers in her long hair. She was stroking his cock, making crystal tears of pre-cum well-up on the ruddy cock-head tip.

"Oooooo, yes;" moaned the sexy voice over the speaker phone, "let her suck your cock while I fuck my hot little pussy with my big, latex dildo; oooooooooooooo, yes! This is making me hot, too! Describe her mouth for me, Mark. Does she suck cock as good as I do? How far down can she take it?"

"She's a fast study! She sucks like a pro!" hissed Mark, watching Kate go down, taking his cock in an exceptionally warm mouth. "Her lips are hot pink tonight. You aughta see 'em around my cock. Un, ahhhhhhhhhhh, damn, she can take over half of me down her throat. God, Gita, she's such a beautiful cocksucker!"

"Ooooooooooooooo, my pussy's so hot!" panted Gita, voice dripping with sensuality. "I wish I could be there to watch her. Are you getting close to coming? I'm so hot I'm going to cum again soon! I wish you were shooting cum in my mouth, Mark! Does she let you do that?"

Laughter confirmed Gita's suspicion, guessing he'd find a girl who adored fellatio as much as he, his answer like a vibrator against over-sensitive clit, his voice actually making her climax.

"She loves swallowing cum, don't you, Kate?" he chuckled.

Kate could only hum as she sucked, but Gita could clearly hear sucking sounds over the phone.

"Oh, Mark, I wish I could watch her! She sounds like she's really good at it. If I was there, I'd share it with her. Would you enjoy that, Kate? I'd love to lick you while you suck cock. You'd love it, I know! I lick pussy really good. I bet yours is wet and juicy right now! I'm coming all over my fingers!"

Kate's pussy was on the verge of coming. She watched the expression on his face as she mouthed his smooth cock, pulling foreskin back and milking pre-cum from the tip, watching him watching the large screen. The image moved to slow motion as the surprised look on the girl's face registered the sudden force of the enormous climax that was filling her mouth. Like Kate, when Mark reached orgasm, he really came. The girl on screen pulled back, a long thick rope of semen trailing from ruddy cock-head to pink spoon-shaped tongue. While licking the tip, a second huge surge of jism erupted into her mouth. Jacking him off as though she'd done it forever, she was letting him enjoy the show, directing each pearlescent spurt into an open waiting mouth. Shimmering ropes of ejaculate dribbled from the corners of her plump-lipped mouth. Fluttering tongue as she swallowed, she took another massive spurt of cloudy semen between full swollen red lips, the wad slopping straight into her open cum-filled mouth. Mark was perspiring.

"You should see yourself eating my cum! You're a piggy when it comes to swallowing semen, Gita. God damn, this is making me really raunchy! I'm almost ready to shoot-off in Kate's mouth!"

Holding her hair, he pumped his hips upward while pulling her head down on each stroke of her talented mouth. Spasms drove through his loins, his balls tightened and he felt the dizzy rush of fluids racing up through the shaft and into the warm pink receptacle of Kate's eager cocksucking mouth.

"Fuck! What a load! Here it cums!"

"Oooooo, suck him off, Kate!" encouraged Gita. "I'm coming again, too! Swallow his cum, honey! Swallow while you watch me swallowing it, too! We're both drinking his cum at the same time! I wish I could watch you, you pretty girl! I want to watch you to swallow all his cum!"

Blowing his load, Mark shook with excitement.

"I'm coming right in her mouth! Right now! God damn! Suck it all down, Kate! Ummmmmmmm, uggnnnnnnnnnnn! Finger-fuck yourself while you swallow it, baby! Make yourself cum! God, Gita . . . I'm coming in her mouth while watching you sucking up my cum! Damn, this is hot! You aughta see this girl swallow cum! She's born to suck!"

Twice, Kate came while swallowing the warm sticky semen flooding her throat, pulsing orgasms filling her body with earth-shaking energy as thick ejaculate literally filled what she now considered a cum-chute mouth. Mark's cum was sweetly salty with a dark hint of spices. Holding the last spurts on her tongue, she savored the taste before swallowing the warm gooey mouthful, falling ever more in love with the act as well as the taste and texture of men's semen. This is what my mouth and throat are made for, she mused, warm thick jism coating both, a chute for men to fill me up with their cum!

"Did she swallow it?" asked Gita.

"Um-hummmmmmmmmm," gurgled Kate, licking lipstick smeared lips, "I swallowed all of it! God, he shoots such a load! I love the smell of cum and the way it tastes!"

"Stand up here next to me so I can feel you up," Mark grinned. "Her panties are soaked with pussy juice. I can smell her pussy it's so hot. I'm feeling her up right through the satin crotch; it's so smooth; it fits like skin. I'm pulling her panties away from her pussy lips. Jesus, Gita, she shaves her entire crotch like you do. Not a hair. And now; I'm finger-fucking her cunt!"

"Tell me what she tastes like. Lick her pussy, Mark. God, I wish I was there to eat her pussy, too!"

Standing, he pressed Kate down on her stomach over the edge of the dark leather couch, leaving that gorgeous tanned arse arched in the air. Pulling those snug glossy panties down in back over the perfect twin curves, he examined firm cheeks and the un-tanned flesh of her hairless crotch. Kneeling behind her he spread the cheeks even wider, enjoying the contrast between tanned cheeks and the three inch wide pale strip of flesh protected from the sun by her thong.

"It looks like she's wearing a thong. She's got a super-sexy tan line! Her crotch is so pale and her cheeks are so bronze. I'm going to use our little toy, the chrome dildo. Listen."

Turning the polished shaft, batteries purred to life. Lubricating the tip with excess girl-gush dribbling down Kate's firm thighs, he slid the shiny toy up into the pale pucker of her mouth-like anus. The naughty sensation made her quiver pleasurably, squirming as she let him invade her tight little pucker with the slippery shaft. She spread her long legs ever wider, knowing he was watching her inner pussy-lips open and the clear cunt-juices run from her pulsing pink tube. She loved to expose herself for his pleasure, to open her pussy with her fingers so he could see how juicy she was; to spread the cheeks of her arse so he could watch her finger-fuck her cute little anus. Gasping, Kate surrendered to a pussy-drenching orgasm.

"She's coming, Gita. I have to taste it. I'm going to lick her pussy while I fuck her arse with this dildo. Mmmmmmmmm uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn" he murmured, "she's so wet! Fuck, she tastes great! I love the taste of hot cunt; sweet pussy juice; mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, her pussy is so fuckin' beautiful!"

Cupping the beauty's firm arse with one hand and pressing his mouth over that sweet cleft, he worked his tongue up into her tight pink cunt-sheath. Muffled cries weren't from pain but from intense pleasure as multiple climaxes overcame her senses, sensations from each stroke making her cunt drench his mouth with tasty cunt-juice. She loved the feel of him working the dildo up her excited arsehole, his hand kneading muscle-hard buns, the sexy combinations making her nearly faint with pleasure.

"Fuck her, Mark; fuck he now!"

"Good idea, Gita. She's juicy," he grinned, standing behind Kate, pulling the foreskin back and rubbing the crest of his thick vein-wrapped erection between the lips of her open cunt.

Pressing forward, he sank into the heat of her slick tight cunt-sheath, a sensation so delicious, he almost came again. When he pulled back, inner lips held his erection so tightly it looked like he was about to turn her cunt inside out.

"Are you fucking her?" purred the voice on the phone. "I want to eat her pussy while you're fucking it!"

"You'd like it even more if I shot a load in her first."

"Oh, God! Cum tastes so good! Let her suck you again!" urged Gita, voice betraying sexual excess. "She should beg you to let her suck you off! Beg for it, Kate!"

Pulling out of her cunt and sitting back on the couch, cock as hard as it had been ten minutes earlier, Mark eyed the open suitcase. Licking cum-glossed lips, Kate turned and blushed, overpowered by the exciting drama yet always willing to please. There was something so liberating about not having to make decisions, knowing she was going to get used, knowing it would make her so hot she'd cum like a screaming maniac.

"Come on baby, she wants you to suck," he whispered, squeezing the shaft until its crest flared like an overripe plumb about to burst. "Pull your panties up tight and get down here. You love it when my cock tastes like cunt! Look at that froth you coated it with. Pull my foreskin back and suck your cream off of it first. I got another big load for you. Let me feed you your favourite dessert!"

Making sure her panties were wedged up into her crotch, and teasing the slippery satin into the deep cleft of her cunt, she bent over his crotch. Taking the cunt-juice coated shaft as far down her throat as she could, she swallowed, the musky aroma of excited pussy and sweaty balls filling her senses .

"Mmmmmmmmmmmggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Flaring in her mouth, the large cock-head grew so suddenly she had difficulty getting it into the back of her throat as she swallowed. It felt so heavenly as it stroked the roof of her mouth and tongue, and anticipating another creamy climax, she mewed like a hungry kitten.

"Oh, Mark; give me another big load of your tasty cum. I'm such a slut for it, baby! Give it to me!"

"God, I wish I could see you sucking him! You're making me so hungry for a big warm mouthful of cum," panted Gita, her excitement adding to Kate's.

Holding Kate's head with both hands, Mark flexed his hips upward, watching over half of his uncircumcised cock disappear as she went down, bright pink lips stretched wide to accommodate the size of the erection filling her mouth. Dizzy from the pleasure of watching her suck, he shifted his attention to her gorgeous body twisting between his thighs. Long tapered legs encased in sexy stockings, firm tits, conical nipples free of the white satin half-bra, cute little crotch hidden from sight by skintight white panties; and those bitchy black spike-heels, stabbing carpeted floor with staccato like strokes as she sucked cock like her life depended on it. All elements inflamed his passions to a near breaking point.

"Are you fucking her mouth?" The sexy voice purred from the speaker. "I can hear her sucking you. Tell me what it feels like. Describe what she's doing."

Words were difficult, but he panted with passion.

"She's fucking my cock with her mouth! It's fucking unbelievable! I can feel her sucking the head; she can almost go all the way down; she's gotta be swallowing to keep from gagging. She's trying to swallow the head of my cock. God damn, this is hot, Gita. You should really see this. She's a natural talent. She's gonna be able to swallow the whole thing if she keeps this up." He paused, adjusting his slacks so he could free both balls. "It's very sexy to watch her dressed like this while I'm fully clothed. It's so; fucking forbidden; so erotic. You'd love it, Gita. You'd love her looks! You'd fuckin' pay to lick her arse, you nasty little analingist!"

"Are you going to cum in her mouth or in her cunt?" purred Gita. "I remember you can shoot more than one big load!"

"Maybe, but first I want to play with her some more."

Slowly pulling back, he watched Kate's reluctance as his cock slipped from her eager mouth. Reaching into the suitcase, he selected a surgical rubber glove, and after pulling it on, oiled it with a sex lubricant as she stood, knowing she wanted to surrender to his urges, so excited she was shaking.

"I'm gonna bend her over the couch and inspect her crotch very closely. She's got the sweetest looking arse I think I've ever seen; nice as yours, Gita, and that's saying something! Some adult film-maker tried to get her to let him film her from behind this week. He fuckin' flipped when he saw her bend over. He offered her a couple of grand just to take pictures of her arse! The guy got a hard-on every time he saw her down at the pool. He even offered me a grand if I'd let her suck him off!" Mark hooked a finger under the waistband of her panties. "She probably would-a done it if I'd told her to."

Kate shuddered at the remark, knowing she would have if Mark had told her to do it; if he would have watched. The thought of being used made her pussy spasm.

"Her panties are so wet they're sticking to her. I'm pulling them away from her crotch; yeah; the whole fucking crotch is shiny with pussy juice. (long pause). Her little arsehole is really a picture! It's the same colour pink as her nipples. Remember what we did with Moon? I'm gonna do the same thing to her. I'm gonna give her a rectal examination and I'm gonna follow that with her favourite treat."

Rubbing his fingertips over the tiny winking pucker, he worked one oily digit up into her, felt her anal sphincter nearly sucking it in, felt it flex hard after the first knuckle slipped in; then he wiggled it in to the hilt.

"Oh, Mark," sighed Kate, cunt-cum drenching the arm of the couch, "more . . . gimme more!"

He followed the first finger with another, stretching her willing anus further open until he had three fingers deep up her throbbing arsehole.

"She's got very tight arse, Gita, but I'm getting her ready. Are you ready, baby? Tell us what you want, you anal slut."

"Oh, Mark," moaned Kate, knowing she was on the verge of getting what she wanted most. "Fuck me! Please; fuck my little butt! You know I want you to shoot a big hot load up my arsehole! Please! Please, Mark! Stick your cock up my arse and make me scream! I'd pay you to fuck me and cum up my arse! Backdoor my little arsehole!"

Laughing, he pulled the slippery rubber-gloved fingers from a well lubed tail, watching the one inch diameter pink tube spasming as it reluctantly closed. But before it could, he inserted the clear gelatin cock, a monster much larger in diameter than three fingers, pushing hard to get it into her tight anal opening.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo!" squealed Kate, almost pissing, "oh, Mark! That hurts so good! Fuck me up my arse!"

Having begged him on knees for the act, Kate had given herself four deep enemas before showering this evening. She'd grown to love the powerful sensation of taking a cock up her arse, having lost her anal virginity to her second boyfriend and his best pal. They'd gotten a little high on pot at a Friday night concert and she'd gone home with them afterward. Before realizing how far she was willing to go, her boyfriend had her half naked. She discovered she liked having an audience, becoming more aroused as she let his buddy watch her give head. She watched him open his pants to jack off, and when she saw the size of his cock she just had to sit on it while sucking her boyfriend off. He went along with it, too, and before long she was having sex with both at the same time, her boyfriend fucking her up her arsehole as she straddled and rode his pal's big cock. She'd climaxed so hard from double penetration, she begged for anal sex even when they were alone. That lead to enemas and she'd begun having climaxes while filling her colon with warm water, the only thing better, warm cum. Now, as he fucked her with the long clear phallic toy, Kate cried out with pleasure as she felt him shove the monster all the way up her warm, slippery arsehole.

"Did you hear that? I'm fucking her arse," he laughed, "with that clear gelatin cock! The big one; remember it? She loves it! What a woman! I've got all of it up her arse!"

Holding Kate by long her blonde hair, he pulled back, making her arch her back as he pumped her arsehole with the long transparent dildo.

"UUUNNnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg; do it faster; faster; you're makin' me cum! I'm gonna cum . . . I'm cumin'! Oh, shit, Mark! This is so good! Oh, fuck my tail! I'm cumin' so fuckin' good! Oh, baby! I'll do anything you ask if you shoot a load up my arse!"

Shoulders on carpet, hands hand-cuffed behind her back, hard-cheeked arse in the air; she was a vision Mark would never forget. The sexy young woman was so willing he couldn't wait another minute. Nearly dragging her by the hair, he turned her around, presenting her with the fully engorged, heavily veined rigidity of his awesome erection. She opened her mouth and he pushed the plumb-coloured head almost into her throat. Though handcuffed, she could hold the dildo while sucking, driving it to the hilt up her arse, plunging it in and out of her spasming arsehole, coming all over herself as she yielded to Mark's pulsing cock in her mouth. Almost embarrassed to admit it to herself, she couldn't wait for his semen, sucking so eagerly he couldn't hold back.

"Here I cum!" laughed Mark, hysterically. "I'm fuckin' coming again! Oh, baby, this is gonna be a fuckin' huge load! Swallow my cum, you gorgeous cocksuckin' cum-loving cunt! I'm shootin' off so fuckin' good! Swallow it!"

Still coming as Mark's jism over-filled her mouth, Kate guzzled the thick warm cum, slurping, swallowing, unable to get the steamy sex sauce down fast enough, thick streams of cum so intense and in such volume, that just like the girl on screen eating semen, cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Sticky white strings of unbroken semen draped conical pink-nippled breasts. Lifting long nipples to lips, she licked up dribbled semen.

"Fuck! Swallow it all, you hot cunt. Get it all. That's so hot! She's licking up cum from her nipples!" he smirked. "What an anal-oral bitch!"

"Oh, God, I wish I was there," Gita's voice filled the room. "I'm so horny I'm about ready to die! I want to eat her pussy, Mark. I want her to eat mine! How about it, Mark? Can I meet you guys the day after tomorrow? Want to make Gita happy? I'll make it worth your time, sweetie. I need it real badly! Please! I haven't had sex with a girl for weeks! I'll let you fuck me up my arse and I'll suck you off, too!"

Chuckling, he turned off the tape and tossed it in the suitcase, reached for the Martini, finished off the last swallow, then pulled Kate to her feet.

"What do you think, babe? want to eat . . . er, meet Gita?"

Taking a deep breath before answering, Kate giggled nervously.

"Why not. We'll be here three more days. Do you know how to find us, Gita?"

The answer had been well planned.

"You bet! I have to fly in the day after tomorrow!" purred Gita. "I'll call and leave a message if I miss you."

"You get your wish, Gita," he smiled. "See you when you get here. Good night!"

"Good night," Kate added.

There was a soft sigh before the phone went dead. More aroused now than thirty minutes earlier, the thought of meeting the exotic girl made Kate quiver with curiosity, wondering if Mark still liked her. Pressing her fingers into a juicy crotch, she tried soothing the need for more genital stimulation. She knew she could orgasm at least five more times without any problem but wasn't sure how she felt about watching some girl playing with her new boyfriend. Had Gita been there at that moment she wouldn't have had any reservations.

"Oh, Mark; you make me so hot when you call me nasty names. I am a nasty cum-swallowing slut, aren't I? Are you going to let Gita suck you off, too?" she asked, watching his face. "You want her too?"

"If you want me to; or if you want to do it with her," he smiled, pulling off his Italian loafers, "otherwise, I'm a happy camper. How about you? Are you liberated enough to play with an old girlfriend?"

"Would you be liberated enough to watch me fuck or suck-off my old boyfriends?" she smiled back. "You want to watch me having sex with a girl?"

"Only if you want it, too," he said, undressing. "Have you ever done it with a girl before?"

Kate smiled, but didn't answer.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?" continued Mark. "It would be really erotic. I've always been aroused by the myth of Lesbos. Beautiful women having sex together is a turn-on for lots of people."

"I've done it before," Kate smiled, watching him undress as she lay sprawled half naked over the arm of the couch. "I like doing girls and girls doing me. I'm not the jealous type, Mark. If you want her to suck you off it's okay with me. When were you together last?"

"Three months ago. Look, I'm gonna take a shower. Come on, take one with me. We can go out and get a bite to eat if you're still hungry."

Kate spanked his arse as he turned for the bathroom.

"She likes girls a lot," he continued. "I think she's mostly gay but she likes oral sex with me, too. She says I'm more than a mouthful! She calls me a `cunning linguist.'"

"I'll say!" she giggled, laughing at the intended twist. "You have a talented tongue, you devil! You sure make me have wonderful orgasms!" Blushing, she brushed thick long blonde hair away from her face with the back of her hand, a gesture now habit. "I may not want sex quite as frequently as you do, but that doesn't mean I don't want to please you," she smiled, stepping into the shower�with him. "I know how much you like sex, honey. I'll suck you off anytime. Just ask. You know I love doing it now, swallowing cum. You were right! The more I swallow the more I want! It's addictive! Cum sticks to the back of my throat and reminds me for hours how hot you get me!"

"I'm glad you like it!" he smiled, holding her in his arms. "I'm hard to take at times!"

"You're also hard to swallow!" she teased, doubling his double entendre, "but that's what I love, you sweet�thing! Mmmmmmmmmmm, trying to swallow you!"

Holding half-hard cock in her hand as they kissed, she enjoyed the memory of his climax exploding in the back of her throat. "I don't have to get-off all the time but I love the taste so much I sure enjoy pleasing you. Want me to suck you off again here in the shower? I'm more than willing if you want to cum again in my mouth!"

He smiled as they scrubbed each other.

"Later, sweetie!" He took a deep breath. "Maybe I'm one of those guys who shouldn't marry. You know; why try to live that social role-model when you'd rather be single. I'd be a disappointment to some good woman wanting a faithful husband. Every time the opportunity came along to have fun with another good-looking girl, I'd be ready. I mean, look at you. When we met I knew in a second I wanted to have sex with you. I'm as randy as that film-maker down at the pool. Know what I mean? I would've been real unhappy if we hadn't made love. You looked good enough to eat!"

"So you proved!" she blushed, shampooing his hair.

She held onto the grab-bars as he shaved her crotch, raising her legs one at a time so he could shave every inch of sweet flesh. Looking out the window at palm trees silhouetted against a night skyline, she remembered how excited he'd made her, licking so deliciously she'd orgasmed for hours.

"Are you going to lick Gita?"

Mark glanced up from his handiwork.

"Are you?" he asked, answering question with question.

She looked out the window again so he couldn't see the expression on her face, still excited and a little nervous at the same time.

"If you want me to," she answered, real question burning in mind. "Does she like back-door sex," she asked, just the thought making her dizzy, "like I do?"

Smiling, he nodded, lubricating her anal sphincter with a water-resistant lotion. She thought about watching him fuck the girl up the arse, that image making her hot as he worked two fingers up hers.

"Ooooooo, that feels so good, Mark. Mmmmmmmm, I like how smooth I feel right after you shave me. If I look good enough to eat, eat me now, baby! I want to cum again before dinner!"

Holding grab-bars as he licked and sucked her freshly shaved crotch, she orgasmed delightfully until she couldn't take it a second longer.

"Now, I'm hungry!" she giggled. "Let's go eat dinner. When we come back, you can feed me dessert in bed. You can even watch your old girlfriend eating you while feeding me my favourite cream-snack! Don't take advantage of me because I get so hot with you. It's just like you said, the more I suck, the more I'll want to. I'm glad you made me suck you off three of four times a day instead of fucking me up the arse each time like I wanted. You've made me so turned on by giving head I'd suck you off anytime you asked!"

They walked to the elevator, Mark's finger up her very slippery shithole as she wiggled satin-clad cheeks against his hand.

"You're so naughty!" she grinned, almost considering returning to their room. "I'm going to bring you back here and make you do that with your tongue!"

"Lick me, spank me, make me do nasty sex!" he laughed, as the elevator door opened. "I love the way you taste, sweetheart! Make me get down and lick it!"

Two Cockney slappers squeezing past as they entered the elevator overheard that remark. Giggled like schoolgirls, they turned and wagged tongues like Mick J. at a rock concert.

"Make him do it!" they giggled, hurrying off. "We would if we had the chance! Make him do it all night!"

Their laughter was cut short when elevator doors closed.

"Promises, promises!" Kate laughed, teasing his cock with her fingernails through cotton denim. "If those girls know what I have in mind, they'll be knocking on our door tonight!"

"I'll put up a sign!" laughed Mark, making her slap�his hand away from her crotch as they walked into the lobby, so aroused she was having difficulty keeping a straight face.

As they strolled through, affectionately close, the young Consignor watched the sensual swing of Kate's slim hips, long tapered legs and incredibly tight arse, the sight making his cock leap to attention. Paco Cortez was a victim of youthful hormones and just the sight of Kate aroused lustful thoughts in the young guy's mind. Seeing her earlier at the pool had given him such an insistent erection, he'd almost masturbated in the bushes before going on duty. Thinking himself alone behind the counter, no one close enough to see what he was about to do, he quickly freed and began stroking an impatient uncircumcised erection ever larger than Mark's

There isn't a girl alive who'd rush past Paco Cortez's erection without a lustful thought entering in her head. Endowed with a cock that would have made him a star in any X rated video, the pale shaft protruded well over nine inches from fly as he stroked himself, the lavender crest large as a ripe plumb as he held foreskin back to lubricate the shaft with pre-cum.

Unaware of what was happening back of the counter, Kate stopped and bent over momentarily to leaf-through a stack of flyers and magazines. Her stretch-fabric skirt was so short Paco could see the tan cheeks of her arse and the little strip of white glossy satin covering an adorably delectable crotch. Eyes focused on the sexy exhibition, Paco Cortez masturbated to a teeth-clenched orgasm. The massive white river of cum shot across a folded flyer in the waste-basket back of the desk as he imagined coming-off up the sexy girl's fabulous arse.

Little did he know what Kate would have said had she known what was going on back of the desk and through his mind. Fuck he sighed to himself, squeezing big thick drops from the engorged head, swags of semen dripping into the waste basket, I'd fuckin' pay for a taste of her arse! I could shoot another load up her arse right now!

A sound behind him made him jump. Pilar, the desk-clerk, had returned some five minutes earlier than expected, only to discover him jacking-off back of the counter.

"Paco!" she whispered, big blue eyes wide. "What are you doing?"

Although she wasn't as striking as Kate, Paco had fantasized fucking the not-quite five foot tall nymph, a saucy young blonde with perfectly proportioned figure. Cute was the word that described her in every respect right down to impish pout. While Pilar watched, Paco tried to get his big cock back in his pants, the silly smirk on the young girl's face reminding him of one of the blonde dancers he'd seen on an M/TV video.

Paco was 20, but his fake I.D. indicated he was 24. Looking like a teenage valley-girl more at home in a mall, Pilar had just turned 22. Even though she could prove it, there wasn't a club that didn't examine her ID with detective-like curiosity. Despite appearances, she wasn't an empty-headed doll, having earned a B.A. in business in only three years. Boyfriends were glad she'd studied more than business while going through school, developing habits she dearly adored.

"Wait a second, Paco," she whispered, glancing around the near empty lobby, "you didn't have to waste all of that!" Dropping to knees behind the counter, she carefully removed the flyer from the waste basket, examining the enormous pearlescent puddle clinging to it, a nearly twelve inch long thick rope of cum dangling from one edge. With one quick move she caught the thick swag with a pink-nailed fingertip, the next move brought the swinging wad to ample pink lips. Paco actually blushed as the tiny blonde raised the finger above her picture-pretty open mouth and lowered the cloudy jewel onto an obscenely long waiting pink tongue. Sucking her fingers with more than obscene pleasure, the entire cloudy rope of cum was gone in seconds. Six swipes with her long broad pink tongue wiped up the remaining giant puddle of shimmering cum. Licking plump lips she turned her head. Paco's cock was still hard as rock. Blushing at what she'd just done, she looked up.

"Is she still there? Are you watching her?"

He was looking between Kate's legs, and nodded.

"Keep watching her!" she whispered, quickly taking him in a made-for-sucking mouth, a habit she adored, fellating him so ardently he orgasmed within seconds while watching Kate's fabulous arse, but this time, blowing an equally massive load of warm ejaculate into young Pilar's eager-for-jism mouth.

Paco Cortez had thought of oral sex as something gays did, letting them suck his cock for ten bucks when he needed extra cash. He'd always enjoyed the sensation of coming in a mouth, letting men swallow colossal loads of his cum in dark alleys, doorways, theaters, and parking lots. Feeling her mouth swallowing, he tried imagining Kate doing the same thing as he held the counter to keep from falling.

After the spasms stopped, the tiny girl stood next to him, still holding his cock, glancing around as she worked desperately to swallow the huge remaining mouthful of warm cum. Lipstick slightly smeared, she smiled wistfully up into his eyes, whispering just loud enough for him to hear.

"You're real tasty, Paco! Golly, you shoot quarts! Next time you want to cum, tell me first! Golly! Don't waste it, silly boy!"

Licking swollen lips to get all the semen, she glanced at Kate who was still bending over the display while Mark waited patiently near the door.

"You don't have to masturbate, Paco. Don't waste it! I adore swallowing cum! I'll always suck you off, good!"

Kate bent over further.

"Oooooo, look at her panties, Paco! You were watching her, weren't you?" whispered Pilar, teasing more. "Did you like it like that, Paco? Shooting cum in my mouth while watching her bending over? She has a very pretty crotch!"

Her fingers were busy in her own panties. Paco nodded. Brochure in hand, Kate straightened and left holding Mark's arm. Not responding to Pilar's question, Paco left the counter somewhat embarrassed. Smiling at his nervousness, Pilar flushed with sexual pleasure from satisfying one of her favourite fantasies. She'd wanted to go-down on the boy from the first day she'd seen that bulge in his pants. Now she was sure she could give him head anytime she wanted. Watching him leave the lobby she fingered the large hard tip of her clit through the tight crotch of slick wet panties.

"Nice cum!" she said to no one, orgasming on dancing fingertips. "Mine and his!"

Paco could have cum again. He tried recapturing the moment but things had happened so fast he hadn't been prepared. He'd acted intuitively and perhaps Pilar had, too, sucking him off as good as any gay. Maybe it isn't perverted; swallowing cum. She swallowed it, too, he thought, absolutely sure he wasn't gay.

Paco liked fucking, especially fucking a young girl's arse, his long cock throbbing as he recalled the sight of Kate's. But gays are arse-fuckers, too, aren't they? Paco didn't care. He liked women. Thoughts of his next door neighbor flashed through his head. Vanessa, that was her name, the same as the redheaded Irish waitress working for the hotel. Two years older than he, the redhead had talked him into fucking her up her arse when he'd turned fourteen. Vanessa didn't just like getting fucked up her arse, she lived for it, convincing him it was okay because she couldn't get pregnant. That was important. Yes, she had a bitchin' arse and he'd filled it with semen almost every day for a year before she moved away. Cumming deep up her tight colon as many as eight times without stopping, he'd shot so much semen up her arse she'd taken to squeezing it out into a glass so she could play with the load of sticky goo. He remembered she'd shocked him further when she'd unexpectedly made a show of drinking the cloudy glassful while they were both masturbating, an act that made him ejaculate all over her hand, face and open mouth.

After she'd moved, it was back to jacking-off while reading sex stories in men's magazines, wishing he was still shooting quarts of cum up Vanessa's tight arsehole. After fucking another high school girl in the back seat of her car, he'd talked her into anal sex, too. Getting her a little drunk, he'd fucked her so hard up her arse without stopping the young girl was peeing down her legs. He wasn't sure but he thought he must have cum at least three times. After that date she'd refused to go out with him. She must have shit cum for a week, he laughed to himself.

Had he known what Kate had in mind for the long-haired man at her side, Paco would have gladly paid him a week's salary for the pleasure of just five minutes time between the cheeks of her gorgeous arse. Youthful cock pressed against tight pant-leg, he imagined fucking the beautiful girl's stunning arse.

Maybe I'll fuck Pilar's after work, he mused. Yeah, she has a really nice arse, too. Boy, the chick sure gives great head! I'm gonna let her suck me off again, too! That was real kinky, watchin' that chick's arse while cumin' in Pilar's mouth! A tremor shook him, as though he'd stuck a finger in a live electrical outlet. That was fuckin' hot! Next time I'll watch her mouth when I`m cumin' in it!

Unable to get her off his mind he thought about how nice her arse looked when she wore tight slacks, how on a couple of occasions he'd seen between her legs when he'd been down on his knees looking through lower cabinets for forms. She'd been standing on tiptoes, talking to guests at the counter, crotch-short skirt doing little to hide proud arse-cheeks. The manager had scolded her for wearing the too-short skirt. Once, when she'd bent over to pick up a pencil from the floor, he'd seen that narrow strip of glossy pink material between the cheeks of her arse. That view had given him a ragging hard-on, remembering Vanessa's crotch as she bent over, eagerly waiting for him to pull her pink panties down in back, waiting for her daily arse-fuck and repetitive hot loads of cum.

"Then I'll fuck the little bitch's arse good!" he laughed out loud. "Boy, she's so tiny I bet she has the world's tightest arsehole!"

Heading for a bite to eat, he was unaware of what the next few days held in store for sexual pleasure!

After punching-in, Paco Cortez put his time card back in the wall-box, checked his tie in the mirror above the hallway time-clock, then entered the lobby. He didn't mind wearing the semi-formal hotel costume. Actually, he thought it made him look a little older, an issue of importance to most younger guys. Paco hated getting carded when ordering a beer. The lobby was empty and Pilar was on the phone so he walked on through to the pool. Standing in the shade of smaller palms and lush green foliage, his attention faced a serious problem. Where to focus: Kate or Gita, his eyes going from one to the other, the sudden rush of hormonal energy in his groin signaling a rapidly rising hard-on. Fuck, he hissed to himself, noticing the man sandwiched between the two sexy women. Lucky bastard! Hand in pocket, he adjusted the angle of dangle so it wasn't lifting the front of his pants like some spring-loaded jack-in-the-box ready to pop when the top opened. Just feeling the long hard shaft felt so good he seriously considered jacking-off, perhaps slipping into the foliage where he could still see the girls but wouldn't be noticed as he made himself cum.

"Paco!"

The sound of his name being called made him quickly abandon the idea and he hurried back through the doors. The manager was still calling his name when Paco walked briskly through the open office-door, still trying to lose the hard-on.

"Yes sir . . . " he smiled, hands in front of his crotch. "You called, sir?"

"Paco," said his manager, looking up, "there you are. I've hired a temporary desk-clerk to cover Pilar and the other clerks when they take vacations. His name is Thomas. He's worked at a few smaller hotels so you'll need to brief him on our schedule, guest protocol, the time-clock, and phone system. You know what to do. Let's make sure Thomas is on the job by five. He'll be here at four. An hour should be enough time for orientation. We're slow right now so this is the best of all possible times for him to start. I want you to stay an extra hour, just in case. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Paco smiled. "Anything else, sir?"

"That's all, Paco. Keep me up to speed."

"Yes sir." Paco almost clicked heels but thought better of it.

"Oh, Paco," the manager added, "go talk with Pilar and see if there's anything she needs before she checks out. Give her anything she wants."

"Yes sir!" said Paco, clicking his heels before he could stop himself, guessing she had a few needs she'd like filled.

When Paco leaned on the counter, Pilar looked up from the phone and hung-up.

"My mother. . . " she explained. "I don't usually use the phone for personal calls, but my vacation . . . mom wants me to spend some time."

"Hey," Paco shrugged, "no big deal. Guess you're stoked to be gettin' a week off, right?" he grinned. "It's always great gettin'-off,"

Pilar blushed, madly.

"Mr. Kelly asked me to see if you needed anything before you take off. Need anything?" he grinned

Giggling self-consciously, Pilar looked out through the glass doors of the Lanai.

"I saw you looking at those girls," she whispered. "They're both so pretty. Does she still make you horny?"

Paco just smiled and shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the pool. "Which one?" he asked innocently.

"Either one," Pilar giggled. "You know, silly. The one who made you jack-off." she teased. "Remember? I watched the whole time. I saw you doing it, Paco." She watched his face as he watched the girls. "Paco, you don't have to masturbate," she whispered, licking plump lips suggestively. "Remember?"

He remembered all right, looking back, eyeing the tangle-haired blonde with that smile.

"Lookin' good, Pilar. Like your dress. Bet Mr. Kelly likes it, too. You takin' care of Mr. Kelly as good as you take care of the other help?" he teased, placing obvious emphasis on the question.

"No, I don't take care of Mr. Kelly!" Pilar hissed back. "He's . . . you know . . . gay?" Her remark made her blush.

"Oh," Paco shrugged again. "I didn't know. He's never offered to suck my dick."

Pilar blushed so hotly, she had to turn away.

"Leavin' as soon as your shift's over?" he asked. "The new clerk's gonna be here at four. I gotta show him around, you know, so he knows what's up."

Pilar glanced up at Paco, wondering if he was making an intentional double entendre.

"What did you have in mind?" she smiled. "Guess I could stick around a little while."

Paco nodded. "Okay. See you."

He watched her go out to the pool to remind Kate that it was time to turn over, and had to adjust his condition once more after watching the girls oiling each other's golden-bronze skin. Insistent hormones almost made him take Pilar up on her offer, but instead he decided to wait. It was almost four and he didn't want to hurry.

Thomas showed-up promptly at four and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was gay. Paco couldn't care less as he introduced Thomas to the late-shift routine . He was quick enough to convince Paco he was the guy for the job.

When Mr. Kelly left for the night, he gave Thomas a broad smile and a wave.

"Good luck, Thomas,"

"Yes sir," Thomas smiled back, silly grin on his face. "Yes sir."

Paco suspected there was more to the smile than work. But then, who cared. It was none of his business. At five, Thomas took his place at the front desk.

"Ring if you have any problems," said Paco. "That's my extension there. I have some stuff to catch-up on and then I'm going to dinner."

When he walked out to the pool, Kate, Gita and Mark were nowhere in sight. Sighing, he wished he'd at least seen them leaving. Turning, he almost fell over Pilar.

"Missed them, didn't you. Too bad. Want to get something to eat?" she asked, teasing curly blonde locks with her fingers. "Isn't this your break time?"

"Sure," he smiled. "What-a you want to eat?"

Glancing around the lobby, Pilar couldn't stop the sudden blush. Thomas was playing busy with two new guests. She looked up at Paco.

"I'd love to eat you!" she whispered, licking enticing pink lips. "Let's stop by your office"

Strolling past the front desk Paco nodded to Thomas, then turned down the hall toward his office. Following a short distance behind, Pilar was watching hard buns under tightly tailored pants. Unlocking the office door, he turned on the light. Small and institutionally uninteresting, the office featured an old desk, one frumpy antique overstuffed guest chair, a typical caster-wheel swivel desk chair, a wooden ladder-back chair, three green metal filing cabinets, three 1940's pictures of the South Seas, a hot rod poster and a pile of paperwork littering the desk.

"I gotta get this stuff filed," he shrugged, noncommittally. "Sometime soon. Work sure piles up."

Closing the door behind them, Pilar pressed the privacy lock. Without windows, the only light source was two surface-mounted fluorescents centered in the ten by ten ceiling.

"You want to work at the desk?" she smiled. "I can help, like straighten things up . . . "

Double entendres weren't lost on Paco and his smile signaled agreement. Pulling out the relatively comfortable swivel chair, he plopped, bouncing his legs while flipping through stacks of paper on the desk, eyeing Pilar between lines.

Tossing her purse on guest chair, she brushed back long tangled blonde hair, then used an elastic to hold it up in a cute tousled ponytail on top of her head.

"Reins," she giggled. Seeing the puzzled look on his face she tried again. "Ponytail . . .?"

Getting the joke, Paco laughed. Blushing again, her face bright-pink, his comment about her looks pleased Pilar. In a light pink cotton dress short enough to show off excellent legs and snug enough to make any guy notice the tight firm cheeks of her arse, her next best physical feature was her smile. Wide, it was perfectly suited for the task when wrapping sweet lips around hard cocks. The idea wasn't new. Having been told many times, she made a point of enhancing the image by using shocking-pink never-smear lipstick. The two stared at each other, neither speaking. Pilar rounded the desk.

"Want me to pick up that stuff on the floor?" she smiled, getting down on her hands and knees. "If you see anything you want, like tell me, okay?"

She crawled around in a circle, her dress so short Paco could see the entire crotch of the young blonde's glossy pussy-pink panties. Stopping next to his chair she looked up. Paco had opened the front of his trousers, and his well-endowed shaft was standing up like a flag pole from the fly. Having been so eager to suck him off the first time, she hadn't taken time to really appreciate his manhood. Smiling appreciatively, she appraised its colour and length, the almost rosy crest swollen and plump crowning a broad pale-blue-veined uncircumcised shaft. The slit on the tip held a clear crystal tear of pre-cum, a transparent pearl on the end of a magic staff. She almost salivated. Paco smiled.

"You're wearin' pink panties," he chuckled nervously.

Pilar couldn't ignore the long, thick erection.

"Paco. What a perfect cock! You've got the prettiest cock in the world. But I guess you already know that."

Paco almost blushed.

"Geez. You sure sucked it good!"

Licking her lips, she crawled between his legs.

"Let me suck it again," she pleaded, pulling the foreskin back and taking the top half of his erection in a very warm mouth, swirling her tongue around crest in light butterfly strokes, a technique she'd learned that made dates praise her talents as she swallowed the tasty abundant evidence of male carnal pleasure.

Paco almost ejaculated on her first stroke. Increasing the suction and fluttering her tongue under rubbery crest like a serpent, she looked up at him like she wanted to eat every inch. Grabbing her ponytail, he held her still so he wouldn't explode in her mouth so fast. Understanding his mood she slowed her teasing tongue.

"Let's make a little deal, Paco . . . " she smiled. "No more jacking-off unless I want to watch! Let me suck you off whenever you're horny, okay? If you see girls that give you a hard-on, let me know. We can always sneak in here an' I'll suck you off while you fantasize about them."

When the intensity passed Paco looked at her face. The girl was actually serious. She was looking up at him, pouty-lipped mouth an open invitation to a pending ejaculation as she held that unbelievably long tongue out under the swollen head of his big cock.

Why not? he thought, pulling her head down, letting the voracious little cock-sucker take him further into her mouth, warm saliva coating his cock and glistening on her swollen pink lips. Paco smiled, flexing his hips upwards. Pilar swallowed the shaft, relaxing until nine actual inches disappeared down her receptive throat. Not only does she give great head, the girl knows how to deep-throat! Pulling up on her hair, he watched the length of his cock reappear, sheathed snugly in full-lipped pout until only the crest was held captive between shocking pink lips. Pressing down sent eight inches pursuing the first one back into the warmth of her elastic throat as Paco began using reins to ride her mouth to a bronc-busting orgasm.

"Want me to just shoot it in your mouth?" he grinned, grabbing her long blonde ponytail, pumping the tiny girl's cock-filled mouth up and down on his erection.

"Ummmmm-Ummm!" she moaned, mouth so stuffed with cock she couldn't speak.

Stroking slippery foreskin with her small fist, she licked pre-cum glossed lips.

"Paco, I want your cum so badly. Cum in my mouth while I'm sucking. Shoot your big warm load of cum in my mouth. I can't wait to swallow it."

Up, down, up, down, faster and faster, no turning back, she was snorting through her nose like a runaway pony, saliva and pre-cum glossing the big pale shaft, obscenely stretching shocking-pink lips. He was stroking her throat as the climax burst from the throbbing cock-head, the massive first spurt on an up-stroke filling her mouth, the final six spurts so deep in the back of her throat she had little to do but swallow. Small pearls of cum and saliva seeped into the tight curls at the base of his cock as she pressed all the way down on the spurting organ, masturbating wildly while gulping down mouthfuls of her favourite sauce.

Paco hadn't spoken during the whole experience, but Pilar had wished he had. She enjoyed sexy words; nasty words! Nasty talk excited her to better orgasms while masturbating. Sucking cock while masturbating was her highest high, especially while getting a nice big warm load of cum in her mouth. She had two audio tapes made for her, sex sounds and dialog created by a talented guy who did voice-overs for TV. She'd had sex with him for two years and he knew what turned her on. Wearing earphones at home, she masturbated to blinding orgasms while listening to his tapes, fantasizing about his thick cock coming-off in her mouth. He didn't cum nearly as much as Paco, and his cock wasn't as long, but cum was like a drug to the young cock-sucker's psyche and she couldn't swallow enough of the warm tasty goo. When Paco let go of her hair she let the half-hard cock slip from her cum coated mouth.

"Ummmmmm," she swallowed again. "Let me get this, too."

Opening his fly, she sucked up the cum pooling around the base of his cock, not stopping until she was convinced there wasn't another drop. Using her fingers to milk the urethra, she made another huge sphere of semen puddle on the tip and licked it up. Satisfied, and having cum so good the crotch of her little pink panties was soaking wet, Pilar crawled out from under the desk.

"I think I got the solution to your problem licked," she giggled, thick semen glossing shocking-pink lips. "Like my non-smear lipstick?" she grinned, licking the glaze of cum from the plump pink lower lip with that tongue. "Paco, you shoot more cum than any guy I've ever done. God, I'm so glad you let me suck you off. Nothing makes me as excited as sucking cock, and you cum so many times! You're great! You're every cock-sucking girl's dream."

Zipping up fly, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's get out-a here," he said, standing. "Come on, I need to eat."

"You could always eat me," she suggested, pout on cute little face. "How about it? Want me for dessert?"

He opened the door and she followed him down the hall, her comment leaving him feeling edgy. He didn't know how to tell her he'd never eaten pussy. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. He'd just never done it. He'd fantasized about it, like when he thought about kissing Kate's arse, but he'd never actually done it. Basically, he was embarrassed to admit it to the tiny blonde nymphomaniac. Pilar chatted aimlessly as Paco ate, not speaking much as he pushed food around between bites.

"Did I do it good?" she asked again, knowing good and well she could suck the proverbial chrome off of a trailer-hitch.

Every high school date had praised her oral talents, especially after she'd had her tongue clipped, cutting the little piece of flesh underneath that kept it from extending as far as she wanted. He nodded, chewing a mouthful of fries and chicken sandwich before washing it down with a milk-shake.

"Sure," he mumbled. "Felt great."

Sipping ice tea, she tried to decide how to continue the one-sided conversation. Knowing Paco liked her, she was only unsure if perhaps she'd been too aggressive.

"Want anything else?" she smiled a stewardess smile.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Paco took a breath. His hunger for food was satisfied, but watching Pilar's mouth had kept his cock stiff. A small crystal bead of semen had dried, and now clung tenaciously like a beauty mark just a few centimeters below her pretty lower lip. Stifling a belch, he smiled, wondering why she hadn't licked it off. He was sure she could have.

"So . . . how much time do you have tonight?" he asked. "want to go back to the hotel?"

She waited for him to continue, an eyebrow raised to signal interest. If anyone could have seen under the table, they would have had an arousing view of her fingers playing in the juicy crotch of her tight pink panties. Glancing around as though there were spies, Paco leaned over the table, lowering his voice.

"Gee, you sure have a nice lookin' arse, Pilar. I could see it when you were crawlin' around on the floor. I almost got down there behind you!" he smiled his most wining smile, emphasizing the word, behind. "You like gettin' it like that?"

Almost painfully aware of her wet crotch, Pilar was receptively eager to fuck or suck, having to press her hand between her legs, so excited she thought she might pee. For her, sex just got better the longer it lasted, always wishing that guys could match her passion instead of shooting-off so fast and then losing interest.

"Let's go back to your office," she whispered, on the edge of an orgasm, thinking Paco wanted to lick her little crotch from behind. "I'm hot as a stolen gun!"

Paco had to adjust his pants before standing.

Pilar smiled to herself as he paid the bill. He's young and kind of dumb, she thought, but I bet his cock is hard all day! I bet he can cum five or six times without even stopping! Walking back to the hotel, she took his hand. Glancing down at her upturned face, Paco smiled.

Taking his time, Mark showered and shaved, letting the girls get to know each other. He could hear them talking in the other room. They'd showered and dressed while he did a few laps, returning thirty minutes after they'd abandoned him in the pool. He walked into their conversation bare-arse nude. With the exception of a lighter tan Speedo-shadow, he was as brown as an Indian.

Gita whistled and Kate giggled.

"Nice bod!" Gita smiled. "Hey, baby, going my way?"

"What's your way?" he laughed, going though his bag for clean shirt.

"The bi-way," giggled Gita, smiling at Kate. "How bout taking a ride with me? I'll show you a good time."

"You guys," he chuckled, Gita always able to make him laugh. "Let's go get dinner. I could eat a horse."

"How 'bout a pussy?" teased Gita, making Kate fall into such a state of laughter they were doubled over.

"I don't know who started the play-on-words game, but you two are a trip," laughed Kate. "I thought it was just you, Mark, but she's just as funny."

She couldn't stop laughing until they were in the elevator.

Leaving the hotel, Mark held the door open for two familiar faces they'd seen at the front desk, thinking they made a cute-looking couple. Recalling Kate's earlier remark, he had to tease.

"That's the guy you want to pick up? Looks like you got some cute competition," he grinned, looking longingly back at tiny Pilar's hard little arse and sexy legs.

Kate swatted his buns.

"Knock it off, buster or I'll jump your bones right here!"

Giggling at their silliness, Gita slipped her hand into Kate's. Mark grabbed her other hand and they swung her between them while crossing the street, her short dress floating up above her waist. Cars honked and a couple of whistles echoed in traffic as Gita tried to pull her dress back down.

"Be nice, you guys. Don't get me in too much trouble, at least not until you get me in bed," she teased.

Kate spanked her buns.

"Spank me, tease me, make me suck," giggled Gita as the two girls traded swats.

Dinner was perfect. Grilled veggies, Spanish rice and big, sauted sea-scallops, enjoyed by all with a White Muga, one of Mark's favourite wines. Gita had a slice of cheesecake. Mark would have loved to had a taste of hers. Kate had a slice of carrot cake. Mark ordered Espresso.

After strolling through a couple of shops the trio returned to their room. Kate tossed her scarf over the arm of the couch. Mark kicked off his loafers and Gita went to use the restroom.

"So, what took you two so long up here?" he asked when they were finally alone. "You were gone almost forty-five minutes. Did you have to go shopping for that bikini?"

Kate smiled, patronizingly.

"You know girls."

"I know you girls! What did she do? Throw you down on the bed when she got you alone? She likes eatin' pussy!"

"Other than putting some suntan oil on me and holding my hand, she hasn't done more than give me a kiss," she taunted, knowing how far she was stretching the truth. "So there, smarty."

"Yeah, but where did she kiss you?" he teased back.

"want to know? In the bathroom," she giggled.

On that remark, the bathroom door opened and there stood Gita, wearing white thigh-highs, skintight white Lycra-Spandex thong, five inch high white ankle-strap sandals, white half-cup bra to match panties and a white satin ribbon in thick ebony hair, now pulled high on top of her head in a ponytail. Her golden tan glowed with a light coating of body oil, her makeup right out of Hollywood movies: lips blood-red gloss, eyelids a lavender bronze with kohl eye-liner. Silver hoops in earlobes and silver bangles on wrists made her look like everyman's fantasy of what a Eurasian Gypsy call-girl should look like. Kate was speechless. Rolling his eyes upwards, Mark fell to his knees.

"Forgive me, Lord, for what I'm thinking!"

Gita walked toward the bed, stepped over him as he lay on the floor, and arranged herself seductively on top of the bed.

"I thought you might like to . . . slip into something a little more comfortable," she smiled, doing a pretty good voice impression of Madonna, "like; me."

Kate joined Mark on the floor, both laughing so hard it took almost five minutes to regain enough composure to get out one complete sentence.

"Oh, Gita . . . " Mark laughed, tears streaming, "you're something else. You missed your true calling. You could have been a stand-up call-girl. See why I like this girl?" he smiled at Kate. "No matter how serious I get, she always made me laugh. That's what life's all about."

Eying Gita, Kate got up.

"Okay, my turn in the bathroom, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do while I'm gone." She turned, finger to lower lip. "Guess that leaves things pretty wide open, doesn't it?" she giggled, shutting the bathroom door behind her.

"Was she talking about my legs?" giggled Gita, looking down, legs spread wide, the vision so inviting, Mark almost crawled across the floor to get to her crotch.

Thinking better of it, he sat up instead.

"Don't get me in trouble, at least not until Kate gets back here, okay?" he whispered. "I can't wait to . . . "

He was staring directly at the thin white elastic-satin strip spanning Gita's inviting crotch, outline of her plump little smoothly-shaved pussy-lips clearly exposed, though temptingly covered by the single-thickness material of her cute little panties.

"To?" asked Gita.

"Suck your pussy." He smiled when she crossed her legs. "I've though about licking your pussy ever since last time. It's been too long, Gita. You know, I actually get hungry for you? No one cums like you do. You addicted me to your warm slippery orgasms."

Gita smiled lewdly, chewing a thick lower lip.

"I'm glad, baby," she purred, squirming playfully. "I'm just as hungry for yours. I hope Kate won't mind if I suck you off tonight. Are you going to be able to, you know . . . cum a lot?" She blushed. "Wait, wait! I know you cum a lot, but, I mean, more than twice?"

Mark nodded. "I've been saving it all for tonight. At least half for you."

They grinned at each other like kids in a sand box.

"So, did you do Kate when the two of you came up here to get your bikini this afternoon?"

He watched carefully, knowing well enough she could tell a lie.

"Honest," she whispered, "I wanted to, but I didn't."

"Well, let's see what happens," he sighed. "I hope she's receptive to a little manage a trios How could she not?"

"Don't worry, be happy," Gita smiled. "Can I make you a drink while we're waiting?"

"Sure, why not," he said, "and while you're up, stick that tape in the VCR and put the remote by the bed. That's a good ice-breaker for starters."

Gita slipped the tape in the VCR, turned on M/TV and made a drink for Mark. He watched her every move, cock so hard in his pants, the old May West line came to mind. Gita must have heard it, too.

She handed him the drink, doing the impression perfectly.

"Say, big fella, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

On his back again, he was kicking heels in the air when Kate entered the room. It wasn't costume-competition that drove her, but Kate might have won had there been one. Black Euro self-garter hose encased delicious model-shapely legs, semitransparent material tapering into strips of nylon over slim hips, its waistband an integral part of the elastic design. The five inch high black fuck-me pumps had been a gift from Mark, the bra and panties a lightly laced satin version of what Gita was wearing, another Mark present. Long blonde hair was pulled high on top of her head, the mane held securely by a black elastic tie. Ear rings and jewelry were 24 carat Indian gold, her make-up nasty, nasty, nasty. Black eye-liner of course, with mid-night blue eye shadow, hint of blush on cheeks and shocking hot-pink lipstick with a golden gloss. Gold-dust highlighted aristocratic cheeks and upper curve of breasts pushed almost out of bra by its revealing design. She'd used the same lipstick on naturally pink conical nipples, now long and swollen from teasing herself while dressing. Crossing the room, she stepped over Mark who hadn't moved since she'd opened the door, and lay down next to Gita on the King-size bed.

"You're so firm . . . you're a C cup, too, aren't you?"

She was looking down at her breasts after admiring Gita's. Gita nodded, adjusting her bra like Kate's so aroused nipples were exposed.

"What are we watching? M/TV?"

Gita's face, although deeply tan, couldn't hide the blush as she surveyed Kate's figure, squirming impatiently for what she knew was going to be scorching sex while ogling the blonde's delectable body. Mark sat up.

"Oh, my god! What have I done to deserve this?"

Watching him getting to his feet was better than comedy, a guy trying to hide what looked like an iron pipe in the front of his slacks.

"Come over here," Kate smiled, patting the bed between her and Gita, "we suck but we won't bite."

Picking up his drink, Mark stumbled to the bed.

"Whatever happens," he smiled, "is strictly up to you. So far this movie is better than anything I could have dreamed."

Grabbing his hand Kate pulled him onto the bed between them. They stripped him naked in seconds, then sat back to admire their work, his eight inch erection as swollen as either could recall. A darkly-bronzed not overly-muscular man, dancer, swimmer, a hotly desirable playmate for almost any woman to enjoy, Mark's braided hair had come unbraided during their playful struggles. Unbraiding it completely, Kate brushed it out, salt and pepper curls fanning out from his sun-bronzed face.

"Not bad," she nodded to Gita, "not bad at all for a guy his age."

"Say what?" he frowned, up on an elbow.

Leaning across his body, tipping Gita's face to hers, Kate opened the stewardess' voluptuous mouth with her tongue, kissing the beauty until she couldn't lay still.

"Look, Gita; I know things could get kinda sticky, but, well, Mark and I are okay with each other. Maybe a little nasty sex is good for the love-life. I'm okay with this. I haven't done anything wild like this for a long time. We won't get serious, okay? Let's just have some hot nasty fun."

"Oh, Kate. I can't tell you how hot this makes me . . . "

"Come on, let's turn him around on the bed. Sit up, baby, put your feet on the floor."

Kneeling next to him on the bed, Kate turned his face to hers, sucking his tongue with such serpentine talent it made him dizzy.

"We're gonna get very nasty, baby. I'm ready for anything; you wanted me this way. I hope you can handle it."

Lips pressed against his, she fucked his mouth with her tongue. When she broke the kiss, he was panting like a runner, cock-head swollen and wet with pre-cum. Gita was shivering with lust as she watched the two lovers, toying with her own swollen clit through the crotch of her skintight panties, so close to orgasm she couldn't speak.

"Guest first," grinned Kate, pulling Gita closer. "You've been planning this for days. I want to watch you suck him off. The tape was good but watching in person will be much better. I can see you in the mirror, too. So can you, Mark. Watch whatever you like. Go for it. Do it. It's okay with me."

Gita looked at Mark, then back at Kate, hesitation is her eyes. Kate reached out a pinched one of her dusky-pink nipples that was peeking over the edge of the white satin half-bra.

"Look, I want to see you take his orgasm right in your mouth. I've never seen a girl suck him off. Go ahead, get down there between his legs and show me just how you like it. I want to see you giving him head."

Moaning like a cat in heat, Gita slid off the edge of the bed like molten lava and got between Mark's legs. He was shaking with undeniable excitement as she cupped his warm balls in the palm of her small hand, almost encircling the cock-shaft with her other. Pre-cum crystal tears welled up on the tip as she wet her full ripe-red lips. Looking up at Kate and then at Mark, she opened her beautiful mouth and slowly took him all the way down her throat.

Kate had to slip her fingers between her own warm thighs, teasing a swollen clit toward climax.

"God, Gita, that looks so hot," she whispered, fingering a juicy-wet crotch. "How do you get it all the way down without gagging? He's really hard. He's gonna cum fast."

Sucking deeply and breathing through her nose, Gita began a series of long slow strokes, each taking him deeper until she felt him coming.

"I can't hold it, Kate. Here it cums!" he panted, "I'm fuckin' coming . . . oh, Gita, keep sucking . . . it's so good . . . ohhhh, fuck . . . oh, Kate, you wanted to watch! Look at her. I'm shooting off right in her fucking mouth! Look! She's swallowed my whole cock. I'm shooting off right down her fucking throat."

Empathy took over as Kate tried to imagine what Gita was feeling, watching with heated fascination as the tiny beauty took such a massive climax in the back of her throat it nearly made her gag. Opening crimson-glossed lips, a cloudy wave of semen gushed in a wave from Gita's happy mouth, dribbling down her chin and all over Mark's throbbing cock. The orgasm ripping upward through Kate's body filled her with light, an energy so strong her scalp was tingling, so intense, her satin panties couldn't keep pussy-juice from getting all over her stockings. Gita was coming, too, and looking in the mirror, Kate could see cunt-juice turning the thin white strip of satin into an oozing patch of slick slippery wetness. Gita wiggled her hips in pleasure.

"Ummmgggg . . . uuumggg gulp."

She gurgled with pleasure, gulping down jism, dark sparkling eyes watching Kate while she swallowed the first sticky warm surges. Kate was smiling lustfully, her hand a blur between wide spread stocking-covered thighs.

"Jesus . . . Show me his cum . . . "

Pulling away from erupting flesh, Gita cupped her hand under the spurting tip. Both girls watched fountaining semen filling the palm of her hand as she squeezed Mark's cock, milking each burst of cum from throbbing flesh like she was milking a cow.

"Ooooo, Gita. I LOVE it!" Kate gushed. "I LOVE seeing cum squirting out of a guy's cock. That really turns me on.

Leaning back on elbows and relishing the climax, Mark wallowed in the pure pleasure of being masturbated to orgasm so delightfully by such a talented sexy female. The sight of her in the mirror, perfect little arse, her oozing crotch, her erotic costume; all elements working together were making him cum like he hadn't had an orgasm for a week. When spasms slowed and Gita was unable to squeeze even another pearl from the still-hard cock, he began breathing almost normally. Cum smeared all over red lips and chin, Gita smiled at Kate. Kate was glowing.

"Lick it up . . . " she whispered. "I want to watch you lick up all that cum. I want to watch you swallow it. Open you mouth and let me see it first. Show it to me before you swallow.

Gita looked at the palm of her hand overflowing with cloudy semen, a pool of milky-white shimmering jizz, scent so heady and masculine it made her shiver and salivate like a Pavlovian dog. Raising hand to mouth and inhaling the musk-like aroma, she extended her tongue and cat-like licked up clingy ejaculate like honey nectar. She didn't swallow. Climbing up onto the bed next to Kate, she tipped her head back and opened her mouth. A small dribble of semen ran from the corners down her chin. Eye contact with Kate continued until Kate leaned close enough to see inside Gita's mouth, both females finger-fucking themselves almost frantically. It was a lake of cum! Moaning, Kate reached orgasm and Gita swallowed at the same time, the climax so exciting she had to hold onto Kate for support. Perspiration covering her upper lip, Kate began licking up the bubbles of cum from Gita's glossy red lips as semen clung tenaciously in the back of the exotic brunette's throat.

"I love it, too, glowed Gita. "There's two things about a spurting cock that make me horny: watching them cum, that's really a turn on, and the feeling and taste of cum when it's filling-up my mouth. That's the hottest of all.

On his back and watching the spectacle, cock still rampantly hard, Mark sighed with satisfaction.

"My God, you women are the most beautiful things in this world.

Pushing Kate onto her back, Gita slid down her body, kissing and sucking the blonde's long pink nipples, tonguing the indented navel, then moving back to now very-firm conical breasts. Whimpering like a puppy, Kate was wracked with excitement as the little sex-fiend used her so delightfully, kneading both breasts while sucking her long sensitive nipples, then kissing and licking Kate's mouth so ardently they climaxed again.

"Now . . . " she smiled, totally in charge of Kate's body, "spread your legs . . . wider . . . like that.

Slipping down between thigh-high encased quivering thighs, Gita kissed the shiny black satin, sucked cunt-juice through the thin material, teased and licked the open expanse of the satin-covered crotch until Kate climaxed, her erotic pleasure pumping pussy-juice right through the sheer satin fabric. Mewing cat-like, Gita licked all of it up.

"Don't STOP!" Kate begged. "I can keep coming . . . don't stop yet!"

With unexpected strength for such a tiny girl, Gita flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Spread your legs , baby . . . " she smiled, swatting Kate's cheeks. "Spread them as wide as you can."

Kate spread for her, quivering with heated excitement. Between wide spread legs, Gita rubbed the blonde's firm buns with both hands, squeezing sun-tanned flesh, feeling the muscle tone beneath golden skin. Like a snake holding itself off the ground, Kate raised her tight arse against the heated massage. Lowering her face between Kate's pretty as-cheeks, Gita's long tongue slipped along the edge of black satin, now thoroughly soaked with cunt-juice, licking and kissing, inhaling the scent of hot feminine crotch. Mark could smell the feminine fragrance from where he lay, the scent making his big cock jerk with excitement.

Gita glanced at him smiling, then returned her attentions to Kate's open crotch. Pulling the elastic crotch of her black panties to one side she feasted her eyes on the objects of her desire: the open mouth of Kate's nude hot-pink cunt and the light-rosy pucker of the young girl's tiny anus. Sighing and smiling, she pressed her face between those warm sun-tanned cheeks and worked an almost four inch long tongue deep into Kate's juicy cunt.

Kate came. So did Gita. They were coming in unison as Gita licked from puckered-arsehole to swollen clit and back again, kissing and sucking, flitting her clipped tongue in and out as she pressed her face even tighter between Kate's cheeks. Kate arched her firm arse up off of the bed to meet the delicious assault on her crotch. Never in her life had she been excited to this point. She couldn't stand the teasing a second longer.

"Stick your tongue up my arse" she begged. "PLEASE, Gita; please tongue-fuck my arsehole!"

Without hesitation, Gita made Kate scream as the platinum haired dream felt that serpentine tongue worm up her impatient-to-be-penetrated anus.

"Eat her arse out," Mark encouraged, "she loves buggery."

Gita's tongue reamed her faster as Mark crawled to her side. Shaking her by her shoulders, he pulled Gita away from her fun and Gita knew just what to do. She helped direct his hard-on into the tight little arse she'd been kissing, watched him slip in deeper and deeper into the saliva-lubed sheath until he was in to his balls. Kate went wild.

"Oh, baby, fuck me up my ARSE! Deeper! Oh, my GOD! Fuck my arse good! Stroke it, baby. I'm gonna cum so good! Fuck! Keep FUCKING me . . . don't stop . . . I'm coming so HARD . . . oh my GOD! Yes! Fuck my arsehole!" she screamed. "Fuck it; fuck it; FUCK IT!" she cried, anal sphincter holding him so tightly he couldn't have pulled out of her arse had he wanted.

Climbing between his legs, Gita played with his cunt-juice soaked balls as he stroked Kate's colon.

"This feel good?" she teased, ticking his warm nuts, fingers alternating between Kate's protruding clit and sticky heated balls. "You'll like this, she giggled, bending forward, inhaling the aroma of Mark's musky crotch. "Kate, baby, you'll like this image. I'm going to tongue-fuck your boyfriend's arsehole.

Mark's cock almost doubled in girth when he felt Gita's warm tongue invade his arse, a sensation so powerful he almost came on the next stroke. Unable to hold back, he lengthened the strokes, power-fucking Kate's butt while Gita pressed her face against his, her tongue so far up his arse she was teasing his cum-loaded prostate. That did it.

"I'm coming!" Kate cried. "Oh, God, I'm COMING! Oh, Mark! Oh, baby . . . FUCK my shitter! Fuck it! Stoke me DEEPER!"

Squirming beneath Kate's sweating body and laying on her back, Gita began licking a very juicy pussy as Mark fucked Kate up her arse. Kate was frantic with lust, maddened with desire to take an enormous load up her arse. Grunting with sexual energy, Mark's orgasm exploded, cum shooting with such force Kate could feel every spurt, her pleasure so intense she nearly fainted.

"Pull out and shoot the rest of your cum in my mouth!" cried Gita between licks. "Shoot it all over her open arsehole and it'll run right in my mouth!

Mark did, coming for what seemed like eternity as her tongue caught his tremendous climax. It drenched Kate's still-open cum-lathered anal tube and open pink pussy lips, dribbling down the pale crack of her arse as he collapsed across her sweat-drenched body.

"That was hot, you guys. God, Kate, I watched his cum squirting all over your crotch and it just ran right into my mouth," glowed Gita. "That was so exciting it made me cum and I wasn't even playing with myself."

She massaged them both for almost an hour before the two took her on.

"I've been waiting for this," Mark smiled at Kate. "I want to see you swallowing her cum.

"Then out of the way," grinned Kate, trying to sit up.

"Wait," Gita giggled, "let me sit on your mouth. I don't want to get the bed any wetter than it already is."

Straddling her face, she watched Kate's tongue reach for the sticky white satin crotch. Remembering the taste of that tiny cunt-mouth, and aching to slip her tongue between those smoothly-shaved twin lips, Kate was dizzy with hunger for a juicy cunt-oyster. Gita knew it and smiled.

"If you make me cum like this you can get almost all of me right in your mouth. If I was masturbating I'd squirt so hard we wouldn't have a dry spot left on the bed.

Squatting down, she watched Kate's tongue licking the juice-soaked white satin from clit to arse, the thin strip actually dripping after each long lick. Squatting down harder, she let Kate suck it, the pretty girl swallowing from necessity as cum flowed through and around the slick satin fabric. Closer to orgasm, Gita quickly pulled the slick white satin to one side and Kate's tongue shot up her pussy like a snake, twisting and wiggling, fluttering and lapping at the pink gash until Gita screamed. Holding pussy-lips open, spreading them to the max, she watched Kate's tongue. When Gita climaxed, Kate covered the entire baby-skin smooth crotch with her mouth, swallowing the fabulously thick oyster-like nectar.

"Fuck her with your tongue while she's coming!" Mark urged. "She loves that! Doesn't she taste great?"

"Oh, Mark . . . " Gita panted, "she's an angel. I'm going to kidnap her and take her with me. Oh, Kate, you're making me cum again. Oh, baby! Here it is! Yes! Yes! YES!"

Only the sounds of Kate swallowing and heavy breathing filled the room, soft appreciative mummers of pleasure escaping lips as they climaxed together.

"Kiss it good . . . lick me . . . suck me . . . lick me . . . stick you tongue in me . . . all the way in . . . oh, baby, I love it. Lick me . . . SUCK me."

"My turn," Mark insisted. "You've had her for almost an hour. Get over here and sit on her face, Gita."

"All right," Kate sighed, feigning disappointment. "I've always known you wanted sex with other women." Unable to keep a straight face, she kissed him with tender passion. "Just kidding. I'm loving every second."

"Hey you guys, how about me?" Gita pouted. "You two have plenty of time to kiss-kiss. My little pussy is lonely. Come on, Mark, fuck it and kiss it for me and make it all better."

Rolling her over, Kate spanked the stewardess' perfect buns, until kicking and crying, she let her up.

"Listen, bitch girl; don't mess with my man or you'll be in trouble!" she teased, swatting Gita's glowing cheeks.

"Now you'll have to kiss it for me and make it better," Gita teased back, rubbing pink buns.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Mark lay down on the floor next to the mirror.

"There!" he smiled. "Just wiping-off a spot for you to sit. Now you have the best seat in the house."

Straddling his face, Gita watched herself in the mirror as she settled down on the young man's waiting tongue. Kate pressed the remote control, TV screen again filled with Gita's face, mouth jammed full of Mark's big cock. To Gita's delight, the TV was positioned so she could see the screen while looking in the mirror, enabling her to watch both images almost simultaneously. Kate hit the slow motion button as Gita scrubbed her satin crotch against Mark's tongue, pressing down; grinding slim hips in rotary motion, then spasming.

Squirt it right in his mouth, Gita, thought Kate, watching Gita's pussy lips spreading under wet elastic fabric. At least half a cup of cunt-cream spurted from the hot recesses of the stewardess' pulsing sheath. Overflowing the thin satin strip, pussy-cum flowed into Mark's open mouth in a continuous cloudy stream as Gita watched the image of herself coming in the mirror. Rigid from excitement, his cock bounced against his stomach as he tongue-fucked the beauty's pussy to three more pleasure-blinding orgasms.

"Okay, honey, you can fuck her now," Kate grinned, mischievously. "Go ahead. I want to watch you fuck her cunt."

Climbing off of his face, a grin on hers, Gita scooted back and sat down on his cock while holding the cunt-juice loaded crotch of her panties out of the way. All eight swollen inches spread her little pussy lips obscenely as she bounced up and down on the hard shaft, each stroke nearly turning her pink-lined cunt inside out. Another climax, pussy juice forcing its way past shaft, showering Mark's belly with warm feminine fluids.

"Oooooo, YES!" squealed Gita. "Oh, Kate! He has such a marvellous cock! Look at him making me cum!"

Kate was there to suck it up, tongue and mouth at the base of his cock, drinking the girl's orgasm from the deep fountain of lust.

"This is really good," panted Gita. "Lord, Mark, you have such a huge cock." Smiling at Kate, she had to laugh. "Oooooo! I could ride your boyfriend for hours, you naughty tramp."

"I won't last that long," Mark laughed. "Not if you keep bouncing up and down like this. Damn, girl, you have such a HOT little pussy."

Kate was still masturbating, both hands between long legs, one finger in her pussy, another one up a grateful just-fucked arsehole. Gita climbed off the tower of power and kissed Kate on the mouth as she masturbated.

"You nasty tramp! Stick your finger up your arsehole. Make yourself cum. What a nasty little whore."

Mark sat up, cock throbbing and glistening with pussy juice.

"Ah . . . ladies . . . " he interrupted, pointing at his rampant condition, "what we have here is an erection that was right on the verge of remembering how to cum."

Gita swatted Kate's hand away from her crotch.

"Your turn," she giggled. "Stop finger-fucking yourself. Remember when we were on the phone? You were giving him head while watching that . . . " indicating TV, slow-motion image of a cock stroking a willing mouth. "You were going to swallow his orgasm, right? Now I want to see you swallowing his cum."

"Get back on that toy, bitch," Kate giggled. "As soon as you make him cum, pull up and we can enjoy both shows at the same time."

Kate looked at Mark. He pointed at his cock.

"Get on it," he laughed, as Gita swung a leg over his hips and straddled him.

"Give it to me, baby!" she hissed. "Up my arse! I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll go blind!"

Closing his eyes, he feigned blindness.

"You win," he laughed. "I'm halfway there."

Squatting down as Kate lustfully directed his slippery cock into the girl's anal mouth, Gita's sucking sphincter swallowed the heavily-veined shaft to the hilt.

"Fuck!" she moaned, rolling her eyes. "You're so fucking big, baby! It's making me cum! I'm going to milk-you-off with my arsehole!"

Stroking Gita's pink clit with her fingertip as she climaxed, Kate took Mark's balls in her warm mouth, gently teasing while watching Gita's gratefully-stretched arsehole sucking him toward another orgasm, the elastic pink-lined tube another perfect semen-chute for her boyfriend's pending climax.

Passionately, both girls worked over his swelling sex, Kate licking Gita's juicy parted-lip cunt and Mark's full nuts while finger-fucking herself senseless. Feeling his scrotum tighten and his balls retract in her mouth, she looked up to see Gita's face register the power of his mighty climax erupting in the heat of her arse. Down she plunged, twisting panty-covered crotch against his pubes, stretching the satin fabric away from her anus as thick ropes of sticky ejaculate sluiced deep into her hot colon.

Eyes twinkling, Gita was watching herself and the on-screen images, her mouth talking his humongous climax as she came-off on Kate's tongue, Mark's cock blowing a fountain of steaming semen up her hot tight arsehole just like he had in her grateful mouth.

"Oh, Kate; he's such a good fuck. I may never fall in love but I'll always love sex.

Abandoning saliva-coated balls, Kate grabbed her boyfriend's surging cock and pulled it out of Gita's tight little arsehole, milking the last four heavy ropes of semen into an open mouth as Gita watched with lustful fascination.

"Suck that big dick, girl," she smirked. "Suck that arse-glazed hard-on, slut! Damn, that's hot. You pulled his cock right out of my shit-pipe and put it in your mouth and sucked it. Girl, you're a genuine nasty slut."

Slipping down next to Kate who was squeezing the last shimmering gobs from juicy saliva-covered shaft into her open mouth, Gita kissed her long and deeply, exploring every part of Kate's jism receptacle. Swapping cum like high school girls swap gum, lips and perspiring faces smeared with sex, the two kissed like maniacs, their breath reeking randy maleness, cunt, arsehole and semen. White bubbles of nut-cream on tongues and sex-swollen lips, they looked at each other with abandoned lust.

"Oh, fuck, baby, I love it. I love hot SWEATY sex," sighed Gita, dark eyes rolling up in her head.

As that heavily-veined erection slowly wilted, so did the girl's passion. Soon they lay swapping crotch-scented breaths, talented tongues flicking at little bubbles of pearl-like semen, quietly sucking cock-loving lips, their breathing slowing; eyelids growing heavier.

"You smell like a whore," whispered Kate.

"So do you," Gita giggled, one finger up Kate's slippery warm arsehole. "Your breath smells like you sucked-off an army! Lucky for me it's one of my favourite scents."

"I could swallow your pussy-cum all night," Kate sighed, kissing Gita's swollen red lower lip, sucking up a tiny drop of cloudy-white semen. "Mmmmm! It's like swallowing raw oysters. You make amazing loads of cunt-cum! Let me lick your pussy again? Give me another oyster?"

"If you'll let me suck yours at the same time," responded Gita, finger speeding up in the sexy girl's tight arse.

Almost wishing he were a girl, himself, Mark watched the girls enjoying sex on the bed, making each other orgasm every few minutes. In the morning, none of them would remember when they'd finally drifted off to sleep.

For the second time that evening, Paco unlocked his office, both times knowing he was going to enjoy the next hour or more of work. A message at reception said Mr. Kelly had called, pleased to know everything was going smoothly. Pilar was still tagging along like an affectionate puppy and although refuelled by dinner, Paco's appetite for dessert hadn't diminished. Unable to take his eyes off her tight lusciously-curved little-girl arse and perfect tapered legs, he wondered why he hadn't paid more attention to the sexy little blonde beauty until now.

"If it's okay with you, can I call my mother again?" she asked, toying with a long tangled blonde lock. "I told her I'd call back later. She worries."

Sitting down at his deck, Paco pointed to the phone.

"No problem. Make yourself at home."

Eying him flirtatiously, Pilar entered seven numbers.

"Mom; it's me again . . . sure . . . I'm fine, mom . . . sure . . . okay . . . are you okay, too? No, mom, I'm about to have something to eat . . . okay . . . un-huh . . . okay, mom, I'll call you in the morning. Bye, now."

Hanging up and blushing, she wondered if Paco picked-up on the double entendre.

"You know moms . . . "

Standing in front of him, seductively twisting to some internal rhythm, chin down, glancing up from under long dark eyelashes, she was heatedly interested in continuing their earlier conversation regarding her skimpy underwear.

"So . . . tell me about it, Paco. You said you could see my panties? Is my dress too short?"

Looking down coyly, the lustful little temptress raised the front of her skirt, revealing the smooth hot-pink satin crotch of her panties, a deep cleft centred between her smooth thighs. She only held her skirt up for a second as though to confirm the fact she was actually wearing any.

"Do you like looking at my panties, Paco, you naughty boy! You peek every chance you get! I bet you try looking up under all the girl's skirts! I bet you could see everything under that girl Kate's skirt while you were coming in my mouth. She was bending over so far I could see the crotch of her panties . . . I could see everything right through them."

She smiled sweetly up at him before pulling the front of her skirt back down as though she suddenly felt modest, hiding what she'd just let him glimpse. Being a voyeur had always excited him. He smiled, leaned back in his chair and shrugged.

"I like lookin'. You got a great figure for someone so tiny. You work out or somethin'?"

"I do? I mean, yes," Pilar blushed. "I go to the gym a lot. I love to exercise, like, going up an' down an' up an' down," she giggled, making him smile at her brazen inference to fellatio. "Want to see again?" she teased, wiggling her hips and playing with the hem of her short skirt, sensing her power in the game of sexual titillation. "That's why girls wear such tight bikini-bottoms at the beach; so boys can see everything right through them!"

Paco looked a little nervous, but grinned and nodded.

"Sure! Show me! Pull up your skirt and turn around."

"You only want to look?" teased Pilar, a naughty smile playing at corners of petulant lips. "If I let you look, what else are you going to do," she giggled, extending her tongue and flicking it over hot-pink lips suggestively. "Are you going to play with yourself again like you did back of the counter when you were looking at that Kate?"

Paco shrugged.

"Geez, I don't know. Just let me look, okay? Show me."

"I knew it! You're going to play with yourself while watching me, aren't you?" she teased. "That was exciting, Paco; watching you make yourself shoot-off! You sure have a big one, Paco. Do you call your penis a cock? I guess most guys do. Do you like doing that; what do you guys call it? Jerking-off? I bet it feels super! Do you jerk-off a lot while looking at girls?"

This time, it was Paco who blushed. He didn't answer so she kept teasing.

"So, that's what you have in mind! Okay, I'll let you see if you'll let me watch you jerk off!"

"Great," he nodded, reddening, "but I want to; you know; touch it. You could get down on your hands and knees again . . . " he hesitated, but having gone this far, decided he had nothing to lose, "like, I really like that, Pilar; you know, behind you. Do you like getting that way; like, from behind?"

Pilar's delicious little nookie was getting so wet she wanted to play with it like she did almost every night in the privacy of her bedroom. Perhaps Paco wasn't much different when it came to pleasing himself, but just knowing he wanted to play with her made her face red and her heart beat so hard he should have been able to hear it from across the room. Why she hadn't gotten his interest earlier was a mystery, since he certainly seemed more than interested now. Still toying with a light-blonde lock she gave him her best 'cute little girl' look, sucking her thumb while twisting slim hips.

"Paco," she teased, more aroused each second, "you want to do it to me like a little doggie? From behind? You're a nasty boy, Paco! Tell me what you want to do to me. This is making my little panties get very wet!"

Paco blushed again. He'd never been so teased by girls, and now he wasn't quite sure how to handle this young flirt. Loosening his collar, he wiped perspiration from his face with the back of his hand.

"Geez, come on, Pilar; cut me some slack . . . "

Doggie style, she thought, liking the idea. Maybe he'll get down on his hands and knees and lick me from behind!

Maybe she'll let me fuck her arse, he was thinking.

Adding spice to her recipe, Pilar strolled around his office, pretending to check-out the pictures on the wall, something she hadn't done earlier because she'd been so hot to get another big warm load of cum. That experience had left her so aroused she couldn't make up her mind which she wanted most. I wish he'd just pull it out and let me see it again, she thought. Cum! I sure loved sucking those juicy wads from his beautiful cock! His cum tastes so sweet and he shoots just gobs! I wish he wanted to lick my pussy! Oooooo! Fuck or suck; suck or fuck! Golly, I wish he'd talk real nasty to me! Fucking hot nasty talk makes me so cock-sucking fucking excited! Suck! Fuck! Pussy! Cock! Cum!

She had to giggle at herself after that rush of mental remarks, and she was almost glad he couldn't guess what she'd been thinking. Standing directly across from him, she slowly hiked-up the hem of her short pink skirt, knowing he was staring at her legs and arse. Moving to the next picture, she raised the hem even higher, wiggling her hips like she was dancing. In front of the third picture, the short skirt was up around her waist. Pretending to drop a pen, she bent over from the waist to pick it up, the delectable curve of her small firm arse fully exposed to Paco's view, her small plump pussy-lips visible under the ultra-thin pink satin crotch of very damp skintight panties. Her little sex-drama was exciting her as much as it was him. Taking her sweet time, wiggling her hips as though someone was feeling her up, she spread her legs enough to look at him from between slim thighs. I know he can see my pussy as good as he could see that girl Kate's, she thought. Oooooo, my God! He's jerkin' off!

Not missing a second of the curtain going up, Paco's cock had become so engorged he'd unzipped so he could stroke its hardening length. He'd followed the hem's journey, the perfect curve of firm little arse-cheeks coming into view, the damp pink satin V of her crotch, skimpy panties barely covering her little arsehole; alabaster flesh just above the pink elastic-lace top. He'd watched her perfectly-shaped legs as she spread them, separated at her crotch by a two inch wide key-hole shaped space where smooth thighs touched a few inches lower. He'd nearly cum when she wiggled what he considered a perfectly fuckable arse.

Jeez, he thought, I could get my whole hand between her legs with her holdin' 'em tight together! His cock jerked violently at that thought, imagining what it would be like to slide his well lubricated erection up her tight little arsehole while she was bending over. The swollen tip was oozing again and manipulations were causing a frothy white lather to form where foreskin met rubbery pink crest. Jesus, fuck! Maybe I should shoot-off on her fuckin' arse! Stroking elastic foreskin, he remembered days on summer-beaches when he openly stared at young girls' crotches as they lay on colourful blankets and towels, firm little tushes arched for voyeur's gaze. He even remembered the young girl who let him get between her legs and masturbate over her bikini-covered crotch for five dollars because she didn't have enough money for bus-fare home. He'd tried to hide that act from prying eyes, a large towel draped around his shoulders to conceal what he was doing as he stroked himself off, large wads of semen sticking to the tight brightly-flowered bikini, most of it clinging to the deep cleft in the center of her crotch. He'd stuck the five dollar bill to her cum-covered crotch before giggling girlfriends sent him running to keep from getting busted.

Fuck, that was hot, he thought. Maybe she'll let me pull her fuckin' panties down so I can cum right in the crotch! Whoa! That would be totally fuckin' hot! She'd rather suck, but that's not so bad, either. The chick sure digs suckin' dick. I wonder if she likes getting' arse-fucked. Look at that arse! I'd love to stick my cock right up her tight little arsehole! Holy fuck, look at that!

He was jerking his fist up and down rapidly as he appraised the tiny girl's crotch, focused on the wet deep cleft in the center. Pale flesh confirming that she avoided sun completely, Pilar straightened and glanced over her shoulder to verify what she thought she'd just seen. Paco was jerking off!

"Paco," she teased. "I thought you were going to tell me what you were doing? You said you were going to let me watch you jerk-off! Look how big you've made it! Are you going to make it squirt while I watch?"

Paco slowed his strokes.

"Jesus, you can see what I'm doin'," he said, face red. "Come over here an' get down on yer hands and knees."

Blushing madly, but still holding her dress up around her slim waist, Pilar quickly got down on all fours, hoping he wanted her to suck him off.

"I'm ready!" she giggled, opening kissable luscious pink lips and holding out her wide pink tongue.

"Jeez, you got the longest tongue I've ever seen! How do you do that?"

"I got it clipped," she giggled, lifting her tongue over the tip of her nose and pointing underneath. "See? I got that thing clipped that keeps people's tongues in their mouths."

"Jeez, didn't that hurt?"

"Not really. The surgeon who did my tits did it with a laser. It was all healed-up in less than a week. I told him I'd give him head if he'd do it for me; that I wanted to be able to really use my tongue. Let me show you."

"No! I mean, turn around the other way. You know what I want to see."

Though disappointed that he didn't ask her to start sucking, she knew exactly what he wanted to look at, what all boys wanted to see; a girl's panty-covered crotch.

"Okay, but tell me what you're going to do," she giggled, giving him a perfect view of her satin-covered crotch. "Know what, Paco? I love it when guys talk sexy. Treat me nasty, Paco! Do you want to see my pussy? Want me to take my panties off so you can see my pussy better?" she teased, playing with her swollen clit through the deep wet cleft of her shiny-pink wetness.

"No . . . no . . . I mean, I like it just like that," he said, remembering pictures of sexy girls in some of his favourite magazines.

Looking at pictures of girls wearing skimpy panties gave him such a hard-on he'd jacked-off for hours while browsing pages.

"I like the way you look," he said, stroking faster. "You look real sexy wearin' those sexy panties an' high heels. Jesus, you're hot! You're a hot little tease, an' I like that a lot! I wish more girls were like you."

He stood there staring at her arse, erection in hand. Pilar wiggled her slim hips invitingly, peeking over shoulder at him as he knelt-down behind her. Just seeing a big hard cock actually made her mouth water.

"So; you like seeing my sexy little panties, do you? What are you going to do to me, Paco?" she giggled, teasingly, the growing need to suck him off making her clit tingle with urgency. "Are you going to make yourself squirt cum again? Are you? You know what I want, Paco! I want it all in my mouth! Golly, Paco, I really want to swallow a mouthful! Mmmmmmmm! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Eyes riveted to the little pink strip of satin covering the girl's crotch, her fingers stroking the slippery wet fabric, hell, he wasn't even listening.

"Fuck! I dig jerkin' my fuckin' cock off! I'd like to jack-off a big hot load of cum on the crack of your arse!" he whispered rawly, reaching out and touching the warm wet strip of satin. "I'd like to pull your panties down so I could jack-off a big hot load-a cum right in the fuckin' crotch of your little pink panties! Then you'd have somethin' to remember me by all day!"

His four-letter talk made Pilar giggle, and pressing back against his fingers, she sighed and wiggled pleasurably as he rubbed the slippery material against her sensitive pussy lips and clit. The crotch of her panties turned white where he rubbed it, just like the froth around foreskin and the head of his cock.

"If you let me suck you again, I'd have something even BETTER to remind me of you. I'd feel your cum sticking to the back of my throat!" she giggled. "I can feel that all night long! I just adore the feeling of drinking loads of warm cum!"

Raising his fingers to his nose, he sniffed, the aroma of girlish pussy-juice filling his head. Pilar looked back and smiled when he stopped playing with her pussy.

"Lick it, Paco! Please? You'll like it! You'll like licking my pussy a lot!"

Tentatively touching his fingertips to tongue, the nearly tasteless juice reminded him of fresh celery. He liked celery, although he hated cauliflower. Jeez, I'm glad pussy doesn't taste like cauliflower, he thought. Maybe I should lick it. She sucked my cock. Magazines all say girls like getting' their pussies licked. Pilar was still wiggling her arse.

"Come on, Paco, you got me so hot for you. Please?" she begged. "LICK me! Taste my pussy. You'll make me VERY hot. I'd rather suck you, but I'll let you fuck me if you'll lick me first down there where you were touching me."

Paco's cock was making big demands, hormones having taken his brain prisoner. Bending closer, he slipped a finger under wet elastic fabric and pulled the tight pink Spandex satin away from the moist crotch, revealing a perfect little open pussy and a tiny pink anal pucker, no more than a dimple between the cheeks of a unbelievably cute arse. Lightly framed by the most delicate blonde fuzz, it was as beautiful as any magazine picture he'd ever seen.

Fuck, he thought, it's so tiny! I wonder if I can even get it in her. Moving closer, pussy-perfume filling flared nostrils, Pilar's arse in his face, Paco was caught in the tender trap. With a long resigned sigh, he pressed his mouth against her arse-crack, slipping his tongue down into the wetness of the young girl's juicy little twat, then up again against the almost imperceptible dimple, the sensation making her smooth anus pucker.

"Oh, Paco!"

It felt so delicious, Pilar almost cried. It'd been over a year since anyone had licked her pussy, a sensation so pleasurable it drove her wild. She wanted to say nasty things, to urge him further, but prudence was the better part of passion at the moment.

"That feels so wonderful," she said, instead. " Keep licking it, Paco. Don't quit yet. You're making me so excited You're real good, Paco Golly, don't stop! You're so good. You'll make me have an orgasm. Really. Don't stop now!"

To her absolute delight, Paco spread her arse-cheeks wide with both hands. That excited her even more. The handsome young guy was going to seriously get into licking her juicy little sex petals. Coming to their rescue, she held the elasticized crotch of her little panties out of the way as he licked her crotch from hot little clit back up to her sensitive anus. Analingus, she thought, having dreamed about it, but no one ever having done it to her, moaning with heated pleasure as he teased the little pucker with the tip of his exploring tongue. Maybe he'll stick it in me! It's even better than I dreamed! Mmmmm, it feels so wonderful it's gonna make me cum!

So excited from anticipation, she orgasmed on the spot, uncontrollably wetting slim thighs with pussy-dew. He kept licking, swallowing now, nose and mouth smeared with warm pussy-foam. Had anyone seen him at that moment, they might have suspected he had rabies. Quivering with intense pleasure, she climaxed powerfully, delighted that Paco was actually reciprocating orally! Oral sex is just the best! she thought, sucking air through clenched teeth as his wiggling tongue worked deeper up her arse. Coming on his tongue aroused her so, she was nearly overpowered by the need to reciprocate, to swallow a mouthful of thick, delicious cum. Almost turning to suck him off, she remembered she'd promised him a fuck.

"Are you just going to squirt your cum in my little panties," she giggled, playfully wiggling her stunning little arse.

Knowing he had to make her ready, Paco began working his tongue deeper into her little warm arsehole, deeper and deeper, each thrust making her gasp with pleasure, each penetration making her orgasm. The girl was turning to rubber! She'd never been so sexually excited, and unable to keep her mouth shut, a flood of nasty words suddenly cracked the dam of propriety.

"Paco, I'm so fucking hot! You're licking me so good! Oh, I love it . . . you're so GOOD! That feels SUPER GOOD! Do that again; yes . . . like that! Right up my little hot arsehole. You're making my little pussy just CUM so GOOD! Golly, that makes me just CRAZY when you lick my arse like that. You were right, Paco. I LOVE getting it from behind, but I'd just DIE for a big mouthful of HOT CUM! Give it to me, Paco. Let me suck you off. Please! Squirt your cum."

Lucky for her nasty talk was having its desired effect on male hormones. Tongue-fucking her arse and pussy more desperately, lusting now in what he'd never done, he was making up for lost time, intoxicated by the taste of hot young pussy, his head spinning with the flavor, scent and texture of the young girl's juicy crotch. Unable to guard her words, Pilar surrendered to lust, talking as nasty as she could.

"Paco, I want to swallow some CUM! I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth! Are you listening to me? Oh, all right . . . FUCK me, then! Go ahead, Paco, fuck me. I told you you could. Don't jerk-off. Please. I'm not going to get preg. My period starts in two days. It's okay. Fuck me fast. I want it like that. I LIKE a big hard cock filling my tight little puss! Fuck me like a little doggie, but please; when you're ready to squirt, shoot-off in my MOUTH. Please, Paco, oh yeah . . . PLEASE let me suck your beautiful cock. I'm so excited right now I'd kill for the chance to swallow a big hot load of cum."

So excited he was shaking, and kneeling behind her, Paco rubbed the head of his rampant cock up and down her bright-pink crack as she continued holding her little pink panties out of the way, touch of slick satin fabric against his leg like an electrical shock. Leaning into her, he grabbed her ponytail, the uncircumcised erection slipping smoothly into the wet heat of her incredibly tight vaginal-sheath, big balls slapping sensitive clit, tiny tight pussy-lips sucking the long slippery shaft. Absolute heaven!

Looking down at her crotch, he could see the pink inner pussy-lips grabbing his shaft every time he pulled back, the head captive just inside mouth of her young tight cunt, something he'd fantasized about as he masturbated over the school girl's crotch on the beach! Just above his cock-shaft a miniscule pucker was winking like a little eye and the memory of fucking a neighbor girl's arsehole made his vision blur. Almost on the verge of blowing a massive wad up her fantastically tight cunt, Pilar's next orgasm sent vaginal shock waves around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, Paco, fuck me HARDER!" she cried, firm little arse quivering wildly. "Golly, I'm coming all over your big cock!"

Pulling out of her sweet hot grip, Paco got down and sucked her pussy again, replacing his erection with tongue in her pulsing sheath, laving the swollen clit, her pussy-sheath spasming around his tongue like a vibrating vice, his nose up her tight virgin anus.

She does taste good, he thought. Maybe she wants me to fuck her up the arse. A string of orgasms had made her delirious, and she was bucking like a wild pony. Encouraged by her passion, Paco began tonguing her tiny arsehole so deeply the little girl nearly fainted. Catching her breath, Pilar screamed!

"Oh, Paco, oh YES! But let me take it in my MOUTH, Paco! Let me suck you off," she pleaded. Please, I GOTTA swallow cum real soon or I'll just DIE, Paco. Please!

Kneeling, cock in hand, glad that he hadn't shot-off in a hot bottomless cunt, Paco was almost afraid he'd never get it in her arse. Working the slippery wet tip of his cunt-juice lathered crest against the girl's tiny anal pucker, he watched the resistant target reluctantly surrender, opening slowly, an unwilling mouth as he pressed against it, until suddenly, his cock-head slipped past the fantastically tight ring of her virgin sphincter. It looked like he was fucking some little girl's doll.

"FUCK!" she cried out, feeling the cock-head invading her baby anus. "OH, FUCK, oh, my GOD! That's making me PEE! What are you DOING, Paco? I'm so hot I'm fucking pissing! OH! Fuckkkkk! Go ahead! Fuck me up my arse!"

The sensation so intense, and Pilar's nasty language inflaming overheated passions, Paco continued pushing, over nine plus inches of white cock-shaft slipping into virgin territory. Moaning like an unpaid whore, the tiny girl pissed down pale quivering legs.

"FUCK!" she panted, kneeling in a warm puddle of piss, "you're so fucking HUGE! What are you DOING to me? Oh, my GOD! You put your big cock all the way up my little hole. Oh, Paco! You're hurting my little arse so good. Fuck, suck, fuck, you nasty boy! Oh YESSSSSS! You're so fucking HUGE! Fuck me like that, Paco. FUCK me! Fuck my little arsehole! Jesus fucking son-a-va-bitch FUCK my hot arsehole you nasty fucking arse-sucking bastard! I've never HAD it up my little arsehole before. Fuck it HARDER, Paco! You're hurting me so good!! I never KNEW it would feel this good! Oh, Paco! If you cum up my arse I'll love you forever."

Now, it was Paco who was delirious. The sensation of getting his long cock up the little blonde's tight shithole made him shake like a car with a flat.

"Oh holy shit! I'm fuckin' it! My cock's all the way up your fuckin' tight little arsehole, you hot little cock-sucker! I'm fuckin' you right up your sweet little tight arse! I was gonna shoot off on your bitchin' little arse-cheeks . . . " (panting like a long distance runner) "I almost shot this load in your cunt . . . but now . . . I'm gonna shoot so much cum up your arse . . . you're gonna fuckin' love it, you fuckin' little cum-suckin' whore slut! I'm fuckin' cumin' up your hot fuckin' cum-suckin' arsehole!"

Pilar nearly fainted, not so much from discomfort, but from the pitch of excitement, Paco's words making her face burn with pleasure, wiggling her little arse like she'd been plugged into a high-voltage line. It's so good, she thought, but if he keeps fucking me like this he's going to cum in my arse, and I won't get a taste. Mouth watering, long swags of saliva were dribbling from her open pink lips.

Oh, Paco!" she cried, "I GOTTA taste it! Shoot your big hot load of sticky cum up my arse, you mother-fucking arse-fucker! I fucking love it! Shoot it in me, you fucking bastard! Oh, my God! Shoot it up my fucking arse and I'll squeeze it all out in my hand and drink it. Oh, Paco, YEAH . . . please! You know what I want. Let me have it in my mouth. Pull out an' squirt it all down my nasty cock-sucking throat. PLEASE!"

Pulling back, his huge cock left a perfectly round stretched hole, bright-pink inside, the girl's arse-mouth stretched wide open the size of his cock, a slick tube waiting for a load of warm cum. The tube looked so big compared to what the pucker promised it was unbelievable. That idea made him plug her arse like he was using a toilet-plunger, and holding his long cock with one hand and her ponytail with the other, he yanked her toward him as he slammed his rock-hard cock into that slippery anus, the entire shaft plunging into the tiny girl's rectum up to his nuts. Every time he pulled out, the girl's arsehole spasmed, wide-open pink tube waiting for the next deep stroke, each invasion making her orgasm every time he hit bottom, pee spraying from her urethra every time his big balls slapped her sensitive clit, a hard cock almost more than her little arse could take.

"Jesus, Pilar, I'm cumin', you hot little cock-sucker!" he panted. "Right up your hot little pink arse! Oh, holy fuck! This feels so fuckin' good! It's as good as your blow-jobs! I want to do this with another chick, too . . . at the same time. I want to see you lickin' pussy, you little cock-suckin' slut . . . I want to see you suckin' my cum out of a girl's messy cum-filled arsehole with that long tongue-a yours!"

Cock in fist, he squeezed out the first massive spurt of cum, blasting milky wads of pearlescent jizz into the open naked hole, watching the spasming open pink mouth of her anus swallow the giant wad of cum like a mouth.

The words 'cock-sucker', 'blow-jobs', and 'lickin' pussy', compounded by the feeling of hot cum hosing her colon made her so crazy with lust, that after the first two powerful spurts overfilled the well-fucked tube, she nearly fainted.

"I'll do anything for a taste of cum!" she cried. "Oh, yeah, Paco, SQUIRT it in my little arsehole."

Pink mouth open, serpentine tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth, saliva dripped to the floor. She couldn't see it, but she certainly could envision her cum-drenched arse capturing each spurt of warm clingy ejaculate as the boy plunged his stiff meat back into her slippery colon with unconcealed pleasure, blowing a second orgasm up her well-stretched no longer virgin arsehole.

To describe Paco's climax as large, or any adjective commonly used by sex-magazine writers wouldn't do it justice! So much semen shot up her arse, she felt like she'd just taken a quart-sized warm enema. When cum surges slowed, Paco pulled out.

Turning quicker than a Vegas card dealer's hands, Pilar grabbed the cum-oozing arse-fucking monster and sucked it into her grateful mouth, milking every drop she could get from the half-hard cock like she was milking a cow's teat, sucking up the gooey slightly salty ejaculate with such pleasure she had to lay down when she finished swallowing the colossal mess.

"Oh, my God, I fucking love swallowing it! Oh my God," she kept whispering, blue eyes half-closed from pleasure, long pink tongue swabbing sticky lips. "I love eating fucking cum! Oh my God! I can't get enough fucking cum! I wish there were dozens of you shooting cum in my mouth! Fuck, Paco, you shot so MUCH cum up my arse I don't know if I can walk! That was so unexpected, and so hot. If I'd known how exciting that would feel, I would have let you do it lots sooner."

Of course Paco took that as a sign that she was pleased with his performance, so he didn't ask the stupid question: "Was that good for you?"

She was pleased, all right! That was putting it mildly. Having earned the nick-name 'turkey' from high school boys because every guy knew she loved to 'gobble', Pilar had gone down on every kid she'd ever dated, devoted to the act as well as taste of warm cum. Even during school hours she'd taken advantage of every opportunity, following boys behind fences or maintenance buildings where she could give head. Down on her knees, she'd let them masturbate into her mouth while she masturbated, or sucked them off until they couldn't climax again, some days swallowing three or four loads of cum from each boy. In the first week of her freshman year she'd allowed two boys to do her at the same time, oral sex games getting better and better with practice. Letting one jack-off into the crotch of her panties while she fellated the second, she'd masturbate with the cum-soaked crotch of her tight satin panties while they watched. After coming a few times, she'd stuff her semen-saturated panties in her mouth and suck them dry, letting the boys watch as she finger-fucked herself wildly. She may have been small, but oh how the boys loved watching her play, and she'd been in heaven all year. Though swallowing what she would have described as 'gallons' of youthful semen while going through high school, she'd just as many orgasms in a row, herself. Doing it 'doggie-style', she had a guy lick her from behind as she sucked another kid off.

Had anyone performed analingus, and had they asked, she thought, recovering from Paco's buggering, I'm sure I would have been fucked up my arse before now! Eyes closed, she thought about her plastic surgeon, about how pleased she'd been after breast implants, about how aroused she'd made him when she'd asked to have her tongue clipped.

"Clip it for me and I'll stop by and suck you off every week for a year!"

He'd taken her up on the offer. She'd let him cum on that now amazingly-long tongue nearly fifty times since, holding it out for him as he jacked-off into her open mouth, sweating like a man possessed. She'd continued to see him just to let him masturbate onto her tongue while she masturbated for their mutual pleasure. Laying back in his big leather office chair, she'd spread her legs and pulled up the front of her skirt so he could watch her fingers at play in her panties. Like most men, seeing a young girl putting on a sex-show made him cum like a teenage boy.

When she finally looked up at him, Paco's face registered serious concern. Sitting up, her anus tender from such an invasion, she glanced around completely disoriented, as though not quite sure where she was. Truth was, she didn't.

"You okay?" he asked, offering her a hand.

Slightly wobbly on sexy high heels, she leaned against his chest until she was sure she could walk without bumping into something.

"Geez," he continued, "I hope we didn't make too much noise. We could get ourselves in a bunch a trouble."

Misty-eyed and licking semen from her lower lip and trying to swallow the clinging sensation of cum still coating the back of her throat, she nodded. Cum was seeping from her arsehole like hot maple syrup, leaving her so overpowered by the volume of ejaculate, she would have sucked off the whole football team had they been present.

"We wouldn't want to do that," she nodded, adjusting the sopping crotch of her little skintight panties to keep his cum from running down her beautiful legs, saving it for a desperate session of masturbation as soon as she could get to her bedroom. "Plus, it's probably getting late."

She tried, but she couldn't stop diddling herself as she tried regaining her composure.

"Golly, Paco, I'm so embarrassed. I didn't mean to talk so nasty and make so much noise. I guess I just got so carried away. I guess I should go and get some paper towels from the rest room and clean up the floor?"

"Yeah . . . sure," Paco agreed, forgetting to zip-up his fly. "You do that. I better go check on Thomas and see how he's doin' before I punch out."

"About my vacation . . . " Pilar smiled, still trying to swallow. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just taking my week off. Can we see each other while I'm on vacation?"

"Sure, if you'll do what I asked. I want to watch you havin' sex with a girl!"

Considering the request, she didn't immediately respond, remembering sex-capades with her best girlfriend the year before. That short episode had been wonderful, but the girl moved away just when they'd gotten really good in bed. To please her girlfriend, Pilar had her tongue clipped so she could really get it deep in the girl's tiny pussy. Her penchant for getting pussy-licked had been honed to an equally fine edge by her girlfriend's eager clipped-tongue, the two having such an affair, she'd cried after their separation. Just thinking about the girl's long tongue in her pussy made her orgasm against active fingers. Still fingering a swollen clit, she glanced down at Paco's fly.

"You're still unzipped," she smiled. "Are you going to let Thomas suck your cock . . . or can I?" she teased, imploring look on her innocent face. "Please, Paco, try an' understand. I have this need to suck. What I want most is cum, and you cum gallons. I just adore swallowing your cum. Give me another mouthful, Paco. Let me swallow your cum again and I'll do anything you ask. I'll hold my tongue out real far so you can see it shooting all over it so you can watch it going in my mouth."

"Ahhhhh . . . don't think I can, at least, not right now," he blushed, tucking half-hard cock Smiling woefully, she wiggled her tight skirt back down over sexy slim hips and opened the office door.

"Look, meet me at the counter an' I'll walk you to your car," he offered, remembering it was better to be polite. He didn't know what else to add.

Pilar perked up. "Gee, thanks, that would be super."

While she went to the rest room for paper towels, Paco checked on Thomas, read messages, reminded him about emergency phone numbers, assured him the night desk-man would be there right on time, then waited for Pilar so he could walk her to her car. Just a few minutes later she was back at the front desk.

She walked in silence until they got to the car. Turning and smiling she stood on tiptoes and gave him a kiss, rubbing her fingers over the still firm bulge in his pant leg.

"This felt so big when you stuck it up my little arse! You made me pee all over myself, you naughty boy. I've so embarrassed. I've never done that before. I had to make two trips to the girl's room for paper towels."

Giving the meat a firmer squeeze, she looked into grey eyes.

"Are you still horny? Don't you want me to go down on you again?" she giggled, getting into her car and patting the seat next to her. "If you let me, you know I'll do anything you ask, even with a girl, Paco . . . if you promise to let me swallow all of it this time," she smiled, licking here lips obscenely.

"Ga-night," he waived, shutting the door after making sure she was wearing her seat-belt. "Drive carefully."

"Okay," she nodded, pouting, "okay! I'll do it, Paco. I'll let you watch me having sex with a girl. I d do ANYTHING. I'll do it with any girl you want. I'll let you watch me stick my tongue all the way up her arse after you fuck it. Is that what you want? I'll suck it all out of her arse. You find her, but she's got to be at least as cute as that Kate, okay? Remember, you're passing up a good offer tonight," she teased. "Let me have what I want when we get together an' I'll do anything you want. You'll see!"

Watching the little Honda Civic disappear in evening traffic, he suddenly realized he didn't even know Pilar's phone number. Oh well, I can always look it up in the hotel records, he grinned, and anyway, she's gonna be the one who calls me! Her response about having sex with a girl was ringing in his hormone-controlled brain like a bell. Grinning lustfully on the walk back to the hotel, images of having two beautiful arses to fuck danced in front of his eyes, not to mention images of two girls licking each other's crotches! Holy fuck, he thought, squeezing his cock in his pants, I can't wait to see her lickin' a nice little cunt!

After brushing his teeth, showering and shaving, Mark walked back into the bedroom, drying his long hair with a towel. The girls were still sleeping. He'd peeled-off still sticky costumes, put them in a pillow case and asked the house keeper to make sure they were all carefully hand-washed at a local laundry and back by noon. Handing her a Jefferson, he'd closed the door. Fixing a cup of instant coffee, he browsed through the news, found little of interest and flicked on the VCR. A quick rewind, then back on forward allowed one more review of Gita's oral talent. Mark was rock-hard in seconds. When he climbed back into bed between the girls with the remote in hand, Kate stirred and Gita rolled over in his direction. Laying quietly, he took a sip of warm coffee.

"You up?" Gita murmured, reaching out, fingers brushing over his face, chest, belly and cock, warm fingers closing around rock-hard flesh, sighing as pre-cum made her fingers slippery. "You're up!" she giggled, eyes still closed. "I want breakfast in bed," she whispered, sliding down under the covers. "Remember Mumbai and our little playmate?"

Stirring and turning over, Kate raised one eyelid.

"Okay, what's going down?" she muttered. "Are you up already?"

"Gita, and yes, in the order of your questions," Mark chuckled.

Kate opened both eyes and sat up.

"Where's Gita?"

"Going down?" he smiled.

Kate pulled the covers back. Curled up around his leg, Gita was grinding her crotch slowly and purposely against his calf while sucking his huge morning erection. Kate had to smile.

"Nice work if you can get it," she sang. "Come on, Gita, you're gonna kill the poor guy."

"Un-unh," Gita moaned, sucking so loudly it was obscene, grunting as she made herself orgasm against his leg.

"She does that good, doesn't she?" Kate giggled, catching the warm scent of pussy-cum. "The greedy little piggy."

She tried to tickle her but Gita wouldn't quit sucking.

"How about kissing me while we have time? It may be my only chance to even get a kiss while she's around."

Crawling across his chest, she kissed him deeply, soul-kissing, tongue-sucking, lip-sucking kisses; kisses making her pussy tingle. Her breath still reeked of semen, so sexy he couldn't stop kissing her. Gita had reached orgasm twice, leaving his leg covered with a juicy frosting, oral skills increasing in direct proportion to the number of climaxes. Mark was getting closer and Kate sensed the urgency of each kiss.

"Go ahead, baby, cum-off in her mouth," she urged, whispering against his, her tongue doing to his throat what his cock was doing to Gita's. "Shoot it right down her throat, baby. She loves it. Go ahead; let her drink your tasty cum." She looked down. Gita had him so deep in her throat, Kate couldn't even see cock. "Jesus!" she said. "I gotta see this."

Moving down next to Gita, Kate's fingers slipped between her own pussy-lips. Mark was quivering, his hips jerking involuntarily, Gita holding his arse with both hands, rubbing her nose in pubic curls as she swallowed cock. She could see Gita's graceful throat expand every time she pulled him closer, stroking her throat with erection, cock going far past the back of her throat then coming into view shining with saliva. Gita's bright-red lips stretched in a wide O around the hardened shaft until only the cock-head was captive in her mouth, tongue doing black-magic on the underside. Swallowing excess saliva to make room for cock before sliding it back down her throat to the hilt, her tongue darted in and out at the base of his cock like a vibrator licking loaded balls. Kate came before he did. The swollen head of his cock was down Gita's throat when he reached orgasm.

"Oh, baby," urged Kate, caressing his naked chest. "Shoot it now, honey! She's got it all the way down her throat."

Mark was laughing almost hysterically.

"Oh! Gita! You're wonderful, but let me save this one. I want to give my baby a nice morning fuck."

Gita let his cock pop from her throat like a cork from a wine bottle.

"Mmmmmmm," she giggled, pre-cum drooling from swollen-lipped mouth Grinning up at Kate, she came-off on jiggling fingers. "Early bird gets the worm!" she teased. "Get up here and take a ride on this one."

Kate was laughing herself silly.

"Give me a kiss, you nasty little slut," she insisted. "I love worms."

Kissing her with the same kind of passion, Kate licked Gita's face, neck and tits.

"You're such a slut!" she scolded, spanking Gita's better than perfect arse. "But, I love it."

Within minutes, the girls were 69ing on the bed. Mark, cock still like stone, watched as they drenched the sheets with amazing orgasms.

"The maid is going to have a lot of work cleaning up this mess. She's going to have to change beds. Come on you two, give her a chance. The place smells like a whore-house. Let's go out for breakfast. I'll buy."

Almost a habit now, Kate swatted his buns.

"You always buy," she giggled, still enjoying Gita's attentions as the brunette continued licking her juicy crotch. "Aren't you gonna fuck me first?"

"After we come back from breakfast."

Closing blue eyes, Kate reached orgasm on her new playmate's tongue, clear cunt-juices spraying her girlfriend's lips and chin. Giggling and struggling, she pulled Gita into the bathroom, and after thirty minutes in the shower together, they took an hour getting ready. Mark was dressed in minutes but knew they'd dress to turn heads. They did, giving new meaning to the name 'street-walkers', holding hands, swinging arms and singing.

"Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to eat we go!"

Cars honked and guys whistled just like the day before.

"A rose between two thorns," he smiled, hand dangerously close to heaven.

"A thorn between two roses, dummy! Can't you get anything right?" teased Gita, grabbing at his crotch. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Whatever it is, I get to do it, first," laughed Kate.

When they got back, she sat him down by the mirror, and still wearing sexy her little micro skirt, tank top and heels, tied her hair up so they both could watch. Freeing cock from cotton boxers, she pulled them down just enough so she could play with his warm fury balls. He hardened quickly as she sucked, legs spread wide, fingers dancing in crotch of white satin-Spandex thong.

Gita got so excited, she got down behind her and licked the beauty's tiny arsehole until Kate reached orgasm. Turning around, Kate straddled Mark's legs and sat, directing the erection into a tight but juicy cunt while Gita held the thong to one side, watching the shaft slide in until every inch was buried to nuts in his girlfriend's hot elastic cock-loving cunt.

"I love it," hissed Kate. "Quick! Lick my clit!"

Grinning with lust, Gita spread Kate's pink pussy lips open with her thumbs and began licking the swollen pearl while the beautiful blonde bounced up and down on the hard rod filling her love-chute.

"My God!" Kate cried out. "You're makin' me cum-off so good! Here it is! I'm cumin'! Eat me, bitch! Swallow!"

Showers of feminine ejaculate sprayed across Gita's tongue and the little sex-fiend swallowed furiously as it filled her mouth. Kate's orgasm started a chain reaction, warm semen glossing his shaft as Mark's orgasm over-filled her spasming cunt. Gita made herself cum as she masturbated wildly between Kate's legs. As though choreographed, she lay on her back, catching and swallowing the sexy treat as cum drained from Kate's cunt-sheath when the willowy beauty squatted over her mouth. After licking Kate's cum-messy cunt clean, Gita rolled over and licked up the remaining overflow of jism from Mark's sticky groin.

"God, you sure lick cunt good, Gita", smiled Kate, watching the Polynesian beauty's tongue working over Mark's balls. "You're the winner this morning."

Sexy bathing suits on, the girls went down to the pool, leaving Mark napping on the couch while they aroused passions at poolside in slinky skimpy curve-revealing attire. After pointing-out the film-maker to Gita, the two girls changed positions, laying so he could see between their legs. When he got up and went into his poolside room and closed the sliding door, they spread their legs even further, guessing that he was jerking-off while peeking at them through closed blinds.

"I'm not sucking his cock . . . unless Mark makes me," giggled Kate, pulling her swimsuit up tighter into her crotch, making sure the man could see the deep cleft between her tanned thighs. "Maybe I'm weird, but I like the thought of making men masturbate while they're looking at me."

"I'd like to see that," smirked Gita. "I like watching girls being made to perform obscene acts. Who knows? Maybe that fat bastard makes lots of semen. I know a girl in India who'd suck him off in a second. She enjoys strange kinky sex."

"I've never has sex with someone who didn't turn me on," said Kate, slowly dry-humping the sun-warmed towel, "but I've gotten to the point that if Mark told me to, I'd even suck that fat-man. In a way, it excites me to think about it, like it's so obscene, knowing he wants me to bend over so he can take pictures of my crotch, that he wants me to be in his X-rated movies, that he wants me to suck him off. I'm nasty, Gita The thought makes my pussy so wet."

"I understand," smiled Gita. "There's a man . . . an artist; he's crippled and badly scared from an accident. We met on a flight to India. He says he loves me. He moved there to paint pictures of young girls. He does, and the artwork is intensely erotic, but I'm sure he's not getting any Indian pussy. It's not just from sympathy . . . but I go up-country to his place at least twice a year. I buy some of his work, then I strip down to panties or thong and dance for him. When he's ready, when he's fully erect, I get down on my knees and suck him off until he can't cum again. It's always the same. He cums at least five or six times; each one makes me orgasm. Then I dress and leave and we never speak about it again."

Kate couldn't stop the powerful orgasm surging from her partially-covered cunt-lips, a climax that left the crotch of her swimsuit saturated with juice and a giant wet spot on her towel. She was also aware of her semen-oozing cunt.

Behind partially-closed curtains, a large fat-man was shooting a second load of cum into an almost empty scotch and soda, sweat beading on his forehead, sodden eyes on the deep cleft in the crotch of Kate's metallic swimsuit, on her fabulously tanned arse-cheeks, his fist stroking the erection as the last swag of jism clung to the rim. Sweating profusely and almost gasping for breath, he lifted the mostly ejaculate cocktail and swallowed it with one long sigh, tongue running around the edge to get the last sticky drops.

"Fuck," he sighed, swallowing again, "I wish I could suck her arse." He raised the glass again and licked up the cloudy reluctant residue.

When his half clothed assistant came out of the bedroom, a boy most described as 'pretty', eyes half-lidded, yawning, the fat-man motioned him closer.

"Stand over here. Hold the blinds so I can see out, but don't block my view," he said, down on his knees, positioning the eighteen year old so he still had a perfect view of the young girl's wide-spread glossy crotch.

Enduring what had become a twice-daily routine, the boy opened his pants and let the fat-man fellate him. The fat-man sucked noisily. The boy came almost at once and the man kept sucking until he'd swallowed two loads, never once looking away from the erotic sight only a few yards away. The Oriental girl was rubbing oil into the blonde's golden skin, boldly fingering the deep cleft between her wide spread legs. Kate was coming again and her swimsuit was doing nothing to hide it or the milky load oozing from the crotch of her swimsuit. Pushing the youth down on his knees, the fat-man stood.

"What nasty sluts . . . what dirty young whores. Suck me off, Today . . . hurry! Swallow this time if you want to keep your job. The next time you spit out my cum, you're going right back to Amand."

The youth sucked him to orgasm and swallowed the ejaculate as the fat-man held him by the hair, hips still thrusting, the smell of sweat and semen filling stale air. He was grateful that the fat-man only came once instead of twice.

"Now go wash-up," said the fat-man, "and bring me a drink. Phone George and get the cast and crew over here this morning. I want to finish that film. The men can wear condoms when they're fucking your arse, but you'll have to suck-out those rubbers and swallow all of it, Today . . . and look like you LIKE it when you empty those rubbers into your mouth."

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Today stood and headed for the rest room. "Yes, sir."

It hadn't taken him two years to realize that the film industry wasn't as glamorous as he once dreamed, and running away from home hadn't been smart. If I knew then what I know now, he thought, sitting on the can again, his arse still sore from what had been a ten hour nightmare.

Still virgin when he'd arrived in Spain, he'd gotten a ride with a truck driver, a nice guy who'd bought him food along the way. Now, two years later, he was sitting on the can shitting cum from what had seemed like an all night arse-bang; nine friends of the fat-man fucking him up the arse as they took turns making him suck their cocks. The fat-man had watched the whole episode while making a cute little runaway suck him off, a puffy-lipped girl he'd picked up at the bus station, a cute little chick in miniskirt and clogs.

"She's young, but the little cunt sure knows how to suck!" he'd chuckled, sipping Scotch and feeling her up through her panties as she submitted her arse to his curious fingers. "They start sucking younger and younger these days! She told me her father's been coming in her mouth since she was nine! She'd be a rich little cunt if she'd been charging him! Gotta love her, she swallows it, too! Daddy taught her right!"

The men laughed, as one made her bend over and hold her ankles.

"Spread your cheeks," he laughed.

She did, and though he made her suck and make it slippery, he had to really force it to get his big erection up her arse. He fucked her arse while she sucked the fat-man's cock.

"Here's a dollar!" he said, stuffing it up her cum-oozing tube with a finger after coming twice, laughing with the rest of the men. "Some one's gotta pay for a fuck this young!"

She'd cried for an hour after the fat-man let two of the larger men in the room DP her, young black men with very large virile cocks. They'd fucked her ruthlessly for over two hours; who knows how many times they'd cum.

"Take her, Amand, she's all yours," the fat-man had laughed, giving her to one of them to use however he desired as the ready-to-cry girl held her hand over her tender crotch.

Being back-doored while sucking cock, Today had watched the whole affair. He knew where the young girl would be taken. He'd turned tricks for the muscular black until he'd been sold to the fat-man. I wish there was something I could do, he thought as the little girl, crying and trying to pull up her panties, was roughly lead away by the muscular black pimp.

Now, looking into the mirror over the sink, tears welled up in Today's eyes. He blew his nose, brushed his teeth, took three enemas, a shower and dressed.

"George," he said when the phone was answered, "Mr. Scott wants to finish the film today over here at the hotel. I guess you'll have to call the crew and cast."

Mr. Scott was still peeking out the window.

"Where's my drink, Today? I'm not going to put up with you much longer. Amand would be very unhappy if he had to take you back."

Today brought the drink as the fat-man counted a huge roll of large denomination bills, then stuffed them into a black-leather bum-bag.

"Mind your own business, young man. You better make sure you use lots of anal-lube!" He laughed, choked on the drink, and spit the mouthful out. "Fuck!" He took another sip. "This is the last scene. You're going to suck-off all of the men while they take turns buggering you. You'll thank me for getting your arse warmed up last night! I got a million orders for this video!"

Today had quickly learned to take numerous enemas every time he had the chance, knowing Amand would make him suck his cock as soon as he'd pulled out of his arse. All the men made him do that, but he hated to fellate the fat-man after Mr. Scott buggered him, no matter what else he was forced to do. Once more, he wished the fat-man was dead as he looked down at the floor, waiting for whatever was to happen next.

The sweating fat-man was quiet again, peeking out the window at the blonde in the metallic swimsuit, his lips quivering strangely as he stared between her legs.

"Nasty whore . . . I'd like to watch Amand and his friends fuck her up her arse." He looked back at Todd. "Come over here and suck me off again. I want to cum in your mouth while that whore lets me look at her crotch. What a nasty whore. I think I'll get Amand to take her for a ride."

He laughed at that thought as Today got down on his knees and started sucking again. Heart pounding wildly, his cum surged into the boy's mouth as he watched Kate spreading her beautiful legs even wider, semen oozing from under the tight elastic edge.

"Swallow it all," he gasped, face red, fighting for breath, "don't spit it out!" He was gasping for breath now, a pain in his chest. "That's what I'll do . . . I'll get Amand and Douglas to take her for a ride. They'll teach that little whore to be nice to people like me . . . that little slut whore bitch! Who in the fuck does she think she is? When I'm done with her, she'll be sorry she turned down my offer. Go get me the phone and I'll call Amand . . . "

Using deep tanning oil, Gita applied a generous coating on Kate's graceful back and delicious legs. After making her spread them wider, she slipped her small hand between the blonde's warm thighs, oiling the smooth golden flesh, teasing her new playmate's pussy-cleft through the narrow crotch of the metallic Spandex swimsuit.

"Kate, you darling slut. You're making me want to go back op to the room. Your suit fits like second-skin," she purred, fingers sticky with Mark's semen. "Your little pussy-lips show right through this material as obvious as if you were nude. Mmmmmm, Mark must have shot a quart of cum up your little cunt this morning. My God, baby, its still oozing out." Raising hand to mouth, she licked sticky fingertips. "Mmmmmm, you're making me hungry! I wonder if that film guy can see between our legs. Is my suit as revealing as yours?"

"Even more," grinned Kate, lustily, remembering Mark's daring application of tanning-oil a few days earlier. "Want me to put some oil on you? You have such beautiful skin," she sighed, getting up and kneeling beside the exotic beauty, rubbing oil over shoulders, back and lusciously-curved perfect buns. "God, I wish mine was as naturally golden as yours. I gotta work at getting a tan. You're so lucky." Pausing, she closed the container. "Can you really see cum between my legs?" she giggled, trying to look without being too obvious. "That's his room right there. Think that film-maker is watching us?"

"If he is, we'll give him a show," smiled Gita.

Kate lay back down on the towel. Today the crowd was in a mellow mood, Reggae rhythms wafting on summer air, birds adding a happy note to afternoon ambiance. The marine layer had cleared, and with the exception of a few lacy clouds, the sky was deep blue.

"Think he's sleeping?" asked Gita, pleasantly toasting on a towel.

Kate opened her eyes.

"Who? Mark? Probably. I think we wore him out."

"You did, that's for sure. It took him thirty minutes to recuperate from that little act. From now on I'm not buying that bit about me being the one who's wearing the guy out. We have to share the guilt."

Kate rolled over.

"Speaking of which, are we gonna tell him what we did yesterday when we went up to get your swimsuit? He asked me about it when you were in the bathroom. I told him you hadn't laid a hand on me!"

Kate smirked. Gita giggled.

"Don't laugh," grinned Kate, rolling over on her back. "He wanted to know if you'd come-on to me. We took a long time getting back, remember?"

Gita smiled and nodded.

Kate adjusted the crotch of her suit again.

"Did he ask you about it?"

"Yep. He asked if I'd tried to put the make on you but I gave him the same story. Maybe he believed us. He didn't ask again."

When the waitress came by they both ordered ice tea. Neither spoke for some time.

"Maybe I should tell him," suggested Kate, conscience bothering her. "I don't feel right about keeping secrets. I mean, what if the situation was reversed?"

She didn't open her eyes, but Gita was back with a quick tease.

"You mean, what if he went up to the room with that young desk-clerk kid and sucked his cock?"

The sound of Kate's hand making contact with Gita's golden arse made guests turn to look. Gita only squirmed and smiled. Kate blushed and lay back down to enjoy the sunshine. After awhile she rolled over, sat up and rubbed oil on the front of her legs and arms.

"You and Mark got together in India?"

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm," murmured Gita, almost dreaming.

"Just the two of you?"

Kate was rubbing oil on the upper curve of upturned-breasts.

Gita looked up, sighed, sat up and took a drink of water.

"Okay; you want to talk. Okay. I have a playmate in Mumbai. A cute little girl with a body you'd have to see to believe! She's tiny, like Pilar; maybe five foot in heels. Asia. That's her name. She's an inch shorter than I am but her legs are actually longer; and tits? That little girl has the most beautiful pair of orbs I've ever seen! Just like us and Pilar, she's about a C cup, but nipples. My God, Kate, they're longer than yours; almost as long as the last joint of my little finger when she gets excited, and she's excited all the time! Her father died before she was born. An aunt raised her from infancy and trained her to be a prostitute. Asia never thought of being anything else. She's the best. Prostitution isn't looked upon as sinful. It's the most income a young girl can earn. Asia took her training seriously but didn't want to live and work in a sex-club. They have these sex-clubs in Mumbai; everyone goes there when visiting India. It's 'khushi', working in clubs, but she wanted to freelance."

"khushi?"

"That's Indian for 'fun.'" Gita adjusted the rubber head-pad under the towel. "Most girls working in those clubs feel lucky; first; because they're cute. That alone guarantees work, and second, sex. Sex is 'khushi'. Ask any working girl, and they'll tell you 'khushi' is what they live for. Professional sex is respectable work. Their workplace is usually fairly clean and girls make more money than anything else they could be doing. Most support families. If they weren't working in sex-clubs they'd be working in hotels, retail stores or rice fields all day. Not very 'khushi'. Asia and I met at the artist's I told you about. She was modelling for him. For me, it was lust at first sight! He paid her to have sex with young girls and boys. You should see those paintings. Anyway, we made an agreement for her to take care of my place so she'd always have a place to live. She gets a check from me each month so she doesn't have to put-out for money. We're together when I have a layover; usually not more than a couple of days at a time. I fly in and out twice a month."

Because Mark had never mentioned Gita's roommate, Kate listened with growing curiosity.

"So you introduced her to Mark?"

"Well, when I brought Mark home, we got together. I'm sure you know what I mean by 'together.'"

Knowing Mark as she did, Kate nodded.

"Don't be jealous, Kate, but he really dug her. Asia says she's twenty. She's been having sex since she had her first period and was giving head for a couple of years before that. She knows every sex-trick in the book and enjoys them all. She taught me to deep-throat and do all those oral tricks! Girls or guys, it doesn't make any difference. She let us dress her up any way we wanted. We played every game we could imagine and she was a more than willing sex-slave. Asia enjoys being submissive. God, you'd have loved to see those shows she put on for us. Mark was a lucky guy. I thought he was planning to bring Asia back to London." She studied Kate's expression. "I hope what I'm saying isn't making you jealous. That was then. This is now . . . " She took a drink of water.

Laying back on the sun-warmed towel, Kate's movie-mind was busy with the steamy images Gita's story had created. Not really jealous, she just wished she'd been there, too. Oh well, I haven't missed-out on much, she sighed to herself, mind back on the present.

"So, you noticed the young guy at the front desk?" she asked, changing the topic. Gita's story had stirred-up salacious interests, and her oozing cunt was more than just a little juicy. "The one with the long blond hair?"

"Couldn't miss him," smiled Gita, taking another sip. "I like blonds. He has a very sensual face."

"He likes girls, not boys. He's been hanging around the pool like a lost dog."

"Looking for a nice little bitch?"

Kate laughed.

"I guess they can't help it." She lay back down. "It's all those hormones. They make them crazy. Yesterday, he was hiding in the bushes, peeking at us. He's as bad as that film guy."

"I'd peek at you, too," smiled Gita, setting the water glass down beside her.

"But the kid has a hard-on all day," giggled Kate, unable to subdue the twinge of excitement between her sun-warmed thighs. "The poor kid should have a steady girlfriend."

"Or a good hand," Gita smirked. "Those young guys can do it all day long, I swear. I like sex, but there are days when I actually have other things on my mind. At his age, he doesn't have a mind. He has an erection."

"That can have its good points," Kate grinned, picking up suntan oil to rub on Gita as she rolled over, "like, when you really want it." Capping the bottle, she glanced around the pool and lowered her voice. "Even if they cum fast the first time, they can cum again and again and again. That's what I like. An' speaking of cum," she giggled, squirming on the warm towel, "I really can feel it oozing out of my pussy. If he's watching us, I hope that movie pervert gets a good peek."

Gita giggled.

"I told you. Let's go to the girl's room and I'll suck it out, baby. God, I thought I got it all this morning, but it looks like I missed some."

"Piggy!"

Who's a piggy?" grinned Gita. "You're the one who can't get enough. I didn't force you to go down on me, or to fuck Mark again this morning."

"You started it," whispered Kate, rubbing in oil. "I was just trying to get my share before you drain him dry."

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I happen to like mine in bed."

"You like yours where ever you can get it," laughed Kate, swatting Gita's perfect arse again.

The thought of going-down on hard spurting cocks made her involuntarily salivate and she glanced around looking for Paco, even wondering what the fat-man was doing.

"You know something weird? Before I met Mark, I was pretty satisfied with straight fucking, especially back-door sex. That always made me cum so good! But ever since I started giving Mark head, you know, regularly; well, I've started wanting it more; actually craving it. Is that weird, or what? I mean, the more I suck, the more I want to suck. My orgasms are getting better all the time ,and each one makes me want to swallow more cum. Really; tell me; am I weird, or what? God, a second ago, I was even wondering what it would be like to do the fat-man."

"The more I licked pussy, the more I wanted," nodded Gita, squirming like Kate. "Listen to us. It's the same with cock. The more I sucked, the more I wanted. I'll tell you Asia's theory on that subject when you're in the mood."

"Then why don't you go take care-a that poor desk-clerk," smirked Kate, the conversation arousing her more by the minute. "I could keep an eye out. You'd blow his mind."

A smirking Gita chewed a lower lip, watching Paco standing the lobby archway.

"I don't blow minds."

The waitress approached with ice tea

"Here's some mixed nuts and Arare," offered the attractive auburn-haired waitress, smiling sweetly as Kate signed the check.

"Thanks," Kate smiled, counting out a couple of bucks from her bag. "Oh, excuse me," she asked, sitting up, "what's the desk-clerk's name? The blond fellow?"

"That's Paco," smiled the waitress, glancing back at him and arching one eyebrow. "Nice, huh?"

"Thanks," Kate smirked, nodding agreeably. "He is nice. He's been very helpful during our stay."

When the waitress didn't leave, Kate decided to introduce herself.

"I'm Kate, and this is Gita. What's your name?"

"Venessa," replied the redhead, tucking the tip into a wallet. "Paco takes his job seriously. Mr. Kelly, the manager, he'll be pleased. I'll pass on the compliment."

"Thanks again, Venessa," smiled Kate, laying back down, appreciating the girl's lusciously-curved arse and model-perfect legs as she returned to the bar, a walk intended to make everyone watch.

The men were watching, but trying not to be too obvious. Women were watching, but were clearly envious, a few giving the redhead more than a casual glance. Gita was watching, too. Boy, they must insist on looks when they hire waitress, she thought, and male help, too. Rolling over she handed the suntan oil to Kate.

"Put some more on me, baby. Feels so good when you do it . . . "

"Paco. That's an interesting name. Go introduce yourself," teased Kate, taking the bottle and oiling Gita's tummy.

"Think I should?" Gita got up on an elbow for a sip of ice tea.

Paco was still in the archway watching them, a look of distant longing on his face, and a distinct bulge in right pant-leg. Gita wiped her eyes. That cock must be a foot long! she thought, raising up on both elbows. And thick! That does look inviting, and he's really cute, too! She lay back down.

"He's too young!"

"Too young for what?" giggled Kate, warm oily hands close to Gita's crotch. "A wheel-chair? He's excited to see you."

"Have you done other guys since you started hanging out with Mark?" Gita was watching from behind dark glasses.

"No;" Kate giggled, unable to stop staring at Paco's bulge, "but I've thought about it a bunch-a times. Not because he doesn't satisfy me or something. You know how horny he is. I think it's natural to get sexually attracted to people without feeling you have-to do something."

"I like doing something," smiled Gita, hips undulating, spreading her legs as Kate oiled her thighs. "I'm getting hungry, Kate. want to watch me do something?"

"Seriously?" Kate capped the suntan oil. "Like, where? We can't take him up to our room!"

"Anywhere. Out here. In there. It doesn't make any difference to me!" giggled Gita, watching Paco watching her. "I don't mind being watched. I worked as a dancer for two years. Let's just say I'm used to having an audience."

"You were a stripper too?" Kate lay back down beside her. "Like, why am I not surprised. Not, like that's bad, I mean. You're real pretty. I can see you doing that. I bet you made tons of money."

Laying in the same direction as her blonde companion, Gita was watching Paco, her feet pointed in his direction. Spreading her legs wider, she began flexing her buns as though getting fucked by an invisible cock.

"Spread your legs more;" she whispered, continuing to smile at the young man, "let's give him a good look and see what that does to him."

Leaning back on elbows, Kate spread her legs slowly, relishing the warmth of the sun on her body. When their feet touched the girls glanced at each other and laughed, their legs spread almost three feet apart. Paco was definitely watching. The bulge in his pants looked like it was about to tear the material and he was squirming uneasily.

"Naughty, naughty. We're giving the kid a hard time. God, look at the size of that bulge." Kate looked down between her legs. "I wonder if my suit even covers my arse with my legs spread this wide apart?"

A giggling Gita took a handful of nuts, coaxing them into her plump-lipped mouth with her exceptionally long tongue, a show making Paco blush.

"It doesn't. I told you I can see it, and I'm sure he can see you have a very juicy crotch, my dear. If he's watching you, that fat-man must be jerking-off right now."

Flexing her buns made Mark's cum bubble in her hot little cunt, and the urge to get a nice hard cock up her arse was making Kate squirm like a slut.

"Tell me about stripping," she whispered, flushed from more than laying in the sun. "I wish I'd seen you stripping."

"Let's see . . . I danced at three different clubs. Two here and one in San Diego. Two topless, one nude; Pole Dancing and Lap Dancing. Asia taught me how to dance nasty. Tips were good. Girls were fun. So were a couple of the guys." She was watching Paco squirm. "I think I'm about to salivate all over myself! Look how hard he's getting! You're right. I don't think we should invite him up to the room. Maybe there's an office or a rest room . . . "

"Gee, he really does have a big one," Kate whispered back, blue eyes moist. "Look at that bulge. Now there's one that makes me think about playing around."

Gita glanced back at her.

"Really? You'd suck him off if you had the chance?"

Knowing deep down inside she wanted to suck the young boy's cock, Kate flushed hotly.

"Well, he sure looks good," she grinned, cheeks glowing. "God, I'm terrible, aren't I, but I'm getting to the point where it's, like I can't get enough, I swear! You really want to give him head?"

"I DO! I don't want to take a pass on that cock while I'm here." Looking directly at him, Gita licked those ruby-red lips. "How about you?"

Taking the dare, Kate gave the young kid an inviting smile, a little 'tilt of her head' while flexing her buns, raising her crotch in a pelvic tilt, an act making her blush at her own slutty forwardness. Paco seemed hesitant. Going further, she beckoned him with a finger, a gesture he couldn't ignore. Leaving the archway, he headed their way.

"Yes?" he asked, trying hard to be professional. "May I help you ladies?"

"Paco?" asked Kate, eyes on his crotch.

"Yes miss!" he smiled, impressed that she knew his name.

"Paco, this is Gita . . . I'm Kate. We noticed you yesterday and the day before, too."

"Yes, miss?" He continued smiling. "Ah . . . I noticed you, too. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Well . . . " Kate smiled, glancing at Gita, "my girlfriend and I . . . we couldn't help but notice the bulge, like, in your pants? An' well, we were wondering if you'd, well . . . there is something you could do. We want you use that . . . we want you to cum-off in Gita's mouth. I want to watch. It wouldn't take long. You wouldn't miss much work . . . "

Paco looked like he was about to fall over on his back. His mouth opened but nothing came out.

"We don't mean 'out here by the pool'. Do you have some place comfortable where we can go?" Kate sat up and draped the towel around her shoulders. "I want to watch her give you head. She's good, and I really enjoy watching oral sex. You can watch me masturbate while you cum in her mouth. Does that sound good, Paco? You'll like watching me. I squirt when I get my orgasm!

As in a dream, Paco nodded, his lips moving as though he was about to say something but couldn't make a sound. Removing dark glasses, Gita smiled up at him.

"I'm really good," she smiled, broadly. "How about giving me a try? Don't be bashful. I'm not. You'll enjoy it, and so will I, believe me! I'll even swallow your cum."

Motioning for them to follow, he turned and headed for his office. I can't believe my fuckin' luck, he thought, passing the front desk. Jesus! Two chicks! Just what I always wanted!

"I'll be back in awhile," he said to the clerk, trying to appear nonchalant. "Take messages and I'll take care of them when I return."

He unlocked his office while Gita and Kate waited at the end of the hallway, towels over sun-tanned shoulders. Opening the door, he motioned for them to join him. Mr. Kelly was gone for the afternoon; Cindi was off, house-keepers knew what to do so he wasn't worried about being disturbed. Following him into the office, Gita shut the door. Smiling, Paco waived his hand at the room.

"It's kinda small. I only have a couple-a extra chairs. want to sit down?"

Kate sat in the overstuffed chair but Gita remained standing.

"You sit down," teased Gita. "I go down."

She gave Paco a little push toward the armless swivel chair. Still a bit nervous, he sat.

"Let's see it." She bent over and rubbed the bulge in his pant-leg. "Unzip your pants and pull it out."

Licking red lips impatiently, she adjusted her bikini bottom until she had it pulled up so tightly between her dark-tan legs, the red crotch parted the plump lips of her hot little pussy.

"You like that?" she grinned, watching him staring at her crotch as she pulled the stretch-fabric up ever tighter. "See my little pussy lips? My bikini doesn't even cover my crotch. See how smooth I am? I shave off all the hair. It makes it really nice and smooth; it's nice to lick, Paco."

Paco was sweating.

"Lick?" he smiled, looking at the way her swimsuit parted the cleft of her pussy, how the material barely covered her crotch. Licking Mick J lips, he swallowed twice. "Show me. Let me see, okay? Jesus, you two are fuckin' gorgeous!"

"Are you gonna play with yourself while you watch me do him?"

Gita was looking at Kate, sprawled back on the old over-stuffed chair with her fingers working against the visible cleft in her crotch.

"Let him watch you masturbate while I suck him off. He'll like that, won't you Paco?" He nodded, but didn't answer. "What are you waiting for?" She smiled, unzipped his pants and knelt between his legs. "Kate will let you watch her play with herself . . . "

"Great," he nodded, already sweating, watching Kate's fingers at play. "Go ahead. Jeez, you sure got a beautiful arse. You two were makin' me nuts. Boy, my dick is so hard I don't know if I can get it out."

Somehow he got his fingers into the fly and pulled the swollen cock from his pants.

"Fuck! There," he grinned. "See what I mean?"

Gita smiled approvingly, admiring the length, breadth and colour of the boy's uncircumcised erection. Paco was well-endowed.

"My, my, Paco! You have a beautiful cock. Do you enjoy getting head? Look at my mouth. Don't my lips just make you want to shoot your cum right in my mouth? I don't spit, Paco. It's unladylike. I always swallow. Do you cum a lot?"

Stroking the long loose-skinned cock with one fist, his strokes were making pre-cum jewels pop from the tip. He nodded.

"Was that a yes?"

Gita licked-up the crystal jewels.

"I did yesterday," Paco bragged, watching her lip-licking tongue. "Sometimes I cum for a minute. It feels like I'm gettin' off maybe three or four times but real close together. It's kinda hard to explain . . . "

That news made Gita smile.

"I'm sure it's hard, Paco, but I understand what you're saying. Girls feel that way, too, but what I meant was, do you cum a lot in volume?"

Not waiting for an answer, she quit licking her lips and sucked the swollen crest like it was a pop-sickle, swallowing a stream of clear pre-cum juice that had been dribbling down the blue-veined shaft.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, you taste really good, Paco. I bet you have delicious tasting semen. Now about the volume . . . "

Paco was still considering the question.

"I guess," he grinned. "Pilar said so. I bet I can fill a coffee cup."

Gita glanced at Kate to see her response to that revelation. Two fingers pressed into her twat, Kate was perspiring, intrigued by the idea of the tiny blonde beauty and Paco doing each other.

"Know what I like best?" asked Gita, looking back and stretching the foreskin down until the cock-head was exposed, swollen and rosy. "I like it when a young guy like you doesn't hold back, when they just let all their cum shoot without even waiting. I like it really deep in my throat. You have a really long cock, Paco. Have your girlfriends been able to deep-throat you all the way?"

Sweating now, he nodded enthusiastically.

"Pilar," he smiled. "The desk-clerk?"

Noticing the smirk on Kate's face, he realized she might have thought he was talking about the other desk-clerk, Thomas.

"The girl . . . the little blonde who waited on you at the pool yesterday?" he frowned. "The tiny one . . . the little blonde with the real hard arse?"

"Her? Oh, I remember her. She's adorable!" grinned Kate, spreading her legs further and playing with metallic-fabric crotch of her bikini. "She's so tiny. She can take all that down her throat? I'd love to see her do it."

Paco nodded.

"I'm gonna do her again," he grinned, "but I told her I wanted to see her with a girl. She said she'd do it if I'd let her swallow my cum. She likes that, too; swallowing cum . . . "

"Does she?" asked Gita, grinning at Kate. "She swallows your cum, too? A coffee cup full? I'll volunteer to play with her."

Smirking, Paco couldn't believe his luck.

"I'll tell her. She swallows cum like a whore. She's real nasty, and gives great head. She's little, but she gives deep-throat."

"Well; now you'll be able to boast that at least two cum-sluts could get all this down their throats. I like it that way best; all the way down my throat. You watch Kate, and I'll make you shoot-off right in my mouth. Don't hold back, Paco. Cum fast."

Looking at Kate, Paco was blushing like a little girl. She'd spread her legs and was masturbating openly, the crotch of her metallic bathing-suit pulled to one side so she could play with her hard little pink clit.

"God, you got a nice lookin' crotch!" he grinned, seeing the juicy lather she'd stirred up with playful fingers. "You made me so hot the day before yesterday, know what I did?"

Gita was working to get his cock down her throat.

"Tell me."

Kate was watching Gita fellate him, licking too-plump lips empathetically as she spread her little cunt open so the kid could see.

"I jerked-off behind the front counter when you walked through the lobby! When you bent over to check out those magazines I couldn't help it! Just lookin' at your arse made me want to fuck it! Fuck, I could see the whole crotch of your little white panties Jeez, I could see everything."

Kate liked that. The boy had masturbated in public just looking at her crotch.

"I wish you would-a let me watch," she giggled, fingers moving faster, wishing she could watch all the men who masturbated while watching her. "I would-a gone-down on you, Paco."

"Me, too," smiled Gita, letting the glistening cock slip from mouth. "Too bad I wasn't behind the counter with you. I wouldn't have let you jack-off. Just look at this cock, Kate. It's just perfect. I love sucking a long uncircumcised cock. Mmmmmmmmm, cum as fast as you can, Paco. I love swallowing thick loads of warm cum."

"Yeah?" he grinned. "That's just what Pilar did after she saw me shoot-off in the waste-basket. She got down behind the counter just like you're doin' an' sucked me off. The little chick swallowed my whole load!"

He looked at Kate, at her delicious crotch, at the small pink pussy spread for his gaze.

"You sure made me horny lookin' at your crotch! I want to to fuck you real bad!"

Paco's admission made Gita so hot to suck she couldn't wait. Looking up as she went down, she took nine-plus inches of hard erection down her throat.

"Well?" she asked, letting him slip from saliva-slick heat of her throat. "Do you like that?"

Paco's hips were jerking.

"Paco?" asked Gita, jerking his cock. "Talk to me!"

He took a deep breath, nodding enthusiastically. Gita went down again, sucking until the cock felt like it doubled in thickness, knowing he was looking between Kate's wide-spread legs as she gave him head, spreading her cunt open for him to see the semen-glossed pink sheath.

"want to see me cum?"

Kate was watching his face.

"Sure . . . " he panted.

The kid was remembering pictures of magazine-girls masturbating; girls exposing their pink little pussies, masturbating as though they were getting pleasure from being watched.

"You two are somethin' fuckin' else. I like watchin' you finger-fuckin' yourself.! This is gonna make me cum! Holy Fuck! Watch this! I'm shootin' my fuckin' load in your girlfriend's mouth right now!"

Pulsing madly, that youthful cock exploded in the wet heat of Gita's throat as she wiggled her hips appreciatively, looking up at him from under long dark eyelashes, just letting warm cum surge down her throat, a river of virile male excitement. Seeing him coming-off in her girlfriend's red-lipped pout, Kate showered her hand and legs in an ongoing orgasm.

"I'm coming, too, Paco. Watch me! Can you see me coming? I bet you'd love licking my pussy while I'm squirting!" teased Kate, imagining the sensation of his tongue on her clit, his mouth over her pussy, sucking her throbbing crotch as she sprayed.

"Let me!" he begged.

Eyes riveted to the open twin lips and totally hairless crotch, he watched showers of clear ejaculate spraying the beautiful girl's gorgeous tan thighs. The ceiling lights flickered for a minute, probably due to an increased summer electrical demand, but the strange thing was, the strobes seemed timed with the gushes of cunt-juice being pumped from Kate's open twat. Boiling up out of his nuts, gooey ropes of slick white jism were sluicing down Gita's throat, the cum-loving slut greedily swallowing his nut, cock buried completely in her well trained mouth. There was no doubt in her mind; this was definitely more than a cup.

Unable to wait, lovely eager-to-get-licked Kate stood and walked to where he was sitting, turned around, arched her back, spread tanned legs wide and wiggled her saucy juicy cum-filled cunt in Paco's red face.

"Then do it," she smiled, surrendering to lustful nature. "I'm so hot I thought I was going blind. You wanted to lick me. Put your mouth over my crotch while I masturbate, Paco."

I can't help myself, Mark, she moaned to herself, I'm just a bitch-slut for naughty sex. I want this kid's tongue and cock up my arsehole. I'm such a horny slut!

Reaching out, he touched swollen smoothly-shaved pussy-lips slippery with girlish sex-sauce and Mark's last load. Pressing back against his fingers, Kate wiggled pleasurably as he rubbed the slippery pout. Crotch glistening with male and female cum, she spread her small cunt-lips with her fingers, exposing the bright-pink pussy-chute to his exploring fingers, the open throat of her cunt a pulsing tube begging for oral stimulation. Slipping two fingers into the wet crack, he pumped them in and out until the scent of girlish cunt filled the room. It made a juicy sound like someone walking in wet shoes. There was another heady aroma, but Paco hadn't quite identified it.

"Suck it, Paco," she teased. "Come on, big boy. Lick it for me while Gita sucks you off. If you like looking at my arse so much; stick your tongue in it."

Grabbing her by the hair, Paco pulled her head back, making her arch her back further. Unable to just look at the frothy flesh, he glued his mouth over her smooth hairless crotch, once again pleased by the fact that the taste of warm pussy reminded him of celery. Fuck! I hope she likes me, he thought. I can't believe she's lettin' me eat her!

Hoping he'd stick his tongue in deep, Kate rapidly wiggled against his lips and spread the cheeks of her arse.

"Come on, Paco. You're making me cum. Lick me faster. Use your tongue everywhere. I LOVE it!"

Paco's cock hadn't lost a bit of hardness, Gita's suction making it bigger. Licking his lips, he looked at the open pink slit and the tiny rosy pucker above it.

"I want to lick your arse!" he grunted, salivating like a dog. "Okay? I want to fuckin' taste your arse! I want to fuck I! You got the most beautiful arse I've ever seen!"

Heart racing, Kate almost fainted from pleasure. Bending over further, she pulled the bathing suit away from her crotch, wiggling the smoothly-shaved cum-covered rosebud right in his sweating face.

Oh, YEAH, Paco! Thank you! I'd LOVE that! Lick it real good for me," she teased, flexing curvaceous buns and spreading her arse-cheeks even further. "I'm gonna give you a nice warm juicy surprise. Suck my pretty little cunt and arse, Paco. You'll love the taste of my arse."

Paco was in heaven. Just the sight of her soft pink pucker made his mouth water, and gluing his lips around her spasming anus, he slipped his tongue deep into its salty wetness, stabbing into a slippery cum-covered tube. Kate came on the spot!

"Don't quit, you darling boy! I love getting my arsehole licked. Oooooo, SUCK it, you bad boy! You do it real good, Paco. Stick your tongue all the way in me. Wiggle your tongue in my little arse, baby. SUCK that hot little hole!"

To her absolute delight, Paco spread the cheeks of her arse wide with both hands. While she held crotch of the swimsuit out of the way, he licked her juicy crotch from hot clit to puckered anus. She moaned with unashamed pleasure as the young man tongue-fucked the slippery cleft of her cunt, his tongue slipping into her semen-sticky sheath. Quivering with too-intense pleasure, she grabbed his hair and forced his face deeper between those firm sun-tanned cheeks and sprayed deliriously, orgasming into his mouth as he opened it under her tiny-lipped cunt. At the same second, she suddenly thought of Mark.

Oh, Mark! What am I going to do? she thought, knowing the answer before even asking the question Oh, fuck! I gotta swallow a load of this kid's cum! I gotta suck this kid's big beautiful dick! I'm such a slut I just can't help it! I NEED to suck him off, 'specially after he sucked your cum out-a my cunt!

Now Paco worked his tongue even deeper into her anus, deeper and deeper, each thrust making her gasp with lustful pleasure, each penetration making her juicy cunt orgasm. The growing puddle of pussy-juice dripping from his chin to the floor between her suntanned legs was testimony to unrestrained passion.

"Boy, Paco, you're good! GOD, you suck good! Oh, you're GOOD, you're real good! You're makin me CUM! Suck me REAL hard! Put your mouth over my pussy and SUCK!"

Tongue-fucking arse and pussy more desperately, lusting now in what he'd only begun the night before, still feeling he was making up for lost time, Paco was hooked on the taste of warm young crotch, unable to get enough of the lovely girl's luscious forbidden fruit. Powerless to keep from coming again, Kate let go, spraying cum in his mouth and across that stabbing tongue.

"FUCK!" she squealed, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming louder as a large oyster-sized gob of Mark's cum shot into the boy's sucking mouth. "GOD, Paco! EAT IT! Eat-out my crotch!"

Paco was so excited he was shaking, cock so far down Gita's throat he couldn't see it. Kate's warm crotch was so delicious he couldn't stop sucking, unaware that he was getting a mouthful of her boyfriend's cum. Sucking up the white lather, he pulled out of Gita's throat and pushed Kate to the floor on her hands and knees, face down on the rug, beautiful proud tight arse high in the air. Gita knew what the boy wanted. This was even better than she'd hoped for.

"I know what you want, Paco. Fuck her up her little arsehole," she insisted, slipping under Kate so she could get at that hard clit with her long wide tongue. "Look at her little pink tube. Stick your big dick up her tight arse, you naughty boy. You've made her good and wet. It's time to stick that big cock up her little arse."

Looking down at her naked crotch made his cock throb with such impatience, the desire to corn-hole the gorgeous girl made his face burn and cock almost double in hardness. Behind her, long uncircumcised cock in hand, he screwed the slippery head into the warm mouth of her perfect open pink anus, slowly easing all the way in to his large balls. He was afraid to move for fear of blowing his load.

Kate moaned with intense pleasure as he filled her to the limit, a massive invasion of her greedy-for-cock warm cum-chute anus. Pulling back, Paco began plunging in and out, each stroke expanding the warm smooth sheath, leaving the beauty's arsehole a wide-open pink mouth waiting for the next anal assault. Below the lusty semen-glossed intruder, Gita tongued a throbbing swollen pink clit. After five minutes of heavy drilling he pulled out. Holding his gooey cum-glossed cock above the open mouth of that pulsing pink anus, the spurting head unloaded a tidal wave of semen into the depths of the open receptacle. Semen poured over the plump juicy lips of the beauty's nude little pussy. Below, open mouth waiting for the boy's munificent load, Gita moaned passionately at the sight of his excess.

"Squeeze it out . . . squeeze your arse-muscles," she moaned, watching a geyser of milky semen surging up from the open receptacle of Kate's powerfully-fucked arse.

It was Old Faithful erupting, bubbling and gushing warm cum over the lips of her bright-pink well-sucked pussy-slit. In a frenzy of desire, Gita clasped Kate's slim hips, and opened her hungry mouth under the girl's dripping crotch. As Paco plunged back into the blonde's arse to the hilt, Gita began drinking the warm gooey ejaculate. Forced out by the youthful erection's invasion, a river of jism was running down Kate's crotch-crack directly into her new girlfriend's waiting mouth. Gita looked up at Paco, complete surrender on her exotic face. The tightly-puckered arsehole drove the lad crazy with lust, memories of fucking Pilar's the night before making cum boil in his groin. Kate's ongoing orgasm caused muscular spasms around his throbbing hard-on and ejaculate bubbled up from the ducky puckering arsehole each time he withdrew.

"Eat my arse again, Paco!" cried Kate, looking at him over her shoulder. "Oh, FUCK! Suck my arsehole, you arse-fucking son of a bitch! Suck out an' I'll suck yours!"

Pulling out of her cum-hungry arse Paco looked down at Gita.

"You suck it out of her! I ain't queer. I want to see you suckin' all that cum out of her arse!"

Coming all over herself, Gita licked her ruby-red lips in anticipation of the waiting feast. Face a mask of lust, she began finger-fucking Kate's plump little pussy, forcing cum to pour from the girl's rosy anus. Changing position, she covered Kate's entire crotch with that red-lipped mouth and began sucking the wide-open pink arse-mouth, capturing cum from the slippery semen-filled sheaths. Grunting with pleasure, Kate squeezed and flexed strong internal muscles, making semen erupt like a volcano into Gita's voracious mouth. Alternating between slippery pink holes, she sucked pussy too, worming her long tongue up Kate's sheath, feeling the clit throb, the pussy-lips sucking her tongue as two different men's semen filled her mouth.

Paco was so excited by their lust, his cock wouldn't wilt. Two fuckin' loads, he thought. Fuck! I got more.

Kate was so excited she almost fainted. Grabbing his cock, Gita worked the slippery tip against her girlfriend's anal-pucker again, watched it give like a whore's mouth, the swollen cock-head slipping into hot colon past the elastic ring of a tight anal sphincter.

"OH FUCK!" Kate cried, almost sagging. OH . . . DO ME AGAIN! FUCK MY HOT ARSEHOLE! I'm such a TRAMP! FUCK me up my arsehole, you naughty boy!"

"DO it!" urged Gita. "Doesn't she feel wonderful! Stroke her cum-tube with that beautiful big cock. You have another shot in that gun, big boy. Shoot it ALL up her arse!"

The sensation felt so good, Paco continued pushing, the entire shaft slipping up Kate's arse again, making the girl scream like a cat in heat.

"GOD, Paco!" she panted. "Oh, Paco . . . you're so fuckin' BIG! Fuck me up my tight little arsehole, you bastard! You're so big it hurts my little arsehole so good!"

The sensation of getting his long cock into Kate's tight hot arsehole made jism boil in his balls.

"Damn! You're HOT!" he cried, plunging into the slippery tube. "Could you feel me cumin' when I shot-off up your arse? I can't believe it. I'm fuckin' you right up your sweet little arsehole. FUCK! I would-a given a million bucks to fuck your arse yesterday, an' now I'm gettin' it for free, today! This is too fuckin' much! Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot-off so fuckin' bitchin' you'll be able to TASTE this load!"

Kate was so hot she was panting like a greyhound after a race. Each thrusting sensation felt like he was shoving his arm up her arse, stroking so deeply she was afraid it really was going to come out of her mouth. Paco's words made her face burn with excitement and she wiggled her arse, appreciatively.

God, she thought, I'd let him fuck my arse anytime! I can't help it, Mark, I just love getting' back-doored by a big stiff dick! An' taste it! I gotta taste it; I gotta swallow a load like he just shot up my arse! Oh, Mark! I want to swallow cum so bad! I'm such a cock-sucking cum swallowing slut!

"Oh Paco! FUCK me!" she cried. "Shoot your hot load of cum up my arsehole, Paco! Fuck me hard, you wonderful arse-fucking son-of-a-bitch! I love it!"

But hunger for the taste and heady scent of semen made her change her mind, the lust-filled desire to know what the boy's cum would smell and taste like as she made him unload in her mouth.

"Want me to drink your cum, Paco? Oooooo, you licked me so good and let me cum in your mouth. Let me suck your long arse-fucking cock. I'm nasty, aren't I, Paco? Doesn't that excite you? Seeing a pretty girl suck you off? Hearing a pretty girl beg you to fuck her up her arse, and then beg you to let her suck your cock? Guys love pretty girls who like to be treated like sluts!"

Her nasty words were enflaming his lust and he didn't know what he wanted most; to blow this load up her arse or let her suck it out of his cock.

"Make me drink your cum, Paco. Make me swallow it like Pilar and Gita did. Pull you cock right out of my arse an' shove it right in my mouth. Make me suck it! Will that make you hot, Paco? want to make me get down on my knees like a little slut whore and drink your warm fucking cum as soon as you pull that big hot cock out-a my arsehole?"

"Jesus, I can't wait, he panted, sweating like a dock-worker in July, long cock up her arse to his balls. "Right up your hot little arse, you little whore! You love this, don't you, you fuckin' anal-slut whore! Oh, FUCK, you feel good! You better not be teasin' me. I want to make you swallow my cum!"

Pulling the shaft from her well-fucked hole, Kate spun around, delirious with heated need, the throbbing erection pulsing above her model-perfect face. Down on her knees, she let her sexy girlfriend stroke his cock above a waiting tongue-out cum-hungry mouth. In her mind she could see herself drinking the warm clingy erotic feast, mouthfuls of delicious gooey thick jism. Would it never stop? Never from any single ejaculation would she get so much fucking semen.

A memory flashed through her mind; a cum-fest game with her first boyfriend and his best friend. They'd spent a weekend together fucking her then-virgin arse and pussy so good she'd begged for a special treat. The imaginative duo came up with a plan, making her masturbate both of them into a large glass. Then they watched as she drank their warm fresh semen. That had been too exciting, letting them watch while she drank it, moaning with wantonness. That was when she first realized the meaning of oral gratification. Just swallowing that big glassful of warm semen had made her cum all over her thighs without even touching herself. Eager to repeat the act, she let Gita milk the slippery-skinned erection, urging him on. She was waiting for the thick gooey, slightly salty ejaculate with pleasure, crotch tingling lust nearly frightened her.

"Good God, Paco, you cum quarts, not cups! I love it. My GOD! I love it. Can you cum again? Do you want to watch her swallow your cum?" hissed Gita.

Paco was grinning like the village idiot.

"Yeah . . . yeah . . . "

Taking cock in mouth, Gita sucked skillfully, pleased that Kate had wanted to give the boy head. After all, he'd jacked-off just seeing her. Not only that, she knew Kate would have more reason to keep their little secret if she sucked the boy off, too. When Kate bent over the desk, Paco rolled his chair closer. Under the desk and between his legs, Gita had a perfect position to suck cock while Paco positioned himself to eat Kate's pink semen-drenched arsehole. When she looked up she could see Paco sticking his tongue in the blonde's just fucked arsehole, the saliva covered organ reaming the pink tube. Going down on his pale-blue-veined marvelous shaft, she felt it expand and grow even harder in her throat while she masturbated herself deliciously to another slippery-oyster orgasm.

"Deeper!" Kate begged. "Suck it all out, Paco!"

He began sucking harder. She let go, forcing loads of his cum mixed with pussy-juice into the boy's mouth. Paco didn't want to stop. Sexual adventures with Pilar, combined with this unbelievable stroke of good luck, made his cock throb in Gita's wonderful mouth.

"She's gonna make me cum in her mouth!" he gasped, semen smeared all over his.

Turning, Kate looked back at him over the curve of her stunning arse.

"want to see me swallow it?" She was chewing a plump lower lip. "want to watch me drink your cum!"

Smiling to herself, Gita knew she could make him cum in a second. His hips jerked with uncontrollable reflexes as she doubled efforts to make him blow his wad.

"Geez," he panted, "I don't think I can wait. She's gonna make me shoot real soon. Her mouth feels so bitchin'!"

"Wait! Let me," pleaded Kate. "Don't cum in her mouth, Paco. I want to swallow your cum. I want you to make me do it. You want-a watch your cum go in my mouth, don't you, Paco? I want to be a nasty cum-drinking bitch slut whore! Tell me you want me to be nasty.

"But I'm so close," Paco panted, "I want you to be nasty, but I can't hold back now!"

Spotting the water glass on the desk, and wanting a replay of her earlier experience, Kate grabbed it. Spinning around, turning the chair and Paco too, she took his saliva-slippery erection in her fist. Masturbating the youth's giant uncircumcised cock with knowing strokes, she held the glass under the ruddy tip.

"Shoot off in this glass, Paco. I'll drink it while you watch me . . . all of it, Paco. You'll love watching this little cum-swallowing slut whore drink your beautiful thick pearly cum."

Still trying to swallow the cum that was sticking to the back of her throat, Gita wanted to see that, too.

Yeah," she giggled. "Make him fill that fucking glass with cum."

"Lick my pussy while I make him shoot off," begged Kate, lustfully, spreading lovely legs wider for Gita's talented tongue.

Scooting between them, Gita held her girlfriend's muscle-hard arse-cheeks, licking the juicy smooth nude crotch while Kate masturbated the kid to his third climax of the day. Crystalline and almost colourless, pale cloudy swirls of ejaculate splashed into the glass as Kate milked him off, spurt after spurt of warm jism sloshing into the vessel until it was over half full. She almost died in ecstasy as she watched the flood surge from the eye of his cock. Coming on Gita's tongue, she was unwilling to quit until she was sure there wasn't another drop in his deflating cock.

"Is that all of it?" she giggled, milking the massive rod, skinning foreskin back with firm grip.

Imagine her surprise when the lad's crest flared again, his fourth and final massive orgasm nearly overfilling the drinking glass with sloppy ropes of cloudy cum. Spent, red-faced and panting, he watched Kate hold the glass up to the light, swirling its contents as though mixing a cocktail.

"Got enough, now? Go ahead, drink it . . . " he smirked, remembering his neighbor. "I want you to be nasty. Fuck! I've seen a cunt drink a glass full of cum before. Go ahead; I gotta see this. DRINK that fuckin' glassful!"

Gita was watching, too.

"Do it, Kate. Oh my God. Drink it!" she urged, still playing with herself. "I've never seen so much cum from two loads. Drink it! I LOVE watching young girls drinking boy's semen!"

Blushing at what she was about to do, perspiration on upper lip, eyes appraising its contents, Kate's mouth watered for the taste of youthful ejaculate.

"You want me to drink it, don't you?" she blushed, tongue licking swollen lips. "You two are so nasty. You think I'm actually gonna drink all this?"

Both nodded enthusiastically.

"You're right! Keep licking me and watch," she grinned, screwing a finger up her semen-slippery anus and masturbating as fast as she could move it.

Filling her request, Gita licked the girl's swollen pink clit with the flat of her tongue.

"I am naughty, Gita! I'm so nasty I want to drink all this fucking cum while you're watching me! I'm just a nasty slut cum-drinking cock-sucking anal whore!"

Raising the nearly-full glass to luscious pink lips, she tipped it, letting its still-warm heady contents slide into her eager mouth, cum the consistency of a dozen raw egg-whites, inhaling the spunky redolence of the youth's hormone-laced semen like she was drinking some rare expensive wine. With a guilty twinkle in beautiful blue eyes, she swallowed purposely over and over, not stopping until the entire glass was empty, her cunt spraying against Gita's tongue every time she swallowed the warm swirling loads.

"God damn!" Paco smirked, shaking his head in amazement. "She fuckin' swallowed it all! What a hot fuckin' cum-hungry whore slut bitch! I thought queers were the only ones who swallowed cum. Boy, that made my dick twitch."

"Mmmmmmm," Kate moaned, swallowing again and again. "You have the tastiest, sweetest cum! Mmmmmmm! Thanks, Paco! I'm a nasty anal whore cum-swallowing bitch! Gimme me the chance, and I'll drink your cum every day I'm here. I'm such a slut for the taste of cum."

Getting up, and licking pussy-juice coated lips, Gita tucked Paco's half-hard cock back in his pants, then zipped his fly.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," she smiled, patting his cheek, then taking Kate's hand. "Let's get back to the pool and cool off."

Kate blushed at Paco as they closed the door behind them

"God, I can't believe I did or said all those things!" she blushed, hurrying along next to Gita. "Why didn't you stop me? When someone licks my arse . . . an' even worse, when I get a hard cock up my butt, I just crave swallowing cum. I can't help it, Gita. I'm getting such a craving for swallowing cum it's making me crazy. I'm so naughty, aren't I? Please don't tell Mark how naughty I am. You're a bad influence on me, Gita."

"Gee, thanks," Gita smiled. "I was afraid you were ready to get married or something. Glad to see you know a good thing when you see one. That boy has a really good thing. For someone who just wanted to watch, you got the lion's-share of that boy's cock . . . and cum."

"God, I'll say," blushed Kate. "I've never seen a guy cum like that in my life! Two of his orgasms equaled four of most of my boyfriends. I mean, I couldn't be interested in him other than fun sex. Oh, my God, Gita; I'm such a slut. I'm so nasty. Mark would just hate me if he knew what I just did, but I LOVED swallowing all that cum."

Blushing from head to toe, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd just done.

"That boy has the sweetest cum. Those were the sloppiest loads of cum I've every swallowed. God, I haven't swallowed that much at one time since I was a teenager. I'd get down on my knees to suck his cock anytime he asked."

"Bet he asks again," Gita laughed, fondling Kate's wet metallic Spandex crotch as they headed for the lobby.

"I hope so," Kate blushed, wiggling curvaceous hips

"Now susssshhh," hissed Gita, swatting her arse, "stop going on so about the kid. You were just having a little fun."

She was considering the ramifications of this little indiscretion. Kate would do anything to keep her sexy escapade a secret from Mark and Gita was quickly dreaming up more alternatives.

When Paco walked out to the pool, the girls were playing in the water at the deep end. He nodded but made no attempt to talk to them in front of the rest of the guests.

After showering again and pulling on his suit, Mark walked down to the pool. The girls were doing laps but waived after noticing him laying back in a chaise with a Bloody Kate, talking to the auburn-haired waitress. He waived back.

"You know them?" asked the waitress, arranging paperwork on her tray.

"We're together," smiled Mark."

Getting the message, the waitress blushed.

"They're very beautiful," she said, watching the girls. "Both of them? I mean, you're all together?"

Mark grinned and nodded.

"And Pilar, too?" she asked.

"Pilar?"

"The little blonde? I saw all of you together yesterday by the pool. The waitress?" smiled Venessa. "She doubles as a desk-clerk, too. I thought you knew her . . . "

"No," Mark grinned. "She was talking to my girlfriends. Maybe they have plans for later."

"How fun for you!" the waitress smiled knowingly. "I hope you don't think I'm too forward but Hollywood is still pretty new for me. I'm still trying to get used to how 'free' most things seem. I was raised in a small town and things there were quite different . . . "

"Where?" he asked, sipping the cool drink.

"Limerick," she smiled, looking down into grey-blue eyes.

Mark nodded, unable to ignore her striking figure. Wearing standard hotel waitress uniform, the short skirt showed plenty of shapely leg. From where he lay, and because she was standing so close, Mark could look up her skirt, could see where those perfect legs ended. He looked up at her face again, at blue eyes and full-lipped smile. Very nice smile. His cock twitched suddenly in his shorts but he made no attempt to cover the obvious quickly growing bulge.

"I'm Mark," he offered, "and you're?"

"Venessa," she smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mark."

Smiling back, he took a sip of his drink.

"Pilar?" he continued. "Do you know her well?"

This time, Venessa blushed.

"Well . . . " she smirked, "let's just say I know her interests, and I thought she was interested in you."

That message was delivered while looking directly at the large bulge in his shorts.

"I hope we talk again soon, Mark, but I have to take care of guests."

Turning, she swished away when noticing the girls leaving the pool. Mark watched her walking; tight trim arse keeping his attention as she bent over to take an order from a patron. The girls noticed where he was looking.

"Interested in redheads?" asked Kate, picking up a towel, cheeks still burning from guilt. "She has gorgeous legs, doesn't she? A pretty girl, actually. Fabulous smile from behind," she teased, the remark inference to very visible twin-lip pout only partially concealed by skintight white satin panties. "She's pretty enough to be a model. She seems nice and friendly, doesn't she?"

That wasn't a question.

After oiling each other again, the girls lay down on their towels. Other than shrugging, Mark hadn't responded to Kate's interrogation, but sipped his drink, relaxing in summer sun's warmth. He knew he wasn't being faithful in thought as he imagined fucking either of the slim little waitresses, his swollen cock twitching at the thought of either one of them sucking him off. Both girls had perfect cock-sucking lips. He opened one eye. Venessa had moved to another guest. When she bent over to take an order, the little white strip of panty-crotch peeked out from under the hem of a yummy-short dress, tan thighs framing a deep pussy-cleft, shiny panties slightly damp. Sighing, he closed his eyes. God, all the females around me lately seem to be wearing sexy panties. Just what I need, he thought, another female to fuck! I wonder if either one likes giving head. He chuckled out loud.

"What?" asked Kate, glancing up at her boyfriend.

"Nothing," he answered, sipping iced-drink.

Guilt surfacing, she wondered if the waitress had said something about Gita and her disappearing for an hour with Paco.

"What?" she asked again. "What were you thinking?"

"What a fuckin' circus!" he sighed, eyes closed, shaking his head.

Oh, my God, she thought, cheeks burning. He knows. I wonder what she told him. He's gonna be so pissed when he learns what I did.

I hope she can't read my mind, thought Mark.

"No matter what," whispered Kate, "I got just what you want; and Mark, honey, you can have it whenever you want." (God, I hope he isn't real jealous!)

His thoughts were elsewhere. I bet I could get Venessa to suck me off, he thought, watching the sensuous young waitress serving drinks. She was looking right at my Woody and I know what she was thinkin'! I know that look when I see it. Hmmmmmmm, maybe I'll get Gita to take Kate shopping today while I try to get into this girl's little panties! Damn, she's cute. Hey, maybe a little strange sex is good for the love-life.

Kate was smiling fondly at him when he glanced back. What a fun morning, she thought. Paco was really good! Maybe sex on the side is just what we both need. My God, I could swallow that boy's cum all day long. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Nothing, baby," she cooed. "Your baby will take good care of everything. Is tiger ready to cum again?" she whispered, licking those just-fucked lips and smiling at him seductively, wondering if her breath reeked as much like cum as Gita's.

Hmmmmmmmm, I'm gonna suck the starch out-a that kid's cock while we're here, she thought. Plus, I'm not letting little Gita swallow any more of your cum. There's no way one guy can supply enough cum to keep little 'ol me satisfied when we're hanging out with a jism-thirsty girl like her.

"I'm dreaming of getting a lovely fuck," she whispered, telling the truth. "I hope you like having a slave who wants to swallow cum every morning! You better eat good so you can make enough of that delicious stuff so you can feed me lots-a warm cum. No matter how you give it to me, I got a growing appetite for cock-cream, Mr. Milkman. I'm ordering three pints a day."

"Don't say that too loud, sweetie. That film-maker over there is watching you again. He's already offered to contribute. Should I ask him if he still wants to use you for an hour? He'll pay a lot more than a grand . . . "

Giving the fat-man a saccharine smile, Kate swatted Mark's buns.

"Don't you dare!"

Pleased with himself, Mark closed his eyes. I must be doing something right, he thought, smiling contentedly. Whatever it is, I hope I don't fuck it up.

"Listen; why don't the two of you go shopping in Beverly Hills. I'll hang out here and rest for the day?"

"What a fun idea," said Kate, sitting up. "Come on, Gita; let's go have a little fun!

"We'll take a cab and do Beverly Hills." Gita blotted red lipstick on two of the most sexually active in town. "Have you shopped there yet?"

"We were gonna go next week, but we need to get back to the island." Kate stopped brushing a cascade of Palomino-blonde hair and put the brush on the dresser. "I'd love to see the stores again. It's been a couple-a years since I've been there."

"Let's dress to murder." Always exotic Gita was rummaging through a pile of clothes in her bag. "I adore doing the costume thing. Don't you just adore it when guys lay down on the ground just to get a peek up under your skirt?"

"Depends on the guy," responded Kate, starting a French braid, then switching to a pony-tail high on blonde head. "But I'm up for whatever you're into. Sure! Let's get sexy." She tossed the brush in her bag. "I sure had fun this morning with Jeffery. You're not going to say anything to Mark, are you"

"Not unless you do, darling. Come on; stop feeling so guilty. Jesus, were you raised by a bunch of nuns?"

Kate giggled and gave her a kiss.

'Real sexy' was an understatement even for their selection of underwear, the two nearly causing accidents on Sunset while climbing into the polished black limo. Chatting non-stop about Jeffery during the ride, they slowed only to chew food during lunch at a 'fabulously' chic cafe, then relaxed over tea before hitting fashionable shops.

"So . . . this girl, 'Asia'," asked Kate, pouring a second cup for Gita, and changing the topic, "you're still living with her when you're in Mumbai?"

"Un-huh. She lives in my home now since she moved out of the artist's place. I, like so many others, can't pronounce her Indian name, so she goes by 'Asia'"

To avoid making a faux pas, Kate leaned closer so patrons wouldn't overhear. The restaurant had become modestly quiet and she didn't continue the conversation until the waiter moved on to other patrons.

"So, she's not turning tricks anymore now that you two are living together?"

"Not that I know," grinned Gita. "Who knows for sure, but you'd really love watching her having sex, Kate. It's an art, submissive sex, something to be done better each time it's done. All of the sexual arts; fucking, anal sex; and especially oral sex. She's devoted to the discipline. How's that for keeping a love life healthy? Always striving for perfection?"

"She lived with you and Mark?" asked Kate, toying with a spoon, digging for all the juicy news.

Gita leaned closer, too.

"There wasn't a morning that I didn't watch that young girl suck your boyfriend off, and every morning she added some new touch, some new stroke, some new twist to her act. That's what it was, Kate. An act. She's an incredible teacher. I mean it."

"She gave him head every morning?" Kate's cheeks were as hot as the tea in her cup; even the checks in her panties.

Overhead, large slow-turning wooden-blade fans moved the air, but not enough to cool her down. Cars pasted the windows; faces peering through glass in hopes of seeing someone famous. With thoughts of watching her Indian roommate giving Mark head, Gita wasn't paying attention to tourists.

"First thing. It's a ritual. Asia said it was important for his health. She thrives on doing it. Really. She said men have to ejaculate at least once every morning to stimulate 'Yang', their masculine vitality. And by swallowing semen, women transmute male sexual energy into 'Yin', making them more exciting and attractive to men. What goes around, cums around?

Kate giggled and blushed. Patrons didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe that's what's happening to you, Kate! Asia believes swallowing cum makes her healthy and attractive to men. The more she swallows, the healthier she becomes. Let me tell you, she should have been the healthiest girl in Mumbai! She got up at least an hour before we did to shower and prepare for the morning ritual. She did makeup and dressed just to excite Mark's passion. She'd give him a massage while describing what she'd planned; and listen sweetie, she could talk some real sexy talk. A guy would have to be dead from the waist down not to want her mouth on his cock after she described how much pleasure she got from swallowing his cum. When I said it was a 'ritual', I meant it. She always wanted me to watch so I'd learn to perfect the art, as well as heighten her pleasure gained from performing well for an audience. Mark wasn't about to deny her pleasure. Asia got pleasure from servicing any and all of our pleasures."

"Sounds like a job for me," Kate laughed, nervously bouncing her legs under the table. "Think she could teach me a couple a things?"

"Listen, the first time I saw her deep-throat cock I couldn't believe my eyes." Lowering her voice even further, Gita glanced around the room for fear someone might be listening. "She's so tiny, Kate. And Mark's cock is certainly larger than average. She didn't even bat an eye. We were in my room and I'd hardly introduced them when she smiled at him and asked if she could fellate him. My God, Kate, he about fell on his back! His face actually turned red."

Kate struggled to control nervous giggles.

"She goes, 'I am so pleased to meet you, dear sir. Please permit me to please you by fellating you and swallowing your cum. I will please you past any earlier experience.' She was wearing a little wisp of a Indian silk slit skirt, and she spread her legs so he could see her crotch. She was wearing a little French single-layer satin thong that fit her like skin. It barely covered her pussy, and she began rubbing herself between the legs. She has a perfect little crotch like yours; small pussy-lips, but a very deep pronounced cleft. There's not a hair between her legs. Mark and I could see everything, or what we couldn't, we could imagine. She goes, 'Please, sir . . . you appear to need sexual release. I sense you are very attracted to me, and if I'm not allowed to consume your seed, you will become even further frustrated by our meeting. Allow me to suck you to completion and swallow your cum This act will bind me to you so that you may direct me to perform at your will, to perform any act that brings you pleasure. Please don't deny me, and in doing so, deny yourself the act that first went through your mind when we were introduced.' You should have seen his face. She made him sit on the side of the bed like we did the other night. She got down on her knees and opened his pants and began caressing his balls with her fingertips. Mark's cock was standing straight up against his stomach. That little girl bent over and took it all the way down. The first time I saw her doing that, she didn't even stroke. She just opened her mouth and swallowed. It looked like she was swallowing his cock. She didn't do it fast, either. It was so sensual and slow, disappearing all the way into her throat like that. I'd never been able to do that before. I'd always bobbed my head up and down, you know, stroking with my mouth and sucking. She looked up at him and goes, 'You are approaching sexual paradise, sir. Do not linger to please me. My pleasure comes when you reach yours; when you send your warm semen flying into my throat, when you surrender all false modesty and give all to me, when you let me drink your virile nectar You may do it, now, dear sir . . . let you cum rush into my mouth. Please us both by surrendering your delicious seed!' Well, by the time she took it all the way down her throat, he was coming. I couldn't see any cum but I knew he was by the sounds she made swallowing, and the way she was masturbating. My God, that made me so hot."

A waiter approached and was waived away. The party at the next table got up and left, their absence leaving the room even quieter. Gita sighed and took a sip of tea.

"It seldom took her more than a minute to make him cum, at least the first time! She tried to teach me but I nearly choked myself trying. It took me a year to learn how to deep throat without gagging, and sometimes, like with Paco, it still makes me gag."

Kate's ears were red. Gita's sex narratives were making her squirm, both out of envy and a hint of jealousy.

"Did he go down on her every morning, too?"

"No . . . " paused Gita, obviously trying to recall past events with the randy pair. "Actually, what she seemed to enjoy best was when I was licking her while she was sucking him off. You know me. I really loved her clit, her whole crotch. I used a big crystal gelatin dildo while she sucked. She only allows herself to orgasm when she's making someone else orgasm. It's ritualistic; the whole sex act. Making her partner orgasm without coming herself was depriving her lover of her 'Chi' and her 'Yin', her sexual energy . . . "

Slipping her hand between sun-tanned thighs, Kate pressed her palm against a very slippery crotch. Under the thin layer of skintight satin, she could feel swelling sex-lips pulse with powerful contractions as Gita described her girlfriend's sexual talents.

"She welcomes any form of sexual stimulation," Gita continued, looking around again to make sure no one was listening. "Perhaps more than Mark, I'm into bondage. You know, the 'dominate' side? I get pleasure having a female sex-slave, a real submissive. I hope you don't think I'm too-weird but there's something terribly erotic about making a girl do things . . . especially a pretty girl . . . making her dress to please me . . . making her service me when I want to be serviced. Well, it excites me immensely! Anyway, we dressed her up one night and let two of her pretty little girlfriends 'have' her. What a ritual that was! After scrubbing her from head to toe they shaved her entire crotch, as usual, and gave her a full two hour body massage, stretched her until she looked like she was made of rubber and gave her three gigantic enemas. When they were satisfied she was ready, they began having sex."

"Ready?" Kate giggled, close to orgasm, "I would have been 'comatose' after all that. My God, Gita, you have me ready to cream my panties right now."

"How nice, darling, but listen and don't go off half cocked."

That remark made both giggle.

"Anyway, they made her lie spread-eagle on her stomach after getting her a little high on opium and rice wine, and used toys and techniques I'd never seen. They began playing with her crotch, you know, kissing her anus and sucking her clit until it was as big as her nipples, working their fingers up her pussy and arse at the same time. The young girls were as tiny as Asia. They have very small hands. Anyway, after a while, one had her whole hand up to her wrist up Asia's pussy! I couldn't believe my eyes! That little girl has the tightest pussy I've ever felt. She loved it. The other girl held Asia's face between her legs so Asia could lick pussy. The girl who was fist-fucking her was playing with her G-spot, making her ejaculate over and over. Every time her girlfriend had an orgasm, Asia ejaculated. When they had her at the peak, the other girl lubricated her hand with Asia's ejaculate and fist-fucked Asia's arsehole! The other girl was fist-fucking her pussy, and when she pulled her fist out, that pink tube continued spraying for at least two minutes! God, Kate, you should have seen that orgy. They held her face between my legs and she just kept squirting while sucking my clit. I could see everything. She must have loved getting fist-fucked. Can you imagine seeing a girl's little pussy spraying juice for two minutes. I thought she was peeing."

Aroused and lightheaded, Kate glanced around to see if anyone else was listening to the blazing 'sexcapade', but no one seemed to be eves-dropping. Without slowing the pace, Gita continued the titillating narrative.

"Those girls used toys in every opening; they ate her pussy and arse all night long." Sighing wistfully, obviously aroused by memories of that orgiastic night, she took another sip and set the cup down.

"I'm going to Mumbai," giggled Kate, the hand between her thighs wet with cunt-juice, "and I want your address."

A laughing Gita took Kate's other hand.

"You should have seen those girls working on her crotch at the same time, one fist-fucking her while the other used a giant rubber dildo. It looked exactly like a man's cock but was three times as big. They'd used three different dildos. They started with a small butt-plug, but each one was just a bit larger than the preceding one. They lubricated the shafts with some kind of salve. Finally, one girl worked a rubber cock up that little girl's arse. That toy was at least twelve inches long. It was very obvious they were making her incredibly excited but she refused to orgasm until they pushed her down on her knees between my legs and let her lick my pussy. The second I had an orgasm she sprayed like a cat."

"I'm on my way," Kate sighed, unable to sit still any longer. "Come on, Gita, this is making me very excited."

"Listen, she's the one who taught me how to ejaculate."

Enjoying Kate's reaction, Gita continued to tease her with tales of those steamy encounters.

"I never knew it was possible until Asia showed me how she stimulated an area just a little way inside her vagina. It feels different than surrounding tissue. When she teased it with her fingers, a clear liquid shot out of her urethra and it wasn't urine. It's like we have an equivalent of a male prostate. You have it and you use it. Not many women know how to stimulate it, but if they did, I'd guarantee every woman would be doing it. Mark certainly enjoyed it when we ejaculated. I'm sure it's one of the things that attracts him to you."

Lovely face damp with perspiration, Kate had to wipe it with a linen napkin. Inside the crotch of her cute little panties, her pussy was even wetter. Gita knew the story was having a powerful effect on the girl, but wasn't about to stop. She loved telling sex-stories and knew Kate as getting very aroused.

"You know, being my submissive, she'd do anything I asked. I asked often," she continued, holding Kate's warm hand. "When I'd ask, she'd suck Mark off in cabs, under the table in an expensive hotel restaurant and in those little boats. She'd go down on him in a second whenever I told her I wanted to watch her please him. She sucked him off while we were sitting in a sex-club. Boy, the tourists applauded that show! She even let him fuck her up her arse in hotel elevators when I'd stop one between floors. I have at least two hours of VCR tape of her performing fellatio and fucking. The tapes of them fucking are very erotic. She sometimes made him cum two or three times before pulling out. We got some sweet close-ups of those cream-pies. You know who got to eat them. You're welcome to see them if you'd like. They're absolutely the best."

Aware that Kate was masturbating surreptitiously, hand under the table, Gita decided to push her all the way to heaven.

"We had a party one night for all of her girlfriends at the club," she whispered, lowering her voice even more and leaning closer. "There were about twenty-five girls, all cute little tricks, none of them over sixteen, I swear. Anyway, by tradition, each brought a present for Asia. This time they brought these clear glass vials, like test tubes, about six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Each vile held fresh semen from three young boys. Isn't that weird! Well, the rule was that they, the boys, couldn't be over fifteen. It was each girl's duty to select three boys for virility and strength and collect the semen personally by masturbating the kids into the vials. Anyway, after one of those routine preparation ceremonies they bound Asia with silk cords in a very vulnerable position and took turns ravishing her body. Each girl would open a vile, ceremoniously pour the cum in Asia's mouth and she'd swallow while the girls made her ejaculate, kinda like you did with Paco's cum, but of course one of those equals maybe two of those boys. Each tube held about eight loads. Anyway, while one girl poured cum in Asia's mouth, the other girls took turns drinking her ejaculations. They believed they were drinking a powerful aphrodisiac from her sex while she gained sexual strength from swallowing young boy's semen. The ceremony lasted until every vile was empty. Asia had at least twenty-five orgasms. Kate, those young girls know a lot about sex. You seem to have some intuitive sexual knowledge. How you got it, I don't know, but from what I've seen you're on the same path to sexual euphoria."

"I hope so," Kate blushed, glancing around nervously. "I love learning new tricks."

The young waiter in white shirt and tight black pants came by and filled their tea-cups with hot water and left two more bags.

"Anything else, ladies?

Gita smiled and dismissed him.

"I learned something new every day," she whispered. "After I insisted, Asia got her girlfriends to give me a party, using me like they used her."

"You let all those girls use you?" Kate asked, so close to coming she felt faint "The same way?"

"With slightly different twists," grinned Gita, savouring a sip of warm tea. "They let me eat each of them while two girls used me. They rotated. Let me tell you, you haven't been sexually aroused until you let a couple of those young Indian girls between your legs. For the first time in my life my last orgasms were the best! They tied Asia up with silk after dressing her like a sex star. You know, thigh-highs, spike heels; the whole show. While I was being ravaged by her girlfriends, Asia was on her knees fellating young boys for my pleasure. Her girlfriends brought boys into the room five at a time so they'd be highly aroused by the time it was their turn to cum in her mouth. That made me so hot, I decided to heat up her arse and began spanking her with a silk-covered bamboo paddle. I didn't spank too hard, just hard enough to make her arse turn bright pink. I love that sound, that 'wack' when a paddle kisses nice smooth arse-flesh. That's very satisfying."

Taking a slow sip of tea, she sighed contentedly, but Kate was hanging on every word.

"Well, darling, she continued performing fellatio as close as we're sitting now. I think she sucked-off more than twenty boys. I've never been good at guessing Asian's ages, but they couldn't have been older than fifteen. I watched closely while I was spanking her, and believe me most of those boys came a half-dozen times without stopping. I knew they were coming. You could see it in their faces but they never made a sound. They'd quiver, little narrow butts flexing, and she'd swallow while I swatted her hot little arse. When one was exhausted she'd let him pull out of her throat and the next boy would take his place, his sex so engorged he'd ejaculate as soon he got it in her mouth. The boys continued coming every couple of minutes for maybe ten minutes or longer."

"Didn't any of them fuck her?"

"During the last two hours of the party. At least ten or fifteen boys fucked her while she sucked-off their companions. The girls would suck her after the boys had cum in her four or five times. She'd cum when a boy came in her mouth. I wanted to see them shooting-off in her mouth, so her girlfriends masturbated some of the boys so I could actually see. I loved seeing them cum. Twice, the girls masturbated five boys at once, making all of them cum in her open mouth while I spanked her pussy-lips with my paddle. Now that really made her climax! Imagine having five Pacos coming in your mouth at the same time. She sucked cock for at least five hours that night and I'm sure she swallowed maybe more than a hundred orgasms. Who know how many loads were shot up her little pussy and anus . . . her buns and pussy lips were so pink they glowed for a week."

Blue eyes misty and distant, Kate sighed, enjoying a clandestine orgasm.

"You're so different than most women I know. You're not uptight about having sexual fun . . . "

"My parents raised me without all those taboos and sexual restrictions." Gita finished the cup of tea. "My mother was Indian, and my father, French. Sex was a natural part of my childhood experience. My parents had sex quite openly. I saw them making love all the time. All kinds of sex, not just intercourse. I was masturbating before I was twelve. My mother taught me how, and I told her when I began having sex with my girlfriend. I think I was thirteen at the time. Mother seemed pleased that I was developing a healthy sex-drive and when she saw me going down on one of my boyfriends, she joined right in, teaching me how to suck so I wouldn't just be interested in girls. She was superb! I began giving head to boys at the same time I was having sex with my girlfriend."

"Lucky you," sighed Kate, breathing almost back to normal.

"Listen, I had intercourse with my twenty-nine year old second-cousin before I turned fourteen. My folks saw me doing it a number of times. My cousin and I fucked and sucked almost daily for half a year. Sex wasn't considered sinful in my home, so even the most kinky sex with Indian girls just seemed natural to me."

Sighing deeply again, Kate looked around.

"God, Gita, let's go do it in a boutique dressing room. I'm so aroused I can't wait to get back to the hotel. Come on, there's a couple real close to here."

After Gita paid the check, they hurried down Rodeo Drive to the nearest chic boutique. The "Hi, may I help you find anything special?' intros were easily handled as Kate rounded-up a few skimpy dresses and headed for the dressing room.

"Did you see these prices?" giggled Kate, once inside.

"I was watching you, sweetie," smiled Gita. "What's this going to cost me? Sloppy seconds tonight?"

Standing in the middle of the small dressing room sucking tongues, she slipped her hand between Kate's warm legs to play with a very aroused clit.

"Oooooo, baby . . . get down an' lick me," begged Kate, hips thrusting impatiently. "My pussy's so hot I bet I can cum before you can say 'You're a cock-sucking slut!'"

Giggling maniacally, Gita pulled up the front of the skirt while Kate held the wet satin crotch of her panties to one side.

"Mmmmmm, your sweet little pussy is just delicious," she whispered, down on knees, two fingers up Kate's tight little cunt. "Mmmmmmmm, I'm going to finger-fuck you."

Holding onto a wall-hook, Kate was shaking.

"God, I don't know if I can stand it, but try."

Licking the swollen pink clit bud, another finger followed Gita's first two. Three, and finally four fingers were up to her knuckles. Kate's moans were getting so loud she had to bite her knuckles and tongue to keep from being heard on the sales-floor. Folding thumb into palm, Gita twisted her wrist until all but her hand was into Kate's creamy pink cunt, its grip so strong it almost hurt. Kate reached orgasm; Gita pushed hard, her entire hand slipping into the hot vaginal sheath. Sagging, knees almost buckling, Kate came all over herself. Making a fist with her hand inside that deep cunt, Gita fucked the girl's juicy tube, rubbing against the small sensitive area she'd just described in her story. Fortunately for her, the giant spurt of warm fluid spraying from Kate's sex shot straight into her waiting mouth. She'd made Kate ejaculate just like she did!

Grabbing Gita's hair, Kate held her still, climatic waves vibrating through her body like a cymbal being struck by a mallet. Flashes of heat spread out from the depths of her cunt in all directions, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to keep from falling.

"Jesus, Gita, your wrist is as big as Mark's cock! Do me more!"

Driving the sexy girl wilder, Gita screwed a finger up her arse at the same time, feeling the invader through the thin wall of flesh separating colon from fist-filled vagina. Kate had an orgasm again, almost twice as much ejaculate filling Gita's eager mouth, its consistency, thick as raw egg-whites.

"WAIT!" hissed Kate, panting. "Let me catch my breath! I can't even breathe!"

Gita pulled down, her fist popping from the contracting sheath like a cork from a Champagne bottle. After sucking out the pink spasming sheath and swallowing the warm juicy excess of pleasure, she stood and slipped four cunt-gooey fingers into Kate's open mouth.

"Now suck it all off," Gita hissed back. "Asia always licked up her cum from my fingers! She did it very theatrically, too. She's quite an actress, Kate. Just like you. Watching either of you having sex is so exciting, it makes me cum just watching. Licking your pussy made me climax and I didn't even TOUCH myself."

Kate's graceful legs were quivering, the crotch of her little satin panty thong so saturated with her cum she was afraid it was going to spot-through her skirt.

"Look how wet you made me," she panted, holding the skirt up around her waist, her legs spread, rubbing the satin-covered crotch with a hanky.

"Ooooooooo, let me," whispered Gita, dropping to her knees again and sucking the glossy crotch of Kate's panties nearly dry.

"Please . . . that's ENOUGH!" giggled Kate, both pairs of cheeks burning pleasantly. "That's enough pleasure for a few hours. Maybe I can concentrate on some serious shopping now that my sex-drive is on cruise. Let's see if I can find some really neat things to charge, too."

After shopping three more hours, they'd spent more than either had planned, loaded down with bags and zippered clothes-carriers as they climbed into the limo.

"Oh well," sighed Kate, "if I'm gonna be broke, I might just as well look good doing it."

By the time they got back to the hotel, it was very late in the afternoon. Postponing the urge to 69 while changing into swimsuits, the sexy pair headed for the pool, hand in hand.

"I wonder where Mark is," mussed Kate, looking around the pool.

Tourists were ogling her succulent body; so was the ever-present film-maker.

"I thought he'd either be asleep or down here. He's not usually one to wander off when we're together."

They played in the pool for an hour, catching last rays before returning to the room. Singing a Mark Franks tune, Mark was in the shower when they unlocked the door.

"We're back," Kate called out, tossing her towel over the back of a chair, "and we're starving. Get out-a there so we can get ready to go to dinner."

"No problem," he called back, happily. "It's all yours."

He came out, towel over shoulder and a silly smile on his face. The girls traded places with him as he towelled dry and dressed.

"Well," Gita smiled, washing Kate's back in the shower, "he seems to be in a good mood. We were gone a long time and I know he hates to be kept waiting when he's hungry. Glad he's so happy."

"Me, too," nodded Kate, wondering what he'd been up to all afternoon.

Mark was looking out the window.

Ah, Venessa, he thought; what a nice name; and what a nice body. What great head! I hope the girls enjoyed their afternoon as much as I did! You three are going to have an incredible night!

After the girls left to go shopping, Mark had hung around the pool. Morning sun had climbed in the sky, and almost every chair and chaise was occupied. Walking over to the bar, he'd ordered a Bloody Kate, grabbed a towel from the supply cupboard and walked back out to the pool. The film-maker was frowning petulantly, most likely because of Kate's absence.

"Would you like some sun-screen?"

It was a pleasant feminine voice. Turning, he found Venessa standing next to him, a tube of sunscreen in her hand.

"Here. I use this on my face and other places I don't want to burn. You're welcome to use it if you'd like. You need to take care of the skin on your face. It's different than the rest of your skin."

"Thanks," Mark smiled, taking the tube. "My nose gets a little red."

"And let ME get your drinks," Venessa smiled, standing closer. "That's my job."

"Sorry, I didn't see you when I wanted one," Mark smiled back, eyes enjoying edible femininity. "Actually . . . I was hoping you were here . . . "

"Really?" she almost blushed, dropping large soft-green eyes before looking up. "Where did your two companions go?"

Rubbing lotion on face and shoulders, Mark methodically worked the off-white cream into dry skin. Closing the top, he handed the tube back to the very attractive young waitress.

"They went shopping. If I know them, they'll be back late."

Venessa was still blushing and he felt certain there was a mutual attraction.

"Well," he gestured vaguely, "guess I'll try and find a place to lie down. Looks like the place is busy again."

"We're almost full," she offered. "They hadn't expected such a mid-week crowd. They'd given me the day off."

She watched for his reaction to that bit of information. The look wasn't lost on him. He stirred his drink with the celery stick.

"You have day off? Do you have anything planned?"

He bit-off the end with a snappy crunch.

"No . . . " Venessa looked down, "nothing special."

"Maybe lunch?" he asked, grinning with boyish charm.

She blushed again.

"That won't cause problems?" she asked, eyebrow curved. "The two girls?"

"When do you get off?" he smiled.

Reddening even more to the 'get off' remark, she turned her face so he couldn't see her blush, then answered his question.

"One," she smiled, trying best to keep a straight face. "Lunch sounds wonderful. What do you like to eat?"

Mark grinned, and her face became redder.

"Where do you live?" he asked, sipping the iced drink.

"Real close." She couldn't stop blushing now matter how hard she tried, knowing she was well on the way to being seduced. "I walk to work."

"Well, why don't we stop by your place before lunch, that is, if you plan to go home first. I'm a good body guard. Yours is a body worth guarding."

Succumbing to the compliment, Venessa blushed bright-red.

"You're too kind. I bet you say that to all the girls you meet."

"Not unless they deserve it," Mark grinned back, response completely genuine.

On occasion he could be accused of being falsely complimentary, but in this case the compliment was well deserved.

"I'll come find you when I punch-out," she smiled. "Catch a bit of sun while you have the chance."

"Think I'm do a few laps and then change," he waived. "I'll be back down here at one . . . "

When the elevator door opened, Venessa was waiting by the pool. Mark joined her as they headed for the lobby.

"Seafood? Salad bar?" he queried. "What's the magic ingredient in your diet? Whatever it is, keep eating it."

She knew the answer to that, and reddened again as he opened the door for her. They walked briskly toward the strip in stride, neither speaking. After a minute or two, she broke the silence.

"I live one block down that way. An old duplex. The twenties. Lots of old palms and Birds of Paradise, potted plants, too. Beautiful old balconies . . . it's a two story tile and wood floor building. I love it! Big windows. Lots of light. I painted the place white when I moved in. The last tenant painted the walls a zillion different colours but white seemed more appropriate. I like using lots of pillows and plants to add colour."

When the light changed to 'walk', they crossed the street.

"God, listen to me babble. I sound like a Realtor. Let me open my mouth and I can go all day!"

Mark had high hopes. Turning north, they walked up a steep hill away from traffic. The place was nestled between two other old homes. He smiled when she opened the door.

"I like it. I could get used to living in a place like this. You have great taste!"

Tossing her bag on a chair, she waived him through the high-ceiling paver-tiled entry, smiling at his last compliment.

"Make yourself at home. I'm going to get out of these work-clothes. Be back down in a flash!" Pausing, she turned on some music, Acoustic Alchemy, one of his favourite albums. "If you want a beer or some juice, help yourself. You know where to find it."

Strolling through the living room, he checked out the dining room and kitchen, walked out on the balcony and watched cars streaming-down Sunset. It was warm on the balcony, its southern exposure letting in sunlight and pacific breezes, tastefully arranged with lushly planted Mexican pots and two old wicker chairs. Real charm. Leaning over the wooden balcony, he looked down at the stairs winding through an overgrown garden between the old buildings. Nice place, he acknowledged to himself. Turning, he walked back into the living room. Music wasn't loud enough to cover the sounds of an upstairs shower, but that sound stopped and a door opened somewhere above.

"If you want to see the second floor, just explore. I'm not the shy type so don't worry about getting in my way."

Humming to the tune as he turned the banister, he took stairs two at a time. Sunlight filled the second floor, streaming-in through high white-framed glass, walls a gallery for intriguing paintings, posters and photos. One caught his eye immediately; a large photo of two females in a most erotic setting, limbs entwined seductively head to toe. One figure was most certainly was Venessa. A painting nearly twice the size of the photo clearly depicted a semi-nude figure of a woman between the legs of a Satyr-like figure, leaving little to the imagination about what she was doing to the lecherous creature. Grasping long auburn hair in one hand, his other held onto an overhead limb, sensuous face mirroring the pleasure her mouth was providing.

"I collect erotic art." Venessa's voice made him jump. "There are more in my room if you enjoy that kind of thing."

He turned to see her nude figure disappearing into a room, bedroom most probably, so he followed her invitation. Almost as large as the living room, music softly filled its space like the sunlight through its windows. High domed ceiling and dappled plant-leaf reflections across floors gave the bedroom an almost mystical veil. Walls were hung with framed photos and paintings, each a highly erotic subject. Everywhere were scenes of lesbian debaucheries, Romanesque orgies, and sexy Flapper beauties doing overtly sexual things to Gangster-looking companions in the back seats of old sedans. Catching his eye, 1940's pin-ups, scantily clad and not in the usual cheese-cake poses, each depicted young beauties openly masturbating. Above each lovely head, cartoon clouds offered sexy promises to passing observers . . . sexual offers as graphic as their artfully-detailed crotches. Three different Madonna-like blondes wearing erotic costumes were being ravished by dwarfs and freaks; hands, lips and mouths exploring the sexual topography between the mistress's wide spread legs as each blonde fellated a muscular bald-headed half-naked Nubian partner. Another large air-brushed work depicted a redheaded beauty in exactly the same scenario as Mark's video of Gita. Viewers had the impression they were the man in the picture, the girl's voluptuous mouth filled with a dark thick cock, the expression on her face one of profound ecstasy. He couldn't stop staring until Venessa spoke, her laughter floating out of the bathroom.

"What do you think of my hobby?" Her voice was as soothing as water running over round rocks. "I like visuals as well as books. You aught to see my collection of literary erotica. I think I have at least a hundred first issue printings . . . all collectables. I've been collecting for almost eight years."

Moving through the room, examining each picture, he found himself more aroused by the minute. Even after the exciting morning with the girls, his cock was reminding him of its presence. He stopped when a smaller colour-photo near the king size bed caught his eye, a close-up picture of a girl's face. Eyes closed, head tilted back, sensual half-open mouth oozing what could only be semen . . . and in the lower right half of the picture, her hand was visible, its fingers tightly wrapped around the shaft of a very large cum-oozing erection. The face in the photo was Venessa's.

"Some pictures are newer than others," she said, voice close behind him.

Turning, he found her in a costume that made his head spin. Wearing the same kind of satin thong Kate favored, the stunning beauty had a crotch that made his tongue immediately hard. And the same kind of demi-bra, one leaving two very swollen nipples exposed to his lusty gaze. When she turned and walked to the closet, her buns were so firm they hardly quivered. She opened the door, selected a flowered skirt and a white cotton sleeveless blouse, a pair of white high-heel sandals and a small white bag. He watched her dress, short summer skirt soft and flowing around narrow hips, long legs looking even longer in white sandals, low-scooped cotton blouse, a costume giving her quite a European peasant look, a girl perhaps from the south of France?

Trying to clear it, he shook his head.

"Gee . . . I thought I was hungry for lunch. You sure knocked that thought right out of my head."

"Really?" she smiled, alluringly. "What are you hungry for now?"

"I'm so . . . " he cleared his throat and looked at the picture again, "well, your collection certainly gives me a lot of alternative ideas."

Floating to his side, she laughed musically.

"So, you like that one, huh? So do I. That's why I put it so close to the bed. There are three others in the bathroom that are a little more . . . graphic. I think that's the right word. My girlfriends took the pictures on my birthday last year."

Mark gave her a questioning look.

"Male stripper?"

Nodding, she grinned.

"Quite a stud! Twenty-one years old. My girlfriends told me I had to keep the other pictures in the bathroom or I'd get arrested!"

Her laughter was definitely musical. A shiver went through Mark and he took a deep breath.

"Well . . . what's your pleasure? Ready to go?"

Moving closer, she took his hand, looking up into his eyes as though searching for something lost.

"Remember what I said on the way over here; about letting me open my mouth;" (a blush) " well, I'm ready . . . to go down on you!" she grinned, hand moving between his legs to feel the swollen erection. "That picture, and you . . . well, you're both hard for me to ignore!"

"It sure is hard . . . " he almost whispered.

Smiling knowingly, her hand brushed his thigh, fingers teasing inside of his leg, moving up without hesitation. The sound of the fly being unzipped, fingers opening the belt buckle, unbuttoning the waist-band of his pants. One gentle push set him back on the edge of the bed, pants falling around his ankles. Looking down, she smirked.

"You are hard . . . just like I knew you'd be. And I do like that . . . " she nodded toward the photo, "don't you? You're not one of those guys who has to fuck to get off . . . "

Leaning back on his elbows, Mark nodded. Venessa raised an eyebrow.

"Yes . . . I mean, no . . . I don't have to fuck . . . "

Pulling a small pillow from the bed, and kneeling on it between his thighs, Venessa slipped her other hand up under her skirt.

"Actually, 'that's' all I want for lunch," she smiled up at him, seeing him watching her hand between her legs. "Oh . . . you like watching?" When he nodded, she raised her skirt until it was up around her narrow waist. "High enough? Can you see?"

Her hand was down inside the front of her white satin panties moving to a timeless rhythm. He nodded again. She sighed, pleasantly.

"I masturbate a lot," she giggled. "I like to orgasm. It's easy for me to have hundreds. I do it all day long. I bet you didn't know I did it yesterday while you were at the pool and I was back of the bar."

Closing green eyes she shuddered, obviously enjoying a powerful climax. She opened them again.

"The first few just get my motor started," she giggled. "The best ones . . . well, the best ones are when I'm doing 'that'."

She nodded toward the photo again.

"When I open my mouth for one of those . . . "

Standing straight up from his groin, a ruddy cock-crest was oozing crystal tears of pre-cum lubricant. She sighed and swallowed, licking bright-pink lips in anticipation.

"Looks like you're ready. Let me do it. Everything. Don't touch yourself. Just let me. Today, I need to suck." she giggled. "You know; some days I really need a big hard cock in my mouth . . . and just gallons of warm cum to drink! I have this oral fixation. My mother said I was always sucking on something. I don't just want to suck; I want the reward . . . I want to get something for sucking."

He almost cried when she went down, her generous mouth so hot and smooth it felt incredible. Moving slowly but deliberately, and after three slow strokes, she began swallowing, taking him down her throat, tongue fluttering in and out of her mouth like a snake's, stroking the underside of the cock so delightfully he shuddered with passion.

"If you keep sucking like that . . ." he gasped, winding his fingers in tangled red hair, "you'll get something . . . you'll make me cum."

Responsive moans were ones of obvious approval.

"In your mouth. You really want to eat it?"

More moans of approval.

"All right. Suck it . . . let me watch; open your mouth so I can see your tongue. Ooooo, just like that. Hold out your tongue out so I can see my cock on it. Fuck, Venessa, you're too much! God, look at your pink mouth! Suck like that. Yeah! Now, suck again! Get it a little juicy; not too-much saliva; yeah, just like that. Now, fuck it with your mouth. Ohhhh! YEAH! FUCK! Let me feel you rubbing it against the back of your throat. Jesus, Venessa, just like that . . . that's so bitchin' . . . keep sucking . . . " he gasped, "you'll make me cum. I'm going to shoot a HUGE fuckin' load in your mouth! Oh, fuck, you gorgeous little cock-sucker, here it cums! Oh, GAAAAAAAAD!"

Sexy comments made her moan with excitement. Swallowing almost desperately and her orgasm so powerful, two narrow streams of semen shot from her nostrils as cum overfilled the back of her throat.

"Mmmggggggggghhhh!"

She was groaning and gulping down squirting seminal fluids, slurping down warm surges of slightly sweet semen erupting in the back of her grateful throat. Swallowing the first three large spurts before releasing him from cum-coated throat, she masturbated final eruptions over open plump pink lips, cum sloshing into the waiting reservoir of a mouth like waves over a wall on a stormy seashore. Covering her tongue and running into her mouth from her nose, glossing her entire mouth and chin, cum, cum, cum . . . a pearlescent frosting.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, smiling up sensuously, "give it to me, you sexy blue-eyed bastard! Shoot it all in my mouth; mmmmmm; cum's so damn fucking delicious!"

Rubbing her face with the milky discharge, she massaged warm ejaculate into her skin like it was some beauty cream.

"Oh, this is so exciting, Mark. I can't get enough, really. Can you do it again? Some days I just get so horny for the taste of semen, not to mention the act of and sucking. Mmmmmmmm! Sucking a nice big hard cock like yours. God, I must be a, what's the word, nymphomaniac? Honestly, I really can't swallow enough of this sweet thick jism. Well, now you know I'm a cum-lover, Mark! Mmmmmmm, I was born to just suck and swallow!"

Mark considered her request with uncertainty.

"Well . . . " he grinned, sheepishly, "I've cum twice in the last five hours and I'm not sure I can keep up the pace."

"Twice?" she laughed musically, arching an eyebrow. "You are a busy fella! Those two girls must be happy. Tell me about it. How did they make you cum?"

"Really? You want to know?"

"Really. All the details!"

"Well, Gita woke me up doing what you just did . . . actually they share it; they love kissing with mouthfuls of cum . . . and then after breakfast, Kate sucked me too, but she sat on it before making me cum in her mouth so she could take a load in her cunt while Gita was licking her clit."

"Mmmmmm! Lucky girls. Can I at least try?" she asked, wide-set green eyes sweetly begging, still masturbating him and her excited clit. "Let me suck you again. Come on," she teased, cupping them in the palm of her hand, "you have another one in these nice warm balls. I know I can make you cum-off again. I need more cum to eat, Mark. Please?"

He could only shrug and she smiled.

"That was a yes?" she giggled, licking grateful lips. "You'll like this one. I get even better once my mouth gets warmed up."

Standing, she dropped her skirt and pulled the blouse off over her russet-haired head.

"It's getting really warm," she blushed, tweaking hard pink nipples. "Plus, you can see lots better, can't you? Just look how long my nipples get when I'm aroused."

Assuming the same position, she shoved her hand into the top of her glossy white panties.

"Clit's ready for this one," she giggled. "I promised it I'd give it this little treat yesterday after you and I talked. I told it I'd make you shoot at least two nice warm loads of cum in my mouth. Don't make a liar out of me."

Cock in hand, she squeezed the shaft and cum bubbled out of the little eye. Licking beautiful cum-glazed lips, she took him back down her throat, a five minute slow motion musical composition as she masturbated herself, humming lightly, sending harmonic vibrations through his large retracted nuts. Recognizing signs of recuperation, she licked her lips and began eagerly sucking Mark to rock hard firmness.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, this one's going to be big."

Playing with her nipples while she sucked, he made them so sensitive she was shuddering with pleasure, fellatio masterpiece about to be rewarded with a monumental treat of very heady, aromatic warm semen.

"You're such a fucking gorgeous little cock-sucker!" he chuckled. "I love it, Venessa. Nothing feels as good as getting sucked-off by a girl like you . . . someone I hardly know. Stand up and bend over the side of your bed."

"Why?"

"Don't ask."

She got up and bent over the bed, legs spread in anticipation of what she knew he wanted.

"I'm wet, Mark . . . REALLY wet . . . "

It was a high bed; so high he didn't have to bend his knees as he pulled the satin thong away from her crotch. She was already masturbating, two fingers mashing her clit, pussy lips open like a pink mouth, a thick crystalline glaze on her fingers. He was rigid, and the crest looked so large between the small pussy lips as he placed it against the small open sheath.

"Ooooo, fuck!" he sighed as he leaned over her lovely proud-cheeked arse and felt his erection fill her tight slippery cunt to his balls.

"Ooooo, yes!" she grunted, like someone had driven the breath from her lungs. "Oh, Mark . . . you're so big . . . I'm coming already, Mark! I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMING! FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

He pulled back and almost withdrew, but drove forward again, into the heat of her femininity, into the smooth slick pleasure of an unfamiliar cunt. The orgasm building in his groin wasn't about to be slowed by any trick of mind-set, it's journey predestined as it raced to leave the throbbing shaft and flood her greedy cunt with its thick sticky gift. At least eight enormous surges of semen pumped into that tight little treasure-box as she quivered in an ongoing orgasm.

Other than pelvic reflexes, neither moved for over five minutes as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He nuzzled her earlobe with his lips. She giggled and wiggled her arse.

"Let me up?" she whispered.

He rolled over. She got up, and hand over her crotch, went into the bath room and came back out with a hand-mirror.

"Want to watch?"

She smiled and spread her beautiful legs wide, holding the mirror between her thighs and six inches below her smooth hairless cunt. Mark sat up on the bed. She spread the baby-smooth lips of her pussy with her other hand and, like a belly-dancer, began a slow grinding motion with her hips.

"Watch . . . "

She was smiling, lust-filled eyes on the surface of the mirror, watching the reflection of her crotch, watching the sudden enormous oyster-size glob of semen ooze from the pink cunt-sheath.

"God . . . "

She must have flexed some internal muscles. Cum gushed from her open pussy in a stream, long swags of it tenaciously clinging to the pulsing sheath, swinging, then landing on the surface of the mirror. A pool of it. At least a half-cup of cloudy pearls quivered on the reflective surface like some kind of milky jelly, the volume appearing twice as large because of the reflection..

"God . . . "

She looked up into Mark's grey-blue eyes, her expression one he hadn't seen before.

"Tell me . . . "

He smiled back and nodded, playing along with her game.

"Lick it up. Use your tongue. Lick all of it up, but let me see before you swallow it . . . "

"Oh, God . . . "

She lifted the mirror and examined the shimmering puddle, tongue doing things to her lips that kept him erect. Still masturbating with the hand she'd used to hold the lips of her pussy open, she raised the mirror to her mouth. Mark got up and stood next to her so he could watch. She did have a long tongue, and used it like a jeweller cleaning a watch-crystal, long slow swipes across the surface to collect the jelly-like semen and convey it into her mouth. It took more than a minute or two for her to lick all of it up. She didn't swallow as she performed what was close to a devotional act. Finally, mouth full, she looked up at Mark and opened her mouth so he could see inside. It really was a mouthful of cum.

"Open your mouth. Open wide . . . hold out your tongue."

She did.

"Swallow it," he said, the pulse in his temples like someone beating a drum.

She did, eyelids fluttering as though she was about to faint. She swallowed for almost a minute.

"Oh, yeah! What a hot little cock-sucker. Yeah! Look at yourself in the mirror! Oh, yeah! That was too good. I thought about coming-off in your mouth yesterday when you were bending over. I could see that deep cleft of your pussy right through your panties. I knew I wanted to fuck you. I knew you were one of those hot little cock-suckers, that you wanted me to see your little pussy; you wanted to make my dick hard. You wanted to suck me off the first time you saw me, didn't you? I love getting strange head from beautiful young girls, and, Vennesa . . . I definitely loved fucking your beautiful little cunt."

"Hearing you talk like that makes me so hot, Mark. Let me suck you off again. You're hard again . . . please. You want me, don't you? You want to see me do it."

She was back down on her knees and sucking his cock before he could answer. She didn't slow down until he grabbed her by her hair.

"Watch. Look in your big mirror. You can watch, too. Here I cum. Oh, FUCK! What a fucking nasty girl! You're making me crazy!"

"Mmmmmmmm, she moaned sensuously, shuddering with fierce pleasure, upturned eyes registering immense satisfaction, watching the oral spectacle in her bedside mirror.

Swallowing the eruption, glowing with lusty pleasure, she was a cum-swallowing slut, sensuous face bathed in a generous discharge of heady thick sex.

"Give it to me! Shoot it in my mouth . . . mmmmmmm, you sexy bastard! It's so fucking delicious! This is so fucking exciting," she blubbered, semen pearls all over her lips, "sucking off a complete stranger. Did you like watching your semen going in my mouth? Don't you just love that? Could you see me swallowing it? I could, too. That's why I love mirrors!"

Having caught the last five spurts in the palm of her hand, and after examining the cloudy treasure as though it were some exotic elixir, she licked up the puddle until she'd swallowed more than half.

"You're delicious," she smirked, licking opulent lips. "I love the scent of your semen; it's better than musk. What an aphrodisiac."

Sighing, she slipped her cum-coated palm into the crotch of her satin panties, masturbating slowly, rubbing ejaculate between smooth pussy-lips and over her swollen clit.

"You're right, Mark. I wanted to suck you off when I brought you your drink at the pool. That's why I masturbated back of the bar. I could watch you and think about making you cum in my mouth, about tasting and swallowing your cum. I'm a shameless hedonistic slut."

"I knew it," smirked Mark, touching her nipple, the contact making her jerk. "You made me want to cum in your mouth when I first saw you . . . you made me so stiff when I looked up your skirt. I wanted to get behind you and slid my cock up that sweet little cunt. I really wanted to fuck you. You wanted me to look, didn't you?

"Why do you think I stood so close? I almost did this while standing there. I like this, too," she giggled, making herself climax with her palm-full of semen, taking his half-hard cock back down throat. "Oh, Mark," she panted, letting the deflating cock slip from cum-drenched lips, "I'm coming so good! I haven't cum this good for so long! God! A big mouthful of warm cum was all I needed, plus a palm-full for masturbating! This is heaven, Mark! It's no secret I fucking love drinking men's cum! I hope your girlfriends don't get mad a me for stealing your essential male fluids. I hope they love swallowing your semen as much as I did. I hope I get to swallow more."

Catching her face, he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately as she masturbated to another orgasm. Kissing timelessly, birds sang, and somewhere downstairs, a clock struck musically.

"Okay, I was kidding. Let's have lunch," she smiled. "I enjoyed your appetizers more than you'll ever know. Maybe we can come back here for dessert. Perhaps I have something you'd like to eat! I know you have something I want more of and haven't yet had my fill!"

Eating in a cozy little cafe, Mark filled her in on his relationship with the girls. By the time they'd finished, they'd made a splendid plan to get the girls to visit her apartment without him that night. Leaning back in the seat, he wiped his mouth with a white napkin.

"Honest, I couldn't do it again today if you paid me a million. I'm going to get a good night's sleep, but I want you to call me early in the morning so we can all go to breakfast together. I have no doubt the three of you will have an exciting evening. It'll give me time to recuperate. Three women are hard to keep up with," he chuckled, raising eyebrows just like she did, "but I'm doing my best."

Leaning across the table, she kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"You're doing fine," she smiled, tenderly. "I'm so glad your girlfriends are not only beautiful but bi. I hope you won't take this personally, but for me oral sex with girls is just fabulous. It has nothing to do with anything but the vibration between females. I adore the taste and scent of semen, but I'd nearly die for a taste of a randy young girl's cunt!" she blushed, licking incredibly kissable lips. "I hope you don't think poorly of me because I say what's on my mind. When I'm in the mood for a man, nothing else satisfies that need but a man. It's the same with women. I look forward to getting to know your girlfriends." She took a drink of ice tea. "How old is Kate? She looks so young, yet somehow so mature."

"She'll be twenty next month. Gita's twenty-two. Kate was a make-up and hair model when we met. Anyway, she's not doing it any more."

"They're both absolutely gorgeous! God, pretty teenage girls make my mouth water! That Gita has a fantastic body for such a small woman. She and Pilar must be almost the same size. I've fantasized about getting into her little panties."

"That makes at least two of us," grinned Mark, signing the check and putting his credit card back in his wallet. "I know I'm not supposed to ask, but how old are you?"

"Twenty-one. My birthday's in October. How old are you, Mark?"

"Thirty-three."

"You look much younger. Salt and pepper hair? When did you start turning grey?"

"Around twenty . . . my dad's hair did it, too. Genes, I guess. Women say it makes me look older."

"More interesting, maybe . . . more attractive, for sure. It's one of the things that caught my eye; that, and your obvious growing interest in me."

"You noticed."

"I almost got down on my knees when I saw it," she smirked, finishing her tea. "You're a virile handsome specimen of the male animal. Just watching you makes my panties wet."

Mark stood and helped with her chair and they walked out onto noisy Sunset. "You were thirteen when you started your collection?"

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm. Right after I sucked my first cock."

They looked at each other and laughed. Venessa took Mark's arm.

"We'll have a wonderful evening together and I won't mention our afternoon lunch unless you don't care. Here's my phone number. Tell the girls to call me. I'll be home."

After walking her back home, Mark gave her a kiss at the door, just like a high school date.

"Remember, when I want a man in my bed," she smiled, "I can't imagine finding one better than you. You gave me just what I was hoping for and I can't tell you how much I enjoy giving you head and swallowing your sweet cum. Don't even think about doing me now. Lunch left me too full to enjoy sex, plus I'm saving that for tonight. You can have a taste later," she smiled, letting him put his hand up under her dress and lightly caress the juicy cleft in her satin crotch with knowing fingers.

"You want me to come back?"

"I want you to cum in my mouth and my cunt," she smiled, slowly extending her tongue, "and I want you to lick my . . . how did you describe it? 'My deep cleft'. That's right. I want to see how good you lick 'cleft'."

"I'd like to lick it right now; while it's juicy. You're cunt is covered with my cum." His fingers were making her squirm. "I'd like to lick all of your crotch . . . "

"You mean, like what Kate got this morning? What you did to me over the side of my bed?"

"Did you enjoy that? I was thinking about what Kate loves . . . "

"Well; I'm still an anal virgin . . . but who knows what I'd do if someone like you made me hot enough . . . "

"My tongue is very persuasive."

"God, Mark . . . you really like analingus? Really? I'll just DIE from pleasure! I hope you're not teasing me."

Returning his kiss left little doubt in his mind she was very eager to experience those pleasures. He left her standing in the doorway holding the front of her dress up so he could see her hand playing in the crotch of her panties, knowing she wasn't going to stop as he turned right and walked back down the hill.

When he returned to the hotel to shower, he discovered the girls were already back. The bed was covered with shopping bags from expensive boutiques. Looking down from the balcony, he spotted them by the pool, the fat-man and five others seated not fifteen feet away, surreptitiously watching from behind large dark glasses. Poor guy, he mused, almost sympathetic to the man's near obsession. He went back inside and tossed his wallet on the dresser. When they get back up here they're gonna find a pleasant surprise to look forward to this evening. He unbuttoned his shirt, and dropping his pants for the second time in one day.

"Who's Venessa?" asked Gita, looking at one of two pair of shoes she'd just purchased.

"The waitress down at the pool yesterday. Remember?" Mark walked over to the dresser and went through the growing pile of brochures. "She asked specifically about you."

"She didn't ask about me?"

Abandoning the bathroom, Kate interred the room, brushing a magnificent cascade of golden hair.

"The one you were ogling in short skirt? I remember her. What did she want to know about Gita?"

"Let's see," Mark paused, picking up the TV guide, "she asked how old you were and if the two of you were 'together' . . . you know, like if Gita was your 'girlfriend'. I think she's 'attracted' to you, Gita."

"She wasn't attracted to me?" asked Kate, seemingly miffed. "Just Gita?"

Sitting by the window while Gita braided his hair, Mark browsed through the guide.

"No. She asked about Gita, but . . . she said you were one of the prettiest, sexiest girls she'd ever seen. Maybe she was concerned about how you'd react to her having an interest in you. That's my guess. Anyway, I told her you where a couple of lezzie beer-guzzling biker-bar dykes who hung around me just to make me look good," he smirked, wincing when Gita pulled his hair.

Kate's 'throw the hair brush' gesture made Gita laugh.

"What did you really tell her?" she giggled as Kate gave her boyfriend a scalding look.

"I told her Kate was nineteen and you were twenty-two . . . that I'd give you the note," he said, shrugging innocently. "I didn't go into detail about our relationship. She didn't ask. What's the note say?"

"Gita is invited over for drinks and dinner," pouted Kate, tossing the note on the bed. "It says I'm welcome if I want to come. What kind of invite is that?"

Finishing the braid, Gita resisted the urge to play on Kate's second to last comment.

"Don't be silly. What could be friendlier? Let's give her a call. Her number's on the note, right? I'm sure she's inviting us both."

"All right," Kate condescend, "maybe she's just being cautious about interfering in relationships. Go ahead . . . call her . . . "

Gita picked up the phone and poked the numbers.

"Hi, Venessa? Hi, this is Gita. Yes, I remember you. No, we don't have any plans. No . . . we'd love to . . . seven? . . . casual? Sounds like fun. Only a few blocks? No problem. We can find it. Thanks. Yes. Can we bring anything? Mark?" She held her hand over the phone. "She wants to know if you want to go, too?"

Pausing as though he was actually considering the invitation, Mark yawned and shook his head.

"Naw, I'm beat. Why don't you two go alone. I think I'll go for a good night's sleep."

Gita removed her hand from the mouthpiece.

"He said perhaps another time. Okay? . . . see you then. Bye." She hung up and looked at Kate. "She wants both of us to come over. She was just worried that you wouldn't want to come over without Mark. I told her we'd be there at seven."

Kate frowned at Mark.

"You really don't want to go? Yesterday you couldn't stop staring at her panties. I know she gave you a hard dick. It wasn't just me. Everyone noticed."

Mark shrugged and yawned again.

"That was because I was looking at you."

She feigned a limp-wristed swat in his direction.

"Are you sure you don't mind me going without you?"

Hand raised palm up, Mark shook his head.

"Baby, I don't mind. Really.

Returning to the bathroom, but leaving the door open, Kate removed her swimsuit and continued talking.

"Guess I'm gonna wear that new dress, Gita. The light-blue one, and the new sandals. What are you wearing?"

Getting up, Gita searched the pile of bags on the bed, going through each until she found what she was looking for.

"These . . . " she paused, holding up an emerald-green miniskirt and a lighter-green silk blouse. "My green heels will go perfectly with these."

Kate came out of the bathroom nude.

"You really don't want to go?" she asked, looking Mark in the eye like a detective. "Come on . . . you two were flirting at the pool. She couldn't keep her eyes off your crotch an' I know you liked her." Mark continued browsing the TV Guider,. "So, how old is she?"

"Hey . . . I don't know . . . " he yawned. "Sure, she's a cute chick, but I'm tired. You guys wore me out! What can I say. Give me the night off and enjoy yourselves. You'll have a great time without me. I need time to make more of what you two want."

After dressing, Kate took Mark out on the balcony.

"So . . . " giving him a hug, "we finally wore you out. You okay? Are you gonna recover by tomorrow?"

He nodded, but was looking out over the late afternoon city. She put her arm through his.

"Remember what I said at the pool?" A smile played at the corner of a very succulent mouth.

Smiling, he nodded again, brushing a long strand of hair away from her face.

"I'm fine. You two have a good time. Wake me up when you get back, 'if' you decide to come back tonight. If you ask me, I think Venessa has her eye on both of you. Don't be surprised if I'm right. An' I don't know, but she's gotta be twenty-one to serve drinks." He gave her a pat on the arse when she turned to leave. "Don't hold-back on my account. I think she has designs on your arse. Have fun."

Kate turned.

"Would that bother you, Mark?"

"Not at all. I know you like girls."

At six-thirty, the girls left the room chattering. Yawning, Mark shut the door behind then.

"Guess I'll call-out for food," he said to no one.

* * *

The short walk, even in heels, didn't take the girls more than five minutes. It was a beautiful early evening. An apple-green sky. A golden-orange glow over the west where the sun was setting was being pressed into the sea by a rising darker-blue horizon over the mountains to the East.

The old door opened and they were face to face with the female Kate had begrudgingly described as 'pretty'. In anyone's book, Venessa was knock-out gorgeous. In short white cotton shift and white ankle-strap sandals, subtle eye make-up and bright tangerine-pink lipstick made a picture for any slick publication. Two African beaded bracelets on her left wrist and matching beaded ear-rings were all the jewelry she wore.

"Come on in," she smiled graciously, hand out. "I'm so happy you both came. I hope you don't think me too forward, but you looked like you were loads of fun and I really wanted to meet you."

Following her into the living room, they got the cook's tour.

"The kitchen . . . the dining room. I guess it's more of a breakfast nook. I have so much junk. I hope you like the music. I have a bit of nearly everything. May I get you a drink?"

"I'd love a glass-a white wine," smiled Kate, embarrassed that she'd been so quick to judge the friendly beauty.

"Sounds good to me," added Gita, standing close to Kate, their fingers touching.

"Come on in the kitchen and I'll give you a choice," smiled Venessa, noting the intimate contact. "I have three different whites on ice." Choosing a fresh Chardonnay, she opened the bottle and poured three glasses. "Cheers," she smiled, handing the wine to the girls. "Thanks for joining me! I'm glad you have such an understanding boyfriend."

Clinking rims, they sipped chilled wine while continuing the tour of Venessa's digs. It didn't take long for Gita to notice the artwork and she nudged Kate's elbow as they headed upstairs. Kate slowed to look at the pictures while Venessa gestured toward bath and bedroom, commenting on the weather and the clear view seaward.

"Most days, I can't see much further than Santa Monica Boulevard, but today, you can see tree-tops way over there toward the beaches. Isn't it pretty? I like seeing all the night lights, too."

Kate wasn't looking at the view. She was looking at a picture of two females in a classic 69, partially-wrapped in white sheets on a mussed-up bed. Venessa paused as though waiting for some comment.

"You enjoy art?"

Turning, Kate blushed.

"I like these," she smiled, trying to conceal overt sexual agitation.

"Erotica has always fascinated me. I've discovered three artists I really like. I began buying art when I was maybe fourteen . . . whenever I had enough allowance saved. Then I'd save and buy more. It's an addiction, but a healthy one, if you can give up eating for feasting eyes."

Moving for a closer look, Gita studied the picture while Kate strolled through second-floor rooms, appreciating Venessa's stimulating taste in erotica. When she returned from the bathroom, she touched Gita's arm.

"Check-out the photos in the bath," she whispered. "She's addicted to more than pictures."

When Gita came downstairs a few minutes later, Venessa was pouring more wine.

"I made rice and salad. I don't eat large evening meals. Too much food late at night and I feel miserable."

"Fish is perfect," agreed Gita. "Sounds wonderful!"

Settling into the living room, they curled-up casually on old overstuffed furniture, sipping wine and talking girl-talk. When a buzzer hummed in the kitchen, Venessa got up.

"Rice is done," she called. "I'll put the fish on now. Salad's in the frig. Would either of you like some bread?"

"Feed me, spank me, make me eat!" teased Gita. "You can't go wrong. I'll eat anything you do."

Kate blushed at Gita's forwardness but Venessa took the repartee in stride.

"That's nice to know," she laughed, a seductive throaty chuckle, putting fish on the fire, "especially knowing you've seen my 'menu'. My mother insisted I grow a taste for the finer things in life . . . just like you."

"You do have a taste for the 'better things' . . . " smirked Gita. "I saw your pictures in your bathroom!"

"My girlfriends told me I'd be too bold if I hung those down here. Maybe they're right. I like having them in the bathroom. Something to consider while sitting there alone on the pot." grinned Venessa, turning fish over flames.

That got some nervous laughter.

"For some reason, they don't think my pictures of women are too explicit," She continued basting the fish as they cooked. "Personally, I don't see the difference myself, but then, my girlfriends are, well; I guess they're more inclined to pictures of women together than men . . . "

"You obviously enjoy both," smiled Gita, taking a sip of wine, condensation on the sides making it look so appealing. "So do I. There seems to be a time and place for almost everything, isn't that what they say?"

Kate poured another glass of wine for herself.

"I like the large painting in your bedroom. The girls are so beautiful and I don't see anything wrong with an explicit picture, as long as it's done so beautifully. Gee, I even like the photo by your bed."

She covered her mouth and laughed, realizing she was gushing.

"You're beautiful, too, Venessa! You look like you were enjoying that!"

Venessa straightened the short-shift after tossing her apron on a tiled counter.

"I do," she smiled, broadly. "And so was he. Are you two ready for dinner? Let's not let it get too cold. Roughy's best served fresh and hot off the fire. Here's the bread. I'll get another bottle of wine. Go sit and I'll serve. Don't wait on formalities."

They talked all through dinner, and by the time Venessa got up to make coffee, they'd polished-off almost three bottles of wine.

"No more wine for me," giggled Gita, cheeks flushed, dark eyes twinkling. "I'm so silly now, I'd make a fool out of myself. Coffee sounds perfect. Excuse me while I go use the potty."

Like some adolescent child, she bounced up the stairs, Venessa's eyes following her trim little cheeks. Kate leaned back in the chair.

"What a super supper." Yawning, she took a deep breath. "Sorry! I didn't mean to seem rude. I'm not tired. It must be the wine."

"Don't worry; it's the wine. You're right. Dinner came out good, didn't it? I'm always glad when fish turns out good. Thanks for the compliment. I'm also glad mother insisted that I learn how to cook." Getting up, she returned with the coffee. "Cream?" she asked.

Kate was about to make a silly sexually-oriented response, but thought better of it.

"Thanks," she said, instead, blush on pretty face incriminating.

"So," smiled Venessa, "am I correct in assuming that Mark is your boyfriend? I mean, I got the picture that both of you girls were, you know; God, there I go asking too many questions . . . "

"That's okay," smiled Kate, "you're right; on both. He's my current squeeze, but it's fun squeezing between him and Gita."

Gita came bouncing back downstairs.

"Is that you in the big painting over the bed? It sure looks like you. Your girlfriend is really cute. Are you still seeing each other?"

"She ;moved to New York two years ago," Venessa offered Gita a coffee cup. "She's an actor and dancer. She does Broadway."

"She looks like she was enjoying doing you," giggled Gita. "And who wouldn't!"

"Gita!" hissed Kate. "Be nice!"

"No;" Venessa laughed, "it's true! We absolutely adore each other! I'm glad you aren't offended by my lifestyle or interests. It's very refreshing to find young women like you." Pausing, she filled Gita's cup. "Cream?"

"Whenever I can get it," grinned Gita, the quick reply making Venessa smile.

Leaving the table, they went into the living room. Curling-up in a big chair, Gita sipped the steaming brew.

"That's one of my favourite paintings." She pointed to a picture on the far wall. "My favourite painter. She's getting better with every picture. She did that a year ago for me. Those two are friends that I met in Mexico on my last vacation to Cabo."

The painting depicted a young woman in the act of undressing another from behind, one arm around her waist, one hand cupping an exposed breast, fingers tweaking a hard upturned nipple. Her other hand was down inside the front of her girlfriend's panties, fingers covering her crotch. The girl's luscious lips, lips like Venessa's, were caressing her girlfriend's neck. Both girls were strikingly lovely; long-haired and graceful, their pose most provocative.

Walking closer to look, Gita stood entranced without speaking, music dominating an otherwise quiet room.

"I like it, too," she said, finally. "It's very erotic without being simply 'sexual' . . . not that I find sexual pictures distasteful unless they're violent or demeaning to the people pictured. I have an artist friend in India who does erotic art. I should get you one of his catalogs. His work is extremely graphic . . . better than film . . . he likes to paint young girls and boys in all kinds of combinations." She looked at the painting again. "Those two look like they're very much enjoying the moment. So am I."

Venessa was obviously pleased with Gita's remarks.

"Well said. I love erotic art. I'd love to see your friend's catalogue. Sometimes I'm in the mood to read intentionally-sexual material and to view graphically-erotic movies, the lustier the better. I have some photos I've bound in a portfolio for 'private' viewing, pictures I thought best not to hang. You're welcome to see my collection, or if you're into reading, I have some exciting visual material you'd enjoy. Tell me what you'd like, and I'll play hostess."

"Let's see the portfolio," Kate sparkled. "I like sexy pictures! I like that one of the woman with the animal in your bedroom . . . "

"That's a painting I posed for," beamed Venessa. "The 'animal' as you described him, was the painter. We didn't actually do that. He used me as a model and painted his face on the Satyr. That was his idea. He did that other painting of me and my girlfriend on the bed. That was done directly as we posed."

"Well," laughed Gita, "you got to pose like that for hours? How many days did it take him to do the picture?"

"Two," smiled Venessa. "He's very fast for the amount of detail in his paintings."

"Lucky you!" Gita giggled. "I'd volunteer anytime to spend two days with you like that."

All three laughed. Venessa brushed a strand of hair away from Gita's cheek.

"That could easily be arranged. We posed for three paintings, one of which is in the portfolio with a number of study-photos. I'll go get it."

Returning with a large black portfolio, a two foot by three foot binder almost a foot thick, she set it on the coffee-table. The three gathered around as she untied the binder and opened the treasure-chest. Inside? Page after page of absolutely unique and exciting erotica. Photos and drawings, etchings and poems, water-colours and oils, latex and inks, each so graphically sexual they aroused Gita and Kate to the point that neither could sit still.

"I like this one," giggled Gita, a picture depicting a young girl with her legs around another girl's neck, head thrown-back in ecstasy as her girlfriend performed cunnilingus on her obviously defined quite nude crotch! "Now that's delicious!"

"So is this one."

Kate pointed to a latex watercolour so complete in detail it looked like a photo. It was a painting of Venessa going down on the same girl, now posed in supine position on her tummy, cute little arse-cheeks arched up off of a bed. Venessa was dressed in erotic attire and laying between the young nude's spread legs, face between the wide-spread cheeks of the stunning girl's lovely arse. The addition of erotic comment clearly expressed the recipient's emotions. Above her head, written in a feminine hand, was the following phrase: 'Your tongue is so long it's teasing my heart! Do me deeper! Make me cum again, you sweet analingist!' Kate's cheeks were bright pink.

"She's so sexy and pretty, and so are you! Your pictures are real exciting! It's hard to just sit here and look. How did you get into the art-thing?"

"My folks sent me to Fine Arts when I graduated from high school. I was sixteen. They skipped me twice in school. I got to travel a lot and met lots of interesting people. Anyway, another student, the one who did that painting of those two girls I like so much, got me even more interested in erotic art. Much of her work was extremely graphic and I was very turned-on by her. She was my first female sexual experience. Anyway, I graduated a year ago. Now, art is one of my passions; especially that kind."

"They make me so excited my panties are wet," giggled Kate, looking at an acrylic of two girl's 69ing.

"They do that to me, too," Venessa confessed. "No matter how many times I've looked at them, they still arouse feelings of passion when I see them again. I think that's what art is meant to do . . . arouse strong feelings in the viewer. I go around all day with wet panties."

"Well, they arouse me," giggled Gita, openly slipping one hand under her green dress, a move Venessa didn't miss.

It took almost an hour for the girls to go through the entire portfolio, and their hostess was sure both were close to having climaxes.

"I've done a few videos, too," she continued. "A friend has an editing lab and lets me use it at night. I'd be happy to play them for you if you'd like."

Holding Kate's hand, Gita nodded eagerly.

"Those pictures were fantastic!" she reddened, realizing she'd reached out just to hold Kate's hand.

Kate didn't pull away and the smile on her face was a tip-off about what she was feeling.

"Let's see your videos," she smiled, remembering she still had the one of Gita and Mark in her bag.

Going to the bookcase, Venessa opened a large pair of doors in the upper half, revealing a giant screen TV. Selecting a video from a stack, she put it in the VCR and returned to the couch. Pressing buttons on the remote brought the screen to life.

"I do my own graphics, too. I edited the sound track, did voice-overs and wrote the script. Other than help with lighting and reflectors, everything else is mine. The make-up, hair, costumes, location, you can blame me for almost everything. I hope it affects you the same way it does me."

The video opened with a perfectly-paced introduction. Girls in the painting were cast as lovers in a Mediterranean setting, in reality a huge house belonging to one of Venessa's girlfriends. In short, the girls meet at a resort, are served a meal and drinks by an attractive young waiter in a tux. They overhear sounds from the kitchen; peek in to discover the waiter and a lusty little kitchen-maid engaging in some highly exciting intercourse on a large wooden kitchen table. They watch the encounter's climax when the teenage maid drops to her knees and milks the youth to a generous orgasm, the entire load spilling into her very eager mouth. Aroused by the experience, the two beauties quickly retire to an upstairs room, throw themselves into an exquisitely-filmed sexual frenzy, editing, dialog and sound perfectly balanced for ever increasing excitement. Music background was never too-loud or overpowering for the erotic dialog, and the climax reduced Gita and Kate to a state of sexual arousal even greater than their afternoon episode.

"Beautiful," sighed Gita, the video over, both of her hands under her short skirt, now hiked-up above her hips so far, her companions could see exactly what she was doing.

Her active fingers were nearly dancing inside her skintight panties, fingers playing in each slippery sheath. The sight wasn't lost on Venessa.

"Want me to play the other one?"

Venessa was smiling at the effect her video was having on the girls.

"It's maybe better. I used the same cast a week later."

"You can play me!" giggled Gita, quivering in orgasm. "I love your work! I can be VERY appreciative!"

"You'll have to wait your turn," snickered Kate. "She's sitting closer to me!"

Venessa laughed, a musical lilt filling the air.

"Enjoy the film, but take out your frustrations on the film-maker if you must."

After changing tapes, she went to the kitchen, returning with a small bottle of Chartreuse. She poured demitasse glasses for the girls. When all were ready, she started the tape, a slightly longer film done in the same location but in different parts of the home. The story revolved around the same young girls in more contemporary costume, much the same as Gita and Kate had worn while shopping. They were introduced as students in an all-girl school, roommates isolated from old boyfriends in a convent-like setting. Dialog quickly lead convincingly from simple girlish chatter to sexual subjects, confessions about missing boyfriends and subsequent frustrations. Each admitted to masturbating, then, with little coercion, demonstrated techniques, finally enjoying mutual masturbation. They were soon joined by a new roommate, the kitchen-maid from the first video, who happily joined in the masturbatory game, eagerly performing cunnilingus on both. Then the camera discovered a young man, played by the waiter from the first film, now a houseboy and Peeping-Tom. Peeking through a crack in the door, he watched the young girls masturbating for each other's pleasure, spreading pretty legs for the hungry little teen. Excited, he begins masturbating too. Making a noise, he's discovered by one of the girls, opening the door to find the source of the sound. They pull him into the room and proceed to tease and strip him. Well endowed, they're obviously excited to see him. They encourage him to masturbate, then take turns giving him head until he erupts, pumping semen into each lovely's mouth. Camera-work was slow-motion perfect, close-up and well lit, so close, only faces and the swollen erupting organ filled the screen. All three girls obviously enjoyed swallowing his profuse ejaculate. Then they make him perform cunnilingus while they take turns licking each other, each enjoying multiple-climaxes. When he's stiff again, they make him fuck them like puppies. This time he cums in the blonde's pretty little cunt. After the girls indulged their appetite for cunnilingus, beautiful images of lips over nipples and tongues between cunt-lips, all three suck him off again, once more swallowing the last of his free-flowing orgasms. Promising to keep their secret, to save himself, he leaves the girls to enjoy a passion-filled evening of mutual cunnilingus on the bed. The close-ups of them licking-up the stunning little girlfriend's cum-oozing cunt as she squatted over their mouths was the best filming of cream-pie eating Gita and Kate had ever seen. Their youth, beauty, innocent faces, and nubile bodies, coupled with complete surrender to lust, so aroused Kate and Gita that they sat silent when the film ended.

"That was my last one." Venessa took a sip of Chartreuse. "I got their permission and plan to put it into circulation next month. I want viewers to discover films can be made which have art involved as well as sex organs. Don't misunderstand me. I like nasty close-up porn. There just isn't much of it. My friends and I stand to make a few bucks. We aren't bothered by puritan ethics where sex is concerned. My friend put me in contact with a producer. He prints the video for distribution and gets them into stores. We've worked out the money-thing and finished all the legal paperwork . . . no one under eighteen . . . blah, blah, blah. What do you think? Am I going to be famous?"

"How about your parents?" asked Kate. "Won't they find out?"

"My real name won't be on anything. I know I'm lucky; growing up in a family like mine. It was easy being a little rich girl, but now I want to really be on my own. The waitress-thing at the hotel? I took that job because I had to get out here in the world. I don't mind serving drinks to people for minimum wage and tips. I'm not doing it for the money. I have enough to retire if I wanted to, but I want to pursue the erotic art experience. I want to show the world that better sex films can be made.

Crawling on knees to where Venessa was sitting, Gita put her arms around the redhead's waist. Kate followed, but cuddled-up next to her on the couch.

"What?" asked Venessa, clearly amused. "What now?"

Putting an arm around her shoulder, Kate tipped her chin up to hers. A kiss meant to melt steel, Venessa was visibly shaken when it ended. Gita was watching, and when Kate nuzzled the redhead's ear with electric-pink lips, Gita began working the short white shift up the redhead's shapely hips. Kate kissed the beauty again while Gita spread those deliciously-shaped legs wide, and making herself comfortable between warm thighs, began licking and sucking the deep cleft right through the thin satin covering the smooth panty-crotch.

"Oh, yes," smiled Venessa, lovely lips curling back in pleasure, "lick me good! Open my pussy and suck it, darling! I'll return the favor . . . "

She let the girls strip her down to panties, then lay back to enjoy their assault on her overly-receptive body. She'd been so hot since sucking-off Mark, especially after he'd fucked her so good from behind. Twice, she'd nearly surrendered to an afternoon of masturbation. Now, she was glad she hadn't, climaxing powerfully as Gita licked her pulsing sex through wispy satin-Spandex and Kate teased her prominent nipples to spine-tingling pleasure.

Using the same technique she'd used on Kate, Gita pulled the panties to one side and slipped two fingers into heaven, rubbing the little spot in the warm juicy cunt, exciting her to even higher plateaus. She massaged the G-spot until, arching hips upward, Venessa sprayed, a clear warm stream of liquid shooting directly into her waiting open mouth.

"Ohhhhh!" cried Venessa. "Ohhhhhh, suck my clit! Lick it! Use your fingers like that, again . . . what did you DO to me? Make me cum like that again! Mmmmmmmm, girl! I've never done THAT before! How did you make me DO that?"

Slipping three fingers in, and after five minutes of carefully practiced vaginal-massage, Gita had accomplished her goal.

"Oh, my GOD!" cried Venessa. "She has her whole hand in me! All the way in me! Oh my God! I'm so hot! Let me lick you, Kate. Hurry; let me get my mouth on your sweet little sex while she plays with my pussy. God, don't stop, Gita. Oh, don't EVER stop! It feels like I'm going to do that again. Your wrist feels like a big hard cock!"

Crawling up and straddling Venessa on the couch, Kate let her at it, the redhead's tongue and eager lips sucking at the cum-drenched crotch of her skintight panties until, trembling with sexual energy, Kate squirted, too! The force of ejaculating juice was so great, clear fluids were forced through the sexy satin material as Venessa sucked, swallowing as fast as she could suck it up. Knowing she'd cum again quickly, Kate pulled the crotch out of the way so the girl had complete access to her open pink cunt. This time, she squirted an even larger ejaculation across the beauty's cupped tongue.

"Fuck!" gurgled Venessa, pussy-juice running down her chin in a stream, her fingertips pinching Kate's protruding nipples.

"Mmmmmm," Kate giggled. "Stick your finger up my arse and I'll cum again hard. You better be thirsty, girl."

"Oh, I AM," moaned Venessa, sucking and tongue-fucking the smooth lining of Kate's slick cunt, slim finger fast up the slippery anal-pucker, eager for the promised reward as she teased Kate's breasts with her free hand. "God, you just GUSH when you cum!"

"Swallow me!" panted Kate, five warm eruptions spurting from her throbbing sheath.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Venessa was still coming wildly on Gita's tongue as the tiny girl fist-fucked her like a bionic sex-machine!

"Your wrist feels so nice! I've never had a girl do this to me."

Knowing she wanted it, Gita pulled her lower on the couch so she could get the redhead's legs over her shoulders. Pressing her mouth under her fist, the tiny exotic slipped her serpentine tongue up the beauty's arse so deeply that Venessa nearly fainted with lustful pleasure. But she had to keep sucking to keep from drowning in Kate's warm sexual excess, never in her life having experienced such copious rewards for oral talents, even when sucking semen-surging cocks.

"Let's trade places," Kate urged. "I want to lick your pussy. If you think I cum hard, wait'll you lick Gita!

Gita proved her correct when Venessa's tongue brought her to orgasm. Greedy for cunt-cum, she climbed off of the girl's hungry mouth and helped Kate lick up her orgasm that was overflowing the redhead's full lips.

After resting an hour they had another glass of Chartreuse, then went upstairs to shower. Taking turns, each shaved the other until crotches were smoother than silk. They teased and played with slippery cunt-gush lubricated pussies and nipples until none of them could stand up!

On the big bed, they made Venessa lay face-down while Gita reenacted the ritual she'd described to Kate at lunch. Spreading both cheeks with her hands, she tongue-reamed the beauty's arse so deeply and so passionately, their hostess actually fainted. After coming to her senses, Venessa returned the favor, licking Gita's tiny anus so thoroughly, the exotic slut was nearly hysterical.

"No more . . . no more . . . please!" she gigged, trying to roll over so the girl couldn't tongue-fuck her sensitive arse "Let me rest a minute! I can't keep coming like that or I'll die!"

Kate and Venessa looked at each other and giggled.

"Does that mean she's having a good time?" smirked Venessa, wiping her mouth with fingertips.

"I am," Kate laughed, face smeared with crotch-cream. "I brought a toy along just in case. Here, use this up her arse. I want to good arse-fucking tonight while Gita licks my pussy."

Handing the big natural looking dildo to Venessa, she straddled Gita's face.

"Lick me real good, baby. She's gonna give it to me up my hot little back door. Mmmmmmmm," she panted, feeling the monster spreading her eager anal pucker, "oh fuck! That's such a huge cock. Jesus! It's bigger than Paco's! Oh, I just love it when it's up to the nuts in my arse! Stick that big cock up my arse an' fuck me hard. Oh, yes! OH, YES! Oooooo! Venessa!"

Venessa was relentless, using the big dildo, just like she liked it in her own pussy; fast and hard; all the way in, Kate's comment about Paco leaving her more than puzzled.

"Well . . . you enjoy this, don't you?" she smiled, remembering Mark's recital of Kate pleasures. "I bet your boyfriend fucks your hot little arse just like this. Does Gita suck your pussy for you at the same time? You must be coming in her mouth. Let me hear it when you cum. I want to hear you MOAN when you're coming."

"FUCK!" screamed Kate, arching her proud little arse against the long thick dildo. "Oh, fuck! FUCK my arse. Just like Mark fucks me up my arsehole! Oh, yeah, I love it! Here I cum . . . watch, I'm squirting-off right in her mouth! "Ohhh, YEAH!" she screamed, ejaculating all over Gita's open mouth and tongue, pussy-juices wetting Gita's conical firm-nippled breasts, raven black hair and exotic face, bathing her playmate in cunt-gush.

Burning with excitement, Venessa hadn't guessed the girls would be so incredibly sexual. Her pleasure was unmatched by experience.

"Look, Gita; she has the whole dildo up her arse. Look how it spreads her arse. She loves it like this, doesn't she. What a hot woman. I wish this thing had a cum-pump. Have you ever seen one of those? I have one in my bathroom. You can fill it with artificial semen . . . "

Head to toe below Kate in a 69 position, Gita was looking up at Venessa between the blonde's sun-tanned thighs. She could see the big dildo deep up Kate's arse and Venessa's face looking down.

Artificial semen?" she asked, licking pussy-juice glazed lips.

"They use artificial cum in porn-films." Venessa's face was glowing. "I buy it from Teddy, my friend with the studio. It's sweetened starch and vegetable cellulose. I swear it looks just like the real thing! I put it in the cum-pump and use it with my dildo. I warm it up first so it's just a little warmer than body temperature. When I start to orgasm, I just push the valve and pump it all right in me. God, I just love feeling it squirt up my pussy. It's perfect. We used it in that last scene with the girls and the house-boy. The first part of his climax was the genuine thing . . . Lisa swallowed all that, but Sandi and Trish got the artificial cum! You couldn't tell the difference from looking at it, could you, but she says it's not quite as salty; that it's much sweeter. All the girls are willing to do the 'swallow the load' scene with the substitute. It's like eating cum-candy."

Gita grinned lewdly.

"Go get it!"

Climbing off the bed, Venessa hurried into her bath. Sounds of running water lasted four or five minutes. She returned with a rubber syringe three inches around and six inches long attached by a two foot surgical-rubber tube to a twelve inch latex cock and balls that looked so real is was almost scary.

"This is mine," she giggled, holding up the phallus. "Looks real, doesn't it? Put this in a guy's pants and squeeze the syringe and what you see is a twelve inch cock in the height of an orgasm! The best part is, it never gets soft!"

Examining the toy, they passed it around the circle, giggling like high school girls.

"You just squeeze the syringe?" asked Gita. "It comes out like cum?"

"That's all you have to do?" smirked Venessa. "Lie spread-eagle on your tummy again, Kate. I'll shove this big toy up your hot little arse."

Gita swatted Kate's buns.

"I'm going to do my part."

As Gita wiggled back under her, Kate got to her knees, looking over her shoulder at Venessa.

"God, my pussy's so hot!" she giggled. "I bet I can cum a dozen times. Do me like you did last night, Gita. When you do that and lick me, it makes me squirt just like you do. Go ahead, Venessa. I've never had one that long before. Do it! Don't hurt me, but try and get that thing up my arse."

Squeezing syringe enough to make some contents ooze from the tip, Venessa used the milky liquid to lubricate the shaft. Before working it into that perfect pink pucker she paused, bent forward and wiggled her tongue into the little hole, inhaling the rich feminine scent of Kate's randy crotch. Taking a deep breath she sat back and pressed the head of the slippery latex phallus against the slightly resistant muscle. Twisting her wrist back and forth, she watched first the head, then inch after inch disappear up Kate's arsehole while Gita devoured the blonde beauty's flowing cunt.

"Oooooo, yeah," Kate sighed, each rising 'ooooooo' adding emphasis to the journey the dildo was making until the entire shaft was up her arse to its latex balls! "Oooooo, YES! My God! It's so big and so HARD! It feels just like the real thing! Pump it in my arse, Venessa! FUCK me with that monster! Oh, my GOD! It's making me cum all over myself! Oh, Gita . . . suck me up! You're making' me cum, baby! Lick me good, baby. Make me squirt. Oh, baby, DO it! Oh, my GOD! I hope you can make that big thing squirt off like a cock! I want my little arse full of hot cum! I'm coming! Oh, my GOD! I'm coming so GOOD! YESSSSSSS!" she screamed. "I can't stop! I'm still COMING! Oh, my GOD!"

Fucking Kate's arse with all her strength, Venessa pulled the monster back until only the head was captive in the blonde's arsehole before plunging the shaft back into that coral-pink sheath, driving the latex phallus up to its latex balls. Every time she pulled the shaft almost out, Kate's anus looked like it was being turned inside-out! Her entire body was quivering. In and out, in and out, faster and faster until the little blonde was blabbering.

"FUCK me! FUCK me! FUCK me! OOOOOO! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

At the height of her pleasure, Venessa acted. When Kate screamed 'FUCK ME!' the loudest, she squeezed with both hands, rhythmically compressing the full syringe to mimic orgasmic spasms of a cum-shooting cock, forcing over a cupful of very warm synthetic semen up Kate's gratefully-fucked arsehole. Collapsing on Gita's face as she came, the lovely blonde's breath was forced from her lungs as though she'd been hit in the solar plexus.

"I'm squirting a big load of cum up your hot little arsehole, you anal whore!" laughed Venessa, green eyes wide, face bathed in perspiration. "I'm shooting so much cum up your arse you'll ooze cum for a month, you hot little tramp! Feel that cum, you sex slut! You LOVE it, don't you! SAY it! Say you LOVE it up your arse, you little anal whore!"

"I LOVE it up my ARSEHOLE!" Kate cried, arse quivering uncontrollably. "I LOVE it! My GOD! I LOVE getting fucked up my arse! Paco fucked it so GOOD! I fucking can't GET arse-fucked HARD enough!"

The big latex dildo was buried to the hilt while Gita made Kate orgasm deliriously. Venessa was wiggling the latex monster, causing a milky trail of synthetic cum to dribble down the insides of Kate's tanned thighs. Spreading those beautiful buns, their hostess let the little brunette beauty replace the dildo with her long arse-loving tongue, sucking as Kate squatted back, warm gooey fluid filling the beauty's mouth.

"I give up!" Kate cried. "Wait! I can't take anymore! Don't lick me . . . Oh, my God! Let me get my breath . . . don't even lick me! God! I haven't cum like that since I don't know when. Give me a break, you two."

Rolling over, Gita sat up, licking red messy lips, her face covered with pussy-juice and artificial semen.

"You should see your face," laughed Venessa, pulling Gita closer. "I'll clean up the mess if you'll let me lick you again."

She licked and kissed Gita until most of the pussy-juice was gone.

"That stuff tastes great, almost as good as the real thing. Go down on me now," Gita giggled. Kate's going to suck on my nipples!

Kate did, driving her new girlfriend almost up the wall with knowing oral caresses to those stunning breasts. Between the brunette's thighs, Venessa gave fabulous head for an hour, opening Gita's cunt with her fingers and licking the inner pink lips and pulsing sheath. She paid the same attention to the beauty's smooth anus, stretching the tube and tongue-fucking it while Gita came like a banshee!

"Mmmmmmm, I love eating your delicious crotch, you beautiful creature! I love the taste and aroma of your pussy. Juicy cunt! What a heavenly sexy perfume! I think I've cum a dozen times while eating you tonight."

Kate had Gita's nipples sucked to trembling swollen peaks, lips moving from one to the other as Venessa ate spasming anus and gushing cunt. Gita counted sixteen orgasms before she had to push Kate away and grab Venessa by the hair, pulling the lovely girl's tongue away from an over-sensitive clit.

"No MORE," she panted, "at least not until I've rested. Maybe in the morning."

"You'll stay the night?" beamed Venessa, savoring warm cunt-juice. "Won't Mark get worried if you don't return?"

"He's asleep," said Kate, still playing with Gita's dusky nipples. "We can call him in the morning. That might be fun. Actually, we could wake him up, and I mean 'up'. Wouldn't that be fun. What do you think, Gita? Should we let Venessa wake him up?"

Gita picked up the photo next to the bed.

"Looks like you know how to please guys," she smiled, handing the picture to Kate. "Want to watch her in action? Wouldn't that be fun?"

Kate looked at the picture for a minute, emotions playing across her face before glancing up at Venessa.

"You enjoy doing this, don't you." It wasn't a question. "You want to suck him off? I guess after all this, I shouldn't have any jealous feelings about you sucking my boyfriend's cock. Would you like to give him head?"

Remembering her steamy afternoon on her knees, Venessa blushed, but looked up at Kate and smiled.

"If that's an invitation, the answer is yes. I won't pretend I didn't find your boyfriend attractive. The truth is, I would have sucked his cock if he'd pulled it out at the pool. I go through periods when all I can think about is sucking. I need something in my mouth. I get so hungry for cock, even more than for food, but there are periods when I don't want to see a man; when all I want is a young woman . . . completely . . . all of her. Today, I've been in one of those moods when I want cunt and cock . . . and if I had the chance, I'd suck him off until he made me stop."

Kate looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"He really enjoys getting head," she smiled, then looked at the picture again. "Just like you look here, like you really enjoy it." She paused again, looking at the mouthful of semen. "He cums a lot, Venessa. He can cum at least twice in the morning."

Reaching out, she took Venessa's hand, blue eyes searching hers.

"I want you to suck him off as many times as he'll let you. Even since I first watched Gita swallowing his cum, I discovered it excites me to see other girls making him cum in their mouth."

Going to the TV on the dresser, she put a tape in the VCR and turned it on.

"Mark played this tape for me this week. I'd never seen it before, and I'd never met Gita, either, but the truth is, it made me more excited than I'd ever been in my life. I'm glad all this has happened."

The now familiar image of Gita's face filled the screen, the tape playing-out the beautifully-filmed sexual encounter. Venessa sighed with approval when Gita took the massive orgasm in her mouth.

"My God, I want that."

It was a whisper. Vennesa had masturbated throughout the video.

"God, Kate, will you let me? I need to suck that man off! I need that feeling of a man coming in my mouth. I need to swallow it! I adore its taste; the scent and texture! God, I'd swallow quarts of his cum!"

Kate smiled.

"I feel that way, too. Sometimes, I can't get enough. When I need it, I'd suck off a football team if I had the courage." Blushing at that thought, she looked at Venessa again. "Anyway, I'll enjoy watching you. Let's go over in the morning an' wake him up. Gita and I'll enjoy the show."

"Really," Gita added. "I like watching. Is Mark going to do her, too?"

Kate looked at Venessa and read her eyes.

"You want him to eat you?"

"Can I sit on his face?" blushed Venessa. "He's so handsome and sexy. I'd just die to sit on his tongue."

Kate looked at her for a long drawn-out moment before answering.

"If you'll let him fuck you up your cunt and arse. If you'll let him cum inside you first."

Venessa covered her face with both hands, then nodded and snickered.

"You're nasty, too. I like that, Kate. You knew I'm an anal virgin."

"That's why. Mark will love fucking a virgin arse. Okay?"

Venessa sighed and licked her lips before answering.

"Deal," whispered their hostess, face flushed, head bowed.

"Deal," smiled Kate. "Now I'm going to sleep."

Bathed in perspiration, but relaxed to the point of Jello, the three cuddled together on the big king-size bed.

"I love this house," sighed Gita, looking up at floor to ceiling white multi-paned doors and the glow from the city below. "The rent must be out of this world."

"It would be, I guess," said Vanessa, still licking Kate's smooth juicy crotch, "but I bought it instead. I knew it was just what I wanted. A nice home near everything."

"Lucky you," sighed Gita, joining her between Kate's thighs.

Working together like a team, the two sucked Kate's crotch from anus to cunt as she slipped off into dreamland. Licking and probing pussy and anus with long fluttering tongues, all three finally drifted to sleep like angles throughout the warm summer night, but not before the words she'd heard earlier drifted through Venessa's lovely head: Jesus, it's bigger than Paco's . . . and, Paco fucked it so good, both remarks making her wonder about the beautiful blonde at her side, and how and when she'd gotten time to get Paco to fuck her up her arse

Hmmmmmm, who knows what's happening back there at the hotel, she thought. Maybe I shouldn't feel guilty for what Mark and I did this afternoon. Hmmmm, the Paco certainly has a nice package in those tight black slacks. Wouldn't a little party be fun to put together? I could use a cock like that boy has in his pants. I'll just have to see what I can arrange.

Still smiling, and imaging that possibility, she surrendered to wonderful sleep.

The time on the bedside clock showed two twenty-two. Today tried to relax. Even with eyes closed he could still see the after-image of camera lights, and taste the lingering acridness of eighteen or more loads of semen. He'd cleaned-up the mess after the film crew and cast left. He'd disposed of the dozen or more used condoms he'd sucked-out, cleaned-up the ashtrays and used tissues, washed and put away all the glasses, then showered twice before going to bed.

Earlier, Mr. Scott had been pissed when the girl in the metallic-snakeskin swimsuit hadn't come down to the pool. Amand and Douglas had waited late into the evening for the blonde to show up, then left after telling the fat-man not to 'fuck around' with them by making offers he couldn't fulfil. Mr. Scott had made him fellate the two blacks to make up for getting them over with no blonde to abduct. He'd sucked both men off twice. He's almost asked Amand about the young girl Mr. Scot had given him, but thought better of it and said nothing.

Now, in the next bed, Mr. Scott was already snoring, a half-bottle of Scotch still open on the bedside table. Today had used a complete tube of hemorrhoid-ointment, but as usual, found it difficult to ignore the fact that he'd been fucked up the arse for over eight of the last twenty-four hours. Rolling over on his other side, he thought about home and his folks, about his dog and the skateboard he'd left in his room . . . about his best friend, Vince. He thought about the river and the rope that swung from the old tree and the smell of summer grass, chocolate milk and peanut butter sandwiches. He closed his eyes, and face buried in the thin hotel pillow, cried himself to sleep.

Upon waking, Kate and Gita found a steaming pot of herbal tea waiting on a teak bedside tray. Venessa had gotten-up early to use the bathroom and do an early Martial Arts routine. When the girls finished tea, toilet and toothbrush, Venessa took them through a twenty minute stretch, marched them into the shower where she lathered and shaved every square inch of delicious crotch. Satisfied with her tonsorial talent, she rubbed smoothly-shaved pubes and arses with a lightly-flavored cinnamon almond oil.

"See the douche bag?" she said, pointing to where it hung on a hook. "You're getting cleaned, inside and out."

Kate knew what was coming next.

"You first," smiled Venessa, waving the nozzle under Kate's nose and pointing at the floor. "Down on your knees, shoulders on the floor. Relax. Push that cute little arse of yours up in the air. Spread her cheeks, Gita."

Filling douche bag with warm water, she hung it back on the hook. Lubricating the six inch long tip of the large plastic wand, and making sure Kate's pale puckered anus was well oiled, she placed the tip against the just-oiled pucker and inserted the wand up the snug little arsehole.

"Oooooo," Kate giggled, "What a nice feeling. I like!"

"If that feels good, how about this?" smiled Venessa, releasing the clamp on the hose.

Kate took a quart and a half of warm water, wiggling her narrow hips as her colon filled with fluid before begging Venessa to stop.

"Too much! I can't take any more!" she pleaded. "Wait. Please! No more. God, I got-a poop!"

"Not yet," Venessa insisted, swatting her smartly across firmly-muscled buns. "Lay down on your side now."

A look of impatient discomfort crossed Kate's face as the redhead began massaging her full belly, first lightly, then rolling hr abdomen with both hands like she was making bread.

"I can't hold it any longer," pleaded Kate, frowning, large blue eyes rolling up in her head. "Please! I got-a go potty."

The second swat stung smartly.

"Wait!"

Venessa's hand was tingling like she'd spanked a plank.

"Don't be such a pussy. There's a purpose past causing you discomfort. You can stand a little pain for good reason. I bet the first time you took a cock up this tight little arsehole you thought you were going to die. But you didn't and now, you sexy little arse-fuck, you really getting this little hole plugged. Am I right?"

Nodding, squinching her face and gritting teeth against abdominal discomfort, strangely aroused by the stinging sensation of being spanked, Kate began enjoying the warmth of the enema. After making her wait three more minutes, Venessa pulled her to the toilet, much to Kate's relief. Two more deep enemas followed, Kate aroused to new heights by the warm rush, both when receiving and letting go. Even more, she got a kinky thrill when she gave Gita two enemas after Venessa had finished hers. Throughout the ordeal, Gita didn't make a whimper.

"You like them?" asked Kate, watching Venessa administer three to herself, masturbating on the toilet while letting go.

Rolling wide-set green eyes and wagging a long tongue like a clown, Venessa nodded as she brought herself to climax. Always hot Gita finger-fucked herself faster as she watched the redhead masturbating on the toilet.

"You're coming?" asked Kate.

Gita nodded, smile from ear to ear.

"Ummmm, yes! They make me orgasm. Asia gives me great enemas almost daily," she giggled, fingers digging deep in her tight pink-lined cunt.

After a fun-filled tussle in the shower the girls dried each other with giant terry-cloth towels, followed by a rub-down with natural fruit-scented body lotions. Moving back to the bedroom, Venessa gave complete body massages as they lay side by side on the rug, ending their sessions by giving each girl an unusually stimulating crotch massage with her tongue.

"God, Venessa . . . I aught-a take you to Mumbai on my next trip," sighed Gita when Venessa finally sat up. "You could teach those girls a thing or two! My God, my little tail and puss are both smiling."

"You're delicious," grinned Venessa, salaciously, giving her a kiss and a pat on firm buns before standing, nude as the day she was born. "Love your oysters."

"Let us dress you," insisted Gita, getting up. "We know how Mark likes his playmates dressed. He thinks sex is best in costume."

After drying long tresses, they styled her hair, French-braiding the back to keep it away from her sensuously sculpted face. Gita did make-up while Kate selected lingerie from Venessa's dresser.

"Pink and white," said Kate, holding up a pair of white high-heels. "You'll look beautiful in pink and white! Mark'll love it. Can you walk in these? They're so high. Golly, they must be six inches, at least."

The ritual of being dressed made Venessa laugh as Kate dressed her.

"Good thing you got a drawer-full-a white thigh-highs!" giggled Kate, two developing runs as she tried pulling them up the girl's shapely legs.

"I buy them by the dozen," laughed Venessa, taking over the chore. "I love the way they look, but the more expensive nylons don't last very long. I've had my best luck with Victoria' Secretr,. The extra long ones come all the way up to my crotch and stay up better than ones that only come to my upper thighs. I usually wear that little white satin garter belt, too."

Kate helped her into high-cut sheer pink satin panties, no more than a thong between muscle firm arse-cheeks. Cut temptingly-low in front, they perfectly matched a pink satin-latex half-bra that hardly covered the girl's pretty nipples. Pulling the satin bra down, Gita lightly-coloured both nipples with no-smear shocking pink lipstick as Kate adjusted the garters and stockings.

"Okay, let's see . . . " said Kate, pulling Venessa into the middle of the room. "You're so cute! Model for us. What do you think, Gita?"

"More eye-liner . . . and more lipstick-liner, too. What about clothes? She can't walk down the street dressed like that."

That made them blush and giggle like young school girls.

"My closet . . . " Venessa nodded toward louvered doors. "Blouses, skirts, dresses . . . "

Kate found a white stretch Lycra-spandex mini-skirt and a pink sleeveless scoop-necked top. Stepping into the short skirt, Venessa turned so the young blonde beauty could tug the zipper up after tucking-in the blouse.

"Turn around," Kate prodded, "let's see from behind."

The hem of the skirt barely covered the tempting curve of the girl's tight rounded arse. When she turned to face Kate, the short skirt didn't come close to hiding the glossy-satin crotch of her panties, sparkling like a pink jewel between white stocking-clad thighs. Kate had to laugh.

"Pull your skirt down at least an inch or we'll never get you back to the hotel!"

Legs. That was the picture the redhead presented in six inch high-heel sandals, Roman style straps entwining stunning ankles. Shapely legs looked astonishingly long, white thigh-highs disappearing under the hem of that naughty-short stretch miniskirt.

"I'm gonna get some-a those," grinned Kate. "They're the sexiest. Mark loves them. Bend over and grab your ankles. Let's see what you look like from behind."

When she bent over, the girls howled. Stretching up over luscious cheeks like a rising theater curtain the Lycra-spandex miniskirt revealed the narrow pink strip of satin crotch, accentuating plump smoothly-shaved pussy-lips between perfectly-shaped thighs. Arse-cheeks, firmly curved spheres of flesh, were divided by a pink satin thong only wide enough to hide the little hairless pucker of a deliciously virgin anus, part of the thong wedged in the cleft of her cunt. Gita glanced at Kate, then back at the sultry redhead's incredible arse.

"Do I have time?" she giggled, tongue flicking over open lips. "Oh, Venessa! If you knew what you make me want to do, you'd blush!"

Wiggling slim hips, a willing Venessa waited to find out. Quickly kneeling behind her, Gita pulled the pink panty-crotch out of the wet cleft, dark sparkling eyes on the tiny anal pucker. Making a point with the tip of her tongue, she slid it up the fist-tight ring while the redhead held onto pretty ankles. Primed for pleasure, the auburn-haired beauty began coming on that fluttering demanding tongue. Feeling herself coming while watching kinky Gita performing analingus, and driven by growing perversions, Kate grabbed Venessa's braided hair.

"I want-a spank this nasty little waitress," she grinned, kneading exposed arse-cheeks, then swatting firmly-rounded curves. "I watched you bending over at the pool. All of us could see your pussy right through your panties. What do you think, Gita? Any girl dressing like this should get spanked."

"Spank my crotch!" begged Venessa, spreading her legs wide as Kate knelt, eyes on the pink satin pout.

"Your crotch?" asked Kate, rubbing the already slippery material covering the redhead's cunt, satin fabric spreading the lips underneath.

"Spank it!" begged Venessa, hips undulating as Gita's long tongue went deeper up her hot little arse. "Spank my PUSSY! It makes me cum, deliciously."

Ready to try anything, Kate took her best shot, bringing her hand up quickly between the girl's wide-spread legs, the hot swats on wet crotch sounding like theatre applause.

"Oh my GOD!" squealed sexy waitress, trim hips jerking spastically, panties so wet it looked like she'd pee'd. "That makes me cum so good! SPANK my pussy!"

While Gita perfected the act of analingus, Kate gave their hostess' pink satin-covered pussy a heated spanking, cunt juices all over her hand. Climaxing almost violently, the redhead tried to straighten-up, holding onto Kate's shoulders for support.

"That's enough!" she sighed, taking a deep breath and adjusting the crotch of her cute panties. "I'm extremely aroused just thinking about what you've invited me to do this morning. It's going to make me orgasm all day. You can do me again, Gita; while I'm doing Mark; that is if you still want me to do him, Kate."

"He deserves you," smirked Kate, blushing at what they'd planned, "especially after missing out on last night. He would-a loved to play with us; so it's his turn to have a little fun."

She watched the seductive young woman, wondering what a spanking like that would feel like, ready to try anything new.

"You like getting your pussy spanked?"

"With a tongue up my arse at the same time!" came the giggled reply. "Try it . . . you'll love it!"

Inspecting their sexy model, the girls added a bunch of white bangles, large white hoop earrings and a long strand of white plastic beads.

"More pink lipstick," Gita decided, painting their playmate's almost petulant lips with non-smear shocking-pink gloss. "There . . . that's better. Isn't this stuff fabulous! It stays on even when I'm swimming, not to mention, sucking. I adore the colour, too. Men love it. It just screams 'fuck' my pretty mouth!"

Moving to full-length mirror, Venessa turned, checking stockings for runs. Satisfied, she turned and smiled at the girls.

"So, this is what he likes? I look like a hooker! I'd wear this to bed, but not on the street."

"You'll knock him out in bed," laughed Kate. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees you sucking his cock."

Venessa took Kate's hand.

"Are you sure about this? I'm really aroused, Kate. When I get this way, you know, wanting to suck . . . wanting a man's cum in my mouth, I get a little crazy, don't you?" She paused, searching Kate's model-lovely face. "Does he cum really hard? I mean, does he, you know what I'm asking; ejaculate in great volume? I just love getting mouthfuls of cum when guys blow their nuts. I hope he can cum more than once. I need it badly, specially after last night. I could have sucked cock for hours after so much girl sex. That would have been exquisite. Maybe a good fucking followed by lots of oral gratification! Maybe you'll spank my pussy again while I'm sucking Mark off. I love cunnilingus. It gets me so excited, but, well, afterward, I really need to suck a man. I sure hope he gives me mega-wads of nice warm cum to swallow."

Kate gave her a quick little kiss and smiled.

"Well, he's all yours this morning. An' for what it's worth, I sometimes have trouble trying to swallow fast enough not lose any cum when he shoots-off. He can do it a couple-a times with no problem, Venessa! I bet you get enough. An' don't forget our deal. You get to sit on his face if you'll let my boyfriend fuck your sweet little cunt and virgin arse."

After packing the bag, swimsuit, a change of clothes and shoes, three girls hit the streets. Venessa had been accurate in her assessment regarding street-level response to her costume. Nearly causing accidents crossing Sunset, two cars and a truck almost collided when drivers turned attentions away from the road.

"Yo, babes!" and "Hey, ladies!" could be heard over traffic noise as men totally lost their cool.

"God!" Kate giggled. "Don't they ever get enough? I'm glad we don't have much further to walk."

Sneaking past the receptionist and taking the elevator up, Kate left the girls waiting in the hallway and slipped into the room, reappearing only a minute later.

He's still sleeping," she giggled, "an' he's got the world's hugest hard-on! Wait 'til you see it. He's always big in the morning." Grinning, she swatted Gita's arse and pulled her into the room. "Get out-a the hall before you get busted for hustling." she giggled as Venessa slipped quietly in behind them and closed the door.

Sprawled on the bed in a tangle of sheets, one leg under, one on top, one arm over his face and the other over-head, Mark lay sleeping. Standing upward against a smooth tan belly in swollen readiness throbbed a spectacular morning erection. Poised silently, smiles on faces, the girls watched with aroused fascination as the magnificent organ rhythmically twitched, engorged with blood, pulsing with each beat of his heart.

"I wonder what he's dreaming about?" whispered Venessa, taking Kate's warm hand. "Are you sure you want me to do this? You look like you're ready to suck him yourself."

Watching his cock pulse, Kate had been unconsciously licking pink lips, fingers already at play between the lips of her wet little nookie. She glanced at Venessa, then at Gita.

"Should we flip a coin?" she whispered.

Shaking her head, Gita whispered back.

"Why? We already agreed back there, remember? You wanted to watch her, so let's watch. I want to see Mark fuck her after she gets her first load. Let her suck him off. We've had plenty of semen the last couple of days."

Looking back at Mark, Kate sighed. Gita's reminder of their escapade with Paco made her suddenly felt guilty. She turned and sat-back in the big overstuffed chair next to the bed. Smile on her face, Gita perched next to her on the arm of the chair.

"Go ahead," whispered Kate, eyeing her favourite part of her boyfriend's anatomy. "He'll love it."

Bending over the bed ,the sultry redhead gently moved Mark's arm away from his face. When he didn't stir she bent even closer and kissed his mouth, slowly, ardently licking those full sensuous lips.

Mark stirred.

"What . . . " he murmured, trying to open sleep-filled eyes, stifling a yawn. "Huh . . . "

He sat up yawning, only to discover Venessa's smiling face.

"What's . . . " he mumbled, looking around the room, silly grin spreading across his face when discovering the girls watching him. Then the realization that all three were there hit home. "Hey . . . what's goin' on?" he snickered, up on one elbow, wide awake to the fact that sexy Venessa was standing next to him dressed to fuck, if not to kill, staring at his post-like cock standing up from tight dark pubic-curls.

"Good morning, sweetheart," smiled Kate, melodically. "I got a nice surprise for you. Remember Venessa? From the pool? She's your wake-up present."

Mark looked back at her, seeing the message in her big green eyes that their secret was still intact. Nodding slightly in response to his questioning glance, salacious smile crossing lusciously-glossed lips, she unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the carpet around ankles he was about to get down and lick! Mark's grey eyes followed the falling skirt, then moved back up long tapered legs to the bright-pink crotch of a very skimpy pair of glossy skintight panties. His cock surged wildly with anticipation of getting into them at last. Shedding pink blouse, the half nude female sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Hi!" she smiled, winking at him. "Remember me? Your cocktail waitress? I'd love to be of service to you." He saw where she was looking. "May I?" she giggled, noting the prize. "Kate said you'd enjoy my mouth." Wetting shocking-pink lips with an even pinker tongue, she reached out to touch his big balls. "She said you'd give me a generous tip if I made you cum in my mouth. Bet I can! Watch me, Mark . . . "

Climbing up on the bed between his legs, and without using hands, Venessa took that morning hard-on head between greedy cock-sucker lips. Shuddering with unexpected pleasure, Mark fell back on the bed.

"Oh my God!" he laughed. "I'm in heaven!"

"Ooooo, you nasty bitch! Suck him off good!" urged Kate, masturbating furiously as she watched her boyfriend's rigid cock disappear in Venessa's unbelievable mouth.

Finger-fucking herself too, Gita began kissed Kate, both sucking tongues while watching Venessa's sexy mouth filling with Mark's hardness, sliding up and down on the object of their desire. Sounds of sucking filled the room as Mark's hips thrust upward, meeting each downward plunge of the redhead's receptive mouth, sending every inch into her warm willing throat.

"When you're ready, the slut wants you to shoot-off right down her throat," hissed Kate. "Don't hold back, baby! Hold her head down when you cum. We want-a see if she can swallow cum with your cock all the way down her throat."

Releasing the cock, she sat up grinning. Shedding the bra, she pinched her bright pink nipples until they were so hard they looked like cherry pits.

"What do you think, Mark? Like how I give head? Gita; would you get behind me and lick me you know where while I suck this handsome man? Just pull my panties down in back enough so you can lick me while I suck him off. You know me. As soon as I taste semen I'll cum all over you!"

Gita was behind her in a flash. Mark knew the exact second when the girl's long tongue slipped between the redhead's cheeks by the way the sexy waitress mouthed his rampant erection.

"Lick her arsehole, Gita!" hissed Kate. "Lick that little cock-sucking bitch's hot little arsehole! Make her squirm!" she panted, quivering and masturbating so hard she was sweating. "Look at her mouth, baby! Watch her cum-sucking mouth!" Reaching orgasm, she gasped. "Fuck! Mmmmmmmm! Look at her taking your cock down her throat! Look at those hot pink lips wrapped around your big dick, Mark! I knew you wanted to shoot a load of cum in her mouth the first time you saw her. Look at her suck it. Fuck her hot mouth, baby. Oh, baby, this is making me cum all over myself! Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Ohhhhhh, Oh, Goddddddd!"

Moaning desperately, the girl played every trick she knew to bring him to orgasm, every technique mastered to get her reward: a warm mouthful or more of thick, sticky semen. Adding to arousal, Gita's serpentine tongue was deep up her slippery tight anus. Erotic images of her anally-oriented girlfriends filled her mind as the probing organ twirled inches inside her forbidden center of pleasure. With Gita's fingers rubbing the magical vaginal G spot, she couldn't hold back, her orgasm squirting into Gita's mouth like a broken water-line the second Mark's orgasm erupted into hers. Cum-crazy Venessa was ready for the juicy, sticky reward.

"Oooooo, I love this! I was dreaming about coming in your mouth and now I am," Mark grunted. "I'm actually coming in your fucking mouth. Holy fuck! You better swallow fast!"

Cum surged so powerfully from those loaded nuts, she had to pull-up, leaving a pearl-like fountain of semen spurting over five inches into the air. Still masturbating him, she made sure the following shots went straight into her mouth, surges of warm cum slipping down her throat like a half-dozen raw egg-whites. Letting semen dribble back over the rosy head from shocking-pink swollen lips, she took him back down a cum-glazed throat. Following a well-thought-out plan she captured the last four eruptions in the palm of her hand.

"Fuck!" gasped Kate, as she and Gita came together, moaning with pleasure as they watched sweet Venessa drinking semen.

Obscene with her treasure, Venessa allowed cum to drip from her open mouth over a still-throbbing ruddy-hooded shaft. Licking the gooey-with cum glazed head, milking beads of semen from his large urethra, she licked them up as his hips continued spastic thrusts.

"Mmmmmm, Kate, I'm swallowing your boyfriend's cum! Mmmmmmm, I could suck him off for hours."

Smiling up at Kate, she masturbated semen from Mark's cock with skillful strokes. Then, getting up on her knees, she slipped her hand into the front of her skintight pink satin panties, cupping the already juicy crotch with the palm-full of thick cloudy semen.

"Come here, Kate," she sang. "I have a second-hand present for you. Mmmmm, come over here and lick my hot little pussy."

In less than a second Kate was flat on her back between the redhead's legs as the waitress squatted down on her mouth. From his vantage point, Mark could see Kate's flashing tongue licking the cum-filled crotch of Venessa's pink satin panties. His cock twitched in heated interest.

"Oh, yes," smiled Venessa, his half-hard erection in hand. "You like watching girls together? You should have seen us last night and this morning. You like seeing your girlfriend licking my crotch? Want to watch me cum in her mouth?"

Grinding against Kate's tongue, she pulled the pink crotch of her satin panties to one side and began to climax. As always, a clear spurt of liquid shot from her urethra as Kate used her tongue to direct the crystalline surges into what had to be one of the world's most sluttish mouths.

"Can you see your girlfriend licking my pussy?" gasped Venessa. "I'm coming in your sweetheart's cunt-sucking mouth. Mmmmm, yes! Ooooo, she sucks pussy so good! Do you like watching girls having sex? Oh, Mark, she's a darling!"

"Yeah?" he panted. "I got-a agree with you. Damn, that's hot! Do that again, can you? Squirt in her mouth. That's hot! You girls all squirt! I fucking love watching that!"

"Oooooo, keep licking my arse, Gita! Stick you fingers up my pussy," gasped Venessa, holding pussy-lips wide open, "right there; just like that! Oh, God! That's what makes me squirt! You're both making me cum again. Mmmmmm, I can't believe I'm coming like this. What have you girls done to me?"

More ejaculate squirted from her open labia, this time Kate getting it all, licking and sucking so loudly her performance excited Mark to iron hardness.

"Holy fuck!" he smirked. "I love watching her cunt-fucking your mouth, baby!"

As though rehearsed, Gita and Kate pulled Mark into the overstuffed chair and Venessa onto his lap. Kate held his long thick uncircumcised cock while Gita spread the waitress' smoothly-shaved labia, directing the rampant erection into the female's slippery pink cunt.

"Oooo, yes! YES!" came the pleasure-filled moan as cock filled slippery sheath with its hardness. "Oh, yes, baby, lick my clit while I ride this big hard man!"

For almost twenty minutes, all three girls took turns riding Mark's iron-hard erection, raising up and down, stroking tingling cunt-sheaths with the heavily-veined shaft, sucking each other's swollen nipples until they were nearly insane with pleasure. Venessa was wildly coming on the lucky man's cunt-juice lubricated shaft, thick white creamy swags of sauce covering his furry balls.

A new game in mind, happily-fucked Kate made Venessa turn around and sit on Mark's lap in the chair. His cock up her slippery cunt, her boyfriend immediately began teasing the girl's nipples.

"Straddle her, Gita. Cum in her mouth. I want this redheaded waitress bitch to swallow your pussy-cum while Mark's fucking her."

Kneeling on the overstuffed arms of the chair, straddling the girl's lithe body, Gita pressed forward, the sexy waitress' eager pink mouth cupping her naked crotch. Grabbing her by her red hair, Gita began scrubbing her open cunt-lips and clit against a grateful tongue as Kate devoured the cute little redhead's sweet pussy, kneeling between wide open beautiful legs, wildly masturbating herself to cum-spraying orgasms as the waitress bounced up and down on Mark's erection. Opening her greedy mouth, Venessa held out a broad pink tongue. Coming just as Mark and Venessa reached orgasm, Gita juiced the redhead's mouth like a man blowing his wad, a squirt of clear pussy-juice spraying across a waiting tongue, followed by a splattering spray of cunt-ejaculate filling the welcome receptacle of a willing mouth.

"Gaaaaa!" she gulped, trying not to loose the slippery prize. Gaaggaaa!" Warm pussy cum surged over her pink tongue in a wave, and she swallowed only after it completely filled her mouth.

"Swallow it!" hissed Kate, holding Venessa's hair, a lascivious grin on her sex-reddened face. "Swallow all of it, you cunt-licker! Nice job, you hot little exhibitionist whore!" she teased, spanking Venessa's clit with palm, getting even with her for the early-morning spanking in the bathroom. "Did you enjoy that, bitch? Did you get enough cum to satisfy you, you cum-sucking little whore? We aught-a punish you for being such a nasty cum-sucking whore! We aught-a make you pay for that pleasure! Help me, Gita. Pull her off his cock. Shove your cock up her arsehole, Mark. Make the little bitch squeal!"

Mark sighed and shook his head.

"I got-a rest a second, baby. I can't keep it hard. I can't keep up with you girls!"

"Well, you did that real good," Kate sighed, pleased with Venessa's sexual performance and her own orgasmic high. "Very nice!"

She looked at Mark who was panting like a dog.

"Did you enjoy that, baby?" she cooed. "Did this nasty waitress slut suck you off as good as you hoped? Did she make you cum hard in her little cunt?"

Rolling eyes upward, he nodded.

"Yeah, but now I got-a piss like a race-horse," he laughed. "Let me up. I can't wait!"

"Really?" Venessa grinned, mischievously. "Let me watch! Come in the bathroom, girls . . . come on!"

They all ran for the toilet but Venessa pulled Kate into the shower instead, stripping the blonde's skirt and blouse off on the way.

"In here," Venessa giggled, now domineering. "Come over here, Mark!"

Standing in the open shower door, a look of curiosity crossed Mark's face. Both dressed nearly identically, Venessa was holding Kate from behind.

"Pee on us," giggled the playful waitress, slipping to her knees, pulling Kate down to the ceramic tiled shower floor by long blonde hair, each giggling and wrestling with the other. "Piss on us! I'm going to make this blonde slut drink your piss!"

Mark couldn't wait a second longer, a powerful stream of bright-yellow urine hosing from his half-hard cock before Venessa could grab his manhood. Capturing the piss-hose, she directed its golden shower over Kate's satin panties and swollen-nipple tipped breasts, piss splashing shower-like across delectably edible curves. Using his cock like a hose, she showered Kate with warm urine, grabbing her by her hair and holding her open mouth and face under the hot river before Kate aimed the diminishing flow at her. Thoroughly soaked, reeking like a men's restroom, the girls rolled on the floor bathed in piss, sucking and tongue-fucking each other until they were screaming like teenagers at a rock concert.

"You fucking bitch piss-drinking whore, make me cum again!" Kate squealed, grabbing Venessa's urine-drenched auburn ringlets. "I'm gonna squirt pussy juice right in your fucking mouth, you nasty arse-licking lesbian cock-sucking whore slut bitch!"

That tirade made her burst into giggles.

"Lick my arse, slut!" laughed Venessa, matching Kate's silly act. "You piss-licker, you planned this, didn't you? You're a real hot cunt, Kate! Eat my arse again until you make me cum, you cunt-slut arse-sucking whore! Stick your tongue up hot slippery arsehole! You bitch! You want it, cunt! Lick my arsehole, you little fucking closet lesbian! Finger-fuck yourself good and maybe I'll let you drink my piss!"

Gita and Mark, reddened from the erotic spectacle taking place, barely noticed the other. Continuing their lesbian orgy on the urine-dank floor, the girls each brought the other to earth-shattering orgasms. Over and over, Kate masturbated madly as Venessa straddled her mouth, her tongue deep in young waitress' delicious pussy. Mark felt his cheeks burning, when, moaning uncontrollably, Venessa let go and pissed for well over a minute. Urine overflowed her swollen lips as Kate let the gorgeous redhead empty a full bladder directly into her mouth.

On her knees in a second, Gita started sucking Mark's cock as she watched the two girls in the shower, licking-off the thick wads of cunt-cream covering his groin and balls. Finally exhausted, lingerie a twisted mess, make-up smeared to the point they looked like they'd been in a fight, tears in their eyes, the girls on the floor gave up and began laughing.

"We're so weird!" giggled Kate after swallowing a mouthful of pee, unable to control erotic run-away silliness. "Are we weird, or what? Someone should-a filmed that! How was that a little drama an' acting? We could-a made a million bucks!"

Holding Venessa in her arms, she kissed the sensual beauty passionately, moaning against her swollen mouth as she sucked the wide pink tongue. Mark looked down at Gita; Gita up at him . . . and they began laughing, too, the kinky twist to the morning fun dissolving into total hilarity.

Under warm shower spray, scrubbing and rinsing, shaving and soothing, kissing, fondling and hugging, they helped Venessa balance as she straddled Kate on the shower floor, squatting on her mouth. Her tongue invaded her grateful anus and cunt, and she gifted her with a juicy orgasm. She sucked-out her pretty arse, making her cum five or six times on a talented tongue. Then, tongue-teasing her sensitive sex pearl, she brought her to climax again as Mark and Gita tended mouth and nipples with theirs. The redhead had to beg for mercy before they were willing to rest. After drying, they coaxed her back into the bedroom and Mark onto the chair. Sprawled on the bed, Kate basked in afterglow of morning excitement.

"Breakfast?" asked Gita. "I'm starved."

"I'm full," Venessa giggled, winking at Mark. "You two go eat and I'll say here and guard Mark."

Mark was laughing so hard he couldn't talk, so Gita took advantage of the moment, fellating him to rigid hardness.

"If I don't get breakfast, I at least get dessert!" she giggled, swallowing cock to balls.

Kate sat up and looked at Venessa and nodded in Mark's direction.

"Remember our deal?"

Venessa blushed and hid her face in her hands.

"Gita, make sure his cock is good an' hard and well lubed with saliva."

Kate got off the bed and took Venessa's hand.

"Turn around and bend over; spread those pretty cheeks."

Venessa did, and surrendering Mark's cock, Gita licked and sucked the tiny anal pale pucker until it was bathed with a thick gloss of saliva.

"Sit here," she glowed, pulling Venessa to Mark and making her straddle his legs, holding his rampant manhood against the waitress' virgin anus as the girl tried to sit. "Sit!" she giggled, forcing her legs wider open. "Not up your sweet little cunt this time."

Mark helped Venessa balance as she tried to sit. Exotic Gita began licking the inside of the redhead's open pink cunt, spreading the glossed labia and exposing the swollen clit. Venessa winced as the first inch of Mark's cock suddenly slipped past her virgin anal sphincter.

"Wait! He's way too big to go in there . . . "

"Sit all the way down on it," purred Kate, finger-fucking herself up the arse as she watched her boyfriend's saliva-covered cock slowly disappearing up the sensuous young girl's snug arsehole.

"God!" gasped Venessa, green eyes wide. "It's so HUGE!"

"Fuck," hissed Mark, thrusting up and flexing, "I've wanted to fuck you up your arse ever since I saw it!"

Pinching both long swollen pink nipples, he pulled her down while thrusting up, almost burying the shaft up her virgin arse to his balls.

"God!" Venessa gasped again, open pink cunt spraying over Gita's tongue as the girl sucked the pink swollen pearl. "It hurts so good I can't stand it! Oh, my GOD! Is it all the way in me? I HOPE so . . . I can't take any more! Your cock is just HUGE, Mark! It feels like it's going to come out my mouth!"

"Another two inches," hissed Mark, thrusting.

Soon Venessa was bouncing up and down, feet flat on the floor, emerald eyes a blazing wild-fire, firm tits and long pink nipples betraying the height of her lusty excitement.

"Oh, you nasty man . . . you lovely nasty, nasty man! You make all the girls so naughty! You make us want you cock up our arse! Oh, Mark . . . fuck my hot little arse! This is so intense! You're the first man to ever fuck me up my arse!"

"Then I'm the first to ever cum in it," he gasped, gritting jaw and shuddering as he blew a humongous warm load up her no longer virgin arse!

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, cunt squirting like a hose, "I can feel all that hot cum going right up my arse! You nasty man! You're coming up my arse! I couldn't do this too often . . . but it DOES hurt GOOD!"

Kate was nearly out of her mind with excitement, coming so hard she almost fainted; three fingers up her arse as she watched her sweetheart bugger the pretty redheaded bisexual waitress. Thrilled past climax, she was already fantasizing new games to have her boyfriend act out, already burning with desire to swallow more of Paco's thick youthful semen.

Gasping for breath, sighing, quivering, Mark's head fell back against the chair, silly grin on his face. Struggling to get to her feet, Kate kissed Venessa for long sweaty moments as the girl squirmed on the end of the man's long shaft, coming in Gita's mouth as the exotic beauty sucked her still-gushing cunt. When she finally pulled Venessa to a standing position, she actually heard Mark's still-firm erection pop from that cum-oozing anus.

"Oh, my God, Kate! I almost can't stand. That was too intense. It felt like nothing I've ever known. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop." Using three fingers, she was trying to keep cum from running down the inside of her legs. "God, my poor little arse. I can't do this again for weeks!"

"Half-time," giggled Kate. "Intermission entertainment. Today, we have the all-girl licking band, led by Ms. Gita Tongue! Gita is gonna perform on the world's oldest instrument; the skin flute, playing the 'Star Spangled Banana', followed by her spicy rendition of, 'Licking Lezzie Assholes!'"

After sucking Mark's cum-covered cock, Gita pulled Venessa back to the disheveled bed.

"Are you ready?" giggled Kate, kissing Gita's mouth to get a taste of her lover's cock. "Come on, you little whore. Lick our assholes while we lay on the bed."

Pulling her closer, Kate spanked Gita's firm arse as she sucked the girl's beautiful nipples, making each so swollen, Gita was delerious.

"Eat our assholes, slut! Show us what you learned in Mumbai."

Venessa was all for more thrills as she lay on the bed, waiting for Gita to spread her open as a book and work her tongue into her little just-buggered rosebud. Kate was getting hers sucked while watching that stretched pink tube oozing Mark's colossal load of cum.

"Ooooo, that feels so good! Lick me good, Gita. God, your tongue feels so good in my arse! Do you like eating arse after it's been fucked?"

"I ADORE it!" mumbled Gita.

"Well, I bet Mark does, too. Venessa wanted him to eat her out, remember? Remember our deal? Go ahead, Venessa. You can sit on Mark mouth now."

Face ablaze with excitement, and almost faint with lust, Gita straddled Mark's face.

"I sucked you good, didn't I? I want this, Mark. Do me, now. I want you to lick my arse!"

Up to their game, he began sucking the pretty redhead's semen-oozing tube.

"Mmmmmm, squeeze it out an' I'll swallow it," he whispered, screwing his tongue up her smooth arse like a cork, senses flooded with the heady redolence of his semen and her spasming anus.

Soon, down on the floor, all were strung together like an unclasped chain, tongue in arse, tongue in arse, tongue deep up arse. Mark was still getting lots of warm semen from the young waitress' open pink tube.

"Hey," he chuckled. "Enough is enough. No one gets another drop until after I get a square meal. Let's get dressed and get out-a here. You've created another mess for the housekeeper. She's going to earn her pay this week."

Flying through the lobby, the crew disrupted traffic, caused patrons to stare in their favourite feeding place, and enjoyed every second of their fun-filled day.

It was Pilar's voice. Paco wasn't surprised, the call coming just as predicted.

"Hi. So how's the vacation? Nice not havin' to come to work, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she giggled, "but I was wondering . . . remember what you were asking; about wanting to watch me with a girl? I want to get together with you again, Paco, but you said I'd have to 'do it' with a girl. Have you asked her?"

He waited a second before answering.

"Oh, yeah . . . either one of those girls are willin'. How about you? Still interested?"

He could sense her interest even before she spoke. Maybe it was the sound of her breathing.

"You actually asked her?" she giggled. "She said 'yes'?"

"Un huh," he answered. "So . . . are you ready to do it?"

Pilar's breathing was definitely audible.

"Are they still registered guests?"

He looked at the register on the VGA monitor, pleased to see they hadn't checked out.

"Still here," he grinned.

"So . . . how were you going to arrange it?" she asked, soft voice betraying excitement. "Am I supposed to come over there, or what?"

Rocking his chair, Paco mulled-over possibilities presenting themselves to an over-active sexual imagination. There was the problem of the boyfriend. What could he say to get the girls away for awhile, and where? His apartment? Pilar's? No, that wouldn't work. She still lived with her mother.

"Gimme your number an' I'll call you back later . . . but don't make any plans for tonight."

"Are you horny, Paco?" giggled Pilar. "You want to get together tonight? That's fine with me. I'll call back in awhile, okay? That's best. My mom's really strange about guys calling me here. Okay?"

"Make it about an hour," he grinned. "I'll be here."

Hanging up, he left his desk and walked out to the reception counter. Katherine was back from vacation and on the phone so he browsed through the phone message book. When Katherine hung up, he cleared his throat.

"Have you seen the guests from 510? A blonde and a shorter brunette . . . a guy about my height, but real tan and long hair?"

Katherine paused before a look registered recall.

"Oh, yes, I remember him. I saw them leaving over an hour ago with Venessa. Maybe they were going to breakfast."

Paco considered the news.

"Let me know when they return, will you? I have a message for the brunette . . . Gita . . . I should deliver it personally."

Katherine smiled and nodded. Remembering Gita's figure, she had an inkling of what kind of a message he wanted to deliver. Turning on one heel, Paco walked back to his office. He hadn't worked for more than a half hour when the phone rang again. It was Katherine.

"They just returned. Gita's here at the desk. Do you want to speak with her on the phone?"

"Ah . . . no, I'll be there in a second."

Hanging-up, he locked his office before heading for the lobby. Gita was waiting in the arched doorway to the pool. Kate and her boyfriend were nowhere in sight so he assumed they'd returned to their room. Seeing him approaching, Gita gave him a big smile.

"Good morning, Paco. You have a message for me?"

He nodded, glancing back at the desk. Katherine was watching.

"Let's step outside," he said, opening the door to the lanai.

Only two guests had come down to swim and the place seemed strangely deserted.

"So," he grinned, eyes licking her curvaceous figure, "remember what we were talkin' about yesterday? About Pilar an' everything?"

Gita nodded, twinkle in dark eyes.

"Well, she just called. So, can we get together?"

"Just the three of us?" Gita smiled, twisting seductively. "Would you consider a larger group? Maybe six? It would be very exciting, Paco. What do you think?"

"Like, who?" he asked, wondering what he was getting himself into. "Kate an' her boyfriend . . . who else?"

"Venessa?" Gita smiled, pleased at the expression on the boy's face. "She's interested in getting to know you better after I told her about what you and Kate and I did in your office. She has a beautiful place, Paco. Real close, too. Within walking distance."

Shuffling his toe, he considered the idea.

"Tonight?" he asked, ears burning.

"Un huh!" Gita sensed his eagerness. "It'll have to be tonight. Mark and Kate are leaving tomorrow afternoon. I'm leaving, too. Looks like it's tonight or never; and Paco; you have to get together with Venessa and Pilar before we leave. Don't ask why. By now I'm sure you trust my judgment."

Paco's movie-mind was projecting vivid pictures of Pilar and Venessa together, his cock hardening immediately as he imagined that possible scenario. Ever since meeting her he'd fantasized about fucking the redhead's sweet little arse but had lacked the guts to tell her.

"Okay . . . so it's tonight. I'll get Pilar to meet me when I get off work. You know what I want. I want-a see her go down on you. I want-a see her lickin' your arsehole while I'm fuckin' hers! I want to see her tongue goin' up your arse! That'd make my dick real hard! I want-a see up real close! I want-a see the chick's tongue goin' up your arse. You seen her tongue? She can stick it out this far," he grinned, demonstrating with his hand, "Fuck; I sure hope Kate let's me fuck her up the arse again! I want Pilar to suck it out!"

Gita smiled sweetly, as if discussing the weather.

"She will. Kate wants you to fuck her up her arse again, too, Paco . . . and knowing Mark as I do, he'll want to fuck Pilar up hers. Is that all right with you?"

Nodding agreeably, Paco actually liked the idea of the trade.

"Mark had two orgasms this morning, but I'm sure he'll be good for two more tonight. Be honest, Paco. How many can you have?"

Grinning, but not wanting to brag, Paco hedged his response.

"Three . . . " he grinned, "maybe four."

"Mmmmmmm, I love it. The joys of being young. Dear boy, don't play with yourself during the day no matter how horny you feel. Save it for tonight, Paco. I'll give you directions after I talk with Venessa."

When she turned for the elevator, Paco went back to his office. The pile of paper-work wasn't going to get done by itself. His phone rang again and thinking it was Pilar, he grabbed the receiver.

"So, how about tonight?"

It was Gita.

"That's why I'm calling, Paco. Are you getting a little anxious? Just teasing! Listen, I just spoke with Venessa and she said tonight would be perfect! She has tomorrow off, too, so the girls can sleep-in. Is that going to work for you?"

"For sure. Gimme directions."

When Gita handed over the phone, Venessa gave Paco the details.

"I'm looking forward to getting together, Paco," she glowed, remembering what Gita had told her. "Gita described what you had in mind. Pilar will adore it! What good fun we'll have! We'll do a buffet, so don't worry about dinner. The two of you should wear something fun tonight; a costume; dress for the occasion. See you at seven."

When she hung up, Paco's cock was as hard as rock, making him distract himself with work to keep from thinking about the party. When Pilar's call came, he told her how he expected her to dress and where to meet. Properly submissive, she promised to remain so, which aroused him even more.

"Look, if you want-a suck my dick, you're gonna lick all those girl's assholes, Pilar . . . so I can see you do it. I want-a watch you stick that long tongue-a yours right up each of those girl's assholes and cunts! Know where I'm gonna cum? You're gonna suck a big load-a my cum out of that Kate's pretty arsehole . . . maybe even two loads. Understand?"

"I'll do anything, Paco!" she replied, submissively. "Anything you ask me to do! God, Paco, if you shoot a load in it, I'll put my tongue anywhere!"

That made him smile. Locking his office, he went to lunch. Food was not only a distraction. He knew he'd need the energy.

Pilar was still sitting with her hand on the phone. Sex sure is fun, she thought, acknowledging her early and well-developed sexuality. Paco is so funny! I could make him do anything if I wanted! He's just like all the other boys! All I have to do is get down on my knees! Golly, what a great vacation! Missing it like some girls need chocolate, she was unconsciously licking her lips, almost salivating at the thought of getting another big warm mouthful of delicious semen.

Sex wasn't fun for Todd. His world was much different than Pilar's. He waited in the front room while Mr. Scott finished in the bath. Todd could still taste semen and the scent clung to his breath like stale cheese. He didn't like it. Not as much as some of the others boys did, though he liked the way one youth tasted, another run-away from somewhere in Iowa. He'd willingly sucked that boy off three times. Mr. Scott tasted like stale whisky and something worse, but Todd couldn't and didn't want to think about it. There weren't many guests around the pool and he was hoping to see the girl Mr. Scott had been spying on, planning to warn her about what the fat-man wanted to do. Though he hadn't been allowed to go outside or swim, he'd watched the girls while the fat-man had been at the pool. He'd watched with something akin to despair, cock so hard, he'd jacked-off twice.

I wish I knew what it was like with one of them . . . what they taste like, he'd thought.

He'd fantasized about heterosexual sex. He'd tried to have sex with one of Amand's young girls but Amand had caught them just seconds before they did it, the girl with her skirt up and panties down and him with his dick sticking out of his pants. Amand had beat him up badly, then buggered him for an hour before making him suck him off while the frightened girl watched.

"The kid's a queer," he'd sneered at the girl, slapping her face after zipping-up his pants.

The girl had disappeared the next day and Todd never asked questions. A strange noise from the bathroom broke his reflections and he quietly waited for some new demand for him to perform some demeaning act, praying his arse was safe for at least an hour. All he could hear was the sound of running water.

Fifteen minutes later, he tapped lightly on the bathroom door. There was no response, just the sound of running water. The door was locked when he tried to open it so he went back to the bedside table and got his plastic toothpick. Pressing it into the small hole in the latch released the lock. Though the fan was on, the room was full of steam.

"Mr. Scott?" he called, tentatively.

Just the sound of the shower. He went around the marble-tiled corner to the entrance of the shower. The fat-man lay on the floor face down, one arm extended grotesquely as though reaching for something just out of reach. Todd stared, holding his breath, a strange nameless sensation rising in his chest, light-headed and almost dizzy. The fat-man didn't move. When he started seeing tiny flashes of light, Todd began breathing again, grabbing the wall to keep from falling, fighting to keep from loosing consciousness. Stunned, his mind went through the list of people who knew the fat-man: Amand, Douglas, George and the others. Then he thought about how many knew him . . . even knew his real name? None of them, he thought. Leaving the shower running, he took his toothbrush from the sink. He went back to the bedroom and stuffed his clothes into the old black canvas bag he'd arrived with and surveyed the room. His bed was made but Mr. Scott's wasn't. Mr. Scott's clothes were still on the floor, the open bottle of Scotch still on the bedside table. On the chair, half under a flowered silk shirt was the large black leather fanny-pack. Mr. Scott's Rolex and wallet were on the bed. Shuddering like he'd been standing in ice water, he walked around the bed and picked up the leather bag, its weight making him shiver again. He took a deep breath, then opened the zipper and stared at the thick wad of bills, a stack over four inches thick. Zipping it closed, he fastened it around him and pulled on the adjustable belt, taking in over twenty inches of slack before the bag stayed up at his waist. He went to the bar and found a knife, and with one motion cut off the spare length and put the remnant in his bag. He left the Rolex and the wallet without touching them. Before leaving, he checked himself in the mirror, shocked at the empty reflection.

"Gary Engles," he said to himself. "Not Todd . . . not anymore, ever."

Still shaky, he went to the bath one last time to look at the fat-man laying on the marble floor. It wasn't worth it, he thought. No amount of money could ever be worth it.

Taking a Coke, from the fridge, and after making sure he'd left no fingerprints anywhere, Gary Engles looked out through the blinds. It was late in the afternoon and only two people were at the pool, backs to his room. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, carefully wiped the inside handle with the white washcloth, closed the door, wiped the outside handle, and put the washcloth inside his baggy shirt. Out on the street alone in a noisy world, Gary Engles was sure no one had seen him leave the hotel or room. Freedom and the sweet sense of relief coming with it were reluctantly testing new ground.

Fuckin running away . . . what a stupid thing that was, he thought, waiting for a light to change. He made himself walk away slowly from the hotel, heading for a part of town not frequented by Amand and his pals. One thing he knew for sure, a very different Gary Engles was going back home.

Even at six forty-five Venessa's apartment was still bathed in light; culinary aromas wafting through its rooms, everyone's taste-buds anticipating her specially prepared snacks. Covered with white linen, only draped table edges were visible now that it was loaded down with plates, serving-bowls, dishes, south-western and Asian specialties. Gita came out of the kitchen with three bottles of red wine and set them next to three bottles of white, open and nestled in a bed of ice. Opening the reds, she left corks next to each bottle.

"Anything else?" she called, her question directed toward the kitchen.

"That's everything," answered Venessa. "Pour yourselves some wine. There's a case of each."

Followed by Kate, Mark came into the dining room, both appearing relaxed and comfortable in white casuals. Dressed for the heat, Kate was wearing a short white Lycra-spandex stretch-skirt with scalloped lace hem, a white lace cotton halter top and Roman style ankle strap sandals with sexy four inch heels.

Barefoot, Mark still stood three inches taller than his statuesque girlfriend. She'd braided his long hair back and had talked him into letting her add a small line of Kohl to his eyelids, her sales-pitch requiring Gita and Venessa's encouragement before he'd finally agreed. So dark he looked Gypsy, the image stirred all three girl's already simmering hormones.

Kate's silver jewelry was a combination of earrings, bangles and necklaces. Collected as her interest in ethnic jewelry grew, she wore objects from Africa, India and Nepal. Her choice in make-up was appropriate: shocking-pink no-smear lipstick advertising her growing appetite for oral gratification. Sultry blue-green eyes were enhanced by soft emerald-grey shadows, eyelids lined with heavier applications of Kohl. Tonight, she'd combed her thick blonde hair down from hundreds of strands Gita had so patiently braided that morning. Now, shimmering ringlets of gold were tied back with an elastic ring, soft spiral curls at each side of her stunning face just in front of seashell ears. Everyone said so. Kate was absolutely number ten model-gorgeous.

Dressed like a Mumbai nightclub girl, Gita was equally stunning. A short split red/orange Indian silk skirt that, when parted, showcased flawless leg all the way up to the crotch of her red satin thong. A fitted low-cut top accentuated the exotic female's high proud-nippled tits. Midnight-jet hair was pulled back tightly on top of her head in pony tail. She'd found the red spike-heels in India on a shopping spree with Asia. Tonight, she'd chosen a fire-engine red lipstick, painting full lips like a whore, lips glossed and lined with a sprinkle of gold. Indian jewelry covered slender graceful fingers, sparkling sapphires, rubies and diamonds. Her fingernails were painted to match lipstick. That petite body glowed with a light coating of almond oil scented with night-blooming jasmine, and a flamboyant white orchid was pinned in jet-black hair.

Little 'French Maid', Venessa, had created her costume, sewing white lace to a black crushed-velvet dress she'd found at Saint Vincent de Paul's. After cutting the dress shorter, she'd taken it in, fitting the bodice snugly under firm breasts and shaping the neckline to show-off enticing cleavage. Shortening the sleeves, she'd sewn white lace at each cuff, the front of the bodice and the bottom edge of a now very short hem. Underneath. Ah, yes, underneath that sexy little dress, under white lace and black crushed-velvet, dancer's legs tapered-up gracefully from black patent-leather spike-heel pumps, encased in black fish-net thigh-highs stretched higher by a brief black satin garter-belt. Whenever she leaned over, a white lace half-bra lifted her delightful breasts until they nearly popped from the low-scooped bodice. Those half exposed conical pink nipples were begging for kisses. Of course that bending over posture revealed her favourite style of skintight panties, skimpy white satin to match the bra. She'd pulled her long hair up on top of head with a black elastic tie. Twisted locks spilled down behind her in a savage tangle of red curls. Dark-blue eye make-up with midnight-blue mascara accentuated magical green cat-like eyes, eyes promising very naughty very submissive service to anyone asking. Promising even more salacious pleasures, deep Porsche-red lipstick left little doubt about what she had in mind.

Next to her, Gita had just poured four glasses of Merlot, and they toasted each other near the large picture-window. Looking down the walkway, Venessa spotted more guests.

"That looks like Paco. It is. He must be waiting for Pilar to lock her car. Yes. Here they come now. I'll pour more wine."

Letting them in, she played the part of French Maid to a T, her accent so good everyone was sure that she really spoke French.

"Sorry we're late," shrugged Paco. "Some fat dude bought the farm in his shower this morning. No one found him 'til this afternoon. The cops hung around for hours askin' questions. Guess the dude was drinkin' too much an' fell in the shower. Had to get our maintenance guy in to clean-up after the cops and the coroner left."

"Really?" probed Kate. "Not that fat-man who was always out at the pool?"

"Yeah . . . that was him," nodded Paco. "He checked in the same day you did. Said he was alone, but he sure had lots-a visitors. Guess no one was there when he bit it."

"Too bad," said Gita, "but he was kind of a scary kind of guy, if you know what I mean? The way he stared?"

Paco just nodded and grinned. In tight-fitting faded jeans, an 'Iron Maiden' T-shirt and black army boots, his sleeveless shirt exposed a series of convoluted tattoos: a voluptuous naked nymphet struggling with an awesome dragon on one shoulder; biceps girdled with dark interwoven bands of some ethnic design. Obscenely detailed, four nearly-nude girls wearing skimpy thongs hugged each forearm, two on each, girls entangled in oral sexual pleasures. Paco had paid dearly for body-art he had to keep hidden at work.

Pilar's high school 'Valley Girl' costume was too good for words. Jet-black eye liner, blood-red lipstick and red vinyl micro-skirt did the trick, a show stopper so short it wasn't necessary for her to bend over for someone to see skimpy electric-pink panties. She made sure everyone saw them, panties so tight, that at first glance, it looked like she'd painted her tasty little crotch pink! Without a bra, her hard nipples were quite visible through a short cotton halter-top featuring an air-brush rendering of "The Sluts". The bottom edge was held enticingly away from a flat little tummy by perfect 'high on her chest' delicious apple-firm breasts. Red and white lace ankle-socks accented the tops of red high-heel sneakers; red 'not quite' thigh-high stockings were held-up snugly by red garters, four thin red bands at each thigh ending somewhere just out of sight around her baby-doll waist. Spitting out gum into her hand like some biker-chick, Pilar took the offered wine from the hostess.

"Like, bomb," she beamed, ringing crystal edges with guests before taking a drink. "Oh, my Gawd! Like, I totally love your house!" Limp-wristed, she gushed at Venessa, doing a perfect shopping mall routine. "Like, thanks for inviting me up! Like, I've been always wanting to get to know you better, like, ever since I came to work at the hotel? But everyone goes, I'm so totally shy about speaking up?"

Putting arm around Pilar's tiny waist, Venessa gave her a hug, nearly lifting the bitsy girl's feet off the floor. Both laughed as Venessa put her back on her feet.

"From the looks of your outfit that's all you're shy about. You're so tiny, Pilar. I hope my hug didn't hurt you."

Blushing red as her vinyl skirt, Pilar shook her head. Behind her, Paco was already looking at pictures on the wall. Mark was pouring more wine. Kate excused herself and went to the powder-room, Gita in tow.

"What a totally cute costume," Pilar gushed, struck again by Venessa's alluring figure. "Oh, my Gawd, you look like, totally awesomely pretty! How do I look?"

"Like you need a shopping mall behind you!" Venessa teased, petting the sexy little girl's very hard buns, something she'd wanted to do ever since meeting her. "You're stunning, Pilar. I was only teasing. If I didn't know better, I'd say Paco kidnapped you straight from the Valley!"

Venessa's remarks made Paco laugh, and he turned to watch the two chatting females. Noting he had none, Mark offered him a glass of wine.

"Hey, like, thanks, dude, but I think I'll have some suds," he grinned. "I'm not much on the grape . . . "

Before he could move toward the frig, Venessa had the beer in hand.

"Let me be of service to you, sir," she smiled, demurely, offering the chilled bottle. "It's my pleasure and duty, sir. I'm here to service your needs. 'All' of them. Your wish is my command."

Checking-out the costume, Paco nodded, smirked and raised a brow, amused by his co-worker's efforts to entertain. When the girls returned from the powder room Mark was already browsing at the table. Venessa and Pilar were chatting about the 'gallery'. Pilar had filled her in on her afternoon 'games' in Paco's office and now Venessa was anxiously awaiting the opportunity to direct the young man's attention to her paintings and photos. He'd been examining each picture with undisguised interest while nursing an ice cold beer. On his way up the staircase, she caught his eye.

"Look around up there," she smiled. "There are pictures in all of the rooms. Make yourself at home."

He did just that, stiffer by the minute as he moved from picture to picture. Seated on a couch, Pilar had found the portfolio on the coffee-table and was working her way through pictures, wide-set pale-blue eyes registering intense interest in the subject matter, and a tongue that couldn't stop moistening her pretty lips. Back from the powder room after thoroughly discussing the fat-man's demise, Gita and Kate noticed that Mark had joined Pilar, the two sharing pictures with whispers and an occasionally raised eyebrow.

Pretending that this was his first visit, Mark made the rounds with the girls when they'd first arrived. They'd taken him to their favourites, pointing out pictures they liked best.

Back downstairs, and trying unsuccessfully to hide his 'growing' condition, Paco plopped-down on the couch next to Venessa.

"You got some real sweet pictures, Venessa. Jeez, I didn't know you were into this kind-a stuff." She pretended to be modest when he put his hand on her thigh. "You like sex videos?" He was doing his best to be cool while eyeing fish-net stocking clad legs. "I've seen a couple that were sort-a like some-a your pictures. So, you like kinky sex?"

Smiling modestly, Venessa nodded.

"Yes sir!" she smiled, flexing long legs as his fingers roamed over a warm fish-net clad thigh. "I've even made two videos, sir. Perhaps you'd enjoy seeing them sometime?"

"Like, you were ,in them"

"I created, directed and filmed them, sir." she smiled, giving him a new level of appreciation for his co-worker.

Over-hearing Venessa's remark, Pilar looked up, glancing at Kate and Gita to see what they were doing. Kate waived and Gita smiled.

"Our 'Valley Girl' looks like she's getting turned-on," whispered Kate, panties already wet. "Mark does, too. God, all this sexy art-work is making me so hot."

Not wanting to miss a thing if he turned a page, Pilar's attention returned to the pictures. On the opposite couch, eyes stealing glances down the front of her low-cut bodice, Paco was still chatting with Venessa, his hand on her bouncing thigh.

Gently elbowing Gita again, Kate directed her attention to Paco.

"Did you notice he's got a hard-on?" she whispered. "You know what I'm thinking."

Gita nodded. That fact wasn't lost on Venessa, either. Getting up, she changed music, selecting a disk a friend had mastered in his studio, a gift he'd multi-tracked, adding slow-driving Reggae over a sound track he'd arranged with a girl who did voice sex-tapes. Subliminal messages were being delivered, subtle suggestions and invitations to engage in sexual activity Venessa enjoyed most. She'd approved the script and the girl's voice prior to recording, and now had to listen more than closely to even hear words she knew were there. She'd never been able to listen to the entire disk without masturbating, often making a private production of the act, multiple-orgasms relished with candle-light and -wine. Turning-up the volume slightly, she returned to Paco's side.

"Do you enjoy Reggae?" she smiled after the first piece ended. "This is one of my favourites."

Paco nodded, squirming slightly to the beat, snapping fingers in time to the music.

"Yeah, like, this one's tight. I don't like all the Reggae shit I hear most-the time, but yeah, this one's all right!"

"It makes me feel . . . very submissive, Venessa smiled, teasing from under long eyelashes, deep breaths making perfect breasts rise and fall, swollen nipples no longer hidden by white lace. "Can I get you another beer, sir?"

In spite of trying to be cool, Paco blushed and nodded, obviously aroused by her costumed-figure and assuredly by the sex messages being delivered just under the edge of his conscious mind. Rising, then returning with an ice cold beer, Venessa curtsied low as she handed him the frosty bottle. He focused on the full swell of her upper-breasts and 'two-bit size' dusky-pink areoles, half-inch long nipples peeking over the edge of her bodice as she knelt at his knees. Glancing up from under long black lashes at the bulge in his pants, she focused on a hard-on tight jeans couldn't hide.

"Is there anything else, sir?" she breathed, sensuously licking voluptuous red lips, staring directly at the lad's swollen crotch.

Paco was squirming. He looked over at Pilar, but she and Mark were tight into the portfolio; Kate and Gita were giggling together, oblivious to anything else. He looked back at Venessa and swallowed twice before attempting to answer her question.

"Jeez," he cleared his throat again, "sure is hot tonight. Too hot to eat much. Yer food smells great, but . . . jeez, guess I'm more thirsty than hungry."

Glancing back at Pilar, he was shocked to see her hand between Mark's thighs. No fuckin' wonder, he thought, Christ! One-a his is between hers! Fuck; he's feelin' her up!

Pilar had spread legs that gave all the boys 'Woodies' to make room for his dark masculine hand. Whispering conspiratorially about some picture they'd found, Mark was caressing the inviting pink apex of her wide-spread stocking-covered thighs. Pilar's face was as pink as her panties as she examined each picture, narrow hips flexing in rhythm to Reggae beat. Mark's hand was moving in harmony with her hips and it was obvious she was on the verge of a climax.

Paco's attention shifted back to Venessa who'd settled next to him on the couch, fish-net stocking-covered legs splayed wide, short lace-bottomed velvet dress carelessly allowing a glossy white expanse of satin Spandex covered crotch to show between parted thighs. Leaning back, head resting on his shoulder, her eyes were closed as she listened to the Reggae beat, hips flexing like Pilar's, broad tongue flicking in and out of her outrageously-painted mouth. Bodice top unbuttoned, the full curve of her breasts overfilled the white stretch-fabric half-bra, most of the firm orbs and hardened pink nipples now exposed to his lust-filled gaze. Paco couldn't think. His cock was so swollen it almost hurt. Tipping her face up, Venessa opened those large green eyes, one hand coming to rest high on his thigh.

"I'm sorry. I was listening to the music. Did you say something, sir?" she whispered, licking ripe red lips.

Paco cleared his throat twice although he couldn't clear his head, eyes on the beautiful sight sitting next to him, moving from her glossy white crotch to her very swollen pale-pink nipples.

"Ah, no; I . . . "

Blushing modestly, Venessa squeezed his thigh, carmine lips close to his, big green eyes twinkling invitingly.

"Excuse me sir, but I thought you asked me to suck you. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part. I hope I'm not being too forward, but of course that's what I'm here for. To service ALL of your needs. To please you, sir. Would you like me to suck you off? Don't be shy or embarrassed. If you're aroused and want to satisfy your lust, think of my mouth as a place to shoot your delicious semen! You shouldn't be concerned about pleasing me. I'm only here to please you. I'm sure you'd enjoy coming in my mouth; wouldn't you, sir? When told, I'm a maid who always swallows . . . "

Breaking into a sweat, Paco looked back at Pilar who hadn't heard a word they'd said. Why? The tiny girl was having an orgasm, and Mark was certainly responsible. Masturbating madly while Mark fondled long pink impudent nipples under the front of her tank-top, she seemed fascinated by the picture she was staring at.

Putting her hand over the swelling in the front of Paco's jeans, Venessa continued to rub the more than obvious bulge.

"You're very well endowed. What a handsome erection. I'd be happy to perform fellatio for your pleasure." she smiled, submissively. "May I open your pants and suck you off? You must have a very large erection, but I'm sure I can take you all the way down my throat. Men have trained me well. You might have to push down on the back of my head but I'm sure you could make me deep-throat your manly erection. That's what you want, isn't it, sir? To ejaculate in my mouth? Does that thought please you, sir? Just like the pictures you were looking at in the upstairs bathroom. You liked them, didn't you, sir? It must have been obvious that I'm more than willing to perform fellatio and swallow men's cum. Men enjoy watching me take their cum on my tongue . . . watching me swallow the semen after they've filled my mouth. I'd be pleased if you'd let me swallow yours. You'll enjoy shooting-off deep in the back of my throat."

Trying to get his cock out, Paco almost tore-open the front of his pants. Venessa helped by getting down and removing his boots so she could pull-off his jeans. The move got Pilar's attention. She'd had two orgasms by the time the redhead had her date's pants off, and Mark had already pulled her tiny top off over her head. While masturbating, she'd let him suckle her long hardening nipples but now he was down on his knees between her stocking-covered legs, sucking her smoothly-shaved tiny-lipped twat right through the pink satin crotch of her panties. Watching Venessa stripping her date naked made Pilar orgasm against Mark's swabbing tongue. Paco's cock was so hard it looked like it was twelve inches long, not ten. Crowding closer, Gita and Kate watched Venessa as she shed and folded the velvet dress. Catching her breath, Pilar put her hand on top of Mark's head.

"Mark! Look!" she whispered, mussing his hair as he licked her swollen clit. "Like, look at what Venessa's doing!"

Looking up, he saw lingerie-clad Venessa going down. Down and down, until the entire length of Paco's cock was buried in her pliable throat. All restraint vanquished, unable to wait, Mark unbuttoned the front of his slacks and kicked them off. Pilar hurriedly unbuttoned the front of his shirt. When she saw his erection standing impatiently against his tan rock-hard abs, she nearly fainted with joy. Looking at each other for only a second, she had no doubt he'd enjoy what she was eager to do.

"Can I do that to you, too?" she asked, referring to Venessa's obvious talent for fellatio. "Oh, my Gawd! Like, you'll really let me suck you off? You'll let me make you cum in my mouth?"

Like a kid in a candy store, her insatiable mouth was salivating as she licked slutty red lips. Hearing the remark, Kate turned to discover little Pilar sitting on the edge of the couch, holding her boyfriend by the buns as he stood in front of her, stroking her face to Reggae beat. Mark was holding her pony-tail, pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing, the tiny girl taking him to the hilt down her pliable throat. As often as she'd seen girls sucking cock, Kate knew she'd never seen a girl who loved fellatio more than Pilar.

"I'm gonna help her," giggled Kate.

Crawling to Pilar's side, and sitting on the floor between Mark's legs, she took his large balls in her mouth. After a few arousing moments of musically accompanied sucking, Mark pulled Pilar's mouth away from his rampant erection. Lifting her in his arms as Kate took over sucking cock, he lay Pilar over the edge of the couch. Unzipping the back of her red latex skirt, he pulled it down, leaving her in nothing but tiny pink satin thong panties, sexy red garter belt, stockings and heels. Blushing madly, the tiny girl arched her pale-white arse-cheeks up to meet anticipated kisses as he stretched the skintight panties down over very hard, very tight buns. In seconds he was mouthing her little-girl crotch, licking smooth cunt-lips, then his tongue buried in a tiny no-longer virgin tail. Kate glanced at Gita, the two grinning like cats.

"Who do I do?" giggled Gita. "Let me play with you two while Paco gets to know Venessa."

Kneeling beside the couch as Mark spread Pilar's sweet cheeks, Kate watched him screw a finger up the tiny girl's anal-pucker to the knuckle, Pilar chewing hers and mewing like a cat in heat. Kate wormed between them so she could suck cock while her boyfriend finger-fucked the tiny girl's only recently fucked arsehole. Joining in the game, Gita bent over and licked the girl's vulnerable crotch, Mark letting her wiggle her tongue into the tight little pucker while he finger-fucked the little blonde's completely hairless pussy. Pilar was panting, bucking like a wild pony as Gita sucked her entire crotch. When Mark got to his knees between the tiny girl's wide-spread legs, Kate got really excited.

"Oh, yeah!" she breathed, so excited by the idea of watching her boyfriend's cock in such a tiny girl's arse, she was shaking like a car with a flat. "Let me help, Mark. Can you really get it in? Look how tiny and tight she is. That's real tiny little arsehole. Fuck her pussy an' get her real hot, then try fucking her arsehole."

Even though it looked almost obscene, as though he was fucking a child, Kate watched his thick uncircumcised dick spread the smooth little lips of the girl's cunt. True, Mark was a cocks-man, and he knew what girls liked. Those long slow deep strokes followed by rapid thrusts and changes of angle made Pilar cry-out in ecstasy as his cock rubbed her "G" spot. He fucked her for almost five minutes, biting his lower lip to keep from coming too soon as the girl writhed in a state of ongoing orgasm.

"Pull-out, baby! Fuck her little arsehole," urged his blonde girlfriend, pulling her finger out of Pilar's tight arse.

"No . . . " he panted, this feels too good. I'm going to cum . . . "

Pilar was nearly out of her mind with orgasmic pleasure, nipples so swollen, just touching them made her cum. Kate was trying to pull her boyfriend's cock from the little girl's pretty cunt, but the cunt-slippery shaft was pumping a very large load into the tiny girl's slick vagina.

Finally pulling it out, Kate aimed the cum-covered crest at the pucker she'd just been finger-fucking.

"Push real hard . . . can you get it in? She's wet enough . . . keep pushing! God! Look! It's going in! Keep pushing! Can she take it? Make her take every inch up her cute little hole."

He did . . . Pilar screamed, and Kate did, too.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck her sweet little arsehole. Look at that fucking crotch. You got it all the way in her. Let's see. God, Gita, look. LOOK at her arsehole! That's the prettiest little arsehole I've ever seen! She's so tiny. How can such a little girl take such a big fucking cock up her arse? Mark just came in her pretty little pussy!"

"Jesus, Kate! She's got the tightest arse I've ever fucked!" panted Mark, sweating like a man in a steam-bath, stroking the little pucker reflexively, pink flesh clinging to the shaft with each stroke. "My God! She's so tight she's going to make me cum again! Want me to cum up her arse, baby? Want-a see me blow a big one up her little arse?"

"Oh, baby . . . how many times can you cum?" asked Kate, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of such a big cock in such a tiny arse. It was nearly turning the tiny girl inside out.

"I could cum right now!" he laughed. "She almost made me cum in her mouth, and I definitely came in her cunt!"

Kate was still waiting for his answer.

"Twice for sure . . . maybe three times," he grunted, "but if I cum now I could fuck this arsehole for hours! You like this, Pilar? You like hard cock up your hot little arsehole, you cute little slut?"

Pilar looked up, a smile on face erasing any question about the pleasure she was receiving.

"This is only the second time I've had a cock up my butt," she blushed, face almost as red as her garter-belt, "but it does feel good! Aaaaaa OH YEAH! Deeper! I LIKE that! I can feel your balls, against my pussy! Oh, Mark, it's so hot! Oooooo, like, totally stroke my little arsehole, you big hunk! Give me a good arse-fucking!" she giggled, maybe acting, face crimson.

Gita turned to Venessa.

"Bring that young stud over here. Hurry, he may not last much longer."

All for the show, Venessa dragged Paco off the couch, towing him across the room by his cock to where Pilar's head was hanging over the side of the couch. Instantly getting the picture, he stepping closer, grabbed Pilar by her long blonde ponytail and lifted her baby-face to the level of a saliva-coated lipstick-glossed pre-cum dripping erection.

She wasn't acting now. Pilar was so excited she was slobbering.

"Oh, Paco. Oh, yeah! Let me SUCK that big hard-on. Now I can get fucked at both ends at the same time. Like, I can't TELL you how badly I want you to shoot-off in my mouth! I'd just DIE to swallow another big warm load of your cum!"

When she opened her mouth, Paco pressed forward. It was so large she could only take the head in her mouth at first. Pilar's pretty face so small and his cock so huge created an unbelievable picture as almost elastic lips tried to accommodate the erection. Plump lips stretched in a red O around the big shaft, she slowly took more in her throat, years of giving head teaching her how to give 'deep-throat'. Mouth stretching wider with each stroke, her cute little nose was soon buried in tight pubic curls at his groin. Pilar had taken him all the way, moist pale-blue eyes wide as he slid deep, in and out of her willing throat. Getting down behind Paco, Venessa spread his buns with both hands.

"Mmmmmmm, look at this arse, Kate. This bad boy has a beautiful arse."

Licking red lips, she began tickling Paco's arsehole with her long pink tongue, licking his pucker and fucking the saliva-wet tube in timing with his strokes as he fucked Pilar's receptive mouth. Moaning like a little bitch in heat, taking cock at both ends, living out a fantasy she'd long desired, Pilar was so sexually aroused she was on the edge of fainting from run-away pleasure. Face to face, Mark and Paco were fucking the tiny girl with world-class hard-ons, the little blonde slut taking every inch they could give her.

"Let's trade," grinned Paco. "I dig fuckin' her."

Pulling out in unison, each took the other's place, throbbing erections opening the girl as she'd never been opened. A slippery cock that had just been fucking her anus slid into her pretty red-lipped mouth and down her throat, while at the other end, a saliva-coated pulsing ten inch giant spread the smooth lips of her small semen-loaded pussy and filled her with what felt like rigid steel!

"Dude, she's too much . . . I'm cumin' right now!"

Pilar almost fainted when she felt Paco's orgasm flood her cunt, his erection stroking her 'G' spot to ecstasy!

"Oh, Paco," frowned Kate, "you should have cum-off in her ARSE. Mark already shot a load in her pussy! The nasty little girl wanted that load up her butt!"

"Yeah? Well, gotta 'nother one on its way! Try this, babe!"

His well-lubed shaft invaded the little girl's wide-stretched rectum, and Pilar sagged between the two men's stroking erections. If both reached orgasm at the same time she was sure the two loads would mix in her tummy! Still kneeling, and spreading Mark's buns, Venessa was tongue-fucking his arse while Gita sucked his balls. Somehow, Kate had gotten under Pilar's lithe form and was licking Paco's swinging nuts as he butt-fucked the tiny little girl's still-tight arsehole with long powerful strokes.

"Now?" grinned Paco, looking at Mark. "Ready? I told you I got one cumin'!"

Mark nodded, grey eyes rolling up in his head.

"I'm ready," he moaned. "I can't hold it. I'm coming-off right now!"

"Me fuckin', too!" groaned Paco. "Holy shit! Oh, man, I'm blowin' a fuckin' big load, again!"

Grabbing an empty wine glass, Kate held it under Mark's cock.

"Wait! Shoot it in here," she urged, making him pull out of Pilar's sweet red-lipped mouth as the tiny girl tried to swallow the mouthful of saliva, pre-cum and semen. "You, too, Paco! Shoot-off in this glass."

While Pilar shook like a race car that had lost a wheel, two mega-loads of jism unloaded almost simultaneously into Kate's wine-glass. Doing their best to increase every powerful sensation, Gita and Venessa were tickling, licking and sucking Pilar as the guys half-filled the wine crystal with cloudy wads of pearl-like cum. Other than squealing, Pilar couldn't do more than moan with pleasure as the girls worked her over, tongues doing almost everything stiff cocks had done. Never, even in her wildest dreams had she experienced anything as overpowering as simultaneously getting eaten by Gita and Venessa. Swollen clit, juicy cunt, hard nipples, open mouth, throat and arsehole; every fibre in her burning body was coming, not just a climax, but an unending orgasm as she lapsed into a dreamlike state. Sexual stimulation seemed endless. Other than sexy music, the only sounds were ones Gita and Venessa made, swallowing, licking and sucking. Grinning like fools, Mark and Paco collapsed at the same time, cocks in hand, leaving Kate with heavy strings of translucent cum running down the inside of her wine glass.

Setting it down, Kate pulled Gita away from Pilar's saliva-glossed anus. Spreading the little girl's warm firm cheeks, she watched a pulsing open pink tunnel ooze clear pre-cum.

"God, what a pretty little arsehole . . . I gotta suck it out."

Holding the cheeks as wide as she could, she covered the open hole with her soft pink lips and began sucking the cute little girl's juicy pink anus. Responding pleasurably, Pilar flexed, her anal sphincter squeezing and sucking Kate's tongue. Gita and the little blonde nympho were sucking tongues, swapping spit as they kissed. Going from Paco to Mark, Venessa sucked half-hard cocks until there wasn't a hint of semen on the still-swollen heads. Continuing sybaritic pleasures, Kate and Gita made Pilar orgasm for another ten minutes while their playmates watched the lesbian feast. When the little girl finally begged for a rest they reluctantly let her up.

"Your turn, Kate!" smiled Venessa.

Tape reversing, the mood changed to a faster rock and roll rhythm with even sexier subliminal track messages. Returning from the kitchen with two large glasses of water for the guys, Gita brought Champagne for the girls.

"Bubbly makes females hotter," she grinned, "but it ruins men's sex-lives!"

Everyone tipped, draining glasses in one long swallow. Pilar was trying to recuperate, but the other females seemed even more aroused. So hot they couldn't wait, auburn-hair and ebony-tresses began playing with the guys, Gita deep-throating Paco. Venessa got Mark to sit on the couch with his dark tanned legs over her shoulders. Kate felt her face flush with heat when their torrid hostess began tonguing and kissing his arsehole while masturbating his now hard cock. Within minutes, both males sported fully engorged erections.

"Get over here, Pilar. Get down and lick Kate's arse!" insisted Paco grinning at his co-worker's expression. "You said you would, an' I want to see you eat a chick's arse!"

Pilar blushed crimson as Kate gave her a hand, pulling her to her feet and towing the girl to the couch where Venessa had been sucking Paco only thirty minutes earlier.

"Strip me," coaxed Kate, "top and skirt. Everything but panties and shoes!"

Kneeling beside her, Pilar unzipped Kate's sexy short skirt, pulling it down around slender ankles so she could step-out of petite garment. Standing again, the ting girl unsnapped the bra which fell to the floor, unneeded support for the blonde's firm beautiful tits. Conical nipples were already hard as she pulled Pilar closer, tipping the girl's mouth up to hers and 'sucking mouth' for minutes without stopping. When finally released, Pilar was wobbling on high heels.

"Now, suck my nipples, baby," Kate smirked. "Not real hard . . . gently, not like you suck cock."

Pilar blushed, but taking a long conical nipple between shocking-red lips, she started sucking, tonguing the sensitive tip until Kate was squirming with pleasure.

"Now, the other one," Kate panted.

Already swollen, nipples grew longer. Pilar kept sucking until Kate had an orgasm, pussy dew dripping from satin panties and dribbling down sun-golden thighs, cunt spray only partially contained by the glossy white skintight crotch. Turning and kneeling on the couch, Kate ordered Pilar down behind her.

"Pull my panties down in back and start sucking," she smiled, wiggling her hips. "Don't stop 'til I tell you . . . "

Paco's cock nearly doubled in size when he saw Pilar get down on her knees behind Kate.

"I gotta see this up close. Fuck! I've been thinkin' about this for days."

He got up and headed for the couch as Venessa turned up the overhead light, focusing a spotlight on the fabulous curve of Kate's firm arse cheeks. Pilar looked around to see what was happening but everyone was watching her.

"Go on," Paco urged. "Let's see you eat her arse."

Wiggling into a more comfortable position, Pilar pulled the back of Kate's skintight panties down around shapely suntanned thighs, satin crotch pealing away from the juicy pussy like Scotch tape from a dispenser. Thick clear strings of crystalline cunt-cum were hanging from pussy-lips to panty-crotch. Pilar looked up blushing at Paco.

"You want me to lick her? I gotta lick her arse, too?"

Pursing lips together Paco nodded slowly. No one spoke. Rock and Roll filled the room, pounding insistent messages into Pilar's sex-stimulated nervous system, a soft female voice urging her to suck cunt and tongue-fuck anus. Face reddening, she felt herself driven, unable to help herself as she spread Kate's hard buttocks with both hands, pale-blue eyes feasting on the open hairless mouth of Kate's pink sex, on the long swag-like rope of cunt-juice hanging from the pulsing tube, smooth twin lips begging to be licked, hard clit protruding like a tiny cock waiting to be sucked, puckered smooth arsehole waiting for the invasion of a novice feminine tongue. Licking blood-red lips, and pulse pounding in her ears, Pilar bent forward, lips pressing against familiar pink sex-petals she'd once so adored. Kissing passionately, insistently, eagerly, tongue-fucking the nude swollen sex, swallowing the steady flow of cunt-juice spurting from pulsing sheath, Pilar was instantly deliriously happy. Lapping at the spray of ejaculate when Kate reached orgasm, greedily sucking the glossy crotch of well-creamed white panties, she swallowed as much pussy-juice as she could capture before pulling away. Anus pulsing like a tiny strobe, she examined Kate's partially-open pink sheath, inhaling heady scent of arse and cunt.

"Tongue my arse . . . tongue my arse . . .stick your tongue way up my arsehole! "

Subliminal recorded messages were urging her on.

"Suck my cunt . . . stick your tongue up my arsehole . . . "

It was a girl's soft voice mixed into the music that was driving Pilar's tongue deep into Kate's juicy crotch.

"Will you cum in my mouth if I suck her arse?" she asked.

Paco nodded.

"Show 'em your tongue."

Pilar stuck her tongue out as far as she could, extending it nearly three inches, and to Kate's delight, lightly tickled the sensitive anal-pucker.

"Oh, Pilar, baby, tongue my arsehole! Stick your tongue up my arsehole; stick it up my arse, deep!"

Unable to resist, she sighed and did, worming her long, long tongue up Kate's hot arsehole as the exotic beauty showered her hand with pussy-juice.

Coming, for what seemed an eternity, Kate's whole body was wracked with pleasure, overexcited to the point of unending-orgasm, coming until Paco pulled his submissive little date away, replacing her tongue with the head of his much larger and longer cock.

"Oh, my fucking arse!" Kate screamed, feeling it invaded by the biggest cock it would ever know. "Oh, Paco, you son-of-a-bitch! Fuck my arsehole with that big fucking hard cock of yours! Oh, you arse-fucking bastard, give it to me! Shove it right up my arsehole, you mother-fucker! Fuck my fucking hot arsehole; bang my little butt 'til I scream!"

Mark was standing in front of her, and when she opened sky-blue eyes all she could see was cock and balls. Wilder than he'd ever seen her, Kate started sucking so ardently he nearly came-off on the first deep stroke but held back, wanting to time his orgasm with the boy who was fucking his girlfriend's gorgeous butt. Although somewhat jealous by nature, he was much too aroused to let that get in the way as she sucked him deliriously, bodies bathed in sweat, each graceful curve shining like she'd bathed in oil, elastic mouth and arse filled with throbbing manhood, sucking like a mad-woman, unable to speak had she wanted to.

Gita and Venessa looked at each other and nodded, each knowing their next move. Pilar had wiggled under Kate's crotch and was sucking pussy as Gita climbed between Paco's legs, overwhelmed by the sight of his giant cock up her girlfriend's arsehole. She licked swinging balls while Pilar sucked clit, licking the 'little cock' as Kate reached orgasm again, face drenched with sweat and Kate's wild climaxes, fingers between her own legs, masturbating herself to delightful orgasms as Kate's overflowed her mouth.

Sitting on the floor between Mark's legs, Venessa sucked gently on large virile balls while his girlfriend took him down her throat, the combined sensations of feminine oral attentions making cum boil in his groin. Pilar masturbated wildly while watching Paco's cock stroking Kate's slippery anus. Fingers up cunt, she was coming harder than she could remember coming, the recorded voice encouraging naughty acts, but she unaware of its influence on her psyche. All she knew was she wanted to keep coming and coming and coming.

Acknowledging pending eruptions, Paco looked at Mark, each rushing toward the point of no return, each within seconds of giving Kate the biggest sexual thrill of her life. It seemed inappropriate, but Paco laughed.

"Son-of-a-bitch, I'm gonna shoot such a load up yer girlfriend's fuckin' arse, she's gonna shit cum for a month! Oh, babe, yer gonna fuckin' love this one!"

"Shoot it in my wine-glass!" begged Kate, wiggling her firm arse so fast that Paco couldn't hold back.

Swelling to its fullest dimension before the summit of pleasure, Paco's cock gave up its cum, a massive load blowing into Kate's colon before he withdraw to spend the rest in the wine-glass Gita was holding. Rivers of it. Thick ropes of gooey viscous wonderfully juicy sticky male semen splashed into the first two loads, coating the sides of the glass with a warm translucent sheen. Like a slut in rut, moaning and grunting, delirious with sexual excess, Kate's arsehole was burning like someone had given her a massive enema with a ten inch long seven inch around hard-rubber wand. And just as before, Mark's load followed Paco's, perhaps a bit smaller in volume but nevertheless getting Kate's approval as she watched seven thick white surges filling her glass.

Both guys fell back, leaving Gita holding the semen-filled wine-glass, Kate flopping like a fish out of water, stretched pink mouth and arsehole oozing saliva and semen. Grabbing her by her hair, Paco pulled Pilar closer, letting her suck his cum-smeared gooey arse-fucking cock before pulling her onto the couch.

"Now suck it up, bitch," he grinned, indicating the stream of semen bubbling out of Kate's open pink arse-tube.

Face flushed, Pilar watched the steady crystalline dribble oozing out of the open glazed hole; the bright-pink tube an open mouth, cum welling up like sea in a tide-pool.

I can't help myself, she thought, opening her succulent mouth and covering Kate's puckered-open arsehole, sucking for all she was worth, ignoring the voice in her head that was accusing her of perversions, wallowing in the pleasure of her favourite taste, a mouthful of warm sticky delicious cum. Licking and sucking, making sexy sounds, sucking and kissing the pulsing tube like a mouth, Pilar felt Kate reach orgasm. Sucking at the source, she tasted the female sex-juices mixed with the first shots of semen flowing from a well-fucked arsehole and over a warm open cunt. Taking a big breath, she began rapidly fucking Kate's semen-flooded anus with her fabulously long tongue.

Paco had never been so excited in his life. She was doing it. The little sex-slut was DOING it. He loved her willingness, passion, openly slutty rutty heated red-hot love of sex. Pulling her up by her hair, he mashed his mouth against her swollen lips, kissing with such passion Pilar was crying with pleasure.

Carefully setting the wine-glass on table, Gita extracted herself from under Kate's still quivering figure, a body twitching and jerking with post-orgasmic pleasure as she and Venessa sucked tongues. Pulling Mark closer, she went down, sucking every remaining drop of semen from urethra and balls.

Paco and Pilar didn't stop kissing, and within minutes were fucking on the floor like maniacs, dripping with sweat, clawing kissing and sucking tongues as they fucked. The girl's tiny cunt was so stretched, she was taking every inch to the nuts as he drove the shaft home, pretty legs wrapped around his waist, then over his shoulders. Then, squatting above, she bounced up and down on his long hard cock like a child on a pogo-stick, crying and laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, overcome with wild passion. Falling forward, she looked like a little doll impaled on a big hard dick, but the vulnerable posture gave Gita a brilliant idea.

"Fuck her up her arsehole," she giggled, pulling Mark between Paco's thighs.

She'd made him so hard, and Pilar's arse was still so lubricated and stretched, Gita had no trouble directing Mark's slippery cock into the tiny still-open arsehole, the double penetration making Pilar scream even louder.

"GOD HELP ME!" she cried out, as cocks stretched her naked crotch. "Oh, my GOD! FUCK me you guys! Fuck me hard! Fuck my little butt! Shove it all the way in me! Fill my little puss with dick! Holy fucking shit! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

After ten minutes of intense double penetration, the girl was almost out of her mind. Kate recognized those reflexive hip movements and picked up the nearly-full glass of cum.

"In the glass," she grinned, playing with Paco's balls, the demand making everyone watch.

Paco's orgasm was so massive, a veritable river of semen ran from Pilar's tight cunt when Mark drove his cock up her arse, pumping Paco's first shots of ejaculate back past cock-shaft. Her pussy-lips were sucking it in as she lifted her little arse to meet deep anal thrusts. Holding her by the hips, Mark butt-fucked her hard. Remaining shots were caught in the glass as Kate held it under Paco's spurting semen-glossed monster.

"Don't shoot it all up her pussy. I want to watch the little slut drink this glassful of cum," begged Kate, pulling Pilar off Mark's throbbing erection.

Masturbating the slippery rod, she caught most of his orgasm in the now full crystal. Nut-sack in the palm of her hand, Gita felt them retract as Mark sent cloudy cum-rockets into the brim-full glass. Scurrying to Pilar's side, lusty smile on her lips, Venessa proceeded to spank the girl's small high-arched arse with the palm of her hand. Swatting little buttocks until they were glowing bright-pink, she timed each cracking swat with humping reflexes of Pilar's hips.

"FUCK ME, SOMEBODY!" screamed Pilar, tears of joy and pleasure driving her to out of control orgasmic heights. "SOMEBODY FUCK ME UP MY ARSE! FUCK ME UP MY FUCKING ARSEHOLE, YOU ARSE-FUCKING BASTARDS! FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD! SPANK ME! SPANK ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"

Each word 'love' echoed the sound of Venessa's hand coming down like fire on tender pale cheeks, as the darling little blonde burst into tears of pleasure.

"Jeez, give me a couple-a minutes to rest," laughed Paco, flat on his back.

Mark was in no better condition. A twelve inch dildo in Venessa's control filled Pilar's request and then some. Pushing the clear marbleized silicone monster up the slippery semen-lubed arse-tube, Venessa fucked Pilar silly, spanking her arse while giving the girl the dildo-arse-fuck of her life.

With just a short rest the boys were back in the saddle, Paco giving his cute little co-worker a back-door thrill, seven long orgasmic canon-like discharges filling the snug colon with thick warm cum. Perched on Mark's hard-on, Pilar was shivering, shaking so wildly he was having difficulty keeping his cock in her. But she hung on, cock filling her stretched pink cunt-tube. Holding her slim hips with both hands, Mark slammed into cunt so hard she quivered. For over a minute, two cocks, separated by no more than a few layers of thin pink membrane, sent torrents of warm semen gushing into both slick semen receptacles as Venessa nearly blistered Pilar's cute buttocks with her hand. Sandwiched between cocks, nailed at her crotch by stiff masculine flesh, stretched to the limit by her favourite organ, tiny Pilar was desperately hungering for a mouthful of warm cum. When cocks began softening, slipping from cum-flooded tubes, she climbed-off Mark, purring like a kitten, licking and sucking up the pearly mess that had dripped from cunt and anus, puddle around his spent cock. Venessa, aroused by the little blonde's slutty behaviour, was finger-fucking her arsehole and cunt at the same time.

"Who's next?" giggled Pilar, sitting up, silly from uninhibited sexual pleasure, mouth and chin smeared with sticky cum. "Does anyone else want me to suck or fuck any part of them?"

Shaking heads, everyone laughed. Venessa kissed her passionately and licked the excess semen from her face.

"Me," giggled Gita. "We haven't done each other."

Laying the little girl down on couch, she slipped two fingers into Pilar's small pussy, finding her "G" spot, making her cum so hard, she not only got her nut, Gita got hers too! A cupful of Paco's semen slipped from the steaming cum-chute between Pilar's tasty trembling thighs. Sucking the cum-filled sheath, she let the nympho straddle her face, the two sex-fiends 69'ing on the couch for almost an hour while the rest of the horny crew offered encouragement and sipped refreshments.

While Venessa played her last video for everyone's pleasure, the girls talked Mark into watching Kate suck Paco's cock. Although a little reluctant, he agreed to watch his sweetheart make the young boy orgasm. Realizing it could be the last time she had a chance to swallow such a gigantic load, Kate was ecstatic.

"Gimme, baby!" she pleaded, face red with heated lust, heart pounding with expectation. "Shoot your fucking load-a cum down my fucking throat! You make me so hot, you nasty young stud! You make me want it so bad! God, I'm such a naughty little arse-fucking bitch, aren't I! Come on, stud, don't hold back. Fuck Kate's mouth, you bastard! I want you to shoot your fucking hot cum right in my mouth! I'm gonna swallow it, Paco! Gimme a load! Shoot it right in my mouth, again!"

Mark's cheeks were burning with envy as he watched her fellate the kid's big cock, but the spectacle was never-the-less highly arousing, making his cock leap to attention as he watched his sultry sexy girlfriend sucking someone else's dick. Finally making him orgasm, Kate almost fainted from the shear pleasure of warm youthful cum sluicing down her throat, spraying her thighs with cunt-cum in ecstasy as she swallowed the boy's saucy load. Paco didn't disappoint her. To her delight, he shot almost as large a wad of thick jism in her mouth as he'd shot in the glass. Kate's orgasm was continuous. Catching ropes of warm cum on her waiting tongue, she took the last of his ejaculation by masturbating him into her open sexy-lipped mouth. Warm scuz slipping down her throat was so tied to pussy-throbbing orgasms she squirted all over herself. Understanding the inherent sexual excitement of doing someone new, Mark didn't say a word. Pilar, seeing the expression in his eyes, and erection between his thighs, slipped closer as everyone watched Kate consuming Paco's climax.

"Mark," she smiled, looking up immodestly into his grey eyes, "let me suck you off again, too. You can do it. I know I can make you cum again. Let ME suck you.! I just adore swallowing cum. I suck lots better than she can an' I'll prove it! I bet she can't do HALF the things I can to your sexy cock."

Curling up between his legs while Kate was sucking Paco, she gave Mark a naughty grin.

"Watch my mouth while I'm sucking you off," she teased, wagging a broad pink tongue and extending it until he grinned. "I'm going to do you better than she EVER did!"

She did; so deeply and ardently, his hardened cock grew inches from the excitement of getting sucked by such an adorable little cock-sucker. Stimulated by watching Kate's mouth getting fucked by Paco's giant cock, he looked down at the cute little blonde sucking his. He hadn't been sucked-off so passionately since Asia gave him head.

"Come on you guys, the jury's in," giggled Gita, knowing what Kate had in mind, picking up the wine-glass full of crystalline cum, "and Pilar's the winner! Gather around everyone. Come here, Pilar. Sit right here next to me."

Abandoning Mark's slippery erection, Pilar made herself comfortable on the floor, pretty stocking-covered semen-stained legs spread, two fingers up a bottomless pink-lipped twat.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, grinning mischievously, shamelessly masturbating.

"Tilt your head back," grinned Gita, lifting Pilar's chin up and holding her by the hair. "Open your pretty mouth wide!"

Long pink tongue extended, Pilar opened her red-lipped mouth. Gita raised the cloudy pearl-like treasure over the girl's waiting lips.

"Watch, everyone," she grinned, slowly tipping the glass, its swirly contents slipping straight into Pilar's open mouth like a dozen egg-whites. "Look at her," gushed Gita, not letting Pilar shut her mouth. "Look at this mouthful of cum! Her mouth is completely full. Look."

Gathering around the tiny blonde, everyone got a peek at the shimmering cum-lake filling her open mouth, long pink tongue an island in a sea of cloudy semen, pale-blue eyes wide with delight.

"Now swallow," said Gita, pinching the girl's perfect conical pink nipples.

Closing her lips, Pilar did, four gigantic still-warm loads of semen sliding down her throat.

"Gaaaaaaa," she nearly gagged, swallowing twice, "ggghaaaa! Ahhhhhh! My God! What a delicious mouthful! I wish I could swallow a load like THAT every day!"

Semen dribbling from cum-glossed ruby-red lips, she went back down on Mark, sucking cock like a mad-woman, moaning and groaning with pleasure. When Kate looked up, mouth pasty with Paco's jism, she was greeted by the spectacle of her boyfriend, hips arching, cock buried in the warmth of the cute little girl's cum-hungry throat. She watched the woman-child's magic mouth draining Mark's large virile nuts, drinking his semen like cream through a huge straw! The saucy little girl swallowed every drop she could suck from his well spent shaft. Leaning back, Mark watched the diminutive nymph suck him to earth-shaking orgasm, cock was so deep in her throat he couldn't even see it! The expression on his face was classic. Kate knew then that each dog had its day.

After Gita had licked her face clean, Kate cuddled up next to Mark, staying at his side until they departed, jealously eyeing Pilar's obvious attraction to her handsome bronzed boyfriend.

Pilar and Paco agreed to sleep-over, so Gita, Kate and Mark walked back to the hotel. Smiling and content, they shared an ice-cold bottle of Champagne on the way.

"I don't care if it's bad for my sex life," chuckled Mark. "I never get any anymore, anyway!"

That brought two females down on his shoulders! He almost carried them across Sunset as cars honked at a silly trio, inebriated with sex and high on fun. They showered and dried after playing in the pool, alone and ignored by the night desk-clerk, Thomas.

"I hate leaving you two," sighed Gita, slipping between cool sheets. "This has been so much fun! Will you come and see me in Mumbai; or in London? You know both of my numbers . . . how to reach me. I hope you do."

Kissing her tenderly, Kate fingered her swollen clit.

"You're fun, Gita. I could fall in love with you! Sure we'll call, won't we, Mark. We travel a lot, so we got-a run into each other somewhere, right?"

"That's right," he smiled, sleepier than he'd been for months. "We'll call, won't we, Kate?"

"I just said that," Kate giggled, looking at him lovingly.

Mark was already asleep.

"Can I eat you again?" whispered Gita. "I know, I'm insatiable."

Kate couldn't say no, the two making love for an hour before joining him in the land of dreams. Locked in each other's arms, breaths blended in a bouquet of pussy and semen, nectar of preferences passionately shared. Having agreed to wake him with a teamwork of tongues, Kate promised Gita the creamy reward as a going-away present.

"Yeah," she giggled, sucking Gita's long sensitive nipples, "when it cums to swallowing cum, you always suck-seed."

Morning light was slow to fill the room, all three playmates sleeping-in until after nine. Slipping into the shower, the girls shampooed, shaved crotches, applied conditioning lotion to tans, fixed hair and brushed pearly teeth. Gita did Kate's mouth, and Kate did Gita's, using non-smear lipstick they trusted. Pulling up cute little glossy thong panties, each looked at the other.

"If this doesn't please him, let's kill him," giggled Gita, peeking into the room. "We can suck and fuck him to death."

Mark, lost in dreams, was obviously dreaming of erotic adventures, his cock making a tent of the sheet, bouncing with each heartbeat against bronzed body. As Kate turned down the sheet, it exposed muscular tanned limbs as the fabric slipped away.

Let's double-team him," she whispered, Gita nodding in agreement, having discussed the technique the night before.

Gently mounting the bed, one on each side, they positioned themselves so Kate could suck his balls while Gita went down, close enough to take turns on the stiff cock. Each gently took him, Kate spooning warm nuts into her mouth with her tongue as Gita's ready mouth, wet with saliva, lubricated the first stroke on his vein-wrapped erection. With one fluid movement, lipsticked mouths came together, Gita's filled with a long thick cock, Kate's with warm balls.

Mark stirred and tried to sit up, pulled from sleep by the most delicious sensations: two women sucking him off.

"Why you sex-hungry little sluts!" he laughed, rubbing sleep-filled eyes. "Didn't you get enough last night?"

Oral attentions were answer enough, making him squirm with lust as he watched two beautiful girls going down on him, long slow gliding up and down oral suction making cum rise in his nut-sack. Balls gently sensationally sucked by his girlfriend, Gita's throat swallowed his swollen shaft. By prearranged signal, the girls traded places, Kate mouthing cock-shaft while Gita licked nuts, kissing greedy mouths, sucking and licking the throbbing erection.

"Okay, babes," hissed Mark with urgency, "I'm getting close. Who gets it?"

Kate stopped and kissed Gita.

"want to fuck him or suck him?

"Fuck him," smirked, Gita, finger-fucking herself to a lather. "Baby, my pussy is so wet he'll love it! Let me ride that beautiful monster. My cunt's ready for a nice warm load of cum!"

Swinging a leg over his waist, she pulled the crotch of her satin thong out of the way and guided the oozing head between the smooth lips of her pussy, a sheath swallowing the huge shaft . The sigh was so delicious, Kate giggled.

"Feels good?"

"God, I haven't fucked this cock for too long. Come on, Bronco. Give this bare-back rider a sweet ride."

The sensation of being filled by Mark's cock made the beauty clench her teeth. The thick spongy-head spread her slick sheath, made her whimper with pleasure as she raised her hips and squated back-down to rub her swollen clit against rock-hard abs. They fucked so long, Kate was getting jealous. Gita was glowing.

"Fuck . . . of, fuck, Kate . . . he's making my little pussy cum so good! Oh, Kate . . . I wish you could lick my clit right now! Maybe we could change positions. . . "

"You better decide fast 'cause I can't hold back! Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum so hard, you won't be able to take it! Oh, FUCK! I'm coming . . . right. . . in . . . your cunt!"

Kate was watching her dark sparkling eyes when his ejaculate exploded deep in Gita's twat. Registering her pleasure, Gita ground around on his crotch like a paint-mixer, cum forced from her semen-filled cunt. He didn't soften as she fucked the shaft, raising and squatting, pumping herself to such orgasmic heights, she actually lost her balance and fell. Kate was all over her, licking her smoothly-shaved cunt, sucking the flood of warm semen pumped there by her boyfriend, Gita squealing and panting and pleading for rest.

"Wait! Wait! Let me breathe! I can't cum again until I catch my breath!"

Turning her attentions back to her sweetie, she took him to the nuts, almost swallowing his cock as she sucked.

"want to let Gita suck you off?" she teased, smiling into his bedroom eyes. "You won't be able to cum in her mouth for awhile . . ."

"Try me," he grinned. "Your choice, baby."

"Gita . . . do it . . . I got my taste already."

Gita crawled up between his muscular thighs and smiled at the handsome man.

"You fuck so good," she sighed. "Let me reward you . . . "

She took his ruddy still-swollen crest between her lips, pulled the foreskin back and fucked the shaft with her throat, plunging the long erection to the base, then sucking as she withdrew, tongue swirling around and under the crest, teasing the flesh to uncontrollable pleasure. It seemed like she sucked forever. The cum erupted fast. She felt it in his balls as she cupped them in the palm of her hand, teasing his anal pucker with her middle finger.

"Christ! Gita! Holy Christ!"

Lips locked around the pulsing shaft, she swallowed seven throbbing massive discharges, semen sluicing down her cum-chute throat, bubbling from her nose as she tried desperately to breathe. Kate was mouthing retracting balls, a very juicy finger in her pussy and one up her arse. Masturbating too, Gita was wetting her panties as she gulped down the huge warm climax, watching Kate's eyes as she fellated one of her favourite cocks. Kate would have smiled had she been able to, but a mouthful of nuts was keeping her tongue busy at the moment.

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Don't stop, Gita . . . I'm still cumin' . . . Jesus, that's good. Don't stop! Holy FUCK! You cock-sucker, you. You sure make me cum hard. Whewwwwww! Swallow that load, if you can."

Kate came all over herself. So did Gita. Mark was coming again. Three bodies jerking and flopping on the bed like spastics, souls possessed, pussy-juice drenching wet sheets, warm creamy cum filling Gita's grateful mouth.

The following rest was only long enough for the man to catch his breath, but rest wasn't in his cards. Glancing down, almost unable to focus from shock of two orgasms so close together, he discovered to his pleasure that Kate was sucking him now. Fifteen minutes later cum was filling her mouth. She took time to enjoy the texture, savoring the flavor of her favourite drink. Gita was playing with herself and his balls, finger-fucking his anus, purring and giggling as Kate made an obscene show of sucking down cum. He sat up as Kate released cock from pink glazed lips, smiling at him with such affection he gathered her in his arms.

"This had to be your idea, wasn't it?"

Well," Kate confessed, sitting up, "I promised your morning orgasm as a going-away present for Gita."

Sitting up, Gita began fingering Kate's slippery crotch, sucking the blonde's hardening rosy-pink nipples until Kate was giggling and squirming.

"Gita told me you love to get head every morning. She told me about Asia . . . about how swallowing cum keeps guys healthy, happy and wise and how it makes girls more attractive to guys."

Laughing at the silly unintended rhyme, Gita had her down on the bed, sucking sex-juices from the crotch of her glossy white panties.

"I guess it works, 'cause you look real healthy to me, she giggled, "and as far as making me more attractive, well, it sure seems to attract guys."

Mark kissed her again, a passionate kiss lasting minutes. Kate looked down at Gita, then back at Mark.

"Since like, we've all been together," she grinned at her new girlfriend, then held Mark's hand, "like, I've been getting better climaxes since I" started going down more, an' wanting more of them," she giggled. "Like, it's so weird, but I can't get enough. I even dream about it at night!"

"My God, you want more?" he smiled, rubbing his crotch and frowing.

Kate blushed madly, glancing at Gita, a guilty look on her lovely face.

"Well, sometimes . . . like," there was a long pause. "I guess I better tell you before someone else does."

She glanced at Gita, but the exotic beauty avoided eye contact. Mark waited, wondering what his girlfriend was going to say next. Kate held his hands.

"Well . . . tell me," he smiled.

"Like, the day before yesterday?" she blushed, glancing nervously at Gita, "before we got together with Venessa? Well, Gita an' I were down at the pool; an' well . . . we were kinda flirting?" She blushed. "You know, Paco was watching us; an' we were being 'naughty'?"

She blushed so hotly, she had to close her eyes, almost unable to continue.

"Flirting?" asked Mark.

"You know, we were spreading our legs, you know . . . giving him crotch shots; an' Gita goes, 'You're still real juicy from Mark fucking you' . . . we were giving Paco a good look, Mark; you know how narrow the crotch of my swimsuit is? Anyway, he could like, see everything, I'm sure! Anyway, we made him real horny; an' then . . . don't be real mad at me, okay, baby? But we went into his office with him; an' like, I was feeling all nasty and 'naughty' . . . oh, baby, I was still so horny from all our sex . . . "

Kate rolled large blue-green eyes upward and sighed.

"Well, to make a long story short . . . oh, baby, I couldn't help myself, could I, Gita? I watched her sucking him off, an' then, like, I was all slippery from all that sex you an; I had . . . "

"And?" asked Mark, slowly getting the picture.

"An' I was masturbating an' like, all hot an' everything; an' I saw how big an' hard he still was . . . " turning to Gita, face guilty as a kid's caught shoplifting, "I let him fuck me up my pussy an' arse; didn't I, Gita? An' then . . . " blushing more than he'd ever seen her blush, "I sucked him off while you were up here asleep."

"You sucked him off?" said Mark, obviously stirred.

"I was so naughty, Mark, an' I knew you'd be real mad at me if you knew."

"How many times?"

Her face reddened and she covered it with both hands.

"Twice; but, like, well; after last night an' all, well; you know I liked sucking his cock. I'll admit that it turned me on, but what I want-a tell you is I love you, Mark. I'm real happy being with you. I've discovered that I love you, not him; or any other guy. I was naughty, an' I'm REALLY sorry. I should have talked with you first even if I never did him."

Great tears well-up in her usually blue eyes. Gita glanced at Mark, then back at Kate. Kate's cheeks were bright-red.

"I aught-a be spanked for being so naughty. Are your real mad at me, Mark? I'm so sorry."

"Hey," he said, putting an arm around her; "listen, you didn't do anything I didn't do."

Gita looked at Kate and Kate at Mark. Wiping tears from her cheek, she sniffled

"Like how?" she asked, blowing her nose in a tissue, blue eyes red.

"Well . . . " Mark looked shamefaced, "while you and Gita were doing the shops, Venessa and I started talking by the pool. You know, small talk, and since she was getting off early, I asked her to go to lunch. She invited me up to her place . . . and, well; to make my long story short, as you say, I let her suck me off twice. Look; I'm sorry, too, Kate, I shouldn't have done that, either. Look who's naughty! I wanted to do her, but we didn't have time, so I told her to invite you girls over for the evening. I'm guilty as hell. Now, are you mad at me? I won't do that again, either."

Kate looked at Gita, then at Mark, examining his face like they'd just met. He didn't turn away from the penetrating gaze.

"I guess what's good for the goose. Right? You know what," she paused, "I only sucked one other cock this week! You got sucked-off by Gita, Venessa and that hot little Pilar! Oh, well, serves me right. I won't play around behind your back again," she giggled, sniffling, "not if you spank my crotch a little."

Mark's face reflected a puzzled look.

"Spank my pussy-lips . . . my clit?" She grinned and pressed her hand against her tingling crotch, rubbing herself like a slut. "Venessa did it to me an' it made me so hot! Spanking my pussy makes me very hot. Do it while Gita licks my arsehole, Mark. I've never done that at the same time. Here, let me get over you like this, Gita. Pull my thong out of the way in back. I want him to spank my pussy through the crotch of my panties."

With Gita on her back, Kate straddled the exotic beauty's face, knees spread wide, squatting down on her plump eager lips and letting the little sex-maniac tongue-fuck her pink-lined arsehole. Pinching swollen tender nipples, Kate ground a juicy crotch against Gita's long tongue.

"Oooooooo, that feels so good! Come on, Mark, spank my pussy!" she begged, cheeks glowing with excitement, leaning back into a big pile of pillows for support.

Kneeling next to her, and getting the picture, Mark began swatting the swollen smooth pussy-lips through the skintight crotch of Kate's glossy-white panties, material so skintight he cold see every arousing detail of her excited sex. She arched her back and raised her crotch to meet each swat.

"God, that feels so fucking good! SPANK it, baby!"

Tilting satin thong-covered crotch so he couldn't miss the pronounced cleft, she raised her hips higher, cunt-gush dripping into her playmate's mouth.

"Spank it! SWAT it!"

So thin it couldn't hide her protruding clit, the smooth narrow band of white satin made a perfect target as Kate's orgasms creamed elasticized material! Flooding Gita's mouth, orgasms exploded like overfilled water-balloons in her panties, making a mess off Gita's face as well as her boyfriend's hand.

"Keep spanking me but let me suck you," she pleaded, pussy-juice drenching her panties. "Get up on your knees next to me while you spank me . . . yeah! Let me suck that nice cock. Venessa an' Gita aren't the only girls who can make you cum twice in a row. Spank my pussy 'til I can't fucking cum!"

Inflamed by her behaviour, Mark moved closer to his girlfriend's flushed face, his cock hardening as he envisioned her sucking Paco off and swallowing the horny boy's unending cum. He was sorry he'd been up in the room sleeping. Accurately delivering each heated swat to the slippery white satin crotch, he spanked harder, swats making Kate wince as they rained upon on her swollen clit.

Increasing the intensity of each swat, strangely aroused by her kinky desires, Mark gained strange pleasure from watching her face each time the palm of his hand made contact with her cute little panty-crotch. Like sexual applause, sounds of each stinging swat grew louder, Mark ever more aroused as he heightened her pleasures.

Cupping warm furry balls in her hand, Kate sucked him deep into her mouth like her life depended on it. With one arm encircling his thigh, her hand playing with his sweaty balls, she turned her face to him, taking the thick cock deep into the heat of her semen-hungry mouth. Nearly laying on top of Gita, she delighted in the contact of feminine flesh, the Asian's firm tits rolling like ripe fruit against the small of her back. Scrubbing her arse-crack on Gita's active tongue, she arched her hips up to accept accelerated spankings, quivering with climatic gratification as stinging blows brought her swollen clit to spine-tingling orgasm, so engorged it had grown until it looked like a tiny cock in the crotch of her skintight white satin panties.

Unable to resist temptation, Mark grabbed her by the hair, pulling her beautiful face against his groin, the move burying cock down her throat. Gita was watching, face only inches away from swats, sucking Kate's arse to orgasm as cunt-juice soaking through thin material poured into her satisfied, waiting mouth.

Thirteen orgasms later, Kate got what she'd been desperately sucking for; a massive throat-full of warm clingy cum. Moaning and swallowing, she finally collapsed, unable to stand one more climax as Mark's thick wads slipped down her throat like warm honey.

"Oh, God!" she gurgled, long strands of pearly-white drooling from cum-glazed lips. "Good Lord What a load that was! That made me so hot I thought I was gonna die!" God, I'll say it again! I'm such a nasty slut for sucking down cum."

Giggling like a schoolgirl, she scooped semen pearls back into her greedy mouth with her fingertips, sucking each like a cock, swallowing every drop she'd spilled. Taking her in their arms, Gita and Mark massaged her for over an hour before enjoying quick showers, then dressing for breakfast.

"I'll never be a naughty girl again," Kate promised, after the waiter took her order, "unless you want me to be! But I'll be naughty for you if you'll spank my crotch like that again. God, Mark, you're such a sexy animal. You make me so hot I can't look at you without it making my panties wet."

"I won't play around with other girls without you," agreed Mark, wincing as he took a sip of hot coffee.

"You two are crazy," Gita frowned, shaking her pretty head. "Think of what you'll be missing."

"Well," giggled Kate, wiggling shoe-less toes between Gita's thighs under the table, "we didn't say we wouldn't be naughty with you!"

No one was watching as Gita held Kate's toes against the wet crotch, making herself orgasm while her friends finished breakfast.

"Toes are so 'sexy', don't you agree?" she sighed, face aglow.

"Mine are wet, thank you!" giggled Kate, slipping foot back into open sandal.

Returning to the hotel, Kate and Mark checked-out at two after kissing Gita good-bye in the lobby. Venessa and Paco were watching the sexy kisses from the front desk, knowing smiles on satisfied faces.

"We'll get together, soon!" Kate waived, watching the show Gita was giving her, legs and glossy panty-crotch disappearing as she climbed into a cab. "An' I mean, soon."

They said good-byes to Paco and Venessa, then to Pilar when the cute little nymph appeared, skipping into the lobby from the restroom like a little girl on her way to school.

"You're leaving already?" she frowned, lower lip pouting. "Gee, I was hoping we could see each other tonight . . . "

"Come visit again," smiled Venessa, an arm around Pilar's small waist, the two grinning at the each other like a mother and precocious daughter. "We'll show you my new film staring Pilar and Paco. I'm filming this one at my place. And Mark; thanks for getting us together. We're going to have a marvelous delicious summer."

"Before we go; how about an instant 'replay' for me?" smirked Kate, winking at tiny Pilar who was standing next to Paco back of the reception desk.

"Replay?" asked Pilar, puzzled look on her childish face.

Making sure the trio was watching, playful Kate bent over near the magazines and wiggled her hard-cheeked arse, pretending to browse through a stack near the door, giving the boy a peek at what had made him jerk-off a few days earlier.

"Oh . . . NOW I know what you mean," giggled Pilar. "Guess I better take care of business right now . . . "

When Kate glanced back, Pilar was no where to be seen, only Paco and Venessa behind the desk. Patrons weren't paying attention, so Kate made sure Paco could see between her lovely legs as she gave him a stimulating peek at what was hidden only by the glossy white crotch of her cute little skintight satin thong. Gripping the counter, his eyes widened . . . then closed. Cheeks colouring, he shuddered perceptibly.

An excited Venessa was looking down, watching something just out of view of hotel patrons. Envious Kate was sure the boy had just cum-off in Pilar's beautiful mouth. After an appropriate wait, she stopped bending over and straightened her short skirt. Waiving goodbye, she stifled a giggle when the tiny blonde appeared again next to Paco. Smacking plump pink lips, Pilar's tongue was working them over from side to side to make sure there weren't any tell-tale drops of the boy's copious load.

"Yum! That was delicious!" She was smirking like the cat that just ate the canary. "Thanks for reminding me, Kate."

"I'd always bend over backward to help a friend!" laughed Kate before Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her out the front door and into the waiting black-windowed black limo.

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